#i’m going to smoke an entire bowl pack from my bong and i’m going to try to put on a youtube video of a box fan or something and pray

[hellfireeddiemunson]

how to fall asleep when ur younger cousin is asleep in the living room next to ur room and he won’t stop coughing every other minute and a half

[faestolemythoughts]

More Stardew hcs 🌸💚

Sam/Seb

Slight TW, boys smokin the devils lettuce

-Sam has a tendency to fall asleep literally anywhere. Wether it’s on the floor, outside somehow, or most often.. Seb’s bed.

When I say Seb’s bed though, it’s hardly ever in a normal position. He usually falls asleep mid-game, slumping against the wall or hanging halfway off or (Seb’s absolute favorite) sprawled out across the entire already small bed.

Sebastian never notices until it’s too late. He’s always too focused in whatever video game they’re playing, only looking over when Sam stops replying to whatever he’s saying. Every time it happens he wants to be mad, he really does. He just can’t seem to be irritated when Sam looks like that when he sleeps. He’d die before he ever told Sam that he looks pretty when he sleeps.

It’s always a chore to shove Sam (the heaviest sleeper sebs ever fucking seen) aside so he can lay in his own bed.

They’d both be lying if they said they never ended up against each other.. because it’s warm of course.

Let’s just say Abby’s found them like that countless times. She has the pictures to prove it.

-The first time Sam wants to try smoking with Seb (not cigarettes 🍃) Is after a particularly bad day with his family. They’re around 17-18. Senior year. Kent keeps getting on him about college and other bullshit he wants no part in. His mom won’t stop agreeing with him. He’s sick of it. He needs.. well, weed.

Barging into Sebs room eyes immediately on the dark blue glass piece, Seb can tell something’s wrong.

“I need you to give me that.” Sam huffs. Motioning at the bong.

Sebastian almost laughs. He would’ve if it weren’t for the look on Sam’s face that’s really telling him he really does need to unwind.

“You sure? Don’t wanna talk?”

“Just- pack it or whatever it’s called.”

Sebastian hastily does what he’s told. He’s fighting himself and definitely feels like a horrible influence right now. But Sam’s a grown man and can make his own choices, so he hands the bong to Sam, tucking the bowl pack in his pocket.

they make their way up to the top of the hill, veering right of the spa near the train tunnels, knowing damn well they can’t do this anywhere near the house. As they make the 10 minute or so walk, Sam finally starts talking.

“I really wish my mom would be on my side one time.”

Seb motions for Sam to take the bong out of his jacket where it had been conveniently hidden from anyone’s sight.

“Want me to show you how?”

“I fucking know how.”

Eyebrows raised Seb just sets in the bowl piece and tosses Sam the lighter.

“Okay.”

Sam definitely doesn’t know how. His first try he doesn’t put his mouth right against the glass, not creating a suction therefore getting no smoke. A very familiar bitch face from Seb is accompanied with a tsk noise and an eye roll.

“Let me show you before you waste all my weed.” Seb reaches a hand out, grabbing the glass while still in Sam’s hands, guiding it closer to his mouth. “Put it all the way against your face so air can’t get in.”

He takes the lighter from Sam’s hands, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that their hands are overlapping. He keeps it there though.

“I’m gonna light it for you, you ready?”

Sam nods, making eye contact, a sliver of nervousness and.. something else Seb can’t quite make out on his face. Sebastian flicks the lighter and Sam seemingly knows to start to breathe in. He lets the glass fill up about half way with smoke, then takes the metal piece out, letting Sam breathe it in.

He thinks the kid is just about going to die with how hard he coughs. He lets himself laugh this time, smacking him on the back telling him the burning will pass.

“Fuck- how do you- do that so often?” Sam manages between coughs.

“You get used to it. Promise. Tell me if you don’t feel right. We can go home.”

“I don’t really.. feel anything. When does it like kick in?” He clears his throat, which now feels a little strange.

“Give it a second.” Seb mumbles.

Upon realizing he hadn’t gotten a hit of his own, Sebastian takes the bong from Sam’s hands, taking a long hit of his own, puffing the smoke. Sam watches as the smoke fades away all around them, feeling different than before.

He watches as Sebastian’s face relaxes, a little jealous that it seems to have a sudden affect on him.

“Can I have another one?” He asks.

“Jesus, Sammy. Thought you’d be a lightweight.” Sebastian hands him the bong again. “One more. After that wait a few minutes.”

Sebastian lights it again for him, making sure he doesn’t get way too much smoke. Sam coughs for another minute again.

Sebastian takes another hit himself, gently setting the glass on a flat piece of earth where he hopes it won’t tip.

They sit in silence for a while after that. Just watching the lights of the valley flicker on as the sunlight starts to fade. He almost thinks Sam might be immune to marijuana until he hears little giggles coming from beside him.

“You ever notice how when Kent gets mad that little vein in his neck really pops out.” Sam laughs.

Sebastian can’t help but laugh out loud. Fuck his neck vein really does pop out. Sam is definitely high.

“You feeling good there buddy?” Seb asks, which just makes them both crack right up again.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me this entire time.” Sam huffs, faking dramatics.

“You could’ve just asked, dipshit.”

“I think I might love weed.”

Sebastian makes the critical mistake of looking over at Sam who looks.. so fucking pretty. His puffy red eyes, his slightly strewn hair and his dopey little smile.

Fuck. This is not good. Weed isn’t supposed to make your best friends lips look so.. interesting.. yeah that’s the right word, interesting. Seb rips his eyes from sam, staring at the grass blade he’s picking at.

“You should bring me up here more. The stars are so much brighter than in town.”

God. This kid might actually be the death of Sebastian.

Sam lays back on the cool grass that’s now a little bit damp, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’ll be itchy later but it’s well worth the feeling he has right now. His legs feel like bubbles and he just wants to laugh. Whatever bullshit he was mad over just seems funny now. And god the stars are so damn bright. What if he could just touch them. They look like they’d feel fuzzy… he feels fuzzy.

He turns his head to the right, starting up at Sebastian who’s resting his head on his propped up knee. For some reason he wants to reach out and touch Sebastian, too. His hair looks like it feels so soft. Seb catches him starting but Sam can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed.

Sam really wishes he could put a word to what this feels like and why really really wants to be closer to him. Maybe it’s just the weed, though. Definitely just the weed.

[seraphicalsuccubus]

dear fucking god I almost killed myself trying to relax with a bowl (or several) after almost killing myself for real tonight holy shit

I just simply wanted to relax after having practically a 5 hour long anxiety/panic attack/suicidal episode and I only have some old indica flower so I ground up a bit of what I have and put it in my bong with a little kief since it’s all I have to smoke because I smoked 10 fucking grams of concentrates in less than 4 weeks so I’m not very happy about that 🙃🙃🙃🙃

so I smoke like half the bowl and stand up to go grab a drink and in the process, I knock over a paper bag I had sitting next to my bed for some reason ?????? I think it was meant as a cat toy but I randomly stood it upright in front of my night stand one day for whatever reason ????? I don’t fucking know don’t ask me I just work here ????

nearly immediately get like blindingly pissed off from that simple thing and just flooded with rage to the point where I manic clean half my room

stop to check my progress for a second after around 15 minutes, and get almost instantly hit with a wave of pain and exhaustion because I’ve been forgetting to take my dosage of pain and adhd meds for like the last month so the adrenaline of being angry ran out and the inflammation took over 🙃🙃🙃

sit down to finally relax, and barely fucking blink before I find something else to clean and get irritated enough to stand up and clean more of the fucking room

suddenly stop, almost 15 minutes later, holding a half full garbage bag, slowly coming to the horrifying realization that WASN’T a jar of indica.

it WAS, however, a jar of the 6 different hybrid and sativa 1/8ths I bought a couple months ago in March, all fucking mixed together because I had the genius idea to like condense everything and fucking cram the like 6 jars that were slightly full into the one giant jar from a previous trip (that I got an indica from, hence the confusion) until that was overflowing

so I basically just smoked a Frankenstein bowl of what fucking snorting my 60mg dose of fucking adderall would feel like in weed form and made myself fucking manic because now I want to do fucking everything humanly and inhumanly possible and rearrange my room entirely and go for a random night walk in the cool air (but no fucking way in this neighborhood, I’ll end up killed. or worse). or just literally pack a bag, throw my cats in their crate, fucking run away, and start over somewhere where no one knows who the fuck I am, delete all my social media, and never return home or have an online presence ever again, and yeah

my guys it’s been a fucking NIGHT and it’s not even midnight my fucking christ

[lesbianweedqueen]

clean your bong, please

I’ll try to keep this one short and sweet: please clean your bong. At the very, very least, just change the water once a day.

            I’ve been part of a few stoner subreddits for a while and something I’ve always seen that shakes me to the core every single time is a dirty bong. I don’t mean just a bit of resin buildup here and there—I mean that the water is almost black, or that the entire glass is completely smeared in resin from more than seven months of not changing out the water or attempting to clean it in the slightest.

            Normally, I don’t really care what people do in general if it doesn’t involve me. But I have friends who smoke out of bongs or pipes like this, and it all just boils down to my concern for people’s health, I guess.

            For a while, I didn’t even have the self-discipline to be like, “Okay, bitch, clean your bong and do your lungs a favor.” I would say it, sure, but then I’d just continue to pack another bowl with the same stale-ass water I had been using for the last few days.

            I’m not sure what eventually drove me to my current bong-cleaning regimen, because I hadn’t even read about the health benefits of bong-cleaning until after I already started being serious about it.

            Every night before I go to bed, I clean my bong. Nothing laborious; I just shake up some isopropyl alcohol and Epsom salt in the bong and then rinse it out well with warm water and soap. There are few things that match the perfection of taking your first hit of the day out of a freshly cleaned bong that literally has no trace of resin or the taste and stench that follow it.

            It’s easier on my lungs, too. Letting your bong build up and the water go smoke-stale just makes your hits harsher than they’d be if you took just thirty seconds to switch out the water, or five minutes to clean your bong with rubbing alcohol and salt.

            I’m still never going to judge anyone’s decision not to clean their bong—that’s not my intention. A lot of the time, I can’t bring myself to just go into my kitchen and wash dishes, especially when my depression is bad, so how the hell could I dare to judge someone for essentially doing the same?

            Instead of judging, I am informing—not cleaning your bong regularly can be detrimental to your health. If you are reading this, then that means you’re on my blog, and I care about the health of all my readers.

            You don’t have to just take my word on this, either!

            Here’s a link to an article apparently co-authored by a doctor that I only skimmed over and didn’t even attempt to determine the validity of.

The Dangers of Dirty Bong Water

We can all agree that bongs are pretty great because they allow for bigger, quicker, more flavorful, rips. But maintenance can often get for

POTGUIDE

[shitpissboi]

Alone Together

Summary- The holidays are always hell, and sometimes you just need to be alone together with your boyfriends and your dumbass friends. 

Word Count- 3476

Pairing- Katuski Bakugou x Reader x Hitoshi Shinsou 

Warnings- Swearing, detailed use of marijuana, stalker behavior (kinda, just given as a backstory at the very beginning), aged up characters.

 A/N- Hello everybody! This is actually the first fic that i’ve written in well over a year, so forgive me if my writing is still a little rusty! I hope you like this fic, and thank you for taking the time to read it! :) (Edit: Honeslty thank you so much to everyone that’s interacted with this post! I did not expect it too get so many notes, so thank you all!🥺🖤)

You sighed as you walked into your apartment, the stress of the past week weighing heavily on your shoulders. This entire week had been awful, not only had you been made to work over time almost every day this week at the cafe, a new regular has apparently made it his sole mission in life to make your life hell after you rejected his advances. He had asked for your number last week and you politely declined, telling him that you already had two wonderful boyfriends that made you extremely happy.  

Ever since then, he had made sure to come into the cafe every time you worked just to make your job as hard as possible. Calling you names, commenting about your appearance, making you remake every single thing he ordered several times, just to name a few things. Coupling all of that with everything else that happened this week, it would be safe to say that it was one of the worst weeks you’ve had this year. All you wanted to do now was curl up with your boyfriends, smoke, and watch trashy television. 

Said boyfriends were already on the couch as you walked into the living room, lavender locks leaning against the back of the couch, one hand using the remote to look for something to watch, the other hand running through the messy blonde hair that was sitting in his lap. Your other boyfriend was sprawled out across the couch, laying his head in sleep deprived man's lap as he was texting away on his phone, only the former noticing your quiet entrance. 

“Hey Kitten, how was work today?” The former asked, altering Katsuki to presence. He looked up from his phone the same time Hitoshi looked away from the TV, both of them noticing something was wrong right away. Katsuki immediately sat up and moved to the other end of the couch, leaving just enough room for you to sit comfortably in between the two men. You plopped onto the couch and threw your head back and just groaned, earning a small chuckle from the two.

“That bad Teddy Bear?” Katsuki asked, repositioning you so your head was laying on his lap and your legs were on Hitoshis. You just nodded your head and pushed your face into his abdomen, trying not to cry out of frustration.He ran his fingers through your hair as Hitoshi started to rub your sore feet, helping you to relax. 

“I don’t really want to talk about it.. Can we just smoke and watch shitty TV please..?” The lavender haired man smiled softly at the pout in your voice, carefully moving your legs to get up before you could even finish what you were saying. 

“Of course we can baby. We're gonna have to call Tape Face though, your shitty boyfriend smoked the rest of it last night.” The pomeranian growled out teasingly, effectively bringing a laugh out of you. 

“He’s your boyfriend too Katsuki.” You laughed, sitting up straight and stretching. You watched as Hitoshi walked back into the living room, carrying all the things you would need for the nights sesh. You smiled up at him gratefully and pulled out your phone, quickly texting Sero and asking if he was busy. Hitoshi set up the items on the table then sat down on the chaise part of the couch, pulling you to sit in between his legs. Katsuki had gotten up to get drinks and snacks for the three of you, making sure to also grab your favorite. Hitoshi started to scroll through Hulu, settling on My Strange Addiction for now, when your phone started ringing. Sero’s name flashed on your phone, answering it immediately. 

“Hey mami! What’s up beautiful?” You laughed as you felt Hitoshis grip tighten around you, Sero has been your friend since you were little kids, growing up in the same neighborhood. If he wasn’t dating Denki when he first introduced you to the Bakusquad then they would’ve thought you guys were together with how much you two flirt. 

“Hey Sero. I know it’s late notice but could you make a delivery tonight, preferably soon?” 

“Of course (Y/NN), your week not getting any better?” He asked, genuine worry seeping into his voice. 

“No, it hasn’t. And a certain SOMEONE,” You looked up at Hitoshi and nudged him with your elbow. “Smoked the rest of what we had this morning and didn’t bother to restock.” He simply rolled his eyes at you. 

“You know, if you keep being a brat, then i’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, Kitten.” Hitoshi teased. 

“Shinsou Hitoshi! You can’t say things like that on call!” You pouted, hitting him lightly in the chest. You could hear Sero, and Denki since they were always together, losing their shit over the phone. You growled and put the phone back to your ear. 

“You know I was gonna invite you guys to smoke with us but I don’t like to hang out with fucking bullies!” You growled into the phone, but started laughing as Kaminari immediately started to back track and apologize, making Sero laugh even harder.

“Just your ass over here already, and bring Kiri and Mina too if they want, we haven’t hung out as a group in forever.” You rolled your eyes as you heard Denki runoff in the background, yelling at Kiri and Mina to get their asses ready, then hearing a loud thud, making your and Hitoshi look at each other curiously. 

“We’ll be over in 20 minutes babes... God dammit Denks how many times do I have to tell you not to ru-” The phone quickly hung, making you two roll your eyes yet again, you swear that over excited dumbass is one of the only things that can make Sero lose his never ending patience. You gently threw your phone onto the coffee table and relaxed back into the purple haired man. He kissed your forehead and wrapped himself around you tightly, allowing you to fully relax into his embrace. 

-

About 25 minutes later, a knock startles you from your happy daze. Seeing as Katsuki had taken Hitoshi’s previous position, Hitoshi your position against Katsuki, and you snuggled into Katsuki’s side, you got up to answer the door. As soon as you opened the door you were trapped by a hug from Sero. You relished in the hug for a couple seconds before pulling back and letting him, followed by Denki, Mina, and Kiri. Denki and Kiri immediately made a bee line for the couch, fighting over who would get a hug from their best friend first. (Hitoshi and Katsuki respectively.) 

“Well it’s nice to see you guys too, damn.” You mumbled, laughing a little at the end as you see your boyfriends immediately get annoyed with the two loud intrusions. 

“How much you wanna bet they’ll be dead within 30 mintues?” Mina said, pulling you into a side hug.  

“I give it 20. Tops.” Sero stated as you hug Mina back, leaning into the peck she gave you on the cheek before going to wrangle Kiri in before Katsuki tried to blow him up. 

“How’re you doing babes?” Sero asked, turning toward you while he slid his backpack off. 

“I’m okay right now, a lot better than earlier. I’m so fuckin ready to get stoned though.” You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. 

“I’m just glad that you're feeling better. I swear the next time that bastardo shows his face i’m gonna beat his ass.” He growled, cracking his knuckles to try to be intimidating. 

“Get in line Tape Face! Now get the fuck over here so we can get this started!” Katsuki yelled, making you let out a small giggle. Sero followed you into the living room where the chaos had already started. Denki was being half heartedly being consoled by Mina as he cried at Hitoshi for cuddling Katsuki and not him. Meanwhile Hitoshi was glaring daggers and Kiri, who was sitting in your previous spot, and addimently talking to Katsuki. 

You simply rolled your eyes and sat at the end of the chaise, Sero sitting in between your legs on the floor. He pulled a ziplock bag out of his backpack and grabbed the grinder off the table, promptly starting to break up the bigger nugs and put them into the grinder. You reached around him and grabbed your bong and a water bottle, pouring some water into the bong. Hitoshi had noticed you guys sit down and grabbed the bottle out of your hand when you were done, trading it with a lighter. Not even a couple minutes later Sero was handing you the grinder and you opened it, starting to pack a bowl while he got the stuff ready to roll a blunt.

You packed the bowl as full as you could and held the lighter to the bowl, starting to inhale. About 10 seconds later, when the chamber was sufficiently filled with smoke, you pulled the bowl out and inhaled again, relishing the feeling of the smoke settling into your lungs as you passed the bong and lighter to Sero. You held it for a couple more seconds before slowly letting the smoke out, feeling yourself relax with the exhale. You took the bag sitting next to Sero and continued to grind for him as he took a hit before passing it to Hitoshi. 

You watched Hitoshi take a hit as you continued to twist the grinder back and forth, smiling when he grabbed Katsuki by the collar and exhaled the smoke into his mouth. Katsuki blushed furiously, always being caught off guard when the younger man did things like that, and angrily buried his face into his neck. Hitoshi smirked as he looked down, handing the bong off to an unsuspecting Kiri. (Kiri, Denki, and Mina seriously didn’t realize you guys started until they were dead ass handed the bong-) 

Pulling your attention away from your lovers, you handed the full grinder to the man below you, seeing that he already had a blunt wrap split and emptied out. However he just handed the grinder and the tray to Hitoshi, knowing the exhausted man can roll a much prettier blunt than he can. Your head snapped up as you heard Denki start coughing and watched as Mina ripped the bong out of his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to cough into the bong Denki! I swear every time you hit a bong you cough into it!” She yelled, using the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the water off the outside of the glass instrument. 

“You're still coughing into the damn bong Kaminari?!” You exasperated, staring at him bewildered. It’s been a good couple months since you had all been able to get together, and in that time he had finally decided to move in with Sero. Sero was the second biggest stoner you’ve ever met, just being beat by Hitoshi, and his favorite thing to use was a bong, you would’ve thought he had taught him by now. 

“No matter how many times I tell him he still does it, so now I make him roll a blunt or use a pipe.” Sero shrugged, moving so he could sit between his boyfriend’s legs instead. 

“It’s not my fault my lungs are so bad! Whenever I fry myself it fucks up my lungs!” He whined, leaning forward and draping himself of the latino dramatically. 

“Which is exactly why you should learn how to use the fucking bong, idiot.” Katsuki spoke up, seemingly over his flustered state for the moment. Denki just whined dramatically, causing you all to sigh in irritation. Mina rolled her eyes and took her hit before passing it off to you. You gripped it tightly and stood up on the couch, very carefully going over to Katsuki and sitting in his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you and his chin resting on your shoulder.  

You held the bong against your lips and went to light the bowl only for Katsuki to snatch it from you, making your lean away and glare at him. He smirked at you and flicked the lighter on, bringing it to the bowl. You rolled your eyes and smirked, putting your mouth back to the bong and inhaling as he lit it for you. You inhaled for a good 15 seconds before he pulled the bowl away, allowing you to inhale the smoke into your lungs. You handed the bong off to him and watched as he leaned it, very clearly wanting you to share the hit with him. 

You smiled at the secretly needy man holding you, softly tangling your hand with the hair at the base of his neck and gently pushing him forward. You tilted your head and let the smoke flow from your parted lips into his open mouth before sealing your lips together. Your lips molded together perfectly with his, the rest of the smoke seeping through your nose before you pulled away, still smiling. 

You looked on as he opened his eyes, a soft smile settling onto his features before he exhaled fully. You closed your eyes and leaned against him, contentment washing over your body for the first time during this hell week. He chuckled and leaned back against the couch again, taking you with him. You listened to him take another hit and felt as he inhaled and exhaled, feeling the smoke blow across your head as he blew you. He handed the bong off and let his head rest on the back of the couch, slightly tightening his hold on you. 

You heard Kiri take another hit as Mina, Sero, and Denki started another fight, letting out a giggle and Katsuki and Hitoshi let out a groan at the same time. You felt Katsuki reach up but paid it no mind until Hitoshi spoke up.

“Hey! That’s no fuckin fair Katsu! You can’t just turn off your hearing aids and leave us to suffer!” Hitoshi let out, holding the frash blunt in the side of his mouth while he signed for Katsuki. Your eyes snapped open and you sat up, giving the blonde your own glare, starting to sign for him. 

“Suki! You said you were going to leave them on this time!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest when you were done using your hands. 

“I’m not gonna listen to these shitty extras fight the whole time, so until they shut the fuck up, i’m leaving them off.�� He signed, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

“You’re such a fukin asshole suki!” You grumbled, making sure to not sign to him. He just stuck his middle finger up at you and laughed. You just turned away and looked to Hitoshi, taking the blunt out of his mouth and grabbing the lighter. He tried to grab it back but stopped when he saw the mischief in your eyes, sitting back to watch you. You lit the blunt and took a long drag, passing it to Sero on the ground before climbing on Hitoshis’s lap. You gently grabbed his face and opened his mouth slightly with your thumb. 

You let the smoke fall from your lips and past his, watching as he sucked in the hit before dipping down to kiss him, raking your right hand through his hair. He pushed up into the kiss, making sure to make a show of grabbing your ass, opening his eyes slightly to lazily glance over at Katsuki, smirking to find him growling at you two. 

“Oh come on, get a room you horny lil freaky fucks.” Denki called out, making you burst everyone but Katsuki and Hitoshi burst out into laughter, the latter just deadpanning. You fell too the side to the side of Hitoshi, bumping into Katsuki’s still crossed legs, pulling yourself up when you calmed yourself down. 

“What in the fuck did you just call us?!” You asked, noting that Katsuki was signing to Hitoshi and asking what in the hell Denki just said. Said man just shrugged, leaning back against the couch. 

“A horny little freaky fuck.” He stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world, causing Mina, Kiri, and Sero to start laughing again. Katsuki had turned his hearing aids on again at this point and had heard what he said. 

“If you call my boyfriend and girlfriend that again i’m gonna kick your fucking ass dunce face.” Katsuki rumbled, grabbing his friend by the collar. You just laughed and reached over to his arm, lacing your hand with his and pulling it back to you, kissing the back of it and wrapping it around yourself. He tightened his grip on you and used his other hand to hold Hitoshi’s, growling at Denki. 

Denki yelped and jumped off the couch, lowering himself and trying to hide behind Sero, crying Katsuki not to hurt him. Sero just mumbled a “Fucking idiot”, and pulled the yellow haired man against him, leaving his arm around his waist. By this time the blunt had gotten back around to Katsuki and he took his arm off you to take a big hit, moving to lean against the arm of the couch so he could continue holding his boyfriend's hand. 

The blond passed the blunt to you when he was done, and you quickly started to inhale, smiling at the familiar burn in the back of your throat. You inhaled for a good while before passing it over to Hitoshi, laying back so your head was now in your other lovers lap. He automatically brought a hand up to your head and raked it through your hair a couple times before simply resting it on top. 

You closed your eyes as it finally started to hit you, allowing you to fully relax into your lover. You tuned out the rest of the conversations and background noise easily, focusing on the feeling of Katsuki’s hand on your head and Hitoshi moving so he was laying on your lap while still holding Katsuki’s hand. The blunt got passed around a couple more times before it was finally done, the bong getting thrown in here and there. You had ended up in a position where sitting up against the back of the couch and his legs apart as you sat between them and leaned against him and the arm of the couch. Hitoshi had crawled between the older man's legs and laid his head in your lap, practically purring as you pet his hair.

You were brought back down to reality when Hitoshi got up to grab a drink and change the TV, putting on something funny and didn’t need to be thought about too much. You sat up to, much to your blonde lovers grievance, and reached toward Hitoshi with a pout. He just let out a chuckle and grabbed your favorite drink and snack off the table, handing them to you as he got comfortable in your lap again. You happily took a sip of your drink and set it next to you, making sure to screw the cap tight, before opening your snack.

You munched it absentmindedly and leaned back against the arm of the couch, smiling up at the blonde and offering one to him. He looked around before begrudgingly opening his mouth, allowing you to place the tasty treat inside. You giggled as he grumbled and looked away, still not used to his friends seeing him act “soft”. You heard your other boyfriend let out a laugh at the explosive hero, genuinely happy that he still continues to try and open up to those close to him, especially after the last couple being rough on everyone.

The holidays brought stress to everyone, the spike in crime making the heros (Kirishima, Denki, Katsuki, and Hitoshi.) over work themselves more than usual and become even more exhausted. While you, Mina, and Sero all had to deal with the wonders of working retail and food service during this time, always seeming to get stuck with the absolute worst customers that would threaten your job and life. 

The last month has clearly taken a chunk out of everyone, and the almost always rowdy group was just thankful to finally get a restful and relaxing night. Even if the group was full of impulsive ideas and even more impulsive decisions, they never felt more safe than when in each other's company, mastering the art of being alone together when it was truly needed. You smiled as you came to this realisation, knowing that no matter what happened or what obstacles would be thrown your way, as long as you had your boyfriends and your friends, everything was going to be alright. You are going to be alright.

Masterlist

Posted 12/19/2020

[fivelakesinwriting]

Out of Character (Rafe Cameron) Part 4

Warnings: Slight smut (you can barely call it that), talk of drug use and cheating. Gemma and Rafe are toxic..

Authors Notes: All characters are 18+ if they aren't already. Thank you for your support - likes, reblogs. It's really nice to come on here and see that love. Leave a comment, or send a message if you like!

Happy OBX Day, my friends.

At Tannyhill, Rafe Cameron paced his bedroom in a rage. He wasn't sure if he wanted to scream, punch his way through his walls, call Barry for his entire cocaine supply, or fuck Gemma in the middle of Figure Eight so people would get the fucking message.

"So, is this about Amy Romero last year?" Rafe asked as he rubbed his index finger under his nose. An unconscious tick.

"Has nothing to do with Skank Face Romero." Gemma glared as she sat on Rafe's bed with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Kinda says it all, doesn't it?" Rafe replied as he looked at her, so small on his bed. So small, but so angry.

"What? How you fucked my best friend while I was away on college campus trips, told me it was nothing. She didn't mean anything. And then she stalks you for weeks! Fucking bitch." Gemma stated as the venom dripped from each word.

"So, you fucked Topper to get back at me?" Rafe smirked viciously as he walked closer to her and held her face in his right hand.

"No. I fucked JJ Maybank to get back at you. I fucked Topper because he likes me, and was good at it." She replied with wild eyes. Wilder than Rafe had ever seen before.

"Bitch." Rafe spat at her through gritted teeth with a squeeze of her face before he let her go.

"You know that's why JJ did what he did, right?"

"Why? Because you're such a fucking prize?" Rafe hated himself as soon as the words left his mouth. She was a prize. Quite frankly, he knew he didn't deserve her.

Pogues versus Kooks aside, he knew even JJ Maybank was even a better match for her. At least he might not cheat on her, and ignore her for his drug dealer. For some reason Rafe put himself first, perhaps because no one else did.

"I don't deserve this. Fuck you, Rafe." Gemma replied as she hopped off his bed and began to storm out.

"Baby! Wait! I didn't mean that. Please don't leave." Rafe stated as he walked after her and gently took her hand.

"Why would you say that?" She asked as tears filled her eyes. She wouldn't look at him, and that killed him more than finding out she had slept with his best friend.

"Because I'm fucking pissed at you." Rafe whispered through his own tears.

Gemma looked up at the tall, sharp jaw lined boy. He pursed his lips in an attempt to stop his tears as he looked down at his girlfriend. Gemma reached a hand up and gently touched his face to catch a tear on her fingertips.

"Guess I'm still mad at you, too." She replied as she shuffled just a little closer to him.

"I get that." Rafe nodded as he pulled her hand up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. His mind wandered to places he didn't want, but he couldn't help it.

"Did..uh..was he better than me?" Rafe asked, the true colours of the nervous 19 year old boy coming through. All he wanted was to be loved, accepted and cherished by those around him.

"Rafe Cameron, you are still by far the best I've ever had." She smiled up at him as she stood on her toes.

"Promise?" He asked as his fist balled up her dress.

"Yes, Rafe." She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull herself closer to him. Rafe pulled her dress up around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Do you ever wear panties?" Rafe growled as he palmed her backside.

"I thought you liked it." She smiled as she pushed him to his back on his bed before she straddled his hips.

Rafe grinned as he flipped the smaller girl onto her back before he tore at her light blue dress. She gasped as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Prefer you naked, actually. " Rafe replied as his deft fingers tore through the remains of her dress to reveal her body to him.

"Rafe." She breathed out as she grabbed his face for a kiss.

"I'm going to make sure you never want to fuck Topper again. No matter how much he likes you, or how good you think he fucks." Rafe growled as he pressed a hand to her chest to lay her back down on his bed.

She was silent beneath him. She knew the words were coming, they had been for a while. From the drunken fights, cheating and now this.

"Because I love you, Gemma."

"I love you, too."

...

At the Routledge House, JJ Maybank paced the floor, high on the power from The Red Night and several back to back joints. He had heard through Pope, whose father was to cater Midsummer, that someone spotted Gemma Mercer kissing Topper Thornton at the club early that afternoon.

"She's trash, JJ." Kiara stated as she packed another bowl for the boy, unable to do anything but keep him calm and relatively inebriated.

"She's not! She's just in this fucking web of Kooks." JJ replied as he took the bong from the girl and patted his pants for a lighter.

"A web of Kooks? Do you even hear yourself right now? Kiara asked as she stood up from the couch, her arms over her chest.

"You don't know her like I do." JJ replied as held the smoke in his lungs before he exhaled.

"Yeah, because I haven't fucked her." Kiara replied with a roll of her eyes.

"It wasn't just that, Kie. So fuck off." JJ spat as he slammed the bong on the table before he took off out the door.

Kiara stood in John B's living room dumbfounded. JJ never yelled at her. Sure, he got frustrated but he never yelled. She wondered if there was more to the Maybank Mercer affair that JJ never told them.

JJ and Gemma had met her first summer in the Outer Banks, before she knew about the Kooks versus Pogues. Before she knew she was considered a Kook, and JJ was supposed to be beneath her.

[saintchrollo]

Dressed in a black dress with your rollers in your hair and makeup done, save for lipstick, you diligently work on packing the communal bowl in the living room.

“You makin tiktoks in your room again?” Phinks asks, emerging from his own room. Fresh from the shower, he’s only in basketball shorts and a tank. He sits down next to you, bumping against you.

“No,” You say, lighting the bowl and taking a pull. “I’m going on a date.”

“A date?” Phinks asks. He frowns at your nod. “When did you date?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You roll your eyes. One more hit. As you stand, you hand the bong over to Phinks. “Your friend asked me to go to the art museum’s new exhibit and get dinner so I said yes.”

Phinks’ brow furrows further with confusion. “Which one of my friends?”

“Kuroro,” You say with a slight hum. “He called the other day about it.”

Phinks has never been good at hiding his emotions, and today is no different. His entire face is one of disgust.

“He called?”

You nod, checking the time on your watch.

“Is that who you’ve been talking to on the phone at night!” Phinks eyes widen in surprise.

“Have I been keeping you up? I’m sorry about that,” You respond, hovering back over the coffee table to swipe another hit from the bong.

Phinks stumbles over his words for a few moments, eventually trailing off to watch you smoke.

“He doesn’t really like weed, y’know.”

You chuckle as smoke leaves your lungs and you set the glass back down on the counter. “I’m sure if you were a pretty girl, he’d be less on your case about it.”

Phinks frowns. “That’s sexist.”

“Let him know,” You say, almost as a challenge. Instead of letting your roommate rise to meet said challenge, you head towards your room. “He’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.”

“You comin’ home tonight?” Phinks asks.

“Uh,” You giggle and play with the handle of your door, thinking it over. “Yeah, I guess. My skincare’s here.”

The bedroom door shuts and your music starts back up. Phinks can’t wait until you’re gone, until he can scream into his pillow and punch it as many times as it takes before he can see straight again. He doesn’t know who he’s upset with, if it’s you or himself or even Kuroro.

If he gets ready fast enough, though, he can bypass seeing the two of you and head to the gym instead. Yeah, that seems best. Phinks heads back into his bedroom, messy with curtains drawn tight for a nap. Nap long forgotten, Phinks packs up his gym bag and hopes Kuroro isn’t sitting in his car, waiting for four o’clock to roll around to be exactly on time to pick you up.

[knifefather]

In the words of Open Mike Eagle, “This is what I need to do. I know I need to do something to feel better. This is it.” So I did! I wanted to write some headcanons about weed and also something cute, so this happened! I give to you: Smoking weed with each member of the Bucci Gang for the first time. This is all platonic. Under the cut for length!

Content warning: Use of marijuana. That’s it. That’s the post. Enjoy!

Bruno

🍃 The Capo is probably the best one to smoke with for the first time. He’s very careful about making sure that you have a good experience! Bruno would more than likely invite you somewhere private for you guys to smoke together, like his home. He’s the type of person that would explain to you about what marijuana does to your body while you’re smoking. It’s really interesting and makes for a good conversation point.

🍃 Bruno would pack you guys a bowl in a pipe! That way you can’t take too large of a hit. Getting too high the first time is definitely a mood killer. He definitely doesn’t want the experience to be ruined for you because you smoked too much. 

🍃 After you take a few puffs and your eyes start to get a little red, he checks in with you. “How are you feeling?” he asks. You look back at him and his eyes are also red. You had never seen Bruno like that before, and that combined with the substance makes you giggle uncontrollably. He ends up chuckling a bit too, a lot more than he normally does. You like the sound of his laugh. “I’m taking that means you’re doing well?” You just nod and reach for the bowl again. 

🍃 After you’re feeling chill enough, the two of you can hang out alone or Bruno would invite the rest of the gang over. You might just hang out in his living room, or he would suggest taking a walk to the park close by. If that’s the case, he is the one that leads you out and around so you can be stoned and not worry about anything. 

🍃 He also brings water because he knows you’ll get cottonmouth! What an angel, really. 

Mista

🍃 Smoking weed for the first time with Mista is an adventure, that’s for sure. Mista is a stoner, so when you told him you’ve never smoked before he is all over it! “Dude, we have to smoke together! Some see me after the meeting at Libeccio,” he tells you, clamping you on the shoulder before walking off. 

🍃 After the meeting is over and the group begins to disband, he approaches you and gives you a funny look. Definitely not suspicious or anything lmao. “You wanna step out back?” he asks, still giving you that strange look. You aren’t sure what to say, so you just nod and go with him. When the gang sees you two leaving together, it really looks like you guys are gonna fuck. They start giggling and gossiping until Bruno breaks it up, but even he is curious about what you two are up to.

🍃 Mista takes you to the side alley next to the restaurant and gets on one knee. “I knew that that meeting was gonna be boring as hell so I brought something to make it worth it,” he says, grinning before pulling something out of his sock. He straightens himself  out and you get a closer look at it. It’s what you think is a cigarette. He sees your confusion before giving you a toothy grin. “This is a joint,” he proclaims. “We’re gonna smoke it.”

🍃 And smoke it you do. You and Mista face the entire joint behind the restaurant and you get mega stoned. The gunslinger has to usher you out of the alley and walk you home because you’re high as fuck. “I don’t want to be alone.. Can you stay?” you ask him after plopping on the couch, almost too stoned to move. He agrees quickly and flops down next to you. 

🍃 After a few minutes, yall begin to get the munchies... So you eat whatever you have at your place before deciding to order a pizza. The two of you just watch a movie and hang out for the rest of the evening!

Giorno

🍃 Doesn’t smoke weed, but he isn’t a jerk about it. He doesn’t have a problem with people who do but it’s really not his thing. He doesn’t like the way it makes him feel, or the way it smells and tastes. 

🍃 Just doesn’t like any kind of drug. He seldom even has more than a few glasses of wine. Being intoxicated is not really for Giorno. 

🍃 However, if you wanted to smoke weed around him, he would be supportive and watch over you. He’d make sure you weren’t going to get yourself hurt and that you’re feeling okay while you’re high. 

🍃 Even though he sucks at driving, he would offer to drive you anywhere you need because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. He would even go get you food if you started getting the munchies really bad! Giorno thinks that you’re hilarious when you stoned and has a blast hanging out with you every time.

Abbacchio

🍃 Abbacchio doesn’t really tell anyone that he smokes pot. The only way you found out was because you had to swing by his apartment to get some paperwork from him. You knock on the door and received no answer. You’re growing worried, so you try again, only to hear nothing. Curious, you round the corner of the apartment building and see that his window is open and smoke is drifting out. 

🍃 After a minute of making you wait, Abbacchio comes to the door. He hands you the paperwork, and you get a good look at his face. His eyes are red as hell and they look smaller than usual. Not to mention that he smells of it. But he totally tries to play it off like he wasn’t just smoking. 

🍃 “Um... Is that weed that you were smoking?” you ask. He’s immediately defensive, brushing you off. But you call him out and nail him. “I know it was bud. Do you maybe... wanna share? I-I’ve never had it before--” you start to say before he cuts you off. 

🍃 “I’ll let you hit the blunt if you promise to go home after that.” You accept his conditions and go inside. 

🍃 He hands you a marijuana cigarette, this time wrapped in brown paper. “It’s a blunt. It’s made out of cigarillo paper. The paper has tobacco in it, so be careful when taking a hit...” he advises, handing you the lighter. You did you best to hit it, and, like Abbacchio expected, you cough your fucking lungs out because of the paper. He claps you on the back a few times before continuing. After you have finished the blunt, you’re dummy stoned. 

🍃 “I know I said I’d go home, but do you think--” Abbacchio interrupts you again. “Yes, you can stay. Just don’t eat everything in my fridge.” You do anyway. 

Narancia

🍃 Oh boy. Oh fucking boy. Narancia literally does everything you SHOULDN’T do with someone who is smoking weed for the first time. 

🍃 You guys are hanging out and he brings out his bong and starts packing a bowl, no big deal. You’re sweating because you have no idea what that big glass thing is. Narancia is under the impression that you’re a stoner like him even though he’s never smoked with you? You don’t understand it either.

🍃 He takes a huge hit and then hands you the bong, and you awkwardly take it in your hands. You’ve watched how Narancia hit it, but you’re not sure if you can do it like him. Narancia can see your uncertainty. “You can hit it. That’s why I passed it to you,” he said, smiling. 

🍃 “I don’t... I’ve never...” you stammer, looking helplessly at him. Narancia put the pieces together, his eyes going wide. “Oh shit! You don’t smoke?” You shake your head in response. “Well damn. Here, lemme show you how.” Narancia’s “demonstration” may or may not have served a double purpose for him to take another hit, but whatever.

🍃 He instructs you on how to use the bong. Fill the bowl, light it, inhale from the top tube, take the bowl out when the chamber fills with too much smoke. You think that it’s simple enough, so you go to try... and cough. You cough, sputtering on the bong, all of the smoke entering your lungs leaving you a whoosh. Your face turns red and Narancia paps you on the back, letting you a have a few sips of his Diet Coke. That was the first and last hit that you took, and it made you high as a motherfucker. 

🍃 You crash at Narancia’s and play video games with him all night, the two of you laughing at the game and making a ton of new inside jokes together. You still quote the inside jokes to this day, and none of the guys understand what the fuck you’re talking about. 

🍃 He does end up turning on a really loud, violent movie that scares the shit out of you, though. He turns it off and does his best to help you calm down, apologizing profusely. After a few minutes, you feel better, but it crashed your high. You’re okay with that, and just curl up next to him while he continues to play games. You’ve had enough for the night. 

Fugo

🍃 Also doesn’t smoke at all. Though, he’s lame, and he’ll probably try to discourage you from it. He’ll hit you with a ton of false facts about what weed does to your body and how it is actually the worst thing in the world for you.  

🍃 Narancia and Mista would usually step in and telling him he’s being a fucking tool. If they start arguing, Bruno breaks it up. He doesn’t take a side, but he admittedly is biased because he smokes weed too.

🍃 Not much to say on Mr. Party Pooper over here. 

Trish

🍃 Lmao. This girl is a stoner as hell. She doesn’t smoke flower very often, but she always has her weed vape pen on her. 

🍃 This bitch will just hit her pen in the middle of a store. On the train. On the sidewalk. In a church. Wherever the hell. Bruno gets on to her about it sometimes, but she always brushes him off and just does her thing. 

🍃 You smoke with her for the first time while you guys are out shopping. The two of you have a few bags in tow and are on your way to the next store in the mall. Trish whips her pen out from her purse and, you guessed it, hits it right in the middle of the mall. You’re absolutely baffled and not sure why anyone hasn’t noticed or called her out. 

🍃 Oblivious, she turns to you and points the pen at you. “You want to hit it? I can see you staring at me,” she says plainly. You’re kinda shocked at how forward she is about it, but you take the pen from her. You try to get her to move away to a less populated part in the mall, but she has to go to the candle store. So you hit it and watch a bubble form in the golden liquid.

🍃 It’s one of those good ass carts, and you get stoned from just one rip. It’s actually really fun walking around with her while you’re high! You guys enjoy the rest of your shopping trip no problem, and Bruno comes to pick you guys up after you guys are finished! He knows you two are stoned, but he doesn’t say anything. Thanks Bru. 

[anasuisprisonwife]

Aight b I wanna see some HCs about the first time you and Anasui get high together. Does he spill bong water all over himself like that one vine (I sure have lol)? Do you give him edibles? Does he make up songs or try drawing? Plz I have so many questions

THANK U FOR SENDING THIS ASHLEY I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT FOR MYSELF

ANASUI X SAMUS= ANUS

NSFW, for marijuana and a lil bit of sexi time, also written in first person from my perspective

During one of our first encounters, I tell Anasui that I’m an absolute fiend when it comes to the smokey tokey. Anasui would occasionally roll himself a joint, but he had never smoked so frequently until he met me.

First, I introduce him to my bong, Helga, and he tells me that she’s a beaut. Before I’m even able to pack the first bowl, Anasui knocks her over while talking with his hands, spilling nasty water across the table and onto the floor. After we finish drying the mess with some paper towels, I suggest that he rolls us a joint instead, since it might be a little while until I can trust him with my favorite piece of glass. 

While he crafts the joint, I bust his nuts for assembling it without a filter. In response, he tells me that he’ll gladly suck the bits off of my tongue if they bother me. Anasui offers the first hit to me, although I facetiously insist that he take the first mouthful of scooby snacks.

As we smoke, Anasui teases about how much I cough for such a frequent smoker. He pokes fun at how small I am and that the hits I’m taking are too big for my little lungs.

Once it’s finished, and we’re both stoned to the bone, Anasui and I somehow decide to play Monopoly with each other. Anasui says that he’s too high to be the banker, so I use this to my advantage and sneak a couple extra hundreds into my pile. Toward the end of the game, I return from a trip to the bathroom, and I notice that an extra house has been placed on Anasui’s property. When I call him out for cheating, he swears up and down that it’s been there the entire time, but I don’t believe him. 

Eventually, our disagreement becomes frustrated Monopoly sex, until I find the ‘go directly to jail’ card stuffed in his panties.

[icyharrington]

Is It Wrong? (Michael Langdon X Reader)

SO! a couple months ago, @langdonsrapture and i had some... interesting conversations about stepdad duncan and stepbrother michael, and i ended up agreeing that i’d write a stepbro michael fic if she wrote a stepdad duncan fic. and she wrote her stepdad duncan fic, so..... i present to you, STEPBROTHER MICHAEL! i am so sorry for this foolishness.... (also, this is going to be a multi part series!!) 

plot: michael langdon is a picture-perfect fuckboy, and, lucky for you, he’s also your stepbrother. how will you survive?

warnings: inappropriate relationships (I MEAN OBVIOUSLY), fuckboy michael, fem!Reader, high school au, drug mentions, alcohol mentions, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk 

word count: 6k 

tagging some people i think might be interested: @langdonsrapture @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @wroteclassicaly @langdonsinferno @americanhorrorstudies @sodanova @alicecooper19 @ccodyfern @starwlkers @duncvn @xtheinevitableprophecyx

i.

The summer before your senior year of high school, your life was abruptly separated into two parts: before Michael Langdon, and after Michael Langdon. Up until then, your life had been peaceful- maybe a little boring, mundane, but peaceful all the same. You’d had a painfully average life with painfully average grades and a painfully average social life, but there was nothing to complain about, living in your modest high-ranch with your father in the middle of the suburbs.

And then your father met Miriam Mead Langdon, a slightly eccentric but nice-enough woman who oftentimes frequented the same grocery store he did. You hadn’t had a problem with Miriam; you were pleased to see your father happy after having been single for so long, ever since your mother passed away years before. No, you didn’t have a problem with Miriam- it was her son, Michael, that you couldn’t fucking stand.

Michael Langdon was everything you hated- cocky, rude, a smart-ass, spoiled. Everyone who met him seemed to fall under his spell, charmed by his smooth talking and boyish good looks, and so he always seemed to get whatever he wanted. There was no question of whether he was attractive, with soft waves of blond hair and admittedly beautiful baby blue eyes, paired with plump pink lips that always seemed to be curled into an infuriating smirk. Girls swooned over him, including your own friends (which you’d gagged over), and boys fought for his approval and friendship. It was beyond nauseating.

When your father had announced that he and Miriam were engaged, you’d been forced to swallow your distaste for the boy who, soon enough, would be your stepbrother. In June they were married, and soon afterwards, Miriam and Michael moved into your father’s home. Michael got the once-vacant guest room down the hall from your bedroom, and within a few days it had become an entirely new place; he’d plastered the walls with posters, depicting everything from horror movies to half-naked girls to metal bands. The top of his dresser was strewn with random things he’d thrown there: an empty Jack Daniels bottle, AXE body spray (because of course), an enormous glass-blown bong, a half-empty pack of Marlboro Reds, designer sunglasses. The entire room reeked of weed, sometimes drifting down the hall and into your room, but for some reason your father never mentioned it (which you were sure he would, had it been you who was stinking up the house and not Michael).

That entire summer, you were forced to witness Michael getting away with things you could never dream to: sneaking in girls at all hours of the night (no headphones were good enough to block out the scarring noises that left his room on these occasions), stealing your father’s expensive liquor from the glass-paneled cabinets, leaving the house at 1 am and coming back home after sunrise. It seemed that he was able to talk himself out of anything, and if you didn’t hate him so much, you might have even said you envied him a little.

The only upside was that you were graduating high school this year; the both of you would be off to college in the fall, and then you’d never have to see his stupid, smug face again. Or, at least, almost never.

That thought was the only thing that kept you from losing grip on your sanity; like a prayer, you’d tell yourself: only a few more months.

ii.

“Michael, I don’t know why you’re being so difficult. Just take your sister to school.” The even voice of Miriam filled your kitchen as you glared at Michael, who was slumped over a bowl of cereal- your cereal- at the kitchen table.

“My sister?” he repeated through a mouthful of corn flakes. You gagged dramatically, hoping the gesture caught his eye. “You guys got married not even four months ago and now I’m suddenly expected to act like she’s my blood relative?”

You rolled your eyes, frowning when he reached for the cereal box.

“Believe me, the feeling is mutual,” you muttered, grabbing the box away before he could take more from it.

“Michael,” said Miriam, her voice tinged with warning, but you knew she wasn’t actually going to do anything. Not to Michael, her precious, perfect baby boy who apparently could do not wrong. “You’re going to the same place. It only makes sense for you to drive her.”

“Whatever,” he griped, standing up to grab his backpack off the counter without bothering to put his dish away. Just as you’d expected, Miriam took his bowl and placed it in the sink without a word. “C’mon.”

You followed him to the front door, watching as he retrieved his ring of keys from the back pocket of his black skinny jeans.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just get a ride with (best friend’s name),” he said irritably.

“Because we’re no longer speaking, that’s why.”

“Is it because of-“ he paused, flashing you a shit-eating grin, cocking one eyebrow at you knowingly. Dickhead.

“What do you think?”

“Aww, come on, you’re still mad about that?” he chuckled, pulling his sunglasses off the front of his shirt and sliding them on.

“Yes.” You trailed behind Michael onto the porch, slamming the door behind you loudly. He dug his thumb into a button on his keys, and on cue his sports car- because of fucking course he had a sports car- let out its usual cheery beep as it unlocked.

“You mind getting in the back?” he asked you, tossing his keys up into the air idly and catching them before opening the driver side door.

You scoffed. “Um, yes, I mind?” You opened the passenger door defiantly to find the leather seat strewn with CDs, food wrappers, a math textbook which you highly doubted he used, and- you wrinkled your nose- was that a box of fucking condoms? Yep, condoms, Magnum XL with added lubrication (you seriously regretted taking the time to read the box).

“Ew, Michael,” you said, snatching up the box before tossing it into the back as though you might contract a deadly disease if you touched it for too long. “Very discreet.”

“What, was that the wittle virgin’s first time seeing condoms in real life?” he teased, slipping into the front seat and turning the key in ignition. You picked up as much of his junk as you could before throwing it haphazardly into the back, earning a wince from Michael.

“Not that I have anything to prove to you, but I’m not a virgin,” you lied.

“Riiiight.” He switched on the radio, screwing up his face indecisively as he flipped through the stations.

“No, seriously,” you said, getting in the passenger’s seat and shutting the car door. You considered putting on your seatbelt, but thought that might be something Michael would tease you about, so you refrained.

Why did you even care what he thought?

“Okay, then, who’d you do it with?” he said, reaching into the glove compartment to retrieve a crushed pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and stuck it between his teeth, rotating his body as he searched the floor of the car for a lighter.

Your lips turned down in disgust. “Can you not do that right now?”

“Uh, it’s my car,” he snapped, and you retreated. He found a lighter, flicking it on and off presumably to test if there was any fluid left, and then he lit his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke unfurl from his nose, before his face lit up once more with a mischievous grin. “Oh right. Who was it that you had sex with, again?”

You pressed your lips together, annoyed that he’d remembered. “You don’t know him.”

You couldn’t see his eyes due to the fact that they were covered with tinted lenses, but you were sure he’d narrowed them suspiciously in your direction at this. It was so obvious that you were full of shit, and you knew it. “I know pretty much everyone who goes to our school.”

“He doesn’t go to our school.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, unconvinced, but you were grateful when he didn’t press on further. He rolled down the window, bringing the cigarette to his plump lips as he backed out of the driveway, hardly bothering to glance over his shoulders. You weren’t entirely sure how he hadn’t been in a car accident yet. Probably just dumb luck, which Michael always seemed to have an abundance of.

You stared out the window for a while, arms crossed in front of your chest as you attempted to avoid the smoke that Michael made no effort to shield you from. The morning sun shone through the window and bounced off Michael’s effortless mop of blond waves, just slightly overgrown, which he’d attempted to neaten with the smallest hint of hair gel.

He looked like something from a movie, you decided, with his leather jacket and laid-back stance, reclined against the back of the seat with one hand resting on the wheel. You couldn’t help but notice his sharp, angular jawline, clenching slightly as he craned his neck to look at the road, and for a moment you almost caught yourself… admiring him.

You shuddered. Absolutely fucking not.

You were halfway to school when Michael decided to break the silence. “So you and (b/f/n) are really done being friends?”

“I mean, I very clearly asked her not to fuck my brother and she did anyway, so yes, really.”  

You saw the vaguest hint of a smirk play at the corners of his lips, his stump of a cigarette dangling out from between them, and you fought back the urge to backhand him.

“So since you’re no longer friends,” he said, putting his cigarette out on the steering wheel and discarding it outside, “you won’t have a problem with us fucking again, then?”

Of fucking course. You should’ve known better than to believe he actually had any sort of interest in what went on in your life.

“I hate you so fucking much,” you murmured.

“I know,” he said, seeming pretty pleased with himself. Why the fuck did your father have to choose the mother of the worst goddamn person in the world to get married to?

Michael pulled up to the school and into his front-and-center reserved parking space, which he’d allegedly won year-round access to in some kind of charity raffle (though you had a sneaking suspicion it had more to do with the fact that every staff member at the school was practically up his ass and gave him whatever he wanted). Pulling the blinder down and sliding open the attached mirror, he examined his reflection for an unsettlingly long period of time before turning to you.

“Do you mind, like, not speaking to me when we get out of the car?”

You let out a huff as you stormed outside, swinging your backpack over your shoulders with exaggerated motions that you hoped were noticeable. Then, still not entirely satisfied, you flipped him the middle finger. From the driver’s seat, still entirely calm and composed, he laughed.

God, you hated him.

iii.

How you’d wound up getting a date with one of Michael’s fuckboy friends was beyond you.

You’d been stranded at school, because of course Michael had ditched you after you’d made him wait all of thirty seconds after the final bell sounded. Next thing you knew, a boy, whom you recognized as one of Michael’s friends, approached you as you wandered aimlessly by the front of the school- you’d exchanged the expected pleasantries (oh, you’re Michael’s sister, right? he’d asked, even though it wasn’t even a question, considering he was at your house almost every weekend) before he’d offered you a ride home, which you’d accepted perhaps against your better judgement.

On the drive home you’d made surprisingly easy conversation, and when he finally pulled up in front of your house, he stopped you before you got out of the car.

“I’d love to take you out sometime,” he’d said sweetly. “How about this weekend?”

Apprehensive as you were, you realized what a prime opportunity this would be to get Michael back. Also, he was pretty damn cute, with prominent dimples and curly brown hair and tanned skin. So you’d accepted the offer, and subsequently arranged for him to pick you up at 8:00 that Friday.

You couldn’t wait for Michael to find out.

iv.

“So how was school?” asked Miriam, shoveling a pile of mashed potatoes onto her plate with an unnaturally friendly grin plastered across her face. You always dreaded family dinners- the forced conversation, the fact that you had to pretend to get along with Michael, the awkward periods of silence as everyone quietly chewed on their food. To you, it was a nightmare, but your father insisted on having “quality family time” every night of the week, and so everyone was expected to be around the kitchen table at 6:00 sharp, no exceptions.

Even Michael wasn’t able to get out of the dinners; he’d attempted every excuse in the book, but your father had refused to let up. Tonight Michael had claimed that he had plans to study at the library- an obvious lie, even to your father, who truly thought Michael was some kind of golden boy; you’d reveled in the dejected look on his face as he’d grudgingly sat down across from you, unable to get his way for once in his charmed life.

“Fine,” you and Michael said in unison, responding to Miriam’s question.

“You kids always say that,” said your father. “Did anything interesting happen? Come on, there has to be more than one word to describe how your day went!”

“Well,” you said slowly, glancing up to see if Michael was paying attention; it didn’t appear that he was, his head resting in the palm of his hand, elbow settled on the edge of the table as he twirled and un-twirled his spaghetti on the end of his fork. You decided to proceed anyway. “I actually got asked out on a date.”

Michael’s head shot up to look at you, eyes wide. “No way. By who?”

You scowled at him. “None of your business.”

“It’s one of my friends, isn’t it?” He seemed pissed, perhaps a bit more pissed than you’d expected, and you were curious as to why he even cared so much.

“Maybe,” you said coyly, taking a sip of water. This was even more satisfying than you thought it would be, getting under his skin, and you made a mental note to try and piss him off more often.

“A date?” your father said, eyebrows furrowed in a stern expression. You weren’t exactly the most popular with boys, and so he wasn’t yet used to the prospect of his baby girl being taken out.

“Mhm,” you said, meeting your gaze with Michael’s and flashing him a barely-detectable wink. Goddamn, did it feel good to finally have the upper hand.

“Well, that’s exciting,” said Miriam. “He’s a very lucky guy.”

Michael still appeared to be beside himself. “Which friend was it? Was it Jacob? Matthew? Chris?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious,” he said, balling his fists up on either side of his plate so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Okay, what the hell was his problem?

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to run around with my friends as much as you want, but if I wanna have fun and go out with one of your friends, it’s not allowed? Grow up, dickhead.”

“Language,” scolded your father. You ignored him.

Michael’s nostrils flared, and for a fleeting second, you almost thought he looked cute, all riled up and angry like this. The second the thought crossed your mind, you shuddered, willing it away as quickly as it had come.

“This is different,” said Michael, giving you a pointed look that said, you know what I’m talking about but I can’t say it right now because our parents are sitting right here.

Still, you weren’t actually sure you did know what he was talking about.

“No, it’s not. You’re just mad that someone’s finally giving you a taste of your own medicine,” you spat, abruptly jumping to your feet and picking up your half-full plate of food. “I have homework to do,” you said to your father, not giving him a chance to protest as you hurried over to the sink and dropped your plate in.

/

You’d just gotten settled on your bed when Michael barged into your room, startling you as he burst through the door without warning.

“You know he’s gonna try and fuck you, right?” was the first thing he said, somewhat smug as he leant against the doorframe to look at you.

“You don’t even know who I’m going out with,” you said as dismissively as you could manage, barely looking up from the Youtube video you were watching.

“If it’s one of my friends, he’s gonna try to fuck you, believe me.” He waited for you to react, and when you didn’t, he let out a condescending snort. “Have fun explaining to him that you’re a big fucking virgin.”

This caught your attention, and you averted your eyes up to your stepbrother, his hair just starting to fall from its hold, soft curls clinging to his forehead and neck. He looked so much more innocent like this- sweet, even, dressed in his plaid flannel sleep pants and plain white t-shirt rather than his usual all-black ensemble. He had one toned arm hooked in front of his chest, long fingers wrapped around the bicep of his opposite arm, his muscles rippling slightly with each movement of his upper body. You licked your lips, mouth suddenly going dry.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you asked him sincerely, as if he might decide to drop his act and actually explain to you what was upsetting him.

“I don’t have a problem. You know, excuse me for looking out for my little sister.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pajama bottoms for added emphasis, slumping his shoulders dramatically.

At this, you laughed, full and genuine. What a load of shit.

“First of all, Michael, I’m a month younger than you. And second of all, we both know you don’t give a fuck about me. So cut the shit.”

He sneered. “Whatever. I hope you like getting fucked and dumped.”

With that, he turned on his heels, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway and leaving you alone and, quite frankly, confused.

v.

You were in the midst of straightening your hair on Friday night when someone began pounding urgently on the bathroom door. You didn’t have to see the person on the other side, though, to know exactly who it was.

“What do you want, Michael?” You eased the iron down on a chunk of your hair, taking extra precaution not to accidentally burn yourself.

“You’ve been in there long enough,” he said, voice muffled by the barrier of the door. “I need to shower.”

“You showered this morning, dumbass,” you said, setting down the straightener for a moment to apply some eyeliner along the band of your upper eyelashes. You weren’t exactly well-versed in the art of makeup, but considering tonight was the night of your first real date, you’d decided to do some experimenting with the little makeup you owned.

“I have to pee,” he pressed on. You had been in the bathroom for a long time, enjoying yourself as you got ready and listened to music in only your underwear, but in all honesty you were having fun pissing Michael off.

“Too bad.” You brushed some light pink blush onto your cheeks, leveling your head back and forth in the mirror to make sure it wasn’t too much.

There was a scraping noise as the door swung open- that lock had always been faulty. Your arms flew up to your nearly-exposed chest, and your face bloomed deep red as Michael’s pale eyes dropped downwards towards the smooth expanse of your chest. His mouth fell agape before he shut it again, taking a step back, and you could’ve sworn that he, too, was blushing. Or at least it looked that way. It could be the crappy bathroom lighting, you supposed.

He quickly composed himself, poising an eyebrow at you.

“You own a matching bra and underwear set?” he mused.

You shifted, wishing he would just fuck off already, all at once feeling very insecure in your pale pink set that you’d purchased on sale at Victoria’s Secret a few days before. It was your first ever “nice” set of lingerie, and even though you weren’t necessarily planning for anything sexual to happen on your date, you’d thought that tonight would be the perfect occasion to wear it.

“Uh, yeah?” you said, hoping you came off as nonchalant as possible.

“Did you buy that just for tonight?” he asked you with a mocking twinge to his voice, eyes flashing venomously. Your skin prickled in embarrassment, and you looked away.

“No,” you said, picking up the hair straighter again and clamping it around another section of your hair.

“Aww, is tonight the night? Finally getting rid of that v-card?” You focused on your reflection, knowing that the cocky expression no doubt plastered across his face would only serve in making your blood boil.

“Will you just fuck off?” You shoved his firm chest with your free hand, hardly stirring him at all. He snickered, lips twitching at your attempt at being assertive.

“Have fun tonight,” he said in a singsong tone. “But just don’t expect some kind of amazing romantic experience. He’ll probably never call you again once he blows his load inside you.”

Before you could retaliate, he slammed the door shut, and you could hear him laughing to himself as he retreated to his bedroom down the hall. You could still smell his cologne, lingering in the air, even once he was gone.

All at once, a pit formed in your stomach.

vi.

The date was fine, until it wasn’t anymore.

Michael’s friend had arrived at 8:00 on the dot, wasting no time before he began showering you with compliments- he’d remarked that you smelled amazing, making a point to bring his face close to your neck and inhale deeply, which you’d giggled in response to. He’d gushed over how well your maroon sweater flattered your skin tone, eyes just barely ghosting over your cleavage.

First he’d taken you to a diner. Nothing fancy, but you still appreciated the gesture all the same. Over pancakes you’d discussed your plans for after high school, among other things, and you’d been pleased to find how well you both got along.

After dinner was when things had gone downhill. Instead of driving to the local bowling alley, like he’d told you he would, you’d both somehow ended up on the other side of town, parked outside of an abandoned supermarket.

Here we fucking go, you thought to yourself as he shut off the car and stared at you expectantly.

“So,” he said lowly, leaning in towards you while one hand slipped down the side of your seat, pushing down the lever to recline the back. “What do you wanna do now?”

“I thought we were going bowling,” you deadpanned. Perhaps you might have considered doing something sexual with the boy, had he not pulled some shit like this, but now there wasn’t a fucking chance.

“Mmm,” he said, and you cringed at his attempt at sounding sexy as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. “I think I know a different game we can play.”

You lifted your shoulders up, the suddenness of your motions jerking his head back. “I think you need to take me home.”

He knit his brows, face falling, as he sat upright again. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Very much so,” you retorted, folding your arms in front of you.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

“And you’re a colossal fucking douchebag.”

You hated that Michael had been right about something, and you most certainly weren’t looking forward to explaining what had happened when you arrived home. You felt stupid, naive, but knew you had nobody to blame but yourself. Your heart sank- there was no way Michael would ever let you live this down.

The drive home was completely silent, and the boy didn’t wait for you to get inside before he sped off into the night. Not that you’d expected him to, after he’d revealed himself to be such a complete and utter fuckboy.

It was barely 9:30 when you arrived through the front door, trying your best to make as little noise as possible so as not to alert anyone of your arrival. The second you’d shut the door behind you, the first tear fell- you hadn’t even realized you were on the verge of crying, but now tears were flowing freely down your cheeks. You wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve, inadvertently staining the fabric with eyeliner, and you let out a second choked sob at the sight.

You reached down to take off your boots, creeping up the stairs with as much stealth as you could muster. The last thing you wanted right now was for Michael to approach you, especially not while you were vulnerable like this.

Sniffling gently, you padded across the wood flooring to your bedroom, gritting your teeth in concentration as you tiptoed past Michael’s room. Your fingers had just barely brushed your doorknob, however, when you heard Michael’s voice behind you.

“Back already?”

You nearly had a heart attack right then, crying out when his voice cut brashly through the silence. You whipped around, no longer worried about preserving your pride, tear-filled eyes squinted in frustration.

“Yep, I’m back. And before you ask, yes, you were right. He was a fucking asshole. Go ahead and laugh, I don’t give a shit.”

He seemed surprised, the amused look on his face faltering ever-so-slightly. “Told you so.”

He tilted his head, leaning his weight onto his shoulder which rested against the doorframe. It appeared like he wanted to say something else, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“You know, uh, you might feel better if you smoked some weed.” He pointed over his shoulder into his room. For a moment, you were speechless. Was he—inviting you to hang out with him? “I have some good shit. If you wanna smoke some with me.”

You blinked in disbelief. Was this some sort of sick joke? Something about the way he looked at you, though, told you that he was being serious. Giving him a weak half-smile, you patted away the remainder of your tears with the edge of your sleeve.

“You know what? I think I will.”

vii.

Lying on your back, you watched Michael’s color lamp fade from color to color with bated breath, entranced with the hazy display. The world was so much more beautiful like this, you thought, vision blurred around the edges with a soft glow.

You’d never been high before, but after taking one hit from Michael’s bong (and getting laughed at for coughing so hard), you were gone. Michael was just as stoned as you were, his bloodshot eyes drooping at the corners, lying next to you with his hands folded over his chest.

It was probably the first time the two of you had ever gotten along. You’d talked for what felt like hours- about what, you could hardly remember, but your stomach muscles ached from how hard you’d been laughing all night. Maybe Michael isn’t such a dick, after all, you’d thought in passing.

You turned your head over to Michael, whose porcelain skin was bright pink from the light of the color lamp, and without thinking you reached out and touched his cheek.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile, full lips curving upwards on one side, voice raspy and thick.

“Your face is pink.”

“So’s yours.”

You both stared at each other before erupting into hysterics, and then, out of nowhere, Michael’s lips were planted hard against yours. It happened so unexpectedly that it took you a moment to register what had happened, but your lips had already begun to move fluidly against his before the thought processed in your mind.

You whimpered, grasping at the front of his t-shirt and twisting the fabric in your palms, his tongue sliding past your teeth and into your mouth. You could taste his favorite cinnamon gum, the flavor melding seamlessly with that of stale cigarettes, and your breath hitched as he rolled on top of you, propping himself up with his arms on either side of you.

You panted breathlessly beneath him, lifting your hand to the back of his neck and pulling him back down towards you. You craned your neck to meet your lips with his again, your teeth clashing noisily as he deepened the kiss. When he pulled away, a silvery string of spit stretched between your mouths.

What the fuck was happening?

“I knew it,” he mumbled against your jaw, sending vibrations through your body and straight to your cunt.

“Knew what?” You writhed as his torso pushed against yours, feeling the hard protrusion in the front of his flannel pants against your thigh.

“That you’re a virgin. You can’t even kiss properly.”

You gaped at him, heart racing when he brought one hand to wander underneath your sweater, gripping your right breast roughly. You mewled at the possessiveness of his touch, sinking your teeth into your lower lip, and he smirked.

“So sensitive,” he remarked. He pulled down the cups of your bra and tweaked your nipple before massaging it roughly with his thumb, earning him a breathy moan from the back of your throat. “Mm, you like having your big brother touch you, baby?”

You nodded fervently, the ache of your cunt intensifying now, his head moving to the crook of your neck to plant sloppy kisses along your throat. “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? What you touch yourself thinking about, late at night when you think nobody can hear you.”

Your eyes widened, gasping slightly when he attached his lips to your neck and began sucking a bruise onto the tender stretch of skin. He brought his hand out from under your shirt, running his fingertips along your bottom lip, and obediently you opened up for him.

He slid two of his fingers into your mouth and over your warm tongue, pressing down as he gathered your saliva on the calloused skin. He bit down slightly on your neck before swiping his tongue over the freshly-formed hickey, relieving you of the small bit of pain he’d caused.

“M-michael,” you whined, once he’d pulled his fingers from your mouth. He shifted himself so he was resting on his side beside you, bringing his wet fingers down to your pelvis and undoing the button of your jeans.

“You want your big bro to make you cum on his fingers? Hm?”

The vulgarity of your words sent a fresh wave of arousal between your thighs, and you groaned.

“Hm?” he repeated, moving his hand from the waistband of your jeans to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“God, yes,” you breathed. At this point, you were too far gone to think about how goddamn wrong this was. You’d never felt this way before, never been so turned on, and there was nothing in the world that could make you want to stop now.

He exhaled sharply in what sounded like a slight chuckle, and he returned his hand to the zipper of your jeans, pulling it down and shoving his hand into your underwear in one swift motion. You melted at the feeling of his damp fingers moving down the smooth layer of hair along your pubic bone, forming small circles over your clit once he reached it.

“Fuck-“ you exclaimed; all his experience with girls must’ve really paid off, because he knew what he was doing- carefully he pulled back your hood, exposing your pulsing clit, and with his middle finger he tapped lazy patterns on the bud.

Your stomach clenched as he dragged his fingers along your slit, spreading the abundant wetness there and sending shivers down your spine. Parting your lips, he pressed one finger to your entrance experimentally, kissing your shoulder almost comfortingly as he eased it inside.

“So fucking tight,” he rasped, sinking his finger further inside you with a lewd squelching sound. It was your first time being penetrated, and it burned as you felt your walls being stretched out, but within seconds the discomfort was overtaken with pleasure. “My little sis is so wet for me.”

He began pumping in and out steadily, your hips rocking against his hand instinctively, and it wasn’t long before he added a second finger; your jaw unhinged at the intrusion, your thighs spreading further to welcome him inside.

“Michael,” you moaned, eyes rolling back when he quickened his pace, repositioning himself so he could thumb your clit with his free hand. He tilted his head up, biting your swollen lower lip and pulling it towards him, toying with your clit so intensely that it was almost too much.

“You wanna cum, baby?” His hot breath warmed your cheek and desperately you bobbed your head up and down.

He slipped his hand out from between your legs, resulting in a disappointed groan passing your lips. Taking hold of the denim material clinging to your hips, he worked down your jeans and tugged them off, leaving you in only the pale pink lacy thong he’d seen you in earlier.

It was crazy, really, how drastically things had changed in a matter of a few hours.

He crawled down the bed and nestled himself between your legs, spreading them once he’d removed the thin scrap of fabric that was your underwear. You were overtaken with goosebumps as the air hit your throbbing core, his lips brushing teasingly over your inner thighs. You bucked your hips up and he snickered, pushing your pelvis back down on the mattress with one hand.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” he purred.

You would’ve shot him a look of distaste, had you not been so worked up.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue up your slit, your hand immediately flying down to tightly grasp at his mess of curls. He glanced up at you from underneath his eyelashes, eyes heavy-lidded from both lust and the THC in his system.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he said, swirling his tongue over your sensitive clit. You twitched, tugging at the root of his hair perhaps a bit too hard, grinding your hips up against his face. Latching his lips around your bundle of nerves, he sucked ruthlessly, sliding two fingers past your entrance for a second time and thrusting them deep.

“That’s it, cum for your big brother.” His words reverberated against your cunt and you cried out, threading his soft hair between your fingers.

He applied even more suction to your clit, turning his fingers inside you and curling them expertly to brush against your spongey inner walls.

It didn’t take much more of this for you to cum, the coil in your stomach snapping without warning. You cried out in ecstasy, your narrow walls tightening around his slender fingers, abdomen tightening as your orgasm flooded throughout your trembling body.

He didn’t stop until you fell back limply into his pillows, chest rising and falling and eyelids fluttering. Finally he pulled away, wiping your juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, a devious grin situated across his lips.

“And to think, all this time I thought you hated me.”

All you could do was roll your eyes.

[zukofenty]

FWU

➜ Summary: The one where Katara (is sure) she's in love with the campus drug dealer. 

“Sokka, I swear! He’s not a drug dealer...he’s just an unlicensed pharmacist!” 

➜ Genre: Modern!AU, humor, DrugDealer!Zuko

➜ Words: 2.5k 

➜ Warnings: I will fight Katara for DrugDealer!Zuko 😩

AO3 

“We got the goods!” Katara squeals, throwing down flour, sugar, chocolate chips, and a sack of marijuana. 

Suki picks it up, sniffing the plastic bag. “This shit is loud and clear.” Her smile is dangerously devious. “Thanks, Zuko! This is going to be the best 4/20 ever!” Suki immediately begins to grab the proffered ingredients, shuffling them to the kitchen. She’s already taking some of the buds and putting them on a tray to prep in the oven. “Who knew fingering a drug dealer’s asshole would come in handy?” 

  Zuko immediately turns beet red. “Why do you keep telling people that happened?” Katara slaps Suki upside the head. 

  “Because I like seeing the two of you squirm, sue me!” Suki admits, shrugging her shoulders and dodging Toph’s slap to her ass. 

  Katara collapses on her futon, positively spent after spending the day helping Zuko drop off sacks for his clients, while buying all the ingredients they needed for baking edibles to celebrate the holiday.

  // 

  “Zuko, what the fuck are you doing!” Katara screams, almost losing grip of the wheel. 

  “How about you make sure your fucking Prius doesn’t eat shit?” Zuko screeches, coming back to his seat after sticking his entire body out the hybrid car. 

  Katara smacks her forehead. The pain where she hit is almost as bad as the frustration she feels. “This is the exact fucking reason I never get Chipotle with you!” She sees the car that was formerly beside her pulled over at the side of the freeway, the driver clearly angry with how hard he was pounding the pavement with his fist. His entire body is covered in Zuko’s half chicken half barbacoa burrito bowl. 

  “I’m not going to lie, that was impressive. The NFL’s vag must be positively pulsating,” Katara deadpans, rubbing at her temples to relieve the pressure from forming. Sokka always said her road rage was the worst he’s ever seen, but alas her shouting and occasionally flipping people off could never compare to Zuko’s hotheadedness. Her gut feeling about grabbing an extra bowl paid off, much to her dismay. This was not a rare occurrence. “How did you manage to throw your entire bowl through the crack of his window?” 

  “Well, the NFL can go eat a dick!” Zuko says, wiping his hands on a Chipotle napkin before taking a sip from his water cup filled to the brim with their lemonade. “And the shit dick had it coming.” He did, Zuko swears. It’s completely his fault for not only playing Michael Buble as loud as his Honda Accord was capable of, but also refusing to use his turn signal, and then screaming “fuck you, pussy hoe!” when Katara honked at him. That bitch. 

  “Right. Anyways, I’m recalling a conversation we had I think...yes! Two days ago. You’re still thinking about going to therapy, right? You’re moving on from your designated therapy toad?” 

  Zuko fully turns to face Katara. He accidentally bumps his head on the roof, and proceeds to smack it. “First of all, what makes you say that? Second of all, you know Frank has a name!” 

  “Not your anger issues, of course.” She doesn’t miss his eye roll. “Also, when you gave me your phone so I could text your uncle that you were going to pick him up, I went through your Youtube search history. Because I care. You deserve better than boxed hair dye tutorials, Zuko. I know you can do better.” At the red light, she grabs Zuko’s shoulder in an almost caring manner. He slaps her tiny hand away. 

  //

  Zuko was certain he was spending this 4/20 positively baked , so while he waited for everyone to wash their hands so they could whip up his favorite Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies edibles (with a gooey marshmallow middle), he took out his grinder from his hoodie’s pocket. 

  He grabs at the Sailor Moon bong he bought Katara for the one month anniversary of the time she saved him from being beaten to death by a group of frat brothers. She didn’t nearly like using marijuana as much her friends did, insisting on her maintaining her brain and lung health. She’d never admit to enjoying the cannabliss that came with huffing and puffing out some Mary Jane, but Zuko knows her sleepy smile after taking a hit lets her sleep just the slightest bit better. 

  Especially now that she’s working nonstop to pay off her tuition this semester. While Sokka was efficiently loaded, his record label was going through a rough patch after a scandal with one of their artists. Apparently, having viral toe sucking videos reflected badly on you as a person, and a number of investors pulled out after the news broke. Sokka was dipping into emergency savings, about to sell the Bugatti, but Katara insisted on taking on a few part time jobs. It breaks Zuko’s heart when he’s the first one to come home to her apartment, even after doing his runs for the night. She’s always blearly, insisting on taking a “quick nap” before she takes off her makeup. He likes feeling useful, when she instantly falls asleep and he’s the one using Micellar Water and a cotton pad to rub off her stubborn mascara of the day. 

  “I will literally curb stomp the Dean for you,” Zuko tells her, the fire behind his words that makes Katara doubt it was a passing joke. 

  “Zuko. No.” 

  He remembers being woken up in the middle of the night, Katara whispering into her phone. He invested in the Sailor Moon pipe after he found out she could only sleep a few hours, before being woken up abruptly from the stress weighing on her mind (her dark circles betrayed her).  “I started seeing someone,” Katara mutters, checking over her shoulder to see if Zuko was still sound asleep. She started wincing at the palpable silence that followed. 

  “As in dating or hallucinations?” Sokka questions, much too loud for her taste. 

  She sighs. “Don’t get like this! He’s a good guy, I promise. His name’s Zuko.” She hears shuffling on the other side of the line, after the prominent thunk of the phone dropping. “Why does that name sound so familiar? And so colonizer-like…” His voice is filled with suspicion, and she could almost see the cogs in his brain whirring to life. Before she could utter another word, her brother abruptly yelps. “Isn’t he the drug dealer who got beat up on campus?” 

  Katara sucks in a breath. “How do you know about that?” 

  “I read the Campus Crime Alert emails the school sends out, idiot! For such an expensive school, you would think they would have better security and less laptop snatchings. By the way, we need to buy you a laptop lock. You still have that self defense knife I sent you?” Sokka angrily whispers in the phone, mocking Katara’s quiet tone. 

  “Yes, dad !” She hears his irate protests as she flips her body to face Zuko. He looks a few years younger when he sleeps, breathing even and face forgetting the patented scowl. His bare chest and sweatpants hanging low on his hips were enticing. His hair was almost perfectly positioned, the strands messy and unruly but just screamed Zuko . The dangly cross earring doing too much to her heart. Down girl, down! Katara tells her pussy. “Sokka, I swear! He’s not a drug dealer...he’s just an unlicensed pharmacist!” 

  “I have the email right here! Right here! And tell me what about ‘student being violently attacked due to drug related incidents ’ doesn’t scream drug dealer getting beat up for drug dealing !” Katara bites down on her tongue, whether to hold back a laugh or scream she wasn’t completely sure. 

  Suki takes a hit from her Hello Kitty dab pen, a white, bedazzled one that Zuko had gotten her. Toph and Katara also had matching Hello Kitty dab pens, in green and blue respectively. She thinks Zuko has one in red, too. She added a second layer of soy lecithin to the weed infused mixture, before popping it in the oven again for another 30 mins. 

  In the meantime, Katara was preparing the ingredients for the cookies. Zuko’s laying on the ground, narrowly missing the futon, eyes glazed over. He hasn’t moved in the past twenty minutes. “Katara, that isn’t the hand mixer, that’s your vibrator .” Suko gently chastises, moving the device from her lax hands. Katara always complained her hands were numb when she was high, and once dropped a mug from their balcony after they packed a bowl together for the first time. Suki is still bitter. It was her favorite Gudetama mug. 

  After freezing the mixture for two hours, Suki, Toph, and Zuko were hard at work, mixing ingredients, and preparing to get fucked up. A few people have stopped by the apartment to exchange plastic bags for cash. 

  “Are you turning Katara’s apartment into a dispensary? ” Toph is absolutely incredulous. 

  “That’s a loaded question with an answer very much open to interpretation…” Zuko ducks the house slipper Toph propels to his face.  

  Katara has a dumb smile on her face, wide and threatening to split her head open. She’s an avid texter when she’s baked.  

 **

Katara: What are you doing right now? Come over! Zuko’s got apology weed for you <3

  Jet: I’m at McDonald’s!! Kinda of high lol 

  Katara: Ooo you got the munchies? 

  Jet: Nah 

  Katara: how come? 

  Jet: I smoke meth lmaoooo

**

  “Who are you texting?” Zuko asks, plopping next to her spot on the floor. She’s sprawled out, hair every which way and tangling into already unruly knots he’s going to have to detangle in the morning for her. Because Katara’s a lightweight, and suffers from weed hangovers regularly. Zuko’s already recovered from his many hits at the Moon Stick pipe. 

  “Did you know Jet smokes meth?” 

  Zuko rolls his eyes, curling up and trapping Katara with his outstretched embrace. “I really thought he would like my I’m sorry weed.” 

  “Me too.” He kisses the pout off of her.  

  Katara steadily crawls up (Zuko doesn’t miss her sleep shorts riding up) and tries her best to help Toph mix the marshmallow and Cinnamon Toast crunch mixture being heated up in their big pot they stole from Katara’s neighbor. 

  When Katara grabs the hand mixer to try assisting the cookie batter, Zuko knew he had to intervene lest something explodes. She smiles when he surrounds her with his body, the warm weight of his chest against her back and his hand wrapping around hers on the mixing device. 

  He loves her, he’s sure. Even while they roll the cookies together she tries to be funny (when she clearly knows she isn’t) and throws the dough at him, and it lands in his hair. He’s sure she peed herself with how hard she was laughing and scrambling to find the bathroom when her eyes could barely open. 

  Zuko shuts down his phone when the sweet scent of the pastries flood his nostrils. Even if 4/20 is like his version of Christmas, he’s determined to spend it with his girl. “I think my pussy just gave out. That shit looks dank ,” Katara squeals, shaking Toph by the shoulders to emphasize her point. 

  “Thanks for the visual,” Toph says, looking devious and wholly prepared to get stoned. 

  //

  “I could beat his ass if I needed to,” Katara loudly whispers in Suki’s ear. At this point, they were all laying down on the floor, the familiar tingle of an impending high at the forefront of their minds. 

  “Katara, you’re staring at a poster of 11 year old Frankie Muniz.” Suki shakes the girl off her. “Why do you always say that about any guy you see, sober or not?” 

  Zuko’s the most sober of them all, but based on the fact he killed a few joints on his own, he thinks he’s about to die. Toph’s on the balcony, weary of the smoke detector. She comes back in after repeatedly coughing, pounding at her chest to lessen the pain. She promptly lays on the floor with the rest of them, stupidly smiling. 

  Zuko sits, leaning on the futon for support. He pulls Katara into his lap, and she’s pliant, immediately melting in his hold. Hands coming out to wrap around his neck. “Check your school portal,” he says into her ear. She laughs at the sensation. 

  “Why?” She’s breathless, when he rubs comforting circles into her back. Zuko finds her phone, thrown carelessly on the futon, before gingerly handing it to her. After she types in the login information, she gasps, the sound reverberating through the room. Zuko blushes, and rubs the back of his neck gingerly. 

  “Happy 4/20, baby,” he presses a sweet kiss to her hair, wiping away the pricks of tears appearing at her eyes. 

  “ You’re lying !” She couldn’t believe her eyes, and thinks she’s a little dizzy from how many times she zooms in and out of the tuition financial statement. “You’re fucking lying!” The bill, formerly with a nauseating number of zeros was now only $0.00. “How?” she splutters, even spitting in her haste. 

  “Toph knew your portal login, so I just kind of...paid it off?” He’s doing the thing where he’s rubbing at his neck and looking shy, and so so positively adorable . The sheepish look he gives her makes it known that she was screwed . So absolutely in love. “I want you to not worry about it. Save the money from your job for something else.” The kiss she slams against his lips nearly knocks his breath away. 

  //

  “So what’s your plan, after paying all this off?” Zuko remembered Toph asking, after she entered Katara's password. 

  “After this, she’s catching all this ball juice. Going to suck her eggs out her ovaries like it’s boba. I’ll even use the straw and everything,” Zuko says, entering the pin of his debit card. 

  “You know what. She should have let you die that night.” 

  //

  “Who knew there would be perks to dating a drug dealer?” Toph teases.  “Girls be so single and then boom ! Baby shower pictures with some drug dealer in a Burberry shirt and Nike Air Maxes.”

  Suki groans. “Toph, I swear. You are a hindrance to society.” 

  “Well, you’re a cunt!” 

  She shoves the smaller girl. She gets up to face Katara, still staring at her phone in shock. Her hair is a bird’s nest after growing two sizes two large and painfully matted.  “You know, we thought we were bad friends for letting you date a drug dealer with mommy and daddy issues. We just sat there and prayed that our ‘we’re so happy for you guys!’ was convincing. But, I kind of like him.” 

  “Thanks for the support,” Zuko grumbles. 

  “Anytime!” The two say, perfectly synchronized.

  “Like MJ doctor, they killing me,” Zuko sighs, dropping his head in the crook of her neck, defeated. Katara’s heart nearly bursts because he’s so cute . A big bad drug dealer, but she still was squeezing at his cheeks like they were mochi, and he was dumbly smiling back. 

  “Why do you always quote Nicki Minaj lyrics when you’re high?” She thinks she can’t feel her face, the excessive smiling numbing her features. 

  He’s bombed, stomach growling from getting the munchies and devouring an entire box of Suki’s Wheat Thins cereal and he thinks he feels his heart about to explode. Whether it’s Katara’s sweet, sweet smile, or her body pressing to his, he’s not sure. She’s soft and perfect and everything he could have asked for. He’s sure he’s in love, the type of love that was dangerous and stupid and promised to consume him whole. Yet, he’s all but offered his heart on a silver platter to Katara. Her presence in his life was a constant he was willing to fight to keep. 

  “I love you,” he mumbles against her lips.

  “I know.” She stares into his eyes, before grabbing his hand. “I love you more.” 

  “Impossible.” 

  She pokes his chest in protest. 

  “Say it again, please?” Zuko begs, voice whiny. Her kiss was an adequate confirmation of the sentiment.  

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drugs 101  :  marijuana

below the readmore is compiled information about marijuana. while i don’t consider it a drug, some people do and it is incorrectly portrayed a lot on roleplay. so, below is some information about the prices, variations, how it feels, and more. this is explained from personal experience; while some people may have slightly different experiences, it is generally all about the same. this took a lot of time to type out so please give this a like if you found it remotely helpful or i'll assume no one wants any others posted for other drugs. 

! PSA !  this post is in no way saying to do the above listed drug.

pricing. 

the price varies depending on your location. some places overcharge because the supply is lower, while some places or legal places are more mandated. the key difference in some pricing is the quality of marijuana. while you could get ‘mid’, it’s not the best strains and to me is not worth it; my friend gets hers for $30 for 8 grams. however, good weed ( the kind i’d hope you’d rp your characters with ), it’s usually $10/gram. if you’re in a bad location with low supply, you could pay up to $25-30/gram. below i will explain how much a gram stretches for each way you can get high from marijuana. 

strains & effects.

what is important to know is that there are different strains of marijuana. each strain has slightly different effects ( both positive and negative ). while you don’t need to know specific strains to write it, you could if you wanted to and a good website for strains knowledge is leafly. the key to know is the three basic categories of strains and what they tend to make you feel. 

indica — couch potato. this is the one people typically think of when they think of marijuana. you tend to get the munchies heavily and you just want to relax and be chill.  sativa — energy. these strains typically put you in a social mood, you’re more likely to dance around and laugh. most of these strains don’t really give you the munchies.  hybrid — as expected, it is a combination of an indica and sativa. most have a dominance, so they will be more sativa than indica or vice versa. 

while each strain gives you slightly different effects, i’d explain the high simply by saying:

your head feels a bit lighter in the sense that you tend to not focus on anything for too long; this keeps you from getting into low points mentally. your body feels tingly; some strains makes you feel like it’s tingling on the outside while some strains make you feel like the inside of your body is tingling. no matter the strain, you typically laugh more than usual. personally, i rarely want to watch serious things while i’m high because it’s hard to focus on all the details, so most stoners end up watching things that don’t need full attention; like rick & morty, southpark, youtube videos, etc. 

please stop saying your character is hallucinating on marijuana; they aren’t. each method of getting high on marijuana gives different levels of high, usually, but even with a dab, you are not hallucinating. 

side note of importance; marijuana is a drug that the high heavily depends on the environment you’re in. different environments can give you different experiences even if it’s the same strain and method of getting high. you can have a depressed high, an angry high, a paranoid high, etc. while different strains give different negative side effects, if you’re around a mean/paranoid/etc someone or simply a bad environment, the high can have more negatives than positives. 

before i dive-in, i want to discuss how some people attempt to hide/conceal the smell of marijuana when they are smoking. there are some little containers that you blow the smoke into that it says it cleans it to rid the smell, but i have never tried those to know for sure. most people i know will get a toilet paper roll, have a drier sheet tied to cover one end of the roll, and then they will blow into the roll. another way, if you live alone like i do, if you know people are going to come around and you can’t have the smell, you can put a tsp-tbsp of vanilla extract in a small oven-safe bowl. put this into the oven or toaster oven; turn it on a low level for a while. your entire house will smell like a bakery.

ways to get high off marijuana: 

smoking through a homemade pipe/bong. 

yes, you read correctly. while in a bind, people often will resort to a homemade pipe or bong. i find this is most commonly used by young teenagers, so i won’t go too deep into details about how to make the pipes. if you want to know the specifics because your character is making one, you can google it. however, some things that people turn into pipes are apples, pens, toilet paper rolls, paper towel rolls, water bottles, tic tac containers, soda cans, etc. if you can imagine it, someone has already tried to turn it into a pipe or bong.

smoking through a store-bought pipe.

store-bought pipes can be found in smoke shops, some gas stations and online ( smoke shop websites, amazon, etsy, etc ). the prices vary depending on the size and the place you buy it. smoke shops tend to be pricier, as well as etsy. 

the size of a pipe changes how much weed it takes to pack a bowl. my favorite pipe has a decently deep bowl; i usually pack in 0.4 grams per bowl, though you could pack up to 0.6 grams into the bowl i have. typically, most pipes tend to hold between 0.2 grams to 1 gram in the bowl; though that’s not always the case. 

for example, one-hitters are a thing. just as it sounds, it’s good for 1-2 hits from it before it needs to be emptied and repacked. if you’re wondering the point of a one-hitter, i’ll answer that right now for you. one-hitters are different shapes and styles, but my favorites are the ones that look like cigarettes. this would allow you to walk around in uncrowded streets smoking from it, or smoking it in the car without anyone noticing ( i’m not saying you should smoke while driving but if you did, or if you were just a passenger ).

process of packing a bowl :

1. ensure that the bowl of the pipe is emptied and clean. ( how often you clean your pipe is up to you. you can use pipe cleaners to do this, but i find the best way is to let the empty pipe sit in rubbing alcohol for an hour or so before shaking it around in the bag and then rinsing it out with water ).  2. take out the weed you want for the bowl.  3. break it into pieces that will fit in the top section of your grinder.  4. twist the top of the grinder back and forth until all of the weed is grinded into the middle chamber.  5. twist off the first and section chamber to reveal the grinded weed being held within the grinder.  6. pick it up and push it down into the bowl. you don’t need to pack it too tightly but you don’t want it not properly pressed either.  *bonus* if you wanted to add kief to the top of the bowl, you can open the last chamber of the grinder and sprinkle some of the fine powder onto the top. ( kief, keef or keif ) is a fine powder made from dried resin glands that are found on the leaves of the cannabis plant. it contains a high concentration of the psychoactive chemical or thc that causes euphoric feelings or opium-like high that can last for hours.

process of smoking from a bowl : 

1. press your finger over the carb; which is the small hole on the side of the pipe. 2. light the top of the weed within the pipe and suck in. 3. stop the lighter and continue to suck in as you lift your finger off and back on the carb.  4. try to hold the smoke in for a few seconds at least before blowing the smoke out. simple enough! 5. once the top is a gray color on top, use something to mix around the marijuana; you can use a bobby pin or something so that you’re not seeing ash on top before smoking more of it.

you typically begin to feel the high after a couple of hits from the pipe. i don’t usually smoke a bowl at once; i smoke on it throughout time, so i couldn’t tell you exactly how long the high lasts for me but it varies per person. on a normal work day, i get home from work and start smoking around 6pm and go to sleep around 11pm; within this time, i’ll have 1-2 bowls to myself. however, some people smoke much more than that, and some people don’t even smoke daily. 

rolling & smoking a joint.

! PSA ! a joint and blunt are NOT the same thing!!!!!!!! 

a joint is with the thin white rolling papers. you can typically buy packs of these for very cheap; a couple of bucks. if you hit up the daily smoke club, you could get a pack of papers for like a buck. however, you can also get different kinds of papers. you can buy colored ones, or ones with designs, even paper made from gold; some smoke shops have them, different online stores; and i know amazon sells them. 

joints are typically up to the person with how large they are. i’m really not a fan of them, so i never roll them or ask to smoke them ( unless offered ). from everyone i know, typically you’d put anywhere between 0.5 grams to 1.5 grams in a joint; could be bigger but i don’t find that people usually do joints with less than half a gram.

process of rolling a joint without a dollar bill :

1. lay the paper down. 2. grind the weed and sprinkle it down the center of the paper, length wise.  3. begin to roll the paper around the weed in the center.  4. lick the trim on one side and press it down. be careful not to use too much spit or the entire joint will be ruined and the paper will rip.  5. ensure that the ends have some empty space and twist them closed. you can leave one end open if you’re going to smoke it immediately.

process of rolling a joint with a dollar bill :

1. grab your dollar bill and fold it hamburger style. 2. grind the weed and sprinkle it down the center of the crease you just made.  3. begin to rub the ends of the bill together up and down, the weed should begin to roll together.  4. press the paper into the bill, the edge on the side of the weed.  5. continue to slowly roll the ends of the bill together until it begins to wrap around the weed properly.  6. continue to roll until it’s completely rolled. then, use your tongue to run it across the edge of the paper to seal it down. 7. ensure that the ends have some empty space and twist them closed. you can leave one end open if you’re going to smoke it immediately. 

normal joint papers and cones are not the same. you can roll a cone or buy pre-rolled papers. unless you want to learn how to roll cones, i just buy packs of them pre-rolled online and all you have to do is push the weed down into the papers. as it sounds, they are shaped like a cone. 

process of smoking from a joint : 

1. put your lips on the filter. 2. light the end of the joint. 3. every few hits, you’ll have to tap the end against something to get the ash to fall ( ashing it ).

you typically begin to feel the high after a couple of hits from the joint. whenever smoking a joint, they burn quickly so it’s hard to not smoke it all at once. the high typically is stronger than from a pipe and it’ll last a couple of hours before it’s down enough to want more. 

rolling & smoking a blunt.

! PSA ! a joint and blunt are NOT the same thing!!!!!!!!

a blunt is weed wrapped in a tobacco leaf. the most common way of doing this is to buy a cigarillo, empty it out and then fill it with weed before sealing it. you can buy tobacco leafs that are empty, but people typically just go buy the cigarillos and empty them. they are $1/pack of two cigarillos. there is multiple brands and flavors to pick from. the two brands i use the most are game and swishers. games are harder to roll/seal but burn slower and smoother. swishers are much easier to roll/seal but burn a little faster. i typically go for swisher sweets green. 

blunts take up more weed than joints and pipes. it’s the only reason i don’t smoke blunts every day. blunts are usually at least 0.8 grams to 2 grams; some people go much bigger than this, but i don’t really see people doing under 0.8 grams unless they are making the blunt very slim or cutting it to be shorter. 

process of rolling a blunt :

1. drag your tongue across length wise on part of the cigarillo where you’re going to cut ( talented people can use their fingers to find the seal and break it, but i don’t find it that easy to do ).  2. cut length wise down the gar. you can use whatever you want for this. most commonly is a pocket knife. not even going to lie, i use eyebrow scissors a lot to make the line straighter.  3. empty out all of the tobacco.  4. drag your tongue over the inside of the gar. when i say this, i mean you literally have to lick all over the inside of the gar to make it easier to roll.  5. grind up your weed or break it up with your fingers. it’s easier to roll when it’s grinded but it burns slower if it’s broken up with your fingers.  6. slowly begin to roll your fingers back and forth to mold the weed into a roll.  7. to seal it, drag your tongue along the inside of the edge and over the top of it as well. add some pressure to the seal to let it try to hold before officially sealing.

process of smoking a blunt : 

1. put your lips on the end you aren’t going to light. 2. light the end of the blunt.  3. every few hits, you’ll have to ash it or it will fall on you.

you typically begin to feel the high after a couple of hits from a blunt; sometimes even just one if you get a big enough hit. whenever smoking a blunt, you can dab it out and restart it later. most of the time, i’ll smoke about half and then smoke the other half later. the high is more than a joint or pipe and half a blunt will last a couple of hours. overall, smoking wise, blunts are my favorite and give the best high, in my opinion.

smoking from a bong. 

bongs are the one smoking method i know the least about. i only typically use a bong with friends. however, it’s a good high and it’s very quick to get to that point. people use anywhere between 0.3 gram to 1 gram in the bong’s bowl; however, most commonly people use 0.5 gram to 1 gram.

process of packing a bong : 

1. grind up the weed, or some people will just put the nug into the bowl. 2. cover the seal of the top of the bong with your lips. 3. light the marijuana in the bowl and suck in. 4. after a few moments, stop lighting it and lift the bowl out of the bong. 5. suck in as much of the smoke that you can. 6. hold it in for as long as possible for blowing the smoke out. 

bong highs are strong; typically only needing one or two hits to be high. i don’t have a lot of experience with these in particular to tell you how long it lasts. whenever i use them, we will take a few bong hits each and then go inside and relax for an hour or so.

eating an edible.

truly, there could be an entire post just dedicated to edibles. there is so many different kind you can have and make. in a way to condense it, the explanation for making them will only be for brownies and i will explain it very vaguely. you don’t need to know all the very specifics to make them on roleplay. if you want to actually make them, you can look into recipes and things yourself.

there is so many forms of edibles. if it’s edible, it can likely be made into an edible. the most common ones that i know of and have personal experience with are brownies, cookies, gummies and lollipops/hard candy. 

the biggest thing to know is the difference in how it’s presented to you if it’s homemade vs dispensary bought. homemade is going to be given to in with dosing in grams. dispensary bought is going to be given to in with dosing in mgs. it is very easy to be confused when it comes to mgs because not everyone has experience with mgs to know what any of that means. 

mg breakdown 

1 - 2.5 mg — microdosing, some first time users. 2.5 - 15 mg — still a small dose, helps to feel more social; restless sleepers. 15 - 30 mg — more seasoned consumers; experienced users looking to help insomnia. 30 - 50 mg — season consumers, higher tolerance to thc. 50 - 100 mg — experienced thc consumers only; medically for cancer or inflammatory disorders. 

as personal reference, most edibles i’ve experienced are between 50 - 100 mg. i’ve had gummies that were 10 mg per gummy; i had three of those and it only really made me relax and not really feel high. for homemade edibles, they are usually around 0.5 gram to 2 grams per edible. 

edible high is unlike smoking marijuana. it’s much stronger, usually. you get the normal effects of weed, but at heightened levels. it usually takes anywhere between 30 minutes to 2 hours to kick in. from personal experience, edibles are my favorite way to get high with marijuana, but i find it isn’t good for a daily basis. the end of edible highs make you want to sleep for a long time. sometimes you may feel like you’re melting into something you’re sitting on or floating; but it’s still never a crazy enough high where you feel out of control of your body.

my favorite time on an edible is when i went to an aquarium while high on it. i don’t remember almost anything about the aquarium, but i hated aquariums prior to this visit. while there, everything seemed so beautiful to me and it was the most exciting thing i’ve ever done while on an edible to this day. the colors seemed so much brighter and i just remember laughing a lot.

making brownie edibles : 

1. collect the ingredients which are basically just normal brownie ingredients and then you need canna oil.  2. to make canna oil, you just need to take an ounce of ground weed and bake it for around 30 minutes. then, combine the bud with your favorite oil ( olive, coconut, etc ) on the stove on low heat for 6 or more hours.  3. then, you just add the oil into the normal brownie recipe and bake your edibles.  4. cut them into pieces. you want the pieces to be smaller than normal sized brownies, unless you are experienced and you know how much is in that cut of the brownie. it is better to underdose than overdose yourself with edibles. 

having too much of an edible : 

you will think you are dying. i don’t mean that in a fun way. everyone has a slightly different experience with this, but i will give you my personal experience. tw: vomit mention.

the edible was 300 mg and it said to have 1/4 of it for experienced users ( 75 mg ). i had never had mg edibles before so i didn’t really understand and i didn’t read the directions; MISTAKE. — always read your directions on the edible packages if it’s from a dispensary. i ate a little over half of the edible. at first, it was fun. the high kicked in and i felt great. soon, it became too much. lifting my head made me feel lightheaded; my entire body felt tingly and heavy. i felt like i was spinning while i was laying down on my bed. i don’t remember much other than telling my friend i had too much and i thought i was going to die. that’s when the vomiting began. i proceeded to vomit everything out of my system; into my trashcan by my bed because i could not get up from my bed. this continued until the consistency made me think i might actually choke on it because i couldn’t breathe. after vomit everything out, i continued to dry heave for 40 minutes. then, i passed out. i busted multiple blood vessels in my eyes; the whites of my eyes were a deep red and they did not fully go away for a little over a month. however, all the side effects did not go away until almost march; this happened december 8th. the side effects i had were dizzy spells, nausea ( i was taking a nausea medicine around the clock ), some memory lapses and generally feeling exhausted. 

even with this awful experience, i still smoke and i still do edibles. but please ! if you are going to have an edible, be careful with dosing. and if you say your character had a bunch of edibles, know that there is a big negative if you over-do it with edibles. 

as for how long edibles last, it depends on the edible mg and how your body breaks down your foods. it can last usually between 4 hours and 12 hours. most i have tried last over 4 hours, for sure. 

bonus  :  taking a dab.

dabs are practically another language to a lot of people. dab, wax, honey oil and shatter are all the same thing. dabs are a solid, waxy substance of concentrated butane hash oil; most commonly created by a high quality strain is blasted with butane, that is then extracted, these cannabis concentrates approach 70 to 90 percent thc. if none of that made sense, it’s basically a highly concentrated oil/wax that has very high percentages of thc. for reference, some of the best strains out there only have around 25 percent thc.

it comes usually in a wax form, so that is how i will talk about it mostly. firstly, i will discuss the oil. a lot of people are using the oil in vapes so that they can smoke them in public. they do not smell or taste like weed; they taste like whatever flavor you get. i find that the high isn’t as good, however, and that you end up spending more to do that than if you were simply dabbing. 

how to take a dab : 

1. get a small ‘dab’ of the wax onto the end of a thin glass rod, then set to the side.  2. use a torch to heat the metal piece at the end of the glass pipe until it’s glowing red.  3. set the torch down, pick up the glass rod and touch the wax to the hot nail.  4. circle the rod around inside of the metal piece until all of the wax has been vaporized while sucking in. 5. once all the smoke is gone from the pipe, or until you can’t take it any longer before pulling away. 6. hold it in for as long as possible before blowing the smoke out. 

no matter how experienced you are, i’ve found very few people that can take a dab without coughing afterward. i have never coughed harder than i have with a dab. it’s very strong, so you don’t need to have a lot on the rod. however, the size of the dab is up to whoever is doing it.

for shits and giggles, here is some hilarious reactions from taking a dab that i have seen when smoking with people: coughing until vomiting, falling back onto the couch with arms across chest and eyes closed for a few minutes, falling onto the ground coughing until drooling onto the ground, and my favorite experience to witness — she started coughing and began to run around the house coughing until going to the sink, leaning her head under it and letting the faucet run water into her mouth. 

as for the feeling, it’s similar to an edible. there is no down-time after, unlike edibles. however, edibles last much longer than a dab. dabs are great for taking one of them and being high off of your ass, but i’m usually taking another one before an hour is up.

i hope any of this has been helpful to anyone. i plan to do this with other drugs like cocaine, ecstacy, acid, shrooms, xanax, oxy and more. please let me know if this is something you’d be interested in or if this was helpful to you!

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What Happens In Dublin

This is a creative collaboration with @laketaj24 @grungyblonde @ivaraddict @lupy22     Sorry guys i couldn't wait to post this LOL 

Rated: Mature content 18+ ( Drug use and drugging without consent)

Catch Up Here

  Disclaimer: This is purely a work a fiction based upon the actors in the History Channel show Vikings! For the actors in relationships no offense is meant and we wish them all the luck in the real world!  

SONG: God Is A Woman- Ariana Grande 

Annas pov

 I sent a text to Hay telling her to meet me at the room, I asked Alex to go ahead and I would meet him later. The night was still young and I had full intentions of enjoying it.

“Damn bitch I got here as fast as I could, where's the fucking fire.” Hay said burst through the door.

 “Did you get some?” I snarked.

 “Nah, But I'm in this for the long haul.” She winked and turned away from me to pretend to make out with herself like when we were kids.

 “Whatever, The fire by the way is right here.” I pulled my blue bong from my bag and I already had a bowl packed. 

 “Bitch!, you been holding out on me!” She grinned. Most people who knew me and Hayley had no idea what we did in our spare time besides Laura, Keta and Jessie. In college Hay and I were your one stop shop for whatever drug suited your fancy.

 Hayley took the bong from me and pressed it to her lips. I pulled out my lighter and brought the flame to the bowl. I watched the water bubble almost like cauldron as she inhaled the smoke that filled the chamber.

 We passed it back and forth for ten minutes before Hay’s phone started ringing.

 “We’re coming!” She mumbled and then hung up on Keta.

 “She’s gonna kill us.” I laughed putting my bong away.

 “She cant.” Hay insisted standing over the mirror blinking in the eye drops.

 “Why the fuck not, id kill us.” I tried to hold a serious faces but it was useless

 “Fuck dude.” Hayley tossed me the eyedrops and I used them myself before answering “What?”

 “I'm stoned as fuck.” She grinned. We grabbed our bags and headed to a dance club down the street from the place where we caused that bar fight. Now don’t get me wrong Hay and I were seasoned tokers but it had been a while since we’d gotten high in such a public place.

 The walk had gotten rid of the smell but Hay and I split a brownie to really fuck us up on the way over. The only problem is, edibles are notorious for hitting you out of nowhere.

   “Where the fuck have you two been!” Keta hissed wrapped around Jordan. Jordan glanced from me to Hayley and shook his head.

 “We stopped to get a snack dayummmm!” Hayley retorted. Alex H Laughed and Travis looked down at jessie confused.

 “Would you like to dance Hay?” I bowed low like an idiot and held out my hand to her.

 “I thought you would never ask!” She pretend to gasp and took my hand.

 The entire group watched us walk out to the dancefloor with confused faces.

 “Those two are up to something.” Laura said sitting down in Alex Hs Lap.

 “You think so?” Jessie asked peering in the crowd trying to see where we had walked off to.

 The music changed and a loud creak came from the microphone.

 “Testing.. mic check one two!” I said into the mic.

 “Oh, you fucking crazy bitch.” Keta laughed awkwardly.

 “Im gonna take a note out of my baby doll Hay’s book and sing a little song for you tonight.” I winked.

 “Fuck it up bitch!” Hayley screamed from in front of the stage.

  The music started slow which took a lot of people by surprise.

 “You, you love it how I move you You love it how I touch you My one, when all is said and done You'll believe God is a woman And I, I feel it after midnight A feelin' that you can't fight My one, it lingers when we're done You'll believe God is a woman”

  I used to karaoke all the time in college with Hay when we’d get drunk enough and even though I was stoned off my ass…. Ya boi could fucking sing and Keta, laura and Jessie knew it.

 “I don't wanna waste no time, yuh You ain't got a one-track mind, yuh Have it any way you like, yuh And I can tell that you know I know how I want it Ain't nobody else can relate Boy, I like that you ain't afraid Baby, lay me down and let's pray I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it

And I can be all the things you told me not to be (Yuh) When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing (Yuh) And he see the universe when I'm in company It's all in me”

 I kept my voice sweet and seductive. I really liked this song and the sway of my hips to the beat helped me unwind even more. The crowd started to sing along with me and it didn’t take long for the girls to make their way to the front of the stage.

 “Yasssss bitch FUCK IT UP” Keta screamed making Jordan laugh.

“I didn’t know she could sing?” Marco said with wide eyes.

“Alex… Alex…. Alexander.” Alex H called to Alex L but he didn’t respond. He was staring up at the stage. I could feel his intense gaze as I finished up my set.

 Keta leaned over and whispered into Hayleys ear. “ She’s stoned isn't she?”

“ She’s higher than Santa in the sky on Christmas fucking eve.” She smirked.

“You are too huh?” Keta shook her head.

“Bitch I might be!” hay shouted and Jessie and Laura started laughing so hard.

 “Yeah, yeah (God is a woman, yeah) My one (One) When all is said and done You'll believe God is a woman You'll believe God (God is a woman) Oh, yeah (God is a woman, yeah) (One) It lingers when we're done You'll believe God is a woman”

 I looked Alex right in the eyes as I rolled my hips back and forth and dropped it low on the stage. I opened my thighs slowly and took it back up as the song ended. The crowd screamed for more but it was at that moment that The half of brownie caught up to me. I turned away from the crowd and tossed myself right off the stage. I could feel many hands grabbing me as they carried me to the lounge area. Hayley joined me in crowd surfing and ended up plopped right next to me on a leather sofa.

The rest of the group came back to sit with us.

 “You crazy bitch!” Jessie plopped down on the other side of me.

 “How’d I do?” I smiled like an idiot because I couldn’t help it.

 “I totally forgot you could fucking sing you slut!” Laura laughed sitting down by Hayley.

 I waggled my eyebrows and sunk even deeper into the couch. Alex L had joined us and stood in front of me but didn’t say a word. He looked at Hayley and Jessie and both of them got the hint. They scooted over and made room for him next to me. Alex leaned over and literally pulled me over into his lap. I could feel his strong hands grab my chin to steady my wondering eyes. No words were said out loud but boy were they spoken in silence. He leaned forward and placed his lips against mine.

I don’t know if any of you have ever had the pleasure of kissing or having sex while high but I promise its a must have experience. My face began to heat up when he slipped his tongue past my lips.

 “I think someone likes your singing.” Jessie winked and the group started catcalling us both.

I pulled away and looked deeply into his eyes. I wanted this trip to last forever…..

  That night we all decided to be normal adults and stay in our hotel suite. Hay and I passed around glasses of our secret punch.

 “This shit is good af!” Keta smacked her lips like the borderline alcoholic she was.

 “Right, way better than when you two made it in school.” Laura hummed.

 “Thank you, Thank you.” Hayley smirked going back to the small kitchen.

 “Fuck, can I have the recipe?” Alex H asked downing his drink.

 “Fuck off, Family secret!” I snickered.

 “That’s too bad.” Travis winked at Jessie, “I wonder what that was about” I thought.

 Hayley and I watched them drink the punch barely containing our excitement. You see this was no ordinary punch… I had picked up a few things before we came on this trip. The punch they were drinking had a special ingredient. THC… and let me say.. Hayley added the entire bottle.. Things were about to pick up much quicker than they thought.

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Discord (OLD) Thread || Quentin and Jaycee

Discord thread featuring: Quentin and Jaycee @jayceelynd

When: December 24th, 2020 (christmas eve)

Description: Quentin goes over to Jaycee’s to wrap christmas presents and they end up distracting each other from their holiday blues.

Tw: SMUT!!!

Jaycee. Jaycee was buzzed, while she packed both of her bongs, a few of her bowls, along with rolled blunts. Today was a day she tried to forget and honestly wasn’t sure if she was going to make tomorrow. Knowing she had family, but they didn’t want her or love her for that matter. But this time of year it hurt, so raw with emotions. Thankful she saw Q in the chat when she did, or her spiral could have ended badly. Hearing her doorbell she fixed her sweatpants material shorts that matched her off the shoulder sweater. Her hair wasn’t even brushed yet, she went to speak and hiccuped and closing one eye. “Well okay I guess I’m not allowed to say I’m glad you’re here.” She faintly laughed, offering to grab some of his things. Patiently awaiting to jump into his arms and wrap herself around him. She needed to just be held and feel the warmth of his scent right now. “You’re such an amazing friend, please never change.” She whispered into his neck, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.

Quentin. Quentin was oddly sober considering what day it was. But that was all gonna change real fast. He had been lucky enough to keep himself busy with other things all day. But now that the day was coming to an end, and he was about to be on his own. It was all about to hit. Thankfully he and Jaycee always had each other though. They spent almost every Christmas ever together since they met, and it never failed to lift his mood. He let out a laugh as she pulled her door open and hiccuped, shaking his head playfully at her. “Started without me. I see how it is” he teased. Handing her some bags before following her inside and putting the rest down. Not waist it a moment longer before swooping her up into his arms. “So are you, doll. You know you always got me. That’s definitely never gonna change” he assured. Kissing the top of her head as he set her back down.

Jaycee. ”Listen, I apologize.” She laughed softly, squeezing high tightly before he sat her down, clearing the living room floor with music softly playing in the background. Wanting to make room for them when he was ready to wrap. “You know I wouldn’t want to spend this day with anyone but you. I’m here, Romeo.” Hiccuping she burped at the same time. “What the fuck was that.” She hiccuped again, with her hand on her chest giggling before she plopped on the couch, patting for him to come sit with her, his drink already made and doubled at that. “I love you Q..” she grabbed his free hand and hugged it. She really did love him, how could she not love someone who got her and was there for her no matter what. He was one of her best and dearest friends, someone you cherish and make sure is solid too.

Quentin. Quentin laughed at how cute Jaycee was being right now. She wasn’t even meaning to be cute, but it was that type of cute you only see when you really love somebody. “No need to apologize, darlin. You deserve to be as drunk and cute as you please today and every day” he beamed. Taking a seat beside her on the couch after watching her clear the area on the floor. “I love you too” he giggled. Watching her hug his hand before leaning over to rest his head on hers. “You’re so cute right now. You know that?” he asked with a huge smile. Lifting back up to grab his drink and down more than half of it to catch up with her. “So... you wanna get wasted and wrap presents first? Or should we get right into smoking all this weed and make out until we can’t breathe?”

Jaycee. Humming at him assuring her she was fine, she did fucking deserve to let loose and have some fun. Especially right now, this time of year sucked big time for them both, so why wouldn't they get lost and go crazy. "I am noooot" she playfully smacked his chest at him saying she was being cute right now, snuggling into him as he leaned his head against hers. "Who say's we can't smoke while wrapping, and drink. Then we can make out until we can't breathe, but we both know it's not finishing at kissing." Booping his nose as she looked at all the gifts that needed wraping. "I have some cute gift bags and tissue paper you can use to cut down on the time as well." she winked, she honestly just wanted his lips on hers, but she told him they'd wrap gifts so they were going to do what needed to be done first.

Quentin. “Yes you are” he laughed again as she booped his nose. “....and I’m pretty sure no one said we couldn’t do that. But, I’d much rather leave the wrapping til the end.” He grabbed his drink that she had made for him and downed in all in one go. Hissing slightly from the burn before wrapping his hand around hers. “Come’re... “ he beckoned, pulling her into his lap. He placed his hand onto the side of her neck and let his thumb caress her jawline. “Oh, we are definitely not stopping at kissing.”

Jaycee. Both of her hands sliding up his forearms, reaching his wrist as she smirked. “We both know that if we don’t wrap those gifts, we’re not going to want to afterwards.” Of course she wasn’t even thinking of wrapping gifts right now. Not when Quentin was demanding of other activities to follow. “Have we here been able to stop at just kissing?” She asked while running the tip of her tongue under his top lip, before pulling it between her teeth. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?” Jaycee breathlessly whispered against his lips, a shit eating grin spread over her lips.

Quentin. To be honest, Quentin didn’t really care if the gifts got wrapped or not. He could always wrap them in the morning if he needed to. Or hell, just throw them in gift bags like Jaycee suggested. With the way her tongue was tracing up beneath his top lip, he could hardly focus on any of that right now. “Oh fuck that.. I am definitely not changing my mind” he informed. Lifting her up and laying her back onto the couch as he pulled himself over her. Using his knee to part her legs for him before pressing down onto her and connecting their lips in a heated and aggressive kiss.

Jaycee. Jaycee spread her legs for Quentin, when he pushed his knee between her thighs. Giving him room, only to feel how adamant he was about not changing his mind. Sliding her hands up and under the back of his shirt, her nails raked down from his sculpted shoulders to cup his firm ass. Needing to pull him in  closer, pressing her warmth against his cock. Jaycee slid her hands over his hips, while her fingertips ran over his defined abs, letting her nails graze every now and then. Wanting him to feel pain and pleasure as she couldn’t get enough of his lips, or his taste. “How about you unwrap a present then?” She bit at his lips, soft laughter mixing into their kiss.

Quentin. The sexual tension between these two was definitely at an all time high tonight. Maybe it was because of their shared pain, or their deep personal connection. But right now, it didn’t really matter. They both wanted to feel good, to feel better, and what better way was there for them to do that than to have sex?  Quentin didn’t even hesitate when Jaycee asked him to unwrap a present instead. Pulling up from her tiny frame to remove his shirt and then leaning back over her to discard of hers as well. His lips instantaneously connecting to her breast as he worked on getting his pants undone. It was like he couldn’t get them both undressed fast enough. But before he knew it they were both laying naked and he was hovering over her with a burning desire in his eyes. His cock rubbing pleasurably along her hot wet folds as his hand moved to grab her face. Kissing her breathlessly as his hard lustful breaths echoed through her mouth.

Jaycee. frantically she was trying to help him undress himself and her as she groaned as his lips closed around her breast. Hissing once they were finally skin to skin, his cock was literally throbbing against her swollen clit and silky wet and warm folds. Growling with a grunt at how devouring delicious their kiss was, it was as if they were craving and starved of each other for years. It has always been that heated with Quentin and Jaycee, always hungry for rough passion, or just plain rough and raw fucking. Sometimes mixing the two was hours of pleasure. Her right hand grabbed his jaw, letting her nails sink into his cheek, opened mouth as she rolled her pussy over his cock at her entrance. Not letting him slide in just yet, grunting at her own frustration. Then again she was being greedy at watching and hearing him as she rolls her hips against him with more pressure. Her body shook, with quivering anticipation of what his next moves were. “I can fucking feel your clock throbbing, fuck Quentin..” she moaned as she could feel the thumping while it matched her own throb of need.

Quentin. The sounds coming from Jaycee right now we’re vibrating throughout his entire body and straight to his cock. It was like he absolutely could not get enough of her as they kissed each other hard and fervent. “Ughh baby” he whimpered softly as she rolled her hips against him. The definition in his arms highlighting his muscles as he held himself over her and fought against the burning urge to take control. He really wanted to take his time and enjoy this. To make her feel better than she had in a really long time. His lips moving to her neck as he bit and sucked lustfully at her salty skin. “God, you’re so fucking wet” he moaned against the trail of wet kisses he left along her neck. His hand moving to grip at her hair as the other gripped the back of the couch. “Fuuu..” he moaned again. Jerking his hips in just the right way to slide into her as he pushed his entire way against her.

Jaycee. Jaycee could honestly spend the day just admiring how beautiful Quentin was, taking in how rigid and bulging his defined muscles were. Her trembling hands shook as she rand them over his arms, knowing he was fighting to control himself. Sliding her hands over his shoulder to run her fingers through his silky soft hair, not knowing what she needed or wanted in life. But right now, in this minute it was just the two of them in the throes of sticky hot passion, a need to finally have one another. Looking up into his blue eyes as he got a grip on her hair, panting with a burning need. Choking out as he finally sank his entirety so fucking deeply imbedded in her wet silky walks. “Oh, god.. yesss.” Hissing at the pain, biting down as he skin only to growl as she tasted saltiness off his skin. Slowly her hips rocked, rolling her tongue up the vein bulging on the side of his neck. One thing she loved about Quentin is he never cared if he left his mark or was marked by a loved. Something they both enjoyed doing. “Fuck, I missed feeling you so fucking deep!” She moaned breathlessly, adjusted to how stretched he had her she raised her hips more taking more of him if it was even possible.

𝓠ᴜᴇɴ��ɪɴ There was a connection between Jaycee and Quentin that neither one of them could really ever explain. Their bodies craved to be touched by one another. Their lips always craving just a bit more each time they came together. Maybe that was why Q liked to take his time with her. His hips moving with a slow grind as he pushed his entire length into her. “You feel so fuckin’ good baby” he moaned out with a whisper. His lips moving to her neck as he sucked a small bruise on to the space above her collar bone.

Jaycee. Jaycee’s rolled hips against his as Quentin’s body grinds into hers. The angle her hips were due to the couch, caused for him to hit deep and almost pass out from the intense pleasure. “Oh, Quentin” she moaned brokenly, breathless as she bit down on his shoulder as she knew he was leaving his mark on her. Jaycee would always crave him, something she gave up fighting a long time ago, in a cave somewhere on a beach. Holding onto him as she accepted the rhythm he created. “You always feel so fucking good, fuck.” Running her hands down his back, letting her nails sink to the flesh of his back.

𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ Sinking his entire length deep into Jaycee’s core, he could feel her walls clamp around him. His mouth gaping open with a pleasurable gasp as he started to rock his hips back and fourth. “Mmm... shiiiit” he hissed as he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder. His hips involuntarily thrusting harder and faster from the pain mixed in with the pleasure. She always knew exactly how to touch him to really get him going and he couldn’t resist it. His hand moving to grab her face below her chin as he pressed his fingers into her face. “You like that baby” he asked with a heavy rasp to his French accent.” His thrusts hitting deep against her g-spot as he leaned down to crash their lips fervently  together.

Jaycee. Jaycee swore she tasted blood from how hard shit bit down on Quentin. It would be the first time one of them have marked one another. But he stretched her so fucking painfully good, how could she not return the painful pleasure to him. Her teeth clenched as he grabbed her face, cupping her jaw, while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Fuck yesss..” she hissed, as every powerful thrust he hit her g spot she gasped as if he was knocking her breath away. “I fucking love it.” Roughly she kissed him back with an animalistic need. Growling through a moan as she held onto his ass with one hand and the other making a tight fist in the other. “You wanna break me?” She was hungry for raw passionate deep hard fucking.

𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ God! She was so fucking sexy like this. Her body practically caving to his every touch as he continued to pound deep and hard into her core. “Yeah you do. You love this cock don’t you baby” he growled against her mouth. Pulling back just slightly to hook his hands around the back of her knees. Pushing both her legs forward to get a much deeper angle as he picked up his rhythm. “Oh fuuuu-“ he growled through his gritted teeth. His hand gripping so hard at her legs he was sure he was gonna leave a mark. “Ughh.. baby. You’re so fucking tight” he moaned erotically. Leaning into her to drape her legs over his shoulders as he wrapped his arm beneath the small of her back. His other hand gripping the back of the couch as he practically jack hammered into her.

Jaycee. Jaycee loved how much he loved to fuck her, it was an addiction she had that she never wanted to kick. “I love your cock.” A sharp gasp, she inhale while moaning loudly at how deep he was. He was so fucking sexy when he was lost in the throes of pleasure, taking his pleasure with knowing he was driving her to the brinks of passing out from how deep he was. “Fuck!..” she grunted as he jack hammered his cock deep within her soaked walls, Jaycee sank her nails into the back of his shoulders. “Yess.. you love fucking this pussy don’t you baby?” Leaning her head up to bite and suck on his neck before slowly running the flat of her tongue up the center of his neck. Grazing her teething hungrily over his chin before she found his lips, moaning loudly into his nought as she tasted him.

Quentin. Jaycee was without a doubt, the only woman Quentin ever felt like he could completely let go with like this. His thrust pounding so deep and hard into her he was sure she was going to be walking funny when they were finished. “God, fuck yes. I fuckin love your pussy baby” he growled. His teeth clenching as he pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her knees. “Don’t cum baby... not until I tell you to” he demanded. Slamming his hard throbbing cock back into her throbbing pussy without an ounce of hesitation. His fingers wrapping firmly around her neck from behind as he yanked her head back to sink his teeth into her jawline. “Mmmm” he growled from the pit of his stomach as their skin slapped together so beautifully. He was so close himself but he honestly didn’t want this to end.

[deadsy-doodle-blog]

PUNK ROCK RUINED MY LIFE

SECTION TWO

     After about a week while Grim adjusted to his new home and battled his mild sickness his grandmother enrolled him in school in her town. He hadn’t heard anything from his mother in the time that he would have been assumed to be missing. As his first Monday of school rolled up Grim slumped in his seat on his first day after being humiliatingly introduced in front of the entire class.

     “Grim, do you know the secret to success?” the teacher asked in a business class. He looked up and rubbed his left eye with a grimace as he thought momentarily. Why was she just calling out the new kid?

     “Sucking dick and kissing ass?” he said looking at his desk, slowly shaking his head and trying not to let the smirk snap across his face. A few students laughed.

     “Maybe your last school was a bit different, but that isn’t appropriate language here.” He nodded his head

     “Sorry, just trying to test my boundaries, throw my weight around.” He said with a shrug. She turned to carry on with her lecture. He made a kiss sound as she turned around and the class lost it, bursting out in laughter as Grim smirked.

     “Hall, young man.” She said looking angry. He stood up and walked out quietly. He wandered the halls for a while, looking into classrooms as he walked by them. He noticed a thin girl wearing a black cardigan and dark pants with a red shirt in a math class. Her dark mane flowed over her shoulders and she brushed it behind her shoulder out of her face. He smiled a bit as she glanced over, he quickly turned his head so she didn’t see him gawking at her.

     After a few weeks he had made some acquaintances, there was a school homecoming dance coming up. He thought of asking the girl he had saw while wandering the halls but had no idea what her name was and couldn’t catch her at a good time between a class intermission.  He told his best friends and bandmates from his hometown to come over and crash the dance with him instead of going alone. They brought some flasks of alcohol and loaded themselves up with a gravity bong in Orion’s car before heading in to sit on the bleachers and people watch, making fun of the awkward kids.

     After about an hour Crue followed Grim’s gaze to the girl with the dark mane. She smiled, realizing she too had just tagged along with some friends. “Grim, you’ve been staring at her all night with that stupid look on your face.” Crue said with a smile at her friend as he leaned an elbow on his knee.

     “No.” he said shaking his head. “I haven’t” a sigh escaped his chest.

     “You’re getting a boner just looking at her.” Morty said jokingly, Grim looked down.

     “Oh my god!” they all laughed and giggled, harassing their friend and poking fun at his crush on a girl out of his league.

      “Just go ask her to dance, pussy.” Crue said pushing him up.

     “Fuck you guys.” He said getting up and walking over a little timidly to the girl with dark hair. She was wearing a short light blue sparkly dress and was talking to her friends. They were all pretty, and he felt extremely short in comparison to half of them that were on the arm of a football player.

     He tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, surprised to see him there with his messy mop of hair and his long black shirt and green baggy pants. He blew his hair out of his face, and the girls looked at him closer, his green eyes catching their attention.

      “You don’t know me, I’m new. I was just wondering if you’d like to dance, since I don’t think you have someone to dance with.” He said awkwardly. She smiled back at her friends momentarily and then took his hand. They walked a little way out on the gym floor and Grim felt his hands shaking as he looked at her. Her eyes were a beautiful blue color that contrasted against the pale white and gray of her fur and dark hair.  

     “I’ve seen you around school.” She said as they found a spot to dance. “what’s your name?” she asked with a smile moving a piece of her curly hair out of her eye and then returning her hand to his shoulder.

    “Grim.” He said clearing his throat in a nervous stutter.

     “I’m Oasis.” She said in a little laugh looking between his eyes for long moments and then over his shoulder to break the awkwardness of their first meeting.

    “You’re pretty cute.” He said looking down at their feet, his ears felt hot at the tips and he could feel his cheeks burning in blush.

    “Thank you.” She said blushing as well.

     “Hey, I’m in a band, we’re playing next weekend if you want to come. I can get you tickets.” He said with his hands sweating, feeling as if he were ruining her dress just by being in the proximity of it.

     “Sure.” She said with a smile.

      After the song was over Grim said goodbye awkwardly and she went back to her friends, they kept looking over at him on the bleachers as he was being harassed by his friends.

     “She thinks you’re cute.” Crue said with a smile as he sat down.

     No.” he said shaking his head.

     “Grim, we banged, you’re cute.” Crue said poking him in the sides.

     “Crue, don’t” he said looking back at her with a truly irritated face.

     “So what, we’re just going to act like it never happened?” she asked him.

     “Kind of. I mean, we didn’t work. We were fuck buddies.” Grim said to her. He got up “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He said leaving, feeling very overwhelmed with mixed emotions. They went to an abandoned building that they used for band practice and venues some times. Grim sat down on the couch and pulled a bong off the shelf’s hiding spot. He loaded it and took a hit. He passed it on to his friends. Crue perched herself on his lap and rubbed his chest. She took her hit and passed it back to Grim. He took a heavy hit and breathed the smoke to his side.

     “What are you doing?” he asked passing the bong on to Morty.

      “For old times sake.” She said starting to take his belt off.

      “Crue don’t.” he said putting his hand over hers as she tried to get into his pants.

      “What the hell man?” she said getting off of him. “Getting all uptight for miss goody good?”

      “I just know what happens. I really want to focus on this new girl, alright?” he said opening his arms in exclamation.

   “Not asking you to say you love me or anything. I just want a little fun.”

     “Grim, just give it to her. If you won’t I will.” Morty said lighting a cigarette.

     “Fuck off.” Crue said sitting down in a bean bag chair. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

      “You’re the one begging.” Morty said taking his cigarette out to make his point. He pulled a playboy out of his backpack and lounged back ogling it. “She’s hot.” Morty said pointing at the book and showing Grim.

      “Fuck yeah she is.” Grim said in agreeance.

      “is there booze or what?” Crue asked seeming annoyed.

     Grim scratched himself and nodded. “He’s on the way.” He said with a shrug. “Calm your tits, Crue, are you jealous or something?” he said rolling his eyes. She huffed and flipped him her middle finger. Soon Grim’s older friend showed up and brought some beer and vodka.

      “Orion.” Grim said shaking his hand.

      “Hey man.” He said holding up the alcohol. Grim tossed a bag of weed to him in return. Orion’s bondage pants sagged and the straps swung as he found a pocket to stuff it in.

     “We were about to Jam, are you in?” Grim said picking up a guitar.

     “Fuck yeah.” He said going to get his own guitar from his car. Grim let a cigarette hang from his mouth and started to play his guitar. Morty sat down on his drum kit and giggled. He laid is head down on the snare.

     “Dude, I’m so high.” He laughed. Grim smiled at him as the ash dripped from his cigarette falling like hot confetti. Crue gave them a bass line and Morty eventually joined in. Orion back up Grim on his guitar. Grim made noises and random lyrics as they jammed.

     They stayed out until about eleven o clock playing music, smoking and drinking. At the time they needed to head out Grim packed up his stuff and got a ride home from Orion. Grim sat sprawled out in the passenger seat of Orion’s compact car, pushing empty cups and fast food bags around on the floor. Orion started driving as Grim lit a cigarette and rolled the window down.

     “So what the hell is going on with Crue?” Orion asked as he got on the highway in the dark night.

     “What do you mean?” Grim asked in a breath of smoke.

     “She seemed irritated.” Orion said looking at him and turning the music down.

     “She was trying to make a move on me earlier and I told her no.” he said adjusting the heater and putting his feet up on the dash.

     “I thought you guys broke up a while ago.” He said passing a car in the slow lane. Grim finished his stogie and tossed the filter out the window then rolled the window back up.

     “We did, I dunno. It’s weird. I think she’s jealous. When we were at my new school’s dance earlier she made me go dance with a girl I’ve been kind of crushing on. She seemed fine with it until we got to the old house and she was trying to get in my pants like immediately.” Grim said with a scrunched brow looking at his older friend.

     “That’s fucking weird. Maybe I’ll talk to her and see what’s going on. She might just be a little jealous like you said.” Orion shook his head exiting the freeway for Grim’s grandmother’s town.

     “We weren’t ever like romantic with each other, our relationship was mostly sex and drugs, maybe she’s jealous that I want some mushy shit with someone new.” Grim said shrugging before telling Orion which streets to turn down.

     Once in the driveway Grim bowled out of the car and grabbed his guitar from the back seat. “Thanks for the lift!” he said from the back door before leaning out and shutting the door. Orion’s car backed out of the driveway as Grim slumped toward the house.

     He snuck into his grandmother’s house and went up to bed. He quietly took his shirt off and threw it in the dirty laundry. He noticed the light in the hall go on. He let out a sigh hoping she wouldn’t wake up.

      “Oh good, you’re home.” His elder said with a smile. “Did you have fun?” she asked.

      “Yeah, hung out with some friends after the dance for a while. Sorry to keep you waiting.” He said sitting on the bed and scratching his chest.

      “Please, just be careful.” She said noticing his multiple odors but not wanting to lecture him this late. “Let me know the next time you’re staying out late.”

      “I’m sorry, I’ll make sure next time.” He said feeling his ears dip down.  

      “Goodnight, Grim.” She said quietly, stepping out of the room. Grim laid back in bed and released a heavy sigh, Crue brought up a bit of baggage earlier of their brief friends with benefits relationship. Why was she suddenly coming on to him after he was showing interest in someone, why did she kiss him when he left home? He thought until dozing off very late in the night.

     The next day at school Grim walked past Oasis in the hall.

      “Hey.” He said catching up to her.

      “Hi. Grim, right?” she asked.

      “Oh come on, You remember.” Grim said with a smile, feeling a lot more comfortable talking to her in normal clothing, she was less intimidatingly opposite of him in her casual clothes.  

      “I do.” She said starting to blush.

     “You coming to the show on Friday?” he asked.

     “Yeah, get me a ticket.” She said with a smile. “What do you play?” she asked

     “Punk shit.” He said with a laugh.

     “Never listened to anything like that.” She said with an unsure face.

     “Give it a shot. I’ll keep an eye on you, or even bring you up on stage, it’s a rough crowd some nights.” He said as they walked up the stairs of the high school to their next classes.

     “this is my class.” She said stopping and awkwardly moving the hair out of her face

     “Oh, alright, but yeah, I’ll get you a ticket.” He said shrugging.

     “How much?” she asked.

     “Don’t worry about it.” He said with a little wink. Oasis smiled and went into her class as the bell rang, looking back a few times. Grim went to his class a bit late and sat down.

     “Grange, you’re late again.” The teacher said as he got his books.

     “Yeah.” He said in monotone.

      As soon as Friday came Grim’s band was playing their gig. Grim searched in the crowd for Oasis. He looked past all of the slam dancers to the back. He finally saw her and tossed the mic to Crue. She glared at him and picked up where he left off as he jumped off the stage into the crowd and pushed through the punkers.

     “You came!” He yelled once she was close.

      “Yeah!” she laughed. He grabbed her hand and lead her back up to the stage. People pushed and shoved them. Grim punched one guy out of the way and made room for Oasis to get through comfortably. He brought her on stage and sat her down behind the curtain. “I feel better with you right here.” He said quietly, squeezing her knee before he took his mic and guitar back. Oasis watched as the band hopped and screamed though their set. After the show Grim met up with Oasis again as they were hauling their stuff off the stage so the next garage band could set up and soundcheck.

       Grim bent over a bit to reach a hand out to her to help her off her seat on an amp. Morty snuck up behind him and prodded him in the tail with a drumstick, causing Grim to jump and he practically fell onto Oasis. He helped her up then turned around to Morty who was already walking off. He ran after him and jumped onto his back, wrapping his legs onto him as Morty swayed overwhelmed by Grim’s slightly heavier weight. They both laughed and Grim tugged him into a nougie. Oasis followed the band outside of the venue where Orion was opening a forty ounce and Crue was already smoking in the alleyway. She looked up at Oasis and sort of glared momentarily before turning her attention back to her cigarette and flicked the ash.

     “You guys are amazing.” Oasis said in a grin as they stepped outside of the muggy building into cool night air, not noticing Crue’s dirty look. Grim smiled at her as the band casually thanked her and introduced themselves. Oasis leaned against the wall near Grim a little awkwardly.

    “Mind if I smoke?” he asked.

     “go ahead.” She said sort of shyly.

      He lit a cigarette and puffed on it. He passed one to her. “Do you want one?” he asked with his own cigarette’s smoke clouding into her eyes. She took one and hesitantly put it in her mouth. She held her hair back shaking a bit as he lit it for her. The cigarette trembled in her lip and she followed Grim’s lead to block the wind with her hand.

      “First time?” Morty asked looking at her. She nodded her head and coughed. Crue cracked a smile across her face at her innocence.

      “Oh shit.” Grim said with a laugh. “You’re a good girl, huh? Straight A’s and shit.” He said with a smile.

      “Not A’s, my little brother is the smart one, but I do pretty good.” She said in a soft stifled voice as she breathed just enough of the cigarette in to fill her mouth with smoke, it hurt her lungs to inhale too deeply and would strike a sudden feeling of nausea and her legs would weaken a bit feeling the nicotine.

              Oasis started coughing a dry cough as the hot nicotine burned her virgin lungs when she inhaled deeper than she planned. Crue snickered a little and grabbed Orion’s forty. She stepped across the alley and handed it to Oasis, her ears perked forward eager for her reaction. She looked up at her cautiously, hesitantly bringing it to her lips and taking a short sip.

            “Oooooh!” Morty, Orion and Crue chimed surprised that she would actually drink a little bit of the beer as Oasis handed it back, grimacing at the bitter taste of her first sip of lager. Crue took a long swig herself then gave the beer back to Orion. “It’s not for everyone.” She said with a smirk. Grim glanced at Crue, seeing that she was finding enjoyment of picking at Oasis’s innocence.

            “Do you wanna walk up with me and get something to eat? Just you and me?” he asked tossing his cigarette to the ground. Oasis nodded.

            “Sure!” she said pleasantly before putting the slow burning cigarette back in her mouth. She followed Grim as he walked out of the back alley from the small garage band venue. Grim looked at her as she was trying to keep puffing on the cigarette.

               “You don’t have to finish that if you don’t want to.” He said looking at her with his brows raised concerned for her comfort.

               “I’m fine.” She said taking it from her lip to answer.

              “You don’t need to try to impress me. Sorry my friends are sort of douche bags.” He said noting the goosebumps raising up on her arms. He slung his patch riddled leather jacket off his shoulders and placed it over hers. She threw the cigarette into the gutter and smiled at him and pulling the jacket closed a little bit over her chest. “They’re actually pretty cool but they’re trying to haze you a little.” He said smiling at how small her shoulders were framed by his jacket’s spikes and shiny leather.

            “What’s your family like?” Grim asked genuinely curious, she had to have at least somewhat of a functional family.

            “I’m the middle child and the only girl.” She started. “My dad was in the military, my mom is really sweet, my older brother is on just about every sports team, and my little brother is really good at art and is like a genius.”    

         “I’m the oldest in my family, not much of a family, though. My mom’s pretty much a hooker and my little sister still lives with her. I left a little while ago. I’m living with my grandma now.” He said as they walked up to a diner.

         “Oh, that sounds hard.” She said a bit awkwardly.

         “It is what it is. Can’t change it.” He said holding the door open for her. They ordered some burgers, and Oasis went to pay. Grim put his arm in front of hers with a wad of cash. “Put that shit away. I have it.” He said with a laugh. She smiled and laughed too. They ate their food and talked for a while about their friends and family, their interests and hobbies and really seemed to click.

        “I need to get going.” She said looking at her phone seeing a text from her older brother on his way to town to pick her up.

         “Alright. Mind if I wait with you? This is sort of a rough neighborhood.” He said with a smirk.

        “Yeah, that’s fine.” She said sitting down on a bench in front of the diner. “You’re more bark than bite.” She said after he sat down.

        “What do you mean?” he asked.

        “you walk around school like you’re a hardass, but you’re really pretty sweet.” She laughed.

       “I’m a fuckin’ hardass alright.” He said with his jagged grin.

      “I’ll take your word for it.” She laughed.

       “Alright, I’ll be honest. I’m kind of a scary guy. I’ve curb stomped people, I deal drugs, I held a kid at knifepoint on Monday, I drink, I smoke just about everything, I swear like a…” he listed.

     “But you’re real.” She said stopping him.

    “What?” he asked as his brow crinkled in confusion.

      “Real. You don’t sugar coat anything.” She said to him. He huffed.

      “Oasis, I like you. Like really like you, I want to be friends at least, but I think you’re very cute and I am attracted to you, if you’re willing to take a chance on me I’ll try to straighten my shit out.” He said being blunt.

     “Take me on a few dates and we’ll see what happens.” She smiled standing up as her brother’s silver car drove up to the curb and he was looking out the window at his little sister’s friend.

     “See you at school.” He said as she got in the car and waved. Grim put his jacket back on and walked up the road back to the venue.

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Morning Glory Two

Another trip report. September 2017.

I told my siblings about my morning glory seed trip and I wanted to trip with them when I was visiting. Maggie still lives with our parents and that’s where I was staying. She has never taken a psychedelic drug before and only smoked marijuana a handful of times, and never out of a bong. Bart has a decent tolerance to marijuana and has had some extremely intense trips on psilocibin before this.

The plan was to go to Bart’s house early in the morning and take 400 seeds each. We told the folks we were going out for brunch with our brother Bart. So we arrived at 9 in the morning and I counted out the seeds. Bart put a small extra handful in each of the piles to up the dose, we didn’t bother to count but it probably brought it up to 450-500 seeds each. I didn’t want to seem like a pansy so I didn’t say anything. I might have had a slight tolerance as I tried to do a cold water extraction about a week before, but I’m not sure if I had even reached threshold.

We had the seeds down by about 9:30 in the morning. Since my body recognized the taste it tried to prevent me from eating the seeds, so I left a lot of residue in my pudding cup.

I hadn’t been planning on smoking any marijuana, but Bart had already packed a bowl for himself in a     G R A V I T Y    B O N G . These things burn an entire bowl in one hit. So naturally Maggie and I took a bowl each. This would have been enough weed to give Maggie a difficult time, but she also had eaten around 450 morning glory seeds on top of that. I felt very fucked up very quickly. I was pacing around the house like a panicked hyena, my surroundings started feeling increasingly foreign. I was seeing some digital looking landscape in my mind’s eye while looking around the real world. Bart’s roommate came out and yeah I guess this looked kind of bad- two relative strangers in the living room at 9:30 in the morning clearly tripping. I sat on the ground across from my sister. She was looking frightened and slowly writhing her arms and legs. (I do the same thing when I’m excessively stoned) I asked her if she’s okay. She said “nah-uh.” So we took her into the room.

Bart was pretty annoyed with me at this point. Clearly Maggie was having a bad time. “I’m going to have to babysit you fucks, how long does this shit last?” “Up to 10 hours,” I said.

“You’re retarded.” (paraphrased) ... “I want you guys out of here by 1:30.”

Clearly, the vibe was a little tense. I wasn’t planning on mixing marijuana and I didn’t up the dose from 400. Still, this was pretty poorly planned. We were about 15 minutes in to the trip and my sister was already on another planet. We put her to bed and she lied there slowly writhing her arms and not really saying much of anything. We tried holding her hand to calm her down.

I ventured forth to get water for her, and an orange. I remember the water tasted so strong that I said it was like whole milk. Bart put a purple blanket over the window, the dim atmosphere was quite nice. 

 I was trying to stay positive, I was pacing around the room with my fingers beside my eyes wiggling them and chuckling to myself. The purple sheet over the window looked like it had Aztec patterns etched into the tiny pores that let in light. Really cool. 

I sat down. The room felt incredibly vast, and the stucco became tiny white spinning spindles. I felt like I was outside under the stars. I pointed out a tall vertical dent on the wall. It looked like it was filled with a candy cane pattern of navy blue and white. 

Eventually I was tripping too hard to pay attention and Bart just stayed on his chair silent. I was in my own little world, I felt like I was gradually being rotated forwards. The room became tinted green, then orange, then pink... and I slowly moved my legs up and down and they just looked like big triangles.

Eventually around noon we came down a bit and Maggie opened her eyes, so Bart put on some Loony toons. We joked about daffy duck being a demon to torment porky pig. We joked about this magician’s rabbit being a “rogue mage.”  We went for an uneventful walk, and it was unpleasantly cold. It was 1:30 and Maggie and I decided we didn’t have an excuse to stay out any later. Maggie drove us home. I was still experiencing some mild visual changes. Don’t drive tripping, guys.

We greeted our parents and had a brief conversation. “Oh, brunch was pretty good, nothing crazy happened.” I was really surprised by Maggie’s acting skills. She had been through hell and back and was playing it off so cool. She went to sleep in her room. I tried staying up and chatting with my folks so we could seem normal. My parents were confused as to why we were so tired all day. They didn’t have sufficient evidence to accuse us of taking a drug. 

Nothing really crazy happened after that other than mild depth perception tricks and feeling really sedated.

I asked my siblings how their trip was, we hadn’t really discussed it yet. Apparently, Maggie said we had sounded like aliens and she had no idea what we were saying. After moving to the bed she went into a hallucinatory state and lost contact with reality completely for over an hour. She said that she remembered the real world after remembering Grey’s Anatomy, and realizing that was a television show, and television is a thing from that world- the real one. She came back. Although her description was a little vague she might have experienced ego death on her first trip, and that’s crazy. She had some weird thoughts and anxiety in her bedroom after we got back but nothing too crazy. I apologized for this overwhelming introduction to psychedelics. She didn’t regret the experience but “doesn’t want to get that messed up again.” 

Understandably.

Bart said he wasn’t very impressed. The visuals and head space were weak and it was mostly just a weird body high. This is the difference marijuana tolerance makes. He didn’t really talk or move, didn’t put on music or a show for over an hour so maybe he’s downplaying it a bit. He didn’t get sick from the seeds at all. He wasn’t angry with me anymore by the next day, so that’s good.

I decided to quit smoking marijuana daily after this, because I had lost sight of how my high-world can have consequences in the real world. I sort of wanted to quit for a few months prior but I didn’t have the resolve. I felt like a bad influence on my younger sister, getting her to trip and because her trip was difficult. I stayed clean of all drugs and alcohol for 45 days, and have since limited myself to smoking only once a week. There wasn’t much introspection during this trip, and it was odd how quiet my mind became. I tripped very hard visually but I don’t remember thinking much of anything during the peak.

Effects: Physical: Nausea, sedation, spontaneous body sensations

Cognitive: derealization, thought deceleration, novelty enhancement

Visual: , color shifting, depth perception changes, pattern recognition enhancement, visual drifting, internal hallucinations.

My sister reported some crazy auditory hallucinations, depersonalization, derealization, language suppression, sedation, nausea, internal hallucinations and perhaps even ego death.The marijuana was definitely the stronger dose, as we had come down considerably by 1:30. These seeds were weaker, less cognitively stimulating and more sedating and intoxicating than the ones I had tripped on during the summer. I had a similar sedating trip in 2018 with these. I’d like to try another trip with the first variety to see if there really are differences. My mind was racing during trips in the summer.

Trip safe and always make a plan to get home, if you trip somewhere else. Cheers.