#all to go to the dispensary and point to what i want and go home and get undressed again

[wishgirls-archive]

lesbians r so funny why am i wearing a fishbone shaped hairclip off of my belt loop like an accessory rn

[inkdrinkerworld]

hiiii I really love your autistic!reader fics :] I was wondering if you could please do one where r just has an absolutely horrible sensory day, nothing bad happens but just they didn’t sleep and woke up super overstimulated and still had to go through a busy day to the point where they go nonverbal, have a meltdown and need to lock themself away in their room in the dark/quiet for like a day. and then once they feel better and come over, remus (or dealer!remus my beloved) talks about it and comforts them <3 this is super specific lol it just happened to me and my roommates did not notice or care so I’d love to hear what you think remus would do <333

I love all your fics so so dearly thank you for being you and for all your hard work !!!!

I’m sorry they didn’t care! Sending you this Remus fic to make up for it

You’re not sure when this ‘off’ feeling had settled into your body, but now that it has it seems impossible to shake.

You’d woken up and just knew that something was wrong. Something intrinsic to you was off and possibly twisted up and tangled in ways that made it difficult for you to articulate what it was.

Your phone’s alarm was too loud, you could feel the sheets scratching your thighs and you couldn’t take a breath deeper than four seconds long if you tried.

Then you’d gotten into work and gotten even more overstimulated so by the end of your day you’d felt this building nausea swirling all up your throat from your stomach.

You can also feel a migraine coming on and it worsens the nausea.

You might be sick on the train ride home. You were in fact sick on the train ride home- thank god you keep a spare shirt in your bag.

When you got in, Remus wasn’t there- probably still at the dispensary. Which as bad as it sounds was the best option.

You smell like sick, you’re cold sweating, and you can’t stop your tears from falling down your face.

It’s horrible. You feel like you’ve been run over and like your body is fighting you with every step you take.

You’re grateful Remus doesn’t see you like this.

Your shower is hot, to the point of steam curling around you but you didn’t feel a thing.

You’re hardly awake for more than ten minutes, slipping into a pair of underwear and getting under your heavy covers and falling asleep.

“Dovey, hi.” You wake up to Remus stroking your back, his nails blunt and fingers warm as they trail up and down your back.

You shake his hand off, your head throbbing as you turn to look at him.

The nap didn’t help the migraine.

Remus takes a moment to look at your face, eyes assessing as he stares. “Was it a quiet kind of day?” You squeeze his hand and Remus coos.

He lowers his tone, voice smooth and soft like velvet. “I put your clothes in the wash, and I can get you your notepad.”

You shake your head, sitting up a bit and opening your arms to Remus. Your arms drop when you spot his sweater - maybe he’s just come in from work.

He understands immediately, “I’ve showered already, so I’m not in outside clothes.” He assures you before his arms close around you.

Remus is warm in a way you don’t understand. His body constantly furnace-like, and it helps to ground you.

“I had a bad day.” You croak, throat tight as you speak.

“You don’t have to force yourself, dove.”

You shake your head, “I want to tell you,” Remus nods, kissing your neck as you steady yourself. “I woke up feeling really bad, like I couldn’t get anything my body had to do right but I went into work anyway thinking it’d just go away. It didn’t. Then I threw up on the train home and cried and then threw up again, and then came home, showered and slept.”

Remus coos, “I’m sorry today was so awful, sweet girl. Will you be able to take tomorrow off? I’m home all day and we could make a ‘recovery from overstimulation,’ day of it.”

You could cry. You’ve the sweetest boyfriend and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t realize.

“Are you sure?” You gnaw on your lip as Remus pulls back, a tender smile on his face.

“Perks of being your own boss, baby. I set the days. Want me to call your boss?”

You nod, “Please? And we can watch a movie when you’re done?” You’re already shuffling down under the covers as Remus reaches for your phone.

“Course dovey, put on Atlantis and I’ll go get some water and salted crackers.”

As bad as your day had started, it feels lighter now that Remus is here.

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

weed smoking! joel x dispensary shop! reader preview 🍃🔥💨💨💨

A/N: A little taste for you guys! I am very excited at this new idea, especially because I am co-writing this with the actual love of my life @serenaxpedro!!!

So excited to see where it will go and excited to see our grumpy old peepaw finally kick back and relax with some alternate pain management methods. He's not gonna be happy about it at first, but it's going to turn out so good 🤓. Moodboard art also by @serenaxpedro (please go check out her delicious writing as well, she's got some YUMMY Joel fic's posted 🫠)

sneak peak under the cut, feel free to comment or reblog if you want more!

“The side effects from an over the counter painkiller could spike your cholesterol even higher, which is what we do not want,” the doctor continues, unaware of Joel’s steadily boiling frustration. “Which is why I wanted to suggest an alternate method for pain management, something more natural.”

For fucks sake. 

He thought this would be a simple appointment. Show up, get a new prescription for whatever magic pills can help this pain in his back to dissipate, and go home. Not look into ‘alternative methods’ that undoubtedly wouldn’t work.

Joel’s gaze narrows and he huffs, leaning back in his seat. “Natural? Like what, seeing one of those hokey practitioners that read your energies and use natural herb remedies and all that crap?”

“Not quite that per say but it is natural medicine. Medical marijuana to be exact.”

Joel’s mouth goes dry as his jaw hangs open. Weed? Nope. Not the solution he was looking for. 

Maybe what he should be on the market for is a new doctor at this point. 

“Uh listen, I appreciate the suggestion doc, but I don’t think that’s gonna help me at this point. I don’t do that kinda stuff,” he waves his hand dismissively. “If it gets to that point I’ll crack open a beer.” Joel leans forward in his seat and he starts to get up.

“Just a second, hold on. At least let me write you a prescription for it today and you can choose whether or not you want to get it filled at a dispensary.”

“I don’t think-” Joel continues to protest but the doctor cuts him off.

“It’s medicinal marijuana Joel,” the doctor says plainly, as if that’s supposed to calm his nerves. “It has opiate-like properties, which means it’s similar to a pain killer, just without all the usual side effects that come with over the counter medicine. Lots of individuals, older and younger,” the doctor pointedly emphasizes, “use it to help with aches, pain, anxiety, even mental health issues. Not just the physical.”

Joel continues to eye the doctor warily, his spine now stiff as he sits up in the chair. Even now, he can feel his body protesting his upright position, the inkling of that pinched phantom pain coming back slightly. 

“Does it get you high?” he asks the older man. 

Aside from the stories he’s heard, he’s had his fair share of buddies who used to toke up back in the day. Hell, they didn’t even know what was in it back then, they just smoked as a distraction, something fun to do, to take the edge off after a long day's work. Joel tried it once and didn’t like it at all. The hazy, fuzzy feeling not mixing well with his frayed nerves, all glassy eyed and out of touch with his body and his mind. No, he would much rather crack open a beer or pour himself a whiskey neat to kick back and relax when he was stressed.

“Not necessarily, some strains, or some kinds of weed have a higher content of THC, tetrahydrocannabinol, the psychoactive component that makes you feel high or ‘out of it,”’ the doctor explains with finger quotes. “Some medicinal marijuana are low in THC but high in CBD, the relaxing component of marijuana. CBD acts as a relaxer, and it can ease physical pain. So depending on what you’re comfortable with, you can opt for the kinds that have a high CBD but low THC content, which will help with any pain issues, without causing you to experience the high.”

Joel’s mind whirls around the acronyms. THC, CBD, ABC.

Christ.

Does it have to be this fucking complicated?

[tobydandelion]

Wanted to make a post to answer a question I get asked pretty frequently about my disability, since the answer is very long, and sending a link to a blog post is a lot easier than explaining a complicated situation repeatedly.

"If you're able to post on the internet and draw and watch TV sometimes, why can't you work sometimes too?"

Sometimes people have a hard time understanding about fluctuating support needs and dynamic disability. For me and many others with neurological or pain-related disabilities, our sensory experience can vary wildly for the same activity at different times.

Some days I can knit, some days the texture of the yarn is too overwhelming. Some days I can stare at a screen for hours with few breaks and stay calm, sometimes I can hardly read a few sentences on a screen without getting instantly overwhelmed to the point of meltdown from the light.

There's a lot of very vocationally relevant sensory issues like this that I have to contend with, and not knowing exactly what my limits are going to be at any given time makes it impossible to work a normal job, as plans must be able to change without notice.

My sensory issues (mostly my light sensitivity and texture sensitivity) and severe physical anxiety symptoms (cptsd-based, which tend to snowball with these other sensory disabilities) can be somewhat controlled with the proper dosage of medical cannabis, to the point I would be able to work from home and go back to school with proper accommodations. I've been issued my medical cannabis card by my doctor, but because of the way the dispensary system works in Iowa, the medical cannabis I require to work isn't covered by medicaid. So I'm technically able to obtain my medication and ~be okay~ *once in a while* when a friend is feeling charitable, but I currently don't have the resources to achieve consistent functionality.

So, I'm waiting on disability income to be able to reliably purchase my medication so that I can work, and get back into school. Right now it's pointless to make commitments I don't know I can keep, because my source of some amount of functionality isn't stable. (As it is, I never know very far in advance when I'm going to be able to be medicated to the point where I can work even part time online.)

I can't get and keep a job without reliable access to a neccessary medication that isn't covered by insurance, so all I can do is wait for the government to start paying for me to function better.

[fraener]

9/8/2024

long day of laying down until a flurry of activity with work and coming home and speaking to my loved ones on the phone. dinner bubbling away on the stove and the aching icelike creak of the burner heating and cooling is rhythmic. fighting now to find the good. i spent so much of the day crying in bed unable to move under the weight of knowing the truth about it, that h just cant understand me and doesnt or cant make the effort to do so. i keep feeling like theres just no point in even telling him why im upset because i think if i do hell either feign ignorance or really just not get it. i feel tricked and cheated all the time because of how he likes to play dumb and hide things from me. he just doesnt trust me and so in turn its impossible for me to trust him. although, instead of sending me into the outward insecurity spiral where id be begging for attention and rushing after him, it makes me disgusted and disappointed and hurt and withdrawn. i told him i didnt want to see him today and he stopped responding to my texts. saw his car at the dispensary on my way home and felt my stomach drop just a little, like i didnt like him being so close to my house. im grateful to live somewhere now it would be much more obvious if he came to look in my windows. i think i feel the edge underneath which i could pull and topple it all, and every time i feel that sharp little ledge i choose not to lift. similarly, there doesnt seem any point in ending it, because i have nothing better to do. i lost my faith in the satisfaction of telling people exactly what thyeve done wrong so they have to face the truth of it. or, faith in the satisfaction of ending it. i wonder when passivity becomes cruel and when it is that i should choose to do hard kindnesses. tomorrow i want to be better, today was only getting good towards the end. spouts and lids today at work, next 3 classes ill encourage them to modify their forms and try new things. i have work wednesday and i forgot...its good i wont go to the city after all. starting a new 101 class, teaching them back to back. soon my schedule will be just mondays and tuesdays off, then for a little while i think it may be just mondays off, then sundays and mondays if i am careful. it isnt hard to work at the ceramics studio, often welcome reprieve at the end of my darker days. ive moved and started a new job and somehow nothing has changed. i am feeling so many different griefs right now. tomorrow i hope bg can lift my spirits. for now im tired.

but i think i should say s confessed hes never had any attraction to me. from that point i think i am seeing him truer without hope in the way, or fantasy, or whatever it is. he is so so dear to me. we get closer every day and i am so glad to know him. ive really gotten to a new level or depth with both him and f, it feels beyond any love ive known no matter what the shape of relationship. somehow more intimate than a lover, more patient and understanding than family, more dedicated than a friend. for this i can be grateful, for the continued care of c's garden, my very very strange new life which feels like an odd and unknowable pitstop that i am afraid of but dont need to fear. i talked to kk on the phone today too- briefly, about ceramics, about our students. there is love for me in the world, i have love for it too. its so sad to me that a year ago i wrote that i felt h was far from me and i didnt know how much longer wed be together. so odd weve survived this long in our terrible purgatory state. as i said a year ago, i thought wed be closer by now. c'est la vie.

[raspberry-pudding]

4/8/2024

It's been awhile since I've made a post and I think I'd like to before I have to go into work today. It's only a 5 hour shift, so it'll be over in no time, but damn -- only 5 hours? Why even be there at that point?

I've recently put my foot down about the days I'm available at work, so I finally have a consistent weekly schedule that doesn't change much. The times might change, but I'm now only available three days a week, giving me four days a week to work on my projects. I'm really excited to have a routine come back into my life. There are so many things I've put to the side this year for work, and all of them are technically much more important than this job. Ugh, I just, can't wait to have a consistent schedule, even if the times might be different every week at least it's always the same days.

Let's talk about how my weed addiction is going below the cut.

I think the last time I posted, I talked about a friend I've made who is much deeper in the addiction than I am and how that's made me feel like I'm not really an addict. I think now, even though my problem isn't as extreme as others, I do still struggle with a problem that I need to cut out of my life. I might not be smoking the entire day, or doing high doses of THC like with a dab, but I notice that it's still impacting my life and keeping me from doing things that I want to do. It's like I come home from work, I smoke, and I just zone out on TikTok the entire evening. It's been a big problem, especially because I'm getting more and more bored in the evenings.

Another reason I really need to cut it out is my tendencies to snack more on weed. Especially the indica I'm using to help me sleep now -- I have to smoke it when I'm in bed. If I don't, and I just casually smoke it in the evening while at my desk or in the living room then I will eat anything in sight. To the point that my stomach still hurts the next day. It's bad.

Thankfully, I got a hybrid that doesn't make me hungry. Still, the dispensary isn't always going to have the non-munchie stuff in stock all the time.

I can't remember if it was Wednesday or Friday now that I was watching hotdiggedydemon, or Max G, stream and he was discussing his own problems with weed in the past. Also, how he's off it now, has never felt better, and agrees that it is an addictive substance. If anything, his talk about weed made me feel really validated that what I should be doing is the right choice.

Recently, I did have an evening where I smoked three joints -- three! But it was a one off thing because otherwise I've been good to only smoke one or two joints a day. My problem now though is that the first joint usually happens around 9 or 10 AM. I think that's way too early, but on my days off I struggle to restrict myself because it's so nice to smoke then clean the house. I do need to stop, though. I can't get high that early and expect to succeed at all the other things I want to do.

I'd like to start quitting by waiting to smoke around 4 or 5 PM and going back to one joint a day to ween myself off. I know my last plan didn't go well lol, when I said I was going to keep my weed in the basement. Maybe that could still be in the cards if I need it. So far, yesterday I got off work at 2 and did well to wait until after 4 to smoke. I think it's going to be my days off where I'll struggle the most.

In my head, I always see myself meditating to get past any cravings for weed I might have. But thinking about actually doing that makes me cringe a little. It's a little woo-woo, or hippy dippy. But maybe it's something that could help me. I don't really know though.

It's hard. I feel like I know so clearly the things I need to do to quit and get back the lifestyle I want, yet taking action feels impossible. And there's no reason for it to feel impossible.

It's a Monday, and I feel hopeful for myself that this is gonna be the week. But how many times have I told myself that for the past 2 years? At some point, it has to be true though.

Iris🪻

[frogsandfries]

Going from talking to one sister to talking to the other, I never have any fucking idea what's going on. They each view the same situation completely differently, and I think their communication problem is actually reading and comprehending each other's written communication.

Anyway, I slept weird this weekend and I think my cats woke me up around five this morning because I didn't put Pickles in his carrier. I have to put him away, because otherwise, either he'll spend all night antagonizing Scooter or, especially if it's dark, crying. Either way. But I was exhausted AND stoned af and it was my weekend, so I left the light on. My bad, I wanted to be woken at five in the morning.

So I watched like two episodes of the X Files while exhaustedly trying to negotiate peyote fringe. Gave up on that in favor of diamond painting while I got some lunch and made some food in advance for some other meal (it was supposed to be dinner, but who needs food when you could be having sleep!); went to sleep like, three hours early.

So far, I'm just addressing my stress points as they come up: What am I doing with the cats? My sister isn't going to make me visit my brother in Texas. What am I doing with the edibles currently in my possession? Again, I'm not going to Texas. What is my time off looking like? Again, I'm not going to Texas. What happens when I run out my supply of edibles? Well, hopefully by then, a) I've stashed some money to restock, and b) my friend and other sister both have recommendations.

Oh great, new point of anxiety: My sister has an abso-fucking-lute zoo--four cats, I think two rabbits, our other sister's dog. What the fuck is this?? And then she wants a fucking skunk or fox???

I'm giving up my lifestyle. I'm giving up New Mexico. I'm giving up Doordash. I'm giving up all the culinary options that are currently available to me. I'm giving up walking down the street in pretty much any direction and acquiring more edibles--edibles which have been keeping me at my job. I'm giving up my home. For, as far as I can tell, a potentially irresponsible investment in the first place.

I'm giving up a lot. On the dice roll of at least one better opportunity. I've already put forth my notice of non-renewal. That's it. I'm locked in to this.

And my sister isn't sacrificing much by comparison. It appears that she's continuing to hoard animals. I don't care if this is a five bedroom house. What the hell does one single woman need with five bedrooms?? What does a single woman need with four fucking cats and then some??

Have I made a horrible mistake? This house is in the fucking middle of abso-fucking-lutely no-fucking-where. It's a smaller town than where we grew up, which doesn't seem possible. Again, I am giving up my entire life style. Living in the mountains, in the southwest. I'm giving up everything that I've grown to love and appreciate. The weather, the flora, the views, my current freedom. My entire lifestyle. I'm giving up sushi on my terms. I'm giving up pho on my terms. I'm giving up on living by my terms, at least until I have my license.

And even when I do have my license, until I can come back here, I'm going to have to drive for ages to get anywhere--to a dispensary, to sushi, to coffee, grocery shopping, Doordash. I'm going to have to put up with my sister's animal hoarding??

I knew this move was going to be a bad idea, but it just keeps becoming an exponentially worse idea. I mean, at least if I'm away from temptations like Doordash, maybe I can focus on saving money for a vehicle. A car would really change the lifestyle I'm able to live here.

I'm hoping by moving to Wisconsin, I can scrounge up some other job opportunity than the one that I currently feel stuck in.

Maybe living with another person will open my sister's eyes to her problem? Maybe we'll still be able to get our other sister away from the problem she's stuck in.....

That's another thing I'm giving up. Even though I live smack in the middle of the city, it's peaceful. It's just me and my reasonable number of two cats. It isn't chaotic. I can't imagine adding four cats to the mix, each with their own varying personalities, will bring much peace. A dog? Other animals?? Foster children??? Actually, I really can't imagine that she'll be approved to foster.

I guess I'm just concerned. Well, I'm terrified. I'm terrified of leaving the mountains. This is where I was meant to be. Up. Surrounded by mountains. I'm terrified that I'm giving up my entire lifestyle and my sister is not going to respect that. I shouldn't have given my notice of non-renewal.

I live in easily one of the scariest cities one can live in. I live here alone. On the whole, I'm happy. I have a lifestyle that works for me, less the whole having a spouse, which idk.......maybe that's just not in the cards for me......

I'm going to go back and forth on this till the end of this month.....I guess maybe worst case scenario, maybe I just work on my license and getting a vehicle, and get back here? I thought I might stay at least a few years, but I'm concerned about being respected for the sacrifice I'm making. I think it's important for her to acknowledge, even though she's kind of helping me, I think she needs my help more, and I'm making the bigger sacrifice for probably the smaller return. I'm giving up my entire lifestyle, while she's getting a bigger house to fill with even more animals. She can do whatever she wants with her money, that's fine, whatever I guess.

Ugh, I don't feel like I'm making any progress in this. I'm just feeling more and more like this is a bad idea. I don't feel like she's respectful of the fact that it's not much, it's not glamorous or anything, but I have a life here. I have a whole lifestyle and I love it, it's perfect for me.

Maybe I'll stay for a year, maybe two. I honestly don't know how long I'll last, living in a zoo in the middle of nowhere. I don't get it. I would've been happy with one cat; I'm plenty happy that I have two, but I really do not actually want anymore, as much as I daydream occasionally about getting another pair of kittens.

I love the bond I have with my cats, and personally, I'm not sure I could offer that to many more animals. After all, I have things other than interacting with my pets and watching Netflix that are important to me.

Okay. This wasn't going to be a permanent arrangement in the first place. I am supposed to go and help my sister out with some of the costs of the house she took a mortgage out on. In the meantime, I'm supposed to use this opportunity to get my license and acquire a vehicle. I hate to admit, a vehicle would be very useful in living here. It wouldn't change a lot of my lifestyle, but it could change some things. I could get to parts of the area that I don't or wouldn't normally, and I could go to those places more often--such as after work.

Maybe having our other sister and our nieces would help balance me and my younger sister out. I just think my younger sister......I dunno.... I'm not sure what's going on in her head.....

[bulldogcannabispalmsprings]

The BullDog Guide to Cannabis Care from the Best Dispensary in Palm Desert

Ah, the sweet feeling of success! You just got a fresh delivery of BullDog Cannabis, which is the result of a hard search for the best dispensary in Palm Desert. You’re amazed by what you have bought, with its clear trichomes and fragrant oils. Then it hits you: How do I keep my stash this clean? Whether you’re new to the world of cannabis or a seasoned expert, it’s important to know how to store your green gifts. At BullDog Cannabis, we believe that It’s not just about keeping the plants and products alive for a long time; it’s also about keeping the spirit of the plant and the hard work that went into making it.

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First, UV rays break down cannabinoids, which are the organic substances in weed that give it its effects and medicinal benefits. Over time, the THC in cannabis, which makes it high, breaks down into CBN, a cannabinoid with different effects. This makes the product less powerful.

Now that we’ve talked about science, let’s talk about why many people say BullDog Cannabis is the best dispensary in Palm Desert. It’s not just because we have high-quality goods or great customer service. It’s because we care about education. We make sure our customers know everything about their buy, from where it came from to how to make it last as long as possible.

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Your jars can be shown off like works of art on floating shelves against a plain wall. Imagine this: A bright room (but not too bright, because of the UV rays!) with a stylish closet full of jars with the names of your favorite strains. Not only does this make it easy to get to your collection, but it also makes it more interesting.

There are lockable stash boxes that can also be used as beautiful coffee table pieces for people who want an extra measure of security, especially in homes with children. It blends safety with good looks.

Common Mistakes to Avoid Let’s be straight up: Mistakes are made. Even more so when you’re still learning about how to store weed. Here are some things to watch out for:

Refrigeration: It might be tempting to put your stash in the fridge (or even worse, the freezer), but the tiny crystal-like growths on weed, called trichomes, can break off when exposed to cold temperatures. And you don’t want that at all. Also, like we’ll mention in a few sentences moisture plays an important role in keeping your product safe and sound.

Plastic Panic: Don’t use or store things made of plastic. They can make static, which can cause the particular plant follicles to fall out. Also, depending on the type of plastic, it can greatly change the taste of your weed over time.

Moisture Mayhem: Stay away from moisture. Too much wetness can cause mold, while too little can make your weed dry out and lose its taste and potency. This is also related to the previous point about nor refrigerating your weed. You might want to use humidity packs to keep the right mix.

Don’t forget, you have an incredible advantage because you shop at what is the renowned and best dispensary in Palm Desert. At BullDog Cannabis, we’re always here to help you out and make sure you don’t make these mistakes.

Taking Care Of The Little Things Matter with the Best Dispensary in Palm Desert Accepting weed is a lot like accepting a way of life. It’s a dance between having fun, taking care of yourself, and being responsible. Making sure your weed stays as fresh and effective as the day you got it is a sign of how important it is to you.

With BullDog Cannabis, you not only get access to the best dispensary in Palm Desert, but you also join a group of people who want to celebrate and protect the cannabis experience. So the next time you look at that jar on your shelf, know that you’re part of a practice of respect, happiness, and living in a green way.

Visit our store, and let’s keep talking. Still, there are always new things to learn, new strains to try, and new stories to make.

[ihateeverything101]

id love to window or real shop, i'd love to go to a dispensary on my own and get a pre-roll and smoke it to myself. hehe thank you for your opinion!! anyways, im stuck at the house without a car so i can go places or get things but not really. i wish i had a car cause i want to buy craft things, i don't have paint or many craft things here but i want to craft!! so that's what i truly wish i could do but it's ok. i could uber somewhere but it's not worth it.

it makes me happy you know me, it seems like you know me better than dude. when i bring up cleaning to him he doesn't understand how good it makes me feel to have things clean. obviously i wish i didn't have to dedicate time to it and the world and house stayed clean but that's not true!! he didn't help me plan my day today before he left for work which isn't a big deal but it seems like he is constantly worried about his own thing. this isn't a good example because it is his first day at work so it makes sense he is thinking about that.

i guess it shows you and me how little free time i have. i want to do so many things because i truly never have free time, that might be dramatic but it's not. i get up and get ready for work and prep things for him and make breakfast for both of us but i don't eat it at the house, i eat it on the go when it's cold and i am at work. i work and then come home and immediately start dinner. sometimes starting dinner before peeing or getting out of my clothes completely because he is always hungry when i get home. i wish he would eat something so that he wasn't hungry and i could relax a bit. i make dinner and then we eat, he eats while i hangout and try to relax from work cause i've been home probably about 45 minutes now. i hit my bong and listen to music secretly because we are supposed to be watching TV together, but he's on his phone constantly anyways so why can't i. we eat food and once the TV episode is finished it is 7:30 / 8 and i am already sleepy, falling asleep in the basement. but no it is time to do chores. i make my lunch for work, make sure me and him both have clean laundry, and do the dishes. it's not a lot but i am so tired at this point, and throughout my whole day i'm tired. i wake up tired wanting more sleep but knowing i can't have it. i want to nap at night but i know that will only make things worse. i complete my chores and pack a bowl to smoke before bed. he puts Katie to bed everynight though a video call. things that matter to me it seems like he ignores. i really enjoy smoking with him, even though that might be silly, but we never smoke together. he smokes with katie it feels like all the time, he puts her to bed even when i am going to bed so i don't get time with him. like i said the time he spends with me he is basically ignoring me, on his phone talking to katie or whoever else. but they video chat and he's not on his phone. he asks her about her day and talks to her and plays music. i've told him so much how i love when he plays music but he doesn't do it for me, but i come into the basement frequently with him playing for her. he smokes with her. he flosses with her. again, i've told him it's important to me and i really enjoy when we brush our teeth together but that doesn't matter. any of these small things he could do for me, he doesn't.

basically he puts Katie to bed while i have to do my own thing. i smoke on my own. i brush on my own. why won't he do these things with me? i've told him how i enjoy it. i've even asked for me and him to have our own special nighttime routine, but we haven't done it or figured it out. 2 nights he came up and was soft to me and that was nice. even if it is only him coming up for 5 minutes to kinda tuck me into bed that would make me so happy. but no, it is too much for him. i don't like going to bed by myself. doing chores and then getting myself ready for bed and falling asleep alone. he comes into bed later but i never wake up. then i wake up the next morning before him and start my misery again. it's not bad. i can manage it. but i wish i had free time. i wish he cared about me or gave me time.

i started rambling oops. i wanted it to be a happy post but i got pulled into sadness. anyways!! gonna try to rocket up to happy again. cleaning is fun and i enjoy how the house feels afterwards!! i don't have free time but things can change and will once i am ready!

[zxvtrpnljhfdb]

I missed both busses by about a block, so I'm stuck here for about half an hour.....

I'm sharing my location with one of my sisters. There's a dispensary within my line of vision, but frankly, I am genuinely scared that I will not have enough money to get to next paycheck after moving.

I still don't know what, if anything can be done about the misappropriated funds. I'm still going to try what I can think of. I'm so stressed out. I really could have used even half of that money for all of this, but my ex has no honor. I mean, what's honor when you can steal money from someone else to court your new plaything.

And it's like, so is she like, also that bad a person, or is she just dumb? One hopes that doubt is creeping into the back of her head, but most likely she's so caught up in everything. My ex talks a lot about starting a cult.

I didn't think the fucking-their-own-child talk was serious for the longest time, so I am no longer doubting their desire to start a cult. I am just not cult-able material. I am not flexible enough to reshape into the desired form, and I have seen this over and over. The only men I seem capable of attracting into my life are men who don't take it very well when I can't be molded.

But not everyone has received the emotional beatings that I have, and not everyone who has been beaten in any form or fashion has responded the way I have.

If I saw my new lover get served any kinds of papers from the police, I like to think that I'd be scared off. Of course, at this point, if my new lover called their ex psycho, unless he had very solid delineations for why he was doing that, I also wouldn't be having another date. Like, was she asking for something? How often did you really try to do that thing? If I asked you to do something that you don't do, would you really try to do that thing? Okay, well how about you practice in your own home?

I honestly think I need to try dating like a normal person instead of going immediately home with these people--no, not for sex, you fool. I mean, moving basically right in. Normal people live in their own home while dating.

I do not date like a normal person. I'm a little too timid to really try to fall "in love". Which actually may be another reason I can't find my way into a good relationship. I just settle for guys who seem nice enough, but they don't make my heart really flutter. I'm not sure that guy exists.

The mother of a guy I was "friends" with was telling me of her own son, he wouldn't be there for the child, just like his father hadn't been there. She thought this aspect was more nature than nurture, because she did the best she could with her son. Her son tells it a little different, but who's to really say? I wasn't there, and while his mother was trying to be a better person than she had been, her son was not.

The reason I bring this up is, I am not my ex's mother, who apparently ruined them by sending them away constantly. The last thing I want to do is send my child away, knowing personally all the multitude of effects being parented by two different types of parenting groups.

Additionally, having lived with several people who have similar if not same diagnoses to myself and my sperm donor, I have faith in myself to guide a child through learning difficulties as well as mental health concerns. Plus, there is definitely a nurture component to mental health and the failing therein.

I am working on my own mental well being because I strive to be a better person overall, and a better parent than the ones who raised me.

Ugh, I waited for the bus for like half an hour, and I've been waiting to get this move-in money for like, about twenty minutes 🙄

I need a snack. Like, twenty minutes ago.

[luvbugkenma]

stoners (2) + aot

CHARACTERS: Armin Arlert, Sasha Braus

A/N: MINORS UNDER 15 YRS OLD + EMPTY / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! I WILL BLOCK YOU! ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP TO 20+ YRS OLD WARNINGS: drug use (marijuana). swearing. WORD COUNT: 0.8k

armin

was scared to smoke for a bit until he talked to eren and connie about it. they got him to a point where he was open to trying it but he wasn’t fully ready

went to parties with the group and would have a drink or two but wouldn’t smoke

the summer after he graduated was when he first smoked. everyone went camping one weekend in july and he said “fuck it let’s ball” and took a few hits from eren’s bong that was being passed around–he has good lungs but the way he coughs makes it seem like he doesn’t

he started smoking more regularly after the camping trip and bc eren was a dealer at this time, boom armin gets the homie deal and can get a quarter for like $25 (and good quality too🤤🤤)

(before he ever smoked) he watched stoner etiquette vids on youtube to make sure he wouldn’t be rude during a sesh <3

he’s not one to like doing much when he’s high (esp if he’s baked asf), but if it’s nice out he might go take a walk while he smokes a joint

typically spends his high watching TV or a good movie (loves watching thrillers or mysteries when he’s high to see if he can piece anything together)

absolutely prefers edibles and bongs to anything else. still hasn’t worked up the nerve to do dabs yet, blunts give him the worst headaches, etc.

once eren found out armin smoked regularly, he bought him a nice bong as a gift :)

didn’t like buying edibles from dealers and he wanted a higher dosage than what’s offered at dispensaries, so he started to make his own after a while. has never tried making any savory edibles, but makes a lot of different desserts (his fave is blueberry scones that he made)

he doesn’t get munchies too often anymore, but when he does they hit and he will end up eating anything in his vicinity

gets high very often when he’s stressed–he can never get his mind off of the things stressing him out so getting high helps him from thinking in general and he can just relax

enjoys studying or doing google deep-dives when he’s high–whatever topic he has in mind, his high brain can devote all attention to looking into it or watching videos about it

he likes playing chess when he’s bored at home, he uses the website most times

makes edibles to give to his friends as random gifts :)

sasha

pretty big stoner, esp in comparison to armin

started smoking after she found out eren was a dealer, ofc he gave her the hookup

post-high school graduation through sophomore yr of college she was smoking every single day. she brought her trusty dab pen with her everywhere and usually always had a pre-roll somewhere in her car

after she settled into classes her first yr of college, she was going to the bathroom right before class started to hit her pen before going back to class baked

definitely prefers smoking with friends, but smokes alone a lot. if she gets bored during a sesh by herself, she’ll call up all her friends and invite them over + smoke them up

throws weed around like it’s nothing–she’s a very giving and caring stoner so she’s always willing to smoke everyone up! an absolute joy and sweetheart to smoke with

now that she’s older, she tries to hold off on smoking throughout the day. at any minor inconvenience she’s gonna wanna roll up but with a full-time job that isn’t possible for her. instead, she’ll go through her day, hold off until she gets home, and then smokes after a nice dinner

always wants popcorn when she’s high but she leaves it in too long each and every time. she puts it in for the recommended amt of time, walks away from it for “just a second”, only to come back to the smell of burning popcorn :/ she never rights down the correct time either, istg she’ll never make normal popcorn ever again

LOVES edibles, she thinks they’re the best thing ever made. keeps a list of all the different types of edibles she’s had (it's like 3 pgs long). her faves are desserts, usually brownies that are extra fudgy and soft

doesn’t have a fave way to smoke–if you’re getting high, then it’s good enough for sasha

only has a few pipes and one bong, but a bag of all of her broken dab pens

her bad habit is to binge-shop when she gets high and she ends up buying a bunch of shit she really doesn't need–a lot have been plushies of food + foreign snacks

really enjoys playing minecraft when she’s high. wants to try ranked games but she knows she would be too bad and get kicked from games for it

she plays katamari for a little bit before she starts to get frustrated and turns it off

zones out and watches asmr tik toks for hours, only taking breaks to grab more snacks or roll up again

thought people were dumb for watching stimming vids for babies until she watched them and let her brain melt

© luvbugkenma 2023

[gallawitchxx]

ficlet friday 🚑

this week, we're killing a few birds with one ficlet!

first & foremost, this is a gift for my sweet bb twin mick of @mickmilks on his birthday today! a while ago, this post was going around & mick's birthday trope mash-up is angst with characters who work together. & wouldn't you know it? anna of @rereadanon, who's truly overflowing with ideas for our boys, had already given me the perfect prompt for the occasion!

so, without further ado, i give you a lil friday snafu at gallagher-milkovich security!

2k words under the cut or read here on a03 🖤

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It’s a Friday in early September. The threat of Fall hangs in the air, but it’s still fucking hot— especially in a metal box like the ambulance.

Ian’s driving them home after their last drop of the week, fiddling around with the radio and rolling his eyes as Mickey wipes his sweaty brow and grumbles about how their camouflage get-ups don’t fuckin’ breathe.

“Open the vent, Mick. Right there in front of you,” Ian says, pointing to the closed apparatus near the window.

“I don’t like the air blowin’ right on me, alright?” Mickey huffs. He reaches forward to open it just a bit and dramatically pulls back, batting at the cool air like he’s dispersing a cloud of smoke.

“Well, the AC can’t work if it’s closed,” Ian points out, leaning over to fumble with the dial at the bottom of the vent. “Just move it around until you find the right spot.”

The car swerves a bit to the right, Ian’s attention now split between driving and helping Mickey.

“Yeah, yeah. Eyes on the road, hotshot,” Mickey commands, shoving Ian's hand back towards the steering wheel and taking over.

As he continues to fumble with the vent, Mickey’s phone rings, vibrating roughly in the pocket of his uniform. Annoyed, he shoves the plastic slats closed and focuses on extricating the device before missing the call.

“Gallagher-Milkovich Security, this is Mickey.”

“Mickey, hey! It’s Joyce from Glow-and-Grow. This a good time?”

Gallagher-Milkovich Security has had a good summer. They expanded, adding a new rig and a few drivers to service their growing client list. Glow-and-Grow was the newest addition—a newfangled operation, which boasted some fancy technology that gave their Northside warehouse a neon hue.

Joyce, the owner and operator, had personally reached out to Ian and Mickey, who had come recommended by another dispensary in the area. They didn’t even have to pitch very hard at their first meeting, just Word of Mouth marketing at its finest. Signed, sealed and delivered on reputation alone!

Mickey had been so damn happy that day that he’d bent over the bed immediately upon arriving home, presenting himself to Ian for the taking. All soft and submissive now that he had shirked the Milkovich notoriety for being a legit, business owning, good boy. He never expected it, but running shit above board—and being good at it—made him hard as a fuckin’ rock.

“Yeah Joyce, all good. What can I do ya for?”

At the mention of her name, Ian shoots Mickey a look through the rearview, wheels turning already about the nature of the call.

“I was just looking through the count for the week and I think today’s drop is short a couple hundred.” Her voice was calm, but Mickey’s brow furrows instantly. “Now before we panic, I’m going to crunch some numbers on my end, but I wanted to let you know right away so you can do the same on yours. I’m certain we can resolve this before we all skip away for the weekend.”

Mickey thumbs frustratedly at the patch of skin between his nose and his top lip. “Of course. Should be able to get ya an answer in an hour or two. That work?”

“Appreciate it, Mickey! I’ll be in touch sooner if we find anything.”

“Hey, thanks for bringin’ this straight to me, Joyce. We’ll figure it out.”

“Sure thing! Talk soon!” Joyce almost sang, which made Mickey’s stomach turn—wholly unfamiliar with anyone being so chill about missing money. Rich Northside fucks.

Ian was all over it as soon as the line went dead.

“What’s going on? Is there an issue with Joyce?”

“Thinks the drop’s short,” Mickey sighs, pressing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. “Who we got on that this week?”

Ian looks back towards the road, his face dropping.

“Ian…”

He exhales, his eyes not daring to meet Mickey’s.

“Mark,” he whispers, prompting Mickey to lean in. “It’s Mark, alright?” A little louder this time.

“Jesus fucking Christ—“

“Maybe there’s been a mistake, yeah? We’re almost home, we’ll look through things. There’s gotta be an explanation…”

Ian had wanted to hire Mark, an alcoholic who was sober a few years and trying hard to get his life back on track. Mickey had been suspicious.

“I dunno, Ian. We gotta be able to trust these guys,” Mickey had said after Mark’s official interview, unsure about the combination of drugs, money and addiction.

“Says the ex-con from the Southside,” Ian chided, his eyes growing wider by the minute. “Come on, Mickey. We’d be giving this guy a real chance—helpin’ him and his family out. Isn’t that what we want to do with—“

“Fine, alright,” Mickey acquiesced, never one to hold out against Ian’s puppy dog eyes for very long. “But keep him on a tight leash, Gallagher. No funny business.”

“Mmm. All this talk of leashes is kinda turning me on, Mick.” Ian purred, closing in on Mickey with a salacious grin.

“Down Daddy,” Mickey said with a wink, spinning around and heading for the bedroom.

Ian responded by chasing him down and showing him just how tight a leash he could hold.

Now though, Mickey is in no mood for teasing, the realities of running projected and actual numbers through checks and cross-checks weighing on his mind and schedule.

Ian pulls into the parking spot they’d blocked off around the corner from their apartment and turns the key, silencing the dull roar of the motor.

“Mick, look—“

“No, Ian, you look. I didn’t want to hire this guy in the first place, and now I have to spend my fuckin’ Friday afternoon going through spreadsheets and crunchin’ fuckin’ numbers when I should be relaxin’ with a cold one, stoned outta my goddamn mind and split the fuck open on my husband’s monster cock.”

Ian can’t help but laugh, which only spurs Mickey further.

“You think that’s fuckin’ funny?”

“No, no, Mickey, it’s not funny. But I promise you all of those things after we figure this out. Especially the whole splitting you open part,” he says, reaching for Mickey’s thigh.

Mickey bats his hand away, “Hands off the goods, babyface. Fuckin’ serves me right for lettin’ you get me all soft. I knew this guy was trouble. Prob’ly have to go through all’a his other drops from this week too. Make sure nothin’ else comes up short.”

“I can do that if you want?” Ian shrugs, trying to take some things off of his husband’s plate.

“Fat chance, Gallagher. You’ve got such a hard on for that do-gooder shit, you’ll just bury the evidence so you can get in me faster.”

“Oh fuck off, Mickey. I can keep it in my pants for a few hours while we sort out business shit.”

“Yeah, well, if this guy fucked us, you’ll be keepin’ it in your pants for way more than a few hours.”

With that, Mickey storms out of the ambulance, slams the door and heads up to the apartment without so much as a glance back at Ian.

Ian waits as long as he can in the boiling rig, catching his breath and giving Mickey a chance to cool the fuck down inside, before he follows.

When he finally huffs up the stairs, the apartment door is locked—an intentional and fucking passive aggressive move. Ian curses his dramatic ass husband as he shuffles through his keys.

Mickey’s already at the small desk they have set-up in the corner, thumbing through papers and punching angry digits into their calculator. His back is to the door, and Ian takes the lack of any kind of acknowledgement as permission to just grab a beer from the fridge and sulk off to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Mixing business with pleasure can be a fucking racket.

- - - - -

After about an hour, Ian hears Mickey’s phone go off.

He’d migrated into the bedroom after his smoke to change out of his uniform and was now playing on his own phone, trying to stay out of the line of fire.

He can’t make out much of what Mickey’s saying, let alone the other side of the conversation, but he thinks it must be good due to the lack of yelling or other loud noises.

A minute or so goes by before Ian hears Mickey end the call, dropping the phone onto the desk with a clatter. He listens carefully as Mickey messes with some paperwork, closes the laptop and pads gently down the hallway, his socked feet barely making a warning sound against the hardwood floors.

There’s a soft rap of knuckles on the bedroom door, and then Mickey’s pushing it open, his eyes soft as they catch Ian’s.

“Hey,” he says, moving towards the bed and crossing his arms.

“Hey,” Ian mirrors.

“That was Joyce.”

“Oh?”

“Seems that someone on their end made a mistake during data entry, whatever the fuck that means…” Mickey scratches his brow, wincing. “Everything’s fine. Wasn’t Mark’s fault.”

Ian puts his phone on the bedside table and scoots down the bed towards Mickey.

“That’s good news,” he says softly, patting the mattress.

“‘M sorry I freaked out on ya before,” Mickey says, taking a seat on the bed beside Ian. “And even if it had been Mark, that wouldn’ta been on you just because you brought him on.”

Ian smiles, reveling in how easily the apology rolls off his husband’s tongue. “S’ok. I know how much the business means to you, Mick.”

“To us,” Mickey presses. “Right?”

“‘Course,” Ian says sweetly, taking Mickey’s hand in his. “To us.”

Mickeys lets out a deep exhale—his first since the first phone call back in the rig. He drops his shoulders and Ian reaches his other hand up to hold Mickey by the back of the neck, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

“Not everyone’s a shithead, you know?” Ian says. “Plenty are, but not all.”

Mickey claps a hand onto Ian’s thigh. “Easy for you to say. You trust way too many shitty people, man.”

Ian laughs, shoving Mickey away playfully, but not letting him get too far.

“I trust you,” he says, his hand tightening around Mickey’s. “Always have. You’re the best person I know.”

“Ain’t I the one who’s supposed to be sayin’ sweet shit to you or somethin’? Make up for jumpin’ to conclusions and all?” Mickey says, his eyebrows dancing.

“Yeah,” Ian nods, picking up what Mickey seems to be putting down. “Don’t think you’re getting away with it that easily…”

He leans in, capturing Mickey’s unsuspecting lips in a deep kiss. Mickey instantly melts into it, snaking a hand in the soft curls at the nape of Ian’s neck and pulling him closer, their lips and tongues sliding against each other with a delightful ease.

Ian pulls back, breaking their kiss with a slick pop. “Such a good fuckin’ boss, Mickey,” he praises, his voice low and breathy. “Such a mouthy co-worker though.”

Mickey snorts, a smile playing on his lips. “Whatcha gonna do about it, stud?”

Ian’s eyes flash, then darken, something wily taking over. He grabs Mickey by the shoulder and pushes him off the bed, down to his knees.

“Why don’t you use that mouth to make it up to me? Huh, baby?”

Mickey nods, already palming Ian’s growing length through his sweats.

Despite Mickey needing to take care of Ian, Ian will also take care of Mickey—welcoming him home after a long, stressful week at work. He’ll ensure that their Friday evening is spent fucking Mickey senseless, splitting him open just like he craves. Only taking breaks for smokes, beer and take-out, before digesting over some trash tv and then going in for more.

Mixing business with pleasure has its perks.

[ravewood]

One Night Fuck Up: pt 3

Juice Ortiz Imagine

masterlist 

pt1 pt2

The hospital was abnormally busy, even for Charming. You weren’t anyone important, just ICU nurse. You always wanted to help people and Charming had a charm for violence as it seemed like it. 

You didn’t even know how but you lost track of time. You had a 13 hours shift, you would work rotating shifts so you’d only have to work about 3 days a week. 

“Shit.” You groaned when you noticed a few missed calls from Ashley the babysitter. There was no way you could leave right now, it almost felt like the hospital was over run.

“Code blue- Male 40 gun shot wound.” Your pager went off in your pocket. Just when you thought you could finally get out of here. You quickly rushed over to the stretcher taking over chest compressions from the EMT. Just another day. 

You where finishing up your rounds, ready to go home. You check one the gun shot patient who was in recovery from surgery. The vitals where normals as you wrote them down in the chart. 

Juice walked in through St Thomas, he was on watch over Tig. He froze right before he could walk into the room. He immediately knew it was you even from your backside. This was the last place he thought he’d see you. The past couple years and he’s never run into you here when he and club the club where always in and out of st thomas. 

You stood there in dark blue scrubs and your hair slipped back with a claw. He leaned over the door watching you as bite your lip as scribbled in the chart. As if you sense someone, you turned, your eyes locked on his. 

You felt like a fish out of water not sure what to say. Was he really here, right now. It was odd to see him, he reminded you of your son. Every time you looked at him you saw more features that your son has. 

“Hi I’m Y/N, I’m the nurse on duty for Mr. Trager surgery. Vitals are good, he should be waking up in a few hours.” You said hoping to get out of this room. Juice just leaned against the door frame making sure there was no way you could squeeze past him and run away again. You tried desperately not to check him out as he crossed his large arms over his chest. His eyes never leaving you, not even for a second. 

“Well Y/N, you seem very familiar.” Juice said trying to get straight to the point. He wasn’t going to let up one you. It was faith throwing you in his face and he couldn’t let you run again. Even if he sounded crazy. 

“Must have one of those faces.” You said giving him a smile. You heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you swore he could probably hear it. 

“No, I think we’ve met before.” He said and he wasn’t implying about when he saw you on main street out side the dispensary. He wasn’t sure if you really didn’t know who he was or if you where playing dumb. 

“I’m not to sure, did you go to University of San Francisco?” You asked trying to avoid bringing up anything at this point. He couldn’t possible remember you from a drunken hook up. 

“No, I think it was a little more intimate then that.” Juice said raising his eyebrow at you. He was tried, really tried. It was a long day and his patients was growing very thin. 

“I- uh i have other rounds to make.” You said as you tried to slip past him. It was a dumb idea as his much larger frame blocked you from gettin gout the door. You weren’t prepaid to be this close to him. You where surprised at how your body reacted to his. Like you wouldn’t mind ending up naked on the pool table with him again. Why the hell where you feeling like this. 

“Y/N-” Juice started but you roughly pushed past him through the door way. He felt like his body was on fire as yours roughly moved against his. It was out of instinct as his hand reached out for yours stopping you in your tracks. His hands felt so warm in yours. 

“I need to go, sorry.” You said not even giving him another glance before making your way down the hall. Juice let you go, he knew your name, and now at least he knows where your work. He could tell there was something off, that you where hiding something. It all confirmed that it was you that night with him on the pool table. Now the bigger issue is the little toddler that was with you. Juice wasn’t sure if he was crazy for thinking he could be the father. But something was just not sitting right with him about all this. 

[gojosharem]

Smoking with Gojo for the first time

A/N: my friend asked who would I smoke with/teach and I automatically thought of gojo. Might turn this into a series if people think it’s funny enough. Who knows this is just my first time posting. Also done very late at night in my notes app so I will edit in the morning!

CW: Drug use (just weed), Gojo Satoru, dicks

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🥬 when you first brought up the idea to smoke he was all for it.

🥬 He thought it was amusing how you would call him high as balls asking for food because you were facing the munchies.

🥬 When he went to the dispensary he didn’t actually know how much was enough and didn’t feel like calling you, so he bought a pound 😭

🥬 MF looked at the price and went “lmao I get why y/n is broke now”

🥬 Gojo saw some dick bong in the display case and had no self control and bought it.

🥬 On the way to your house he also bought a shit ton of snacks.

🥬 He did some “research” on what food tasted best when high but when he saw fruits he just bought a bunch of fruit flavored candy instead.

🥬 when he came home you yelled at him cause seriously wtf are you going to do with a POUND OF WEED and a DICK BONG

🥬 but it’s okay because they gave him free cones for buying so much bud

🥬 “No yyyy/nnnn it’s cause I’m sexy that I got you a 120 pack of large disposable Raw cones….”

🥬 Eventually when it was time to smoke he whipped out the dick bong and kept poking you with it while you were trying to pack the cones he brought.

🥬kept saying shit like “let me take a picture when ur done so I can send it to Shoko so she thinks I’m cool”

🥬 you taught him very quickly how to puff puff pass but he couldn’t understand the lingo and just nodded his head when he thought it was appropriate

🥬 Which led him to choking his first hit in and turning red

🥬 Which led it to him dropping it in his discarded sandals

🥬 and then it went out

🥬 He from then on would never forget the time his “y/n-chan” tried to kill him via asphyxiation

🥬 Over dramatic pussy 😒

🥬 After starting and finishing a new joint you both started to feel it

🥬 mid way through you realized that he was a lip sucker and kept wetting the cardboard

🥬 While seshing he kept asking ridiculous questions about politics and individuality which actually led to some great discussions

🥬 kept making “these edibles ain’t shit” jokes

🥬 He has a surprisingly high tolerance and practically smokes you out

🥬 Once he’s a regular he could probably smoke a few blunts on his own 😒

🥬 When you finally both felt your body tingle and eyes slow down you turned on some music and passed the phone to each other to play and cue music

🥬 He played a lot of Doja Cat

🥬 And Megan Thee Stallion

🥬 And then Beyoncé

🥬 “I’m playing this music to seduce you y/n, is it working?”

🥬 at one point he decided he wanted to scare the shit out of you and he started to levitate,,,,,,like fr

🥬He looked like a plank of wood rising out of his seat and just floating in mid air

🥬 Smoking with Gojo is very fun after working out the small kinks

🥬 He is a very touchy high so expect a long arm slung around your waist

🥬 and crumbs all over your shirt because he decided to eat while on top of you

🥬 After the first sesh he demands that it must be done once a month for “druggie bonding time”

🥬 You guys eventually have to sesh once or twice a week because you didn’t want the pound of weed to go bad

Smoke with Gojo he has plenty of money and you will never have to pay a day in your life

[starsstruck]

blue dream

a getting high to lovers if you will (or stonerrry). you and harry absolutely love the time you spend together with your little smoke sessions, not being able to get enough of each other. shared pipes, hummus snacks and night time swims. 

pairing: harry x reader words: 15.4k rated: M (drug usage and sexual content)

disclaimer: i am not promoting drug use. those arrested for marijuana usage and possession should not be in incarcerated. please remember to be safe and smart, and happy smoking.

a/n: hello i am back again. this piece is just all fun, something that i think about far too often and wanted to bring to life ! i am very excited to share it with everyone and i hope you all enjoy ! as always please let me know your thoughts and happy reading ❣️                                                          

                                                           ***

“Brought us a little treat,” you sat yourself next to Harry, smiling hello to him.

He grinned down at you, having been waiting for the opportunity to speak you again and not getting the chance to earlier. “Thought I saw you come in. What have you got?”

Reaching through the bag that sat by your feet, digging through it until your fingers wrapped around the glass container. Shaking it as you pulled it out, knowing that Harry would immediately know what it was.

“Jo gave me this new strain they just got in.” You watched his eyebrows raise in interest. “It’s a hybrid of course. Join me?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Harry smiled, quickly standing to his feet, ready to head outside where the two of you always smoked. His place had a very cute backyard, you had no idea if it was him who made it that way with the little potted plants, or if it was someone else, but you loved it nonetheless.

It was a bit unspoken, that the two of you always smoked together. You weren’t too certain how the tradition started, neither of you being that close beforehand. But you always were bringing a little bit of weed with you when you went out, and somehow Harry was the only one wanting to join you.

Your good friend, Jo, had been working in a local dispensary for over a year now and she always brought home with her new strains that they would get in, or edibles, or just anything she wanted to try. The two of you had studied together in college, always indulging each other with your weed antics. Which apparently still have yet to stop.

Harry had been a friend of a friend to you. You had rarely seen him around, and when you did you barely spoke to him. For a good part of a year you saw him very sparingly, out with mutual friends or over at someone’s house for dinner.

It was only really in the past couple of months that the two of you grew much closer, both finding the other enjoying a smoke rather than a drink, and particularly enjoying each other’s company.

It had really started one night when you stopped by your friend Eli’s house one day after work, having promised him that you would bring by some weed since Jo had given you an amazing discount yet again.

Harry had been there as well, and although the original plan was to stop by to drop off the weed and then quickly be on your way home, they had ended up inviting you to stay for some dinner and maybe a little shared bowl or two.

After eating some salad rolls that they made when you got there, retreating to the little balcony at Eli’s place to give the new strain you brought over a try. You had spent very little time with Harry by this point, a casual acquaintance.

Though when Eli passed out nearly immediately from smoking, saying he had too much at once and needed a little lie down, it was really the first time you and Harry were alone together.

“He always falls asleep,” Harry laughed from across you on the balcony.

“That he does,” you hummed in agreement, your movements feeling languid and slow as you took a big sip of the water in front of you.

Harry was leaning back on a little chair, hands resting on his stomach and legs folded over each other. “I didn’t know you liked to smoke.” He spoke after a little moment in silence.

You laughed, knowing very well that all your friends always said maybe you enjoyed it a little too much. “Yeah, maybe a bit too much. I have a friend that works in a dispensary, she always gets me great stuff.”

“I love that,” Harry hummed, reaching out over the table between the two of you to fiddle with the lighter.

“Didn’t know you smoked either.”

He rubbed his hand over his face, pausing with a laugh. “Enjoy it a bit too much as well. Never really did it until my twenties, but only started smoking more often until a couple years ago. Like it better than drinking.”

“I get that,” you nodded along. “It’s just… nicer. Calmer.”

You had ended up spending a good part of an hour chatting with Harry. The next time you saw him was at Eli’s once again, the two of you deciding to end the night seated on his balcony with a joint being passed around. Since then, it had nearly become unspoken that if you both felt like it, you would go out for a little smoke or two together.

You grabbed your bag, pushing the glass door open to expose a little set up of chairs and a table. Settling into one of the cold chairs, placing your bag on the table and pulled out your little baggy you carried your grinder and pipe in. Harry settled in next to you, ever so attentive as you quickly worked your magic.

Picking up small buds of the plant between your nails, lightly ripping them apart and placing them haphazardly into the green grinder. Twisting it back and forth after closing the lid over the grinder, eyes flicking over to Harry.

“How’ve you been?” He asked, watching your hands quickly work around the grinder.

“Good,” humming, opening up the grinder and starting to fill up the small bowl of your pipe with the shredded bits of weed. “Work’s been a bit stressful lately.”

“Yeah, been a bit since I’ve seen you.” He nodded, eyes already on you when you looked over at him. “Everything’s okay though?”

“Yeah, nothing really knew. Just the same old problems,” grinning at him, knowing full well he’d heard about your issues at work over and over. You hated how much you annoyed people with your stories, you liked your job you really did, but there were just some things that never seemed to go away.

Reaching for the painted lighter on the table, bringing the end of your pipe to your mouth, flicking the lighter a couple times unsuccessfully as the wind blew kept blowing out the flame.

“Here,” Harry leant forward in his chair, body facing yours as he brought his hands up to cup around the pipe. Hands brushing against yours as you lit the plant, inhaling through the mouth of the pipe as you did so.

Cheeks hollowing, blowing some smoke from your nose as you inhaled again. The smoke heavy in your throat, moving the pipe away from your lips while Harry dropped his own hands back down. Breathing the smoke in slowly, waiting a beat until blowing it back out through parted lips.

Wordlessly passing it over to Harry, watching as he turned his body to block the wind and quickly lit the bowl, pipe against his mouth. Wrapping around the end just a bit, repeating your motions as he slowly inhaled with a puffing chest and hollowing cheeks.

Licking his lips as he pulled the pipe away, softly blowing the smoke out. You watched the smoke leaving his mouth, looking nearly orange as it caught the light coming from inside.

“S’nice.” He nodded, not feeling a burn in his throat. “Smooth, if that makes sense.”

“Makes a lot of sense,” you nodded, grabbing the pipe and lighter again and taking another hit. Returning the question to him, asking how he’s been and catching up on small anecdotes since the two of you had been apart.

Harry loved his time like this with you, if anything it was all he looked forward to when you’d come over with your little bag of ‘treats’ as you called it. He had always enjoyed smoking, but just talking with you outside like this was something he couldn’t believe he used to go without.

“You know you can always let me know if you need a little smoke after work,” he offered after you told him a particular story of your stress. His high had nicely settled in, the emptied pipe sitting in front the of two of you as you chatted away.

“I’ll hold you up to that,” you hummed, playing with a ring on your finger. You had never really hung out just the two of you to smoke, this little ritual always happening when you were with your other friends and would sneak out together to get a little stoned.  

A small quiet fell over the two of you, noises from chatter inside muffled with the soft music playing was all that was heard. You silently added a bit more to the bowl, not having to ask if he wanted more as both of you usually smoked about two bowls together before deciding it was enough for the night. Plus, the high was light so far, and you wanted to see where a few more hits would get you.

“Did you want to head back inside?” Quickly finishing that second bowl, pulling the little ashtray sitting on the windowsill across from you, taping out the ash.

Harry was quiet for a second, eyes narrowing on the way you so comfortably worked with the task at hand. He remembers the first time you had both gone out to his backyard space to some, just the two of you, and how you immediately made yourself at home.

“Not really,” he finally spoke, realizing he had left your question unanswered. “Kind of rather stay out here for a bit.” Sheepish smile shot in your direction, watching you offer him a big grin. He could use the nice calm summer air as an excuse, the way he was just cozy enough in his fleece sweatshirt, but truthfully, he just wanted to spend more time with you alone.

“Me too.”

He beamed when you agreed, nodding along as he watched you bring your feet up to your chair, hugging your knees to your chest. “Did you want any snacks?”

You hummed, nodding your head lightly and furrowing your brow as if deep in thought. “Do you have any hummus?”

Harry quickly left to go grab the two of you some food, upholding the silent agreement that the two of you shared. Since you usually brought the weed, he would always have no problem in offering you food, making the trade more or less equal.

You didn’t realize you were smiling to yourself while you waited for Harry outside, noticing that he never used to have the snacks you liked on hand until this became a regular thing.

Harry soon reappeared with a box of crackers tucked under his arm, some hummus and baby carrots for the sake of being healthy although you both knew the extra salty crackers were much more desirable. In his other hand were two glasses of water, handing you one so that he could place the other down.

You loved to watch his hands, secretly in awe but just how pretty they looked. Whether they were rolling a joint, cupping the flame of a lighter, or brushing against yours as you handed the pipe back and forth, you always found yourself just the slightest bit entranced with his hands.

The muffled music from inside was enough for you, excitedly opening up the box of herb flavoured crackers. This was your favourite part, when the two of you sat side by side, snacking on whatever the mood was for the night and mindlessly chattering away.

The both of you would often space out, easily forgetting what the other one was saying and never really holding a true start to end conversation. But you liked it that way, usually remembering your half-baked ideas the next day and texting Harry about them, almost finished off the conversation that way.

“What are you doing Thursday?”

Pulling your attention back towards him, waiting for you to answer him. “I get off work at 7, why?”

“You want to do something that night? Smoke a bit?”

You found yourself immediately nodding to his question. “Yeah that sounds nice. You could come by my place if you want, I live by the water, we could walk out there.”

Harry mirrored your grin. “Stunning.”

                                                          ***

Meeting Harry out by where he parked his car on the street, tote bag swung over your shoulder and folded tapestry to sit on in hand. “Hi,” you smiled, nearly shyly. The long skirt of your dress was blowing open a bit in the wind, quickly fixing it as you joined Harry.

“You live so close to the water its amazing.” He grinned, easily falling in step with you as you led the way towards the water.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, knowing the location of your studio was a dream, although the tiny place and high rent wasn’t. “My place is really small though, but its honestly worth it.”

Harry was only carrying a jacket in his hands, seemingly dressed for the opposite weather that you were, in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans.

The walk down to the water was easy, taking less than ten minutes before you were leading Harry to a little secluded area you knew was comfortable to sit back in. The sun had just set, the sky would soon be getting even darker but a little hazy blue still remained above.

There was nearly no one by the water, only a couple other groups of people who were enjoying the cooling evening. You dropped your bag down to the ground, happy with your spot, watching Harry follow suit as he sat on the tapestry you spread out.

While you pulled out your usual bag and container that held everything you needed, Harry flipped through his music library on his phone until The Modern Lovers started playing, not too loudly. He watched as you repeated the same actions you always did, placing the pipe on the tapestry that you were sitting on, lighter next to it.

“I’ve never tried this one,” his eyes moved from your fingers to meet your gaze. “The strain I mean. Jo told me it’s one of the best she’s tried.”

“Hybrid?” He knew you usually would go for hybrids, finding the best middle ground with them. Only once did the two of you smoke a heavy indica. You had fallen asleep with your legs draped over his lap, head against the armrest of the couch.

“Of course,” you grinned, eyes flicking up to his briefly before focusing back on your task at hand. “Jo described the high as dreamy.”  

“I like the sound of that.” Harry hummed, telling himself that most highs with you were in fact, dreamy.

Quickly filling the bowl of your ever-trusty blue pipe, flicking the lighter to light the buds while you brought the mouth of the pipe to your lips.

“It’s nice,” you spoke as you exhaled, not feeling the burning in your throat that would sometimes occur. You took another quick hit, exhaling the smoke from your nose before sucking in through your lips again.

Passing the glass pipe over to him, slowly letting the smoke blow out of your mouth. Harry repeated the same motion as you, resting his elbows on his knees with his legs spread out. You followed the way his head titled back slightly to blow the smoke out up, lips puckering as it left in a quick straight line.

“Fuck,” he muttered, mostly to himself. The lighter wasn’t properly titled when he went in for another take, the flame flicking just past his thumb. Shaking his hand out at the dull pain of the burn, while rubbing his index finger over the spot.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, moving the pipe away from his mouth and observed the red skin of his thumb. “Just a little burn.”

“Here,” you snatched the lighter from his hand. Flicking on the lighter for him, wordlessly motioning for him to take another hit.

Harry was perfectly able to do it himself, it was barely a first degree burn and it happened to everyone, even the most vetted smokers when they had to tilt their lighter down. But you had moved closer to him, turning your body to face his and your bent leg was resting right on his, so he didn’t mind.

“Thank you,” he couldn’t help the little smirk, before he went to inhale through the pipe. You rested your elbow on his bent knee, bringing your other hand to cup around the flame. His eyes were focused on yours as the two of you stilled for a second – that quick second ending when you dropped both hands away to rest on your legs.

You didn’t move from your spot so close to him until the bowl was finished, passing the pipe back and forth until it was all ash. You sat back around so that your back was leaning against the log with Harry by your side.

Although not facing each other anymore, you still sat close so that your bare arm was leaning against his covered one. The high settled in nicely, both chattering away about whatever came to mind until a small silence overtook you.

“Didn’t realize it was so dark out.” You said, head titling back against the wood behind you so that you could observe the stars. The beach had slowly emptied, the faint sounds of another group somewhere around you but not in sight.

Harry hummed. “The water looks nice.” He was right, it did. Although in the dark light, it was shimmering and it felt like every ripple on the surface was heightened.

“Didn’t really think this through,” Harry suddenly spoke from next to you, pulling your attention away from where the water hit the shore.

“Hm?”

“Not really in the right state to drive home anytime soon.” His eyes were still focused forward, watching the way the crescent moon reflected on the water in front of the two of you.

“Oh,” you paused, for what seemed like far too long but neither of you really noticed. “You could always stay at mine.”

He faced you at your words, small smile playing at his lips and heavy eyes looking into yours. “If it’s not too much trouble…”

Shaking your head slightly, not breaking his gaze as the breeze blew between the two of you. “No trouble at all.”

His eyes narrowed on the way your mouth remained slightly parted, before biting your lips together with a small smile twitching on the corners of your lips. He didn’t think about, or even care for that matter, that he was so shamelessly staring at your mouth in the moment.

Snapping himself out of his daze, small hum with a nod to confirm your invitation, turning his attention back to the scenery in front of you.

Sighing softly as you turned around as well, breeze carrying a soft smell of the water and soil around you. Maybe it was because you were the slightest bit out of your mind at the moment – it was probably due to your feeling of dehydration – but you really wanted to submerge yourself in that feeling the smell of the breeze was giving you.

Not being able to take your eyes off the water in front of you, wanting nothing more than to feel the coolness that it likely held all around you. Standing suddenly, Harry’s head spinning towards you at your fast movement.

“I want to swim.”

Taking a few steps away from Harry, tempting your way towards the water and only stopping when his voice called out from behind you. “Is that – I mean is that really the best idea?”

Turning around, seeing him rise to his feet as well but staying put with his hands on his hips, watching you from a distance. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well,” his voice was slow, and you didn’t even realize he had started walking towards you. “You’re not exactly sober, darling. Plus, it’s almost too dark out.”

He was right about the last part, the only real source of light right now was coming from the moon, that had just begun its path towards becoming full and was not offering that much light. The road wasn’t too far off, street lights lining it, but much to far off to offer any real lighting.

“I’m not swimming swimming, just a little dip,” you kept your eyes on him as he moved to stand next to you, not too far off from where the water hit the land. “Join me?”

“It’s going to be cold.” He hummed, not saying no.

“That’s kind of the point, no?”

His eyes narrowed on yours for a moment, briefly wondering what could possibly be going through your mind. “Doesn’t make too much sense.”

A breathy laugh left your lips, looking away from Harry and towards the water. “It’s just…” you didn’t know how to word what seemingly clear thoughts you had moment ago. “You know that feeling when you float in water and like, you feel heavy against the water but light at the same time?”

A small “yeah” that was nearly a whisper was the only noise Harry made, a silence falling around the pair of you before speaking again. “And then the water doesn’t really feel like water, its just something that’s nearly all consuming?”

Silence fell between you again, turning to Harry. Slow nod as he briefly looked over at you, grinning once again. “Didn’t realize you liked swimming so much.”

“I don’t,” you shrugged, “I just. Really want to be in the water right now.”

He laughed at your words, a deep laugh that made you smile along, eyes slowing in on him as you watched him tug his sweatshirt off above his head. Dropping it to the ground next to him without a care, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“You’re gonna swim with me?” Murmuring as you tugged on your own clothes, untying the knot that held the fabric of your dress in at the waist.

“’Can’t have you splashing around there in the dark alone, can we?” He couldn’t help letting his eyes fell to where your fingers were moving to undo the buttons that’s lined the front of your dress.

Pulling down his loose fit jeans in one quick motion, kicking them aside and trying his best not to look at every new inch of exposed skin that you had uncovered after letting the long dress fall to the ground.

Offering Harry a smile that could almost been seen as shy, surprisingly not feeling cold in only your underwear and flimsy bralette. Shoes had long been abandoned, and you took a breath before taking the few steps needed to get to the water.

Not stopping when the cold water hit your feet, then shins, then knees, only turning around to see Harry following you once the water was just under your hips. Unlike you, he seemed to be taking much bigger bolder steps in the water. He shot you a little smile, before lunging forward with a messy little dive and soon he disappeared under the water.

He quickly reappeared, hair flat against his head before he brought a hand up to push it off his forehead. Easily finding his footing, standing a bit out of the water. He was far enough from you that only his silhouette was really visible, but the moon caught the gleam in his eyes. “Thought you were swimming?”

Pausing for another moment, before a laugh shook through you. Your legs had warmed up as the skin got used to the temperature of the water, moving in a bit deeper before taking the literal leap like Harry did and submerging yourself in the water.

The feeling of the water all around you was exactly like you had imagined it would be, and nothing like it at all. The cold water was a bit of a shock, but once your head emerged from the water and the warm night air hit you, you felt so relaxed.

“Exactly what I needed.” Laughing as you rubbed water out of your eyes, no doubt smudging the makeup you forgot you had on.

Harry’s mind slowed, probably because of the bowl he smoked earlier, but the fact that he was even under any kind of influence evaded him. You were close enough that he could distinguish separate drops of water shining in the moonlight, running down your neck. He was close enough that if he wanted, he could reach out and stop them from sinking down over your skin. And he did want to. He didn’t realize he was staring at you without saying anything for a while until his eyes met yours, his mind really slowing like he was in a cheesy movie and they slowed down the scene.

And right on cue, you pushed your hand through the water in one quick motion, splashing water onto his face.

Taking a moment to process your action, cool water dripping from where it hit his chin at your childish action. His hand moved in a near mirroring of yours, splashing water right back to you with enough force that had you rubbing water from your eyes afterwards.

Your mouth was dropped to an O, even though you had started the attack. Your lips moved as if you were about to speak. Instead a little laugh has heard while you turned away from him.

Water of course slowing you down as you tried to run away from him, only taking three wide slow steps before his presence was felt behind you. Small gasp leaving your lips when his warm skin came in contact with yours, arms wrapping around your waist as he trapped you in against him.

Harry’s mind slowed again, arms tightening against you as he kept his footing firm, your back resting against his chest. He was certain that you’d be able to feel his heartbeat, not caring at the moment if you noticed how fast it was beating.

“Where are you going?”

His breath tickled your skin, not being able to help the shiver that ran down your spine – it could be blamed on the cool water or the night air, but it was really Harry’s presence behind you. His chin brushed over your shoulder, resting there for a moment.

It wasn’t until you turned around in his arms, leaving a tiny space between the two of you with just enough that when you breathed in your chest nearly brushed his, that Harry found himself truly lost for words. The water covering your skin was glowing in the dim moonlight, and he tried not to think too much about the few thin pieces of fabric that were separating the two of you.

“I want to try something.” You whispered, eyes flicking away from his for a moment to look up at the sky, before moving down to his again.

His breathing stopped, mind reeling with what you could possibly mean. Although slowly, he let you slip from his grasp and sink deeper into the water a bit, before pushing yourself up from the ground and laying your head back in the water as you moved to float on your back.

Your eyes focused on the stars above you, loving the clear sky and lightly disconnecting from the fact that you were floating in water, instead feeling like you were floating along those stars. You should feel cold by now, but you really didn’t. Your skin burned from where Harry’s skin had just been on yours, if anything you felt hot at the moment.

For what seemed like the thousandth time that night, Harry felt like everything was moving in slow motion. He dragged his eyes down your exposed body, the water on your skin glistening in the dim light. What little clothing you had on was slipping in the water, the swell of your breasts nearly exposed from under the thin fabric as you rested on your back.

He watched your eyes shut, a complete silence seeming to surround the two of you and he felt so completely at peace, deciding to follow suit and move to float gently on his back next to you.

Neither of you really knew how much time was past like this. It could’ve been less than a minute for all you knew, but it felt like an eternity. Like you had fallen asleep and this was your dream.

Eventually though, you woke up. Goosebumps were starting to rise on your skin, the cold of the water finally catching up to you. Moving your leg out to the direction that Harry was, lightly kicking him in the water as you wordlessly regained your footing in the water.

“Getting chilly,” you hummed, hugging your arms to your chest.

Harry truly could not help it when his eyes briefly dropped to where your chest stood out, hoping you didn’t notice or say anything, a deciding to blame his slip up on his state of mind. “Let’s get you warmed up then.”

The two of you wadding out of the water, jumping over to your discarded clothes. You were hit with the realization that all you had with you was you dress. It was long, going down to your shins but it was still sleeveless and probably wouldn’t do that much in keeping you warm, especially with wet skin.

“Did you want my sweatshirt?’ You briefly wondered if you had voiced all your thoughts out loud, as Harry handed his big sweatshirt over to you.

“What about you?”

“I brought my jacket, remember?” He grinned, reaching down to grab the light coat sitting against the sand. “It’s really no trouble,” adding afterwards, obviously noticing you were unsure.

“Okay,” you spoke slowly, realizing you were still nearly naked and quickly pulled on your dress before grabbing his sweatshirt. “Thank you.”

Your dress was sticking to you, nearly uncomfortably but you didn’t mind too much. Harry’s shirt was soft and warm, the perfect thing you needed to be wrapped in right now. You watched Harry pull on his trousers and zipping on his jacket. He looked a bit silly with a jacket and no shirt, but you were not one to comment considering that you were the reason he looked so silly.

You sat down with a sigh, shaking out your hair briefly, not caring that it was going to be a bit of a mess as it dried. Harry sat down next to you, silent for a bit as you both sat unsure of what the next move was.

“Do you want to,” looking over at him for a second, nearly nervous. “Smoke a bit more? Don’t really feel it anymore and this has been one of the nicest highs I’ve had in so long.”

“Sure,” Harry smiled, wiping his hands on his pants. “You’re right, it is really nice. It’s like,” he paused, thinking over his words. “Not completely stoned and out of it, but just relaxed. Feel like all my senses are heighted. My head is clear, but everything is a bit…slow.” Like all my senses are on fire, he wanted to say, but still found it in himself to sensor his words.

“Yeah.” The word was a small whisper from your lips, nodding along as he perfectly described how you felt.

“Plus,” he tapped his leg with yours as you pulled your small pipe from your bag. “Makes it better to get stoned with you. No one else I would float around with.”

Even in the cooler summer air, your body warmed at his words. “Same here.” That was all you could say.

He watched as you picked small buds from the container, quickly shutting your grinder and giving it a good amount of twists until you were satisfied. Nimble fingers plucking the plant from the grinder and placing them in the bowl of the pipe, making sure no ash was stuck in it. Gently placing the closed grinder on your lap, fishing your lighter from your bag and offering him the pipe for the first hit.

Hand wrapping around yours as he grabbed the pipe from you. You watched his lips pucker, bringing the pipe up, quickly flicking the lighter as he inhaled the smoke through the pipe.

There was something about watching someone look so peaceful as the exhaled smoke. Seeing Harry do it though, was always especially nice. He always tilted his head up slightly, jaw tense as he blew the smoke out from parted lips.

Passing it over to you, as you repeated his motions and he repeated yours as he watched you exhale.

Continuing in silence, passing the pipe back and forth a couple more times before you opened back up the grinder to add a few more pieces of the plant. Harry watched you light the bowl again, unable to take his eyes away from where you mouth met the pipe.

He had an idea. One he had had a while back actually, but it seemed to be a much better idea right now. It was the oldest trick in the book. A tale as old as time.

“There’s something I was always curious about,” he started, voice slow as he watched your every move. Turning to him with a lazy grin, handing him the pipe and watched as he fidgeted with the lighter.

“Have you ever shotgunned smoke?”

Your lips curved into a smile, knowing exactly where he was going. “Yeah… years ago when I was younger, like at parties.”

He hummed at your words, slowly nodding. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head, lips pressed to a line as he bit down on them. His eyes were bleary, and hair starting to dry in every direction. “I’ve never tried,” he started slowly. “Always had been curious if it really worked or not.”

You couldn’t help the small laugh, imagining the words he was going to say next. “Can’t really pinpoint if it does…”

“Well,” he shifted his body bit more towards yours. “We could try? You don’t have to of course, I’m just –”

“Curious.” You said the word for him, nodding. “Yeah I – if you want.”

“Okay,” his voice had dropped to nearly a whisper as he tried to not sound too eager. You moved towards him, so that your body was facing him a bit more, while still sitting close enough that your leg brushed his.

He brought the pipe up to his mouth, eyes stuck on yours. He slowly inhaled the smoke, cheeks hollowing and eyes briefly fluttering shut. Keeping his mouth closed as he moved the pipe away from his mouth and brought his other hand to hold a gentle grasp of your jaw.

Your tongue quickly darted out, wetting your lips and leaving them parted. His hand under your chin was warm. He knew very well this was probably some kind of line that would be crossed, but that was kind of the point, wasn’t it?

Titling his head down, mouth parting open to meet yours. His eyes shut closed, knowing this technically wasn’t a real kiss but wanting to treat it as such.

Your lips were soft and warm, and for a moment he forgot that he was supposed to be passing the smoke from his mouth to yours, and not kiss into your mouth until he couldn’t breath.

Harry was always warm around you. Being wrapped in his sweatshirt, having his hand on your jaw, and having his mouth against yours had you burning hot. You could feel him start to pull away from you after passing the smoke from his mouth to yours, and you couldn’t help but pucker your lips the slightest bit.

He was sure he imagined it. Your lips had barely moved against his, he wasn’t sure if it was real or not. It was as if you were about to kiss him, as if your lips were about to pucker and slide against his.

Instead, he moved his on yours. All very brief and very light, he kept his hand by your jaw and held you in place, just as you made no sign of moving away. Pressing just a small kiss on your parted lips, letting his mouth linger on yours before slowly moving away.

Watching you blink your eyes open as he did the same, completely unable to help the small smirk that grew on his lips. Letting out a little breath as the smoke escaped your mouth, unable to look away from Harry.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, a moment a bit too long.

He broke the silence with a little laugh. “Did you… feel anything?”

You knew he was talking about the weed, on the surface he was anyway. But you also knew that he was so obviously hinting at something more, at that little almost kiss and you couldn’t find it in yourself to form one coherent thought.

“Yeah,” seemed to be the only thing you could utter right now, stuck in some kind of staring contest with him. His hand moved from your jaw, shifting a bit to sit back in his original position. You were a bit fucked out, more than a bit.

The high was the kind that made you feel calm, like you floated when you walked. Like you were sitting on a cloud instead of having to use your limbs. And, it was the kind of high that made every glance and touch that much more electric, every conversation that much more intimate.

And now sitting so close to Harry, neither of you speaking and seemingly stuck in this trance with each other, you felt like your entire body was on fire.

Though the longer the silence went on, the calmer you got and soon you were nearly laughing to yourself for no apparent reason. Relaxing in your seated position, leaning up against the log behind your backs.

Nearly at the same time, each of you looked down to the pipe that remained in Harry’s hand. Noticing it was mostly ash, and that you had both probably had enough to smoke, you decided to pack it all back up.

“Think I’ve had enough,” you hummed, feeling your high settle in nicely. Harry nodded, twisting his body around to knock out the ash from the pipe behind him. “Same here. Also I’m really starting to feel the cold.”

“You good to head back?” Brushing your hands on your dress, gathering everything up in your tote bag before turning over to Harry.

Nodding, suddenly remembering that he would be staying over at yours. That conversation felt like ages ago, like the two of you were two completely different people now than you were before. “That sounds good.”

The walk back was even quicker, both talking about whatever came to mind. You were aware of the way his arm kept brushing against yours, the way he would slightly pause the conversation when you would glance up at him.

Leading Harry up the steps that led to your door, relaxing once you entered your studio and immediately grabbing two glasses of water as you guys had emptied the bottles you brought.

“I think I have some clothes you could borrow.” You mused, finishing water as you watched Harry from across your kitchen. “Some baggy basketball shorts that I have.”

“I’m sure it’ll do,” Harry laughed, suddenly remembering how uncomfortable he was in his current clothes. His boxers had dried since your swim, but his pants still felt damp and sticky to his skin, and he wasn’t about to sleep in just his jacket. Or even his sweatshirt, but he was more than fine leaving that with you if that’s what you wanted.

You disappeared around a corner, no doubt going to look for the shorts in question. You had easily found them, happy to be true to your word, and grabbed a shirt and shorts for yourself to change into.

“Hope they fit,” you hummed, oddly aware by how quiet your apartment was. “Did you want to shower or anything?”

He shook his head, big smiling still playing on his lips. “I probably should, but I honestly really don’t feel like a shower right now.”

“I get that,” you agreed with a laugh. “The washroom is right over there. Towels in the cupboard under the sink if you need one, feel free to use anything in there.”

He only smiled over at you again, before heading to the direction that you pointed him to. You knew that you always felt a bit uneasy when you were staying over at someone’s house unplanned, especially if you had never stayed at their house before. You hoped Harry felt comfortable.

While he was in the washroom, you cleaned up the clothes that were haphazardly thrown across your floor by your bed, making sure there were enough pillows and blankets. He quickly reappeared, in nothing but that pair of your shorts.

They fit him okay, clearly a bit snug on him but you pretended not to notice. Placing his clothes on your counter, watching as you stood back up to face him. His hair was sticking up all around his face, very much unstyled after getting wet and drying outside.

“So, my couch is obviously really small,” you murmured. “It’s easiest to just share the bed, if that’s good with you.”

“Yeah of course,” he couldn’t help the smile at the thought of sharing a bed with you all night long. You nodded, telling him to make himself comfortable as you went to change in the washroom. You didn’t realize how high you were in that moment until you caught sight of yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes heavy and red, hair a mess, looking a bit silly in a long dress and big sweatshirt. Unable to help the laugh that overtook your body, washing your face and teeth before changing. You blinked slowly in the mirror, unable to focus on any aspect of your face as you always thought it was so weird when you were faced with your appearance under the influence.

Shaking any odd thought out of your head, and leaving the washroom to find Harry already made at home in your bed. He was off to one side, phone in hand and under the blanket.

Harry’s eyes jumped to you as the bathroom door swung open. You looked warm, even in a teeshirt and shorts, but you looked calm and relaxed and it made him ease onto your mattress as bit more. You sent him a smile, turning off the light by your washroom but keeping your bedside lamps on. He noticed you had quite a few lamps though your place, oddly placed around where your bed was.

“Did you want a snack, or want to watch something or…?” You trailed off, ever the host even if you couldn’t fully process your thoughts.

“I’m okay, just kinda nice to sit back y’know?” He acted as if he was tired, although oddly feeling the most awake he’d been all day.

You slid into the sheets next to him with a little nod, glad he agreed with you. Although, you felt like it was quiet, so quiet. Didn’t you usually talk more? You couldn’t remember. Being stoned with Harry was something that had happened countless times, and you were always comfortable with him, but right now you couldn’t help feel the slightest bit nervous.

The bed was soft around you, the faint smell of sandalwood incense lingering in the air. As soon as you settled in next to Harry, leaving a gap, you felt slightly more intoxicated. You knew you weren’t, that it was just the fact that you were finally lying down without any distractions (except for the man next to you), that the weed made its full affect known to you.

Making yourself comfortable on your mattress, completely in your own head.

Your nervousness was fully realized, when the feeling of the dull ache building between your thighs made itself completely known. Something that happened after smoking and was very much not helped by the memory of Harry’s lips pressed against yours, and apparently as soon as you fully relaxed next to him it, made itself known.

The subtle throbbing was overly distracting, attempting to squeeze your thighs together subtly and trying not to think about it. Realizing you hadn’t said anything in a bit, only readjusting yourself and squirming in the bed next to Harry.

“Are you okay?”

Harry’s voice was low and if anything, it made you feel even more antsy.

“Yeah,” muttering, as you shifted on the bed again and moved onto your side with the pillow pressing against your cheek. “Its just kind of… hot.”

If he caught the double meaning in your words, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he mentally paused for a second before his hand moved without his mind. He shifted a bit so that he could fully face you, as he brought his hand over to you and brushed his fingertips along your cheek.

“Burning hot,” he whispered, eyes focused on yours as he watched every reaction you had to him. You blinked quickly at his touch, just as he shifted on the mattress as well to lay facing you.

He trailed his fingers away from your face and down to your shoulder. Rubbing small little circles over your arm, moving along any line and curve in skin and muscle that was exposed to him.

“Feel’s nice,” you murmured, eyes shutting gently. Not so much in exhaust but in content. And although the feeling of his skin on yours was sending continuous little jolts through and under your skin, you didn’t want him to stop. It definitely wasn’t helping with the ache between your thighs, praying he didn’t notice at the way you shifted slightly to squeeze your legs together.

His fingers trailed along your folded arm, moving down to your hand that was resting by your face on the mattress. No words were shared, but you moved your palm to face upwards and let him play with your hand.

Mindlessly playing with each others fingers, your eyes peaking open as you grabbed his fingers in your hand, lightly tracing lines up his palm. Flipping his hand around in yours, tracing around and playing with the rings that he was still wearing.

Index finger trailing over his individual digits, your lip slipping between your teeth. You always noticed his hands, always working quickly when rolling joints, holding you warmly, and now toying with yours mindlessly as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What are you thinking?” Harry apparently knew you better than you realized, and maybe it had been slightly odd that you were completely silent. He could see your eyes flick over his skin, narrowing and brow furrowing every once and a while.

Your bleary eyes jumped up to his own, pausing as you registered his question. “I – it’s nothing.”

“Seems like its something,” he murmured, hand squeezing your own.

“It’s a secret,” weakly stated, watching Harry’s lips twitch with a smile at your feeble words.

“I’ll tell you one if you tell me yours,” he muttered, eyes flicking away from yours for a moment. You laughed lightly at the juvenile nature of his words, finding yourself agreeing to him.  

“Okay…”

Your hesitation only made him more curious. His eyes narrowed on you, anticipating your answer and watching every thought run across your features. “I – the high, the weed, it made me a bit… hot.”

“Y’already said that.” Harry was surprised by how hoarse his voice came out, mind jumping to conclusions about what you meant (even though he was right).

“I mean,” you couldn’t hold his intense eyes anymore. “Hot. You know… randy.”

He spluttered a laugh at your choice of words. “Randy?”

Your hand left his, covering half of your face with it instead with a little laugh. “It’s embarrassing.”

Although it really wasn’t. And you would be way more embarrassed if it wasn’t for your state of intoxication, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you were fairly sure Harry was feeling the same way.

And he was. Had been all night in fact, had been every time the two of you shared a bowl and you sat just a little too close to him, or stared at his mouth just a little too long.

“You said you had a secret too.” Your voice broke Harry out of his reverie. You were barely peaking up at him, and Harry once again felt like he was living in a movie, scenes unfolding in front of his eyes in slow motion.

“I can’t stop thinking about your lips.”

He propped himself up on his elbow a bit, able to fully glance down at you. You blinked quickly at his words, rolling over to your back seemingly deep in thought. You looked perfectly fucked out, eyes heavy and a big lazy smile lining your lips. “And what about it?”

He wanted to wipe that stupid smirk from your mouth. “Need to kiss you again.”

Suddenly your hand was behind his neck, prompting him to lower his face down until his mouth gently slotted over yours. His mouth was just as warm as it was before, softly kissing onto your top lip as he leant his body over yours.

You rolled towards him a bit, as his chest covered yours, legs lying next to yours on the mattress. The hand that wasn’t holding him up came down to your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. Lips sliding over his, letting his tongue lazily brush against your mouth.

Sigh making its way from the back of his throat, reveling in the way you felt against him. Unable to get this out of his head since he shotgunned that smoke, since the beginning of the night, since the past couple of months in fact, finally happy to have under him with your lips pressed together.

Your fingers were weaving through his hair, other hand grabbing at his arm and tracing blind drawings on his skin. Kisses were growing deeper from soft sucking lips, grazing into each other mouths. He was sweet, like a raspberry, not too sugary and just sour enough to make you want more.

You didn’t realize you were gasping for air until he briefly pulled away, eyes fluttering open and lips curving to a lazy smile while peering down at you. His breath was heavy against yours, body sliding over a bit more so that his leg pushed its away between yours, not completely crushing you.

Another second passed, before you were chasing his mouth again. Easily falling back into the heavy kisses you were sharing, pulling more and more out of each other until soft whimpers were being shared between your mouths.

You don’t know if it was the weed or just Harry – probably a bit of both – but every touch on your skin was like a little jolt of hypersensitivity. His hand had moved down your arm again, grabbing at your waist, your hip, until his fingertips were just pushing up under your shirt and gently rubbing into the skin at your side. His bare legs were tangled with yours, not yet brushing where you were burning for him but making you feel like your legs ended and his began, not a single ounce of distance between your bodies.

And his mouth, his pretty mouth that you so often watched wrap around the butt of a joint, or the end of a pipe, was making you feel like you were in a dream. Moistened lips never leaving yours, experimenting with you as they pushed and pulled on your own. Teeth nipping you bottom lip, quickly peppering small kisses against your mouth before licking deeply into your mouth again; it felt like you might pass out from the overwhelming sense of his kisses.

You marveled in the way he grunted when you pulled on his hair, or whined when you moved your lips away form his for even a second. He was so enamoured with the way you pushed your chest up with a little back arch as his fingers gripped your particularly tight, and the soft woodsy scent of your room mingled with your sweet perfume.

He felt completely woozy with every sensation of you.

Just as he was running out of breath once again, he felt your hand snake up from his arm up to his shoulder. “Wait,” you breathed out against Harry, patting his shoulder. He quickly retreated from your mouth, eyes flicking between yours.

“Sorry I –” he cut himself off at your breathy giggle and wide smile.

You smacked your lips together, accentuating your point. “My mouth feels really dry.”

“Oh,” Harry breathed out a little giggle, head dipping down slightly. “Mine too.”

“I’ll grab us some water.” You patted his chest again, wordlessly telling him to move off of you. He complied easily, rolling over to his side and watched you slowly push yourself off the mattress, feet hitting the floor.

Your hair was untamed from your dip in the water earlier, eyes glazed over and lips kissed even darker. Harry watched the fabric of your shorts ride up your thighs, exposing just the slightest bit of your backside and his mind whirled with the memory of you nearly naked with him in the water.

Taking a second before pushing himself up from the bed, following to where you stood in the kitchen filling up two glasses of water. Silently handing him one of them, keeping his gaze with a little smile dancing on your lips while you brought the glass up to your mouth.

Tipping the glass back, he mirrored your motion and watched as you quickly finished up the water. Bringing the back of your hand to wipe at the water on the corner of your mouth, Harry didn’t know why the small and mundane move made even more blood rush to his bulge.

Refilling your cup, finishing off your second glass before turning back to Harry. His hair was sticking out every direction, eyes a bit red and small smile permanently etched on his lips. He reached out a hand across the kitchen, silently asking for you to place your own hand in his.

He pulled you towards him, laughing as you spun on your feet a bit until he had both his arms around you again. His bum hitting the counter behind him as he leant against it, pulling you close into his chest as you mirrored his actions and wrapped your arms around his middle.

“Feel better?” Chest vibrated against yours as he spoke.

“Yeah,” your voice was a whisper. “Mouth feels… wet.”

“Wet?” His eyebrows shot up, dimples on full display at his wide smile. “I like the sound of that.”

It was very apparent to you that he liked the sound of that, his hard bulge very obvious in the too small shorts you gave him, and even more apparent when his pressed his hips against your thigh. You only hummed at his words, reveling in your closeness as your nails dug into the bare skin of his back.

His lips quickly found yours again, wanting to pick up right where you left off. You weren’t giving him back the same fervour, pressing smaller pecks to his mouth and letting him chase your mouth. His lips brushed over yours but you tilted your head away as soon as he leaned it for more, hushed giggled leaving your parted lips.

A little groan building in the back of Harry’s throat at your teasing, seeking out your mouth. Growing impatient, he held you tight and in one motion spun you around so that you were now the one against the counter, trapped in by Harry’s body.

“Much better,” he muttered against your lips, catching the little smirk that he had every intention of kissing away.

You sighed beautifully against him, pressing your hips against his own and feeling the very prominent bulge that had been growing in his pants ever since your little dip in the water. Every inch of him that was on you was sending a new wave of heat under your skin. Unable to distinguish what was real and what was an effect of the weed making you feel like Kissing Harry was the only thing to keep you alive.

And then he was kissing you again. One hand still gripped at your hip, while the other moved to cup your face and tilt it towards his. His lips slid against yours slowly, kiss growing in fervour very quickly. Your hands found their way back to his hair, tugging and scratching your nails along his scalp.

Pitched whine was pulled from your mouth, his warm chest pressed against you, kiss a bit frenzied as hands seemed unable to rest on one spot on your body. Grabbing at your hip, sliding over to your ass with a little squeeze and prompted you to push your hips against his.

Other hand sliding up under your thin shirt, fingers rubbing into the skin of your tummy. His lips moved to press kisses along your cheek, urging your head to tilt back until he was licking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck. His mouth was hot on you, whispers of your name while you whined up at the ceiling. Head dipping down until his mouth met the collar of your shirt, taking his sweet time to memorize the sweet smell of your skin and every spot that made you whimper his name.

Suddenly stepping back from you, your eyes fluttered open as if in a haze while you searched for his touch again. He was standing just a couple inches away from you, hands still resting at your sides under your shirt.

“Let’s get this off of you, baby.” He whispered, pulling tightly on the fabric of your shirt.

Lifting your arms up in the air a bit, surprised by how heavy they felt, you tilted your head at him. “Help me?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Hands slowly pushing up under your shirt, bunching up the fabric while he exposed more of your skin. Brushing over the swell of your breasts, lifting your arms a bit higher to allow him to pull the garment over you completely.

Shirt ending up on the counter next to you, forgotten completely when Harry’s eyes roamed over your skin. The bralette that you were swimming in already left little to the imagination, but no daydream or fantasy could do you justice.

“You are,” he sighed, closing the little gap once again as his thumbs ran over the underside of your breasts. “A dream.”

His hands palmed over your chest while he kissed you, your teeth clashing as you whispered your name against him.

Taking your time kissing him, hand sliding over the expanse of his back before you reached the small curls hanging above his neck, tugging on them between your fingers. He was licking into your mouth, pulling soft sighs from the back of your throat while he kept you pinned against the counter with his hips.

Hand on the band of the shorts he was borrowing, you slid a finger underneath and quickly released it to snap the elastic against his skin. “Come back to bed?”

You had caught him slightly off guard, pushing against his chest so that he took a step back and you slid out from between him and the counter, pulling at the waistband of his shorts again.

Shooting him one more glance over your shoulder, starting to walk the short distance back to the bed. He quickly followed suit, pitched gasp leaving your lips as he took you by surprise, arms gripping you tight and pulling you onto the bed with him.

Falling on the mattress on top of him, readjusting yourself so that you had a leg on either side of his waist, your bare chests pressed against one another.

“Quite like you like this,” Harry hummed, as your lips kissed at his jaw. Leaving small bites on the side of his neck, moaning at the way his hand moved to grab your ass, giving it a light smack.

Clothed core rolling against his crotch when he repeated the action, spurring you on while your mouth kept working on the skin under his jaw. “Like you like this very much.”

You had nearly forgotten about your state of intoxication, until Harry wrapped his arms tight around your waist and sat up. You shifted down bit on him, straddling his lap as the two of you sat so closely intertwined. You didn’t even register the movement until seconds later, your mind needing to slow down from the quick movement.

“You good?” You face must’ve expressed your dazed mind, while Harry’s quiet voice broke you out of your reverie.

“Yes,” you said, unable to help the little laugh the accompanied your every word. “The weed is just… this is such a nice high.”

“It really is,” Harry hummed, while you dipped your head down and ghosted your lips over his shoulder.

“Do you remember that time I got so spaced out, couldn’t hold a conversation?” You giggled, lips brushing his neck as you moved your head away and kept you arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Shifting on his lap a bit, chest resting against his as you couldn’t help the laugh that was building at the memory. His thumbs rubbed parallel circles in the spot above your hips, lips smoothing over your hairline. “Which time?” He was quite frankly finding it hard to think of anything else at this moment.

“There were a few,” you nodded, head moving away from the crook of his neck. “But with those edibles, those chocolate cookies remember? There were walnuts or something in them.”

You shifted on him, lifting yourself up for a second to straighten out your legs, completely sitting on his lap and wrapping your legs around his hips to have the two of you sitting pressed against the other. Harry sucked his lips in between his teeth, as you moved over just where he wanted you to.

“Those one’s yes,” his shoulders shook with a laugh. “I’d never seen you so out of it, was a bit worried.”

Tightening your thighs around him, squeezing him lightly. “I fell asleep practically on top of you,” murmuring softly, recalling when he had let you have his bed since you weren’t having a good high.

Your laughter had more or less died down, smile hadn’t left your lips all night and it was the last thing he saw before his eyes fluttered shut when you moved in to kiss him again. You hummed softly against him, Harry’s hands rubbing up and down your bare sides, before sliding all the way down and dug his fingertips into the skin of your bum.

Grinding your centre over his bulge, soft moan building in Harry’s throat at the tight pressure. The only way you could be any closer to him in this moment was if the two thin layers of clothing were removed, which you were promptly working on.

Your legs wrapped all the way around him, hips rolling against his as his hands guided you over him. You were sighing into his mouth, teeth biting into his top lip before he dipped his head down to kiss under your jaw.

And suddenly, hands that let go of your skin pushed you back against the mattress. You blinked in your daze, eyes trailing up over Harry as he sat up on his knees, before swiftly hovering back over you. Lips finding their place on your neck once again, humming against you.

Whimpering as his mouth moved down over your chest, lips circling around your nipple with a harsh suck. Your hands flew to his shoulders, fingertips trailing up to play with his hair while his mouth moved over are your exposed skin.

Warm and wet kisses followed suit, open mouth lightly biting down on your skin. He was whispering mindless things against you, just making out small praises.

Your hips were lifting against nothing in the air, urging him to pull off the little shorts as his lips trailed over your stomach. Large hand grabbing at your thigh, pushing it out as his head moved past right where you wanted him and his lips kissed up your thigh instead.

“Harry,” his name was a whine leaving your lips.

His eyes flitted up to your face for a second, mentally kicking himself for not doing it sooner. Your bottom lip was firmly lodged between your teeth, eyes barely open but a little smile still playing at your lips. He thought you looked fucked out before, but this was something completely new.

“What do you want?” Open mouth biting down at your thigh, quickly licking over the spot as your hips jolted again.

“You. Please,” you propped yourself up a bit on an elbow. “Touch me.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He hooked his thumbs in the band of your shorts, your hips quickly jolting up to help him pull them over your hips. Quickly pulling them down, flicking them aside without a care once they were pulled over your feet.

“Truly a dream,” Harry’s mouth dropped, shamelessly dragging his eyes over every inch of your body. Hand quickly back on you, pushing your legs apart until your knees hit the mattress. “A dream,” he repeated, leaning back down towards you. His lips on your inner most sensitive skin of your thigh, hands holding your hips tightly.

One of your hands smoothed over your own stomach, fingertips just over where you wanted to feel him. You could feel his breath hitting your skin, a sharp inhale as your middle finger teased yourself just above your clit. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Just,” your voice was a moan. “Showing you what I want.”

“Christ,” the word came deep from the back of his throat, prompting you to lift yourself up a bit and watch him. He didn’t move from his spot between your thighs, cheek resting just on your sensitive inner leg with his palms spread over your hips, watching your fingers move down through your folds.

“Is this what you do after we smoke together?” His voice was slow, deep – dark eyes unwavering from you. You felt his breath hit your skin, hips jolting a bit as you tugged harsher circles onto your clit. “Can’t wait to fall into bed with your fingers under your dress?”

You could only moan at his words, feeling the heat of his chest on your legs and his fingers brush against your thighs, but nothing more. “Tell me, do you ever think about me?”

“Yes,” the word was a quick pant, answering him truthfully. His finger gripped you tighter at your answer, barley audible swear to himself.

Middle finger slowly dipping down, feeling how slick you were before moving back up to circle around your clit. You jolted at the feeling, falling back against the mattress with your eyes fluttering shut and Harry’s name on your lips.

“And what do you think about?” His voice was slow, the smirk on his lips nearly audible. “Tell me baby.”

“How you would feel,” you spoke in one long breath. “You – your fingers, your mouth.”

It wasn’t until you slowly pushed your finger into where you were aching, that he grabbed hold of your wrist. “Let me do that,” he hissed, pulling your hand away from yourself and slipping his mouth around the finger that had been playing with yourself.

He hummed around it, getting his first taste of you and only wanting more.

Soon that hand was weaved through his hair, as his tongue pushed through where your finger had been and he circled his lips around your clit. “That’s it,” you gasped, when his teeth just grazed over the sensitive bud, tongue smoothing over it.

“Could do this all day,” Harry’s voice was muffled, getting nearly as much out of this as you were. “You were right about being wet.” Soon his fingers joined his mouth, soaking in your wetness before pushing through your core. Every whine was laced with his name, spurring him on at your praise.

He only hummed against you, just as his lips circled around your swollen clit eliciting a sharp cry at the end of your praise. Fingers pulling tightly in his already messy locks, not caring about the roughness of your actions in the moment. All you could focus on was how you felt completely on fire by the way Harry touched you

Sucking harshly around your clit, hand that was trialing up your thigh joining his tongue as it pushed through your folds, finger slowly pushing into you. He reveled in the way you were slick around him, clenching around him at the new contact. “Oh… !”

Single finger quickly curling up and hitting that spot that made your eyes squeeze shut, noticing the way you reacted right away. “That’s it, yeah? Is it good?”

“So good.” Your hips bucked with his hand. But you wanted more, his finger wasn’t enough inside of you and you were certain he would feel so thick and heavy inside of you. Gently nudging his head up, calling his name over.

“Can we,” you panted, “I mean – I want to fuck you.”

That caught his attention. He blinked slowly, your words circling around his head. “I –” he found himself speechless. “Yes, I want you.”

Scrambling up to his knees, as you sat up as well, both breathless and wordlessly facing each other for a second. “I don’t have a condom.”

His expression faltered at your words, quickly realizing he also didn’t have one. “Me neither…”

“I have an implant. I’m checked out I’m good… I – want to feel you.”

“Fuck me, darling you…” this for sure had to be a dream. “Are you sure?”

Your hands slid up his sides, resting at his shoulders as you pulled him in for a heavy kiss. “Yes.”

It was your turn to push him back, hands immediately reaching for the band of the tight shorts and pulling them down. Throwing them aside with your own shorts, watching his length fall free. Your mouth was probably hanging open, you didn’t care. He was a dream.

You didn’t even realize you were moving your hands towards him until you saw them wrap around him, thumb brushing over his bulging red tip as you smoothed over the bit of precum. Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of you, watching in awe while you slowly pumped your hand around him.

Leg swinging around his to straddled him, wet core grinding down over him. You leant to trap Harry’s mouth in a kiss, while his hands gripped your sides tightly before sliding down to your hips. One hand still around him, glancing down as you lifted your hips.

Both of you were watching the way that you sank down around him, slowly but surely taking every inch in. “Baby I –” Harry hissed, restraining himself from bucking up into you.

The pressure burned, but not in a bad way. Maybe if you were sober you would need a bit more time to get use to him, but right now you just needed more of him. “Oh my god,” your voice was pitched, eyes shut as you felt him twitch inside of you.

Bottoming out, you felt him deep in your stomach as he hit spots you didn’t know were possible. “God, ‘s full.”

His hands found their place on your bum, squeezing tightly when you made your move on top of him, slowly rolling your hips around him. Your own hands were flat on his stomach, giving yourself leverage as you started to move up on him.

“That’s it,” he hissed, watching you sink back down, slowly getting a feel for him. You were circling your hips, grinding and rolling on him. It felt too good he forced his eyes to stay open, not wanting to miss a second of the sight in front of him.

Watching the way he disappeared underneath you, the way your breasts moved, the way your head was titled back slightly. He knew it was impossible but he wanted to keep you in this moment forever.

It was when he bucked up into you that your eyes rolled back with a moan. Repeating the action at your reaction, holding onto you tightly as he thrusted upwards into, while you rolled against him. Managing to hit inside of you so wonderfully, feeling yourself stretch out just for him. “Fuck Harry.”

The pressure he was creating in the pit of your stomach was already building, your hips moving together as you both felt on fire from every touch, every whimper, every moan of the others name. “My name – y’sound so good saying my name.” His words were strangled, you weren’t even sure you were hearing him correctly.

“Harry,” whining as a hand smoothed over your ass, urging you on top of him while his other hand grasped at your chest.

Low moan breaking the noise of your pants, your walls fluttering around Harry as you quickly found yourself being pushed closer and closer to your orgasm. Unabashedly chasing the high, the burn between your legs stronger than you think you’d ever felt it.

You knew part of that was from the drug previously smoked, but another big part of that was from the man lying under you. Harry fit so perfectly with you, fucking you so well you couldn’t even begin to think about it.

Hovering down over him, open mouth pressing messy kisses up his jaw until your mouth was on his, slowing down your motions of your hips for a moment as the two of you got lost against each other’s lips.

Harry’s thrust nearly stopping, the slow roll of your hips being the only source of friction while you tasted him for the thousandth time that night, still not finding yourself getting enough.

It was when his hand on your ass smacked your skin lightly, that he started to spur you on again. Teeth clashing with yours as he spoke against your mouth, praising you endlessly. “Look so fucking good around me baby.”

Moaning into his mouth, rising yourself up with your hands played out over his chest, rising your hips up and down over him again until your heart rate sped up again and you couldn’t help but pant.

Harry couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. Every noise you made was music to his ears, as his fingertips dug into your skin and thrusted his hips against yours, looking for the spot that made you curl around him.

He knew you were close, and he wanted more than anything than to see you completely thrown back on top of him. Moving one of his hands around your hip, smoothing over the bottom of your stomach, sliding his fingertips over your skin until they made contact with your clit.

You were already so worked up from the way his mouth had moved against your cunt, from even before then when the two of you lay close together in bed, from even before then when the two of you swam together.

One of his hands sliding around your hips from your ass to your stomach, pressing tightly onto your lower abdomen until his hands cupped over you. Fingers finding your clit easily once again, your chest jolting forward at the sharp jolt of pleasure the new contact made you feel.

“Want you to come.” His words were hoarse, slick fingers pushing rough circles around your clit until you dropped down a bit against him, arms shaking by your sides. “Please baby.”

And then your eyes were peering into his, red and bleary with your skin burning hot. “Harry I –” mouth falling agape, not being able to find any words at the moment, when yours and Harry’s hips moved in sync, the tip of his cock hitting inside of you so perfectly and his fingers on your clit giving you just the extra push you needed.

His other hand was gripping the skin of you ass, fingertips digging crescent shaped marks into the skin as he rocked your hips with his. Lips were ghosting over your neck, with your own not far away, nearly biting down into his shoulder.

And soon you were shaking on top of him, whimpering his name unashamedly as your walls fluttered around him. Your thighs clenched him tight, vision going dark and you didn’t realize at first that it was because your eyes were squeezed shut.

Harry was muttering into the skin of your shoulder, sweet words of praise. “Look so fucking good, you are a dream,” moaning your name deeply, holding you tight against him as both your motions slowed a bit while you rode out your high.

Eyes reopening after a beat, lifting your head to look down at him. His fingers were still working slow circles on your clit, skin far too sensitive as you jolted against him. You wanted to say so much to him, yet found not ability to think of what to say or even how to speak.

So instead, your open mouth slid over his, messy kisses shared before you hoisted yourself back up so that he was hitting so deeply inside of you, knees digging into the mattress to start to move against him again.

“Fuck me so well,” Harry’s head was pushed back into the pillows behind him, skin clammy and shining, tattoos looking even better in the dim light. His hair was sprawled out and around his face messily, his lips kissed deep raspberry. Truly something out of a fantasy.

He moved slower with you than earlier, hips just rising from the mattress to meet your thrusts in languid motions. There surely should be a cramping feeling in your knees, but you didn’t feel it, or more so couldn’t. All you could focus on was the way your walls fluttered tightly around Harry, already feeling the dull burning of a second orgasm.

“’s sensitive,” you moaned as his fingers never stopped on your clit, urging you along with him as he knew his own orgasm would not be far behind.

“Take me in so well baby, wish you could see yourself,” his eyes glued to every inch of your skin, especially where he was so intimately connected to you, cock disappearing into you. “How do you feel?”

“Too good,” you cried, overly sensitive but still finding yourself wanted more and more and more from Harry.

“Want you to cum again.”

“Harry…” the feeling was overwhelming; you didn’t know if you even could.

“Feel so good cumming around me, please,” his voice was unbelievably hoarse, lips tight between his teeth.

The deep fire was building in you again, even stronger this time and Harry was very aware of it by the way to you clenched tightly around him. He wanted to see you come undone so badly, sucking in his breath and doing everything in his power to slow down his own release.

You lifted yourself on him, pace quickening a bit as he pressed you on. He was rubbing so tightly in you, the two of you truly finding your grove as he repeatedly hit the spongy spot that made you see stars.

“Cum for me,” he said, as if it was a chant. “Need you to.”

You were so overstimulated; you didn’t even know what to do. “I don’t know if – fuck Harry it’s so much.”

Falling back onto his chest slightly, hitting a new angle inside that made you move quick short thrusts on top of him.

His lips quickly found your skin, sucking and biting onto your neck as he wanted nothing more than to have you come undone around him for the second time. Your name sounded heavenly as he moaned it.

You knew he was not far behind, his motions getting more and more sporadic, sound of slapping skin filling the room as his chest heaved. “Please.”

And then you were pushed over the edge again, jolting so quickly against him it nearly scared him. You fell completely against him, bare chest pressed tight onto his it trapped his arm. The moan that came from deep in your chest was barely human, breathy and loud and Harry knew it would be playing on replay in his head for the rest of his life.

“Thank you thank you thank you.” Harry’s orgasm followed suit quickly after yours, not being able to hold back when you clenched to tightly around him he could barely move. Slow thrusts he released inside of you, feeling his cock twitch with every drop.

He slid his hand from between your body’s, falling to his side on the mattress as neither of you made another move, chests moving quickly as you tried to catch your breath. You could’ve passed out right then and there, completely content with Harry as close as he could possibly be.

Slowly blinking your eyes open, head moving up to gaze down at Harry. Teary eyes blurring your vision slightly, offering him a sly smile as you shifted off a him with a heavy sigh.

“That was…” Harry’s voice cracked as he turned his head towards you, unable to take his eyes off of you “Better than I could’ve dreamt.”

                                                           ***

The first thing you felt when you woke up was the same grogginess you always had after a restful night sleep. That, along with a strong arm wrapped around your middle, some breaths gracing your neck.

The second thing you felt was a slight panic of not knowing what time it was.

Fearing maybe you had overslept and might be running late for work, you scrambled up in bed while you tried to figure out whether or not there was a shift to get to.

Your sudden action had stirred Harry in his sleep, groggy eyes peeking open at your from where he laid next to you on the bed.

“Wha’s wrong?”

Deep voice pulled your attention away from your confused thoughts about which day was it really, feeling the mattress shift as Harry rose to a seated position.

You felt his breath hit your shoulder, an arm circling around you and lips on the nape of your neck. “I have to get to work.”

“You do?” His lips trailed across your neck, chest pressing against your back as he his craned around to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Yes – fuck.” You sprang up suddenly, catching sight of the mainly decorative clock that you had hanging up on the opposite side of your studio.

Rising to your feet, Harry’s arms falling down to the mattress as the two of you lost contact. It wasn’t out of nowhere that you’d smoke on a night before you had to get up and get ready for work, after all it was a half day shift today but you were usually in bed and fast asleep not too late.

“I’m really sorry,” you called out from behind you, as you quickly dug through your drawers to look for a new pair of underwear. “I completely forgot…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry spoke softly from where he sat on the bed. He didn’t voice it of course, but he really did wish you could crawl back in bed with him. By the looks of the hazy orange sky, the day was just starting and he’d much rather start it with his arms wrapped around you.

It really was no worries, you couldn’t do anything about the fact that you had to get to work. Rising up to his feet, watching you half naked scurry around your studio in search of clothes to wear, pulling them on and then quickly off against as you seemed to change your ideas about your outfit.

You rushed off to the washroom, mentally scolding yourself for not showring last night, at least to get refreshed. Realizing that your hair was what it was, not able or having the time to tame it all that much and did what you could.

Quickly going through your routine, brushing your teeth and dotting on some makeup, re-emerging from the washroom to find Harry dressed and helping himself to some water.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, as he turned to face you at the noise of the washroom door opening.

He beamed at you, quickly placing his glass back down on the counter. “Don’t be, really no need to apologize. Can I drop you off or anything?”

You paused, returning his smile. “Yeah that’d be great actually! Thank you.”

And soon you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car, giving him directions to you work. You wished your morning hadn’t started like this, you wished that you could stay in bed and have some coffee with Harry, but instead you were a disaster rushing off to work.

He got you there in record time, even with a few minutes to spare, just before 8. Bag in hand, facing Harry with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry again…”

“Stop apologizing, darling.” And although he was ever so accommodating to rushing you off to work, he still missed you touch on his.

Just as you were reaching for the door handle of the car, his hand gripped your forearm. “Wait! Just –”

And he was leaning over the center console, other hand cup your jaw and was pulling your lips to his. “Just wanted another taste.”

Leaving a short sweet kiss to your lips, breaking away with a grin and the minty taste of your toothpaste. “I’ll see you soon.” Returning his sentiment, the image of his wide grin etched into your brain for the rest of the day.

Thinking over the previous night; the smoking, the swimming, the sex.

It all seemed too good to be true, but the left over feeling of Harry’s lips on yours very much reminded you that it was real, and you really couldn’t help the little smile that grew at the thought of it.

The ghost feeling of his body underneath yours, his hands gripping your tightly and his lips moving all over your skin. It was something you had secretly thought about before, usually in an inebriated state after sharing a pipe with Harry, and you were truly hoping Harry felt the same.

                                                          ***

You didn’t get that confirmation until nine days later, both finding time in your schedules to head back to that little beach by your place.

He greeted you on the sidewalk in front of your apartment like last time, sunglasses on and big smile adorning his lips. “Hey,” extending an arm out, inviting you in for a little hug.

“You look nice,” he muttered into your hair, as you circled your arm around him.

“Thank you,” you hummed, both starting the small walk that led to the water from your street. You easily fell into conversation, catching up over small things like how work was going and anecdotes about your mutual friends.

The both of you made yourselves comfortable at that same spot you had last time, laying out the tapestry to sit on.

“I brought snacks,” you reached over to your back, pulling out a couple containers – some filled with fruits and another one with crackers and hummus. “

“Stunning,” Harry reached for the food you had pulled out, reaching for the cut orange slices.

“Did you want to smoke, or…?” Harry’s expression didn’t change as you asked him. You didn’t know why you felt nearly nervous, as if this wasn’t the first time the two of you spent time alone together.

“Not really,” he finally said, leaning back on his elbows and extended his legs out, looking out in front of him. “You go ahead, I just…”

He never finished his sentence, and you just hummed in agreement, deciding not to smoke either. Quiet music filled the little silence, before you guys once again easily feel into conversation while you snacked away.

It was comfortable, and you liked the way he sat so close to you, your legs resting on his. The sun was still out and shining, small breeze keeping you cool, filled with the warm smell of the air around you.

Eventually you were both lying back on the blanket, you on your back and Harry on his stomach right next to you. The only sound between the two of you was the music coming from Harry’s phone. He had his arms next to yours, aimlessly trailing fingertips along your skin just as he had the last time you were together.

Arms hanging by your sides, fingers moving from your arms to trace patterns over the fabric of your shirt. He lifted his head for a moment, mouth opening as if to say something but no words came out.

You didn’t notice at first, but by the third breathy sigh coming from his lips, you realized he was tempting to say something. “What’s up?”

“Nothing really, just thinking.”

“What about?” Moving up a bit on your elbows so that you could sit up, watching his hands fall down from your body and onto the towel under the two of you.

“I just –” he paused, head turning away from yours for a second before meeting your eyes again. “I really like spending time with you, you know that right?”

You warmed at his words. “I think I do, yeah.”

Just making out the smile that played on his lips, before he turned his head away from your, resting on his opposite cheek. You kept your eyes on him, feeling as though he had more to say but instead mindlessly played with a thread that was fraying from the blanket.

“Was that all?” You eventually spoke up, nudging his back with your arm. He shifted his head, taking a second before he faced you again.

“What?”

“Was that all you wanted to say?” You knew you were teasing him, watching a red blush splatter across his cheeks.

He shifted again, rolling over from his stomach to his back, bringing a hand up to his forehead to block out the sun while he kept his gaze locked up towards the sky. Mouth falling open, taking another beat before he spoke.

“Seemed kind of inevitable, didn’t it?”

“What?” You had no idea what he was talking about. Sitting up, slightly, resting on your folded elbows to hold your upper body up.

“I just mean…” he sighed, head rolling over to look at you. “Us. Seemed a bit inevitable no?”

Your smile grew. “What do you mean inevitable?”

His cheeks grew even redder. “You know what I mean. Smoking together and all, could never get enough of you.”

It was your turn to warm at his words as he kept speaking. “And I do like smoking with you, and spending time with you, and…” he trailed off, silently saying that he really liked being intimate with you.

“And?”

He lifted himself up with a laugh, leaning over you to press a small kiss to your shoulder. “And had extra fun spending time with you that night.”

“So did I,” your voice dropped down to a whisper, his face close to yours once again.

“And,” he continued, eyes gleaming. “I like not smoking with you too. I just,” he paused again. “Like being with you.”

He had the widest grin you’d seen on him, and you were sure that your face was mirroring his expression. Bring a hand up to his neck, pushing some hair that was hanging a bit lower through your fingers, before pulling him in for a slow kiss.

Lips naturally slotting over yours, encompassing your mouth with his as he sighed against you. “I like being with you too,” you hummed, pulling and nearly feeling intoxicated all over again with out even having to touch a drug.

Harry’s mind slowed, watching your lips curve into a smile before meeting your eyes again. He loved the little laugh that laced your words, the same one you had when you smoked too much and couldn’t form a sentence due to your own laughing. Better than any dream.

[katewalker]

Pernille Beaujont Infodump (Background for now - more on ARR and early HW later)

i’m doing this with my basic knowledge of the lore at this point in time, i’ve not seen much spoilers for the late content game (they don’t make sense to me now at least), but if i got something wrong that’s why lmao

- Pernille is a Duskwight Elezen and was born on the 14th sun of the Second Umbral Moon (Year 1547, she is 30 when she arrives at Limsa Lominsa) on a small island south of Vylbrand.

- She and her parents lived in a decent cabin in small sailors’ village. Her mother is very sensible to the ether and works as a weaver, making protective magic clothes to protect the sailors on their trip at sea. Her father is a great fighter and assures the protection of their village.

- Her mother she comes from a nomadic tribe who were arpenting the rocky moutains of the islands they visited and settled on before leaving and finding other islands when troubles found them. They are merchants, but their distant and rather cold demeanour towards strangers caused suspicion often. Pernille’s never been a nomad, her mother settled after meeting her husband when they arrived on the island (the longest her tribe stayed in one place as far as she remembered).

- Her father comes from Ishgard, though he never talked about it. He was born a commoner, rose to knight of a minor house and left the city disgraced after winning his trial by combat for killing another knight serving the same house (with his fists). He roamed Eorzea as a mercenary and during a job to drive pirates away, he fell in love with the island and settled there, quickly becoming figure of authority in the village thanks to his skills and became its Chief.

- Her father reluctantly teached her how to fight since she’s 10 at her insistence.

- At age 15, Pernille was the only one in the village to see the falling stars (when the Echo sounded) not understanding why. No one believed what she saw and that it happened except her mother. 

- She started to take interest in magic, astrology and the arcane then, reading all she could and awaiting merchants eagerly for new books.

- At age 20, she wanted to leave the island to discover Vylbrand. Her parents refused deaming her too young. She settled taking up a job at the dispensary, but was bored quickly, she started to focus on reading about the arcane.

- At age 24, when the Empire became more agressive, she left the island incognito aboard a merchant’s boat to go and help, she knew how to use a sword and would find someone to teach her how to control her magic, but she barely reached Limsa Lominsa before her father found her to bring her back. She was annoyed, argued that she was an adult now, that she needed to help and why didn’t he joined her, he could help too, they needed as many fighters as they could back there. He only told her that her mother was sick, had been for some time and she didn’t have much time left. Pernille came back with him.

- Her mother died when she was 25, shortly before the Battle of Carteneau and the Calamity. She saw the sky turn red and everything went blank.

- She spent 5 years helping her village to come back on its feet after Bahamut’s fury descended upon Eorzea. Her father died 4 years, she became closer to him after the death of her mother (to whom she always had been close to). On his deathbed, he told her that he was wrong to keep her prisonner of their home, that she had a gift, that her mother knew, that they only wanted to keep her safe. She stayed one more year, to be sure everything was settled in the village with the new Chief and to make sure everything was fine by her before she packed lightly, said goodbye to her parents’ grave and finally left on the next boat to Limsa Lominsa.