#but im not mad about it

[strangersteddierthings]

Jealousy Looks Different On You

Title wonderfully suggested by @shoujo-wizard! Thanks so much because I was struggling to title this.

[Part One] ✨ [Part Two] ✨ [You Are Here] ✨ [Final Part]

It is not often in Eddie's life that he's left without words. So rare it is that Eddie can remember them all and tally them on one hand.

The first was when his mom died. He was so at a loss for words that he didn't speak for over a month, too lost in grief. And looking back on it older and wiser, a little bit was him knowing that it wouldn't have mattered if he'd spoke, his dad wasn't around to answer.

The second was when Wayne got The Call from his dad, when Wayne had to tell Eddie that he was going to be moving in with him permanently. That his dad wasn't coming back 'round for a long time.

The third was the first time a guy kissed him. Eddie was eighteen and had just learned he wasn't going to graduate the first time. He'd gone to Indy, ending up in gay bar that clocked his fake ID and wouldn't sell him alcohol but did let him in so he could be surrounded by other queers for the first time in his life. Eddie'd ended up in conversation with a guy old enough to drink and when he'd kissed Eddie there were no words, just a surprised gasp and then more kissing.

The fourth time (and this one is arguable due to him being in shock) was when Steve, Dustin, Robin, and Max had found him in the boathouse. It had taken him a while to find his voice before he could answer Dustin and learn that monsters are real.

So, Eddie is not left speechless often. Eddie's usual response is to get defensive, loud, or angry. Sometimes (most times) all three. He'd been rapidly approaching loud and angry until Steve shut him up with a quick list of how exactly Eddie fucked up.

Fucked up before he'd even had a real chance.

God damn him and his stupid fucking mouth! If he could go back and slap 21-year-old him in the back of the head, he would. He'd smack him good and then grab his shoulders and shaking him while screaming for him to shut up shut up shut up you are ruining your chances with Steve, and you don't even know it!

He can't go back, though. He can't unsay and unsay and unsay all the stupid, useless bullshit he's spewed over the years trying to throw Steve off course. Because that's what he was doing. Time and time again, finding guys who looked nothing like Steve to get his rocks off with, waxing lyrical about the ideal partner for him being as far from Steve as possible.

Eddie knows that's what he was doing because he stopped talking about it all so much when Steve, quiet and hesitant and shy for the first time ever since Eddie's known him, had come out to him. He wouldn't make eye contact, instead telling the wall behind Eddie 'I, uh, I've been learning new things every day, living here with you and Robin, and I. I, uh, I've learned new things about myself, too. Things that I think were... were always there but I was scared to look at for too long. But, um, because of you and Robin, I don't think I'm scared anymore,' and then Steve looked him right in the eye and said, 'I'm queer, too. I like girls, still, but also guys.'

God. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, that should have given it away! That Steve, nervous and fucking shy had made eye contact with him to come out. Like it was important that Eddie hear it and know it. And Eddie...

Jesus fuck, all his stupid, idiot, dumb-as-fuck past self had done was nod and say 'cool' before promptly changing the subject. At the time, Eddie had written off the look on Steve's face as Eddie bombing the Supportive Friend Response but now he sees it clearly for what it was.

Is.

Eddie breaking Steve's heart for the first time. Instead of giving any indication of liking Steve, Eddie'd all but solidified to him how disinterested Steve already thought Eddie was. Steve had said 'I like girls, still, but also guys' and only now can Eddie see that Steve meant 'I like girls, still, but also you.'

Eddie can see it all with this new knowledge adding perspective. Eddie had dug his own grave trying to hide how in love with Steve he was that he dug too far. So far that it worked. Why would Steve bother to tell Eddie he loved him when all Eddie had done was tattoo a clear and plain 'You aren't what I want and never will be' right across Steve's heart.

And now...

Now Eddie's sitting on a couch that used to be theirs. Could still be theirs if Eddie wasn't such a fucking coward all those years ago.

Instead, what is really happening is he's sitting on Steve's couch, crying silently, as he mourns what they could have been, should have been. And Steve's still standing before him, looking all the more uncertain and worried the longer Eddie's silent.

It takes all of Eddie's willpower to open his mouth and force out words. "I'm so fucking sorry, Steve. I-I'm so sorry."

Steve's brows scrunch, the space between them furrowing, and Eddie is struck with the same desire he always has when Steve's face does that. He wants to reach out and sooth it with his thumb, kiss it away.

"I should have- should've been more honest," Eddie says and his words feel as hollow as the tone of his voice. "You're right. I should have said something. Shit, I've basically spent our entire friendship sprouting lies so you wouldn't see the truth and it's fucked it all up."

Steve frowns at him, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides but he doesn't speak. In fact, he hasn't said much at all. His one rant was short but succinct and even though Eddie wants to hear his voice, wants Steve to sooth his guilt by accepting Eddie's apology, he knows it's too soon.

How can he possibly expect Steve to tell him he's forgiven when he's been unintentionally hurting him for at least five years?

Eddie looks down to his shoes and finally finds the strength to lift his hands, to wipe away the tears that streak down his cheeks. He shoves the heel of his palms into his eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting his hands drop as he breaths out. Once he feels a bit more put together, he looks back up at Steve, who is still standing awkwardly in his own living room, looking unsure.

"Have I been... hurting you this whole time?" Eddie asks, even though he's sure of the answer and hates himself for it.

"Yes," Steve says slowly, "and no. It's not that simple. I knew I wasn't what you wanted, it's not like you... strung me along or promised me anything. I hurt myself wanting you, but I couldn't stop."

Eddie lets out a whimpering sound. "No! Don't you get it? That's not- Steve, you are the one I wanted, want, more than anything else."

Steve's face twists again, angry and hurt.

Eddie rushes to continue. "I know it doesn't seem like it. I know. Because I hid it, Steve. I hid it so well that you believed the lies. That you believe what I wanted was everything you," Eddie's throat fills thick and it's hard to speak but he has to say the words, even though he hates the thought; hates that Steve thought it, "was everything you weren't and that's a lie."

Steve scoffs, a quiet and angry thing. "I don't know if you remember but we lived in this apartment together for eight years. Eight years of having to hear just how much you wanted whatever the guy of the week was giving you. These walls are thin."

Eddie does remember. Of course he does. The glares Robin would shoot him for disrupting her sleep and how Steve would rib him about having a fun night. He also remembers the change that came once Steve had come out to them. How Robin's glares turned from annoyance to actual anger. How Steve stopped teasing him and never met his eye the mornings after.

"I do enjoy kink," Eddie clarifies, because it's true, "particularly BDSM. But Steve, please, you have to believe me. I'd give it all up if it meant having you."

Steve sighs, like Eddie's said the exact thing he thought he would and wishes he hadn't. "I believe that you believe that."

God, Eddie's really, really, fucked this up. "I do believe that! What is all of, of that," he waves his hand in the air, a need to move something but unable to stand from the couch that could have still been theirs, "compared to you? The person I trust more than anyone else in the world? The person I'll never have to hide the occasional nightmare from because you already understand? Who knows all there is to know about me and still-" he skips over his words here, fearful that the truth might have changed between the bar and here, "-still loves me anyway?"

He watches Steve' Adams apple bob as he swallows before speaking. "I'll always love you, Eddie. That will never be the issue. It's just... what if love's not enough?"

And now, Eddie pleads, "but what if it is?"

-

For the timeline here, since I know have decided on one is this: Season 4 happened but Eddie lived and was cleared of charges but still had to get outta Hawkins ASAP. Steve, Robin, and Eddie shared an apartment in Chicago while Robin when to college. Robin lived with them for the 4 years she was in college and then an additional two until she got a serious girlfriend and they moved in together. Steve and Eddie, now 26 and 27, continued to live together until Eddie and his new band finally got their break when Eddie was 29. Eddie moved to LA then at the request of the label and Steve's stayed in that original Chicago apartment since. Steve is currently 31 and Eddie is 32.

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[junefiress]

irving and fields have the opportunity to do the funniest thing in severance history

[anthoneus]

I HAVE THOUGHTS!

I have thoughts about the finale and I would usually have waited to be able to make sense of them but I can’t wait so here you go void.

*SPOILERS ARE MENTIONED*

I’m highly convinced that somewhere along the way we’re going to see a bit of a redemption of Alastor somewhere down the line.

Maybe not for his overall character, but specifically in how he views people. Or the people around him specifically.

I definitely think he’s already starting to change how he views the other residents of the hotel. He implied heavily to Nifty that he could see himself growing fond of them and states that he enjoyed seeing the connections they made with each other. Seeing as how he’s fond of Nifty its not really hard to think that the same could happen with the others.

What really solidified it for me though was him giving his microphone to Charlie twice. He’s seen without it sure, but he’s never been seen giving it to someone and when you remember that its been stated that his microphone is a part of him physically, that its an extension of him? That its always with him, even if we can’t see it? Alastor literally gave a piece of himself to Charlie.

And when you pair all that up with his verse in the radio tower in the finale?

“Great Alastor altruist died for his friends”

Now I can’t hear so I have subtitles on almost always, so this line being in quotations kinda made me think that he was either freaking out about seeming like a kind person who was losing his edge or that this was something he had planned but the look on his face was saying something completely different.

That is the face of a man who is freaking the fuck out because of what his attachment to this hotel, and most likely the people in it, almost cost him. This is him slipping, he is losing control and he can’t figure out how to stop.

As a matter of fact, him slipping throughout that portion of the song tells me that these people are changing him and he’s not exactly happy about it. He’s always shown in control, even when he was facing Lucifer. He never let it show on his face how much the guy was bothering him. I think his want for freedom so he can pull the strings himself is a legitimate want of his but one could argue that it could just be him wanting to be in control of his own autonomy 100%. It’s a theme we see pretty often in media, the ones with no control desperately desire to be the controller.

Individually these all seem like small insignificant details but when you weave it all together it’s not hard for me to imagine that he could be given a redemption arc. Maybe not in the form of him going to heaven, but a redemption arc nonetheless; but I can also see him slipping all the way and becoming an antagonist to the hotel before it happens.

Overall I can’t wait to see what season 2 will bring us. And I will support our chaotic radio man until the end of time!

[fedyavoidart]

Remember how I said i was physically incapable of drawing anything but tristamp fanart?

yeahhhh

sooo, fun fact, I was lying about that. apparently.

also I can't decide which version I prefer. maybe I hate both.

idk.

Astarion is surprisingly hard to draw for some reason.

[agerefandomrambles]

Hi ho hello I’m asking via anon due to my account being very not sfw anyways can I ask for a little chase fic where house yells at him unintentionally and he goes crying to Wilson if not then maybe some hc about littleforeman/ricky being a big brother to little Allie and Bobby thanks 🙏

Title: Meanie

Word count: 1614

Little! Chase

Cg! House + Wilson

Warnings: yelling

Plot: Chase dobs on his dada

Chase is in the lab with Cameron. The two are working on looking for abnormal blood protiens markers in the newest patient.

They've been working for 14 hours straight but they're so close to being done with this case that neither one is willing to call it early.

But, as they work, Chase can feel his mind starting to get fuzzy. The combined no sleep and stress of the case were starting to get to him. He simply rubs his eyes and yawns, choosing not to tell anyone.

He figures that they'll be done soon, and House and Wilson are both busy and he can just go home and be small by himself in a couple of hours. All he has to do is get through this last test.

And he does. They work in comfortable silence for the next hour until they can confirm that there was absolutely no abnormal protein markers in the blood samples.

The two gather up their things and wearily make their way back to Houses office.

Cameron doesn't miss the way he leans slightly on her or the now soggy cuff of his sleeve that he's been chewing for the last hour. "You alright bubs?" She asks gently, not making eye contact.

Chase nods and stifles a yawn. "Just... tired" He mumbles, before going back to chewing his sleeve.

Cameron chuckles but doesn't press the issue. She's not his caregiver and they're nearly back to House anyway. It's not her place to push him.

Before they even open the door, they can hesr muffled yelling inside. They share a look before gingerly enteingr Houses office. House turns around, a frown very evident on his face.

"Please tell me one of the people I hired can actually do their job" He say sharply, glaring at Taub and Kutner as he talks.

All eyes turn to Chse, waiting for him to fill them in. There's a awkward silence as noone says a word.

Eventually, Cameron starts talking when it because evident that Chase isn't going to say anything. "There were no abnormal protein markers in his blood so that rules out cancer and infection"

The office lapses into silence as the 4 fellows wait for Houses reaction. House simply stands scarily still. To anyone else, he would have appeared calm but the 4 fellows knew that an explosion was coming.

Faster then any of them could have seen and definitely too fast for a cripple, House has spun around and is eye to eye with Chase, faces inches apart and his face still eerily calm.

"WHY CANT ANYONE IN THIS GODDAMN OFFICE DO THEIR JOB" He yells, throwing his cane across the room without breaking his stare. Kutner and Taub duck on instinct, the cane narrowly missing Kutner.

Chase almost immediately tears up. He mutters out a pitiful "sorry", before turning on his heels and all but sprinting out the door.

Once he's out of the office, he leans on the wall gathering his bearings. A sob escapes his mouth and he whines as he feels himself sinking deeper into headspace.

It only takes a minute for him to turn around and toddle towards Wilson's office, headspace rapidly crashing. He knocks on the door, desperately hoping that Wilson was in his office and not down at the clinic.

"With a patient House!" Wilson calls out in response to the knock.

As soon as Chase is sure that Wilson is in the office, he opens the door. Wilson stands up to shoo House out but he stumbles as he takes in the site before him.

Chase is stood at the door frame with puffy red eyes, tear tracks down his cheeks (with fresh ones falling). He's chewing on the cuff of his sleeve and clearly has been for sometime with how wet it is. He sniffles as he chokes down a sob. After a moment he mumbles "papa" and breaks down into fresh tears, still not stepping over the threshold of Wilson's door.

"I'll be right back" Wilson says quickly, even though all thoughts of his patient were immediately thrown out the window as soon as one of his kids stepped in.

Wilson quickly leads Chase to one of the exam rooms in hope to escape prying eyes. Wilson follows obediently, holding Wilson's hand and sobbing into his sleeve.

Wilson pulls him into the room and wraps him in a hug, sinking to the floor with him. He's more then content to just hold his kid for a moment. The two stay like that for a while until Chase's sobs slow down enough that he can talk.

Chase just keeps muttering "I'm sorry" over and over again into Wilson's chest.

Wilson pulls back slightly, just enough so that he can get a look at Chase. "Hey hey kiddo. You don't gotta be sorry. What happened?" He asks kindly, rubbing his back.

Chase sniffles, calming down. "D- dada was a meanie and yelled and I didn't do nofing wrong" He cries, clinging onto Wilson.

Wilson frowns but quickly corrects his expression to not scare Chase. "Oh little bug, it's ok. I bet dada didn't mean it but im gonna talk to him and find out what happened."

Chase just cries harder when Wilson mentions leaving. Wilson sighs and pages Foreman. He doesn't like relying on his eldest too much but he needs to go and talk to House and find out what happened and in order to do that, someone has to watch Chase.

"Wilson? You paged?" Foreman asks, sticking his head in.

"Hey Foreman, how are you man?" Wilson asks, gauging if his friend is regressed. Although granted, Foreman rarely regresses small enough that Wilson can tell right away.

"Hey Wilson, I'm alright. What did you need?" Foreman replies easily.

"Well a certain little wombat slipped and I need to go chew out his dada." Wilson says between gritted teeth. As much as he loves House, his kids come first.

"Uh oh. I don't think we wanna be near when your papa explodes do we?" Foreman says to Chase, who giggles happily.

Foreman picks up Chase and settles him onto his hip. Chase coos happily and starts playing with Foreman's hair as he slips into babyspace.

"I've got the kid, I'll take him to the nursery and make him a bottle. You go deal with House" Foreman says before walking off.

Wilson goes to Houses office, talking the stairs two at a time. He's absolutely fuming by the time he gets there and he practically shoves the doors opens. "Well why not?" House is in the middle of asking Kutner, who is looking at House with a guilty expression.

"You. Outside. Now." Wilson glares, pointing at House.

House just nods and throws the file on the table before following Wilson into his separate office.

"Why did I just have a very regressed Chase walk into my office while I was in the middle of a consult, crying about how you yelled at him? Explain yourself!" Wilson rants, pawing back and forth in Houses office as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Whoa slow down. Chase isn't regressed, he was working on a test for me and I got upset because he didn't do it right" House defends, sitting down in his chair. He does glance over at the rest of the fellows and a guilty expression passes over his face.

The two sit in silence for a moment as House stops and re-evaluates the moment. "How upset was he?" House asks after a minute, his voice low and heavy with regret.

"Very." Wilson says, his eyes filled with accusations.

They soften after a moment at Houses defeated posture. "I cheered him up though and he's in babyspace now being babysat by Foreman." He sighs, sitting down on the otherside of his desk.

The two men lapse into silence again as they consider what happened.

"Alright, enough wallowing. Here's what we're going to do" Wilson says, helping House stand up.

"You're going to let the rest of our kids go home and get some sleep and tell them to come to our place tommorow, we'll hold a regression day to let them relax. Then, you're going to go down to the nursery, find Chase, apologise, and send time with your baby."

House just nods. He goes out into the ddx room and Wilson can see him talking before the 3 fellows start packing up their stuff. He follows House as he limps out of his office and down to the nursery with a determined look on his face.

When they got down to the nursery, Wilson grabs Chase who went quiet when he spotted House.

"Hey baby" Wilson coos, tickling Chase a little to help him loosen up. "Dadas come to say sorry"

Wilson hands Chase to House after he's sat down, then retreats to the corner of the room.

"Hi Wombat." House coos lowly, his eyes filled with adoration for his youngest. "I'm sorry I yelled earlier. I was upset and overwhelmed with the case and I took it out on you and that's not fair. It's important to me and your papa that we don't take out our frustrations on you and I broke that promise. I'm sorry."

Chase just coos. He stares up at House, then reaches up and boops his nose. House just chuckles and hands Chase back to Wilson.

"Let's do some tummy time with dada, how does that sound?" House asks, setting up the water mat and lowering himself down. Wilson sets Chase down with him and once he's sure that the two are set and happy, he goes back upstairs to finish his consult.

[chroniclesofkate]

Catherine in a bee keepers outfit was not on my 2023 bingo card 🐝

[nodominion]

Finally reordered my bookshelf so all my Anne Rice books are together. Ignore the Dune books that are here because they fit.

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

waitwaitwait

we've all heard of werewolf Steve.

But. But what about. Werecapybara Steve?!?!?!

I mean:

adopts basically every kid he meets

drives them everywhere

very good swimmer

surprisingly chill considering everything

hates being alone

has been mostly self-reliant since a very young age (tho that's admittedly headcanon)

[lilithpleasant]

[perversionsofjustice]

I had to get a video of these guys... for reasons 👀

[starsarefire824]

Not me actually being in love with Charlie Swan and highly attracted to his daughter.

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 2 (2012)

[orpheuslament]

now say it with me: authors/artists dont owe you moral purity. an author/artist job is not to hold you by the hand & tell you exactly what is Good™ & what is Bad™. you should be able to think for yourself

[daftmooncretin]

spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.

for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing

[xiaq]

So my bike was stolen from our garage last night. My beloved, custom, carbon fiber, most-expensive-thing-I-own-aside-from-my-car bike. I just found it listed on FB marketplace. Shit is about to go down.

[kitskiis]

He keeps doing this I’m gonna cry

[rooniearts]

my boy tails!!!!!!!! he has never known peace since shadow showed up with that kid