In which Stokeley comforts a scary Michael during the thunderstorm.
okay im not going to update this for about a month, cool? cool☺️ and I posted like three imagines before this one so go comment, vote and allat ... now onto the imagine.
STOKELEY GOULBROUNE.
"I should go do it for lil saint." I mumbled looking blinds as the rain came down heavily pattering against the window, along with thunder crackling loudly in the dark gray clouds sounding almost as if a white person was beating my people. I took a pull from the blunt I was currently smoking on inhaling it before holding it in for some time and releasing it out my mouth before repeating that same action while rubbing my mandible and licking over my lips.
"Stokeley!" Michael cried as the thunder cracked in the air again but with a little bit of lighting as I release smoke out my mouth still looking out the window. "S-Stokeley!"
I soon heard his little feet hit the ground in a fast pace as if he was scared. I craned my neck once the door opened only to see Michael looking around the unlit room trying to find where I was. A visible pout washed over his face as he stomped his foot.
"Stokeley!" He shouts walking further in the room. "I-I'm scared."
"For what?" I mumble as his head snaps in my direction, he gasps lowly before running over to me and engulfing me into a hug as I blew the smoke in another direction careful not to get it in his face. "Why are you scared Mikey?"
"C-cause God is a little t-too angry." Michael mutters in my neck as I looked out the window sucking my teeth.
"'Mmcht." I sucked them again. "That nigga ain' on shit."
After I said that a sharp bright line went across the window along with the thunder booming making Michael whimper as I held my hands up in surrender.
"Shit my bad lil nigga."
"S-stop playin' s-so much." Michael stutters burying his face further in my neck with his arms thrown over my shoulder as I took another pull from the blunt feeling my eyes set low. "W-why are y-you sitting in front o-of the window?"
"It's beautiful." I utter rubbing my hand up and down his thigh releasing smoke out my nose. "Open your eyes and see Michael."
"Stop."
"So beautiful." I mumble to myself ashing the blunt out once I felt my mouth get dry. I licked over my lips as another strip of glaring lighting flashed in the sky making Michael yelp.
"Can y-you c-close the blinds p-please?"
"Mhm." I nod reaching up to close them and laying back against the bed with Michael laying on top of me tracing the tattoos on my arm and listening to the rain gently tap against the window while I palmed his soft cheeks in my hands before lifting my hand up and sending a harsh smack to it as it jiggled from the movement causing me to bite down on my bottom lip.
"Stop S-Stokeley." Michael whines. "That s-stings."
I was about to respond but was cut off by another deep rumbling sound of the thunder in the sky as Michael yelped loudly next to my ear making me wince. I soon rubbed his back in circles when I felt my neck get wet.
"Michael." I called out as he sniffs. "Let's sing the thunder buddy song, it'll probably make you less scared baby."
"O-okay." Michael coughs wiping his face as I cringe but sat up on the bed with him on my lap.
