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livesincerely · 3 years

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The First Christmas

“Jack!” There’s an excited shout, tiny hands slapping excitedly at his shoulders. “Jack, wake up, it’s Christmas!”

Jack jolts awake. The room is shadowed in blues and grays, the air cool and crisp the way it only is in the very early hours of the morning. Tony is kneeling on the mattress next to him, tugging insistently at Jack’s shirt sleeve.

“Wake up, Jack! It’s Christmas!” Tony says again, eyes wild with joy, shaking Jack once more.

“Christmas!” Charlie echoes, crawling up onto Jack’s bed as well, his hair sticking up on one side from where he slept on it. “Christmas!”

“Alright, alright,” Jack says, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand. “I’m gettin’ up, give me a sec.”

Jack throws back the covers and swings his legs over the side, then lets the boys lead him into the hallway. Tony and Charlie hop and skip around him like the pair of tripping hazards they are, nearly breathless in their enthusiasm, stopping every now and then to throw Jack a pleading look or pull on his arm, urging him to move faster.

“Jack, are there presents? There are, right?” Charlie asks, his crutch knocking against the baseboards as he wiggles around.

“Or did you forget?” Tony cuts in, his face screwed up in the sort of perfect seriousness that only a six-year-old old can manage. “You can tell us if you forgot, we’ll still love you, promise.”

“I didn’t forget anything, numbskull,” Jack says, ruffling Tony’s hair. “I just knew better than to leave your presents layin’ around ‘cause you’d find ‘em an’ open ‘em early.

Jack wanders over to the cupboard and pulls out a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter, then goes over to the fridge and grabs a jar of jelly. Behind him he hears Charlie hiss, “See, I told you there was presents!”

“So, where are they?” Tony eagerly asks, looking at Jack like he might whip a couple of gifts out of his pockets.

“Hey, breakfast first, then presents,” Jack says, popping a few slices of bread into the toaster and pulling the lever down. “Don’tcha know ya can’t open Christmas presents on an empty stomach?”

For a moment it looks like Tony might argue, but he obediently climbs up to sit next to Charlie at the kitchen table, kicking his legs impatiently back and forth as he waits.

“Charlie, do you want jelly or peanut butter on your toast?” Jack asks.

“Can I have one jelly an’ one peanut butter?” Charlie says.

“Sure, bud.”

“I jus’ want peanut butter,” Tony announces, like this is new information. “Jus’ peanut butter.”

“I know, Tony,” Jack says with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I won’t let any jelly touch your toast.”

Jack makes quick work of fixing the boys’ food, then reaches into a drawer and grabs a few napkins for them to use, making a mental note to swing by the McDonald’s up the block and grab some more, and maybe a few extra sleeves of plastic silverware while he’s at it.

“What do we think boys?” Jack asks, turning on the tap. “Red cups or blue cups?”

“Don’t we got any juice?” Tony asks. “I want juice.”

“We only have two juice boxes left,” Jack says. “You can have yours now if you want, but then you won’t be able to have any juice with dinner.”

Tony considers this conundrum very carefully. “Yeah, okay. Red cup, then.”

“Red cup for Tony,” Jack repeats, filling up a plastic cup with water and setting it next to him. “How ‘bout you Charlie?”

“Red, please!” Charlie chirps, just as Jack knew he would.

“And a red cup for Charlie,” Jack says, placing a second cup next to him.

Jack fills his own glass, then pops two more pieces of bread in the toaster for himself, leaning with a hip against the counter as he waits for it to finish. Tony and Charlie scarf down their toast like they’re starving for it, clearly eager to get to presents, and Jack calls, “Hey, slow down over there, you’re s’pposed to chew your food before you swallow it.”

“Jack,” Tony whines out the moment he chokes down his last bite. Both sides of his mouth are coated in crumbs and smudges of peanut butter. “Can we open presents now? ”

“Wipe your face,” Jack reminds him, adding a smear of jelly to his own slices of toast. “And your hands.”

“But can we?” Charlie asks, rubbing at his mouth with a napkin too. “Can we, can we, can we?”

“Well, I dunno...” Jack says, pretending to think it over. “Maybe we should wait a few more hours, make sure the Christmas spirit’s really sunk in…”

“Jack!”

“Okay, hold your horses,” Jack says, laughing. “We’ll open presents, just give me a second to grab them.”

He takes a step, then reconsiders. “Hey, close your eyes,” Jack instructs. “Shut ‘em really tight, okay? Peekers don’t get presents.”

Jack waits for them both to cover their eyes, then lifts up on his toes and grabs the boxes from where he’d tucked them into the cabinets above the refrigerator. He pushes Tony and Charlie’s empty plates to the corner of the table, safely out of the way, then places a present in front of each of them. “Okay, go ahead.”

Eyes fly open, then twin gasps of excitement.

The presents are pretty underwhelming to look at, just objectively speaking, if Jack’s being honest. Two boxes wrapped as neatly as Jack could manage in old newspaper—it took several Sundays worth of papers to get enough ‘Comics’ pages to cover both of them—and taped at the corners. But Tony and Charlie seem happy enough with Jack’s mediocre attempts at wrapping and really, it don’t matter what the outsides look like as long as they enjoy what’s inside, right?

Charlie blinks up at him with big, awestruck eyes while Tony shakes his box back and forth, giggling when he hears the contents rattle around inside. “What are ya waitin’ for?” Jack asks, waving a hand. “Go on, open ‘em up!”

Scraps of paper fly in every direction as the boys tear into their gifts.

“Oh, wow!” Tony exclaims, unearthing a toy racetrack and a set of cars from it’s packaging. “This looks like the one on the TV! It’s got the cars and the track with the loop-de-loop and—”

“Thomas the Tank Engine!” Charlie screeches, practically vibrating in excitement. “Jack, Jack, it’s Thomas the Tank Engine—”

“—and the cars have the little lightning bolts on the sides! Look, Jack, look at the lightning bolts! Ooh, and it even—”

“—and he talks! Jack, didja hear? Listen, Thomas talks, you just hit the button and—”

“—stickers! Jack, didja see the stickers? Look you can put ‘em anywhere you want—”

“—it makes the noise too! Listen, listen! Jack are you listening? See, there’s a switch—”

Jack’s grin feels like it’s all but splitting his face apart. He’s been more than a little nervous the last few months trying to work everything out, worrying about what toys to get the boys, sneaking singles and bits of change out of Snyder’s booze fund on top of setting aside his own portion of the grocery money this month to pay for them, swinging by the dollar store at peak hours one Sunday and using the crowds to hide the AAA batteries stuffed into his pockets, and finding time to wrap and hide both presents. So to see his brothers so completely overjoyed… the anxious flutter in his stomach soothes and settles.

“So I guess you like the toys, huh?” Jack says when the flurry of chatter quiets down enough for him to get a word in. “Here, give me a sec to get the dishes taken care of an’ I’ll help you get it all open and set up—”

“Jack?” Tony asks, his voice suddenly taking on a strange tone, placing his toy gently on the table. The tiniest hint of a frown is starting to form between his eyes. “Did… Did Santa bring us anything for Christmas?”

Jack freezes. “Santa?”

“He did, right?” Tony says, his eyes bright with fragile hope. Charlie perks up at the mention of Santa, turning to look at Jack as well, and there’s so much trust in his expression. So much faith. Jack feels like the floor has fallen out from underneath him. “‘Cause I was really good this year. Charlie was too. So he musta left presents, right?”

Tony looks around, then seems to realize that there aren’t extra-special Santa presents hidden in any nooks and crannies.

“Well, I thought we was really good. I thought….” Tony’s expression dims. “But, Mr. S says lazy, ungrateful, good-for-nothins don’t get presents from Santa, so I guess—”

“No!” Jack blurts, unable to watch Tony’s face fall any further. “No, Santa did come by, baby, and he left somethin’ extra special for you both. Even better than presents.”

“Better than presents?” Charlie asks, caught somewhere between disbelief and wonder. “What is it?”

“It’s… Well, ya see, it’s... “ Jack’s mind races, fueled by an explosive mixture of buzzing adrenaline, icy panic, and a fundamental need to fix. “Last night, while youse were asleep, I was up gettin’ a drink and I saw Santa.”

Tony’s eyes go wide. “You saw Santa?” he gasps.

“I sure did,” Jack says, nodding sagely, making it all up on the spot. “And you what else? Santa gave me a message.”

“A message from Santa?” Charlie squeaks.

“That’s right,” Jack says. “Santa wanted me to tell you that he’s been keepin’ a close eye on you both an’ that he’s real proud of how good you’ve been all year. He said that you’re right at tippity tip-top of the nice list and that Snyder is just jealous ‘cause he’s got a permanent spot on the naughty list for bein’ a mean old grouch.”

This earns a flurry of giggles. “What else?” Tony demands. “What else did Santa say?”

“Santa said that, since you and Charlie were so good this year, he wanted to give you something extra super secret and special. Something that only the two of you get to have, out of all the kids in the whole, entire world," Jack says, keeping his voice in a dramatic hush.

“What is it?” Charlie asks, and he’s whispering too, thoroughly caught up in the story. “Jack, what is it?”

“Santa gave you…” Jack pauses for effect. "Permission to break the rules.”

Jack gets a pair of blank stares in response. He hurriedly continues, “See, ‘cause other kids have to be on their best behavior on Christmas day: they gotta put on their itchy sweaters and, and their collared shirts and pose for a million photos until their faces feel like they’re gonna fall off. And they got to sit at the table and eat dinner all polite like while the grown ups tell boring stories about taxes and stuff. ‘Cause that’s what Christmas is supposed to be like, when you have to follow the rules.”

“But, see, for us? We gets to be rulebreakers,” Jack explains. “Santa himself said so! So that means we’s gonna stay in our pajamas all day, and watch movies on the TV and eat cookies and chips and, and just do whatever we want to. We don’t have to do any chores, don’t have to clean up at all for the whole day!”

There's another pair of excited gasps, Tony and Charlie both starting to respond to the narrative Jack’s spinning. “I’ll get your toys set up for you and you can play with ‘em as long as you want, as loud as you want—Snyder ain’t here!”

And then it hits Jack, something he can do for the boys that’s special, using the limited items at his disposal. “And the first thing we’re gonna do is make a Christmas pillow fort.”

“What’s a Christmas pillow fort?” Tony asks eagerly.

“It’s like a regular pillow fort but even better, ‘cause it gets to stay up all day and all night and it’s giant—we’ll have to push the couch outta the way, that’s how big it’s gonna be—and ‘cause you only get to have one if Santa himself gives you permission,” Jack says. “Which is very hard to come by, 'cause Christmas pillow forts are a trade secret, ya know? Very hush-hush.”

“We can keep a secret!” Tony promises. “Right, Charlie?”

“Yeah, it’sa secret!” Charlie agrees, miming locking his lips and throwing away the key.

“First things first, we gotta gather our fort making supplies,” Jack says, relieved that this makeshift plan seems to be working. “Tony, you’re gonna grab all the blankets and sheets off our beds, okay? And Charlie, you’re gonna get all the pillows and stack ‘em up for me, okay?”

The boys race away to do as instructed, talking and giggling as they go. Jack uses the brief reprieve to let out a sigh of relief, then starts pushing furniture out of the way to clear a large space in the middle of the living room floor: smack dab in front of the TV and close, but not too close, to the radiator. He turns the couch to face the other way, thinking that they can use the back of it to hold the fort up, then snatches up all the couch cushions and places them to the side.

He squeezes past Charlie and Tony in the hallway—Charlie’s got two pillows tucked beneath his arm, another two looped through the spaces in his crutch, and you can just barely see Tony’s head from underneath the mountain of bedding he’s carrying, the tail end of a sheet dragging along the floor behind him. Jack eases his mattress off its bedframe and lugs it into the living room, going back twice more for Tony and Charlie’s mattresses. Then, they get to work constructing their fort.

Tony and Charlie can only help so much since they’re just munchkins, but they seem to get a kick out of telling Jack how drape the sheets just exactly right , deciding where all the pillows should go, and testing out if they want to sit on the mattresses or use them as fort walls. Jack finishes the whole thing off with a box of string lights he’d picked up back before he realized that Snyder wasn’t gonna let them have a Christmas tree, and it all looks… nice. Really nice, actually, all cozy and festive and fun.

“Great job boys,” Jack praises, giving Tony and Charlie a round of high-fives. “And now, the snacks!”

They’ve got two family sized bags of doritos and an unopened box of oreos with the red holiday filling in the pantry. He lets Tony carry their glasses over to the designated ‘Drink Spot’ Jack created to help prevent spills—”One at a time, Tones,” Jack reminds him—and soon enough they’re all pilling into their first ever Christmas Pillow Fort.

It’s a little snug, but in the best possible way. Jack’s got a kid on each side of him, one tucked under each arm, sharing blankets and food and laughs. Charlie finds them a rerun of the original, animated, ‘Dr. Seuss’, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!’ to watch, Thomas the Tank Engine perched in a place of honor next to him, while Jack helps Tony get his racetrack set up and running.

Jack already knows he’s gonna have a hell of a time getting all the crumbs swept up later and it looks like tomorrow’s gonna have to be a laundry day, now that all the linens are dirty, but he lets all of those worries go for now, just trying to relax and enjoy the holiday. Because it’s Christmas, and Tony and Charlie deserve to have the best day Jack can give them. As long as they’re happy… it’s all worth it.

“Merry Christmas, guys,” Jack says.

“Merry Christmas, Jack!” his brothers chirp back.

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pyralyte · 4 years

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The Pre-Date

Word Count: 3,679 Genre: Comedy, fluff

A/N: I usually don’t write a lot as I don’t have the time to do much of this. This blog is also just a blog for everything random that pertains to my interests and not a kpop or any kpop group specific blog. I won’t be receiving requests, but feel free to continue reading! This was inspired by a conversation between me and a fellow Atiny/Monbebe friend and with the help of my Dungeon Master boyfriend, who writes stories all the time for his Pathfinder campaigns.

E A R L Y . E V E N I N G

You come back home to your apartment and find that your roommate had gone out to pick up groceries from the note that was left on the kitchen counter. You laid down your belongings gently before jumping onto the wide sleeper sofa squealing and wriggling uncontrollably.

"AHH!" You hug the closest plush next to you. It happens to be your cat, who is not thrilled and meows in a worrisome high tone. "Ohmigosh! I'm so sorry, Koi!" You let her go before grabbing an actual pillow to squeeze it tight. I can't believe it, you thought. He asked me out! My freaking crush asked me out! Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God! You continue to squeeze the poor pillow, rolling around like a dog in grass gleefully. "Ah, shit," you utter under your breath. You noticed the lipstick stain and mascara smeared on the sandy colored sofa.

N I G H T T I M E

As you wash your face hurriedly before bed, you remember how he asked you out in such a cute way. It was almost too unbearable that you could have made a fool of yourself in front of your crush.

// FLASHBACK // "Y/N!"

You whip your head around to see Seonghwa jogging towards you across the large courtyard on university campus. Maintain composure, you thought. "Hey, what's up, Seonghwa?"

He catches up to you, barely out of breath. To be expected by someone on the dance team. "Y/N, I-I I need to ask you something." He looks away. You think you might have seen a very slight pink undertone just then. You watch him fiddle with a silver engraved ring on his finger.

"Y/N, I..." he takes a deep breathe. "I-really-like-you-and-I-really-promise-to-take-care-of-you-will-you-go-out-with-me!"

Stunned, you unravel each word one by one and realizes that he likes you as well. No, wait. He just asked you out! You stood there, frozen, red in the face as Seonghwa eyes you in worry, his pink tones also becoming redder by the minute. Your scarf covers your mouth just enough to not show how much of your jaw just hit the ground. You slowly come back to reality as his eyes lowered, preparing for a rejecti —

"Yes."

His eyes snap back to look into yours. "What?"

"I said, yes, Seonghwa," you say calmly, trying with all the energy in the world to not quiver your voice with excitement.

"REALLY —" He coughs and clears his throat, changing his demeanor from an excited puppy to that of a cool cat. "I mean, really? You will?"

You nod. Eyes glued to his.

"How about tomorrow afternoon?" he proposes. "I'll take you out to a really nice place."

Again, you nod. "Yes. Let's do that."

// FLASHBACK END //

M O R N I N G

Knock knock knock knock knock.

The faint noise causes you to stir from your sleep. You feel around blindly for your phone, eventually finding it under the pillow you were just sleeping on. Your eyes adjust to the room as light leaks in through the sides of your sun blocking curtains. You squint at the phone bleary-eyed, immediately stunned by the loud light of your device. Through a sliver of what you can see, you turn the brightness down and look at your phone again.

- 9:47 AM -

"Ugh," you groaned. "I bet Sabrina forgot her damn keys again..."

Knock knock knock knock knock.

"Okay!" You shouted. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

You looked for Sabrina's keys but it wasn't anywhere to be found, so to the door you walk, sleepily.

You lazily unlock the door. "Hey, girl, I can't seem to find your k —" You gasped.

Sabrina's usually neat long blonde locks was basically a bird's nest once you saw her, presumably from attempting to pull her hair out in stress. She storms into the apartment, mumbling to herself.

"I can't believe I walked all the way to the salon just to find I didn't even have my Goddamn keys on me," she hissed. "Again." She rummages through the sofa, with Koi running away from the steam coming from her human’s ears. She sighs exasperatingly.

"Was it not in your usual spot?" You ask, rubbing your eyes.

"No, it wasn't! You couldn't find it either?"

"No..."

You help your incredibly stressed out roommate to find the keys in her room, your room, the kitchen, and the living room. Nothing. Then, an unusual idea popped into your mind. You look at Koi. Then to her cat tree. Then back to her. She mewls innocently. You walk over to the tree, eyeing it suspiciously. You reach above, feeling around the top bed. Nothing. The two middle beds. Nothing either. Then at the bottom-most bed, all the way in the back, far beyond sight, you find the coveted silver treasure.

"I found them!" You exclaimed to Sabrina. "I found them in the cat tree!"

"Oh, thank effing goodness!" She sighs loudly in relief. She smooths her hair out while walking over to you. You drop the keys into her outstretched hand.

"Okay, leaving for real this time, Y/N." She walks to and opens the front door.

"Alright, have a good one," you say wearily, walking back towards your bedroom.

"You too. And — oh! Y/N."

You turn around.

"Have fun... with your date." She winks as she closes the door and locks it from the outside.

The date? You wondered. Oh! The DATE!

"I gotta get ready! WHAT TIME IS IT?"

- 10:23 AM -

You sigh in relief. "I have time."

"Mreoooww!" Koi meows at her disgustingly empty food bowl.

"Okay, okay, I'll feed you, Koi."

- 10:35 AM -

Knock knock knock knock knock.

The sound of unexpected knocking, again, nearly made you choke on your toothpaste. Did she forget something else this time, you thought. You walk out of the bathroom, still brushing your teeth. You open the door and —

"Good morning!"

"Good mor —?!" You stopped brushing your teeth and sees a casual yet stylish Seonghwa at the door, carrying some kind of brown paper bag. He beams at you.

You slam the door on him. He can't see me like this! OH, MY GOD, HE CAN'T SEE ME LIKE THIS! You open the door again. HE'S STILL THERE! You slam it. Then open it again. His smile still shining radiantly, with a touch of confusion. Your toothbrush falls out of your mouth. You would let it land on the floor if you didn't remember that it was an expensive electric toothbrush. "Oh, shit!" You try to catch it while it bounces from one hand to the other. When you finally got it, it happens to bounce off your hand once more and hit Seonghwa's chin, leaving a residue. He flinches a bit.

OH, GOD, NO, you internally scream. Not only is this happening right before the real date, but you're obviously not ready. Your bun is a crazy rat's nest, your over-sized off-white shirt with a pink bunny design is awkwardly resting on one side of your hip and the other, loose. Your permanently stained basketball shorts with elastic that has long since worn out reveals your yet to be shaven legs. You quickly eye him up and down before taking cover behind the door. "Damn, you didn't have to be this punctual," you mutter, looking away from him.

"Oh? I figured," he begins, looking down at the bag he is holding, "that you might want some breakfast with me?"

Breakfast? You look down at the bag as he reaches in and pulls out your favorite kind of twisted doughnut. Two of them, in fact.

"Just for you," he says shyly. You salivate at the sight of the treat you rarely get.

"But what about you?" you ask softly, looking back at him through your bangs.

"Don't worry, I've got some myself too!"

You sigh in defeat. "Well, you're already here. I'll just have let you in." You open the door slightly. Just as he was about to walk in, you stop. "But don't look at me!"

He tilts his head to the side like a puppy. Why are you looking at me like that? Stoooop! You hold your composure to keep yourself from melting and clear your throat. "Okay?" you reaffirm sternly.

He nods.

You open the entryway wider for him to enter, albeit a bit hesitantly since you are just now realizing the state of the living room. "Oh, uh," you stammer, looking at the disheveled sofa cushions. "My roommate — she couldn't find her keys so we looked for them." You laugh nervously while closing the door and locking it. You hurried over to the sofa to fix them up before offering a seat to Seonghwa. Respecting your wishes, he looks down at the floor.

"Do you mind if I eat a little of my breakfast while I wait for you to be ready?" he asks. His stomach growls a mighty one. He scratches the back of his head with embarrassment accompanied by a nervous chuckle.

You giggled. "Of course not! Please eat. I, uh -- it, uh, I'll go get ready, but it'll take a while. I-I'm sorry." Your stammering is getting the best of you as you make your way back to the bathroom. But wait.

"My toothbrush!" you gasped.

"Oh, I set it on the dining table for you," he says, pointing to the standing brush.

"Oh, thank you!" You grab it off the table, almost stopping in your tracks to ask how did he manage to catch it, but decided to push that off to the side. You walk back to the bathroom to do your morning routine.

S E O N G H W A . P O V

Sitting down on the sofa Y/N just fixed, he wiggles his silver ring off and sets it on the glass table in front of him to eat his handheld breakfast. He was starving as he got up very early to practice his choreography with his dance team. Wow, her new place looks nice, he thought. He looks at the collection of eclectic cool hues of artwork between yours and Sabrina's that tie the décor together. His wandering eyes became distracted when he felt something pressing up against his leg. He looks down.

"Oh, hi there!" he says sweetly and softly to the calico creature. Koi rubs her head into his shin aggressively. He puts his sandwich down onto the table and bends over to scratch her chin. Her purr fills the room before being drowned out by the rushing water of the shower being turned on. She snaps her head in the direction of the sound. Her eyes grow big and runs off from his hand while making a short trill. He chuckles as he motions to pick up his sandwich again from the table.

- 11:02 AM -

He balls up the wrapping paper and throws it into the empty paper bag. Y/N's twisted doughnuts were set aside on the table. He leans back on the sofa and takes out his phone from his pocket. He flips through his Engstagram feed until he realizes his finger felt odd. He looks away from his phone and thumbs the barren spot of his ring finger. He leans forward to grab the ring off the table when he notices it missing.

"Wh-whuh, what?!" He frantically whispers. He looks around the table, under, and around the sides. His eyes darts around the sofa. Did it get lost here? He feels around for the shiny cold object. He sticks his hands between the sofa cushions and felt some gross crumbs. "Eugh..." He straightens up again with a calm demeanor — just in case Y/N would come out anytime — as his own mind screams at him. How could you lose the ring, you giant idiot! The only thing you had! He scans the living area with one hand on his hip, exasperated. He sighs as he runs his fingers through his full yet luscious raven locks.

Thud.

He snaps his head over to see Koi on sitting on the woolly carpet, green orbs staring back at Seonghwa inquisitively. She slow blinks at him and busies herself by licking her paw. He plops down on the sofa, defeated, with head in his hands. He gives out a loud, long sigh as the sound of a door opening caught his attention.

Y / N . P O V

You come out of the bathroom, hair very loosely curled with light make up on. You roll up the sleeves of your sweater that has been tucked into your partially pleated skirt. You heard Seonghwa's loud sigh and was surprised to see an unusually startled look on his face.

"Eh? What's wrong?" You ask, as you walk over to chair in the dining area to secure your socks. At this point, he has seen you at your worst, so you're just slightly more relaxed in front of him.

"Ah, it's nothing!" says Seonghwa, waving his left hand dismissively with his right hand stuffed in his jacket pocket.

You notice his voice was just a tinge higher than normal. I mean, why would you notice such a thing? It's not like you listen to his voice every night.

Your mind begins to stir up stories as to why he was acting strange. Did he hurt himself? Did he steal something from you? Was he looking at indecent things on his phone? No, his phone is on the table. But... wait... is he going to propose?! You couldn't bear the thought of any of that and shake your head vigorously. No, you dumdum! Why would he do that after just asking me out yesterday? You shut your eyes tight and open them again only for them to fall on a calm but with an edge Seonghwa. They narrow at the sight of him.

"Did you..." you begin slowly, "eat my twisted doughnuts?" You smirk.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "No! They're right here!" He picks them up and briskly walks over to hand them to you. Single-handedly. Your eyebrow raises slightly as he doesn't usually like to give gifts away with one hand, but rather with both hands. Something is indeed amiss. You take the treat out of his hand slowly and decide to yourself that you will do some observational investigation. You look up at him, giving him a thankful smile. His eyes lit up when he sees your face up close and unguarded for the first time today. He blushes and smiles to himself as his eyes fell to the floor, out of shyness.

You sit down in the chair you used earlier to balance yourself while adjusting your socks. The familiar crinkling sound of the wax paper from your favorite bakery makes its way to your ears and instantly, you're hit with nostalgia. You bring up the cinnamon sugar delight to your mouth and take a bite, savoring the taste, with eyes closed. It's been years since you were able to have one of these again. You weren't able to go to the bakery anymore since you moved closer to your university and it was on the other side of the river near your parents' house. Unfortunately, the only transportation you have is your bike.

Your memory lane train derailed when you heard a soft chuckle. You open one eye to look at him. Your cheeks were ballooned with food since you didn't realize you practically inhaled the whole thing.

"Hmmf? Ith thumthing hwunny?" you ask, with mock annoyance.

"You look so cute with your cheeks like that," he points, smiling. "You're like a chipmunk!"

You cross your arms and pout while chewing slowly and carefully. He giggles again and pokes your cheek gently.

"Hmph!" You turned slightly away from him, eyes closed with nose in the air. You continue chewing and swallowing little by little. You covertly open your eye closest to him and see him trying to scan around your living area. He's looking for something. But what? You decided to use the process of elimination.

"Seonghwa," you say flatly.

He snaps his head back to you. Smiling, he replies, "Yes?"

"Are you looking to steal from me?"

"What?!"

"You've been acting strange since I've come out all ready and stuff."

He pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before his eyes meet yours. The lengthy eye contact seems to stretch on for an eternity, growing more and more intense as he brings his face closer to yours. You feel the heat rush in your face along with a tinge of embarrassment since your chipmunk cheeks aren't completely gone yet.

"Yes, I've come to steal from you."

"What the f —!"

"I've come to steal your most precious treasure."

You look at him, befuddled.

"Your..." he points at your chest, whispering, "Heart."

You blankly stare at him. The eternal eye contact returns once again in awkward silence, until he threw his head back in laughter. The look of annoyance spreads across your face as you finally chew and swallow the last bit of doughnut left. You facepalm — while avoiding your eye make up — and stretch your eyes downward as you drag your hand in disgust.

"Ugh!" you groaned. "What the hell was that?!"

Seonghwa continues to laugh heartily. You see him clutching his stomach and leaning so far back in his chair, you almost didn't notice him about to tip over backwards. You frantically get up from your seat and scurry over to him, but it was too late. As he falls, his center of gravity was too low for you to have enough leverage, thus you falling along with him. Your arm is stuck between the floor and his back.

"Are you okay?!" You look down at him only to realize how close his face was to yours once again. Actually, even closer. He looks up at you with a soft gaze that could melt your all worries away. The apartment around you fades and all you see is the two of you. He lifts his arm up next to your head and gently tucks your soft locks behind your ear. His gaze lowers to your lips, then back to your eyes again. You're lost in the world that which his eyes held, slowly leaning in closer to —

"OOF!" A creature has landed on your back and pushed herself off to jump onto the table, which causes you to fall sideways onto the cold tile floor. You turn around to see Koi casually sniffing the wrap the uneaten doughnut is in, turning her head to look at you, slow blinks, then walks away, with tail high in the air. You roll onto your back, feeling a little dizzy, but somewhat defeated.

"You alright?" Seonghwa asks softly next to you.

"Y-yeah... I'm okay." You turn your face away from him to hide your red cheeks when you see something glinting in the shadow at the base of the cat tree. You tilt your head against the hard floor. Ow, that was a bad idea. You rub the slightly sore spot with your free hand. You gently tug your arm underneath Seonghwa and feel the weight being lift off your almost numb limb as you pull away. You get up carefully due to your skirt and walk over to the cat tree. You kneel down in front of it and feel inside the bottom-most bed. A slick yet cold texture grazed your skin. You went over the same area to feel it again and curl your fingers around it to pull it out. You open your hand and wondered, how did this get here? Seonghwa looks at your hand holding the ring and gasps. "It was there?! It was in there?! How—why—"

"Koi is like a magpie," you say while inspecting and cleaning the ring, "she likes to steal shiny things, particularly silver looking items."

You get up from the kneeling position you were in and walk over to him. With the ring in between your index finger and thumb, you place into the palm of his outstretched hand.

"Honestly," you chuckled, "I'm surprised you haven't managed to lose this in a year or so."

"It was..."He blushes. "It's because I've liked you for such a long time and this was the first and only gift you had given me."

"Oh!" You feel your cheeks heat up. "Well, I had given you other gifts too since then!" you pout.

He laughs as you walk over to the entry way to put on your chunky sole shoes. "Yes, but this is the only thing that isn't edible."

"Ha, well, you were practicing so hard, you needed to eat 24/7!" You finished tying up the laces on your shoes. You get up and grab your mini backpack off the sofa, along with your keys. "Let's go."

"Wait!"

You halt and turn to look at him. "Did you lose something else too?" you mused.

He slowly walks over to you and holds your shoulders. He scans over you and stops at your eyes, holding your gaze long enough that your cheeks begin to feel hot again. You’ve been blushing a lot today.

"I've always wanted to say," he begins softly. He leans in to your ear. "You look so beautiful."

Your whole being starts to feel like it's melting upon hearing those sincere words. Even after a couple of years of knowing him, hearing it like this from him, it felt like utopia.

"H-h-haaa, um, look, I swear if it's one of your cringy jokes again," you protest to protect yourself from completely dying. "C'mon, let's go!" You lock arms with him and drag him out of the apartment.

B O N U S × K O I . P O V

Sitting on top of the cat tree, she watches Y/N and that strange man leave, locking the door behind them. She hops down to the floor and makes her way into the kitchen. On her way, she finds a silver hair clip left behind on the floor where her human was just laying. She picks it up by the mouth and continues on. She jumps up on the kitchen counter and to the top of the fridge. She lays her newly acquired precious silver on a small mound of other miscellaneous silver objects. She trills in satisfaction.

#seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #atiny #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #fluff #comedy #ateez imagines #kpop imagines #credit to gif owner

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years

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Bliss

I feel like there’s been a slight uptick in the amount of Snafu content being produced (YAY) and I got inspired. This is just a smutty little one-shot look into what it might be like to be married to Merriell “Snafu” Shelton. Hint: see title : )

Warnings: Smut, so 18+, please!

“Hey, baby girl. How was ya day?” your Cajun husband greeted from his perch on the stool in your kitchen, a grocery list and a cookbook spread out on the island in front of him.

“It was good—same old, same old. I’m gonna head back and take a shower. What do you want for dinner?” you asked as you peeked over his shoulder, squinting to try to figure out what was scrawled on the list.

“It’s already warmin’ in the oven for ya.”

You smiled and kissed Merriell’s temple, whispering in his ear, “What did I do to deserve you?”

Merriell chuckled, “I gotta make sure one of dem sailors don’t make off with ya. Need to give ya a good reason to come home only to me.”

You reached out and took his chin in your hand, his dazzling green eyes meeting yours.

“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from you,” you replied, kissing his lips softly before making your way down the hall to the bathroom.

After putting your hair up in a bun and throwing on a shower cap, you let the hot water work its magic, relaxing your muscles and washing away the day’s labor. You liked working for the Port of New Orleans as a secretary; it paid better than most secretarial jobs, but it did get monotonous.

When you opened the shower door, the steam followed you out, filling the modest bathroom. You wrapped a towel around your body and went to the sink and swiped at the mirror to make sure you had removed the day’s makeup. Merriell loved you made up. Merriell loved you barefaced. He just loved . . . you.

You took your hair down and shook it out of its bun, letting it hang loose.

When you exited into the bedroom, Merriell was laying on the bed, propped up, eyes closed, shirt off, of course. He had been working overtime at the lumber yard for the past few weeks, so when the day turned stormy and the sky opened up, he took the opportunity to come home a little early. He could’ve went out gambling, or drank and smoked his free time away, but instead, he cooked for you and had put away the clean laundry that had been threatening to overtake the bench at the foot of your bed.

When you entered the bedroom clad only in a towel, Merriell peeked one eye open before closing it again.

“Come over here,” he said in a husky voice.

You knew that tone, and his voice went straight to the juncture of your thighs. It had been awhile since you’d had the time or the energy for sex. Sometimes, life just got in the way, even for your little sex-god.

Playing along, you dropped your towel, making sure it made an audible plop when it hit the floor. Merriell grinned, a lazy but predatory smile.

You walked to the edge of the bed, just within Mer’s reach, and it surprised you when he didn’t take advantage of your exposed skin.

He kept his eyes closed and began talking, in that same husky tone.

“Sometimes, baby girl, I just can’t get you outta my mind. I think about the way you smell, like lavenda’ and vanilla, so sweet, and I think about the way you smile, lookin’ at me with those beautiful eyes as they tighten up in the corners. You always smile with ya eyes, Y/N, and I love that.

You listened intently, your emotions swirling in a weird combination of amusement, love, and arousal. Merriell opened his eyes and locked them on yours; you knew what was coming next, and your breathing picked up a little bit.

“And sometimes, I can’t stop thinkin’ about fuckin’ ya, legs in the air, body spread out in front of me so I can see everythin’.

Arousal flooded your body—between that look and those words, you knew you wanted whatever Merriell had spent the afternoon thinking about because you knew it would be so, so good.

“Would ya like that, baby girl?”

You fixed Merriell with a seductive gaze before whispering in a low voice, “Yes.”

Merriell sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and wrapped his arms around your body, running his hands over your ass, your back, your arms, and into your hair.

“Smell so sweet,” he mumbled as he inhaled before kissing down the side of your face and to your lips. He nibbled and sucked on your lips before dipping his tongue into your mouth. When Merriell kissed you like this, you wanted to melt into him, become so pliant that every touch would feel like the first touch again and again.

“Lay back on the bed, darlin’.”

You climbed up and lay back, your legs dangling over the side. Merriell looked down at you and ran his hand down your middle, from neck to lower abdomen.

Merriell moved even further in-between your legs, spreading them a little wider. He reached up and pushed your arms above your head.

“You best hold on ta somethin’.”

You could feel the wetness increase between your thighs, Mer’s words flowing through your body.

Merriell knew the effect he was having on you, and he was amazingly restrained with his touch. He lightly ghosted his fingertips over every inch of your naked body, forehead to toes, not missing a single spot except where you were dying for him to touch. He casually avoided your aching core, smirking when you let out a small whimper of frustration.

Instead of touching you, he pulled your wet heat directly to his pants front. You could feel his hard cock through his pants and used your leverage of the edge of the bed to push yourself into him, grinding a little to get some relief, and Merriell didn’t stop you. Instead, he grasped your hips and pushed you further into him, thrusting forward just a little.

“Do ya want me, baby girl? Do ya want me to spread your legs and fuck ya until you come all over ma’ cock?”

“Fucking, YES, Merriell! Please, please fuck me,” you said wiggling into him, the friction just not enough to do anything other than get you even more stimulated.

Merriell stepped back, unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants. He slipped out of them and then his underwear. He was already barefoot, as usual.

Because he was such a shit, he bent down and licked a single stripe up your soaking pussy, pausing only for a moment to flick his tongue up and over your clit.

You growled, low and deep, and Merriell chuckled.

He licked his lips, clearly savoring the taste of you and you pushed your hips further off the edge of the bed, seeking his cock.

Merriell hooked one of your legs under the knee and positioned the other leg on his shoulder. He used his free hand to line up his cock with your entrance, swirling his tip in your wetness, dipping in just a little until he was slick.

He thrust into you, hard enough to scoot you back on the bed, and you swore, crying out from sheer relief of being filled.

“Mmm,” Merriell hummed, pulling his lower lip between his teeth and closing his eyes for the first few thrusts. “Mmm, mmm, mmm.”

You were gripping the edge of the bed, enjoying how deep Merriell could get at this position, when he turned his head to kiss the arch of your foot. Then, he moved your leg from his shoulder and said, “Straighten your legs, baby girl. Spread them for me.”

You looked up and watched as you straightened your legs and spread them out in a perfect V, toes pointed. It looked sexy as fuck, watching Mer thrusting slowly between your legs. Then, he moved your legs even further apart, his arms spreading as wide as they could to hold your legs in position.

The friction caused by Mer’s cock was nothing short of divine. Being so spread open, so bared for him excited you, your nipples impossibly hard despite his lack of attention to them. You continued to grasp the edge of the bed, pushing back into Merriell’s thrusts.

Merriell’s face was the perfect picture of aroused bliss; his eyes were open, locked on watching his cock disappear into your body.

“So fuckin’ hot, baby girl. You should see how sexy ya look.”

You groaned, his voice again washing over you, again exciting you impossibly more. Mer’s cock just felt so goddamn good like this.

Merriell picked up his pace, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. His chest broke out in a light sheen of sweat, his pecs flexing as he moved his grip on your legs, spreading you just a little bit wider.

Your orgasm took you by surprise with a simple shift of Mer’s hips as he leaned in, just a little, over you. You clutched and clawed at the edge of the bed, your back arching up and your eyes rolling back as you moaned and panted Merriell’s name.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck!” Mer cursed, unable to last between watching your intense orgasm as it washed over your body and watching as his cock thrust so perfectly into your pussy.

He came, cursing in English and French, your name littered amongst the profanity as he buried his length in you, his come filling you up until it slowly leaked out from around his spent cock.

Merriell bent your legs and they trembled a bit with relief as you rested them on the edge of the bed.

Merriell slid out of you, reaching under you to push you back a little on the bed. He crawled in beside you, laying half on top of you as he kissed your face and neck. You brought up a hand to twist in his curls, enjoying the feeling of his sweaty hair as he laid his head on your chest to catch his breath.

“Mer.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m starving.”

Merriell laughed softly into your skin, pressing a sweet kiss to it before lifting his head.

“I love ya’ baby girl.”

“I love you, too, Merriell Shelton. Now feed me.”

Laughing, the two of you put on just enough clothes to not be mortified if there were a fire and headed into the kitchen, hand in hand, the very picture of bliss.

#snafu #Snafu Shelton #snafu imagine #snafu x reader #female reader #Merriell Shelton #merriell shelton imagine #merriell x reader #merriell shelton x reader #rami malek #rami malek's character #the pacific

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On The Rocks- 22

Part 21 Masterlist

Word count: 2670

probably swearing

It was about 5 pm when our stomachs decided it was time for food seeing as we've only had espresso and a hissy fit, we were quite hungry. About 3 unsuccessful suggestions of where to go and some feelings hurt on the way, I wordlessly rose of my bed got changed in my closet into actual underwear, my softest gray leggings and old baggy quarter zipper burgundy sweater. My leggings barely touch my ankle because of the length of my legs.

"We are going out," I announced re-enter my room to the lazy looking teen fiddling with my TV remote. He eyes my outfit for a clue of where we are going, me clearly looking just as lazy before just this time my own clothing doesn't give him much of a clue where.

"and where are we going?" Auston humored with an amused smirk on his face.

"Well, first I am gonna see what I have in the freezer and I think I should have gnocchi or lasagna prepped. Then you and I are going shopping," I smiled brightly gaining Auston's attention at shopping but his posture is doubtful in my intentions.

"Two things, where are we going shopping? and Nonna Gnocchi?" Auston's tone changes from scared to excited to hopeful all in one sentence as he slowly gets up from my bed, turning off the TV. I remember Auston being chirped for his love of shopping that has spanned way before he was making the big bucks that he is now, but this shopping won't be to his standards.

"Grocery shopping 'cause I saw your fridge," Smirking as Auston groans falling back onto my bed with a pout on his lips and a blush on his cheeks. "Come on Auston. Didn't you tell us that your Mum and dad are coming in this week or are already here?" I prodded already knowing that his parents are indeed in town because every time they are, Auston goes socially MIA and he hasn't been hanging around with Mitch or Morgan as often.

"Yeah, they're already in town but staying in a hotel. Claiming that 'I need my space for this important time of the season'," Auston drops his voice an octave mimicking what his dad is supposed to sound like probably. "So, I have been taking them to restaurants around the city," He sat up with a shrug.

"Okay but Auston was still going to grocery shopping because this is an important time of the season," I whined grabbing his arm half ass pulling him but he doesn't budge. "Okay, I'm not gonna talk about hockey anymore but you still need food," I pulled more, he smirks at the failed attempts to move him, thinking that I can't lift him.

"How much do you weight?" I asked pulling away from my plans being determined by his next answer as I assess him.

I think I can lift him.

"220, why?" He frowns as I smirked well looks like this gonna be a PR.

I lift 200 pounds in the gym what's another 20? Bracing my legs comfortably, bending my knees I wrap my arms under his and tugging him swiftly off the bed with minor difficulty lifting dead weight. He stumbled before gaining his balance now standing in front of me with a shocked face.

"Great, come on," I stepped abound him about to walk out the door.

"Well, it's rude to ask a lady's weight," I was lifted into the air and flung back on my bed, landing on my back staring wide-eyed at Auston who's smirking.

"Come on," He dragged out as if it was my fault we are still in my room instead of downstairs. Rolling my eyes I huff dramatically taking my time getting off the bed, hurrying past Auston bumping his shoulder as I pass.

"Where's Steph and Mitch?" I wondered aloud confused by the lack of noise in the apartment coming down the stairs into the living room seeing no one either.

"Mitch's parents are treating him to dinner for getting into the playoff," Auston following behind me tossing his body onto the couch with a groan. "Mmm, You also gotta fix ma back," He stretched like a cat before looking for the remote.

"Yeah later," I waved him off going into my freezer looking for food. Pulling out the Gnocchi as the lasagna is way too big for only two people eating it. Switching the stove on, I fill a pot with water setting it on the lit stove to boil. Ignoring the sound of the TV get into my cooking zone, chopping some onion and basil for the red sauce.

I was so in the zone that I didn't notice Auston move from his spot on the couch to on a stool to watch me work around the kitchen. I had just put the pasta into the water and was about to ask Auston to grab the sauce for me when I noticed the vacant couch, his laugh startling me from being right beside me. My hand instantly covered my chest where my heart pounds, I stare wide-eyed as he laughs.

"Jesus, Wear a bell or something," I breathe still shaken up. Auston just shakes his head at me as he laughs some more at my expense but slowly settles for a cheeky grin when I just stare at him.

"anyways, Can you grab a jar of sauce from the laundry room? thanks," It was more of a statement than a question but he gets up and gets it for me anyways. He reminds me of me when I was really young cooking with my Nonna, easily fascinated by anything in the kitchen. His posture is lax as he lazily bends down at the waist to grab the jar, prompting me to look away when I realize I was watching his butt the entire way.

Opting to find my skillet to hide my reddening cheeks, I turn on the spot before he even is vertical. Bending myself because genuinely I don't remember where I put it last, sorting through the various metal pots and pans until I find the cast iron skillet at the very back shouting in victory.

Ignoring the man watching me, I get back into cooking. Placing the skillet on the burner as I wait for it to heat I strain the cooked pasta and blanching it in cold water. Once the skillet was radiating heat I drizzled some olive oil let it bubble a bit before scraping in the onion and basil. Turning away from the stove for the jar this time not spooked by Auston's presence. Grabbing the mason jar sitting in front of him, its already opened. He smiles a contagious smile that makes him look a lot younger despite the growing facial hair.

"Grazie," I laid the accent on thick with a wink, earning a brighter smile and chuckle.

Finishing up the food, Auston works around me to set the table and getting water bottles. I set the steaming bowl of food between us in the center of the table. The scent is mouth water and my stomach ached for it. Wasting no time in dishing out the portions and digging, the only sounds utensils hitting the plates, chewing and moaning.

"My Nona's recipe for the sauce but the pasta is a small Italian place in Markham, definitely not as good as my Nona's," My tone is sentimental as Auston hums his pleasure still stuffing his face. Occasionally taking a breath or a sip of water.

"It's hard to believe it get's, better than this because I have to about 225 now," His words muffled by the food still in his yap.

"Probably helps that its like 6 pm and it's our first meal," I noted finishing off my plate, glancing at the dish debating if I want more or my taste buds want more. Instead of committing to another portion, I steal forkfuls straight from the bowl between us.

"Mmm, I found a solution for my lack of fresh food," Auston gleamed with a devilish smirk pausing for another mouthful of pasta. "You can just come cook for me and then I don't have to order the meal preps anymore," His suggestion is a joke but there is some hope in his eyes as he waits for me to react.

"Sure," I forked another mound of food into my mouth, Auston sat across from me shocked by my ease.

"Wait, actually?" He smiled but was on guard.

"Yeah but I have a price," I added ominously purposely to spook him, which it did because he paused mid-bite to watch me waiting for me to say what the price is.

"Don't hide injuries or I swear to a high power I'll let you starve," I pointed my fork at him for dramatic effect as he slowly nods eyes wide.

"That simple?"

"Can be if you want it to be," I riddle off picking up my plate and the now empty bowl between us and working on cleaning up the kitchen. Auston comes in silently rinsing his plate and putting it into the dishwasher as I handle the pots and skillet, the cast-iron needing different treatment than the other metal pots.

"Deal?" I quirked once everything was cleaned up, turning to Auston my hand outstretched for a shake.

"Deal," shaking on it.

Shopping with Auston is a pleasant experience, he follows my lead majority of the time but will veer off if something catches his eye and returns putting it in the cart. He would pout lightly if it was something unhealthily as if he thought I would scold him for it but I'd shrug and continue pushing the cart down the isles occupationally sneaking things I like into the cart.

"Steak or chicken?" Auston held up the different meats, recipes for both came into the forefront of my mind instantly.

"Both," Auston shrugged carefully placing the meats into the last empty place at the bottom. Continued down more isles filling the cart more, coming to the baking products Auston just by-passes it but I venture down, grabbing the stable; flour, baking soda/powder and bulk of salt. I also grab ingredients for desserts; vanilla, cocoa powder, and chocolate chips.

"Amelia?" I can hear Auston's voice call from a couple aisles over clearly just realizing I wasn't behind him anymore. I see him before he sees me, he's peering into isles. I can't see his eyes from the black hat covering his eyes but I can see the frown on his usually emotionless face.

"Aus," clumsily spinning to my voice Auston relaxes he glares as I approach with the cart.

"where did you go?" He lets up as he looks for the added items in the cart stops and lifts the chocolate chips with a grin. "Okay, I approve as long as these eventually turn into cookies," He tosses the large bag of chips into the cart once again.

"I think we covered everything to last you for the next couple of weeks," I noted as the cart is full to the brim of fresh produce and meats with of course some junk food. Mentally cataloging what's in the cart to make sure we got everything, a quiet voice interrupted my thoughts as a small boy approached with a smile wearing a Leafs shirt and hat covering his blonde locks.

"Are you Auston Matthews?" He whispered scared that he might not be Auston. My heart melted instantly, having a soft spot cutie little kids.

"Yes, I am! What's your name, buddy?" Auston knelt down being way too tall for the beaming boy, he smiles soft as the boy gasps and says his name is 'Spencer'. They became to talk about hockey and the little man looked like he his face was gonna split from smiling so much.

"Spencer?!" An older lady with matching blonde hair but brown eyes, unlike Spencer's bright blues. I wave her over pointing to the boy who's over the moon and safe.

"Spencer, You can't run off like that," his mother scolded out of breathing, bending down to pull her son into an embrace.

"I know ma, but the look is Auston Matthews," he beamed like that was suppose to make up for the fact for giving her a heart attack.

"Who?" The lady not knowing who Auston was but the boy was quick to roll his eyes at his mother confused face.

"He's only the best hockey player, ma" he drew out dully. His mom shook her head at him with a laugh.

"Do you want a photo?" Auston offered standing up to his full height again. Spencer instantly shift his hate and shirt making sure they look good, Auston pulls the boy up into arms resting him on his hip.

The mom takes mutinous shots as per Spencer's request. Auston continues a quiet conversation with the boy until the boy whispered something into Auston's ear prompting him to look over to me with a warm smile before putting him down, signing his shirt and hat.

"That was the cutest thing ever," I gushed as we got to the car as There wasn't really a time a gush in the store as Spencer was near until we got out of the building and to the car where we stand now loading in the trunk carefully.

"One of my favorite parts of my job are kids like Spencer, maybe some more than others given the situation but it warms the heart and it motivating," He was more relaxed now than before as he shuts the trunk.

"What did he whisper to you?" I recall the boy's red cheeks and Austons smile.

"Secret can't tell you," he teased getting into the car smirking as rolls my eyes at him, following suit.

This car ride is a lot more pleasant than the ride to my place before, the memory of Austons anger leaves unpleasant feeling sitting on my chest the whole way up to Auston apartment arms loaded with bags. He goes back down to get the rest that we couldn't manage.

Slipping out onto the balcony as I wait for Auston to return, the fresh air is crisp on my overheated face from too much thinking. Setting myself onto the same couch from the morning tucking my feet under me, I took in the view of Toronto's night lights but this mornings view puts this to shame.

Checking my phone its 8 pm.

Sighing the feeling doesn't let up and only gets worse when Auston returns, putting things away before coming out and sitting beside me saying nothing but he has to be able to sense the tension.

"I'm so sorry for making you feel like I don't trust you, Auston." I blurted out relieving the knot in my chest. "I have a bad habit of sabotaging myself,"

"I'm sorry for being an ass about it, I went the wrong way about it trumping my feelings over yours, you clearly have your reason and I should accept that," he pulled me into his side.

"I've shared more with you in the past 24 hours than I ever did with my old therapist," Auston chuckles but doesn't comment thankfully, just sitting with me.

"I should probably get home soon," I started a bit later when the temperature was too low for me.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Auston said sporadically, ignoring my comment on leaving.

"Nothing that I can think of," I racked my brain for anything.

"Then stay,"

"Sure, but can we go in? I'm cold,"

Letting someone in is seeming easier as the day goes by and Auston is only making it easier.

It scares me.

But it doesn't scare me how easy it is to eat junk food well watching dumb comedy's laughing our asses off on his couch, or how easy it was to fall asleep again in his arms for the third or fourth time since I met him.

But who’s counting anyways?

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #on the rocks

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uberff · 7 years

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Chapter 1

Jaylen

My boy had just bailed me out a few hours ago and I was honestly ready to get home. I been in this hell hole for 6 months. I was supposed to have 2 years, but I got left off early cause of good behavior.

Every day and every night I been wondering what baby girl been doing. I sent her hundreds of letters, called plenty of times and she never wrote back or answered to any. Ain’t put money on my books, none of that shit. I mean yea, she used to be on my ass about this dope shit but damn you that mad to ignore me for 6 months?

Part of me was thinking that she moved on and been fucking another nigga, but I just knew she wouldn’t do that to me. After all the shit I did for her? Nah, she couldn’t.

I loved her too much to let her go. I hated that she had that affect on me.

“Yo, take me to my girl’s place.” I mumbled to Odell because I knew she’d be there.

Reaching under the mat for the spare key, I unlocked the door with no problem. Shutting the door behind me, it indeed smelled like her in here. She smells fruity and shit all the time.

Smiling as I made my way upstairs, it was quiet as a mouse so I knew she had to be sleeping. Opening the door to her room, I watched her peacefully she slept.

Walking over to her, I started planting kisses on her neck. “J-jaylen?” She said as she woke up looking beautiful as always. I couldn’t even be mad at her no more.

“Yea, baby I’m home.” I smiled as I sat down next to her.

She sighed as put her head in her hands. “Jaylen I’m really sorry..” she apologized as I chuckled and waved her off.

“It’s fine, as long as you here now I’m good.” I explained as she shook her head. She rose the blanket up a little and I noticed something different about her.

That’s when all hell broke loose…

She was the ONLY girl I’ve ever been in a relationship with. She was my first everything. She fucked me over so many times and my ass was too blind to see that. Everyone kept telling me not to fuck with her, because she was no good but I just had to have her. I think that’s what made me want her even more.

And I hate the fact that I still got mad love for her. She could stab my ass and I’d still love her. Shits crazy.

I really had a big ass heart and I hated that. I always made sure everyone was straight and I cared about people too fucking much. May not show it, but I do.

Adding the last few finishing touches to the wall I was painting, I took a drag out of my blunt. Normally, I would just stay in and paint all day but I deserved to be spoiled even though I just went shopping yesterday.

I’ve been painting all my life, but I didn’t get serious about it until my teenage years. It was just something I’d do on the side. I sold dope for a while, and to be honest it wasn’t for me. After a nigga was behind bars for 6 months, I wasn’t trying to go back to that shit, so I had to change my life around ASAP.

It’s not even just that, the shit was just too much. Nigga couldn’t even go to bed without thinking somebody was gone wet my ass up. Shit, sleep wasn’t in my vocabulary.

After what felt like forever, I finally got a few of a my paintings to be in different museums and I started getting calls left and right. I can’t even lie, it does bring good money but I do it because I love it. I couldn’t see myself doing anything else.

Since I was starving, took it upon myself to start making some delightful breakfast. Me being the king I am, I deserve that shit.

When I went into the kitchen, I looked into the refrigerator only to face nothing. “Damn, who the fuck been eating all my shit?” I sucked my teeth. Greedy fucks.

“Oh me.” I chuckled to myself as I realized I was the only person that lived here. I gotta go to the grocery store ASAP.

Throwing on a polo jumpsuit and some slides, I snatched my keys off of the counter, and made my way to the car. The drive wasn’t long cause the store was literally around the corner.

As I made my way into the store, I wasted no time putting shit in the basket. I wasn’t trying to be in here that long.

Landing on the cereal aisle first, I was about to go for some Fruity Pebbles until some bitch decided to grab it.

“Yoooo,” I said, scratching the back of my head. She looked at me with this fake ass confused look. Bitches be begging to get smacked.

“I know you just didn’t play me like that. This gotta be a joke.” I chuckled as she smirked but quickly hid it when I noticed.

“What ar-”

“Fuck you, you saw me about to grab that box. I don’t know why you all of a sudden trying to be fancy today. Every time I see you on this aisle you get fucking Dyno-Bites.” I spat as I stormed off with the cart. I see this bitch on the same aisle every time I come here. She did that shit on purpose.

“Done fucked up my morning..” I mumbled to myself as I checked my watch.

I had a long way to go.

“Fuck,” I cursed to myself as some of the groceries I had fell out the bags. That’s what I get for trying to carry all this shit at once. I didn’t wanna make multiple trips carrying all these damn bags.

“Hey, did you s-” I heard a feminine voice say causing me to suck my teeth. Females were always popping up on me left and right and that shit was annoying sometimes.

“Man you see me over here about to lose my fucking life trying to carry these groceries, wait damn.” I spat as I struggled to open the door. When I finally got it open, I sighed out of relief.

“Look, it ain’t my fault that you couldn’t carry these baby ass groceries. Maybe you should consider going to a gym. I just came over here to ask if my phone was still in your car.” She spat. I don’t know where these balls that she just grew and from. Any other time, I would’ve cursed her ass out for talking to me like I’m a bitch, but I ignored her ass. I need to put these groceries up, fuck her.

Carrying everything into the house, it took me about 20 minutes to put all this shit up. I should be good for about 3 weeks. I literally sit in this bitch and eat all day. There’s mostly junk food, cause I don’t do no cooking over here.

Going into the living room, I noticed the girl was sitting on my couch. “Yo,” I said as she looked up. It was Odell’s sister.

“Yo,” she mimicked me causing me to suck my teeth. This hoe..

“Im trying to figure out why you still here..”

“Dude, I been asked you if you seen my phone.” She rolled her eyes. I hate when females do that.

“Maybe if you were more responsible you’d have your stupid ass phone.” I shot at her as she waved me off. She was clearly irresponsible as hell.

Driving far out without putting gas in her car, and leaving her phone in a stranger’s vehicle. I should’ve sold her shit.

“Can you just give it to me?” She rolled her eyes as I did the same. Odell better keep her away from me, I do not like her. “Fine..” I heard her mumble as she walked into the kitchen and snatched my keys off of the island.

Grabbing her arm, “Da fuck you going with my keys girl?” She looked at me like I was crazy.

“The car.” She said before pushing me away from her. She pushed me like she was the strongest nigga in the world.

Forgetting that she had my keys, I cursed to myself and followed her outside. When she reached my car, she unlocked the passenger side and bent over to look for her phone. I got a glimpse of her ass, and noticed she wasn’t wearing no panties underneath her dress. I gotta say.. dat booty was extraterrestrial.

“There’s your punk ass keys, Jerrod.” She said as she tossed them into the seat and left the door open for me. How petty. She could’ve just nicely handed them to me.

“Fuck is Jerrod?” I asked once I realized she just called me another nigga’s name. I don’t know who Jerrod is but it ain’t me.

“Ain’t that your name?” She asked as I stared at her for a few seconds contemplating on if I should curse her out or not.

“Get out my face.” I waved her off as I went over to my car to grab my keys.

Once she was out of my sight, I thanked God and proceeded to go back into my place.

Plopping down on the couch, I hugged loudly. I been running errands all day, I need a bad ass massage. I bought groceries, dropped off a few paintings, picked up some new painting equipment, then I had to buy a new phone cause I cracked mines for the 48th time. A nigga was exhausted, but I just couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep yet.

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I shot Odell a text because I was bored.

Me: wya hoe

Dell: taking Jayla out for ice cream

Me: stop playing wit me

Dell: 😂leaving a meeting, why?

Me: niggas is bored

Dell: I’ll come entertain u 😏

Me: bitch 😂👉🏽🚮

Dell: 😂but nah jus come to my crib

Me: say no more I’ll be there in 5

Sliding my phone back in my pocket, I went in the kitchen to look for some fruit snacks. I could literally eat a whole box of these bitches all at once. I fucking love fruit snacks more than anything.

Once I grabbed a few out of the box, I put them back in the cabinet before grabbing my keys. I leave my shit unlocked all the time because I stay losing my keys.

Since O lived next door, I just stepped over and twisted the doorknob. I tried to open it but it was locked causing me to suck my teeth. I told this nigga I’d be here in 5. Knocking on the door, the door swung open a few seconds later.

“My bad, I got caught up in something.”

“Whatever, what we eating?” I asked as I kicked off my Gucci slides. A nigga seriously ain’t had nothing but a smoothie all day. Not even gonna lie, that smoothie did hit the spot.

“My sister cooking some shit, I don’t know.” He shrugged as I sucked my teeth and waved him off. She look like she can’t cook.

“Nigga I’ll pass. She might try to poison me.”

“Fine by me.” He chuckled as he turned on the game. I wasn’t a Cowboys nor Vikings fan so I didn’t really care for this game.

Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, I turned around to see who it was. Odell was too into the game to notice.

My eyes met with Robyn’s as she tried to sneak out in her thot-ish attire.

Smirking, I tried to think of ways I could get O’s attention. “Wow, going out in that tiny dress in this type of weather?” I asked loudly as Odell’s head quickly snapped in Robyn’s direction. She looked good as hell though no lie. She had on a red dress, that hugged her shape perfectly. She was thick as fuck. Fuck her though.

“Rob I’m bout to beat yo ass.” He said as he turned the game off. You know he was mad as shit if he turned the game off. He wouldn’t even turn it off if Beyoncé was standing in front of it.

“What I tell you about that shit?” He barked at her and seconds later they started arguing causing me to snicker.

He was in the kitchen fussing at her for about 5 minutes. I could tell he was real over protective over her, cause he was the same with my little sister.

“Thanks a lot, snitch.” She rolled her eyes at me as I smirked. She went in the kitchen to start cooking while O came back and started playing on his phone. “Whatchu’ playing?”

“Pool, why? You tryna getcho’ ass whooped?” He said as I smirked. I don’t even know why he always made bets with me, because I won every time. I ain’t exaggerating neither, I literally won every single time.

“Hell yea, 1k right now.”

“Wasting money..” I heard Rob mutter from the kitchen. I told y'all she talks too much. This was an A and B conversation.

“Mind yo business and cook our food.” I barked as I heard her suck her teeth. I don’t know where the fuck she came from, but she seriously needs to go back. Me and O been rocking for years and I ain’t heard shit bout no Robyn.

Trying to get my mind off of her, I went to my snap chat and started putting filters on Odell. I always catch him slipping. “Ima fuck you up bitch, I know you recording me.” He said as I put my phone down laughing.

Since that nigga wasn’t entertaining me like he said he would be, I put Friday in. You could never go wrong with this movie. Straight classic.

Thinking about what I could get myself into tonight, I sent a text to one of my best clients. Her name in my phone was isis cause her shit was just the bomb.

Me: wyd tonight

Isis💣: ima be with my daughter

Sucking my teeth, I left her on R and looked up at the TV since the movie was starting. I guess I’ll just stay here in this shit hole with these two nut ass niggas.

“Food’s ready!” I heard Robyn yell out. Took her forever to make this shitty as food. Her food better be magical.

“Bout time Batman.” I rolled my eyes as I got up to wash my hands.

“Now you know that’s not my name.” She rolled her eyes as me causing me to laugh.

After washing our hands, we all sat at the table and said our grace. Since I was mad hungry, I immediately dug in and moaned in my head because I didn’t want her to hear. Her food was actually banging.

Taking a bite of the chicken she made, I regretted it. “Damn, shit’s hella spicy.” I coughed as I tried to clear my throat but that made it even worse. I had a love and hate relationship with spicy food. Somebody’s gonna have a war on the toilet tonight.

“Ooops, added a little extra spice to yours.” She said as she started laughing a little. Nodding to myself, I started to plot on how I could get her ass back. Hoe could’ve gave me a fucking heart problem.

“Yea.. blame it on the spice. I was wondering why this shit was so nasty.” I said before I fake accidentally dropped it all over the floor. Her mouth formed into the shape of an O. Yea that’s right.

“Clean it up coke whore.” I winked at her as I got up from the table and went back in the living room. Her face was priceless.

“I ain’t picking this up, so..”

“I ain’t either. This your house.” I shrugged as I kicked my feet up on the table and put my hands behind my head.

“All I know is, one of you niggas better pick this shit up by the time I get out the shower.” Odell said as he had licked his fingers. He finished his food in like 3 minutes and she made a feast. Fried chicken, fried corn, mac and cheese casserole, biscuits, and greens. The shit was actually good, which is why I’m mad she did that fuck shit to my chicken. I barely get to have a home cooked meal ever since moms passed. I swear her food tasted just like my moms but I wasn’t gonna tell her stupid ass that.

“Chop chop Jaylen, pick it up.” She clapped her hands, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was only about to pick it up cause of Odell and I ain’t no childish nigga.

About 10 minutes of cleaning everything up, I huffed loudly. That was the longest 10 minutes of my life.

“Want some sweet tea? It’s nice and coooooold.” She asked smiling as she held a cup out. Side eyeing her, “What yo scheming ass do to it?” I asked walking over to her.

“Nothing I swear, I just feel bad since you started choking so I made you something to drink..” she shrugged as I snatched the cup out of her hand. She knew what she was doing when she added all that spice to my shit. Trying to kill a nigga.

Taking a sip out of the tea, she was eyeing me the whole time. “Is it good?” She asked smiling. Nodding my head, I took the cup and went back into the living room because I still didn’t want to be around her. If I die tonight, it’s probably because she put something in this tea.

Going to Odell’s room, I looked in his drawer to see if he still had those blunts that I hid. I needed to get high ASAP, his sister was stressing me out.

Sighing once I didn’t find anything, I looked around and noticed a brownie on the nightstand. I knew it wasn’t no regular brownie either. Smirking, I got a piece of it and ate it. This should be interesting.

Plopping down on the couch, I closed my eyes and relaxed while I finished watching the movie. After what felt like forever, I heard Odell get out the shower.

Looking around at my surroundings, I felt as if I was being lifted off of the ground.

“Yo,” I chuckled loudly because I knew the brownie had kicked in.

“Nigga what’s wrong wit you?” Odell asked as he walked in and sat on the bean bag that was in the corner. My mind was all over the place.

“Yo…” I said, trying to get his attention.

“Who closes the bus door after the bus driver gets off?” I asked as he started stroking his beard. “Damn bruh, I don’t know.” He chuckled.

“Scoot over.” Robyn said as she moved my feet to the side a little bit. She could’ve sat on the floor like the peasant she is.

“Can you hand me the remote?”

“I literally can’t move.” I laughed, telling the truth. It felt like someone was holding my body down. Everything was moving so slow.

Reaching over me, her ass was on my thighs and it felt like sticks were poking me. “Damn G, is yo ass made of sticks?” I said lowly.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.

“Damn, will y'all shut up? Trying to watch the rest of the movie.” Odell complained as I laughed. Any other time we would’ve started arguing but I’m chilling right now.

While the movie was almost over, Odell had went to go hit up his boo so now I was stuck with his annoying ass sister.

Looking over at her, she was laid back snoring like a fucking man. You would’ve thought she was somebody’s uncle the way she was snoring. I’d hate to sleep next to her.

Just as I was bout to get up, she ended up falling over on me. Not caring that she was laying on me, I still got up to go get something to drink because my mouth was dry as shit.

Going in the kitchen to pour me a cup of water, I ended up spilling it all on the floor. “Damn clumsy ass.” I mumbled to myself. This is why they invented water bottles, because of clumsy niggas like me.

Hearing Robyn’s footsteps, I swear I was that Mr Krabs meme pic. I forgot to warn her about the water so in no time she slipped and fell. “Ow! Did you do this on purpose?!” She yelled as she touched her lip and realized it was bleeding. I tried to speak, but nothing was coming out of my mouth.

Before anything else could happen, she threw a ball at me before groaning and storming up the stairs. Fuck, I had to kiss her ass before she told Odell.

Sighing because I didn’t want to do this, I got up and made my way up the stairs. I could hear sniffling come from one room, so I’m guessing that room was hers.

Opening the door, I noticed the light was off except the one in the bathroom with the door creaked open. Making my way towards the bathroom, I walked in to see her cleaning her lip.

Either I’m tripping or she had a twin.

“Y'all good?” I asked as they looked away from the mirror to me. Jodie rolled her eyes and went back to what she was doing.

“Who is y'all?” She asked looking at me like I was crazy.

Looking at her confusingly I rubbed my eyes before shaking my head. I was tripping.

“Look, I know we may not like each other, but you my nigga’s sister so I couldn’t just leave you up here crying. Besides, I don’t wanna hear his mouth.” I said as she chuckled causing a smile to slowly creep on my face. I quickly wiped it away. I ain’t with this friendly shit.

“Thanks..” she mumbled, as she finally turned around to look at me. “Did you really do that, though? I won’t waste no time beating your a-” she said before I cut her off.

“Nah, I was trying to get some water but I wasted it on the floor.”

“Why’re you being nice right now?” She asked as I started to tell her why but I stopped.

“I’m high..” I shrugged as she chuckled. I never really talk to girls for this long so she’s lucky. I’m only doing this cause she busted her fat ass lip.

Just as I was about to go for the door, she stopped me. “Can you stay until O gets back?” She asked as I scrunched up my face. Why would I spend my night with her on this lovely Saturday? I could be at my crib in the jacuzzi tub, getting my dick wet while another broad feeding me grapes. Well pineapples because ion really fuck wit grapes.

“He probably ain’t coming back til the morning.. plus I got shit to do.” I said as I tried to leave again but she stopped me. Damn, I should’ve left right after O left.

“Please, I really hate being here by myself. I just wanted to talk, I’m bored.” She said as she started battering her eyelashes. It only worked because she was kinda pretty.

Rolling my eyes, I sat down at the edge of her bed. It was silent for a few minutes, before she started talking.

“What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?” She asked. Looking back at her, she gave me one of those smiles that white people give you when you look at them causing me to laugh.

Without thinking twice, I shrugged before answering. “Falling in love…” The room grew quiet. That wasn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, but I didn’t wanna talk about the real answer.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I just think I loved my ex waaaaay more than she loved me. Hell, I still love her ass.” I explained as I felt her hand rest on my shoulder. I got this little feeling when she did that. Maybe it’s just the weed. Yea, Ima go with that.

“We’ve all been there..” She assured me as I nodded. Her voice was mad soothing. I don’t know why, but her annoying ass really reminded me of my mom.

“What about you though?” I said, looking back at her. She was putting her hair up in my bun. “Losing my parents..” she started off. Shit tell me about it..

“When I lost them, it’s like I lost myself.. they died right in front of me and I swear it haunts me all the time because I could’ve stopped it. That’s why I’m scared to stay by myself at times..” she said, looking down at her fingers.

“Sorry for you lost..”

“Thanks.” She said as she looked up at me and gave me a small smile before looking back down. “I lost my mom too.” I spoke up as she looked up at me again. I was trying so terribly hard to avoid this topic.

“Every one loved her. She was so beautiful and sweet. You never seen her without a smile on her face. She made every body feel welcomed. The whole hood loved my moms. She really looked out for everybody..” I explained while smiling. I really had the best mom anyone could ask for. She would welcome anyone in her home. Anytime she cooked, she made sure the whole neighborhood was eating. She played with the kids in the neighborhood, everything.

“I remember coming home everyday and the house always smelled all fruity. She always smelled like that.” I smiled, chuckling. I would give anything just to have my mom back. I miss her like crazy.

“How’d she pass?” She asked as I closed my eyes.

“Car accident..”

Looking over at her, both of our eyes met. She was leaning in to kiss me and the inner me was saying to kiss her but the other part was saying don’t. No Bryson Tiller.

Crashing my lips into hers, the kiss started to get intense until I thought about her. Instantly pulling away, I grabbed my shit and got up. My high went away instantly. What the fuck am I doing?

“Jaylen I’m s-”

“This what I get for being nice..” I sighed before leaving out of her room. I don’t even know why I came up here, I don’t like her.

I could hear her calling my name, but I really wasn’t trying to fuck with her.

Shutting the door behind myself, I walked next door to my apartment. Thanking God that it wasn’t locked, I walked in with no problem.

Feeling a little short of breath, I sucked my teeth. Can’t even walk around for 10 seconds without my asthma fucking up. I don’t even know where my inhaler is, I stay losing those.

Once I got out of the shower, I put on all my daily hygiene materials before hitting the sheets. Grabbing my phone off of the charger, I noticed different text messages from people but one of them caught my eye. It was my ex’s number.

2135643654: Jaylen I really need you right now…

Me: nah G, I ain’t what u need. what u need is Jesus 🏽

2135643654: seriously

Me: what is it dickhead

Closing my eyes as I waited for her to text back, I started dosing off a lil bit. Before I could actually fall asleep, there was knocking on my door.

Sucking my teeth, I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of boxers and slid into them before going to see who was at the door. When I swung the door open, I was ready to curse here out before I seen how red and puffy her eyes were.

Before I could say anything, she fell right into my arms and started crying. A nigga started feeling bad instantly. The bitch in me was coming out. “Yo, wassup?” I asked in her ear as I locked the door and picked her up.

She shook her head no, and I furrowed my eyebrows. Sitting her down on my bed, I started to strip her out of her clothes. “Go to bed.” I said to her as I tossed her clothes on the floor.

Climbing under the covers with her, I started to get comfortable but she started pulling on the band of my boxers.

“I don’t thin-” I started to say but she cut me off by kissing me.

Odell

I know we just got outta practice and shit, but it was hella musty around here. Niggas be musty like they don’t sell deodorant.

Throwing my duffle bag over my shoulders, I sniffed under my arms and scrunched up my face. Damn it was me.

“Yea nigga, that’s yo musty ass.” Jaylen said as he pushed me away from him. There wasn’t a day where this nigga ain’t talk shit. Praying for the day he wakes up and won’t be able to say anything.

He was my guy though. We been at this since middle school days. My moms used to fuck wit his pops so we was around each other a lot. I couldn’t stand him at first, but we ended up getting along. One thing I can say about him is that if you his people’s, he gone make sure you straight.

“Fuck up, I was in practice for 2 hours, what you expect?”

“I expect you to take a bad ass shower when you get in da crib, that’s what I expect.” He said as I chuckled while shaking my head. He came to practice with me and sat on the bleachers talking shit the whole time. What would I do without my nigga Jaylen?

“I am foo.” I said as we both stepped on the elevator.

“I feel like shit bruh.” He said as he leaned his head against the wall. That’s what he gets.

“How?” I sighed, throwing my head back because this elevator always took all day. I really didn’t feel like hearing some dumb shit come outta this nigga’s mouth.

“My asthma.” He said as I sucked my teeth and waved him off. He smoked like every day, and then wanna act surprised when he can’t breathe.

“Quit smoking dude.” I said as the elevator finally opened. When I got off, there was a girl sitting in front of the door. Jaylen looked at me while I shrugged my shoulders.

“Robyn?” I asked, once I seen I noticed it was her sitting in front of the door. She looked cold as hell.

“H-huh?” She stuttered as I helped her up.

“Why you out here?”

“I lost my key, and I didn’t wanna call you because you were in pra-”

“What I tell you bout that? I don’t care what I’m doing, if you need me you need to call me. If you can’t reach me, then you need to call Winter. We talked about this.” I said, looking down at her. She always did this. She never wanted to call when she needed me. She always tries to do shit herself.

“Ok..” she said, looking down at the ground. I hated when she did that.

“I’m not playing, you understand?” I asked, picking her chin up. Once she nodded, I unlocked the door and stepped aside so she could go in first. She went straight to her room. I knew something was bothering her.

“Where she come from? Like how you know her?” Jaylen asked as he shut the door.

“We went to the same after school program and shit, then we ended up being neighbors. So yea, we hung out a lot then we started getting tight. I was cool wit her parents, she was cool wit mines. So yea, a few years later her parents ended up dying right in front of her and they were the only people she had. She was supposed to be at my crib so we could talk, but she never showed up. And that was the last time I heard from her until a few months ago. I had seen her at one of my games, and she told me she started modeling and shit so she was staying out here for good. I didn’t wanna lose her again, so I asked her to move in with me and here we is now.”

“Damn, almost made a nigga cry.” He fake sniffled.

“You ain’t hear me calling you?” I heard Winter’s voice from behind me. How the hell did she get in here?

“Huh?” I asked, asked she sucked her teeth. I did that on purpose to piss her off. She hated when I huh’d her. She always said if you can huh you can hear.

“Huh? Nigga you heard me, get up.” She said she put her hand on her hip. Winter swore she had me in check. I sure did get my ass up though.

“You just gone let her punk you like that?” Jaylen asked followed with laughter. He found this shit amusing every time Winter bossed me around. She’s lucky I love her mean ass.

“Fuck up.” I mugged him as she grabbed my hand and led me to my room.

“Damn Winter got you whipped.” I heard him laugh before Winter shut the door. He got me fucked up. Nobody got me whipped.

Sitting down on the bed, I stripped out of my shirt and gave Winter all my attention. She was just staring at me.

“You gone talk to me or keep staring?” I asked as she started smiling then her smile fell.

“Why the fuck do you smell like that?” She scrunched up her face as she rose up my arms.

“I was going hard in practice.” I laughed as she shook her head and went in the bathroom to turn on the shower. Damn did I smell that bad?

“Yuck, come on let’s go get you in the shower.” She said as she pulled me up and led me to the bathroom. Stripping out of my clothes, I stopped when I noticed she wasn’t doing the same.

“You not getting in?” I asked her as I grabbed a towel and stepped in.

“No, I’ll take one by myself. I’m on my period.”

“Cool.” I said as I closed the shower curtains.

“Uh uh, who said I couldn’t stare at you?” She asked as she pulled the curtains back then sat back down.

“You gone make me get water all over the floor.” I said as she shrugged.

Shrugging along with her freaky ass, I proceeded to bathe myself while she just watched. I swear Winter was weird as hell. She watched me do everything.

“Damn daddy, das all me.” She smirked as she stared at my body. I wish she wasn’t on her damn period. What a perfect way to start off the New Year.

“All yours baby.” I said before blowing a kiss to her. Her cute ass pretended that she caught it.

“Yo Winter, you haven’t took a shower since last year.” I said as she furrowed her eyebrows out of confusion before sucking her teeth.

“Bye. I’m outta here for that corny ass joke.” She laughed as she walked out of the bathroom. I knew she was gonna do that.

“I’m not even mad at your cute self no more. It was all a front so you could dick me down but you ended up leaving anyways.” She said as she jumped on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

We haven’t really been having sex lately cause she’s been busy with work and my coach been on my ass about practice. We finally got to chill last night, but I ended leaving and that’s why she got mad.

She was mad at me for having that party when I left her house. I’m sorry but I wanted to turn up. I literally sit in the house and cuddle with Winter almost everyday so I don’t understand why she got mad. I hardly go out and party. It’s New Years, I didn’t wanna sit in the house.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved spending time with her. She was my fucking baby. It’s just that, I wanted to get fucked up and she doesn’t drink nor smoke. I even invited her to come with me so we could vibe together, but she hated being around big crowds of people. She was shy as hell. I wish she would grow outta that.

“I got you later on. All you had to do was ask.” I smirked as I laid back so she could actually sit on top of me.

“Shut up, I should’ve left your ass in 2016 cause you really had me messed up last night.” She said causing me to chuckle.

“You coming to the game Sunday?” I asked resting my hands behind my head. I know she’s been busy as hell lately with work so I won’t be mad if she said no. I think she got off early that day that’s why I asked.

“Yea, I took off.” She smiled as mines faded. I knew her job was important as hell to her so I didn’t want her taking off for me.

“Baby you ain’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine babe.” She said before giving me a small kiss. Now I know I had to bring my A game since my baby was watching me play. I couldn’t lose in front of her, that was embarrassing.

“Still want me to fuck you? I’m lowkey hungry.” I asked her. I ain’t ate all day and I was starving. Well, I ate like an hour ago but I was still hungry.

“No, I’m on my period remember.” She admitted as I sucked my teeth. I had forgot she said that. No wonder she had this attitude. I had on all white and here she was sitting on my lap.

“Winter I swear to God if there’s one drop of blood on my pants.” I told her as I picked her up and placed her on the floor. Checking to see if there was blood on my pants, I smiled when I came up with nothing.

After she slept in my practice jersey one night and got blood on it, I made sure I bought her the biggest pads there are. We ain’t having no more mishaps over here.

“Boy ain’t nothing gonna get on you since you bought me these bulky ass pads. I’m about to go make something to eat.” She said as she put on some socks and made her way to the kitchen.

Following after her, I ended up just sitting on the couch. Jaylen’s bored ass was still here. I thought he been left. We was up in my room for bout an hour and a half so I don’t know what he been doing.

“Babe, you got pickles?” I heard Winter ask from the kitchen. Before I could reply to her, Jaylen beat me to it.

“No because I ate them. You ask for pickles every where you go.” He said as she sucked her teeth. They had a love and hate relationship. One minute they was taking up for each other then the next, they were arguing.

It was true though, she did ask for pickles literally every where we went. We could go to a funeral, and she’d ask for pickles.

“But was I talking to you Jaylen?” She asked as she came into the living room and stood in front of him. Nobody took her serious when she was mad, because she’s small as hell.

“Doesn’t matter cause I was talking to you Snow.” He always called her Snow to make her mad.

“Odell, you’re not gonna say anything?” She held her mouth open in shock. They wasn’t even giving me a chance to speak.

“Nah he not cause that’s my man.” Jaylen said as he kicked his feet up on the table. If Robyn was in here, she’d be fussing at his ass hard as hell for that.

“Gay bitch.” I chuckled as he waved me off. Looking up at Winter, she was mugging Jaylen the whole time.

“Baby, I’ll go buy you some more pickles now come here.” I told her, trying to prevent them from arguing. I knew she was bound to yell at him.

“I’m starving.” She sighed as she came and sat down next to me.

“Y'all just too cute.” Jaylen said as he started recording us but Winter got up so fast.

“Damn, you got hoes or something?” I laughed as she waved me off. “No, I can’t be on nobody’s snap looking dusty. My braids old as hell.” She said as Robyn came down from her room.

“Hey girl!” Winter squealed. She’s been in her room all day so I knew something was up with her. Knowing her, she wasn’t gonna tell me.

“Hey, I’m about to go to the gas station for snacks. Wanna tag along?”

“Yea might as well go find me a new man at the gas station since Jaylen took O from me.”

“Stop playing wit me.” I told her.

“Bye, I love you.” She said as she and Jodie left before I could even say it back.

“Nigga you in love.” Jaylen said as he put his phone down. I been dating Winter since my LSU days and I had the biggest crush on her forever before that. I didn’t even think she’d like me, but here we are now. She’s mean as hell, but I know she cares about me. She’s been there for me when I was at my lowest points. Hell yea I was in love.

“Yea nigga.” I laughed as he joined with me. “I’m happy for you bro, you growing up.” He stated as I nodded. I was really maturing. Having hoes use to excite me, but now I could care less about that shit.

“I feel like shit bruh.”

“Cause you ain’t shit..” I joked but he didn’t laugh so I knew he was serious. If this nigga says something about smoking Ima slap him.

“Nah foreal, bro.”

“Why?” I asked, giving him my full attention.

“I fucked ole girl.” I don’t think I heard him correctly if he said he fucked ole girl. Ole girl was one specific girl that only we had a name for.

“YOU WHAT?!” I yelled, standing up. I knew Jay’s history with her. She was cool but that nigga was way into the relationship more than she was. I kept telling him to leave her alone cause she just wanted to play him but he never listens. Him fucking her just proves that she got him wrapped around her finger. I don’t see how he still loved her after what she was doing while he was locked up.

“I smashed her bruh..” he groaned as he ran his hands over his face.

“What happened?” I sighed.

“She came over crying so I fucked her to sleep.” He stated plain and simple as I chuckled and shook my head in disappointment.

“Bruh, you gotta stop falling for her shit. That girl be using you.” I told him for the 10000000th time. I guess he just gone have to find out the hard way.

“I wasn’t even gone let her in at first but she started crying and you know I’m a bitch when she start crying.” He explained causing me to roll my eyes.

“Fuck that, let that hoe cry.”

“You right, you right.” He said as he sat up.

“You my brother, I can’t let you be out here looking dumb. You too cute for that.” I joked as he looked over at me and busted out laughing.

“Fam,” He paused to cough, flicking me off. The door opened, and Robyn and Winter were back.

“I’m back! And Jaylen you better not ask for my pickles!” Winter smiled as she started smacking on the pickle she was eating.

“Damn did y'all fly? Quick ass trip y'all took.” Jaylen asked.

“Nah I’m a beast when it comes to driving.” Winter stuck her tongue out as I sucked my teeth.

“Girl please, you gone have bout 5 tickets in the mail Odell cause she ran hella red lights.” Robyn said as my smile fell.

“What? Who told you to drive my car?” I asked as Winter tried to look the other way. That’s probably why she left in a rush cause she grabbed my keys. I never let her drive my car cause she’s literally the worst driver ever. Jaylen drives better than her and he barely knows how.

“I love you.” She said hugging me, trying to change the subject. I’ll talk to her about that shit later.

“I love your hard headed ass too.” I kissed her forehead, pulling her closer to me.

“Must be nice.” Robyn sang in the same tone as Lyfe Jennings causing all of us to laugh. “Nah foreal.” Jaylen mumbled as Rob looked over at him. When he looked at her, she looked away. What the hell?

“I-I’m bout to go, I just remembered that I gotta finish these designs.” Jaylen stuttered as he got up and went straight for the door.

“What was that?” I asked Robyn as she shrugged, putting a hand full of fruit snacks in her mouth.

“Awww, he got nervous when Robyn looked at him.” Winter smiled as she waved her off.

“Rob, you wanna go to the movies wit me and Winter?” I asked as I stood up because I knew Robyn hated staying here alone. Plus, we all been dying to see Almost Christmas. Hopefully that bitch was still in theaters.

“Yea, let me get my coat.” She said as she ran up to her room. I knew we were about to have fun. Especially since we were going to IHOP afterwards. Jaylen missing out.

Robyn

It was about 7am, and here I was wide awake cleaning. I loved cleaning up. It made me… calm. Plus, living with Odell you have no choice but to clean. He can be messy sometimes but most of the time, he’s a neat freak. It always had to spotless around here. I didn’t mind though.

He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He wasn’t my blood brother, but I still considered him as family. We were tight as hell back then and we still are now.

“Why it’s always cold over here? Damn, I’m bout to go home.” I heard Jaylen’s voice. He was always over here, like 24/7.

I hated that they were so close, because that meant that I had to see him all the time. I felt like the biggest dumb ass for kissing him that night. I’m normally not even that comfortable with people I barely know, so I don’t know why I did that.

Pushing the thought of him to the back of my head, I slid into a pair of shorts because I was about to go take the trash out. “Oh shit,” I smirked to myself in the mirror as I struggled to pull my shorts over my butt.

“Girl, let me find out you trying to get thick.” I mumbled to myself sticking my tongue out as I turned around to look at my butt. Had to be all the soul food I been eating lately.

Finally getting them to come over my butt, I turned the light off in the bathroom and made my way into the living room. I was met with some loud music blasting throughout the living room.

“Girl, nobody care about that ugly ass promise ring Odell got you years ago.” I heard Jaylen say to Winter while I laughed to myself.

She always flashed her ring and acted as if they were married but I found it really cute. If someone gave me a promise ring, I’d do the same thing tbh.

“Shut your lonely ass up. You need a fucking girl friend, miserable ass.” Winter barked at him as he waved her off. He completely ignored her and turned his music back up.

“Damn, that’s that bump.” I heard Jaylen say. I hate the fact that he just left me yesterday.

“Nigga I just got some food from this bad ass joint up the street, I had to save you some!” I heard him yell out as he started walking towards Odell. He looked at me, but then looked away when he noticed I was looking at him.

He’s been acting as if I didn’t exist ever since I kissed him that one night. I don’t even know why I did that. To be honest, he was just looking so good at the moment and I thought it was the right thing to do since we were vibing. There was something telling me to kick him out when he came in my room in the first place. I’m tired of niggas tbh. They’re so stressful.

“You a real one.” I heard Odell laugh as they both walked out of the living room and went into the kitchen.

“Shit’s bomb.” I heard Odell say with with a mouth full of food. He ate at least 100 times a day. If he didn’t work out everyday, he’d be as big as a house.

“Rob, you want some of this?!” He yelled out as I looked back to see him and Jaylen looking at me. I noticed that he shaved his struggle beard.

“No.” I yawned.

Sighing out of relief, I got up to stretch. My throat was pretty dry, I could use some orange juice or something.

Walking over to the kitchen, I sucked my teeth once I seen the grease from their fingers dropping onto the floor. I literally just cleaned up when I woke up this morning. Shaking my head, I opened the refrigerator and seen all types of other drinks but my orange juice. Weird, because I just put some in here this morning.

Looking over towards these two pigs, I scrunched up my face once I seen Jaylen drinking out of my orange juice like he payed for it. “I know you not drinking out of my juice.” I said as I walked over to him.

“Lol.” He said as he stopped drinking it. “I ain’t know it was yours girl, chill wit da attitude.” He said smiling.

Something was seriously wrong with this dude.

“You’re buying me another one.” I told him as I rolled my eyes and left to go to my room. I haven’t cleaned it up yet. I cleaned everything else up, but I was saving my room for last.

“Hey um, yo brother told me to ask if you wanted to go workout with us.” He said breathlessly. I watched as the sweat dropped down his chest and abs. His lips were just moving and moving but I didn’t hear a thing. I was too caught up in how good he looked. Why did he have to be such a dick? This man was so beautiful.

“Yea, I’ll be out in a sec.” I assured him as I got up to grab my workout gear. I’ve been meaning to workout for the longest.

“Bet.” He said before shutting the door. Changing into my clothes, I grabbed my beats before leaving my room.

“Come on, you ain’t going hard enough.” Jaylen said clapping, causing me to roll my eyes. I was over here on my death bed. We’ve been here for 3 hours and he’s been yelling at me the whole time. I was surprised that he was even talking to me.

“Take five, you should be ashamed of yourself.” He shook his head at me as I flicked him off.

“Might as well go get yourself a pork chop basket from JoJo’s while you at it.” He said sarcastically. I wanted to slap him so bad right now. He’s been talking shit this whole time.

“I’m feeling great.” Odell smiled as he took off his shirt full of sweat. They both were training me and working out and neither of them were tired.

Giving up my dream of wanting abs, I reached in my purse and grabbed my Reeses. I’ve been saving this for a week and right now I deserved it.

“You real lazy.” He chuckled as he started to drink some his water. It felt so good outside right now. It wasn’t too cold nor hot.

“I ain’t lazy, I’m just not no body builder like you and O.” I said as he side eyed me before laughing.

“Robyn, you staying wit Jaylen or coming wit me?” Odell asked as he pulled up in front of Jaylen and I.

“You can go without me..” I told him as he nodded before pulling off. I should’ve gave him my phone, because I have no where to put it.

“Come hoop wit me, you look like you hoop.” He tapped me as I shook my head no. I did used to hoop in high school, but I stopped when I broke my leg.

“This ain’t love and basketball.” I said as he sucked his teeth. “You lucky I even asked you to play.” He muffed me as he ran to the court.

Watching him move back and forth on the court made me wonder if he had on some type of boxers underneath his shorts. I’m just gone assume that he didn’t, cause his lil Vienna sausage was swinging every where.

“Stop looking at my dick, girl.” I heard him say as he made a shot.

“I wasn’t looking at that little-”

“Little where?” He asked as he reached in his shorts before pulling it out. Gasping, I turned away before dying of laughter. I’ve never met someone so bold in my life.

“I’m bored, I’m bout to start picking people up now.” He said as he clicked into the Uber app like he didn’t just pull his dick out.

“Wow, is this what you do for a living?” I asked, confusingly. He had a nice ass car, so I knew this wasn’t what he did.

“No, I’m an artist.” He mumbled, making a million questions pop up in my head. He seemed like his life was interesting.

“What kind?”

“None of your business Ms. Nosey. What do you do for a living? Host parties?”

“Design clothes.” I smiled as he looked over at me like I was lying. I didn’t have to prove anything to him so I didn’t really care if he thought I was lying or not. He better go pick up a Vogue magazine, and look at what these celebs were wearing and check for my name.

“You got some big ass lips.”

“Looks who’s talking.” I laughed. People stayed telling me that my lips were big like I didn’t know that already. It runs in my family.

“Where you from?".” He asked.

“Just sit back and be quiet I ain’t here to play 21 questions.” I mimicked him from the first day he gave me a ride. He was rude as hell. I’m still waiting on my damn apology.

“My bad, you was being mad annoying that night and I was frustrated.” He apologized. Well I guess that was his way of apologizing.

“Is that how you normally act?” I asked, not understanding why he’s so popular if he acted like a dick all the time.

“Yea..”

“Why?” This guy was so interesting.

“I don’t like talking to people that much. That’s why I left when you kissed me, because you caught me off guard. I wasn’t ready for that.”

“I’m so sorry for that Jaylen, seriously. You don’t ever have to worry about that again.” I apologized as he waved me off.

“It’s cool, you good.”

“So we’re cool now?” I asked, holding my fist out for him to pump.

“I don’t know bout all that yet.” He stated as I slowly put my hand back down. Damn, second L that I done took with this dude. I’m just gonna let him do all the talking cause he’s confusing as hell. I see that he’s one of those guys that’s scared of commitment.

“Now you made it awkward.” I spoke up as he looked over at me and laughed.

“You party a lot? You look like you like to turn up. I never seen you not smiling or talking.”

“Not really.. and cause I’m a happy person.” I cheesed.

“Must be nice, I don’t know shit about that.” He chuckled bitterly.

“You’re not happy?” I asked, not really surprised. I could tell he wasn’t by the way he was acting when I first met him. Nobody should be that rude to a person.

“Not really. How can I be happy when I don’t have a mother and constantly keep getting played by a girl that I really love? My life sucks.” He huffed.

“Look, you may not be able to fix that but you’re freaking blessed. Look on the bright side of things. That’s something to be happy about. Whatever you’re going through, talk to God about it. Better days are coming.”

“You think that’ll help?” He asked as stopped at a red light.

“I know it will. I was at a really low point in my life when my parents died. I hated the world. I wasn’t happy at all, but I started talking to God everyday and started to realize that every thing happens for a reason and he doesn’t put us through anything that we can’t handle. Tell you what, how about you come to O’s place tonight and I’ll help you.” I explained, giving him an assuring smile. I loved helping people.

“Um… definitely.” He said as a smile spread across his face.

I guess this was a start.

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