#(<- that guy is definitely a marijuana smoker do not listen to him) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cherrybracelets · 4 years

Text

Heat Waves

weed dealer!mgg x reader

masterlist | requests

word count: 5.5k | warnings: 18+ content! drugs and alcohol mentions and usage. no smut but partying!

summary: your brother has a new roommate, and fuck, you might be in love with him?

song inspo : heat waves - glass animals

an: this gif is how i imagine him in this fic like w glasses but way less nerdy ahahha ok well whatever idk if im gonna continue this or just leave it as is lmk what yall think ok byeee

You stumbled up the steps of the subway, the heavy cardboard box you were holding slipping out of your hands as you made your way above ground. You tried to adjust your grip on it and almost fell backwards, shaking your head in frustration. The box was filled with all the random shit your brother had left at your place over the past few months as he was trying to find a place to live, sleeping on different couches of random friends. It was almost all useless stuff, which made the fact that you had to hand deliver it all to him even more frustrating.

You walked tirelessly down the street, gripping harshly on to the box. You pushed your way through people, not caring at all that you probably looked insane as you yelled for people to move so you could just get there and fucking put this box down. You finally came upon the building, sighing with relief as you set the box on the steps and rang the buzzer.

“I’m here,” you groaned into the speaker, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

“Hello!” A cheery voice responded over the intercom. A voice that was definitely not your brothers. “Who exactly is here?”

“Oh, sorry- I might have the wrong apartment. Is this 4B?”

“Yeah! You must be Danny’s sister. Come on up.” The door buzzed loudly as it unlocked, and you grabbed onto the handle quickly, lugging in the box behind you. You were extremely grateful when you saw the elevator, quietly thanking the universe that you didn’t have to walk up four flights of stairs with this thousand pound box.

You took the elevator up to the fourth floor, your body exhausted as you leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes, hoping that maybe a five second nap could give you your energy back. But unfortunately, the elevator stopped and opened its doors, urging you to once again pick up the box and be on your way. You dropped your head to the floor and sighed, using the last of your energy to pick up the box and walk down the long hallway to apartment 4B.

Thankfully the apartment wasn’t too far from the elevator, and you only had a short walk until you came upon the door of his new place. You noticed a welcome mat on the floor that read ‘Bachelor Pad’, and you rolled your eyes at the pure douchiness of the thing. God, your brother was a prick. But, nevertheless, you loved him, he was family. Despite being one of the most annoying people you’d ever met.

You knocked slowly on the door, excited to throw the box into someone else’s arms and run home. It was your day off from work, and all you wanted was to throw on some sweats, eat frozen mac and cheese and watch Jeopardy until you fell asleep on the couch. The perfect day.

The door swung open, and the man who was definitely not your brother stood on the other side, a large smile plastered across his picture perfect face. His messy curls hung across his face, and he pushed them away before reaching out to you to grab the box.

“Let me get that for you,” he said quietly, literally lifting the weight off your shoulders as he grabbed it effortlessly. The muscles in his arms protruded as he set the box down on an old dining table they had set up in the kitchen, a cluster of mismatched chairs along with it.

“Thanks,” you said back, your eyes still trailing over his body, watching him closely. “Is, uh, is my brother here?” You stuttered to get your words out, your eyes still locked on the model-like man in front of you.

“No, he just ran out actually. Went to pick up a couch or something.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. He told me he would be here!” You shook your head in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest, which pushed out your cleavage slightly. You caught the man glancing at your breasts, and felt your heart start beating a bit faster. He wasn’t even trying to the fact that he was staring at you. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. He really was supposed to be here to get this.”

“It’s not a problem at all. He told me you’d be stopping by. I’m Matt, by the way. I’m sure he’s told you about me.” He stuck out his hand, and you reached back and grabbed it. His hands were soft, but the tips of his fingers stained black, the familiar site of a smoker. The air hung the smell of stale pot smoke, so it was pretty easy to put together that he was a heavy weed guy.

“I’m (Y/N). And, uh, no, actually. He hasn’t told me, like anything about you. Just that he knows you from work and you’re a ‘pretty decent guy’,” you laughed, letting go of his hand but desperately wanting to hold on to it forever. You didn’t really understand why, but something about his touch was so comforting, it made you feel like coming home after a long day.

“Uh, I was just about to smoke a bowl actually, if you’d like to join. Your brother told me you smoke,” Matt said, motioning to the coffee table covered in various paraphernalia.

“I don’t make a habit of smoking with strangers,” you responded sharply, realizing immediately how bitchy you must’ve sounded and wishing you could take it back. You scrunched your face a bit, cringing as you replayed the sentence over and over in your head.

“But I’m not a stranger! I’m Matt! Besides, this is fantastic stuff- I just got it from my guy the other day, knocks your socks off,” he giggled, his eyes wide as he wanted to desperately for you to say yes.

“Well, I guess I really can’t say no to free weed,” you shrugged, following him over to the old couch they had set up in their under furnished living room. It was exactly how you pictured your brothers apartment to look- disappointing and not at all coordinated.

“Sorry about the place, we’re trying to make it look nice but we’re not exactly interior decorators.” He shook his head as he looked around the room, before picking up his freshly packed bowl and lighting it.

“Yeah, it looks pretty frat-housey in here. I would expect more from you, but not from my brother,” you giggled, taking the glass pipe from Matt’s hands and enjoying it yourself.

“Why me?”

“Well... I don’t know...” you stuttered, shaking your head and trying to pull together a sentence. “You just seem to have... more style, I guess. Seem more put together.”

“I appreciate that. I do try extremely hard to not look like a douche.” He smiled kindly at you, his eyes shining with the reflection of the lighter as the two of you continued to share the bowl.

You made small talk for a bit, feeling the calm of the marijuana taking over your body. The old couch suddenly became much more comfortable as you sunk back into it, staring at the patterns on the ceiling. Matt was talking quietly behind you, trying to tell some story about him and your brother; but you were only half listening, losing yourself in your own thoughts of him. Thinking about the softness of his lips as he inhaled and exhaled, watching his hands flex tireless to work the lighter, noticing how his body seemed to relax more and more with each hit.

He tilted his head towards you, flicking the lighter with his thumb and escaping in the flame. He had lost himself in it, a comfortable silence coming down over the room. You watched the flame, too, trying to see whatever beauty he saw in it- but you weren’t feeling anything, and getting pretty antsy. You turned away from him, staring into the kitchen and hoping to see something edible from this distance. You weren’t sure what kind of food two men like this would bring into their home, but you were sure it was nothing good. Your stomach grumbled at the thought of something to eat, and you fell back into the couch with a groan.

“You okay?” Matt whispered, turning his face towards you and staring at your eyes.

“Mhmm,” you responded, not having the energy to respond at the moment.

“You are extremely beautiful,” he mumbled, his eyes exploring your face, finding themselves locked on your lips no matter how hard he tried to look away.

“What?” You snickered, replaying the words in your head, feeling your heart pounding out of your chest.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be weird. It’s just shocking to me how beautiful you are. Like a piece of art; I can’t take my eyes away.”

“You’re joking.” You rolled your eyes at him and pushed his arm playfully, trying to hide the obvious delight in your face.

“Why do you think I’m joking?”

“I just don’t hear that very often.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.” He frowned, looking down at his hands and playing with his over bitten nails.

“Sorry, I mean, I appreciate it of course. Fuck, sorry, I get so awkward when I’m high. Not very good at holding conversations.”

“Well, now that we’re friends I’ll make sure to remind you how beautiful you are as often as I can.” Matt placed his hand on yours lightly, at first only as a friendly touch, but feeling a comfort in the embrace. His thumb moved slowly, the small movement between your flesh overwhelming you with desire. Your eyes were locked on his, an intoxicating silence overcoming the room. You opened your mouth to speak, not sure exactly what to say, but the sound of the door unlocking breaking you from your daze. You pulled your hand away from his quickly and jumped off the couch, watching as the door opened and your brother walked in.

“Heyo!” Danny, your brother yelled, greeting the two of you with a large smile. “I see you’ve met my sister!”

“Yes, uh, yeah. We were just chatting,” Matt said defensively, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“I was just waiting for you to get back. That’s all.” You responded, nodding your head quickly.

“How sweet! Just in time to help me get the new couch up!”

“Absolutely not. I brought your box, that's all the free labor you are getting out of me.” You laughed awkwardly, looking back at Matt, who was still avoiding you.

“Alright, whatever, but don’t ever ask me for anything ever again.” Danny rolled his eyes, throwing his phone down on the counter and grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“Well, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow night for my party?” You asked, heading towards the door.

“Oh, right! I almost forgot. Is it cool if I bring Matt?”

You looked at Matt, who finally looked back at you, and you nodded slowly.

“Of course. I’ll see you guys then.” You smiled at the two of them, gave a small wave and left, closing the door loudly behind you. Fuck. What the fuck was that? Was he flirting with you? Or was he just high? You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall, trying to compose yourself before heading home.

***************

There was nothing that stressed you out more than when your roommate threw her chaotic ‘get togethers’ every other Friday at your place. It was always an exhausting mess, and now you had to think about Matt coming along as well. You hadn’t stopped thinking about your weird intimate moment together, and the thought of seeing him again made your stomach do backflips.

There was something about him that made you feel so comfortable, so at home. But he’s friends with your brother... he has to be a scumbag. Right? And what kind of guy just walks around telling random girls they’re beautiful. He was definitely just trying to sleep with you. Which of course you wanted to sleep with him too, obviously. But he was the kind of guy that you could find yourself falling for, and getting hurt, badly. He was the kind of guy that would break your heart. You could tell. And you could not let him in, no matter how much you wanted to.

Tonight has to be all about ignoring him. You cannot let him be alone with you, because the moment he’s alone with you and starts calling you beautiful again with his pretty face and intoxicating voice and touching your hand... you were playing a dangerous game. You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, trying to push the thoughts of him out of your head when you were interrupted.

“What are you doing? I told you to get the cups set out like 20 minutes ago!” Your roommate rolled her eyes, pushing you to the side and laying out the cups herself.

“Sorry, Callie. Just a bit distracted today.”

“I can tell. What’s going on with you? You were weird all night last night.”

“Just tired I guess. Don’t worry about it. I’ll go set the drinks out.” You walked away quickly, hoping she would be too focused on her party planning to ask any more questions. Whenever you told her about a new guy, she was stupidly optimistic. And you really didn’t need her telling you to go for it when your brain was giving you the exact opposite advice. She just shrugged, turned around and went back to mindlessly setting up. You felt relief wash over you as she looked away, and you could once again get lost in your own thoughts and anxieties.

You mindlessly laid cups and other dumb decorations out, Matt’s face continuously crossing your mind. You found yourself smiling every time you played his words over in your head. His voice like silk as it wrapped around your body, warmth flowing through you as his lips whispered ‘You are extremely beautiful’ over and over again. You felt your heart racing, and you took a deep breath as you were brought back into reality by the vibration of your phone in your pocket.

You grabbed it, only to see you had multiple missed calls from your brother. ‘Fuck’, you thought. He knew, he somehow knew about your little flirt session with Matt. You shook your head in distress, preparing for the oncoming conversation as you reluctantly pressed the answer button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You muttered, squeezing your eyes shut to bear the impending rage from your brother.

“Jesus, I've called you like 18 times? What’s your deal?” He laughed, his voice full of his normal light and cheery tone. You took a sigh of relief after you realized he didn’t know a thing.

“Sorry, uh, helping Callie set everything up. Must’ve put my phone down and forgot it somewhere.”

“Well I need to know what liquor and illegal substances you’d like me to bring tonight- I’ve only got like an hour!” He said urgently.

“Uh, honestly whatever you want. We’ve got a few bottles here but nothing you’d like, probably.”

“You sound distracted, you all good?” You could head the concern in his voice, and you rolled your eyes aggressively.

“Everyone keeps asking me that today and it’s pretty annoying. I’m just trying to set up a party I don’t really want to be involved in and everyone keeps bothering me!”

“Jesus, grumpy pants. Looks like someone needs a nap... or a blunt.” Danny laughed quietly, and you bit your tongue to stop yourself from yelling at him again.

“Sorry. On edge today. Don’t want to talk about it.”

“No worries. I’ll see you later, okay? Try and cheer up a bit by then, I’d like to make a good impression on Matt.” Danny hung up quickly after that, and the word ‘Matt” kept ringing in your head over and over like a church bell. You put your phone down on the table and looked up at Callie, who was adjusting your work on the cups table.

“I need a drink,” you groaned.

“A little pregame shot, I love it!” She squealed, prancing over to the bottles and pouring shots for the two of you. You downed yours quickly, letting the liquor burn through your insides. You were hoping, after enough of it, it would burn through any thoughts you had of him.

After another shot, the next hour before the guests arrived flew by. Callie put on some music and you danced your worries away, deciding which outfit to wear by rampaging through your closet. You kept fighting the urge to look as sexy as possible, one half of you wanting Matt’s jaw to drop as soon as he saw you, and the other half wanting him to ignore you all night. You couldn’t resist the temptation, though, and chose an extremely well fitting and low cut dress that accentuated all of your best features perfectly.

“God, you are literally the perfect specimen,” Callie giggled as you walked out of your room to show off. “Who the fuck are you trying to impress?”

“No one!” You responded, raising your eyes at her. “Can’t I just look good for myself?”

“Not that good. That is for someone. I know you.” You were saved by the ringing of your doorbell, and you smiled, relieved.

“Whatever you say. Go welcome your guests,” you motioned to the door. Callie just rolled her eyes and walked gleefully over to the entryway to welcome your first partygoers.

A few more groups of people rolled in, and you paid no attention as you were too busy making yourself another strong drink. You poured sloppily into the cup, giggling as splashes of soda and vodka spilled down the sides of your cup.

“You better watch out there, pretty girl. Making quite a mess.”

You turned around quickly, Matt’s voice making you jump in surprise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled brightly, his perfect face begging to be touched, adored, kissed. You looked at every part of him, every beautiful part of him, stuttering to get words out.

“No... you’re... it’s okay. Sorry.” You put the bottle back down on the table and picked up your cup, taking a large swig, and nearly gagging on the taste of the strong liquor.

“Can I get in there and make a drink?” His eyes travelled up and down your body, his lips slightly pursing at the sight of you. You felt your heart pounding through your chest and he eyed you. His eyes finally locked on yours, his gaze paralyzing, your body refusing to move.

“Of course. We have lots of options. Anything you want,” you managed to squeak out, still unable to draw yourself away from his gaze. His eyes didn’t leave yours, and he smiled slightly, reaching his hand out to grab a bottle. For a split second you thought he was reaching out to touch you, and when you thought about the feeling of his skin on yours, you felt yourself melt. Desire and craving washed over your body in a wave that you couldn’t push away even if you tried.

“Thank you. I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” He finally looked away, and began walking back towards the small group of people who had gathered in your living room, including Callie and your brother. You felt relief as you were able to breath again, your body relaxing as he got farther and farther away. You waited a few moments before following him to join the rest of your friends.

“Ah, there you are, my sister!” Danny yelled, wrapping you in his arms so abruptly that you almost spilled your drink everywhere.

“Hey bud!” You hugged him back, grateful to have someone here to take your mind off of Matt.

“We were just about to play a fun little ice breaker game, since Matt is new to the group and all,” Danny motioned to Matt, who smiled and waved awkwardly as everyone stared at him.

“An ice breaker, really? What is this, college orientation?” You joked, taking another swig of your intensely strong drink.

“Shut up. Don’t be such an ass.” Danny rolled his eyes and pointed to an empty seat, and you realized it wasn’t worth fighting him. He loved to play stupid little games like this, that everyone else dreaded. But you have to admit, everyone always ended up having fun at the end of the day.

“What’s the game, Danny boy?” Callie cooed, getting comfy on the couch between a few of your other friends. She always had the biggest crush on him, although you forbid her from ever getting near him. It wasn’t her, you loved her and would love it even more if she was your sister. But he was such a dick, you knew he would break her heart, and you would not stand for that.

“Easy, everyone shares one surprising fact about themselves.”

“Oh god, I don’t think I have any,” someone moaned, and Danny just laughed.

“No worries, plenty of time to think. I can start. Uh.... I slept with my professors wife in college as revenge for him giving me a C- on my final.” Danny smiled proudly and took a long swig of beer. The group around you just groaned in disgust and laughed, but you knew the story. That wasn’t the entirety of it at all, in fact, Danny had fallen desperately in love with this woman and she crushed his heart by choosing her husband over him. But he would never tell all of that, because that doesn’t sound cool. Apparently you weren’t the only one who knew the truth, though, because Matt instinctively turned to you and looked at you in a way that read, ‘This guy is so full of shit.’ Apparently Matt and your brother were closer than you though, if he told him his biggest secret.

“Hmm, Matt, I think you should be next. Only fair since you’re the new guy.” Danny turned to Matt with an excited face, like a little kid on christmas.

“Oh man, alright. Well, I guess one thing that people have a hard time believing about me is that I am a bit of a hopeless romantic. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight. All of that bullshit. I’m a sucker for it.” Matt looked right at you as the words spilled out of his mouth, not even trying to hide the obviousness of what he was trying to say. You tried your best to look away from him, but you couldn’t pretend his words weren’t entrapping you.

“That’s super corny, bro,” Danny laughed, pushing Matt slightly. He just shrugged, and took a sip of vodka straight from the bottle. Danny bothered a few more people about their secrets, and you listened intently to stories about shoplifting and coke addictions, trying to avoid his obvious gaze. You knew he was staring at you, his eyes burning holes in your body as the liquor started to flow through him. He wanted you, he craved you, in a way he had never experienced before.

Love at first sight had always been a myth to you; something in books and movies. Fiction. Until you heard the words slip from his mouth. Love at first sight, soul mates. It was all impossible. But why couldn’t you stop thinking of him. Why did his state send shivers through your body? Why did it feel like you had been waiting for him your entire life, even though you just met?

“(Y/N)! It’s your turn!” You heard Danny yell, bringing you out of your thoughts once again.

“Uh... what’s going on again?” You murmured, the alcohol overcoming your brain as you tried to remember the dumb activity you were being forced to participate in.

“Alright, you might need to slow down on the drinks girl.” Callie laughed, pointing at the cup in your hand.

“I’m fine. Just lost my train of thought!”

“Tell us a surprising fact about yourself,” Matt chimed in, a flirtatious smile plastered across his face.

“Uh, right. Well... I have a really huge record collection. It’s kind of my hobby.” You shrugged, nodding your head slowly as the group around you seemed let down by the less than flashy secret.

“You’re kidding! I collect vinyls too. I have like a thousand,” Mattresponded, his eyes lighting up at the realization that he finally had a way to talk to you.

“You should show him your collection, (Y/N), it’s ridiculously impressive,” Callie said, nodding in excitement. Your heart stopped at her words, hoping that Matt would say ‘Another time!’ and you would forget about the entire interaction. But you knew he would take up any offer to be alone with you; and a part of you was hoping he would.

“I’d love to see it,” Matt said slowly, his voice now a serious tone as he waited nervously for your response.

“Uh... of course. Does anyone else want to see?” You asked, in one final last ditch effort to protect yourself from being alone with him. But the room had already moved on from you, and no one even heard you ask the question. You looked up at Matt, his perfect smile once again showing itself.

“Guess it’s just you and I, pretty girl.” He whispered to you, his hand on your shoulder. He leaned in as he spoke to you, as if to keep the nickname a secret. You looked around in hopes that someone noticed, someone would put a stop to it. But everyone had already moved on, started new conversations, brought themselves deeper into a state of inebriation. No one saw either of you, and you could easily slip away into the night with him.

You stood up slowly, and motioned for Matt to follow you into your room. He eagerly followed behind, not a single soul in the room even realizing you were leaving. You felt your heart pounding in anticipation and nervousness, not knowing how the next few minutes would play out. You took a few deep breaths to control yourself before opening the door to your room and letting Matt follow.

“Open or closed?” He asked, his hand gripped on the door handle as he awaited your response.

“Closed. I don’t like people seeing my personal space,” you said, moving over to the shelves that held your vinyls. Matt nodded and closed the door lightly, following you over to your collection.

You walked to the corner of your small, cluttered bedroom. Sat in the corner was multiple shelving units, all packed high and bending under the weight of your numerous records. Next to the shelves was a small desk, which your record player sat beautifully on top of. Your room was overwhelming to a stranger's eye, but every single thing in there had a purpose, to you. It was your sanctuary. And it wasn’t a place you regularly invited strangers. You barely ever let Callie or Danny in there. But seeing him stand there, gazing in fascination at your records, felt very comfortable. You knew that he would respect your space, and not question it. It was a nice feeling to be able to share something so private with someone.

“Wow... this is amazing (Y/N)... you have fantastic taste in music,” he whispered, running his hands up and down the records.

“Thank you. Some of them I don’t really listen to, they’ve just been collected from garage sales and thrift stores over the years.” You watched him in awe, every feature glowing in the low light of your room. He smiled at certain titles, pulling things out delicately to look at the covers. He was beautiful, perfect. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“Do you wanna smoke a blunt?” He asked, turning to you in excitement as he pulled out a bag of weed from his pocket.

“Of course. Just crack the window,” you responded, your eyes still locked on him.

“Perfect! Let’s listen to something, too. Do you mind rolling so I can pick something out?” He asked, handing you the plastic bag. Your hand touched his as you grabbed it from him, and you felt time freeze as your skin made contact. He was warm, soft, angelic in his touch. You wanted more, you craved more. But you let go, pulling yourself away.

You watched him pull out various records and contemplate what to put on as you carefully rolled a blunt to smoke. His face was focused and concentrated, and the furrow in his brow made you smile. You couldn’t help but smile around him. He finally pulled out an album you immediately recognized as (Y/F/A).

“How did you know?” You asked, watching him as he delicately took the record out and placed it on your player.

“What?” He giggled, biting his lip as he looked up at you.

“That's my favorite album.”

“You’re joking. It’s mine, too.” He looked up at you, your eyes once again meeting. You didn’t need to speak to know what was going through his mind. The two of you were both thinking the same thing. He broke the stare first to start playing the music, his hands gently placing the needle on the record.

The music began quietly, but filled the room around you. You lit up the blunt and began to smoke, a wave of happiness coming over you as you took in your surroundings. A beautiful boy, your favorite music, some fantastic weed. It was paradise. It was pure bliss.

You smoked the blunt in silence, both of you taking in the beauty of the music, no need for words. You watched him, his movements, enthralled by his every move. The light from the blunt lit up his face in an almost angelic way, making your heart race every time he took a puff. The more high you got, the more you wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him, love him. Love at first sight, it’s bull shit, right? But what if it isn’t? What if it’s sitting right in front of you?

“Dance with me.” Matt said, standing up quickly and reaching out his hand.

“I... what?” You asked, giggling slightly at the man who was standing in front of you.

“Dance with me. You know you want to.” He raises his eyebrows at you, hand still stuck out waiting for you. You rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaping your lips as you grabbed his hand and stood up. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. The smell of smoke and mint immediately overtook you, the warmth of his body wrapping you in comfort. Being in his arms, it was the most calming feeling in the world. It was the best feeling in the world.

In that moment, nothing else mattered to you except being with him. You would do anything to hold on to that moment. You reached your hand up to his face and touched it gently, the softened of his skin flowing on your fingertips. You brushed the few stray wisps of hair away from his face before bringing your lips up to his.

There are many different types of kisses in the world. You first kiss, which is awkward and usually terrible. A sad kiss, one where you know it will be your last kiss for a while. A lustful kiss, where you can’t keep your hands off of each other and want nothing more than to rip clothes off. But this kiss... this was a kiss you had never experienced before. It was a kiss that filled your entire body; flooded you with light and calmness, made every bad thing you’ve ever felt disappear into thin air as your lips pressed against his. It was a kiss that you knew was saved especially between two people who were meant to be. A kiss between soul mates.

As your lips worked effortlessly with his, everything else in the world disappeared except for you and him. You melted into each other, two paints seamlessly coming together to create a beautiful piece of art. You never wanted to let go of him. You never would, if it was up to you. But you needed a second, a second to catch your breath, a second to ground yourself back to reality.

You pulled away from him, your hands still locked in his hair and his on your waist. “We should go back out there. We don’t want to look suspicious,” you whispered, suddenly remembering the circumstances that led you in here in the first place.

“Of course, that’s for the best. But I promise you this is not the end of us.” Matt kissed your cheek and winked flirtatiously before heading back out to your living room. You sat quietly for a moment, your heart racing and your breathing unsteady. In that moment, you knew that was it. That was the last first kiss of your life.

#spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #mgg #mgg x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader

286 notes · View notes

mycandylovefanatics · 5 years

Note

Hey! I recently found your blog, just wanna say your writing is giving me life! I saw requests are open and I just have to ask... how do you think Lysander, Hyun, and Castiel act when they’re high? Like after smoking weed lolololol If you don’t want to write this one I understand but if you do thanks in advance!

I’m absolutely dying right now lmaooo I’ve never even thought of this before this is going to be fun (definitely let me know if you guys wanna know the story of the two times I got a little too high for my own good lmaooooo)

Warning: marijuana is mentioned heavily in this, I will have it tagged so you can have it blocked but just in case I’m letting you know ahead of time!

Lysander

Ohhh man okay so the question is, how is Lysander getting high in the first place? I definitely don’t see him willingly being like “Oh yes, pass the blunt please.” Don’t see him as a smoker at all. Maybe an edible that he eats unknowingly? Let’s say someone brought edibles to a small get together, and everyone knows except for him because he shows up just a bit late and everyone forgets to mention it to him lol. I’m gonna just go ahead and say it was a cookie edible. He eats some of it, but thinks it tastes really weird so he only eats about half before throwing the other half away (what a WASTE Lysander). He doesn’t mean to be rude about it but he’s not going to eat something if he doesn’t like it lol. Nothing against the person that made it, it could just be him personally considering everyone else seems to be enjoying it.

Fast forward about an hour. Lysander is quite a tall dude and if I remember correctly, he’s on the heavier side when it comes to all the boys. So you really gotta give it a good hour or so to kick in for him. He’s sitting down enjoying himself, talking and laughing. Gosh, everyone is so funny tonight? He’s really having a better time than usual. You’re also there with everyone. The topic is: bad jokes. You’re up next, and you crack a really corny one. “What do you call a row of rabbits hopping away?”

“What?”

“A receding hare line!”

And Lysander literally just can NOT stop laughing. And he’s slowly becoming aware of the fact that something isn’t right but right now all he can do is laugh and laugh and laugh. People are actually getting concerned because he’s laughing so loudly and he rarely ever does that? And then someone realizes oh shit you ate a cookie didn’t you lololol Honestly you might have to watch him for the night because if you aren’t careful he might start freaking out because he doesn’t know what’s happening so PLEASE explain it to him. “Lysander you’re going to be okay, you just accidentally ate an edible but it’s fine. You didn’t eat the whole thing and I’m here for you if you need me, okay?” And he’s just like oh god someone help me. He’s better off just lying down for the rest of the night. Give him some water, some nice tunes to listen to through a pair of ear buds and he’ll be fine. You’ll occasionally glance over to see him giggling randomly throughout the night and trying but failing to sing on key to the songs playing Ends up falling asleep lmaoooo

Hyun

Hyun, Hyun, hyun…. poooooor poor Hyun xD He is also the type of person to not willingly smoke something. He’ll have a few drinks here and there, but smoking? No thanks. So his situation is the exact same as Lysander’s, accidentally eating an edible. He didn't show up late and heard the announcement, but he was sure they said the BROWNIES were edibles, not the cookies. So, he takes one, eats it. He also thinks it tastes kind of weird. Not bad, just a really peculiar flavor. BUT Hyun doesn’t want to be rude to whoever made the cookie so he eats the entire thing… the entire thing…. oh god.

I feel like while Hyun is tall, he’s also a bit smaller in weight so the cookie probably only takes about 45 minutes to take effect. He’s standing with a group of his friends, his eyes focus on you as you talk. You’re telling everyone a story from back when you were a teen and rabbits got loose within the school. He’s listening, but then he realizes: what are you talking about?? Why does everything coming out of your mouth make absolutely no sense? And also why can’t he stop squinting so much? Also why can’t HE FEEL HIS JAW?

Hyun is definitely the one you’ll have to keep an active eye on throughout the night because unlike Lysander, this boy will actually start to freak out. He can’t focus on anything clearly, he feels like everything is moving and slow motion and if he doesn’t sit down right now he’s going to pass out lmao. Give him some water and just sit with him for a bit. Talk to him to make sure he knows he’s not in any danger, and just let him cuddle you until he calms down a bit. He’ll be okay, the poor baby has just never experienced anything like that in his life hahaha. After that he’s just super chill and you’d almost think he’s tired but nah he’s just chillin! Leave him be, he’ll be okay. Definitely gets really bad cotton mouth though so make sure to give him lots of water, and keep it in a closed bottle or else he’ll just keep spilling it everywhere.

Castiel

Okay so Castiel is probably the most likely out of the three to smoke on his own accord. But even then I feel like he’d have to really be in the mood for something like that, he doesn’t just get high on a regular basis or anything. Especially not around a bunch of people so this get together is definitely something small with a close knit group of friends. Maybe after a study session with the gang, someone offers it up and he’s like ehhh why not? He doesn’t get himself insanely high like the other two because he actually knows what he’s doing and how to pace himself, unlike the other two who had no clue what was happening lol. More of a blunt guy than an edible so this works out a little better too. But if he has an option he’d definitely prefer a dab pen, so he can just hit it once or twice and give himself a nice relaxed high. He knows when he’s getting a little buzzed too because he starts to feel lighter. You don’t need to watch him because he’s got himself covered lol. He’s a lot more friendly when he’s high too! Not super nice like Hyun or anything, but he jokes around more, laughs a bit more at jokes, and if you keep eye contact with him for too long he’ll burst out in laughter like “Pffffft…. stop staring at me creep.” And give you his little side smirk.

Oh yeah you thought I forgot about one of the main side effects? The boy has MAD munchies xD like, he’s just guzzling an entire bag of chips, or eating some random left over Chinese food he found in the fridge, not even bothering to warm it up. Any food item in his line of sight is getting consumed. He’s that high person that makes weird ass combinations too, like pickles on top of pizza, or peanut butter and potato chips. If he’s at home while high he might even make himself a full ass three course meal, not even caring about whether or not any of this is healthy for him. He refuses to go out and get fast food though because last time he did that he ended up spending 35 dollar son McDonalds and the reality didn’t even hit him until the next day. He’s not broke but he’s not rich either lmao.

44 notes · View notes

mycandylovefanatics · 5 years

Note

I loved when anon asked about the boys getting stoned xD I was dying of laughter. Can you please do that for Nath, Priya, and Ken? You're awesome 😊😍

Nathaniel

Nathaniel is another one to not want to regularly get high, if at all. Honestly I really don’t think using marijuana is in his realm of activities lmao he might have tried it out of curiosity ONCE after high school or something but there’s also a chance he stayed away from it altogether. Idk man I need more information on this dude but ANYWAYS for this scenario we’ll say he tried it out.

He’s been stressed as all hell this past week, and he thinks he’s about to lose his mind if he can’t catch a break at some point. We’ll use the same outing scenario as last time. You invite him to hang out with you and some friends for a little get together. He has nothing better to do so why not?

He’s having an okay time, enjoying your company but you can feel that he’s still a little tense. “Nath, are you okay? You seem a little out of it tonight.” And he’ll sigh, “I know, I’m just pretty stressed out. I have to deal with some... things this week.” You already know from the look on his face what he means by ‘things’. You think of something to make him feel better, to get him to relax and then you remember! You brought some goods with you. You offer him to take a hit off your dab pen, and the look on his face is hilarious. He’s like wtf candy since when do you smoke the DEVILS LETTUCE? Nah, lmao he’s not a prude or anything anymore but he’s definitely a little taken aback by your offer. “When did you start…?” His first reaction is to get a bit annoyed with you, because he’s not really a fan of any of that stuff. Buuuut when he feels the headache that he’s had for three days straight now, he’s like “...Fuck it.” He knows that weed has its medicinal purposes, and even if it isn’t intended for that in this case, at least he knows it doesn’t have necessarily bad effects. And he trusts you enough to know it’s not laced lmao In this case a dab pen for him is the best option because he doesn’t want to have to keep dealing with that burning lung sensation. Let him take one good hit and leave it at that. He’ll still cough though cause poor baby has never done this before.

Give it a good 30-40 minutes. You’ll probably notice he’s high before he does. You’re all chatting about any and everything. He’s listening, laughing occasionally when someone says something funny. He’s holding your hand, man it feels so nice and warm. He realizes his headache is gone and he feels great. He thinks he’s perfectly fine, until Rosa asks him a question. “Nate do you want another beer?” And Nathaniel just looks at her, and it takes him like ten whole seconds to respond. He’s like “......what??” And now he’s even more confused because everyone is laughing at him, but this just makes him laugh right along with them. “What’s so funny guys?”

And then self awareness hits him and he’s just so… chill? He’s the type of person who gets high and just rides the wave man. He knows he’s high, he can tell because he feels like everything is moving in slow motion lmao. But it feels niiiice. His whole body relaxes, his headache is gone, and he’s got his girl next to him? Hell yeah. He’s fine but just check on him occasionally to make sure he doesn’t need anything. He’s got real bad cotton mouth so some water will do him well. “Nath are you okay?” You ask, and he just looks at you with this dumb smile on his face, his eyes nearly closed from how much he’s squinting. “...uhhh yeah I’m good babe,” he giggles a bit. And then he’ll go back to his little realm of paradise. Honestly he’s handling this pretty well for his first time, just keep holding his hand to comfort him and all will be well.

Priya

I have no doubt that Priya has definitely had a few encounters with Mary Jane. She may not be a regular smoker or anything but when she’s in a really good mood she for sure will indulge herself in some recreational activities. 4/20 celebrations are always fun if she decides to go that year. She’s definitely more of a blunt gal too, so she can pace herself. She knows her limits and she knows how to handle herself probably the best out of everyone. But she’s not stupid and she’s not going to smoke if she doesn’t know who the green is coming from. She doesn’t trust just anyone and she certainly doesn’t pass the blunt to just anyone. Only trusted friends in her circle, so you, Rosa, Alexy, Morgan, Castiel, etc. Honestly if she feels like everyone would be okay and comfortable with it, she might be the person offering it up in the first place lmao. And Priya’s got some GOOD shit so don’t try to hog the blunt or you’re gonna end up on your ass somewhere. (Lemme get your weed man’s number girl)

When she’s high she’s sooooo chill and nice to be around. She’ll just lie back, laughing and joining in on whatever convo. You’re laying on her chest while she runs her fingers through your hair. She’s like the mom friend when she’s high, because she makes sure everyone is okay instead of the other way around. It’s weird because while she is high, she’s also fully capable of doing everything? Like, she could drive if she really wanted to but she won’t because she’s got common sense.

So with all of that being said, don’t even worry about her. Her and Cas are probably having the time of their lives watching everyone else get all loopy. She also has mad munchies!! So if you can’t find her, your best bet is the kitchen. She’s on the floor with Castiel, both of them eating out of a giant container full of ice cream, not even caring to get bowls. She’ll see you standing there with a raised eyebrow and with a mouth full of triple chocolate brownie ice cream, she asks “You want thome Y/N?” And hands you a spoon. So now you’re sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor with Priya and Castiel all eating out of this container.

Kentin

Ohhhh boy. Kentin is that one who gets wayyyyy too high for his first time. Curiosity probably gets the better of him and he tries an edible. Normally he’s not interested in that kind of thing, but he's around people he trusts, and you’re there so you’ll make sure he’s okay right? He eats about half of it and waits for about 20 minutes. Nothing is happening and he’s like, hm these must be weak and decides to eat the other half too…. Jesus Christ Kentin why are you so impatient all the time. You’re all sitting around Rosa’s coffee table hanging out. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves with light conversation about whatever, someone is laughing about something. He’s listening, eyeing the burning candle in the middle of the table. Wow, fire is so cool. Oh man, this candle smells so good. At some point, he’s not sure when, but at some point…everyone’s voices turn to a weird muffled background noise. He can hear what’s being said, but none of the words are processing. And man this candle sure is nice to look at??

You notice he’s completely zoned out, eyes red and squinted at the candle. He’s been like that for about 5minutes but to him it feels like it’s been forever. You grab his hand and ask if he’s okay, and that’s when he snaps out of his trance for a bit. “Um, I think so? I feel really heavy Y/N, am I gonna die?” And then he’s like ohhhh myyYY GOD, and he lays his face on the table, groaning. “Y/N I can’t feel my face,” he says rubbing his cheek. And then he keeps rubbing his cheek.

“Oh my god you’re peaking, how much did you eat Kentin?”

And he looks at like and shrugs with his hands up like “I ate the whole thing because it wasn’t working.”

“Kentin that’s why you have to wait at least 45 minutes!”

“Ohhh... haha! Oh well then. Are you gonna take care of me babe?” And at that point you just have to sign and rub his head. “Yes, I’m going to take care of you.”

You really have to watch this one because if you’re not careful he might start freaking out ever so often. Like logically he knows he’s okay with you but his brain is just like no DANGER. Just keep rubbing his head, holding his hand and give him lottttts of water. Keep reassuring him that he’s fine and like Lysander, give him some music to listen to. He’ll be okay after about an hour. Still high as shit, but he feels safe now lmao and you can tell by how he’s dancing completely off beat to music that no one else can hear. Give it another 20 minutes and now he’s bugging you for food. “Baaaabe, do you have any candy? I really want some gummy worms.”

#mcl #amour sucre #mycandylove #corazon de melon #cdm #nathaniel #as #mclul headcanons #mclul nathaniel #mclul priya #mcl kentin #nathaniel headcanons #priya headcanons #kentin headcanons #mcl priya #mcl ken #mcl nathaniel #marijuana #weed

27 notes · View notes