The Slump God (Stokeley Imagines)

Burn the Hoods

Quick A/n - so as you know I can't actually re-write and repost all the chpts from the old book for y'all bc I'll get in trouble for copywrite *sigh* so I deadass have to start over from scratch and ion even wanna use any of my old ideas so I need some requests.

Your P.O.V

I woke up to the smell of smoke. "Goddammit Stokeley, you know you can't fucking cook" I shouted as I pulled myself from bed. 

"What the hell are you talking about" Stokeley popped his head from the bathroom of our supersized bedroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist showing off his bare toned stomach. (we all know stokeley a lil chubby but we gon pretend he aint even tho his chub is cute asf) I scanned his body up and down before speaking. 

"Nigga you don't smell that shit" I say, sniffing the air. "Bruh it smells like smoke in here" I say as I sit up. "You really can't smell that?" I ask, all seriousness consuming my face. He steps out the bathroom and sniffs the air, the goofy smirk on his face as he smells what I smell.

"What the fu-" He walks toward the window and opens it. Smoke floods the bedroom and my eyes water instantly. "Ah fuck!" I shout. I cover my eyes, it feels like pepper spray but in slow-motion (if that makes sense) My throat and lungs begin to burn as I hear Stokeley coughing. 

"Close the window close the window" I cry out between coughs. "I can't do shit if I can't see (Y/n)!" He shouts in my general direction. I open my eyes, smoke stabbing at them as I try to maneuver my way out of bed. I get tangled in the sheets and manage to fall unto the floor. My head hitting the wood with a thump. 

"Bitch!" I shout out as I kick my legs and try to untangle myself from the sheets. I feel Stokeley's cold hands on my bare arms as he pulls me from the sheets and we make our way out the bedroom. Hitting a few walls here and there we both fall into the hallway where there's less smoke, my face, throat, eyes and lungs burn but I still stare at Stokeley the sound of his coughing worrying me.

I manage to stand up, my head spinning from the smoke to oxygen ratio in my lungs. I hold out my hand and try to pull him up. He grabs unto the banister which provides more support than my little stick arms but thats not the point. 

His eyes are red and watery as if he'd been crying and smoking at the same time. He grabbed my hand and pulled my down the stairs. "Let's go" was all he said as he ran to the front door with me behind him.

Instant regret is my first emotion the moment we step out the house. The entire street is covered in smoke and I can see about two houses away the black smoke coming from our gardeners house. 

"Oh shit!" I drop Stokeley's hand, running straight for the house on fire, instinct taking over without warning.

The fire heat from the fire makes my face burn and the smoke is so thick that not even putting my shirt over my nose helped. My dumb Ms.Save-A-Nigga lookin' ass ran directly into the fire (no exaggeration) almost running directly into a burning beam. I didn't know that the sound of a house burning was so damn loud. I wasn't sure if I should focus on the sound of the fire in my ears or the feeling of the fire burning my eyes but I managed to pin point the sound of a dog barking. My superhero lookin ass decided to jump over the beam because even in serious situations I've got no common sense. The moment I got close to the dog I heard Stokeleys' voice. I scooped up the dog and turned around but I didn't see Stokeley.

"(Y/n)!"

"Stokeley!?!" 

"(Y/n), wake up" 

What the fuck

"Stokeley?! Where are you what the hell are you talking about"

"Wake up baby come on!"

My baby sounds so distressed, I turned in circles not catching a glimpse of him. I looked down at the dog that was supposed to be in my arms but it was gone. I looked down at the floor, its white fur grey because it was covered in soot.

"Wake up!"

What.The.Fuck

I shook my head, the smoke is getting to me. I coughed hard, I couldn't breath through my left nostril. I dropped on the ground, the wooden floor not as hot as I thought it'd be for a burning house. 

My vision kept blurring, going out of and then back into focus. Like first it was the burning house and then it was Stokeley with his BAPE shorts hanging of his waist just slightly. He was still mouthing the same words even though now, I couldn't hear them quite properly.

*smack* 

I shot up, sucking air in my still burning lungs. "The gardener!" Was the first thing that came out my mouth before I met Stokeley's puppy brown eyes, of which held a look that said '...huh.'  I furrowed my brows.

"But....t-the fire"

The lines on his forehead deepened as he furrowed his brow deeper. 

"What fucking fire babe" 

"The smoke" I mumbled out.

"What are you fucking talking about"

"The fucking smell" I hissed at him. The smell of burning still lingered in the air.

Stokeley laughed.

"Im cooking" He said, his signature goofy grin on his lips that reminded me of a stupid puppy.

"Nigga.....you made me have a dream about the whole neighborhood on fire" I glared at him. He shrugged as he pulled me from the blankets the same way he did in my dream. "My bad" He said, pulling me into my chest. "Your sweaty" He mumbled into my neck.

I rolled my eyes and pulled away from him, giving him a small kiss on his lips before I walked toward the bathroom, ready for a cool shower.

"And you can't cook"

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A/N- I really hope y'all like this, I know it's not the same as the other book because I have to start over with new ideas and everything but I'm still trying.

Hope you enjoyed (even tho i feel like its trash and not as funny as the others...Im working on that tho, we finna bring back the roasts) updates are finna be slow and spontaneous as usual. Hopefully y'all still stickin wit me tho. 

ILYYYYY , Bye suga