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hitlikehammers · 3 months

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nowhere without you

rating: t ♥️ cw: post-final battle, hurt/comfort ♥️ tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, BIG emotions, even BIGGER love, as in: soul-deep love, softness; happy endings always ♥️

for @steddielovemonth day eight: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him

(also probably the humble love-soaked endlessly-devoted beginnings of the rockstar!husbands in je ne regrette rien)

The weirdest part is how, in the aftermath, Eddie doesn’t speak. Like, at all.

Scratch that: it’s the weirdest and the most concerning part. Eddie makes noise, mostly pained kinda moans that make Steve’s chest clench, ache more the admittedly-decently-deep wounds slowly—but reliably, like, consistently—stitching themselves together, and Steve begs him to get looked at again, because something has to be wrong to cause those kinds of sounds but Eddie doesn’t even shake his head, doesn’t really move at all save that sometimes he trembles, and it’s…

It fucking breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s almost gotten used to stroking Eddie’s hair in silence—so wrong; worthy Eddie that’s just so wrong—and working any tangles out so, much as it’s getting a limp and greasy with days of neglect, at least it’s smooth; but he’s almost resigned to this for the long haul because he’ll weather anything he has to for Eddie and they’ll work through this, whatever this is, they’ll worth through it together and—

“How did you stand you it?”

The sound is more a scratch than anything, glass on sandpaper, and it’s down to Eddie lying where he hasn’t left for the last four, going on five days—as in, not once while Steve’s been awake has he existed without Eddie’s weight situated just so against his chest, sinuous and deliberate in where he presses against, careful as a rule of Steve’s worst injuries and delicate about how he rests against Steve’s body, but not…hesitant.

More, kinda…kinda desperate.

So it’s down to him being pressed so close and sure and unwavering that Steve feels him speak more than anything, matches the motion of his lips against Steve’s gown to words rather than the wind, or something outside his door to the halls of the hospital beyond; it’s down to the tension in the whole of him, the all-too-present shaking that Steve matches the scrape of the question to a hurt that’s…that maybe Steve doesn’t wholly understand just yet, but that really and truly does cut him deeper and closer and more critical at the core of him than the Upside Down ever could have clawed in: Eddie lives in him, nothing else can really…ever hope to be deeper.

“How are you,” Eddie rolls gravel across more words, and Steve’s missed his voice so fucking much, he didn’t realize how much until it’s here again for him to hear and hold but, Jesus fuck, it’s like…it’s like it’s drowning; like Eddie is drowning and then his breath is hitching, and oh, god, that voice is cracking around the edge of a sob, watery and wavering as he damn-near close to begs:

“How did you survive it?”

Steve feels it clench in his ribs, because he thinks he…he thinks he’s putting it together. The strain, the agony in that voice, that voice he loves so fucking much, from this man he loves with everything, but then—the way Eddie presses into him. The force, and the position, and the pattern. The way he’s been quiet, unfailing, but never…never seems distant, seems the opposite: seems focused; intent. The way Dustin had come in and caught him upon the things he’d missed in one of the almost-nonexistent windows where Eddie sleeps, hand lines alongside his sternum and head curled in the most uncomfortable pretzel Steve can imagine, forehead all scrunched and eyes squeezed shut so goddamn hard, looking like any sleep he manages is nothing close to rest by any measure: but Dustin had came in and told him Eddie was the first to him; Eddie ran faster than he’d seen a person run; Eddie’d looked devastated, broken when they’d caught up, and they’d been so afraid, feared the worst, and—

Steve’s starting to fit the pieces together. Maybe.

“No,” Eddie whines, pitchy and fervent and almost ear-splitting, like a wail of sheer gut-wrenching pain that Steve can’t find the reason for in the here and now because it’s just them in a hospital room, they’re okay, and his hand presses heavy, gentle around his wounds still, always gentle and so, so careful and Steve doesn’t know what’s caused the reaction, but then—

Then he can feel his fucking heartbeat for how hard Eddie’s pressing. It’s weird, how it makes him feel…strangely alive, the sensation of it kept and held like that, specifically in Eddie’s hand. And he’s not paying attention to the monitors really, tuned them out as quick as he could but when he listens, okay. Okay, maybe faster than normal, but Steve’s fucking worried, okay, he’s—

“Fuck, no,” Eddie moans and twists his head, no, not just his head, his ear and leans harder into Steve’s chest, his breathing shallow and Steve hates it but he doesn’t know what to do, how to help, what to fix because he’ll fix it if he knows, he’ll climb out of this bed and crawl on the goddamn floors of he has to, but he doesn’t know where to go, what to find, what demon’s left to slay—

“I’m just, I’m grateful you did,” survive, Steve survived…

He survived, like, now?

“But grateful’s such a weak word, it doesn’t,” and Steve takes a breath, and reaches, rests his hand on Eddie’s wrist just to see: his heartbeat’s somuch faster, it’s like a flutter of a flutter felt strong enough to break through skin, it catches in Steve’s heart just to touch—

“You’re so much stronger than I could ever, like,” Eddie’s going on, still breathless and fuck, Steve can see why; “fucking hope to be.”

Shit, but that’s…he wasn’t stronger, fuck, Steve wasn’t stronger than Eddie, Eddie nearly got eaten alive, Steve nearly couldn’t staunch enough of the bleeding, he almost lost—

Eddie keens, horrible and hurting and Steve stills: the monitor. The thundering of his own pulse at the memory.

How did you survive it?

Losing. Almost losing. That’s…that’s what it is.

That’s why Eddie’s pressed against his chest, his his head and his hand have been a fucking frame, goddamn, like, parentheses surrounding Steve’s beating heart, proof of life, Jesus—

“But I need to be,” Eddie’s voice is quiet, but steadier, and his chin dips like a nod to himself; “I need to learn how,” he’s firm with it; “for you.”

Oh, god. Oh…oh Eddie.

“I can’t ever lose you, Steve,” Eddie presses trembling lips to Steve’s chest and then presses close again, so close and oh: he wasn’t just intent where he’s been silent so long.

He was listening.

“Never ever,” he breathes against Steve, hot and damp; almost kinda breathless again, or still: “never ever.”

“Eds,” Steve begins, not even entirely sure where he plans to go, just knows he needs to do something, say something, but Eddie’s turning Steve’s hand in his, where he’d circled Eddie’s wrist; he’s turning it and mirroring the hold, gripping Steve’s wrist in kind.

“I couldn’t find it,” he gasps, and the sound makes the sob clear before Steve feels the wetness soak through to his skin; “I couldn’t feel it at all, you were, it,” he presses his fingers in hard, squeezes so goddamn tight, and Steve can’t…he doesn’t want to imagine what Eddie had to do, what Eddie found and felt, he doesn’t but he can, because he remembers the mirror image so stark, it took him so long because he couldn’t find a pulse either, he’d had to press on Eddie’s heart at the source and even then—

“I couldn’t feel you.”

Oh. Fuck. He—

“Oh, baby,” Steve’s elevated enough at an angle that he can at least kiss Eddie’s hair, barely brush his scalp but it’s enough, for the breath that punches from Eddie against his chest it’s at least something; “that’s…”

“I won’t survive that again, Steve,” Eddie sucks in, unsteady and drenched with tears, with sorrow, but also…also more than anything else, they’re filled up with so much love.

A love big enough to hurt that hard.

“And I can’t…” Eddie gasps, breath catching; “I can’t handle not feeling it,” and his fingers tighten; his hand on Steve’s chest and his cheek across from it press down that extra little bit so Steve knows his own heartbeat in those moments full and deep.

“Have to feel it always,” Eddie whispers like he’s telling himself, and Steve, and Steve’s heart through flesh and bone, some cosmic secret no one else can know: too sacred. Too precious.

“You can feel it any time,” Steve lets his hand fall from Eddie’s to cover the hand Eddie’s got splayed ln his chest, counting time; holds him there almost protectively: “all the time,” and he slips his fingers between Eddie’s and shifts his palm close to the beating, so he can still feel what he needs as he murmurs with his heart literally in Eddie’s hands, with his entire goddamn soul:

“All of me. It’s yours.”

Unshakable fucking fact. He doesn’t even have to will it, or hope for it; his heartbeat knocks that heavier against their hands for those words like it knows.

It knows.

“Don’t leave me,” Eddie bursts out, begging; almost something primal, and Steve can feel the tremoring of his lips where they drag against him; “please. I’ll do anything, I swear it, just don’t—“

“Be you,” Steve braves the whimper that comes from untangling his hand from Eddie so that he can reach for Eddies cheek and cradle him in closer, and oh, fuck, thank god: something in him sighs out and loosens, ever so slightly—finally.

“Everything you are,” Steve presses on, runs his thumb back and forth through Eddie’s drooping curls; “let me love you, past living and dying,” and Eddie’s breath catches, for that, but Steve holds him tighter for it, drowns him as best he’s able in the proof he needs so bad; “don’t leave me,” and Eddie huffs a little for that, like it’s beyond believing, impossible, and Steve smiles to himself for it, tries to lean enough to press the grin to Eddie’s head, hopes he manages as he murmurs there close:

“That’s it, Eddie,” and he lets his fingers spread wider, cradle Eddie all the more: “that’s all I need.”

“That and more baby,” Eddie answers him between the double-beat of his pulse, immediate; “you’re the music and the rhythm,” he nuzzles a little against him, and Steve smiles a little wider for it; “you’re the reason my heart beats,” and Steve finds that heartbeat for himself at Eddie’s jaw, now; a little calmer. Not much. But: something.

It’s a start.

”I don’t have a reason without you,” Eddie exhales, vehement; “I don’t want a reason, without you.”

And Steve should maybe push on it, or be scared by it: but neither seem right, not for this.

Not for them.

Steve just holds Eddie’s pulse under the pressure of his touch, and holds Eddie’s cheek closer still into his chest as he breathes:

“You’re my whole heart, Eds,” and he lets a second pass, and then another, for that heart of Eddie’s to pump evidence unshakable against him, to play the song and rhythm straight into his waiting ear:

“Was never going anywhere without you.”

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anjukurada-fanfic-rec-blog · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 CONTENT / POTENTIAL SPOILERS although I am making an effort to put in as little information as possible so as not to really give anything away... Anyways, I have seen people sharing their favorite episodes, moments, details, facts and theories, and despite all of the content I have consumed, not a SINGLE PERSON seems to have caught or even cared about this detail. It is a small detail, and I admit, I missed it in my first watch-through because I was so consumed by the emotions of the characters and the scene. But I love wings and winged creatures, so I watched this scene over and over, and after my second watch, I noticed this... When Angel Crowley receives "the news" regarding his creation, he becomes visibly upset. We saw how ABSOLUTELY EXCITED he was for his creation, and he is understandably disappointed and frustrated. Here, you can see how the news has literally ruffled his feathers. At first, as he's processing the news, everything is normal, but as he progressively gets more frustrated and worked up, more feathers start to stand on-end, and by the end of it, his wings are raised and fluffed in an obvious show of distress. I couldn't get a video clip of it, but after he lets it all out and he calms down, you can physically watch the feathers lower and go back to lying flat. I thought this was such a beautiful and well-thought-out detail and it absolutely deserves SO MUCH MORE recognition. Also, as a personally funny note, as someone who talks with their hands, having wings would be a nightmare. I would be talking with my whole body, wings included, and I would be unintentionally beating everyone around me with those things!

#good omens #good omens 2 spoilers #go2 #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #Angel!Crowley #gos2 spoilers #wings #angel wings #neil gaiman #small details #big emotions

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mortal-cupid · 2 months

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How We Can Normalize Emotions:

♡ Allowing 'Cool Down' Or 'Self Regulation' Breaks In School And Work Spaces

♡ Normalizing The Use Of Fidget Tools, Sensory Tools, And Emotional Regulation Techniques In Public, Work, And School Environments

♡ DO NOT JUDGE. If Someone Is Having Big Emotions Around You, As Long As They Are Not Harming Or Attacking Anyone, Then It Is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

♡ Be Mindful Of Others, If You Do Not Wish To Be Mindful Of Them Then Do Not Be Around Them

♡ Implementing Better Emergency Service System For People In Need

♡ Allowing People To Have A Space Where They Can Be Themselves, Feel, And Express Themselves Free Of Judgement (Obviously As Long As They Are Not Harming People)

♡ Letting ALL People Have Emotions. No Matter What Age, Race, Gender/Identity, Ability, Ect. ALL People Have A Right To Feel Emotions.

♡ Normalize People Still Learning How To Handle Their Emotions, Not Everyone Was Taught How To Regulate Themselves And It's A Skill That Has To Be Practiced Just Like Any Other Skill

♡ Allow People To Communicate In Any Way They Can/Need To, People Who Are Non-Verbal Can Still Communicate, Physically Speaking Is Not The Only Form Of Communication

♡ Do Not Shame Or Talk About Or Point Out Someone Who Is Upset Or Trying To Regulate Themselves. Leave Them Alone And Do Not Acknowledge Them Unless You Ask Them Personally If They Need Help, Having Big Emotions In Public Is Already Embarrassing Enough, Hearing People Talk About It Or Point It Out To Others Makes It A Million Times Worse. Just Leave Them Alone.

♡ ACTUALLY Accommodate People When They Ask To Be Accommodated

♡ If Someone Needs Support Or Extra Help, Do Not Shame Them Or Make Them Feel Needy. If You Think They Are Needy Or They Should Be Ashamed, Just Do Not Interact With That Person, You Do Not Have To Make Them Feel Bad Because You Feel A Certain Way About Them

!! Emotions Are A Normal And Natural Response To Physical, Emotional, And Personal Triggers. They Don't Even Need A Main Trigger To Be Present. We Would All Feel So Much Better If We Just Let Emotions Be Emotions And Let People Feel How They Need To !!

( With Love, Cupid ♡ )

#love #normalize emotions #emotional outbursts #emotional regulation #big emotions #fyp #mental health #mental illness #mental heath support #mental health awareness

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midnightshaze13 · 4 days

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I'm at a turning point in my life, a month-long sick leave, many things from the past in the process of assimilation, changes in myself on a deeper, significant level, introspection, psychologist, talking, childhood wounds, attachment issues, not-so-healthy relationships... With that comes a lot of healing, many big emotions that it has moved.

The Tortured Poets Department sounds like what I'm experiencing these times: hard emotions, realizations and just a tiny little bit of growth. 🤍

#growth #the eras tour #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #ttpd the anthology #lyrics #ts ttpd #literature #healing #hard times #big emotions #psychologist #attachment issues #introspection

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pumpkinmagekupo · 11 months

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So I finally finished this quest line the other day.

I got very teary eyed at the end ;-;

#gaius van baelsar #The Sorrow of Werlyt #big emotions

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lila-rae · 2 years

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Validate your children’s feelings. Yes to you that loose tooth that you know will eventually fall out isn’t anything big, but it’s bothering them and you can at the very least validate their feelings and help them to learn to work through their big and valid emotions. Children don’t have to be humbled by parents because “the real world won’t…”. The kid is five and comforting them isn’t teaching them that the world will cater to them, but it is reinforcing that their parents and/or caretakers love and respect them and their feelings. It’s teaching them that when they have any issues they can trust that the adults in their life will listen and help them through it.

#parenting #big emotions #children deserve respect too

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ginervacade · 1 year

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Stand Tall Ramble

Ok so Stand Tall gives me BIG emotions.

( the colors are significant in some places, ( but you could understand the post without them. I think it’s obvious where they’re significant, but most of the time the purple is just to show that it’s lyrics. Every so often purple just means Julie specifically, blue for Luke, pink for Alex and red for Reggie, but if you’re not sure assume purple means lyrics)

The first thing that always gets me is Julie going on alone, still teary, voice a little shaky for a measure or two but she still goes out and pours her whole heart onto that stage.

Don’t blink. No, I don’t wanna miss it

Everything has just happened so fast. She lost her mom, she lost her passion for music for a while and then all of a sudden there’s three new important and confusing people in her life. Her friendships have changed, her crushes have changed, her whole world has flipped on its head. Suddenly her music is back too.

One thing and it’s back to the beginning.

Just as quickly as she gets the boys she’s thinks she’s lost them

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep going on never look back

And it’s one, two, three, four times

She wrote this song with the boys. This line is showing how important each member of the band is to everyone else. I would have looked to each of the boys as I counted if I were singing this song and it had gone as planned.

That I’ll try for one more night

Light a fire in my eyes

This is a decision to keep going, keep fighting. With or without the boys. FOR the boys.

I’m goin’ out of my mind.

Too much has happened at once

Whatever happens even if I’m the last standing

Ima stand tall

There’s a switch in her voice here, a sudden power. She is the last standing now, but she’s not going to let anything stop her. She knows the boys wouldn’t have let her and neither would her mom.

Whatever happens even when everything’s down

Ima stand tall

I gotta keep on dreaming

Cause I gotta catch that feeling

As someone who has sang and played music my entire life I can tell you that there is an emotion and a physical feeling that I can not possibly describe to you that comes with preforming.

Whatever happens even if I’m the last standing

Ima stand tall

There the feeling really hits her when she gets the reaction. She realizes that maybe she can do this.

And then Alex appears…

There’s a look in Alex’s eyes of, “ we would not have left you again.” A little smile of “ I’ve got you, just keep going”

Julie’s eyes LIGHT UP with pure unbridled hope. The tears come back in an instant because she could have done it alone, but she doesn’t have to.

And then Reggie appears too, she doesn’t have time to really react but she actually giggles a little, and the tears get bigger. Reg gives her this little smirk and he nods like, “ you’ve got it, we’ve got you. Just sing”

Right now I’m loving every minute

This song was written before but this line has a whole different feeling now than it was intended to. Originally this was, I’ve found my people, I’m back, they’re back and we’re going to take over the world. Now it’s a big feeling of, WE CAN DO THIS.

Hands down

Can’t let myself forget it, no

There a subtle defiance in that no

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep holding on never look back

And it’s one, two, three

Julie looks to Alex and Reggie here as Luke flickers and there’s fear in everyone’s eyes but still blinding hope in Julie’s

Four times

And we linger on Luke flickering

That I’ll try for one more night

Julie is not giving up on him.

Light a fire in my eyes

I’m goin out of my mind

Luke makes it here and it’s perfect and the look in everyone’s eyes is enough to send me into a fresh wave of tears

Whatever happens

Even if I'm the last standing

I'ma stand tall

Whatever happens

Even when everything's down

I'ma stand tall

I gotta keep on dreaming

'Cause I gotta catch that feeling

Whatever happens even if I’m the last standing

Ima stand tall

But now it’s back to it’s original meaning

There’s not a last standing this time

Like I’m glowing in the dark

And they all really are

I keep on going when it’s all falling apart

Yeah I know it with all my heart

Self explanatory

The oos make me giggle so much, it’s adorable and Reggie and Julie’s friendship could be a whole other giant post. Plus musically it gets me all jittery because it’s just so good.

Never look back

Alex’s chorus means a lot to me because he just stand up and does it without a second thought and I love the idea that this is him finally listening to Reggie the beginning “ can you just own your awesomeness for once?”

Reg takes his moment and there’s something about his power note there with the stand tall building with everyone there that really gets me worked up

Whatever happens

Even if I'm the last standing

I'ma stand tall

Whatever happens

Even when everything's down

I'ma stand tall

I gotta keep on dreaming

'Cause I gotta catch that feeling

And the final chorus with just everyone’s voices means a lot because they don’t need their instruments to be the band. They’re just themselves in that moment and its so powerful

Whatever happens

Even if I'm the last standing

I'ma stand tall

Everyone’s faces as they’re taking in what they’ve just done is so wonderful and the way they all look at each other is so sweet

Alex grabbing Luke’s hand HURTS

Because there are so many ways it could be: 1. They’re celebrating, this is a Luke we did it

2. The way Luke doesn’t hesitate to take it tells me he may have done this before and this is simply Alex showing his excitement ( I could give a whole rant about these two too)

3. Anxiety

4. Adrenaline

5. ( you’re getting a ramble on fear responses wether you want it or not) but Alex’s automatic fear response almost every time we see him scared ( which is often) is to reach for Luke

And the two most heartbreaking options

6. Alex isn’t sure Luke is stable enough not to flicker before they can poof out after bows so he’s trying to tether him

7. Alex isn’t sure HE is stable enough not to flicker before they can poof out after bows so he’s trying to tether himself

And then the bows and the boys disappear like they always do and Julie knows it’s different but she’s still glowing with the excitement and power of their performance that she’s blissfully oblivious to what it really meant for the boys this time and I SOB THROUGH STAND TALL JUST AS HARD AS UNSAID EMILY EVERY SINGLE TIME for these reason.