#spliff

Happy belated 420!

Cannabis rights activist Ben Masel smoking a joint while voting in the 1976 Presidential election. Taking advantage of an apparent law that prohibits arrest while voting.

Ben Masel was indeed known for his numerous political arrests. Over his lifetime, he was arrested 137 times. Masel was a prominent activist for marijuana legalization and free speech, and he often used his arrests as a means to challenge and uphold civil liberties.

Bennett A. Masel October 17, 1954 - April 30, 2011

Got a dude feeling brainwashed

AN; You guys have been waiting so patiently and I seriously appreciate it with the shit going on in my personal life! I really hope you guys enjoy this I’ve always been a huge fan of this song and the idea of stoner!josh yearning something fucking awful lol

Blue is Josh’s thoughts!

Green is texts between Josh and whoever is specified!

I totally imagine Josh crushing on a reader who’s a bit alt tbh. Wearing horror movie shirts, has a couple piercings- loves watching movies with him.

Requests are still open! Plz give me some time to get to them

Warnings; Drug use, jealousy, lowkey internet stalking, Josh is pathetic, Josh definitely smokes cigarettes, AFAB reader, Reader in a committed relationship, Yearning!Josh, Stoner!Josh, Reader has facial piercings, Alt!Reader, cigarette smoking, Nosferatu mention because idc it’s my newest fav movie

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The room was quiet except for the sound of soft mumbled music playing from the tv speakers, paired with gentle taps on the window from the drizzle of rain outside. A faint reminder of the world around him. Josh didn’t pay any mind to it, he was preoccupied to say the least.

He was scrolling through your page again. Something he seemed to be doing more and more even though he promised himself he’d stop. It’s almost like he wanted to torture himself.

Nothing wrong with a little bit of sleuthing from time to time. He’d justify to no one but himself.

A faint smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he looked at your selfie posts, sometimes with mutual friends, more often than not by yourself. Josh’s fingers twitched slightly, he forgot he even had a lit cigarette between his fingers in his other hand. It was easy for you to get him sidetracked- even if you didn’t know it.

Even if it was just your picture popping up on his phone.

Bringing the cigarette to his lips and inhaling, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils before reaching over and putting out his cigarette in his little ashtray on his bedside table. He didn’t look away from his phone screen, focused on your instagram posts covering his screen.

He really didn’t know why he teasing himself like this- just endlessly scrolling your page and looking at your pictures that he’s already seen damn near a hundred times. His heart beating just a little faster as he came across the only picture you posted with him in it- effectively pausing his doom scrolling.

It was at some party at Mike’s house some months ago. Josh honestly couldn’t remember what it was for but he did remember how the only reason he really wanted to go was because you were there. You were smiling and laughing, dressed in something like a cute pair of jeans with a baggy Carrie shirt and an oversized flannel that was definitely Josh’s- one he was all too eager to let you borrow the moment you said you were getting cold.

The flash from the camera made your silver piercings glint in the photo. Josh was holding your phone to take the selfie, big grin on his face with his arm around your shoulders- his hand holding his red solo cup by your shoulder.

Josh remembered taking the selfie with you hoping for a million more.

Safe to say it didn’t happen.

Josh would literally never tell anyone, but he secretly took a screenshot of that selfie together and printed it out. He keeps it hidden away in his wallet, he likes to think of it as his good luck charm.

Josh’s thumb absentmindedly continued to scroll to the previous post and to the one before that, it was almost ritualistic for him. Whenever he missed you he went to your page, the feeling of comfort and warmth building in his chest as he looked at your captured moments in time.

The feeling quickly went away when the next photo appeared on his screen.

His lips absentmindedly forming a frown as he practically glared at his phone. As if he wasn’t the one to scroll down to the photo himself.

It’s not that it was a bad photo of you- no no there were no bad photos of you. Josh didn’t think it was possible for there to be a bad picture of you.

You were sat on some bathroom counter, one of Eric’s hands were placed on your waist. You were half turned around, peering over your shoulder with a big grin and tongue poking out. Your tongue piercing evident and those pretty eyes he loved were hazy red. Eric had matching red hazy eyes, holding your phone with a big toothy grin as he took the photo of you two.

Josh couldn’t help but think bitterly, a scowl carelessly forming on his face. He looked over Eric in the photo again, hyper focused on looking for any details that could help add fuel to his one sided hatred.

How could you not see what a fucking tool Eric was?

Josh hated thinking like this but he lost that fight when he pulled up your instagram page 20 minutes ago.

Dirty ass fingernails? Seriously Eric? Even Mike knows better than that dude.

At least she looks great in that pose.

Josh tried not to pay any mind to the feeling of frustration building in his thoughts before quickly scrolling away. Silently thankful that you didn’t really post anything else with Eric on your main page- mostly you just had your Eric content on Snapchat instead.

He scoffed to himself. Turning his phone off with a click and tossing it down onto some random spot on the mattress, Josh ran his hands over his face. Sighing hard through his nostrils. He felt pathetic like this, stalking your online accounts regularly- hyper attentive to anything you posted.

He needed to do something, anything to stop him from going down the rabbit hole that was you again. He did it too often anymore.

Muted buzzing from said phone made Josh immediately reach for it and unlock it quickly. The name Sweets 🍫 made his heart beat just a little faster.

Speak of the devil.

; Hey! Wanna hang out? I got two tickets to Noesferatu, if you’re busy it’s cool just let me know! ☺️☺️

Josh smiled a little. His thumbs typing a quick response before he could fully comprehend what he was about to send.

; Sounds sick lol want me to bring some 🍃 ??

; Yes plzzz 🙏🏻 that’d be perfect lol

Now he had to actually get ready.

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Getting into your car was almost surreal every time Josh did it. It was always so clean, smelled like something that was uniquely you. The dashboard sticker-bombed and graffitied on with sharpie.

“Whats goin’ on girl?” Josh asked playfully as he seated himself in the front passenger seat, quickly buckling himself in.

“Hey!” You couldn’t help but greet sweetly. He loved it. “You got the green? I already got the movie tickets.” You smiled, both hands on the wheel as you started to pull out onto the main road.

He loved moments like this. Just the two of you.

“Yeah you wanted the gummies right?” He asked.

“I was thinking we could hot box actually.”

Oh?

“Since when do you like hot boxing? I thought you preferred the gummies lately?” Josh couldn’t help but ask. Either way he always had a couple gummies wrapped up in one of his pockets and a couple spliffs in a different pocket.

You rolled your eyes, grin never leaving your features. “Eric hates hot boxing, I’ve only been refraining for him.”

Oh yeah- Eric.

“He prefers edibles but they get old after a while.”

Josh dryly chuckled. “Noted. Either way I got us covered.”

“Sick.” You replied cooly, the atmosphere between the two of you was always relaxing. Even just in the car. The only sound was the music playing on the radio quietly, that and the patter of rain paired with windshield wipers as you both cruised down the familiar road of town.

The ride wasn’t a super long one, parking more towards the back of the movie theater parking lot. Somewhat of a packed night then. You unbuckled your seatbelt, turning to face Josh and in turn he did the same. Pulling the spliffs out of his pocket and handing you the first one. He always made sure you got to smoke first.

Josh spoiled you like that.

“Smells good.” You commented before reaching into your pocket and grabbing your lighter. Some old one with pac-man on it that Chris left in your car forever ago.

“I only have the good stuff.” Josh joked weakly, bringing the other spliff to his lips and holding it there, crumbling up the bag he had them in and shoving it in his pocket.

“C’mere.” The way you spoke held a special reserve of sweetness, one that Josh knew you only really used on Eric.

Josh almost did a double take when you said that, he hoped the faint flush on his cheeks wasn’t too noticeable. It felt so good to hear you use that tone with him.

Josh nodded before leaning closer to you, slightly hesitant when he noticed you leaning in closer as well. His air half way caught in his throat when the ends of your spliff touched his, your hand flicking the lighter and lighting both of them at the same time. You were so close.

Josh’s eyes couldn’t help but be focused on your face. Your features basked in the warm orange glow of the lighter flame between the both of you. What he would give for a photo of you like this, with this lighting, in his wallet.

Just for him.

You pulled back once both were lit up properly, taking a deep inhale before moving the spliff away from your lips. Exhaling the smoke through your lips, Josh was quick to follow suit.

“Not that I mind it just being you and me but I gotta ask-“ Josh started to speak, fiddling with the rolled slightly burning tube between his fingers. “I thought you were gonna watch the movie with Eric.” Josh said, his eyes giving you a sideways glance. Hoping that his curiosity wasn’t too much. “What made you want to go with me instead?” Josh asked almost a little too quickly, bringing the spliff back up to his lips and quickly inhaling.

You pursed your lips, taking a slow drag before flicking the ashes into the ashtray that seemed to be glued to your cup holder.

“Honestly he’s been pissing me off a little bit lately.” You answered genuinely. Josh’s eyebrow twitched.

“How so?” He asked. His voice almost mellow sounding.

You shrugged. “It’s just that like- ugh.” Your tone sounding a little more frustrated before leaning your head back against the drivers seat. “I don’t know man. Just seems like every time I want to go out and do something with him he’s just not that interested anymore unless we’re going out to eat or we are going to a store we’ve been to a hundred times before.” You admitted, glancing at Josh once more.

“Sorry. There’s more to it and I don’t want to waste our time bitching ya know? Just frustrated.” You tried to laugh it off, Josh’s hand absentmindedly reaching forward and touching the middle of your back. Rubbing soothing circles.

“It’s okay.” He spoke, tone sweeter than before. “You could never waste my time- you know that.” Josh reassured with a small smile.

You nodded almost meekly, “Thank you.”

Silence settled between the two of you again, smoking the rest of what you each had and your car filling with the smoke. Evidence of what you two were doing.

Josh never moved his hand. His large hand was stilled, no longer making slow circular movements to soothe you but instead it was now resting on the small of your back. He didn’t want to chance moving in case you remembered exactly where his hand was.

Until Eric came along you two were always pretty physically affectionate. Josh would never admit it out loud but god he missed it so bad. Chris however never failed to give him a hard time when the two of them were alone and you were brought up in conversation.

It wasn’t until you put out your roach in the ashtray did Josh realize how little of his own he had left. Cracking the window open so the two of you could fully breathe again, Josh quickly put the rest of his out as well.

“Ready to go?”

Josh nodded in response to your question, despite his soft expression he begrudgingly moving his hand away from your back.

“Let’s go.”

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