𝘤𝘸: 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘧𝘸, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 ★
stoner!eren loves bongs. don’t get me wrong, our boy loves joints, blunts, spliffs, anything. but there is something simplistic about hitting his bong. eren found his piece on a short smoke shop run with armin. resting in the glass case was eren’s future family heirloom. the bong itself was hideous. it was this discount cactus bong- the flat bottom the color of sand, the chamber and neck a semi-transparent forest green. and attached to the side was this ugly, orange blob, originally supposed to be a flower, but now just an eyesore. as eren and armin walk out the door, his new toy securely wrapped in bubble wrap and rubber bands swinging from the bag in his hand, he let’s out a chuckle. “dude, i’ve got it. we’ll name it jaegerbong.”
side story about jaegerbong: stoner!eren had the worst neighbor ever. floch, the nosiest bastard on campus, had somehow managed to worm his way into eren’s smoke time, inviting himself into the room as he pleases. something about liking eren’s bong so much, he became a jaegerist. on a fateful day, eren decided enough was enough, blocking the doorway when floch came knocking, one hand on the top part of the frame, the other behind the door holding jaegerbong. “floch, get the fuck out of here.” “c’mon eren! just let me in already.” crash. eren watches with horror as the remains of jaegerbong, glass pieces drowned in bong water, wet weed stuck to the floor. “oh…my bad, i didn’t know you were holding that.” rip jaegerbong. his next bong was named in memory of this moment: don’t tell floch”, aka, dtf.
stoner!eren who has the worst guys by childish gambino as his tinder song anthem. when eren smoked, he always had music on. it’s a staple in his lifestyle.
stoner!eren met you on tinder. the second he saw your profile and he knew he had to match with you. fortunately for him, your cute face showed up two days later in his matches and he sent you a message. when you two finally meet, he opens the door to his dorm, the smell of straight gas filling your nostrils. “mmm, smells like…flowers?” you say with this cute little flirty undertone and a smug smile. he guides you through the 12x12 ft room with a hand on your back, helping you up onto the bed. while he packs a bowl, his listens to you talk about your day and your hobbies and anything that made you smile. he stands from the desk and takes a long stride to settle himself between your legs. when he pulls the bong out from behind his back holding it proudly in front of his chest, he smiles and says, “dtf?” his unoccupied hand finds itself pressed into the bed next to you, curving to meet your side. when you grab the bong from his hand, he falls into a kiss and you go to meet him.
stoner!eren who holds your feet in his lap, head leaned against the wall behind him, heavy lids set dead on you. these days, you come around more and more, but he doesn’t really mind. your presence warms the room and he can’t help but wish you’d stay longer. when you go to leave, he goes, “one more bowl before you go?” his lower lip jutted out in the most pathetic pout. but it gets you to stay every time. and so here you go again, stuck in the loop of eren, passing joints and bongs until you’re crawling into his bed with him to fall asleep in his arms.
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