#getting high

write HCs about how The big men of genshin (neuvi, wrio, varka, zhongli, flins, childe.) okay u dont have to do all of them.

act when they are high as hell with you. Wouldnt that be a silly little idea.

Swan note: It’s so random but I love it, thx for the idea, I had fun writing it

The men getting high as the sky 🍃 (Varka, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Flins n Childe)

-> Varka - already far too many drinks in - doesn’t hesitate for even a second when someone pulls out something to smoke. He accepts it and lights it up without a thought. It takes two or three joints before he’s actually high. After that, he either keeps wandering off, doing his own stuff - each idea dumber than the last - or he ends up curled in a corner, completely spaced out and feeling sick. The only comfort he finds is your soft hands running through his hair and you pull him against your chest. It takes only seconds in that warm embrace before his feelings - his worries about you - start spilling from his lips like a waterfall. The ever-cheerful Grand Master, suddenly riddled with concern, no matter how much you reassure him that everything is okay.

-> Wriothesley gets high often, so no one would really notice these days if it weren’t for how red his eyes get. He acts as usual, does his work and keeps a sharp eye on everything despite the effects, though his posture is more relaxed and he’s generally a bit more easygoing. He also gets rather touchy, always trying to keep a hand on you if you’re nearby, and laughing a little too hard whenever you tell him something funny. His hand might “slip” and land somewhere more intimate, to which his grin only gets cheekier and he puts his hands up in defeat when you start scolding him lightly.

-> Neuvillette isn’t one to try any kind of drug - and he surely never will on his own. The only reason he ever got high, or something close to it, is because of Sigewinne. The little Melusine had prepared a tea for him, insisting he tries it since it was meant to help him relax and calm his mind. A kind gesture… though she underestimated the intensity of the plants, leaving the Iudex far too relaxed. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it is strange to see him laid back in his chair, staring at nothing in particular. He barely acknowledges anyone, and it takes even you several attempts to catch his attention. When you finally do, his lips tug into a shy smile before he buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist. He doesn’t let go as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

-> Flins probably just found a pretty stone - far too happy with his discovery to notice the barely perceptible curse clinging to it. Once he picked it up, his mind went whoosh, and suddenly he was all smiles. His eyes stay half-lidded, that soft, constant smile never leaving his face - he’s literally ☺️ the entire time. Giggling at everything you say and even more flirty than usual, always needing to keep a hand on you. His fingers will trail lazily over whatever part of you he’s holding at the moment, and he leans against you like a content, lazy cat, perfectly happy to stay where he is. If you try to leave him for a moment he’d just follow after you, refusing to let you out of arm’s length.

Even if I miss them.

Stevie the spy

“When I give you the signal, wait 30 seconds and meet me in the closet” Steve muttered lips pressed to your ear, arms wrapped around your waist. You smiled, trying to look back subtly to see him while checking everyone in the room to make sure no one was watching. Eyes scanning as you watched Steve casually stroll to lean by the door.

“Our usual routine. No one splits no one wanders off-“ Hopper was on a war path, again. People trying to change plans, you’d heard it a million times before. So much so that you naturally tuned it out.

Steve nods, raising his eyebrows then leaving. The door shuts behind him and you assume that must be “the signal”, immediately starting to count. Honestly you think you missed a couple numbers, and you were only counting to thirty but the excitement was palpable.

You tried to surreptitiously leave, but Dustin was a hawk. He caught onto any change in the room. “Where are you going?” He asked, his face screwed up like he’d just smelt something awful.

“Hey dusty? Mind your business. Yeah?” You smiled. Not to scare or scold him just to remind him that you are your own person.

Slipping out the door you keep turning as you quickly grab the closest door handle. But before you could tug it open all the way it swings open.

Steve grabbing your hips and closing the door backing you against it. Both of you laughing into each other’s mouths as he moves to hold your cheek.

“Hi, baby” he whispered so softly you barely caught it.

“Hi, sweetie” you giggled back staring into his sweet doe eyes. Steve’s smile grew, if that was possible. “Missed you” he mumbled, Leaning down to connect your lips.

Every time Steve hears your laugh he melts. Every time he feels your lips, he believes you gave him the key to your heart. He knows he won’t ever make you regret that. You’re it. Looking down at you right there, Steve knew it.

You were the one he wanted to travel with, the one he wanted to live with.

You were the one he wanted to come home to after a long day of work. He wanted you to be the one to carry his children, the perfect mix of you both.

You were the one he wanted to walk down the aisle to him. And to be the one he would grow old with. He wanted you to be the last person he saw before he took his last breath.

And when vecna was all said and done, he was gonna take you home.

He was gonna pull the sapphire ring his grandmother had given him when he was 14, with the promise he only use it for his future wife, from his desk drawer.

He was gonna ask you. He didn’t know how yet but he was gonna do it. Because he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and he wanted it to start as soon as it possibly could.

Jason: sup.

Dick: oh?! you're here too? it's kinda rare since B is patrolling tonight.

Jason: yeah, i just finished some goons selling these "forbidden cigs" to minors. *throws a plastic bag to Dick.*

Dick: there's two cigs in this bag.

Jason: wanna share?

Dick: bet.

Both of Dick and Jason, laying down on the rooftops, eyes as red as Tim's suit.

Dick: *mumblings.* you what jay? i fucking shit on Bruce's garden, once.. dunno, twice maybe.

Jason: i did too, fuck, Bruce was nagging me all day.

Dick: coward, he's chasing me around the manor. good ol days.

Bruce, over comms: yes, and i make you bury that shit under a tree.

Dick: yes B makes me buried— the hell?!

Bruce: stay right there or I'll get Alfred to deal with you.

Jason: heck yeah, Alfred taught me how to use machine guns.

Alfred, over Oracle's comms: sure thing, master Jason.

Barbara, over comms: go home, i know you're high as hell.