ok but lik, now i rlly need dat vape au dis cudn't hav cum @ a perf tim
special thanks to @forovnix and google for explaining things to me bc i have never done weed rip
“I can’t believe you’ve never tried weed before,” Yuuri teases as they head into the woods, his fingers squeezing Victor’s. He sounds excited, a little too excited, for Victor’s liking.
He glances around—it’s dark, there’s nobody nearby. Yuuri brings them to a tree and then sits down, digging inside of his coat pocket. His breath is visible in the cold and Victor leans closer, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “We should come here more often.”
Yuuri turns for a better vantage point, his hands stilling in their movements, and Victor slides a hand up to cup his cheek, keeping him in place. They shift closer to each other, and then Victor has one leg comfortably nestled between both of Yuuri’s. “Okay, are you ready? I’ve never used these before, but Phichit said these would be best for you.” He produces two black vape pens from his pockets, holds them in his palm.
“It looks like a flute and a lighter had a child,” Victor notes as he takes one from Yuuri, weighing it in his hand. When Yuuri had casually brought up marijuana in conversation, and Victor had looked at him with wide eyes, Yuuri had been shocked to hear that he’d never experimented with it before. Victor, on the other hand, had been shocked that Yuuri had experimented with it before.
He laughs at that, brushes his black hair back out of his eyes with his hand, and Victor kisses him again, unable to help himself. “Okay, you’re getting sidetracked,” Yuuri accuses, though he’s not pushing him away, just giving him an affectionate eye roll. “Let’s kiss after we’ve tried it. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
“Peer pressure,” Victor scolds, nudging his side. “Okay. What do I do?”
Yuuri instructs him, and then he’s breathing in, letting out a heavy sigh and blinking at Yuuri, slightly off-put by the feeling. “Well?” Yuuri asks, squeezing his shoulder.
“I don’t feel anything,” he says, because he doesn’t.
“Give it a minute,” Yuuri tells him. “Okay, my turn.”
After Yuuri has copied Victor’s motions, albeit with more expertise, Victor blinks a few times. He picks up the pen and repeats the actions he’d done before. A few minutes pass, and then he smiles brightly at Yuuri, who is laughing, bumping his head against Victor’s shoulder.
“You feel it?” he asks.
Victor certainly feels…
A sort of lightheadedness—like painkillers, he thinks. It’s subtle, but euphoric all the same. Yuuri picks up his own pen again and then Victor crawls onto his lap, straddling his hips and kissing him harder, Yuuri’s glasses knocking against his face and their lips colliding messily. With one hand, Victor fumbles to take his glasses off and with the other he grips Yuuri’s side, trying to steady himself.
“It feels good, right? Even better than normal?” Yuuri asks, laughing again.
“Mmm,” Victor agrees, leaning his forehead on Yuuri’s. “We should come out here more often.”
“Let’s do it again,” he suggests, picking up the pen. “This stuff is light.”
A while later, Victor is settled on Yuuri’s lap. At some point, they lose their shirts, and though the air is cold Victor can’t bring himself to mind. They talk for a while before one of them turns to the other and then they’re kissing again, giddy from a concoction of love and weed.
“Tell Phichit thank you from me,” Victor suggests, then nips Yuuri’s neck. His skin tastes different than usual, more tempting, and he can’t get enough. “You taste good.”
Yuuri brushes his hand through Victor’s hair, tugging at the short strands on the back of his neck. “And you feel good. I’ll tell him. I know he and Chris do this all the time, now. Minus… Minus this part.”
“They’re missing out on the best part, then,” he muses, slipping a hand up the other boy’s shirt.
An hour later, they’re lying on the grass, staring up at the stars with the weed forgotten in Yuuri’s coat pockets. Yuuri pillows his head on Victor’s chest and hums happily, looking up at him. “A good first experience, then?”
“I didn’t know I was dating a bad boy.”
At that, Yuuri scoffs, tugging the collar of Victor’s shirt down far enough for him to kiss his chest. “I hope you’re kidding.”
“You also sing physics formulas when you’re bored, so…”
He whacks him on the arm. “Well, I didn’t know I was dating somebody so rude.”
Victor shifts his body downwards to kiss him, chaste. “Yes you did.”
a thought: its a lazy sunday morning, soft light is streaming through the curtains, viktor and yuuri are on the couch, viktor is laying on his back on the couch with yuuri on top of him, holding a book over yuuri's head with one hand and the other playing with the hair at the nape of yuuri's neck, yuuri snuggling his face into the crook of viktor's neck, half awake, makkachin is dozing off on their legs on the other side of the couch, everything is peaceful, everything is good -bee anon
Okay this is such a beautiful thought I HAVE to draw this at some point????? It’s going on my to-do list. Just one more week until exams are over and then I’LL GET TO WORK
RuPaul should make a show called: RuPaul’s Best Friend Race! They will put all the drag queens in one house, kind of like Real World. Lolol make them all get a job at the same bar. Imagine which drag queens end hooking up, or fighting. Idfk lololol
i need a fic where arthur is a cranky old man and he goes and sits down with every single nation interested in matthew and gives them a long, threatening talk about what will happen if they hurt matthew and its so weird because arthur can’t really hear and he grumbles when he sits and his knee creaks and he uses old antiquated lingo but he’s also like ‘i will pull your colon out through your nose if you break his dear little heart i’ll bash yer fucking head in i swear on me mum’ and the other nation is like 'hOLY SHIT’
and then arthur just leaves with a harrumph, complaining about kids these days