Solving Mysteries One Blunt At A Time

AU of High Times for your favorite Mystery Twins

[banila-mean]

The boys who need more love and reassurance. (Plus a bonus sketch that i’m too lazy to finish.)

[stan-prompts]

I started writing this for myself but it took a completely different direction. I blame @cheeziswin for mentioning the stans falling for each other at an old age, not young.

So take this lame fic about smoking cigars and confessing things to each other.

Sharing Smoke

Chapter One Cigar Talks

A heavily calloused thumb grazed over the cold metal lighter before flicking it open and lighting up chocolate brown eyes with a warm flame.

Stanley watched the flame sway with the gently rocking boat as the waves cradled the Stan o’ War II with care. The day had been long and tiring. Stanford laid by his side, buried under thick blankets, exhausted from all of his hard work. It was a well deserved rest. Stanley glanced down and smiled softly at his brother. All he could see of his beloved twin was from the nose up with a small piece of a smile at the corner of his lip curling above the covers. He was glad that his brother was happy.

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[theshit4chansays]

Graweedy Falls

[clyderwasfunwhileitlasted]

literally have had this queued for a year

[filthygum]

Ford def experimented with drugs during college. His hippie poster and lack of accumulated stress after achieving 12 PhD’s has convinced me. 

I’ll just uh… see myself out

[tastefullyoffensive]

[violabeet]

FORD

[karmakelpie1-deactivated2016030]

@stan-prompts

[stan-prompts]

Smoking should not turn me on I have ASTHMA for god’s sake!

[discount-supervillain]

turned out about wallpaper sized, so

[dongbong-420]

@stancestsincave this is tha sketch for tha banner. Its a mess but ill clean it up on sai or whatever

[420stans]

Rad, this is perfect!!! I love it so much! What are you thinking about colors wise? I would love it if it could maybe be like that other piece u did a while back, I think with Fidds and Ford where the background was all psychedelic? LOVE IT! <3

[dongbong-420]

@stancestsincave thsi is itt

[420stans]

RAD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OMG!!!!

I’m on mobile so I can’t write the drabble I want rn, but the moment I get home I’ve got something in mind ;))  (Hint: Stanley’s damn facial expression gets him into trouble again)

[dongbong-420]

livin the high life

[420stans]

LOVE IT! :D

[dongbong-420]

hippie stoner college fiddleford,

pass me that joint homie

[420stans]

Rad, you did it again, omfg. Here’s another lil present for your hard work and beautiful art! <3

Fiddleford leaned back on the couch of the Frat house and took another long hit from his blunt. As he exhaled, he noticed Hot Guy™ from his tuesday/thursday astrophysics lecture stumble into the room. It was obvious from the intense look of concentration on his face and his clumsy locomotion that the man was most definitely inebriated. Suddenly, he looked up, and Fiddleford felt his heat stutter as they locked eyes and Hot Guy™ smiled at him.

 “McGucket!” he called, a hand bracing himself on the wall as he sidled up to the older man. “How’s your party going?” He plopped himself down on the couch underneath Fiddleford’s free arm and turned to nuzzle into his neck, slinging an arm around his waist. 

“God you smell nice. I always think ‘bout that when I sit behind you in lec’ hall, but I never say anything... But now I’m drunk, so what the hell!” He pushed himself up from the half-hug and smiled that smile at Fiddleford again. “Can I have a hit?” He held out his hand, a hopeful look on his face. 

Fiddleford schooled his heart to return to a normal rhythm and handed the blunt over to Hot Guy™, still in shock. As they smoked, he learned his name (Stanford), his interests (Sci-fy, and  DDnmoreD), and his ambitions (to research anomalies like himself). After an hour-long discussion about string theory, Fiddleford was mid-sentence when  Ford cut in, commenting on the soft, unconscious drawl of his accent. He had stopped, a cold, sinking feeling sliding down his back. 

Then Fiddleford had looked down into his lap, noticing the way their fingers were laced together, Ford’s six overlapping his five. He felt the man beside him stiffen as he took note of the anomaly and looked back up. As his eyes met Ford’s equally suddenly uncertain ones, an unspoken understanding passed between them. 

So he smiled wide, hoping for the best, and didn’t bother in the slightest to hide his accent as he drawled out, “Six fingers... Far out, man.”

Ford had grinned back. 

[dongbong-420]

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[dongbong-420]

[dongbong-420]

Stoner mullt stan bc mullet stan is hot and weed makes it hotter

[420stans]

Stan leaned against the side of the shack, staring out at the falling rain. He and Ford had just finished off their second joint of the day. He blinked heavily, inhaling the fresh scent of wet earth and the cloying, lingering scent of smoke before turning his head to glance at Ford. 

(Slight nsfw stancest beneath the cut :P  )

Ford’s eyebrows were scrunched together, his mouth turned in a frown with his teeth bothering his bottom lip. His eyes were pensive as they stared out at the wet leaves. Stan recognized the look to be one of deep concentration and thought; a look that he thought suited Ford on most occasions (mainly because of that godforsaken way he bit his lip), but in this moment, the look accentuated his wrinkles and showed his brother’s age and what looked like worry. So Stan scooted over a little closer under the shallow overhang and bumped his shoulder, holding up a hand to point at Ford’s expression.  

“Wooooaah bro, you’re lookin’ a little too down right now. Anything I can do to cheer you up?” Stan waggled his eyebrows rougishly as he stepped directly in front of Ford and laced his hands around his waist. He could feel the little drips of water from the overflowing gutter on his hoodie, but the smile that Ford graced him with was worth it. 

“Oh, I wasn’t upset ‘Ley.” He leaned forward, and Stan watched as his pupils dilated and his look became ravenous. His next words were slower, deeper, his voice tinged with need. “I was just wondering-” Ford’s hand slid up Stan’s back, gently kneading his shoulder once before coming to rest on his right pectoral. “-Exactly- “ Ford’s fingers walked slowly up his chest and neck, coming to a rest near his cheek. “-How many-” A finger slipped inside of Stan’s mouth and he sucked on it readily, enjoying the remaining taste of cherry rolling paper they had used, “-of my fingers-” two more joined in Stan’s mouth, “-I could-” the last two slipped in “-fuck you with.” 

Stan moaned openly around the fingers, and he sucked one last time before pulling away. A tiny trail of saliva connected Ford’s hovering hand to his bottom lip as he managed to mutter out hungrily, “Inside. Now.”

[dongbong-420]

i coloured that stupid stoner stanley from like an hour ago or whatever

[stan-prompts]

I’m calling it done before I really fuck it up.  Probably the only realistic human I will ever draw and I’m glad that it was Stan.

[whoisnassstya]

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