Edibles - Blog Posts
Me after saying “This edible ain’t shit”
watching prehistoric planet while high on edibles is an experience.
I am now terrified of Pterosaurs.
Well dang man👀😳😯😲😅😂🤣
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I hope we’re having salad tomorrow. Mmm 😋
You ever take an edible and go on a tangent about wanting to smack the ass of the Mothman statue in Point Pleasant, West Virginia? Yeah... me neither...
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got offered a mint, a coffee, homework help, knitting lessons, and an edible today. all before 9am. high school.
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📚 HIGH OFF YOU — PJM
IN WHICH: a certain nerd gets peer-pressured into taking an edible. then perfect little you comes along, vowing to be his caretaker for the night.
pairing: high!nerd!jimin x sober!popular!reader
warnings: mentions of edibles, weed. alcohol. houseparty. peer pressure (lighthearted edition). first time getting high. sober caretaker. fem!reader. you will want to read THIS for more context—highly recommended, not mandatory.
word count: 595
lulu speaks: this was impulsive and dumb but it’s here so i ask that you take very good care of it. he’s such a cutie??? also reader’s lowkey a baddie and i need her but anyways
the house is alive.
no—possessed, really. the music is too loud, the air too sticky, everyone looks like they’re in a troye sivan-induced trance.
and jimin?
jimin is vibrating and overstimulated beyond belief. he’s about a breath away from passing out on the couch.
he didn’t even really mean to take the edible.
it just sort of…happened—passed into his hand by some senior jock while taehyung yelled “DON’T BE LAME!” in the distance, and jungkook made direct eye contact and said, “YOLO.”
(which…was weirdly persuasive.)
so, here he is.
halfway into orbit. melting into the peeled leather couch. alone.
until you appear.
“jimin?”
your voice cuts through the bass like magic. a bright, perfect sound that makes him peek up—and oh god, it’s you. it’s really you.
he pushes his foggy glasses back up after having slid down the entire bridge of his nose.
your tiny black dress glints under the strobe lights. your hair brushes your shoulders. your brows are furrowed in genuine concern.
he sits up straighter. (well, tries.)
“did someone seriously give you an edible?” you question, crouching next to him like some righteous angel. “what the hell is wrong with them? you look like you’re seeing stars.”
“i am seeing stars,” he mumbles, dreamily.
you sigh, loud and dramatic. “who gave it to you?”
he points vaguely in the direction of the jocks.
you stand. hands on hips. eyes full of fury.
and jimin—bless his dumb little stoned heart—just watches you absolutely chew out three upperclassmen, and suddenly he’s not sure if the room is spinning from the edible or from the sight of you calling people out on his behalf.
by the time you come back, cheeks flushed and eyes sharp, he’s smiling like a drunk puppy.
“you’re scary,” he tells you with wide eyes.
“you’re lucky i found you,” you shoot back. “come on.”
“huh?”
“come with me, genius. i’m not letting you out of my sight.”
you don’t give him time to argue. just thread your fingers around his wrist and tug him up gently, guiding him through the chaos. he stumbles a bit, leans into your shoulder once or twice, and you…let him.
and from that point on, you stick to him like glue.
you sit next to him on the floor during some game of king’s cup. get him water. shoo away the girl who tried to give him a drink. wrap a blanket around his shoulders when he says he’s cold. take a video of him explaining the plot of finding nemo with red eyes and reconciles animated hand gestures. you smile every time he smiles.
and jimin—still floating, still warm—just watches you with big, dazed eyes, a stupid smile on his face, and one constant thought looping in his brain:
she’s so pretty.
she’s so nice to me.
i would give her the moon if she asked.
is that painting talking to me?
later, as the party winds down and you’re helping him sit on the pool coping, he blurts, “you smell like smirnoff.”
you pause. look at him. laugh—really laugh.
“and you smell like doritos.”
he doesn’t even care. he just giggles.
and when you give him that look—that sweet, curious, affectionate little look like you’ve never seen anyone quite like him before—he swears his brain melts into mush right then and there.
the sound of the pool water trickling into the skimmer is suddenly a few decibels louder, the muffled booming of something ke$ha seemingly more distant.
a smile creeps its way onto your face. his eyes literally form hearts.
he’s never taking an edible again.
lulu speaks pt2: me if there were awards for most rushed endings: 🥇🏆🏅🎖️BEWARE!! the cai bot tagged below does NOT follow this prompt/scenario.
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