#i’m not sober!!

[smeddiemunson]

Inspired by @yendts and @mook-and-phoenix art. Merry Christmas!!

Robin didn’t like holiday parties. They’re too loud, the people suck, and the buffet is always a selection of fancy meat canapés and virtually nothing that suits the vegan lifestyle.

But there were a few perks.

“You should meet my partner, Chris!” Was Robin’s favourite way to get out of conversations that were bordering on flirtatious from the male side of the equation. Sure she could politely decline their advances, tell them she was seeing someone or even outright tell them she’s a lesbian, but nothing beat the look of embarrassment that crossed those men’s faces when it was revealed Chris was actually Chrissy.

Chrissy did the same.

Robin leaned around the tall guy, trying to spot her girlfriend in the crowd— easier said than done since she was at least a head shorter than everyone else in attendance. He was wearing a soft blue sweater and beige khaki’s that made her miss Steve, who had bailed on the party because Eddie had gotten sick from the snowball fight he instigated without wearing a coat, or gloves, or anything even remotely resembling warm, and Steve begged off to play nurse.

She thought she saw Chrissy’s sparkly dress flash between bodies and started pushing towards it, calling “Chris! Chris!” as she went.

Her shouting seemed to separate the bodies quicker until Chrissy was finally revealed to her. She wore her hair down out of it’s usually pony with soft curls and a dress made up of emerald coloured sequins that swished around her thighs, falling just above her knee. It should have looked silly, gaudy with the gold jewellery but she pulled it off.

“Robbie!” Chrissy called back, as she heard her.

They both rushed to meet in the middle, taking each others hands and sparing a moment to press their foreheads together.

Robin turned back to the guy she had been chatting to. “This is Chris. Chrissy. My girlfriend.”

Sometimes the men would force themselves to engage in polite conversation, to grin through their embarrassment. This one just walked away.

Chrissy giggled behind her hand. “That’s not very nice.”

Robin glanced down at her outfit; dark grey dress trousers with a matching blazer and simple silky red tank top. “I thought he could use a more obvious hint about how not into guys I am.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes fondly. “Do you want to dance?” She asked instead of commenting further, then didn’t wait for Robin’s answer to start pulling her towards the dance floor.

The music playing wasn’t really the kind to dance to, but there were a few couples that were trying, turning lazily in circles and talking quietly to one another.

Chrissy placed her hands on Robin’s shoulder, pushing them up slightly to loosely grip the back of Robin’s neck and brush her fingers through her undercut.

Robin’s hands settled on Chrissy’s waist, tugging her closer so there wasn’t a breath unshared between them.

They swayed to the music and exchanged the gossip they’d heared throughout the night, betting on which bit of information Steve would be the most incensed about then they met up from a late brunch in the morning.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” Robin whispered into Chrissy’s ear as they shifted to turning in a circle with Chrissy’s head resting on Robin’s shoulder. “Things suck a lot less when you’re around.”

Chrissy hummed and twisted her head slightly so she could press a kiss onto Robin’s clavicle, leaving a faint line of red behind. “I love you, of course I’m here.”

Robin still got butterflies when she said it, still couldn’t believe that of all the people in the world, all the people vying for just a sliver of Chrissy’s attention, she had chosen her to give it to.

“What do you say about us bailing early?” Chrissy asked. “We’ve still got some of those cookies Steve made us left and I’m really craving a hot chocolate.”

“I’d say that sounds perfect,” Robin breathed. They had spent most of their twenties staying out late and making bad decisions, now all Robin ever wanted to do was stay in with Chrissy and have the same conversations over and over again.

“I’ll race you to the car.”

Robin stepped away from Chrissy with a grin and bounded over to the elevator that would take them down to the garage, laughing to herself as Chrissy shouted behind her about it being an unfair challenge while she was in heals.

Robin still held the elevator doors for her.

When they arrived home, Chrissy having dozed in the passenger seat as Robin navigated the roads, they both made a beeline for their bedroom. They started undoing their necklaces, pulling off their rings and taking out their earrings as they went.

Chrissy groaned when she took her heals off, collapsing onto the bed and throwing them into a corner to be dealt with in the morning.

It was the easiest thing in the world for Robin to sink to her knees on the floor and take one of Chrissy’s feet in her hands to start kneading the blood flow back into the right places.

“You’re so good at that,” Chrissy moaned. She shifted so she was leaning on her elbows and could look at Robin. “I love you so much.”

“I’ve had the practice,” Robin laughed. She pressed a kiss of Chrissy’s ankle, the fabric of the nylon tights tickling her lips. “If you didn’t have such a bee in your bonnet about being short and just wore flats…”

Chrissy tutted. “I’m telling Steve you said that.”

Robin shook her head with a smile and wisely didn’t say anything more, just picked up Chrissy’s other foot and started working on it.

They sat quietly, only the occasional rustle of their party clothes or Chrissy’s relieved moans taking up the space until Chrissy pulled her foot away from Robin’s grasped and sat herself up enough so she could tenderly cradle Robin’s face in her hands.

“Hot chocolate?” She asked.

Robin nodded. She turned her head to kiss Chrissy’s palm, squeezed her wrists and then stood up.

Her knees cracked and her legs had gone slightly numb but she didn’t mind it.

“Pyjamas first?”

They had new matching pyjama’s for the holiday season every year. This year they had simple tartan-style bottoms and soft, plain, long sleeved red shirts.

Robin unzipped Chrissy’s dress and Chrissy picked up all the clothes Robin dropped on the floor to put them away in the hamper. Easy, simple routine that only came with knowing each other so intimately.

“I’ll get started on the drinks while you take your make-up off,” Robin said gently.

Chrissy kissed her cheek as she passed her to disappear into their en-suit bathroom.

Robin went to the kitchen. She pulled out the mugs Eddie and Steve made for them in a pottery class they all took together. They were misshapen and weirdly coloured but they held heat better than any of the ikea mugs in their cupboard and matched a pair that resided in Eddie and Steve’s house.

Eddie made the best hot chocolate out of the little family they’d made all those years ago when they first moved to the city, but Robin was pretty good at replicating it. It would never be quiet the same but with some vegan cream and marshmallows on the top, it would do.

Chrissy appeared in the kitchen just as Robin was pouring the liquid into the mugs. She got the cookie jar down from the top of the fridge; put there in the hope that they wouldn’t eat Steve’s cookies all at once.

Robin put the finishing touches on the drinks then carried them over to the small breakfast bar. She grabbed the lighter from the cutlery drawer a lit the one candle— winter spice— in the kitchen and beckoned Chrissy over.

Chrissy set the cookie jar down in between the mugs and took the lid off. She took a cookie out and offered it Robin. They always did this when they shared something, whoever started first offered the thing out to the other.

They stayed up much later than they would if they had stayed at the party talking and giggling, drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies like they were at a sleepover, and Robin thought it was a much better way to spend her night.

#robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #my fic #domestic af #rushed ended but if I didn’t end it they would have just talked about nothing #and there’s only so many times I can write them saying I love you #take the spelling/grammar mistakes in stride i’m not sober #also ignore that it’s almost 2am #i’m not sober!!

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

james potter’s OG Hoes™️ (some of them ain’t loyal)

close ups and the sketch bc i like it a lot:

#peter was 100% drunk #he’s the type of guy that becomes another person when alcohol gets in his system #drunk peter is like sober sirius on a good day (chaos-wise) #remus was watching them like #look at these idiots…i love them #twin bitches twin bitches twin bitches hopping off a jet skiiiii #istg if the quality is shit i’m hitting tumblr w a stick #marauders era #marauders #james potter #james fleamont potter #sirius black #sirius orion black #peter pettigrew #prongs #padfoot #wormtail #fanart

[twinstxrs]

the way fantasy high evokes dread in me so easily should be studied because brennan describing how the bad kids are going to save the world again only to go back to school in three days and have to work just as hard for no reward made me so instantly stressed. combined with how tired fig & gorgug are in the promo for next week talking about school… yea. fantasy high my beloved so happy to be back!!

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fig faeth #gorgug thistlespring #maybe i’m just anxious as a person but it was so immediatrly sobering like jesus #*immediately #they’re all just sooo fucking tired in that promo my god

[bendydudeinc]

UGHHHHHHHH I want Chūyas hands. His pretty hands. I want to watch his eyes grow hooded and dark with lust as he slowly brings his gloved fingers to his lips and bites his glove off one finger at a time because he knows it gets me hot and bothered. I want Chūya to circle his fingers around the outside of my dripping hole as I squirm and cry for him to put them in. I don’t think he’d last long with that after seeing my folds clench around nothing. I want him to relentlessly thrust into me with his fingers to the beat of our favorite songs, smiling smugly to himself like the stupid sexy asshole he is as he keeps scissoring and thrusting against my most sensitive spots to the rhythm, even as my eyes roll back and I babble that it’s too much during a fast pace song, he’ll just curl his fingers harder to shut me up. I want Chūya to talk down to me like the filthy whore I am and humiliate me when I cry out and gush around his fingers for the god knows what time since he put the playlist on shuffle because godammit it’s just so fucking good.

DID I MENTION HED TOTALLY USE HIS GRAVITY TO KEEP GOING LONG AFTER HE GETS TIRED AND HIT EVERY BEAT?? AGHAHHSH

#bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #I’m not sober this isn’t proof read #chuuya smut #nakahara chūya #bsd chūya #chūya #lol sorry #bungo stray dogs

[virgothozul]

need sleep but haven’t drawn them in a hot minute.

#Caejose #watch me. In a couple hours. Wanting to unpost this after I sober up from my artistic blindness. #That’s fine I’m too tired anyways

[morganski-19]

Things I Won't Say When I'm Sober

inspired by this post by @imfinereallyy. I saw this post ages ago but literally just found this idea in my drafts and decided to finally write it,

part 2

Steve lies across the floor of Eddie’s new trailer, mind hazy, with Robin’s limbs haphazardly laying on him. He’s mindlessly running his hands along the carpet, feeling the soft fiber under his hand. Eddie’s hand reaches into his vision as he passes Steve the joint. He really doesn’t need to take anymore, his muscles already relaxed more than they have been in a while, and his mind is slipping into that territory that might give him a panic attack if he goes too far. But he’s with people he trusts and Robin will cut him off before any of that happens, if he won’t cut himself off before then. 

He blows the smoke up into the air as Eddie takes back the joint. Running his hand across the carpet again, he brushes against something different. Curious, he starts playing with it, rolling it between his fingers, tugging on it a bit to see if he can tell what it is. 

“Stevie,” Eddie slurs. Steve hums. “Why are you playing with my hair?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “This is your hair?” He tugs on the strand between his fingers a bit. 

“Yes, and I'd appreciate it if you’d stop pulling on it.”

“It’s so soft,” Steve finds himself saying, not dropping the hair between his fingers, instead picking up more.

Robin bursts out laughing. “How high are you, dingus?”

Steve shrugs. “Pretty high I guess.”

“Could you stop playing with my hair?” Eddie complains, rolling away a bit and almost kicking Steve in the face. 

He moves his hand away from Eddie’s hair and brings it up behind his head. Robin shifts, rolling off of Steve and starting to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Steve complains, needy.

“The bathroom,” Robin deadpans. “Why?”

The giggles kick in and Steve struggles to get the words out. “Cause I have a secret and I need to tell you it.”

The secret in question was Steve’s crush on Eddie. Something he’s buried deeper than he’s willing to admit and something that he’s barely come to accept. But something about the safe feeling of his friends and the weed loosening his thoughts to stop the denial and face the facts made him want to tell her. It’s not the first time that he’s thought that his attraction to Eddie was a fact and not just the desire to be friends. That it wasn’t normal for people to fantasize about kissing their best friends and sharing the same bed all the time. 

It took time for Steve to realize that these thoughts were ok for him to have. That he could have feelings for girls in the past while also having feelings for a boy now. That it’s ok for him to be having feelings for a boy at all. He is who he is, and who he likes won’t change that. The Steve he was when he dated girls isn’t different from the Steve who has a crush on a boy. It’s all him, even if he didn’t know he was capable of doing it. 

The main problem was that he hadn’t told Robin about it yet, and it seems that his hazy mind decided that now was the best time. Now, when Eddie, the person he has a crush on, is still in the room.

“And this secret is hilarious?” Robin joins in on the giggles but tries to hide it. “Can you tell me the secret so I can go to the bathroom?”

Steve shakes his head while giggling more, now realizing his mistake and thinking it’s hilarious rather than embarrassing. “No.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “No?” 

“Mhm. Can’t tell you.”

“So you have a secret that you need to tell me but can’t tell me. Why is that, Steven?” Robin very annoyingly asks, only pulling out the full name when she wants him to get to the point. 

“Eddie’s in the room,” Steve says like it’s the simplest fact there is. 

Eddie sits up. “Why can’t I know your secret?”

“Cause it’s a Robin secret. You don’t get to know those.”

Robin rolls her eyes again while Eddie makes an overexaggerated offended look. “I’m going to the bathroom, you two can figure this out while I’m gone.” 

Steve stops his giggles to roll over and grab at Robin’s legs as she gets up, attempting to stop her from leaving. She steps out of his grasp and makes her way out of the room. He lays there pouting for a second before bursting out in laughter again. 

“So keeping secrets from me is so funny now isn’t it,” Eddie pouts. 

“I am so high,” he manages to get out between giggles as he rolls back onto his back. 

Eddie rolls his eyes before laying down next to him, their heads next to each other this time. “Yeah, I can tell. You don’t normally laugh this much when you’re not.” 

The weed is doing nothing to stop the blush that covers Steve’s face, though his face was plenty red before so maybe it would hide it. “You notice that about me?”

“I notice a lot of things about you, Steve,” Eddie responds sincerely, turning his head to look Steve in the eyes. 

Maybe it’s the high, maybe it isn’t, but Steve can’t help but think that the look Eddie has in his eyes is the same one that he finds himself getting every time he looks at Eddie. The simple want of something more that can never be. To be more than all that they are, friends. 

A look that tells Steve that if he leaned in for a moment, maybe Eddie wouldn’t back away. Maybe he would let it happen. Maybe he would lean in too. Maybe all of the things Steve has accepted that he wants could come true. 

Not that he would even try right now. He’s high, Eddie’s high. No person’s first kiss with someone they really care about should be like this. It should be in a state where they could remember it. Where they could look back on it in the future and remember every detail. Or maybe it should be done when he’s a little bit high. Maybe then he won’t second guess himself at the last minute and actually go through with it. Then if it ends badly, he has the chance of forgetting the little details but is left with the knowledge that this is hopeless. Then he can get over it. 

He has the feeling that getting over Eddie would be hard though. The feelings that bubble over in his chest every time he’s around Eddie are all but proof of that. This is different, more than he’s felt about someone in a long time. The most he’s felt about a person since Nancy. 

That scares him, still scares him. That he can look at another person the way he looked at her. Or more, he can feel something for someone on that level again, but this time completely differently. He likes Eddie for different reasons then he liked Nancy, but it doesn’t change the way he feels about him. This affection, this crush, this almost love is deep. Steve doesn’t want to mess it up this time. 

“I’m not that offended that you won’t tell me you’re secret,” Eddie whispers, like this moment isn’t meant to be heard even though they’re the only ones in the room. “I know that you and Robin share pretty much everything. So if it’s meant for her ears only I understand. I just hope you might be able to tell me one day.”

“Eddie, I-” Steve stammers, cut off by the sound of Robin entering the room again. 

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #ficlet #cw: smoking #angst #getting together #but not yet #pining #things i wont say when i’m sober #cw smoking

[chrollohearttags]

and what if I just start pairing people together who ain’t got no business being together for the fuck if it? Like why is Connie, the mall jeweler and Sukuna who works at the shoe store wind up being best friends and spitting game on (y/n). They have a contest to see who she ends up hooking up with. But she picks both. Or Chrollo and Eren being rival adult content creators who get compared to each other all the time end up both developing a crush on the new girl taking over the internet and both pine for her and ultimately take turns until she says who’s better—

#swear I’m not high #just stupid as fuck #doing all of this shit sober 24/7 #cherry chats 🍒 #s/o to the gc for that last pairing #it’s been rent free in my head for two days now sjdjdg #black reader #I don’t need to write any of these #just talking out my asshole fr

[volitioncheck]

does near every single post-canon DE fic out there need to be tagged ‘Sober Harry Du Bois’? i’m getting so tired of it.

do i expect every single piece of fan content to have to fully delve into the often-depressing always-complex topic of addiction? not really. sometimes you just want to write/read a silly fluffy romance one-shot, whatever. i get it. but i think my issue is specifically with the fact that for nearly every sillyfluffy au out there, there almost must be a ‘sober harry du bois’ tag. and it does feel very slapped-on more often than not.

i think to me it is an unconscious statement that nothing *good* can ever happen to harry du bois until he is completely and permanently sober. before solving the next big case, he has to be sober. before quitting the force, he has to be sober. before falling in love with kim, he has to be sober. before accomplishing anything, starting any sort of recovery, making any life improvement, he must first be sober.

sobriety as a goal, as a journey, and honestly as a concept in of itself is not as cut and dry as so many people think it is. and i think it would serve a lot of people well if they did some introspection on the implications of how nearly every single post-canon fic that isn’t dealing directly with harry’s addiction have him as completely sober instead.

if the plot of the fic isn’t going to touch directly on harry’s substance use (and again, i’m not demanding that every single fic should), why does that mean that sober!harry must be the default?

i think i am just tired of reading a casefic, a smutty one-shot, a fantasy au, whatever, where it almost seems that before getting on with the plot, the author feels obligated to first assure us that the harry we’re reading about is a Sober Harry. it’s established with a couple lines in the exposition, probably about his improved appearance, a tag up top, and then never brought up again; a checkmarked box. like the societal image of An Addict has completely prevented people from being able to imagine a person just, continuing to live life, while still struggling with addiction.

life happens, with all of its backslides and achievements, mundanity and changes, to people with drug addictions just as much as people who don’t. is a post-canon harry who isn’t sober not worth writing about?

i think so. i think the game we all played thinks so too. in fact i think that sentiment is woven into the game’s very core. i just wish i saw that reflected in our fan content more.

#i really hope my point is understandable in that it isn’t that i think that stories where harry *does* become sober aren’t also valuable. #or that i want every post-canon harry to *not* be sober. #but rather questioning why there seems to be a subconcious necessity for harry to be sober to have kind things happen to him. #disco elysium #harry du bois #also obligatory because i am putting this in the main tag: #this isn’t a callout or vague on any one person/creator/group of people in particular #it’s more of a prompt to discussion on a very broad trend #one informed by insidious biases that live in all of us because we live in a society etc #that none of us are immune to but all of us have a responsibility to acknowledge #if there is goal to this post it’s to provoke introspection. not individual attacks #anyways i love quietly consuming fan content until something annoys me enough to make my own post about it #i do wish i Participated in fan communities more tbh especially this one i’m just shy lol #most of the time. #me talking

[abernathyvalois]

If every motherfucker is a “people pleaser” why am i not pleased. Why am i displeased. Name 1 person that is pleased with you

#The most diabolical person u know says they’re a people pleaser #Like omg shut up #I will definitely get angry people shouting their 2 cents on this #Saying they actually struggle sooo muchhh with people pleasing #Yk #It would please me if u shut the fuck up #Sorry #Sooooorrrrrryyyy #Ok but how come everytime i post something critical about certain people #I get people acting like they’re personally victimized #Or using my posts to feed their ego #Like this is tumblr dot com #Disclaimer i’m not sober #So don’t #Try

[sadisticyouko]

hello, im not sure if requests are open or closed, if they're closed you can ignore this ^^

reader is female.

can i request a one shot where the reader is a part of team urameshi and reader and hiei were secretly dating until (either member of your choice maybe kurama or something) walks in on the two of them kissing and eventually they come out that they've been dating. :P

☆ author's note : a little bit suggestive but not too much detail, I wrote most of this while i was super drunk last night and finally got around to finishing it up today, not sure if i love the ending tbh, but i hope this is to your liking ! ♡

❝ JUST BETWEEN US ❞

You weren’t sure what to call it. At first it started with bouts of protectiveness, almost constantly initiated by Hiei. The Dark Tournament was a vicious, cruel game that in a way, exposed a softer side of Team Urameshi as a whole. How you all cared for one another. How you would all willingly fight a stadium full of monsters for one another. It a was a fast track way to bond for a pair of teammates that knew little to nothing of each other previous to boarding that boat and fighting to the death one round after another.

You couldn’t tell that anything had changed about him after the first match. You were bloodied, slightly concussed, and amped up by the adrenaline of having won your first fight. Bruises no doubt littered your entire body. Yusuke congratulated you with a rough pat on the back, his hand accidentally slapping against a particularly deep wound. You gave Kuwabara a half hug on your way back, his embrace gentler, but still sturdy with relief.

When your eyes broke contact with the healthy green grass you stamped beneath your feet, you met Hiei’s crimson eyes.

Almost like an accident, at first. How long had he been staring? His eyes quickly darted to the left, almost embarrassed to have been caught watching you. But why would that be unusual? You figured he was just still learning it was normal to care about his friends.

You instinctively stood beside him for the remainder of the fights. Not much conversation, both of your attention glued to the arena before you. Your shoulders feeling like magnets. More effort to distance yourself from his side than it took to stay there. Your eyes occasionally meeting when you dare to look from the fight to his face. Like he had been staring. A light pink dusting his cheeks when he’s caught in the act before he immediately looks away. Another complaint if you stare for too long.

If Kuwabara breathed too hard you never heard the end of it from Hiei. If a contestant took a misstep in the arena he had a corrective remark to make of it.

When your hand accidentally brushed his…he was silent. When your eyes met his in the middle of a group conversation…he was silent.

It wasn’t until one of your matches went sideways that he decided not to waste anymore time.

Feeling out powered. Out classed. Running out of ideas. Out of time… You thought you might really die in front of your friends and a stadium full of demons chanting, praying for more of your blood to spill on the pavement. Your vision gets blurry after losing enough blood. It’s like seeing through static. Lungs burning with exertion. Muscles freezing, locking in place. This is it, you think. This is death.

And Hiei’s voice breaks through the thick fog of your surrender.

“Fight, (y/n), fight!”

It’s by some miracle your opponent passes out seconds before you. You released a burst of energy, you don’t even know how, to knock them out of the ring and begin the count down. The sound of the announcer’s eager voice ringing in your eyes. One…two… staggering…and darkness.

The air conditioner makes a comforting noise in the darkness of the hotel room. It’s a gentle hum. Sometimes a staccato to disrupt the pattern. Before your eyes even open, a heavy pounding begins in your head. Aching all over. Body heavy with exhaustion. And yet…your body fights. Shooting up in bed. Tense and primed for violence. Your hands balled into fists as your eyes adjust to the dark hotel room…

“Hn, finally. You’ve been sleeping for hours.”

It’s Hiei. His voice stirring an unfamiliar warmth in your belly that relaxes your muscles, your fight or flight instincts taking a back seat to an entirely new set of instincts. Of warmth…of uncertainty. You fidget in the white linen bed they assigned to you and let out a deep sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. “Did we win?”

“Obviously.”

You haven’t dared to look at him yet, you hand encasing your face as your body adjusts to its surroundings. The bed dips with his weight as he comes to sit beside you, bringing a cool cup of water up to your lips and tipping it. Holding the glass as you sip and then gulp all the water within the glass. A bead of water escapes from your lips, drips down the side as Hiei retracts the glass.

Unbeknownst to you, he watches that little bead of water carefully. He watches your face carefully the same way he watched over you while you slept. Examining your breathing, dressing your wounds.. The moonlight bounces off the side of your cheek and casts a glow around your features. Features he worried he’d never see again. The face he saw bloodied and battered in the arena. The face he had secretly hoped he’d get to enjoy for years to come…

When you finally turn to look into his crimson eyes…he is electric… A live wire full of emotion and pain. Before either of you even realize, his hand is under your chin and pulling your face close into an innocent kiss. A press of his lips against yours, and moving fervently, desperately against yours until he opens his mouth and lets your taste in. Until he’s on top of you in bed, moving the sheets away from your body to feel you close. Until you’re gasping at the proximity. Until you’re wondering if you really did win that fight or maybe if you’ve descending into a blissful hell and hiei’s there to greet you with the most blissful sins imaginable.

No one notices for the rest of the tournament.

And, why would they? A life for death scenario each and every day. Never knowing whether or not you’d all finally make it home or if it’d be your last night on earth. Murdered in front of a live audience desperately cheering and hoping to see as much of a mess of your innards as possible.

You and Hiei made the most of it.

After everyone had fallen asleep. After everyone had made their way into their respective rooms. Whether it had been an exhaustive training day or an actual fight in the arena. You kept your door unlocked. Sometimes wandering through the halls of the hotel into his room, sometimes him seeking you out. Every touch of his calloused hands against your face. Every stolen glance or secret kiss. Every moment you had of darkness and peace after the tournament was indulged in between the two of you.

There were a few times you worried the secret would be given away. He didn’t like for anyone to stand too close to you. He didn’t like for you to volunteer for any fights, not if the four of them could handle it. It wouldn’t always be words or outward aggression he’d show to keep others away from you. Sometimes it was just an ominous energy emanating from him if someone else took the seat beside you. It took everything within his power not to drape an arm around you and tell his teammates flat out to back off. Don’t touch her. Don’t look at her. She’s mine…

Naturally, a part of you worried that it would all come to an end once the tournament was over. No matter how sad or distant it made you feel, you always welcomed the fire demon into your arms and into your heart whenever he made his presence known. Life was too short to waste time worrying about a future that might never come. Not when you already had everything you wanted in your arms.

Despite having made it all the way back home, you were pleasantly surprised when his affections didn’t stop then.

He still needed to see you. Still needed you in his arms. Still needed your lips and hips pressed against his. There was no one else but him. There was no one else but you. It was a bit hard to define the limits, but Hiei seemed to understand what you were. You were his. And he was yours. And that was enough for a demon from another world to understand.

Moments alone were easier to come by after the tournament. Hiei would seek you out whenever he felt like it, and the others were occupied with going back into the daily routines they held before. So when the team was called back together for another mission, you two were a bit out of practice in the sneaking around department.

The gang had been around each other almost every second during the last few days.

No alone time. No stolen kisses or quick pecks, not while the others were present and within sight. And every moment that Hiei had to go without your touch was another moment of growing agitation.

Kuwabara finally dozes off laying on the living room floor. The lights are dim in his family room, everyone had been strategizing hard for the next mission. Yusuke stretches his legs in front of him from where he leans against the couch, getting lost staring at the screen of his phone. Kurama stands stiffly before excusing himself for a light walk around the neighborhood.

You lock eyes with Hiei.

He gets up and disappears further into the house. You wait a few minutes. Eyes darting between the two boys in the room. Both tired and both not paying any attention. You finally stand and follow Hiei into an empty bedroom.

The room is dark, and the door closes behind you before your eyes even adjust to the darkness and register his presence.

It's his hand at your waist you recognize before finally meeting his crimson gaze. Your hand naturally drifts up to his cheek, cupping his face the way you've done dozens of times before.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't need to. Not when his body already fills the silence. I need you. I miss you. I need you closer. I need your touch...

When his lips finally press against yours, his kiss is heated and desperate and heavy with wanting. Wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring your familiar taste and claiming you the way he had been dying to for so many days in a row.

Click.

The doorknob clicks open and the door bumps into the wall as it swings open. "Oh my god."

Hiei had instinctively gripped you tighter at the sound, pulling you close with one arm as his other hand gripped the handle of his sword.

A move which he instantly regretted, given the sight.

"Oh my god!" Yusuke points with a devilish grin, laughing at the unexpected discovery, "Are you two dating?! Hiei, you dog!"

Hiei grimaces at the detective's discovery. His grip on you only slightly loosening as he turns to threaten Yusuke. "Shut up you idiot."

"Oh my god, how did we not notice?! How long has this been going on for?!"

The discovery is entertaining enough for Yusuke to go on and on, only for Kuwabara to wake up and barge in and the entire secret is exposed. On the one hand, it's a bit of relief that you two won't have to sneak around the gang anymore. On the other, it's a relentless barrage of jokes and euphemisms while the two dummies come to terms with the discovery. At least Hiei won't be as agitated during the team meetings anymore, if he somehow manages not to kill one of them before the night's over.

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#hiei x reader #hiei x you #hiei yyh #hiei fanfic #hiei drabble #I’m still not sure if I like the way I did the ending #ngl I think the best stuff was written when I was drunk why does sober me sound not as good 😭😭 #anyways !

[sexy-sea-basss]

Thinking about how the ghouls would wrap presents

Aurora- Girlie can’t wrap for shit. Little gremlin she is. She’s too chaotic, too excited haha or she’ll put em random ass bags and calls it a day.

Mountain- very neutral, natural wrapping. He’ll put their favorite flower as the “name tag”

Cumulus- pro wrapper, handmade bows and all. she picks a specific wrapping paper for each ghoul.

Rain- Elegant. I feel like he would wrap them in different shades of blue.

#ah #i’m excited for christmas #will complete later when i either get more alcohol or am sober #im also drunk so here we are #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #cumulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #ghoul headcanons #luci writes

[st-hedge]

One from the not everything needs to be posted archives but I just wanna say I love shading in red so much like woof bark what a good colour

#dmc #when im sober I’m gonna panic and delete this #@ sober me: u bogus dick HA

[yolexxx]

Aftermath of yesterdays ep

Monty: we went a little crazy

Sun: g o o d 📸

ref

#Moon def doesn’t know abt the instant sober button #Sun’s keeping this as blackmail fs #flat colored as shit but I’m learning😭 #tsams #sun and moon show #tsams sun #tsams moon #tsams monty #mgafs monty #refs from pinterest #YoLex

[highways-are-liminal-spaces]

i know it kind of looks like sad pink sludge but my rhubarb sauce has cardamom and ginger and just a bit of cayenne in it and i’m eating it drizzled over ice cream right now and my life may never be the same

#i’m also not entirely sober but that’s neither here nor there

[morganski-19]

Things I Won't Say When I'm Sober: Part Two

part 1, part 3

“Ok, dingus I’m back from the bathroom so Eddie can get out and you can tell me your- Why are you two sitting so close?” 

Steve sits up abruptly, breaking the bubble he and Eddie had. “We weren’t.”

He feels the need to scoot away, to hide the fact that he and Eddie were close. As if someone walked into the room and found them cuddling, or kissing. Needing to not be associated with whatever moment they were just having before. 

Disgust fills Steve with the thought. He’s never had that reaction to anyone he’s dated before. If anything, he would purposely make it seem like they were having a moment, make it clear that he was interested. But now that seems to be the last thing that he wants. Like he is ashamed of his feelings for Eddie. 

Which he isn’t, most of the time at least. There are moments were he thinks that he’s wrong. Moments where he is so sure that he’s just making it all up. That is definitely straight and this is all just something else that Steve can’t quite explain. Even though the only explanation that would explain this is that he has a crush. Now it’s become less of a reaction, but sometimes the fear slinks back in. 

So he runs away sometimes, because of the fear. The fear that this is the thing that will finally break him. That these feelings will destroy the friendship that he and Eddie have built over the last few months. He’d never thought they’d get close to begin with. But what started with sitting in the hospital room for days on end, needing to make sure that Eddie made it turned into one of the best friendships of his life, only behind Robin. He’d hate to ruin that because of some stupid feelings. 

Except they weren’t stupid. They were probably the most real thing that Steve’s felt for a long time. 

Robin squints her eyes suspiciously at Steve. “Ok,” she drags out. “Just looked closer than when I left or something.” She walks back over to Steve, stumbling a bit as she sits down. “I’m tired,” she mumbles as she slumps onto Steve’s shoulder. 

“We can go if you want,” Steve responds. 

Eddie laughs. “Like I’m letting you drive right now. You’re staying here.”

“No, it’s fine I can drive us home.”

“Steve you just spent the last ten minutes giggling over some secret that you can’t tell me. Tell me that you’re in a state to drive right now.”

“Don’t forget about the hair,” Robin mutters, half asleep already.

Eddie springs up, leaning into Steve’s space. “And you played with my hair and called it soft.”

“You only have one bed,” Steve says anyway, very poorly trying to fight his way out of this. 

Eddie dramatically rolls his eyes. “So, one of you shares it with me, and the other sleeps on the couch. Or you both take the bed and boot me to the couch.”

“Like I’m ever laying a hand on that bed without a comforter over it. We all saw the stains,” Robin states. Steve’s fate is sealed, and there’s no getting out of it. 

“It’s a new mattress,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “The old one got destroyed in the quake.”

“My point still stands.”

“So me and Stevie take the bed and you go sleep on the couch then.”

Steve looks at the ground, playing with the carpet again. “I could just sleep on the floor,” he suggests as a last line of hope. 

“No, you won’t. My bed is big enough for two people, I’m not letting you ruin your back by sleeping on the floor.”

“But it’s soft,” he says without thinking. 

Robin snorts. “Like Eddie’s hair?”

Steve bursts out into giggles again. “His hair was very soft.”

“And this is why I’m not letting you drive. Come on Buckley, I’ll get you set up on the couch.” Eddie stands and extends a hand to help Robin up. She takes it and the two leave the room. 

Steve groans, falling back onto the floor and covering his face with his hands. He can’t believe that he’s about to do this. He wishes that him and Robin were the ones sharing the bed, it’s not like they’ve done it a million times before. Both too ridden from nightmares to sleep alone and it became so much easier to share a bed to calm the other of a nightmare. But now it’s different. Now it isn’t his best friend that is next to him, but the one person he wishes it were the most. 

He won’t lie to himself and say he hasn’t thought about this before. About what it would be like if he and Eddie shared a bed. Under what circumstances, that changed depending on the scenario. But sometimes it was like this. Just laying next to each other, slowly falling asleep. Sometimes in each other's arms, sometimes just comfortable knowing the other person is there. What would it be like in real life?

It would be figured out tonight, he guesses. He only hoped that it wouldn’t make things worse. That he wouldn’t act on all of the things he tried so hard to keep hidden. That they would wake up in the positions that they fell asleep in and not in each other's arms. Not that he thinks his sleep self would be able to do that, but more that his arms and legs wouldn’t become entangled in Eddie’s.

Just one night. He could survive that. Then he could return to normal and forget that this ever existed. That he never even let it slip that he had something to tell Robin and that he never shared a bed with Eddie at all. 

Eddie comes back into the room and opens a drawer, rustling around until he throws a pair of sweats at Steve’s face. “So you don’t have to sleep in jeans,” he muttered before pulling out another pair for himself. 

“Thanks,” Steve says, getting up and heading for the door, sweatpants in hand. Normally he’d be comfortable changing with someone else in the room, but he can’t trust himself to catch himself staring. He’d barely been able to do it all night. 

“Where’re you going,” Eddie yawns.

“Bathroom.” Eddie nods in response and Steve closes the door. 

He wanders down the hallway to the bathroom. Quickly changing, he looks at himself in the mirror. The high is starting to wear off but the signs still linger. His hair is a mess from laying on the floor but he doesn’t care to fix it, it’s just going to get messed up anyway. Rinsing his mouth out with water, he makes his way out of the bathroom. 

Peaking into the living room, he finds Robin all curled up on the couch. “Steve,” she mutters, blinded by the bathroom light. 

He patters over to the couch, “Yeah it’s me.”

“What’d you need to tell me, we’re alone now,” she slurs out, trying to fight off sleep. 

Steve doesn’t even know why he said anything. He had planned on telling her, sure. But now, when Eddie was in the room, that was stupid. But there was something about the moment and just seeing her there and feeling safe that made him want to tell her. Even if he regretted it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. 

“I’ll tell you in the morning, it’s not that important.”

Robin glares at him in the dark. “Then why couldn’t Eddie know about it then?”

“It was sort of about him,” he sighs, promising to tell her more when his mind is clearer. 

“Oh,” Robin responds, giving him a strange look he can’t decipher. 

“Yeah, oh. Just get some sleep, I’ll tell you about it later. Promise.”

He turns around and starts to head back to the room when Robin calls out, “Love you, dingus.”

“Love you too, Rob,” he whispers over his shoulder. 

Walking into the room he finds Eddie pulling down the sheets of the bed, changed into his pajamas. Without saying anything, he crawls into bed, gesturing to the empty space beside him for Steve. He left the side not pressed up against the wall, knowing that Steve likes to have easy access out of the bed. It was something that Steve never had to say, Eddie just noticed. 

He takes one last breath before crawling in bed next to Eddie, and tried to fall asleep.

another part coming soon!!

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #ficlet #smoking #getting together #but not yet #angst #pining #things i wont say when i’m sober

[asmoreous]

Holidays have been serving me well. Fatter than ever <3

Hey all! Been a bit. I apologize for my absence. I’ve had a lot going on. I had to quit my main job in order to keep up with everything, especially with finals and the end of semester. Which sucks cuz low on money haha. Thankfully I’ve had plenty of snacks and goodies to gorge myself on while studying!~ I have an absolutely wonderful feeder/partner now who’s been keeping me stuffed to the gills and smoking constantly throughout every essay I’ve written. I’ve managed to break my plateau and thanks to them I’ve been simply ballooning up with each passing day. Just earlier I was struggling to button up some pants that I SWEAR fit like 2 months ago… I can’t be getting THAT fat can I?

#feedee belly #fat belly #queer feedee #round belly #fat boy #feed me #queer feedism #they want to keep me in bed high and eating all winter 👉👈 #guys I’m about to get SO fat #I don’t think I’ve had a single sober day lol #getting bigger #big boy