LIVING//timothéeXreader//completed

laughing, cont.

A/N: content warning: weed/smoking!! if this is a sensitive topic, read carefully :) ~lola

"do you smoke weed?" he lifted his shoulders, bracing for a negative response. you threw your head back and laughed. he laughed softly, confused.

"you are too much, timothée," you smiled and shook your head. "i have a lighter in my coat," you rested your cheek in your palm and he smiled wide.

"okay," he said, getting up from the couch and walking to a book shelf. "i was afraid to ask," he picked up a wooden box from the top shelf. "because i didn't wanna make you uncomfortable," he came back to the couch, his words falling out of his mouth at a thousand miles an hour. "because i know not everyone smokes, and it would be totally okay if you didn't," he said, making eye contact with you.

he quickly looked back down at his box and opened it. "but i like to smoke sometimes and i think it'd be fun," he pulled out a smaller box and looked back up to you, "do you wanna?"

he held a joint out to you between his two fingers, smiling big. you smiled back at him and said, "it'd be my pleasure," you hopped up off the couch and grabbed a yellow lighter from your jacket.

the two of you sat at his kitchen table, the window cracked open. a light winter breeze made its way into his apartment every few minutes.

you each lit up your own joints and timothée couldn't take his eyes off of you. he watched closely everytime you took a hit.

time began to pass rapidly and slow down all at once. your eyelids became heavy and you couldn't stop laughing whenever you looked into timothée's beautiful eyes.

you looked down at your lap and saw a giant fluffy blanket wrapped around you, and you giggled. you looked back up to him, his eyes droopy and a similar blanket was draped over his shoulders. "when did we get blankets!" you asked, and timothée erupted in laughter.

"you just said you were freezing, so i wrapped you up like a little burrito," he said between laughs.

your head fell down and you could barely breathe through your laughter. "burrito," you wheezed out, grabbing your stomach.

timothée giggled and tapped his joint over the ashtray, coughing hard. "woah!" he half said, half coughed. he tried to take a sip of water, his laughter making it spill onto the table and down his chin.

you banged your hand on the table and squeezed your eyes shut, tight, a silent laugh escaping your mouth. 

your night together continued to go on like that, the two of you laughing hysterically at nothing and everything.

despite your head feeling like a cloud and your cotton mouth making it hard to talk, you and timothée made effortless conversation, your words flowing off each others. you cracked jokes and laughed at eachother whenever one of you would mess up your words.

"hey, hey..." timothée mumbled. the two of you had moved to the couch, and were sharing a new joint now. his head was tilted back and resting on the back of the sofa. he turned to look at you.

"what was..." he took a deep breath in. "what was your dream about?" he lifted his hand up to his mouth and took a drag. you stayed silent, your eyes closed and your breathing slow.

"heeeeeyy," timothée whined, poking at your side. you instantly jumped from your slumber and held your hands up in defence.

"i'm ticklish timmyyyyyy," you groaned and he laughed.

"that's a new one!" he told you. you leaned back into the couch and closed your eyes again. "y/n, tell me your dream," he said, poking your face this time. you grabbed his finger mid-poke, squeezing it tight.

"are you ready for a story?" you asked.