#weedpaw!joel preview

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

gorgeous!!! do you have any idea when the next chapter of weedpaw is gonna come out? i love that silly old man 🍃💗

Hello lovely!!!

Don't we all love that grumpy silly STONED OLD MAN 🌚

Life has been super hectic lately as I am wrapping up my first semester of grad school, but I will be starting my winter break soon and I'll have close to a month off to get some writing done! I am definitely hoping to get more writing for the next chapter of weedpaw in that time as I know it's been a while since I updated and some lovely people are anxious to see what happens next!

But as a little treat, here is some of the next chapter as reader and Joel get teased endlessly for their so called 'hangout/ first smoke sesh' 🙈

chapter preview under the cut:

“Mmph- Stef, it wasn’t a date.” You point out flatly.

She pushes you away, still gripping onto your shoulders and laughs in disbelief. “Damn, was the dick that good, that it made you delusional?!”

“Jesus. I am not delusional, and we did not have sex, okay?” Practically hissing the words at her, you pull away and turn to keep emptying the weed jars.

“You said you went over to his house though, and that you spent the evening with him.” She walks around you to stand in front of you.

“Am I missing something?” She raises her eyebrows at you again, but her expression is diluted with concern instead of teasing.

Letting out another defeated sigh, you hang your head. “No. But it’s not what you think. I went over and we literally just smoked, hung out at the food truck festival and then we went our separate ways.”  

Looking entirely unconvinced, Stef crosses her arms over her chest and flashes you with her signature smirk

“I’m serious, Stef. That’s all.”

“Mhmmm,” she drags out the hum placatingly before immediately asking, “did you get his number?”

At that, you look up at the ceiling, wishing it would open up and swallow you whole. It shouldn’t matter really, your pride disintegrated the moment you decided to touch yourself while imagining Joel’s body consuming yours. Acknowledging that you exchanged numbers shouldn’t matter, but somehow it does. The slight tightening in your chest and sinking feeling in your stomach prove that well enough, the notion that your simple act of kindness in helping out Joel was morphing into an absurd teenage crush.

Yes, you got along well. Yes, he was easy to talk to. Easy to flirt with. Yes, he made your nearly hammer out of your chest whenever he was in close physical proximity to you. But he was also just a customer. A middle aged customer with ridiculous Southern manners that made you blush and big baleful brown eyes.

It was easier to not think about it. And yet, you can’t stop replaying the moment that you mentioned being Joel’s smoking buddy in your mind on loop. The way that his face lit up and his eyes twinkled with genuine happiness. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to see that warm smile flash across his face again.