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angrypixie-sarisa · 5 years ago

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Feliz Navidad, Winchester.

Piedras Rodantes pt.19

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Summary: You were invited to spend Christmas with Lisa, Ben and Dean, and it was just delightful.

Warning: use of the medical side of marihuana

Noche Buena was really fun. You hadn’t laugh so hard for a while. Diego’s mom, Ana Lucía, her sisters and her husband welcomed you with opened arms, showering you in hugs. The whole apartment was filled with cousins, uncles and aunts, as well as Ximena, Tyler and his parents.

You played games and drank, a lot. You hadn’t allowed yourself to drink more than one beer or cup of wine, but you were slowly progressing and you let yourself loose at least for one night.

That’s why it took you three tries to manifest the right portal to knock on Dean’s door, and even then, you had knocked on his kitchen door.

He went to open it, but he saw no one standing outside. Then, he heard another knock and your voice, even though he couldn’t see you.

“Dean, I swear it’s me. Open up, its fine.”

He complied with your petition. When he opened the door, he was met by your very hungover self, standing in between your kitchen and his. How was that possible?

You looked at his confused face, but you couldn’t muster the will to care or deal with his astonishment just then.

“I’ll explain later.” You crossed the veil and took the door from his hands, closing it and the portal. A small white light shined through the frames. Instantly, Dean went to open the door again and was met with the hallway outside the kitchen door.

“Ay, chingado! Close the fucking door, its cold outside!” You set your big pot on the kitchen counter and took off your gloves when the door was finally closed.

“You better explain.”

“Later, right now I have more important things to do.”

He scoffed. “Like what?” He wasn’t expecting your arms to be around him and your head placed on his chest and your eyes closed as you hugged him tightly.

“Feliz Navidad, Winchester.” The hug wasn’t surprising as what came next. A little soft kiss was planted in his cheek. He had hanged out with you enough to know that was just a casual hello gesture in latinamerican countries. He had seen you kiss Diego, Tyler and Ximena in the cheek before, as well as them kissing you back. It just felt that it was far away from the reality that was your friendship with him. It never crossed his mind you’d someday say hi to him like that, until now.

Before he could even return the hug, you pulled away with a smile. He cleared his throat.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Y/N?” You both heard Ben’s voice from upstairs.

“Yes it is I, Y/N L/N! I’m announcing my presence in your sweet home! Now, manifest yourself, young man!” Your words didn’t echo much longer as the silence was filled with eager steps rushing down the stairs, followed by calm steps.

“Dame un abrazo, niño.”

Ben hugged your waist and you placed a kiss on the top of his head.

“Merry Christmas, escuincle.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He laughed and pulled away. Mere seconds later, you hugged a very sleepy Lisa, still yawning. Mid yawn, she laughed and returned your hug.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Lisa.” You patted her back before pulling away. You both turned your heads at the sound of the lid of a pot been opened. Ben and Dean looked; curious frowns in their faces, into the pot you brought.

“What the hell is this?” Dean asked.

“Menudo. I’m hungover, slightly, and it’s delicious.”

“It doesn’t smell like it.” Ben said, wrinkling his face at it.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were Mexican.” You challenged him. You both had this inside joke about how he could actually handle some spicy stuff you liked and he also loved some of the spicy candy you offered him. So one day you joked about him being Mexican; and from there you both went on and on with the joke.

A proud look placed itself on his face.

“You’re right, I am. I’ll try it.” You both laughed and high fived. Meanwhile, Lisa and Dean looked at you two as if you both had grown a second head.

“Are you guys gonna try it?” Ben asked.

“Okay, first of all, what is this Menudo thing?”

“Well, Dean, it’s a soup with red chile in it, but it’s not spicy, it also has garlic and a little bit of onions, white corn and the stomach of the cow.”

“Ooh, cool.”

“Gross.” The Winchester said.

“Only ‘cause you don’t have the courage to try it.”

He scoffed and yelled at you “Challenge accepted”. Next think you knew you were all gathered in the kitchen hitting up some menudo and toasting some bread.

Ben liked it, Lisa tolerated it, but Dean, oh that hunter did not like it at all. It didn’t matter, you were just glad that you were there with them sharing the experience.

It was the afternoon; you were helping Lisa with the Christmas dinner while Dean played baseball with Ben.

“So, we fell for the Winchesters.” Lisa started. You smiled into the cutting board.

“I guess so. I think it’s their charm or a curse, whatever we pick it’s probably true.”

She laughed and took some of the vegetables that were already cut and started to cook them.

“Did he tell you the whole story or just that detail?”

“The whole story.” She called back, sneaking a glance towards you before going back to the veggies.

“Oh, good, I don’t have to tell it.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s not your favorite.”

“Nope. But, that’s okay.” You looked at the window, not knowing why, but as you did, you saw a shadow move outside, big and tall. It was a good thing you had prepared everything for emergencies.

“Even though they’re good guys, sometimes they’re a handful.” You told her, sipping from your wine that you had poured earlier. Lisa mimicked you and turned to look at you.

“Yeah, such a pain sometimes and really stubborn.”

“Yeah! No, one time I had to drag Sam into the doctor’s office because he had a little bit of a cold but he was convinces that it was just allergies.”

“Had he ever experienced allergies?” She asked, mid laugh.

“I don’t think so. I offered him some Claritin and he didn’t even take it. Didn’t know what it was for.” You both burst in laughter and continued sharing embarrassing stories of the brothers. You hadn’t had actually bonded with her, you just hanged out from time to time. But this really did it for you two. You made your friendship stronger. Maybe it was Christmas, big ‘ol Christmas miracle.

The day was great, before you had to cook the dinner you all watched a movie together and played some card games, gambling with m&m’s. Ben won must of the chocolates.

After getting the dinner ready, changing up and doing your make-up, you went out into their front porch by yourself. You sat on the stairs and inhaled deeply. You closed your eyes and imagined a shield around the perimeter of the house. Then you opened them again.

“Now nothing can approach the house.” You said to the air. You rubbed on your left elbow, it had bothered you all day but right then it felt like it was screaming at you for some help. No ointment would help with this pain.

You took out of your purse a lighter and a pipe, which had an illusion spell casted on it so people would think you were smoking a regular cigarette.

Just as you were to light the pipe, you heard the front door opening behind you. You tried your best to hide the pipe in your hand as you turned around from your seat to face the hunter.

“Hi, Dean. What’s up?”

As he closed the door, he frowned at you, eyeing your figure up and down.

“What are you doing out here?”

You shrugged.

“I just wanted some time alone. Why you ask?”

He lifted his eyebrows at you, before sitting beside you, sighing.

“No reason. Are you okay? You seem a little bit on guard.”

With your free hand, you rubbed at your left elbow slightly, softly so he wouldn’t think too much of it. But he was Dean Winchester, he obviously thought too much of it.

“Are you okay? What happened to your arm?” His hands instantly went to touch your elbow but you pushed them away.

“Nothing, it just got tired, that’s all.” The pain had actually grown and it also had spread onto your wrist and shoulder. You really needed to smoke.

“Y/N.” He warned you, to which you sighed.

“Fine. My arm aches. Happy?”

“That’s obvious, but why?”

You took in a deep breath before answering. “I have chronic pain in my arm. It hurts really bad if I force it too much, which includes magic, sadly. And I need to calm down the pain.”

“Well, you should’ve said so; we have whatever you need you…”

“No, Dean, trust me I’ve tried almost everything. When it really hurts there’s only one thing that helps.”

“Which is?”

You sighed and closed your eyes, before opening your hand and showing the pipe, without the spell, to him.

You kept your eyes closed, not wanting to see his reaction. You knew him well enough to guess that he was either raising his eyebrows in surprise or frowning at the pipe, licking his lips slightly.

“You smoke weed? Did Sam know about this?”

You scoffed opening your eyes only to glare at him. “Okay, first of all, this is a decision he wouldn’t have had a saying in. Second of all, I prefer to smoke weed than fucking up my stomach with pills. I won’t take pills unless they’re absolutely necessary.”

“Geez, are you also against vaccines too?”

“No. And that has nothing to do with this.” You started moving your hands vigorously explaining your journey with almost every pain killer they had to offer you and how none had worked up for you. Suddenly, held you by the wrists, gently, and laughed at you.

“I’m just messing with ya, relax.” You looked into his green eyes that were begging you to stop arguing. You took a deep breath and as you exhaled he let you retrieve your wrists.

“Sorry, the pain makes me really cranky.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

You glared at him again as you went to light up your pipe. When you took the first drag, he bumped your side softly with his, something he had never done to anyone at all.

“What is it Winchester?”

“What?”

You looked at him, soft smile in place and inquisitorial look in your eyes. “You’re acting weird, too. Don’t tell me you also suffer from chronic pain.”

He laughed and shook his head.

“Nah, you’re the only one I know that could put up with that shit.”

You took another drag, after that you said: “Then what is it?”

He looked at you without his tough demeanor, without some funny expression that could hide what he was feeling. His eyes soften up and he had a tiny smile in his mouth. He wanted to look at the ground but instead worked up the courage to look you in the eye.

“I’m just glad that you’re spending Christmas with us. And that you’re my friend. I bet Sammy loved ya, big time.”

“Well, I’m also thankful that you invited me to spend Christmas with you guys.” You cleared your throat, a small cough threatened to make an appearance, before continuing. “I really love being friends with you, Dean.”

Were his eyes watering? Or were you just a little bit high?

“So how does this work? Is it like alcohol and you’d forget everything that I said to you? So that I can, you know, keep my cool act together?”

You laughed slightly through your nose.

“If I have more than one, maybe. But bad news for you is that one pipe is enough to help the pain cool down.”

“So you’ll remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Now you bumped into his side, lightly. But instead of retrieving, you placed your head on his arm, his shoulder being a little bit high for you.

“Hey, I noticed something.” He said, looking into the distance.

“What?”

“When you do your makeup you always were red lipstick.”

“Well of course, I love red lipstick.”

“When you take it off, by any chance, do you look like the joker?” At that, you busted laughing at the top of your lungs.

“I actually do!”

“I knew it!” And you both laughed for what it seemed like hours, oblivious of the fact that two sets of eyes were watching you.

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bangbangchanie · 6 years ago

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Thankful For you~ Han Jisung

Summary: Were your parents and family met Jisung on Thanksgiving

Pairing: Han Jisung × Reader

Warning: cute fluff with slight angst? Kinda? Also long.

"Okay, but are you sure they'll like me? I can bearly keep up with English sometimes an-and I showed up a day later than planned...babe stop laughing!" Jisung whined in the passenger seat of your car, your eyes were watching the road as you peeled out of the airport traffic onto the freeway.

"Baby, they'll love you. You've technically met them before, you know face time?" You said as you switched land, your eyes glancing over at the Ash-blonde boy you fell in love with over a year ago. He was visiting America for some trip for school when he literally ran right into you. After that the rest was pretty much history, skype calls and snapchats were your life. You had met his parents six months after dating, traveling halfway across the world to jump into his arms. Then awkwardly wave at his mom and dad who watched the whole tear and laughter filled hug.

That was the trip he told you about the boys, he spoke of training with them and how they all clicked. He spoke of the show they were gonna do, to prove to JYP they could do anything. Now a year later here he was, dyed hair, earrings, and a nervous mind rushing in the thought of your parents hate him.

"But that doesn't count, it was nearly five minutes and you pushed them out. I was also not an idol yet, I'm..I'm just a bit nervous." His voice drifted into a whisper making you smile as you took one hand off the wheel and placed it onto his thigh, giving it a small squeeze you looked over and gave him a smile before your eyes trailed back to the light traffic of the road.

"They'll love you, I know they will babe." You said making him huff as he grabbed you hand off of his thigh and laced his fingers into yours. His eyes looked at your interlocked hand with a large smile spreading across his face. How he had missed you, several months after debut, promotion, and comebacks had to lead up to the ache in his heart. Short and sweet skype calls, where'd he only see your face for what felt like five seconds, late-night phone calls where one of you always fell asleep halfway through. It was short to no reply messages on his end, and it killed him not speeding as much time as he did before debut talking and loving you.

"I missed you." He blurted out making you blush as you squeezed his hand that was locked with yours as you turned off of the freeway, the houses slowly filling the empty space. Your eyes look over to him as you stop st a red light.

"I've missed you too, do you know how much I missed the simple act of you holding my hand?" Your words made him chuckle as he curled slightly into himself, his cheek dusting a light pink making you smile as you quickly lean over and press your lips the burning skin.

"The lights green!" He jolted out making you chuckle as you press on the gas and turn. "So what..what is Thanksgiving? Like I kinds know but I don't at the same time."

"Its a celebration of the programs and Native Americans had when the Native helped them, showed them how to grow crops and use the land productively. It was shown thanks between the tribe and Colony. Now its a day where we Americans go into a food coma, Turkey, stuffing, potato and so much more. We eat till we fill like well pass out." You Chile turning down your road, "Its a day to be thankful, thankful for the roof over your head, the food on your plate and the people in your life. A day for family and friends to come together eat some food and tell stories. Aunt judge and uncle drink beers. It crazy, and different for every family." You finish off as you pull into your driveway. "Now, look at me real fast baby." You mumble turning in your seat. His brown eyes were wide, the cars of the family outside your home making him slightly panic as you reached over and grabbed his hand.

"I'm I that nervous looking?" He whispered, finally slipping into his English. You chuckle as you reach over and cup his cheek making him closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.

"So the first level, my mom and dad." You say making him nod as his eyes snap open, you'll walk in with your bags and wave. My mom will most likely come over and greet you with a high, my dad will wait till you bags are in my room. Which took me a month to convince them to let you sleep in there, door open at all times." Your words had him laugh as he grabbed the hand on his cheek a played with your fingers. "My dad probably won't say hi, or hold a conversation with you. It doesn't mean he doesn't like you. He watches body language, he watches you interact with his girls, he watches before he speaks. But still say hi, he believes in respect." Your word made him nod as you pause, letting his brain process your words, you lean forward and press a small kiss to his lips.

"Okay, so say hi put my stuff in your room, and say hi again?"

"Yep, exactly."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Okay next, my Great gran, she will pinch your cheeks and hold your hand while the two of you talk. She's the easiest person in the family to get to, shell loves you as soon as I introduce you as my boyfriend...but then there my Grandma. She will be a bit harsh, you'll question how my mom is hers. But shes just protective. My aunts and uncles will be a bit gossipy, they'll whisper about you. But ignore them, they're options to me don't matter, just mom, dad, Gan and Grandma matter. And all the cousins will see you as a new jungle gym."

"Okay..okay I see...shall we go in?" He mumbled making you nod as you open your car door. His body following, grabbing his duffle and backpack he grabbed his two suitcases. The next two months' worth of close trapped between the fabric. "I'm scared." He whispers as you move to the open front door, unlocked screen door trapping the wagging dog that heard your car.

"Don't be, this is Mags." You say as the two of you walk into your warm house, the smell of Thanksgiving surrounding the two of you as you hear loud laughter and children giggling. "Mom, dad!" You called out leading Jisung through the house to the kitchen, the family talking as your mother chopped up some carrots. Her eyes looked up, seeing you standing there, a shy boy somewhat hiding behind you.

"Y/n, Jisung-Dude your daughter's boyfriends here." Your mom said, her hand slapping his arm. As your father head turned, you could feel Jisung grow tight ss you saw his hand wave. Your father just looks at him a grunt out a hello and goes back laughing with your uncle. "Oh, that man." Your mother says walking over and pulling your boyfriend into a hug.

"I'm thankful your flight was safe, I'm sorry it was canceled yesterday must've been a really bad rainstorm." She said making him nodding as he scratched at the back his head. You could see his gears in his head turning as his mouth moved.

"Yeah, the lighting was bad." She gave him a smile as she pulls back and rubs his arms. "Well go get your stuff to her room, and settle in before you throw yourself to the wolves." Her analogy made you groan as you shook your head and gave her a glare as you nodded for Jisung to walk to the hall.

"Don't scare him."

"You're lucky he wasn't free during Halloween. He would've been pumbled with pumpkin guts." You chuckle as you follow after the ash-blonde you hand leading him to the open door of your room. Pacing his bags down you kick your shoes off and fall into a lounge chair you had in your room.

"Welcome to the magical place!" You giggle, photos of Jisung and you pressed into a poster broad, as well as their first-ever Group photo, and any cute photos you could find of him online. He smiles at the small support as he saw their mini albums you had bought on your desk. His hand traced the wall, where your parents aloud you to draw. There a large oak tree, with Winnie the Pooh and Piglet at the base were a jar of honey in Pooh's hands. It made your boyfriend chuckle as he took his shoes off.

"I like it, very... you." You chuckle and nod as he's moving to sit on the arm of the chairman "I see you clearly like my bad."

"Day6 is way better." You mumble peeking up from the screen of your phone you were on. You say his jaw go slack as he slowly turned his head to glare at you.

"Oh really?"

"Yep, amazing. Iconic and so different. I love Jae and Wonpil." You laugh as he jumps you slightly his hands gripping your sides as you let out a loud laugh. His future ger pricing against the flesh under your shirt. "Ji-jisung!" you laughed he pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"Okay, I'm ready." He mumbled making you nod, as the two of you stood up, your hand lacing with his as you ran down the hall the attempted to slid into the kitchen.

"Hello family, this is Jisung, my boyfriend!" At the mention of your boyfriend, you Grest Gram gasps and clapped her hands.

"Let me see him!" You laugh you see JIsung cheeks grow red. "Come to her boy, let me look at you." He left you hand and walked to the sitting woman, he grabs a free chair and sat next to her. Her wrinkled shakey hand moved to his cheeks and gave him a look over as you moved to the counter reaching over to steal an olive as you listened in on the conversation.

"Hello Ma'am." He mumbled making her laugh as she pinched at the chubby cheek of your boyfriend making him slight wince as she parted it afterward.

"Handsome, just like I thought. I hear you sing? I would love maybe after dinner to play piano and you sing for us." Her words made her boyfriend pink cheeks turn scarlet as he looked down at his hands.

"Id... I'd love to." She smiled as she grabbed his hand and nodded.

"You're English is good, I know it's not easy. I didn't go to school half my life so mine sucks and all come from that little girl shoving olives into her cheeks." Her words made you look up and playful glare as Jisung chuckles.

"You..you didn't go to school?"

"Nope, I left in the being of my eighth-grade year, when my dad fell ill. My brothers, sister and I helped run the farm, we all left school at a young age. We lived in Iowa, Stormlake. I remember the days where I longed to go to school, but life doesn't always work out like that. You do what you have to. You do what you need to do for your family, that family is what matters you know? Cause sometimes it all you got." He gives him nods, taking in her words as you moved over. Your body slipping into his lap as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Tell him about the corn ." You say, as she smiles, Jisung swears he saw the memory of her life flash in her eyes as she presses her hands to her lips.

"Oh, that cornfield! Wed pull pounds of corn every year and take the best pick for ourselves, wed spend a week shucking corn, cutting and taking it off the cob. We made out own popcorn so we, of course, had to dry it out. God, it was a system. You know back then you couldn't just have one kid, you had to have a cluster, five to seven. It kept the house running." For the next house, Jisung and you listened to your Great Grans stories, how she lived at your age. How her life had changed and how she misses her farm, her childhood home and her family of course.

"Hey, guys time for dinner!" Your father says making you stand up as your Grandmother helps your gran move to the other table. As you walked out, you father called to Jisung making you freeze as you swear you watch the boy pale. "Have you ever craved a Turkey?" He asks making the boy shake his head, your father smiles and waved him over. "Let me show you, kid." A smile lifting on your lips as you let go of his hand and walked to the table.

"Dad get ahold of him?" Your mother asked making you nod.

"I knew he would."

"He liked the way he listens to Gran. You know most of your aunts won't even spend time talking or listening to her. They act like she a child, and not a women." She said making you nod and you look to said people, clearly gossiping about the boy in your kitchen. "You know, their option doesn't matter." Your mother whispers making you nod as the two of you help set up the children's table.

"I know."

Soon Jisung and your dad walked into the dining room the final piece of the table setting down on two plates, his body moved quickly to sit next to you. A large smile on his face as he grabbed your hand and kissed it.

"I love you." His words caught you off, not the two of you haven't said. No, it was how fast he said with without context, something new.

"I love you too."

"I approve." Your father said moving behind you to sit next to your mother. Soon you said you thanks and began to eat, chatter spreading in your house.

"So Jisung. What exactly do you do?" One of your aunts asked taking a sip of wine.

"Oh um, I'm a rat of a kpop group, as a band? Um I rap and sing. I help compose the music, and produce, we work very hard and I love doing it." He said, as if he had practiced it off a scrip, his eyes look to you then to her as you squeeze his hand. Your aunt nodded and look to the other making him tighten his grip in your hand.

"Do you have a problem with that?" You snap, as they begin to whisper and laugh, Jisung head slightly falling as he picks at your food. Your aunt's eyes widen as she looks at you, surprise written across her face.

"Well, it just...just doesn't seem practical. Like he's what 18, my dream when I was 18 never happe-"

"So you do have a problem with it?"

"Wel-"

"Cause if you do, keep it to yourself. I don't see you chasing your dreams, hell you didn't when you were his age. He did and he made it. They won rookies of the year, which mean the big people noticed them. They went to K-kon New York, all nine can somewhat speak two to three languages and are spreading about honest things that youth suffer from, that idols suffer from in the industry. You don't know him. You don't know how passionate he and his members are, you don't know his job. And until you do, you shouldn't be able to judge him on it." You finish with a nod as you take a sip of the soda next to your plate. You give her a fake smile and turn to a smiling Jisung his head turns to face you as you peck him on the lips. "I'm thankful for you." You mumble looking at him, his eyes gleam as he looks back down at the ever filling plate in front of him.

"I'm thankful for you too."

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ilovehatembj · 6 years ago

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Man Up Part 4

This was sitting in my drafts and I was stuck for awhile so I’m doing a 4.5 after this. A ton of dialogue sorry kinda a plot, fluff I guess too🙃

For the past three weeks you and Odell have been going back and forth between New York and LA to visit each other. You guys even managed to have time to see your cousin Vic and tell him about your guys’ relationship, a weight had officially been lifted off of your shoulders. You and Odell were on the way to the airport so that he could drop you off for your flight laughing at one of his corny jokes when he cleared his voice, “So, we’re gonna be on a red carpet together in a week for the first time as an official couple and I haven’t met your family...besides Vic, and you haven’t met mine.” “An official couple?! Boy I was just trynna hit it and quit it, I’m not catching feelings”.

Odell deadpanned over to you, “Yeah okay, why you ain’t quit it yet? Do you normally cook bomb-ass breakfast for niggas when you quit it?” “You slang good beefcake and breakfast was my parting gift” “I’m being serious baby….” “I’m being kinda serious” you say laughing, “ Look I’ve already met your mom at Vics several times before and I’ve met her through passing at tons of events. As far as my parents go you literally know my dad and you’ve met my mom before, what’s the big deal?” “As true as all of that is its not the same. Meeting somebody’s family as a couple is different than meeting them through passing.” “Dawg, I don’t even wanna meet my family. I’ve been asking my mom to put my brothers back in her stomach since I was born, can’t stand them niggas” “Don’t make me call Vic and have him call ya fine ass momma, I seen her smack Vic upside the head so I know you gon get it” “Fine, I’ll talk to her when I land” “Nah, call her right here.”

“You ugly”, you pulled out your phone and pulled up your mom’s number putting her on speaker and she answered right as Odell said, “I get prettier each time you ride my face, I could use a quick touch-up.” “Odell!”. Finally your mom chimed in “Y/N! Where the hell you at and who the hell is that?!” Odell’s eyes got wide and his mouth dropped. “H-hey mommy. I was just uh calling you to tell you something.” “What is it? Take your time cause your dad trynna stretch me out for the third time today and chile I don’t have the energy.” “Momma! You’re on speakerphone!” “With who?” “My boyfriend!” “That’s what you get, you know better.” Odell silently cracking up the whole time your mom is revealing too much information about her and your father. “Is your boyfriend that lil big headed boy that was at Vic’s house? The one you was on the Shaderoom with? What’s his name? Uh-uh Austin...no, Odyssey….no,no, my bad its Or-” Odell suddenly chimes in, “Odell, Ms. Y/M/N. My name is Odell. We met at Vic and Elaina’s.” You just had to facepalm yourself, if Odell wasn’t gonna leave you cause your weird ass ex then it was definitely gonna be your rude ass parents.

“Anyway, I shouldn’t have to find out that my daughter has a new man through Instagram. Especially because I gave nine months and whole a 34 hours to bring you into this world.” “Jesus Christ here we go with this story” “You damn right here we go with this story! My bladder hasn’t been the same since I pushed you out!” “Okay momma, are you going to the awards Sunday?” “Uh duh” “Okay well you and daddy can meet Odell this weekend okay?” “Only if you tell him and your brothers you got a boyfriend. I am not dealing with their questions and tantrums.” You really were the baby out of the three of y’all and they protected you as such so it was expected that they would have questions after you just left a chaotic relationship. “Okay, bye momma” “Bye Ms. Y/M/N!” “Bye, y’all”.

By time you ended the call with your mom Odell was about 5 minutes from the airport, “So you wanna hear me tell my dad that we’re together? I promise it’s way more entertaining than that.” “If by entertaining you mean pride and soul crushing,I’m good lil homie.” “Okay well I wanna hear you tell Ms. Heather. Don’t tell her I’m in the car either” you look him up and down cutting your eyes at him and he handed you his phone, “Go to her number and call her. She’ll come in on bluetooth.” “What’s she under?” Odell looked down laughing, “Don’t laugh, look under mommy” “I’ve heard worse”.

You pressed the call icon and his phone rang twice before his mom picked up, “Hi baby!” “Hey mommy” “To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call from my son. The very same son who I have not seen in weeks might I add” “Well I’m doing swell mommy! How are you dear?” “I’ll be better once I know why you’re calling while I’m trying to get ready for my date.” “I was calling because I had some good news. You wanna guess what it is” “I love you son but I really don’t. I have things to do boy now come on! Damn.” “You really know how to ruin a moment” “That’s the same thing I said when I saw I was pregnant with you. Now if you called to play I gotta go” “No mommy, wait. I got her.” “You got who? Who’d you kidnap? Do we need to get Olivia Pope?” “No listen, please follow what I’m saying” He took a deep frustrated breath, “I got her. I got Y/N mama!” “Oh shit son! You finally took my advice and got you a queen huh? When I can I meet her? Oh send me her number! I need her advice on this face wash. Face wash…. Oh my lord my grandbabies gonna have good skin!” You were sitting the passenger seat DYING of laughter and all Odell could do was look over at you smirking. “Who is that? You know I don’t like being on speaker with strangers boy” “Hi Ms. Heather!” “Hey puddin’! I didn’t know you were in the car with that boy” “Ms. Heather your son told me not to say a word or he was gonna make take a taxi to the airport.”,he looked over to you with wide eyes looking around like you were talking about someone else. “Odell don’t make me kick your ass, you know better.” “Momma she’s lying” “No she’s not I know you goodbye.” “Ms. Heather before you go I was wondering if you wanted to get together with my family this weekend in LA since its awards weekend. My mom and aunt Blanca will be there.” “Yeah sweetheart I’ll be there, send me the details cause you can’t have that boy do nothing. Bye-bye”.

Odell pulled up to the airport and got out and grabbed your bags. “I should make you carry your own stuff cause you got me in trouble with Heather ass” “You got yourself in trouble with Heather ass, now hurry so I don’t miss this flight”. Y’all were really out here arguing like a married couple.

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I Was a Cocaine Kingpin's Ride-or-Die

The crack era of the 1980s and 90s was a uniquely vicious time in American life. With gun violence at historic levels, it was a free-for-all on the streets, with drug lords fueling an overdose epidemic on one hand and horrific gang violence on the other. In 1990, murders in New York City peaked at 2,245 for the year. Meanwhile, many politicians demanded more prison time for suspects, even those uninvolved in violence. African Americans were locked up at an unprecedented rate, thanks in part to the 100-to-1 crack to cocaine sentencing disparity.

Along with his longtime partner, Erika “Reika” Carter, Kevin Chiles, the founder of Don Diva Magazine and a former Harlem kingpin, was in the thick of it. Chiles was charged with operating a Continuing Criminal Enterprise after the feds alleged he masterminded the sale of thousands of pounds of cocaine from 1987 to 1994. Carter ultimately avoided prison time, and Chiles has since married another woman. But in their time together, Carter saw both the spectacular highs and devastating lows of being implicated in the drug game in America. This is her story.

The Rooftop was the most popular skating rink in Harlem in the early-to-mid 80s. It was right down the block from the Polo Grounds. The guys would pull up in the flyest cars, jewelry, and fashion. Street guys from all over New York would make their way to The Rooftop to stunt, show off, and pick up girls. I loved to skate as a teenager and was there every Wednesday for ladies’ night.

My friends and I were well known by all the attendees and especially the DJs: Brucie B, DJ Hollywood, and Lovebug Starski (RIP). They used to call us “The Go Girls,” as we skated our asses off around the rink. Being in the spotlight at the rink, it was expected that dudes would check for me. It was there where I met my first love, Kevin Chiles (KC), in the summer of 1984. I was 15 years old.

KC never skated. He was quiet, in the cut, and very observant. I could tell he was getting money and on the rise, and one night, as I was getting off the skate floor, he asked if he could buy me a cup of Kool Aid. I thought that was hilarious and kind of corny, but cute. I liked that he wanted to get me off the floor to talk to me.

KC was sorta slim, up to date in fashion, and loved his Reebok classics. He was very soft-spoken, didn’t curse at all, and was super respectful. KC was sweet and knew how to talk to me—definitely different than most guys. He wasn’t loud like the other hustlers, thugs, and drug dealers. He had a sense of confidence about him, a can-do attitude that intrigued me.

After he bought me something to drink, he said, “I'm gonna come back and get you when it’s over.” He did come back, but I’d had prior engagements, so I ducked him. Still, KC was persistent and returned to the skating rink every week until I finally went out with him.

It wasn’t long before we were together all the time.

He would come pick me and my son up and take us to his aunt’s deli, L & N Deli, off of Gun Hill Road in the Bronx. KC was the manager: he went to the market, stocked the store, and assisted the customers. He took me there our first time hanging out, giving me the impression that’s what he did for a living. I later learned he was involved in the drug trade, moving kilos of cocaine, but he wasn't loud with it.

I remember he was driving a gold Quantum. Everybody on the street had their sports cars, but his car was just so unique. That was just him. Volkswagen made some with Audi engines at the time. It had gold rims with a boxey-kind of-look. There weren’t too many of those around. KC loved driving us around in that car. We were both teenagers looking for love, success, and adventure.

I’m Brooklyn-born, Harlem-raised. My upbringing was a little raw: At the age of 25, my mother had a husband, a boyfriend, and a significant other who was said to be my biological father. She was murdered when I was two. I found her dead in our apartment with her boyfriend. My siblings and I had to relocate to my aunt’s apartment in the Polo Grounds Towers, right across the street from Rucker Park. I went from being the youngest of four to the youngest of eight, in a house where space and unconditional love were spread thin.

My brother had a spot he hustled out of, and he kept me very close. I was able to watch and learn things that would later become of use to me. Shortly after, I found out I was pregnant. My aunt put me out. Being just 14 years old when my first son was born, I knew I had to provide for him by any means necessary. When I first got with KC I actually showed him how to cook crack, something that I learned from watching my brother.

A few months into dealing with KC, I met his parents, who treated me as their own. My son and I moved in with them at Academy Gardens in Soundview and we truly became a family. His mother always said that I was her daughter and KC was her son-in-law. She made me finish school, taught me about unconditional love—especially when it came to loving your own children—and showed me how to save and manage my money. It was a blessing living there. KC later ended up getting us our own apartment.

I was never involved in his criminal activity, but I knew what was going on in the streets. I dated street dudes before I met KC. When he came home, I would wake up and help him count the money. It happened so much I would tell him that I needed 10 percent for counting. It started out in the tens of thousands, but quickly progressed to hundreds of thousands of dollars at times.

Back then I didn’t have any reservations about the lifestyle. I didn’t know what my life would become. I was young and it was an opportunity to live a better life then the one I was living. I lived in the projects with my aunt and seven other kids. I was shipped between the Virgin Islands and the States. I had a newborn and was trying to provide for my child. Anything was better than my circumstances at that point. Kevin and his family provided me with a sense of family and love that I didn’t have, but of course needed.

Our son, Little Kevin, was born in February 1987. KC was excited, but he didn’t tell me that he had another baby with another girl. I was devastated, but KC showered me with diamonds and cars. I was one of the first people in the United States with a BMW station wagon, one of many vehicles, as I got a new one every year for ten years.

The BMW was black with chrome. It had the double sunroof that opened from the back and front. The interior was black leather and I had the chrome BBS wheels. I used to drive around the city like a boss, with my two baby boys and money to spend. I would shop until my heart was content, dropping tens of thousands on clothes, furniture, and household items.

KC lived through me. He was not boisterous, but I was. He was okay with it because it allowed me as his woman to speak for him. He got a thrill out of it. KC wasn't a partier. He wasn’t too interested in being in the mix. He would do appearances every now and again, though he preferred to stay out of the way. A lot of the hustlers from New York would attend concerts with their girls, something we’d do on occasion.

I went from being a young girl from the projects with a baby to the first lady of an empire. Side by side we ran businesses—legal and illegal—and started a family. KC loved the music industry and started his own record label, Big Boss Records. He was trying to create his own avenue. We had a store, Boss Sneakers, then we moved up the block between 7th and 8th on 125th and opened Boss Emporium. Until this very day, people still talk about the store being made to look like a street corner and the BMW parked inside. Our store had a pay phone too. Even though KC was hustling and doing his thing, we were trying to make everything legal.

There were always chicks coming for KC that wanted to be in my position. There was this one chick that slept with every hustler one summer. I saw KC in the car with this broad. I parked my car in the middle of the intersection in Harlem, jumped out—leaving the door open—and walked over to his car. I started screaming at him in the middle of the street. I made the girl get out of the car and went off on KC right there in the middle of traffic. That girl was lucky I didn’t whip her ass.

I was so pissed at him, I took his entire safe out of the house. The safe was upstairs—I pushed it down the stairs and broke every tile on the floor. I managed to get it in the car, but I threw my back out and was gone for two days while my back healed, holding his safe hostage. Can you imagine the fury that he felt? We laugh about it today.

Life has a tendency to balance out the highest highs with the lowest lows. You couldn’t live this type of lifestyle without some expected casualties, but we never could have imagined how great the loss would be. In 1989, KC's mother got murdered. That devastated me. I felt like I lost my mother all over again. Little Kevin was only two at the time, and she’d never get to meet her only granddaughter.

One evening in 1994, KC got arrested and charged as a drug kingpin. People knew, but nobody called me and told me. The next morning at the crack of dawn my phone rang and it was the FBI. I hung up on them. I thought it was a prank call, but it was really the FBI. They were like, “We have your house surrounded. Don’t try to flush anything. We turned your water off.”

When I opened the door they shoved flashlights in my face. They swarmed in with guns in hand. I remember yelling, “My kids, my kids.” Little Kevin had come to the upstairs railing and they got him. KC’s aunt and cousins were arrested as well. They told me to call someone to come and get my kids and threatened to call child services. It was a very hectic time.

Both KC and I were going back and forth to court. He was remanded to custody, but I was out on bail. During the trial, an informant testified against me, pointing me out in the courtroom. He stated that there were secret compartments in my cars containing guns that belonged to me.

KC was anxious to get me off the case. He told his lawyers, whatever time they were going to offer me, he would take it. So they removed me. I took a plea. They originally wanted to give me a felony, but I copped to a misdemeanor. Kevin didn’t want me to have a felony on my record.

KC had two mistrials, but his lawyer told him the government spent entirely too much money trying his case to ever let him go. They would continue to try until they got a conviction, and it would be the maximum penalty. In his circumstance that meant natural life. KC weighed his options and copped out to ten years.

The feds seized everything and KC's family took what was left. They took my jewelry, furniture, and clothes. I was fed up; I got my kids and got out of there. I moved to the Bronx to a one-bedroom. I let the kids sleep in the bed. I slept on the floor on a mattress. I was robbed two weeks after I was there, mostly losing my money and electronics.

My kids couldn’t understand how we went from a nice house to a one-bedroom apartment. Then they had to visit their father in prison for the next decade. Our lives completely changed. God stripped me of everything and I had to start all over again. There definitely wasn’t a whole lot of money left, but even with him being locked up he still provided.

Throughout the years I faced some hardships. My children and I had to move often. They experienced emotional trauma, and I was unexpectedly diagnosed with cancer. Even still, when KC came home from prison, I had what he gave me, and I gave it right back to him.

While my children and I were all we had, KC and I remained very close. I was his best friend, ride or die, and his children’s mother. More importantly, I hold the memories of his mother. Our children are grown now at 28, 31, and 34 years old. We’ve lived to be grandparents, and 30-plus years later, our bond is still unbreakable.