#joints

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stiles x reader thoughts

just want to smoke a joint with this pretty boy

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you would introduce weed to him one day in high school, saying you got it from danny or whoever and suggesting it as a way to calm down and take a break from everything going on around them

he would cough like a bitch at the first hit and definitely be one to pull a "I don't think I feel anything" and then sit in silence for a few minutes just to start giggling to himself

"what?" "oh, did I not say my joke out loud?" "no" "oh. i don't remember it"

it would become a secret little ritual for the two of you when you needed a break from reality, stiles looking forward to the alone time with you

stiles would be so quick to get paranoid at literally any noise or shadow he encountered

"what was that" "stiles, that was me sitting on the couch next to you" "oh"

which is funny, because he would also love to put on horror movies and curl up with you on the couch, jumping so hard at times that the popcorn would go flying

you two would get really into your adventures, wandering the woods and looking for clues to whatever was currently going on in the town

of course, that would be until he heard a branch snap (of his own doing, obviously) and called it quits

you would go on walks for hours, passing a joint between the two of you and pointing out different constellations and him telling you the different stories

firm believer he would get really into pranking scott when you were out of these walks, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world to ding dong ditch scotts house and run away cackling

"stiles, I'm going to call your dad!" "shit, go go go!"

he would get insane munchies, trashing the kitchen while making the wildest new concoctions and having you blindfold taste test them

he would also then lay on the couch and groan, complaining about how full he was

"I don't think I can ever eat again" "ditto" "... do we still have any oreos"

he would get so horny

I think the rush and feeling of getting high would get him so hard, and he'd have to will himself not to stare at you and drool

getting high would scramble his adhd riddled mind even more, causing him to jump from one thought to another at a more intense rate than normal

it would be his downfall

one night, both on his door steps and a joint in hand, he'd start rambling about something and get distracted by how you looked in the moonlight, shifting his rant to how much he liked you. he would get lost, absolutely going on about everything about you that was amazing to him

you'd stare back at him, just in awe as he spoke, and one thing would lead to another and you'd kiss him, thankful for the haze of the weed leaving you feeling bolder

after that, you guys would smoke and make out for hours, absolutely focused on how your lips felt against each other, and the buzz that radiated throughout your whole body