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marvelite624 · 3 years

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My brother, Frankie, had always been the one in charge when we were kids. 'The world was his oyster' as the saying goes. I lived in his shadow most of the time and was happy to be there. But Frankie didn't seem as 'in charge' as he once was and I, well, I was eager to carve out a piece of that oyster for myself, or is that supposed to be pies, carving pies? No matter, I had to find out where I belonged in the scheme of things... especially since Mom...

Left for college almost two years ago. The experience was new and exciting! It was also sometimes scary. I didn't have my brother's shoulder, always there for me when I found things slipping. Frankie was my rock! He didn't even flinch when I unloaded the fact that I was gay on him. Without missing a beat, he hugged me, told me how happy he was that I'd told him, and then added, "Well, at least I won't have to worry about you stealing my dates or anything." He gave me some quick 'noogies' and that was that. What a relief it was to find nothing had changed between us. He never treated me any differently, never put me down, and never let me down either.

Something has felt 'wrong' where my brother was concerned lately. It started weeks ago, nagging insistently; I couldn't concentrate or think about much else, not even my studies. Calling home, I got Sarah who assured me everything was alright. She said Frankie had 'taken off' for a few days but was back now. "Everthing is fine.", she said. It did little to ease my mind but I had to finish the quarter. Tuition is non-refundable, unfortunately.

Soon as I could manage, I hopped on a bus for home; even that felt 'wrong'. Sure enough, we got a flat about sixty miles out and had to wait several hours for repairs. When we finally hit town, I caught a lift out with a girl who was dropping a friend off at the station. Her vibe had 'free ride' written all over it. Her face was saying, 'I want some of that' as she looked me up and down...I felt guilty taking advantage of it. Her name was Mercy coincidentally. She was very sweet and NOT playing hard to get as she gave me her phone number.

Crawling off the sofa this fine Sunday morning, I could hear voices from the kitchen. The conversation stopped me in my tracks near the doorway. Frankie was asking Sarah who she'd spoken to about little Becka's party. The answer was, "No one really, just Constance, why?" Frankie told her what I'd said about calling the Thrift Store. "So, if no one else at the store knew, and Constance was AT the party, Gil was...being less than honest with me. Why, I wonder." "I'm sure he had good reason, hon. Just let it go, ok?" Bless her, she had my back without even knowing it.

I walked in innocently, rubbing my eyes, "Mornin' guys. Any more of that coffee left?" "Mornin', Gil!", Sarah said cheerfully. "Have a seat, comin' right up!" Frankie started, "You sleep ok on the old sofa?" "I was so beat, I could have slept on a park bench; that sofa felt good." "Well, we'll work on somethin' a little more accommodating today. Here, I found this for for ya." He stood up halfway, reaching across the table to get at something folded there. I took it and, getting a good look, let go of a belly laugh that caught us both by surprise.

"The last thing I heard before turnin' in was the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes. I did some diggin' and found that old rag. Try it on, if it still fits, keep it...you won't have to borrow it anymore. Always suited you better'n me anyway!

It fit like a glove. "Thanks, man! You know I always loved this shirt!" "Yep, and I always knew which one of your drawers I could find it in too!"

Sarah placed a steaming cup in front of me as I sat back down,"You gentleman even a little bit hungry?" "I could eat the south end of a north-bound horse this mornin'!", Frankie exclaimed. "Eeew! I'll be struggling with that image the rest of the day, thanks! Yeah, Sarah, I'm starved!" About that time, Becka bounced into the room,"Mo'nin!!"

I replied to her exuberance, "Hey there, Sunshine!" "Unca Gilly! I dit'n know you was here!" She raced across the short distance, arms outstretched and I scooped her up! "I was trying to get here for your party, baby girl...but, that dumb ol' bus had a bad tire. Sorry I wasn't here. I got some of the cake though!" "Mommy makes good cake!" "I know that's right! Hey, do Gilly a favor and go look in the side pocket of his bag! It's next to the sofa. If you find something in there, bring it here, ok?" Sliding back to the floor, she scampered away.

Moments later, she returned. "What's this for?", she asked sheepishly, already aware of what she held in her little hand. It was a small, transistor radio, the kind that Radio Shack had built its' name on. "That's for you, Tidbit! You like music don't you?" "Who doesn't?" "Well, now you can listen to some any time you want, anywhere." "I get to have it? A wadio!" "All yours, happy birthday, sugar!" "Thank you, Unca Gilly, I wuv it so much!" She hopped a couple of times and reached out for another quick hug as she gave me a peck on the cheek.

With a puzzled look on her face, she addressed her mother next. "Where I'n gonna sit, Mommy...my chaew is gone?" "You're a big girl now! You don't need that old highchair any more! Pull out the one across from Daddy." She fumbled a bit, but got it out enough to see her new booster seat. She began to clap, "I'n a big guwa, now! A big guwaaa!" "Upsy-daisy!" Frankie lifted her into the booster and slid her up to the table.

It could be the cause, I don't know but, just as the smell of bacon frying began to fill the room, the cat sneezed. I'd forgotten about him. Becka spun her head quickly in that direction, "PESKERS!", she shouted. "You found Peskers!" "Somethin' you want to tell us, Angel?", Frankie asked softly. "I put him inna basement so he could be safe, Daddy." Frankie placed an elbow on the table to provide a prop for his cheek, "Peskers?" "Uh huh, he kept comin' up outside an' peskerin' me til I gave him bites o' stuff...so I named him Peskers." There was a moment of silence until, "I can keep Peskers, Daddy? He'll be a good boy, I jus know it!" "You think, now that you're a big girl, you can take care of him?" "I was alweady takin' care of him, Daddy...befow I was big yet." "Ooh, she's got'cha there, bro." "Well, since he was caught earning his keep...", another moment of silence, "Sure, honey, Peskers can stay. Consider him Daddy's birthday present...if the vet says he's ok, I will too." "I do get all the best pwesents!....thank you too, Daddy!"

Sarah placed a bowl of Frosted Flakes and some juice in front of Beacka before continuing to prepare breakfast. "So, Gil... any 'special someones' in your life these days, a furry plaything perhaps, hmmm?" "Seems your husband is the expert on finding furry playthings these days...but no, there's no one really. A social life is too distracting right now. Just me and the books are all that's cuddling I'm afraid." "A strappin' lad like you don't have half the campus on his doorstep? Ok, then, keep your secrets if you want..." "No, really!" "Suuuure." She was never going to believe me.

After breakfast, I asked Frankie about the guys he always ran with. He told me he had lost touch with Cale and Donny but, he didn't say why...I think I already knew. Asked him if I could borrow his truck later, after I did some work on the yard he'd been neglecting. "I haven't been myself lately, Gil. I've gotten slack, let some things slide.", he said. "I understand, Frankie." And I did, better than he knew. "You know where the keys are hangin', buddy...anytime.", he told me.

A little after three o'clock, I was almost finished mowing the grass, the part I'd planned on doing today at any rate. I was thinking about Donny and how I'd always had the biggest crush on him. He and Frankie were closer than they wanted anyone to know about back then too. But I could tell. The gaydar would be screaming up a storm when they got together. How was I the only one who could tell? Even Jeb and Cale were clueless. Frankie had walked the yard picking up branches and other obstacles for me; he was now in the house with Sarah cleaning some things out of the spare bedroom. I went inside.

"Can I help you guys with that?" "Haven't you done enough today?", Sarah threw her hands on her hips as she spoke, "I think we've got this." "Ok, then...if you're sure. I'm gonna jump in the shower real quick." "Yes, please do!", Frankie teased. "I'm going, I'm going!"

Showered and spruced, I noticed the butterflies in my stomach as I got dressed. Donny was still dominating my thoughts and I looked forward to seeing him again, maybe too much, I don't know. That's where I was headed, out to his place. I was making a habit of surprising people these days but, I didn't want to call, give him a shot at telling me "no". I pulled the keys off the wall and announced that I was leaving. A not unexpected, "Don't do anybody I wouldn't do!", from Frankie. To which Sarah added, "Well, that just leaves him with nobody period, stupid! You go have fun, be picky, be careful...but, have fun."

Less than twenty minutes later I was pulling up at Donny's. Wearing my best cologne and sporting a case of the jitters, the worst ever, I crawled out of the truck. The front door opened as I approached. Donny leaned out a little and, to my relief, let a smile cross his face.

"Gilbert James! As I live and breathe, Gilly-boy!" His voice was as sexy as I remembered. I offered my hand for a friendly shake. He gripped it firmly and snatched my nervous tail on up the stairs, followed with a surprising hug. Up close like that I got a whiff of 'manliness' that almost curled my toes.

"How's it hangin', Gil? You been doin' alright? Come on in, have a sit down...tell me some shit!" I walked in not expecting much. To my amazement, the interior was much nicer than was suggested by the exterior. The trailer was small but, neat, clean and furnished well. He had taste and a good eye for spacial design. Why that surprised me, I don't know, he was 'family' after all. I took a seat and began to jabber on about school, looking for anything to hold his interest.

Donny had set a cold beer in front of me, asking if beer was ok. I do believe he'd already had a few before I arrived. He sat there all man-spread on the sofa looking like Sunday dinner, finger-lickin', salty goodness and he must have noticed the hungry look on my face too. It prompted him to order a pizza, "You look hungry.", he said. Yeah, he'd noticed, but it wasn't pizza on my mind.

We'd talked for several hours, the sun was setting on us. It was strange that he'd not said much about Frankie. He was obviously avoiding the subject. All of a sudden, he rose from the sofa stating with certainty, "I don't smell too good right now." He pulled a twenty out of his wallet and asked me to pay when the pizza arrived. "I'm gonna go clean up a bit, do you mind?" "No problem, you go do whatever. I'll be here." I watched as he headed for the bathroom, an oh-so-slight stagger in his swagger, still an awesome sight to behold!

The delivery guy came and went. The box went straight to the counter as I checked the time. He'd been gone for like twenty minutes, give or take, and not a sound since the water stopped running. I used it as an excuse to check on my host. Outside the bathroom door, I pecked gently, "Donny, you ok in there?" No immediate response made me wonder for real but, I wasn't able to discern anything alarming. Nothing until a wave of sadness washed over me unexpectedly. From the other side of the door Donny called to me, "Gilly-boy...I gotta tell ya..." I opened the door and poked my head in, eyes to the floor, he continued, "Come on in, let me tell ya."

I walked on in slowly, lowered the lid on the toilet, and parked myself there. He looked so hot in the tub. My heart was pounding so hard but, none of that could erase the vibe tearing through me, I wanted to cry and had to choke it back. Donny spoke again after I'd seated myself, "I was the one who found him. Just lying there like that! I called for help and just dropped to my knees. Held his head in my lap while I waited for someone to come! I was so afraid I'd lost him forever! I cried so hard, Lord, I'd never cried that way, ever!" He began to weep now and awkwardly tried to hide it from me as I left my perch to crouch next to the tub. I wept with him, "Let it out, Don, let it go.", I told him. Leaning toward me, he did let go, laying his forehead to mine as I stretched my arm across his shoulders. A few moments later, he spoke to me once more, through his tears and anguish he asked me, "Can you stay with me tonight, Gilly? I'm so tired of bein' alone." "I'll stay as long as you need me to, Donny...I'll stay."

Assuring him I'd be right back, I found the phone and called home. Frankie beat Sarah to the phone; she must have been doing the dishes or something. "Frankie..." I was interrupted, "Where you at, brother?! Nevermind, unless you're in trouble, I probably don't want'a know. What." "Would you mind too much if I didn't come home tonight? I have a friend who needs me..." "Hey, do what you need to, Sarah can take me to work in the mornin'...she wants to run Peskers to the vet for a checkup anyway. No problemo, man!" "Thanks, Frankie, you're the best." "No, you are!" "See y'all tomorrow."

I returned to the bathroom where I was greeted with a smile and a warm, sincere atmosphere of relief. Donny stood up, suds running down the length of his body, "Hand me a towel, would you please?" I did. That pizza would go uneaten for quite some time yet. Neither of us was hungry...for pizza.

(to be continued in Part 7)

•This is an original work of fiction and labor of love, written by me, Terry G. Nunley.

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cherryvvine-xo · 2 years

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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Mo'nin Bee! Givin sum soft snuggles n cuddles aday, n hpe ur day is wonderful, cuz u deserv it!

thankie tearful!! it didn't strt off great but that doesn't mean it can't get better! I need to do some stressful paperowrk but hopefully it won't be too bad ^///^

hope u have a luvly day too!!

#asks #tearful babi

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deathnskulls · 5 years

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Skip James - special rider blues I ain't got no, special rider here I ain't got no, no special rider here I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care I woke up this mo'nin Looked at spec-special risin' sun I woke up this mo'nin I looked at special risin' sun Now, I pray up to the good Lord That my special rider, she would come I got up off-a my pallet I laid down 'cross my bed I got up off my pallet An I laid down across my bed When I went to eat my break'qast An the blues was all in my bread You know, I got a letter How do you reck'in it read? I got a letter An how do you reck'in it read? You better hur' up an come home Because yo' special rider, she's dead That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider Rider, here That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider, here Now, I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care

#skip james #music #Blues

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puppypie · 5 years

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#james fauntleroy #music

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slickedskin · 6 years

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Mercedes Jones ABC’s ➤ A IS FOR ATLANTA

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play and we ride on dem thangs like every day. Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’, and parties don’t stop 'til eight in the mo'nin

#ndhqtask13 #muse; the rebirth of slick #week sixteen.

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prissy86pisces · 6 years

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This is someone who has become my odd bestie lol and me this Mo'nin

#bestfriend #oldmen #selfie #makeup #morning #selfiebomb

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allthingsteenwolf20 · 7 years

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Never grow up - Part One (Pack Mom)

It was the first day of first grade and Y/N was excited to send her son, Liam to school. She woke up early on Monday morning and packed his lunch along with some snacks before heading back upstairs to her son's room to help get him ready. "Liam, baby? It's time for school. You have to get up now, sweetie." She cooed sitting beside him on the bed as she ran her fingers through his messy sandy brown coloured hair. Liam yawned and stretched his arms after heading his momma's soft and gently voice. "Mo'nin momma", Liam smiled up at her as he raised his arms wanting her to pick him up. "Good morning, baby. Did you have a nice sleep? Are you excited to go to school today, sweetie?" She asked him. Liam smiled and nodded. "Ok let's get you ready and then you can have some yummy breakfast before we go." She told him pressing a kiss to his forehead. She helped him change out of his night time pull up and tossed the wet one in the trash. Y/N helped him wash up and got him changed into his clothes that were laid out on the chair in his bedroom. "Wan' diapee" Liam told her making grabby hands up at the shelf where his pull ups were kept. "You don't need them during the day, sweetie. You'll be fine." Y/N reassured him but Liam pouted and shook his head. "Noooo, I wanna!" He began to cry anxiously. "Hey hey hey, what's got into you sweetie? I thought you were a big boy?" She asked him but Liam frowned and shook his head. Y/N refused once again but Liam threw a tantrum demanding that he wore his pull up before going to school. Y/N sighed and gave in just to keep him quiet. "Ok ok, just for today". She told him helping him put on his new pull up as she helped him get changed into his clothes for the day. Liam had chosen blue pants with a yellow shirt that had a picture of a tractor on it. "Wow, don't you look like a big boy?" Y/N cooed scooping him up in her arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek as she took him downstairs setting him down on the chair. She sat beside him and began to feed him his breakfast. "Mommy, will you s'ay wit' me?" Liam asked her slightly nervous. "I'll stay for a little bit, baby." She smiled at him. Liam nodded at her response. "Are you going to make lots of new friends today?" She asked him wiping his face as he finished the last few bites. "Mmm hmm..." Liam nodded happily. "I'ma make a bes' fwend" Liam told her happily. "Well I can't wait to meet them," she replied and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Once Liam had finished breakfast, Y/N grabbed his little red backpack making sure he had everything before herding him to the car. "Come on, baby. It's time to go!" She called him as she headed to the hallway to put on her jacket and boots. Liam ran down the hallway holding his favourite giraffe plush toy he had named Geoffrey, his tattered baby blankie and he had his pacifier clipped to his shirt. "Go mommy, go." Liam told her grabbing her hand as he pulled her to the front door. "Just a minute, baby. What's all this?" She asked him kneeling down in front of him. "Sweetie, you can't take all this to school with you? What if they get dirty or lost? What if someone else likes your favourite stuffie and wants to take it home?" She asked him. Liam's eyes grew wide and he handed Geoffrey and his blankie to his mother. "Dey s'ay home, momma" Liam told her firmly. He picked up his pacifier and instantly put it in his mouth. Y/N sighed knowing that this was the best she was going to get. It was already 8:26am and she didn't want to risk Liam having another tantrum and making them late so she sighed and nodded agreeing with what he had. She helped him put on his jacket and his red backpack before locking the front door and driving him to school. They arrived at the school. Y/N helped Liam out of the car and held his hand walking him in to the school. "Are you excited, baby?" She cooed. "Yeah!" Liam nodded excited. They walked down the hallway of the school and saw that it was covered in beautiful colourful artwork done by the children. Liam oohed and awwed all the way to the his classroom. Once they got to the classroom, Y/N was introduced to Liam's teacher who welcomed her to stay for the next hour just like the other parents. Once Liam was comfortable, she was ok to leave him but for now, she helped him put his jacket on the hook that had his name above it along with his lunch bag. They spent the morning listening to the teacher introduce herself to the children. She then instructed the children to their first activity: arts and crafts. Y/N smiled as she watched Liam pick out the paints and start painting immediately. It wasn't long until a little black boy came to sit across from him and asked to share his paints. Liam happily smiled and nodded pushing the paints so his new friend could reach and even offered him a paint brush. The teacher saw the children were occupied and happy as they continued with their arts and crafts and she slowly began to dismiss the parents. "You're free to leave, Miss. Liam seems really comfortable." She smiled. Y/N smiled and nodded as she glanced at Liam one last time. She went over and pressed a kiss to his hair. "Mommy, look!" Liam told her pointing to the pile of blue glitter splodge on his paper. "It's beautiful, baby. I love it!" She praised him. Liam giggled with delight and went back to working on his artist masterpiece. Y/N smiled seeing how comfortable he was so she said goodbye to the teacher stating that she would be by at 1pm to pick him up. She quietly slipped out of the classroom and headed back to her car to drive home.

#teen wolf #teen wolf pack mom #pack mom #pack mom imagines #reader x liam #liam dunbar

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fashiondeeee-blog · 7 years

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Sundays are no longer just "rest days". They are my #Zen days. The time where I get to really focus on my #mind, #heart, #spirit, and #body. ⭐⭐⭐ It consists of not only stretching my body, but stretching ME as a person. ⭐⭐⭐ Plus the slight time difference allows me get a whole lotta #Jesus on a Sunday mo'nin 😁😁💆‍♀️👏

#jesus #heart #body #zen #spirit #mind

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dorianducksworth · 7 years

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Awwww.... Mmmmm, awww.. [Hook] All my life been po' But it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Boys gon' be okay All my life been po' But it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay [Big V] We came in the game, plain ya see Average man when the rest was ashamed to be Nappy head and all, ain't no changin me Ooooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh... So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya Nobody never gave us nothin but tough time and made us somethin Different stretch of road, new somethin to see Every state on the map, a different somethin to eat Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin for real Everybody makin a killin man, showin no feelins Walkin off collectin pay, it's the way of the world Can't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the world Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world? I scream this to you, and I say it to the world Nappy then, Nappy now - Nappy for a bit Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit! I'm thankful for the chance I got to say amen The Lord done blessed me with his grace, I wish this day would never end We represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bump Polish shot off on these presidents, and hardtimes they go and come Some take up off, without the chance, to make it at all Who woulda thought Skinny'd be the one that's, makin this call Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong I'm tryna find a righteous path, although it's, never been long I gotta do it for my sons, they tellin me, "Daddy be strong" We gon' make it through these hardtimes Even though they go and they come Ya absolutely right, for somethin happen to me on last Tuesday night It's plain as day, man they... with this World Trade Naw brave any order but confoldure Better make it home when nothin seems to matter That's when, see, everything can go - any which way They got me fooled, see the Henny with the J Front po'ch, chillin broke, country folk, I'm Nappy with my ways yo [Hook] [R. Prophit] It's a blessin we woke up this mornin All my colored folk stressin, come let's join hands Got to cope with the pressures of bein po' man Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man Nappy blossomed from the Roots, course we gon' stand Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man Ya gotta take responsibility for ya own man Zonin, two blunts a mo'nin, by sunrise sometimes I love to hear my woman moanin, it's on again Damn I hope you play this song again The soul cleansin, the melody just rev my engine Not a lot of things but usually just appendin, but lately Been searchin for Benjamins, saw my folks locked in the tenaments And it don't make no sense (what) children and sentencin Broadcastin from the slums, that's why I'm writin these sentences Just lower my income, (what) though we ain't finish it

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