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BYEE THIS ABOUG TO BE THE QUICKEST ONESHOT EVER
-M👹
"You know what! Take it Con! I'm tired of going back nd forth witchu, nd worryin 'bout if you're even down for me." You tossed the keys to the dining room table and threw your hands up in frustration as you walked away from him.
You quickly ran up the stairs to you all's shared bedroom, as you heard the chairs scrape against the hardwood floor in such a faulty manner. "AYE! Y/N! HOLLON BABY LEMME EXPLAIN!" He shouted to you as he tried his best to keep up, despite everything suddenly being in his path now. Stopping him to get to you.
"FUCK OUT MY FACE! I WANT YO ASS OUT 'FORE I KNOCK ALL THIS SHIT OVER!" You opened the door to the room and turned off Rock The Boat by Aaliyah. Storming to the closet and switching on the light with haste and looking over to his side. You started from the far right and began taking down his jackets and hoodies.
You weren't a monster so you at least made a neat pile.
You heard him calling for you as he came into the room, ultimately a little confused since he couldn't find you. That was until he stumbled across the closet. He was APPALLED. You had pulled out a few of his favorite shoes and lined them up. He was confused as he watched you set the box down and slide your foot into one, then the other. He felt it tickle his pickle as he saw you ready up.
"AHT! What are you doing?!" He scared you as he picked you up from off your feet and took the shoes of your feet. "You sick twisted urchin! THESE ARE MY WHEAT 13s!" He screeched as he set your fighting self back down.
You huffed as you pushed your hair back, "And that was my MUFUCKIN HEART BRUH!" You shouted to him as you snatched his shoes out of his hand.
"You out here tryna be a mufuckin bear and stay in when it's too cold and inconvenient for you and ya little friends but find yo self pop out when it gets warm and shit! BITCH YOU DONT FUCKIN HIBERNATE, AND I AINT BOUT TO BE YA LITTLE ANNUAL CAVE!"
His arms were crossed as he listened to you and definitely did not let it slide when you were discreetly trying to put on his white AF1s.
"You comin up in here smelling like another woman. And don't think I didn't see that fuckass hickey on ya neck." You pointed out with his shoes that were in your hands. His eyes went wide and placed the palm of his hand on the faint red patch of skin on his neck. "Yea, hoe. What girl you got suckin on yurr neck and smelling like some damn berries and cream from fuckin bath and body works?" You gritted through your teeth as you propped up the tip of the sole.
His eyes went wider and wider before grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. "BLOOD, THIS AIN'T EVEN MY NECK."
