#not even 2 smoke WITH him cuz when he asked if i smoked weed after i said no 2 cigs i was like
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Hair Day || M.M x BlackBoho!Reader
Oneshot
Synopsis:
You do Miles' hair, to say he's tenderheaded is an understatement... (can be read as 1610 or 42 Miles)
Word Count: 1.4K
Song Recs: Dangerous // Meek Mill, Trust // Brent Faiyaz, 2AM // SZA, My Boo // Usher
Warnings: Fem Reader, Reader has a potty mouth (use of the word nigga like 3 times), use of aave (mainly reader, some miles), smoking dojaaaa, shot-gunning, reader has locs, banter, suggestive jokes (Miles is a jokester y'all), reader is black (cuz some of y'all can't read), no spanish bc I'm rusty with it rn :(
I think that's it lol. lmk if I missed something!!
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"I was in love with you when we were younger, you were myyyy, my boo." You sang and nodded your head to the beat of "My Boo," playing off your speaker, bracelets dangling together as you got all your hair products together. Miles texted you a couple of hours ago asking if you could wash and braid his hair for him since his mom was at work. That leaves you here now, on the floor, searching for your mousse under your bathroom sink.
"You know, seeing you like this is funny.."
You jumped and hit your head on the cabinet (ouchie) as you heard your boyfriend's voice suddenly behind you. Whipping your head around to glare at the tall boy, quick to fuss at him. "Bro, who told you you could just pop up whenever you wanted without texting first?"
"Uhm, first of all, I'm not your bro," He said, pulling you off the ground. "And I did text baby, but it seems like you were away from the phone." He finishes as he tries to put a small peck to your lips, but you move your head to the side. "Damn, baby. It's like that now?"
"Nigga don't play with me. You fucking made me hit my head, so yeah, it's like that," you answer like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "How'd you even get in?" you wondered aloud, quickly getting your answer as you glanced at your now open window. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh. You should start locking that."
"As if that shit would stop you."
"You got me there." He chuckled, looking at you walk to change the song on your phone. 2 AM by SZA starts playing. "Whatya looking for anyway?" your boyfriend questions you. "Mousse, you said you wanted braids, right?" You reply, looking at him over your shoulder as he nods. "Gimme a sec. I'm gonna go ask my mom if she has some," you uttered before leaving the room. Miles took a second to take in your room; it's been a while since he's been in here since you both have been busy with school and work. He missed the smell of your incense burning and the after-smell of the weed you almost always smoked before he got there. You snap him out of his trance as you walk back into the room with the mousse you'd been searching for.
"Aight lil' nigga get in the bathroom," You pat him on the shoulder. "Shirt off, too."
"Oh?" he smirked.
"Miles."
"Right."
You made quick work of setting the towel on the floor and another on the edge of the tub, having a feeling he was gonna wet everything up. "Okie-dokie on your butt." You say as you stand over him, removing your wrist jewelry and putting your locs up in a bun. He looks up at you with a weird smug look on his face. "Y'know, you standing over me like that reminds me of-"
"Don't een finish that sentence." You cut him off with a pointed look.
"Right."
"C'mon baby, lean your head back, and scoot down a lil bit. You know you tall." You guide him while turning on the faucet.
"You're really pretty.." he whispered, looking up at you getting the shampoo and conditioner. You chuckled while kicking off your long skirt to reveal shorts underneath, "Thanks, Miles."
Squirting shampoo on your hands, you lean over to massage it into Miles' scalp thoroughly, moving onto the ends once you finished soaping up his roots. You move one hand to fix your shirt, not doubting that your cleavage is all in your boyfriend's face. Not that he would complain.
It seems like you might've tugged your hand away from Miles' hair too quickly, making him hiss with a slight wince.
"Mami, at least try to be gentle." He whined loudly, bringing his hands up to latch onto your thigh.
"Boy, if you don't get ya ass off me while I'm trying to finish this! Stop being a baby, and it's not my fault you're so damn tender-headed."
"Rude..."
You rinse out his hair a little gentler this time, getting the wide tooth comb out to detangle his hair.
"Aight, just gotta detangle and condition it, and we'll be done!" You smiled and leaned down to peck his cheek. "Be good. This might hurt. If you start screaming and hollering, imma pop you."
And boy, did he get popped—a lot.
"Miles, calm down. This is the last section!" You laughed, tears coming down your face as you watched your boyfriend act like a little kid getting their hair done for the first time. He glared at you as a singular tear started to roll down his cheek. He wiped it quickly, though.
You finally finish conditioning the last section of your boyfriend's hair and start to towel dry it, kissing all over his face as an apology for 'hurting' him.
You both make quick work of drying his hair and moisturizing it, now sitting on your bed to have a quick smoke break. "You feeling better now, baby?" You ask Miles, guiding the blunt to your mouth with your beaded joint holder and inhaling, blowing the smoke in his face while he still pouted at you.
"You got some heavy ass hands."
"Keep playin', and Ima put these 'heavy ass hands' on you." You argue as you see him eyeing the blunt in your hand.
"You want some?"
"Mhm."
You smile as you take a hit and grab his jaw, pulling him into a sweet kiss and exhaling the smoke into his mouth. He smiles, sighing into the kiss. You put the blunt down on the ashtray sitting on top of your bedside table, stretching your arms as you spoke. "Aight, c'mon, big boy, I got somewhere to be later."
He eyed you as he put a pillow on the ground to sit on, obviously wanting to say something but deciding to bite his tongue. You try to move fast, sectioning his hair into four parts gently.
Dangerous by Meek Mill plays as you finish up his second to last braid, nodding your head to the song as you mumble the lyrics. "And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million... And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum," you notice Miles smirking to himself in the floor-length mirror as you finish up his last braid.
"Miles. Don't even."
"I wasn't even gonna say anything!"
"I see that damn smirk. You ain't slick." You argue as you pop his shoulder lightly with the comb. "C'mon, get up. I gotta get dressed."
"Where you even going?" He questioned you, scratching his ass as he stood up and stretched.
"First of all, ew. Gross. Act like you got some damn sense while you at my house." You roll your eyes, walking to your drawer to grab your swimsuit and cover-up. "Me and my girls are going to have a drink at the beach."
"Any boys going?" He interrogated, walking over to see what you pulled out. "You not wearing that, right?"
"Uhmm, only one guy, [friend's name]'s boyfriend. And yes, I'm wearing this. I'm not finna argue with you about it either."
He pouted. "But-"
"But nothing, Miles, it's a beach. I'm gonna wear a bathing suit." you cut him off, walking over to him as you take your top off. "I know how to take care of myself. Now go somewhere, boy."
It was clear he wanted to argue about it more but decided against it. "Alright.. take some good pics for me, ok, ma? I'mma head out. Text me when you get back home. Love ya." He said, placing a loving kiss on your lips before stepping out your window. "And lock the window before you leave!"
"I will. Bye, baby." You shook your head, shutting the window and locking it after watching Miles step off your fire escape onto the pavement below, walking away as he turned around and blew you a kiss. Of course, you blew a kiss back.
And damn, did your back and arms hurt after all that.
And the kid didn't even say thank you.
#miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#miles morales x black reader#earth 42 miles#spiderman#a#bohostyle#across the spiderverse#songfic#oneshot#fluff#earth 42 miles x black reader#iheartnabi!#first fic#fanfic#fanfiction
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stoner leon
Stoner!Leon Kennedy Headcanons
i feel like this is a demand and not an ask and it’s making my laugh my ass off. like this anon has a gun against my head telling me to write. i love it so much
once again basing most of these off my own stoner experiences
i’m not saying leon needs to smoke weed but my gods this man would benefit from it
leon honey you’ve been through so much please smoke a little weed and just relax please
RE2 leon would not smoke weed
if he did he’d probably freak out and have to go to the hospital cuz he think he’s dying (my brother did that once and it was the funniest thing ever)
lightweight
smokes half a joint and is zooted to the fucking moon and back
prefers edibles more than anything you have to smoke
bowls are his enemy. he’s burnt himself with the lighter one too many times (same) and hates the taste of resin
he might not like them but i am 100% confident he rolls the best joints. they’re so clean and he packs the just right.
prefers pens as his way of smoking. he’s not a very big fan of the burning of the throat
i feel like he’s the silent type when smoking. he just kinda sits there and enjoys the ride
he will text Ada that it feels like his bones are made of water and then not respond to any of her questions
he prefers a body high than a head high
he just wants to relax and sleep. he’s no longer sore, the bruises don’t bother him, he’s just vibing
HE WATCHES BABY SENSORY VIDEOS OF THE DANCING FRUIT.
those videos are so magical. my friend spent the night once and we got blitzed and watched them till we realized it had been 2 hours
he twitches. it’s completely normal but he thinks he’s gonna die
he’s the type to have a good high turn into a bad high at the drop of a dime but forgets about it and goes back to eating
he may be silent but he texts people the most mind numbing shit ever and giggles at his phone.
Chris is half way across the world and just gets a text at 2 am leon’s time just saying “do the welsh know about chicken nuggets?” (something i’ve actually texted a friend while high)
he’s the type to say “i’m completely sober” while running into doors
he will sit motionless on the couch after smoking half a joint and just start talking about how he feels like he’s in a best buy
what does that even mean? i wish i could tell you but it’s so hard to describe
probably started smoking cuz he thought it would make him look cool but realized it helps him relax and destress and just calm his mind down
shitty jokes and puns but they don’t even make sense to anyone but him
NSFW but he’s an extremely horny high.
somehow more vocal than sober, more of a whimpering mess and he’s got no filter
#tezi post#resident evil#resident evil imagine#resident evil x reader#resident evil leon kennedy#leon kennedy#leon kennedy headcanons#crack post
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requesting 2 things cuz everyone needs cg argyle on their dash
please i have brain rot for this man and i need to not be the only one writing about him
thank you <3/p
hiii!! okay i’m doing the second one first because i want baby jonathan. i will get to the first request hopefully tomorrow ❤️
ship: jargyle
Jonathan Byers was a pretty tough guy, he was strong, and he was very independent. but after Will went missing, he felt broken.
He hated it, but sometimes he would just feel younger, he didn’t know why, it just happened, and it was worse when he thought about all the trauma.
The years went on, trauma after trauma happening, no way to seemingly escape from this hell, that’s when he met Argyle.
When the Byers’ moved to california, Argyle was the nicest person to Jonathan, they became close instantly. Jonathan had told Argyle about how he was struggling with trauma, not going into detail. And that’s when Argyle decided to show him weed.
They started out as smoking buddies, for months it was just get high and laugh together, and then one time, Jonathan had fallen into this child-like state, he was so confused, but Argyle just took care of him.
The next morning, Jonathan felt so bad. He’s never done that around anybody, not even Nancy. “Shit.” He mumbled to himself, thinking about Nancy flooded back all the memories of her, which made him remember everything in Hawkins.
Thinking about that all made him feel small, and Argyle was still over, so he really didn’t know what to do. He got up, and got out of bed, but he didn’t really have anywhere to go. So he just sat on the floor and tried to make himself feel normal.
Argyle woke up when he heard muffled sobs coming from across the room. “Jonathan? You alright?” Argyle asked, sitting up to try and find Jonathan. He was sitting on the floor, knees tucked up to his chest, his head buried in his legs, and soft sobs came from him.
“Dunno.” Jonathan said, not looking up. Argyle kinda thought he knew what was happening, he had a friend years ago who had become younger ages, just sometimes.
“Hey, you’re alright, okay? You’re safe. Do you wanna tell me what’s going on? I can try to make it better.” Argyle was gentle with Jonathan, he always was, but seeing him like this, it made him feel more caring for him.
“Don’t feel adult. Feel child.” Jonathan said, he was terrified for the response he would get. “How old are you thinking you feel?” Argyle asked, really gently, Jonathan was surprised he didn’t freak out.
“4, I think. Dunno.” Jonathan shrugged. “That’s normal, okay bud. You’ve gone through some trauma, I know you won’t tell me the exact details, but trauma affects everyone, and this is just how it affects you. Is this your first time feeling like a child?” Argyle asked, and then clued in to the way Jonathan was acting the night before, that wasn’t a bad high, that was him being small.
“No, happened for years.” Jonathan said, he kept his head down, but his crying had stopped. “Come back here, come lay in bed. We can talk this through, okay. I’m gonna be here no matter what, you’re my best friend, and I don’t care what age you feel, I’ve always got you bro.”
It had been about 6 months since the first time Argyle had seen Jonathan be little, now the two were dating, which surprised Jonathan, he didn’t even think he liked guys, but here he was, dating, and in love with a guy.
The upside down shit had happened all again, it was traumatizing for all of them, and when that all happened, Jonathan explained everything.
So now Argyle was the carer for Jonathan, and the boyfriend of Jonathan. They were very happy, and Jonathan had learned to accept his little side, he even started doing it for fun and by choice instead of it happening with a negative trigger.
Jonathan was eating dinner, pasta with red sauce. The two were home alone, so Jonathan could be little outside of his bedroom. Because of the meal chosen, Jonathan made a huge mess.
“Okay, little man, we gotta get you in the bath now.” Argyle said after taking Jonathan’s empty plate to the sink. “No bath. No.” Jonathan protested. “Bud, we gotta get you cleaned up. Then we can do whatever you want.”
“Smoke?” Jonathan asked, eyes lit up so brightly, and then instantly shut down. “Babes, I told you, no getting high when you’re small, it’s not good for you.” Argyle said, and Jonathan pouted.
“I’ll give you an ice cream, whatever flavour you want, we have strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate.” “Fine, quick bath.” Jonathan said, with a huff. “Okay, let’s go then.” “Me not waking.” Jonathan said sassily.
“You’re not walking? Dude, you’ve gotta walk.” Argyle didn’t fully understand that Jonathan was asking to be carried. “No. I not gonna walk. You take me to bathroom.” Jonathan said, another huff.
“You want me to carry you, little man, I don’t know if I’m strong enough. You’re not heavy, I’m just very weak.” “Argyle you’re strong! Carry me!” Jonathan begged, with cute little puppy dog eyes that Argyle couldn’t resist. He agreed, walked over, placed a kiss on Jonathan’s nose, and picks him up.
They made it into the bathroom, and Argyle put Jonathan down. He went back to Jonathan’s bedroom to grab the bubbles, towels, and the few rubber ducks they had gotten for bath toys.
The bath was fine, Jonathan wasn’t the biggest fan of bath time, but he also hated showering, he didn’t want to be dirty, he just hated getting clean. But then Argyle lived up to the promise, Jonathan got his ice cream.
And there he was in all his glory, ice cream in his hair, all over his hands, on his freshly washed new pyjamas, he was so sticky from all the ice cream he had spilled, and Argyle realized that they had to have another bath.
So they went into the bathroom again, ran the water to the right temperature, put bubbles in, washed Jonathan all up, had a little bit of time to play with the toy ducks, and then get out and get a new set of pyjamas on. This time it was a pair of boxers and one of Argyles tie dye shirts. It was late now, about 9:30, so Jonathan was tired.
Argyle tucked him into bed, and then went and finished up the chores, he knew it was Jonathan’s job to clean up, but he was far too small to do the chores, and Argyle didn’t mind, he practically lived at the Byers house, rent free. So he really didn’t mind doing little things to help out around the house.
He cleaned up the bathroom, brought the bubbles and ducks back into Jonathan’s room, so no one would find them. He didn’t want Jonathan getting outed, he really didn’t want that.
He cleaned up the dishes from dinner, cleaned up the mess on the table, and that was everything he needed to do. He finally went and crawled into bed with Jonathan.
“I missed you, it was cold.” Jonathan said. “Well I’m here now baby, come snuggle in.” Argyle said, opening his arms for his lover to come snuggle in to. Jonathan fell asleep with his head on Argyle’s chest, fondly listening to his heart beat.
They were happy, Jonathan loved that he wasn’t ashamed to be little anymore, he was loved for it, he had the best man in his life, and he took care of him. They were so happy together.
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October 31st, 2023 (Part 2)
*Graphic Sexual Content*
G-- was one of the guys I've been talking to for a few days now and scheduled in days in advance. he talked a lot about the concert he was going to, but was also kind of clingy and annoyed that I didn't talk to him every second of the day. he also wanted to talk on the phone before we met, but his phone call was really only 5 minutes unlike that guy from a few days ago took up an entire fucking hour. he seemed pretty chill, and we were actually going to go out and do things. I brought semi nice clothes because I thought I was actually going to go do something fun things or explore the city or go to bars or something. instead, I guess Halloween night would be spent with G--.
oh, and he brought weed.
weed is legal here in Massachusetts, so he asked if he could bring some over. I had never smoked before, and I told him that, but I also might be willing to try. because I am. I was Always a little bit nervous to try it and I'd actually make plans with him before to do it together. it's still illegal in Texas, but he said he knew a way to get it. I said I didn't want to do it without somebody I trusted. so we made plans to do it together.
instead, I had my first joint with a 45 year old man up in B----- that I'd only known for maybe an hour.
I was much more looking forward to this appointment than any of the others. I got a good vibe from G-- through our text conversations. I even put on makeup and some nicer clothes. the problem was it was like 40° out so I had to cover it all with jackets. I picked a little Tavern that's super close to the Airbnb and just walked the 15 minutes there. we met up after 9:00 p.m., so all the trick-or-treaters had gone home. it was a little creepy walking alone in the dark in the cold, just following the GPS on my phone. I didn't die, though. sometimes I forget that I'm not actually an independent man who can just travel alone. I'm extremely jealous of him and how he's able to drop everything and just go to France for a week. I want to be that, but I also want to be with him when he does that.
The Tavern was very very small. honestly, should have seen that coming since the entire town that I'm staying at is very very small. there were a few people sitting at the bar, and they kept giving us weird looks. I'm not sure why and they didn't even card me when I ordered my drink. Vodka redbull. G-- and I found a little table further away from them, but the place was so small we couldn't actually get away. we talked for a little bit, finished our drinks, then he suggested buying dinner since the tavern actually didn't have any food. I was happy he suggested that, cuz I hadn't eaten all day besides the breakfast J-- had bought me.
At this point, G-- was so my favorite person I had met while I was up here. he even brought me some Halloween candy. pulling out of his pockets with this big ass silly grin on his face. we ordered some Chinese food, then he pulled out the blunt. I actually don't even know if it's called a blunt or a joint or what. he said that the house would be able to air out in a few days, so we could smoke inside even though we were planning on smoking on the porch. it was just really cold. he lit it up, instructed me how to properly Breathe In and Out, then pass it over to me. after my first puff, I was coughing like crazy and the back of my throat was burning. apparently this is what was supposed to happen.
we spent a little bit more time just talking and passing the thing back and forth. he kept asking me if I felt it yet, and I kept saying not really. he had said that he thought I would probably have a high tolerance since I tried some edibles forever ago I have felt nothing. it's a toss-up whether or not those were actually real or not, since in Texas you can't really do anything about somebody lying to you about that kind of thing. I really wasn't feeling much of anything, mostly just pain in the back of my throat. he said it looked more relaxed and suggested that I go get my laptop so I can play music off it. it was when I was walking up the stairs that I realized I was probably high.
I was walking up the stairs, my jeans rubbing together between the thighs, and all I could think about was how loud my pants were. they weren't. they were just jeans. the sound had never bothered me before. but now, for some reason, they sent it as if I was wearing four layers of snow pants. I hurried back downstairs with a laptop told him about this discovery. he brought three joints total, but we just shared the one. probably good call. we listen to some music, kept talking, watched the fake flickering fireplace That was installed in the wall. eventually, our food came.
I like Chinese food a lot. also, I hadn't eaten anything for most of the day, had only been eating pizza all week, and was high. it was the best Chinese food I had ever eaten in my life. I've eaten a lot of Chinese food in texas, but for some reason I had never found a place that serves soup dumplings. soup dumplings are now my new favorite thing in the whole wide world. one of my favorite Chinese places in A------ serves potstickers that are effectively soup dumplings, I now realize. they have also always been my favorite pot stickers.
I honestly can't remember if we sat there and made out on the couch for a little bit or not. all these appointments start to run together, when you do them too often or they're not special enough to really catch my attention. plus, this time I was pretty out of it. it was weird, because even after that one drink at the bar I really wasn't feeling tipsy. and after half a blunt, I really wasn't feeling that different. things were just… more.
we went upstairs to my room and he was the first person that wanted the lights off. we kept the closet light on, a little bit of the light bleeding through the edges around the door. but otherwise, the room was dark. I felt more romantic, more like an actual date than any of the other ones have. it reminded me most of him. even in the moment, that's what I was thinking about. this is how he did it the first time we slept together.
we laid together, doing the usual foreplay of touching each other through our clothes. I don't know if the weed or just the fact that I didn't like being up here all alone is what made me constantly think about him instead of focusing on G--. but even him reaching out of my shirt to play with my boobs, slowly taking off my pants, rubbing my clit through my underwear. all I could think about was him. thought about how much I missed him. thought about how much I wanted him to be the one doing this to me, not some random stranger in B------. I wasn't sad, per se. I liked the feeling, I was horny. it was just that also about 73% of my brain was dedicated to imagine what would be like if he was the one here. if we were still talking. if we were still sleeping together.
all of our clothes did eventually come off. that's how this works, right? It's a little fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure he also didn't have me suck his dick. I really don't remember moving much Beyond just laying back and letting him worship my body. he had his fingers inside me, rubbing all the right spots and going at just the right tempo. this is where I discovered a major problem, however.
I couldn't cum.
normally, at this point in an encounter, I would have cum multiple times. I had even laid down a towel in preparation. he was better than J-- had been this morning and the weed had taken away some of the pain that I had been feeling while the pill that I had been prescribed to take a few days ago had finished off the last of my yeast infection. I was horny. I was in the mood. I was even more turned on since I was thinking about him. but I didn't make a difference. I couldn't reach an orgasm.
G-- honestly didn't seem to notice. whether that's a statement on his character or just a side effect of the weed on his part, I don't know if I'll ever know. eventually, he went over to his pants to pull out his own set of condoms. he crawled on top of me, squishing me flat into the bed and holding me tightly. I liked it. I liked it like this because it reminded me so much of him. because this is the way he usually fucked me. he tried to put his dick in me and I realized another horrible thing.
I also couldn't get wet.
it didn't make any sense to me. I have always bragged about how I was constantly wet, how even when I wasn't feeling horny I could probably put something up there with no problem. and now, nothing? worse than nothing because when he put his dick in, it felt like he was just rubbing a balloon against my skin. there was no pleasure at all. And it didn't get any better. the entire time, I was just as dry. I wanted this. I was horny, I was imagining him being the one fucking me, he had teased me enough with the fingering. I didn't understand what was happening.
I didn't say anything about it, though. mostly because I didn't realize that's what was going on at first. I truly thought maybe he was just so small that he couldn't get it in all the way that was rubbing it on the outside. I don't like to bring that up when that happens. not really trying to injure the egos of these guys. that's how you get murdered. besides, I did like the feeling of having somebody on top of me like that. I love the feeling of being squished flat into a bed. it doesn't even have to be sex. just a feeling of somebody's body on top of me, a weighted blanket that helps calm my nerves. although, it was incredibly distressing and annoying when he also decided to stick his fucking tongue in my ear. what the fuck is wrong with people? why would anybody like that? I had never encountered anybody doing that to you before and now I had gotten two in one day. What absolute shit luck.
he warned me before he came even though he was wearing a condom. I guess I'm going to verify that it was going to be over soon? I'm not sure why, but he didn't last very long. or maybe he did and it just felt like it wasn't very long. maybe that's something weed does. I'm not sure, but my guess is that he didn't last very long because since it was so uncomfortable for me, I feel like I would have noticed it was taking a long time because I would have wanted it to be over. it's happened to me a few times where the guy just keeps going and going and going and I really would like it to be over cuz I'm not enjoying myself that much. usually with blowjobs.
After he came, we lay next to each other and snuggled. we talked, but I don't remember what about. mostly, we just laid there silently next to each other. we did a lot of touching. I have this thing where when I'm resting my hand on somebody, my fingers like to move in circles or little patterns. just soft touches that happen naturally. I did it all the time with him. just because I like feeling that physical connection. G-- was stroking my hair over and over again. this part, I feel like lasted a very long time. there were a few times or my brain would check in and be like, ‘oh we're still doing this?’ I liked it, though. I like the gentle soft touches, the care that he was putting in to make sure that I was feeling good.
suddenly that changed to him spanking me, though. that really sure how that started, but this also went on for a very long time. for some reason, I also had this fascination with him putting his fingers in my mouth. he would run his thumb along my lips and I would open them up for him to put in between my teeth and bite down gently. when he had my ass in the air to get a better angle for spanking, I took one of his fingers in my mouth is there a sucking on it. I'm not sure why I did it. probably has something to do with the weed. I was enjoying myself, just not sure why that happened.
the spanking went on for what seems like forever before he finally decided to put on another condom and fucking again. I was hoping that maybe this time the result will be different, since I had had plenty of time to get wet again. but it wasn't. I was still just as dry. I still wasn't able to cum. when he asked if I had, I lied. it was the first time I'd ever had to lie. I didn't want him to feel bad since it seemed to be not his fault. we laid there for a little longer, Cuddling and touching each other again before he finally decided he should leave. it was 1:00 a.m. . he acted all surprised by how long we had been in bed together.
he left me $200 on the table, then went home.
it was a very confusing mix. on the one hand, he was definitely the encounter I had liked the most. he was the nicest, fucked me in a way I actually enjoyed, and actually seem to care about how I was feeling the whole time. on the other hand, the actual sex itself was quite disappointing. he was short, the sex was short, and I just could not get any pleasure from it at all. this is one of those times where I wonder if I hadn't been under any sort of influence if I actually would have enjoyed myself. I've had this thought before. I actually had it the first night that I slept with him, since I was pretty drunk. that issue was easily solved, though, when the next time we fucked I was completely sober and I enjoyed myself just as much.
not sure if that will happen with G-- or not.
he says that he travels to Texas every now and then. that he wouldn't mind meeting up again. maybe I should. I'm not sure. in Texas weed probably wouldn't be involved, so it would be a good experiment to see if I get wet at all with him. the problem is, 200 is not a lot and I have so many more people in Texas who would be willing to pay me more for sex that is just as bad.
Total Earned: $2,600
Body Count: 11
Dick Pics: 10
Sex Ranking:
B------
Him
T----
P------
F----
G--
R--
T------
J--
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🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨
Gonna do 10 songs cuz I cannot limit these things!!!!! I’m also giving rationale because I don’t have many outlets for these things. Thank you so much @frostysfrenzy !!
I Don’t Smoke No Government Weed - BA Johnston: I’ve seen BA like 8 or 9 times. I love everything that man puts out. This song though?? National anthem material for real. Me and my friends blast this song constantly.
Thirteen - Big Star: I like this song because it’s such a cute song about childhood crushes. I remember being that age and craving that kind of thing, but in the long run, my desire to be constantly playing street hockey won out.
Still Beating - Mac DeMarco: I listened to this song a lot when I first moved out on my own for the first time. I’d been living with my boyfriend and even though we were still together, he was an hour away and it tore me apart even though I didn’t realize it. I gravitated to this song because of the words “honey my heart still beats for you, even though you don’t feel it” and I wrote them on an old Polaroid of us and gave it to him. He still has it and it makes me happy 💖💖
When I Come Around - Nap Eyes: I originally only listened to this song because the music video had footage of my favourite (now closed) bar where I played my first real shows. Now it’s on all my playlists. I’ve seen Nap Eyes a few times but they’ve never played this live and it bums me out.
Stephanie Says - Velvet Underground: I love this song because a) the tune is really is pretty and b) the lyrics are also really sweet. It has the same vibes as Sunday Morning which is a song my dad and I used to listen to a lot over morning coffee when I was young. Stephanie Says for me is both a reminder of my independence as well as an acknowledgement of who and what I love no matter how independent I get.
Chelsea Hotel #2 - Leonard Cohen: this song is absolutely beautiful and I listen to it almost daily. Knowing now that it’s about Janis Joplin makes me love it even more. My grandmother and I both love Leonard so we often listen to this song while we make crafts :,)
Unsatisfied - The Replacements: I first heard this song (the whole album really) just after I’d moved across the country before grade 10. In a lot of ways, the whole album reminds me of how lonely I was and how alienated I felt by the small town I’d moved to. These days, I use this song as a test. Sometimes when my life is at a crossroads, I listen to this song to really ask myself if I’m satisfied. If the answer is no, I make a life change.
Some Might Say (Demo version) - Oasis: I found this version entirely by accident in the summer of 2019 and it’s been one of my favourite songs since. It takes me right back to the time I visit my FWB’s family home and his dad bought me a pack of Du Maurier’s so we could smoke and talk about life together.
An Ending - Brian Eno: I listened to this a lot in the summer of 2019 when I regularly started or ended work at 5am. It reminds me of smoking a cigarette while watching the sunrise, thinking about life the universe and everything.
Further The Thrill - Heaven For Real: I only recently heard this band and I’ve loved them ever since. Me and my girls went to the kick off of their album release tour on a whim and it was one of the few shows to actually blow me away. It was the first time I’d visited my old town since one of my friends passed away and I was really scared of what feelings would be brought up for me. It turned out to be a great night with my girls and I was able to heal from that loss a little bit.
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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School
WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!
Part 2 can be found here
Heartslabyul
Riddle Rosehearts:
- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑
- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family
- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it
- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?
- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class
Ace Trappola:
- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it
- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥
- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways
- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool
- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head
Deuce Spade:
- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record
- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿
- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened
- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean
- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time
Trey Clover:
- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes
- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈
- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely
- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo
- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear
Cater Diamond:
- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵
- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry
- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok
- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous
- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun
Savanaclaw
Leona Kingscholar:
- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates
- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old
- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄
- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them
- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one
Ruggie Bucchi:
- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event
- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash
- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books
- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭
- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs
Jack Howl:
- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer
- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀
- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are
- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”
- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”
Octavinelle
Azul Ashengrotto:
- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself
- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up
- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”
- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭
- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in
Jade Leech:
- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner
- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬
- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him
- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk
- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between
Floyd Leech:
- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them
- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬
- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*
- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes
- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers
Scarabia
Kalim Al Asim:
- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡
- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”
- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either
- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask
- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies
Jamil Viper:
- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear
- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔
- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.
- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*
- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy
Pomefiore
Vil Schoenheit:
- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨
- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target
- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume
- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight
- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses
Rook Hunt:
- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him
- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯
- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms
- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi
- Wears literally anything but always include a hat
Epel Felmier:
- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑🎨
- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking
- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself
- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*
- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in
Ignihyde
Idia Shroud:
- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴
- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch
- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore
- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success
- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye
Ortho Shroud:
- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games
- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang
- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him
- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰
- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy
Diasomnia
Malleus Draconia:
- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁
- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo
- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too
- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test
- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch
Lilia Vanrouge:
- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible
- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒
- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow
- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too
- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath
Silver:
- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷
- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason
- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides
- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight
- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl
Sebek Zigvolt:
- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class
- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people
- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤
- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you
- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots
I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.
#anime#twisted wonderland#twst#riddle rosehearts#ace trappola#deuce spade#trey clover#cater diamond#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#kalim al asim#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#twst silver#sebek zigvolt#twst headcanons
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This might be a weird question and it's fine if you don't want to answer but in your headcanons for Luther you mentioned that you think Klaus let him try weed for the first time. Do you have any headcanons how that would've went? I'm feeling kinda shitty and I could use something cute.
Hahaha yesssss I doooo
It happens after they spend the day knocking down the wall between Vanya’s and Klaus’ rooms (with Vanya’s permission.)
It’s one of those rare times when both Pogo and Reginald are out of the house for a few days.
Obviously Luther does most of the work but Klaus... supervises.
They’ve fallen into a comfortable routine since Klaus moved back. There’s an unspoken rule of “don’t mention dad or training or superpowers and we’ll get along just fine.”
The thing is there isn’t much to talk about other than their shared childhood... they have nothing else in common.
So they spend their days between awkward silences and even more awkward conversations about old movies or Mom’s cooking.
It’s weird without a buffer between them. No Diego to rile things up, no Ben to keep the peace, no Allison as the voice of reason.
Luther couldn’t name a time during their childhood when Klaus and Luther had spent so long together.
It doesn’t surprise him when Klaus asks for help because Luther knows he’s just there to do most of the work.
He helps anyway. Why not? There’s no missions, no training... he’s got nothing else to do.
They’re just finishing up with the cleanup, putting away paints and rearranging furniture, when Klaus mentions the weed in his pocket.
Luther surprises even himself when he asks if he can join.
ABSOLUTELY HE CAN!
So they sit on dusty furniture (neither of them had thought of tarps) and smoke some weed.
Luther claims it doesn’t effect him after the first few hits and Klaus rolls his eyes. Cuz sure Jan.
THEN Luther starts giggling. Like a lot. And Klaus joins in because 1. He’s on a lot stronger stuff than just marijuana and 2. This is hilarious.
What do they talk about? Anything and everything.
For the first time they talk without barriers or awkward silences.
Luther talks about space and the moon and physics.
Which turns into “are there ghosts in space?” And “could Klaus see alien ghosts?”
Klaus tries to convince Luther the moon is flat. Not the earth. The moon.
They discuss music. Klaus let’s Luther write his favorite lyrics on Vanya’s- now- Klaus’ newly painted walls.
Luther’s nails are painted. Klaus sits on Luther’s back as he does push ups.
They just bond even when the marijuana wears off because Luther can’t bring himself to leave.
It’s a really nice time.
#tua#umbrella academy#the umbrella academy#klaus hargreeves#luther hargreeves#luther headcanons#tua headcanons#drug use mentioned#drug use#tua asks
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Is there any background info you can give on characters in WTSAU?
Like any cool hc you give the characters?
okay i have SO MANY 😩 but i can’t say all the best ones until later cuz they involve SPOILERS
so i’ll try to say all the ones i can with the information given:
Style:
- Kyle’s had feelings for Stan since he realized he was gay, which was in middle school. When Stan came out as bi he told Kyle first, before Wendy, even though they were dating at the time. Kyle’s insecurities prevented from acting on his feelings even after they broke up.
- Wendy has pegged Stan in the past, but Kyle is the first guy Stan’s ever been with. Wendy has come around to support their relationship since the events of ETL chapter 4.
- Stan is always the first one to say ‘I love you’.
- Kyle was the last one in their big friend group to lose his virginity, but he has one of the highest sex drives of the guys. He and Stan switch off being top almost equally, but Kyle prefers to top and Stan prefers to bottom. they fuck daily.
- When they want to have a hard, passionate fuck Kyle tops. when they want to have slow, emotional sex Stan tops. Kyle has slight sadist tendencies (inflicts pain) and Stan has masochist tendencies (receives pain). Stan is especially into breathplay (choking, face sitting, crushing, etc.) and assplay. he’s the best ass eater (so call him a bottom feeder 😂) and Kyle’s superior in the blowjob department.
- Stan has hyperhidrosis, meaning he sweats more than the average person. this is why their rooms/the truck/anywhere they fuck smells so strong. there’s a few hints for this in ETL/WTSAU, he keeps antiperspirant in his locker and in the truck, he gets really sweaty whenever they have sex. Stan also has asthma and acne, which Kyle’s been helping him treat. Kyle loves popping his zits for him.
- Conversely, Kyle is super hygienic and always tries to keep himself clean and dry. when Sharon comes into Stan’s room in chapter 1 and describes the smell, the gym locker scent is Stan, the Old Spice is Kyle, and the ‘inside of a rubber balloon’ is their latex lubricant.
- Everyone at school considers them the obnoxious, overly romantic couple. they hold hands, cuddle, kiss, and dirty talk in front of everyone. they think they can get away with it without people noticing but they’re chronically conspicuous and not stealthy. the working title for the fanfic was actually ‘Ain’t Slick’ for a while before it changed to What They Say About Us!
- they’re fucking devoted to each other and are exclusively monogamous. Stan is especially protective of Kyle and Kyle is fiercely possessive of Stan.
- Kyle applied as a math major in his college applications, and will eventually get a PhD for logic and set theory. Stan’s a bio major and wants to go into physical therapy.
- Stan doesn’t smoke weed out of principle (because of his dad) so Kyle also doesn’t smoke in solidarity.
- Kyle is a type 2 diabetic, and doesn’t need to always take insulin. his weight gain began with the World of Warcraft episode and was maintained instead of lost like in the show. his weight is a cyclical feedback loop of: genetics (mom’s side of the family), too much insulin (when using insulin therapy), and diet. this led to him developing lordosis (excessive weight warps his spine) so he didn’t grow as tall as he would have, and makes his weight appear more exaggerated. short stature, weight, and body image issues led to quitting basketball which in turn contributes more to his weight. this impacts his self-worth which leads to stress eating. his biggest fear is that he’ll never stop gaining weight and will end up as big or bigger than Cartman.
- Stan has gained a few pounds since he started dating Kyle, while Kyle has lost a few.
Cutters/Bunnyman/Kenrietta:
- Kenny is straight, but has voluntarily sucked dick before. he and henrietta have hooked up a few times in the past after running into each other at poetry slam events which Kenny takes Karen to.
- Butters and Cartman are exclusively gay, and think girls are fucking gross. they’ve only every slept with each other.
- Kenny, Cartman, and Butters are all best friends and do pretty much everything together. even though Butters and Cartman are dating, Kenny never feels like a third wheel because they rarely act romantic in front of anyone (including him). however, when Style start dating and Cutters come out about their relationship, Kenny begins feeling like a fifth wheel.
- Butters lives almost entirely at Cartman’s house. His parents actually don’t mind because they enjoy not having him around. Liane is 100% the cool mom from mean girls who asks them if they want snacks or a condom. Sometimes all three of them crash at Kenny’s house for variety (or when he has to watch Karen because his mom is drinking/out of the house).
- Kenny wants to study psychology in college and become a family therapist or social worker. he’s taking a gap year to save money then going to community college. Cartman and Butters applied to the same schools and plan to stick together long-term.
- Butters and Cartman’s relationship started as experimenting with each other as their sexualities developed, and began after Cartman confided that he had sexual feelings for Kyle. Cartman and Butters have also developed genuine feelings for each other, and overtime their relationship transformed into what it is now. because of how their relationship started, they’re very open about any sexual feelings they have for other people and have a ‘hall pass’ for friends they’re allowed to fuck if given the chance, without it considered cheating.
- Butters is a huge gossip. he will promise to keep secrets and then immediately turn around and tell Cartman--which totally happened after Kyle said he thinks Stan has a crush on him in ETL chapter 2. Butters and Cartman keep nothing from each other, and the only secrets they won’t tell are the ones about each other.
- Kenny is the easiest of the larger friend group to confide in, and keeps every secret he’s given. he’s known Cartman and Butters have been together since the beginning, about Cartman’s crush on Kyle, and Kyle’s crush on Stan. People naturally come to him for advice and to vent. The least likely person to confide in him is Kyle, who’s more likely to curl in on himself instead of expressing his feelings.
-SO much shit about Cartman and Butters’ relationship I can’t say yet because it comes up in the fic 😩 please ask me about these two again later when i can say more!!!
Creek:
- Tweek is a dom top and Craig’s his catamite. they try to get away with sex anywhere they can and have gotten very stealthy because of it. Tweek also has one of the highest sex drives of their friend group, and Craig will let him do whatever he wants anywhere, anytime.
- Tweek is constantly high on stimulants (cocaine, meth, adderall, etc.) and Craig experiments with him in certain settings. this is what gives Tweek his boosted self-confidence and flippant attitude.
- Pete Thelman (hair flip goth) is their coke dealer. Tweek trades him his ADHD meds for it, which Pete resells to posers. If Tweek doesn’t have enough to cover the cost he and Craig make up the rest by giving Pete sexual favors. sometimes they have threesomes for fun too.
- Tweek and Craig both think Kyle is hot and would fuck him given the chance. being open about this with each other makes them feel closer and strengthens their relationship. they have roleplayed as Stan and Kyle in bed before while high out of their minds.
- they're deeply in love and would do anything for each other. Craig could get Tweek to stop taking drugs if he wanted to but right now they enjoy experimenting with them together. in the words of everyone who know them, ‘Tweek and Craig are perfectly fucked up for each other’.
Kyle’s family:
- Sheila’s biggest regret as a parent is letting Kyle get fat, because she was also overweight as a kid and dealt with the same issues he does now. It’s the same reason she feels obligated to help Kyle’s cousin overcome his weight dilemma (by trying to get him and Stan to hang out).
- Ike is an eboy who loves lil peep. He, Karen, Tricia, and Firkle all make tiktoks together and complain about their gay older brothers/friends.
- random fun fact: If Ike and Karen get married that would mean Kyle and Kenny are brothers-in-law, which would mean the main five all end up as extended family to one another.
Stan’s family:
- Sharon has plans to divorce Randy but is waiting until Stan leaves for college to not uproot him from school and his friends.
- Grandpa Marsh is still kickin’ in the old folks home and Shelly’s off in college.
- Randy’s a narcissist who lives vicariously through Stan’s accomplishments in sports. the easiest way to explain it is: Randy’s not as proud of Stan for being a successful athlete and attractive jock as he is proud of himself for producing one. Stan’s ability to get laid with (he presumes) hot girls makes Randy feel like he has game too. one of the reasons he’s disgusted by Stan’s relationship with Kyle is if Stan’s fucking some big fat guy it doesn’t align with his narrative.
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this is just the stuff i could think of off the top of my head, i’ll probably come back and add more to this as i remember it. ask me again in a few chapters!!! i have so much i want to say about bunnyman, cutters, the future for style, and their families that i can’t say yet!
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A hood love story: G.D
Warnings: violence, sexual innuendos, a lot of cursing.
Pairing: Grayson Dolan X female reader.
Summary: bottom line is... remember where tf you came from.
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Friday night lights.....most basic ass idea for a football game.
Just a whole shit-ton of rich ass white kids, acting like they hard when in actuality they have no awareness of anything outside of thier little gated community.
They weren't aware of the situation Grayson was in.
They either villainize him and where he's from, Or they romanticize where he's from. Either way they never talk to him.
They talk to ethan though, because unlike his brother he decided to just forget who he was and where he came from...that including his brother.
But you didn't think like them, you didn't treat people differently because of where they come from, or where they live. So you became friends with gray, best friends, and y'all were together all the time.
"hey gray you tryna go to the game today? You asked leaning on the locker next to his.
"there's a game?"
"yea against the cougars, you wanna go?"
"....mmm" gray never really went to any school event because well...he was kind of a loner, you didn't blame him tho.
"pleeeeeaaaseee, gray can we?" You asked with pleading eyes, and a quivering pouty lip.
"...fine"
"YESSIRRR, let's goo" you shouted, and skipped to class.
You went through the next couple of classes pretty quickly, went home, did some homework and waited for Grayson to come over.
"when you coming over hoe"
"I'm already outside, come on"
You run outside lock the door, hop in the car and head back to the school. The game had already started, but no one had scored yet. You and gray sit on the bleachers, and eat some popcorn.
"who you think finna win?" Gray said shoving food in his mouth. "I don't know, but prolly not our school, they haven't won a game in like...ever."
"true true" gray nodding in agreement untill his phone starts ringing. "Ayo hold up I gotta take this."
"hmm oh okay, I'll stay here" reassuring him. He walks to the back of the bleachers, "yo, wassup?"
*Anonymous* "Ayo when I see you, you getting lit tf up".
"Whoa, what? Who is this?" Gray asked confused as too who was tryna kill him.
"you know who this is lil bruh, it's daymen, oscars brother. You stole some shit from him the other day, and gave it to ya lil rich ass friends."
"what? Rich ass friends? Ion got no rich ass friends."
"okay okay, so you gon lie to me now huh?, Alright look, bring my lil brother his money or you getting lit tf up, and I take ya lil bitch for myself. You know the fine one, wit the braids."
"Don't you fuckin touch her."
Meanwhile you on the bleachers
"bitch what the fuck are you talking about?" Looking at claire and her lil posse.
"you know what I'm talking about, how long you been fucking my boyfriend."
"claire....who's your boyfriend?" You ask genuinely curious, because you do not keep tabs on miss bam-ba-lam-my-cars-a-hundred-grand.
"Grayson is duh." Because apperently that was common knowledge.
"g-grayson, Grayson Dolan the brother of Ethan Dolan, correct, just to make sure, Grayson with a "a" and a "o" not a I or a E. That Grayson?" Ya know...just to be clear.
"yes that Grayson, god are you dense?!"
"Oh no ma'am very much I am not, because the only grayson i know, don't fuck with bitches like you. Oh hell no, cuz yall don't fuck with people like him. And out of the mother fucking blue, he's your man, sweet-pea, i-is that what you telling me?" Because miss ma'am got you fucked alllll the way up.
"oh really how are you gonna tell me who I'm dating, I had sex with and who stole weed for me?" You pause....
"bruh what? Ugh now I know you tripping because Grayson don't fucking smo-"
"Aye, come on! Games boring anyway." Grayson yells from the bottom of the bleachers.
"alrighty well, miss. Thing I don't know what to tell you. Gods speed finding your Grayson because mine don't smoke." You picked up your things and walked with gray back to the car.
"hey what was the call about?" You asked
"huh? Oh it's was just my mom asking how long we were gonna stay at the game, I told her for the next hour so we could go do something else." He said.
You notice he kept looking around a lot, like he's was paranoid, waiting for something to happen.
"gray you good? You keep looking around, what's wrong?" You out ur hand on his shoulder concerned.
"huh?! Ohh nothing nothing let's go, come on"
He drags you to the car, and open the door for you, and he gets in the driver's side and drives off.
"ok I guess, um whatcha wanna do, wanna go to the park, or that on abandoned house that has a perfect view of the sunset, or ice cream, or ice cream and sunset. You looked at him, lip pouting head turn to the side, waiting for answer.
"uhh...ice cream only I wanna get you home okay?" He sighs, hands gripping the wheel tight as hell.
"umm what no I don't wan-"
"No! I have to get you home. I just, I just do, okay? Please I'm sorry for yelling come here." As you two pull in to the ice cream parlor's parking lot.
You lean in and he kisses you on your forehead, " I just need to be safe okay, it's late I don't want you out at night okay?"
"what? What do you mean I'm with you?"
He walks to your side of the car to open the door, "I know but....you cant be around me now at night at least it's not safe." After you get out he walks to the counter and tells you the get a table, you stand puzzled for a bit but you go anyway.
when he gets back with two oreo milkshakes, you ask him, "gray wait why isn't it safe? Why can't I be around you? What going on?." You ask frantic, worried your friend is in some sort of trouble.
"just because you can't don't- who is that?"
He asks leaned down a little.
"who is who? You turn around, and see a car speeding towards you both." Gray grabs your arm and pulls you down.
"GET DOWN! GO RUN BACK TO THE CAR!"
You do, you get to the car get inside and lean down, then you hear gun shots fire.
*bow bow bow bow*
The car skids off and everything is quiet, you look up and you see Grayson laid out on the ground. "oh my god...".
You get out hesitantly walking towards his body, "g-gray...baby, please oh God please no, god don't tell me he's gone" tears streaming down your face, you can't bare to walk any closer, and you drop to your knees and sob.
"no..please not my best friend." As the smoke clears you say this, the sun is setting in the background, it's a somber feeling somehow you feel safe and sad at the same time, while in that same moment your best friend, very much could be breathing his last breaths.
Then, like the miracle baby he is, Grayson wakes up, with a hell of pain in his shoulder. "Wha-? Ohh fuck my shoulder, holy shit, wait where's? Hey, hey, pretty girl why you crying?" He asks litterally sitting up looking at you holding his shoulder.
You stop crying, eyes shoot open. "Wha- GRAY!!" you run over and hug him, crying.
"i-i thought you were dead, *sniff* you were-*sniff* laying there not moving." Say sobbing into his shoulder.
He holds you with his good arm, "shh shh, it's ok, I'm not dead baby, I'm right here, I'm bleeding out of my shoulder and I should probably go to the hospital, but im not dead." His head sitting on top of yours
"oh shit, yea okay let's go." You help him to the car and start driving, you drop him off at the hospital and tell him you're gonna go take care of something.
You get back in your car and drive to a harbor, you then park and start disassembling his gun.
"god...I don't even know why he has this thing, granted he did get shot at but for fucks sake." You mumbled to yourself.
You speed back to the hospital,the doctors tell you he already out of surgery and he's doing fine, and they tell you his room number.
You walk back to his room. "Hey...Grayson baby, you okay?" You whisper not wanting to scare him.
"hmm? Oh yea hey come in." He's sitting up in bed both of his arms in slings. "Can you do me a favors and grab my juice box?"
You look on his tray and there's a little apple juice, juice box on it. "Oh yea sure sweetie." You poke the straw through the hole and hold it up to his mouth.
"Thank you."
"your welcome lovie." The doctor came in. "Ah, I see your already on it, that's good, very sweet of you." You look at him confused.
"um care to explain sir, or am I slow."
He chuckles, "my apologies, um since your friend, I'm assuming has two bad shoulder that have made him unable to move his arms at all he will need around the clock assistance."
You set down the juice box that he basically breathed in. "What do you mean both shoulders I thought he only got shot in one?"
"oh he did but his other shoulder is slightly sprained it's should heal up in a around 2 and a half weeks, while the other shoulder should take at most 4, but normally three. So due to his situation, his arm mobility is hindered untill a later date." He says with his arms crossed over his clip board.
You sit next to gray and look at him, "well I'm down, it's not like we don't spend every single second with each anyway." Gray laughs, "yea I guess thats true."
The doctors clear him and you help him get dressed but since it was late you threw a hoodie on him since there was no use for the sleeves.
You both get in the car and drive to your house, "come on gray we gotta get you to sleep." You tap and rub his tummy to wake him.
You get him up and walk up stairs to your bathroom. "Ok lemme brush your teeth." You sit on the sink and brush for him.
"okay that's done. Um alright it's 2 am ur tired I'm tired we can do the rest tomorrow okay?" You ask Grayson who's barley keeping his eyes open. "Okayyy." He says yawning.
"all right let's go to bed." You walk him over to the side of the bed and help him sit down.
" all right be careful and don't drop all the way down be careful not to lose your- oh fuck!"
You both lost your balance and fell on the bed, your on top of him millimeters away from his face. You never really looked at Grayson that way, never really looked at his eyes, dark as the ocean pulling you deeper and deeper to the point where you don't care if you drown.
Or his lips, they look so soft and smooth, if you were to kiss them it would feel like silk pillows. His lips..."oh fuck his lips."
Grayson catches your eyes staring at his lips and he sits up. "My lips baby, hmm that what you want?" You both sitting up on the bed. "Where? Your neck, cheek?" He drags his nose up the side of your neck to your ear.
"or that pretty little pussy?"
You gasp and get up off of him. "Um okay time to go to bed for real this time. Uh you good? you okay? Need any thing?"
"uh nah, nah I'm good. I guess...I'm laying flat then?" You turn to look at him.
"um yea I think that would be best."
You both start to relax and go to sleep.
"hey gray? I gotta ask you something, you know what's up with clair because she came up to me claiming I'm fucking her boyfriend, who's apperently you and also you stole some weed for her and that just dosent make sense to me."
He jerks his head to look at you "wait what!? When?"
"when you left to answer the phone she said your her boyfriend and she would know the person's she's been fucking and the guy who stole weed for her."
"so that's why- ughh fucking ethan."
"what? What about him? And what was that phone call about?"
He sighed "okay so I got a phone call from this guy named daemin, and I guess he thinks I stole weed from his little brother oscar, and I guess he's been watching me or something he said if I don't get his money he'll light my ass up and he'd go for my lil bitch himself, the one with the braids."
"oh shit so it was Ethan who stole the weed and prolly gave that guy your number, and prolly claimed he was you...now what the fuck wrong with claire?"
"Claire don't know that theres two of us and she don't talk to people he's friends with so he probably lied to her to."
Laying there in shock you think to yourself. "What kinda fucked up shit you got going on to lie about your whole identity and pretend to be your twin brother that you treat like shit?"
"ion know ask him."
You said it outloud.... again. "Oh shit my bad. But I will actually."
"what? No don't-"
"no gray this shit is crazy. YOU GOT SHOT! I'm not gonna let him get away with that shit gray! Now go to bed."
He sighs and closes his eyes.
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Next morning comes around. You wake up early to make grays' breakfast. A protein shake with some greek yogurt mixed with fruit.
You go back upstairs and he's awake.
"hey boo sorry to keep you waiting. I was making your breakfast. Need help?"
"yeth please."
"okay silly, sit up, legs out, and stand up on three okay? One, two, three...theeeere we go."
You walk over to the bathroom. Brush his teeth, wash his face and...help him pee.
"okay so how do you wanna do this gray?"
"umm you could hold it? If you wanna."
"seriously grayson. But that's like-"
"look your gonna have to bathe me at one point within these three weeks so like might as well get used to it."
"mm true, gosh okay."
You pull his pants down quickly trying to get this over with as soon as possible.
"okay so do I just like h-hold it or something? Or like do I just let it hang there?"
"no no you got to hold it bro otherwise I'll piss on myself then you have to change my pants and my underwear and wipe my legs down."
"ewww... Okay okay I guess this is better. Um sorry if my hands are cold."
"your all good."
"speaking of shower, let's just get that out the way because you haven't showered in a brick."
He sighs "alright"
You help him get his clothes off and turn on the shower.
"alright hop in big dic- oop- I mean big head." You giggle to yourself.
"ouu ok baby, oh and just for pure curiosity, which head?"
You slowly turn to him. "The one that made you think of that dumbass question, goofy get in, naughty ass."
"okay! Okay! Shit you the naughty one." Said with a smirk followed by a failed and painful attempt to slap your ass.
"ow! Ow! Fuck my shoulder!"
"and that's what ya get, hop in." You say giving him a pinch on the ass.
"what a nice butt, good for you!"
"thank you queen." He smiles
"your welcome king." And proceed to bathe him
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A couple hours later you left Grayson at home with him and a tv and left out all the snacks on the counter at a reachable level, whole you went out and....handle some business.
On the phone: "hey, meet me at the bleachers okay I need to talk to you about something."
"uh yea sure I'll be there."
A couple hours later, your sitting on the bleachers with the cold New Jersey air, causing your nose to become ice cold.
"hey." You jumped.
"oh shit! Oh hey sorry you scared me."
"ha, yea um sorry about that, so what did you wanna talk about?"
Now to most that seems like a very obvious question, it'd go something like 'hey why the fuck did you lie about your identity and completely drop your twin fucking brother'. Right? No.
The problem is you and Ethan have history, which also adds to the reason why your a lot closer to gray than Ethan and was like the breaking point of Ethan and Grayson relationship.
Basically in freshman year of highschool you and Ethan....dated?? Well no you did date but...it was shorted lived because he decided to cheat...on you. Crazy right? I know. And you'll never guess who he cheated on you with.....Claire!!! Isn't that amazing, what a coincidence.
So the day you found out was kinda intense.....
"What is wrong with you!"
"Why would you do that to her!"
"As long as we've know her!"
"Huh Ethan! What's the matter with you! Who raised you! It wasn't ma! I most definitely wasn't dad!"
Grayson being the lovely, kind, understanding soul that he is decided to give Ethan a piece of his mind after consoling you in the living room.
"Jesus Grayson! It wasn't even that bad!"
With his hands on his hips, mouth ajar and eyes bugging out of his head.
"you've gotta be shitting me. You made out with the bitch ON SNAPCHAT! THEY GOT YOU IN 4K BRO! What do you mean it isn't that bad!"
"look why does it bother you so much? Like it's not your relationship. It's mine."
"Because your my brother and I love you and I love her to, I want her to be loved and appreciated the way she deserves, and I expected better from you, I never thought, my brother, a fucking scumbag of a man. Had the audacity to cheat on his girl. I guess I stand fucking corrected."
They sit in silence for a while. Your in the living room nervous because you've seen them fight of course but, never this heated.
"well if you love so damn much you be with her, I don't fucking want her if there's gonna be this much drama."
Time for you to get angry.
"First of all motherfucker you cheated! Don't you fucking switch this around on me."
Grayson stands in front of you, tear filling your eyes by the gallons.
"I fuckin loved you....so much, so hard...I did. And this what you fucking do...this the last time I love someone as much as I loved you."
And with that you stormed out. Grayson followed disgusted with his brother.
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"....so what did you wanna talk about."
You snap back into reality.
"umm well one your fucking brother was shot!"
He jumps back. "What?! Was he really? When by who?"
"a few days ago. most likely by a guy named oscar...who shot him because apparently, Grayson 'sober4L' Dolan™, stole weed from him. Now the only people in this damn highschool that smoke are those rich ass kids you hang out with, and gray got a phone call about this whole situation and claimed that if he didn't get his money or the weed back, he was gonna shoot up him and take his lil girlfriend, 'the one with the braids'."
He rocks back and forth anxiously, knowing he was caught.
"and of course the only girl he's around with braids is me."
"okay look i-"
"Aht aht wait, I'm not done."
"because at the same time grayson was on the phone I had and interaction with the lovely ms.claire. She claimed I was 'fucking her boyfriend' and I asked who and she said 'grayson the one who stole weed for me'."
He puts his head in his hands.
"so now I'm looking at her like she dumb because we both know Grayson dosent smoke, so a couple hours later I ask grayson about the situation and then he tells me about the phone call, so we put two and two together."
"so gray got a call from someone claiming he stole thier weed, claire your lovely girlfriend enlightened me on the fact that I was sleeping with her boyfriend, who stole weed for her. Knowing Grayson is neither dating her or smokes. So who on earth, could have Grayson's number, steal Grayson name and identity and create a whole new fucking life. Oh hmm let's start with the fuck-amato who made the fuck sure no one knew he was a twin and also dates the girl that my ex boyfriend cheated on me with...who just so happens to be the fucking twin. what do you have to say for yourself?"
There is a pause between you and him.
"umm....I'm sorry."
"y-your sorry....SORRY YA BROTHER GOT SHOT AND ITS ALL YOUR- you know what here what we're gonna do."
You pull out your phone and you had saved daemin's number.
"you are gonna call oscar and tell him the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and tell him you'll get his lil cousin his money back okay?" Because if not I will..."
"okay, okay, call him."
You call and the phone starts ringing. He picks up.
"hello?"
"hey daemin I have the actual guy you wanted to shoot at and damn near kill"
"word? Who is it then?"
"his twin brother."
"ohhhh shit. Aw damn aye is gray good man I feel like shit he didn't deserve this."
"he's fine but his brother ethan, on the other hand is the guy you should've got, but look since I don't want both of them shot the fuck up he is gonna over there and hand you the money okay?"
"shit alright"
You end the phone call and he sends you the address.
"alright let's go."
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You and Ethan pull up to daemin's house.
"look when we get in here don't say shit give him the fckn money and don't say shit."
"alright alright"
You walk towards the door and knock on it. It's opens and there stands a guy around Ethan's height.
"um hi are you daemin?"
"yea that me, you got my money?"
"oh yea we do, Ethan give it to him"
He pulls 85 dollars out of his pocket
"here you go man, um sorry for-"
The door slammed in our faces.
"umm I guess that it-"
"how's Graysons shoulder?"
"oh it's good it's getting better I gotta get back to him though, he can't do everything by himself."
"alright cool I just wanted to make sure, does he need anything like I got bandages and a first aid."
"oh no no its fine my mom's a nurse I got all the stuff I need thank you though."
"alright bye drive safe"
"okay thank you!"
You and Ethan get back to the car.
Ethan turns to you. "Um he's nicer than expected."
"yea...um okay, I'm gonna take you back home. "
"yup okay sounds cool. "
The drive to Ethan's was awkward and quiet. He still stayed at him and Graysons childhood home. You haven't been there in years.
"well here we are. God it still looks the same."
"yea hasn't changed since the last time you've been here."
You turn to look at him.
"alrighty well- mphm"
Ethan kisses you holding the side of your face.
"I miss you. I do. I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you. You didn't deserve that, I took you for granted. Please give me another chance."
Your in shock to say the least. Staring at him in disbelief.
"...no Ethan."
"what? What do you mean?!"
"I mean no, I'm not going to go back to you I don't feel that way about you. And honestly once a cheater always a cheater, I just can't give myself back to the same person that changed me emotionally, to where it's hard for me to love people as much as I used to. Like what you do if I cheated on you, would you come back to me? And be honest with yourself."
He moves his hand.
"...no"
"exactly...so don't expect me to be the same. Goodbye Ethan."
He gets out and goes inside and you drive back to your place.
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You come back home Grayson in the living room, on the couch.
You sit next to him and talk to him about what happened, he was worried and frustrated at first with the fact that you went but understood it was your life at risk to. A couple of weeks pass, Graysons wound is fixed and you guys are let out for winter break.
Spending time with Grayson made you realize, what you deserved in a relationship, the love, appreciation, affection, loyalty. All of it, you deserved it.
And you got it, you and Graysons infatuation with one another, grew bigger and bigger over winter break. The Christmas vibes, sleeping in onesies and making cookies. Making love next to the fire place, trails of kisses going down both his and your body.
Afterwords..."hey Grayson? Can I ask you something."
"of course beautiful what is it?"
"how would you feel if we went back to school, ya know together?"
"when were we going separately?"
"nooo silly like together, a thing, an "item". We go back in a relationship. If that's something you want?"
"Are fucking joking! Of course I would baby. God, I've been waiting." And with that you finally found the love of your life, whom which in the future you had your two twin daughters with. Inez and Felicity.
You've never been so content.
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Jace’s Mall adventures part one: Let’s all go to the lobby! (Mortal instruments)
Following the fathers day show in the park, Jace had mostly accepted his life as a 24/7 big toddler, and while he still could feel SOME shame, he'd learned to mostly accept it.
True it wasn't as easy when Simon and Alec had started dating, double so when the the hunter and vampire would make out in front of Jace since the big baby had been told part of the price of being a 24/7 big baby was a lost of any adult privileges, which included 'making stickies.'
Still there was other things he could direct that pent up energy into and 5 weeks after the show at the park Jace was all excited to be going to the premier of the new paw patrol movie, having become a HUGE fan of the show.
Not only was he getting to go and watch the movie, live at the cinema, But his daddies had let him have big kid cereal, a bowl of frosted flakes!
Having big kid sugar fr the first time in so long Jace was semi giddy to begin with, and unknown to both of of his daddies, he had begged and whined till Alec put in a scoop of sugar, and then like wise to Simon.
Practically vibrating in his seat as he slurped down the sugar filled milk, getting it all over his bib, he listened to his daddies have a fight.
"Come on, your the one who told him he could go. you need to handle this. you KNOW I can barely stand the show!" Alec was saying.
"Look, I HAVE to go to this meeting, or the little peace talks I've been working on, for YOU guys I might add, is gonna fall though." Simon growled.
"Damn itttt..You owe me big time for thing." Alec grumbled.
"I know I know, I'll do that thing with the cowboy boots you like so much." Simon chuckled.
Jace giggled quietly at that but having a heads, up, put on his best pouty face, sure he could totally score more treats out of this if he played his hand right.
"Buddy we have some bad news.." Simon started and Jace let the tears flow out.
20 minutes later, Jace was dressed and in his car seat, with the remains of 10 cookies smudged on his face and hands and clapping as he bounced up and down.
He was wearing of course his normal triple thick diapers since he just peed too much for a single diaper to hold up for long, but over that he had on a white diaper shirt that had a dog bone theme going on and over top of that a pair of blue denim short-alls on with a picture of chase on the front pocket.
He had on a pair of white socks and paw patrol themed light up sneakers and he was now kicking them as the sugar was getting to him.
"Eee eee eee! Gonna see paw patrol! Paw patrol paw patrol! Gonna see paw patrol all with daddyyy!" He sang, badly.
behind the wheel and already with a building head ache, Alec was dressed in black jeans and a black top, and already wondering if Simon being his cowboy stud tonight was worth the headache he was going to have.
"Jace buddy, can we lower the volume? Daddy's getting a headache." Alec tried.
"Oh no! I'll kiss your head bigger then daddy! Pull over and I'll give you a kissy! Kissy's make it all better like when I got a boo boo on my knee!" Jace said, reaching forward now and trying to grab onto Alec.
"Buddy we're almost there and I'll pull ov-"
"NOW! Now now now now now now!" Jace said and then started to kick Alec's seat.
"JACE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW AND STOP, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL DRIVE US OFF A CLIFF!" Alec exploded, then looking into the rear view mirror saw the look on jace's face and regretted his words instantly.
"Buddy Daddies sorry he didn't me-" he started to say, but got cut off.
"...-sniff- WAHHHHHHHHHH! DADDY DOESN'T LOVE MEEEE!" Jace started to bawl.
"This is going to be a long, Fucking, Day." Alec whined, pulling over and putting his head on the steering wheel, then getting out to come to the back seat and console the big baby.
After cleaning himself and Jace off of the chocolate and -ugh- booger and tears, they made it to the cinema with only a few minutes to spare.
It had taken promising Jace to let him have a big gulp soda to get the water works to finally stop, and with how sudden they did Alec couldn't help but wonder if he'd been played.
As they stood in line to get the drinks and snacks (the tickets had been purchased already thankfully) Jace suddenly got excited and started to wave to a group of boys and if it hadn't of been for the iron gripe Alec had on the babies other hand he would of gone running over.
"HI KEITH! KEVIN! IT'S JACE! YOU KNOW? FROM THE PARK!" Jace hollered, trying to get their attention.
"Jeez Jace, was that loud enough? I don't think they heard you in china." Alec muttered, and turned to see four boys coming over.
"Oh hey! it's the big little guy." Kevin said smirking.
"Wheres your daddy?" Keith asked.
"Huh? Right here!" Jace said and then Glomped on Alec's arm, before a dawning look came on his face. "OH! yeah! Other daddy! This daddy is dating my main daddy and he's trying to be super duper cool. It's a struggle for him, cuz you know, he doesn't even like paw patrol." Jace said, leaning in and using a mock whisper for the second part.
"..I'm Alec, you must be the kids who were spoon feeding Jace." Alec said, rolling his eyes.
"heh. Nice to meet you. I'm Kevin, this is Keith, and those are Alex and Jacob." The one with a brunette crew cut said.
"Oh! your little guys!" Jace squealed and giggled, and the twin's were instantly blushing and squirming. Did you get them in diapies yet?" Jace asked, looking at the twins tight pants.
"N-No!" The twins both huffed and whined, insulted by Jace just blurting stuff like that out in public, but to baby Jace and alec, it looked like they were annoyed to be still in big boy undies.
"Now now, don't be cross with Jace..he's just a baby." Keith scolded the blonds, shaking a finger at them.
"So what movie are you guys coming to see? I bet it's paw patrol isn't it? Oh! we could all sit together!" Jace started babbling away.
Hearing that Alec got his hopes up for a minute, and was about to ask if the kids wanted to make some money babysitting Jace throughout the movie, only to have his hopes dashed as Keith answered.
"Nah, don't get me wrong, paw patrol is SO awesome." Keith was saying, smirking and clearly just saying what Jace wanted to hear. "But these two wanna watch the new My little pony movie so-"
"NUH-UH!" Jacob cut in.
"We're watching the new Rock movie!" Alex added.
"They're only saying that to save face." Kevin said and winked.
"Ohhhh..hehehe well of course. cuz my little pony is sooo dumb." Jace said and winked back.
As the Twin's fumed Jace said bye bye and him and Alec got their drinks and popcorn and headed for their movie.
Ten minutes into the movie and Alec was wishing he'd snuck a flask in, somehow Jace turned out to be the quietest kid in the room. Not only, that, the most popular and fights had broken out among the real toddlers over who was gonna get to sit next to the big kid who had SUCH a awesome possum outfit.
Stuck in a sea of 2-5 year olds and with many of them apparently unashamed to pass gas at a moments notice, Alec was sure he was gonna have to have his nose removed before the halfway point.
Jace, who was torn between watching the movie and basking in his newfound popularity decided to put them all to shame but getting up on his seat and letting out a fart to end all farts, taking advantage of Alec having a hand over his face.
His legs were a little wobbly from starting to come down off of his sugar rush and as Alec turned and looked, one of three things happened.
1) Jace started to slip and tried to balance himself but planting his butt on something stable, which turned out to be Alec's face.
2) The fear of the fall and all the junk food, made Jace let out more then just a fart, and he filled is \diapers as his butt was again, planted in Alec's fact.
3) trying to get the stink bomb out of his face, Alec pushed Jace which while the little guy recovered without falling, came at the cost of his big gulp he'd been holding, and ended up dumping it on Alec.
Needless to say they didn't finish the movie and Alec swore he was never ever taking Jace to the movies again, and promised Jace he was going to regret ALL of this the next day.
Jace, wisely stayed quiet on the drive home, where upon coming in they were greeted with the smell of weed, and the sight of Simon on the couch smoking a fatty, having lied about the peace talk meeting being today and had just wanted some alone time.
Jace wasn't the only one to end up in a corner with a red ass.
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Hey everyone,
I just want to give everyone a quick update as to what's going on with the scams or what's called operation drain and run out of the 200 that were arrested the other day most have been released must have been very forthcoming and giving information some of them have been detained further pending for their interview and or their charges are going to be dropped or reduced law enforcement agencies have confirmed that there are some more smaller cell operations of this type going on here in the United States and in Canada they are now getting in with the Canadian authorities to help with the investigation up there I can't tell you that 75 of the 200 people arrested the other day were members of Tumblr so basically yes they were right under our nose and we did not know it but I knew it.
I can also tell you that information from this point forward is going to be very slim because they are wanting to Big Cheese the people that are actually masterminding all this and they're going to have to start being careful what information they let out and that's totally acceptable to me I totally understand that and they did say the other thing about passing the info. on to you guys as much as they can. They said that I have been a big help in this there's been a few other people that have come forward they've also been assisting and helping out but I still need some more help so anything y'all got if it if it means you got scammed don't worry about being embarrassed you're not going to be judged or you're not going to be treated like shit just because you fell for it.
So now if you've noticed that I changed the format of my blog it makes it look like it's in a daily or weekly episodic TV show it's still called a slice of my world but it's also episode 1-18 this is starting to become a daily or actually it should say it bi-weekly thing of me posting and I have enjoyed it don't get me wrong but the title of this is called oh how things have changed and it's basically going to be a lot of difficult reading from this point forward but stuff that once you read it you'll understand why it has been so difficult I I'm going to Chronicle the night of January 20th of last year through the morning hours of January 21st which is what I considered the moment my life changed forever.
So we begin on January 20th 2020 I had to go to work I walked 4 miles to go to work because I didn't have a vehicle anymore and we were living in a motel so I had to you know make sure one of us is working until a lot of times where I was staying even hard for me to get a ride. So I work the 3:30 to close shift which basically meant I left between anywhere from between 12:30 and 1:00 in the morning I worked at a movie theater which by the way was probably the best job I had ever had in my life I I love that place I would love to go back to another one like it. So basically I got off work about 12:30 that night and normally I would have a ride to work on Monday nights this week it wasn't possible because of something that happened at the theater the manager got behind on his paperwork on and couldn't get out on time like he normally does I had to go to the store that night because we didn't have very much food so I went to store I got about 2 or 3 nights worth of food with enough till I get to my day off from work to go to the store and get more. That was a common occurrence so by the time I got done with the store and got home about 2:30 in the morning my wife was asleep she had been sick for about a month before this which now I have directly linked into being one of the first cases of COVID-19 in the united states'.
I came home and like I said she was asleep and I gave her a kiss like I usually do sometimes it wakes her up sometimes it doesn't this time it woke her up we start talking for a little bit I went outside and I did my usual ritual I go outside and smoke a little weed you know kind of relaxed a little bit for about 20-30 minutes yeah I went inside and cooked dinner now for a little background my wife had been sick for a while she had a heart attack November 8th in 2018 and then she had a stroke Easter Sunday of 2019 a stroke that she refused to go get taken care of even though I begged her and had other people beg her to go to the hospital she would not do it when she had the heart attack the doctor was not able to fix all the blockages to her heart because some of the arteries were too small so he told me privately that if she had another heart attack she wouldn't survive it I knew that I told her that about 3 months later so she knew but on this night I never had any dream or knowing that 2 hours after I got home from work she would be dead she had a massive heart attack I was just getting ready to start cooking dinner when she started really screaming about chest pain and I've never heard her go off like she did and even though I called 911 it still took the damn people 20 minutes to get out there otherwise I still think she'd be alive but then again maybe not so to try to make a long story short they would not let me ride in the ambulance with her to the hospital she was still coherent but when they did the ekg in the room where we were staying at I could tell the guy's eyes that she wasn't going to be much longer and I think the reason why they told me I couldn't ride with them was because for the same Theory I think that they didn't want my last memory of her to be of her fighting for her life and dying and I am thankful for that because I've had horrible nightmares about this whole thing and so after I made all the notifications and everything that day I went back to work two days later and I was told I could stay out as long as I needed to they were really really super awesome and amazing to me hell they were even responsible for giving me the money to get my wife buried because they donated money they put a pool in together to help me. The thing about it was is I don't know what upset me more the fact that I wish there was something more I could have done or the fact that I had to have a fucking cop show up to my door to tell me that she was gone even though I had already known it. So when I went back to work two days later it was very very hard because she used to work there too and she used to work at the podium on the weekends where she took the tickets and everything and told people where the theaters were and everything else and I wasn't there for 2 hours and I just doubled over it was just like a big flood of emotion but I made it that night but the hard part was with the weekends because those were the nights that she worked the most everybody loved my wife it worked up there and so I mean I didn't feel like I was so alone then the pandemic came I lost my job I lost my place where I was staying I had to go to my sister-in-law's house which was the biggest mistake of my life cuz I really found out what kind of people they were plus that's when I developed a curiosity for methamphetamine and then I met the bitch from hell not even 2 months later and keep in mind she was just supposed to be a companion we weren't like going to be boyfriend girlfriend cuz I still way too broke up about my wife's death that's all I wanted cuz I couldn't stand being lonely anymore just like I can't stand it now but she got me hooked on meth and I say she got me hooked because she kept bringing it around me knowing that I found something new that I really liked and I didn't ask her to bring it around I could have said no but this has to do with that 28 day period from June to July where she was drugging me putting the dope in my food in my drinks that's why I blame her.
Then after my ex got murdered at a house party I lost my sister-in-law and nephew and then my step daughter called me one day two weeks before Christmas to tell me that she lost her fiance her baby's daddy after he had a heart attack from A congenital heart defect that he had for 6 years the only bright spot of 2020 was my step daughter had a daughter of her own and that to this day that baby is my love bug
As where I'm at right now I'm going to be homeless by next weekend again unless I can come up with $250-300 dollars by Friday night it doesn't look like it's going to happen folks unless I can get some donations and get them quick I am taking donations right now if you can help I don't care if it's 5 10 15 20 $25 whatever it is it will help I don't expect nobody to give me the money all at once cuz I know a lot of people don't have that kind of money right now so just little donations will help right now I had to actually go to Walmart today and steal food God I hate myself for doing it I didn't get caught but still my conscience was getting the best of me for much of the evening I got enough food here to last me for 2 or 3 days if I end up getting to stay here but like I said it's not looking very good at this point I've tried local resources I've tried all kinds of Charities help and all they want you to do is hurry up and wait and I ain't got that kind of time and I told him that so I I'm asking for any help that anyone could give if I don't get if I can get at least $250 out of 400 I can go get me a motel room for the week and I'll get me by until I can come back here when my roommate comes back cuz then he'll have the money for the rent and everything else so I can come back here so I just need to really get by for a week I have not had any dope in nine days I'm going crazy but I need a place to live first before I can be doing that shit so I'll just have to deal with it if you want to help I'll give you my cash app I will put it at the end of this post for everybody so the last 18 months has not been fun I went to six suicide of Temps and I just been existing when before I had it all anyway so that's basically going to end this episode of a slice of my world I'm sorry if this was such a downer for a lot of people but you know I the more and more I feel like I tell my story easier everyday gets for me cuz I don't feel like I'm burying myself with all the emotion and having to keep it bottled up anyway I will talk to you y'all whenever I talk to you I may be on Hiatus for a little bit because I won't have a phone here after tomorrow unless I go someplace that has Wi-Fi and depending on my living situation I mean like I said I'm I'm hoping and praying somebody will be able to help out by donating a little bit of money to me so I can keep a place over my head somehow someway anyway y'all. I love you take care of yourself and I'll see you on the other side
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Sunday, April 18, 2021 - 10:00pm
{mostly taken from a conversation with my best friend, Jem - there were some bits that I thought were worded well}
Royal (2:26 PM): Sometimes I think about taking antidepressants again if only to numb the pain. And then I remember how it made me too numb and to everything, so then I think about drinking or doing edibles, but then it still sounds awful and could possibly amplify those feelings (as alcohol usually does make me feel more upset). And that’s sometimes why self-harm becomes a substitute, because it ether distracts from those feelings or even makes you feel like your receiving punishment for whatever you’re upset about. But I know self-harm turns into a loop of guilt and shame and worrying about worrying others.
Jem (2:27 PM): I haven't heard the same about edibles that I hear about alcohol
Or marijuana in general I suppose
Royal (2:28 PM): Weed scares me. Like I’m worried I’ll have a reaction because whenever people smoke or cook it around me, I get super sick feeling. I also know Kitty had a bad reaction to edibles, like gave her ultra anxiety and hallucinations or something like that.
Jem (2:29 PM): Ah, gotcha I myself am allergic so I can't say I've tried it myself either
Royal (2:29 PM): I think I might be allergic and I don’t wanna find out the hard way
When people smoke/cook it around me, I get nauseous and a headache
Jem (2:32 PM): Yeah, I used to have two roommates that both smoked weed in our tiny apartment I used to have near constant headache until I moved out the next year
Royal (2:33 PM): I wish I could just remove those negative feelings I have: anger, sadness, jealousy, dysphoria, etc Put them somewhere far away so I wouldn’t have to deal with them, and wouldn’t have to hurt others because of them
(I tend to use dysphoria for myself as an in general term, not just with gender dysphoria, btw)
Jem (2:34 PM): Aah, yeah, I get you
Royal (2:38 PM): But even though I’m scared I’ll have a bad reaction, I’m mighty tempted to ask Hummingbird if I can try one of her edible gummies rn...
Jem (2:41 PM): I wonder if there's a way to try it in a safe/monitored way
Royal (2:41 PM): Well, if I do just one gummy
With their supervision
So if I have a bad reaction, they can watch over me or drive me to the urgent care
I love how it’s called urgent care but usually has like an hour or longer wait
Jem (2:43 PM): Ah yeah, that'd be the best way to do it Keep the phone handy too
Royal (2:45 PM): Hey, at the very least, doesn’t look like it has any interactions with my cholesterol medication
Jem (2:46 PM): That's good to know
Royal (2:50 PM): I don’t think I’ll actually follow through with it or anything, just my mind thinking of solutions
I’m feeling calmer now anyway
For now
{And then proceeded to draw this (it’s an idea I’ve had this idea for a long time now, especially since the first time I experienced extreme jealousy with Capy, but never had the courage to follow through since I’ve never done inking and rarely traditional colour, but I finally worked up the motivation to try, and honestly, it’s perfect timing as it was therapeutic to draw)}:
Royal (8:09 PM): Random question, I’m curious your thoughts on this: do you think it’s insensitive to joke about getting with other people when you’re in a relationship, especially/at least in front of your partner (at least if the two of you haven’t established a non-monogamous relationship), and even more so if you know your partner is dealing with jealousy issues?
Jem (8:12 PM): I’d think so, yeah
It's definitely odd
Unless it's like, I donno, a celebrity or something
But even then, it'd make me wonder why someone would say that if they knew already their partner was having issues
Royal (8:12 PM): Like someone they know/knew or met in the past, but 100% out of the picture now
So it’s def not a celeb
Jem (8:14 PM): Yeah then even without the jealousy issues, unless that's some sort of pre-established shared humor, it's kinda weird
Royal (8:15 PM): K, I was curious what you’d think
I agree with that too, it just feels really insensitive, at least if you’re monogamous
{Whilst I never told Jem what it was about, it has to do with something similar that had happened earlier today - though I am not technically in a monogamous relationship, so the above can’t fully apply to me. But to explain this better, I’ll have to jump back to something that happened in December 2020.
Capybara had told me about how there was this really attractive lecturer he met in the past whom if I remember correctly, spoke Greek, so his friend got him a Greek dictionary to help him try to impress her, but he never really ran into her again. I had made a comment that you know, guess it worked out for the better because then we would have never become a thing should he have actually succeeded in getting with her. And he made a joke that wasn’t the case or a joke that brushed off what I said as almost nothing. I knew he was joking, but it was kinda a really emotional time for everyone and I’m still even to this day working through my newfound romantic/sexual jealousy issues, so I took it kinda harsh at first and then eventually told him that same night how that kinda made me feel shitty.
Well, today, we were gaming with one of his friends (super great, hardworking, and nice lad) that we often play Sea of Thieves with and it turns out that was the same friend who got him the Greek dictionary, so it somehow got brought up in conversation…and just…they were joking that Capybara was Odysseus and this other woman was Odysseus’s wife and they’d find each other again one day. I can’t remember which character they assigned the friend but they were saying I could be one of the gods, and I’ll be honest, didn’t handle that situation the best, so I made a off hand comment of something like, “Guess I can be Athena or Aphrodite since they’re the jealous types, guess that works pretty well.” Don’t know if they picked up the hint. I don’t know if they were at all thinking about how this was something awkward for me, cuz I’m pretty sure the friend is aware that I’m dating Capy and is supposed to assume we’re monogamous as Capybara doesn’t really feel comfortable letting his friends or family know I have other partners. It just also happened to be a sore topic for me, cuz when Capy made that joke, even though I knew it was nothing more than a joke, it made me feel like nothing and replaceable, which I already see myself as.
Just to kinda let Capybara know that I’d prefer the topic to be dropped, I messaged him privately: “So I just remembered, it was you talking about that Greek dictionary thing to impress that girl and making a joke that like, meeting me wasn’t for the better cuz she’s still out there that kinda made me feel like shit even though it was a joke”
To which he responded with: “she's a lecturer my dude 😂 she's like in her 40's - don't worry”
And I replied with: “No I know, but it was more of the joke that followed that rubbed me wrong. At the time”
And he just sent these two emoji’s in response: 😧 😕
Immediately after our messages, as we had still been playing, he went dead silent and so I noticed this (not sure if the friend did at first) and I at first just tried to silently apologize in DM, cuz I hadn’t meant to upset him, but he still remained silent. So shortly after, I asked if we should call it quits even though it was early. I felt so guilty and I immediately sent him more apology messages and even an apology voice memo, but I assumed he turned his phone off by that point.
Once again, my jealousy got the best of me and I hurt the person I love most in the world and made a fun time involving friends go awkward. I was having a good early afternoon/late morning with him at first, and then I ruined it because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and my jealousy under control. I’m such an asshole.}
Royal (8:22 PM): Off topic, but still on the issue of jealousy, I feel like when I have jealousy issues myself at the point I’m at, it’s like a double headed snake due to me being in a polyamorous relationship - one head are just the pre-established toxic/venomous things that come with jealousy and the other head is the guilt and shame of feeling I have no right to be jealous when I have two other partners myself thus making me feel hypocritical (and being ignorant of any potential jealousy from other partners)
It feels like those two snake heads could eat me alive with just a few bites each if I let them in
It’s such a viscous cycle and honestly, the basic head of jealousy is enough of a problem that turns my stomach, but the second head just makes me want to surrender to the earth
Jem (8:28 PM): I get you It's a lot
Emotions are hard
Royal (8:28 PM): Especially when they revolve around something or someone you already have such an emotional attachment with
And then those feelings, like feelings of jealousy, only end up making you hurt the ones you love
Making them feel guilty or annoyed or like you don’t trust them or something
Jem (8:31 PM): Tbh, as someone who generally struggles with a lot of jealousy type issues, I get that (not necessarily romantic jealousy even, but just there's undercurrents of it that are always there and present in every relationship)
I don't think it's something that can ever be fully dealt with and just I guess has to be accepted and worked around At least for me
Royal (8:33 PM): And it makes you wonder if you truly care for those if you’re so easily jealous of them, since they tell you that shouldn’t feel that way if you really love someone, that you should be able to love them blindly and trust them, and it’s not like I don’t trust, but I feel so easily discardable by those who I could never even fathom of turning my back on
Royal (8:34 PM): Honestly, I’ve even felt some jealousy toward you in the past - not romantically - but it was something I worked on
Jem (8:34 PM): What if I were to say same though haha
Royal (8:34 PM): You seemed to be doing so well with you VN and you picked up art so fast
Jem (8:35): Aah for me it's always revolving around
My need for attention tbh
Royal (8:35 PM): But I told myself, “you just need to keep trying. Feeling negatively toward someone success is selfish and gets you nowhere. Improve yourself and you can also feel that success. He’s not succeeding to hurt you in anyway - you should be happy for him.”
Or like, probably not those exact words, but ya know, that idea
Royal (8:36 PM): Yeah, I understand that too, especially growing up in a family of 6
That kinda happened the other day with Kitty (whom at this point my feelings are pretty platonic) - for over a week now I’ve been telling the girls about a game (For the King) I’ve been interested in playing with them, and the other day, Hummingbird went on a social distancing date with Crystal, so I asked Kitty if she’d like to play with me since it’d be just the two of us and she agreed. However, she had a headache, so we thought it’d be best if she napped first and if she felt better later on then we could play. When she woke up, Lapis hit her up for some gaming and Kitty decided to game with her instead and forgot she agreed to game with me...
Jem (8:41 PM): Ah, that kinda thing really sticks with me
Royal (8:41 PM): And so I’m just getting to a point where I feel like I should just stop asking them if they wanna game with me, because it’s not the first time something like this has happened (at least they don’t follow through, not a matter of them deciding to do something with someone else)
Like, I made the Murder Beans server so Capybara and Kitty (and Hummingbird if she ever decided to get Among Us) could game with my friends in the CSR Creations server, and that was back in fall...the girls never joined a game even when showing express interest and saying they would
Kitty also once went and bought Lapis like the whole Halo Master Chief Collection for Lapis cuz she was broke and wanted it, and the proceeded to play it with her and Hummingbird...and like...I also would have liked to have played Halo with them if given the opportunity, but I was never asked
Sheezus, don’t even get me started in my family and how invisible they made me feel
But yeah, I’m at a point with the girls that I don’t think it’s even worth bothering to ask anymore, at least about gaming
Hummingbird’s confusion and migraines are also coming back, so she has a legit medical excuse and I can’t really bother her about it
Jem (8:48 PM): I get you, yeah
All of those things would really bother me too They have in the past
I remember when I first joined UCSD, I started hanging out often with the girls that lived around me in the dorms And we all started watching Orphan Black together
And then I literally had no idea when they finished the show because after the first couple sessions they forgot to invite me
Royal (8:51 PM): Oof, yeah, that’d bother me too, or at least tell me how they felt about me in my mind
I don’t think with my jealousy, it’s a matter of not trusting my partner or friends or whomever, it’s just a matter of feeling such low self-worth that I feel easy to discard, and when I get brushed to the side or have someone joking along the lines as how dating me wasn’t for the better when someone else is out there, it furthers those feelings I have about myself, those feelings of self-worth and how I’m replaceable or not worth shit
Jem (8:54 PM): I get you I know mine stems from feeling forgettable
Royal (8:54 PM): I know I’m an annoying person, I know I can be a lot and emotionally draining, I know I can be hypersensitive - so I know it feels like it’d be better to be rid of that sort of force if you can find someone better who doesn’t make you feel the way I’d do
(In response to feeling forgettable) Yeah
If you remove the fun hair, piercings, and tattoo, I’m actually quite a boring person
And I’m quite isolated. If you don’t include my partners, there’s only really two people who come to mind that I’d consider close friends that I can talk to: you and someone else (you’ve never met her)
I’m getting to a point where I have a hard time talking to the girls due to the guilt I feel about me more or less wanting to be platonic with them, and then Hummingbird is constantly having a medical crisis and I’d feel bad burdening her further
So really, I’m isolated down to two people, primarily you, + Capybara, and yeah, that’s my own fault
I feel easily exhausted by my other options at this point, where I feel like I can only take Candy in small doses (which feels really hypocritical of me) and my other VA friends or gaming friends, I don’t know if I’m close enough to have those kinds of conversations with, especially the VA friends since I tend to be their boss
For the most part, the other people I’d sometimes talk about these issues with are on servers that are primarily dead, so it feels awkward to hop back in only to bitch about my life
Besides, I hate seeming like I’m only spewing forth toxicity and negative emotions over and over again
Which I worry I do too much with you as is
#mood journal#mood#depression#jealousy#envy#guilt#shame#polyamory#nonmonogamy#non monogamy#monogamy#love
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420 headconna
I know we still have 26 days till 420. But let’s have some fun, shall we?
*Do not do any illicit drug activities. This headconna is just for some fun, not to encourage anyone to do drugs*
Do what I say, don’t do what I do
Bandit, Smoke, and Jäger decided to throw a party to celeberate 420. Who would join?
GSG9
Bandit would totally smoke and roll up joints as many as he could. And he would also be the one trick or encourage others to do so. “It’s just weed. Everyone smokes it once or twice in their life!” And you’d be lucky if he didn’t lace something else with weed.
Jäger was not fond of smoking. But he had done it couples of times before, and he started loving it. Comparing to smoking joints, he’d prefer to smoke out of a bong. And he loves edibles. He’d absolutly to smoke some greens to celeberate 420 with Bandit. Plus they had planned their 420 party of this year already when they’re high as hell at last 420 party they held.
Blitz does not like his teammates to do drugs. Though he would never participate any illicit drug activities, he understands weed culture, so he would just seal his mouth tight when he knew his teammates were going to celeberate 420.
IQ hates smoking, not just weed but all types of things that you burn and inhale. However, she’d tried edibles during her college years in MIT. After Jäger tried to invite her for countless times, she thought it’d be better to join them so she could keep her eyes on them in case they tried to do anything stupid.
FBI
Ash would definetly file a report if she found out anyone trying to smoke some dope under her eyes. She does not tolerate any drug using. As a team leader, she believes is her job to stop this type of event from occuring. So when it came to 420, she knew some of her teammates would plan some stupid celeberation so she would pay more attention to them, like whoes eyes are unusally red or who get the munchies.
Thermite had already agreed to join Bandit and Jäger’s smoking session at 4/20. He is good at both rolling joints and blunts, but he prefers to smoke from a bong just like Jäger. Last year when Jäger asked him what a blunt is, Thermite swore he’s going to show him this year. Thus Thermite had bought some cigar papers from United State to show that German pilot a lesson.
Castle secretly said yes to Thermite’s invitation. Born and raised in California, Castle smokes a lot with his friends in his younger years. Castle even proposed that he’d bake some brownies and cookies for the Party. He said that he had this grandma’s receipes of them, and he perfected them with some extra spices. And when he knew that Thermite was going back to United State for some days, he even asked him to bring some backwoods. And of course, Thermite did.
Pulse had never done any drugs in his life, and he promised Ash that he’d never do that. Though Pulse believes he had his determination, but when Thermite teased him that he didn’t have guts to hit the bong, Pulse tragically fell for the trap. For an amature/first timer like Pulse, he ended up almost coughing his lungs out, and only 2 puffs are enough for him to get stoned. Pulse had not yet said he didn’t like it.
GIGN
Rook loves edibles. Sweet sweet brownies and cookies? He can’t say no to them. And now with Castle grandma’s recipe and extra spice? Rook almost squealed out loud when Thermite told him about it. Rook offered to help Castle making those edibles, maybe because he just wanted to steal the grandma’s recipe.
Doc knew something was up when he saw Rook, Thermite, and Castle were always gathering together and talking in a very suspious way. Doc finally found out the 420 party by “interagating” Rook alone on his bed. Doc didn’t want Rook to go to the party, but he didn’t stop him either. It’s not like Doc never popped a xannax just to calm his nerves down; after all it’s very exhausting and stressful to be one of few “grownups” in Rainbow.
Montagne had urged Doc to stop operators from throwing a 420 party many times. The old french man can’t stand seeing them getting high and intoxicated like that. He geniuely thinks it’s a selfdestructre behavior. Doc lied to him that he would stop them even that meant he might need to report them, but at the mean time he also warned Bandit to keep his party lowkey so he and others wouldn’t get busted.
Twitch doesn’t care if others are having a 420 celeberation or not, because it’ simply not her thing at all. She rejected Rook’s invitation and told Doc about her concerns, but that didn’t mean she’s highly against it. To Doc’s surprise, she actually told Doc not to report it and also suggested Doc to go with Rook in case any things happened.
Spetsnaz
Glaz received his invitation from Fuze. To his surprise, Glaz didn’t know Fuze smokes at all. Last year, none of them received any invitations from other operators, and, in fact, they didn’t know there was a 420 party until next day Thatcher did a very serious talk about it on the meeting. Glaz simply accepted, because he smokes weed from time to time secretly. As an artist, he knows other artists who would smoke when they’re drawing or sketching something and sometimes they would smoke together as well.
Kapkan agreed to go just simply because he wants to. He was the only person that Glaz would smoke with. Mostly they would smoke cigs together, but sometimes when Glaz brought some weed secretly they would roll a cig joint and smoke up. Both of them actually prefers to mix weed with tobacco, so it doesn’t smell sketchy in their rooms.
Fuze never smoked before he actually made friends with Jäger. And after that he knew Glaz and Kapkan smoke as well because he totally smelled the the weed even it’s mixed with tobacco. He also promised Jäger that he’d go shopping some supplies like rolling papers and lighters with him.
Tachanka didn’t receive any invitations this year as well. No one really told him about the party either. He had publicly talked about how he’s against weed in the past. Weed culture is still a taboo thing in Russian. Anyone who had associated or smoked weed before would be considered as a deviant and degenerate there. And because of that, nobody dared to tell Tachanka about the 420 party this year.
SAS
Smoke had wroked on how to put weed in his canister to celeberate 420. Bandit was the one who firstly proposed this idea and Smoke loved it right away. Smoke had tried to do experiment in a car to see if he could hotbox with just his canister, which suprisingly it worked. After that, he had a idea of putting confetti in his canisters. So he also bought tons bags of confetti when he went to shopping for snacks with Bandit.
Mute was basically forced to accept Smoke’s invitation. Mute had never smoked weed before, and he barely drank either. Even during his college life, though he had been offered to smoke by his roomates, he just rejected. The reason why he eventually compromised? Who would say no when someone threaten to burn their secret collections of comic books? Everyone except Mute. “Such a nerd, I know right?” Smoke commented after Mute finally gave in.
Thatcher would be very very very furious if this year someone still tried to throw a 420 party. He made it clear last year that if anyone, in any cercumstance, smoke weed in the base again, he’d make that person life miserable. Luckily, he had not received any reports or news about the Party Planning Committee - Bandit and Smoke. To his relive, he actually started to believed that these boys might learn something fron last time.
Sledge kept his mouth shut after he found out Smoke preparing for 420, though he strictly told Smoke to not to mess around or Thatcher would be so pissed. But on the other hand, he believed that it’s better to not tell Thatcher about it otherwise that old geezer would probably have a heart attack this time. Nobody speaks, nobody gets hurt, right?
*I will kepp updating and write about other ops for sure. But so far this is all I can write, cuz i’m a lazy fucker. Let’s pray that I can finish this by 420! If you have more ideas please let me know XD
And the idea of Smoke putting weed in his canisters is inspired by @mirrorworldangel fic Spoken Rules Accepted by the Operators of Team Rainbow in Hereford Base
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Machine Gun Kelly(Colson Baker)
Breaking up with Kells PART 2:
PART
~(Kells POV)~
“Hit that, maybe it will brighten up your day” my boy whiz says passing me some good weed smoke. “Oh fuck yeah” I take the blunt having a long puff from it. “Been one of those fucked up months ya know what I’m saying” I tell him. Whiz nods understanding. I don’t even hide the fact I’m pretty fucked up over mine and Y/N’s break up. Shit all I do is smoke weed, do drugs, drink and sleep. It’s about 4pm and I just woke up thanks to Slim barging in my room telling me whiz is here and to come down for a wake n bake. And I’m not one to pass up on weed.
“Yo man you gonna put on real clothes today or it is another rob and boxers kinda day?” Asks Rook looking at me and the way he’s looking pisses me off. Looks like judgmental like as if I ain’t going through some shit. “Yo fuck you dude” I spit out. Standing up going to grab a bottle of whiskey taking a couple swings. “Bro you gotta chill” Slim spoke. “Hey man come sit with us smoke some more” whiz offers. “Nah I’m good” I respond wanting to chug the bottle back and crash out. Fuck being around people that don’t get it or just pitty me. So I chug more whisky feeling the burn in my throat. I walk away going to my room while hugging the booze bottle. “Kells come on man” Slim yells .
I drank a lot more this month without Y/N had been fucking torture on my mind body and fucking soul. This will only keep going on the torture it will keep on forever without her. My dumbass decided to go through one of my phones seeing old pictures of Y/N missing her so much it’s gonna kill me. With every breath I take I miss her. Clicking on a video I took of her.
we were going to the beach. She felt insecure about her bikini choice and I was telling her how beautiful she is and sexy in it as she stood there smiling and laughing.
This here had to make me mad. It triggered bad emotions. Tossing my phone to my bed and throwing the bottle of booze to my wall. Watching as glass hit the floor. Beefier I knew it Slim and Rook were in my room looking shocked asking if I was okay. “You can’t keep doing this shit bro” Slim says shaking his head at the mess. I stand there not knowing what to do, clean the mess or drink more, maybe smoke more. I grab a towel throwing it on the floor to cover the glass and booze. The guys stay still in one stop but following with their heads every moment I make. I took my pre rolled joint from my nightstand sitting on my bed reaching for my lighter. “Ima smoke this and crash” i tell the boys and light my joint. They nod leaving.
“We gotta help him” Slim tells Rook. “Yeah How nothing has worked he won’t even look at another girl” Rook responds. “We need Y/N, HE needs Y/N” Slim says.
~(Y/N POV)~
It’s been a month sense my breakup and yes I still hurt behind closed doors that is. But to the world I’m fine heck I’m Perfectly fine. I was out often doing things with my bestie Bella. We’d go to the beach, pool parties, shopping, and movies. I’ve even managed to snag some minor rolls in films like the ones Bella stars in. We were constantly together basically living with one and another. Bella has been the best I fucking love that girl.
Today we are going to a carnival with a couple of our girlfriends. The carnival is by the beach. There’s restaurants and all the rides and booths will be in a huge lot. Bella being her self loving social media snaps some cute pictures of me and her posting them on Instagram and Snapchat before we drove off.
“Bitch this is gonna be fun af” Bella sticks her tongue out to me. I smile at my gorgeous bestie “Well we are the life of the party”. “Oh maybe we’ll find some hottie with a beach bod body”Bella cheers. “Oh gosh” I roll my eyes. We turned up the music because what’s a drive without dope tunes. Parents by Yungblud played through the car speakers us girls sang along.
“Omg Y/N you should hook up with him” Bella says confusing me “hook up with who?” “Yungblud duh he totally has thing for you I know for a fact” she smiles. My eyes widen at this crazy girl. “ Bitch please he’s friends with my ex?” I laugh. “Duh perfect payback” she smirks. “Oh jeez Bells your evil” I laugh. “You just don’t have the lady balls” she laughs. “Maybe I’m not fully over Kells yet” I respond. “Rebounds are perfect for that” Bella Chimes in. I shake my head at her and her craziness.
Finally at the carnival we all get out the car fixing our hair and clothes. “So ladies where to first?” I ask eyeing my girls. “Well me and Dani definitely wants snacks” Halston our friend speaks for her and our friend Dani. “And we’ll be at the Ferris wheel” Bella grans my hand as we walk on. “Let’s get it girl” Bella smiles while we go onto the ride. “If I look like I’m falling out this thing by all means save me or jump to” I chuckle. She laughs. The ride goes on and we both yell “woohoo” then laugh together. We get off the ride needing a drink so we found a food cart grabbing two waters for us.
“Hey Y/N” someone says from behind me clearing there throat. I turn right around hearing the familiar voice eyes wide. “Can we talk please” Slim asks me. I think for a moment “uh she’s busy” Bella butts in. “I think she can spare a couple minutes” Rook said annoyed with Bella. “Not for you guys” she smirks putting a hand on her hip. “It’s okay bells I got this give us a minute” I tell her. She nods walking not to far from us.
“What do you want” i lightly demand crossing my arms over my chest. “He’s a wreck, a real mess” Slim starts “not my problem sweetie” I remark with sass. “Please Y/N just listen” Rook says and I roll my eyes. “Why should I?” I ask raising my left eyebrow. “Cuz Kells misses you, he loves you, and needs you” Slim says.
“No Ew, he can keep the hoe he was sucking face with” I chuckle. “Y/N I wouldn’t lie to you, you know that right” Slim tries convincing me more. I stand tall arms crossed eyebrow raised as high as it will go. “He didn’t cheat” Slim continues and I only scoff at that. “She kissed him, she was hitting on him he told her off and she kissed him anyways, and you only saw the last part” he adds. “What’s done is done” I say shrugging. “It’s the truth okay he even cut her loose from the track the second he saw her after what happened” Rook decided to speak.
“He’s drinking like an alcoholic, abuses his drugs, sleeps for hours as long as he ain’t busy getting fucked up, and his temper is crazy the fucker like a ticking time bomb. He gonna need some mental help or YOU” Slim goes on. “And he rather have YOU” rook adds. “He wants and needs his beautiful understanding girlfriend” Slim smiles at me. “He’s just a fucking major mess without you, and he doesn’t deserve to be that way” Rook looks down. “Call him text him phone come over something girl” Slim begs. “I gotta go boys have a nice day” i say walking to Bella. “Finally girl” she jumps up. “Come on bitch” I link our arms walking around.
By the time I’m back home my mind is filled with memories of Colson and Every word slim and rook has said. Should I believe it? Should I talk to him? If I did talk to him what way should I do it?.. My head hurts from this shit. I make my self a drink and sit on my couch contemplating life.
*Knock Knock* “Is he here?” I ask starring at Slim, He smiles nodding “Yeah he’s in his room, might be sleeping” he tells me. I nod walking through the door way and making me way upstairs. All sort of nerves ruining through my body and mind, sweaty palms and sick feeling in my stomach.
*Knock Knock* “Fuck Off” I hear Colson grumble. I sigh turning the doorknob slowly opening it “Kells?” I squeak out turning his light on. And there he was beautiful him yet looking awful like a torture lost puppy, why must he be so cute.
He stairs in disbelief like I’m a dream like it’s magical having me here. I take in a shaky breath “Hi” squeak again. He blinks few times and runs his eyes from the sleep in them. “What, why-why are you here?” His voice comes out raspy. “I think I need to hear something” i respond. “Hear what?” He asks confused. And grabs a joint from his nightstand lighting it. “The truth Kells, I need the truth, the cold hard truth or sweet kind truth whatever it may be I need it” I share the words that fastly come to mind.
I take slow steps to him sitting on his bed next to him. He passes me the joint I take it having a couple puffs trying to clam my self. “The truth can set us free or maybe we’ll see” i rhyme some wise words and pass him the joint back.
“I told you the truth Y/N” he lets out sounding hurt. It kills me hearing that hurtness. “Please tell me again what happened right before I walked in that studio” I beg. He turns to me his eyes look misty only making me wanna cry to. But I can’t I won’t not here. “She kissed me.. she was hitting on me I wasn’t down down, I had you” he stops talking getting more emotional for a second And I look down biting my lip. “She kissed me anyways and that’s when you came it” he finishes. I nod.
“Okay. Thank you for the truth, I’m sorry I couldn’t believe you before” I say holding in all emotions not knowing what now?. He told me truth nothing more. I got up “I guess I’ll let you go back to sleep” I speak lowly.
“I love you” he speaks fast. He got up looking like that damn wounded puppy. “I’m sorry that ever happened, I wish I could go in time to change it, I’m sorry you were hurt, I wish I never agreed to work with her, I miss you, I fucking need you” speaking fast again his words sounding desperate.
He takes one big step to me standing close startling me when he grabbed my face eyes locked onto my wide ones. “I’ll do anything for us to be us again, even though it was a misunderstanding I’ll do whatever it takes for you to trust me again.” Eyes of his searching mine. “I. Need. You” he speaks just above a whisper.
Oh gosh no no no this ain’t happening NOW my Brian yells at me for the Tears coming out of my eyes. Colson looks at me even more saddened at my tears, he moves his hands to wipe them away while saying “ I need you” again to me. I let out a small whimper And Colson puts his lips to mine kissing me making the sad sounds come to a stop. I wrap my arms around his neck he hold my waist helping me reach his height. I missed those lips and his everything. “I love you and need you too” i whisper. “You have no idea how much I missed you” he smiles. “When was the last time you showered or cleaned” i laugh looking around his room. He chucked “ive been a mess”.
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hello everyone, i’m karina and i’m so hyped to be here and bring my baby rumor to life !! i can’t wait to get to know all of you and your lovely muses and see how everything goes down here !! like this if you want to plot and i’ll hit u up !! mwah
if you want his annoyingly long full ass bio you can read it here !!
also his pinterest board is here !!
backstory:
rumor chastain was an accident in his family - but that doesn’t mean he was unwanted. his parents, delilah and benjamin, were more than happy to have another child after their daughter verity (who was around ten when rumor was born).
the chastain family lived on a farm in the countryside, far from the nearest town and no neighbors in sight. just the four of them and their lovely house, along with all the animals rumor affectionately named and cared for. being the baby of the family his parents ensured he took that role, never giving him any big responsibilities on the farm and rather letting him roam about as he pleased. he was a happy child, and he loved his life. he did his chores early in the morning so he could run out and see the sunrise, spend the rest of his day running up and down the hills picking flowers and finding figures in the clouds. he’d stay out there until the sunset, counting every new star in the sky until there were too many, and only coming home once his mother called him down for dinner.
when he was old enough for school he was homeschooled along his sister verity, who taught him his abcs and how to read while teaching herself geometry. they were isolated in their country home, but rumor didn’t mind, he had everything he needed. his family was his best friends, and their property seemed like the whole wide world to him. he loved that farm more than anything, he couldn’t imagine a life better than the one he lived now.
nothing good can last forever, and the worst part is that rumor doesn’t even know why. he just remembers waking up in the middle of the night to his sister shaking him awaking, rushing her words as she picked him up and took him to the cop car waiting for them in their front yard. she held him close as they drove into town and to the police station, and continued to hold him as he cried in her arms asking why they were there and what was wrong. they were there until sunrise when his aunt finally made it, taking verity and rumor with the news they’d be living with her now and that they’d never see that farm again
going from his quaint life in the country to a town, even a small one, was shocking to rumor. his usual routine now interrupted by an actual school, no more running around rather he was expected to sit in a desk all day with very few reprieves. at home he was always confident, outgoing, always had something to say. here he was terrified to speak, never being around other kids or knowing how to act around them. he sat in the back with his head down, dutifully taking notes on his own. it wasn’t until lunch when one student gave him a chance that the boy he always was came out. all the students crowded around him to meet the new kid, and he was so excited to talk to all of them. tell them about himself, the farm, the stories he made up and games he’d play. his happiness was quickly crushed as he was responded to with laughter. to his peers he was a freak, a weirdo with an equally weird name. that was the first time rumor chastain learned to change himself, hide certain parts to fit in. it was only a matter of time before hiding simply became erasing those parts of himself, unable to get back that full shine he once had.
his sister had dropped out of high school and gotten multiple jobs instead, saving her money in the short time they lived with their aunt. the minute she got enough money she bought them a little trailer barely able to fit the two of them and they left. it wasn’t because of anything their aunt did, they love her dearly and thank her for everything she did to help them, but they just weren’t meant for a life like that. rumor wasn’t at least, because as much as he loved to learn he hated the constraint of the classroom. he knew how smart he was, too smart for the pace most classes took. verity and rumor were always on the road, always moving, his sister finding odd jobs wherever she could. most of the time he was self taught, only going to actual schools when they stayed in one place longer than most. even then he barely went, preferring to be on his own and go at his own pace.
once he was old enough to get a job he did, wanting to do anything to help his sister out after everything she had done and given up for him. it was the least he could do, and he only hoped that one day he could do more. he graduated high school early and took some time off to keep working and be with his sister. he wanted more than anything to go to college but he was scared of leaving, crippled by the drastic change he went through as a child (and learned not to ask about) that left him terrified of any other form of change. he eventually had to get over that and leave for college, going to covington a dream for him, even if he did cry every night the first week he was there. everything was perfect there. his peers made him feel welcomed, his classes challenged him, and he even had the perfect girlfriend. it finally felt like his life was getting back on track.
personality & headcanons:
the thing two most important things i didn’t mention about rumor above are 1. his love for poetry and desire to be a poet and 2. how much of a hopeless romantic he is
rumor always loved literature but poetry owned his heart. ever since he was a kid and his mother would read him poets to go to sleep he tried to write some of his own, developing his own style over the years and finding a passion for it. he’d often visit bookstores and read whole collections of poetry while there, knowing he couldn’t afford to buy them so he memorized them instead. because of this he’s that guy who quotes poetry randomly.
rumor loves love. his entire life has been looking for love, creating this idealized version of his soulmate in his mind. love is truly the driving factor in his life, and he’d do anything for those he loves (romantically and platonically) almost to a fault or dangerous point. when it comes to romantic love he is the type to go all in, full romeo and juliet kind of guy. he wants a love to overwhelm and take over his entire life, but he puts too much pressure on this idealized love that is virtually impossible to obtain.
despite all he has gone through and how he isn’t nearly as happy and bright as he was as a child, he still tries to hold onto that happiness and optimism he once had. he sometimes struggles to do so, but he tries his hardest to keep his dreams alive and keep a smile on his face.
one of his biggest vices is that he smokes cigarettes. he’s minorly addicted and picked it up when he was around 15, and it’s become a kind of nervous tick for him to immediately start smoking once anything makes him anxious. despite this he doesn’t really drink, that’s reserved for when he’s especially sad and wants to get drunk on his own. he isn’t a big party guy but when he does go out and doesn’t want to stay sober then he’ll smoke some weed.
he’s just really sweet okay, he’s not the biggest social butterfly but he is social enough to have friends and he’s legit nice to everyone. it’s hard to find a mean bone in his body. at parties he’s a bit of a wallflower though since he legit never went to a single party until he got to covington and baby doesn’t know how to act.
rumor dresses like a writer guy like he’s the type always in autumn clothes and colors, sweaters and turtlenecks, etc.
melanie:
melanie, melanie, melanie...let’s make this quick. melanie and rumor were the picture perfect couple. they knew just how to be pda enough for everyone to know how cute they were without going over the top and grossing everyone out. they matched each other intellectually, and the best part was that melanie was the girl rumor had always dreamed about. she was the girl of his dreams, the ideal partner all his poems were about and yet...he never fell in love with her. he never did and he doesn’t think he ever could and he doesn’t know why. she was perfect, they were perfect, but there just wasn’t that thing that made it different. they didn’t have that passion, that moxie that every great couple had. he wanted a love that he couldn’t stand to live without, and he just didn’t have that with melanie. he never had the guts to break up with her, and now he didn’t need to.
wc’s:
listen i’m shit with pre wc so here’s some basics
roommates !! ones who get along or don’t either way is fun
friends !! likely ones, unlikely ones, bad influences, ex friends, etc
lil stoner group cuz like he ain’t a full stoner but sometimes he needs that good good shit and needs his lil stoner friends he can call up and smoke up with
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Daddy is a sneaky boy !!
(Super long post, feel free to scroll past)
So as y'all know, Daddy and I have been having trouble finding weed in our new town. He p much had to take the first crappy job he was offered here, and his coworkers there are all fuddy duddies (in general, not just cuz they don't toke) so still no connects almost 2 months into the year.
Now what some of y'all may not be aware of is the fact that it is now legal in all 50 states for smoke/CBD shops to sell hemp flower. It has to be 5% THC or lower, but the CBD can be quite significant in it. Well Daddy wandered into a smoke shop next to GameStop when he went to get us something a couple weeks ago and found this out. So he came home and surprised me with some that day!
Another thing we've had recently is this dry smoking herb mix. Stuff like skullcap, flower petals, etc etc. A lot of it helped a little with pain and tummy problems, but we were both still struggling a lot with sleep and the harsher stuff. Combining it with the hemp was actually super good for our aches and pains, plus our sleeping troubles as well. The hemp doesn't really get us high (obvs) but it smells and tastes like weed so it was an awesome discovery to find that stuff so close to home.
Now Daddy wound up having to get a second job, since his managers/"corporate" at his first one are dicks and won't give him more than like 20 hrs a week. Fuckin lame. But the people at his second job are a lot younger (mostly in their 20s like us) and a lot more fun. Unfortunately Daddy is now working 40+ hrs a week at two jobs and is constantly exhausted and grumpy. It bums me out to see him doing so much for so little reward but I digress. Things will pick up in time.
Anyhoo! Daddy comes home last night, late af (something else I loathe about his new job) and I go to greet him. He seems surprisingly chipper so I ask him what's up. "I got to work with a bunch of stoners today" was his response. He told me about some of his coworkers and even his supervisor and we were both like "hell yes, potential plugs." So we have dinner, I take the dishes back to the kitchen while he loads a bowl of underwhelming (but still physically helpful) hemp.
I get back and before I hit I ask if it's just hemp or if it's a blend with herb, since I don't wanna hit the latter so hard. He says there's no herb so I go to town. Now, I don't remember this cuz I was invested in what we were watching at the time, but apparently I coughed pretty hard at one point. Nbd, not like it's gonna make me much higher on 3% THC. Meh, whatevs.
We finish our not super big bowl (gotta conserve that shit cuz we broke) and a few minutes later he asks how I feel. I check in with myself, I reply that I feel fine, noting that my body temp is kinda all over the place. (This is "normal" for me considering I have hypertension, so 9/10 times after we eat dinner my hands and sometimes feet will get vvv warm and red for a few mins. I'm working on it, trying to cut a lot of salt and such.) I ask if he feels alright, thinking he might be kinda cold, and then I go on this random, rambling tangent about my fluctuating body temp. I pause after and think to myself "that was such a weird thing to go off about but whatevs I'm probs just tired."
About 10 mins later I catch myself looking at the comments of this YouTube video we're watching. This is something I never, ever do, cuz everyone knows YT comment sections are where humor goes to die, be poorly resurrected, and die all over again. I put my phone down and kinda chuckle at myself in a "what did I expect" kinda way. Daddy asks again how I'm feeling. I'm a bit confused.
I look at him and this fool is grinning ear to ear. I check in again and I'm like hey now.
I ask him "Is this real fuckin weed??" and he just smiles bigger. Turns out his new job is good for something lmfao. Also turns out hitting weed like you would low THC hemp is p fun. I slept like a log last night, for the first time in weeks. It was amazing.
So that's how Daddy surprised me with one of my fave gifts during a time that super sucks. I love him so much, not just for his resourcefulness, but also cuz he really does work to do things like this for me. Surprise me, get me the things I want to cheer me up, and have fun with it too. He really is such an amazing Daddy. ❤️
#Katie blabs#Super long rambles#Tbh this post makes me sound kinda greedy but idc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#Cuz I slept thru the whole night without flashbacks or stress dreams and it was lovely#My Daddy is the bestest
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