perfectly rolled joint

micky-has-a-fez  asked:

113 and/or 149 for tree bros (i adore your drabbles btw omg it was so hard to pick just two :p)

Feel free to request more love! Thank you for enjoying my writing.

#113 & 149 “Are you high” and “We started out with one, now we have seven”


The last thing Evan Hansen expected to do on Friday night was get high with Connor Murphy. Of course the last thing he expected was to bump into said teen in the park at ten thirty at night.

“You just gonna stand there Hansen?” Connor questioned. The joint hung loosely in his lips.

Evan felt awkward but he sat beside him anyways. “Are you high right now?” Evan already knew the answer but he had to make conversation some way.

“Don’t ask stupid fucking questions.” Connor muttered and passed Evan the joint. 

“Oh no…I couldn’t” Evan shook his head and pushed Connor’s hand away. All he can think about his disappointing his mother if he even so much as took one puff of a joint. The last thing he wants to do his disappoint his mom, she does so much for him.

“C’mon Hansen, don’t be fucking lame.” Connor rolled his eyes and once more held the joint out for Evan. 

Evan’s hands began to shake as he took the joint from Connor. He could feel the moisture beginning to gather in his palms as he takes a puff. He begins to cough violently and Connor let’s out a small laugh.

“Should’ve warned you.” Connor shrugged and took the joint back. He has more joints he needs to roll so he hands Evan a full one and smirks at him. 

It feels like hours but Evan’s mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. He knows he’s high, or he thinks he’s high? He feels lighter. “Woah, we started out with one! Now we have seven.” Evan laughs and examines Connor’s handy work. Seven perfectly rolled joints.

“Yeah, talk to me tomorrow and maybe we can smoke some more Hansen.” Connor smirks. He leans back into the soft grass and feels something…someone lay beside him.

“Are-are the stars even real?”

“Shhhh….don’t talk Hansen.”

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Take Me HIGHer

For my stoner queen @deleted-scenes in honor of her birthday and signing her book deal for her diss today.  You deserve all the good things my dear, especially the good smut. 

Shout out to @runedsterek for the inspiration. 


The setting sun cast a shadow over the loft, silhouetting Derek as he stood in the middle of the room, his eyes on the door.  A moment later it was pulled open by Stiles, his eyes bright and his hair a little wild, but when was his hair under control these days?

“Happy birthday big guy,” Stiles said with a grin.  He pulled a small gift wrapped box out of his back pocket and tossed it to Derek.

“Who told you it’s my birthday?” Derek asked, catching the package and eyeing it suspiciously.  He had intentionally not told anyone when his birthday was, he had started a sad tradition of spending it alone, ever since Laura died.  He usually left town for the day, just in case someone found out and tried to make him celebrate.

If hadn’t been a problem for the last four years because the pack had been off at college, but now that they had graduated and some of them had moved back he should have expected this, even though he should have known, he was still a little annoyed.

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inspired by the eye art aka detention for crenny

“Dude, are you coming or what?”

“Can’t. Got detention.”

“What for this time?” came Kyle’s monotone voice. He could picture the look of disapproval on his face perfectly.

“I was rolling a joint on the desk.”

“For the love of fucking god Kenny.”


Irritated that he had to spend an hour longer in the dump that was Park County High, Kenny kicked the door to the classroom open a little rougher than was really necessary. 

Usually, that kinda shit wouldn’t bother him too much, but he actually had plans with the guys, and worse still, they confiscated his fucking weed. 

Sure, rolling a joint in class wasn’t the smartest of decisions, but he sat at the back and the teacher almost never paid attention to the entire class let alone the back row. Just his fuckin’ luck. He’d done it so many times before, statistically he was bound to be caught eventually. 

Whatever, maybe he could get away with sexting or watching porn on his phone if he sat at the back and pretended to read.

There weren’t many students in detention that day, the usual faces and a couple of nerdy looking kids that looked over terrified when the door slammed open to announce Kenny’s arrival.

Then he noticed another kid near the front with his head on the desk, and it took him about 0.2 seconds to figure out who it was. The hat gave it away, really. Why he was sitting at the front, Kenny had no idea. He figured he was probably made to.

Kenny decided it’d probably be more interesting and pass the time quicker if he sat next to Craig, he didn’t have much data left on his phone for the other ideas anyway.

Making his way through the lines of small, grafittied desks, Kenny grabbed hold of the back of the chair behind the desk next to Craig’s. He pulled it towards him, wincing at the horrible screeching noise the legs scraping the floor made.

“Hey,” he greeted, noticing the way Craig jumped at the noise and looked up at him, “what are you in for?”

another section from the leaked rogue one script
  • jyn: you were darth vader's padawan. please tell us, is there anything that we can do to stop him?
  • ahsoka: *does a hit off of sabine's perfectly rolled joint* ok like, honestly???? he's really sensitive about his knees. idk if it would still work since he's gone all robot or whatever but if you say his knees look weird there's a 60% chance he will start crying

anonymous asked:

Like what if will graham just gets stoned at home for relaxing and just hits the bowl a bit to much that day at home and calls Hannibal stoned out of his mind and flirts just a tiny bit. Or like a lot, I've done this a lot, so I know it's possible.

Thanks, Anon!  Sorry it took so long to complete –  it was a lot of fun to write.  Summary:  Will gets baked and decides to call Hannibal to flirt. Flirt? I mean, I guess so. Pot-induced shenanigans ensue. Takes place in the same season 1 AU as “Adult Education,” well before the two start dating.


The first hit was always the best. Will took a long drag and held it, the tension leaving his body with each passing second during that slow exhale…


Tommy, the kid who lived down the road and walked the pack, was outside when Will pulled up the driveway from a nightmarish day at work. Would it be too much to ask to have just one day where he didn’t have to see any dead bodies? Apparently, it was.

“Oh hey, Mr. Graham,” Tommy exclaimed looking surprised to see Will there. “I thought you’d be home much later.”

“I was able to leave at a somewhat decent hour for once. Thank god for small favors.”

Tommy looked at Will with an odd smile, and appeared skittish as Will got nearer. Will was too tired to give a shit and as he reached for his wallet to pay Tommy, Tommy jumped back about a foot.

“Jesus, Tommy. Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry,” he replied. Will could swear the kid was practically shaking in his Doc Marten boots.

“Well, here’s $20 for this week and last. I think I still owe you $10,” Will mumbled as he handed Tommy some wrinkled bills.

Tommy grabbed the money and yelped, “Thanks, see you next time!” and in his mad dash to get out of there quickly, bumped right into Will knocking his keys and wallet out of his hand.

“Tommy!” Will growled with annoyance.

“Sorry!” and he made haste down the road.

Will watched Tommy disappeared into the early evening, and bent down to pick up his keys and wallet from the gravelly road. And what was right next to them? A joint. A perfectly rolled glorious looking joint.

“That little shit,” Will mumbled, realizing why Tommy hightailed it out of there.

A teenaged Will would have too, had he encountered his FBI agent neighbor while carrying a joint. Will smirked, and said to the dogs who were barking from inside the house watching him, “His loss is my gain.”

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"High On You"

Michael Clifford Smut

Requested: yes

Rated: R

Pairing: Michael Clifford/Y/N

Description: Michael calls you over for a smoke, and maybe for a little fun. 

You got a call from Michael telling you to come over pronto. He sounded a little dazed over the phone, you were pretty sure what it was. He had been doing some bad things lately, but you couldn’t deny he looked sexy with a joint in his mouth.

You pulled up in his driveway and you felt relieved. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on a smoke and get that feeling again. You walked up to the door and heard Michael’s music turned up to the maximum volume, vibrating the ground under your feet. You smiled to yourself and knocked on the door loudly.

You waited around for a minute until the door swung open to reveal a red eyed Michael with a giant grin on his face. “Hey baby,” he spoke over the music with a slight slur to his words. His hair was a mess and the space behind him was painted with smoke.

You walked in and he dropped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you up the stairs to his room.

“Are your parents home?” You asked and he just shook his head. You let a smile plaster onto your face as you reached down and took the joint from Michael’s hand, placing it in your mouth and blowing out a long puff of smoke.

“Aye that’s mine,” he laughed. “I have plenty for you upstairs,” he smiled and took it out of your mouth. You smacked his arm gently and he pushed you in his room. The music pounded in your ears and Michael went to turn it down a bit and plopped down on the floor, his legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Come here baby,” he cooed and you went over to him, plopping down between his legs, resting your head on his chest.

“Where’s your stash Mikey?” You questioned, sitting up to grab the obvious pile on his bed.

“I’ll roll one for you,” he spoke gently, removing his and blowing out a ring of smoke. He reached behind him and rolled you a blunt, trying to kiss your neck in the process. You laughed at him and turned around kissing him on the lips.

He picked up his perfectly rolled joint and tapped your lips. You opened up and let him slide it between your lips. You sighed in relief and blew out the smoke, enjoying the feeling washing over you. “You look so perfect like this,” Michael whispered in your ear and you shuttered, chills running down you’re spine.

You turned around fully and straddled him, running your hands through his hair. You put your joint on the cracked ashtray on Michael’s bedside table and kissed Michael’s head. You put your lips around his blunt and put in your mouth and he grinned like an idiot.

“You’re so pretty baby,” he moaned out and you could feel yourself completely float away with the world.
You put his joint on the ashtray along with yours and pressed your body against his.

“I want you Mikey,” you moaned as he placed his lips to your neck. Your fingers brushed along the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his body. You ran your hands up his chest and he groaned as you smiled and pecked his lips.

Michael pulled off your shirt and let it fall on the ground. He cupped your covered boobs and squeezed them gently before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. You reached down and rubbed his bulge through his tight jeans causing him to let a quiet moan release from his pink lips.

He reached over and pulled the still lit up blunt from the ashtray and blew the smoke in and out of his mouth then placed it in your lips as you did the same. You went to get up to take things to the bed but he pulled you back down.

“Let’s just stay here baby,” he whispered as he began to unbutton your jeans. You lifted your hips and let him pull them off, kissing his neck in the process. You reached down and unbuttoned Mikey’s pants, pulling them down slowly, teasing him.

He laughed and pulled you back up to him, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. He reached down and pulled off your panties, rubbing lazy circles on your clit.

“No teasing baby I just wanna fuck,” you sighed on his mouth, pulling off his boxers letting his cock spring out. You grabbed his cock and started to pump it but Michael stopped you.

“I thought you said no teasing babe?” He laughed. “Now ride my cock baby,” he moaned as you slid down on him. He reached up and took his boobs in your hands, admiring your body as you rotated your hips real slow. Michael left all the work to you as you ran your hands down your torso and bounced up and down slowly.

You could feel a tightness in your stomach and thighs as you threw your head back. Michael let out a low, deep moan. “Fuck baby I’m cumming,” he moaned and you bent down, kissing his lips as you came in him.

You pulled off him and pumped his cock a few times before sitting down in between his legs. He lit two more blunts and stuck one in his mouth than yours.

“I’m high on you,” you laughed out, puffing some smoke out in the process.

“I’m high on you too,” he laughed back, kissing your neck one last time

A/N - I’m soooo sorry this took so long I’ve been really busy but I hope you like it!

Preference #93 You Smoke Weed With Him

Your name: submit What is this?


 “Cmon Harry, just one hit won’t kill you.” Zayn says extending the rolling, piping hot joint out in Harry’s direction. All night you’ve been trying to convince him to try it. But if you know anything about Harry you know that he hates smoking. It’s not that he cares what you’re smoking, to him smoking anything is bad. 

“I’ll pass,” he says crossing his arms over his chest and checking over his shoulder for what seemed to be the 50th time that night. 

“You’re more paranoid than I am babe.” You say tucking into his side a bit more.  It’s cold in the bus garage where the boys decided to come and smoke. Behind a trailer full of who knows what, next to an open door, so the smoke can escape.

“Awe Harry, don’t look so pissed. You knew we were coming out here to smoke.” Liam says from across the small space. The ruffle of a potato chip bag, draws everyones attention to Niall, for just a second. They are supposed to be quite. And the air coming out of that bag was exactly the opposite.

“What? Im hungry!” He defends pulling the bag closer and shoving a handful into his mouth.

“I’m not pissed Liam.” Harry snaps back and pulls his phone out to check the time. “I just don’t agree the the inhalation of toxins is all….I’m not pissed.” He repeats. By the time you have passed around the second joint Harry had loosened up a bit. “Why do you guys even smoke that stuff?” He asks pointedly.

“You’ve obviously never done it before…” Taking another hit from the joint Louis passed, you lock eyes with him. “It’s wonderful.” you cough out, and extend it to him in another attempt to get him to try. This time he doesn’t say no. He looks around the circle at everyone one.

“That-a boy Haz, just one hit mate.” Louis taunts. Harry looks over his shoulder one more time before, “Fine, but just to see what all of the fuss is about.” He takes a deep breath and puts the paper to his lips. Its sort of unnatural to see him doing it. 

No more than 10 minutes later you’re all laughing loudly over a joke they had all heard over a hundred times before. 

“He was in the pantry the whole time!” Harry booms, wiping tears that just keep flowing over his  cheeks. But it all stopped when they heard a very familiar voice calling fro them. 

“Boys! Are you in here? You’d better not be smoking that shit again.” Alberto called from somewhere in the garage.

“Time to go,” Zayn says taking another hit and running right out the back door. They never do manage to get caught.


”I don’t think I’ve ever been this high before,” you say after blowing out a cloud of thick smoke. Only and hour ago he’d come bounding into the hotel room, with a bag of the dankest weed you’ve ever smelled. The memory is slightly hazy now, but your sure you remember him talking excitedly about the show.

‘You should’ve seen da crowd tonight!’

‘Some girl threw a Harry bobble head and nailed him right in da jewels. It looked like him though so we kept it… Best fans in da world.’

The whole time he didn’t mention once, the ounce of weed he was flailing around in his hand as he spoke.

“Niall baby? Whatcha got there?” You ask motioning to the baggie clenched in his hand. He looked up as if he had no clue what you were talking about. 

“Oh, yeah. Well Zayn and Louis have a friend here who happens to have a hook up. They say its da best they’ve ever smoked.” You squint your eyes at him. Assessing the way he’s swaying while he stands. His face is far more relaxed than when he’d left for the show. Which never happens, plus he’s talking so much. Sure niall is talkative, but now like this. 

“Niall James Horan, did you smoke without me?!” You play offended and approach his slowly. Once your face to face with him you can really tell. His lids are barely open and his eyes are red. He leans down to kiss you when you pull back and snatch the bag from him. “I guess were going to have to fix that.” 

And thats how you both wound up naked in the hotel bathtub tangled around each other in a cloud of smoke.


“Wait, wait, wait!” Liam said pulling the perfectly rolled cross joint from your lips.

“I almost forgot to poke holes in them, wouldn’t want to waste all that amazing Kush.” He chuckled unfolding a paperclip between his teeth.

He surgically probed at the joints before handing it back to you.

“First of all just don’t say kush. Second how did you even know how to make these?” You asked turning to look for your lighter.

“Well, Seth Rogan for sure, Zayn, and rewatching 'Pineapple Express’ about a million times.“ He said counting on his fingers.

"It’s almost a shame to smoke it..” You quoted, twirling it between your fingers.

“…it’s like killing a unicorn, with a bomb!” He laughed.

You shrugged, “Oh well. Now are you going to help me light this then?”

Giving you a cheeky smile Liam pulled two extra lighters from his front pocket, “Course.”


Nearly thirty minutes later the two of you were sprawled across your bedroom floor with snacks galore. The pizza you had somehow managed to order, had been delivered only a few minutes earlier and you and Liam  couldn’t have been more thrilled.

“What did we even order babe? Haha I don’t remember.” Liam chuckled trying to open the box.

“I-uhm, pepperoni?” You said softly.

Liam, who had already eaten half a slice, snorted as he asked “Why the hell are you whispering?”

You stared blankly at him, giving your brain a moment to process what he said before shaking yourself back into focus.

“Am I whispering?”

“AHAHa” He laughed, taking another bite of his pizza.

You scooted closer to Liam, grabbing yourself a slice of pizza goodness. Liam moaned loudly as he bit into his second slice. Loud enough where you weren’t going to be able to stop yourself from laughing.

“You enjoying yourself there Payno?” You teased.

“Why? Is someone a bit jealous?” He said nudging your arm.

“OH, yeahh. I’m just steaming.” You said, your voice oozing with sarcasm. 


“Whats all this?” You ask pushing around the several different sacks of weed he had splayed across his tea table. He had everything ready for “date night”. His Marvel movies are all neatly stacked near the Blue-ray player. All the food, drinks you needed for days, and of course hundreds of dollars of weed. There was no way you could smoke it all, but he liked to have options. 

“Go on then,” he nodded at the massive glass piece on the center of the table. “I already packed it, its all ready to go.” He picks up a remote hits a series of buttons and relaxes back into the couch. You lean forward and put you mouth on the perfectly round opening. with the flick of a lighter the bowl begins to bubble and fill with smoke. Before you can think to hold in the thick smoke, your already coughing. You both take turns going back and forth, packing bowl after bowl. 

“Hey Lou?” You look over at him slowly. “Do you think that like, birds have feelings?” He looks back at you.

“What?” His eyes are barely open now. But you can tell he’s still watching you. 

“Do you think birds have feelings?” You ask again in all seriousness. But before you can get the question out, he’s erupted into laughter. And just watching his was enough to trigger your own laughing. The kind of laughing that leaves you out of breath eveytime you try and process any new information. 

Each time he tries to answer you, another wave of laughter comes over you, tightening the muscles in your stomach more and more. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp. “It hurts,” you laugh. “Shut up, it hurts.”


“Zayn?” The metal roof door creaks open. The air is different out here. Fresher? You can here the busy street some 20 stories below. “Zayn!” You whisper again. A muffled cough draws your eye to the far side of the rooftop. As your eyes begin to adjust, you can now tell why he’d come all the way up here. “Zayn Malik, is that you?” You say in a flat unamused tone. A pillar of sweet smelling smoke erupts from his lips, followed by a quiet chuckle and cough.

“Hey babe, I was just thinking about you!” His voice sounds quiet and relaxed. He brings the expertly rolled blunt back to his lips and inhales. The cherry glows bright and illuminates his face. His eyes are only partially open now, the weed has obviously kicked in. “Wanna hit,” he asks extending his arm to offer the stick to you.

“I can’t smoke that.” You gasp glancing over your shoulders. “It’s illegal.” He just chuckles a bit and let’s the smoke roll slowly out of is nose. “Y/N, come here.” He motions for you to sit in his lap.

“Zayn, what if some one sees us?” The worry in your voice is clear.

“No one is going to see us,” he tries to assure you. “I’m very well hidden.” He raises his eyebrows, and you can fell yourself giving in. You close the space between you and settle yourself against the unit as well. You watch as he takes another long pull. He turns toward you and pulls your face into his. You can feel his tongue travel over your lips. You can fell the smoke burning your lunges as he breathes it into you. “No was that so bad?” He taunts as he sits back with an amused grin.

A/N- Because its still 420 where I am. Yeah yeah, peer pressure. I never claimed to be a good person. Happy 420! Celebrate and be merry ;)

-Aria & Milk xx