Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

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Golden sunlight sparkled through the large windows of the modern-style house. Nothing but the sound of gloves hitting the punching bag rang out around the room. Everything was silent otherwise. Jahseh focused hard, throwing one fist after another. Sweat dripping down his forehead, he hadn't realized exactly how long he'd been practicing. When Jahseh got into it, he got into it. That also meant that he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings.

Michael, a fellow rapper who he was living with at the moment, had been watching Jahseh throw his punches for a solid fifteen minutes now. Smiling, he just sat there, finding amusement in the able-bodied guy's unawareness and how intense he was. Giggling slightly, Michael lifted himself off the wall he was leaning on, and walked up behind Jahseh.

"Aye, nigga, you seem pretty fuckin' into th- fuck!" Michael stumbled backward, shocked when Jahseh turned around and nailed him right in the nose. Holding his face in one hand, the guy regained sight after a moment. "Damn what the fuck?"

"Shit! I didn't mean that!" Jahseh laughed for a moment and rushed to Michael, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You scared the shit outta me nigga!" To say Jahseh was jumpy would be an understatement.

"Fuck, did ya have to swing so hard, headass?" Michael removed his hand from his face, smiling but evidently slightly annoyed. The guy brushed Jahseh's gloved hand off of his shoulder, beginning to walk away.

"Aye, chill Blue!" Jahseh stripped the boxing gloves off and threw them to the ground, and stood in front of Michael, using one of the nicknames they had given each other. "You know I get into that shit, I wasn't gonna let nobody sneak up behind m- shit!" Michael now nailed Jahseh in the nose, giving him a taste of his own medicine. As Jahseh shook his head to rid himself of the daze, he looked up to see Michael laughing at him. His wide, cheeky smile showed Jahseh that his friend was joking around the whole time, even if he'd been hurt.

"You totally fell for that, dumbfuck! Dumbass headass nigga! Now you really be ZZZ sleepin' like that!" Michael pointed a finger at Jahseh, laughing like an idiot before backing up and almost falling over the back of a couch placed in the spacious combined room. "Oof! Fuck!" Although, instead of falling over the couch, his fat ass just knocked it over.

"Ahh who's the headass now! Pfffft!" Jahseh, even though he was laughing hysterically now, walked over to help his friend off the ground, to no avail. Michael just pulled Jahseh down on top of himself, putting the guy in a headlock. "Oh, so you want to play it that way, huh?" Giggling, Jahseh found a footing on the floor and shoved himself backward, sending Michael rolling over him so Jahseh could get up. Michael wasn't having this, so he grabbed Jahseh's leg right as he was about to escape, causing him to fall over again.

"You ain't going nowhere!" Michael tried to pin Jahseh down, but as he positioned himself on top of him, his friend kicked him off to the side, and somewhere in the chaos a dreadlock hit Michael in the eye. The slight pain was enough to allow Jahseh to pin Michael, so he wasn't able to move. Both of them laughing, Michael now tried to escape the death grip his friend had on him.

"Who ain't going where? Test me, try it! I wanna see what happens when you squirm!" Energy radiating from Jahseh's voice, he smiled widely and brought his face a bit closer to Michael's as the latter's hands were pinned above his head.

"Shut up, boy I ain't even trying right now plus one of your dumbass dreads hit me in the eye!" Michael complained in a goofy voice, pouting his bottom lip. Jahseh laughed on top of Michael, just shaking his head.

"Is that really the best you can do?" Taunting his friend, Jahseh stuck his tongue out at the guy beneath him, who rolled his eyes. The less muscular guy stopped struggling, and just laid there, so Jahseh released his grip, just sitting back on Michael's stomach. "Ight, so I won, then, no sneak shit, or imma smack your ass up."