star tripping

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𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢

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seeing punz with a joint pressed between his lips is hot, no doubt, but sapnap can't help but feel shit when he thinks his boyfriend is smoking for all the wrong reasons.

he asked beforehand why the blond was so incessant on getting high at the party when he usually avoided getting any type of intoxicated if they were around people other than each other, but punz insisted he just felt like it.

the blond is laughing now, standing in a room full of smoke and people he doesn't know and adding to the fog with the drugs he blows out from between his own soft lips.

he looks angelic, standing in the haze with a bright smile and sparkling eyes, and sapnap feels like he's been silently admiring him from a distance for upward of thirty minutes.

however long it's been, punz looks like he's about to finish his second joint and sapnap can't help but notice that the hotboxing isn't enough to keep his own mind floaty.

he's not in the mood to smoke though, so instead he gets up, planning to head downstairs to grab a few drinks.

he contemplates going to tell his boyfriend that he's going to leave but punz is busy making friends and hasn't paid the ravenette any mind since he started smoking, so he decides he will leave his lover to it.

he turns to leave, slipping quickly out the door to keep the air in and making his way down the upstairs hallway. he knows foolish's house as well as his own, so it isn't hard to navigate his way through the crowds towards the kitchen.

images of punz smoking sit in the front of sapnap's mind, and he can't help but find it amusing how the blond will smoke 'the devil's lettuce' but he can't make love to his boyfriend without having to pray alone in the shower afterwards.

then again, it's progress from when they were younger, and punz thought that even touching hands would send him tunnelling straight down to the depths of hell just to rot away in his own carcass.

sapnap smiles when he sees george standing in the kitchen, the british boy offering him a kind wave as he walks over.

"hey idiot," he greets when sapnap is close enough, earning himself a flick to the forehead. "wow, i was about to offer you a drink, too."

"it's not your party," sapnap shrugs, reaching past his friend to grab a beer. he smirks, opening it on the counter's edge as he continues, "i don't need your offer."

george scoffs like he disagrees but doesn't bother arguing.

sapnap drinks a few long mouthfuls of his drink and the strange lack of alcoholic grossness makes him think that maybe he's still drunker than he thought.

"i thought christians weren't allowed to drink," george comments, clearly taunting to piss the ravenette off as he smirks around his own bottleneck.