#tw grandparents

[a-lil-perspective]

Okay, so with my family we always celebrated our grandfathers too for Father’s Day, and I can see Crosshair’s family doing this 🥺 they get all the men in the bad batch together with all the kids, in laws and grandkids, wives to of course have a party since there’s to many to visit in a day 😂 so they all just have fun, maybe a barbecue and joke about old times, tell the kids war stories and the whatnot.

Gramps Cross anon

Aww this is so sweet. The old papas getting together. 🥺❤️

#tw Father’s Day #tw grandparents #grandpa crosshair #ba’buir crosshair #soft grump crosshair #cross’buir #crosshair #gramps crosshair anon #it’s a lil thing

[spamton]

i accidentally napped and had a dream (nightmare?) where a new update for stardew valley released where everything was the same except on a random day in year 3 Evelyn would just straight up die. There was a whole cutscene that started in her house where she collapsed, and then transitioned over to the hospital where Harvey gave George and Alex the worst news of their lives. However, they got to speak to her where she said something along the lines of "Yoba will protect me, and I am sure he will let me watch over you."

Alex and George would not talk to the player for more than a few words for a full season after this event. George would spend most of his time in the bedroom, so if you had less than 2 hearts with him, you could barely ever speak to him.

And Alex... oh my god, poor Alex. If you were married to him during this event, he just stayed in bed all day. Otherwise, if single, he would just stand on the beach most of the time, staring off into the ocean. If you tried to interact with him, it would just say "Alex is grieving... Better leave him be."

There was also other NPC dialogue like mayor Lewis saying "I haven't seen the community in this state of mourning since your grandfather passed..."

there was also a glitch where you could make Evelyn live forever and there were entire guides for the "immortal Evelyn glitch" that got patched out in the next update. If you tried to perform the glitch after the patch, mr. Qi would tell you that "hey, it happens to all of us. We can't prevent it, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try."

#stardew valley #sdv #death tw #grandparent death tw #family death tw #I DIDNT MEAN TO DOZE OFF AND YOBA PUNISHED ME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE

[zebracakesarecopingmechanisms]

grabs you by the shoulders looks you in the eyes. I love my grandpa soo so fucking much

#!!!!!!!!!!!! #okay to rb #tell me about your favorite family member!!!!! #HES LITERALLY SO SWEET AND REALLY STRONG EVEN AFTER HAVING GONE THEOUGH SO MUCH #HES NEVER RAISED HIS VOICE AT ME OR MADE ME FEEL UNSAFE HES ALWAYS SO SUPPORTIVE WHENEVER I SHOW HIM STUFF!!!! #HE DOES HIS BEST TO MAKE ME LAUGH WHEN IM FEELING DOWN AND HE PUT UP WITH ME AND MY COUSINS’ HIGH ENERGY BULLSHIT SO WELL #HES NEVER PUSHED RELIGION OR ANY SORT OF GENDER ROLES ONTO ME; HE NEVER OVERWHELMS ME WITH EXPECTATIONS HE’S JUST PROUD OF ME!!!!! FULL STOP #HE’S!!!!!!!! HE!!!!! #TOP TEN GUYS EVER FOR REAL #tw grandfather #tw grandpa #tw grandparents #grandpa #grandfather #elders #family #tw family #🤡.txt #kris chronicles

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Family Heirloom and Starry Night (Discord Drabble) Two prompts in 24hrs, the drabblers are spoiled today. It's Lex's birthday! @thefreakandthehair I'm so sorry that my Frankenstien prompt for your b'day is also Steve Sad Boy™ hours. But it has a light-hearted end!!! 🏈🏈🏈 tw: death of a grandparent (way in the past)

"Why would mom mail this to me?" Steve finally mutters from his position at the kitchen bench.

Eddie shimmies upright on the couch and rubs at his eyes, long glazed over from forcing himself to pretend to pay attention to tonight's game. He'd flipped it over a good half an hour ago as the space he had given Steve started to linger on a little too long for his liking.

He just wasn't supposed to almost fall asleep while waiting for Steve to join and watch his favourite team win all those... points? touchdowns?

It doesn't matter nearly as much as the package that was delivered late in the afternoon – one that has left Steve glued to his kitchen stool.

A heavy but small and thin box with 'FRAGILE' and 'DO NOT BEND' emblazoned all over it, the red warnings leaving just enough space for their address and the return label.

Steve has opened it, Eddie realises, looking over his partner's impossibly hunched shoulders when he reaches him.

"I don't remember ever seeing that in your house, sweetheart," he says, standing close and snaking his arms around Steve's middle.

He frowns at the small framed print of Vincent Van Gough's Starry Night painting and rests his chin on Steve's shoulder.

"Mom hated it," Steve explains, "Refused to hang it anywhere in the house after my Grandpa passed. He left it to her."

Eddie hums in the affirmative.

The gold and gaudy frame doesn't exactly scream Mrs Harrington's taste in decor...

"Should I call her?" Steve rasps, setting the print down to pinch his nose, "What if something's wrong and that's why she is sending it to me?"

Eddie can feel his lip quivering.

"Maybe we should talk first, hmm?" he suggests, giving Steve a reassuring squeeze.

"Or..." Steve continues, his tone becoming bitter, "She's sending it now to make it official. That I'm no longer..."

He cuts himself off with a shaky exhale and looks around their relatively new (but technically very old and rundown) apartment. A quiet little spot in Indy they'd scored without too much searching.

One that they soon filled with their records and clothes, Eddie's amp and guitar and Steve's old trophies. Too many knickknacks they'd thrifted with the help of Robin and a lot of second-hand furniture Wayne found.

An apartment they are still in the process of making their own as they work themselves out together.

Their place in the world. Their home.

Eddie looks over to a patch of blank wall by the phone.

A spot that could use something...

"Do you like it, the painting?" he whispers, pressing a kiss to Steve's ear.

Steve grips the frame, his knuckles quickly turning white as he tenses up. He nods his head vigorously and sniffles.

"My grandpa..."

"Starry, starry night," Eddie sings low, "Paint your palette blue and grey..."

He reaches out to place his hands over Steve's and feels them relax in his touch.

"Look out on a summer's day..." Steve continues wetly, "Yeah..."

He sighs and closes his eyes, shifting his weight back onto Eddie.

"Looks like a pretty good heirloom to me," he says, swaying them just enough to leave Steve humming contentedly without threatening his position on the rickety kitchen stool.

Eddie continues humming the song, a favourite of Wayne's that he only ever passively listened to enough to pick up on the opening line and tune.

"Wanna watch the game with me?" he asks, nodding back to the television as he finishes the song.

Steve giggles, his shoulders gradually shaking them both.

"Baby, I watched that game two Sundays ago."

"But it's your favourite," Eddie argues, jostling their conjoined form, "The Cubs!"

"Eds, that's baseball!"

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #lilys drabbles #stwgdailyprompt #steddie ficlet #steve harrington angst #tw death of a grandparent #steve harrington's parents #harrington family TM

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My grandparent’s dog was swapped with an evil changeling dog which began speaking and making misogynistic threats at me. We had to call the police.

#dream #misogyny tw #abuse tw #threats #horror #nightmare #changeling #police #dog #grandparents #family

[gen-z-culture-is]

gen z culture is forgetting to filter yourself and accidentally saying "this is SO not poggers" in front of your grandma while you're baking together. sorry for being cringe grandma

to be cringe is to be free my friend

#submission #gen z #culture #grandparents tw #grandmother tw

[classycookiexo]

#parents #grandparents #honestly #tw abuse #nursing home #children

[nmolesofadrenaline]

#love love love #on death #death mention tw #a matter of life and death #on grief #grief poetry #grief/mourning #grief poem #dealing with grief #grief journal #grief #abuse survivor #griefjourney #griefandloss #coping with grief #tw grief #loss #dealing with loss #grandparents #grandfather

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

I don't know if this has been asked already, but have the SK boys dealt with abusive grandparents? Like they found out that it wasn't the parents hurting the child but a grandparent instead, and given them the rulebreaker treatment?

(please don't eat this ask Tumblr >M<)

I'm sure they've dealt with cruel grandparents in the past. In which case they have to be decisive with how to punish them, since they are elderly and typically fragile. The fun doesn't last very long.

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #serial killer duo #sk boys #tw abuse #cw abuse #grandparents #rulebreakers

[estrellami-1]

Okay my love I’m sending you a sad and pathetic prompt and then a cutesy fluff prompt (I thought about just sending you the cute one, I feel like all I’m doing these last few days is feeling awful and not being very productive or fun to be around and I think I was just wallowing when I wrote that comment so absolutely feel free disregard this one if you want) this is the sad one, I was thinking more hurt/comfort vibes:

This is just basically self insert except it’s not me I’m inserting it’s my situation lol, one of their relatives passes away (not Wayne) and on top of that they have to find homes for their loved ones pets that they loved the most of anything in the world when everyone is just telling them to euthanize or that everywhere is full and they’re four states and 16 hours away from the pets so it’s not like they can go pick them up easily if at all, which causes them to get sick/throw up a ton from the sadness and anxiety about the situation - enter the other who takes care of them to make sure they don’t worry themselves to death (if anyone wants to come take care of me and maybe just give me about 3000 hugs a day we could make this a live action roleplay situation lol🥺)

(Sorry this is just me complaining pretty much, the other prompt will be cuter)

Oh my love, you’re allowed to feel bad and wallow. I’m so sorry this happened/is happening!! I can’t give you any real hugs but I’ll give you ALL the virtual hugs I can ❤️

When the World Ends - Part 1

Steve’s voice is trembling when he finally makes the call to Eddie. “Hey,” he manages, letting out a pathetic, airy laugh at how badly his voice shakes on that one word. “Um. Can. Can you come over?”

Eddie’s amazing, so he says, “I’ll be there in ten,” and he is. As soon as Steve opens the door, he murmurs, “What’s wrong?”

Steve bites his lip, invites Eddie in. “Y’know how I never mention my parents?” Eddie hums. “But I always leave in the spring for a couple weeks?”

Eddie nods. “Your grandparents, right?”

Steve nods. Bites his lip again, looks up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. “Um.” He sniffs. “My grandpa passed today.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, reaching for him until Steve shakes his head sharply. “What can I do?”

Steve huffs. “What can anyone do?” He wipes his face and begins to pace. “My grandma’s too old to stay on her own now, let alone with all the animals they’ve got, and of course it’s not like her own son would help, not when he could be in Cabo instead, finding new ways to cheat on my mom with his secretary or assistant or her secretary or who the fuck knows. And I want to help but I can’t leave Hawkins, not when everyone else is still here, and there’s still a chance, but it feels so selfish not to go when she needs me-”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts softly, hands up between them. “Take a breath, man, it’ll be okay. I know you love your grandparents but this isn’t all on you, okay?”

Steve slumps back into the couch like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Says, barely above a whisper, “I’ve got animals out there.”

Eddie hums softly. “What did you say?”

“Animals. Pets. I can’t have them here so my grandparents have ‘em. I’ve got a dog and chickens and a horse and what ‘m I gonna do with them?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Eddie promises him.

Steve groans and stands up again, beginning to pace again. “They’re four states away, Eddie! I don’t have a horse trailer, I dunno anyone in Hawkins who has chickens so I dunno if that’s even allowed, and I can’t bring my dog here!” He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing. “I guess the horse could go back to the neighbor, but they gave her to me for a reason, and I dunno what’s gonna happen to the chickens, and imma have to give the dog away, too, and get my grandma somewhere she can be taken care of, and fuck, there’s still the house-” he chokes on an inhale and a sob, standing still for a moment before he dashes through the house.

Eddie watches, wide-eyed, and follows when the sound of retching reaches his ears. “Oh, Stevie,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees beside him, hand hovering over his back. “Can I touch you? Rub your back?” Between gasping breaths, Steve nods, so Eddie puts a gentle hand on his back, rubbing up and down. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs. “I know how scary this all seems right now, but you’re the strongest person I know, ‘sides Wayne, and you’ve got people who care about you and who’re gonna be here for you very step of the way, okay?”

The puppeteer cuts the strings once again, and Steve sags sideways into Eddie, trying to regulate his breathing, still quietly choking on his sobs. “Want me to call Birdie?” Eddie asks quietly, moving his hand to wrap his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shakes his head. Says, between breaths, “She’d panic.”

Eddie hums. “And you wanna be okay for her when she panics.” Steve nods. “Okay, I get that. I’m glad you called me.”

Steve sniffles. Eddie hands him some toilet paper. Says, after he’s blown his nose, “Feels like the world’s ending.”

Eddie thrown back into a memory from months ago. “If the world ends again, you know where I am,” he’d said. He hadn’t been sure, at the time, if Steve would call him. But they stayed friends, to the point where Steve calling him wasn’t quite the rarity it used to be, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt so honored.

“And you called me,” he murmurs, back in the present day, knees sore from the bathroom tile. He knows they’re going to pop like an old man’s when he stands. He decides not to worry about that right now.

Steve nods. “Knew you’d come.”

“And I did,” Eddie nods. Rubs his hand up and down Steve’s arm. “How’re you feeling?”

Steve sniffs again. “Like shit.”

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle. “I probably should’ve guessed. Ready to get up? Or wanna stay here for a minute?”

“Wanna stay here forever,” he says, but shifts to get up.

He stumbles a little when he stands, hissing. Eddie steadies him. “Legs’re asleep.”

“That’s okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. Come rinse your mouth out, m’kay? We’re going back to bed. I’m gonna make a few calls, okay?”

Steve won’t look at him in the mirror. “Gonna leave?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Eddie swears. Steve meets his eyes for a brief second. Shakes his head. “Then I’ll stay until you get sick of me.”

Steve manages a shaky smile. “Not possible.”

Eddie sighs contentedly. “Rinse your mouth out,” he gently reminds him. “Let’s get you up to bed.”

When Steve’s in bed, Eddie turns to leave, then turns back just as quickly when Steve grabs his hand. “You’re not leaving?”

Eddie squeezes his hand. “Not leaving. Just gonna make a quick call.”

“Okay,” Steve whispers, but his breathing picks up again, and Eddie changes his mind.

He bullies his way under the covers next to Steve, pulling him in until his face is tucked into Eddie’s neck and Eddie can rub his back. The call can wait until Steve’s asleep, so he can get back before Steve wakes up.

Steve’s world is ending. That’s every bit as important as the world itself ending. So Eddie resigns himself to stand guard over Steve’s dreams, keeping them happy as best he can.

I hope y’all liked this! The fic tag is the name (“#whentheworldends”) and my writing tag is “#starambles”. Remember I’m NOT doing a taglist for these, so subscribe to either to see where this goes next! Send me an ask with the next thing you want to happen in this fic!

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #eventual steddie #asks #whentheworldends #starambles #Steve has bad parents #Steve has good grandparents #cw: vomit #tw: vomit #just in case #what’s the difference between a cw and a tw?

[rottenn-angel]

#my edit #vent #ventcore #actuallytraumatized #traumacore #liminalcore #tw vent #weirdcore #trauma vent #dreamcore #liminal spaces #vent edit #vent art #actuallyabused #i hate my papou #he can burn in hell #abusive grandparents

[aromanticduck]

If you're comfortable, put the specific age in the tags

#death tw #family death tw #polls #family #grandparents #organic home grown content

[dark-nymph3t]

Grandpa, thank you for allowing me to love you.

You were, and still are, the soul of my soul. You are one of the best things to ever happen to me and thank you for being the best grandpa in the world and for letting me be your grandchild. You were still laughing and joking and smiling to the end, and that’s how I will remember you. I will see you again, not for a while, but I will, and I will give you the biggest hug, bring you and the biggest hershey bar ever, and the largest pecan pie I can make. You promised you would be there when I graduate and when I get my PhD, and you will be. You won’t be there physically, but you’ll still be there, you’ve never broken a promise and you won’t start now. I will love you forever.

Thank you Grandpa, for everything. I love you so much, more than you will ever know.

#tw death #tw loss of a grandparent #tw vent #text #txt

[uncanny-tranny]

The "trans agenda" as a talking point is a very sneaky way to separate trans people from the discussion of trans rights. The "trans agenda" honestly feels like a distraction from the people being talked about, because it's so much easier to talk about impersonal agendas from real in-the-flesh human beings

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #transphobia #transphobia tw #i do not engage in conversation ahout 'the trans agenda' precisely because it's a desperate attempt to obfuscate what is meant... #...because we aren't talking about an ~agenda~. we're ultimately talking about people #we're talking about mothers and fathers and friends and lovers and grandparents. we're talking about *humans* #signaling an unknown/undefined 'agenda' is distracting. it is meant to scare people because those unknown magical agendas /are/ scary #but that agenda doesn't exist. just like the gay agenda and the gay mafia doesn't

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Last night I dreamt I was cooking meth with my grandparents in their back garden while my 9 year old brother negotiated the price with Gus Fring.

#dream #text #July 7th 2023 #drugs tw #grandparents #garden #family #brother #gus fring #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

[chrisdrysdale]

Grief.

Chris evans x reader

Warnings: angst, loss of a family member, grief, crying, bad job.

a / n: this fic is really just a little self healing fic for me. I am sending you and your family my greatest condolences if something like this has happened recently and / or in the past. I am always here if you need someone to chat to. 💗

Chris rushed home the second he had heard what happened, he knew you wouldn't be home till later but he wanted to have everything ready for you. You called him from the bathroom at work, sobbing, crying into the phone, telling him that your mom had just texted you to let you know that your grandmother had passed away. It was all very sudden, no one had expected it. You went to your boss, begging him to let you go home but he yelled at you telling you to go back to work and that you’d lose your job if you went home. The next 5 hours were long, sitting at your desk, vision blurred from the tears rising up and falling out of your eyes, typing away as your heart ached. Once the clock hit 6pm, you grabbed your bag and coat and ran out the door, rushing to your car and driving home.

 As soon as Chris saw your headlights in the driveway, he instantly stood up and ran outside, the rain pouring down on him but he didn’t care. As the car came to a stop, you burst out into tears, resting your forehead down on the wheel. Chris quickly got to your side of the car and opened the door, engulfing you in his arms as he rushed you inside. Once the door had closed, Dodger was already at your feet and he knew something was up.  

Chris looked at you sadly before you dropped your head to your chest and sobbed hard, your knees buckling and Chris catching you quickly. “It’s okay, angel… I have you”. He gently walked both of you to the couch and sat down, rubbing your back softly. You sobbed harder and harder, barely being able to catch a breath. “I- I didn't.. Even get to say goodbye”.

 Chris gave you a heavy sigh and kissed your forehead. “I know baby, it's awful, but think about it now, she's looking down on you know thinking. “That’s my amazing grandbaby”. I bet she’s so proud of you”. You wiped your nose on his chest, and snuggled down into him, still crying a little bit. “You really think so?” 

“I know so”

“I know so” you repeated back to him.

After a little while, Chris sat up a little bit. “Wanna wear my pjs and order pizza?”. You gave him a quick flash of a smile and he helped you up off the couch and brought you upstairs, giving you a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms, a t-shirt and a big hoodie. You sniffled and smiled softly as he began helping you get changed, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

After a little while, Chris sat up a little bit. “Wanna wear my pjs and order pizza?”. You gave him a quick flash of a smile and he helped you up off the couch and brought you upstairs, giving you a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms, a t-shirt and a big hoodie. You sniffled and smiled softly as he began helping you get changed, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

Once you were changed, Chris and Dodger slowly led you downstairs onto the couch. He went into the kitchen to order the pizza, tossing you the remote to the tv, telling you to pick whatever you wanted to watch, You stuck on your favourite movie and snuggled onto the couch, Dodger cuddling in and resting right on your tummy. After a few minutes, the door rang, Chris jogging over to get it. You sat up a bit, placing Dodgers head on your lap as you made room for Chris. He sat beside you and pulled your back against his chest as he handed you a slice of pizza.

After a few more slices of pizza and a few more silent tears, you snuggled back into Chris’s chest, him gently stroking your hair with his fingers. You found yourself falling asleep, which you were pretty shocked about because usually your grief comes with insomnia, but yet there you are fast asleep and snoring.

Of course when the day finally came, Chris came with you to the funeral. He held your hand the whole time, if when you were up on the altar, saying your tribute prayer, he insisted he be with you. He supplied tissues and he gave his condolences to your whole family and even almost punched your cousin when he asked for a photo.

Chris recommended that you skip the dinner afterwards. He knew that your relationship with some of your family members was…. Iffy, and he told you that he’ll do pizza and pjs night, in memory of her.

#Chris evans x reader #Chris evans #cevans #chris evans x reader fluff #Chris evans x reader angst #dodger evans #tw grandparent death #tw grief #tw grieving #tw death