#cannabis oi

[persphonesorchid]

Sativa - KTH | Drabble |

summary: You and Tae get high with your friends, that's it.

genre: fluff (?), suggestive

word count: 1.1k

warnings: Smoking weed; everyone is high. Making out with other people watching, yoongi's hypocrisy, hinted voyeurism/exhibitionism.

notes: I have NO idea what this is or where it came from. What is this behavior, dani?? Hope you guys enjoy!! (Feedback is welcomed and appreciated :))

Master list - HERE

Your eyelids are heavy with smoke, no doubt red and your head feels like it’s miles upwards in the clouds somewhere. A cold bottle of water was pressed into your hands a bit ago and you’re not sure if you’ve drank it or not. You’ve been chewing on the same handful of popcorn for God knows how long, and every time you swallow you don’t ever feel the snack reaching your stomach.

It feels like there’s a bottomless pit where your stomach should be; everything just passing through you.

Your chest and throat burn with a long-delayed cough, almost has you choking on the popcorn and gulping down water. At least... You were sure there was water in the bottle. How long ago was it given to you? When did you drink it all?

You poke a finger into Taehyung’s side with a frown, “Oi.”

He turns his head, a little slowly. He looks just as you’re sure you do; gone. His eyelids are low and he’s blinking at you in slow intervals like a cat, a stupid, crooked grin on his mouth. The warmth of his hand finds your thigh, as though he’d just remembered your legs were over his – or perhaps, just remembered you were there at all. His fingers curl and his thumb presses into your flesh with little pressure.

“Oi back.” He winks, there’s smoke on his exhale and the scent of the weed that’s starting to give you a headache after one hit too many. You were supposed to be sharing the blunt that hangs loose between Taehyung’s fingers, and as quickly as the thought enters your mind it’s gone.

You stare at him because you’ve also forgotten what you had called him for in the first place. His hand moves from your thigh, and you barely resister the light grip at the back of your neck.

“You good?” Taehyung leans closer, a brow raised as his gaze darts between yours. His fingers apply pressure just where your neck meets the base of your skull and you shiver.

There’s a brief passing thought as you nod slowly against his hold, something reminding you that Taehyung and his boys were way more experienced with this than you were. While you're prone to zoning out and giggling at anything that's barely funny, Taehyung and the boys has enough experience to be mellow.

It’s not that you’ve never done it before, it’s just that the effects leave you all over the place, so you don’t do it often. That, you guess, is what always comes back to bite you in the ass. Your body’s never prepared for the numb hot and cold feeling, and feeling like you’re watching events through a pinhole.

The blunt was long passed from Taehyung when he closes the gap, fingers of his free hand pressing into your cheeks to hold you steady. He kisses you quickly and you’re left chasing, leaning forward as he pulls back.

There’s a faint scent of his cologne under the heady scent of weed, and Taehyung doesn’t keep you waiting for long. He tips your head back slightly, slotting his mouth over yours in a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue than anything else. The hand at the back of your neck moves up to your hair and tugs, and your fingers curl into the rolled-up sleeves of his jersey.

There’s a thud and the couch you’re sitting on shifts. Taehyung barely pulls away from you, and there’s something more than the cannabis that keeps his eyelids low and pupils blown. You tilt your head a little, and through the haze of smoke behind Taehyung on the loveseat across is Yoongi. His foot is still up on the armrest of the couch, and though he’s in the same state that everyone else is in, there’s still a sharpness to his gaze.

“If you guys are gonna fuck, do it elsewhere. No one wants to see that shit.”

He says this and with incredulity, you stare at him. The last time you did this with them, Yoongi had a friend over who’d been sitting on his lap for most of the night. And you don’t mean sitting decently, her knees were perched on either side of his thighs, kissing his neck and his hands were on her ass.

“Dude. You have no room to talk.” Hoseok mumbles, passing the last of the blunt to Jungkook who was busy building another one. His gaze is just as sharp as Yoongi’s, a switch having flipped between hits; Hoseok hiding behind Jay.

Yoongi flips him off, and reaches for the bag of chips that was thrown carelessly on the coffee table.

Taehyung brings your attention back to him, nudging his nose against your cheek, and licking at your jaw. His lips press against your pulse and his tongue and teeth follow. You’re hyperaware of Taehyung’s every touch, his breath against your skin, the way his other hand is squeezing at your hip and damn near pulling you into his lap.

Your lower tummy burns, and maybe it’s the weed, but it’s intense. You’re gripping at his arms, tilting your head back to let him do what he wants. He lets his teeth drag on the spot he’s bruised as he pulls away, you whine and Taehyung chuckles deep in his chest.

“You’re so gone right now.” He brushes a thumb under your eye. He leans forward and you think he’s going to kiss you, but he tilts your head slightly, and you’re met with the gazes of your friends who’s so far been extremely quiet.

“Bet they’d all like a show, hm?” his teeth nip at your earlobe, and even though he says this softly, the room’s too quiet and you’re certain everyone heard. “Bet I can fuck you right here and make ‘em watch.”

Your squirming doesn’t do a thing to help the tingling ache between your legs, and Taehyung’s gaze does nothing but make you whine his name.

Taehyung smiles sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not that high.” He winks, “You’re for my eyes only.”

He pulls away, back to where he was originally and you feel as though you’ve stepped out of a bubble. There’s soft trap music playing from Jungkook’s phone, and his ears are red as he passes the blunt he lit over to Hoseok.

Taehyung taps your thigh once and then again, softly, a brief glance your way and then at the others. “Show’s over, stop staring.” He says to no one in particular, but everyone finds interest in something else.

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[wherickmarks]

Oi,

Eu conheci o Eduardo Barbosa quando ele veio à minha casa para uma conversa com o amigo Leonardo. O encontro foi meio por acaso e bastante breve. O Eduardo, que é chamado de "macarrão" — um apelido que achei engraçado, mas que não me agradou muito — começou a frequentar mais a minha casa. Com o tempo, desenvolvemos uma amizade, mas ela ainda está incompleta. Isso se deve ao fato de que ele tem muitos problemas pessoais para enfrentar e precisa fazer mudanças significativas na sua vida. Ele está numa situação que exige muita ajuda, embora seja complicado oferecer isso porque ele tem uma personalidade que mistura egoísmo com humildade, covardia, fraqueza, introversão e também uma certa inteligência. Ele é apaixonado por projetos.

Apesar de seu uso de cannabis e sua abstinência de álcool, ele se tornou um tipo de figura nostálgica para si mesmo, referindo-se aos amigos do passado e deixando para trás suas defesas.

Nas últimas semanas, não temos nos falado muito devido a uma série de questões, como negligência, desleixo, arrogância e imprudência. Por enquanto, nossa relação foram enfrentado por um último encontro de desentendimento, e encontro de psicose natural de encarar a distância.

Algum tempo depois, nos reencontramos por acaso. Olhei para ele e, naquele instante, percebeu que algo havia mudado. Seu olhar estava frio, distante, como se houvesse um muro invisível entre nós. Aquele amigo com quem eu tanto conversava agora parecia um estranho. Foi aí que me dei conta de que nossa amizade não sobreviveria. Esse momento foi como um adeus silencioso, o fim de algo que eu realmente valorizo.

Agora, não nos falamos mais. Tenho comigo alguns de seus pertences, que pretendo devolver à mãe dele, pois sabia que ele voltou a morar com ela, talvez em busca do conforto que só um lar possa dar. Olhando para trás, sei que fiz o meu melhor.

Eu tentei ajudá-lo, tentei ser a pessoa que ele pudesse procurar, mas ele escolheu outro caminho. É triste perceber que, apesar de todo o carinho, algumas amizades simplesmente não conseguem resistir.

Decidir seguir em frente e aceitar que, por mais que ele tenha sido importante, é melhor deixar certas pessoas e lembranças no passado para encontrar minha própria paz.

[blubushie]

Oi Mick since you're Sniper IRL what drugs have you taken? You mentioned the whole cane toad thing and shrooms but what else?

Righto only one fucking person knows I go by Mick professionally and I want to know how the fuck you found my blog Jack. (Also buzz me you cunt I haven't heard from you in two weeks.)

If you're not Jack and you're calling me Mick because of the Sniper thing then... this is awkward, I apologise, please call me Blu.

Righto, to the drugs.

Shrooms, obviously. I've eaten them fresh and dry but I prefer dry. Easier to measure out dosages.

DMT. High only lasts for about a half hour. Feels like an all-body glow. Lots of geometric patterns and things moving slowly. Waving your hand in front of your face leaves a trail. Also might meet god.

LSD. Just once, and never again. I've never had a worse trip and it scared me shitless. The body high gives pain relief but it's weird. Pain felt like tingles. Don't ask why I was intentionally giving myself pain, it's just part of the psychonaut process. Couldn't stop yawning at the start which was annoying. Colours were eyestrain-ingly vibrant. I saw them even with my eyes closed. The whispering will drive you crazy. My anxiety and paranoia skyrocketed halfway through and it was awful. I saw things. I will never do LSD again.

Salvia through chewing the leaves. It was fine. Come-up isn't as intense as shrooms, more bright colours but no geometric patterns. However you fall into your head really easily and the trip is insane. I went comatose and had a vision I was a monkey in a tree but none of the other monkeys liked me and would chuck fruit at me. The biggest monkey hit me in the head with a melon and knocked me out of the tree but during the fall the melon became my head. When I hit the ground my melonhead cracked open which spilt seeds everywhere and then these seeds grew plants that fruited little mini-monkey-mes by the navel. They all wandered over and started eating my melonhead flesh while I was paralysed and couldn't move. God that vision was fucking weird. 10/10 would do salvia again.

MDMA at a B&S in the form of pingers. There's a reason they call it a party drug. Ego was massively inflated and I've never had more tickets on myself. I don't remember much of it but from what I heard I wasn't annoyingly arrogant, just more confident than I usually am. Felt like I blended in with everyone around me in a spiritual sort of way. I can confirm that the stereotype of MDMA being a love drug is true to some extent. Definitely heightened sensitivity to touch. At one point I spent twenty straight minutes with my head in a girl's lap as she scratched my scalp and that felt absolutely divine until my mate dragged me back to Matilda to sleep off the effects. Cockblocker.

LSA (a natural drug similar to LSD) from morning glory seeds. It was a sedative more than anything. Gave me that nice tingling feeling that shrooms do except instead of the back of my neck it was just all over. Made me feel much heavier than shrooms do though and my elbows hurt for awhile. Some dizziness and nausea but nothing too bad. I'd do it again.

Opium through smoking in Bali. Opium dreams are weird.

I've smoked hooch (cannabis) a few times but I've never gotten a high off it. I either had some weak shit or I didn't smoke it long enough. I've also tried edibles, no effect. I've given up on hooch.

[metalhead-brainrot]

Summer 2024 Music Review

There's this period in my life I refer to as "The Long Summer of Iron Maiden;" I fell in love with Iron Maiden circa summer of 2017 and then went to the Southern hemisphere from January-April 2018, giving me a full year of summer to digest a new fascination with metal music. I still can't access memories of that year without viscerally remembering the music that guided me through it.

The current season is my favorite season (always has been). As we transition from a rainy Minnesota summer to the early days of autumn, I'd like to report on my the albums I came to love over this past season. I'm sure many of you associate this summer with the 100th Charli;* this is what you might have heard us bumping at our place.

CLEEN - Excursion grunge, desert rock, stoner rock; FFO: Dope Smoker** Flint, MI Citric Dummies - Zen and the Arcade of Beating Your Ass punk, egg punk; FFO: Devo Minneapolis, MN

Globular - Lifts The Curse of the Grey Goo Assimilators electronic, psydub; FFO: Shpongle, Ott England, the Divided Kingdom

Brux - Fills de la Nit oi punk + reverb and lofi Cataluña

Gross Motor All Stars - I Had A Dream I Got Everything I Wanted hardcore punk Minneapolis, MN

Defect Designer - Chitin technical death thrash Olso, NOR

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* Was I going to get through this post without a reference to brat summer? Probably not. Have I listened to it yet? No, despite the best efforts of my pophead friends. But don't take it personally: I was a teenager in the 2010s so I reflexively wait until hype has died down before exploring media. Is that weird? Probably, but so are rhetorical questions and we're three deep so far.

** Have also been crushing a lot of Dope Smoker's Zeroin, an old flame I now have the cannabis tolerance to keep up with. I also love that short music video of one of the View Askewniverse films; Rosario Dawson is a forever baddy.

[carolatc]

Fatores que afetam a cicatrização: Álcool, tabaco, “vape” e macoia

Oi! Tudo bem? Voltamos pra mais uma postagem da saga de fatores que afetam a cicatrização de feridas! Se você não sabe do que eu estou falando pode vir nesse post introdutório ou no post sobre nutrição ou no sobre oxigenação e infecções. Nessa lista aqui eu decidi incluir “vape” (cigarro eletrônico) e cannabis junto ao tabaco, porque nos vapes temos a nicotina, presente no tabaco, e na combustão…

[elblogdelcaoz]

¡Únete a nosotros en este importante evento dedicado al consumo responsable de cannabis! Este día, celebraremos la cultura cannábica de una manera educativa, inclusiva y segura. 🏴🏳🏴‍☠️ . ⚫️Fecha: Sábado 7 de octubre ⚪️Hora: 10 am a 5 pm ⚫️Lugar: Parque el renacimiento ⚪️Entrada: ¡Gratis para todos! . #BogotaStreetCore #punk #oi #cannabisalparque #tokespunk

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[sevenplyskate]

Cory Juneau

Cory Scott Juneau è uno skater statunitense, vincitore della medaglia bronzo nel park ai Giochi olimpici di Tokyo 2020.

Nel 2018 è stato originariamente sospeso per un periodo di sei mesi dopo che è risultato positivo alla sostanza vietata del tetraidrocannabinolo (THC), il principale ingrediente attivo della cannabis durante una competizione in Brasile chiamata Oi Park Jam a Brava Beach.

[gadgetsforusesblog]

GHKKPM Ghum Hai Kisikey Pyaar Meiin Spoiler Alert Sai Will Save Vinayak's Life From Explosion

Television oi Neelam Tripathi , Published: Sunday, March 12, 2023, 3:32 PM (IST) Spoiler alert: Today on the TV show ‘Gum Hai Kisi Ke Pyaar Mein’ you can see Virat fell asleep in a cannabis drunken state while Pakhi is saddened that Virat named a drunken Sai as his wife and not her. Sai, on the other hand, receives a threatening message stating that a major explosion will take place in the…

[garfieldsladybird]

barmaid | the marauders.

the marauders (james potter) x fem!reader. (use’s she).

Warnings — fluff. blurb. smoking weed/pot/cannabis. alcohol; parents drinking. cussing. loving parents :) mentions of a TV show making young adults make dinner out of a deer.. im sorry :(

Summary — smoking with mia and monty causes James spirit to die a little and you become a bartender.

Credits: This is my work. I do not own Harry Potter but this is fanfiction, and I created this. It is not to be plagiarized.

Masterlist, Navigation, Poly!marauders List.

It’s a little after 9 p.m. as the hazy smoke in your best friends parents dimly-lit room begins to reach up to the ceiling. The greatly rolled blunt makes its way around the circle and back to you, diminishing in size each time. Leaning against a desk on the floor you get a little lost in the smoke that was surrounding all of you.

As you begin to focus a bit too hard on creating rings of smoke from your mouth, your neighbor in the circle, Sirius says, “Oi, pass it will ya?” funny enough he said it with a smile, jokingly.

As he said that you were already re-inhaling for another hit before passing it to Sirius who was on the edge of the bed in front of you, Remus was sitting behind him looking at a book that Monty wanted him to read but you didn’t know what it was about. The parents were drinking, Mama Mia was going on about something about dogs and she was sitting on a stool that was next to you but you couldn’t see her face while Monty was sitting on the other side of Sirius, James was sitting behind his dad on the bed.

These moments were the best, everyone was having fun, relaxing and smoking. There’s conversations going on around you but you weren’t really paying attention to any of them, your eyes were on the tv. On the TV screen, a show was playing but it was a real life show and it was where these parents sent their, most likely, young adult children to a wildlife show where they have to spend a few days in the forest and survive going through different tasks but the tasks are also life lessons. One of those life lessons seems to be making dinner, which includes cutting up the animal of that meal, it so happens to be a deer.

A shocked expression comes on your face when you see that a it was a deer, it wasn’t showing anything that explicit but it was dead. That’s for sure.

Looking over to your dearest friend James, you now notice that he was also watching the show with a terror-stricken expression, His eyes widened with no glasses, mouth parted open, head a little tilted to the right giving off the ‘what the fuck is this?!’ look that Remus would give Sirius when he suggested stupid prank ideas.

“Now you see this is what I was doing when i was your age,” Mama Mia comments, “My ma made me do this shit if i was bad!” She laughs before sipping on her alcoholic beverage which was vodka and cranberry juice, pretty good actually.

“You’ve had to cut up a deer before?” James asks his mum with an appalled look and a shocked voice.

“Yeah, you know I lived on a farm growing up.” she explains but says it like he should know this by now which he does but he’s shocked. “Oh! you know we ate a dear I caught once when you were younger?”

“What!?!”

“Oh don’t worry we haven’t done it in awhile and I don’t think I want to get back into that.” The only reply she got after that was just a deep breath of relief. One she may or may not know the reason of why.

The show continued on and so did the conversations, the diminishing blunt now being passed to james, smoke filled his mouth as he inhaled, looking real nice when he blow it out.

“Hey, barmaid, new drink ah?” Monty says, grabbing your attention from james, looking over you see him holding his cup looking at you with his usual playful grin that james always has.

“Oh yeah,” you mumbly, getting up with a smile you grab his cup to go and make him a new drink, before leaving he stops to tell you how much ice and alcoholic, and redbull.

“Wait, why does she get to make the drink?” Sirius asks, looking at you and him with wide eyes and a pout.

“Cause shes’s the only one who makes it right, and you always drink it.” Monty tells his son, laughing at the gasp and the face of betrayal Sirius made. Even though he should be used to the dramatic acts by now.

“She drinks it to!”

‎© 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖽y𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽. 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!!

— I didn’t really know what else to add and I kind of just wanted to end it. If you like it and maybe want another one or for me to continue this kind of thing, please request it :) 🫶

[hops-hunny]

Angels on Earth

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Request: “CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! I love your writing sm <3

this is my first time ever making a request and recently I found out that the person I was dating is still in love with their ex so I'm looking for comfort rn hehe

could you do a 23, 33, 35 with Ron, a mix of fluff and smut? chubby/plus size fem reader please”

Summary: Ron thought he was obvious, but it was clear (Y/n) was more obvious.

Warnings: Sexual themes

A/N: This took a while but I’ve also been busy but, enjoy!

23. “Cause I never believed there was a heaven till I found you.”

33. “Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” “I’d fuck you right now.”

35. “If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.”

For as long as Ron could remember, he had always found his potions partner to be beautiful. Who could blame him? (Y/n) was a beautiful girl. Round cheeks, soft all around, beautiful (h/c) hair, and the prettiest set of (e/c) eyes he had ever seen. But that wasn’t originally what drew him in, it was everything else. (Y/n) had an aura that surrounded her that was so bright, so full of life. Everyone who befriended her was always in a positive mood, smiles seen left and right from the jokes she’d tell. Even right now, with her hair pulled back from her face and the cute little goggles she insisted on wearing, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Right. I think that should be it.” She said, pushing the goggles up her face as she turned her head to look at him. His face flushed and if she had noticed, she didn’t say much. “That is unless you fucked something up. Merlin knows how bad you are with Potions Weasley.” she giggled, his heart pulling and racing in his chest. 

“Oi! ‘M not that bad. Plus you didn’t let me touch anything, should be fine unless you managed to make a mistake.” He leaned towards her a bit with a devious smirk. “But it’s impossible for you to do that isn’t it? I forgot you were just a perfect princess.” He pulled away, eyes trained on the potion in the cauldron in front of them. Amortentia, was it? He found it a bit strange because he couldn’t smell anything but the girl’s perfume no matter how far he leaned in. In his own state of confusion, he completely missed the girl’s own shocked look on her face.

“What do you smell?” she questioned, gathering her things due to the period drawing to a close. His eyes widened at his realization before calming down. Now was a better time than ever. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sighing.

“You.” his eyes shot open at the sound of a snort. (Y/n) had made her way towards the exit of the potions room, (e/c) eyes rolling at him as she shot him a smile. She went to leave the room before giving him an up and down.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.” she teased, shooting him a wink before exiting the room. He groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face as he adjusted the awkward bulge in his pants. He stood, gathering his things as he huffed to himself.

“I’m in deep aren’t I?” he said out loud, ignoring the look his slimy potion’s teacher gave him. Without another word, he left continuing on his path to his next dreadful class of the day.

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“She probably thought you were joking.” Harry said, causing Ron to give him a glare. Even though there was a big possibility that Harry was right, he didn’t want to believe him. He thought his attempt was a good one! He was direct about what he meant, right?

“He’s got a point. You guys usually joke around and mess with each other a lot. She probably thought you were cracking a joke. Have you tried just telling her how you feel?” Luna asked as if the answer was obvious. Ron felt his brow twitch as he sighed, sinking down in his seat more as he threw his head back.

“What can be more obvious than saying you smell someone in your Amortentia? Do you guys even think?” He questioned.

“Do you? Cause if you did then you’d know that was a poor attempt.” Hermione chimed. Although at first he was sure his attempt was good, that it was obvious, suddenly he was beginning to have second thoughts. Was he clear enough? Sure, you could say one thing but he’d be the first to admit his actions didn’t match. He huffed, looking at his friends, desperation hidden in his eyes.

“Well, what should I say then?” 

“Say something truthful! Let your heart speak for what your actions couldn’t.” Ginny chimed, causing them all to give her a strange look. She crossed her arms, looking away with red cheeks. “What? I think I’d know what chicks like, I do shag em afterall.”

“So tell us, what does your heart say Ron?” Luna asked, he sighed as he racked his brain. He liked her a lot. How could he not? (Y/n) was beautiful, a gift from the heavens above. The softness of her skin, the roundness of her tummy, and those beautiful luscious thighs. He was surprised no one else had made a move on her yet. She was kind too, always willing to help her fellow (y/h/h) in need.

A lovesick dopey look took over his face. “I...I’d say…” he let out a dreamy noise as hearts took over his eyes, “I never believed there was a heaven till I found you. Never believed angels walked among us at Hogwarts, that I think she’s amazing and I-”

“Okay ew that’s enough. I’m gonna be sick. Save it for her.” his sister said, grimacing as she stood up. “And with that note, I’m gone. Why not tell  her at the Gryfindor party tonight? I’m sure she’ll be there!” Ron gulped nervously. That soon? Surely a few hours wasn’t enough time to prepare! Maybe he’d try in a few months…

However as he looked across the hall, seeing some twit practically eye fucking her, it was settled. Tonight he would tell her and if not, he’d at least make some progress.

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Ron let out a shaky deep breath, wiping his sweaty hands along the front of his jeans. Whether it was the sweltering heat of all the warm bodies, the shots he had taken, or the thought of what he had set out to do tonight he didn’t know, but either way he was burning like a phoenix. His eyes trailed the room nervously, looking for (Y/n). How was he sure she’d be here anyways? She wasn’t a frequent attender to parties, only showing up to them sporadically. However at the sound of a familiar laugh-snort combo, he had all he needed. 

In his buzzed(and slightly drunken) haze, he followed the sound blindly, face heating up at the girl's appearance. She wore a blush colored bodycon dress that clung to the folds and curves of her body nicely.. Her hair was styled differently than usual, but suited her perfectly nonetheless. Most things did. And when she saw him? Her face broke out in a bright smile as she hiccuped, handing her half empty cup to one of her friends. She stumbled her way over to him. He steadied her by placing his hand on her waist, looking down at her.

“Ronnn! Omg Ronnie, what’re you doing here?” she hiccuped again, giggling as she stared up at him. He smiled back at her softly, stroking along the softness of her waist.

“ I could ask you the same thing, love, you’re not much of a drinker usually.” he placed a hand on her cheek, thankful for the liquid courage flowing through his system. “You alright? Come on, let’s sit you down. You don’t seem to be too steady.” he said, guidning her towards the couch. When they got there, he expected her to sit next to him but was in shock as she parked herself in his lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck, smiling down at him drunkenly. He handed her a glass of water, the same one he had been handed earlier when he was getting a bit out of hand. She thanked him, sipping on it at a slow pace. 

After a few minutes, the hiccuping and giggles had died down from her, leaving her to form goosebumps at their current position. She was fully seated on the boy’s lap and he had his arms wrapped around her, rubbing his fingers along her soft pudgy sides. She bit her lip as she looked off to the side, before bringing her eyes back to his.

“Uh, Ron,” she started, looking down as she picked at the skin around her nail beds. Letting out a deep sigh, she continued, “Can I ask you something?” her heart began to race rapidly as she looked at him, watching as he nodded before offering her a soft smile.

“Course. What’s up?” How should she phrase it? Should she be simple? Should she-

“Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” she blurted out, eyes widening. Although she had wanted to ask him something about if he was attracted to her, she hadn’t intended on being so...bold. She was known for speaking her mind but not in situations like this! In a state of panic, she went to stand up but was pulled down by a strong pair of arms, pulling her close to an even stronger, toned chest. He chuckled in her ears, hair tickling the edge of her neck.

“Shit princess, I mean...I’d fuck you right now.” his grip on her sides tightened, trailing one hand on her thigh. Out of all the things she could’ve said, this was the last one Ron expected. (Y/n), his snarky potions partner, in his lap in that god forsaken dress asking if he’d fuck her. He felt his own heart begin to race. Did she mean to say it? Well, did she mean to say it to him? Or did she just want his opinion for someone else?

“O-oh.” she stuttered out. (Y/n) pulled back some, turning her head to look at him, finding that his eyes instantly were drawn to hers. 

“Do you mean that?” they both asked. Ron’s cheeks turned red as (Y/n) felt her own face grow warm. Both of them let out breaths they didn’t even know they were holding, laughing with one another.

“I meant it but, did you?” she asked, breath hitching of the closeness of their faces to one another. She could smell the fire whiskey mixed with hints of cannabis and weed mixing with it making her absolutely intoxicated. He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers.

“‘Course I did, love. You don’t have to be skinny for me to do anything with you, let alone fuck you. Because trust me,” he trailed a hand along her upper thigh, sliding it between the soft expanse of them. “It’d be my pleasure to fuck a woman with a body like yours. A woman so soft, so tender, bet that cunt of yours is tight and dripping. Isn’t it?” the girl squeaked, clenching her thighs around his hand. He leaned down, pecking her lips softly before pulling away, (Y/n) whimpering  in a desperate attempt to let him know she wanted more..

“And if I were to grant you that pleasure right now?” she purred, placing a soft hand on his cheek which he gladly leaned into, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’d be the luckiest man alive.”

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Eles já haviam traçado uma linha determinando até onde iria aquela amizade peculiar; sem necessidade de uma conversa muito profunda como sempre, já que ambos pareciam ter uma enorme dificuldade de enfrentar os problemas e conversar sobre eles de uma maneira mais séria. E mesmo assim, numa das noites em que decidiram ir assistir Dasha participar de umas das corridas que aconteciam no castigo, com o álcool correndo nas veias e a cannabis fazendo seu famoso efeito --- não existia justificativa melhor para culparem no dia seguinte em que decidiram atravessar as limitações ---, não demorou para ignorarem quaisquer risco quando se envolveram em beijos, carícias e por fim, sexo. O dia seguinte em que acordaram e perceberam de fato o que aconteceu foi estranho, como se tivessem feito algo errado. Mas bem, vale salientar que até pouco tempo depois em que ignoravam o elefante cor de rosa que era aquele assunto, Ayla não havia se arrependido. Não até começar a sentir coisas incomuns e ter sua menstruação que normalmente era regular, atrasada. Por mais que ignorasse todos os sinais no começo, preferiu fingir que não tinha nada de errado até o terceiro mês em que criou coragem e fez um teste escondida. Um não, vários testes, a ideia por si só era louca; ela não podia ser mãe naquele momento, principalmente quando tinha certeza de quem era o pai da criança e eles se esforçavam tanto pra não destruir a amizade. O desespero foi grande demais, ela realmente estava esperando um filho de Ezekiel. Ela estava grávida. E os olhares que receberia para complementar o quanto era julgada pela comunidade Arthuriana por ser diferente, era ainda mais assustador. E por seu nervosismos, chegou a pesquisar no geenie: ‘como contar para seu melhor amigo que está grávida dele?’. Oras, não julguem alguém que nem sabia por onde começar a lidar com aquilo! Visto que não sabia se deveria compartilhar com mais alguém a notícia antes de contar ao outro responsável pela nova vida que gerava. Uma ligação foi o suficiente. Convidou o amigo para seu quarto e nem ligou de se arrumar ou a bagunça sobre sua cama, bagunça essa feita pelas dezenas de testes que ela guardou durante o tempo que criava coragem, mas torcia para que ele não reconhecesse tão facilmente o que aquelas coisas eram. “Hm, ahn. Oi?” Iniciou confusa, incerta de como deveria falar aquilo. “A gente precisa conversar, Zekie.” Passou a língua entre os lábios para molha-los mais uma vez, pois eles estavam ficando ressecados com rapidez. “Eu sei que temos evitado falar sobre o que aconteceu naquela noite, mas assim... Eu tô-- hm, nós vamos-- quero dizer, existe uma coisa-- uma vida-- aqui.” Tossiu minimamente apenas para coçar a garganta e apontou da barriga para a cama onde estavam os objetos depois de desistir de falar brevemente pelas lágrimas que insistiam em cair pelo seu rosto. O medo de ter arruinado a amizade era genuíno e estava presente. “Você vai ser pai, Zekie. Eu vou ser... mãe. Quero dizer, estamos grávidos.”

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Tempting Fate - Part Seven

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Nothing major. Mention of smoking cannabis. 

Word Count: 2,025

Story Summary: Tommy is not a believer in fate or destiny. However, a new resident in Small Heath will question his beliefs and push his boundaries outside his comfort zone.

A/N: Please don’t hate me. 

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Tommy didn’t ask you to walk with him to the canal to meet up with Curly. You didn’t ask to come along. As Tommy said, this was something he needed to do by himself. However, it wouldn’t mean that you weren’t going to worry about him until he safely returned.

One thing you still have trouble contemplating was how much your relationship with Tommy had changed in such a short amount of time.  The man used to ignore you to now having sex with you regularly. It was such a fast switch of behavior that you didn’t quite know where it came from. Whenever Tommy was around, you never gave this view much thought or interest, mostly because you were so preoccupied with Tommy that he took up a lot of your attention.

Now with him gone, it allowed you room and time to think things through if Tommy was, in fact, “the one” or not. However, you could not deny your feelings for the man that continued to grow each day you were with him. Tommy made your heart flutter that no other man had been able to accomplish.

You didn’t have too much time to think things over as Esme had arrived with the kids. You let them inside while finished making the lunch packs for the trip.

The kids rallied around you, yelping and begging for treats. “Oi! Settle down, or we won’t be going to no fair!” Esme yelled to the kids, who immediately quieted down.

You laughed while pulling out a tin with biscuits and gave each child a piece. “You lot are lucky she spoils all of you,” Esme said, pointing to each child. “So, I guess Tommy told you to be on your best behavior and not make trouble?” asked Esme, and when you nodded your head, she scoffed. “The same spiel John gave me. Those men have a lot of nerve telling us not to get into trouble.”

“Oh, trust me, then know. It won’t stop them from doing it. Okay, I think I have everything we need. We can head out. Johnny Dogs said he would meet us outside of The Garrison,” you instructed and handed one of the kids the basket with the lunch packs and other items for the road.

The ride to the fair went by fast, thanks to Johnny telling stories the entire way. You could tell Johnny was a good guy. He was a loyal friend to Tommy and appeared to get along with everyone. Johnny appeared not to be a part of one clan but multiple clans. He had the ability to integrate from one to another.

Born in Northern Ireland to a family of Irish travelers, John had befriended Tommy when they were younger. It was only when Tommy, Arthur, and John headed off to France during the War that he joined the Lee gang. You were surprised to find out that it was Johnny who presided over John and Esme’s wedding. You were equally surprised to find out that Esme and John's marriage was not a love marriage. It was arranged by Tommy and the Lees to bring both families together as they were close to being in a war with one another. All in all, you liked the man.

The wagon came to a sudden halt. “We are here!” exclaimed Johnny excitedly.

You looked out to see other wagons all lined up with people spread out in the field. There was music already being played, children running around happily, and the smell of food was exquisite. This is what you had been missing while being in Small Heath. The freedom that comes with traveling, not having to answer to anyone, living off the land, and making do with what you have. Overall, it was the sense of community that you missed the most, of being around others like you. It was one of the reasons why you became so attached to Esme. She understood while others couldn’t. Not even Tommy could understand your feelings of homesickness or why you missed traveling. He tried, but it was not something he would ever understand.

Sometimes you got the sense that Tommy was someone who tended to downplay his roots. You knew his goal of gaining power within the upper hierarchy of British society. You knew the upper crest looked down on those with working-class backgrounds and could only imagine what they thought of those with Romani blood.

While Johnny tended to the horses, you walked around with Esme and the kids. There were fortune tellers, palm readers, stalls selling jewelry, clothing, or farming tools, and an array of other horse-related items for sale. Esme got each of the kids some food and told them to bugger off and not get into trouble.

“Fancy having your fortune told?” you teased Esme, who merely rolled her eyes.

“Charlatans, all of them. They’ll only tell you what you want to hear. I was told I would marry a man who was tall, dark, and handsome. That he would be my soulmate, my other half, all that bullshit these old birds tell ya,” Esme ranted off.

“John’s tall, blond, and handsome. You may have gotten together under the not-so-normal circumstance, but you both love each other very much. Right?”

But Esme shrugged. “So, I take it the honeymoon stage is over?” you asked her.

With a sigh, Esme turned towards you, “John, I don’t know; he doesn’t talk to me about anything. He keeps things to himself, especially with what happened during the War. He has nightmares, you know.”

“Yeah, I figured all of the Shelby brothers have their inner demons from the War. It is the same with Tommy. He doesn’t share much either, but I can’t force him. All I can do is be there for him. That is what you are going to have to do with John. The Shelby’s are an unusual bunch. One we aren’t used to or have experienced before. It is as if they have this need to better themselves and to prove that they are worthy. We don’t have that need. We are happy with what we have and where we come from. No amount of money or materialistic things are going to change who we are,” you elaborated to Esme.

She seemed to consider what you were saying. “I need a drink,” was all Esme said and linked her arm with yours.

The two of you sat under a tree with a drink in hand, sharing a plate of food and passing a joint. Esme seemed to be in a lighter mood than before, thanks to the alcohol and cannabis.

When Esme said your name, you looked over at the brunette. “What?” you asked.

“I meant to ask you this for some time. How is Tommy in bed?”

You could feel the heat on your face. Stifling a smile, you hid your face with your hand to hide your blushing. Soon, you turned into a fit of giggles.

“Come one, now!” yelled Esme smiling. “Don’t get all prudent on me! How is the King of Birmingham in the sack?”

When you were able to compose yourself, you answered, “He is amazing. I don’t know how else to describe being with him. He just…I have never felt like this with any other person. The way he knows my body. It’s like he knows what makes me tick. He knows how to bring me over the edge and back again. It’s an amazing feeling.”

“Must be nice,” was all Esme said and took a drag of the joint.

You looked over at your friend. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes. You couldn’t imagine being in her position. You wouldn’t want to be in a marriage that was arranged by your older brother only to stop a war starting between two rival families. That is bound to create a marriage of convenience rather than love. Your parents were a love match, and it showed. That is what you wanted.

Was Tommy the one for you? You didn’t know, but he was the one for you at the moment.

Thankfully, Tommy returned from London safe and sound. From what you heard from Polly, Tommy’s meeting with Alfie Solomons went well. The leader of the Jewish gang had agreed to align with the Peaky Blinders to take down Sabini. Tommy spent most of his time at Shelby Company Limited, so you didn’t see him too often. This surprised you, but you tried your best to think nothing of it. However, after the first couple of days Tommy got back home, he maintained his distance from you, especially in public.

You stopped by his office one day during your break. You wanted to check on him to see how he was doing. Spotting Lizzie at her desk, you asked if Tommy was in. Not even bothering to look at you, she said he was busy.

“Can you please tell Tommy that I need to talk to him?” you practically pleaded to Lizzie.

You understood the newly appointed secretary’s animosity towards you. She liked Tommy and hated that you had his attention. Lizzie treated Esme the same way now that John was married. You and Esme had the men Lizzie wanted or could have had.

Before you turned to leave, Tommy walked out of his office. He looked at you and waved you inside. “Ms. Stark, please don’t allow any visitors to interrupt my meeting with Ms. Young,” he ordered.

You walked into Tommy’s office, and he guided you to a chair. He asked if you wanted a drink.

“No, I can’t stay long. I only wanted to see how you were doing. I haven’t seen you much since you returned from your trip. Your bruises look like they have healed nicely,” you noted as Tommy sat down in the chair across from you.

He took a swig of his whiskey and pulled out a cigarette. You declined when he offered one to you. “Is everything okay, Tommy?” you asked him, concerned.

As Tommy rubbed his thumb across his lips, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

“It would be best if we don’t see each other anymore,” Tommy spoke, still not looking at you.

For a second, you thought you misheard him. “What?”

Tommy gulped down the rest of his whiskey and slammed the glass on the side table. “I have other things to worry about. The Company needs to have my full attention. If I want to take over Sabini’s racecourses, then I can’t have any distractions. “

Folding your arms, you leaned back in the chair. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Distractions? So, I’m a distraction, now?” you asked in disbelief. It took all you had not to smack the man before you upside the head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m realistic,” Tommy countered and got up to walk to his desk. “This isn’t the time where I should…” he began to say but didn’t finish. It was like he was at a standstill. You could tell he didn’t believe what he was saying. That Tommy himself knew it was all bullshit. He was pushing you away so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Tommy didn’t want you to end up as a casualty in his war with Sabini. He also didn’t want someone like Campbell to use you as leverage against him. You were too much of a liability to him. If his enemies on to your connection to Tommy, then you could be used as a weakness against him.

Deciding that you had enough and didn’t want to listen to his gibberish, you got up and exited the office. Walking back to The Garrison, you told yourself not to cry that you were not going to shed one tear over a man who didn’t want you. That it was wasted energy crying over someone who was not brave enough even to be honest with you.

Tommy Shelby was a complicated man. You realized that he wasn’t the man for you in the long run. He was merely the man for you at the moment. And that moment was gone now.