Stebon Oneshots

Lightweight

"Are you alright, bud? I thought you said drinking wasn't your thing?" Steve looked into the glassy eyes of his best friend.

"Issst nottt." was the slurred response.

"And yet you still drank five shots to try and out do Ellum, which by the way you still lost. The odds aren't in your favour it seems."

Apollo rolled his eyes and Steve thought he fell unconscious but the ginger muttered under his breath. A horrid warlock spell placed on Steve's sex life no doubt.

Leading his drunk friend into the kitchen, Steve rummaged through his glass cabinet to give water to Apollo.

Maybe it'll detoxicate him.

Taking small sips, Steve watched for a couple minutes of the other streamer slowly finish the water. At first he found it amusing but then Steve got bored and decided to eat some bread.

Dumb move.

A shattering sound made him spin, jagged glass shards covering his floors, all while a confused Apollo awkwardly gaped.

"Sorryyy.." he said innocently. "I thought it wass on the table forr ssure and when I let go... crash! Sorry, Steve."

The brunette could tell the apology was genuine and although he was pissed that he had to clean up the mess, his friend's little sound effects made him grin.

"Remind me to never give you a glass cup again."

"Dudeeeee, seriouslyy, it was the table." Apollo said in desperation, not grabbing the sarcasm.

"The table? Okay, now that's just absolute sh-"

"Can I have bread?"

"What?"

The ginger pointed at the loaf in Steve's hand. Upon understanding his friend's request, the sober streamer profusely shook his head.

"Hell no, man. Your bead rights have been taken away!"

"WHAT, NOOOOOOO." wailed Apollo.

"You know what, time for bed, bud. If you throw up tonight, I swear you'll find your equipment severely deformed."

Apollo gave him a serious look. "Too far, not the streaming gear, Steve."

"Yeah, okay, I'll play nice."

Without getting too much in the way, Apollo left his friend to clean up by himself (so kind of him) and insisted for the couch which Steve was not opposed to whatsoever.

Throwing off the uncomfortable pillows that inhabited the sofa, Apollo lay rigid with a single blanket on top.

Steve came out of his bedroom with more covers and burst out laughing at his friend lying almost lifeless. It reminded him of a dead corpse.

"I'm cold." snarked the vertical, agitated Apollo.

"And I'm sober. You look like you're ready to leave."

"I can't wait to."

"Burn in hell, ginger, the door's open." That wasn't true, he locked it so his friend wouldn't randomly leave during the night.

They wrapped up their banter with "good nights" and Steve was glad that he wasn't a lightweight.

He heard a knock on the door at around 2am and groggily rubbing his eyes, he opened to a blank-faced Apollo.

"Can I use your toilet? I need to drop the most diabolical turd of my life."

Scratching his jaw turned into massaging of his nose bridge, Steve sighed, opening his door further.

After his friend rushing to the bathroom and hearing explosive noises behind the door, Steve groaned in misery and hoped he wouldn't have to call a plumber.

Never again will I keep him get drunk.

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545 words

Thought I'd finish writing this piece, the first oneshot I've published for like 2 years. I know lots has changed, haven't watched a single stream since 2022. I miss it, I miss watching them. But I still love them the same.

Sorry I wasn't active like at all the last year, been busy with studies and work. Can't wait for the year ahead. Maybe I'll even write more stuff, who knows?

Welp, that's me.

Out.