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We're a Family Part 13 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I may be a bit tipsy so forgive me lol Alas I bare you this chapter <3

Warnings: Steddie X You relationship, Smut and fluff with a dash of angst at the beginning, the boys talk about their dads briefly near the end, handcuffs are introduced 😈, I think that's it lol

Word Count: 5322

“What the fuck are we doing here, Y/N. You’re lucky I even came without a lawyer.”, Charlie sighed as he slid onto the chair in the bar you invited him to. You sat there trying to appear as calm as possible as you smoked your cigarette. 

“We need to talk.”

“Yeah, we do. How dare you pull a stunt like that with my son! I know that isn’t—”

“Charles, shut up. Shut. Up. I’m not here to fight with you or play games. We need to talk about Dylan and what’s best for him.” You slide a piece of paper your lawyer had drafted in front of him, allowing him to read it as you took a sip of the liquor in your glass.

“Fuck you. No. I’m not fucking signing this.”

“He—”

“No! No… I’m not… I can’t.”

“Charlie… he loves you so much. You have no idea but… he’s not a little boy anymore. He’s going to be 13 next year! I gave you so many chances and each time you weren’t there. He deserves better than this and somewhere inside I know you know that.”

His eyes start to fill with tears but he pushes them down. He can’t seem weak right now. 

“I’m his father, Y/N.”

“Since when, Charlie? You missed so much. Birthdays, holidays, school functions and baseball games. He’s already started trying to shave his face and he’s been trying to work up the courage to ask a girl he likes on a date. Dylan tried to call and asked to visit but each time you weren’t available… I’m not saying he won’t change his mind as he grows up about wanting to see you but right now… this is what’s best.”

He reaches for your pack of cigarettes, scoffing as he takes out one and lights it. “These are the guys, right? You used to always smoke the lights when we were together.”

You softly smile in his direction. “Yeah, I steal them from Eddie so I can maintain the illusion that I don’t smoke anymore especially if I don’t buy my own pack.”

Charlie chuckles and your heart breaks. It’s the first time in almost 10 years you’ve seen him genuinely laugh like that.

“I tried, Y/N. I really did.”

“I know… by doing this…”, you point to the paper. “You’ll be doing the fatherliest thing for him that you have ever done. That way… he can finally stop hoping and focus on being a kid.”

 His jaw tightens as he reaches for a pen, staring at the document before him, hands shaking as he signs his name. 

“Tell Dylan I love him…SO fucking much.” With that he quickly stands and practically runs out of the building.”

##########

“Dada! Daddy! Wake up.”, Aurora exclaimed as you threw her playfully onto the bed. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ.”, Eddie chuckles when she throws herself down on his stomach. 

“Geez rist.” You narrow your eyes at him as she tries to mimic words. 

“What’s going on?”, Steve rubs his eyes as he sits up. 

“Ro tell them. Say ‘Happy Father’s Day.”

“Appy faters day!”

“Thank you, honey. You’re too sweet.”

She giggles as she keens into Eddie’s chest. “Happy Father’s Day, dad. We got you some presents.” Dylan grins as he sits on the end of the bed and hands them each something. “Both of these are from Ro and me.”

Both men tear into the paper, displaying each gift one at a time. Eddie proudly held his shirt to his chest that read “Heavy Metal Dad” as he beamed at the kids. 

“I love it so much! Thank you, guys. I’m going to wear it out today.”

Steve held up his coffee tumbler that read “Teacher by day; World’s best dad by night.” 

“Oh, wow. Thanks you two! This will be going to work with me tomorrow.”

“Alright, let’s let them get dressed so they can come down and eat breakfast. That way we can take them to the other places, okay?”

“Bye, dada. Bye daddy.” Aurora waves, smiling as they wave back. 

***

You grin as you watch Dylan and Steve interact with the Hawkins professional baseball players. They were both so animated as they excitedly talked about the game and your son’s stats on the field. Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist as he kissed your temple. 

“Look at our nerds.”, he grins. 

“As usual he planned all this. Dylan thought Steve would enjoy getting to meet the team and play with them a bit.”

“I’m sure Stevie would enjoy anything that boy put together. I know I do.”

“Yeah, well, your present is tonight after we visit grandpa.”

“Ganpa.”, Aurora claps. You plop her on her feet as she tries to wiggle out of your grasp to run to her father and brother. “Din. Up!”, she commands as she makes grabby hands towards the sky. 

“Who’s this?”, the player asks as Dylan lifts his sister into his arms. 

“This is my little sister, Aurora.” 

The man grins as he says hello and she keens into her brother’s shoulder before shyly waving. 

“Must be nice having a sibling. I was an only child growing up and it was the worst.”

“Me to.” Eddie and Steve echo at the same time making you laugh. 

Ro giggles, pointing to Dylan as she babbles. “Bra-der. Din…Rara…sis-ter.”

“She reminds me of my daughter. So smart and they pick up everything!”

“She really does.”, you smile as you pet her curls.

“Hey. Do you guys want to try hitting some balls? We actually have some t-ball bats and balls for the little one here.”

The five of you spent the rest of the day at the field playing with the players. Steve helped Ro hit the ball a few times and she was so excited as she waddle ran around the bases. Dylan continued to give Eddie pointers like he did in the batting cage all those years ago and the metalhead continued to pretend like he had no idea what he was doing as he asked his son questions.

***

“Ganpa!”, Ro screamed as she barreled towards Wayne. 

“Oh my god. Hey, sweetheart!” He pretended to groan as he picked her up. “You are getting heavy. I’m too old. I need you to be a baby again.” She giggled as she shook her head. 

Wayne grinned as he hugged Eddie. “Happy Father’s Day.”

“Happy Father’s Day, boys. You guys look like you’re having a good day so far.”

Dylan excitedly told him all about their time with the players and the fun they had as the man began setting out plates for lunch. 

You guys enjoyed the meal Wayne made and Ro refused to let go of her grandpa even as he ate. 

“Are you guys still doing the word association?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s got the family down for sure.” You begin pointing around the table as she rattles off names. 

“Din. Daddy. Mama! Dada. Ganpa!”

“And who are you?”

“Rara!”

Steve laughs as he leans back in his chair. “I love the way she says it.”

“The other day she heard me say Eddie and—”

“Eh-ee…”

You gesture towards her as Wayne throws his head back and laughs. 

“Mhmm. Daddy. I’m daddy to you, ya little monster.”, the man smiles as she tries to hide in her grandfather’s lap. 

“So, what are the plans for the rest of the evening?”

“Dylan has somewhere he wants to take Eddie and then dinner after.”, you reply. 

“Have you given them the thing yet?” You shake your head. “You’ll have to text me when you do.”

“Um, what thing?”, Steve inquires. 

“You’ll see.”, you sing as you lean over to kiss his lips. 

#######

Eddie’s entire demeanor changed as he excitedly took his kids hands and ran into the museum. Dylan had found a place about an hour outside of Hawkins that had a lot of the “nerdy” things his dad enjoyed. You and Steve laughed as you held hands following behind them as they looked around. 

“Ah dude, look! They have one of the original D & D game from 1974.”

“That is so cool.” Dylan’s eyes widen as they look over the display. 

“It’s been around that long? I’m surprised I didn’t know about this until after I met you.”

“I was just as surprised, sweetheart.” He grins when you lean up to kiss his cheek.

“Mom! Look!” Your son grabs your hand pulling you into a room full of Harry Potter memorabilia. Even as he got older his love for the books and movies didn’t change. His eyes lit up as he looked over all the trinkets, smirking as he turned to Steve. “Ok. Ro style word associate. Dad, what’s this?”

“Uh…boot key?”

“Close enough.”, he laughs as he points to something else.

“Oh! That one I know. It’s, um, time turner.” The man smiles proudly as Dylan confirms he’s right before pointing at something else. “Um…”

“Snit.”, Aurora babbles as she flaps her hands like wings. 

“Yes! Snitch. Good job, Ro!”

“The three-year-old knows more than you do.”, you tease.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got two of them.” Steve smiles as he playfully shoves you. 

As soon as you enter a room dedicated to Lord of The Rings, your daughter squeaks turning to cling to Eddie’s neck when she sees the big eye on the tower. 

“It’s ok, baby. Daddy won’t let Sauron hurt you.”

“This is a really cool place, Dylan. How did you find it?”

“There’s this beautiful place on my computer called the internet.”

“Geez, Harrington. Did you hear that? It sounded like our wife shrunk and became a 12-year-old boy.”

“For real. You both are so mean.”

You wrap your arms around him as you gently kiss his head. “My baby. You definitely get that sarcasm from me.”

***

That evening you and the kids made dinner for them which they absolutely had fun watching. Dylan helped you cut ingredients and you gave Aurora the spoon a few times so she could stir the pan in front of you. 

After you guys ate, your daughter fell asleep in her chair with her face covered in pasta sauce. Eddie cleaned her up before quickly taking her upstairs to put her to bed. 

“Actually, we should all head upstairs because what Dylan wants to give you is up there.”

The three of you waited in your bedroom for Eddie to return and as soon as he did your son commanded he sit on the bed next to Steve. 

“Oh shit. He’s upped his kidnapping game to. I think he’s going to murder us, Stevie.”

You jokingly widened your eyes and he grinned as he calmed down waiting for Dylan to proceed. 

“So our son and I have some things to tell you but we ask that you wait until we’re finished before you fully react. Mostly by fully react, I mean getting mad at me.” You guiltily smiled towards them as their expressions became more cautious. “A couple of months ago I met up with Charlie.”

“You what?”, Steve asked with a hint of frustration. 

“Please, listen—”

“I asked her to.”, Dylan cut in. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since mom told me she changed her last name. We’ve been talking about it a lot and I asked her not to tell you.” He slowly stepped forward and handed Eddie a manilla envelope. 

They glanced at each other as he carefully pulled a packet out and they both scanned the documents. 

“I…how…”, the metalhead stuttered over his words as you softly smiled.

“Dylan asked me if there was a more permanent way for you two to be labeled as his dad. I asked Wayne since he adopted you, Eddie, and he helped me get some of this stuff together. Like Aurora, I can only put one name there as his father. I thought it only fair to put Steve since yours is on Ro’s but both your names are listed as his parental guardians. That way…if anything happens to me…”

“After you guys sign it and this other paper in the back here, my last name will officially be Munson-Harrington like mom and my sister.”

Steve covered his eyes in his elbow but you saw his chest heave as he cried. Dylan stepped forward and the man immediately took him in his arms, reaching over to tug Eddie’s shirt so he could hug him to. After they pulled apart, you handed them a pen and they signed without any hesitation. 

“I love you guys.”

“We love you to, kid. Now…get out of here before you make us cry again.”

Dylan giggled as jumped off the bed, kissing your cheek, and heading to his room. 

You climbed into the bed between them, giving them each a kiss. “I’m sorry. He asked me not to tell you especially since we weren’t sure about what would happen with Charlie.”

“What did happen?”

You sighed as you told them the story of your meeting at the bar and your ex signing away his parental rights. 

“Are you okay?”, Eddie asked. 

“Yeah…it was hard…seeing the pain on his face. I’ve never doubted that Charlie loved him but…I don’t know.”, you shrug. “I’m glad Dylan feels safe with you two though. He’s not worried about you leaving him or hurting him.”

They smile as Steve tenderly pets your head. 

“Ok, now I have a gift for you two as well so please double check that the baby is asleep and turn down the house while I go grab it!”

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“Alright, baby. Dylan is in bed and ready for school tomorrow, Ro is still knocked out, and the door is closed. The floor is yours.”, Eddie announces as he sits on the bed next to Steve. 

“Thank you, my love!”

“Oh, did you hear that, Harrington? My love…I like it.”

You giggle as you poke your head out of the closet. “Shut up and both of you close your eyes.”

“Yes ma’am.” The boys faux salute making you laugh harder. 

They hear a small sigh leave your lips as you gradually shuffle towards. “I’ve never worn anything like this before but I saw it at the mall and knew you both would like it. Open.”

Their jaws drop when they are finally able to look at you. 

The blue lingerie nightie you were wearing showed off your body in all the right places and the lacy part hugging your barely hidden breasts had Eddie exhaling in pleasure. The material flowed like a dress, cutting off just below your waist and you lifted it slightly to reveal a cute pair of lacy blue panties that had Steve’s cock twitching in his pants. 

“Fuck me…Honey, you look—”

“Beautiful…”, Eddie finished. 

You bit your bottom lip as you try to contain your grin. “I got one more thing that I was going to save for someone’s birthday but to be honest I don’t know who I want to use it on more. Or I don’t know, maybe, you can use it on me.”

“Baby!”, Steve chuckles. “You have to tell us what it is first.”

After disappearing to your closet again, you come back out with a small box and hand it to them to open. The metalhead tears it open, both men looking up at you with sudden longing as their eyes clouded over with lust.

“Well, what is it?”, you ask innocently as you giggle in their direction. 

“You’re going to fucking kill us. You know that right?” Steve sighs shakily as he pulls out the black leather handcuffs you had bought.

Eddie smirks in your direction until it slowly becomes his signature toothy smile that you love. 

“What?”

“Naw, sweetheart, I’m just thinkin’. You walked into a store and thought ‘Maybe there’s something in here the TWO men I love would enjoy but yet you walked out with ONE pair of cuffs.”, he wiggles his eyebrows playfully in your direction. “You said you didn’t know who but you have one of us in mind. Don’t you, baby?”

“I…yeah…I mean…kinda…”, you blush. 

“3, 2, 1…”, Eddie quickly counts down and at the same time you both reply. 

“Steve.”

“Ha!”

Steve grins as he nods his head. “I’d ask why but it doesn’t really matter.”

“I just…I don’t know. I thought he might enjoy being a little vulnerable.”

“Liar.”

“Edward Munson, I swear to God!”, you laugh as your hands cover your face. 

“You, my love, thought of Steve because Mr. Harrington here is definitely the most passionate but for some reason hides it under all that sexy head of hair.” Eddie rose to his feet turning you to take his place on the bed as he tugged the other boy and moved him to face you. 

“Out of the three of us, he’s the most handsy. Stevie here loves PDA and doesn’t mind displaying you for the world.” The metalhead unbuttoned Steve’s shirt, tossing it aside as he ran his palms over his chest and down his stomach.

“Steve also has a tendency to ‘take charge’. Be the big man of the house, making sure everyone including me and you, princess, are taken care of.” The man exhales as Eddie places light kisses along his back, reaching around to unzip his jeans, and slide them down his legs with his boxers. 

“But the main reason is because…” Taking the handcuffs from you, he pulls Steve’s wrists behind his back, binding them together. “…this gorgeous man, while having grown up a lot especially after becoming a dad, still has some struggles being vulnerable. And for us, sweetheart, it’s absolutely fucking sexy watching him surrender it to the two people he trusts the most.”

He sits beside you as he leans back on his hands, looking up at Steve with admiration. 

“He really does look yummy.”

“Yeah, he does.”

You stand to get closer to him, running your palms up his hairy chest to his neck as you lean up to kiss his lips. His arms twitch behind him, desperately wanting to wrap them around you, chasing your mouth as you pull away. 

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” You smile as you guide him towards the mattress, pushing him down onto his stomach. “They don’t hurt right?”

“No. They actually feel comfortable.”

Your fingers run delicately through his hair so you can see his eyes. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable just tell us, okay?”

“Okay, honey.”, he answers before being abruptly turned onto his back.

“You know, we could have some real fun and torture the hell out of him.”

“Eddie, no!”, you giggle.

“Oh, come on. Last time we tried the no touch he lost our bet and jerked off. Now…”, he grins wickedly as he pushes you onto your back as well, crawling up your body before leaning down to kiss you. “…he can’t do that. It’s sweeter to because, sweetheart, you look so gorgeous in this. Imagine if Stevie couldn’t have you while you were wearing it.”

A moan escapes your lips as his hips grind against your own. “Eddie, its both your day, today. He deserves to feel good to.”

“Oh, alright.”

After giving you an obnoxiously loud kiss, he slides off your body and takes off his own shirt, flinging it to the side. The metalhead watches you with a big smile as you roll to your side, tenderly kissing Steve’s lips before trailing your own down his chest. 

A line of spit flows from your mouth as you hover over his cock, stroking it along his shaft with your hand. He groans as your tongue licks his tip, tracing along his veins till you reach his balls.

“Baby, I got this.” Eddie’s eyes gesture upwards and you smile as you crawl up towards the other boy’s face. Straddling his head facing them, you move the silky fabric blocking your core to the side, moaning as he cranes his neck to press his tongue into your entrance. 

“Yes, Steve, baby.” 

He moans underneath you as he wraps his mouth around your clit and you glance up to see Eddie taking the man’s cock as far into his mouth as his throat will allow. Drool and spit drips from his lips and your pussy clenches at the sight. 

Eyes rolling back, Steve aggressively begins shaking his head, devouring you as if you were the last meal he was ever going to have. 

“Oh my god… Don’t… Don’t stop.”, you whimpered as your hips grinded against his face. 

You watched as his hands moved underneath him, desperate to touch either one of you. Your palms pressed against his chest for leverage as you felt him fully try and taste everything that was his. Moaning his name repeatedly, your legs shook around him as you came.

You hastily climbed off him, turning to grip his jaw as you sloppily kiss his lips. His tongue invaded your mouth before he jerked his head back to try and kiss as much of your face, neck, and body he could reach. 

Eddie released Steve’s cock, giving you room as you climb on top of him again and gradually sunk down on to his dick. 

“Fuck me…”, Steve moaned as he lifted his head to watch himself disappear inside of you. 

The other man removed the rest of his clothing and leaned forward to suck on your neck as you slowly began moving your hips. 

“We could still have fun with him, you know.”, Eddie teased. “I mean, doesn’t it kill you at least a little that you can’t touch her?” He chuckled when Steve nodded. “What was that, Stevie? I couldn’t hear you.”

“More…more than…a little. Goddamn, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

The metalhead brushes some of your hair back as his breath tickles your ear. “What do you think, sweetheart? Think we should let him go?”

You reached for Steve’s shoulders, yanking him to a sitting position as your thighs clung to his waist. 

“Please.”

While he waited to be free, Steve dragged his tongue along your neck before latching his lips to the sweet spot on your throat. As soon as the cuffs came off, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you onto your back, pounding into you almost animalistically. 

He hated not being able to touch you. Not that he didn’t like being restrained but he just loved you so much and not being able to hold you drove him insane. 

Eddie was completely entranced with you two as he stroked his cock watching the man he loved take care of the woman he loved. It was so beautiful and he relished the fact that moments like this only belonged to you three. 

“Steve, please, I’m…” You hand covered your mouth to stifle the moan but he moved it out of the way, replacing it with his lips as he held your face to his. You clung to him as you came, his tongue muffling your whimpers as you came undone. 

Steve’s rhythm stalled as he allowed you to catch your breath. Suddenly feeling a hand on his back, he turned his head to see Eddie behind him who raised his eyebrows essentially checking in. The man nodded before looking down at your sweaty features. 

“Are you ok?”

They breathily laugh as you give them a thumbs up while you continue to pant. The metalhead’s palm glides to the other man’s shoulder as his other guides his cock into him. This was always one of your favorite parts of making love with them. You had always said, even when you first met them, that they both had an energy that was intimidating when it came to them. 

Maybe it was the years of knowing each other or just being friends instead of lovers but anytime they interacted especially in bed it was like looking at a work of art, so gorgeous. Steve’s forehead fell against yours as his face scrunched in pleasure. Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned against the man’s back, balancing on his other arm as he began slowly thrusting his hips. 

Your eyes remained open as you tried to watch them above you. Every time Eddie pumped into him, it moved Steve forward thrusting him into you. 

“Does he feel good, babe?” Steve nods at your question as he softly kisses your lips. “Tell me. Tell me, sweetheart.”

He forces his eyes open as he looks down at your face. “Y-you—mmm—you both feel…jesus…”, he grunts unable to finish his thought as Eddie slows behind him, delivering deep strokes that has Steve’s face collapsing into your neck. 

The man winks above you before reaching for both of Steve’s wrists and locking them behind his back. The action causes the boy to fall flat against your body, pushing him deeper inside you.

“Oh my god…”, you cry, covering your mouth again. 

“You okay, princess? St-still with us?”

“Eddie, please. Don’t stop.”, you beg. He obliges, gripping Steve’s arms tightly as he slams his hips into his. Your own limbs cling to the boys as bite into his shoulder, muffling your scream as you cum.

You hold him tighter to you, threading your fingers in his hair as he keens into your neck and grunts loudly into your skin as he warms your insides with his release. Eddie follows a couple moments after, letting go of Steve’s wrists to wrap himself around to his chest as he thrusts his spend into the boy beneath him. 

Panting, he gradually pulls out falling onto his back beside you both as he wipes the sweat from his face. 

“Ow…”, you wince as Steve tries to do the same. 

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“No, no. Just… hang on a second.” You press your palm against his lower belly, guiding his movements till he’s fully out of your aching core. “You would think after being with you two and having two kids I wouldn’t get sore like this but…”

Steve softly grins as he sits beside you, wincing himself before pulling out the handcuffs he sat on. 

“I like these. We should use more stuff like this.”

“Maybe you two can come with me next time and we can look around. I’m open to it.”

Eddie nods, agreeing with you as he rises to his feet and takes you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. Steve slowly shuffles behind and helps you out of your outfit as the other boy get the bath ready. 

All three of you exhale heavily as your skin hits the warm water. 

“I had a good day today.”, Eddie grins as he carefully cleans your body. 

“Me to. I wonder if Ro is going to inherit her brother’s event planning gene.”, Steve chuckles as he kisses your shoulder. 

“Well, you two are really good with surprises to I’m sure she will.”, you smirk.

“Uh oh. I know that look.”, the metalhead tilts your chin up with his index finger. “Time for bathtub therapy?”

You scrunch your nose in his direction making him laugh. “Steve, have you, um, heard from your dad?”

“No and I’m fine with that. Wait, where did that come from?”

“I don’t know…on days like today sometimes my mind wonders and just like with little Edward Munson, I think about little Steven Harrington. I’m so glad your mom came around. I just wish your dad would stop being an asshole and see what we see.”

“Ah, so the follow up question was going to be if I’ve heard from my dad to?” You nod at Eddie’s question. “One of the things I love about you, sweetheart, is your optimism. It definitely grounds us especially me. You know sometimes I can be super cynical.” His grin grows when you giggle. “Now, Stevie, stop me if I’m wrong but we have a family here; two gorgeous kids and you. We’re both finally working jobs we enjoy and love being able to see Ro and Dylan experience things that we didn’t get to. Why would we want to bring our dads into that especially if they don’t want to change or accept us?”

“Aw, honey, our little metalhead is growing up.”, Steve responds sarcastically as he reaches out to playfully pinch Eddie’s cheeks. “He’s right. I don’t want to hear my father’s opinion on me teaching or, hell, even what he’d say about Dylan. Baby, he had a problem with you changing your name. Imagine what he’d say if he found our son will to.”

“Yeah…my mother is probably going to pitch a fit when she finds out.”

“Well, when your mom stops being insane, we’ll take her opinions under advisement.”

“Geez, Ed. Tell me how you really feel.”, you giggle as you splash water in his direction. “How would you dad feel about us? I know Wayne doesn’t care and your mom didn’t seem too either. Then again, she was more focused on herself…”

He gently kisses your forehead before rising from the tub and reaching for your hands to pull you up as well. 

“My dad…wouldn’t care exactly. He would probably have something to say about me and Steve though…”, Eddie eyes remained down cast as he dried you off and then himself before handing the other boy the towel. “He would think he’s being funny but…”, he breathily laughs as he yanks a shirt over your head. You follow him as he goes on the hunt for some shorts. 

“Honestly, I would be more worried about the stuff he would bring into the house. He was constantly stealing things and bringing them home to my mom as ‘gifts’. Wayne said he would steal valuables from his trailer. I image he would take a lot of the stuff we have here. I, um…”, he rubs the back of his neck as he climbs on the bed. “I would also be worried about Dylan. I know he’s a smart kid! Don’t get me wrong but sometimes my dad had a way of talking that would make you think you were doing something innocent and then next thing you know you’re in the passenger’s seat next to him going 80 down a highway as the cops try and catch him for grand theft auto.”

You pull him into hug as you kiss his lips. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Eddie kisses you back before making you laugh as he places obnoxiously loud pecks along your face. “No reason to be sorry.”

He tucks you into bed, crawling under the covers with you as Steve bounces in behind you. You and the metalhead talk casually as the other boy occasionally chimes in, his eyes focused on his phone in front of him. After a while, you fall asleep, curled into Eddie’s chest. 

“Hey.”, he reached over to lightly smack his arm. “What are you reading so intently over there?”

“Nothing.”, Steve smiles. “Just looking up something and doing some math.”

“Is it a big secret? You know if it’s for Y/N you have to clue me in.”

“Calm down. I’m just…thinking.”

“About?”

“Today and the kids. About how big they are both getting…”

“Aw. Is Stevie getting sentimental?”

“Shut up.”, he giggles. Eddie grins as he rolls over to turn off his bed side lamp and wrap his arms around you.

“I do miss Aurora being a baby. Kind of makes you want another one, ya know?”

“Do you mean that? Would you want another kid?”

“Yeah, sure, one day.”

Steve sighs as he watches Eddie’s eyes drift closed, closing out of the notes he had made on his phone titled “Baby #3: Expenses (Can we afford it right now?)”, and placing his device next to the bed. As he turns off the lights, he snuggles up behind you, reaching over to rest his arm across both your hips. 

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[miss-aquamarine]

Red Lotus member ! Kya

• during her travels, Kya had seen all the terrible things that the earth queen did, the way she only cared about money and possesions, how many people are poor and sick. And in the fire nation, she met people who still miss the days of the war, thinking they are better than anyone else

• so it's only natural she bonds with people who think the same as her, that the world is losing it's path by greed and it needs to change.

• she's also very spiritual and with massive avatar daddy issues

• while she didn't take part at the failed attampt to kidnap Korra, she always watched her in the southern water tribe, tried to educate her about what actually matters in the world, but the kid was always so sheltered by the white lotus

• years later, when the evil spirits attack, she's the one who becomes Korra's spiritual mentor.

is Unalaq still involved and we still have the civil war? idk

but it makes so much more sense for Korra to dump her fater and Tenzin for someone she knows from childhood, someone as reliable as the previous Avatar's daughter, than for a stranger!

• Lin was the first one to notice that something changed with Kya over the years, that she's getting more radical. Kyalin all the way

• does Kya want to become the dark avatar? Maybe then she'll be the airbender her father always wanted, but she also wants nothing to do with her family. She has no family

anyway if someone were to write a long ass fic about it i'll be so happy i'll cry thank youuuu

[yuco-the-alien116]

Mind I Ask What The Scientific Name For Yuco's Species Is? Aswell As C-C's? And You Also Mentioned That C-C's Species Is Somewhat Closely Related To Yuco's, What Would Be Their Common Ancestors?

Sorry For The More Info Related Questions, Im Just As Interested As Hell Atm.

This is what I have been working on for th3se two and will reblog this in the future to explain more about them!

This is basically all the comparisons from this two!

Starting with their heads, Yuco has a smaller and slimer head size mainly made for quicker speeds among his kind, helping for arrow dynamics! Hir kind can range from meny colors to eyes to even horns so those don't really matter. (Their horns are used as a sign of dominance to show off and sometimes used to fight aswell) Yuco has many smaller teeth used to mainly rip apart prey rather than holding it down. Smaller teeth help with breaking down food. The smooth tongue is not really used for anything besides show sometimes.

C-C has a wider jawline and head, with fewer teeth that are larger. Their teeth are made to hold things in place. Have the jaw strength to crush human bone is a second. Their jaws are incredibly strong, so if you get caught, you're not getting out. C-Cs kind of specializes in swallowing thir food whole. Alive or not. Having a tounge like sandpaper helps hold prey in place, and the strong jaws lock them in. Slowly pulling them to their demise. Their kind also have eats to help them hear better and hear their prey from far away. (Yucos kind can still heat. They just can't easily pick a sound and focus on it.)

Going to their stomachs, Yuco has a larger stomach that has a higher capacity. They can eat a lot and keep moving, being natural born hunters! Their stomach take days to digest food, sence they have adapted to not needing to eat or drink for months. Their saliva will slowly break down food before they acids even can.

C-Cs kind have storage stomachs, made to hold food and bring home to feed their family's. Their storage stomachs have no saliva or liquids in them. The only way prey or food will be soaked is if C-C licked them a bunch. Even then, she would need to do it a lot. Their second stomach is digestive, which is almost always ready to digest stuff, hence why they eat so much and even have a storage stomach.

To physically appearance, Yuco has built-in armor out of scales (if my art style was more detailed), you would be able to see all of Yucos scales. All of his kind have stripes going down their front and even on their horns! It's most used for show, and it glows in the dark.

C-C has darker scales. You can barely see her scales because of how small they are. (But as you can tell, some have been ripped off) The yellow on the tip of her tail feet and hands also glow and are used to communicate to others where they are. They can make them glow and stop them from glowing!

Yuco has a long slimer body's (not yuco lol), making them fater and more of the hunting kind. They go out and find food rather than lie and wait.

C-Cs kind wait for food to come to them. Being quite creatures that communicate through clicking and bird noises. They keep their cover by mimicking the noise of other animals so that they don't run away. Some even mimic the voices of people screaming......so their is a horror story for you....

Yucos kind have smaller hands and built-in claws to grab quickly and move faster. They also glow and are almost always striped.

C-Cs have larger hands with beans on them to grab and hold prey. Be careful, though. Her beans have sharp rigids in their beans to gold prey. Their strong and large hands made it impossible to escape once grabbed.

Yucos kind have smaller, stiffer tails, made for helping them stand up right, and if they are light enough. They can act like kangaroos and kick people balancing on their tails!

C-Cs kind have more snake like tails that are strong and can hold prey tight. They have mastered the art of not moving, so if prey come up behind them, they can still grab them.

That's all I have for now but I will reblog when I have more, so just enjoy this!

Also! C-C is biologically female, but they go by any pronouns and could careless what people call them!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Oh, where are you from then? And fanfiction? Can we read this somewhere? :3

I'm French!

As for my fanfictions, you can find them on my AO3 account, just here :

I have currently 6 fanfictions there:

The Doppelganger [Complete] : A short story between Horrortale and Underfell where both Sanses got swapped into each other universes. Their brothers are investigating to understand what happened. Chaos follows.

What is best for humankind [On going] : It explores Sans and Papyrus past in an more-or-less an AU taking place at the end of the war between humans and monsters. The skeletons, as chidren, have to flee their home and survive despite all humans killing monsters on sight. Sans will soon discover something is wrong with how his fater is acting.

Horrortale : Rotten Apple [On going] : It's the story of what happened between Undertale and Horrortale. We're following Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Undyne and Frisk after Frisk left to search for help. As the Underground starts to fall into a civil war, as Toriel and Undyne fought for the throne, Frisk has to face their past with the help of Chara's and Asgore's ghosts. It's a reimagination of Horrortale, it doesn't follows 100% the storyline of SourAppleStudios so the story gets more coherent with the characters' personality.

Remember the good days [On going] : It's a post-pacifist Sans x Reader story! After a terrorist attack, Sans got shot behind the head as he was trying to protect Frisk. He survived, but lost most of his independance as he suffers since from memory loss that is getting worse and worse. After many years in a monster foster family, you are taking your independance in the neighbourhood, with your little sister and your cat. Papyrus, your new weird neighbour, then proposes you a job. He wants you to take care of Sans while he is studying at the university. Seems easy enough... right?

No Weakness [On going] : It's an Underfell more-or-less post-pacifist story. Sans refused to let Frisk sacrificed themselves in the Judgement Hall. Instead, he made a pact with Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys and Toriel : the child will stay with Toriel, and they are the protectors of their secret. Not an easy task for Papyrus who is more and more scared of what will happen the day Asgore will discover the child. In the meantime, Undyne starts to act weird, and one day, quits the guard without a warning and Papyrus' life, leaving him the leadership of the Royal Guard. Papyrus should be flattered, but still, he is worried for her, and despite his attempts, Undyne refuses to talk to him. Until he learns on TV Undyne is about to marry Asgore. There's just one little problem: Undyne HATES Asgore with all she has. Papyrus, despite the warnings and threats, starts to investigate to save his only friend.

Out of the closet [Complete] : A short story inspired by Biscia trans Sans headcanon. Papyrus goes home from school and can't find Sans. Until he notices the door of her room is closed, which means Sans is sad again. He will try to cheer her up!

For my other French stories, they're all on Wattpad! I'm very productive :p I have original projects and fanfictions there.

[porthiccenjoyer]

Naoto, what's the protocol for if someone gets stuck leaving one of the TVs from the Midnight Channel? Do you just throw a tarp over it and them until you can get them unstuck?

''It depends. Teddie can sometimes, but when Chie gets stuck... yeah, there's no chance to get her out, so we kinda have to leave her until next day that we have more time the thing is... she gets even fater in there. I-i must stay with her one time to see what really happens, t-that's the only reason y-yup~''

[anneii]

hell

Disgusting. DisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgustingDisgusting

Die. DieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDie

Ugly. UglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUglyUgly

Disapointment. DisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointmentDisapointment

Freak. FreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreakFreak

The words repeat in her head. on and on and on and on. unntil shes just laying there. on the floor in her room in her house whit her mother and father sleeping in the next room and her sister sleeping uppstairs. its 1 in the morning and she still hasent bin abel to drag herself from the flore to change int her pj. instead she has bin layng there hating herself for ours on end.

It was fine at first. the day started well. she was happy fine. they had just got home from a trip yesterday and she fore once didnt want to jump of a kliff and slowly die while feling all the bones in her body crumble. it was a fun trip she had forgotten her cellphone at home so she didnt have any contact whith her friends or the outside world. she had peace. ofcorse she was whit people on the tripp but she felt safe around them. she as always didnt let anybody in and always painted on a smile but sometimes the smile was acualy real. but ofcorse it couldent be perfect. her famely was there and as usualy the stressed her out. but it wasent that bad.

She hade hade breakfast alone in hte kitchen and it was nice. then she went downstairs to unpach and imedeatly got a snarl from her mother fon not waking upp late and not having unpacked yet. she went in her room and started unpacking but as soon as she opend the bag a big wave of angsiety flowed over her and innsted she just went to sit on the floor and think about all the weird ad stupid shit she had done the past week ah how embaresing she was.

About ten minits later her mother had come in to check if she had started to unpack and she imedietly risen from her posichen ffrom the floor and stod beside the bag facing away from the door as it opend.

Her mothers head peked threw and when she saw thet she hadent started yet she gave a snarl ancompanyed whit a look of both dissapointment and anger. her mother than said that she did not want to unpack the whole day. than she disapeard and she started unpacking thinking of the look on her mothers face as she bareded herselt on her head about being a bad persion.

When she was done it was nearly lunch time and she heard her parents start to argue in the kitchen. She quickley put in her earplugs and started reading. after a while she heard her dad call for lunch but still heard them arguing. she didnt want to go up because the where arguing but her dad would be man if she didnt come directly.

She waited a while but then heard her dad cal a second time and paniced and went up. they stood in the kitchen lokking angerly at her. she went to take a plate and some food and they started talking agan. her mother was mad at her fater for being man at the kids and desided to take upp the mood in the room. she told her husband that thir child looked realy comfterble and that he neded to be nicer. the girl got realy un comfterble at that and took her food and scuried away as fast as she could.

As the day passed trew she webt grosoty shopping whit her dad whitch was okay and whed she came home she desidet to read.

She read untill it was time to go to bed. her dad came in her roome an tolde her to put her phone in uppstairs as ususal and then she went to brush her teeth. wile brushing her teeth she studied her face in the mirror to se the same old ugly reflection lokking back at her ad stepped away from the mirror to not need to se her face anymore. when she was done she went in her room and closed the door. a big wave of angsiety came over her and she just layed domn on the floor not beign able to ger ready for bed.

And here she now was. wanting to kill herself and hoping she had the courage to do it thisweek so she didnt need to go back to school from the break.

sorry for the spelling in the text english is not my first language and I have pretty bad dyslexia bur still like to write.

hope you enjoued the short story.

[monarch-of-weird-girlboy-nation]

@freddie-77-ao3 yes thank you

Firstly lore-

Brithism (also known as Brithic Christianity, Completionism and Completionist Christianity) is an offshoot of Christianity, started in the 1800s America by a man called Thomas Nicholas, who claimed, that as Jesus was the Son part of the trinity made flesh, and god put down on earth, Thomas was the Holy Spirit. This is the founding point of Brithism. Its called that because Brith is the word in the 'Language of Angels'for complete.

1. Ok so you know how Christianity, here she father son and holy spirit? They're all god, just in different roles. That's this. There's Jesus, the Son, God the Fater and Thomas the holy spirit. The holy trinity. But its still monotheism.

2. It's a pretty big religion, but it's no means the only one. This still is the normal world, but with one extra christian denomination. It has around 900,00 followers.

3. Holidays my favourite subjects!!! Let's goooo bc the holidays. Reveal even more secret lore

Ok so basically they celebrate the birth of Christ (christmas) the resurection of Jesus, the Ascension of Jesus up to heaven. But they also do the same for Thomas, celebrate his birth at Brithmas, his death and Resurrection and his Ascension. But why don't they call Easter Easter? It's called the Resurrection of the Son, not Easter, but it's the same holiday? Well Brithites practice complete Christianity, so that means trying to separate as much from Outside influence (such as paganism) as possible. Any pagany names like Easter have tocbe replaced. Fun fact, the days and months are also named differently.

[weaving-queen]

@webs-of-truth asked:

HI!! OMA SAME BRAIN I NAMED MYSELF ARIANNE FATER ARACHNE AND ARIADNE!!!!!

Your team is really, really, cool!!!!!! Although it's hilarious that you have a Galvantula named Zeus while I have one named Thalia lolol!

What's your favourite arachnid?

hello there, Miss Arianne, that is truly a fascinating coincidence~! you can thank my family's long legacy of stewardship of the bug type pokemon of Corone for this name I possess, it's a long-lived tradition for the bearer of the proverbial torch of gym leadership to christen their children with names honoring bug types.

and why thank you~ I felt the same way catching them and I continue to feel that way about them to this day~! if I may be so bold as to assume, the name you gave your galvantula is a reference to Percy Jackson, correct? my niece loves the books, maybe you two could connect about it sometime~!

as for my favorite arachnid? hmm... well, wouldn't it be unfair of me to show favoritism when my gym houses just about every arachnid pokemon you could think of? (save for non-bug type arachnids such as metagross 😉)

I'm much too fond of arachnids to pick just one so I believe I must say that they're all my favorites~! which is your favorite, my dear~?

[contriite]

I finally finished my THG verse for Basil. I have added it to my doc && under the cut as well. 

Basil Hallward - THG verse

Basil Hallward was born in the Capitol, November 15, 35 ADD, as the only son of Ethelia Silentsong and Aulus Hallward. His father was a politician involved with management of the Districts, his mother worked as a secretary for the government. Despite his parent's line of work,  Basil never really developed an interest in politics, and much against his father’s wishes he pursued an education in the Arts - focussing on classic painting as well as design.

When Basil was a year away from finishing his education, his father was arrested && sentenced to become an Avox. The reason for this arrest was never made public, && he was certainly not encouraged to question it. In fact, everyone who had any personal involvement with his fater - including his mother - moved on as if nothing had ever happened, so much so that the topic of his father quickly became taboo. The only perceivable change was their social status. His mother didn’t lose the house - but everyone knew she was working night and day to keep it - that they were skipping meals &&  that in winter, they had no means to keep such a large house warm.

After graduating, Basil sought to establish a name for himself as a painter. It didn't take long for him to find out that the art sphere was no more free than the political sphere, && he learned to walk a thin line: his works are filled with symbolism - be it so obscure that only an insider could understand the ever so subtle critique present in them.

However,  the population of Panem is hardly encouraged to stop && think -- && so his work reaches but a limited audience. Meanwhile his monetary needs become ever more prevalent. For a couple of years he puts his painting on hold && manages to submerge himself into the world of design. His work is heavily inspired by nineteenth-century dress && upon showcasing a couple designs in a televised contest he manages to secure himself a partnership with an established fashion label.

All it took was the right person to buy something from his hand ,&& before he really realized what had happened he was suddenly the one in the spotlight. He sold more than he could produce – but trends in Panem proved to be ever changing and within a matter of weeks, it seemed interest had waned. Remaining relevant turned out to be a rather delicate struggle,, && it made Basil resent the public tastes - even as he continued trying to appeal to them

His real breakthrough came when he got a position working on The Games. At first, he is hired as a stylist, but after only two years of service he manages to secure himself a broader - albeit less public - position working on both tribute and victor representation. But fame came at a price, && for the first time, it became crystal clear to him that there were lines he would be wise not to cross,, && that The Games held much more horrors than most people realised.

[pepecarbs]

Deeper and Deeper

- AC In a higher place I am, but yet deeper down I go. The farthest place I reach, yet in a corner I'm stuck. Apologies fill my mind and the right thing to do, I can't seem to find. I fight after I surrender and surrender for me to fight, yet nothing seem to go right. In the darkness I embrace the light, in the darkness I can't seem to end my plight... Darkness fill my sight. Jump from this high place may just be the best to end this race. The pillars of my being questions this thought and action. "Why would you even do it?" It asks. Always, the answer I have would be, "for me to be part of the past." A remnant from nothingness born from the light but was meant to leave from our own and live with the dust. I am gathering rust... But in Him I don't lose my trust. Demons test me and even the Devil himself, they had placed my fater unto their own shelf. What was for me they intercept and me they pester. Only to find themselves annoyed and obtain my temper. As my obedience solidifies, El Satan to Father wagers, "I tell you, that soldier of Yours... that child of Yours, he shall falter." As long as I hear Him say, "No. None of my children will fail for they have their Father." Into nothingness I surrender, but the fight is not over. The void of fullness shall be my refuge from this realm of full emptiness. A place made by The Supreme, but have been manipulated by the flesh. One day everything shall start fresh. As my sight sheds unseen falls and my chest pumps blood that to Azrael calls... My footsteps will follow the sands toll. The voices from the river of Styx, to me they are calling The voices from the abyss, with my mind they're toying. Into the rubble I find myself again and again this is where I fall. Onto the edge I find myself stopping after I crawled. My shell shows of joy and enthusiasm, whilst my core is chewed up by despair and sarcasm. Let no sith find me, let the force guide me. All seing eye bears witness trichetra reminds me to rest the anc welcomes what I have and have left. As the mist gather around me A smile I equipt for everyone to see The room I will fill with glee Until one day I go back home to Thee.

[rodrickfell]

[          ◟  MAY.  ◝           ]     ⸻     have  you  ever  heard  renegade  by  big red machine & taylor swift  ,  well  it  is  RODRICK FELL  to  a  tee  .  the  THIRTY FOUR  year  old  owner of notting hill cafe has  been  spotted  wandering  down  portobello  road  markets  just  last  sunday  ,  do  you  know  them  ?  would  you  say  he  is  more  reckless  or  more  loyal  ?  anyway  ,  they  remind  me  of  grey shirt and blue jeans, whiskey on the rocks, late nights at the cafe, yamaha motorcycle, smell of fresh coffee  ,  maybe  you'll  catch  them  around  yeah ?     ⸻     [          ◟  SEBASTIAN STAN. ◝           ]   

Triggers - death (mentioned)

Basic Info -

Full Name: Rodrick Fell

Alias: Rick

Age: 34

Birthdate: October seventh

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Pronouns: He/him

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Owner of Notting Hill Cafe

History -

Born in Notting Hill to a well-established family, Rodrick never felt like like he's missing anything throughout his childhood. His mother was a school teacher, and his father owned a cafe in town.

Rodrick always looked up to his parents, and alongside his twin sister he always felt loved and cared for.

Rodrick found himself many days after school in his father's cafe, helping out with work, that's actually what he remembers most of his childhood memories with his father.

It was interesting growing up with a twin sister, they had their fair share of ups and downs throughout the years, and there had been many years throughout their twenties where they haven't spoke much, or fought a lot once they did, both being prideful and stubborn individuals.

around their late twenties, Rodrick's father became ill, and eventually when Rodrick was 27 his fater passed away.

Rodrick was devastated and with the great loss him and his sister grew a very strong bond, and now she is one of the people he feels closest to.

Rodrick decided that he shouldn't let his father's business die, and picked it up as his own. It was definitely not his major plan in life, but life brought him there, and he's not regretful of that choice. While there are moments where he wonders what would happen if he were to choose a different path for himself, he's not letting those thoughts linger.

A few years after, Rodrick met a woman that changed his life completely. He was so focused on learning how to run a business that he couldn't really think of anything else until she walked in.

He dated her for three years and eventually decided to marry her. The marriage lasted half a year before they both realized that this isn't working out for them. The fights were too big, there were too many things they didn't see eye to eye, and frankly, she realized that she wanted bigger things than to spend her entire life in a small town, doing the same job until she's old enough.

Something about the divorce broke something inside of him, and he's definitely not the same as he was before that. He became a lot less trusting, has less faith in things lasting, and became a lot more closed off to those he's been involved with.

Extra Info -

He loved working at the cafe as a kid/teenager, and he also loves running it. He considers himself a good business owner and he takes everything about it very seriously. His workers might call him uptight for that.

He probably wouldn't rush into a relationship even if he feels something strong for someone.

He's super protective of those he loves, he looks overall like the kind of chill guy but he could easily pick up a fist fight if he knows someone he loves is getting hurt.

He owns a motorcycle, one of his biggest loves.

If he isn't working you would probably find him at the local bar, one of his ways to lay off after closing the cafe at nights.

Wanted Connections -

Twin sister

Ex-wife

Co-workers

Close friends

Exes/flings/crushes

all is open for discussion !!

[jadegreensworld]

Have you ever wanted to know how to send healing energy to someone in a different town or state?

I will share with you my successful experience that I had yesterday in sending healing energy to my sister-in-law.

I will break it down step by step, so you can do it yourself.

I have tried it the way I've been told, and it has never worked! I tried and tried without success.

Yesterday, my sister-in-law was at work and thought she pulled a muscle in her neck. The next morning, she texted me and told me what happened and canceled our day together.

I told her that I would try to send her some healing energy, but that it probably wouldn't work, because it never has in the past.

Well, I went with my intuition and I rubbed my hands together to activate my energy in my hands. Then I grabbed a selenite stick I had near me. I spoke out loud and asked for my ancestors to help me with healing her. They agreed, so I visualized sending my energy from my hands and watched to go to her three towns away. I visualized it entering her body and go straight to her neck and head.

She was experiencing nausea, neck pain, and a severe headache.

I visualized my energy going from her head to her neck, and back up again, repeatedly. Then, I visualized the pain leaving her neck and head and wrapping around a spinning ball of light. The faster it spun, the fater it gathered all her pain. I did that for a bit and then I sent the ball of light down through the floor and into the ground a few feet deep into the dirt. And watched as it dispersed in different directions.

While it was dispersing, I told it to turn into good, clean energies. (You never want to leave any negative energy in the earth. You always, always want to turn it into something positive.

After that, I had my energy continue to soothe her neck muscles and her head for her headache. I also went down to her stomach once and pushed out her nausea and sent that into the ground as well.

When I was done, I texted her and told her I was finished and wasn't sure, but I thought it wouldn't take longer than 30 min.

I felt extremely tired, so I called some of my energy back, and I didn't feel tired anymore.

She texted me about 20 minutes later and told me that her nausea was completely gone and her neck felt a lot better!

I was so excited! This is my first attempt that actually worked!

I am finding out that most of the ways that people do things, are different for me. The "normal" or "standard" way of doing things doesn't work for me.

I usually have to figure out what works for me by just "letting it come to me".

Let me know how you send your healing energy.

[chriiiiix]

THIS!!! Jason lost so much, one day he had it all and in the other was all gone. Fater, brother, grampa, friends, house, room, robin, his mind, his time. He came back as a homeless teenager with no family, he couldn't talk, couldn't remember.

Jason had nothing when he was young, and then came Bruce and gave him the world, just for it to be taken from him

sometimes i think jason’s anger gets too oversimplified as just anger and so rarely do i see it acknowledged that it is absolutely also grief, just not in the "standard" way

on top of that jason would’ve been mad at bruce no matter what he did. because grief is illogical in the things it makes us think and feel. i’ve loved pretty much every batfam fic i’ve ever read but sometimes i feel like we write jason as too easily swayed by being told about batman’s downward spiral after his death. because explain all you want, grief is stubborn and grief is not something you can just… convince away.

is this me being a fucking nerd about psychology and wanting to see more jason content that actually explores the fact that anger is only one component of his grief? maybe. none of your business go away im at a restaurant >:(

[disfrutalakia]

Dude Wangji's life in the flashbacks fucking sucks, first his house is burned to the ground, his fater dies, his brother goes missing, his leg is fucking broken, then he is obligated to go the clan that burned his house down to study (more like be kept prisoner) then he gets stuck on a cave for week after having his leg get even worse cause a giant turtle monster trying to eat it, stuck on a cave for weeks without food and waiting rescue

Then immediately after the house of his crush get attacked and he goes missing for months, and not even his brother knows what happened to him, then one day his crush comes back but now he deals with demons which goes against all of your believes and yet... and yet you can't stop loving him