#genuinely bewildered. hate ut here.

[b4ll4d33r-06]

FUCK....I DONT MAKE THIS TUMBLR MY OERSONAL THOUGHT DUMP DIARY (THATS KY TWITTER) BUT IM SO BEWILDERED BY THE FSCT THAT MY FIRST EVER FEAR ND HUNGER FANART NOTED ND REBLGGED POST. FIRST ONE OF ITS KIND TO APPEAR IN MY FEED. IS A KAELUC ARTIST. A KAELUCER.....CANT HAVE SHIT IN DETROIT.

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

I feel like it is only time I make a stoner fic🤗hope you enjoy!!

*tw*: use of marijuana, stoner thoughts(im so sorry😵‍💫), if there's any more pls lmk and I'll add them!

It was no secret amongst the school that sapnap smoked weed. He talked about, he posted on social media about ut, he even got caught once smoking it in the back parking lot.

So when my mind was desperate for a chill out moment, he was the perfect person to help. I messaged him in search of a good time.

Hey, do you think I could buy from you?

What are you looking for?

Quarter ounce

Meet me here

2848 hasbul drive

He set the date for tomorrow night at 6pm. I requested enough that I could use tomorrow as well as this weekend so when j went to the location, and saw his car I climbed in with the money.

"Hey you got the cash?" I nodded as I hand him the money in exchange for a green bag.

"Quarter ounce?" He nodded as I opened the door and returned to my vehicle. Before I could even open the door he was gone and my phone rang.

Let me know how you like it

I left the message opened and didn't bother with a reply as I got in my car and headed home.

Upon arriving I see that all the lights are off which is good because it means everyone's asleep. I soundlessly slip inside my room and pull out the bag along with my pipe. I proceed to pack it and grab my lighter.

The first hit always hits the hardest so I have to take a minute to not let my coughs get too loud.

After about 3 or 4 hits, I sit back for a minute and just stare at my lights which are colored red.

I wonder what it would feel like to be floating right now. I bet it would feel nice. I have to make sure to thank sapnap for getting me this weed.

Wow, sapnap is such a great guy, his hair is amazing, he's so fucking cute but I can't tell him that because he'd never feel the same way. I wonder what he's doing right now, I wonder if he's thinking of me.

As I continue to think about him, I just feel myself getting happier. I want to talk to him right now and be with him, I want him to be with me. He would make this experience so much better. I should call him and tell him.

I dont need to call him, I can see him right now, he's in the room with me. That's concerning how'd he get in here, oh shut up logic. Come here lover boy. And if that doesn't work.

*I was gonna wait til I was high to put genuine stoner thoughts but I have none and haven't smoked in a couple of days.*

The next day at school I'm pissed and it's known to everyone except a certain someone who can't keep his hands away from me.

"Hey, how'd you like the za?" I shoot him a side eye to which he furrows his brow.

"I bet you would know wouldn't you," I say as I shove past him.

"Why are you mad at me? I helped you out?" I scoff.

"Helped me out? Are you shitting me?" I turn my voice lower as I look around at on lookers. I grab his arm and pull him to the side of the hallway.

"You fucking laced it." His eyes go wide.

"What the fuck do you mean?" He asked bewildered.

"When I smoked it and started feeling it, all I saw was you. So what the fuck did you put in it?" He looks like he's seen a ghost or he's listening to someone speak gibberish.

"What do you mean all you saw was me?" He asks

"You, your face, your body, as if you were in the room next to me. And there was this weird feeling in my chest, my heart was pounding." He takes a breath, and then starts to... laugh.

I stare at him as if he's disappeared before my eyes.

"What the hell is so funny to you?" He chuckles a little before talking some calming breaths.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm done, I'm done" He coughs before continuing. I stare at him expectantly.

"I hate to inform you but thats not laced weed. You have a crush on me."

"Are you fucking stupid? I don't have a crush on you, you fucking laced that shit." He smirks before taking one step closer, making our bodies practically chest to chest.

"Its ok, I like you too. When you asked to buy from me I wasn't surprised but I was a little disappointed that that was all you wanted from me." I stare at him, shocked.

"No, i- I don't have- wait what? You like me?" He smiles and puts a hand on my hip.

"Yeah, I've liked you for a while and I've tried to flirt with you before." I think back to the math class I have with him.

"Wow, I'm an idiot." I look at him and he says nothing.

"You're supposed to disagree with me." He laughs.

"Sure thing, whatever you say." He smiles and we walk to class together.

[kyberled]

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send me ‘✿’ to lay with my muse in a meadow. || Accepting

Outside was something he was still getting used to. There were enemies at every turn, battle after battle melted into war after war, and the Force had been a chaotic whirlwind for so long, but now, none of that seemed to matter. He wasn’t sure how Boba kept finding these places; there seemed to be a new one for every safe-house they went to. Usually forests, but this was something different. Soft grass spilled out in every direction, bright and green and alive. He was taken aback by the sheer life that surrounded them; it had been so long since he’d felt unfiltered sunlight on his skin. So long since he’d been away from the graveyard the Force had become. He drew in a shaky, quiet breath, loosened the vice he’d established on Boba’s arm. He took a careful step forwards, as though afraid of breaking the serenity of the moment. After a pause, waiting for something to go wrong and being rewarded with only continued peace, he glanced wide-eyed over his shoulder before managing a few more steps forward and sitting with shaking limbs on the crest of a hill, clenching and relaxing his fists around handfuls of the soft and very much alive grass. It was a much softer, kinder feel than the interior of the ship, or of the various safe houses they’d been hiding out in. Not that those had not been safe, or reasonably comfortable, but they hadn’t been alive.

He’s staring at the grass as though having never seen it before, scrunching it in his hands again and again, bewildered by the lack of hate, of anger and fear and violence and death. 

How long had it been since he had felt at peace? 

Motion behind him drew his attention like a frightened animal– But it was only Boba. Braig smiled, genuinely, and laid down next to him, turning his head to press a kiss to his cheek. 

He didn’t say anything, but hoped that the message carried across.