#up in smoke

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[sonjackcarl]

[the80s]

Cheech and Chong, "Up in Smoke" Hot Wheels car

[bayareabadboy]

Cheech and the "The Love Machine"

[coolthingsguyslike]

[mothdruid]

Up In Smoke- Prologue

series masterlist | part one

warnings.

use of marijuana, mentions of alcohol use, stoner!bradley.

author's note.

so i've had this written for months, was just waiting until i had inspo to write the rest of it. i hope you all enjoy it!

The loud thrum of the bass was vibrating through your body, almost altering your heartbeat. A few drinks were coursing through your system at this point. You weren’t even sure what time it was, only aware that the music was suddenly too loud. A heat had started to fill you too, probably from the mix of shots and drinks. You really wanted to just get away from it all. 

Shelby was the one that had invited you, begging you to come so she wasn’t alone at the party. That had lasted a total of twenty minutes before she was running off to play beer pong with some random frat bro. You didn’t fault her, this was the ‘college experience’ she finally wanted to get. It only took her two years to work up the courage to go to a party. But now that courage had left you alone, sitting on the staircase as people passed you. 

You really wanted to leave. 

You pushed a finger into the hole of your jeans, swirling it on your thigh slightly. The idea of sitting outside was tempting. Maybe a little fresh air would help clear your head, dissipate the warmth under your skin that was starting to become unbearable. No matter how tempting it seemed, the cold temperature outside was making you hesitant. You stared at your phone, a whopping twenty-seven degrees staring back at you. You let out a sigh, wondering why you didn’t wear something a little warmer. 

If you wouldn’t be able to get fresh air, the least you could do was find a room with no one in it. It was later, so hopefully enough people had left back to their own dorms for you to find even a closet to hang out in. You lifted from the step on the stairs and headed towards the second floor. There were a few people still talking in the hallways, one couple making out against the wall. 

You slipped past them all, finding an unlocked door towards the end of the hallway. After peeking inside, you deemed it safe. You slipped inside, locking the door after shutting it. It was a smaller bathroom, just enough space for you to be alone in. You looked in the mirror at yourself, taking in your worn look that was starting to show just how tired you actually were. 

A shudder ran down your spine, your body registering that it was a little cooler in here than the rest of the house. You grabbed the buttons of your flannel, buttoning the bottom four buttons to keep you a little warm. Just as you finished you caught a whiff of something. It wasn’t unfamiliar, especially for a frat house. But it smelled fresh, not old and stale. 

“Hello?” You watched the curtain of the bathtub rustle. 

“Hmm?” 

You crept across the tiled floor, reaching out for the curtain. You grabbed at the plain cloth, pulling it to the side to reveal whoever you were sharing the bathroom with. A lop-sided smile and honey brown eyes greeted you. The brunette was settled in the bathtub, sweatshirt hood pulled up a little to cover his curls, window open, joint between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Uh, hi?” 

“Hey, if you need to use the toilet, go ahead. I promise I won’t watch.” He said casually, bring the joint back up to his lips. 

It was captivating, the carefree nature of him taking a hit. You watched him lift the joint towards the window, tapping the ashes off. Smoke blew out from between his lips, aimed towards the window as well. The longer you watched him the hotter you felt. It finally clicked to him that you weren’t putting the curtain back in place. He leaned back against the tub, rolling his head around the edge to look at you. 

“Hmm? Did you need something?” 

“I- what are you doing?” You asked. 

“Smoking, what else does it look like?” He raised an eyebrow at you, taking another hit.

“No, why are you in the bathtub?” 

“It’s cold outside,” he said it like it was obviously the reason he was in there. 

“You’re not wrong there, but that still doesn’t answer my question.” You sat down on the toilet, the two of you staring at each other now. 

“Why are you in here?” He asked after quirking an eyebrow. 

You looked up to find him offering you his joint. There was an odd flutter in your chest. It was such a small action, but it made you smile softly. You took it from his fingers, taking a small breath in. Your lungs ached as they filled with smoke, exhaling it briefly afterwards. He watched you take the hit, pulling on his hoodie strings lightly. You hand the joint back to him. 

“I wanted to be alone, and it’s cold outside.” 

He smiled, taking a hit while he stared at you. He had become captivated by you within such a short period of time. Maybe it was the weed, but nothing like this had ever happened to him before. 

“Told you, it’s cold outside," he offered you the joint again, a lazy smile on his face. 

“It’s not that much warmer in here,” you joked, picking the joint out from his fingers. 

You took another hit, watching as he lifted an arm up towards the window. There was a small amount of resistance when he pulled on the window, eventually leaving a small sliver open now. He did a makeshift bow then settled down in the bathtub again. 

“What a gentleman,” you giggled before taking one last hit. 

“My mama taught me right,” he flashed a big smile towards you, leaning over to grab the joint from you. There wasn’t much left of it. He finished it off pushing the dried out burnt nub out onto the outer window seal. He closed the window completely after that. 

“And does this gentleman have a name?” You asked, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

The buzz from the alcohol had been replaced by a soft haze from the weed. It wasn’t often that you smoked, but you weren’t going to pass up the offer from such an attractive guy. You could have sworn you’d seen him around campus, but couldn’t place where or even who you might have seen him with. 

“Bradley," he made a gesture like he was taking off a top hat. 

“Nice to meet you, Sir Bradley,” you stood up and did a haphazard curtsy, earning a chuckle from him. 

“And who might you be, my lady?” He asked, sitting up a little straighter in the tub. He smiled when you told him your name, thinking it was perfect for you. There was just this sweetness radiating from you that he couldn’t place, but he wanted to experience it. 

You felt a small vibration from your back pocket. You had a text from Shelby, telling you she was ready to leave and waiting at the front door. A part of you wished she would have gone home with someone. You wanted to spend more time with this bathtub loving dude. You sent her a quick confirmation text. 

“I gotta go,” you waved your phone in the air, “roommate texted me.” You gave him a small frown, indicating you didn’t really want to leave. 

“That’s a shame, I was really starting to enjoy you,” he crossed both arms on the edge of the tub, laying his head down on them. Those big honey eyes were pulling you in, telling you to stay.

“I was starting to enjoy you too,” you said, all the heat in your body migrating towards your cheeks. 

The two of you waved at each other. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you actually wanted to leave this small room. Leave this person you had just met and potentially would never see again. You flicked the lock and opened the door, turning around to give him one last smile. Without thinking, you blew him a kiss. Bradley smiled and caught the imaginary kiss, holding it to his chest. 

The two of you were gone for each other. 

[histonics]

[tilbageidanmark]

[bakedangelxo]

💨💨

[jimmorrisonfants]

Dr. Dre, Snoop & The D.O.C preforming Let Me Ride during the Up In Smoke tour (2000).

[vv91him]

Ville Hermanni Valo - Up in Smoke

[bitchwholoveslife]

High as fuck tired as fuck and feeling very proud to be arospec tonight

[pnjrnk]

guysguysguys!!!! super cool and epic christophe hurt/comfort idea right here.

ok so like,, they r in a car, gregory is driving them back from…a mission or something idk i didnt think that far. christophe cracks open the window Nd takes out a cigarette. gregory says “🙄 really? smh” christophe says “get off my back ok!” and gregory says “im just concerned for your health! those things could kill you, you know” and christophe says without thinking “who cares?”

there is silence for a few moments and christophe thinks he has won. and then gregory veers the car off the road and goes into the grass and slams the breaks. christophe says “WHAT THE FUCK???” and gregory says “sorry could you repeat that last thing?” and christophe says “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GREGORY” and gregory says “christophe. repeat what you said to me before i stopped the car.” christophe is fucking flabbergasted. he says “?????????? i said who cares??”

gregory fucking explodes. hes ranting like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHO CARES???? I CARE YOU FUCKING IMBECILE!!!! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY THIS STUPID HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT I CARE ABOUT YOU IMMENSELY AND I WOULD BE DEVASTATED IF YOU DIED!!!”

christophe goes “😳…i just kind of assumed that you see me mainly as a minion or something and that i dont mean nearly as much to you as you do to me and im replaceable to you and all of the intimate moments we have shared were just flukes” and gregory is like “christophe. you are not my minion. you are my closest friend and i would do anything for you. yknow what? fuck it im also in love with you.”

and then they ✨kiss✨thank you for coming to my seminar please return next week for a slightly different flavor of the same concept <3

[mothdruid]

Up In Smoke

Synopsis.

One fateful night tied you together, sharing a joint as you both hid from the house party happening around you. Neither of you expected to see each other again. A few weeks later and one misplaced library book pushes you two back together.

Warnings.

Minors do not interact, this is a 18+ work. Each chapter will have it's own warnings on top of the series warnings. Smut, fluff, smoking marijuana, drinking, insecurity, anxiety.

prologue.

part one.

part two.

part three.

part four.

part five.

[nickngreg]

[rarelyupforair]