get high and cuddle up

High | Matty Healy

A/N: This is a request from Anonymous for an imagine with Matty when both of you are high. I originally had planned for this to be a lot different, but it turned out super fluffy instead. I hope that’s okay. Enjoy!

Pairing: Matty x Reader

Warnings: None


You laid next to your curly haired love out on the balcony of the hotel room you two shared. In the midst of being high, you both decided to drag the mattress from the bed out onto the balcony, along with the pillows and blankets. You loved the nights where you and Matty just got high together. They always consisted of conversations that could last all night, talking about anything and everything. You were cuddled up against Matty, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of him, a contrast from the cool night air. You sighed in content, feeling Matty’s delicate fingers tracing soft patterns on the skin of your back.

“Fuck, man”, Matty uttered abruptly, “Do you know how fucking amazing you are”? Taken aback by his sudden question, you didn’t really know how to respond. “Babe, where is this coming from?” you asked him, looking up into his deep brown eyes. “I don’t know really,” his chest vibrated as he chuckled, “I just felt the urge to remind you how amazing you are.” His hand moved to your cheek, gently caressing it while examining the features of your face. Not knowing what to say, you just went to kiss his lips. It was a long, passionate kiss. Different from how he usually kisses you. It communicated the love you shared for each other, without any words being exchanged. “You know, you’re pretty amazing too,” you chuckled. You reached up to start twisting a few of his curls around your index finger. “I love you, honestly more than life itself and I don’t tell you enough, y/n”, he confessed, while admiring the familiar beauty of your face. “I know you love me, Matty, you don’t have to tell me”, you replied honestly. The sad expression on his features made you sad. You didn’t want him to feel bad for anything. “Matty, you’re the most amazing boyfriend I could ask for. You have always been there for me, even when no one else was. Whether I wanted to talk, or just be with someone, you were there. You always make me laugh, too. God, you’re so good at that. Even when I don’t want to laugh, you still manage to do so. You’ve given me so much more than I could ask for,” you told him.

He barely cracked a smile at your words. “But I’m never around. I hate that I leave you alone so much. You don’t deserve it. I’ve grown tired of being away from you. You’re constantly on my mind. All I ever want is you. You deserve so much more than me, y/n. Seriously.” He rolled onto his back, rubbing his face with his hands, frustration and saddened laced onto his features. “Matty, stop. Don’t say that shit. You’re so fucking perfect and I love you. I’ll be honest, sometimes I do get lonely, but it never lasts because at the end of the night, you always make me feel better. You don’t even have to try. Just simply being with you makes me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. And the fact that you’re making and playing music, doing what you love, what makes you happy, makes me happy.” You grabbed his face with your hands, turning him to face you. “I love you,” you said looking him in the eyes. You leaned in to give him a deep kiss.

“I love you, babe,” Matty muttered into the kiss. “Why do I always get so fucking mushy-gushy whenever we get high and then cuddle?” he laughed, looking up to the stars. “I’m afraid I can’t answer that question for you,” you chuckled. Nuzzling your face into his neck. “I love you, y/n.” “I love you too, Matty.”

Stoner!Luke blowing smoke out of his nose in your basement and offering to tech you all kinds of tricks that he’s learned over the years like how to turn an apple into a pipe or how to blow smoke rings even though you had your fare share of tricks but he was always the guy to bring you chocolate and weed when you were sad and the two of you would cuddle up watching disney movies and getting high and the two of you would talk the night away about how the universe was created and ask each other super deep questions like what was your first heart break or what memory defined your childhood? And Luke would love those times and he would always get worried that when the two of you weren’t high, that relationship and those conversations would go away and you never had the guts to tell him that you didn’t even like smoking weed, you just liked being so close with him.

anonymous asked:

I was hanging with my friends-including bestfriend and boyfriend-. After we dropped her off, we went back to a friend's house to chill, drink and get high. I was cold so we were innocently cuddling. He started feeling me up and grinding on me. One thing led to another and my pants were down to my ankles, his fingers rubbing me and sucking on my boob. I was too high to stop him but sober enough- to call out the guy I love's name- until my the delivery guy knocked. We vowed to never tell a soul.