#watermelon sugar high

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Watermelon Sugar

Sydney was jamming with Tina on a Sunday evening, while the restaurant was closed and the summer was raging outside. They were locked in that kitchen for hours, AC at 68° and just letting their creative juices flow.

Syd loved anything and anyone who brought out the teacher in her, she loved Tina, and Tina loved Sydney and the molecular gastronomy masterclass she was giving her.

They were both giving some love to the Gariguette variety, which Syd said tasted a lot like Alpine strawberries and at some point, when Tina nailed the strawberry foam she was working on, following Syd's instructions to the T, she burst into song:

Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin' And it sounds just like a song I want more berries and that summer feelin' It's so wonderful and warm

Syd's jaw dropped. "Mr. Styles! Way to go, T!"

"Yes, ma'am. Raising a Gen Zer has its perks, you know..."

Tina kept going and this time Syd sang along:

Watermelon sugar high Watermelon sugar high Watermelon sugar high Watermelon sugar high Watermelon sugar!

They even started dancing a little bit and all.

About 2 hours later they called it a day not before sharing all their creations in the group chat.

The one that got the most praise was the watermelon tequila cocktail Tina had come up with to end the masterclass on a high:

She actually named it: "Watermelon Sugar High" and made a point of clarifying that the alcohol-free version of it was delish too because she knew Natalie was still breastfeeding.

Syd totally backed that up by saying that she had tasted both versions and both were indeed delicious.

The only one who hadn't chimed in the chat was Carmy. As usual.

What no one knew at that point was that he was too busy apologizing to Claire across town, and flopping at it, hard.

A casual conversation that started at the same store where they once ran into each other after years of not even ranking within the top 100 on their respective minds and where Carmy had trouble remembering her name before giving her a fake number to cut her off, once again, quickly turned into a forced apology that he could barely voice out. But after trying extra hard he was able to finish the sentence:

"I-I...um... I'm so sorry, Claire. I didn't mean to end things like that. And I was ashamed about how I-I just let things..."

"It's OK, Carmy. Don't even bother."

"No, no, I-I-...I want to-"

"Really, no need. I'm OK. I just-I- I really gotta run now, take care."

Every part of Claire was yearning for Carmy to try to stop her when she turned around and started walking away, and he did. She smiled on the inside. She got him.

He grabbed her arm, firmly, without hurting her, but not letting go. She slowly turned around, not looking at him and holding her breath. Her eyes were glued to his strong hand, that held her arm tightly, and she found his tattoos fascinating, as she always had. Old feelings of lust crept up on her, and for a fleeting moment, she remembered how those hands felt on her skin back when she thought they actually had a fair chance to be happy together. Not that long ago, actually. But it felt like an eternity ago.

"Claire, I am sorry. Really, you have to believe me. I never meant to-to hurt you."

Those words ignited a fire in her that she hadn't felt in a while, a fire fueled by anger.

"So you're sorry about the result of what you did, not about what you did, which means you'd do it again if given the chance. Geez! Thanks, Carmen. I really appreciate it. Now can you please let me fucking go?!?!?"

He hadn't thought about it that way but turns out she was right. He was definitely not sorry about what he did and would definitely do it all over again, with only 3 differences: First, he would not stand Sydney up in Kasama to help Claire move shit, second he wouldn't have given Claire the wrong number, because after re-playing that sequence in his head over and over for months, he had come to the conclusion that not giving her his number at all would have been the best way to go and would have prevented the shitstorm from breaking altogether. And lastly, he would have let her go, that same night they first ran into each other, he wouldn't have attempted to engage in any sort of small talk, he would have let her go. That's what he would have and should have done.

She must have seen the realization that was hitting him, like a ton of bricks, all over his face because she started crying, broke free from his grip, and got the hell out of that store. Again, she was hoping he would chase her and not let her go. Every tear was a calculated effort to that end.

Carmy didn't say a word to refute her and just stood there. Petrified. Now he not only knew exactly what he was sorry for and what he was actually at peace with, he also knew why he felt that way about all those things and why he didn't feel in any other way.

He walked home melting the fuck down with every step he took and reflecting on how he should have thought about all of that sooner. And also on how much of a monumental fucking idiot he was.

At that point, he finally checked his phone only to find the group chat exploding with compliments and emojis directed at Tina.

He saw the picture of the cocktail she created and literally started salivating. He needed nothing more than that icy watermelon drink, with extra tequila.

"How can I get some of that, T?"

Richie was the first one to reply "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck have you done with Carmy?"

Carmy: "WTF"

Richie: "We all know he doesn't text back and he sure as hell never checks the group chat. Who the fuck are you?!"

Carmy: "Ha ha. Very funny, never quit your day job, Richie."

That's when T cut in and said that she had let Syd take the leftover tequila mix home because she didn't want to entice her son with it.

Syd: "Yep, I took one for the team because Tina's boy is a minor and is not allowed to drink."

Richie: "How thoughtful of you."

Syd: "IKR?"

Carmy showed up at Syd's place and she could not believe it was him when she buzzed him in.

But there he was standing right in front of her, Carmen Berzatto, the one and only, asking:

"Do you still have some of that watermelon stuff?"

"Sure do... C'mon in."

And so he did as he awkwardly smiled at her and she disappeared into the kitchen to start fixing the drinks.

Carmy followed her and offered to help her but she refused.

"Make yourself comfortable, I got this."

"K. Sure..."

Taking the hint, he left the kitchen and made his way back to the living room, finding a spot on her couch and fixating his eyes on the chair right in front of it that substituted the coffee table, which simply wasn't part of the landscape.

"Sorry, I have no tables yet. Getting there."

"Oh, no problem at all. Actually, I have a spare table that I think-"

"Thanks, but nope. I already ordered mine. Should be here by next week."

"Oh, ok."

"Here, let me show you. You're gonna love it, it's Italian but looks like Nordic."

Syd put the drinks on the chair and took her phone to show him the picture of the coffee table she ordered that was basically a geometric design with a top disc that rested on a base composed of 2 symmetrically superimposed truncated cones and that could be elevated by turning the top, which was hinged on the central-screw trunk of the base, allowing the top disc to be isometrically lowered and elevated at will, to make it more comfortable for other uses.

Syd's eyes sparkled as she described her new coffee table to Carmy and the excitement in her voice was like music to his ears. He needed that.

The short conversation he had had with Claire at the store, had left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, but also a much clearer picture in his mind of what he needed to do with his life and what he had been screwing up with lately. Well, for a while now, he admitted.

Carmy was more sure than ever before about his motivation. He had always known that everything he did, he did it for Syd and for Michael. But he had never thought about why Syd meant so much to him. Well, never was too strong of a word. It did cross his mind but only briefly, during and after a couple of panic attacks. He had to sweep all that under the rug to keep going and he did and after doing that he never let himself go there again. He couldn't function at the level he needed to if he did, so that was not an option for him. Not to mention how positive he was about Syd surely not being on the same page, so what was the point anyway? However, Claire hit a nerve when she said that he was not sorry about what he did and that he would do it again. Because he would. He would go to hell and back for Syd a thousand times if he had to. And he had been thinking about that all the way to her place.

He had to see her, so he basically invited himself over when Tina said that the watermelon sugar potion was in Syd's possession.

They talked and talked and one thing led to the other and they started cooking.

And he was absolutely aware by the time she bent over to put those short ribs in the oven, that what they had been talking about when they came up with that recipe, felt a lot like foreplay to him. Maybe it was the watermelon drink talking in his head, and telling him to grab her by the waist, make her turn around, and kiss her with all he had and more but he couldn't stop thinking about that.

When she took the ribs out of the oven and closed her eyes saying "Mmmmm, smells sooo fucking good!" Carmy couldn't help but wish she breathed him in like that.

He wanted to taste her more than he wanted to taste those short ribs. Again, maybe it was the watermelon sugar high, but he kept thinking about how he'd kill to know how she tasted.

And later that night he sure did. He feasted on her.

And after that, Carmy just didn't know how could he have ever gone without that.

A/N: Obs this fic is inspired by the song, which I love and it just made me think about how funny it'd be to make a Sydcarmy love potion out of watermelon sugar. LOL! I also wanted to write a little bit about Tina, whom I think is a very underutilized character on the show. I have the feeling that when Storer starts writing her character in more scenes, those scenes will definitely be Sydcarmy scenes. Tina is one of the captains of the Sydcarmy troupe, we just haven't been shown that yet, but it's gonna happen, chefs. Let's just be patient. In the meantime, having her kickstart this Sydcarmy fic, just felt right to me. The dividers are by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and the picture of the watermelon drinks is from Big Flavors from a tiny kitchen. Enjoy! (and cheers!)

Thanks for reading 💋

[mexicancorn]

James sold the songs. He was always on the telephone.

[watermelonlovershigh]

(idk what i just created but enjoy)

[cookingincollege]

NYT Cooking: Watermelon Sugar

Ingredients

1 teaspoon kosher salt

1 teaspoon superfine sugar

¼ teaspoon cayenne pepper

2 inch-wide watermelon cubes

¾ ounces simple syrup

½ ounces joven mezcal (see notes)

1 ½ ounces Blanco tequila

Preparations

On a small plate, mix salt, sugar and cayenne with a fork. Lightly wet the rim of a cocktail glass with water or lime juice, and dip glass on plate, coating rim, then tap to shake off the excess.

In a cocktail shaker, crush watermelon with muddler or long-handled spoon. Fill half the shaker with ice and vigorously shake the watermelon, syrup, lime, mezcal and tequila. Strain into glass and serve.

Tip: joven mezcals are young spirits with no aging. They will usually be labeled as such and will be clear or have a very light color.

[hearteye-emoji]

why is my dad obsessed with “watermelon sugar” by harry styles

[achillespussyandcunt]

Y’all know any good songs about eating pussy?

I’m starting a collection but I’m SORELY lacking I’ve only got 4 and ones a Harry styles song

[kiradical]

I was tagged by @straight-strychnine for Lock Screen, last movie watched, last song listened to and last picture taken

No pressure tags: @highasfshit @california-andy @bearfacelie @lovethisfat37 @memesnotwelcome @sirhro @jeremy-allen-black and anyone else who wants to do this 🫶🏻

[marlenasblog]

Happy birthday darling!!!

[diabetes-health-corner]

Watermelon: Good or Bad for Diabetes?

Watermelon can be a part of a healthy diet for people with diabetes when consumed in moderation. Its hydration benefits, low calorie content, and rich nutrient profile make it a refreshing and nutritious choice. This blog will explore the benefits and potential concerns of including watermelon in a diabetic diet.

Read more: https://www.freedomfromdiabetes.org/blog/post/watermelon-good-or-bad-for-diabetes/3908

[mexicancorn]

[always-aqua]

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[bigleoenergy]

No way I just come back on to find Beyoncé lost……to h*rr* st*l*s no less……..

[onlyhyunjin]

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒!

(♡) - my personal favorites (🔞) - CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT

FALLEN STAR - @h5eavenly (A story of two hurt souls finding comfort within each other in the most unexpected ways.)(🔞)(♡)

OFF LIMITS - @yeonzzzn (your older brother has always told you “no boys” and his friends “sister is off limits”, which always worked…until everyone comes back home from college and you see how grown up his best friend has become…)

CHILLING AND KILLING - @yeonzzzn (ghostface Jake au) (♡)

SURPISE BABY - @alvojake (jake was deadset on making your birthday special even if that meant making you hang out with your friend until he was finished setting up his last birthday surprise.)

AFTER HOURS - @heesbaby (jake sim, bassist of AFTERHOURS and all round terrible guy, so deep in his self absorbed world where everything went his way and everyone fell at his feet. he hardly noticed you moving in next door until he caught a glimpse of you in the hallway. completely uninterested in your neighbour, you did you best to ignore his advances. that was until you found yourself humming along to the songs he practiced every night.) (♡)

WATERMELON SUGAR - @wonryllis (he’s the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but he’s not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.)

MEET ME AT OUR SPOT - @jjunieworld (with the news of your grandma’s depleting health, life has you moving to your mother’s seaside hometown for the summer to your aunt’s. while there, you meet the illustrious player—jake sim—that everyone can’t seem to stop talking about. what you never expected was to gain his attention and spend the three months you’re there falling for him.)

BREAK THE ICE - @jaylver (Punching a guy in the club then kissing him not long after at a hockey game wasn't exactly a fairytale, but for you, it was your reality. The worst part of all it wasn't even the incidents that happened, but the fact that you didn't know him or his name. That was until another stir of events that happened which caused you and him to actually meet, so what was the best way to break the ice after a disastrous punch and a shocking kiss together? A date. It could be love at first sight, or more accurately, it was love at first punch, or … kiss? )

NEW YOU - @sageryuri (all hell breaks loose when you, the heir to the throne, decides to run away to begin a new life. luckily, you experience a surprise encounter with jake sim, which brings upon freeing adventures and sprouts a taboo relationship between a princess, and a poor criminal.)

KIWI AND LAYLA - @asahicore (in which you mistake jake’s backpack for your own, making you each go home with the other’s bag. both of you are too curious for your own good, so you quickly find out that you excel in the subject the other is failing - a mutual tutoring agreement ensues, and it turns into much more than what you had expected.)

WEBS OF HURT - @jaylver (Falling for your best friend wasn't on your check list for high school. As if that wasn't enough to break your heart, his odd behaviour only added fuel to the fire along with a new crush of his. Who knew that odd behaviour would soon turn into a secret truth that you'd discover after his valiant effort of hiding.)

[screaminglygay]

Watermelon, sugar, high.

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: you are not a big fan of collage parties, but maybe you´ll change your mind, when there´s an interesting person around.

warnings: stoner!wanda, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, swearing, bad flirting, making out while being high

word count: 2.6k

an: this fic is not meant to encourage people to use drugs!! i want to have a flirty chat with wanda and i also want her sweet lips on mine:)

"Hiii!" Your friend links hand with yours.

"Abolutely not." You shake your head.

"Come on! It will be fun." Your friend begs you to go with them to the usual Friday party.

"Drunk people grinding agaisnt eachother is not fun," you take look at them as you start heading out of the school.

"Oh my god! If you don´t want to grind on people, that´s fine, don´t do it," they roll their eyes at you, "but you have to come, please! Pretty please."

"I hate you." Now it´s your time to roll your eyes.

"You don´t, you love me and that´s why you´ll be ready at eight." You´re already done for today, so you take a nice walk back into your apartment.

It´s not like you hate parties, but you´re just socialy awkward and you don´t really see the point of drinking tons of alcohol, making out with a stranger and having a hangover the next day. Maybe you actually do hate parties.

With a resigned sigh, you settle on an outfit that feels comfortable yet still a bit stylish. Black on black. It's not perfect, but it will have to do. Glancing at the clock make you realize that your friend will be here soon to pick you up, expecting you to be ready. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in your chest. Maybe it doesn't matter what you wear—maybe it's just about showing up and enjoying yourself.

Enjoying yourself in a house full of alcohol, drugs, drunk and horny people. How can you enjoy yourself there? Oh god.

Your friend arrives right on time, honking the horn playfully to announce her presence. You grab your phone, keys and wallet and rush to her car.

Buckling up, you can't shake the anxiety gripping you. "I really hate parties," you admit with a sigh, meeting her gaze as she starts the engine.

She glances at you, empathy softening her expression. "I know you do," she acknowledges gently, her voice laced with understanding. "But tonight's going to be great. Just relax, enjoy the fun, and embrace your youth."

"Embrace your youth?" You roll your eyes. "I just never feel like I fit in."

"Trust me, once we get there, you'll see that no one cares, everyone is just in their little head, like you are." She smiles at you.

You fidget with your shirt, still hesitant. "What if I don't know anyone?" you ask, nerves creeping back in.

She reaches over, squeezing your hand comfortingly. "I'll be right by your side," she assures you, her reassurance grounding you.

And that was a lie.

"I´ll be back in a second," your friend said - and that was like a 40 minutes ago.

You glance around awkwardly, attempting to look engaged while secretly wishing for your friend to reappear. People bustle past, engaged in their own conversations and laughter, oblivious to your internal struggle.

A burst of laughter erupts nearby, drawing your attention momentarily. You force a smile, trying to appear approachable, but no one even looks at your direction. The music pounds in your ears, a constant reminder of the pulsating atmosphere you're trying to navigate alone.

"You look like you need some company," you hear raspy voice behind you and then you see a face, pretty face. Tall girl with long brown hair in a black skirt that falls to mid-thigh, paired with a dark gray long-sleeve shirt that drapes softly against her silhouette, her outfit complemented by a delicate necklace that adds a special touch to it all.

After you basically checked her up and down, you slightly shake your head, "not really, no." You sip from your drink that tastes like shit, "my friend just went to the bathroom."

"Are they okay? I mean being in the bathroom for," she looks at her phone, "over 30 minutes is a long time."

"How do you know that?!" You tilt your head as she leans closer to you.

"I know a lot of things, malysh. I also know that you need company or you gonna pass out from all the stuff that it´s happening in here, follow me." She offers you her hand.

"I´m not gonna follow a stranger somewhere… away from the crowd."

"I´m Wanda, you are?"

"(Y/N)."

"Now we´re not strangers," She takes your hand in her soft one. Oh her hands are nice. A sly smile as she leads you outside, on the roof to be specific. Suddenly the world goes quiet - yes, you still hear the music, but this feels way nicer and you breathe some fresh air.

"Better, (Y/N)?" Wanda smiles at you.

You nod, "yeah, a lot actually," you smile back at her.

Wanda nods, she walks further away from you, sitting on the edge of the roof, "this is my favorite spot."

"Oh, so this is your house?" You look around once more, then you go and join her.

Wanda nods, pulling a small bag with… weed. You look back at her.

"Shouldn't you be downstairs, enjoying your own party?" Your gaze drops to her hands, each adorned with unique silver rings that catch the light as she expertly crushes the dried herb in her grinder. With practiced finesse, she meticulously spreads the cannabis along the length of the rolling paper, ensuring an even distribution.

"My brother is enjoying that for the both of us," her fingers, nimble and fold the paper around the herb, creating a tight cylinder.

Once satisfied with the shape, she licks the edge of the paper, sealing it with a practiced flick of her tongue. And from her pocket she pulls out a black lighter. After few seconds the scent of cannabis permeates the air, blending with the distant bass thump of music from downstairs. She puts her lighter back into her pocket.

"So not a party person?" Your eyes are concentratates on her lips, she´s really beautiful.

Wanda exhales, her eyes scanning the horizon. "Parties can be… overwhelming," she admits. "I prefer quieter moments like this, where I can think and breathe."

You nod in agreement, "it's nice up here," you offer, glancing at her with a small smile. "Peaceful."

"Yeah," Wanda murmurs, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I come here a lot, away from the noise of the world."

As you both settle into a comfortable silence, you can´t help but glance at her time to time. The more you look at her, the more you find her beuatiful.

Wanda notices the way you´re basically staring at her, "would you like some?"

"Oh no, no, I- uh never had… that." You point to her blunt between her pretty fingers.

"Never?" Her smirk widens.

You shake your head at her question, "never."

"Wanna try it?" She take one more puff of the joint.

"I-" You want to try it. "I´m not sure." You manage to say.

Wanda smiles and nods, "Okay, no preasure here."

"No, I want to try it, I… I don´t know why I said I´m not sure…" your eyes went from Wanda to her fingers and then back up at her.

"Looks like you need to relax a bit." Your hand reaches for the blunt, but Wanda moves away, her fingers gracefully taking hold of it. Her touch is delicate yet firm as she brings the blunt to your lips, guiding it with a steady hand.

"Open, but don't inhale into your lungs," she instructs softly, her voice a soothing.

You follow her guidance, parting your lips as the tip of the blunt touches them. The smoke tickles your throat as you tentatively draw it in, but despite your efforts to follow Wanda's instructions, the unfamiliar sensation overwhelms you. The harshness of the smoke makes you cough.

"Oh god-" it feels like your insides are on fire.

"It´s okay," her other hand falls on your knee and softly rubs it up and down to sooth you, "let it all out."

After few deep breaths and few tears from your eyes, you finally speak, "that was… horrible."

Wanda chuckles, "the first time is always bad, unless you´re eating edibles."

"Can I try it again?" Your eyes meet Wanda´s ones, "please?" You add.

She smiles at your politeness and nods, bringing her hand back to your mouth, as you inhale a bit, you cough again. Her hand never left your knee, slowly running up and down to sooth you again.

"I don´t know what I though-" another absoutely horrible inhale, making you cought even more than the first try.

"It's okay," she reassures you, her voice calm and steady. "It takes time to get used to it. Just take it slow."

You nod, taking comfort in her words and the steadying touch of her hand. With each attempt, you feel a bit more at ease. Despite the coughing and the burning sensation in your throat, there's a strange comfort in sharing this moment with Wanda, her presence grounding you amidst the new experience.

"You're doing great," Wanda encourages, her smile warm and genuine. "It gets easier, I promise. And I think that for the first time, few puffs will be just enough for you." She chuckles.

Her encouragement fuels your determination, and you take another small puff, this time managing to hold it in for a moment before exhaling. The smoke swirls around you, mingling with the cool night air.

"See? Getting better already," Wanda praises, her hand still gently caressing your knee. The warmth of her touch feels so good.

You hum. "What's supposed to happen after smoking weed?" you ask, curiosity mingling with uncertainty.

Wanda smiles, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, it varies from person to person, but usually, you start to feel more relaxed, maybe a bit giggly or nostalgic. It's different for everyone."

You nod, processing her words as the minutes tick by. Slowly, a warm, tingling sensation spreads through your body. Your mind begins to feel lighter, the edges of your thoughts softening into a pleasant haze. The world around you seems to take on a softer, more vibrant hue.

After some minutes of silence, Wanda notices the look on your face. "How are you feeling?"

You take a moment to consider, a small smile creeping onto your lips. "I feel… good. Warm. Like everything's a little more… interesting," you say.

Wanda's smile widens, and she nods in understanding. "That's the idea. It's all about letting go and enjoying the moment."

As you sit there, the conversation flows effortlessly. You talk about everything and nothing—your favorite books, funny memories from childhood, and even some old cartoons you used to watch as a kid. Wanda listens intently, her laughter ringing out occasionally, filling the rooftop with a joyful sound.

At one point, you find yourself marveling at the stars above, their brilliance more vivid than ever. "Do you think there's life out there?" you ask, your voice dreamy and reflective.

Wanda tilts her head, considering the question. "I think the universe is too vast for us to be the only ones. It's kind of comforting, in a way, to think we're part of something much bigger."

You nod, feeling a profound sense of connection to the universe and to Wanda next you.

"You're really good at this," you say suddenly, looking at her with wide, appreciative eyes.

Wanda chuckles softly. "At what?"

"At making me feel… like it's okay to just be," you reply, your voice sincere.

Wanda's expression softens, and she reaches out to gently squeeze you thigh. "Happy to be at your service," she says simply.

You find yourself staring at Wanda, unable to tear your eyes away from her. The way her lips curve into a gentle smile, the way her eyes twinkle with a mixture of amusement and understanding—it's all captivating. The world around you blurs, leaving just the two of you in sharp focus.

Wow… why didn´t you come to the party before? It´s just so… fascinating.

Wanda notices your intense gaze and smiles knowingly. "You're adorable when you're high, you know that?" she says, her voice low and teasing.

You blush, but you can't look away. "Am I?" you murmur, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that has nothing to do with the weed.

Wanda leans in a bit closer, her eyes locked onto yours. "Absolutely. You have this… innocent charm. It's really endearing."

You giggle nervously, feeling your cheeks heat up. "You're not so bad yourself."

Wanda's grin widens. "Oh? What do you like about me?" she asks, her tone playful and flirty.

You bite your lip, feeling a surge of boldness. "You´re beautiful. So beautiful that I want to kiss you."

Wanda's eyes darken with interest, and she leans in closer, her lips just a breath away from yours. "Well, who am I to deny a request like that?" she whispers.

Before you can respond, Wanda's lips brush against yours, soft and tentative. The kiss is gentle at first, a sweet exploration. Your heart races, and you find yourself leaning into her, deepening the kiss. Wanda's hand slides up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing softly against your skin.

As you kiss, Wanda's other hand rests on your thig. "You taste sweet," she murmurs, her voice husky.

"And you taste like… heaven," you reply, feeling a little dazed but incredibly happy.

Wanda laugh at your words, finding it absolutely adorable how high you are, her eyes sparkling. "Heaven, huh? I like that."

The weed might be helping, but you truly feel like you´re in "heaven", you nodd.

"I think I'd prefer us both to be sober for the rest," she whispers, her eyes looking into yours. "How about we continue this on a proper date?"

You nod, your heart fluttering with excitement. "I'd like that," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's smile widens, and she presses a quick, soft kiss to your forehead. "It's a date, then," she says, her tone filled with promise. There is a comfort silence, until she speaks again. "So, I guess I should ask for your phone number," she says, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

You giggle, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Yeah, that would be a good idea," you reply, reaching into your pocket for your phone. Your hands are a bit shaky, but you manage to unlock it and hand it over to Wanda.

She types in her number, then hands your phone back to you. "There you go," she says, her smile warm and genuine. "Now we can plan our date."

You grin, calling her so she has your number as well. "I can't wait."

Just then, you hear your friend's voice calling your name from below. "(Y/N)! Are you up there?" she shouts, her tone a mix of concern and impatience.

You sigh, glancing at Wanda. "Looks like my friend is looking for me."

Wanda nods, her expression understanding. "Looks like we have to say our goodbyes," for the first time you can see Wanda´s smile dissapearing. "But tonight was fun. I'm really glad we met."

"Me too," you say, standing up and brushing off your clothes. As you move toward the door, your friend appears, her face a mix of relief and exasperation.

"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you," she says, crossing her arms. "It's late. We should get going."

"Here I am." You smile proudly.

"Goodnight, Wanda," you say softly.

Wanda smiles, her eyes warm and full of promise. "Goodnight. I'll text you soon," she winks.

As you and your friend walks back down, even at your state you can feel them staring, "we should party more often, it´s fun. Very fun." You mumble looking at her.

They look at you with suprise. "What made you change your mind? Your new friend?"

"Just the vibe is great and you know… it´s all about the vibes. And mostly pretty girls. Pretty girl." You smile to yourself thinking about Wanda again.

Your friend looks at you and it finally clicks, "oh my god, are you high?"

Thank you for reading, I had so much fun writing this hehe:)

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Ten Tips for an Easy Yom Kippur Fast

Fasting doesn’t necessarily mean suffering. There’s quite a bit we can do to alleviate the bodily and mental stress that normally accompanies a fast. The day before the fast, follow the following guidelines:

1. Cut down your caffeine intake to minimize headaches. That means stop drinking coffee, tea, and cola at least eight hours before the fast, and preferably twenty-four hours before the fast.

2. Avoid salty, spicey, and fried foods on the day before the fast.

3. Avoid white sugar, white flour, and white rice. Eat whole-grained foods such as brown rice and whole-wheat bread or challa.

4. Drink a lot of water all day long.

5. Eat a good breakfast that includes fruits, veggies, eggs or sardines, and whole grains.

6. The pre-Yom Kippur meal (se’uda mafseket) should include baked or broiled fish, a veggy salad, consomme, a small portion of chicken or turkey, and a side dish of complex carbohydrates. Substitute sweet deserts with watermelon or other water-retaining fresh fruit, and a cup of herb tea with a whole-grain cookie.

On Yom Kippur:

7. The more you immerse yourself in prayer, the less you’ll think about food.

8. Rest between prayers. Don’t run around outside, especially in the hot sun. Save your voice for prayers. Idle talking will make you thirstier, and will detract from the holiness of the day.

After the fast:

9. Drink two glasses of water, and then eat solids gradually, so as not to shock the digestive system. Begin with fruit, like plums or grapes. The worst thing people do is to consume pastries and soft drinks, or “lekach un bronfan” (cake and liquor) right after the fast (these are unhealthy anytime, all the more so right after the fast when they give your body a shock of glucose).

10. Forty-five minutes to an hour afterwards, one can eat a balanced meal with protein, carbohydrates, and vegetables. After eating, relax for an hour with your favorite book (preferably Gemara of the laws of Succoth from Shulchan Oruch) and your favorite beverage, then begin constructing your Succa.

Attention diabetics, heart patients, folks with high blood pressure, and people whose health depends on regular medication - you must be especially careful to ask your doctor if you are capable of fasting, and then consult with your local rabbi, giving him the doctor’s exact opinion. For many such people, it is a mitzva not to fast on Yom Kippur.