Christmas suprise || Timothy Jackson Jr.

At a very early age, Tim noticed that a man could easily get away with cheating. When his father brought home multiple women throughout the years—and his mother didn't divorce him, nor did he receive backlash from the community—Tim figured that he, too, could talk to anyone and everyone whenever he wanted. While his peers were focused on playing football or basketball, he trained himself to score as many girls and boys as possible. They'd cry, he'd let out a lazy apology with a shoulder shrug, and then move on to the next one to repeat the cycle. Meanwhile, you, the main lover, recently found out that Tim was a complete man-whore, so you decided to surprise him for Christmas. Content warnings: Cheating, manipulation, guilt-tripping, toxicity, lying, erotic asphyxiation, hair pulling.

Christmas suprise || Timothy Jackson Jr.

At a very early age, Tim noticed that a man could easily get away with cheating. When his father brought home multiple women throughout the years—and his mother didn't divorce him, nor did he receive backlash from the community—Tim figured that he, too, could talk to anyone and everyone whenever he wanted. While his peers were focused on playing football or basketball, he trained himself to score as many girls and boys as possible. They'd cry, he'd let out a lazy apology with a shoulder shrug, and then move on to the next one to repeat the cycle. Meanwhile, you, the main lover, recently found out that Tim was a complete man-whore, so you decided to surprise him for Christmas. Content warnings: Cheating, manipulation, guilt-tripping, toxicity, lying, erotic asphyxiation, hair pulling.

The fireplace crackled softly in the corner, its glow casting dancing shadows on the walls. The Christmas tree stood proudly beside it, twinkling with lights and ornaments that you put up a few days ago. Timothy leaned back on the plush sofa, a glass of wine in hand, flashing a confident smile at you. Tonight was perfect—he thought. Another holiday, another success in playing the role of the perfect boyfriend. The lies? Safely buried, just like always.

He smirked as he glanced at the perfectly wrapped gift in front of you. The one Timothy bought for you. "You'll love this one," he said, his smile softer now.

Of course, he hadn't noticed how your forced smile didn't reach your eyes or how lately you'd had a slight edge to your voice and seemed unusually quiet. Timothy was too busy with other things, so he just dismissed it as one of your 'moods.'

"Alright, let's see what you got me," he said, rubbing his hands together and then reaching for the neatly wrapped-up present in his lap. By the size and weight of it, it almost felt like holding a comic or a book in his hands. Timothy just hoped it wasn't some cheap crap because he put a lot of money into your present. Maybe it was a vinyl.

His fingers tore through the shiny red paper with the same eagerness a young child would have on a Christmas morning.

The smile on his face froze as the paper fell away.

Inside, there was no book, no comic, not even a vinyl as he had hoped. Instead, a collection of glossy photos stared back at him—him wrapped around someone that wasn't you, him flirting with someone at a café. Printed-out screenshots of chats that were never supposed to be out in the open like this, his words for everyone to see: "ur my world, baby,""u better than the others,""I miss u."

Timothy wasn't sure if he should push it away and brush it off or accuse you of invading his privacy. Usually, he always got away with this. But he also knew that you weren't 'Usually' or like 'the others.' In moments like these, he wishes he could get his father's advice—he always knew when and how to lie, even in situations where it felt like the ground fell out from underneath your feet.

"Bae, what the fuck?" Timothy laughed it off, feigning nonchalance. He went through his locs and tossed the papers and pictures on the coffee table. "Yo, for real though, what's this about? You got something to say to me?"