some highler for the soul, it's still 4/20 in some places 🍃🍃🍃
not nsfw but it's been kiIIing me not having posted here in so long so !! you know they dry humped in between 3 and 4 anyway 😇
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some highler for the soul, it's still 4/20 in some places 🍃🍃🍃
not nsfw but it's been kiIIing me not having posted here in so long so !! you know they dry humped in between 3 and 4 anyway 😇

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more highler, this time ft. jonathan 🫶🏽🍃
for a scenario where will does wanna smoke & have fun, but is unsure about being in an altered state of mind, so he does it controlled the first time - comfy in bed, a familiar movie, an expert on weed & a bf to giggle with 🙂↕️
(I tried so hard to capture mike's completely zooted but focused stare LMAOO)
Summer heat wave in NYC ☀️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
by jediknight | Rated T | 3.5k | Post-Canon, Pre-Epilogue
“Mike. Lucas. Will. Do you copy? This is a…code green. Yeah. Over.”
Will knew this game—Dustin wanted them to ask.
“We don’t have a code green, dumbass,” came Mike’s voice through the walkie.
“Yeah, there’s no such thing as ‘code green,’” Lucas chimed in.
Will extended the antenna of his radio and pressed the talk button. “What’s a code green? Over.” He was greeted by a chorus of Will!s from his friends, and he smiled at the reaction.
“Well—you’ll all have to find out, now won’t you? Meet Max and me at Skull Rock in twenty minutes. Over and out.”
“is that the—”
“the byler horse bong🐴? yeah 😎.”

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[podfic] any semblance of touch
written by astrobi (@astrobei) and read to you by rosepods (roseprose)
Summary:
“Nothing,” Will says, right into Mike’s ear. “Still feeling good?”
So good. Mike makes sure to not say it aloud this time. “I think,” Mike says slowly, heart pounding, “I need” — Will pulls back just a little, just enough for their noses to bump against each other, clumsy, and Mike bites the bullet — “one more.”
Will is still in Mike’s lap, which is maybe not very platonic of him, and the joint has smoldered its way down to the end, nearly over, all eaten up by the fire. Will swallows thickly, then leans closer, a perfect imitation of their positions from earlier. Mike isn’t sure how long it’s been, but fire has been eating away at him too, this whole time, leaving him on the brink of going up in smoke, slow and burning and so good. “Yeah?” Will murmurs, realization dawning on him, eyes wide. “One more?”
or: Mike’s still new to this whole smoking thing. Will has a few ideas.
Podfic Length: 56:34
podficcer’s notes: here’s a little impulse podfic! didn’t have my mic on me, but there was a bottle of rosé and a highler fic that were calling to me… this is also my first time acting out a more suggestive fic, so i tried to toe the line between my usual gusto and not getting TOO graphic, but constructive criticism is always welcome (NICELY). this is genuinely one of my favorite byler fics (it’s so well written!!) so it was a fun challenge to put together :) hope you enjoy!
What if instead of a painting Will passed Mike a giant blunt in the van
now that lesbyler is trending on here, anyone wanna combine it with highler and give us leshighler? i would like to see willow and michelle as college stoner lesbians (my exact demographic) who are hopelessly pining for each other but are too scared to cross any lines