Thinking About Having To Do That Fake Baby Project ( RealCare Baby) With Fratboy Abby ?

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suggestive content. fluff. weed usage (reader + abby). extremely corny jokes.

the earthy aroma of pine and skunk fills the air; a puff of marijuana leaving your lips. the feeling of tranquility washes over you, pulling you into a deep state of relaxation. you used weed as a getaway, something to calm you when times get too rough. 

abby, on the other hand, has always been against using any sort of drug. she claims it’ll slow her down, kill her motivation of striving to be better. sure, she’s had a drink before or a hit off of manny’s joint, but never anything more than that. for the most part, she was stone cold sober. 

yet, she can’t get rid of that gnawing curiosity in her head. when she sees the way it affects you—how calm and serene you become, she wonders if it’ll give her that same effect. so, abby decided today was the day. the day she’ll finally get high.

she walked into the shared bedroom with confidence: shoulders back, chest high. exhaling a large breath she says, “i want—i want to try it.” 

you look up from your phone with a raised brow. “try what, babe?” 

“what you’re smoking, uh, weed.” she mutters the last part, looking off to the side like an embarrassed dog. 

you tilt your head, a smug smile spreading across your face. abby scoffs at your expression, rolling her eyes, and opening her mouth to defend her claim; you stop her before she does. “alright, c’mere.” 

she takes a deep breath and walks over to the plush bed. her body plops down beside you, the weight denting the mattress. you prop your feet onto her lap, your head leaning against the headboard. 

you take one last hit from the roll before you pass it over to her. abby examines it closely, flipping it around like she’s trying to figure out exactly what’s inside. a laugh escapes you at her curiosity, and she grunts in return.

“so… do i just?” she brings it to her lips, wrapping them around it. you give her a nod of confirmation, and watch her inhale the substance. 

a couple seconds later, you pull the joint from her. not wanting to give her an intense high especially since she’s been sober for a while. abby coughs aggressively, so aggressive that it brings tears to her eyes. 

you give her two pats on the back until she calms down, handing her a cup of water. she accepts it immediately, nearly chugging down the whole glass. “you okay?” you question. it’s hard to hide the slight smile breaking through, but you bite down on your bottom lip to conceal it. 

abby nods with a shaky exhale, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes. “already? jeez, baby.” you mutter, more to yourself than her. your hand cups her jaw, caressing her cheekbone as you watch the white in her eyes fade to a baby pink.

it’s silent for a couple moments, you find yourself tuned into the cartoon show playing on the television. your eyes wander down to the joint sitting in abby’s forefingers—the same girl who’s been staring at a wall for the pass two minutes. 

“abs, abby.” you say calmly, carefully taking the roll from her fingers and sitting it on a tray. she turns her head to you in slow motion, and it takes everything in you to not burst out with laughter. 

“huh?” she says it short, quick. it carries the same tone of ‘the lights are on, but nobodies home.’

“you okay over there?” you stifle a laugh, smoothing your fingers over her knuckles.

“yeah, m’ alright.” her words come out squished together and jumbled, eyes intently watching your finger swipe against her hand. “man, you got some nice fingers.” 

she wasn’t supposed to say that out loud. matter of fact, she probably didn’t realize she did. your breath hitches at her words, a wave of confusion comes over you, unsure of how to accept that compliment. 

it’s quiet again, but this time it’s different. abby has a puzzled expression on her face, like she’s trying to solve the world’s most difficult math equation. before you could ask her what’s wrong to you, she’s already parting her lips to speak. 

“wait, so, if two vegans get into a fight… is it still considered beef?” her question hangs in the air, letting it sink into your intoxicated head. 

“no, abby, what the hell are you talking about?” 

“wait no, no, no. it’d be called a fuckin’, uh.. a fuckin’ tofu tussle!” she snaps her fingers, making a click noise with her mouth. you double over in laughter at abby’s stupidity, and your mind instantly comes up with a meaningless pun. 

“okay, but if a tomato is a fruit, does that make ketchup a smoothie?” you make a mmm noise to add a sarcastic layer of curiosity. for a second, it makes her wonder. she takes a while to actually decide is it a smoothie? eventually, she gives up. already spewing out another horrible joke. 

“wait i got one.” she pauses to clear her throat, crossing her legs and turning to face you. “why don’t eggs tell each other secrets?” 

“i dunno, why?” you try to maintain a serious expression, but you already feel the smile creeping on your face. 

“‘cause they’re gonna crack under pressure!” abby slaps her knee like a dad, poking at your shoulder to ensure the joke. you both fall over laughing, your heads bumping together in the process. 

the night blurred into a haze of laughter and bad jokes, the two of you tangled up on the bed, giggling at everything and nothing. you could tell the high hit her hard, but she looked so damn peaceful, like every ounce of tension had melted off her bones.

“hey,” she whispered, blinking slowly up at you, “what’s the difference between a snowman and a snowwoman?”

you blinked, already bracing for it. “what?”

“one has snowballs.”

love's possessing me ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

ur fav tropes (with variations) + microtropes

⇴ person a + person b are both looking for each other, and they wander all around the place until they finally meet in the middle, where they both crash into each other

⇴ enemies to lovers (kind of) because they're in opposite factions that feud. until one day they run into each other on accident, immediately want to kill the other, and get trapped together. slowly, they discover that their own factions are awful, and they must work together to stop injustice (mk storyline!!!)

⇴ super serious and put together b turns into pure mush at the sight of a. i'm talking the brain stopped functioning call 911 bc we think they suffered brain damage. no they're just in love with person a.

⇴ having their own secret code. whether it be hand signs behind their backs, secret looks, or secret touches—as long as it's a secret then i will eat it up.

⇴ getting so tired that person b falls and person a has to catch them. person b ends up laying their head on person a's shoulder, and person a is now stuck with person b

⇴ "i'm not falling in love" and they fall the hardest (idc how used it is i will eat it up until i die)

⇴ person b admiring how person a brightens up any room when they get excited. "the look of love" as some would call it

⇴ two people that help each other heal. they've both had rough pasts, and when they meet each other—initially they hate it but—things start to mend (hometown cha cha cha anyone???)

⇴ banter and teasing at first meeting, but the more they get to know each other, the more they begin to connect.

⇴ person a + person b fighting over who has to sleep on the couch (they're staying at the other person's house), until they both agree on sleeping in the same bed together

⇴ friends to lovers but the other party did not consider them friends. (yikesssss)

⇴ "you lied to me! you kept lying straight to my face! and you expect me to forgive you?" "what are you talking about?! did you never get my letter?" "what letter?" (oh ur cooked)

⇴ "you deserve better than me." "that's not your decision to make, that's mine."

⇴ person a literally thinking they're the worst person in the world, and then there's person b, who can fight through the darkness and find the light

⇴ "you wouldn't understand!" "then tell me. i just want to listen."

⇴ person a's overworking themselves, so person b has to manually close their computer and put away their work and force them to sleep

⇴ person a stays up for person b to get home, but falls asleep. person b takes a ton of photos of them and then carries them to bed (and joins them later snuggling them ofc)

hey guys! keyotos here. this is a little out of my lane but i created this post for my writing event on my writing blog. but anyone else, feel free to use these and lmk if u guys like content similar to this!

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