#if i do edibles i have to be ok with being high for the rest of the day

[mars-ipan]

i feel so smart rn

[solisaureus]

beginner weed tips:

if you have never tried weed before, DO NOT START WITH EDIBLES. DONT DONT DONT. IM SOOOO FUCKING SERIOUS DONT DO IT!!!!

edibles seem beginner friendly cus yaaay food haha! you know food! you and food go way back. but edibles are not your friends and here’s why:

dosing is notoriously difficult. because edibles have a delayed response (depending on the kind, it can take 15 minutes to over an hour to feel the effects), people tend to think they haven’t taken enough to get high, take more, and then get TOO high (this edible ain’t shit, etc etc)

and THEN! the effects of edibles also last longer than other methods, so if you accidentally get too high, you’re fucking stuck like that for hours and probably the rest of the day. this is annoying but fine for experienced stoners, but if you’re getting high for the first time and you don’t know what to expect, it can be genuinely terrifying!!

i would recommend vaping or smoking for your first time, because you can take small hits and feel it within minutes, and the effect fades within an hour. dont be surprised if you don’t get high your first time vaping or smoking, especially if you haven’t done it before. it’s very common

but if you insist upon edibles, take the smallest possible dose (usually 2.5 mg), and THATS IT!!!!! if you don’t get high, tough noodles! that’s the maximum amount you can take at a time, and maybe the next time you want try to get high you can take a little more. but DO NOT fall into the “this edible ain’t shit” trap. the edible can sense fear and it will hunt you for sport

also i highly recommend having a sober buddy, ideally someone who has gotten high before and knows what to expect. if you end up hating how it feels, your sober buddy can take care of you and reassure you. getting high for the first time alone can be scary and even dangerous!

a common side effect of weed is dry mouth which can be really uncomfortable. make sure you’re hydrated, but keep something like mints or hard candy on hand because they stimulate salivation and that’s really the only way to alleviate dry mouth

if you hate how being high feels, or if you got too high, sleep it off baby. don’t bother trying to stick it out, just hit the hay

ok be safe i love you

[anticanonsposts]

hiiiiii I loveddd ur post abt high konig, could you maybe write a fic where its the readers first time trying it?

(ur page is like so good i luv it)

hi!!! literally thank you so much, it truly means so much to me that people are enjoying my blog <3333

per request here is a version of a previous fic about König's first time trying an edible and then fucking you silly, now it's the readers turn!!

cw: obvi (legal) drug use, (don't do drugs unless they're legal, safe, and you are of age <3), sex p in v, oral m receiving, porn w/ a little plot, pining, overstimulation, nastiness <3

wc: 2,000+

nsfw below the cut, you know the drill-mdni interact

“Hey König…” you cooed to your boyfriend who was sitting at the desk in your room, flipping through a book while you lounged on the bed. He returns your gaze, brows slightly furrowed, he recognizes your playful tone, knowing you're about to ask him something naughty. 

“I was thinking..” you continue standing up from the bed and making your way over to him, dancing your fingertips across his shoulders. “That I wanted to try having sex…after I take an edible gummy.” 

“Edible? Aren’t all gummies edible?? Ohhhh, like marijuana!” he replies back briefly running in mental circles as he puts the pieces together. His English is obviously very good but sometimes he takes things more literally/more at face value. “Of course I’d need your consent now since you would be inebriated and if you ever want to stop you need to tell me.” he adds taking on a more serious tone, whenever consent was being discussed he had no room for lightheartedness or joking, he took consent VERY seriously. 

“Yes, I am consenting now to have sex with you while you are sober and I am high, and both of us have the option to stop at any point.” you reply, taking his hands in yours.

“Ok.” is all he responds with but he’s smiling so wide and there is a bright gleam in his eyes. He truly loves to try new things with you, especially when it makes you so happy. 

So you go and grab your packet of gummies and pop one into your mouth. Then you suggest a shower to König since it will take about 30 minutes for the edible to kick in. Showering together is always such a treat. You get to be in a nice warm, wet environment while your own personal giant just beams down at you with nothing but adoration and enamor in his eyes. He loved these showers just as equally, his hands never leaving your soft, supple body, constantly pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

After you both got out and dried off, you opted to just stay naked and lay with each other until you initiated more physical contact. He laid down on his back and you were draped on your side, the side of your face resting on his chest, slowly rising and falling. You could tell he was already getting a little worked up, I mean come on you were laying on him completely naked. As more and more minutes passed you felt your brain get a little fuzzy and it sort of felt like everything was moving slower. You realize you are absentmindedly massaging his abdomen with one of your hands you start to feel a buzz in between your legs, only made worse when you look down and see König’s growing dick, now completely pressed against his stomach. His poor tip furiously leaking, he was being so kind and patient with you, waiting ever so tranquil for you to make the next move. 

Now, completely feeling the effects of the edible kicking in your entire body buzzes with excitement. Moving yourself to sit up a bit more, you start tracing kisses along his neck and chest, slow and purposeful kisses. Your inebriated mind could still have cheeky thoughts. You figured, since he was going to be nothing but patient with you, you might as well tease him. Now climbing on top of him, his hands immediately go to your lower half, shamelessly groping your hips and butt. You loved how he was able to grab so much of you with just one of his hands. Giving you soft squishies and gropes and you start to move your hips back and forth, not even realizing what you were doing. 

Then getting a wicked idea, you reposition yourself slightly so that your now puffy and dripping core is gliding up and down his dick. Earning several whimpers from him, his grip on you tightened. Giving him a small chuckle you give him one last sloppy kiss, sloppy enough that when you pull away there is a line of spit connecting your mouths. Shimmying down between his legs with the biggest shit eating grin you have ever given him. You take his length into your hand and start to pump his base gently. Then before he could give any objection that you didn’t have to give him head since you were high or that he could go down on you first if you’d prefer. But you successfully cut him off by leaving open mouthed kisses all along his shaft, purposefully avoiding his ever leaking tip. Giggling to yourself you finally take his head in your mouth, first giving a little swirl of your tongue before bobbing up and down only on his tip while pumping the rest of him. 

His cute face completely flushed, eyebrows furrowed, and panting as he looked down at you. Murmurs of praise leaving his lips, as one of his hands gently came to rest on your head. The sight in front of you just made you giggle more which made him feel more vibrations on his dick. Releasing him from your mouth with a wet pop, still palming his tip you ask, “Does that feel good baby?” in a sing-song voice as you trace kisses up his thigh.

“Oh my god Hase.” is all he can say back. He knows you’re teasing him, he knows exactly what you’re doing, but he cannot will himself to move you faster, its torture, but its blissful torture. You then continued your bobbing, each time taking more and more of him in your mouth and pumping what you couldn't reach with your hand. Snaking your other down, you start to gently massage his balls, and the combination of all these movements causes him to buck his hips into you, which only motivates you. You continue your motions until you hear his breathing get faster and his voice and whimpers grow higher and higher. Then when he warns you that he is about to cum, you speed up even faster, making him absolutely lose his mind. Tasting his cum sputter onto your tongue, you carefully swallow around him, knowing that it drives him insane. But you don’t stop there. 

You pop him out of your mouth and quickly wrap both of your hands around his shaft, pumping him almost aggressively at this point. You also make sure to prop your elbows against his thighs so that he cannot close his legs. 

“Liebe liebe liebe liebe!!!! Please…oh my go—-” is all he manages to get out as his body starts to thrash a bit from side to side, completely overwhelmed with all the stimulation you were giving him. 

“Liebling I came I came please!” he mustered out again, pleading with you, his eyes full of desperation. It hurt so good but it also felt so good. Right now you were nothing but an evil little minx trying to break him down to his very core of desperation. 

Finally, mercifully you stop pumping him, but torture him a little more by licking his dick clean, then tonguing your way up his chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all along his abdomen. 

At this point you were beyond giddy with yourself, very proud of what you’ve been able to do so far, but now of course your core was aching for any sort of stimulation. 

Losing a little bit of his gentle touch, König practically hauls your body up so that you are once again straddling him. His greedy lips pull you in with his mouth and he presses a firm hand to the middle of your back so that your torsos are pressed together. Giving him a mischievous look he quickly says, “No no no, how about you ride my fingers instead first hmmm?” He knew that his dick needed a break and that if he was able to redirect your attention to something else, you would soon get lost in it. Not to mention the fact that he really preferred not to be inside of you so quickly, without giving you a proper warm up. 

Giving him a contented humm he repositions himself so that he is sitting up more. Then, gently he takes two of his fingers and glides them through your folds toying with your clit ever so slightly, using his other hand to hold your hip in place. Finally when he pushed his digits up into you, making you gasp, you just felt so good, too good. Leaning forward, you pressed your chest against his and started to kiss him, moaning into his mouth. Soon you found a rhythm together, you bouncing and grinding into his hand, his other hand guiding you, and your mouths just devouring each other. 

He curls his hands so perfectly so that he hits your g-spot while his palm brushes against your clit over and over again. Feeling yourself get more desperate you pull away from him with a pleading look in your eyes. 

“Do you wanna lay down?” he asks softly, smiling. You do as suggested and lay down on your back, spreading your legs as he kneels in front of you. 

“Please fuck me” you say through half lidded eyes. He could do nothing but rake his eyes up and down your body. You were so perfect and kind to him and he truly liked this experience. Your high state made you more focused on your needs and pleasure. You allowed yourself to feel and react more naturally, and he is loving it. 

Leaning forward he cages you in under his arms, bracing them on either side of you and envelopes your mouth in hungry kisses. After a little whining he finally kisses down your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance. You let out a gasp as his tip enters you and he slowly eases his entire length into you. 

“Oh my god…fuck König, it feels so good, I feel so full” you murmur to him, faces inches away from each other. In return, he starts to give you slow, dragging thrusts. 

“Would you like me to go faster y/n?” he asks as he uses his fingertips to turn your chin toward him so that you are looking him in the eyes.

“Yes, yes faster please” you reply nodding up at him not breaking the eye contact which just about finished him off right there. But he took a deep breath and sped up his pace, snaking one hand between the two of you to rub circles around your clit. 

After several minutes you cling to his neck and shoulders, letting out a slew of whimpers and moans. 

“Please, please…I’m s’close…please” is all you are able to get out before he gives you a grin and angles his hips so he is hitting even deeper inside of you.

This is what does it for you. Wide eyed, brow furrowed, with your mouth agape you let out the prettiest, hottest moans he thinks he’s ever heard. “Cum around me shatz, please, let me feel you. I’ve got you, I’ve got you just let go.” is all he has to mutter for you to let go. 

“Oh fuck, König! I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming. AA-OOhh my god!” you choke out as he continues his pace and fucks you through your orgasm, now chasing his own high. But for some reason, your orgasm wasn’t stopping, it just kept going, for longer than it normally does. In your drunken state you were still able to connect this to the edible you took. 

“Oh my god shatz, fuck! I’m going to cum darling, where do you want me?” König gasped out, clearly losing any resolve he has left. 

“In me! In me please, I wanna feel you, please cum in me baby please.” you respond although still stuck in the seemingly never ending orgasm you smile through your words. Your smile and half lidded look into his eyes is the last nail in the coffin for him and with a sputter of his thrusts he explodes inside of you, groaning into your ear in the ways that you love so much. 

Then, finally you feel your orgasm start to dwindle down as he slows down his movements, before completely pulling out of you and bringing you to lay on your side next to him.  

“I love you.” is all you are able to whisper to him as he pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms completely around you, legs tangled together, your hands coming up to cradle his face. 

“I love you more.” he replies, pressing his lips to yours once more. 

Needless to say your first time having sex while high was a success, and the two of you will be doing it much more often.

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[zmzebra-writes]

Title: The Wrong Amagi Wedding Chapters: 3/? (start, previous) Genre: Comedy Summary: After being invited to their father's second marriage, Rinne and Hiiro find themselves having to temporarily return to the village. Not wanting their friends to be alone, the rest of Crazy:B and Alkaloid join them on their journey back, but these "city folks" might not be the only ones learning something new during this visit.

In this chapter.... The hike towards the village continues! Follow Alkakurei as they traverses the trees and rivers, meet old friends, and take their first steps into the village.

CW for vulgar jokes. Nothing cruel, just a tad dirty.

They were about half-way to the village when Rinne decided to stop for lunch. He had been pointing out edible plants for Niki to snack on, but everyone else wanted to eat a proper meal. It was around lunchtime anyways.

“On the other side of the river,” called out Rinne, “There’s a good space for us to have a picnic. Is everyone confident in their balancing abilities?”

Everyone made noises of agreement, but Aira and Mayoi looked unsure. 

“What do you mean by that, Rinne?” asked Aira.

Rinne held up two fingers. “If you don’t want to get wet, there are only two ways to cross the river to the village: balancing on an old fallen log or balancing on some high river rocks.”

Rinne gave a sly grin. “Unless you want me to test how far I can throw you, Aira-chan~...”

Aira squeaked and rapidly rejected the idea. 

“Kyahaha! Don’t worry, it’s not that bad,” reassured Rinne, “The water isn’t that deep or strong at this part of the river. If you’re nervous, you can walk on through.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’ll just freeze your nuts off instead!”

Aira’s face scrunched up. “...I think I’ll take the log.”

Rinne whistled and skipped ahead. “Rotting log it is!”

“Huh?? What do you mean rotting??”

Mayoi looked sick as he watched Aira chase after Rinne. “... I think I’ll just let the river take my balls.”

Tatsumi gave a look of concern. “But your balls are so lovely, Mayoi. It would be a loss for the world.”

“Tatsumi?!” shrieked Mayoi.

Tatsumi giggled. “Kidding~! Just a joke.”

“You are disgusting, Kazehaya,” said HiMERU as he pushed himself ahead of everyone.

“Aw, HiMERU, your balls are cute too~...” 

HiMERU turned around to murder Tatsumi for uttering such slander.

“Can we please stop talking about balls?!!” yelled Kohaku, thoroughly done with his seniors.

“Yeah! Don’t worry, Mayoi,” said Hiiro, aiming to be a beacon of comfort today, “You’ll still have your balls after crossing the river! It’s just cold.”

“Not helping, Hiiro!” There was no refuge for Kohaku.

“Hey are you guys done talking about your balls or are we going to cross this log?” yelled back Rinne, “Aira’s too much of a pussy to go first so Kohaku you need to get over here and hold his hand.”

“Brother, can’t I hold hands with Aira?” asked Hiiro.

“Nah, there’s only so much this old log can handle at a time, but you can go first and help them off the log.”

“On it!” Hiiro zoomed forward, crossing the log with light, deft steps. He leapt off, and started waving from the opposite bank.

“Come on, Aira! It’s perfectly safe!”

Aira still felt nervous, but Kohaku came up from behind and grabbed his hand. 

“Don’t worry, Love-han. I’ll be right behind and keep you from falling,” said Kohaku. 

Aira smiled.

“OK now chop chop, loverboys, get moving,” said Rinne, “We still have a lot more people to get through.”

Kohaku glared at Rinne, but let Aira lead him to the log bridge. Slowly, but surely, they made it to the other side where Hiiro helped them down.

Next was Niki, then HiMERU, and lastly Tatsumi, until only Rinne and Mayoi remained.

“Alright, Mayo-chan~, you’re up.”

Mayoi began to fidget. “... I really think I should just take the river.”

Rinne swooped down and lifted up Mayoi in a single, quick movement. Mayoi squeaked. 

“Come on, scaredy cat. If this ol’ log can hold up a fatass like Niki, it can hold up your flat ass. Unless you want to see if it can handle both our weights at once when I carry you across…”

Rinne held Mayoi so he was barely standing on the log before letting go. Mayoi quickly and gracefully crossed the log in one fell swoop. 

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Rinne followed behind on the log at a relaxed pace. 

Niki greeted him on the landing. “So lunchtime? You have the cooler, right?”

“Am I only a piece of meat to you, Niki?”

“Nyahaha, of course not, Rinne. You contain many different types of foods. Now open up!”

Rinne grumbled, but unzipped his bag. “A ‘please’ would be nice…”

He looked up at Kohaku. “Do you still have that messenger bag of snacks, Kohaku?”

Kohaku huffed at the obvious as the bag rested in front of him. 

“Are you an idiot, Rinne?” he said as he opened the bag, “Obviously I still have the— huh?”

Kohaku took off the bag and shook out a pile of trash. Only a few of them still contained food or drink. “Where did it… Niki!”

Niki carefully slinked out of sight. Kohaku dropped his luggage to increase his speed as he moved in for the kill. The rest of the group began setting up for lunch as Niki ran for his life.

A few minutes later, a sudden thud and shriek from Niki and Kohaku had Rinne dropping the sandwiches he was taking out of his bag and swiping his knife. Both Amagis hopped to action, running towards the sound of the shouts. 

Niki was sitting on the ground behind Kohaku who stood on the defense. In front of them stood a large beast in the shadows of the trees. Its massive flat face was only rivaled by the size of its soaring humpback. Smoke appeared to surround the beast, hiding its features as it breathed heavily. 

“Rinne, what is that thing?” asked Kohaku, unsure of whether his fists would be enough to take the monster down. 

“Stay still, Kohaku,” said Rinne as he creeped closer to the beast with a hand out to tell Hiiro to pause, “We don’t want to set it off.”

A low rumbling came from the beast as it scraped the ground with its wide hoof. 

“Easy, fella, easy,” said Rinne. He had a bet on what this mystery animal was, but he needed to take a risk to let everything end peacefully, “Don’t you recognize me?”

The beast huffed as more smoke billowed through the trees. Hiiro and Kohaku tensed up. Rinne was now only a foot away from the being. He held out a hand for it to sniff, his knife stored secretly in his back pocket. 

“I know it’s been years, but do you remember? The apple from that time.”

The beast stilled. The ever growing smoke began to thin to everyone’s relief. The beast moved into the light to press its face into Rinne’s outstretched hand.

Niki and Kohaku looked shocked at the sight of the now clearly visible strange creature. 

Hiiro’s eyes lit up in recognition and he tensed up to attack. “Volcano bison! You returned to destroy us!”

“Calm down, Hiiro,” replied Rinne as he patted Volcano Bison, “I’m friends with it. I think Volcano Bison was just curious.”

“Rinne, what the hell is that?” asked Kohaku with a slightly horrified look. The beast appeared to break several laws of existence with its large eyes and what appeared to be smoke coming from the peak on its back.

“It’s just Volcano Bison, Kohaku. It’s not that complicated.”

“It is Incredibly complicated, Rinne! Niki, back me up here.”

Kohaku turned to look at Niki who was ignoring the conversation in favor of observing the newly revealed creature. “Hmmm… I wonder how it would taste… Since it’s friends with Rinne, we probably won’t be allowed to eat it, but still…”

Kohaku’s face dropped for a moment until he recovered with a face palm. “Right. I don’t know what I expected.”

Rinne moved to the side to introduce his new friends to Volcano Bison. “That over there is Hiiro, my younger brother who I told you about. The pink shorty is Kohaku, and the guy on the ground is Niki, my wife.”

This caught Niki’s attention. “I’m not your wife, Rinne!”

“Can we not argue in front of my friends, Niki?”

Volcano Bison let out a low rumble (that Kohaku pretended he did not jump at) before appearing to bow its head. In a way. It didn’t particularly seem to have a visible neck or bendable knees which made it rather unsettling to watch.

“Any friend of my brother is a friend of mine,” said Hiiro with a smile.

“We were about to stop for lunch, if you would like to join us, Volcano Bison,” offered Rinne. He had packed a few apples for this exact possibility.

Volcano Bison smiled with its eyes and nodded.

“Follow us then!” 

Niki used Kohaku (against his will) to stand up, and together they watched the beast gallump after the two brothers. 

“Please tell me you think this is weird too, Niki,” begged Kohaku.

“Maybe a little, but this is a big world we live in Kohaku,” responded Niki before following after them.

Kohaku stared at their disappearing backs. He huffed. 

“HiMERU and Love-han wouldn’t treat me this way,” he said before walking back to the picnic site.

Thankfully for Kohaku, the rest of the group seemed correctly shocked by the beast joining them for lunch. The apple Rinne passed to it appeared to somehow be eaten in one gulp like a :3-faced toucan. Kohaku and Aira pretended they weren’t hiding behind HiMERU and Tatsumi as Volcano Bison stared directly at them. Mayoi also hid behind Tatsumi, but he didn’t try to hide it. It made for a very surreal picnic.

Later, as they were cleaning up, Rinne passed it another fruit before speaking quietly to it. “If anything happens in the village, I want you to cause a diversion and get as many of them out as fast as possible. I’ll call you if I need you.”

Volcano Bison nodded.

Rinne smiled and patted his old friend on the back. “Thanks.”

The Amagis waved goodbye as Volcano Bison disappeared back into the woods in a cloud of smoke. Kohaku, HiMERU, and Aira wondered if some of those road trips snacks had been laced with something.

The rest of the hike to the village was quiet until: “Oh be careful of the twine there,” warned Rinne as HiMERU paused his gait. On the ground was a thin piece of string tied across the path.

“Thank you for the warning, Amagi,” said HiMERU as he and the rest of the party carefully stepped over it.

“No problem,” waved off Rinne.

“What would have happened if the trap went off?” asked Aira.

“A bunch of arrows would get set off and kill MERUMERU instantly,” said Rinne as he glanced around the trees.

Aira went pale, but now was Hiiro’s time to shine: “That’s not true! That trap only lets the village know that someone is walking down the path towards us,” he explained.

Rinne booed him. “Why’d you have to ruin the joke so quickly, Hiiro? Let your little girlfriend hop around worried for a bit first.”

“But the arrow traps aren’t on this path, brother!” said Hiiro, “I don’t want to lie to Aira.”

Aira frowned, but Tatsumi patted him on the back in reassurance. “Don’t worry, Aira. If any arrows come towards you, I’ll protect you from the arrows with my life.”

“Tattsun?!” 

“HiMERU will help Kazehaya if the event occurs,” said HiMERU as he walked towards the front again.

Rinne hit HiMERU on the back. “That’s the spirit, MERUMERU. Glad to see you getting along with Tatsumi.”

HiMERU frowned as Tatsumi smiled.

Rinne looked up at a tree and smiled as his eye caught a glint of metal in the light. “Hey, Hiiro, do you want to do the honors in letting everyone know we’re here?”

Hiiro lit up as he rushed over to climb up a nearby tree and pull on a similar looking piece of string.

“Hey, Rinne?” asked Kohaku, “So what’s the difference between that trap and the one your brother is setting off?”

Rinne turned back to look at Kohaku. “Hm? The one Hiiro is setting off is the hidden village doorbell so that no one thinks a sneak attack is happening. That one MERU was going to set off is the stupid loser doorbell because only the ones not in the know or not paying attention set it off. I think Hiiro set it off once and no one let him live it down for a month.”

“I see,” replied Kohaku, thinking of his own family’s secrets.

Hiiro climbed back down the tree. “Hey guys, what are we talking about?”

Kohaku looked at Hiiro’s bright eyes and decided to spare him. “Oh we were just talking about the different traps on this path.”

“Yeah! We got a lot of them around here to do all sorts of things,” said Hiiro, “My brother is well versed in a lot of them since he set most of them off when we were kids.”

“Oh really?” said Kohaku with a cat’s grin. 

Rinne sped up his walking to race ahead. “Wow! Look at how close we are to the village. We should be hitting the village border any second���”

The more observant of the group spotted a blur racing towards them. “Rinne, look out!” called out Kohaku as he realized the attacker’s target. Rinne braced himself as he stood alone on the forest path, the rest of the group farther behind.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up,” said Rinne through gritted teeth.

The attacker dove for Rinne, starting a brief brawl as the two fought using moves Kohaku had never seen before. Kohaku and Hiiro raced towards Rinne, but they were too late, and soon Rinne was taken down by what appeared to be a large woman with short red hair in blue and tan clothing. 

“Hiiro,” she said flatly, and that was all the warning they got before she attacked once more.

This time, however, Kohaku was close enough to lend his aid. The two of them worked hard to down this strange opponent, but somehow Kohaku kept finding all his moves to kill swiftly disarmed. It was worse than fighting Madara, who had a tendency to enjoy preventing Kohaku from actually connecting any hits over fighting back. In the end, Kohaku and Hiiro found themselves both hanging upside down, one in each hand, as the woman wrangled the two teenagers at once.

The rest of the party caught up and stared in horror as they found themselves helpless against their surprise opponent. 

Aira looked at Hiiro’s serious eyes, but found himself confused by his friend’s smile.

Why was he…?

“Haha! You got me again, father!” laughed Hiiro as he swung himself in the woman’s grasp.

“FATHER?!?” yelled the rest of the party.

“You must be the friends Rinne spoke of,” the woman said, continuing to hold Kohaku and Hiiro by their ankles, “He spoke very highly of all of you.”

A distant voice called out ahead from where the woman came from. “Leader! Leader!” an out of breath voice cried out, “You are supposed to be resting!”

Rinne groaned from where he lay on the ground. “Even while sick, you are still causing trouble, old man,” he grumbled to himself.

Rinne sat up and leveled his father with a flat stare as the villager came closer to them. “Can you put down Kohaku and Hiiro, father? Kohaku’s hair is going to turn red from all his blood rushing down and you’ll confuse him for another Amagi.”

The elder Amagi let go of her opponents. Hiiro tumbled down quietly while Kohaku yelped before both landed softly, used to breaking their falls. Aira rushed forward to their sides and grabbed their wrists. He dragged them both back to stand behind Tatsumi. Kohaku glared while Hiiro smiled. His father cocked her head at the sight, but paid them little mind.

“Hey,” called out Rinne, pulling her attention back to him, “Aren’t duel greetings reserved for martial arts students?”

“You will always be my student, and there will always be more to learn. I needed to see if your skills have rusted in your absence,” she stated.

“Just admit you wanted to take a swing at me and Hiiro after all this time,” said Rinne as he glared upwards at his father.

She pointedly looked away from Rinne towards the oncoming aide. The woman huffed as she bent her head forward in deference. “Sir, I apologize for cutting your reunion short with your sons, but you must spend more time saving your strength for the wedding.”

“It is traditional for the monarch to greet guests to the village before they arrive, Ayasato,” she said.

“It is traditional with a team of bodyguards present, sir,” the aide emphasized, “We had a welcoming team prepared to meet them in your absence led by your wife to be.”

“I deemed them unnecessary. As the only main branch Amagi remaining in the village, I deemed it necessary for myself to be the one to greet these outsiders.”

Ayasato’s face remained blank to avoid showing her true feelings on the matter, but Rinne frowned at his father’s intentional dig.

“Now are we going to stand here all day or shall we return to the village?” their father asked, “We’ve prepared a big dinner for you all tonight, and we have much to explain to you about the rules during your stay here.”

Ayasato bowed. “Lead the way, sir.”

The senior Amagi began walking back towards the village. Ayasato leaned down and offered a hand to Rinne. “It’s good to have you back, sir.”

He ignored it and stood up on his own. “Keep the fake praise to yourself.”

Ayasato frowned, but nodded before she turned to the rest of the party. “Everyone, follow us and I will inform everyone of our basic rules as we walk to the village center.”

With no other path, but forward, the idols followed them deeper into the forest.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

thinkin abt working w gene takovic & being generally shit at the job and he gets tired of reader slacking off and decides to give reader a little motivation to do better ……….

workplace harassment but if it was epic 😌

my immediate thought was "reader comes into work high and gets disciplined" so im adding intox to this hope that's ok :3

warning: intox, possibly dubcon? (you're high and he's your superior)

You hated your fucking job.

I mean, it wasn't horrible. It was just a run of the mill food service position at the Cinnabon in the mall. Standing for 8 hours, shitty customers, all the glitz and glamour you could expect, but hey, free cinnamon rolls was a nice perk. It's not like you were planning to make a career out of this anyway. You could afford to dick around on the clock from time to time. Plus, y'all were short-staffed anyway, so what were they gonna do, fire you?

Well, today, you had pushed your luck too far.

It was supposed to be a busy day, some huge sale happening in the mall, and that meant a bunch of entitled pricks needing their cream cheese frosted insulin bombs. You didn't want to risk strangling the first boomer that yelled at you, so you figured why not pop a few edibles before your shift?

Big mistake. You realized that when you clocked in.

One of your coworkers called out, and another was coming in late. That meant it was just you and your manager Gene tackling the first few hours. He wasn't horrible to work with, but a skeleton crew was no one's idea of a good time. Let alone the fact that you'd be stupid high in about an hour and there'd be no one else to cover your ass.

When they kicked in, it didn't take long for him to notice. You were staring at the register blankly for maybe 5 minutes, but it felt like eons in food service time. Once your other coworker came in, Gene took you into his office to reprimand you, making sure to lock the door before he slumped down at his desk.

"Look, kid. I get it. I don't wanna be here either, but you can't be doing that. Not only is it against the law, but it's dangerous. If you're spacing out like that you could cut or burn yourself, and-"

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. You ever talk to your cat and wonder if they can understand a goddamn word you're saying? That was basically this. You were just staring at how his nipples poked through his officially licensed Cinnabon® polo shirt. He was kinda cute, for a sad old man. Wait, fired? Did he just say fired? You snap out of it and make eye contact with him.

Gene sighed. "You haven't been listening to me, have you?"

You shook your head.

"I said, corporate has kind of a zero-tolerance policy for drug use on the job. I'm supposed to fire you, but," He got up from his chair and approached you, stroking your cheek with a pensive look on his face, no doubt a dumb, ditsy look on yours. "you're a good kid. I'd like to see you do better. I'm hoping there's another way we can work this out. Call it positive reinforcement, yeah?"

You nodded. Positive reinforcement. Sure, whatever.

He smiled. "Good boy."

You whined. Oh fuck, that felt nice to hear. He could tell.

Before you knew it, you were on your knees in front of him, servicing his cock with your mouth, messily. Drool was seeping out from your lips, pooling onto what you hoped was the floor and not your shirt. The weed was making this far more intense than you'd ever imagined. His taste was addicting. However deep you could take him just wasn't enough. You ran your tongue all over him, his head, his shaft, his balls. God, it was so fucking good. Shit, you were probably enjoying this more than he was.

That's not to say Gene wasn't enjoying it. He threw his head back and sighed. He rested his hand on your scalp and ruffled your hair, making you whimper around him. "That's a good boy."

Positive reinforcement indeed.

[zhengzi]

Talk about..... 16: ...the best party you’ve ever been to! and 26: ... things you do when you're sick!

16 Talk about the best party you’ve ever been to.

oh boy best party I've ever been to... a couple comes to mind. I definitely only really experienced a proper party when I started living in Vancouver from 2018-2020, it felt like i was in a college film, especially with the red solo cups since i've only ever seen them in films lol

a few parties coming to mind are my friend's birthday party at her place in like 2019, the parties during the student newspaper annual retreat on a remote island off the coast of BC (also in 2019), and the little parties I'd have with my roommates in 2020

so at my friend's birthday party, a couple of mutual friends were also there, one of them being one of my best friends to this day that I still keep in contact with. it was a little overwhelming so i didn't meet too many new people that night, but i did end up striking an extremely long conversation with someone i knew in passing from the dorm musical production that i actually met the birthday friend through. it really felt like my first proper college party and it was a nice time. i did get way too high towards the end of the night tho since i was both smoking joints and took an edible halfway through, i went back with my best friend and i was so paranoid about not being able to make it back to my place lmao

now for the student newspaper retreat, they had this thing where they would skip class on friday and basically fuck off to a remote island off the coast of BC for the weekend and we all stayed in this one house that was very remote with the nearest grocery store being a car ride away on the island. i was also dealing with a very serious crush on a coworker who was also on this trip at the time, so i was kinda suffering a bit as well. i slept on the couch in the house. anyway, we mostly chilled during the day, but we partied hard at night. now i didn't really drink so i was probably one of the very few people to stay sober (edit: ok i wasn't totally sober, i got high instead lol), while everyone else got really drunk. i played games, we all fucked around, someone did pass out. it definitely felt like i was in a college film. i think the enjoyment i got from this was kinda feeling like an anthropologist just being intrigued by witnessing an actual north american style rager, all of the tropes were there basically

now the little parties with my roommates in 2020 are my actual favourites, im still extremely close friends with one of the roommates to this day and i consider them a platonic soulmate. now the parties were smaller since it was during the pandemic so it was roommates only, but those were the parties that i actually enjoyed myself and didn't feel self-conscious about and didn't feel like an observer. we played board games, video games in the basement, i had a charcuterie board for the first time, we celebrated halloween together, we made apple pie once and my friend taught me how to dance in the kitchen. we'd also get high. these are the parties that i still think about fondly and would never want to forget

26 Talk about things you do when you’re sick.

well when im sick, i usually lay in bed a lot. i'd probably also have a soup or porridge of some kind as well. i also drink a lot of fluids. i don't do much tbh lol other than rest a lot and maybe watch stuff when im not sleeping

[talk about ask game]

[rylekayner]

pls tell me more abt jets punk au 👂👁️👁️👂

Wooo yes let’s go.

Ok so i’ve got a bunch of vague unconnected thoughts hence why I’ve been making my little drawing series instead of an actual fic so this is going to be very disjointed. I don’t know how long this may end up being so I’ll put it all bellow the cut :))

Mark and Connor meet at work, Mark is a tattoo apprentice and Connor is a piercer. Initially there’s a lot of tension between them, they’re opposite sides of the same coin.

Connor is an agitator and Mark’s uptight.

Half of Mark’s personality is that he’s completely straight edge and Connor used to sell drugs in high school.

Connor is a crowd killer, Mark is Mr pit etiquette.

It comes to a head when they both end up at a house show, Connor elbows Mark right in the face (genuinely by accident but to this day Mark doesn’t full believe him) and Adam drags them out side and tells them they need to get their shit together and either fuck or fight but just get it over with. Given Connor’s reputation Mark assumes he’s about to have to start throwing punches when he’s grabbed by his collar until he realised he’s being pulled in for a kiss.

They end up actually talking things out a realise they actually do a good job of rounding out each others harsher edges. Connor aggressiveness, and Marks elitist tendencies.

They still fight even 4 years into their relationship but they understand each other now much better than pretty much anyone else.

-

The band starts with Mark on guitar and vocals, Connor on drums with back up vocals and Troubs on bass. They end up adding Josh as lead guitar after his old band breaks up (not sure of the details with this one but I want Draisaitl in there somewhere cause I like the history between Jmo and Drai).

Troubs ends up leaving the band when he gets a “real job” in New York but he introduces the rest of the guys of Kyle as their new bassist.

Kyle would never admit it but he was terrified of Helle for the first couple of months, Connor has been in Winnipeg for years at this point but his reputation from the Michigan scene still haunts him and Kyle and heard stories. It’s almost hard to reconcile this version of Connor as the same one who’d allegedly set someone backyard on fire back in Michigan.

They end up bonding over making fun of Mark and Connor’s happy to have someone to smoke with again. Mark is still straight edge just less pretentious about it and Josh will do edibles but doesn’t like smoking so it’s been a while since Connor’s hand someone who will physically smoke with him. Once Kyle gets over his fear he has a little bit of hero worship going on which makes it very easy for Connor to convince him to get up to mischief.

This is going to end with mark/Connor/Kyle if I can help it.

-

Josh is a musical prodigy, he was in a metal band previously and has a crazy amount of skill with a guitar, mark thought he was being replaced when Troubs suggested recruiting him until Josh opened his mouth and they heard his excuse for singing (even for a punk band it was shocking) but he’s got a natural inclination to music in a way none of the other quite do. Together with Connor they write a majority of the bands songs.

He had a messy break up with Drai which caused his last band to fall apart and after that he mostly just focused on music and collage (he’s getting a masters in anthropology, they all thought it was a joke when he told them) but then there’s this new bouncer at Adams bar (Adam owns a dive bar sorry this is all very disjointed) and Josh is enamoured. Spoiler alert it’s Morgan who is not at all involved in the punk scene, he’s just new to Winnipeg and needed a job and now he’s at all of the gigs the play at Adam’s and Josh won’t talk to him because “he barely looks old enough to be in here”

Uhhh I think that’s it for the moment I’m on a lot of pain meds but if you wanna know anythjng in particular please ask I’m so excited to talk about this au the more I talk about it the easier it is for me when I eventually do write it

TL;DR

Mark: Straight Edge, Sings and Plays guitar, in a long term relationship with Helle

Connor: Shit stirer, plays drums, sometimes sings, writes a lot of the songs, in a long term relationship with Mark

Kyle: Newest member of the band, plays bass primarily but can play several other instruments, has something suspiciously flirty going on with Helle and Scheif

Josh: the most traditionally talented, plays guitar, is not allowed to sing under any circumstances, helps Helle with writing, had a nasty break up with Drai a few years back is now busy making heart eyes a Bear.

Morgan: Not really involved in the scene, just works as a bouncer for a lot of the gigs the boys play. Spends a lot of time day dreaming about Josh serenading him (only because he’s never hear josh sing)

[oreganosbaby]

‘Roman trying to tout his "virginity" as an asset but having to articulate it within the paradigm of militaristic masculinity lmao’

-wait this sounds rly interesting and it feels instinctually accurate but i’m not actually 100% what u mean.. can you give an example?

ok i articulated that really weirdly because i was half asleep when i wrote that post but im talking abt this part and i apologise for the insanity:

He's essentially saying "I am at peak age for sex and though I am a virgin and might be inexperienced/not good, I want this. I'm willing to do this [for you?]." Like, it's so funny for Roman to try and make his "virginity" appear as something attractive within the language of militaristic masculinity and while that could work in theory (Chivalrous chastity and all), it doesn't work in this context. It doesn't make sense within this "fuck or be fucked" system where he wants to "be fucked" so, it comes out like this. I know he's partially joking but, also like... I don't think he totally is, even if I don't think he actually wants to fuck her.

He refers to his self-percieved "youth" as him being a "Young fighter in his prime," meaning he's virile (we all know he isn't). Previously, Roman's youth or rather, inmaturity has been used as a something to detract him so, he's trying to reframe this as something that might fit in within his father's ideas of masculinity. This continues with him describing his "virginity" as him being "technically raw" which should conjure images of masculinity because it continues on that line of virility which implies aggression, connecting it with him being a "fighter." He's using a particular model of masculinity that doesn't have much place within Logan's ideals; it's the idea of men being inherently guided by their primal instincts to fuck and hunt. This model usually involves women, with their maternal wisdom, tedency toward cooperation and gentle disposition disposition, as being the ones to "civilise" men. Logan's not terribly into this idea because it means that he's not in total conscious control of himself. He then tacks on that he's "hungry," which reinforces the framing of this as being in his nature and also, kind of calls back to the rest of the eating metaphors regarding him. Putting "raw" and "hungry" within the same sentence also can be read as Roman referring to himself as "raw meat," an image that's masculine and primitive but also edible (You eat me; I eat you). Honestly, this model of masculinity has only been alluded to in the attempts to synthesise this with civilised modernity which I think makes sense within militaristic ideals.

Again, it's also sort of but not really presented as a joke because like, plausible deniability via irony poisoning and he doesn't actually want to. Both relate to he doesn't seem to really buy what he's saying. It contributes to the awkwardness. Virginity is not something that fits with Logan's idea of masculinity nor the one he's attempting to adopt the language of. It's not considered attractive within those contexts and the fact that he mentions it at all is very funny. Even though Logan finds "girlishness" to be unattractive and disgusting, it's a fitting descriptor for Roman and is something that I think (and I apologise for the grossness? of this) can be more easily framed as being attractive. Wrt Roman's virginity in particular, it's something that could flatter the other person by making them feel more powerful through their sexual experience and is also very self objectifying in the way that he'd frame be framing himself as a commodity of high value due to him being "unused." It's not necessarily virtuous within that system either but it makes more sense and it's definitely a relatively socially normative idea of attractiveness.

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

(About an ask you answered earlier) (probably just me self reflecting so you don’t have to answer this obv)

Ok wait what’s considered a high sleeping heart rate??? Because I’ve been recording my heart rate for easily 2 years and my average sleeping bpm is 100 (but when I’m awake it’s 110-120, highest being 198, so maybe it’s not that bad in comparison)???

Man this is making me think I need to talk to my doctor again, but last time I did that I got referred to a cardiologist who told me I should drink more water and add an ungodly amount of salt to every meal (and to my water) to see if that does anything. (Same cardiologist also said I was just under meeting the requirement for POTS (and made me do an ultrasound for some fucking reason?????))

HI. UM? ??? ????????? ?

BESTUE. BESTIE. GRABS YOU BY THE FACE. BESTIE.

AN AVERAGE BPM OF 100 IS TOO HIGH FOR A WAKING BPM. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HEARTS CAN GO FUCKING 198 BEATS BER FUCKING MINUTE WITHOUT LIKE, EXPLODING OR SOMETHING

honestly i'm insuklted. the audacity to be more sick than me on my tummbed eler page??? rude. RUDE!!1 (this is /s by the way. i'm extremely high rn i tried a new brand of edible and it's VERY working so sorry if this makes no sense but i needed to get this out NOW like a sailor relaying a message from the titanic herself. lest YOU die of heart explode)

(please do not get too anxious. i fear you becoming too anxious will cause you to die of heart explode)

ANYWAY. the highest MY heart wate ever was, was 160, and even that Shocked And Disturbed Others whom heard of it. a normal resting heart rate should be like, in the double digits. 98 or higher does NOT count as double digits. 98 or 99 is nor normal.

do not panic. do not worry, do not die of heart explode

(i'm planning to turn this post into a poem- can you tell?)

i cant move my neck .

go find a new cardiologist. doctors are like bad boyfriend, u should drop that like its HOT!!! if doctor not do anything, new doctor! kaboom!

or go back to first cardiologist and say "salt didn't do shit you madwoman." or madman. i dont discriminate <3

the font on my screen is starting to look like those fonts for dyslexia (does this make sense to anyone but me????)

love u/ . <# please god see a doctor. and don't stop seeing doctors. you are very sick and this is dire. i fear cardiact arrest . that is simply put scienctifically speaking- too fucking high.

don't panic.

[indigo474]

Sunday funday take 2-

It rained all weekend. Fine by me. I like the rain. It makes me appreciate the Sun. The inspection for the house-my house- came back. Nothing too concerning. I am going to have the chimney inspected..again.

I started the 10k program today. in the rain, at the park. it's almost like my soul always knew what i needed. i always wanted to run. i cant explain any of it. but today i ran almost 4 miles in the rain.. i can hardly fucking believe it. it's kind of a big deal to me. my goal is to lift 3 days- run 3 days. if i have a choice, which i do- i'm running. i can't help it. i could probably lift and run - maybe something i should think about doing. I must run on the street or i am going to flop this 5k. i have time to figure it out.

I am not renewing my marijuana med card. i originally got it because i was afraid x was going to bring it up.. which he didnt. it was good i had it for my promotion and drug test- they never asked for it. im assuming i passed the drug test? I'm going to try and make a trip to get more edibles before my card expires. But yeah.. i'm done with it.. i rarely get high anymore. there is no reason for me to have it. if i want anything i can drive to new jersey.

I am so grateful for this life. I could never imagine living the life i'm living. not in a million years. It wasn't easy. some days its still not easy- i will probably always be healing. i am still that little blonde headed girl. some days i do a great job of loving myself and being kind to myself. i give myself what i need. there are days where i try and i fail. so i try again. it's amazing though - what can happen when you just keep going, no matter what-

I have another busy week. the ice queen was in monday and tuesday- drunk drunk drunk-- she was out the rest of the week. I heard she missed an important meeting in NY. It's sad. i feel sorry for her. funny i feel sorry for her but i do not feel sorry for the guy downstairs and his obvious drug addiction. i thought about that this week and i am not really sure why that is. i wonder what that says about me. why do i feel sorry for one and not the other? is there a difference? my team is ok. i have a few issues i need to address. we have a dress code. someone on my team was wearing sneakers. i asked her if she was wearing sneakers- she said no. really? they look like sneakers- no she says they are leather. oh ok. i was just checking. i actually thought it was funny. it's almost like they are kids or they think im an idiot. im not sure which. it's a lot. i'm getting good at it- ive learned so much about what it means to be a supervisor. i have 1 person i want off my team. i like her as a human but she needs to go as she is dead weight.

i finished watching the jerry farwell jr doc- it turned into a trump bashing documentary. they tried to say the pool boy was a victim.. i'm not sure i buy it. he got angry he didnt receive money and decided to come forward with his story. we wasnt a victim when he was flying first class, dining with celebrities or was balls deep in jerry's wife. he became a victim when he didnt get paid.. Paradise was rebuilt- that one was hard to watch- those poor people went through so much. i watched a good one-betrayal the perfect husband-

busy busy week. Madison turns 19 on Friday.. we were going to go to Hershey. We might still. Im not sure. I'll order a vegan cake. that will make her happy. my car is so messed up. i think i know what is wrong with it. its a matter of finding the time to get it to the mechanic.

[mrvlbimbo]

Fast times at Fennel Fields

Adrian Chase x reader

I got a request for a fluff fic so I wrote 4.2k words of idiots being in love and here it is. I appreciate all the requests sm, keep them coming and I’ll keep writing them :)

The best thing to say about Fennel Fields is that it wasn’t the worst place in the world to work. Adrian didn’t hate working there and the pay was enough. Most of his coworkers were bearable although he didn’t think they liked him very much.

For the most part he didn’t care what they thought about him. He didn’t make an effort to get close to them until they hired the new girl. She was friendly and kind and he thought she was perfect in every way.

Before her he worked with a group of three kids in their 20s and their manager Taylor. There were more people that worked there but they never had shifts with him so he didn’t bother to learn their names.

The people he did work with were a guy named Ben and two girls named Blake and Avery. Blake was nice enough but Avery was a total bitch. He didn’t have any problem with Ben except that he was a typical jock that would have made fun of him in High School.

He started to have more of a problem when Ben flirted with the new girl on her first day. It’s not like he thought he had a chance with her but it was still annoying to see another guy trying to get with her.

When she had started working there she became friends with the other workers quickly, something he envied. He had been working at Fennel Fields for years but he was seldom included in the employee bonding activities. The only time he had received a message from one of his coworkers was when they needed him to cover their shifts.

The reason he liked her was because she cared. Not just about him, she cared about everyone. She cared who they were and what they had to say.

Her first day she walked through that door and set her eyes on him. She stood right in front of him and offered her hand “Hi,” she said and introduced herself.

“The manager isn’t here yet,” he replied, quickly returning to his job of wiping down tables. He was the assistant manager but it was usually Taylor’s job to train new employees.

She nodded awkwardly and laughed at his bluntless. “Ok cool. What’s your name?” She asked, doing her best to be friendly despite his slightly rude response.

He cringed at how short he had been with her. It wasn’t her fault that he was having a bad day, which was pretty much any day he had to come into work. “Sorry, sorry. I’m Adrian by the way,” he said, giving up his name as a sort of peace offering.

She flashed him a wide grin and from that moment on he was hooked.

The first few weeks she earnestly tried to eat the food at her job. She would take her lunch break at the same time as Adrian. The only thing on the menu that he would dare recommend were the boardwalk fries.

Those first few weeks were nice because she sat with him and chatted about whatever was on her mind during their break. His day was always brightened by her colorful expression when she tasted an outlier in the batch of unevenly seasoned fries.

Her nose scrunched up when she tried a particularly salty one. “Ew, gross,” she commented, throwing the fry into the garbage can next to the table.

“Yeah the food here is barely edible and that’s the best thing we have,” Adrian commented, taking a bite of his perfect brought from home Caesar salad with grilled chicken.

She laughed at his brutally honest answer. “I guess that’s why you bring food from home.” He wanted to offer to share some of his food with her but before he could he heard the rest of their coworkers get back from break.

“Girl, I know you’re not eating those god awful fries,” Blake remarked, setting her purse behind the counter and walking over to join them at the table. She gave Adrian a polite nod and then promptly went back to ignoring him.

The other two workers followed suit, standing to the side of her. “Yeah, come get lunch with us some time?” Ben offered.

She shrugged and reluctantly swallowed another fry, trying to ignore the lack of flavor on this one. “Oh I’ll be alright. I don’t want to leave Adrian here all alone,” she answered, giving a look in his direction and smiling.

The truth was he really didn’t want her to leave him alone during his lunch break. He had never had someone to spend it with and it was a nice change of pace. Of course he would never admit this so when Avery fixed him with a scowl and asked, “Oh i’m sure you don't care. Right Adrian?” He just shrugged and continued eating his salad.

And then he had to pretend he didn’t notice her leaving with everyone else during their lunch break. Without their daily lunch they started to drift apart. She got really close with her other coworkers and although she never ignored him like they did, she was much colder than when he first met her.

Her actions just solidified his idea that she never really wanted to be his friend in the first place. The idea that she was just waiting for better people to come around so she wouldn’t have to hangout with him anymore.

It was months before they were alone again. This time it was because all the other workers left early for a party. Of course, she had to stay and help because his night couldn’t get any worse.

It’s not that he didn’t want her there, it was just really hard to get anything done with her around. Luckily for him she seemed to be focused on her own tasks. She had headphones in and she was sweeping the floors.

He watched her intently, getting lost in the way she seemed so carefree and full of life. It was only fitting that when he looked away for a minute to check the salt and pepper shakers, she would bump right into him and fall to the ground.

She let out a surprised sound when she hit the floor. “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry. I was sweeping and I wasn’t paying attention because I was looking at the floor because like that’s where the sweeping happens,” she hurriedly explained, her face turning a deep shade of red.

He offered her a hand and an apology of his own. “No no I’m sorry I should have been paying attention.”

Once she had been helped off the floor they stood there in front of each other looking for something to say. “Well I guess there’s a lot of things you’re not paying attention to,” she muttered softly before returning to her work.

He tried to figure out what she meant by that and how it was about him but his mind blanked. What had he not been paying attention to? After everything was packed up and they were ready to go, curiosity finally got the best of him. “What did you mean? What am I not paying attention to?” he asked her.

“I guess you’ve just kinda been ignoring me for a while,” she answered, looking down at her feet rather than meeting his gaze.

His eyes widened at her admittance and he felt like such an idiot. He was trying to do a nice thing by leaving her alone but to her it seemed like he just didn’t want to be around her. “Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to annoy you so I figured I’d leave you alone,” he explained, his voice pleading for her not to be upset.

She let out a small laugh at his answer and dread filled his chest. She was going to tell him that he was annoying and she didn’t want to be around him. Or worse she was going to tell all the other employees how much she hated him. His fears ran loose in his mind until she responded. “Oh my god no you’re not annoying. I think you’re really cool,” she assured him, instantly setting his mind at ease.

That was the moment things changed for them. The unfortunate miscommunication had driven a wedge between them until then. But once things were sorted, they quickly became close friends.

She had forced the rest of their coworkers to begrudgingly accept him. Despite them having to be civil to him they were far from friends. Blake was the nicest to him but he still felt like her kindness was an act.

Him and Blake didn’t really have anything in common except for their mutual friend. This situation came to a head when she invited both of them over to her house for a movie night.

Things were going fine until the host left to grab snacks. Once Blake and Adrian were alone the air was tense and awkward between them. “You like her,” she accused in a matter of fact tone.

He did a very mediocre job of denying her claim. “Pshh, noo. No we’re just friends,” he stuttered out, his face flushing a deep red as he spoke.

“I don’t believe you,” she replied bluntly, turning her attention back to the TV.

He couldn’t tell what her endgame was. Was she going to tell the rest of his coworkers? Did she want to set them up? Maybe she was just nosey.

Before he could offer any rebuttal, the subject of their conversation returned. “You two behaved while I was gone?” she asked with a slight chuckle and sat down between them on the couch.

They both nodded awkwardly, not informing her of the discussion they just had.

As time went on, it became clear she was going to try and get everyone to hang out together as much as possible. He tried to refuse her invitations as much as he could without being rude. Although it was a little bit hard to ignore his coworkers when they got snowed in at work.

“Yep, unless one of you happens to have a snow plow we’re stuck here,” Ben commented, shutting the door quickly behind him to keep the heat in.

Adrian cringed at the way everyone laughed at his joke, a tinge of jealousy filling his chest when he saw her smile at the other man.

“Ugh this sucks, I had a date tonight,” Avery complained, stomping over to sit at a table in the corner.

The rest of them stood awkwardly in the middle of the restaurant until Adrian spoke up. “She needs a date with some anger management classes,” he said hesitantly. This time it was his turn to receive the attention of his coworkers. He couldn’t care less that Blake and Ben were laughing because he was only paying attention to her. The way she scrunched her nose when she laughed and her hand that she absentmindedly placed on his arm.

“Fuck off, Virgin. No one likes you,” Avery yelled across the room, throwing a salt shaker in his direction.

He caught it easily and placed it on another table, rolling his eyes and heading to the back of the store. Blake and Ben went to sit with Avery but the other girl followed him into the back, wanting to make sure he was ok.

She rushed to catch up with his long strides and grabbed his arm once she reached him “Are you alright?” she asked softly.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly “She’s a bitch,” he blurted out, eyes widening at his own words.

Before he could correct himself she let out a surprised laugh. “You’re so right but omg you can’t just say that,” she replied, resting a hand on his chest to steady herself as she giggled.

They walked back into the seating area and went over to their coworkers. Blake and Ben were sitting in the window seats. The seat next to Ben was empty and the seat next to Blake was taken by Avery, whose face was twisted into a look of disdain.

He reluctantly took the seat next to Ben, not wanting to sit with them anyways. There was a lack of space at the table and that was made clear by the fact one person was still standing up.

She blinked a few times in annoyance and confusion and then she shrugged, taking her seat on the side of the booth with the two men. Because of the small space, her seat was Adrian’s lap.

He did his very best to pretend it wasn’t a big deal. Where else was she supposed to sit? It didn’t mean anything.

“Ew,” Avery remarked, looking at the others to assure that they agreed with her. Ben and Blake kept an awkward silence at her attempt at a joke.

Finally, they had all grown tired of her sour mood. “Oh be quiet, they’re cute,” Blake snapped, offering her and Adrian a sympathetic smile.

“Oh, were not-” she quickly corrected Blake’s assumption but she was interrupted by Ben.

“Damn, Chase. Shut down!” he remarked, giving the other man a smug self satisfied smile.

Adrian grimaced at Ben calling him by his last name. Because of his older brother’s popularity, some people never bothered to learn his name when he was younger and they called him that. Even though it was a long time ago it still stung.

They were able to get out of the store before the end of the night because of their manager finding a car that could get through the snow. Hanging out all together that night made the group into friends for real and they actually started to hang out together more often.

A lot of this hanging out took place at parties. It was usually hard to get Adrian to go to parties. But they were able to get him to go to the town’s spring break party.

Swaying bodies filled the living room, Blake stood in the corner drinking with her newest coworker. “Ten dollars you can’t get Adrian to dance,” she commented.

“I’ll take those odds all day,” the woman replied, pacing over to where he was sitting on the couch and shooting a grin back in the direction she came from.

“Heyyyy. Blake says I can't get you to dance,” she greeted, pointing to the woman at the bar to emphasize her point.

He laughed awkwardly and replied, “She’s right.”

She stood in front of him and pouted. “Please Adrien?” she pleaded, giving him a pitiful look.

All she had to do was say his name like that for all of his inhibitions to fly out of the window. The party atmosphere coupled with the fact everyone was a little buzzed made it easier for him to let her drag him onto the dance floor.

He didn’t seem to remember that he didn’t wasn’t much of a dancer. He resorted to doing a goofy fist pump dance move. She giggled at his dancing and took his hand in hers.

She slowly set his hands on her hips, giving him time to pull back if he wanted to “It’s a slow song, silly,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and stepping closer to him.

They swayed back and forth in time to the music, only stepping on each other's toes a few times. By the end of the song they were pressed flush against each other, both of their faces covered in a pink tint.

The next song was a high energy dance beat so his dancing was a little bit more appropriate for the situation.

Other than each other, they were content to ignore the world as they danced. This meant she didn’t notice another man approaching them. “Heyyy, sugar. I didn’t know you’d be here,” the man slurred.

This man was her ex boyfriend. “Hi, Danny. What do you want?” she asked. She was clearly uncomfortable, reaching back to grab Adrian’s hand for a bit of security.

A switch clicked in his head when he felt her squeezing his hand. He dropped her hand and reached an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side. “Who’s this, babe?” he asked her, gesturing at Danny.

“We used to date! Who are you anyways?” Danny demanded, giving Adrian a once over and glaring at him.

She met his glare, defending her friend. “He’s my boyfriend,” she said with a sweet grin as she leaned against his chest.

Danny scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re with her? I don’t believe it, she’s so out of your league, man,” he snapped, making Adrian tighten his arm around her protectively.

He forced a grin onto his face, not wanting to lose his temper and cause a scene. “I know, I got lucky. you don’t have to tell me twice,” he remarked, placing a gentle kiss on her hairline and playing up the idea of their relationship.

By now Danny was seething at how happy they seemed. “Whatever, it won’t last. She’s a fucking whor-”

Before the words were fully out of his mouth he was on the ground. Adrian delivered a swift punch to his jaw. He didn’t stop there, continuing to punch him until he was stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Adrian, let’s get out of here,” she offered, calming him with her presence.

She led him to a room upstairs. They were both silent and that scared him. Doubts raced through his mind. What if she was mad at him? What if he misread the situation?

Adrian sat down on the bed as she stared at the now closed door and he waited for her to turn around. He refused to look at her, readying himself for her to tell him she hated him and she never wanted to see him again.

After a few tense moments, she turned back to him and stepped in front of him. She stood between his legs and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you,” she whispered. It took him a second to realize what was happening but once he did he returned her embrace, pulling her tightly against him.

He always had a little bit of a crush on her but that was the night that settled things. He was in love and from that point on it seemed like she might be too.

They were together whenever they weren’t on work and she would schedule her shifts to be at the same time as his. They were almost always together. Obviously their coworkers noticed the budding relationship and they all had different reactions.

Avery was insufferable, making jokes about their relationship and criticizing them constantly. It wasn’t so bad because Ben and Blake’s reactions were mostly positive. Blake was more involved, every once in a while she tried to play matchmaker.

One summer weekend she had the perfect opportunity to mess with them. Her parents offered her their lake house for the weekend and she had invited all of her coworkers to take a few days off and go on vacation with her.

It took a couple minutes of pleading from his best friend for Adrian to agree to the vacation. He never really had friends that he went away with on weekends. The rest of his coworkers weren’t really people he considered friends, although he was starting to warm up to Blake. That might have something to do with the fact she was always sticking up for the two of them.

They all drove together in Blake’s minivan. Ben drove with Avery in the passenger seat. The rest of them squished in the back, Adrian on the left and Blake on the right.

They had gotten up early so she spent most of the trip dozing off, her head resting on his shoulder. This prompted Blake to smirk at the two of them and give Adrian a thumbs up.

He never openly admitted it but somewhere along the line he stopped denying his crush. There were never any words exchanged but there was a silent understanding with him and Blake where she would do her best to help him with his crush.

When they arrived at the lake house it was almost evening. The lake was warm and the water was calm. They rushed outside to enjoy the rest of the daylight. They swam for hours and lounged in blowup tubes, downing a 12 pack of hard seltzer between the five of them.

Seven of the drinks were split between Ben and Blake, her having one more drink than him. Adrian and Avery both had two drinks. And the other woman finished off the final one.

Ben was large enough not to be affected too much but Blake was not. Having drank the most, she was outright hammered. So she stumbled inside and grabbed an empty beer bottle. “Oooh, spin the bottle,” Ben commented, clapping his hands together in excitement.

“Nooo silly, it’s for truth or dare,” Blake slurred, staggering into the living room and sitting on the door. She motioned the rest of the group over to her. They followed and sat on the floor as well, not wanting to get the sofas wet with their bathing suits.

Blake took the first turn, grinning mischievously when the bottle landed on the girl she wanted to question. Seeing the expression, she chose truth to be safe. “Soooo, is it true that you and Adrian are hooking up?” she asked, giggling slightly as she spoke.

She shook her head and sighed “Blake! You know we’re not,” she whined, tired of the group’s constant teasing even if it was well meaning.

“You wish you were though,” she whispered, leaning into the circle to exaggerate her words and waving her finger between her and Adrian.

Now it was her turn to spin the bottle. She spun and landed on Ben. He chose dare, drunker than most of them and wanting to have some fun.

She dared him to eat a raw egg. He groaned and went to the kitchen to get the things he needed. He cracked the egg into his mouth and washed it down with a shot of scotch.

“You are so gross,” Adrian remarked, a disgusted expression covering his face.

In his drunken haze Ben lashed out at the insult. “Oh, you better hope my spin doesn’t land on you, wimp.”

Adrian gulped, nervous about what the other man might ask him or try to get him to do. He began running the numbers, there was a 25% chance that the bottle would land on him. If the bottle landed on him it was either doing to be a truth or a dare. If he chose dare he could be forced to do something embarrassing but if he chose truth Ben could interrogate him about his crush.

By the time he had chosen between the two, the bottle hand landed on him and sealed his fate. He murmured his answer quietly, he chose dare. Ben sat for a moment, not able to decide his dare. Avery leaned over to him and whispered something in his ear. His eyes lit up at whatever she had said. “Yo Adrian, I dare you to kiss your little girlfriend,” he demanded, a cruel smug smirk on his face.

His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest at those words. His face became redder and redder as the seconds passed. If he didn’t kiss her it would seem like he was hiding something. But if he did she would probably be able to tell how he felt.

When he turned to look at her, their faces were only inches apart. He brought his hands up to cradle her face in his hands. He closely examined her expression and searched her eyes to try and discern how she felt. “Can I?” he asked, absentmindedly running his thumb over her bottom lip.

She gazed up at him with a thoughtful look in her eyes. “Go ahead,” she assured him, moving into his lap so she was straddling him.

He slowly closed the gap between them. The others, who had been perfectly quiet until then, started to whisper to each other. The sound didn’t seem to interrupt them.

Once their lips were on each other the outside world became a blur. They crashed together, letting go of months of longing. Their hands grasped at whatever they could grab, tangling in each other's hair. The line of the kiss being for a dare was more than crossed.

Words from their coworkers were what finally brought them back to reality. They pulled apart with giddy smiles on both of their faces. Adrian’s heart was racing faster than he’d ever felt before. He had just kissed the girl of his dreams and now she was huddled into his side snugly, his arm wrapping around her shoulders.

He mumbled out a random truth when his spin landed on Avery. She was seething now, angry for whatever reason. That reason was most likely, that she couldn’t torment Adrian about his crush anymore.

So when her spin landed on the other woman she cackled a little bit. Seeing what happened last time someone chose dare, she decided on truth. “So, is it true that was the worst kiss of your life?” she sneered.

Adrian’s heart dropped when she laughed at the comment. He stormed out of the room, trying not to lose his cool in the presence of his “friends.”

“Adrian, wait!” she shouted, chasing after him.

A/N: soooo what are our thoughts? Part two maybe? Maybe a part 2 with smut? We’ll see ;)

Pt 2 here

[ceruleanchillin]

Honeymoon Headcanons: Mayans Edition

Characters: Angel, Coco, EZ x F!Reader

Miami (Angel)

It wasn’t difficult at all to decide where the two of you would take your honeymoon. When you weren’t gonna be naked, Angel wanted you in sundresses and bikinis. You wanted him in linen shirts, and to feel him up in a club. Couple that with you both wanting a tropical environment, and Miami it is.

Angel letting you handle the accommodations, because you seem to know more about what you wanna see/where you wanna go than he does. He only cares about a bed and shower for when he’s not taking you in the inappropriate places. He just hands over the cash, though he complains about his hurt wallet.

Angel hard as a rock when he sees your new name on your plane ticket.

The two of you nearly missing your flight because your husband needs to “show his wife he loves her”.

You babying him on the flight, because Angel has never flown anywhere before.

“Mami, it’s perfectly valid to feel like a flying toaster can’t safely get you anywhere but a casket. Which they can’t even put you in, because you’ll be everywhere!”

Cue you distracting him with kisses and dirty words in his ear, which gets you initiated into the Mile High Club

Barely making it into the cute little condo before the two of you are at it again, collapsing in the late hours to jet lag and mutual satisfaction.

Your first official day is spent dragging Angel around the humid streets. Knowing he stresses easily if you plan things too tightly, and wanting to wing it yourself. It’s surprising how well you to fit in, it almost feels like home.

Angel switching from being jealous, because your tiny cotton sundress is attracting more than just his attention, to him kissing all over your dewy skin because so much of it is visible.

You getting as jealous as Angel, because it seems like each place you drag him to has openly interested ladies. It’s the white linen shirt that he won’t fully button no matter how many times you try to make him.

Angel basking in the attention, and even playing it up to force you to be the one to initiate inappropriate public sex.

Smirking when you break after a woman pays for his (and unintentionally yours) order at a small cafe you stepped into and you snap and drag him to a hidden place.

“I only love you querida, mi alma.” he whispers in your ear when he bottoms out inside you.

You two are a beautiful couple. Photogenic as all hell. Alone, neither of you have a problem attracting interest, but together, you make people want to be seen around you. That’s why you have no problem club hopping to all the exclusive places.

Angel taking photos and videos of you dancing because he’s so enthralled. He can’t wait to show your kids one day when they ask why he fell for you, and he explains how full of life you are.

Getting enough liquor in Angel to get him dance somewhere away from the club, especially since he (lies) and says he can’t.

You and Angel competing to see who can get the most people to buy your drinks + the two of you losing track because you both get drunk.

A quickie in the coatroom is the prize, Angel fucking you to the hypnotic beat.

Spending a few hours apart the following day, only to still keep texting and FaceTiming each other until you met up, touch starved, at a small restaurant.

Deciding to spend the rest of the day at your Airbnb laid up under each other after Angel scores weed. Teasing Angel about his monetary complaints when you spend all night enjoying the small backyard pool.

Angel thanking God for getting an adventure loving woman as his soulmate when you wake him up the next afternoon to inform him you rented jet skis for the day.

You being impressed when, while jet skiing, Angel silver tongues your way into an invitation to a nearby yacht party out of the host.

FaceTiming Gilly to make him jealous that you two are doing Hookah and drinking Casamigos in a hot tub.

Angel ramping up the mockery when EZ and Coco appear on screen, attracted by Gilly’s whining. Everyone looking overworked and salty, while you and Angel are living your best non-sober lives.

Slipping away from the party to one of the rooms on the boat, because once again, you and Angel never know when to stop teasing each other before it ends up in sex.

Feeling bold enough to suggest that since Angel’s been documenting so much of the trip, that maybe he should film this too.

The aftermath being a surprisingly sweet series of kisses and confessions where the two of you express how thankful you are to have found each other. How you can’t wait to build a forever together.

Marfa + Roswell (Coco)

No one knew how you got Coco to agree to travel for your honeymoon until you finally revealed where you were going. Splitting a week between Marfa and Roswell.

You and Coco are that “weird” conspiracy, incense, and weed couple, so it makes sense.

Giving Coco an edible before you leave, because like Angel, he doesn’t fuck with air travel like that.

“They got me with that bullshit in the military, but that was out of my control. You askin’ a lot right now, you’re lucky you’re cute mujer.”

Coco getting progressively handsy during the flight as the edible hits. Eventually, you stop fake-fighting his neck kisses and forward touches.

Also like Angel in that he’s unafraid to become a member of the Mile High Club.

The ride from the El Paso airport, to the car rental place, to Marfa takes far longer than Coco would like.

He’s used to long stretches of trip on his bike, and when you notice him becoming antsy, you distract him with interesting facts about Marfa.

The entire time, Coco can’t help but think that you’re the perfect road trip co-pilot, only to realize he actually meant his life in general now.

Coco proud as hell when you fall in love with his accommodations choice like he did. The colorful airstream trailers of the El Cosmico hotel are the two of you through and through.

You both trying to be responsible adults and refresh after travel, but continuing to get lost in each other during the whole process.

Shower sex -> Making out while drying off -> Touching while searching through your bags for something to wear -> bed sex -> repeat

Looking thoroughly mauled when you finally manage to get Coco off of you and into the car in search of food the next afternoon.

Coco being happy you can’t cover up due to the heat, while you wonder what superpower he and his boys have that let them wear flannel and long sleeves in the heat.

Dragging Coco to a cute cafe you saw on instagram, and him knowing, by the hipster design of it, that his wallet is about to cry.

Stealing food from his plate, and laughing at him sucking his teeth and whining when he catches you.

“You’re stuck with me forever now Johnny sooo….get used to this.”

“Small price to pay for that I guess.”

Finding small shops to go to and being Siamese twins in every one. Coco showing he has good taste in a lot of things one might think he wouldn’t. Him opening up his wallet at everything you 'ooh' and 'aww' at. He can’t help it, he likes you happy, and your kisses and adoring looks are addicting.

For almost everything you get, Letty gets something too. Neither of you wants that tantrum when you get back.

You fighting yourself to avoid the art supply store, and Coco not having it.

“I have so many supplies already, it’s an addiction at this point.”

“So? Get some more. It’s our week, we shouldn’t stress about shit.”

Coco bragging on your talents and successes to the art shop cashier when you checkout.

“Cocoooo.” you murmur hiding your face in his shoulder, arms around his waist.

“Don’t be shy ma, you’re fucking amazing. I love your skills.”

Cue the cashier swooning at the two of you.

Finding unique liquor stores and getting tipsy on samples. It becomes twice as fun when locals, and other tourists alike, start discussing the Marfa lights with you, and you and Coco impress everyone with your ideas.

Being invited to a bonfire smoke session with the other El Cosmico guests when you get back.

Sketching Coco by the firelight, because he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in that moment, and now he’s officially yours.

The sex being on another level of intimate that night, because all day you and Coco have been engaging in your respective love languages, and it culminates in mutual need for each other.

The drive to Roswell being more tolerable for Coco, but he still misses his bike. Your excitement about AlienFest is so palpable however, he quickly forgets.

Your hotel being more conventional, but the people you meet making up for it. Finally, you and Coco aren’t the weirdest ones in the room.

Taking the time before the festival starts to check in with friends and family and accumulate odd souvenirs for them. You believe Coco is intentionally getting them stuff they’ll hate.

“Taza won’t wear that baby, he has better taste in jewelry than UFO earrings.”

“Ok, but can he bitch about us not getting him anything? Plus, you can guilt anyone into anything.”

Doing cute edible pastries at the festival.

“You know Aliens are demons right? Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard were doing summoning rituals in the Mojave in 1946, and Roswell was the following year.”

“Word?…Shit. Tell me that again when we’re not rolling. I wanna read about it………you’re so smart mami.”

Coco realizing between every snack stop, every dance he shares with you, every trinket you pick up, and every little conspiracy tidbit you share, that you’re his wife now. That the peace he’s been feeling all week, that he thought he’d never have, is going to be his new normal.

New Orleans (EZ)

You and EZ both enjoy engaging with history and culture, and felt that your honeymoon should be built off of your shared interests. During your meticulous wedding planning, it was decided New Orleans would be the honeymoon destination. It didn’t hurt that you missed your southern roots too, even if you weren’t from New Orleans.

Traveling with EZ is a dream considering you’re both pretty organized, together people. He’s not afraid of flying, but you’re always a little nervous.

EZ being Best Husband™️ and soothing even the most minor of your stresses by turning your attention to the excitement of your trip and your new relationship status.

Teasing EZ in-flight won’t get you Mile High Club initiated, because he finds it much more entertaining to punish you by letting you work the both of you up, and making you stay that way for the duration of the flight. He’s got enough will power to suffer through it, because your soft whines make it worth it.

The airbnb is everything it was promised to be, and you’d appreciate that later, but all you can think of is your husband when you step through the door. That’s the other half of why EZ likes to leave you waiting. Your aggression and exclusive desire for him gets, and keeps, him hard.

It rains the following day, which is just as well, because neither of you are quite ready to stop physically expressing your love for each other. The day consists of ordering food, falling out of your clothes and onto each other, separating to read, falling back on each other, and quick naps.

Angel sending mocking texts in your Reyes group about how you’re trying to turn his brother bamma like you, only to stop when you threaten him with no souvenirs.

EZ and you taking responsibility for your own tour because let’s face it, you both know exactly what you want to see, and can plan a more satisfying tour for the both of you. You take turns deciding where to go next.

When it’s his turn, EZ picks an art museum, and can’t quit smiling about it. You think it’s because he picked a place he really wanted to go to.

“Babe, I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” your excitement always makes EZ’s heart race with his own.

He hands you the guide brochure he picked up at the door, folded to the section he wants you to look at.

“Faith Ringgold exhibit?!”

He hums and nods, grunting when you knock into him with a hug.

“Thank you for thinking of me. I love you.” you look up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears and he just kisses you, afraid he’ll cry if he says anything.

The two of you avoid the tourist trap spots for lunch and find a cute family owned cafe. You order for the both of you based on what you know about southern cuisine and both of your tastes.

You love watching EZ fall in love with the food as he keeps asking “Can you make this?” about everything he eats.

The two of you walking through the Garden District in the evening. Hands swinging between you with no plans but to admire the beautiful homes and foliage.

EZ noting how awestruck you are, and you describing what you love about the historic, towering homes.

He catches that when you describe what your dream home in the area would be, he and your future children are mentioned frequently, and it makes butterflies dance in his stomach. He can picture your family in the yards around him.

The two of you almost make it back to your Airbnb, but give into your baser urges after all the domestic conversation. EZ pulls you into an alley for a quickie, the two of you fighting to silence the other’s vocal expression.

You teasing EZ after that he’s more like his brother than he thinks. Him teasing back the two of you would’ve been caught and arrested if he was like Angel.

The following day is relaxed and less planned. The both of you getting thoughtful gifts for each member of your family, blood and otherwise. EZ scores major points for the gifts he suggests for your mom and dad, and you kind of want to jump him again.

EZ is glad you’re impressed, but it’s nothing to him. It all comes naturally because he loves you so much, and refuses to be anything other than the husband he knows you deserve.

AN:

I didn’t want to add this, cuz I wanted to end on a sweet note, but you just know Angel would accidentally send that vid to one of his boys.

Personally, I lose it for shit like this. Anything domestic in writings is my jam, so I decided to make these headcanons.

- Fun fact: Jet Ski is kind of like Bandaid in that it’s become the generic term for “personal water vehicles”, but it’s actually a specific brand’s name for their PWVs. I learned this while writing this enjoy💀.

[cowboycakes]

Dazed

part two is up here!

❀ Pairing: stoner!Eren Jaeger x needy!Reader

❀ Themes: Your stoned best friend Eren has a get together... and you get a little too high. Modern AU.

❀ Warnings: Marijuana use, alcohol use, FLUFF. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

❀ Word Count: 1.1k

The sound of Eren’s doorbell echoes through his house at about 10 pm on a Saturday night. You, his long time best friend, wait eagerly on his wooden porch. The music from inside was audible over the buzzing of lively insects in the trees. The smell of marijuana was tangible too… you knew Eren’s parents wouldn’t be happy about him smoking inside again. 

You peer in the window as you wait for your escort inside - red solo cups and rolling paper packaging occupied a corner by the door, along with several pairs of shoes. So they’ll take off their shoes but won’t clean up their trash? Some party guests they are…

You ring the doorbell again, getting impatient. Finally, you hear footsteps on the other side. 

The hinges squeak as the front door reveals a very high Eren Jaeger. His eyes are red and squinty. He has his favorite loose hoodie on and his hair tied into an effortless bun. And he reeks of weed…

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eren says, pulling you inside and into a hug, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I was just finishing up with something in the basement.”

You look up to him innocently. “And what would that be, Jaeger?” you tease. 

He lets out a slow chuckle, clearly a bit impaired. 

“A secret,” he says smiling down at you. 

He sways his feet from side to side as he keeps you in the embrace, eventually moving the two of you to his basement door. Once he opens it, the pungent smell hits you even harder. 

“Your secret smells bad,” you retort, earning another laugh from him. 

He leads you down the carpeted steps to the living room, where your group of friends greet you warmly. Jean, Connie, and Sasha pull you into a big bear hug and each tell you about the substances they had chosen to liven up their night. Jean had gone his usual route - beer, and Connie and Sasha ate two big edibles that Eren made special for them. You look over to see Mikasa and Armin already passed out on the loveseat, cuddled up with a big blanket. It felt so nice to see all of your friends so happy together. 

Then you notice that she is here - Krista. You fake a smile to her, she fakes one to you. She wasn’t all that bad… you just didn’t like how touchy she was with Eren, and how much of his attention she could hog. You had always been reluctant to think of Eren romantically, so why were you so jealous? 

“I’m gonna roll another one, wanna join?” Eren asks the group. 

Sasha and Connie waste no time jumping up at Eren’s offer. Jean and Krista follow. You stay silent, just observing Eren’s fingers as they meticulously roll the big joint on the countertop. He takes it and his lighter to the couch when he’s finished, the group following him with cheeky smiles. 

Krista steals the spot on the couch closest to Eren, putting her hand on Eren’s bicep. You settle on the floor in front of him. 

You had never smoked before, and honestly you just wanted to watch. But it was something about the way Krista was moving her hands up and down Eren’s arm, and sitting so close…

You needed to preoccupy him. 

“Eren,” you declare, “I want to try.”

“Atta girl,” he laughs, surprised he didn’t have to beg you to participate. 

He lights the joint, and moves it to your open lips. You suck in a large hit as you stare into Eren’s eyes. The smoke clouds your lungs, tightening your chest. You try to exhale smoothly, but a coughing fit catches you by surprise. Your friends chuckle at your weakness. 

“You okay?” Eren asks, taking a drag for himself, blowing a large cloud of smoke into the air. You nod to him through your coughs. 

You hit the joint three more times as it makes it’s way around the circle. With each hit, you feel yourself fade more and more. It felt as if all of your nerves were lighting up pleasantly at once. 

You notice your speech and movements became more slow and slurred each time you tried to chime in to the group conversation. Time itself goes out the window at some point, so you just lean back onto the carpet to feel your high, closing your heavy eyes. 

You notice your heart beat after a few minutes, it felt more forceful and rapid than usual - a bad side effect of the weed. It made you nervous, causing an uneasy feeling in your tummy. 

“Mmmm… Eren?” you murmur. 

“What’s wrong?” he responds, standing to look at you, concerned. 

“Don’t… feel s’good. Need you to take... care of me,” you plead. 

Eren sighs, picking up your limp body from the ground. You straddle his waist, your head resting on his shoulder, weighty eyes still closed. 

“I’m gonna put her to bed,” Eren announces. 

“Aww… Be back soon, ok?” Krista responds. 

You let out a groan noise at her comment as Eren carries you out of the room and up the stairs. He strokes your soft hair as the two of you travel. 

Eventually, you notice he’s carried you into his bedroom. You were a little bit shocked, you’d been in his room plenty of times... but never in his bed. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, the tense feeling still lingering in your stomach. 

“Eren? mmm… m’scared,” you say, still limp in his arms. 

“Let me turn the pretty lights on and get a snack for you?” 

“Mmmhmm… ” 

Eren reaches up to turn on the LED lights that lined his ceiling, emitting a calming blue glow. The walls of his room were filled with tapestries and posters, clearly meant to be viewed during a shroom trip. 

He lays you down on his soft brown duvet, and you feel yourself sink into his comfortable mattress. He helps you under the fluffy covers with gentle hands, taking some time to tuck your loose hairs behind your ears and whisper sweet nothings to calm you down. You loved it when Eren babied you like this, and being too high to think was a good excuse for it. 

He rummages through a box under his bed, pulling out a chocolate chip granola bar. He opens the crinkly wrapper for you, handing you a piece. 

You bite into it slowly, the sweetness was much more potent than usual. You find chewing on it to be so fun that you start to smile. 

“See, already back to your cute self,” Eren says. 

He turns on some soft music as you finish your granola bar, “The Spins” by Mac Miller being his first song choice. 

Eren settles next to the bed. “What can I do to help, baby?”

“Cuddle… please,” you respond. 

Eren crawls over you, settling himself beneath the soft sheets. He pulls you in close, your head finding a nice place between his neck and his chest. You let out a little moan as you adjust yourself. 

“You’re sweet, you know that?” Eren whispers, his voice sleepy and eyes half shut. He places a tiny kiss on your forehead. 

He plays with a little strand of your hair, twirling it in his fingers. He eventually moves his hand to massage your head lightly, your scalp tingling at his gentle touch. 

“Feel better?” he asks quietly. 

“Mmmm…” you hum sweetly, beginning to nod off. 

And you eventually do, safe in Eren’s arms.

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I’m in love with stoner Eren. Definitely gonna write all kinds of these (like what about Goth Mikasa x Stoner Eren that would be so hot bye.) Also I’m so sorry for the Historia slander I just needed someone to be jealous of :/ Hopefully you all think this was cute! Feel free to send feedback or a request! Love you guys! - Shep

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[lucky-peoqle]

the accidental 400mg edible | ted nivison

requested ? : yes !

"ok ok so hear me out on this request, so we all remember ted and the iconic 400mg nerd rope incident? what if he gave his girlfriend (another streamer?) one too, so now everyone has to deal with these two kids high out of their minds and like it would probably be so cute and fluffy with them trying to help each other ride out their highs (ya know after the initial panic) much love!" -@driverpicksthe-music

warnings : swearing, drug use, throwing up

pairings : ted nivison x reader

pronouns : she/her

a/n : im literally 15 and have never been high, bare with me i beg 🙏🗣 *= your channel name !

it was an accident, really it was.

ted just thought they were normal nerd ropes, so when he brought himself and you one from the array of snacks siting on the misfits counter, he didn't think anything of it.

you guys were signing shit for youtooz, half of them already high because it was going to be a long night of signing. you knew your way around high ted, he got hungry.

he wasn't paying attention to what he was grabbing from the kitchen counter, so when he saw the nerd ropes, it reminded him of his childhood.

he just had to taste them again.

and so he did, making you take one as well.

so the two of you ate the nerd ropes, you eating a full one while ted... he ate one and a half.

everything was going fine until you heard someone from the misfits let out a loud laugh.

"... what?" ted let out, a confused complexion rest on his face.

"dude, you and y/n just ate 400mgs worth of edibles!" swagger said through laughs, trying to catch his breath.

your face dropped, "you're kidding?"

swagger shook his head, handing you a wrapper.

you took it swiftly from his grasp, reading the print, "shit!"

you turned to ted, "babe, we're fucked."

y'know they thought they would be fine, thinking they didn't have anything to do that for the rest of the night.... or so they thought.

ted shook his head, "don't worry, we don't have anything else to do, do we?"

you thought for a second, until it came back to you, "we have dinner with my fucking parents."

cooper let out a loud laugh watching ted's eyes widened, "shit, we do!"

so here you are now, a few phone calls with your parents later, sitting on the bathroom floor, fingers down your throat, a bottle of water next to you, toby holding your hair.

you sat there, throwing up some purple concoction, since your nerd rope was purple.

"how's ted?" you look up at toby.

"right now you need to focus on getting this shit out of your system and yourself," she chuckled with a smile.

once you thought you had most of it out of your system, you washed you face off and walked into the living room, all eyes on you.

"how ya feelin?" schlatt asked from the couch.

"everything is started to hurt and i'm cold," you groan, turning your attention to ted, who sat uncomfortably on a chair, clad in a hoodie you didn't recognize.

"yeah, i feel like i'm dying," your boyfriend chuckled, tapping his water bottle on the side of the chair, "i would cuddle you but my bones feel like rubber bands."

you shook your head, walking over to him and placing a kiss atop his head, "i'll kiss it better."

"can you guys... not?" you heard travis laugh awkwardly.

ted glared at him playfully, "you're just jealous i have a hot girlfriend."

you giggled, taking a seat next to his chair, trying to find a position that didn't make your bones feel like they were being crushed or that made them feel like jello.

"have i told you you look gorgeous tonight," you heard ted giggle from beside you.

"no, but now you have," you smile.

schlatt let out a sigh, "god, they're so fucking sappy!"

the position you were sat in was starting to make you feel like hell, so with a groan you changed positions again, "jesus christ, my body is on fire."

you laid flat on the ground, "hmm, this is nice. much better than sitting."

"is it really?" ted asked, getting up and moving to an empty couch, laying down, "shit, it is."

hours passed, it was now around four or three and you felt a tiny bit better, enough to swat schlatt away from your face with his stupid back massager that he was now patronizing ted with.

you watched at ted sent out meaningless threats, laughing your ass off.

somewhere around five, you must have fallen alseep, because all you can remember is throwing up with ted (couple goals), a "cleansing barf" as he put it and laughing at him as he asked around about skittles while you munched on some chips.

you woke the next morning, still high out of your mind, looking at ted, who was already awake.

"were you watching me sleep," you giggle, "fuckin creep."

"i'm still really high," he said flatly.

you nodded, "so am i," you sigh.

yeah, the two of you didn't really do anything the next two days except lay in bed, laugh at nothing and everything, the rest of the lunch club and the misfits checking in on the two of you every now and then, asking if you need anything.

months past, now you sat in ted's living room. he had just uploaded his story time video about so said accident that he asked you to help him with, ted running in and taking a seat next to you.

"look at what cooper just sent me," he laughed, handing you his phone.

you took it out of his hand, looking at the youtube link cooper had sent him.

"ted nivison and y/c/n* being high as balls but cute asf for 6 minutes straight," you read aloud, letting a laugh slip.

"you wanna watch it?" he asked from next to you.

"duh."

[sevendeadlymorons]

How would the brothers and undatables react to MC getting appendicitis? (Bonus points if the symptoms start shortly after eating Solomon’s cooking, so they don’t immediately realize how serious it is until the next day when everyone else is recovered but MC has only gotten worse)

Alright I’ve done my research on this, I think I can do it well and if not… enjoy the HC’s of the brothers taking care of a sick MC 🤣

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to MC Getting Appendicitis

WARNING: Mentions of Vomit

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Lucifer

You’d mentioned you had stomach pains after you ate Solomon’s food beforehand so he didn’t think much of your pain since they were all in a lot of pain after eating it too

But after your symptoms didn’t stop and you continued to have dizzy spells and bad nausea, he knew something was wrong

He knew a few human illnesses so he checked you over, examining your stomach only to hear you cry out in pain when your appendix area was touched

Immediately knew what was wrong and went out to get you medication, deciding against going to the hospital and instead treating you with some of his special treating potions

Took care of you while you were ill, getting you whatever you needed and making sure you were comfortable

You got lots of affection from his soft side during this time and Solomon got a nasty scolding

Mammon

He already knew about your stomach pains since he was having them pretty bad too

But after a few days, yours didn’t stop, you continuously threw up and clutched your stomach and even he knew something was wrong

Went to Lucifer for help, clinging to you like you were on deaths door as you keeled over in pain

While you were recovering, he was the sole person who took care of you, feeding you your meds and making sure not to touch your stomach. He knew not to now as last time he did, you almost cried out in pain and he’s honestly traumatised

To say he was cuddly would be an understatement, he held your hand constantly and rarely slept just in case you woke up in agony

Was very overprotective even after you recovered, especially around food that Solomon made

Leviathan

When you came into his room and told him you had a stomach ache after eating Solomon’s food, he couldn’t stay serious as he was real thankful it wasn’t him who ate it

But after a while and you were still curled up on his floor, writhing in pain, he began to panic and ran to your side so fast

He did his research and proceeded to prod a few areas of your stomach until he hits your appendix and you cry out and he immediately knew that this could be more serious than a stomach ache

After taking you to the hospital to get medication, he took care of you in his room all by himself. He didn’t care about the events he was missing on his games as long as you would be ok

Gave you gentle little hugs throughout the day and reminded you to take your meds; attempting to calm you down when the pain got too intense

Scolds you to be more careful next time because he doesn’t wanna lose you and definitely goes to have a word with Solomon after

Satan

He understood how you felt when you told him you had stomach pains as his was pretty bad too

But after observing you and the pain just didn’t stop and you started to throw up and cry out in pain when you do so much as breathe, he got very worried

He researched what could be wrong and then took you to the hospital for you to be examined, taking home your meds so he could take care of you

He supported you during your time of illness, making sure you were comfy in his bed and that you felt as little pain as possible since he hated seeing you in pain so much

He helped you take your medicine and even brought you to the toilet if you felt pretty nauseous, cuddling and shushing you afterwards to comfort you while reading you a book

He absolutely will never let you near any of Solomon’s food again and now has a habit of poking your appendix to make sure you were still ok

Asmodeus

He heard off Satan that Solomon came round with his cooking so wasn’t too surprised when you came in to his room clutching your stomach and telling him about the pain

He didn’t think much of it until a few hours later and you begin to gag and fall to your knees in agony, rushing to your side to check you were alright and then guiding you to the bathroom

Decides to confide in Lucifer about your issues and the two of them take you to the hospital to help and pick up some medication

He coddles you while you get better, taking full care of you so you can recover and get back to normal

Though he’s not too keen of the smell of your vomit, he takes you wherever you need and cleans you up completely, giving you lots of hugs and affection to cheer you up

So glad after you finish recovering and he can get back to his normal routine, but not after telling off Solomon for making you poorly

Beelzebub

He’s not gonna lie, he has stomach pains too so the two of you just look after each other for the day

But when your pains didn’t go away, and you couldn’t eat without feeling immense pain and sickness, he got majorly worried for you

Went to Lucifer for help and decided to take you to the hospital, his hand holding yours the entire way there to comfort you whilst he grabbed your medication

Proceeded to take good care of you while you were sick by helping you take your meds and bringing up food when your appetite finally came back

Gave you lots of hugs, making sure not to touch your stomach and making sure you were comfortable and in no pain while in his embrace

So happy when you begin to recover fully, immediately wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight and obviously dragging you far away from Solomon’s food offers

Belphegor

You woke him up to tell him your stomach hurt and he wasn’t too surprised since Beel came in earlier to tell him the same thing

He decided cuddling would help and held you to his chest, gradually drifting off with you in his arms, his hands placed on your stomach to attempt to soothe the pain

He was awoken by your cries of pain, his arms wrapped around your appendix area tightly. He let go and checked you over frantically, inspecting the area that hurt until he slowly figured out what was wrong

Took you to the hospital to examine you further and grabbed some meds to fix you

Spent the next few days looking after you in the attic, feeding you medicine and pieces of food throughout the day and holding you gently in his arms

Wouldn’t let you leave until he could successfully wrap his arms around your stomach without you whining in pain and thoroughly scolded Solomon the next day

Diavolo

He heard about the incident with Solomon’s cooking and decided to come over and take care of you since the brothers were slightly busy and needed some assistance

He made sure not to touch you in places that may hurt and followed the rules provided by Lucifer in order to properly take care of you

He completely just coddled you the entire week and treated you like royalty, taking you to the bathroom when you needed it and held your hand softly

Gave you medicine when you needed it and made sure you were comfy, hugs were given when asked for too

Brought over some of Barbatos’ best cakes to cheer you up and so you could forget about the horrors of Solomon’s food

Ended up forcing Solomon to take a baking lesson with Barbatos

Barbatos

He ended up changing his entire schedule so he could take care of you when he found out you were ill

He did extra research on how to help or soothe any pain you may be feeling and even brought heating pads with him that he gently placed on your stomach

Gave you medicine when you needed it and never let you forget it, also taking you to the bathroom or on walks to stretch your legs when you asked him to

When you felt up to it, he fed you some of his best cakes and shared some hot tea with you, holding you calmly in his arms

He wasn’t much for revealing his soft side but he didn’t hesitate to show how much he cared for you during the week he looked after you by giving you lots of affirmation and cheek caresses

No doubt gave Solomon a telling off and a few lessons on how to cook correctly

Solomon

When you told him about your stomach pains after eating his food, he honestly felt quite guilty and promised he’d make it up to you somehow

But after a few hours and you were still in agony, he got particularly worried and decide to examine you slightly, moving his hands over your stomach until he reached your appendix and you breathed out a pained yelp

Decided to treat you himself since he had a pretty good idea on what was wrong and immediately got to making potions to soothe your pain and treat your condition

While you were recovering, he helped keep your mood high by giving you words of affirmation and making sure you were comfortable in bed. He also found out making you laugh hurt you quite a bit so he tried to refrain from that

Held you in his arms for a while, apologising for the trouble he’s caused you

Never really offered you food after that unless it was cleared as edible by Beelzebub

Simeon + Luke

The two of them came over to look after you because Luke was practically freaking out as soon as he heard you were sick and was desperate to help you get better, no matter what it took

Simeon brought some of his best sandwiches from his cafe to make up for the awful sandwiches Solomon gave you earlier

Luke made sure you took your medicine after being put in charge of that duty from Simeon

Simeon reassured you that you’d be ok in his care throughout the week and caressed your cheek and arms multiple times a day

When Luke wasn’t in the room, he’d climb into bed with you and cuddle up to your side, resting your head on his shoulder and comforting you the best he could

The two of them took you on walks in the nearby garden when you asked them to and supported you if you felt you needed to throw up, thought Luke didn’t want to watch you while that happened

Luke was practically yelling at Solomon for making you ill, Simeon holding him back when Solomon ended up making jokes about how much of a chihuahua he was being

[hangovercurse]

Bad High

An innocent weed baking session turns into a nightmare

Reader x Colson Baker

Warnings: Drug use, anxiety attack, language

A/N: Consume responsibly kiddos.

Word Count: 1597 

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Colson knew it wasn’t your first time taking weed. In fact, he’d taken it with you before. But something in his gut told him that maybe this was a bad idea. It was weird, he had never thought weed would be a bad idea.

Maybe he should have listened to his gut. 

It was a pretty normal day in the MGK house. You and him were sprawled out on either side of his couch, your laptop laying on your lap and his guitar in his. 

“Okay, play it again and tell me if this works.” He looked up from his guitar, which he had been strumming for the past five minutes. 

You pressed play on the pre-recorded beats that you had stored on your laptop. As the sound started, Colson began strumming his guitar. The melody he played was nice, but didn’t quite match the beat that you’d already picked out. 

Once the beats stopped, he let out a sigh and threw his head back. “Why isn’t anything working.” He whined and you smiled sadly at him. You and Colson had been working together for years since Slim brought you to write and mix on Bloom. You’d seen each other at your bests and worsts, and this was one of those worsts. 

“Maybe its not the melody, maybe we need to adjust the rhythm. I can mix a new beat and we can start over.” 

“Y/N, we’ve tried 3 beats already, I don’t think its your rhythms, I think I’m just off today.” 

“Then lets take a break, Col. We can come back to it later. Besides, we’ve been sitting on this couch for hours and my ass hurts.” You chuckled, swinging your legs off of his and to the floor, pushing your laptop to the coffee table. “And I’m hungry.”

He frowned before leaning his guitar against the side of the couch and standing up. “Fine. I need to smoke anyways. “

You smiled slyly, an idea coming to you. “Or...” You started suggestively, “We could bake something.” Colson raised an eyebrow at you. “It would fix both our problems. We get food and we get high.” 

Colson chuckled, shaking his head. “And people say I’m a bad influence on you.” You smiled, getting to your feet. “But you have a point so, let’s do it Miss Badass.” He made his way to his kitchen, you trailing behind him. 

When you made the suggestion to make edibles, you forgot how much of a pain they were to actually make. But, an hour later you and Colson took a pan of brownies out of the oven. “I think we may have put a little too much in there.” He comments as the smell hits your nose. 

“I don’t think I can even smell the brownies.” You laughed as he took out a knife, cutting a small piece for you. 

You scrunched your nose at the size he handed you. “Look, Y/N, there’s a lot in here. I don’t want you taking too much. You’re literally tiny. If I give you more than this you’ll die.” He laughed as you took it from his hands.

“Have I ever had trouble holding my substances before?” You questioned, biting into the treat. The taste was just as bad as the smell, overwhelmingly weedy. 

“I’m not even taking that much, ok?” He said, shoving a piece in his mouth as you rolled your eyes.

“Fine, but if this doesn’t hit I’m gonna hold it against you forever.” You chuckled, heading back to the couch and flopping down. 

Colson came in after you, switching on the TV and grabbing one of the Switch controllers, tossing you the other one. “Mario Kart?”

“I will crush you.” You joke, facing the screen.

The first few races went by faster than you realized, and Colson had beaten you in every single one. 

“Okay, that was totally unfair. Who blue-shells a person in the last five seconds of the lap?” You pout as he laughs, still celebrating his fourth win. 

“Literally anyone who’s in second and has a blue shell in the last five seconds of the game.” You rolled your eyes as he played the next track.

You were both siting up at this point, very intensely focused on the race. The countdown started and you pressed the A button to go. As your car started racing down the track next to Colson’s toad character, the colors got brighter than normal. 

You started squinting, but kept playing. “Damn this shit hits hard.” You muttered as the world around you started getting hazy. You kept playing, but as you started your second round, your heart started to race. Your hands were pretty sweaty and the lights were getting too bright. 

What started as a pretty normal high was quickly turning into something you’d never experienced. Your chest felt heavy, like you were breathing under water. You felt like you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. Your vision unfocused from the TV and your concern for the game disappeared as you let the controller drop to the coffee table. You could vaguely hear Colson’s voice, but the noise from the game was too loud, and only getting louder. 

You could feel your body shaking, but you couldn’t move enough to raise your hand and see yourself. 

fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me. What’s going on.

Your thoughts swarmed a mile a minute, and every inch of your being was overwhelmed with light and sound. You tried to turn your head to find Colson, but found that your movements were much slower than expected, too slow.

Eventually, your teary eyes made contact with Colson’s blue ones, and the joy in his face turned to concern in an instant. 

He rushed over to your side, remote forgotten. His hand made its way around you, pulling your body into his side. You buried your head in his chest as everything blurred and spun. 

“Hey Y/N. Hey it’s alright. You’re alright. I’m right here, okay? I got you.” You nod into his chest, tears falling from your eyes as you tried to breathe in. 

“It’s just a bad high, I promise. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. Okay. Can you let me know what’s going on? Can I help you?” 

You had rarely seen him so concerned like this except when Casie was involved. You coughed lightly into him, trying to get some form of air into your throat. “Can’t breathe.” You muttered as you wheezed. 

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath, so soft you almost couldn’t hear it. Everything sounded like it was coming through a thick pane of glass. “Ok baby,” he grabbed one of your hands that was lazily wrapped around him and brought it to rest on his chest. He breathed in slowly and heavily, and then out. “Breathe with me babe. In.” He breathed in, and you tried to follow him, only to choke and cough. 

“Y/N, it’s ok. C’mon, try again.” He breathed in again but you couldn’t stop your labored breathing. Your chest was too tight to breathe in, so your body settled on hyperventilating. You shook your head as he touched your jaw, lifting your head to look at him. 

“Breathe with me, c’mon. In,” He breathed in again, and you followed, “and out.” You let out a short breath before sniffling. The light in the room got too bright, and you had to close your eyes to keep it blocked out, your head ducking back down but his strong hand held you in place, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your cheek. 

“I’m sorry.” You choked out, feeling guilty that you were ruining his high. 

“No, nope. You don’t have anything to be sorry for sweet girl.” His voice was soft, and you could feel his breath hitting your face. You opened your eyes slightly only to find his face mere inches from yours. “Keep breathing with me.”

The hand that was still resting on his chest rose and fell with his chest. You tried your best to mimic his breaths which fell on the bridge of your nose. You could feel your chest start to loosen up and your the buzzing in your head started to fade. Your eyes focused on Colson’s face, his eyes filled with concern watching your every move, his lips slightly parted as he continued to breathe heavily enough for you to feel. 

When you finally felt calm enough to speak, you whispered, “thank you. I- I don’t know wh-” 

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, ok? I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” His thumb continued to rub circles into your cheek and you leaned into his touch. 

“I’m okay. I’m sorry.” You sniffled. 

“Don’t say you’re sorry. Please. You have nothing to be sorry for.” His breath was still landing softly on your face. 

“Okay. I’m okay. Just a little tired now.”

He let out a light chuckle, “I’m sure you are.” He pulled you into his chest, his head resting atop yours and his arms enclosing you. “Let’s take a nap, yeah?” You nodded as you wrapped your arms around him, smiling softly.  

He leaned back onto the couch, pulling you down with him. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with your head laying on his chest and your arms wrapped around him. Colson stayed awake longer, watching you breathe with a small smile on his face. Occasionally he would lean down to press soft kisses to your hair before he finally fell asleep.