#a little wine-drunk.

[jynersq]

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[tvictrix]

My turn!!!

Spin The Wheel for a Star Trek TOS era character :P

Please leave who you got in the tags and what you are... doing to them

[thefreakandthehair]

a little fluff for @starrystevie's birthday! hope it's the absolute best day! ✨

Eddie misses Steve.

It's equal parts cute, and maybe a little pitiful because it's only three days in Chicago for his friend's Bachelor Party, but it's already been two days and he misses Steve. Bandit digs his claws into Eddie's thigh as he makes biscuits and begs for pets, curling up comfortably next to Eddie's lap and leaving Steve's side of the couch overwhelmingly cold and empty.

"I know, kid. I know," Eddie coos, scratching their cat behind the left ear as he purrs.

He's glad that Steve had been able to get the time off from work to go, and he's glad that Steve's made friends on his recreational basketball league, and he's not jealous. At all. Not even a little bit.

... Okay, maybe he is a little bit jealous that Brandon gets to see him sweaty and gross in the June heat, running around doing whatever jock-activity they've planned in the backyard of their rented house all weekend, but who can blame him? Steve never gives him a reason to feel insecure so he knows this isn't about Steve. It's not rooted in anything even remotely related to him or their relationship— it's all about Eddie and the nasty voice in the back of his head that pulls out a bullhorn and screams not good enough on a loop.

Condensation from the beer in his free hand drips down his wrist as he rests his elbow on the arm of the couch. It's not the first time he's felt this way, and Steve himself has admitted to feeling the same way from time to time, so he knows that it'll pass. He just needs to focus on something else: DND campaign planning, sketching, writing, cracking out the ol' guitar. He could rewatch Howard the Duck for the hundredth time, or maybe even Labyrinth—

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Eddie's phone buzzes on the coffee table and he fully expects it to be Gareth or Jeff, or maybe Robin. They have plans later that night, both of them missing Steve and all. What he doesn't expect is a series of text messages and 19 photos from Steve.

How funny. It's been five years since they'd become EddieandSteve but seeing Steve's name and smiling photo on his phone sets his little hummingbird heart aflutter even still.

steve 👑: it's so goddamn hot here steve 👑: we're playing cornhole now and just threw a football around steve 👑: sweating all the beer and vodka out as a I go, that's healthy, right? don't worry, I'm drinking a shit ton of water.

Steve includes a selfie of himself, smiling closed-lipped with a baseball cap on backwards and the neck of his tee-shirt drenched in sweat. Eddie wants to lick him dry and that's a thought he'll never tell a living soul, probably not even Steve. No, no definitely not Steve. He'll never live that one down.

steve 👑: oh, and fishing was good! we made some bets on who could catch the most and then who could catch the biggest. I tied for first place for the biggest and I caught 17. brandon got 20 so he won that bet. I'm only letting it go because it's his bachelor party lmao

Eddie swipes to the next photo, one of Steve and Brandon holding their two biggest catches. Steve's sunglasses are sliding down his nose, no doubt from the sun warming his glistening skin, and he's smiling wide against the railing of a boat. As much as he misses him, Eddie can't help but mirror his smile. Call him lovesick or 'down bad', as Robin says, but seeing Steve happy makes him happy.

He continues swiping and reading the little blurb attached to each photo, some of which don't even include Steve but Eddie appreciates them all the same. They don't include Steve, but it feels a lot like Steve trying include Eddie in the weekend. The last picture is one of the entire group, all dozen or so guys lined up on the ship. Brandon stands in the center surrounded by the rest of the group with Steve shuffled in no meaningful spot but to Eddie, Steve is the center of every photo, every moment, everything.

Eddie starts to type a response when his phone dings again. This time, Steve sends a voice message and Eddie presses play so quickly, he nearly knocks poor Bandit off his lap.

Hey, takin' a break from cornhole. I won, by the way, had to make up for losing to Brandon in the fishing bet.

Steve laughs and Eddie's stomach flips. Robin's right. He's down very, very bad for this man.

But I just uh, I miss you, and I know maybe that's sorta lame but I do. The party's great and all, but I can't wait to get back home tomorrow. Tell the kid I said hi. I love you, Ed.

He replays it a few times and shamelessly taps Keep so it doesn't disappear before sending his own voice message.

It's no more lame than me sitting here with Bandit sharing how much we miss you, so you get a pass. I mean, you get a pass on everything all the time, but don't let that go to your pretty head, okay? I'm so fucking glad you're having fun and sowing your jocky oats, but selfishly, I can't wait for you to get home. I'll make it worth your while.

He huffs air through his nose and laughs low in his throat.

Oh, and Robin's coming by in a little bit so I'm gonna grab a bottle of wine. Don't be surprised if you get a FaceTime call later. I love you too, Stevie. So goddamn much.

Eddie sure does miss Steve, but it stings a little less knowing that Steve misses him, too.

[howdoyousleep3]

Please vote today

[murdrdocs]

Calling Gregory from Abbott Elementary drunk. Ik he’d take good care of me, Sunshine, I just know it 🙂‍↕️ (never had alcohol I my life)

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ohhh okay cool yeah rlly normal abt this.

hes pretending to be inconvenienced for literally a second before hes melting and feeding into your antics. hes rlly strict about it all too. "no im not hanging up until i'm there" when you call him. "no we're not hanging up until i can see you," when he drives all the way in town to pick you up. which, it's not really a far drive. he wasn't doing much anyway, he tells you. even though he was clearly ready for bed—sweatshirt, durag, plaid pajama pants, and running sneakers that look out of place in the ensemble.

you were just going to uber home but you made the mistake of telling him that you would be alone as your friends continued the bar crawl (there was karaoke night at some bar but they couldn't remember which one so this would be happening for a while). but now he's your knight in shining armor making sure you're buckled up and asking if you're too warm or too cold in the car.

and as soon as you're at your place, he's getting everything ready. giving you a glass of water and hangover medicine because he "doesnt wanna hear your complaints tomorrow morning" (he's just worried). a gentle hand in the center of your back as he leads you to the bathroom and his eyes roll when you make some sexual joke about the two of you (but he's getting a little warm thinking about it).

"you know if you don't take your makeup off you're gonna be complaining all day tomorrow about having a breakout."

so he supervises you, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you half ass your routine. when you offer to do his skincare too, words slurring a little less than before, he denies, telling you he's already done his.

and then he makes sure you're tucked in bed wearing pajamas. it's late now and he doesn't mind driving back to his place at this hour, but his heart jumps for joy a bit when you plead for him to stay with you. he verbally reasons that it's best to be off of the road this late anyway as he slips under the covers with you, sweatshirt thrown across the room to reveal his white undershirt.

[veryimportantloser]

Hiii, sorry I don't post pics very often, I rarely feel confident enough to take them, much less post them on here. I appreciate the love in my asks, tho 💕 I was feeling really good last night, thought I'd share a little

[evecallum]

Obsessed with Karim and Miyana just casually drinking in like every leisure scene we see them in. A lot could be explained if it turned out they were just really fucked up in s6

[newborn-vessel]

The Universe's silliest guy: Suffrin

[faustiandevil]

Guess whose birthday are it!! It my very real dad, Béla’s!! Happy 142 papa~!!

Watch out for the beast that lurks behind and tries to steal your cake. Oscar no this is not about you. Stop being naughty.

[deklo]

ate at a restaurant that is probably the closest i’ll ever get to the bear levels of fancy and it was incredible…

[meangirlstobin]

same picture…

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Oversized Hoodie

It wasn't fair.

Harry had no defense. There was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable tide of emotions rising in his chest and stomach.

The urge to squish, and touch, and hold was too overwhelming for him to do anything other than stare.

Draco Malfoy was already more adorable than Harry could stand most days and the sight of him curled up on the end of the couch in the 8th year common room, dozing in an oversized hoodie that almost reached his knees was just too much.

The books in his arms clattered to the floor and Draco's head snapped up, "I'm awake!" he blurted, "Potions exam!" Then he blinked blearily up at Harry, "What?" he asked dazedly.

"Sorry," Harry said, licking his lips. Then instead of making up a lie, his mouth overrode his brain and he blurted, "You just look so cute.”

"I-"

"Sorry," he blurted, clapping a hand over his mouth.

Draco smiled, slow and soft, “say you’re not a dream.”

He huffed a laugh, “if I was a dream, I think that I’d be a little less of a mess,” he said, gesturing to his school supplies scattered across the floor.

“Oh, I don’t know. You’re usually a bit of a mess in my dreams,” he replied. “It’s rather adorable, if I’m being honest.”

Harry laughed and shook his head, “what else am I like in your dreams?”

He tilted his head in a way that vaguely reminded Harry of Luna in an endearing sort of way. “Usually flirting with me badly and teasing me, but in a charming way.”

“Are you sure you’re not confusing your dreams with real life?” Harry asked, scratching the back of his neck.

Draco laughed, a soft, little giggle. “You don’t flirt with me.”

“Not well, anyway,” Harry grumbled.

“Do you know what you don’t ever actually do in my dreams?” he asked, looking up at Harry under his eyelashes.

“What?”

“You never kiss me,” he said. “Sometimes you come close but,” he shrugged, “I always wake up.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked, heart thundering like mad in his chest.

Draco nodded, eyes drifting shut.

He took a deep breath and stepped closer, leaning down and touching his lips to Draco’s, just a soft press that left his body reeling.

Gasping, Draco reached up and cupped Harry’s cheeks, fingers still swallowed up by the sweatshirt and pressed their lips together again. “You’re still here,” Draco murmured against his lips.

Harry nodded, mouth brushing over Draco’s, noses bumping softly together. “Told you I was real.” He opened his eyes to find Draco already looking at him, blinking like he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

"Well," he said. "If that's the case, and if you want to, why don't you come sit on the sofa with me and kiss me some more."

He laughed, breathless and a little disbelieving as he crawled onto the sofa next to Draco and kissed him again, lips trailing over the other boy's softly as they explored each other's mouths, their hands lighting on one another's shoulders, waists, necks, and cheeks.

They kissed until the door to the common room banged open and a group of students came crashing in. There was a long pause where it felt like all of the sound had been sucked out of the room. Draco looked at Harry and Harry looked at Draco, and they could feel the weight of everyone else's eyes on them.

And then all of the noise rushed in and the students who'd been entering began cheering and shouting, and Harry watched, completely besotted, as Draco's cheeks flushed crimson and he smiled bashfully at Harry and the other students.

"I like you," Harry whispered when all of the noise died down and the other students started to head off to their dorms, gently teasing the two of them.

Draco grinned, "I like you too," he said before he started yawning.

After a long moment of staring at a very sleepy looking Draco he spoke again. "You should go to bed," Harry said, bumping their noses together.

"Come see me in the morning?" he asked softly.

Harry nodded, "Yeah. Of course."

"I'll probably think it was a dream," Draco said as he moved back so he could stand without bumping Harry over.

He laughed, "It's not, I promise," he said, standing too and taking Draco's hand in his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "Can I walk you to your room."

"What a gentleman," Draco teased, but he was grinning widely at Harry, looking as besotted as Harry felt.

He walked him up the staircase and stopped outside of Draco's door, "Sweet dreams."

Draco leaned in and kissed his cheek, "they're always sweet when they're of you."

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[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

OH MY GOSH

GHOAP BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU

JOSEPH IS CHIP

[maxgicalgirl]

Oh Cecil Palmer I would be delighted if you were always right next to me only inches from my face mwah xoxo

[brw]

I will make every marvel scientist a transgender woman slowly but surely in the name of feminism.

[sunsetdesire]

he's in your dms, I just shared wine with tony hawk, we are NOT THE SAME