#cw implied alcoholism

[dreamwatch]

Turn The Page

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #30 - Prompt: Fame and Fortune | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: implied alcoholism | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: mild angst with a happy ending, future fic, they’re in love your honour, Eddie’s over it

Again, another iPad entry so hopefully no typos but… who knows!

The moment Eddie gets off the stage Steve knows something is wrong.

The twenty-first had been hard, a day of press, of meet and greets, of things Steve asked Eddie to cancel. ‘It’s easier to just do it’; it’s not though. It never fucking is. The press and the fans get a Diet Eddie, and Steve ends up with an angry drunk in his bedroom. But they power through it. They always do.

 Steve goes to special shows now, wouldn’t have come to this one but it’s the twenty-seventh, and what’s more special than knowing your boyfriend is still alive?

Eddie practically throws his guitar at his tech as he rushes off stage, rushing past everyone, Steve included.

“Eddie?” he calls out.

The rest of the band get off the stage. “Eddie!” Jeff shouts from behind him. “The encore!”

But he’s gone, down the labyrinth of hallways, the crowd still cheering for more.

He doesn’t shower, doesn’t grab his shit from the dressing room, just walks out of the back of the venue to their car,  Steve running behind him. The car isn’t ready, they’re not expecting him for another thirty minutes at least, and it’s a confused mess of security and crew, frantic radio messages.

“Eddie, what the fuck is going on?” Steve asks, taking him by the elbow. He gets a tight head shake as a reply.

The car ride is silent, the smell of cooling sweat blending with the air con blowing full blast at them, and when they get to their hotel room, Eddie heads straight to the phone.

“Hi, can I get room service to the Junior Suite?”

Steve just gawps, he feels like he’s losing his fucking mind.

 “Uh… can I get… do you have pineapple? I’d really like some pineapple actually. And a bottle of champagne… whatever you think is best, oh and hold on,” he says covering the mouthpiece with his hand. “Do you want anything?” 

He sounds manic, so off, so not his usual self. Wild in a crazed way, and it’s scaring Steve. He stands in the entranceway, mouth hanging open.

“Yeah, I want to know what the fuck is going on?”

Eddie blinks.

“And a cheese burger and fries.”

He hangs up and finally peels his t-shirt off, letting it drop to the floor as he walks to the bathroom to shower. The phone keeps ringing, Jeff asking what the hell is going on, their manager, Phil, screaming at him. Eddie wanders in, towel around his waist, another wrapped around his hair. He doesn’t even stop to ask who Steve’s talking to, just gently takes the handset from his hands, places it back on the phone.

The room service arrives and Eddie leads Steve to the dining table, tells him to sit and eat, and then he takes a huge piece of pineapple with him to the bed.

The phone rings again, and this time Eddie rips the cord from the wall.

“Ed, you have got to talk to me.”

“I will. Just let me eat this first. Eat your burger.” 

As if he could.

Eddie sits on the edge of the bed half naked, eating pineapple. Steve’s watched them trash rooms before, true idiot behaviour, but this is probably the weirdest fucking thing he’s ever seen.

There’s banging on the door, Steve can hear Gareth’s voice, then Phil’s again, it’s after midnight now. Eventually they go away.

“You know,” Eddie says breaking the silence. “I don’t think I’ve enjoyed anything in the last few years as much as I enjoyed that fucking pineapple.” He frowns at the half eaten fruit platter, like he’s trying to solve a math problem. 

Steve crouches in down in front of him, his hands gripping Eddie’s knees.

“Bambi, please, what the fuck is going on? I mean, do I need to call a doctor here…? You’re scaring me.”

Eddie looks at him like he’s water on a hot day. 

“What if I said let’s run away? I’ll quit the band, we’ll buy a ranch or a farm. Get out of LA.” His eyes meet Steve’s properly for the first time since he got off stage. “What would you say?”

“I’d say give me ten minutes to pack.”

“Really?”

“Really. Where’s this coming from?”

“I died twenty years ago. And I got a second chance and I took it, you know. We’ve done amazing things. But it’s not fun anymore. It hasn’t been fun for a long time. And life’s too short for that, it’s too short for me to waste it being miserable. And I am. I’m a thing, I’m a commodity. I go where I’m told, I turn up, do my thing. I don’t remember the names of the towns I’m in, I always thought that was a joke you know? It’s not. It’s real.” He laughs, but it’s shallow, his eyes flat. “Who fucking knew?”

Steve gets off the floor and sits beside Eddie on the bed. “Are you serious?”

Eddie doesn’t answer straight away, but when he eventually looks at Steve he nods, and for the first time that day, Steve realises, he smiles. “Yeah. Yeah I’m serious.”

“I hate that you felt this way and didn’t tell me.”

Eddie takes his hand, threads his fingers through, locking them together.

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

This stupid, beautiful man. His everything. His life.

“And the band?”

Eddie shrugs. “They’ll be fine. They’ll get another guitarist no problem. People would kill to join them.”

Steve reaches for Eddie, lays his palm against his cheek, trails his thumb along the silvery thread that runs all the way to his throat, a memory woven on his face. It scares him how close they were to not having this, hits him sometimes out of nowhere. He leans in, his lips meeting Eddie’s, tastes pineapple, tastes home. He wouldn’t deny this man a single thing.

“Alright then,” says Steve says, breaking the kiss with a smile. “I guess we’re going shopping for a ranch.”

[grendel-menz]

attachment anxiety between a priest and demon

[yellowcry]

While I'm still bursting with motivation, cracked cold sisters.

Isabela: As everyone expected, she became the matriarch once Abuela passed away. As years passed, she became calmer. She doesn't particulary enjoy to do this, but after years she's getting used to it, burying her feelings even more than before. Even if her marriage is cracking at the seams, she won't say that there anything wrong in the family. She just keeps smiling and keeping everyone in place, pretty much following her Abuela's way of solving the problems by closing her eyes on them

Luisa: Without Mirabel's help, she kept getting crushed by everyone's expectations. And it was getting worse, as Luisa just physically couldn't do it anymore. Her productivity lowered severely, which caused her to work even more to make up for this. As you can guess, her burnout only get worse because of it. Also, have you hear that severe burnout can cause alcoholism?

Mirabel: She stepped aside as she was told to. As her own generation started to have kids she couldn't stay in the nursery, so she moved out when she was twenty. At first she kept close contact with her family, trying to visit almost every day. But as the years passed it turned to occasional short visits, then she started to appear only on celebrations. Then she stopped visit at all. By the point of au's plot (22 years after Antonio's ceremony) she's barely contact with her family, even if she misses them so much.

[awetfrog]

respite

[arch-aeology]

he may be a mass murderer, but he pays his damn child support

(tumblr I am begging you not to eat the image quality)

[archaickosmonot]

whatever is happening you can trust I'm spending way too much time on a bit

[cobaltcreations]

Me and my partner @the-good-ol-art-corner collaborated on this AWESOME poster for one of our favorite Bendy Aus @toontiedterror by @dictatortirah !! I am in LOVE with how it came out and I am so excited to see how this story and world develops!!

I put so many details into this, it is absolutely silly, but I had a swell time doing them. Those headshots on the missing posters belong to the staff from our own Bendy project @howdy-folks-its-showtime and we didn't even intend to make two versions. But I put so much into the background... I just had to make a version without the foreground to show it off <3

[bechnokid]

My one inked drawing for October! I wish I could make clean lines in traditional art, but my hands are too shaky! So, my focus is to just make the art look decent enough. :3

So, have a Ramon and Rayman! Strange...have I seen this scene somewhere before?

[devilboycomic]

The prettiest sinner 🌼

[crowfatherd]

WOAAAHHH!!!!!!! another redraw but this one MOVES

i actually really like how this came out hell yes heres the last one (first is also there but i think the tiktok might have gotten muted? its fine)

[bugsinshoes]

WHAT'S THIS ??? NEW OC ALERT !!

OKAY. OKAY SO I CAVED. I CAVED AND I MADE A NEW GRAVITY FALLS OC.

his name is Aysel Themis Del Mar !! a fellow dimension hopper who stumbles upon ford during his travels !!! aughhh idk how to properly introduce her so AH. JUST ENJOY !!!

i really wanna post more aysel stuff since i REALLY like him. my fav space cowboy ❤️

uhhhh but yeah. that's it. if you want to know more about her just send an ask :3 (i always love receiving them !!)

[st1mmywimmy]

davesport but they’re getting wasted in the safe room together stimboard

🍊absolutely WASTED davesport stimboard🍆

starts barking

art by mintedfish (instagram)

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[insecateur]

i forgot i drew this lol. inspired by a tweet

[blnkcrptd]

rumor is the lord kamisato's a cuddly drunk— especially with his loyal retainer

[5ome-7ype-0f-5hapeshifter]

id dont fucking knwo what i was thinking whern i was making this

warning. this shit Loud.

original audio is here, BUT i downloaded the audio from here. so. yuh.

please reblog to put nickel inanimate insanity screeching like a damn seagull over balloon's existence on someone's timeline.

[star-on-a-beach]

Memory of a PARTY

"Lights... heavy music.... drinks... flings... those all were pretty typical of a night for me, every so often I'd throw some kind of drug in the mix. A pretty good distraction from my sister, though honestly, I have mixed feelings about it... it was fun during the night, not so fun waking up in strangers beds with nothing but a terrible hangover. But I also wish I thought of my dad before guzzling down another drink or stepping into another bedroom... maybe if I talked to him, we both could have been saved. Maybe it was my fault our family ended up the way we did."

Next one will be one yall DON'T wanna miss. But this was very fun to draw.