sth oneshots

idk what to call this lol

[14.12.2024] → 17:41p.m.

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Sonic opened the door, gesturing dramatically for Shadow to stumble into.

Shadow walked unsteadily, his steps swaying and drifting as he murmured.

"Okay, stop it. You're literally drunk," Sonic chuckled as Shadow hit the armrest of the sofa, and folded on it.

He closed and locked the door, hanging the key up while shuffling off his coat.

"Go to bed."

"I'm tired of tabking eeyur cocck," Shadow blurted, worming his way to lay on his stomach on his sofa, "It's so biiigggg."

Sonic rolled his eyes, "What? We can take a break. Now sleep. You'll throw up on me if I carry you up," he patted Shadow gently, before walking over to the kitchen.

Shadow huffed, "Nooo," he whined, his mind plagued by liquor, "I wanto ddo ybou," he babbled, "don't you.,.,. whant to try?"

Sonic grabbed a glass, "Uh, no. We haven't even talked about it yet."

"You tol me yu likedf spontaneous!" he hissed, his eyes blinking individually, "jus disf oneeccerd..."

Sonic was tempted, but he wasn't sure if Shadow might kill him the next morning. The muscle aches that came with being the supposed pleasure giver was bad, and it'd be worse for Shadow.

Sonic poured Shadow a glass of warm water, "Fine," he murmured, feeling a little irritated at the scent of alcohol reeking from Shadow every time they went out for a dinner.

Shadow took the glass messily, "aww..... d-really?"

Sonic gave him a look, "You need to stop drinking whenever we eat out with friends. It's kinda irritating," he narrowed his eyes, though he knew communicating with Shadow while he was drunk to the ends of the earth was futile.

So he felt stupid.

"...Whatever. Drink up and find me in the bedroom. And whatever you do, don't throw up on the carpets. I'm sick of cleaning up your messes after you get drunk."

By the time Sonic was upstairs, Shadow was stumbling around the floorboards, stepping on the specific one that everyone seemed to find in the dark but not the light. 

Sonic had stripped down, reapplied his bandages, seeing how his wounds were almost completely healed. He wrapped it around himself, hissing at the adhesive. He breathed, tearing the excess gauze off and tossing it into the trash. He washed his face, adjusting himself to fit snug in the bandage that wrapped around his chest.

He was brushing his teeth when Shadow pushed the door open.

"You're not in t heee bed ..,..," Shadow pointed an accusatory finger at Sonic, his body wobbling.

Sonic nodded, "I'm brushing my teeth," he halted his pending routine to reply, talking a little weirdly as he prevented the toothpaste from foaming out of his mouth.

Shadow whined, storming out of the bathroom and falling into the bed, leaving a Shadow shaped dent in the sheets.

The next day, Shadow woke up late. His head pounded painfully, and his body felt weak.

Groaning quietly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, his vision blurry and swimming.

He tried to push himself into a sitting position, his legs shaking beneath him and his chest felt tight. He let out a small whine, slowly pushing himself to sit upright.