#personally i think hes a blunt/joint guy

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ tommy gets jealous | oneshot

♡ fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; mentions of kidnapping and violence, don’t date people who want to slash you irl not a good foundation for a relationship

♡notes; I put on my big boy panties and wrote something other than a bulleted list!!

I just love a good “i trust you but i sure as fuck don’t trust anybody else” type jealously trope. Also some Tommy doing ASL!! We love a (selectively?) mute king.

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You were an oblivious person. Most of the time, anyways. You’d been totally shocked when Luda Mae didn’t let you leave the night you arrived at the Hewitt house, totally shocked when Charlie told you Thomas was obsessed with you, and more surprised still that Charlie had been right.

You weren’t stupid— you put two and two together that these folks were cannibals as soon as you saw the basement. You nearly talked Monty into letting you go, and you slipped your restraints a couple times before you were settled in. You’d done well in school and still could read a book in one sitting.

Maybe… socially inept was a better word, harsh as it sounded. It was only people that you had a such a hard time with. You trusted them, but you could almost never wrap your head around what they were thinking.

Like the customers that stayed too long . It happened a lot. Bikers and tourists and all sorts of folks would stop in when you were working in the convenience store, and usually more than once a day a man would stay leaned on the counter, chatting away until his buddies were about to leave him. Sometimes they’d be alone, and Luda would give you a break early and they’d go off looking all huffy.

It very rarely occurred to you that the men were trying to flirt. You didn’t think of yourself as someone that happened to- and treated all customers the same. Why would they think you wanted to bang em when all you did was smile? Being nice was part of your job.

Luda Mae payed no mind to the men or your conversations. If there’d been any cause for concern, she’d be able to quash it very easily. But she found it endearing, especially your confusion and apathy when they did get balls enough to be blunt . In her mind you were so devoted to Thomas that other men were just nuisances.

That’s why no one had mentioned it to Thomas. He rarely came up to help now that you were there to help Luda Mae, but today there was extra stock, and her joints had been aching from the weather. You were on register, Luda Mae relaxed in a rocker on the porch, and Tommy stalked the aisles and put out trinkets and canned food and all the other junk you sold. You were trying not to go distract him and stood leaned over the counter, doodling on some scrap paper between customers.

“Well hello darlin,” A man drawled, hands on his belt buckle. He was trying too hard to be a real Texan, but he wasn’t from up North like you. “You got any cigarettes back there?”

“Sure do! Let’s see… got Camels, Lucky Strike- I really like these ones, the Salems, they’re menthol-“

“You look too sweet to smoke. I’ll take the Camels,”

“Well, only do it on special occasions,” you shrugged, not paying much attention as Thomas stalked towards the front “Anything else?”

“Well. That depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re free or not tonight.”

You blinked, then furrowed your brow “You tryna ask me out?”

“Well I- oho shit!” The man laughed uncomfortably as he noticed Thomas right behind him “You scared me there big guy-“

He huffed and slunk behind the counter as the man nervously tried to get back on topic “Anyways… ahem…so about that date-?”

You huffed and out a hand on your hip “Well, depends?”

He perked up a bit “On what?”

“If you can beat my boyfriend in a fight.” On cue Thomas wrapped his arms around you from behind, growling as he hooked his chin on your head.

The man quickly turned tail and mumbled something about being out of practice, forgetting the cigarettes completely. You could feel Tommy relax and turned to let him pick you up and set you on the counter. Even then you weren’t eye to eye with the giant of a man…but it was closer, and you liked feeling tiny anyway.

“…hi baby.” You cooed and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. He huffed and nuzzled you, as he often did as a form of reassurance. You giggled and pecked his mask “Annoying, right?”

He nodded and scowled, keeping his grip tight on your hips

“…what’s wrong?”

He hesitated but pulled back to sign ‘Mine. All mine. Right?’

You giggled again “Of course! All yours- always.”

He smiled softly- the sort of expression only you could coax out of him ‘Always’

[titaswrld]

gryffindor characters modern! AU

according to me….

description: silly modern! AU head canons of the main gryffindor characters :)

pairing: harry, ron, fred, george, ginny and hermione x reader

contains: mentions of substances, alcohol and weed. mentions sexual acts (i think…)

|an: bored and decided i’d made something a little silly. literally just my thoughts lolll don’t take this too seriously

modern AU! harry potter who…

— definitely has a flip phone and refuses to be on any form of social media bc he thinks it’s awful for you

— i think being around his friends who do have social media would give him the spiel on most things tho

— oh he loveeesss house of dragon omg

— only listens to 70s 80s 90s music and some jazz tbh

— i feel like he’s just very old fashioned and he’s happy that way

— such a loving and caring bf since he’s hardly ever even touched the internet he’s pure lol

— def a lil goofball he’d say a little slang term the twins taught him and repeat it back to you…”harry who taught you that…”

— don’t ask him to do no substances i think he’d be kinda against them..not a smoker…occasional drinker.

modern AU! ron weasley who…

— is a stoner! thru and thru. i think he’s a bong rip typa fellow but a blunt or a joint would do it too. doesn’t strike me as a cart of eddie guy.

— big female rap supporter imo…def into latto and maybe dabbles into some meg that’s his girlll lol

— definitely a twea/seltzer guy oml cannot take shots is my hc

— heavy on the lowk himbo boyfriend

— not stupid at all but not super street smart i fear, more of a book smart type of guy.

— super cute and adorable bf overall, he’s a big boy. for sure.

—armmmmssss…. gymrat imo he loves to blow off steam at the gym

—i feel like isn’t a social media person as well…has an insta but doesn’t post on it nor have a lot of followers..no tiktok maybe twitter

—luv him but he was def on drakes side of the beef…definitely a champagne papi

—kinda a video game nerd imo but he’s definitely into the sports ones like FIFA

— buys you n him the crumbl cookie lineup every week and you review them tg in the car pretending to be those tiktok crumbl reviewers😭🫶 (he’s so cute)

modern AU! hermione granger who…

— is 100% on booktok

— do not ask her about the summer i turned pretty or bridgerton unless you wanna listen to her talk for hours.

— don’t play with her and noah kahan…

—or taylor swift

— or chappell roan..

—she’ll have a cute little mixed drink or perhaps a seltzer but do not give this girl no shots she don’t want none!

— her and colleen hoover….

— brings her digital camera everywhere and is most def the camera girl friend….”hermione pls send me the pics from last night”

modern AU! ginny weasley who...

— does not play about female wnba players at all.

— don’t even mention paige bueckers…that’s her girl.

— is a party animal just like her brother.

— loves her chappell roan too.

— always on social media u cannot get this girl off her phone. she’s like an ipad kid u couldn’t rip it out of her cold head hands.

— such a good girlfriend, definitely so protective over her s/o, especially on social media.

— “ginny why’d you respond to every comment under my post complimenting me with ‘& she/he mine..so’…”

modern AU! fred weasley who…

— definitely asks u “english or spanish?”

—definitely goes to too many parties…like at a function every weekend he loves the party scene.

—treats his girl RIGHTT i would compare the relationship to don toliver and kali uchis, flowers all the time, handsy. posting/supporting his girl allll the time

—“i❤️mygf” typa fellow, all his posts on socials are her! all his stories, his highlights and his posts.

— also a weed demon, doesn’t strike me as a beer or seltzer guy but ooooo that liqah….

— dress to impress demon. his gf definitely got him to play it and he got hooked and now he’s a fashion maven.

modern AU! george weasley who…

— is every girls dream man…im talking flowers, boo baskets, burr baskets, easter baskets, omg you say the word and he’s massaging your feet and feeding you grapes.

— always posting his girl just like his brother she’s on his absolutely everything and he has a highlight for her.

— type of guy to post those tiktoks of his girl on his account appreciating her all the time and the comments are like “omg on his account too!” and it’s so cute and adorable.

—isn’t much of a party guy like his brother…will go to a few but i feel like it’s not his thing at all and he’d rather be hanging out with friends instead of at a big function with strangers.

—literally the ken to your barbie and yes he took you to see the movie and yes he got into costume with you. and he did it happily.

— always hanging out with his girlfriend and wouldn’t want it any other way.

[sturniozo]

Our Lips Are Sealed II

Masterlist

AN: Hey guys this is just a quick note to tell you, I decided to make y/n in this story autistic. As an autistic person I haven’t seen a lot of autism representation in x reader fics for the triplets. I’ve seen headcannons and one shots but not full fics with multiple parts, so here is one!

Anyways, enjoy! I love you guys so much! xx - Angel

Nate always brings me along when mom’s gone and he’s hanging out with his friends. I don’t mind it, I’m not much for making friends of my own. I didn’t really know how to talk to people. It mostly made me uncomfortable to start conversations, or keep them going.

And it was different. Everything was different. It seemed to be so easy for Nate to be friends with everyone, why was it so hard for me? I remember talking to people, and they’d give each other the look. That look for just a moment. I knew what they were thinking too. They were thinking I talk too much, or that I was too loud or too excited.

It just came so easy to Nate. But he never made me feel bad about it. He’s my big brother, and he always looked out for me. That’s why he brings me along with him to hang out with his friends. He knows. He knows how hard it is for me. He knows how to make it better.

So here I am, sitting on three of a stone fence with Nate, Nick, Chris, and Matt. I listen to them speak to each other, not contributing to the conversation. Seemingly lost in my own world as I just listen.

“What do you think, y/n?” Chris asks me. My head lifts up from looking at my feet.

“I-“ I stammer. They were talking about who would sleep in what tents during three camping trip.

“There’s no way I’m letting y/n sleep alone, I’m sorry.” Nate says while he waves his hands around in a ‘no’ sort of way.

“Then what do you suggest?” Matt asks him. “The tents are only big enough for two people each. Someone’s sleeping alone.”

“Not me, I can’t do that.” Chris says with a laugh.

“I’m not sleeping alone in a tent in the middle of nowhere!” Nick says. “No way.”

“Well, I’m not sleeping alone.” Matt says.

Nate shakes his head. “Not y/n.”

“Who’s gonna share a tent with her then?” Chris asks.

“I think you guys are forgetting mom…” I say. “Our mom will be there” I look at Nate.

“Mom already told me she’s going to be alone in her tent, she’s got the air mattress since the ground is hard on her back.” Nate says. “She told me to sort it out with you guys.”

“We can get a bigger tent and all of us can spend the weekend in the same tent.” Nick suggests.

Nate nods. “I’ll ask mom.”

“We can get the tent.” Chris says.

“Camping grounds only allow one tent one each area.” I chime in. “Mom will need to know there’s only going to be two tents instead of four.”

Nate nods. “I’ll just need to tell mom she doesn’t need to register for four camp areas.”

“Sounds good to me.” Matt says.

“I really did not want to sleep alone.” Nick laughs.

I go back to just listening to them speak for a short while. I stare at my shoes that hand over the edge of the stone fence.

Chris sits next to me, and on the other side of me is Nate, then Nick, then Matt. Chris scotches a little closer to me, leaning over me to take the joint from Nate that they had lit up just a moment ago.

Nate always passes over me during the smoke sessions. He keeps it away from me, not as an ‘Y/n isn’t going to smoke’ thing, but more of a protective brother thing. I have asthma, and I’m a minor. Nate’s just looking out for me.

Chris blows the smoke out from his lungs in the opposite direction as me. He hands the joint back to Nate. “Is anyone else hungry?” Chris asks as smoke flows out past his lips as he talks.

“Yeah.” Nate says as he passes the blunt to Nick.

Chris jumps off the fence. Matt follows, doing the same. Chris stands in front of me. “What help?” He asks me.

Before I can say anything Nate jumps down. He takes my hand and helps me down off the fence. Chris steps back and shoves his hands in his pockets.

Nick finishes the blunt and throws it on the ground, stomping on it. Chris puts an arm around my shoulders. “Did you have a preference where we eat?” He asks me.

I shake my head, looking down to hide the blush on my cheeks from anyone’s view. Chris lowers his arm from me as we walk to Matt’s car.

Chris opens the door for me and I get into the backseat. Nate and Nick pile in behind me. Chris gets into the passenger side and Matt in the drivers side.

“Where are we going?” Matt asks as he begins to drive.

“Anywheres good with me.” Nate says.

“I could go for a burger.” Chris says. “What do you think, y/n?”

I shrug. “Yeah.”

Matt pulls into a burger place drive through.

“Do you just want your usual?” Nate asks me. Like he even had to ask that, he knows I’ve never changed my order at any restaurant since my first visit to any of them.

“Yeah.” I say and nod.

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Matt had found a place to park in the parking lot of the mall closest to the burger place. After eating, which we all got out of the crowded van to do, we sat on the cement ground talking once again.

The sun had already set and the air was getting colder. I didn’t bring a jacket, it’s summer and I didn’t think we’d be out for so long. But when Chris saw me shiver just once-

“Hey,” he whispers to me. I look at him and he’s holding out the flannel he was just wearing.

“Hm?” I look at him. He opens it up for me to put on. “I-I’m okay.” I shake my head. Chris laughs softly and drapes the flannel over my shoulders. “What about you, you’re just in a tank top now.” I whisper back to him.

“I guess I’ll just have to hold you close.” He shrugs and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him.

I look away from him, my face down as I bite my lip where no one can see my blush. I fiddle with the hem of the flannel as I listen to their conversation, Chris joining back in as if he never had his attention on anything else.

Their conversation goes on, seemingly no one notices Chris’s flannel on me or his arm around me. I try to ignore it myself. But after what feels like forever, when I was finally getting comfortable, Nate notices.

“Are you cold?” Nate asks me. My head snaps up.

I stammer for a second before shaking my head.

“Well not anymore, I can see that.” Nate says as he gets up and sits by me, pulling me to him instead of Chris. Nate looks at Chris as he notices the flannel. “You’re not cold?” He asks Chris.

“Nah, I’m fine.” Chris says.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were cold?” Nate asks me.

“I- I wasn’t. Chris just-“

“Ah, I got a text from mom.” Matt says. “She wants us home. I’ll drop you guys off, come on.” He gets up.

I stand up, taking off Chris’s flannel to give back to him but he presses his hand to my back to stop me.

“You’re good, don’t take it off.” He whispers to me so Nate doesn’t hear.

I stop and get into the back of the van with Nate and Nick. Nate holds a clenched jaw the whole time on the way home. I stare at my hands, silent.

Matt parks in our driveway, and Nate and I get out. Before I could even think of it, Nate pulls the flannel off my shoulders and hands it to Chris.

Nate waves goodbye to his friends as Matt pulls out of the drive way. As soon as they’re out of sight he drops his hand and looks at me.

“Did you ask for his flannel?” He asks. I shake my head. “He just gave it to you?” He asks and I nod. Nate’s jaw clenches again and walks inside the house. I run behind him to keep up.

“Are you mad?” I ask.

“Not at you, don’t worry.” Nate says as he closes the door behind me. He turns around to look at me. “I told you, don’t fall for any of his tricks. Chris’s isn’t a dating guy, he’s a hook up guy. I know you, I know him.” Nate puts his hand on my shoulder. “He’s not looking at you as someone to be with, you know that don’t you?”

I nod.

“Good.” Nate takes his hand off my shoulder and starts to head up the stairs. “I think mom’s asleep.” He whispers.

I creep up the stairs silently and get to my bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as I can. I collapse on my bed, burying my face in my pillow.

I understand Nate is my older brother, and is just trying to keep me safe, whatever that applies to in his eyes. But sometimes I wish he understood. I don’t need an older brother watching my every move.

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[love-fictional-ppl]

OH MY LORD PLEASE DO MORE ABOUT STONER BAKUSQUAD THAT WAS 'mwah' chefs kiss

xoxoxooxox thank you sm if you do xoxooxox

Omgg yesss I love stoner bakusquad. Tyy for the request loveeee

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Part 2 of this

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Summary: reader and quirkless au!Bakusquad are stoners

Pairings: platonic!katsuki bakugou x gn!bisexual!reader, platonic!Eijiro Kirishima x gn!bi!reader, platonic!pan!Denki Kaminari x gn!bi!reader, platonic!plug!hanta sero x gn!bi!reader, platonic!bi!mina ashido x gn!bi!reader, Eijiro Kirishima x bi!mina ashido, past!Hanta sero x bi!mina ashido, pan!Denki Kaminari x bi!plug!hitoshi Shinso

Warnings: language, Marijuana duh, vaping, alcohol, making out, shrooms, OF, masturbation, etc.

A/n: I was personally geeked writing part 1, so I forgot to actually include the vaping part lol. If you don’t know who Harold and kumar are, watch the movies.

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Ok so to start off, Sero’s day/night Job is deejaying. He’s actually really good at it. A lot of people would think this job would go to Denki but nope.

Speaking of Denki, he actually is a streamer. He reacts to people’s videos and plays horror games. He plays a lot of Roblox too.

Bakugou likes Sam & Colby. He’s liked them since trap boys. Honestly his favorite trap boy is Corey tho.

When Mina drinks she gets the spins really bad and throws up. Every single time. Without hesitation.

Denki cries sometimes when he’s drunk.

Kirishima greened out at the first smoke sesh.

Mina is seriously super horny when she messed up. She even convinced bakugou to make out with her while he was super stoned

Denki started vaping when you guys were in sophomore year, he eventually put u all on.

Bakugou had to bail Sero out of jail once, Sero was pulled over while he was making a delivery

Mina makes Kirishima take her to concerts, he trip sits her while she takes shrooms

Sero likes to watch cartoon network and adult swim when he’s stoned

Eventually, Shinso and Denki get together. You all excepted Shinso practically immediately, and invited him to the smoke seshs

Mina buys pink joint papers. The guys hate when she rolls up with them, except for Denki he loves them<3

Mina has an only fans. She isn’t embarrassed by it either. Denki has also watched her videos while jerking off

During smoke sesh’s you guys like to watch South Park. Sero likes to laugh and compare bakugou to cartman.

Sero has a unhealthy amount of bongs

Kirishima is the designated driver for after the hangouts. Whoever doesn’t just sleepover, he gives a ride.

Kirishima always makes a crap ton of snack when him and Mina host. Mina doesn’t like hosting tho.

Depending on how high bakugou is, he will let you play with his hair. It’s actually so soft.

Denki and Sero almost got kidnapped by Sero’s plug one time. It was Denki’s fault, he tried to still the guy’s knife.

Sero loves Shinso’s cat especially when he’s stoned he says he’s the group scooby doo. Shinso is forced to bring muffins(the cat) every time

Shinso also sells weed so Sero claims they’re competitors

Denki is so girly with his vapes it’s funny. Like this boy will kill for a minty Hyde. He also always has to tear apart his bed just to find the shit.

I think everybody agree and say bakugou and kirishima drink whiskey. Grown ahh ahh men💀

Bakugou literally will catnap when he is baked. He likes to sleep with his head on your thighs

Kirishima always brings blunt wraps since you and Denki always forgets to buy them. Baby boy kiri is a angel🥹😇

Reach in Sero’s couch cushions and you will find a kingdom of lighters

Denki says him and Sero are Harold And Kumar. Denki and you love those movies.

Sero’s kitchen is stocked on all your favorite foods and drinks.

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Not Proofread!

[sweetvirgin]

i’m sexy so he nervous — takuma ino. wc 2.6k~

feel free to black!reader insert, ur name will be ‘egypt’ though (lol). suggestive. takuma is a dealer. they smoking weed, both are 21+ & yes, yet another friends to lovers ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 💋

“why you always wearing a beanie?”

takuma looked at egypt with his eyebrows raised, two hands holding a wood horizontally as he moistened the brown leaf. then when what she asked registered, he pulled the leaf from his lips, shaping the soon-to-be blunt.

“oh,” he muttered once her question registered. then he returned his eyes to his rolling tray and began assorting the crumbled plant into his wet leaf canoe.

“it’s actually not a beanie,” he corrected as he used an old gift card to scoop the weed up. “it’s a mask.” he dumped the contents into the blunt.

egypt playfully rolled her eyes. “well, why you always wearing a mask?”

takuma smirked as he pearled. egypt couldn’t lie, seeing a nigga perfectly roll was attractive, even though she didn’t really smoke like that — definitely not blunts. she cool with her joints. so maybe that’s where her fascination came from. he did it so smoothly, no clumsiness. egypt liked that. egypt liked the way he rolled. sure, she knew she and takuma were friends; that didn’t mean she couldn’t look.

so she looked a lot, actually. when he rolled, when he played video games, when he skated. the way he held on to the steering wheel with one hand. the way he sat with his legs a bit spread. the way he always hid his figure behind large, baggy black clothes. mmmhm. but she always was so unassuming about it. he never noticed her doing so. granted, he was a bit oblivious in general.

he located a lighter, smirk still on his lips, and flicked it. “gotta be ready,” he teased, dragging the small flame along the body of the blunt.

her thin y2k-inspired eyebrows furrowed. “ready for what?”

takuma inspected the dryness. in his opinion, it could dry a little longer. so he brought the lighter back up and flicked the light, proceeding in running it along the leaf.

“for when i stick people up,” he replied cooly, then made a gun with his hand and made little pew pew sounds.

egypt made the straightest face ever despite her amusement at his joke. yeah sure, takuma dealt a bit as a side hustle. he absolutely stayed with it and he absolutely could shoot — his sweet, playful demeanor made it seem he was one to play with and he really wasn’t, so he dared somebody to test him.

but he wouldn’t be the type to rob folk. even if he had a personal vendetta against them. he’s not robbing, he’s not shooting at them. he was kinda old school — he’d rather scrap about it then walk away. so she knew he was just playing around.

“seriously,” she deadpanned. “i wanna know. i don’t think i ever seen you with your bean— mask off.”

then she plopped beside him on his bed as he rolled. “i finished rolling your joint, by the way,” he added in.

egypt’s eyes sparkled, she ain’t even notice! considering she sucked at rolling, she gleefully plucked the rose joint from his rolling tray. he specifically bought the rose joints for her — he personally thought they smoked decent. but he was a blunt guy through and through.

“yeah, i don’t know. i’m so used to it being on, i feel kinda naked without it,” he answered with a shrug and a shy smile. he checked if the blunt was still moist by lightly sliding his fingers along its surface. optimal dryness. takuma reached for the lighter beside him and immediately lit. when he was done, he passed the lighter to egypt.

she accepted it and hummed thoughtfully, bringing her rose joint up to her lips and lighting it. then she inhaled. she loved her way the petals tasted. exhale.

“would you take it off for me?” she leaned back on his bed, using her right forearm to prop her weight on. then she swung her legs off the edge of the mattress. she smiled sweetly, trying to sway him with her doll-like eyes.

takuma intended to give her a side-eye, but his gaze couldn’t help itself. his eyes flickered down to her body. he knew his friend was a very desirable woman, but that cheetah print tube top and her low rise jeans were so… ahhh. and her waist was so… ahhh. she had a little ring through both the top and bottom of her bellybutton. it was like a sexy ass constellation. ahhh.

he was unsure what lotion or body oil she used, but it always left behind a sheer glittery shimmer on her skin which popped on her deep complexion and the fragrance was so sweet and warm. if he didn’t have home training, he would’ve been barking like a dog. but his mama taught him how to act around pretty women, so when he got around one, he never acted like he hadn’t. don’t nothing put a baddie off like that.

so he tried to ignore it, but egypt wasn’t an idiot. she knew that he was ogling. she didn’t particularly mind though. he was respectfully quiet about it, so she allowed it. she didn’t blame him. after all, she was so fine. and she liked it as well.

she acted oblivious though, flipping her long braids over her shoulder. this movement caused him to realize he was staring — through a side eye — and his eyes raised to catch hers. she looked coy.

he redirected his attention to his rolling tray. “yeah. go ahead, take it off of me,” he muttered, feeling timid.

she couldn’t hide her giddy smile as she ashed her joint on the rolling tray and scooted closer to him. she raised her manicured hand up to gently pull the beanie-looking mask from his head. then she marveled at him as his hair fell in place. he felt his cheeks grow hot at the proximity and her admiration.

she set the beanie behind them both, not once breaking her eyes from his unveiled hair. “can i touch it?”

he relit the blunt and inhaled from it. “yeah.”

she ran her fingers through his dark brown hair. takuma was wasian — half japanese, half white. even though his hair color probably came from his brunette white parent, his texture most definitely came from his japanese parent. it was so thick, so strong, so soft. he was already cute, but him with his hair down? he was fine. she saw the potential even if he didn’t.

“you look good,” egypt complimented softly, still styling his hair with her fingers.

takuma’s breath hitched when he felt her fingers brush the nape of his neck. “t-thank you,” he replied, his shoulders raising from tension.

she sat close to him before, but in that tube top and her silage enveloping him… he felt a little more fidgety than usual.

her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes lowered to the side of his face. “why you flinching?” she inquired. he didn’t respond, he just put his rolling tray on his nightstand and squirmed.

then, a realization dawned on her. she fought the urge to giggle once she connected the dots. of course! it only made sense!

he nervous ‘cause she sexy! it made perfect sense. she loved when guys acted like aliens next to bad bitches. it was cute. he was cute. so she wanted to play a little bit — they flirted here and there in the past, but egypt never explicitly let takuma know what was up with her. now was a good time, considering he was helping himself to admiring her figure.

egypt got a little closer. her shoulder brushed his. with a little smile, she spoke with a lower, breathier murmur. her eyes never left the side of his head, but he kept his eyes forward like a racehorse with blinders.

“am i making you nervous, ‘kuma?” then she brushed some of his hair behind his ear.

takuma’s heart skipped a beat. he was going to lie, but that’d be so embarrassingly obvious. so he just responded honestly as he twirled the blunt in his fingertips, needing stimulation. looking sheepish, he nodded. “y-yeah, a little bit,”

“why? it’s just me,” she cooed, feigning oblivion.

he hummed, hurriedly lighting his blunt to take some of the nerves away. “yeah, b-but you’re so close…” he inhaled. exhale.

“what’s wrong with that?” her voice was so hard to listen to like this. she already had such an attractive accent. but when it was low like that and all whispery, it made the hairs on his neck stand up. “do you want me to back up?”

“no, you can stay,” he offered, cheeks still hot. “but like… not to be weird, but you’re just so pretty and you smell so good,” he admitted timidly. “you sound so good.”

she pushed herself closer to him. “why would it be weird?”

“‘cause we’re friends,” he retorted, somewhat innocently.

twirling one of his tendrils around her index finger, egypt shrugged. “you can think your friend is pretty. and smells good. and sounds good. there ain’t no rule against that.” she began caressing his head.

“yeah…” he agreed, inhaling again. “i just don’t know how to take it.” with his words, smoke fell from his pink lips. her eyes flickered down.

“take it however you want to,” she suggested. then she stood up and removed herself from him. the little dip in the bed filled out, and takuma found himself wanting her close again. he watched her saunter over to his nightstand and pick the rose joint up. she turned around and plucked the lighter from his frozen hands. he didn’t realize he was so stunned by what happened that he just… stopped moving.

she lit the joint. “thank you,” then she slid the lighter back in his hand.

“oh man. she’s good at this,” takuma thought to himself as egypt settled back into the same leaned-back position she was in before she began teasing him.

she was so pretty when she smoked. her brown-lined glossy lips wrapped around the end, and she sucked, which illuminated the other end of the joint. she removed the joint from her lips, held the smoke for a few seconds, then exhaled. smoke surrounded them.

she had an eased expression with her incoming high. “so how do you want to take it, ‘kuma?”

his eyes widened and he stiffened. it was easy to mindlessly flirt in passing, but when it felt so direct and personal, he became subdued. he wanted to do some real nasty shit. but he didn’t want to say that, it would be too forward. instead, he preferred for her to take control.

“h-however you want to, i guess,” is what he stammered out.

she had a twinkle in her eye as she took another hit. “come on, baby. use your words.” she adjusted herself on the bed, now laying on her side and facing him. she was like a panther, having her prey right where she wanted him before she pounced.

to be honest, he wanted to kiss her. he really wanted to kiss her. he thought about it a few times, wondering what lips so glossy and thick would feel like against his. he imagined how his hands would settle above her hips as she straddled him. he saw her dance before — her waistline was insane. so he also pondered how fluid she would grind into him. she had such an effortlessly seductive aura, takuma was a bit shocked she was even entertaining him. he was a bit dorky, he ain’t know what to do with allat! he wasn’t going to act like he did. but she asked so…

“well…” he began, setting the lighter down so he could rub the back of his neck. “i kinda want to kiss you.”

her eyebrow quirked up. “do you kinda want to, or do you just want to?”

“she’s really good at this,” he thought to himself. “she’s going to make me spell it out.” then he cleared his throat.

“i want to kiss you.”

she looked at him with low-lidded eyes and picked the lighter up from where he left it. her dark chocolate eyes scanned him as she did a quick one over, taking in his body language and his expression. he was so awkward, bracing himself for rejection but still anticipating her approval. she smiled to this. she loved how her weed-dealing, gun-toting, stoner friend was tamed into a fidgeting, blushing mess.

“come here,” she commanded softly before she drew smoke from the rose joint. he obliged, scooting closer. since her lungs were full, she only indicated with a twitch of her finger than he come closer. he, again, obeyed.

egypt wrapped a hand behind his neck to bring him face-to-face with her. then her fingers moved from his neck to his jaw, and she gently squeezed. assuming she was telling him to open his mouth, he did as instructed. then sge neared him, placing her lips right in front of his. his whole body was on fire as he could feel the ghost of her mouth against his. she was so close, but so far.

parting her lips, she slowly blew the rose-flavored smoke into his mouth. his eyes widened, but he didn’t waste a bit of it. “oh, so it’s like that?” he thought as he felt his lungs fill with her essence. he felt so slutted out, buttt… he couldn’t say he minded.

finally, egypt sealed the smoke in his lungs with a kiss. he froze at the initial contact, then melted into her softness. she returned her free hand to the nape of his neck as she pulled him closer, pressing her chest to his.

then she pulled away as he dazedly pushed the smoke from his lungs. what a tease. a cherry-colored shimmer was left on his lips, matching his flushed cheeks. the kiss lasted no longer than five seconds, but he was ridiculously turned on. egypt knew because her own core throbbed. she looked at him smugly and set her joint down in the rolling tray.

“how was it?” egypt questioned. but from his deer-in-headlights look, she knew she had him.

kissing her was like staring into the sun. her lips were so soft, with a subtle fruity flavor. she didn’t add any tongue, but she didn’t need to — just the pressure of her lips against his had his hands frozen at his sides. takuma had kissed people before, but with her, he forgot all motor functions. he almost forgot how to kiss, then he realized he wanted to impress her so he put that work in.

takuma blinked a few times. “so good…” he muttered.

“mm,” she hummed, flipping her braids over her shoulder. a few moments of silence passed as they both processed what happened. she enjoyed kissing him — at first, he was too stunned to kiss back. but once the initial shock wore off, he reciprocated her slow, deep movements. it felt like a french kiss without the tongue. so simple, but so intimate. she had to pull away because she felt herself getting wet. and yet, she regretted removing herself from him. he felt so good, egypt knew she wanted to kiss his little shy ass at least one more time. and this time? with a lot of tongue and spit.

biting her lip, egypt looked away from him and began tracing patterns into his bed. “…do you wanna do it again?” asking for herself.

still dazed, takuma’s head bobbed slowly. “mhm.”

to this, her darkened eyes settled on him. she sat up, tucking her feet underneath her bum before leaning forward. feeling the bed shift under her weight, takuma turned his head to watch her inquisitively. then their gazes met.

not once breaking eye contact, egypt pushed her braids back behind her head. she smiled a sweet smile. “then come and kiss me, boy.”

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[buncatz]

stv as stoners:

paring : ot13 svt x reader

genere : crack , fluff

warning: obvius mentions of 🍃🍃, talking to animals/plants, mention of food, spacing out, different forms of consuming, ghibli films (mentioned one time) and i think that's it !

seungchol (scoups): blunt energy, looks like he is the most resistant one but after one blunt he is more than fine, he gets soo cuddly and will pout if you don't give him what he wants, so expect a lot of kisses and cuddles with him, also is the designated roller

jeonghan: weed infused brownies are his thing, gets high easily, eyes easily gets red so he always brings his eye drops, becomes more menace than usual and will tease you for your red eyes (even though he is worse than you), but also becomes a cuddly baby, after all he just loves teasing and cuddling

joshua: has a pipe definitely, just zones outs and stares at some plant and starts talking with it almost the same as when he is talking to himself , he becomes more relaxed but also will laugh at everything you say, probably gets lost in your eyes bc he is spacing out thinking about your beauty

jun: pipe guy N2, cuddles with him are a must, always finding a way to kiss you even when he is talking, and talking abt that, he wants and will talk to anyone and everything, it's actually so funny bc he is telling the most random things at Doljjong like that one time you both got so high while watching ghibli that you started thinking that you were in a ghibli film

hoshi: mini bong guy, he likes to fill his lungs with smoke and just coughs until his eyes are watery, sm munchies so expect a full banquet to bye in 10 minutes, laughs at everything but he gets so relaxed he ended up falling asleep ( like in that TTT 2021 )

wonwoo: joint guy, he is spacing out, he will stare and space out, later on he just laughs at everything and subconsciously tries to get closer to you, after a while he ends up being a cuddly cat and will be your pressure blanket

woozi: also a joint guy, loves to smoke in his studio and create silly music, he lets you make the joint but most of the times it's him, will also space out bc he is mesmerised with his galaxy theme lights and you both ended up in his couch cuddling and listening to his new song

dokyeom: down for anything but mostly gets high with bong or joint, laughs at everything and anything, he gets more creative with his jokes and its more funny than usual ( yeah he can be more funny) will get SUPER CLINGY like expect being wrapped in his arms and kisses most of the time

mingyu: he is THE bong guy, gets sm munchies so he always brings something to eat, becomes the clingiest mf, always smiling like an idiot to you, also will end up falling asleep while telling you why he loves you sm (you give him the last bite)

the8: TEA 👏 INFUSED 👏WEED, he becomes one with the earth, he is so zoned out or becomes the most creative person and will talk with plant (like joshua) bc he thinks he can talk to them

seungkwan: pipe guy also, he gets more funnier and more talkative, probably doesn't realise that he is ranting and you have to shut him up with a kiss and he gets so flustered

vernon: joint, he is the most talkative when he is high, but he just rants about anything that it's in his mind like he watched sherck 2 before you guys got high? then just expect him talking about the whole movie saga over and over

dino: down for everything and i mean everything, he is the most creative one (he just says shit) he would say anything that comes in his head, he is more cuddly randomly and will pout if you don't give him a hug

[this is my first post so don't judge me so badly]

[bitterchocoo]

Ok so, I saw the Welt oneshot you did and like

Pls

I need a continuation, it's a necessity at this point aismsodmdjd, I love it so much, the pain, the anguish everything was so good buaaaaaaaaaa

The Other "You"

Part One | Part two (You're here)

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Welt Yang | M. Reader

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"I feel like... I'm seeing a ghost.."

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[Name] only sigh as he sees the stacks of paperwork on his desk, he needs to finish them and fast if he wants to take his naps. Poor guy has been doing all-nighters for how many weeks now? He can't remember. The arrival of the Nameless didn't made it easier either as his necessary work just doubles the amount from what it originally was! He needs his sleep for Aeon's sake!

And that one guy, Welt Yang was it? He seems to have make it his personal mission to bug him acting like a child who wants his attention. What's his deal? Aren't they here for Her Excellency?

Either way he'll just ignore him if it get's too much.

But given the man's gentle, kind, and intellectual aura and mannerisms... [Name] can't exactly ignore him for too long.. there's just something about him that pulls him towards the seemingly old man. He even somehow knew what tea he usually drinks as he gave him some when he once said that he ran out of them in his office, [Name] didn't even think for a second that Welt would remember something as trivial as 'running out of tea.'

[Name] brush it off as a coincidence after all it's just tea, there's no harm in it. Plus it's quite endearing to have someone remember your preferences. But as time passes [Name] began to see a pattern. How the hell does this man knew so much about him!? Heck! He even brought [Name] his favorite dessert to enjoy for during his afternoon tea! How does he do that?! It's almost like he knew him for years, despite the fact they just met a few days ago.

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Even though this is the other "him." Welt felt relief at the sight of [Name] being healthy and well. Still as blunt and stubborn as always, and he's Her Excellency's right hand? It's good to know he's been doing well in this universe.

Welt's heart skips a beat every time he notices that [Name] has the same habits of the one he knew and loved.

Like how he visibly shows disgust when he has to repeat himself yet again, how he would rather read novels than reading his own paperwork, how he won't hesitate to call someone out and calling them "dumb" or "stupid."

Aeons! It's like he's back with him again!

Then there's one that he noticed that made his heart nearly burst from his chest, this [Name] also collects things from trinkets to ball-jointed dolls.

This gave him an idea.

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"Huh?" [Name] blinked twice, looking at Welt's gift in disbelief. Wha... What..? And most importantly how?

Welt had given him an awfully specific gift.

A ball-jointed doll of a little boy with indigo hair and blue eyes.

Who is he? He doesn't seem like a character from a comic or anything that he knew of. So who is he? Welt had told him that his name is Joyce. But who in Aeons name is Joyce?

But even so... Joyce ended up being his favorite as he took care of it as best as he could given his tight schedule. He's treating the doll as if he's his own flesh and blood. [Name] can't help it. It's almost like an instinct for him, a gravitational pull.

Why? Why is he acting like this? Sure yes he took care of his dolls, but he does so because he doesn't want them to be broken or messed up.

But why does he care for Joyce so much?

The question itself drove him mad which led to [Name] just stopped thinking about it any longer to avoid headaches and a potential identity crisis. The Stellaron crisis is already enough of a headache [Name] doesn't need anything else to worry about.

He goes to place the doll on his shelf before a raging headache consumes him like a strong wave in the ocean.

"Ack!" [Name] puts a hand on his forehead and the other on the shelf for support.

"Don't you want to?"

"No."

"Come on~ we can give you everything~"

"Trust us."

"Let us in."

"We can give you the power to protect her."

"We can tell you the truth."

"Just let us in."

"SHUT UP!!"

[Name] yelled at the top of his lungs as his grip on the shelf tightens ever so slightly. He took a few steps back and placed both of his hands on his face, stumbling with his steps. Shaken by the voices in his head. The voices of them. The voices of the—

He was cut off by the sound of knocking from his door. Taking deep breaths he straightened himself and made sure he was presentable before clearing his throat and saying. "Come in."

A guard entered his office, closing the door behind him he stood there and gave a bow as a sign of respect to his superior before delivering a message. "Sir, Her Excellency had requested your presence in her chamber."

[Name]'s eyes widened by a split-second before going back to a neutral one. "I see. Thank you, you may leave." The moment the guard left [Name] let out a sigh he tries to calm himself down from his previous outburst, having Her Excellency witness him in such a state is unforgivable after all. She deserve nothing less than the best.

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Her chamber is quite spacious, one that could be mistaken as a drawing room. But even so, Her Excellency have kept it practical only having the necessities and refusing to fill it with anything else other than that.

Entering the room, he was greeted by a young lady sitting on her chair as she looked outside of her window with a somber look, leaving her now cold tea on the table to her right. Seeing the look on her face, the tall man approach the other before kneeling in front of her, he said. "Your Excellency, you have requested my presence. Is there something of your concerns?"

The woman turns her head towards the voice, she lets out a sigh and shook her head, this did not manage to convince him. After all, he is her right hand, he knows his Lady like an open book. "Your Excellency... if something is bothering you, please I beg you to tell me."

She stayed silent for a moment before speaking in a soft and gentle voice that's only above a whisper. "It's nothing, [Name], and haven't I told you countless of times? Please.. call me Christine, you don't have to address me in such a formal way.." [Name] doesn't like that. He doesn't like having Her Exce—Christine—leaving him in the dark like that. Can't she see he cares for her deeply? Can't she see how softer he is when he's with her and only her? Can't she see how willingly he sacrifice everything for her?

"Christine.." He began in a somber tone, his expression softens ever so slightly.

'I know it hurts.. watching your people suffer like that.. but you don't have to suffer anymore... for I won't allow it.' He thought to himself as he gently hold her hand. 'I'll do anything to ensure that tears won't fall from those eyes.' He takes her hand and bring it close to his lips and kiss the back of her hand. 'I promise you that... My Christine..'

'Even if it means accepting their proposal. I'll do it.' His eyes darken at the thought. 'The Stellaron's proposal.'

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Shame.. It seems this "[Name]" has other plans in mind. Interesting is it not? The previously cold man is now someone that's obsessed with another in this world.

If only it's with him. Then he might get his happy ending.

What do you say?

Should he have his happy ending? Or should he "lose" his love once more? Be it by death.. Or by his heart that belongs to someone else..

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[loumybeloved]

i’ve got a taste for you

-someone asked. i had to deliver in any way i could. takes place after Farleigh embarrassed him in karaoke, like imagine if Oliver stormed out instead.

(tags: shotgunning, weed is Smoked, making out??, 3rd person)

a/n: this is kinda short sorry, i’m not the best writer ever, so if u have any constructive criticism or suggestions for my writing i’d love to hear it! thank u :P

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Oliver walked out to the backyard of the home, still embarrassed from the stunt Farleigh pulled inside from karaoke. His cheeks burn red as he plops down on a lawn chair, covering his face with his hands as he hears someone shout his name. He knows that voice anywhere.

“Oli! There you are, lad, are you okay?” Felix’s brow furrows in the way it does when he’s worried, the tips of the brow curling up a little. What a beautiful sight for the boy. Felix takes a seat next to him, not before pushing the other lawn chair closer to his.

“It’s embarrassing,” Oliver starts. “You know I don’t really feel that way about you guys, right?”

“Of course you don’t, Oli,” Felix falters a bit, making the smaller boy worry that he’s fucked everything up. Felix reaches into the back pocket of his trousers, pulling out a cigarette box and opens it. He pulls out a rolled cigarette.

No, a joint.

This makes Oliver gulp. He’s never smoked weed before, he knows Felix has before with his friends, he’s seen it happen.

“I was thinking, y’know, maybe you’d wanna let loose a little,” He smirks at Oliver’s nervous look as he eyes the joint. “I won’t force you, but the offers up.”

“No- I mean, yeah- yeah, I’d like to, um, smoke with you, I mean.” The other boy lets out a lighthearted chuckle at his shy nervousness. It’s so damn cute.

“Well, let’s spark up, shall we!” Felix claps his hands together with a big goofy grin spread on his face, pulling out a lighter and lighting the joint with the gentle orange flame. The smell instantly hits Oliver across the face, straight into his nostrils. Felix takes the first hit and passes it to Oliver.

He stares at the joint for a second and hesitantly takes it and puts it up to his mouth. The smoke billows inside his lungs, he blows the smoke out with a cough. Still coughing, he passes it back to Felix who has an amused look on his face. Then, it turns curious as he eyeballs the blunt between his nimble fingers.

“Do you know how to shotgun, Oli?” His eyes finally reach the smaller boy’s who has a look of surprise. “Y’know, like, the smoke?”

“Oh, um, no, i’ve never tried it,” He already feels the buzz rattling in his brain and with the way Felix takes the joint and puts it up to his lips and sucks in a big gust of smoke, he feels like it’s more than just a weed buzz.

“How about I teach you, yeah?” Felix now sits facing his friend, criss crossing his long legs. Their knees are touching and Oliver feels his face heat up again. How embarrassing that he is affected this badly just from a little contact, he feels almost ashamed to feel this way about his friend, but then Felix leans in close to Oliver’s face and his brain all of a sudden shuts off like a switch was flipped. Felix cradles his jaw lightly, examining the boy’s features then his wandering eyes land on his lips. Heat rises up again. Felix’s thumb gently presses on his bottom lip.

“Open, please.” He says in the quietest voice, like if he talks too loud the atmosphere will shatter into tiny pieces.

And Oliver does. He lets out a shaky breath as he slowly parts his plush lips. It happens almost quickly. Felix leans in and their lips brush slightly, sending shockwaves through their bodies like a cliché. Smoke fills up his mouth and he inhales every last drop just to make Felix proud of him for doing it right. Felix moves his face away from Oliver’s as he blows out the smoke, both of them stunned at the intimate moment.

“Did I do it right?” Oliver breaks the short silence with a whisper.

“Yeah,” Felix clears his throat. “I think you did perfect.”

Oliver smiles and then he gets an idea. “Can I try? On- on you, i mean?” Oliver swears he could he stars flashing before his eyes at the anticipation to be able to do it again.

“Of course you can, love.”

Oliver smiles a big smile and takes a hit off the blunt that’s now almost dying out. He moves his face close to Felix’s, mirroring what he did before. Cradling his jaw lightly and even examining the beautiful boy before him. And by God, was he beautiful. Felix parts his lips for Oliver and he leans in to blow the smoke into his mouth.

“Good job.” Oliver says in a light whisper and then he does it. He kisses Felix. He expects the boy to pull back, disgusted by his actions and tell him to leave and never come back.

He doesn’t though, he blows the smoke through his nose and presses his lips harder against Oliver’s. He feels on cloud nine, his lips taste of liquor and weed and Oliver absolutely relishes in it. He drinks up every last drop he can of Felix before this moment is gone. Their lips part and tongues glide against the other like they are thirsty for more. Felix is the first to pull away.

“That was..” He lifts his hand up to run it through his hair. “Electric.”

Oliver giggles like a boy in love, his thumb caressing the boy’s cheek. “Should we spark up another?”

Felix smiles a big goofy grin and pulls out his cigarette box for more.

[yeastinfectionvale]

Diggia stared at the back on the man in front of him, on his hand and knees. They were on one of the connected hotel rooms, the door to the other wide open.

He pressed his palm down on his smooth back, eyes flicking up to see Enea leaning against the wall watching him. "When you said you had a guy ready to be a third I didn't think you meant your boss." Diggia huffed, three fingers running down Uccio's spine. "He's not my boss."

Uccio stuck his head up to look at Enea, panting slightly at the idea of being so vulnerable. "Fine, when you said you had a third I didn't think you were talking about Uccio fucking Salucci." Enea said, completely ignoring Uccio to cup Diggia's face and kiss him softly.

Uccio watched Diggia palm Enea's chest, one of Enea's hands resting on his thigh the other tangled in Diggia's hair. It was an intimate scene, one Uccio knew he wasn't a part of. Diggia pulled away from Enea, tying something over Uccio's eyes. That made all the blood rush between his legs, the idea that he was just a toy to them and nothing more. It wasn't like the times he had caught Vale and Marc together, the thrill of hiding behind the door of the next room, a hand down his trousers and the other over his mouth.

Here he was on display, naked and blindfolded while eyes roamed over him, discussing his usefulness to their pleasure as if he wasn't even there. Here he was just there to please, and maybe even better pleased. Uccio was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a zipper opening. His mind started to race as someone stood in front of his and someone behind.

Enea stood behind Uccio, his dick in his hand as he slid a condom on and pumped himself. It was the first time he had even considered Uccio sexually. The older man wasn't the easiest on the eye, not did he have a captivating personality but he was a willing body. Enea looked up at Diggia, watching him pump himself to the same speed. Diggia caught his eye and winked before leaning over, Uccio's face squashed into the joint of his thigh. Diggia held Enea by the back of his neck, moaning into his mouth as Uccio sucked on the skin on his inner thigh. Diggia pulled away panting as Uccio grinded back against Enea.

There was a look of urgent shared between the younger men as Enea poured some lube into his hand, working it between his fingers as he pressed the tip of his pointed in Uccio's hole, pulling a strangled noise out of him. Diggia laughed, coaxing his dick into Uccio's mouth as Enea inserted his finger fully. It was silent in the room, the only sound being heavy breathing as the began to move. Enea curved his finger as he thrusted it in and out of Uccio, Diggia thrusting into his mouth at a similar pace.

The room filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, of pleasured grunts and muffled moans. Uccio felt a hand reach down and wrap itself around his dick as a second finger was inserted into him. He gagged slightly, opening his mouth wider as the fingers left his hole. They were suddenly replaced with the familiar blunt pain of a cock being pressed against and into him.

Diggia felt himself getting closer to the edge, his head was thrown back as his hips started to stutter. Enea watched him pull out of Uccio's mouth, pumping himself on his face. Enea rested inside Uccio, not moving as he flicked his wrist, Uccio's head dipping down as he tried to thrust himself. It didn't take Diggia long to cum, painting most of Uccio's face white as the older man tried to catch most of it in his mouth. Tongue out, panting Uccio reached his climax, cumming on the sheets without Enea moving his hips.

Uccio shook as Enea moved his hands to rest on his hips, his head pressed into the mattress as Enea began to roll his hips. Uccio clawed the sheets, bundling them up into his hands as Enea set his pace, hard and fast. With each trust came a new sound from the pair of them; airy moans from Enea and high pitched ones from Uccio.

Watching Enea edge closer to climax, Diggia stood up, walking to stand at Enea's side and kneeling down, hands behind his back. Uccio felt the person inside him pull out, leaving him half-hard and used. Enea watched as Diggia pulled the condom off himself, wasting no time to take him in his mouth. Enea held the back of Diggia's head, trusting into him as he chased his orgasm. It came all at once, his ears ringing as he came down Diggia's throat.

Enea let go of Diggia's head, placing a kiss on his forehead as they both stood up on wobbly legs. Diggia threw a blanket over Uccio's body, the blindfold still on his eyes as the pair left to go into the connected hotel room, locking the door behind them.

[alldni]

ranking the ada by how good the blunt rotation is.

number one is kenji. he is a good young man and never touches it which is why he’s the best. other people get really weird when they’re sober around high people and start treating them like little kids. but kenji looks at you like this 😃 carries entire cases of water bottles to you and tells you stories about cows and gardening that would be so fucking boring sober, but are absolutely resplendent when you’re high as fuck. he can one hand carry you to bed too so you don’t have wander through The Fog to curl up in the sheets if you green out. unfortunately the one downside is that if you smoke in front of kenji kunikida puts a gun to your head

two is tanizaki. he’s just so totally chill about it. he owns a beautiful ornate bong that always has crystal clear water. you sit there and smoke and eat fritos the whole time and it’s beautiful. now unfortunately his illusion is super freaky so if he’s high and using his ability you might have a bad time. but also he could make sesame street appear before your eyes and you’d have such a beautiful time.

coming in at number three definitely atsushi. the first time he smokes he is terrified horrified crying shaking sooo nervous but the second time you can tell he did a bunch of research and suddenly he’s like super expert at it. or less that he’s expert and more that he’s so desperate to prove he’s good at it he starts taking furious bong rips so fast you think he’ll die and his ability is probably the only reason he survives. also he becomes insanely hilarious and out of pocket

fukuzawa at four. this experience would be heavenly. you’d feel like an eighty year old lounging on the front porch in the sun. you smoke from a perfectly rolled joint and listen to him share every opinion he has on everyone in the ada or whatever and then he starts showing you pictures of his cats. he has a medical marijuana card for joint pain. he tells you he loves you and starts listing all your strengths and then lovingly explaining in vivid detail how he thinks you can improve.

kunikida at five purely for humor factor i think. in high school he was a super stoner and now he has seven bongs hidden under his bed. if you somehow got him to smoke with you he would manage to, in mere hours, procure the most amazing heavenly fresh weed you’ve ever smoked. you’ve gone to the garden of eden. unfortunately (and the reason why this is number four) he gets high and starts like reading shit from his ideals notebook to you and now you know too much about his ideal woman. and the next day he refuses to look you in the eyes. BUT he would be great at taking care of others while high i think — he’s the guy making sure everyone guzzles water at the sesh

lucy at number 6 for sure. the weed she gives you is so strong so lightning mcqueen quick-hitting so pungent… it’s probably a new strain called rainbow ballzapper4000 that francis bought from an illegal dispensary in america and she’s been waiting for the perfect moment to smoke it. she would end up taking you to her stupid pocket dimension because she would think it’s really really funny but you would feel like you’re trapped in your own personal hell. a mirage of pink and candy lord almighty. and you would be rapidly weakening shriveling up dying while she only gains strength. and you would want to kiss her

naomi at 7. i would rather kill myself than think about this further

number eight definitely yosano like this would be hell. because she would be so beautiful and transcendent and funny and cool and suave while you’re absolutely fucked up with whatever bullshit hopped up illegal strain she just presented you with. and if you started greening out she’d like give you water or whatever but then she would decide the height of comedy is like describing all the ways you could suddenly die in that moment. “did you know you could get vitamin E lung poisoning from smoking carts? do your lungs feels tight right now? 😃” and it would almost seem like she hoped you say yes. however she would actually try to keep your physical well-being in mind and she would make sure you ate and drank and got to bed ok etc

nine dazai. the ninth circle of hell. i would rather smoke with like francis or something than with this guy. dazai hears “smoke sesh” and asks chuuya to procure him weed and chuuya goes to his basement where he has the saddest most shriveled up little plant and he carefully harvests some flower and carefully prepares it and carefully rolls up two joints and kisses them both (in case dazai smokes from them both) and then you smoke this sad weed that barely hits and you sit there and wait to get high and dazai doesn’t even smoke anything. and you’re like dazai what the fuck. and then dazai pulls something out of his pocket and it’s fentanyl laced shit he got from somewhere else and he starts talking about how much he hopes it’ll work. and then he stares wide eyed and pathetic faced at you and starts ranting about how much he hates chuuya. and then he hands you the fent laced weed

last ranpo. if you start greening out he just starts reading you to fucking filth and you’re mentally destroyed for a week.

[roryslut]

tease prt 1-jack x f!reader (use of y/n)

neighbor‼️ you just moved in next door to his parents house with your friends :)

warnings‼️ smoking, (his parents are both dead in this one and doesn’t mention cleo)

jack was dwelling in his empty house. his mother and father had been gone for a while and he was supposed to be over it, but it still felt strange inside the walls.

jack opened the window for a smoke to clear his head and as he was smoking, he noticed a new girl in the window. he wondered who it could be, she was very young which isn’t common for this neighborhood.

he didn’t show much emotion and gave her a small wave when she saw him. she smiled inside her room and walked to open the window.

jack keeps smoking as the new girl looks at him though the window, “hey!”

jack was surprised and intrigued at her forward nature and exhaled his smoke, “hey.”

“i’m glad you put out that cigarette, i didn’t want it to smoke up my room,” she joked followed by a melodic laugh. jack chuckled aswell and he thought it was interesting how she is already laughing and joking with him. he didn’t know exactly how to respond, “yeah, sorry” he shrugged.

“you’re fine.” the girl said grabbing a pre roll from her dresser and holding it up for jack to see, “this is more up my alley,” she states, lighting the blunt between her lips.

jack was a little thrown off at the action, how he was smoking right in front of her before he even knew her name! “are you sure you want to do this, like with me- you just met me…” he states. “what’s the worst that could happen?” she states, “do you have a lighter?” she asks.

jack nods and hands her his lighter through the window. there was a second of silence, and then another second of jack building up the courage to speak. “so what’s your name?” he asks. “Y/N,” she replies, “what’s yours?” “Jack,” he says, “you are the girl who moved in here right?”

“yes,” she nods, “but i’m with some of my girlfriends who help me pay rent.” “like… roommates?” he asked. she nods, “you seem young to have your own roof over your head.” he states. “how young is that?” she laughs and hands him the blunt. “i don’t know, it’s just i thought people my age still get help from their parents.”

Y/N looks down and kind of shook her head, “i’ve been on my own since high school.” she says. “what about you, do you live alone?” he nods.

“i’ve always wondered what that would be like but i think it could get boring.”

“i value my personal time.”

“i like my personal time too, but i also value my friends.” she said with a genuine smile.

“yeah, i’m not big on friends.” jack replies. Y/N smile drops, he didn’t mean for it to sound so rude, he just meant he didn’t have many and hadn’t had many, it seemed like everyone jack trusted betrayed him.

“oh.” Y/N responded, thinking if she should have started a conversation in the first place. “but we don’t need to get into that.” he shrugs off, Y/N finishes the joint and the silence is a little awkward. jack thinks of a way to make her stay, “so do you have a boyfriend?” jack asks with a little smirk.

Y/N smiled, “no, i’ve been single for a while now.”

“wow! i’m shocked, you must have your fair share of guys trying to ask you out though, no?” jack says. she leans on the window sill, “why are you asking all these questions?”

jack blushed and realized he had gotten a little to eager, “i’m just curious, you seem like the type of girl with a line of guys trying to ask her out.”

“well maybe your prediction skills weren’t as great as you thought.” she breathes, “i’ve wanted to but it never worked out with any guys.” she looked at him and he laughed a little feeling a little more confident, “well maybe i could be the lucky guy that you go on a date with…” he smiles.

Y/N smiles but says sarcastically, “hmm… i don’t know if i can fine time…”

“you got a busy schedule, can’t figure out time for me to take you on a date? i’m kinda important you know.” he states.

“oh really?” Y/N says, “well, maybe friday night?”

jack smiled back, “sounds great, i’ll be here 8pm?” Y/N nods. “it all sounds good, thank you for sharing a joint with me but i must be going now.” she said stepping away from the window. “no problem,” he replies, “see you friday.”

part 2 here

[you-can-call-me-fangs]

Illumi Headcannons I Have I Don't Think Many Other People Have

I'm making this post as a way to cope with the fact that I'm having smut writer's block right now, plus it will give my soft/fluff Illumi agenda some love, an agenda you should also have, so enjoy :)

Everyone knows that Killua acts just like a cat but, like, so does Illumi

Some of his cat like traits are just watching you go about your day, following you around the room with his eyes

Not letting you get too close to him or touch him but eventually, over time, as he starts to trust you more, he'll come to you looking for attention

And when he does want attention he'll be all secretive about it and just give you subtle hints, expecting you to figure the rest out yourself

His main subtle hints are looking intently at you from a close distance or fidgeting with your hair or clothes (this man is touch starved I just know it)

If your stroking his hair or touching his face, he'll even do that thing cats do where they rub their face against your hand to get you to pet them again

Brings you little dead things he killed

(That last one was a joke haha...but not really)

Illumi is the one who originally started calling people baka all the time and Killua picked it up from him

He won't say it all loud and in peoples faces like Killua, but he says it under his breath

Illumi is always stating the obvious, especially when other people are expressing emotions

Like, yes sweetie we know that person is mad, he's practically yelling at the top of his lungs, we don't need you to point it out for us (it's kinda cute though)

This is already sort of cannon, but Illumi is a blunt guy who just says what's on his mind without thinking first

The amount of times he's accidentally offended someone because of this-

I feel like Illumi lowkey grew up having the butlers do certain things for him that most people will do themselves, like bathing

Illumi usually has one of the butlers bathe him and wash his hair so he doesn't really know how to do it himself

Not that there's much of special secret formula to washing yourself, but Illumi doesn't understand this, so the first few times you'll have to help him and teach him how

Even if you teach how he'll still need your help from time to time with washing his hair though

Illumi is neurodivergent and I won't be told otherwise

but seriously hear me out

Illumi doesn't like when people touch him at all unless he really knows and trusts them, so it's a pretty high honor

This man will literally dig a hole for himself and climb in it just so nobody will mess with him

My boy really cut himself off from civilization altogether

If you ask him about his pins/nen ability, he will start info dumping everything about it

Illumi stims, mostly when he's nervous or angry

His form of stimming is usually through his hands/fingers

Touching his fingertips together, twirling his finger, picking or fidgeting at things, mostly his clothing or hair, intertwining his fingers, holding his own hands together, bending the joints of his fingers, etc.

Illumi actually has scars all over his body from his "training" you just can't see them too well because of his pale skin and the fact that the scars are pretty old now

It would be easier to run your hands over his body and just feel the scars cause they're that hard to see sometimes

Ask for Illumi's permission first though, he can get pretty sensitive about it

The scars themselves are these smooth, barely raised bumps with a slightly pink-ish hue to each scar, but again, still a rarely noticeable difference in color to the rest of his skin

He also has these tiny cuts on his hands from using his pins so much, kind of like a tailor, you know, someone who sews

I also saw someone say once that Illumi has freckles on his face but he uses makeup to cover them up and I haven't stopped thinking about it

[gojo-inabox]

philosophy (𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘶!𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

You loved hanging out with your friends, but what happens when your friend Eren Jaeger starts bringing around his studious, charming older brother?

Word Count: 5289 words

Warnings: Alcohol consumption/getting drunk, getting high, partying, suggestive NSFW comments (minors dni), Zeke being Zeke, let me know if I missed any warnings.

You absolutely loved your friend group.

The second a giggling Connie and Sasha approached you in your college library asking you if you wanted to help prank your ‘Intro to Physics’ professor for kicking out their friend Eren, you absolutely fell in love with your friends.

They were a diverse group of people with a very interesting dynamic, but they cared. A lot. They were like family, every laugh was from the heart, every smile was genuine, and every goodbye was very temporary. You could forget about all of your troubles with your friends, whether that be going on spontaneous vacations or getting absolutely blasted at one of your houses, it was all perfect.

That is, until Eren decided to bring him along.

Some people, like Mikasa and Armin, had already met the tall, blonde charmer, but up until he began tagging along to your beach trips and smoke seshes, he was like a ghost - no one talked about him or acknowledged him. And it seemed anyone else in the group who had met him didn’t really care to comment.

“So you have an older brother, Eren?” Sasha asked, passing the joint over to Connie, who was nearly half passed out. The room was dim with a purple haze, thanks to Erens mood lighting, and reeked of weed. Your friend group lounged around, on the various pieces of furniture, smoking your weekend away. Eren simply nodded, taking a swig of his drink.

Armin snatched the drink out of Erens hands, rolling his eyes, “Zeke, his half brother. He’s kind of a prick, but hey, so is Eren to be honest.”

“Hey! I am not!” Eren retaliated, pushing Armin off the couch, laughing. “He’s way more of an ass than me. He’s annoying, but he’s family, and he’s cool. I’m sure you’d all like him, his sarcasm and all.”

“You two really must be related huh,” You laughed, taking the blunt connie absentmindedly handed over and walking over to sit next to Jean on the couch opposite of Eren, Mikasa and Armin, “I don’t think I’ve seen him before, definitely haven’t met him. I feel like I’d know.”

Jean snorted, “You don’t wanna meet him.” Eren stared him down, daggers shooting out of his eyes.

“You met him ONCE Jean.” Eren protested, snatching his precious alcoholic beverage back from Armin, “He didn’t even talk to you either!”

“He looked at me weird.” Jean huffed, snatching the blunt from you.

Eren rolled his eyes and turned to you, expression shifting, “I swear he’s cool, he’s definitely a personality but he’s cool. The guys got more one night stands than all of us combined, but that’s cus’ all he cares about is school. He’s only committed to his studies I guess.”

“Gross.” You snorted.

“Hey, he’s cool!” He retaliated, trying to defend his brother.

From that night on, you didn’t think about Zeke whatsoever. Knowing of his existence was merely a piece of information you had gained.

He was a man in your mind who only had a name. You knew not of his face, his features, his personality, his voice, and you didn’t care.

A few weeks went by, that was until Connie had texted you asking if you wanted to study for your ‘Intro to Philosophy’ midterms in the library on the next Wednesday. Despite knowing that the study sesh would most likely be 90% goofing off and 10% actually retaining information, as were the past 3 study seshs, you obliged.

The days went by and Wednesday finally rolled along, and you found yourself late to the library study sesh. Pulling an all-nighter had resulted in a rather solid nap halfway through the day, leaving your friends spamming your phone for your arrival.

With your mind set on finally passing a philosophy test, you got ready and grabbed your bag, making your way out of your apartment and to the aforementioned library.

Entering the library, you beelined it towards the usual table you all sat at, hidden in the back far away from students actually trying to study. As your footsteps quietly approached the back, you noticed a lack of sound the closer you got to the table. Which, of course, is normal in a library, but with Connie and Sasha supposedly being there, you might have well assumed they died.

Turning the corner, the table was in your sights, smiling, you waved at them. Several blank stares lit up at your arrival, “(Y/N)! Finally, honestly we kinda thought maybe your bed consumed you.” Sasha commented, getting up and hugging you.

Your eyes scanned the table, taking a mental roll call, Eren, Jean, Connie and Sasha, but landing dead on a foreign body sitting next to Eren, “(Y/N), this is my brother, Zeke!”

Zeke looked up from the book he had been taking notes in, glancing up at you for a moment, his eyes wandered, scanning you up and down, hesitant to look away. He leaned back and reconnected his eyes with yours, folding his arms over his chest.

There was no formal, not even casual greeting, Zeke just looked you over, nodding to the empty seat next to himself. “So you’re the late one?”

“Well hello to you too, Jaeger senior.” Rolling your eyes, you sling your bag on the back of the chair, sitting down hesitantly.

“Oof. Ouch, I don’t look that old.” Zeke chuckled, picking his pen back up and shifting his attention away from you and back to the book he was writing in. Your eyes automatically rolled.

“So (Y/N), Zeke‘s a senior and he’s majoring in philosophy so I thought he could come along and help us study.” Eren explained, pity smiling as you glanced between him and his brother.

“Yeah so we don’t fail a test for once.” Jean commented, rolling his eyes, twirling his pencil around, leaning back in his chair.

“Hey I’m not failing them, I just don’t want anymore 70’s.”. Sasha inputted, smacking the pencil out of Jean's hand, causing him to almost bust his ass on the rough, gross library carpet.

Jean yelped in protest, immediately smacking his hand against his mouth, eyes darting around, internally praying the librarians wouldn’t kick them out.

Zeke audibly sighed and shifted his eyes to you, imploring “So do they always act like this?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll fit right in.” He did nothing but chuckle, glancing you up and down again.

Now that you had actually taken a moment to look at him up close, you began taking mental note of his features. He only vaguely resembled Eren, though you could definitely tell the two were related one way or another.

His frame was much larger than yours, he must have been a good 6 feet or more. He had pale blonde hair that was parted in the middle, mildly grown out at the top, with a thicker, short cut beard to match. His hair looked soft, you thought. His face was pale, but well suited with a pair of metal framed glasses, sitting on the tip of his nose. His smile was subtle.

He didn’t seem to care about what others thought of his self presentation, but he definitely enjoyed TLC and taking care of himself.

Though, for a lack of better words, he looked cozy. He smelled lightly of cigarettes, vanilla and if your nose was correct, a bit of weed.

There was no denying that the Jaeger genes were strong. Zeke was a sight to behold. You’d be ashamed to admit you weren’t mildly flustered by him.

“Do I have something on my face, (Y/N)?” Zeke commented, voice laced with sarcasm and amusement. His eyes travel to your face, watching you turn bright red.

Shifting the uncomfortable metal library chair away from him grumbling a low “No.”

“Right, I’m sure.” Rolling your eyes at him, Eren wasn’t lying, Zeke was definitely something. Though he was definitely attractive, this was someone who knew he was.

Zeke chuckled at you simply, flipping another page in the thick book he held. The cover was a crimson red, and had a goldish yellow engraving detailing something about Plato, ‘Of course, philosophy.’ You thought. Zeke chuckled, “If you have something to say about my face, say it.”

You snorted, fiddling with your pencil, “Oh whatever, I’m sure you have other girls that can feed your ego”

“Hey, I’m just saying what I see.” Zeke said, sighing, placing a bookmark in the novel sitting it on the table. His eyes were locked on your for a brief moment. The group had gone silent, drawing attention to whatever the hell Zeke was trying to accomplish. Jean and Sasha had stopped whisper fighting on the opposite side of the table, turning to Zeke and yourself.

Sasha looked baffled, well, more disgusted at this point, smacking Connie who finally looked up from his phone, confused.

Eren was bothered. He loved his brother a lot. But he knew how his brother was with relationships and girls, Zeke was scared of commitment, though he never got to know someone enough to even commit.

And to be honest, Eren didn’t care. If Zeke wasn’t searching for something permanent he couldn’t change that, then so be it, as long as the girls he was hooking up with were on the same page.

“Ew, Zeke don’t flirt with (Y/N). You’re so weird.” Jean spat out, rolling his eyes, slapping his pencil back on the table, leaning back.

Zeke narrowed his glare, and scoffed, “Who said I was, Jean?”

Jean nearly choked on his spit, God did he hate this guy. The air in the space thickened immediately, you could practically cut the air with a knife. All of your friends shifted in their seats, uncomfortably looking amongst themselves. This sucked.

Connie was facepalming, bewildered at the conversation that was unfolding, “Guys we’re supposed to be studying-“

“Then maybe Jean should watch himself, I’m sure (Y/N) is more than capable of speaking for herself.” Zeke stated, keeping eye contact with Jean, who shifted his eyes to you, slugging himself further into his seat. All Zeke did was smirk. And Eren, he stayed quiet. He didn’t wanna be overbearing.

“Whatever.” Jean shifted, getting up and leaving.

Zeke was protective, though he’d never admit it. As the relationship you and Zeke had was strictly educational; he’d show up to study sessions and you’d ask a few questions and have a discussion and that would be it. It was the parties that would fuck you up. Even though it was just your friends and yourself, the longing stares from across the room, the touches that lasted just a second too long, the sly comments that would leave you flustered and red in the face. All of that, and yet Zeke still wouldn’t interact much with you outside of studies.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t interested in whatever odd game Zeke was playing. Zeke was charming, attractive, intelligent, he tried his best to help people, and was great at many skills, he was certainly one of the more enticing people in your life.

However, he was himself after all. Slightly arrogant and egotistical, but that was only the persona he put up that you saw, and you refused to talk to Eren about Zeke, afraid he would catch wind of your little infatuation.

The tension built for months and months, yet you couldn’t seem to get rid of him for the life of you.

Not that you necessarily wanted to, though.

Later into the semester, you found yourself genuinely struggling with your philosophy class. Sasha and Connie, admittedly were not helpful, they seemed to be content with just passing grades - you weren’t. After your last assignment was less than satisfactory, help was much needed.

And you happened to know one person who was good at philosophy, Zeke.

“(Y/N), it’s midnight, why are you Facetiming me?” Eren shifted around, adjusting his eyes to his phone's light. You could see him tapping his screen rather aggressively.

You laughed briefly, propping your phone up on your desk, tapping your pen, “I’m sorry, but I know you wouldn't have answered my messages and I want an answer now.”

Eren sighed, “What did I do bro-”

“Nothing man, I was wondering if you think Zeke would be willing to help me with my philosophy shit, I’m not failing but I could be better.” Eren sighed again, you could see him rub his face.

“Can’t you ask your professor though?” Eren implored.

“I don’t like him though.” You retaliated, shifting in your seat. Eren was definitely not keen on you talking to Zeke.

“Bruh.” Is all Eren gave you as an answer, you heard shifting as he got up from his bed, and padded out of his room and down the hall. A brief knocking was heard before a door was opened, all you could see was the upper half of Eren's face. “Yo Zeke, quick question.”

“Eren it’s midnight, fuck off.” A distant, deeper voice said, it was Zeke.

“Whatever man, one of my friends needs help with philosophy stuff, can you help? You owe me man.” Eren sounded tired, you almost felt bad - if only he hadn’t woken you up at this time many times before.

Zeke sighed, “Yeah sure. Send them my number. Get out though.”

All Eren did was nod, shutting the door and padding back to his room. “You owe me now too, (Y/N).”

Zeke became a main source of your educational pursuits when it came to the humanities. You guys had a typical routine when it came to studying - The pair of you would message back and forth for a bit, then eventually give up on typing out all the fun discussions about Plato and Socrates, and settle on calling each other. Each conversation would be short, and strictly relating to your studies, calling Zeke was something that started out purely educational.

That is, until you started to call longer, getting more and more off topic.

Phones propped up on your respective desks, you could see all of each other's upper body. Zeke scanned you through Facetime, watching you hunch over and jot down something he had said. “Your posture sucks.”

Straightening your back, you giggled, “Whatever could you mean.”

“Yeah okay. I'm surprised that hunch isn’t permanent.” You fake gasped at his comment, dropping your pen and clasping your hands on your chests. “Oh yeah, act all surprised, (Y/N).”

“Whatever.” Laughing, you relaxed, picking your pen back up and writing one last thing down. Your eyes shifted to your phone screen, Zeke was in thought waiting for you to finish writing. God, he even looked like a philosopher. “So Zeke, do you have any other hobbies than studying or did you devote your life to student loans?

“I read a bit.” He simply stated, gesturing back behind himself at the large bookcase against his wall. It contained a plethora of books, all of different widths and colors.

“Is that fun reading, or are they also all about philosophy?” One thing you enjoyed about Zeke and yourself was that you could joke with each other very freely. Though most of your conversations were strictly educational, you were able to learn how to be more relaxed with each other. It made learning more fun.

Zeke rolled his eyes at you, “I think philosophy is fun.” His answer made you laugh, but all you did was give him a look, questioning and joking. “But fine, no it’s not all about philosophy. I read a lot of thriller and romance novels.”

“I’m sorry - romance?” To be honest, you were shocked. For a man who was widely considered rather ‘noncommittal’, this was odd.

It was Zeke’s turn to give you a look, his screamed annoyance, but that was always your goal. “Yes, why is that shocking.”

You leaned back in your seat, staring into the camera, “You don’t seem like a romantic guy, rather the opposite.”

“I can be.” Zeke simply stated, copying you and leaning back as well. Studying his face, you thought about how odd he was. Eren had claimed that Zeke wasn’t the best at commitment, he was rather focused on his studies, but he also exclaimed these facts like Zeke was a cold hearted romance anti. It just seemed like the guy was too focused on his studies to even meet women who he liked. He settled.

A liar is what you’d be if you didn’t acknowledge your daydreams about Zeke. Sure, you had thought about him in a romantic way before, but you knew he wasn’t very keen on relationships. It was just a silly little thought. In your life, there were many firsts that still had not yet to be encountered. A real relationship was a foreign thing to you, and when you looked at Zeke, sometimes on an off day, you imagined the firsts with him.

Your daydream would be crushed when you’d remember it probably wouldn’t mean as much to him. He’s had casual relationships, friends with benefits. That didn’t necessarily bother you, in truth it wasn’t your business, but knowing that to him it wouldn't mean as much, it felt icky.

So then you’d bury it. If you didn’t think about it, it would go away. Zeke was a man of many talents. And fucking you up in the head was one of them.

He was focused on school and he only valued relationships as a destresser from his hard work at university. Zeke was your friend anyways, it shouldn’t matter. But Zeke was already in your life, cementing his influence into your heart, your heavy heart.

The worst part is, it wasn’t even that deep. You guys had only ever flirted very briefly, only ever jokes, it was something to wave off. Zeke didn’t mean it, whatsoever, he just liked making light of your study sessions. Yet, you still were engulfed overtime, it didn’t matter. You had mistakenly fallen for his charm, but you’d never show that.

It was so bad for you, wasn’t it?

“Hey, (Y/N), are you coming to Erens tonight?” Sasha yelled at you from her room, digging through her clothes for a suitable outfit, though you knew she’d end up picking up some stuff off the floor and calling it a day.

Mikasa walked into the hall and sighed, “She’s avoiding him.” You hated her directness, she was too smart to hide feelings from. At this point, at least your closest friends knew about your situationship with Zeke.

They’d started to tease you about Zeke now, as your relationship had become a friendship and shifted away from strict education. All the times Zeke would insist on sitting next to you at get togethers, how he’d inch himself closer and closer to you every minute, how he’d lean down to talk to you, whispering in your ear sly comments.

It was apparent to your friends how strung up you were over this guy. He meant a lot, he was really the first guy that you liked that really made your heart flutter. They’d laugh at you, when you’d perk up at just the word of his name, how you’d carefully implore Eren if he’d be present at a function, how at home you’d be glued to your phone screen when texting him.

At first, it was cute.

But now you feel a little hopeless. Zeke wasn’t one to just settle down with a girl. What made you think he’d decide to choose you? Sure, he made you feel special, but who's to say he didn’t make every girl feel special? Who’s to say that this was all because Zeke was bored?

You fought yourself on that a lot, and you hated that you couldn’t let yourself be happy. “(Y/N), if something sparks between you guys and you end up dating then you do, if you don’t, you don’t.” Sasha shrugged, not seeing how ground-breaking the situation was really for you. Her eyes mindlessly wandered Mikasa's room, searching for any object to ‘borrow’ from the raven haired girl.

“I know, it’s just I feel like I have to be extra paranoid with Zeke.” Slouching further into the fuzzy chair Mikasa had placed at her desk, you let Mikasa continue to fiddle with your hair, she insisted on at least putting some product in before you guys went out. “Like he probably knows I like him, but I really don’t think he cares.”

“He cares.” Mikasa simply reassured, whipping your head around, “Eren says he asks about you often.”

“He just cares because he knows me and Eren are friends” You countered, shaking Mikasa off and standing up from the chair, you sighed looking at yourself in the mirror. You still battled with yourself, you were confident in your looks to a degree, you never really cared how you presented to others as long as you looked reasonable, and not trashy. But now, you feel like you have to look your best everywhere, even to the simplest grocery trips, in the fear you’d run into that blonde bastard.

“Or,” Sasha stood up carefully, approaching you like a wounded animal, “Maybe you really caught his interest. I’m not saying he’s like a changed man, but you’re something special. I wouldn’t doubt he’s interested in more than a quick fuck, y’know.” She shrugged and patted your back, “Now come on, Romeo is waiting.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes, following Sasha out the door, not before stopping briefly, “She might not be wrong. I’m not saying he’s perfect - he’s far from it. Trust yourself for once, you know how you really feel.” With that your two closest friends left you for your thoughts.

Zeke Jaeger was a player. He was a man of many tricks and talents. He was smart, very smart, and knew how to play his cards better than anyone else in his circle. At this point, Zeke was most likely perceptive enough to know you were falling for his bare minimum bullshit, and you often wondered what he thought of you because of that. You were not weak, you were not going to melt at his touch and beg for his hand in marriage.

You just wanted to be seen. To be held. Is that much to ask? It sure felt like it. It felt like you were obsessed over nothing.

It was Friday, your day was halfway over, you had just walked out of one of your afternoon lectures with Connie when both of your phones simultaneously buzzed. It was infuriating to have to pause in the bitter winter to fish your phone out of your jacket as you shivered. Connie yakked about the weather as you waved him off to read the message. It was a text to the group chat from Eren, ‘Everyone at my place tn, 6? I got the goods, bring anything you want too lol’

Of course, you were no stranger to what scene would behold you once you made it to Erens place. You’d all get cross-faded, you’d all goof off, and you’d all finally be able to relax after weeks of being tense and noses deep in studies.

Connie smiled at the offer from Eren, shoving his hands in his pockets, “So are you gonna go?”

Sighing, you continued walking, doing the same with your freezing hands, Connie caught up with you, still hanging for an answer. “I mean, yeah, why wouldn't I?”

Connie shrugged, “I dunno, you seem, like detached. I didn’t know if you wanted to go. You never seem up to it anymore.” Connie was never usually a serious guy, but he was damn perceptive. But maybe he never even realized it sometimes.

“Uh, no, I’m fine. Just been actually focusing on school for once, y’know.” Mumbling, you shrugged back, keeping pace with your friend.

“Right. Okay. Yeah.” He huffed, “I just, I dunno, we’re worried.”

You lagged for a brief moment, “We?”

Connie sighed, he just grabbed your arm and dragged you along, “It’s too cold for this conversation. But, yes, everyone can tell, you’re not the same as you used to be. You seem, I dunno, drained? We worry, we’re your friends.”

“Seasonal depression I guess? I don’t know, I’m working on it.”

“I know,” He spoke softly, a first for the loud Connie, “just remember you have people in your corner.”

And so you did remember. Normally, you would never recommend doing what you did that night, you’d never recommend taking a chance on something you had such hesitation for, especially when all the signs pointed towards disaster. But as the drinks sloshed down your throat, burning feeling combating with the heaviness of the joint you had just shared with him, this get together was going well. You were going to take a chance, for fun, but it started with anxiety.

Sasha, Mikasa and yourself had arrived at Eren's on time, so had everyone else - everyone but Zeke. Of course, he had to make a dramatic entrance, make your heart race, waiting and waiting for his arrival. The drinks flowed, you allowed yourself to get tipsy and mildly high, enough to function, but enough to take the edge off.

All of you sat in the living room talking about school, work and other rather mundane topics. The front door handle jiggled for a brief moment and clicked open, your head snapped towards it, heart practically bleeding out of your chest.

It was Zeke.

Maybe the alcohol was a bad idea. Your face drained of color - God, you actually thought you were going to make a move on Zeke - how could you when you’re practically on the verge of vomiting at his mere presence. Could you really go up to him and exclaim, ‘Hey Zeke I have feelings for you and want this to be more!!’

Could you? Did the alcohol and weed loosen you up or create a ball of nervousness. Instantly once the door cracked open, you shifted to turn away from it. You’d pay no mind to him, you were crazy, he could have any girl. Why you?

Zeke pushed through. You ignore it.

Zeke called out to everyone, saying Hi and sitting his stuff down. You ignore it.

Zeke sits down next to you, so close. You ignore it.

Zeke stares at you, you can feel it. You ignore it.

He does the same.

“Hey, everything good?” Eren walked into the kitchen, popping the fridge open and grabbing a few waters. You sat on the counter, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, casually sipping your wine. A little while ago you had wandered in here, everyone had been having their own conversations and you couldn’t bother to join.

“Yeah, just a little out of it.” Eren sighed at your response, nodding slightly, as he walked by, he squeezed you on the shoulder. That was all he did, you were left alone to your devices, that is of course until Zeke walked in. You swear, if Eren made him come in here -

“So, are you just gonna ignore me the entire night?” The blonde questioned, grabbing the wine bottle next to you and filling up his cup. Your eyes scanned him, you hated his sly looks. He positioned himself standing between your legs, he stared back, sipping his drink.

“I thought you didn’t drink wine, Zeke.” You spoke back, simply. Zeke sighed, his eyes grew soft, looking down at his cup, already halfway empty.

“I thought you liked me, (Y/N).” Zeke didn’t look at you. Though, you’re glad he didn’t.

What did this mean? Your heart was racing. Of course, obviously you like him, not just romantically, but also as a good friend. Despite his antics and sly comments, he made a good friend; highly logical, great to bounce ideas off of, to go to for advice, he was always willing to help with any school related things, overall was very reliable.

“I do like you, Zeke.” You’re sure both of you were too drunk to be having this conversation, he was so close to you, he smelled like weed and whiskey. His eyes wandered your body, not bothering to make real eye contact.

“Sure, but you’re usually all over me. What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Maybe you would be honest. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt.

“The problem is the fact that I like you, too much I think.” Your cheeks were burning, the alcohol is not helping, your eyes looked anywhere but his face. You felt like a schoolgirl.

Zeke slowly nodded, taking another sip of his drink. He scanned your face, probably reading your mind. “That’s the issue?”

“Well, if I’m gonna be honest, I have feelings for you. But that- we wouldn’t work out.” Sighing, you took a deep breath, deciding that this was your moment. Just be honest with him, sure he’s an asshole and that won’t change, but maybe a heart to heart would work out.

“Why wouldn’t we work out?” Zeke questioned, brows furrowed. He abandoned the cup on the counter, shifting closer to you. Each arm was leaning by your sides, caging you in.

“Listen, No offense but you don’t get serious about relationships, and I do, like I can't hook up, I get too attached. I just didn’t wanna keep doing this ‘will they won’t they’ thing where we flirt everyday, it’s bothering me. I was gonna talk to you about it earlier but I chickened out.” Your head had dropped at this point, you refused to look him in the eyes, how could you? The air was thick with tension, the subtle sounds of the rest of your druk/high friends loudly chatting in the other room filled the silence between you too.

Zeke was thinking, you could tell. He was deep in thought, processing what you had just told him, he backed up from you ever so slightly. What was there to say to that? Honestly, it was a shocking thing to blurt out at a party.

Zeke sighed, “I see your point.”

“...Yeah…. Is that all you have to say?” Your mind raced, honestly what did you expect?

His hands waved in your face, chuckling, “Let me finish. I understand, and honestly, yeah, I’m not usually committed to people, I’m focused on school and my career. However, I will say I do quite enjoy being around you, more than I enjoy being around most people.”

A smile slipped on your face, “Yeah.”

“However,” He took a moment, you could practically see the cogs turning in his mind, he was being careful with his words, “I do enjoy this, us, I enjoy us a lot. I’ll be honest, I really wanted our relationship to be strictly ‘I help you study’, but I found myself thinking about you often. We connected really well, and I appreciate you.”

Your smile had crept onto him too, so contagious. “You’re joking, Zeke.”

“I’m not, if I wasn’t however many drinks in, I probably wouldn’t be admitting this shit. But it’s true, I think we work well with each other, you’ve been a breather. I’d like to see how this - ” He gestures between you two, ”- goes.”

He was offering a relationship to you, to take this joke flirting further. How can you take his word, though? “Do you mean it, though? Zeke, you’re not just saying this are you?” Pulling Zeke in by his shirt, he was merely centimeters away from your face. The warmth of his body engulfed you.

“I’d like to try for you.” His eyes wandered your face, finding a focal point on your lips.

Smiling, you nodded leaning into him, kissing him, hungrily. Breaking for air, you whispered, “Okay. Then let’s try.”

[abracazabka]

Good Mx... I am here to ask about your favorite trans Dutch headcanons and if there are any pics you recommend 🫣

OH BOY A FAVORITE TOPIC OF MINE!!!

I'll start off this ask by recommending this fic, "Fight Like a Man" by my good friend @miyagi-hokarate , a mutual with whom I've discussed trans Dutch at length, and who has contributed to many of my headcanons about Dutch. Much of what I say here will be because of discussions with them. Now, on to it:

My idea of a trans Dutch is that, similar to a lot of trans folks (me cough cough) he has a pretty bad relationship with his parents, especially his dad. They don't like to acknowledge his identity or, really, their son. And at times neither does Dutch, for a while. He wants to prove his maleness through the only way he knows how, and sometimes that means hiding who he is. He has a lot of internalized misogyny and the militaristic rhetoric about masculinity Kreese spews has shaped who he is as a young man. (points very conspicuously to the aforementioned fic). However, post-TKK I do think he comes into his own as a proud trans guy and the Cobras are entirely supportive. Duh.

(I - we, I should say, as these are very joint heacanons - think Tommy knew first out of all the Cobras. Because I'm a Dutch/Tommy truther lol.)

Dutch canonically is a wild child and this would be the case with or without a trans identity. However, I think as a young kid he was a "problem child" because he knew basically most of his life he was a boy. (again, jerks my head in the direction of that fabulous fic). I think later in his life he is perfectly fine, however, referring to his childhood as "when he was a girl." This is a point of contention amongst trans folks, but as an older trans guy, and someone very blunt, Dutch would refer to his childhood that way.

Anyway I love trans Dutch because Dutch is soooo problematic. "Is that allowed, can you make a problematic character trans?" Yeah, sure, just did. He's my favorite terrible man in the world.

Now as far as photos, I dont really have any which mark Dutch as trans. Obviously the film does not present him this way, this is my personal headcanon for a good time.

But scenes I'd draw your attention to are at the tournament, when Dutch is waiting on the sidelines during the whole montage of fighting. He is bouncing up and down and cannot contain all this violent energy. This, in addition to the locker scene where he is very aggressive toward Daniel, is where my interest in his presentation of masculinity is most centered. He has an idea of a what a man is, and as we know from the whole damn plot of the movie, it's not the greatest. The Cobras have this toxic idea too, but it's so interesting for a trans guy. The scene with Daniel, miyagi-hokarate and I really obsess over, because Dutch has this intense aggression and hatred for how Daniel presents himself as a man. Daniel's masculinity is notably different than the Cobras, but Dutch feels he can't be the kind and earnest kind of young man Daniel is, because then he's not really a man. Because surely, Kreese is the best example of what it means to be a man...(incorrect buzzer sound)

I do suggest searching up trans Dutch on tumblr search, because I feel like there's at least 1 or 2 fanarts out there.

Sorry for rambling I truly could go on for an age but Uh, Nah Lol AJFJRJFJ but yes hehe. My fevered thoughts. Go follow @miyagi-hokarate if you dont already ❤️

[craftlands]

solar's rev19 ocs fun facts!

(confused about these characters? click here for an overview post!)

K

Lived in Los Angeles in the 1990s before the Storm specifically so I could make it feasible for it to have read House of Leaves before the book came to print in early 2000.

When it's not being a complete and total menace to every single power structure within sight, it likes to cook. It's pretty good at cooking but is still trying to figure out baking -- K's used to improvising on the fly and isn't good at following exact directions.

Its Udimo is a California condor -- a vulture.

Its distaste for chess isn't just part of the card shark theming. It really, genuinely does not care for the game, especially not the weird superiority complexes people get about being good at it.

Both its basic incantations and its Inheritance are named after solitaire variants :)

Would have a visual novel style event sidestory with multiple endings, similar to Jessica's but with no dice rolls and a heavier focus on doing multiple paths to unlock different possibilities.

PINION

Is engineered to regenerate or heal from lost body matter incredibly efficiently while also serving as a universal donor. Has hypertrophic (raised) scarring in a few places where they... "donate" from... particularly frequently.

Has silver eyes. One is missing in their Insight 2 garment. I wonder why that is…

Can't fly or glide with their wings, as they're not fully developed, but can launch themself into the air pretty high if they channel arcanum through them. This tends to cause them to shed feathers.

Does charcoal and pencil sketches to work on their fine motor skills, as their joints tend to jolt a little bit in movement sometimes. Likes doing botanical illustrations. No plant has ever harmed them.

Genuinely does like Lock despite showing this by antagonizing him constantly. Is probably more loyal to him than they are to pretty much anyone else, including K.

LOCK

Knows his own soul number -- it's 451, an incredibly mundane number with no particularly interesting qualities to speak of (sarcasm). Even its digital root is simply a default 1.

Has brown-black eyes. One is silver in his Insight 2 garment. I wonder why that is...

Social chameleon that can be a totally unmemorable guy in whatever situation you put him in. When he isn't intentionally staying low-profile, he's rather blunt and deadpan.

Relatively adept with any given weapon he picks up thanks to a deal he has with Eyes.

Doesn't have an Udimo. If he's set as an assist unit, the suitcase will be empty, and if swapped in he literally just walks onto the battlefield from offscreen.

Would have a grid puzzle event sidestory very similar to Melania's but with more focus on taking out specific targets, kind of like a very simplified Invisible Inc.

EYES

Has possession of Lock's full name. Doesn't use it very often but will occasionally withhold it on request so that people straight-up forget what it is.

K and Pinion are incredibly unnerved by him -- Pinion because of his ominous politeness reminding them of the scientists that made them, and K because it has no idea how to read or predict him. For his part, Eyes thinks this is hilarious. He also quite likes K in general and thinks it's just fascinating to observe.

Actually just friends with Lock, who isn't even remotely intimidated by them. The two exchange information a lot, and Eyes is a big help to Lock when it comes to picking targets.

Can quite literally see through the eyes of the people they've made deals with. Doing this will cause the person's eyes to glow white slightly, but the person in question won't innately be aware someone is watching. Could possess people, but chooses not to -- that's boring.

Is allergic to silver and cold iron. It's not quite the mythological deterrent fairytales hype it up to be -- he'll just get a really nasty rash if it touches his bare skin.