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jiangwanyinscatmom · 4 years ago

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1- you know JC stans always try to deflect claiming LQR LXC LWJ and NMJ are all equally at fault bc they didn't stand for trhe wens either but JC and WWX are literally the only two people who know the truth about the wen sibs and he decided not to tell anyone so the public has no means of knowing everything they did and risked for him, they literally committed treason to save the jiang sect and protect them from the wen army but in the eyes of the public they are known as loyal disciples to WRH-

Thank you for the question anon!

Relevant passages in regards to this issue posted first since a lot of it gets very misconstrued with what blame lies where with the Sect Leaders before the events when it came to the massacre at Nightless City and the deaths of the Wen Remnants. This is not necessarily clean cut after the fallout with Jin Zixuan and Jin Zixun's deaths. This is also still with the underlying plot of Jin Guangshan aiming for the Yin Hu Fu. There is a lot of political intrigue that goes ignored with this by manipulation of the Jin Sect and Jiang Cheng being blinded by his own jealousy.

“… Four inspectors were harmed. Around fifty of the remaining Wen Sect members escaped. After Wei WuXian led them into Burial Mound, he summoned hundreds of fierce corpses to patrol the base of the mountain. Our people still can’t get any further.”

When he finished, silence filled the Golden Pavilion.

Jiang Cheng only spoke after a few moments, “What he did was indeed a bit too much. Sect Leader Jin, I apologize to you in place of him. If there’s any way at all to help the situation, please let me know. I’ll definitely compensate for things however I can.”

What Jin GuangShan wanted, however, wasn’t his apology or his compensation, “Sect Leader Jiang, at first, for your sake, the LanlingJin Sect didn’t intend on saying anything. However, some of these inspectors weren’t from the Jin Sect. There were a few from other sects as well. This makes it…”

Jiang Cheng’s brows were knitted. He rubbed the vein that throbbed at his temple and soundlessly took in a deep breath, “… I apologize to all of the Sect Leaders. Everyone, I’m afraid you don’t know that the Wen cultivator whom Wei WuXian wanted to save was called Wen Ning. We owe him and his sister Wen Qing gratitude for what happened during the Sunshot Campaign.”

Nie MingJue, “You owe them gratitude? Isn’t the QishanWen Sect the ones who caused the YunmengJiang Sect’s annihilation?”

Within these few years, Jiang Cheng insisted on working late into the night every day. That day, just as he decided to rest early, he had to rush to Koi Tower overnight because of the thundering news. He’d been suppressing some anger under his fatigue since the beginning. With his natural competitiveness, he was already quite agitated since he had to apologize to other people. When he heard Nie MingJue mention the incident of his sect again, hatred sprouted within him.

The hatred was directed at not only everyone who was seated in this room, but also Wei WuXian.

Passage 2:

Using the atmosphere, Jin GuangShan turned to Jiang Cheng, “He’s been plotting for a while to go to Burial Mound, hasn’t he? After all, with his skills, it wouldn’t be too hard to set up a sect of his own. And so, he used this as a chance to leave the Jiang Sect, intending to do whatever he pleases in the bright skies outside. You rebuilt the YunmengJiang Sect with so much work. He’s got a few controversial traits in him to begin with, and still he doesn’t restrain himself, stirring up so much trouble for you. He doesn’t care about you at all.”

Jiang Cheng pretended to stand his ground, “That probably isn’t that case. Wei WuXian has been like this ever since he was young. Even my father couldn’t do anything about him.”

Jin GuangShan, “Even FengMian-xiong couldn’t do anything about him, huh?” He chuckled a few times, “FengMian-xiong just favored him.”

Hearing the words ‘favors him’, the muscles beside the corners of Jiang Cheng’s mouth twitched.

Jin GuangShan continued, “Sect Leader Jiang, you’re not like your father. It’s just been a couple of years since the reestablishment of the YunmengJiang Sect, precisely when you should be displaying your power. And he doesn’t even know to avoid suspicions. What would the Jiang Sect’s new disciples think if they saw him? Don’t tell me you’d let them see him as their role model and look down on you?”

He spoke one sentence after another, striking the iron while it was still hot. Jiang Cheng spoke slowly, “Sect Leader Jin, that’s enough. I’ll go to The Burial Mounds and deal with this.”

Here the sect leaders were aware of the Wen Sect remnants as prisoners of war and saw it as a justifiable reason to keep the remaining Wens imprisoned regardless of age status etc. When Jiang Cheng is asked by Nie Mingjue for clarification on the matter of the debt owed by the Wen siblings it is deflected by Jin Guangshan and Jin Guangyao with clever wordplay to rile everyone up. This leaves those who either asked for more information, Lan Xichen who is shutdown by not having enough information by the majority and Nie Mingjue distracted by his hate of the Wens already, and Mianmian and Lan Wangji who argued that Wei Wuxian was protecting innocents and was not trying to cause a coup ignored as being irrelevant opinions. Wei Wuxian is eventually labelled a defector and danger due to Jiang Cheng exasperating what they had actually planned in the staged fight.

After this several months pass until Lan Wangji comes to tell Wei Wuxian of Jiang Yanli's marriage in a week's time. Several days later the Jiang siblings arrive with the same news and Jiang Yanli is the one to extend a peace branch to try keeping the three connected with the courtesy naming or Jin Ling. Almost a year's time later Wei Wuxian is in fact invited to the one-month celebration as another peace branch by Jin Zixuan who was the one to extend the offer. Jin Guangshan, Jin Zixun and Jin Guangyao planned the murder of Wei Wuxian in Qiongqi Pass against Jin Zixuan's knowledge. This leads to the mess of his murder and Wei Wuxian being hunted down as well as all of the remaining Wens on order of Jin Guangshan in retaliation after Wen Qing is killed as the remaining leader of the Wens and Wen Ning secretly suppressed. This leads to days later to the Pledge Conference at the city which holds Jin Zixuan's body and Jiang Yanli who is there to keep the death vigils (Shou Ling) as family. It's also why her and Madam Jin are wearing the white robes when Wei Wuxian sees them and by bad luck comes across the sect leaders pact when he tries to flee.

After the the wine had seeped into the dirt, Jin GuangShan stated, “No matter the sect, no matter the surname—this cup of wine is to the soldiers who have died.”

Nie MingJue, “May their souls live on.”

Lan XiChen, “Rest in peace.”

Jiang Cheng, however, still had on a darkened expression. He didn’t say anything even after he poured the wine.

Afterward, Jin GuangYao walked out from the LanlingJin Sect’s array and presented with both hands a square box made of black iron. Jin GuangShan took the box with one hand and raised it high in the air, shouting, “Here lies the ashes of the Wen Sect’s remnants!”

After he spoke, he sent forth his spiritual energy and shattered the box with his bare hand. The iron box broke into pieces, and white dust drifted alongside the cold wind.

A scattering of the ashes!

A series of cheers exploded through the crowd. Jin GuangShan raised his hands, signaling for the people to be quiet and listen to him talk. When the cheers slowly died down, he continued, raising his voice, “Tonight, the ones whose ashes had been scattered were the two leaders of the Wen Sect’s remnants. And tomorrow! It will be the rest of the Wen-dogs and—the YiLing Laozu, Wei Ying!”

Suddenly, a low laugh interrupted his grand speech. The laugh was too untimely, sounding both stark and jarring. In unison, the crowd turned to look at where the sound came from.

The Palace of Sun and Flames was a rather magnificent palace. A total of twelve ridges made up its roof, and at the end of each ridge were eight heavenly beasts. Yet, right now, the people realized that on one of those ridges, there were nine. The laugh from before came from over there!

The extra beast shifted slightly. The next moment, a boot and a corner of black clothes dangled down from the roof, swaying softly.

Everyone placed their hand onto their sword hilt. Jiang Cheng’s pupils shrunk. Blue veins lined the back of his hand.

Jin GuangShan was overcome with both shock and hatred, “Wei Ying! How dare you show yourself here!”

The person opened their mouth to speak. What came out was indeed Wei WuXian’s voice, but he spoke in a strange tone, “Why should I dare not show myself here? Do you people here even add up to three thousand? Don’t forget that back in the Sunshot Campaign, let alone three thousand, I’ve fought against five thousand on my own before. And by appearing here, haven’t I granted your wish? No need for you to come all the way to my home tomorrow to scatter my ashes.”

A few of the QingheNie Sect’s disciples died in the hands of Wen Ning as well. Nie MingJue spoke coldly, “What arrogance.”

Wei WuXian, “Haven’t I always been arrogant? Sect Leader Jin, how does it feel, having slapped yourself in the face? Who was the one that said he’d let the matter go if the Wen siblings went to Koi Tower and gave themselves up? And who was the one that just said he’d scatter my ashes and the ashes of the rest of the Wen Sect’s remnants tomorrow?”

Jin GuangShan, “Let’s consider things as they stand! At Qiongqi Path, you slaughtered over a hundred of the LanlingJin Sect’s disciples—this is one thing. You made Wen Ning kill at Koi Tower—this is another…”

Wei WuXian, “Then let me ask you, Sect Leader Jin, at Qiongqi Path, who was the one being ambushed? And who was the one to kill? Who was the main schemer? And who was the one being schemed against? In the end, just who was the one that came to provoke me first?”

Keep in mind none of the other sect leaders were privy to the scheme between Jin Guangshan, Jin Guangyao and Jin Zixun. And they believe they are certainly fighting off a crazed Wei Wuxian and what they think are his fodder Wens meant for corpses. After this Wei Wuxian desperately fights against Lan Wangji who is trying to calm him down before it's too late which is unsuccessful leading to Jiang Yanli also trying to calm him down enough to get him away and talk some sense to get him out of there to run and get to the Wens. After her death he mentally blacks out and Lan Wangji is left trying to take him away to safety close enough to Burial Mounds. Lan Wangji then fights off his elders as Lan Xichen gathered the Lans to find them. Immediately after this is in sequestered secrecy Lan Wangji is punished. Lan Xichen presumably stays with his own brother while Lan Qiren is the acting Sect Leader for the actual Siege that the other three are part of as support. That leaves Jin Guangshan with the ulterior motive of getting the Yin Hu Fu, Jiang Cheng who wants revenge for the death of Jiang Yanli, and Nie Mingjue left to think he is killing what he considers disgraceful Wens.

So, in short, each of them had different motivations for actually being there, and different accounts for those reasons. The Jins for more power, Jiangs for revenge, Nies for justice and the Lans in solidarity. And the fault of it isn't meted out equally as all had misunderstandings and manipulated by Jin Guangshan's pull to each of their morals as cultivation sects. In the end each of the four were there to kill the Wens and Wei Wuxian aside from Lan Wangji and arguably Jiang Yanli when she was caught up trying to get Wei Wuxian to run.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #Nightless City and the First Seige #don't mind me #asks #I can never make these short it seems

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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junhui; you must be magical, because i've fallen under your spell

summary; there was something about gryffindors that unsettled him greatly.

pairing; slytherin!junhui x gryffindor fem!reader

genre/warnings: hp!au, yule ball!au, fluff!! jun’s a dumb boy

w/c; 2k

a/n; if it were possible to separate the masterpiece that is harry potter and jk rowling, we would. the only jk we stan in jeon jungkook but anyway!! this fic has been sitting in my drive for 3!! years!!! enjoy this belated bday present to our favorite golden bean. enjoy! please share if you like it

more in the SVT!hogwarts au: vernon, mingyu, jihoon

“No.”

“C’mon. Just be my partner, it’ll be totally wicked. We’re the best dancers on the team. We can even break heteronormativity if you wanna put it that way.”

“That’s not the point.” Minghao grumbled, throwing his dirty practice gear over his shoulder. “We told you to find a partner before the next practice. All you’ve done is complain to me about how awful everyone else is. Is there really not one girl or boy in Slytherin that you can partner up with?”

Junhui’s bark eyes glazed lazily over the pitch, as if there would be random students just lying around during early morning practice. The weather was definitively awful today, with depressingly muted grey clouds and no trace of the sun ever grazing its presence on campus. He rocked his bat back and forth, letting it bounce on his thigh as they exited the field and neared the viaduct. “There really isn’t,” he drolled, looking disinterested, “I hate all of them.”

“Awh c’mon, you really don’t mean that.”

“Oh, I do. They’re awful.”

“But—”

“No. Please stop trying.”

Minghao took an abrupt turn at the end of the cobblestoned viaduct, in the team room where most of the members were off to their own devices. Team Hogwarts was doing relatively well in terms of team relationships, so far there were no petty fights over house competition because their school pride against other schools was currently taking precedence. Junhui was being petty, he knew it. But his pride was his mantle, and if that couldn’t hold him together, he might as well crash and burn down the pitch.

Minghao started to grumble unintelligibly under his breath, ripping off his blazer and shoving it to one side of his training bag. He looked visibly angry, and Junhui could understand that. Being on Team Hogwarts was stressful enough, and having a friend like him who was heatedly intolerable was just icing on the cake.

“I know someone who can be your partner,” Minghao finally said, looking away, “She can pick up dances quickly. But you gotta promise me you’ll be nice to her.”

“Me? Nice? I’m the nicest person you could possibly meet.” Junhui replied loftily, giving a lazy smirk as he relaxed against the bench. “I’ll treat her like a princess if she’s as good as a dancer as you claim she is.”

“Even if she’s a Gryffindor?”

“Even if she’s a—” his jaw dropped, and he sat straight, his aloof facade shattered just enough for him to sputter out of control. His beater’s bat slipped like butter from his grasp, causing it to echo throughout the room and multiple members to look at the pair strangely. He ignored all of them like a grain of sand. “Seriously? A Gryffindor?”

“I’m a Gryffindor. What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying. It’s fine if pretty boy Chwe wants to go prance around with his stuffy bookworm, that’s expected. But when was the last time you saw a Gryffindor and Slytherin kill it on the dancefloor?”

“I’m taking a Gryffindor,” Jihoon said levelly, looking over them from the side of the bench. His posture was slumped, his hair windswept and his cheeks kissed with a strawberry red from the nippy weather. He was already in his school robes, tucking in the collar of his emerald knit so it would settle nicely. Running a hand through his sandy locks, he brushed up to them, taking no shame into walking into their conversation.

Jihoon had a tendency to flit in and out whenever he pleased, and for whatever reason people still liked Jihoon, something that irked Junhui incessantly. But he never dared to ask, considering Jihoon’s own brand of confidence was something to be desired. “But I also like this person a lot, I don’t care that she’s a Gryffindor. So just swallow your pride and be lucky that someone is willing to help you out, especially last minute.”

“Well,” Minghao looked away sheepishly, trying to save face, “she hasn’t exactly said yes yet. I haven’t even asked her, but there’s no reason why she wouldn’t say no.”

“Alright. Hopefully she says yes then.” Junhui finally said, giving Minghao a small smile. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders, giving a firm squeeze. “Thank you.”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Jihoon give an inkling of a grin, before turning around and walking back.

“Thank you for giving people a chance.” Minghao replied genuinely, squeezing Junhui’s shoulders once before changing into his own robes.

Junhui was nervous. He was nervous and shy and worried that this was going to all be messed up and risk getting kicked off the team. Minghao told him once they entered the practice room, the Great Hall, that his partner would be a little late. It was understandable, it was a last minute thing and he could totally fault himself for that.

He had to play it cool, he had to. He already brought himself thus far, making it onto the team, and playing it off like it was no big deal. But it was work, all of it. Even the little things like this, dancing some five minute routine for the entire campus to see. There was nothing else he could hold onto at this point, everyone else was partnered up in the room (except Mingyu Kim, but no one else seemed to notice since he was never around) and now he was just left to fidget until you showed up.

“Where’s your partner, Junhui?” Soonyoung walked up to him, all up in his face, and Junhui fought the urge to push the co-captain back. Soonyoung was wearing Muggle athletic wear, the one with the strangely thin fabric and pants that were too loose at the top and fitted at the bottom. What did Soonyoung think they were, a Muggle boy band? “We’re about to start.”

“Oh well, she's—”

“Here! Sorry I'm late!” your voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, padding down the linoleum like wildfire. You, a young lady in gold and red dropped her things on one of the dining tables, and surprise surprise, you were dressed exactly like Soonyoung. Your body was a blur as you ripped off your robes, revealing a complete and utter lack of clothing that had Junhui’s gaze burn scarlet. Tight black shorts that ribboned across your thighs, and a white athletic t-shirt that had the same silky material as the Gryffindor captain.

Soonyoung’s face lit up like the morning sun, his face comparable to diamonds as you bounded up next to him. He made a show of it, putting his thumb and forefinger together as if he were taking a photograph of the pair. “Wait, seriously?” he balked, and Junhui grew annoyed at how delighted the hyper kid was being. “Oh Junhui you have the best partner.”

Junhui scrunched his nose, uncomfortable that Soonyoung wanted to be all chummy now that he was doing the right thing. Biting the inside of his lip, he turned to you, who offered him a small smile and an outstretch of a hand.

He blinked. Oh, you’re gorgeous.

And when he took her hand and gave a firm squeeze in reply, he could’ve sworn he felt you. That strange, red crackling fire that so many of them seemed to emanate like it was the newest trend, but it was all-encompassing and so definitively you, that he hated to admit he was aching for more. “I’m Junhui Wen.” he drawled, tilting his head to meet his cocoa eyes to yours.

“I know who you are,” you replied immediately, the subtle jab in your tone pinning him to the floor like it was a glass stake. There was an energy in your gaze, the curious light that was making Junhui spellbound. “We have a bunch of classes together. Divination? Alchemy? Muggle Studies?”

He could only stare at you, struck. His smirk from ten seconds ago descended in a downward spiral, realizing that wow, he had no comeback for that. It was downright a sin not to notice you all this time, and you were rightfully calling him out on it. Points to the Gryffindor, indeed.

Gryffindor’s always intimidated him, a secret only a select few has picked up on. His parents were good people, always telling him that confidence is key and he should strive to be more like them. So, he tried. He’s cocky, for sure. A little shit? Definitely. But it’s different when righteousness slaps in the face, a reminder that there’s goodness in his heart and a strive to do better.

Thankfully (the first and last time Junhui would ever be thankful to Soonyoung) practice had already started and you were late. He felt the grip of your small palm, and you smack his hand to your waist. Is it bad how much he thought how perfect it felt? How he wanted to hold you in his arms forever—

“At this rate,” you cut dryly, voice loud enough for only you two to hear, “we’ll be a centerpiece because you’re not moving a damn inch. Merlin, do you need me to lead?”

“Oh,” it’s only then Junhui realized that his friends were dancing circles around them, and he’s messed up the formation, “sorry.”

You two finally step into the piece, thankful that Junhui had quick reflexes. To his chagrin, you’re not too bad yourself. Despite the lightning on your tongue, you held yourself with grace, following him across the floor as if you were floating. Soonyoung was right, he did snatch up the best partner. He owes Minghao a barrel of butterbeer.

“Hey,” you hummed, voice blending wonderfully between the enchanted piano. “Minghao told me a little about you.”

“All good things, I’m hoping.”

You snorted, tilting your head so it brushed against his robes. “Maybe. Said that Gryffindors make you nervous.”

He scoffed, “No, that’s not true.”

“So, I don’t make you nervous?”

Whether Junhui said yes or no, he knew that both answers would be wrong. He could tell how much you knew, how easy it was to rile him up. Sweat was clinging to his palms, probably hot and sticky against your thin muggle t-shirt that clings deliciously to your waist (he takes it back, he takes it back! Muggle clothing is wonderful.)

“Whatever you’re trying to do,” he murmured, leaning over your form as he lets your body relax in a dip, “it’s not gonna work.”

Instead of entertaining his sudden accusation, you grabbed his robes, pulling him even closer even though the music stopped and people are listening to Soonyoung’s instructions for next class. “Where will you be picking me up?”

“What?”

“For the Yule ball. Jihoon is picking his date in front of our common room. You should come too.”

“Uh,” he completely forgot that having you as a dance partner coincided with the possibility of you being his date for the ball. He had the opportunity to be in your company for one whole night. Terror spiked in his form, because he realized that he couldn’t mess up this chance. “Yeah, I’ll be there.” he says, and you seem satisfied by his definitive answer.

You’re still playing with the hem of his robes, tracing your fingers along the Slytherin emblem. There’s no snark, no playful banter like you were expecting when Minghao prepared you for this. You’ll have fun with him.

“I’ll be wearing emerald, so you should think of matching my robes with yours,” and you smirk at him, tilting your head, “good thing I already know how handsome you look in green, Junnie.”

The last of his resolve crumbled like a piss-poor treacle tart.

Junhui’s besotted, attracted by your boldness and craving for more of your attention. The rest of your words were hazy, like he was swimming in the Gillyweed lagoon. Something about how he better not freeze up like he did before, otherwise he’d be hexed like the girl in The Red Shoes. Something about how you’re looking forward to seeing him. He’s drowned, unable to form a coherent reply when a friend comes from behind to snatch you up. They forced you to pack up so you’d get first dibs on tonight’s dinner.

You send him a wink before you’re forced out the door, and all he could do was wave dumbly.

“Knew you’d like her,” Minghao slid up to Junhui, punching him in the shoulder. The pain didn’t even register as Minghao continues to tease him, going so far as to pinch his golden skin. “Merlin, do you have a crush already?” he giggled, trying to shake the taller one back to reality.

No, Junhui was bewitched.

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the-sarcastic-trashmouth · 4 years ago

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No longer just the two of us

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier

Summary:

That night, after washing dishes and getting showers, Richie was crawling into bed. Eddie was already fast asleep due to the stress he’s been through. Richie leaned down, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before he pulled Eddie back against his chest. He loved being the big spoon because having Eddie in his arms made all the struggles he’s faced worth it.

Eddie immediately turned around in his arms before burying his face into Richie’s chest, causing Richie’s face to flush red. He smiles before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Eddie’s forehead before placing another one on his temple.

“You are going to be the best fucking dad.” He whispered against Eddie’s temple before his eyes fluttered shut, and sleep consumed him.

Edward Kaspbrak was not a man of subtlety. He’s been mentioning facts about children for a long as Richie could remember, and that was long before they began to date. It probably stemmed from the fact that he wanted to prove everyone wrong and become something so much better than whatever his mother did. So, with that in mind, Richie set off to find someone who would be willing to let them adopt a child or something along the lines.

The soon-to-be-famous comedian scraped up all the money that he had and pushed it into a savings account to find them a child. There was only one person he told, and that was Beverly. For more than one reason, of course. Firstly, because he couldn’t keep such a secret to himself, and secondly, she’d somehow find out, besides he wanted it to be a surprise for Eddie.

With over thirty failed adoptions, Richie was holding out hope against hope that someone would look at this couple and see how amazing Eddie is so he could let them adopt a child.

Finally, his prayer had been answered. He was sitting on their bed, biting at the skin around his nails, a nervous tick he had picked up from his mother.

“Please, you don’t understand… I know we’re a little young, but I swear to God… Eddie would make the most amazing dad. I mean, he’s already there… Me? I’m still learning, but with him, I know that I will do my best… But he’s just a father without a kid… and I can’t give him a child, and it kills all the time knowing that I can’t do that for him. I know that it’s a long shot, but please, please just look inside your heart and see that we would be perfect for this child.” He begged, feeling tears burn at his water lines.

He felt so defeated right now, not wanting to hear another ‘I’m sorry’ for as long as he lived. He could feel his chest collapsing and the hope he held inside of him burning out, leaving him charred and broken to pieces.

“Okay, how about I meet you and your husband tomorrow to discuss coming to the ultrasounds?” The woman asked quietly as Richie’s eyes snapped open from shock.

“Are--Are you serious?” He felt his hands begin to shake from the happiness bubbling inside of him.

“Yeah, maybe at the Davis’ Diner on fourth street? Say around three?” She questioned, causing him to nod as if she could see him.

“Yes! Yes, thank you so much. We’ll see you then.” He chuckles softly before hanging up the phone. He held it against his chest, trying to calm the thundering beat of his heart as he leaned back in his chair.

He glanced up towards the room they all have dubbed as ‘Eddie’s study,’ and typing away at his computer was Eddie; he was working on a project for his new job as a risk analyst. Richie’s eyes softened at the tension on the poor man’s shoulders from his workload.

“Hey Eds, I got dinner almost finished. You hungry?” He asked, walking over to Eddie. He took a glance at the mirror in the hallway, checking to make sure his eyes were puffy or red from crying. Thankfully, he was okay.

He smacked a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before looking over the words displayed on the screen when Eddie finally sighed and sat back in his chair.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a moment,” Eddie promised softly, not taking his eyes away from his work, which made Richie pout.

“You’ve been working hard on this. You need a break before you melt out that poor overworked brain of yours,” He teased lightheartedly, earning a scowl from Eddie.

His mouth opened to protest Richie’s words, possibly with a resort of a few colorful words when he cut himself off. Richie’s long, bony fingers began digging into the knots that have made themselves a home in Eddie’s shoulder blades.

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as a moan of pain escaped passed his lips before leaning his cheek against Richie’s forearms. He shivered at the hot relief that coursed through his body while Richie continued to work out the kinks in his muscles.

“See, look at that. You’re tighter than your mom’s--” Whatever he was going to save was cut off by a swift slap to the thigh. “Agh! You fucking dick!” He laughs before licking at Eddie’s cheek.

“Oh, gross! You know I hate you doing that!” He groans, swiping at the saliva with one hand and pushing Richie away with the other before they both started to laugh.

“Come on, Workaholic, it’s time to eat. I promise this will all still be here when you get back.” He comments as Eddie nods, standing up from his chair, which caused his spine to crack.

They were both silent for a moment when Eddie pointed a warning finger at him.

“Not a single word from the peanut gallery,” He huffs, looking at Richie; he mimicked zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

The duo walked down the steps of their shared apartment before making a b-line for the kitchen. It wasn’t a huge kitchen, but it was big enough for the soon-to-be three.

“You got off tomorrow, right?” Richie set the food down onto the table before sitting down across from Eddie.

“For once, but I’ll probably go out shopping. It is my turn for groceries after all.” He explains, taking a bite of his dinner.

“Actually, do you think that maybe I could go with you? Make it a date?” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows, which made Eddie’s face flush gently.

“I mean… I don’t see why not.” He murmurs before noticing a weird emotion swirling within Richie’s irises. “Are you okay?” He tilted his head, causing the raven-haired man to blink at him.

“What? Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” He frowns, tapping at his scruffy looking face. “What? Is my complexion too much for your eyes to handle?” He batted his eyelashes, making Eddie snort softly.

“More like your complexion makes it look like you haven’t slept in thirty days and only run on caffeine and junk food.” He resorts when Richie’s jaw drops in offense.

“Ass!” He exclaims, placing his hand onto his chest before shaking his head. “And I even made dinner like a good little house husband! So ungrateful!” He swoons as Eddie starts to laugh at his antics.

“You’re such a dumbass sometimes. But I guess you’re mine.” He sighs solemnly before they both start to laugh.

Eddie can truly say that he’s never felt happier than when he is with Richie, which is saying a lot considering all Richie has ever done is make horrible jokes. He didn’t think he could be happy after the horrible childhood, but all the losers stuck together when they left Derry. The clown had bonded them in ways that no one could even begin to understand. They were a tight group and only let Stan’s new wife Patty into their little circle after she proved how much she loved Stan.

“No-take-backsies.” Richie shrugs, bringing Eddie back to reality. Eddie took notice of Richie playing with his food; he was about to ask what’s wrong when Richie spoke, “You know I love you, right?” He asked quietly, making Eddie blink in shock.

“Of course, I do. You know that I love you, right?” He questioned as Richie nodded quickly. “Good… Now, what did you do?” His sharp gaze bored into Richie. He shrugged in response as Eddie crossed his arms and sat back against his chair. “Richie--” He’s cut off by Richie waving his hands.

“You’ll see it tomorrow. But--I--I promise it’s nothing bad.” He assured quickly, but his tone left no room for argument.

“Richard Wentworth Kaspbrak-Tozier, what did you do?” He demanded slowly, making Richie wince.

“Ooh, why did you have to bring out the full name?” He pouts before shaking his head. “I guess you’ll find out tomorrow.” He grins before shoving food into his mouth so he couldn’t speak anymore.

Eddie didn’t look too convinced, but Richie immediately changed the topic of conversation to something else so Eddie couldn’t grill him for information anymore. Soon the comedian was listening to his beloved husband banter about people at his work who were absolute dumbasses that were going to send him into an early grave.

Eddie had been ranting so much that he didn’t notice the lovestruck look on Richie’s face as he watched Eddie. The younger man gestured wildly as Richie’s mind began to wonder about what Eddie’s face would look like when he found out what the surprise was.

“You are going to be the best fucking dad.” He whispered against Eddie’s temple before his eyes fluttered shut, and sleep consumed him.

It was the sun shining through the curtains that woke Richie up. He grunted softly, rolling over only to find Eddie’s side of the bed empty and cold. His eyes snapped open as he looked around the room to see if his beloved was there, but he was alone.

That’s when the door opened, causing his head to jerk towards the sound. Eddie stepped into the room carrying a tray of food and two cups of coffee resting on the tray. The two shared a smile as Richie sat up with a chuckle.

“Oh, wow, breakfast in bed? If you wanted me to put out, Eds, all you had to do was ask.” He grins, making Eddie roll his eyes.

“Shut up and eat your breakfast, you absolute wet noodle.” Eddie snorts before taking his cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” Richie comments before taking a drink of his own. “Mm, good coffee,” Richie moans softly.

“How would you know? It’s mostly creamer in that cup.” Eddie points out.

“That’s how you know it’s good coffee. Get a little hint of coffee with my creamer.” He flashes him a grin.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“No, you’re ridiculous. The only people who drink coffee black are really old people and people who want to punish themselves for no good reason.” Richie resorts.

“Eat your breakfast.” Eddie huffs playfully as Richie dug into his pancakes.

“So, what is on the agenda for today? Where all shall we be going?” He asked, looking up to Eddie.

“Probably just the mall. We can get everything we need in one place. I need to look for a new belt, and you need new shoes because you’re a psychopath who wears out his shoes in like two uses.” He points out.

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” Richie shrugs with a grin.

Eddie stood up before he started to get dressed, sipping at his coffee after he was done. Soon Richie finished his coffee and his breakfast before setting the tray on the floor and standing up. He stretched out before moaning out at the feeling of his body cracking back into place.

“Alright, I’m going to get dressed, brush my teeth, and then we can get going,” Richie explains, glancing at the clock. With how efficient Eddie is with shopping, Richie wasn’t too worried about being late to meet Betty at the diner.

Of course, it was at that moment that Eddie pulled out a list of things they needed. He began to ramble them off while Richie got dressed. He smiles softly at Eddie; he wasn’t even paying attention to Richie at that point.

After they got outside, Eddie complained about Richie not wearing a jacket since it was mid-fall and he was going to get sick. Richie’s mind thought on a tiny little bundled up child with Eddie towering over them, adding more layers to keep them from the cold.

“Are you even listening to me?” Eddie huffed as Richie started driving down the road.

“Mmm, nope. Should I be?” Richie grins at Eddie’s scoff before turning his attention back on the road. “Alright, let’s make this quick, yeah?” He asked.

“What? Why? Something important you need to attend to? I mean, you didn’t have to come. You were the one who insisted on coming.” Eddie frowns.

“No, no, I mean… The surprise?” Richie asked, hoping it would ring some bells. “I just--I’m antsy, and I wanna see your face. Is that so wrong?” Richie tilted his head to look at Eddie.

“No, but if you would just tell me the surprise, you would already know. Besides, you know I don’t really like surprises.” He points out.

“Trust me; you’ll love this one.” Richie grins before pulling into the parking lot of the plaza.

The two began to walk around the mall. Richie held Eddie’s hand as the shorter of the two dragged him off towards the stores that they needed items from. Richie was off in his own world, letting Eddie drag him along when suddenly Richie bumped into Eddie. He stepped back a few steps so he could look at Eddie and see why he had stopped.

Richie’s eyes flickered to where Eddie was looking. He was staring into a display area that had baby clothes and small toys hanging on the walls. Richie glanced back to Eddie, taking in the look of longing that made Richie’s heart cease up painfully. He looked back to the display and thought about the future of Eddie with their child.

He squeezed Eddie’s hand, bringing him back from his little fantasy before offering a smile to him. “You wanna go in there?” He asked, causing Eddie’s face to flush.

“Nuh--No, no… We shouldn’t. We don’t have a child.” He points out with a grim expression.

“Still, wouldn’t hurt to look right?” Richie asked, glancing down at his watch. “You want me to take this stuff to the car? I’ll be right back.” He promised before rushing off with their stuff.

After he came back to the store, Eddie was already deep into the back of the store. Richie finally caught up to him, watching as Eddie looked over the small clothing with a fond grin. He walked up to him before taking Eddie’s hand, causing him to jolt before looking at Eddie.

“See anything you like?” Richie asked.

“I see a lot of things. I would love to buy all of these.” He whispered before biting his lip softly.

“How about we buy something? If nothing else, we can give it to Stan and Patty-cakes?” He offers when Eddie looks at him.

“Yeah, I guess we could,” Eddie comments softly before looking at all of the clothing again. “I like this one.” He held up a small yellow onesie with little ducks on it.

“That’s so cute. And perfect since yellow is a gender-neutral color.” Richie chuckles softly. His heart was fluttering excitedly at the glitter of happiness in Eddie’s eyes. Who knew something so simple could make Eddie look like an absolute angel?

“I like this one.” He confirmed before looking at Richie.

“Alright, then we’ll get that one.” He grins before they went towards the front of the store. He knew they would be back; even if this adoption didn’t work, Richie would make sure one of them would.

“Well, we got done a lot quicker than even I anticipated.” Eddie chuckles softly.

“Yeah, you getting hungry? It’s almost three.”

“Hm, yeah, I could use a bite to eat. Where do you wanna go?”

“How about Davis? I want a cheeseburger and their seasoned fries.” Richie grins before opening the car door for Eddie.

The car ride was a little quiet; only the sound of the radio was playing through the speakers. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of an understanding of the reason behind the quietness. Richie didn’t make a joke or try to break the silence. He reached over and squeezed Eddie’s hand gently, never taking his eyes off the road.

Richie turned off the car before locking the doors, causing Eddie to frown. Richie’s heart thundered against his chest as he looked over to Eddie. The two locked eyes as two different emotions swirled between them, fear and longing.

“Okay, Eddie, there's something I need to tell you before we go in here. This is where the surprise is.” He gestured, making Eddie’s head jerk towards the building to see if he could see anything. “It’s nothing grand like you think it is. But we are going to meet someone here.” He explained quietly.

“Okay? Why? Richie, you’re kinda freaking me out here.” He huffs when Richie chuckles, tearing up.

“Do you trust me?” Richie asked instead.

“What? Why?”

“Do you trust me, Eds?” He asked again.

“You know I do, even if I don’t want to.” Eddie snorts softly.

“Then trust me right now, more than you’ve ever trusted me.” He begged, taking Eddie’s hands into his own before squeezing them gently.

Without waiting for Eddie to respond, Richie unlocked the doors and got out of the car. He leans down before flashing Eddie a quick grin, causing the younger one to roll his eyes and get out of the car.

“This better be good.” He grumbled, following after Richie.

They both stepped into the restaurant, taking in a warm atmosphere and the scent of good food. Richie’s head tilted as he looked around the restaurant before finally locking eyes with Betty. He grabbed Eddie’s hand before walking him over to Betty.

“Oh, you made it.” Betty smiles, going to stand up when Richie waved his hand.

“Of course, you don’t need to get up for us. It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face finally. He doesn’t know why we’re meeting you.” He explains softly as Betty looked at Eddie before smiling.

“Well, I hope you don’t freak out too much.” She chuckles, causing Eddie to look between the two.

“Freak out about what?” Eddie huffs, growing impatient.

“Eddie, this is Miss. Betty Novak. She’s the lady who has been so gracious enough to let us adopt her baby.” He comments quietly, causing Eddie’s eyes to widen. He jerked his head to look at Richie.

“She--She what?” He asked, feeling his throat close up from the overwhelming emotions burning through him.

“Yes, we came here to discuss how this is going to work. She wanted to know if we wanted to come to her ultrasounds and everything.” He explains as Eddie started to nod his head immediately.

“Yes, yes, of course!” He gasps, feeling tears start to trickle down his face as he looks at Betty.

“Richie and I already went over the paperwork,” Betty explains with a warm smile. “I’m not showing just yet, but then again, I’m only about to be three months in.”

“How long have you been planning this?” Eddie asked in shock. “You can’t keep a secret to save your life!” He exclaims, causing Richie to laugh.

“Two… Two years.” Richie chokes up slightly. “I’ve been going to couples after couples in hopes that they would agree. Betty and I started talking about a month ago.” He chuckles before Eddie surged forward and hugged Richie tightly.

“You asshole, how could you make me cry in public!” He huffs softly before laughing as he looks up to Richie.

“Because you did it when you proposed, so I think it’s a fair trade.” Richie grins at Eddie.

Richie gestured for Eddie to sit down before sliding down next to him. They both looked to Betty as she chuckles softly at their antics. Eddie took Richie’s hand into his own, squeezing it tightly as they began to talk to her about what Richie and Betty had already discussed.

It was about closer to five-thirty when they left, promising to see Betty on Friday for their first ultrasound together. Richie glanced at Eddie when they were back in the car. Eddie had been rather quiet after Betty had left, which kind of worried Richie.

“Eds, you okay?” He asked softly before Eddie slowly looked at him.

“You… You are the best thing that has come out of all the shit in my life.” Eddie smiles, causing Richie to blink in shock.

“Eddie--” He’s cut off by Eddie surging across the console between them and jerking Richie into a passionate kiss.

Richie grins before cupping Eddie’s face and deepening the kiss. The two got lost in each other as they have done so many times before.

“I love you so much,” Eddie whispered when he pulled away.

“I love you too… so much,” Richie promised quietly. “I’m just glad it finally worked. I’ve been keeping this inside for two years. All because I wanted to see that dumb face of your smile. You’re going to be the best fricking dad in the world… And I’m the one who gets to witness all of it.” Richie smiles.

“What about you?” Eddie asked with a tilt of his head.

“What about me?” Richie frowns.

“Don’t you think you are going to be a good dad?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Richie bursts out laughing. “I am going to suck so hard, but… but as long as I have you… I think I have a chance of being a good Pop, hm?” He asked before petting at his five o’clock shadow. “Might grow out a beard and get salt and pepper hair.” He grins as Eddie started to laugh.

“How is your hair going to be grey when you haven’t even hit thirty yet?” Eddie held his stomach as he laughs harder.

“Um, duh, I’ll dye it. Come on, Eds! Keep up with the times’ old man!” He snorts.

“So, you’ll be the cool trendy Pop, and I’ll be the worry-some Dad who plans and organizes everything?” Eddie asked.

“God, you’ll be so frickin hot pulling out a calendar for play dates.” Richie laughs when Eddie pushes at him.

“Says the hot Pop who is gonna wear socks and sandals together.” Eddie chuckles.

“I’m gonna fucking rock the shit out of them, too!” He grins before looking at Eddie again. “But… You’re okay with this surprise?” He asked softly.

“I’m more than okay with this surprise, Richie. I can’t wait to meet them.” He smiles before they shared one more quick kiss and went home.

Maybe Richie will show him the nursery he had created. I mean, Eddie thinks that it’s Richie’s workroom. Or maybe he’ll wait for another day.

Richie stole a glance at Eddie; his beloved was looking over the onesie they bought with the biggest grin on his face. Oh yeah, Richie knew Eddie was always meant to be a dad, and seeing this only proved it.

#Reddie #reddie fic #Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak #Eddie would be the best dad #Richie would be the second best dad #This is pure fluff #Fluff #no hurt or angst #(I know I was surprised too)#Dorks in love #CUTE DORKS IN LOVE #Married dorks #The best husbands #Adoption #Richie is a good husband #We can fight on that #All the love #All the happiness

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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In the Blue (2)

Request: Was thinking something angsty with Sebastian Stan & reader. His friend maybe tells him that she's not nice & is behind his fame & money so she's acting all nice. Once when she's talking abt someone else Seb thinks she's actually talking abt him. He acts cold towards her & throws her out on her b'day. He insults her in front of everyone & tells everyone how bad she is. She leaves the country & changes all the contacts. Seb sees her after 2yrs, with his child. Idk a happy ending???

I got inspired to write this sequel by Kelly Clarkson’s ‘In the Blue’

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader, Chris Evans x Reader (platonic), OFC Matteo Christopher, OFC Sarah Mitchell, Scarlett Johansson

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, sad reader, mentions of heartbreak/break-up, arguments, a hint of violence (a few slaps), Chris being a good bro, a hint of daddy!Sebastian

You love me not masterlist

Chris tried everything to distract you, to make you feel comfortable while Sebastian wouldn’t stop calling him, asking how you are doing. It’s three weeks since he saw you again and he tries anything to get in touch with you.

Your eyes drift toward your son, playing in the sun with his nanny. Loretta is an experienced nanny, almost like a mother to you and a grandmother to your son. She knows what happened and told you to kick your ex-boyfriends’ ass. But honestly, you are too exhausted, too tired of fighting with Sebastian to do so.

He doesn’t know where you are living, no one of your ‘old’ life knows, except for your parents and Chris. Your best friend had to swear to never tell Sebastian where to find you.

The man ripping your heart out, the man not believing you is in your past. There is no turning back from what he did to you.

Sebastian is determined to get to know his son, but you don’t care. He could’ve been a father two years ago, share the experience of pregnancy and giving birth with you but he was busy pleasing his friend, Sarah, instead of standing up for you.

Christopher is squealing, as you smile him. Getting your phone you take another picture for Chris. He loves your son and you are sure he would be a great father, but your heart is still healing from the deep scar Sebastian left.

You want to trust a man again, but you are too afraid of getting hurt once again. Chris is a great man, but you can’t risk ruining your friendship. You will never be good enough for him either way…

Your son walks toward you, smiling and his blue eyes shine, reminding you once again of the man you loved and lost. Mind drifting toward better times with Sebastian you need to hold back fresh tears.

Some days I barely miss you

Some days I'm almost alright

Smiling you pick your son up, ready to head out to meet up with your friend. Chris invited you to visit the set, assuring you Sebastian won’t be there for another week. His role is not needed for the current scenes.

“Do you want to visit Uncle Chris?” You whisper.

Your son babbles when you carry him out of your house. For a moment you just hold him close, hold him tight to feel his little body pressed against yours.

Memories want to come back, reminding you of the feeling of Sebastian holding you in his arms but you shake the thought away. He made his decision two years ago.

And some nights I turn to kiss you

But you're not beside my side

----

Making your way to the set you smile seeing Chris waving at you. Scarlett says something, and his features darken. She knows about the break-up and the reason behind it. She became a friend and you wonder why Chris is starting to run toward you until you see her…Sarah.

“I can’t believe you try to trick Seb with a fake pregnancy. Did you let a random guy knock you up to get him back or did you borrow the child?” She snarls striding towards you.

“I got no clue what’s wrong with your brain Sarah, but for sure I do not want him back. You can do whatever you want with him. I’m not interested in getting a man not standing by my side when I need him, back. Leave me and my son alone.”

She smirks, getting closer. Sarah has the guts to try to look at your son to see if he looks like Sebastian. Her smile falls seeing your son has the same features as Seb, his eyes and even his hair.

“Hands off Y/N’s son.” Chris is by your side, shoving you behind his back. “I got no clue why you are here or how you even got on set, but you will be gone in a minute. Scarlett called the security guards. Get lost, Sarah.”

“Is the little slut now using your fame and money?” She won’t give up, glancing at you with a toothy grin. “I mean I got Sebastian so she needs to find someone new.”

“You don’t get it, right? Y/N and Sebastian were in love. She was pregnant and he could’ve had a family with her. You destroyed his chance to get happy for selfish reasons. I can’t believe he fell for your lies.” Chris is shoving Sarah away, glaring at her. “One more word and I forget myself and slap a woman for the first time in my life. My parents raised me better, but I’ll do it if I have to…”

“Leave this to me,” Scarlett states rushing to her friends’ side. “I’ll hit that bitch with pleasure, Chris.”

“What’s going on…?” Gasping Sebastian rushes to your side, looking at his son in your arms and the tears welling up your eyes as Sarah throws more insults and hurtful words at you. “Why are you here, Sarah? I told you to stay away from me and the set!”

“But Sebby, I know you don’t mean it that way, we belong together. I told you two years ago.” Sarah coos, trying to touch Sebastian's cheek but he slaps her hand away, shaking his head.

“Leave the set…”

“Don’t worry, I called the security and there they are.” Scarlett waves at the security guards, pointing toward Sarah.

She’s trying to grab Sebastian’s jacket, wiggling, and cursing but the security guards drag her off the set. Your eyes meet Sebastian, but you look away, sniffling. Seeing Sarah opened slowly healing wounds and you need all your strength to not let the tears burst free.

“Chris, can we go somewhere else? Please…”

“Sure, doll. Let me lead you to my trailer. We can have lunch and calm a bit.”

“Wait, let’s go to my trailer, please. I want to talk to you, Y/N. Just give me five minutes, that’s all I want.” Sebastian tries to touch your arm, but you flinch away as if his touch will burn your skin.

His eyes are filled with tears seeing your reaction. You used to lean into his touch, even if it was only a peck on your cheek but now you can’t let him touch you.

Yeah, my heart is wet and heavy but my body's on the run

'Cause the night is gonna get me and it's only just begun

I keep living on the memory of you and me

You, me in the sun, in the sun

“Please give me a moment to explain, Y/N. I swear I only want to talk to you, please.” Your eyes meet Chris blue ones and you bite your lower lip as he gives you a curt nod.

“Fine, ten minutes but my son stays with Chris meanwhile. I don’t want him to hear your lies.” Voice hard you smile at Chris who’s carefully taking your son, distracting the little boy immediately.

Sebastian watches his friend holding his son and his heart aches even more. He would do anything to change places with Chris right now.

“Follow me…” Seb mumbles and you take a deep breath, ready to leave your past behind once for all. Maybe it’s a good opportunity to make the final cut.

----

“Y/N…” Pacing around the room Sebastian points toward a huge bag. “I bought toys for my son. Can I give the toys to him, please?”

“No. We don’t need anything. My son has all he needs. Chris doesn’t need your gifts. I don’t want him to end up like me. He doesn’t need to hear his father believed his son faked loving him to get money or fame.” You spat ignoring Sebastian’s sad eyes.

“Please. I would never…”

“You would never what, Seb?” Poking your finger into his chest you glare at your former lover. “Tell him he was never good enough for you? That you can’t believe his lies any longer? That someone not involved in our relationship was more important than me – the woman you claimed to love? Huh? You wouldn’t do such a thing?”

Anger radiating through your body you slap his cheek repeatedly, turning to leave.

“You have to understand…no…you don’t have to but please… Sarah and I are friends since childhood. She was my first kiss with ten. I never thought she would lie to me, would destroy my relationship, Y/N. I thought she’s telling me the truth.” Sebastian’s voice cracks glancing at the toys in the bag.

“She was more important than me. You believed her and didn’t even give me the chance to prove I’m telling the truth. I could’ve called my colleague, could have called Jenny and both would’ve confirmed she’s lying.” Panting you press one hand onto your heart. It’s relieving to finally let all the words out. “I called you, Seb. For over a month I called you, crying, begging but you ignored me.”

Tears want to break free, but you blink them away, shaking your head as he reaches out for you. His eyes meet yours and you look away, to not drown into his sad blue eyes.

No matter where you are a little piece of my heart

Will be forever with you

In the blue, in the blue

In a thousand years, we'll be far from here

I'll be forever with you in the blue, in the blue

“Y/N…”

“I’m not done!” Slapping his cheek once again you stomp your feet and a little smile crosses his face. Sebastian always loved seeing you stand your ground. “You accused me that I only used you, that I never loved you, but you were the one tossing five years away without thinking twice. Do you know how often Sarah or someone else said you were flirting with one of your colleagues? With Scarlett or Elizabeth? I never believed a single word. I never asked you if it’s true. It’s called trust, Sebastian. The most important thing in a relationship besides love is trust…”

“I know, please give me a chance to be a father. Please let me hold my son for a few minutes. I’m begging you. I go on my knees if I must, please. I never got over you, never forgot our time together. Sarah admitted she lied a year after you were gone and I tried to find you, but no one knew where you moved to. Your parents refused to tell me anything…” Sinking to his knees Sebastian grabs your hand but you step back, freeing your hand.

“Don’t touch me…”

“Please let me hold my child…”

“Fine, five minutes and then I’m gone…”

----

Chris gives you an encouraging smile handing you your son. “I know he hurt you, but I think he’s regretting everything, and he barely sleeps since he saw you. He called me for months after Matteo was born but I told him I don’t know where you moved to…”

“I’ll give him five minutes and then I’m gone…”

Yeah, I'm running from this city like a diamond in the sky

And I'm trying to count my blessings 'stead of all the tears I've cried

I keep driving in this darkness to get you to get you off my mind, off my mind

I'll start over in a new place, put my feet back on the ground

Can't believe the mess that I've made just trying to drown you out

Baby, one day I won't miss you

I'll stop looking for you in the crowd, in the crowd

Sebastian’s hands start shaking when you let him hold his son. Matteo is tugging at his father’s long hair, squealing.

“He likes to tug at hair. That’s the reason I wear my hair in a messy bun around this little monster.” Not taking his eyes of his son Sebastian nods, sniffling when the little boy glances up at him.

“Dadda?” Matteo squeals and you take a deep breath, grabbing the edge of the couch you or sitting on. How can he know?

“What did you say, baby boy?” Sebastian chokes out. Your son grabs his fathers’ nose, babbling. “Dadda?”

“He called me daddy…he called me daddy…” Sebastian sits onto the couch, pressing his son closer to his body as you can’t hold back the tears.

“I don’t know why…” You sniffle. “He only knows Chris and my dad. He never called Chris dadda.”

“My baby boy knows I’m his father, Y/N. He knows it. God, he knows I’m his daddy, Baby Girl. Please don’t take this away from me. I’m begging you…”

“Sebastian, you had your chance two years ago. Do you believe I can let you hurt my son too? That I could ever trust you again after the stunt you pulled?” Taking your son out of Sebastian’s arms you need to shush him as he starts crying. Holding out his arms for his father.

“I got toys…wait…”

Opening the bag Sebastian doesn’t know what his son likes so you place Matteo onto the floor to let him choose a toy. He’s grabbing a stuffed animal, a fluffy dog, squealing.

“He likes dogs. Chris brought his dog with him a few times. I had to soothe Matteo after as he wanted the dog to stay. He’s a stubborn little man, just like his daddy.” Gently stroking your son's head you watch him offering the toy to Sebastian.

“Please let me see him. I’ll come anytime you allow me to see him.”

No matter where you are a little piece of my heart will be forever with you

In the blue, in the blue

In a thousand years we'll be far from here

I'll be forever with you in the blue, in the blue

“I need time to think about it. I have to go…I need…” Picking your son up you almost run out of the trailer, not looking back you let the tears fall. How can your son call Sebastian daddy?

“Y/N, please wait. At least give me your number, at least give me anything. A picture…” Sebastian pleas while Chris and Scarlett try to act if they do not feel sorry for all of you.

“Ask Chris, he was interested in me and your son. He has a lot of pictures. Let him send you one ‘cause I won’t give you anything. Not now…”

Sebastian watches you rushing toward your car, Matteo in your arms as he sinks to his knees starting to cry.

I see your face in every stranger

Footsteps down the hall

Warm breath, back of my neck

Shadows on the wall

And your voice is loud as thunder hey

I can hear it crashing in my head, yeah

No matter where you are a little piece of my heart will be forever with you

In the blue, in the blue

In a thousand years we'll be far from here

I'll be forever with you in the blue, in the blue

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thestarsaroundyourscars · 5 years ago

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2 and 3 (lol) for reddie pls??

2. “Are you⎯ are you pulling down mistletoe?”

3. “I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you."

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“Are you⎯ are you pulling down mistletoe?”

Richie looked down at Eddie from the stepstool he was currently perched on. It was probably a bad idea to be up there, considering he'd been drinking Bill's eggnog since he arrived at their office party and he was feeling slightly drunk, but it was too late to worry about falling off now.

He stared at Eddie for a moment, hand extended towards the mistletoe. “Uh, no?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and Richie could tell he was trying not to smile, most likely due to the fact that he was holding a cup of that same eggnog in his hand. “Then what are you doing, Richie?”

He glanced back at the plant. “I was admiring it. Up close.”

“Right.” Eddie said, taking a sip from his drink, face scrunching up adorably at the taste. “What are you really up to?”

“Well, I’ve been trying to get Stan, you know my friend from Accounting, to make a move on Mike for fucking ages, but he won’t listen to me," He reached for the plant. "So I thought I’d take matters into my own hands and leave him with no choice.” Richie explained, jumping down from the stool, only slightly wobbly on his feet and with the mistletoe in his hands.

"So what? You're going to hold the mistletoe over their heads and force them to kiss?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Richie said with a grin. "Wanna help Eds?"

"Don't call me that." Eddie replied, on instinct. He pursed his lips, eyes darting between Richie and the mistletoe in his hands. "I'll help, but only if we do the same for Bev and Ben. I don't think I can deal with the pining and the yearning looks any longer."

"Oh yeah," Richie agreed with a shaky laugh. "How annoying." He glanced nervously at Eddie. Cute, oblivious Eddie who hadn't noticed Richie pining and yearning for him for the past year.

"So, do we have a deal?"

Richie nodded. "Yes we do, Eduardo."

They tried to locate their targets but with the office so crowded, it was hard. After walking around for a while⎯ and drinking some more of Bill's eggnog in the meantime⎯ they found Stan and Mike talking and making eyes at each other near the food table. While Eddie distracted them, Richie approached them from behind, holding the mistletoe over their heads.

Eddie gasped over exaggeratedly and said, "Oh my God, look! Mistletoe!" in a terrible surprised voice. Richie stifled a laugh, heart fluttering like it did whenever Eddie did something cute⎯ which, according to Richie, was all the fucking time.

Stan and Mike looked up, blushing to the tips of their ears. Richie jiggled the mistletoe, waggling his eyebrows at them. Stan glared at him making Richie actually fear for his life until Mike swooped in and caught Stan's lips in a sweet, short kiss.

Richie pumped a triumphant fist in the air and Eddie clapped excitedly. "I can't believe my plan fucking worked!" Richie said, throwing his arms around Mike and Stan, breaking them apart.

"I should kill you." Stan told him, words lacking heat with how hard he was smiling. "And you." He told Eddie.

"No can do Stan the man, Eds and I are on a mission."

"You and Eddie, huh?" Stan said, giving him a knowing look.

"Yes." Richie answered with a warning look of his own. "We're Christmas cupids."

Eddie let out a drunken giggle and it caused a sharp intake of breath from Richie. Mike gave him a curious look and Stan quirked a very annoying eyebrow at him. Before either of them could say anything to embarrass him in front of Eddie, he asked, "Now, have either of you seen Beverly or Ben?"

"I think I saw Ben by the Christmas tree."

"Thank you, Mikey." Richie said, holding the mistletoe over their heads before leaning in to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek, making Mike snort. He tried to do the same with Stan, but he was stopped by a hand on his chest.

"I don’t care about tradition," He said, narrowing his eyes at Richie. "You try and get me to kiss you under that mistletoe and I will punch you."

Richie let out a snort. "Fair enough, I'll leave that to Mikey here." He gave Mike a pat in the back. "Merry Christmas lovebirds." He said, ditching them to wrap an arm around Eddie's shoulders instead. "Come on Eds. We still have one Christmas miracle left."

"Maybe two." Stan teased, eyes darting between Eddie and Richie.

Before Eddie could ask him what he meant, Richie was dragging him away, flipping Stan off behind his back.

Still, he narrowed his eyes at the mistletoe in Richie's hand. "What did Stan mean with two?"

"He meant me and your mom, of course." Richie joked with a shaky laugh. "Not that I need mistletoe to get her to kiss me."

Eddie wrinkled his nose adorably. "You're fucking ridiculous."

Richie couldn't help but blurt out, "And you're cute."

That made Eddie falter, blinking up at Richie with an unreadable expression, before he looked away. "We should find Ben." He said, heading towards the big Christmas tree in the middle of the room.

Richie followed him but while Eddie looked around the room for Ben, Richie's eyes stayed glued to Eddie.

Eddie in his ugly Christmas sweater⎯ that wasn't even ugly at all, but fucking adorable. Eddie with his pretty brown eyes and his pink lips and the neat wave of his cowlick. Eddie, who Richie had been crushing on for as long as he had been working for this company. Since he'd accidentally walked into Eddie's office, down at the Risks department while he was searching for the break room. Richie knew he was a goner the moment he saw this tiny, handsome man in a sharp suit, pacing around his office, yelling statistics and every curse word known to man, to some poor soul on the other side of the phone.

The next day, Richie showed up at Eddie's office, claiming that he got lost again. Then again. And again.

At first, Eddie acted annoyed and ushered Richie away but eventually he grew on him⎯ like mold, he liked to say⎯ and now, Richie would show up every Tuesday and Thursday and they would eat lunch together while Eddie complained about his job and Richie pretended to fall asleep the moment he started talking.

They had a routine now, one that allowed Richie to get to know Eddie and did nothing to quiet his crush. In fact, it only made it worse, because Eddie wasn't just gorgeous, he was hilarious and angry and could give Richie as much shit as he gave him. His lunch dates with him⎯ not that they were dates at all⎯ were Richie's favorite part of the week, for God's sake.

Richie knew he was in too deep and yet he still hadn't gathered enough courage to go from shameless flirting and pathetic heart eyes to actually asking Eddie out. Stan had tried to convince him to do it a few times, but Richie refused to listen to the guy who had been crushing on another coworker for two years and done nothing about it.

Richie stared down at the mistletoe in his hands. If it worked for Stan, it could work for him right? Except he wasn't entirely sure Eddie wouldn't freak out and make a scene if Richie snuck up on him with the mistletoe.

"Rich, I think I see Ben." Eddie said, coming to a stop in front of him. "He's⎯ oh."

"What?" Richie asked, bumping into him. "He's what?"

"I don't think Ben will be needing our help."

"Wait, why not? Oh." Richie gasped when he saw it⎯ there, barely hidden by the Christmas tree, was Ben and he was making out with Beverly. "Go Ben!" He chuckled. "Guess we won't be needing this anymore."

Eddie cocked his head. "Can I have it for a second?"

Richie shrugged, handing it over. Eddie played with it in his hands, face scrunched up. Richie flinched when, in one quick movement, Eddie held the ornament over their heads.

His eyes darted between the mistletoe and Eddie's face, where he was nervously biting on his bottom lip. "Uh, what are you doing?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, exasperated. "What does it look like I'm doing, asshole?"

"Well, it looks like you're trying to get me to kiss you but⎯" Eddie gave him a pointed look. Richie gasped, always a little slow on the taking. "Oh shit."

Eddie retreated slightly. "Unless you don't want to⎯"

"I do! Trust me, I fucking do."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

That was all Richie needed to cradle Eddie's face and lean in. The moment their lips touched, Richie's heart did a flip. And then another one when Eddie gripped his waist and pulled him in, his tongue sliding into Richie's mouth. He could taste the sweet, strong flavor of the eggnog they've been drinking all night.

They pulled apart only when they heard Mike and Stan cheering obnoxiously. Eddie turned bright red, hiding his face in Richie's chest. He dragged them to a more private place, flipping off the other two.

They ended up in a supply closet and Richie pressed Eddie against the door as soon as it was closed. "We're not making out in a supply closet." Eddie said, reading the intent in Richie's eyes.

He whined, disappointed. "Why not Eds?"

"We work here!"

"Wait, does that mean I don't get to make out with you on our weekly lunch dates either?" Eddie's stare was answer enough. "What if I bring this?" He asked, stealing the mistletoe from Eddie and holding it between them.

"Richie⎯"

"Keep in mind that it's bad luck to defy tradition." Richie cut in.

"I guess we can't risk it then." Eddie said, failing to bite down a smile.

"You're the risk analyst after all." Richie said, giving him a silly grin and holding the mistletoe over their heads.

Eddie rolled his eyes but still pushed himself onto his tiptoes to kiss Richie one more time. Smiling against the kiss, Richie decided he was going to hold on to that piece of mistletoe for a long time.

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#reddie #christmas cupids #which is a thing according to richie #mistletoe shenanigans #holiday prompt #monse writes #anon ask

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boompowkablam · 5 years ago

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Favorite Fic Rec- List # 3

WALKING DEAD LIST

Just a list of some of my favorite stories. I’m gonna act like I remember how to link stuff it will be great. Pairings are going to be Daryl/Glenn and Daryl/Jesus. Maybe a Daryl/Rick thrown in IDK .

How These Days Grow Long By Never_Says_Die

This work is COMPLETE!

Written in response to a prompt on The Walking Dead kink meme:

Rick & Co. are finding it increasingly difficult to deal with Daryl's outbursts, his racist remarks, and easily-ignitable temper. They are in fact, considering just cutting their losses and telling him he has to leave when they come across another group of survivors...one of whom is very, very special to Daryl.

AU in which Glenn and Daryl have been in a relationship for a few years before the ZA, and were separated when Atlanta was overrun. Each think the other is dead, and Glenn ended up with a different group of survivors while Daryl ended up in the quarry camp. Story also assumes Merle would've turned his back on Daryl for getting involved with Glenn, so they parted ways long ago.

Action , Adventure, Love , Suspense,Sadness,Longing, Its just everything you want from a fic. Word count 100,538. Pairing Daryl/Glenn

The Diary of Glenn By ornategrip

Seasons 1 and 2, as seen through Glenn's diary.

This is so funny I love it! I wish I could make a podfic for it like whoa.

Word count 4,938. Pairing Daryl/Glenn

Ghosts Among Us By TWDObsessive

Daryl sees the dead. Not the walkers, the twice-dead once they become ghosts. It started since the turn and he assumes it’s his body’s reaction to the walker infection they all carry. One by one he experiences losses of loved ones and each of them come to visit him. �� And they all seem to be guiding him to Rick.

This was really good but also really sad to me. Mind the tags so you don’t read something upsetting . Word count 6,422. Pairing Daryl/Rick

Picking Up the Pieces By Riastarstruck

When Rick works night duty while recovering from the shooting, he becomes friends with Daryl, the young guy working community service as a janitor in lieu of prison time.

"If you found an animal in an alley and it was raining and you approached it, it would try to bite you. But if you could get it inside and feed it and take it somewhere warm, it would follow you forever. He's got that kind of vibe to him." -Norman Reedus on Daryl Dixon

This one is cute but also makes me feel sad even though it’s not sad.

Word count 21,161. Pairing Daryl/Rick

While the World Falls Down By oleanderedits @oleanderedits

They were supposed to have ten days to dispute the quickie wedding they'd had the night they'd been drunk. The world went to shit three days later. Part 1 of a series re-write focusing on Glenn, Daryl, Merle, and Maggie as what it means to be 'Family' is stretched, twisted, and redefined by circumstances no one should have to live through. Covers Seasons 1 and 2 and mostly follows the canon storyline.

This is hands down 100% my absolute favorite walking dead fic. It is so good I have read it so many times now. I seriously can not get enough of it.

Word count 48,284. Pairing Daryl/Glenn , Glenn/Maggie , Daryl/Maggie , Daryl/Glenn/Maggie.

Friction Match By vegarin

It's the end of the world. You can be anyone you choose to be." Daryl Dixon, at the end of the world.

I am not sure what it is about this story that makes me love it so much! I am working on a podfic for it right now so at some point I’ll have a link up for that.

Word Count 24,769. Gen no Paring.

Fall Into Your Arms. By doctorkaitlyn @banshee-cheekbones

“I am done with dating. And I mean it this time.”

Glenn is sick of his friends setting him up. He’s sick of going on bad dates and he’s sick of getting his hopes up and never hearing anything back. In all the time he spends not going on dates, he can do things that he actually enjoys, like sleeping or marathoning a television show or trying to find a better job.

He is done with dating. Seriously.

At least, that's what he says before he meets Daryl.

This is so cute and awkward I love Glenn’s bad luck.

Word Count 4,549. Pairing Daryl/Glenn

Dear Mr. Hawkeye By Psmith73

@psmith73

AU. Glenn is a struggling student neck-deep in debts. One day while trying to earn some money he gets himself in serious trouble. An anonymous benefactor offers him help in return for weekly emails describing events of his life. Jean Webster's "Daddy-long-legs"/TWD fusion. COMPLETE.

This is really good I dont know why I want to say human disaster Glenn but im gonna. I think its cause it references marvel hawkeye but also Glenn kind of is.

Word Count 20,552. Pairing Daryl/Glenn.

something keeps pulling me back to you By wardeness

Daryl Dixon sat on the steps of his porch, elbows resting on knees as he sharpened his knife. Katydids called around him in a chorus of chirping crickets, the sound only interrupted by the rhythmic scratch of metal on stone. The heavy air—a sure sign rain was coming, Daryl predicted—felt moist and honeyed against his bare arms. The evening was calm. Peaceful, even.

Peaceful, that was, until Jesus appeared.

AU after 6x11. Slow burn.

Super cute .Super fluff.

Word Count 64,037 . Pairing Daryl/Jesus

Daryl's Addiction By DestielHardcoreLove @bugandkitlove

Paul had no clue what was going on. It seemed as if every time he turned a corner he would find Daryl on his knees with someone different from the community. He didn't know what to make of it, what to even think but he did wonder how to get on it himself.

This was just really funny to me. Instead of talking I’m gonna make sure you catch me blowing the town.

Word Count 7,702. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

Against the Dying of the Light By LottaCharlene

After escaping Terminus, Rick's family is at their strength's end. When the walls of yet another community loom over their heads, they must decide if they take the risk to seek refuge in this new community. They are met with a strange tradition that they are still willing to follow through for the sake of their family's well-being. Soon enough, they realize that they found a place that they could call home again. But the peace is treacherous and yet again they have to fight for their freedom and the lifes of the people they love.

Unexpectedly, Daryl is the one that has to fight for more than just his family.

So very good and sweet and sad and Gregory is a nut sac but you already knew that. Also I fucking love arranged marriage fics.

Word Count 108,454. Pairing Daryl/Jesus.

Ripples on a Black Shore By Mugatu

For Daryl Dixon the world ended days before it did for almost everyone else, and it was heralded with a prerecorded phone message instead of a bang.

An AU fic where Daryl met Paul several years before the apocalypse.

Kind of sad but with a happy ending.

Word Count 200,540. Pairing Daryl/Jesus.

Cross Your Fingers By starclipped

Daryl finds himself wrapping his fingers around Paul’s wrist before a bandage can be pulled from the tattered box. And Paul peers at him when their skin touches, fierce eye to fierce eye, with… with such veneration. Daryl wouldn’t know that feeling if he saw it, he thinks he’s seeing it now and he can’t believe it, but he can sure as hell feel it; rolling off his hippie ninja in waves, seeping into Daryl’s soul. A gasoline soaked rag, simply waiting to be set aflame. That's what he's become. He swallows the foreign emotions that suddenly make him feel too big for his body.

So very good and kind of sad worth the read for sure!

Word Count 204,186. Pairing Daryl/Paul

Finders, Keepers By Joel7th

Jesus came to Alexandria to do trade and to see a certain grumpy hunter. However, he didn’t see said hunter; instead, just outside the walls of Alexandria he found a black cat – wait, was that really a cat?!

I found this so funny!

Word Count 10,148 . Pairing Daryl/Jesus

All you need is twinkling stars and ancient cities By TooRational @toorational

Daryl Dixon of all people turns out to have the Ancient gene.

Go figure.

Or: The unlikely tale of a redneck from Earth and a Runner from the Pegasus Galaxy, and how they fell in love.

I fucking love Stargate Atlantis Crossovers and this was amazing !!!!

Word Count 16,454. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

Help Wanted By Scababagorn

Daryl Dixon hasn't believed that he deserved to be who he really is. He hasn't ever felt safe enough. Is the reason that so many of the people he loves are dead. And then, suddenly there is a man named Jesus. And he likes to call Daryl "Dixie"

Cute,cute, cute I love it!!

Word Count 22,618. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

if the world should break By transstevebucky @gaydaryl

It's not like Daryl hates the guy. It's exactly the opposite.

Very cute. Be mindful of the tags daryl gets outed without his permission.

Word Count 36,343. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

Misunderstandings in a Car Crash By Neeka

Misunderstanding. [mis-uhn-der-stan-ding]

Noun 1. Failure to understand correctly; mistake as to meaning or intent

Warning: Does not mix well with love and may lead to heartbreak

Dude like super sad face for like half of this but it gets less sad .

Word Count 18,614 Pairing Daryl/Jesus.

Breaking the Cycle By AidaRonan @bisexualstarbucky

Daryl's life seems to follow a cycle of pain and violence. So when he starts falling for his new roommate, he's more than wary about what it might mean.

But sometimes breaking a cycle means making a choice.

So very cute a little sad also be mindful of the tags.

Word Count 7,416 . Pairing Daryl/Jesus

Fables of the Reconstruction By Mugatu

It’s more than two years after the end of the world and six months after the war with the Saviors when Daryl Dixon returns to Alexandria.

This is just so good holy crap and glenn lives which makes it even better!!

Word Count 91,918. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

You're Like Me (a goddamn idiot) By yellowhairedrobot

Jesus tilted his head to the side. “If I tried to kiss you right now, would you kick my ass?”

“Yes,” Daryl answered, way too quickly.

This is funny and gives me extreme second hand embarrassment.

Word Count 6,395. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

the streets are full of strangers By smilebackwards @smilebackwards

When Deanna asks Daryl to leave Alexandria, he meets Paul on the road a little earlier.

I would like to say cute-meet . lol its very good and very cute.

Word Count 11,563 . Pairing Daryl/Jesus

There is also a podfic for this.

[Podfic] the streets are full of strangers By Boompowkablam @boompowkablam

Length 1hr 7 mins

a heart that's on loan By smilebackwards @smilebackwards

Aaron and Daryl discover Hilltop on one of their scouting trips and find that the community has an interesting throwback custom for establishing alliances: marriage.

I LOVE ARRANGED MARRIAGE AND THIS IS THE BEST ONE!

Word Count 11,686. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

Just Another Day By PezzieCoyote

What if Daryl was the one in charge? How would things be different? And what secret is he hiding?

Supernatural elements you know besides the zombies .

Word Count 9,950. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

Escape By AbigailHT, TooRational @toorational @abigailht

By the time the song starts drilling into his head worse than the headache, he's come to the conclusion that he can't do much. There's no way to get out unless someone unlocks the door, and even if he could, he has no idea where he'd go once he's out anyway. Nor has he any idea who has him. Or why. Or where. Or where home is. Or—Basically, he doesn't know anything, and even the things he does know are mostly instinct and completely unverifiable anyway.He's contemplating sitting back down again — he'll have to do it at some point, if only to preserve his strength, but the cold, and the dirt, and he's naked, his skin crawls at the mere thought — when the song shuts off abruptly.

Or: The Saviors' latest prisoner isn't quite what he seems.

Its just like everything you ever wanted out of Jesus in the show. So good a tiny bit sad.

Word Count 6,894. Pairing Daryl/Jesus

There is a podfic for this.

Escape By Boompowkablam @boompowkablam

Length 45 minutes.

#walking dead #The Walking Dead #daryl/glenn #daryl/paul #daryl dixon/ jesus #daryl/rick #daryl dixon #paul rovia #glenn rhee #rick grimes #MY REC LIST #podfic

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introvert-no-chameleon · 4 years ago

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Chapter 4: Making Amends

AO3

The snow crunched under Stan’s knees, soaking his pants and making the cold burning his skin. The pines that made up most of the forest towered over him more than he remembered, making it impossible to see more than a few patches of the inky, starless night sky. Snowflakes fell around him, their gentle descent a mockery to the cruel helplessness that was tearing him apart.

He couldn’t get back up, despite his brain screaming at him to do something, because Fidds was right there, and he couldn’t lift a finger to help him, he couldn’t stop it.

He couldn’t protect him—

“…ley…”

Wait. That was…but Fidds was in front of him—

“…up…”

He was—

“Stanley!”

Stan blinked, gasping like a man who’d just gotten a gulp of air after almost drowning. He wasn’t in a forest, or anywhere outside, but in a warm bedroom. His bedroom, actually. He recognized the long scratch on the roof from that weird octopus thing that attacked them once. Crickets chirped outside, and one glance out the window confirmed that it was nighttime. A few stars hung on the navy blue sky.

The mattress that squeaked and groaned as he shifted on it while he got his bearings. The lamp was on, emitting a soft light that illuminated the face of the man who’d called his name. His Fidds, who still had those funny antlers and cute ears, and was, more importantly, okay.

“Oh, thank goodness….” His boyfriend held his hand to his heart, shoulders slumping with relief, eyes brimming with tears. He was about to let out the waterworks, and Stan wasn’t about to let that happen if he could help it, reaching to wipe the rims of his eyes with his thumbs.

“Hey there, Fiddlenerd.” He sounded like he had just gargled gravel, but at least he could still talk. His throat felt dry for the first time since he changed. “What I’d miss?”

Fiddleford sniffed. “Aside from ya bein’ the biggest damn fool to ever walk upon this here world?” There wasn’t any bite to it, although his waspish tone suggested Stanley would be hearing about this of the next few weeks.

Stanley chuckled. “Uh-oh. I’m in real trouble now.”

“Damn right ya are!”

“Y’know Fidds, you’ve been getting’ an awfully big potty mouth lately.”

Fiddleford snark back at him like he usually would. He didn’t even scold him. He just sat down at the edge of the bed, hands running through his hair.

Stan grabbed his hands before he ended up pulling at his hair, like he tended to do whenever his stress got too intense for him to handle. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’m super sorry. Whatever I did—”

“What ya—Stanley, ya threw yerself at a monster expectin’ me an’ yer brother to up and skedaddle without ya! Then ya got yerself cracked!”

Ah. That explained the bandages and his aching back. “Hey, come one, I couldn’t risk ya or Ford getting’ killed. I thought I stood the best chance. How was I supposed to know that it had weird magic nightmare powers?”

“You were a wreck, Stanley! We thought—I thought that…ya weren’t gonna make it. An’ then I heard ya yellin’…”

It occurred to Stan right then and there that he had cried and curled into the fetal position in front of both of them like a giant baby. He groaned, covering his eyes. “I can’t believe ya saw that.”

Fidds sighed. He got in the bed and cuddled up to Stan. His hand went to his cheek. Fidds had heavy bags under his eyes, and he looked almost as bad as Stan felt. “It’s nothin’ to be ashamed of, darlin’. That creature’s neurotoxins do a number on ya.”

Stan, who had begun to pull his boyfriend closer, paused. He pushed him back far enough to look into his eyes. “How do ya know that?” He began scanning Fidds body for injuries and froze when he saw the bandages on one of his legs, stained with blotches of red.

Stan sat up, ignoring the first genuine wave of pain he’d felt since he transformed. “That thing—it. I’m gonna kill it.”

Fidds huffed and pushed him back down, scowling. “You’ll do no such thing. It’s long gone, anyhow.”

“Wait. I was out for hours, an’ ya got hit with that magic mumbo-jumbo too. Why’re ya up?”

“Well, I shook myself outta it.”

Stan’s jaw fell open.

Fidds said it so simply, as if he hadn’t gone through the same experience, of feeling nothing but panic, being forced to watch a horror show as if strapped onto a chair, unable to do anything about it except experience his deepest fears manifesting right in front of him.

“Fidds. Come on, quit pullin’ my leg.”

“I ain’t.”

Sweet Moses, he wasn’t joking. “How?”

His boyfriend’s face fell. “I know it’s hard to believe, Stanley, but it’s the honest truth.”

Stan remembered their conversation, and he wanted to kick his own stony ass for being such a fucking idiot. “Whoa, hold on just a minute there, Fidds. Let’s get some shit straight. I ain’t lookin’ down on ya. I never did. I guess I shoulda made that clear, but I ain’t the best with words.” He gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts, to piece together something he could say that would get his point across. “Fidds, do ya know how it was around here before ya came around?”

The man blinked, obviously not expecting the question. “No?”

“Ford was barely able to get himself to eat. He was practically living off coffee and four hours of sleep a day. And don’t even get me started on how much he showered.”

“Darlin’, I have no idea why yer tellin’ me this, especially since yer brother still bathes every three days and sleeps every four if he can get away with it.”

“Believe it or not, used to be so much worse. And I promise there’s a point to this.” He cleared his throat. “He would get almost killed on a near-daily basis by some monster or lab accident. We were using so many first aid kits that we were buyin’ a new one almost every week. I was losing my mind just tryin’ to keep that dumb nerd alive, and we’d fight even more than we do now. Between that and boxing, I thought I was gonna go bald or somethin’ from the stress.”

Stan felt his lips curl up into a smile. “Then he called you. You an’ your banjo and weird southern talk. I’m not gonna lie, when I first saw ya, I thought, “this scrawny nerd isn’t gonna last a day”.”

“Thanks, hon,” said Fidds.

“But! I was wrong. Because before I knew it, Ford was gettin’ his science shit done even faster with another big brain helpin’ him out. I was able to sleep, an’,” Stan gestured to the room around them. “This place actually became livable!”

Fidds was smiling with him, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Aw, shucks.”

“My point is, Fiddlenerd, that if it weren’t for you, me and my brother would’ve killed each other by now or somethin’. Outta the three of us, you’re the one who has a head on his shoulders. We’re a team, and we need ya as much as ya need us. Hell, we probably need ya more. I…I know I do, at least.” He stared down at his own hands. “I’m sorry I ever made ya feel like I didn’t.”

Fidds held on of Stan’s big hands with two of his. “I was bein’ stubborn too. I shoulda just remembered that ya say what ya do ‘cause ya care about me.”

Stan glanced up at Fidds to see the man’s look of utter adoration, those big blues that made Stan’s knees go weak whenever he stared into them. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t be too worried. Especially not since ya did a pretty good job savin’ our assess today.”

“Actually,” said Fidds with a small cough. “I wouldn’t mind maybe talkin’ to Stanferd and maybe hangin’ back more when y’all go on monster hunts once an’ a while.”

Stan held his precious nerd close. “As long as you’re not always stayin’ behind. Don’t wanna haveta drag Ford away from giant goblins all by myself.”

Fidds chuckled. “Speakin’ of, he wanted me to get ‘im when ya woke up.”

Stan made no move to let him out of his arms. “Eh, let the idiot sleep, he needs it. ‘Sides, ya need your rest too, I’ll be here in the mornin’.”

“Oh, alright, but ya best be prepared fer him givin’ ya an earful.”

Stan would’ve rolled his eyes if he didn’t have weird glowy orbs that probably wouldn’t get the message across. “Not that. Anything but that.”

Fidds didn’t say anything to that. Instead, he was biting his lip, fidgeting like he always did whenever he had something to say and wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“What is it, Fidds?”

The man frowned, his Adam’s apple dancing up and down a bit. “…What did that awful thing make ya see?”

Stan felt sick all the sudden, his stomach (did he even still have one?) feeling as if somebody had pulled it out and was twisting it as tightly as they could. “Why do ya wanna know?”

“Ya just seemed to be in so much pain, is all, and…” He swallowed. “I…I saw you, and Tate and Stanferd had been—y’all were killed. Probably by one of them monsters, b-but…”

He squeaked as Stan held him as tightly as he could without crushing him against his chest. “Jesus, Fidds.”

Already Fidds was shaking, and despite his victory today, Stan knew how those things stayed with you, festering in some corner of your brain and jumping out when you least expect them to. He knew that it wouldn’t be something that would be forgotten any time soon. The man still got nightmares from his kidnapping, and that hadn’t sounded as bad as that shit. Stan began rubbing small circles on Fidds’ back. It was practically a reflex by this point, to comfort Fidds whenever he’d start having bad anxiety.

“It’s alright. I-I know it ain’t—it ain’t real.” He sounded more like he was reassuring himself than Stan. “I…I didn’t wanna see that, but I realized that i-if I wanna make sure that don’t happen, I need to be brave.”

Stan sighed. “You’re already brave, Fidds, and ya probably wouldn’t be so on edge if Ford an’ I weren’t always charging head-on into danger like a bunch of knuckleheads.”

Fidds chuckled. “As if the two of ya would be any more careful if I asked.”

“If it means it’ll stress ya out less? Then fuck it, I’ll guilt trip Ford into being more careful.”

Stan knew that if he wanted, he could say he didn’t want to talk about what he saw, and Fidds wouldn’t push. That had been one of the many things he loved about the man, how he always seemed to know when to give Stan space. He knew that Stan would always come to Fidds when he needed to.

But Fidds had come clean, even when it got him all twitchy, and damnit, he couldn’t just chicken out now.

“You ah…you remember how my pa kicked me out after the…the thing with Stanford’s science fair project, yeah?” He pressed his wings close to his back. Just saying it made the memory come into mind, the hard shove onto concrete, his world destroyed in the blink of an eye as his pa’s red face and cold, beady eyes bore into him.

Fiddleford hummed, nodding. “I do.” The man’s shoulders were tense, and Stan already began to see the tell-tale signs of the thunderous rage in his boyfriend’s eyes.

Stan had only lived in the shack for about a week when he told Fidds about his pa kicking him out. He hadn’t exaggerated when he told Fidds that he and Ford couldn’t even be in the same room without Stan doing something to inadvertently set his brother off. While they had decided to try and make things work between them, all it took was a reminder of the past for things to get tense.

Fidds lasted about a week before he took matters into his own hands. After a particularly nasty argument that had almost ended in a fistfight, Fidds had made Stan some tea, sat him down, and, managing to be very intimidating for someone so scrawny, made him explain everything. He could still picture Fidds’ initial reaction. The shock, then the sorrow so raw that it was as if he could feel Stan’s own pain, then the chilling glare that took over his features when Fidds told him to stay right there, now, I’ll just be a moment.

Less than a minute later, he heard Fiddleford screaming at his brother as if he was about to rip his head off. There’d been so much heat in it, Stan found himself rushing up the stairs to make sure Fiddleford wasn’t going to start exchanging blows with Ford. It had been the first time Stan had heard Fiddleford yell and give Ford talking to that would’ve made their ma proud.

The two twins had been forced to talk out their issues, with Fidds glaring down at them any time they tried to step out of line or fight. They continued like that for hours, until somehow, Stan and Ford had actually ended up hugging things out, a tired yet proud Fidds grinning at them.

He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that he’d begun to see Fidds as something more than just some bookwormy dork with a banjo after that.

It warmed him to see that Fidds still got pissed at the mention of it. Stan snorted in amusement. “Easy, Fiddlesticks. That’s all in the past now.”

Fidd huffed. He wore a cute pout as he folded his arms over his chest. “Then why on earth are ya bringin’ it up now?” The realization hit him before Stan could reply, his eyes widening. “Oh, darlin’. You saw that memory?”

“Not exactly.”

Fidds waited, arching an eyebrow.

“He hurt ya real bad. My pa, I mean. And…Ford was there, an’ he was just…letting it happen. I-I couldn’t protect ya. I couldn’t do anything…”

Stan’s lip wobbled. Fucking hell, he wasn’t gonna cry again, especially not twice in one day! He was a man, damnit. He—

“Now, ya listen to me, Stanley Pines,” said Fidds, his voice a soothing balm over his pain. “An’ ya listen well. Yer brother is not gonna kick you out again, an’ he would never let any of us get hurt. An’ even on the wild chance that somethin’ possess Stanferd to even try to do so, well…He’ll haveta deal with me.”

“It ain’t just that, Fidds. I…back with the gnomes, and with this stuff today, I…I wasn’t able to be there in time. The only thing I’m good for is punchin’ an’ liftin’ things. If I can’t protect ya and Ford, then…”

“You hush. Yer so much more than that to me, hon, an’ I reckon Stanferd would agree with me.” He placed his forehead over Stan’s. Fidds had to move his head at an awkward angle so his antlers didn’t get stuck on Stan’s horns, but they managed it, in the end. “So I don’t want to be listenin’ to that nonsense, ya hear?”

Stan let himself relax, uncoil all the tension that held his body taut. “Yeah. Okay.” Then, in a whisper:

“I love ya, Fiddlesticks.”

“I love ya too, darlin’. How about the two of us get some rest?”

Stan yawned. “Sounds good to me.”

His lips curled into a content smile as he drifted off, knowing Fidds was snug and safe in his arms.

On the third morning of the transformation incident, the trio found themselves in the kitchen, Fiddleford at the table coaxing himself awake with a cup of coffee, and Stan just leaning back on his chair as he watched his twin pace. The sun had bun to rise, soft rays exposing the small specs of dust floating in the air, which would disperse whenever Stanford walked through.

A week had passed, and thankfully, all of their wounds were healed. Not only had Stan’s cracks mended, but gold lines trailed his back where the cracks had been. Fiddleford had a hell of a time talking Stan down from trying to chip it off himself to see if it was real, and even more of an issue when Stanford heard the argument and tried to get some off Stan to run some tests. The three of them had run so many tests on themselves that Fiddleford found himself getting burned out. Finding a cure was apparently more complicated than they’d thought.

So, he couldn’t help but place his head on the table and groan when Stanford broke the bad news.

“It seems like we may be stuck like this for a while.”

Fiddleford lifted his head to frown down at their notes, sighing into his coffee cup. “Well, at least we ain’t suffering any severe side effects.”

“Y’mean aside from Ford and his new riddle obsession?”

“As long as he ain’t eatin’ nobody, I reckon it ain’t the worst thing.”

Stanley shrugged. “Eh, true. And hey, I gotta admit, this is kinda cool, bein’ like this.”

“Speak fer yerself,” said Fiddleford, whose antlers had been getting caught in the top of doorframes all week. “It’s to darn hot fer me to have this much fur.”

“While I do share your sentiment, Fiddleford,” said Stanford. “This does give us a wonderful opportunity to continue to study our new conditions. Perhaps we’ll find a cure then.”

Stanley had that goofball grin on his face. He pulled in Fiddleford with one arm and Ford with the other. “Hey, if anybody can figure this out, it’s you two nerds.”

Stanford smiled at his twin, adjusting his glasses. “You just want us to do all the work.”

“That too.”

Fiddleford rolled his eyes. “Yer still comin’ with us to that cave, so don’t ya start thinkin’ we’ll just let ya lay around the shack.”

“Yeah, yeah. What’s so special about this cave, anyhow?”

Stanford playfully shoved Stanley away. “It had some very interesting inscriptions on the wall, and a few spells I have yet to add to the journals. Some of them even appeared to be prehistoric! I managed to catch a glance at some of them while I was chasing Mothman.”

“He still hasn’t paid ya back?” said Fiddleford, raising his I-told-ya-so eyebrow.

Stanford cleared his throat rather quickly. “That’s not important. There was a curious mural in particular that drew my attention, of a strange creature we haven’t encountered yet, that may be native to Gravity Falls. If anything, it’ll at least provide insight on the town’s history.”

“Sounds creepy. I’m in,” said Stan. He gave Fiddeford a gentle nudge. “Ya feelin’ up to it, Fiddles?”

Stanford paused, catching on to Stan’s soft tone. He gave Fiddleford a reassuring smile. “If you’re not feeling it, buddy, I’ll understand.”

Fiddleford took a moment to appreciate the moment. He realized, not for the first time, how fortunate he was to be here, doing what he did with two of his favorite people in the world. How he could ever convince himself, even for a moment, that he didn’t belong here amongst the strange and the unknown with the Pines, was beyond him.

“And leave the two of ya alone wanderin’ some caves unsupervised? I think not.”

This was his home, his life.

He wouldn’t change it for the world.

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nour386 · 5 years ago

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Furry Fortune teller

Stan and Ford are stuck with a dilemma, Filbrick has told them to either find a way for Shanklin to earn his keep, or else the Stab Possum will be kicked back to the streets. Can they find a way to save their pet from the cold cruel outside world?

also on ao3!

This was my piece for the @lost-legends-zine. I hoep you enjoy this short adventure with the stans as they try to save their beloved pet possum.

“I can’t believe pop called me bologna!” Stanley threw himself onto his bed with a huff.

“He didn’t call you bologna,” Stanford corrected. “He called your idea bologna.”

“That’s the same thing! My ideas come from my head, my head is me, so he’s calling me bologna.” Stanley threw up his arms angrily.

“To be fair, you didn’t have much of a compelling argument,” Stanford said from behind his math book. “You can’t say he’s got stage fright to explain why we can’t show Pop Shanklin’s laser eyes.”

“I can too say that,” Stanley said. He slunk down to the floor. “I mean, you can’t prove he can’t do it just because you haven’t seen it. It’s like Santa or the Tooth fairy. Just because you didn’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t real.”

“I can’t argue with you there. However, Pop isn’t going to take that kind of reasoning.”

“I know. It stinks.” Stanley flailed on the floor of the bedroom. “Like old socks.”

“We’ve already tried testing his strength, agility and speed.” Stanford pointed to the obstacle courses that they had set up in their bedroom. “And he hasn’t shown any progress in any of them.”

“He’s made progress in being the toughest possum. Right Shanklin?” Stanley asked.

The stab-possum in question gave a small yawn before curling back to sleep. He’d nested in the shirt that Stan still hadn’t returned to the Sibling Brothers.

“Oh yeah, he’s tough,” Stanley said, grinning.

“Tough isn’t going to be good enough.” Stanford pursed his lips. “Pop said we needed something sellable with Shanklin or else he’ll put him out on the streets. Remember?”

“Don’t worry. This is just like in the latest issue of the Stilted Investigator Dogs! The pack is about to lose their dog house to some snooty poodle who wants to make it into a snooty salad bar unless they can raise the funds and stop her.”

Stanley continued his explanation of the plot line while Stanford nodded along, asking the occasional question about how dogs are able to communicate with humans yet still need to earn money.

“If they can talk to people why don’t they just put on a show and wow a bunch of locals and make money that way?” Stanford asked.

“I don’t know. Besides, if they did that they wouldn’t be able to stop the bank robber and get paid reward money for bein’ heroes!” Stanley said excitedly.

“That sounds contrived.” Stanford rolled his eyes.

“You’re just sayin’ that because there isn’t numbers on every page,” Stanley defended. “I bet if you read the first issue you’d see it’s really cool.” Stanley jumped to his feet and started to rummage through his drawers. “Now where did I leave it? I was reading it last night.”

He felt something bump against his leg. Looking down Stanley saw Shanklin with something in his mouth.

“Whatcha got there buddy?” Stanley asked, reaching down for whatever Shanklin was holding. “C’mon Slick, let ‘er go.”

Shanklin held tight with his teeth, but he was no match for the might of the one and only Stanley Pines. After a minor shake, and the accidental vaulting of Shanklin onto the lower bunk, Stanley found the comic he was looking for.

“Oh my gosh!” Stanley cried. “Sixer, did you see that?”

“I don’t think a possum shot-put will win us many friends,” Stanford deadpanned. “The last thing we need is some animal rights group giving Pop a whole bunch of calls.”

“No, not that!” Stanley bounded over to his brother. “Look, he brought me the comic I was looking for. It's like he knew what I was thinking.”

“He’s in the room with us. He could have just recognised what you were looking for from last night,” Stanford said. He watched as Shanklin scratched at Stan’s leg. “But that does raise the possibility of him having near-canine intelligence.”

“No way. He’s psychic. Like Ma!” Stanley waved his arms excitedly, dropping something from his comic book. “Oh no, my book mark.”

“You used a candy bar as a bookmark?” Stanford questioned. He watched with bemusement as Shanklin snatched the treat mid-fall and scampered under the bed.

“Hey give that back!” Stanley reached under the bed. “I was gonna have it for a midnight snack, but I didn’t stay up long enough.”

“Maybe that was why he took your comic?”

“Nuh-uh,” Stanley said, successfully pulling Shanklin out from under the bed by his tail. “He’s a mind reader possum, like Ma. But less hairy.”

“Probably shouldn’t say that around Ma.” Stanford stifled a giggle.

“That’s why you’re the smart one,” Stanley said, grinning.

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"So you're saying he needs a bigger curtain?" Ma Pines said, grinning.

"No way," Stanley said. "If we make it any bigger then no one'll see him. And then what's the point of setting up the show if no one is gonna see him?"

"Mystique, of course." Ma held up a fabric light. It was covered in stars and constellations. "When you start a show, you need to make a grand entrance. And what, my little free spirit, could be grander than a shadow puppet show?" She pinched Stanley's cheek before getting back to work.

"She does have a point," Stanford said from his perch on the floor. He had his nose in a fortune telling book, the current chapter titled 'Onion predictions and you!' "If we want a large number of people to come and watch Shanklin, then we'll need something really eye catching."

"He's Shanklin! What could be more attention-hogging' than that?" Stanley asked. "How many people have seen a stab-possum before?"

Shanklin was taking another nap, this time on an empty seat in the living room. He had been rushed downstairs the moment the brothers had agreed to ask their mother for help. And while he wasn't necessarily pleased with being so roughly picked up and moved, he was rather excited to smell the delicious lunch that Ma had been cooking.

"Everyone's seen a possum before, Stanley," Stanford said.

"Yeah, but he's a stab-possum!" Stanley insisted.

"The suckers won’t know that. Without his knife, they'll think he's some regular old possum, like your Pa," Ma said. She cut a small square from the fabric in her hand and laid it on Shanklin's back. "Oh, this could make a nice cape for you."

"Well they're dumb," Stanley muttered.

"Maybe instead one belly-aching, maybe you can help your Ma with cleaning up all this possum hair." Ma nodded to the lint roller.

"Aw, why do I have to do chores?" Stanley huffed.

"’Cause - uh, we need him prepped for his show," Ma said quickly. "Yeah, we're gonna need to clean Little Shanklin before his show so that the customers see his best side. You don't want him to get a bad picture do you? Imagine how bad the publicity would be. 'Failed Possum Performer Ruins Tourist Ice Creams with Fur.'"

"Oh no! Not the ice cream!" Stanley gasped.

"Yes the ice cream!" Ma smiled wickedly. "Are you gonna let all those delicious treats get spoiled by Shanklin's messy hair?"

"Never!" Stanley cried. He brandished the lint roller over his head as he ran to clean Shanklin of his loose fur.

"And make sure you get your clothes clean too," his mother called after him. She picked up her fabric once more and started to measure out the length of the curtain bar her sons had decided upon.

"You don't really think that would ruin his show do you?" Stanford had tucked away his book for now. He'd read enough methods of predicting the future that he was seeing stars.

"That depends on how you define 'ruin'," Ma said, smiling. "You know what they say, there's no such thing as bad publicity."

"But if people spread the word of how messy Shanklin is, then less people will come our way," Stanford said.

"That's why we need a good show to put on. How often do you think a tourist comes to this broad walk?"

"Once a vacation?" Stanford adjusted his glasses.

"Correct," Ma said. "And if new people are coming every day, then we've got new people to scam. And if more good news spreads about how amazing Shanklin's fortune telling is, then people will more likely take the risk of coming to see his show. And do you know why?"

"Because people could get their ice cream before coming to watch Shanklin's show?" Stanford asked.

"I knew you'd say that," Ma said, grinning. She reached down and pressed Stanford's nose, who giggled in response. "I was thinking that curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought it back," Stanford rhymed. He was about to enjoy a well-deserved break when he heard his brother scream with pain, followed by a loud thud.

"Sixer, help! The lint roller attacked me!"

Stanford stood up to see his brother wrapped in the lint roller paper. It looked like a poorly designed Halloween costume, but stickier.

“I’m coming,” Stanford sighed.

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“Come one, come all!” Stan cheered. He danced along the boardwalk, catching the eye of every tourist and uninterested beach goer. “If you’re bored outta your mind from seeing the same old sand and water, then boy have I got what you’re missing!”

“I have been getting bored,” a tall man said. He wore a line of sunblock across his nose.

“I do hate sand and water,” the woman next to him agreed.

“What do you wanna show me? Is it a dinosaur?” The child with the couple asked.

“Even better!” Stanley hopped from one foot to the next. “A possum that’ll tell you the future!”

“That’s so cool!” A grin spread along the child’s face. “Mum! Dad! Can we go see the magic possum? Please please please?”

“It’s not by the beach is it?” His mother pursed her lips. Stanley wondered why she wore a swimsuit if she hated the beach this much, but chose to not say so out loud.

“No way. The sand makes his outfit uncomfy,” Stanley said.

“Well, if the possum is that understanding about the dangers of sand, then we have to go see them,” the child’s mother said smiling.

Stanley ran ahead, leading the vacationing family, and a few curious passersby towards Shanklin’s stand. His Ma had taken her crystal ball and its table out of the pawn shop and onto the boardwalk. Sitting on top of the crystal ball, in the centre of a mess of tarot cards, was the possum in question. A star-patterned hat adorned his head as Shanklin looked out at the audience. The possum gave a happy squeak when he saw Stanley return.

“Now Ladies, Gents and Germs, who's brave enough to have their fortune told by the most magical possum in the world?" Ma asked the crowd.

A young girl with pigtails, looking only slightly younger than Stan and Ford, bravely marched over to Shanklin's table.

Ma grinned. "Ah, a brave young lass aren't we?"

"All who approach Shanklin must place an offering in the gift bucket," Stanley tried his best to put on a mysterious voice. He held out a bucket towards the girl. She ran back to her parents and returned with a five dollar bill, which she dropped in the bucket before staring at the possum.

"Mr. Shanklin, where will I have the most fun today?" she asked.

"Take out a card, tell us what it says, and he'll tell you what he sees," Stanley said.

The girl nodded and drew a card from the many that surrounded the crystal ball.

"The Chariot?" she read.

Shanklin chattered his teeth to her.

"Sorry, I don't understand possum," she said in a small voice.

"Normally, a translation costs extra. But for such a pretty little lady, Stanley will give it to you for free," Ma said quickly, before Stanley could shove his bucket in her face again.

"Sure thing." Stanley put his bucket down next to the table. He tucked something into his pocket before walking over to the girl.

"The great Shanklin says that a Chariot card tells you of great enjoyment at the bumper cars at fun land. Or maybe with a toy car car you could get at the local pawn shop,” he added with a wink.

"What if my card was upside down?" the girl asked. "And I read it without turning it around?"

"Well, Shanklin says..." Stanley paused to let the possum in question squeak. "The exact opposite. If it was upside down then you should be careful, you might get bored out of your mind from the bumpers. Or maybe you should check out a doll from that pawn shop instead."

The girl gave Stanley a serious look before putting her card back. "Thank you, Mr. Shanklin," she said, before running back to her parents.

There many hushed whispers as Ma walked around, a small bucket in her hand. "So who’s up next? Shanklin takes advance payments." She grinned as various people dug out their wallets and threw a dollar or two into her bucket.

“Line up and Shanklin will read your fortunes!” Stanley said.

“Psst, Stan! That wasn’t the plan!” A harsh whisper came from somewhere unseen.

Stanley grinned. “C’mon Ford, this is more fun.”

“If we give a wrong prediction, people will be upset,” Stanford insisted. He poked his head out from under the table cloth, careful that no one from the crowd could see him.

“Half these people are here for the fun of it. I don’t think they’ll mind a bologna fortune,” Stanley said grinning, his bucket already full of ‘translation’ fees.

“Can you at least give a couple of the ones I’m suggesting?” Stanford asked. “This book is heavy, and writing predictions super-fast isn’t easy.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna join me up here?” Stanley whispered. “It’s like storytelling, but more fun!”

“I’ll stick to the facts,” Stanford muttered.

“Here’s a fact. After this pop won’t call Shanklin a waste of space ever again,” Stanley said grinning.

“Definitely,” Stanford agreed.

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Make sure to check out the companion piece for this fic found here by @garbagegnomes

#Gravity Falls #Staley Pines #Stan pines #Grunkle Stan #Stanford Pines #Ford pines #Grunkle Ford #Fic #Lost legends #Epilogue: Lost legends Zine #Caryn Pines #ma pines #Shanklin The Stab possum #mine

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volturi-or-die · 5 years ago

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Crazed: Chapter 1- Trials

Previous Chapter: Prologue

Next Chapter: Chapter 2- Losses

Point of View: Alec

Word Count: 1617

Warnings: Cursing

10 Days Later

I knocked softly upon the bedroom door but was rewarded with nothing but silence. I knocked once more and met with the same silence. What could possibly be wrong?

“Minalia?”

Nothing. Was something wrong? Was she injured? Impulsively, I slammed the door open and saw her jolt up out of bed with a scream.

“What the fuck Alec!” Her eyes were angry, her black hair particularly disheveled, and her own blankets in a disarray as she grabbed at them to cover herself. I turned away, embarrassed at the situation that has transpired. “Well answer me. Don’t just stand there looking dumb.”

“Pardon me, I wanted to ensure you were alive when you did not answer my knocking.”

She let out what I could only assume was an exasperated sigh. “You know that I have a heartbeat right?” I felt ridiculous for rushing into this situation so quickly without properly assessing it. Before I could apologize she spoke again, “Wait a second. Alec do you know what time it is?”

I dared not face her yet, but stared at the wall as I replied. “Yes it is approximately 6 in the morning.” I felt a pillow hit the back of my head, causing me to turn around. “What was that for?”

Her eyes flashed purple, the anger setting in them. “Why, the honest hell, are you waking me up an hour and a half before sunrise?”

“To train,” I replied as I picked up the pillow she threw and placed it back on her bed.

She glared at me incredulously, “You’re kidding right?” I glanced up at her to see her registering what she has grown to learn in the months worth of our acquaintance, I do not find training a joking matter.

She groaned and fell back down into the pillows, letting her hair fall around her while placing her hands over her face. “You know, you’re truly insufferable sometimes.”

“So you have said.” I jostled her a little in an attempt to get her out of bed. “I’m testing a theory.”

She peeked at me from between her fingers. “What theory?”

“I was curious if the time of day has influence over your abilities.”

“I doubt it,” she said before taking a pillow and covering her face. “Now, can I go back to sleep?”

I sat down at her feet and gently tugged the pillow from her hands. “I know it is not a very sound theory,” I explained softly, “but it is something we should attempt.”

She kept her eyes closed as she took a deep breath in. She was frustrated. I understood it all too well. Here we were over a week since being marooned and no progress had been made.

The goal of being sent here together was for Mina to fully be able to control her abilities, but it was difficult to control something that she could not transform into. It had been weeks since that night outside of Volterra. I could recall everything in such vivid detail, although there were certain pains I could only wish to forget.

Now, Minalia’s jaguar exterior had yet to be seen again. I understood her frustration to a certain degree, for the lack of results were not from a lack of trying. With her life on the line, her desperation began to get the better of her. We did not have a long time to make much progress, but progress would need to be made to ensure her safety along with a place among the guard. If she wanted to live, we had to keep trying.

If I did not want to be the one to kill her, we had to keep trying. It was the thing I resented about being here the most. That was the deal though, a punishment of sorts, if I was the one to risk saving her, then I would be the one to end this if it failed.

“Aright. You’re right. We can give it a try,” she said with little hope in her voice.

I got up and let her get ready for the day as I made my way into the small kitchen. I sat down and began to work on the laptop that I had while waiting for Mina to get down here. I glanced at the emails within my inbox, but nothing was notable. Demetri and Felix were persistent in recounting their activities each day, but other than that I had not received anything of note. I had not heard from Jane since I left, but I knew that whatever information she would have she would not share with me now.

According to one of Felix’s daily diaries, she had departed a few days ago with Demetri. If it is what I believed it to be, then they were on their way to find Stefan. There would be no way to communicate with them for days.

A few moments later, Mina emerged from her room in athletic clothing and her hair pulled up in a bun. She retrieved a bowl from the cupboard along with some cereal and milk and proceeded to eat her breakfast. She ate slowly, as if almost to antagonize me for disturbing her slumber. I was about to question her actions when I noticed the dark circles under eyes that were not present the days before.

Lack of sleep could not be the cause of that. Regardless of waking her up at this hour, she was fast asleep last night by sometime around 10, and even my limited knowledge of human-or humanesque- physiology told me that was plenty of time to sleep.

“You got something to say Mr. Alarm Clock or are you just going to continue staring?”

“Are you okay?”

Mina appeared startled by my question. “Yeah…” she answered with a slight suspicion. She put the bowl in the sink and began to wash it. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. It is your eyes, or more precisely the darkened circles under them.” Mina finished up and went to the mirror in the hallway to examine my observation. “Have you been sleeping well?”

Mina huffed and came back into the kitchen. “Yeah. I’m fine,” she said curtly as she began to put the food away. I stood and placed my hand on her arm.

“You do not need to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying. I’m fine.” She loosened herself out of my grip and put the milk on the fridge shelf.

“Mina, please. If something is bothering you, then it needs to be addressed.” She looked up and faced me, hesitation still clear on her expression. “It could impact your training.”

At this she scoffed and rolled her eyes and turned away from me. “For a split second,” she began with ice dripping from her voice, “I forgot that’s the only thing you care about.”

I followed her as she made her way into the living room, grabbing her bag and putting her sneakers on. Why must she behave in this manner? I simply wanted to help her and ensure that she would be at peak performance to go through training.

“Minalia please,” I called out following her out the door and into the woods.

“Oh give me a break Alec. Let’s just get this over with so I can disappoint you once more.”

She would not be reasoned with, not in this state. If she did not wish to share, then I would not proceed with the intended session for today. I would not help those that did not want to receive any assistance. If she would so choose to die, then that would be solely her decision.

I turned and made my way back up the path to the house. I departed to the library and picked up the collection of Lord Byron’s poems to continue from earlier in the morning.

It was an hour later when I heard the main door open. I heard her stop short in the doorway of the library.

“Nightmares.”

I looked up from my book and gestured for her to continue.

“I’ve had nightmares. I had a really bad one last night and didn’t get any sleep. Are you satisfied now? Can we go out there and actually train?” She placed her hands on her hips, expectantly.

I found myself temporarily lost in a memory, a cafe in Volterra only a few weeks ago. Mina was across from me sharing the details of her life, the first true conversation that we had that did not result in either of us feeling disdain towards each other. She spoke of the jaguar, the one with its large eyes and ferocious snarl.

“The very same ones you spoke of?”

She shook her head, “Not quite. I’m not looking at it anymore. I am it.”

Realization dawned on me as I pieced her cryptic message together. She became her nightmare. Her nightmare was her reality.

“Is this your fear?”

She took a deep breath, “Listen Alec. I really don’t wanna get into it right now okay. Can we please just go train? They haunt me badly enough when I’m asleep, the last thing I need is to devote my consciousness to it too.”

I surrendered to her wishes. I placed the book aside and guided her out into the woods. At present, I would not bring it up, but there was a suspicion within me that this was the path I should follow to reach the success she sought out. There had to be answers within her dreams, but I could not wait for her to find them herself.

The sun began to creep through the foliage. With each passing day, we were running out of time.

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softeddiek · 5 years ago

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and it’s peaceful in the deep

reddie fic post ch. 2

i ended up writing about this post i made, because i apparently like hurting myself. just richie grieving aka me grieving

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He waits until everyone else has left town before he goes. (In the days leading up, he tries not to think too hard about how one of them isn’t leaving. One of them will never leave. He must repress that thought pretty damn hard for him to end up doing what he does.)

Bill leaves first. He’s stuttering out about his wife and needing to go see her—there’s a small part about a movie tacked onto the end, so small that, if he’d actually been paying attention to Bill when he said it, he would realize Bill almost gave less of a shit about the movie than Richie did. Almost.

Next is Bev and Ben. They don’t leave at the same time, though he knows they have plans to meet up together. (They would have left together, they would have, he just knows it. He wouldn’t have let Eddie leave Derry alone, not this time.)

Ben leaves before her, surprisingly. Derry had held bad memories for all of them, what with being terrorized by a fucking alien being or some shit guised as a clown not once, but twice. Bev especially though. But Ben leaves first. Something about getting his place ready. About taking their time, getting in contact with his lawyer, about her not going to her home just yet, not until Ben can fix things. Or that’s the gist of what Richie catches them murmuring about as they all eat dinner above the library in Mike’s cramped living quarters (They eat, but Richie finds he can’t. Not until he wakes up from a long fitful sleep, the ache in his stomach—the one caused by hunger—too much to ignore.), obviously not wanting the other three to hear too much.

(Richie does still hear some of it. They try to keep it quiet, they really do, but it’s just like the kiss in the quarry—he’d still seen it, even though it had been underwater. Still grits his teeth as he thinks about the plans he won’t get to make, the first kiss he won’t get to experience.)

Mike is last. Mike who had never left Derry, off to Florida, of all fucking places. It’s Mike that proves the trickiest to convince that he’s okay.

The Losers had still been somewhat in tune with each other even after nearly three decades, but Richie had always been good at fooling people. (He hears “fairy” being spit after him in his head, thinks of Pennywise floating above him, taunting him, and knows he hadn’t been able to fool everyone, not about everything—that had been his big fear after all, hadn’t it?)

So when he tells Bill and Bev and Ben that he had to get a later flight out—a mix up by his agent and no, really guys, he’s fine, he’s leaving this shithole as soon as he can, and yes, he’ll still call, and hey, why don’t you guys all come to his next show (you know, when he’s not too fucking traumatized and grieving to do one)—they believe him. They still send him wary looks, squeeze him a little longer than they ever did as kids when they hug him, but they leave all the same, doing their damn hardest to not look back, to move on from this place, again. Only with their memories intact and promises to see each other anywhere that isn’t here. They may have defeated It for good this time, but that could never erase the painful memories that this place holds. They didn’t need It to bring them forth for them. (He’s sure he’ll become all too familiar with those memories even when he’s far away from Derry again. A repeat of the nightmare that he’s just lived down in that well; the one scene from that night that’s been on a loop in his head—behind his eyelids when they close--since it happened.)

But Mike…Mike knows the look of someone reluctant to leave. He’d spent his whole life here after all, digging into the past, the only one to really remember them all, never leaving. Seeing each Loser leave Derry one by one, onto bigger things, forgetting each other and him.

He’s as jokey as he can be when trying to convince him he’ll be fine, but Mike doesn’t bite. He asks if he wants him to postpone his trip, to spend some time here in Derry with him helping him recover or, hell, even rerouting his plans and seeing California first (“They’re both sunny places, aren’t they?”). And Richie feels a pang in his chest over his friend worrying about him. Richie hasn’t had anyone to worry about him in a long time—not anyone that wasn’t paid to at least. (Not since the Losers but especially not since Eddie. Eddie’s worry had always felt so different, something nobody has been able to match even now. Not for Richie.)

But eventually something works. Whether it’s the fiftieth joke or the hundredth sigh, something he does makes Mike relent. A part of him screams at that, at the last of them finally leaving him alone in Derry. They all deserve to forget about It, he knows that, knows that he wants to as well. But why do they all just get to move on as if Eddie isn’t stuck here? Stuck beneath piles of rubble, down in the dark depths of the earth where It had lived and fed? Why do they get to go back to their wives, to each other, to new places and adventures, when Eddie will never get to? Why do they get to move on from Eddie—one of their best friends—just like that, and he doesn’t? (He knows why.)

A small part of him feels bad for not being this distraught over hearing about Stan. He tells himself it’s different—he didn’t see Stan murdered in front of his very eyes. Stan didn’t die trying to save him. He hadn’t gotten the chance to reconnect with Stan. He wasn’t in--.

It was different, but it didn’t mean he cared any less about Stan. Still, the part of him that’s actually able to process other things—the part of his brain that hasn’t found itself dedicated to dissecting that moment over and over again—still feels a little bad that his grief for Stan had found itself pushed to the side so easily.

When Mike has left, texting their new group chat to let them all know he had safely boarded the plane (Richie responding with a few complaints about what a bummer it is his flight had to be so late, but not enough to overdo it) he goes.

Everyone in Derry knows the way to the Neibolt house. It wouldn’t have mattered if Richie had never stepped foot inside of the place—if It had never happened to them—everyone just knew about the dilapidated old house. Even so, he knew he’d never forget the way there, even if he came back to Derry a hundred times with his memory wiped clean of It. It had become engrained in there.

He drives there now, alone for the first time. When he gets there, he parks the car on the side of the street, across from what is left of the house. The city had been informed about the collapse, chalked it up to old infrastructure, and promptly left it alone. Glad to have wiped their hands of it finally; the eyesore that really must have been fucking with all of Derry’s small-town charm.

Flashes of the house go through his mind, in three different states, all progressively worse. In one second, he’s standing in front of it as a kid with his friends, bikes in a pile in front of the gate. Eddie with his fanny pack, right before his arm had ended up in a cast. Bev with her hair chopped short. Stan and Mike with nervous expressions. Ben, short and stocky, eyes flitting to Beverly every now and again, something that hasn’t changed. And Bill. Always the leader. Bill ready to charge in and take on It; wanting to save the many at the risk of the few.

He knows he’s bitter. It’s not Bill’s fault Eddie was dead. Not really. They all knew the dangers going into that house, every time. (Only why had it always been Eddie?) But the darkest parts of him that are still grieving can’t help but wonder what might have happened if Bill hadn’t rushed them into it the other night. If they had had more time to prepare or, fuck, to get Eddie’s face looked at. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been there at least, sitting in some emergency room getting his face stitched up instead, and it would have just been the five of them.

The younger Bill in his mind suddenly morphs into the older one, how he looks now. In his forties and still ready to charge in, leading the Losers. They’re missing one, and soon to be missing another.

Just as quickly as they came, those images disappear, and all he’s left looking at is that fucking pile of rubble. He clenches his jaw and turns to his rental car, grabbing a flashlight he’d lifted from Mike’s place out of the passenger seat. It’s evening now, the sun beginning to set beneath the trees, the chirping of crickets thrumming in the air.

Realistically, Richie can tell he’s going through some form of disassociation. Has been since the drive over, his detachment worsening upon seeing where the house stood. (Had it looked this bad in the dark that night?) He feels his feet moving as if on autopilot, stumbling against the pavement and into what’s left of the yard, with no care for whether or not the ground is stable.

His legs give out, knees buckling beneath him until they hit the ground, the impact reverberating throughout his body. The flashlight falls to the earth with a soft thump.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, tears pricking at his eyes. It all comes rushing out. “I’m so sorry, I tried to come sooner, I tried Eds, I really did, they wouldn’t let me.” He wipes harshly at the now falling tears on his face. “I’m gonna get you out man, I promise. Okay? You won’t have to stay in the dark. I know you hate the dark.”

He’s suddenly crawling forward to close the short distance between himself and the start of the pile, hands and jean-clad knees dragging through the dirt. When he reaches it, still kneeling, he doesn’t stop to come up with a plan, just dives headfirst into it, yanking haphazardly at wood and twisted metal, throwing pieces into a pile behind him.

(Years later, when he’s grown used to reliving that night in his nightmares, he will realize just how very far down they had been, how deep It’s lair had gone. He would know then how absolutely futile that trying to dig down there—by hand no less—was. But now all he can think of is being ten and having a sleepover at Bill’s with Stan and Eddie—a rare thing on account of Eddie’s mom. Bill and Stan had long fallen asleep and Richie himself was just on the brink of it when he realized that, beside him, Eddie was still tense and awake. He’d stayed up talking with him for another hour until Eddie had managed to fall asleep, not mentioning it the next day and keeping it to himself even a few months later when he spotted a nightlight in Eddie’s room.)

(There are a lot of things he didn’t mention to Eddie, he thinks bitterly.)

He keeps going, dirt shifting as he drags unwilling pieces of that house away. Part of his mind is flitting through tools that will be needed—something for digging, something big, something that can go deep—but the most prominent voice in his head, the one pushing him through this impossible task, just whispers, Eddie, Eddie Eddie. It’s that voice that makes him ignore the sweat dripping down his forehead, stinging his eyes, mixing with the dried tears that have left his face feeling tight; the voice ignoring his quickly burning arms.

He jerks upright to his feet, tripping toward the progress he’s made to yank at a larger piece of wood in the pile—like cleaning up the pieces of a rotted corpse, he thinks, letting out a shaky breath. He grabs onto the board, tugging to dislodge it, his motions jerky and uncoordinated with fatigue, when he stumbles backwards. The board comes with him, landing on his stomach and knocking the wind from him, while his right hand reaches out behind him to stop his fall, instead connecting with the end of a nail jutting out from a nearby piece of wood he’d already put to the side.

“Motherfucker,” he yells out, the nail cleanly piercing through his palm upon impact, the most he’s been able to feel all night.

He can feel his breath coming out in short pants, eyes wide, adrenaline rushing through him alongside shock as he quickly jerks his hand back up, the nail exiting the same way it entered. He bites down on the inside of his cheek, hard, drawing the metallic tang of blood.

He lifts the now shaking hand to his face, seeing blood oozing from the wound through the thick lenses of his glasses.

All of a sudden, he can hear Eddie’s frantic voice, clear as day. “What the fuck man, wrap your hand up, quick! You need to go to the emergency room before you get tetanus. If you wait too long, you’ll get a fever and, and your muscles will start twitching and shit, and you’ll die.”

His lips begin turning upward into a smile, quickly overtaken by a grimace, while his eyes close, focusing on Eddie’s admonishing tone of voice. A voice he’ll never hear again.

He’d always thought that when one part of your body was hurting, that if you hurt another, you would no longer be able to focus on the original pain. Well, that was fucking wrong, because it’s like putting that nail through his hand heightened the rest of his senses, and he can feel the wound in his hand on top of his aching arms and the pounding headache he apparently has.

He lifts his left hand away from where it’s putting pressure on the right, struggling to lift it up enough and tear off a strip of his shirt. When he’s managed a poor attempt at wrapping up his palm, he just sits, unable to make himself get up and leave for the hospital.

(He had fucking waited. He waited for them all to leave. He was the only one willing to go back for Eddie, he’d promised. He can’t leave him down there.)

He doesn’t know how long he actually sits there, hand on fire, arms weighed down like lead. It had been dark when he’d stabbed himself. His flashlight still sits a few feet away, unused, his eyes having grown adjusted to the dark and dim lighting from the moon as the sun had set. It feels like it’s only been a few minutes but, in reality, it must have been hours. The air is cooler, and he can hear the chirping of birds, as if heralding the sun and, with it, a new day. He shakes his head, astounded at how he’s managed to completely zone out, sitting through the pain of his hand. He had thought about nothing--it’s like an entire night has been stolen from him. Had he fallen asleep; eyes open? No. He couldn’t have. No way would he have had a dreamless sleep, especially not here.

It’s the longest he’s gone without thinking of Eddie since that night, he realizes. He can’t help but laugh. How fucking ironic that he’d finally be able to escape from the thoughts haunting him when he’s literally sitting atop Eddie’s grave.

His eyes roam back over the pile of rubble that was once a house. He swallows heavily, eyes closing as his mind finally catches up with his actions. Impossible, it whispers. Literally fucking impossible.

He feels more tears springing free now, amazed that he has any left in him, and presses his palms hard into both eyes, relishing in the pain he feels from the pressure on them and the fire radiating from his hand. He can feel something sticky on his cheek, blood most likely.

Such an idiot, he thinks. He wonders what might have happened if only he’d stopped trying to cling to Eddie’s body, instead using his energy to get the others to carry him. To bring him back up then. The rational part of him knows that wouldn’t have been possible—they didn’t have the time or the energy. (That darker, worse part of him wonders what would have happened if he’d have been able to resist his friends pulling him away from Eddie—to stop himself from following them out as the rocks rained down. Would they have come back for their bodies if it was two of them? Was two the magic number that Bill thought was worth risking it for?)

He shakes his head, telling himself to stop redirecting his anger at his friends. The thing he should really be angry at is dead, destroyed forever.

And Eddie is below, forever. There’s no way of getting him, Richie. That’s where he has to stay.

“It’s just a body. It’s just a body. It’s just a body,” he chants lowly to himself, over and over again.

It’s fucked up, ultimately. Eddie will have to stay buried there. There’s nothing Richie can do about it. Even if the other Losers were with him, digging, there’s nothing they could do about it either. And, everyone ends up in the dark eventually, right? Whether in a casket or in a furnace; in a shallow grave or deep down in the lair of some demented space clown. It’s not like Eddie could literally see himself sitting in the dark. What mattered was how Richie was viewing it. He’d been projecting his own thoughts—how he thought his Eddie would feel stuck down there. And yeah, it’s super fucked up. Eddie would agree if he could. But he would just have to try to get over it—to try his hardest to stop remembering Eddie’s lifeless body, all alone as those rocks came down, and instead remembering him how he knew him best—things about Eddie that his mind had slowly been reminding him of since they had returned to Derry.

With a cast on his arm. With his fanny pack. His polo shirts and too short shorts. A sneaky grin on his face. His mouth downturned when he was pouting. His hands, dragging his inhaler up to his mouth, panic settling on his face over some minor incident. His laughter as he jumped into the quarry with his friends, splashing each other on a hot summer day. His calm smile as he looked back at Richie, pedaling down the road on their bikes with their friends.

The older Eddie. His face more weathered, his spirit more beaten, but still the same Eddie. Those same wide eyes filled with laughter. That same bossy tone and sarcastic attitude that would come out when Richie would say something dumb.

(Later, he will think of an even older Eddie. The one he might have had. But for now, his mind spares him that thought.)

He looks a few yards to his left, spotting a familiar patch of wildflowers. He has a faint memory of there being more around the overgrown yard than there are now. He stumbles to his feet, weak from all of the physical exertion and lack of food over the past few days yet, somehow, he manages to reach them. He yanks a few out of the ground with his good hand, roots and all.

He stands in front of what was once Neibolt house, not daring to kneel again lest he be unable to get back up. Setting the flowers down gently, he closes his eyes, taking in the gentle rays of the sun beginning to peak past the horizon.

“I love you Eds. Always have,” he lets out on a sigh. “I’m not sure when loving you turned into being in love with you but…I just know I’ve felt that way for a very long time. Even if I forgot. And maybe if I had told you, you wouldn’t have cared. Or maybe you would have. Or maybe you would have been grossed out, fuck, I don’t know.” He lets out a humorless laugh. “I like to think you would have felt the same but…. I’m just sorry I never got the chance to tell you before everything happened. So, I’m telling you now. My agent always did tell me to work on my timing,” he lets out a weak grin. “You’ll be okay here.” He shakes his head up and down slowly, as if reassuring himself. “Your body might be here, but you’ll always be with me Eds, promise.”

He clenches his jaw and allows himself to stand there for one last moment. Tears in his eyes, he swallows down the lump in his throat and hurries away, back toward his car. He yanks open the door, and plops into the seat, letting out a strangled cry before starting the engine, ready to get away from this house once and for all.

It’s only a day and a half later when he finds himself finally making his way out of town, right hand bandaged up, arm still sore from the tetanus shot he’d received at the hospital. When he pulls to a slow stop on the bridge, it’s with that hand that he puts the car into park. Leaving the engine on, he gets out and makes his way toward the side of the bridge; a spot he hasn’t stood in in decades.

The letters are still there, well faded into the wood with time, but still legible. He would’ve been able to find the spot with his eyes closed. As he crouches in front of the wooden planks, he feels it all rushing back to him. The guilt, the shame. The fear. He thinks about Stanley’s letter that his agent had had forwarded to him. He thinks about being brave.

As he presses his knife back into the carved R and E, separated only by a plus sign, he doesn’t think of Eddie’s body. He doesn’t think of his final resting place. He thinks about Eddie and all of the time they did have. He thinks of Eddie, his best friend. Eddie, the first boy he ever loved. He just thinks of Eddie.

He lets out a shaky breath, looks at that R+E one last time, searing it into his memory once again, and turns back toward his car, deciding to be brave.

#reddie #reddie fic #it: chapter two spoilers #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my fic

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raph8sblog · 5 years ago

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🔆Dreaming Of You 🔆 Part I.

Love, is surely the most beautiful thing in life, right? When someone loves you back, it can give you wings to fly above the sky and feel yourself as the most lucky person ever, who ever walked on Earth, it’s makes you a better person, when you are loving someone unconditionally. The process of love seems simple, you just have to realise that you like someone, than get close to the chossen one and after a while admit your feelings bravely. But, what if the other half don’t feel the same way like you do? In the worst scenario, it will break you into million pieces but after a while you manage to get through the pain maybe you will write out your heartache or pour the feelings into music and create masterpieces. Then, the worst scenarios can turn out as the best experiences, which gave you great inspirations and motivation to get yourselt together. However, you know yourself enough, to acknowledge that you nor a poet, neither a musician and if someone crush your sensitive heart, you will just cry out your eyes, lose your hope and your remaining self confidence. So, you decided not to tell anyone about, how you felt.

Also, your situation were different. You grew up as the ugly duckling next to the beautiful ones. You were the chubby kid since the kindergarden, until the high school. The one, who never talked back, when someone made fun of how many pack of chips you can it daily. Someone, who remained in silence, without a single word. You used to being alone, thanks to all the torments, that you suffered through. But, things changed, when you met with your best friend, Felix. He was the light in your life, who teached you that you are worthy and precious. You shared a lot of good memories together and after a while, of course you started to grew feelings for him. You never had the courage to tell him about it. He was the closest person to your heart, and vice versa, he trusted you wholeheartedly but he was still out of your reach. You convinced yourself that friendship is more than enough for you but life made a cruel decision when you two seperated. He went to Seoul to achive his dreams and shortly after he debuted as the member of Stray Kids, his fame started to rise. Now, even in your hometown a lot of people is listening to their songs, also when you are surfing on the net, you came across with fan pages as well. You always wanted to keep contact with him but after a while it’s became impossible. Or, you thought that, and gave up every hope, until the moment when luck decided to stand on your side again:

You got the intership, what you previously applied for at the university and now you are living in Seoul. After high school your apperance changed a lot, you lost weight and put more effort to your fashion style as well. But, even if you got a compliment your lack of confidence couldn’t change. All the harsh words still remained in your mind. That’s why you always payed extra attention to useless and stupid things, like how many calories you consume daily and when it was too much, you felt yourself extremely guilty. Even, if you looked pretty, your bad social kills made it difficult for you to get to know new people. You were lonely, when you moved to Seoul, you couldn’t talk to anyone at the uni even regardless of the fact that you were excellent from Korean language, thanks to your and your best friend’s effort. So, you tried to keep yourself busy and make money out of your free time and started working at a vinly store. Lucky for you, this is the place, where the miracle happened. One night, you were daydreaming in your shift when a costumer came to the counter:

- Excuse me, may I ask your opinion about this album? - you looked up, he was wearing baseball cap and a mask, so at first sight you didn’t realize who it was. But, his voice sounded familiar. Then, you looked down at the album and your breath stucked in your chest. It was the Clé:Levanter from Stray Kids.

- Wow... - you muttered to yourself flustered, when the boy tucked the mask under his chin. No more doubt! It was him! His freckles became visible, even in the dim light of the shop.

- It’s been such a long time Y/N! You changed so much but of course I recognised you!

- Am I dreaming? - you asked yourself not quite believing what just happened.

- How... Did you find me?

- Silly, I found your insta, you uploaded a photo of the vinly store. I won’t blame you about this, I have to admit it, this place has a good aesthetic vibe. - you looked around at the shop, the walls are decorated with old, colorful album covers. It was vintage and stylish at the same time.

- So, I came here to visit you! - he realized that you were in deep silence, you couldn’t find the right words, of course you were more than happy but your old emotions started to flood your heart again.

- Am I bothering you Y/N?

- No!! I’m just shocked Felix! You are here, with me, in the real life? I can’t believe it! - you relplied quickly.

- Then, I should help you prove it, that you aren’t dreaming. My schedule is not that busy this week, do you want to meet up? - you eagerly nodded.

Sometimes, life can be cruel and unfair but other times it can give you the flowers of happiness. That’s how your friendship continued and with no time, you two became unseperable again. Even, with Felix’s busy schedule you guys always managed to find time for each other. Seoul started to feel like home with the most important person on your side but beside the joy you felt yourself pressured by the old, same feeling. Your first and last love for your best friend also grew stronger than before. And you still didn’t have any courage to tell him, to risk your friendship and shatter everyting that you have.

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“Monday, 9:30″ your lockscreen was so bright that it’s almost made you blind. You slowly opened your eyes, the morning lights escaped through the window’s shatter and they were dancing on the walls. Your first class will start soon, you have to get up but you are way too tired so you decided to spent five more minutes under the sheets. But, your phone buzzed again, you reached out to check who texted to you and all the tiredness disappeared when you saw Felix’s name:

“Y/N are you up? Please text me back, we need to talk ASAP! I hope your afternoon is free, wait for me at the dorm!” it was strange, Felix never asked you to come to their dorm. Of course you’ve been there a few times before in the past months. You get to know the other members as well, but since you were a little bit shy, you still acted awkward around them. Today is a day off for the band, they can finally rest after the perfomances. So, maybe this is the reason why Felix invite you over, because most of the members are going out to enjoy their free time. Still, it can’t be the only reason, he wants to tell you something and you had no idea what’s troubling him. Nowdays he acted a little bit serious and cold, but you thought the main reason behind that is his busy schedule.

After the university you straight went to the dorm, you felt yourself uneasy, you was desperate. Maybe, you did something bad, or said something bad? It was always like this, you thought you are the cause of his sadness. You wanted to cheer him up somehow, you even brought his favourite snacks and you hoped that you are worrying for nothing.

When you arrived, it was already past four at the afternoon but Felix wasn’t at home. Changbin greeted you at the door with a wide smile. You really liked him from the moment Felix introduced you to his band mates, he was always sweet and caring towards you. He treated you like an old friend, so your fears with strangers dissolved when you were with him.

- Y/N you came right on time! We were watching a boring kdrama with Hyunjin and all the lovey dovey started to feel suffocating for me! - you glanced towards the couch, Hyunjin just waved to you without a word. To be honest, unlike with Changbin, you didn’t really get on well with Hyunjin. You are not sure, why though... You tried to be kind with him, but maybe it’s just the fact, that he was really handsome and popular with girls so he didn’t want to know someone plain and ordinary like you. Okay, it’s seems harsh to think, this is the reason behind his unfriendly actions. But, he was sweet towards his bandmates, you were the only one, who was neglected and ignored by him.

- Are you sure that I’m not bothering you guys? I can wait for Felix, outside as well! - you said awkwardly. Changbin just grabbed your hand and led you to the couch:

- Sit next to me ~

You sat between them and you tried to feel yourself less uncomfortable, the drama, that they have been watching, was truly boring, but it calmed you down a little bit because you were no longer paying attention to your inner thoughts.

- Hey, Hyunjineee!! You told me to watch this boring shit with you and now you are hanging nonstop on your phone! - you almost dozed off but Changbin’s voice dragged you back to the reality.

- I’m learning English. I want to improve myself. - he lied without looking up from his screen.

- Then, you should ask Y/N to help you out, since this is her first language. - you started fidgeting, it wasn’t a good idea, you felt yourself so small and insecure next to him. But, luckily for you, he didn’t required your help as well:

- Nah, I don’t need help! Y/N’s accent is making dificult for me to uderstand her explanations... - wow, he said that your language skills are not that good, right? Or you just imagining things because he is not that likeable for you?

- It was a little bit rude to say out loud, I hope you noticed this! - Changbin tried to defend you.

- I’m just honest and please let me learn in peace.

- Sure.. Just pretend that you are learning! - the sun was setting, the lights were so beautiful. Orange, red, and dark pink, these shades gathered together on the sky and made the scenery unreal. Hyunjin finally looked up from his phone and quickly he stand up from the couch to take some pictures:

- Golden Hour! - he sighed dramatically:

- Should I take some selfies as well?

- English is no longer interesting? - you just laughed at them quietly and glanced down at your watch:

“6:00″ ....... You started to get worried again, you wanted to ask them where is Felix, but then, your phone is buzzed and a message showed up:

“Come to the rooftop! I’m still shaking, I can’t go inside now!”

As fast as you can, you rushed up to the rooftop, where the city below was bathing in the warm lights. Felix was there, waiting for you, he turned around when you arrived, still giggling. He couln’t stop smiling, instead of speaking about why he called you there, he just embraced you. In his arms, your mind went blank, your knees felt weak:

- Remember, when you told me, that you liked someone so much that you thought you are going crazy from all the emotions? - of course you remembered, you talked about him back then.

- I still feel the same way, everytime I think about him. - you admitted.

- I think, I know why you felt that way. You were in love, so deeply...Uh... Y/N, I’m just lost in words! - he picked you up and spinned you around, you were confused, why he is acting like that? He is so happy and so strange at the same time, he wasn’t his normal self. And then, you felt like, maybe you got a chance for the first time, maybe he knows without any confession how you feel about him, you collected your courage:

- Felix... I... Need to tell you something.... Maybe, you are feeling the same way as....

- Yes! I’m feeling the same way as you! - he nodded, flashing his beautiful smile at you again. Your heart was beating so fast that you thought you are going to pass out. Here, in his arms, on the rooftopp, it felt like a fairytail, or like a chessy kdrama.

- But Y/N today, I asked her out and she said yes to me! - exactly, then, your heart really stopped beating for a moment...... He wasn’t talking about you....

- What..... ? - you asked weakly.

- I didn’t tell you yet! She is a really famous idol now at the entertaiment and I thought she would never talk to me, since I’m just a beginner next to her! - you felt a strange sensation is your stomach and your chest, it was a terrible feeling, which almost made you cry.

- I have to ask you this Y/N, this is a secret between us! I don’t want anyone to know about us, please cover me! Can you tell the boys tomorrow that you are with me, when they ask you why I skipped the practise? - you just nodded, shocked and defeated, Felix embraced again and whispered to your ear:

- Isn’t it wonderful Y/N?

- Yes.... It’s truly wonderful, I’m so happy for you Felix. - you replied, while a teardrop started to make its way down your cheek.

Hiiii Guys this is my first fic! So I kinda have this idea in my mind for a while, and I thought I might share it with you! Should I continue? 💓

#kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #lee felix #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz angst #kpop fic

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siodymph · 6 years ago

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“The Before and After”

Hey there @pirably ! I’m so sorry this is getting to you so late! I can’t thank you enough for participating in the gift exchange, and I hope you enjoy my take on your prompt!

Feel free to read your story under the cut or over on my ao3!

“I can’t believe you!”

“What?”

Sighing, Stanford took a deep breath. His neck was starting to feel pinched from looking up at so long. “I said I CAN’T BEL-”

“I heard what you said! What’s not to believe?”

“Just… Everything about this! There’s no way this is safe!”

There was a long pause as Stanford waited until he finally heard Fiddleford respond. Voice echoing out from somewhere near the top of his gigantic creation.

“… Probably not!”

“Then why do you insist on working like this? Why put yourself in life-threatening danger!”

“Cause!” Fiddleford called back, huffing. “I work best directly with my hands. And there’s no way I could tip this darned thing over without risking it all breaking! All for some shiftin’ wires!”

“You could build something to help gently set it down then stand it again!” Stanford tried to add.

“Ugh! But that’d take even more time! Not to mention I’d have to build that first!” Fiddleford yelled. “Now hush up! I’m trying to work here Stanford!”

If someone were to see Stanford at that moment, they probably would have said he was pouting. But Ford would take to his grave if he had to. “I just want you to be safe…”

“I’m harnessed to the swing, which I rigged up myself! Checked the pulleys and everything this morning! I’m the safest I’ve ever been!” Fiddleford called out one more time. “And you’re one to talk! Where was all this fussing over safety when you were in Dr. Jenret’s class and you almost poured acid on yourself?”

Stanford could only smile and shake his head in response. As always Fiddleford was able to win him over when he least suspected it. As inevitable as it was, it still caught Stanford off-guard. Growing up there had been no one like that in his life. If he ever got into arguments or debates with kids they’d always either eventually concede or just completely give up. Or they’d just hit him out of annoyance. If it was his brother he’d do a combination of the last two.

At least Stanford used that excuse as to why after knowing the man for years now, he still managed to surprise him when they got into debates.

To this day Fiddleford was probably the only person he knew who could get him to shut up and see things from a new perspective.

So now knowing there was nothing he could say Stanford decided to just sit back and watch the show Fiddleford was putting on. The man may be stubborn as a mule, but he was equally as cunning and brilliant, and he certainly made a performance out of his larger-than-life projects.

There was no denying Fiddleford’s brilliance. He had the most engineering and mechanical skill out of anyone Stanford knew. Even better than himself, which was something he seldom admitted to anyone. But it was the truth. Fiddleford Hadron McGucket was by far the best of the best in the world of robotics. And anyone who said otherwise was wrong.

Just being able to watch Fiddleford work was a treat itself. As his creation came together it quickly collected height. So much so that he soon had to resort to rigged swings and climbing equipment to finish the job. As he worked up off the ground like that Stanford couldn’t help but think of those old photos from the 1940’s of construction workers building the first skyscrapers. So high off the ground, only a pair of overalls and a utility belt for protection, and yet seeming so at ease. There was almost a beauty in how effortless Fiddleford made it seem. A grace he had while swinging from rig to rig, climbing up the structure with his hands and feet.

But when the light hit his face just right and Stanford could see Fiddleford’s hair shine golden, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat from his hard work, Stanford knew in his heart his feelings for the other man hadn’t changed at all.

He found he’d only grown to love Fiddleford Hadron McGucket even more...

Two hours later, Fiddleford came swinging down. Overalls covered in a layer of grim, hair frizzled and frumpy, face red and sweaty, and a satisfying smile that just looked ethereal on Fiddleford’s face.

“How’d it go?” Stanford asked as he ran back over from his own work to meet him. Handing the other man a towel.

“Pretty good I think!” Fiddleford sighed gratefully as he started to wipe off his face. “Got that wiring all straightened out! Now all that’s left is testing her out!”

“That’s wonderful! We should test it now!”

“You know Stanford it’s a good thing I like ya so much.” Fiddleford said with a tired smirk. “Been up there all day, and as soon as I get down you want me to keep on working!”

“You know you want to see your new invention just as much as I do!” Stanford replied. “Don’t even kid yourself Fidds.”

Chuckling to himself, Fiddleford went over to his work bench and grabbed the remote control he’d built for this his invention. He let his finger hover over the main controls before looking towards Stanford.

“Hang onto your butts…”

All at once, the remote buzzed and the colossal machine burst to life. Inbetween metal panels, there was a bright green glow. Panels began to bend and shift. Massive wings unfurled from either side of the robot. For a moment the creature turned its head to look at its master. Green eyes glowing with a light that feuled it from within. Then after Fiddleford pressed another button the remote buzzed again and the creature tilted its head back at gave out a massive prehistoric screech that made Stanford’s entire chest rattle.

“Not too bad for someone who said they were moving onto computer-work only, huh?”

Stanford looked up at the massive mechanic pterodactyl in awe. “Fiddleford… Fiddlford that was nowhere close to ‘not bad’. That was… That was amazing!”

“Aw shucks,” Fiddleford mumbled.

“No, I mean it!” Stanford continued. “This is a piece of history in the making here. This won’t just change the world of animatronics, but the entire world of robots and engineering itself!”

“You really think so?” Fiddleford asked.

“I know so!” Stanford tried to contain some of his excitement, sometimes he could get rather loud when he got carried away. “And Fiddleford? I couldn’t imagine this being made by anyone else but yourself. You really did a… a fantastic job here. There’s no way you won’t take first place in Dawngrove next week!”

“Aw, I don’t care about none of that.” Fiddleford sighed as he turned off his robo-dino. “I’m only doing this for lil’Tate. He’s the one who asked me to do all this after all.”

“And I’m certain Tate will adore this too.”

“I hope so...” Fiddleford said with another sigh. Looking back up at his incredible invention. “Ever since me and the missus split I feel like I haven’t seen him as often. When we are together I gotta make it mean something. For the both of us.”

Gently, Stanford took Fiddlford’s face in his hands, pulling him away so they were looking eye to eye.

“Believe me Fiddleford, next week Dawngrove’s Robotic Royal will be a day no one could ever forget!”

Leaning in closer, Stanford kissed him. And closing his eyes, Fiddleford could feel himself relaxing.

Slipping away. If only for a few moments...

~~~

Sometimes it truly amazed Fiddleford how everything was coming back to him.

At least physically if not completely mentally. He was still working on that.

He counted it as a small success though when Stanford showed him a massive mechanical pterodactyl and he got the inkling of a sensation that he’d seen it before.

Raising one hand up, he touched one of its massive wings. It felt rougher than he’d expected it to. No doubt the metal had eroded some after years of hiding it away in such an abandoned place.

“I know I’ve seen this fella before…” Fiddleford pondered out loud, still lightly rubbing over the metal as if that would help him reveal the answer. He knew he’d made robotic pterodactyls before but this one didn’t seem as familiar. It definitely wasn’t the one he made for revenge after his retirement-party-fiasco. “Did we make this together?”

“Not really, I just watched.” Stanford answered. “You made this one on your own. It was for this competition out in Dawngrove California.”

“Dawngrove…” Fiddleford said slowly.

“Yes, does that town sound familiar at all?”

Fiddleford hummed a little before shaking his head. “It ain’t there right now, but it’ll come back. I can feel it rattle’n around in there.”

Stanford seemed a little disappointed, but decided to move on. “Well you and I brought that in for a robotics competition. A battle royal actually. You ended up getting first place. Your ex-wife and your son even came and we all cheered you on.”

The mention of his son brought a smile to his face. The details over everything were hazy but he always knew who Tate was. “He would have been around eight or nine right?”

“Yes, he was nine!” Stanford said.

Fiddleford chuckled at the thought. “He was such a little squirt back then. Always hiding under that big mop of hair…”

Stanford grumbled as he looked around. He wished he had more photos from that day. In his experience with Stanley photos help jogged Stan’s memory the best. Unfortunately he didn’t have any photos from that day. He was however able to find a few newspaper clippings he’d held onto from that day. Carefully picking it up the fragile paper so it didn’t disintegrate, Stanford brought it over for Fiddleford to see.

“Look here,” Stanford pointed to the main picture under the headline ‘Super Scientist and Father Wins Grand Prize with his Dynamic Dino!’ where there was a black and white photo of the Pterodactyl back in its golden years. “If you look towards the bottom near the pterodactyl’s feet you can see a few figures. That’s me on the right, you on the left, and you’re holding Tate in the middle of us.”

The article itself was so damaged it was illegible. But Fiddleford could just make out their figures Stanford was pointing to in the picture. The picture was so old the image had begun to fade some too, mostly on the left side. His whole body was faded out. But with enough focus he could just make out Stanford and Tate’s faces. Both were beaming at the camera. Grinning with pride. Fiddleford realized they’d been proud of him.

“You two sure seemed happy…” Fiddleford said with a sigh.

“And we still are.” Stanford continued. “You have no idea how happy I am to be here with you. To have a second chance at making things right with you. With everyone.”

Fiddleford nodded but didn’t look up from the picture. As if trying to memorize their faces in case this memory never came back to him. When he didn’t focus as hard he could almost recall some things. Mostly phantom feelings. Like holding a giggling Tate close to his chest. Or swinging up on a rig, shouting to Stanford down below. Walking hand in hand with both of them…

“I’m happy I get a second chance too.” Fiddleford replied softly.

Eventually they’d seen everything they could and together, hand in hand, they walked back out of that old warehouse back into the world. They’d been in there reminiscing so long they’d missed sunset. It was already night and the moon hung low in the sky, darting out from behind trees as they walked.

Stanford’s six-fingered hand felt so warm in Fiddleford’s own. How he’d spent all those years alone, Fiddleford didn’t know, but now that Stanford was back in his life he knew he couldn’t bear to go back to the way things had once been. The world had changed so much, and they’d both changed so much with it. But Fiddleford could feel it in his heart that what they had between themselves was still as special as it was back then.

And when the light hit his face just right Fiddleford could see Stanford’s hair shine silver, and his eyes practically sparkling under the moon, Fiddleford knew in his heart his feelings for the other man hadn’t changed at all.

He found he’d only grown to love Stanford Filbrick Pines even more.

#fiddauthor #fiddauthorgiftexchange #fiddauthor gift exchange #pirably #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #fiddauthorgiftexchange2018

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thelastspeecher · 6 years ago

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I can’t think up a title for this thing that I wrote today, but it takes place in the Angiewolf AU. Specifically, it takes between this ficlet and this ficlet. It’s the morning after Ford gets back, where he visits Stan and Angie’s house to help explain everything to Dipper and Mabel. But before he even sees the Mystery Twins, he has to talk to his sister-in-law and his newfound niece. Don’t worry, he’s excited to see them. A lot more excited than he was to see Stan.

Ford stuffed his hands in his pockets as he stood outside Stan and Angie’s house. It hadn’t changed in appearance since he’d been gone. It was still spacious and rustic, like a cabin built for a family of basketball players. Daisies and bluebells in full bloom stood side by side lining the front of the cabin. The Stanleymobile was parked in the driveway, as red as the day Stan had gotten it.

It was like he was back in time, on the day Stan and Angie had first moved in. He could practically see Stan, Angie, Fiddleford, and Angie’s family, full of excitement as they brought in boxes and furniture. Stan challenging Lute on who could carry the most boxes. Angie waving off Fiddleford’s concerns that she was straining herself by carrying the largest, heaviest furniture. The six-month-old triplets sitting in the grass, playing with pastel toys under the watchful eye of Angie’s parents. Ford swallowed, painfully aware of how the happy memories didn’t line up with the last time he had been there. He made his way to the front door and knocked.

“Someone’s at the door! Someone’s at the door! Someone’s here!” a voice shouted. Ford frowned, trying to place it.

Daisy, perhaps? A muffled voice said something in response. The door opened. Ford smiled at the person standing before him.

“Emily, I presume?” he asked. Emily beamed broadly at him, her grin stretching from ear to ear. Last night, in wolf form, he’d mistaken her for Angie. But in her human form, the characteristics she’d inherited from Stan were more obvious – the large ruddy nose, the square jaw, the stocky figure.

“That’s me,” Emily chirped. Ford’s smile became warmer.

“It’s a pleasure to properly meet you.”

“Right back at ya.”

“Short stack, let yer uncle in,” a new voice said. A voice that Ford recognized. He looked over. Angie was standing in the entryway to the nearby kitchen, drying her hands on a gingham towel. She grinned at him. It was the same smile spread across Emily’s face. “Long time no see, Stanford Pines.”

“Yes, it has been a while,” Ford said, adjusting his glasses. He tried to banish the mental image of the last time he’d seen Angie.

Angie pale and unconscious on the floor, burns from silver spread across her body. The triplets, whom she had managed to lock in their room when his possessed body arrived, shouting at the top of their lungs. Stan physically throwing him out of the house, looking as feral as Angie on a full moon.

“…Stanford?” Angie asked. Ford blinked, surfacing from the memory. Angie’s blue eyes were full of concern.

I don’t deserve concern from her. Not after what happened thirty years ago. She could have died.

“Yes, I am. I’m just, um,” Ford stammered. Angie let out a small chuckle.

“A sci-fi makeover hasn’t changed ya a bit. Come on into the kitchen and I’ll feed ya. I’m assumin’ ya haven’t eaten breakfast yet?”

“That would be an accurate assumption to make.”

“Figured.” Angie strolled back into the kitchen. Emily raced after her. “Hold yer horses, pup. The sausage is cookin’.” Ford followed his niece and sister-in-law. He looked around the kitchen with interest. Among the mass of magnets covering the fridge was a wolf-themed calendar. Several events were scribbled in red ink. Many of the generic pictures of food that had decorated the walls thirty years ago had been replaced by pictures of Stan and Angie’s vast family. The kitchen table was covered with yarn, glitter, and chewed on pens.

“Project of yours?” Ford asked, picking up a skein of bright yellow yarn. Angie looked over.

“No, that’s Mabel’s. So’s the glitter.”

“You haven’t bothered to clean up?”

“Mabel’s mess is an organized mess. Everything’s in its spot,” Angie said. “The last time I cleaned up her supplies, she turned the house upside down ‘cause cleanin’ disrupted her system. Made even worse of a mess.”

“Ah.” Ford carefully nudged a few sparkly pieces of yarn aside and sat at the table. He clasped his hands. “So, Fiddleford tells me you and Stan added to your family since I last saw you.”

“Yes. In a rather major way.” Angie nodded at Emily, who was rummaging through the fridge. “Emily’s the oldest of quadruplets.”

“Quadruplets?” Ford said, aghast. He shook his head. “You have seven total children.”

“Yep.”

“You and Stan raised seven children.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You. And Stan.”

“If yer tryin’ to imply that they were all wild and difficult, yer correct. I mean, the combination of myself and Stan is a handful alone. Add onto that the lycanthropy and the fact that they were multiple births…” Angie let out a bark of laughter. “I’m honestly surprised the house is still standin’.” Ford chuckled.

“…Do you have any pictures?” he asked. Angie grinned.

“What do ya take me for?”

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Ford laughed as he turned a page in the photo album Angie had grabbed for him.

“Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?” he asked. Angie shook her head, hiding a smile.

“Look, when you’ve got seven kids, ya don’t have that many options fer fam’ly Halloween costumes.”

“These are wonderful.” Ford looked at Angie. “Thank you.”

“…Fer what?”

“Not kicking me out of the house the second you smelled my arrival.”

“I heard ya ‘fore I smelled ya,” Angie said. She turned another page in the photo album. “But if I’m bein’ honest, Stan was the one who talked me down.”

“Stan?”

“Yes. The day that you…” Angie cleared her throat. “I was still sick and hurt, and if I recall correctly, my words were ‘good riddance’.”

“…Oh.”

“Stan, though, he reminded me that what happened wasn’t under yer own volition, and you’d never do anything to purposefully hurt people you care about.” Angie shrugged. “And I do feel like, even if we aren’t related by blood, we do have a bit of a connection. We’re both scientists, after all.”

“Stan was the one who talked you down,” Ford said quietly. He rubbed his face. “Why did he do that?”

“Yer his brother. He cares about you.”

“I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Oh, Lord.” Angie steepled her fingers. “What happened last night between you two?”

“What do you-”

“Stan came home furious about somethin’. He wouldn’t tell me what happened.”

“We fought.”

“You fought? Why?”

“Because of the immense risks he took to bring me back after he pushed me through the portal in the first place!” Ford shouted. Angie pursed her lips. “And I heard the boy – Dipper – say that he got bitten by a werewolf, too. I don’t know how Stan is involved, but I know it’s his fault in some way.”

“Stanford.”

“That’s his MO, Angie, and you know it. Bad things happen around him.”

“Does this have to do with the science fair incident?”

“No. I’ve moved past that.”

“I don’t think you have.”

“Angie, please,” Ford said. He took a breath. “I don’t want to talk about Stan. I want to talk about your kids and Shermie’s grandkids.”

“But-”

“I mean it.”

“Fine.” Angie held her hands up. “I’ll drop it. And when Stan gets up, the chips ‘ll fall where they may.”

“Thank you.” Ford turned his attention back to the photo album. “What did you say Cadenza does?”

“She’s a lawyer.”

“A lawyer? Wow. I assume she inherited Stan’s silver tongue.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I’d like to meet her. I’d like to meet all of the quadruplets. And I’d like to see the triplets again.”

“Sorry, but most all of the pups didn’t stick around in Gravity Falls. The only ones here right now are Emily and Molly.”

“Aka the best ones,” Emily piped up. “Caleb’s not even a werewolf anymore.”

“He’s not?”

“Nope.”

“Huh. Given how proud you all are of being werewolves, I would not have expected any of you to use the lycanthropy cure.”

“Caleb’s always been a bit ‘meh’ about the werewolf thing, and being allergic to silver was making it difficult for his job,” Emily said. “So he gave it up.”

“What’s his job?”

“He’s a pastry chef,” Angie replied. “He lives in Piedmont like Mabel and Dipper.”

“A pastry chef.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Where is everyone else?”

“Most of ‘em aren’t close enough to visit easily,” Angie said. “Danny’s in Washington, D.C. She works fer the Pentagon.”

“Really? With Stan for a father, how did she pass the background check?” Ford mumbled. Angie frowned.

“If I can’t talk ‘bout Stan, you can’t talk ‘bout him, either.”

“Very well,” Ford sighed. “What about the rest of your pups?”

“Daisy’s back in Gumption on the fam’ly farm, doin’ testin’ on the crops. She’s a geneticist, so she’s tryin’ to improve the yield. Emmett’s in dance school in San Diego – he studies ballet. And Cadenza runs her practice from Portland.”

“What about Molly?”

“She’s bounced around doin’ botanical research, but right now she’s back in Gravity Falls, like I said. She’ll be stoppin’ by this mornin’.”

“She doesn’t live with you?”

“…She’s in her thirties. She has her own place.”

“Oh. Right.” Ford swallowed. “She’s in her thirties.”

“It’s got to be strange fer you,” Angie said sympathetically. “She wasn’t even in kindergarten when you…left. Now she’s all grown.”

“Yes.” Ford sighed softly. “I’ve missed quite a bit. Fiddleford even has a grown son.” Emily, who was looking for something in one of the cupboards, froze. She closed the cupboard door and stared at Ford with wide eyes.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. Angie stood up from the table. “Oh my god! Ma, that’s-”

“Emily, come with me to wake up yer father,” Angie said in a tight voice.

“But Ma, Tate’s-”

“Shh!” Angie shot Ford an awkward grin. “Go ahead and help yourself to some breakfast. If Dipper and Mabel come down, tell Dipper he’s not allowed to have any pancakes.” Ford nodded.

“Because he’s been bitten, he’ll need plenty of protein.”

“Exactly.” Angie ushered Emily out of the kitchen. Ford looked over at the counter. Bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes were piled high on platters. He smiled.

That’s another thing that hasn’t changed. Angie’s insistence on feeding everyone. His stomach growled. It’s been thirty years since I’ve had her amazing cooking. Before he could get up to make a plate, footsteps rushed from the second floor. The two children he had met last night, Mabel and Dipper, ran into the kitchen. They made a beeline for the food.

“Dipper, no pancakes,” Ford said quickly. Mabel and Dipper froze. They slowly turned to face him. Mabel squished her face excitedly.

“Great-Uncle Ford! What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I came over to help Stan and Angie explain everything.”

“Everything?” Dipper gasped. He grabbed a notepad and pencil from inside his vest. “Like, everything?”

“Um, everything regarding the werewolf situation,” Ford said hesitantly. Dipper’s eyes widened.

“Awesome!”

“Why can’t Dipper have pancakes?” Mabel asked.

“Pups need protein,” a voice grunted. Ford let out a small sigh. He looked at the person who had just entered.

“Stanley,” he said shortly. Stan glared at him.

“Ford,” Stan ground out. He looked back at Dipper. “Dipper, you got turned yesterday. Getting turned isn’t a joke. You need a lot of protein when you’re changing species, and you’re gonna be a pup on top of it. Werewolf pups have to eat a lot of protein ‘cause they’re still growing.”

“I’ll only have one pancake then,” Dipper said. Stan glowered.

“No. No pancakes. Only protein for breakfast.”

“But-”

“No buts, kid,” Stan rumbled. Angie walked into the kitchen. “Ang, keep an eye on Dipper. Don’t let him have any pancakes.”

“Of course, darlin’.”

“Thanks.” Stan looked at Ford. “Sixer. We should talk.”

“…Yes,” Ford said. “We should.”

#in case anyone's wondering why Angie took Emily out of the room #it was bc Emily had realized why Ford's scent seemed familiar to her #it was bc Tate's scent has just a hint of Ford's scent #due to Ford being Tate's dad #but Ford didn't know this so Angie wanted to get her out of the room before she dropped that bomb #Angiewolf AU #Stanford Pines #Angie McGucket #Emily Pines #Mabel Pines #Dipper Pines #Stanley Pines #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

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aescapisms · 6 years ago

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disconnected [6]

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

word count: 4.3k

taglist: @berruneko09 @vechkinfan @ria132love @haha-barnes @fantasticsofa

a/n: HEY GUYS!!! THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF DISCONNECTED but i’m planning to add 2 short chapters just for fun or something....

Sebastian arrived to an empty house. There was no sign of you anywhere, you must've been out he thought. That was until he heard a melody coming from your room. A sweet voice accompanied by a rhythmic guitar. It was the first time that he heard you sing and he immediately fell in love with your voice.

For a few minutes he stood by your door listening, trying to figure out what song you were singing. But he figured that listening to the original wouldn't compare to your version of the song. God damn, he had it bad for you.

Feeling a bit creeped out by standing outside your door he decided to knock to announce his presence. "I'm home." He heard something fall down which earned a loud curse from you before you opened the door. Before he knew it you already have your arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, "I missed you."

Sebastian didn't want to think too much into it, but lately he can't help but put meaning behind your actions. Every text, every smile, every hug even your laughter makes him think that you like him too. The past few weeks while he was filming all he could think about was you. He had thought about the possibilities of you and him being together, and in every single one there's always a reason for you to leave him. Chris assured him that he sees you as his sister but Sebastian doesn't know if you see Chris as a brother.

"You didn't tell me you'd be back today!" You exclaimed as you broke away from the hug. Sebastian smiled despite his heart sinking from his chest from the absence of your touch. "Its a surprise, doll. If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise anymore."

Your laughter echoed around the apartment and he had never felt more at home than he did at that very moment.

A few hours after Sebastian arrived you decided to cook to properly welcome him home.

"Hey, what was the song that you were singing earlier?" He asked which startled you, and almost made you drop the pan. "Careful."

"Jeez, Sebby. Don't do that!" He shrugged and sat at the counter top and watched as you worked. "I don't know what the title of the song was. How long were you listening for?" You asked him as you poured the food into the bowl. That was a lie. You knew the title of the song, Blue eyes, you were the one writing it. It was scary admitting the fact that you wrote a song and used him as your muse.

"Go set up some plates. I'm done cooking, there's ice cream in the fridge that we can eat afterwards." He got to his feet and immediately grabbed some plates and set up the table.

The both of you ate in silence, he only looked up at you to to smile and tell you that he loves your cooking. You returned the smile and ignored the butterflies in your stomach.

As you sat there looking at Sebby, you wondered to yourself what would happened if you told him who you are. You worried that it would cause a rift between the two of you, what you have right now is so good and you don't want to ruin that.

You were wrapping Christmas presents in your room when Chris knocked on your door. Sebastian went out to get some last minute Christmas shopping. "Hey, do you need any help in wrapping your presents over there?" He asked when he opened the door.

"Yes please. These are presents that my little brother asked for, and something for my parents." Chris smiled and sat down in front of you. he grabbed the gift wrapper and the laptop. "Do you miss them?"

"Yes, not a day goes by that I don't." You gave him a sad smile, "How about you? You miss your family?"

"I do but I get to see them anytime that I want. You can't."

"That's true," you muttered as you reached for the scissors, "But I'll get to see them in March so, it'll be great. We'll be celebrating our Christmas and New Year then." You were sad that you won't be able to be celebrate it with them but you still tried to stay positive in the situation. "Besides, I get to spend it with you guys. That's good enough right?"

Chris laughed "Well we're the next best thing. Dodger will be here later, and a couple of friends. Also, what did you get for Seb?"

You rolled your eyes at him and he just shrugged “What? You didn’t get him anything? You can probably place some crumpled up tissue in a box and he’d still be thankful for it. Or you know, you can just confess your feelings for him, that kind of give will last him for a lifetime.”

“I got him a present okay. No need to be an asshole. I’m just not entirely sure if he would like it.”

The night came by fast and people started to come in. Chris helped you place your gifts under the Christmas tree. Everyone was laughing and mingling with each other. Chris introduced you to his friends, most of them were his friends from work. Everyone was talking about everything except for work. Chris made sure that there was a strictly no work talk policy in the apartment for that night. You agreed, you didn’t want to lie to all those people either.

You were talking to Tom, a tall British guy who speaks like he was from the time of Shakespeare, when Sebastian arrived. The both of you immediately locked eyes and he went straight to you, you excused your self and told Tom that it was lovely talking to him before you left. “Where have you been? “ He smiled and hugged you, “I bought presents.” You pointed at the Christmas tree and he got what you were trying to say.

After talking with the guests Sebastian and Chris helped you out with handing out foods for the guests. Everyone was having fun, even Dodger was too. You kept on playing with him until he got tired and slept inside Sebastian’s room.

Sebastian, you noticed, never left your side that night. And your mind kept on replaying what Chris told you earlier in the day “just confess your feelings for him”. You had thought about that since your birthday. You had some time to mull over the thought and looking at Sebastian now, smiling at you, maybe it was the time to take that risk.

“Hey Sebby, can we uh, can we talk?” Sebastian looked at you and nodded “In private. Let’s talk in the pool.”

Hearing the words “Can we talk?” made Sebastian nervous. Nothing good ever comes from that. So when you left the room, he followed. He clutched the gift he bought for you in his pocket he took a deep breath and went outside. Sebastian noticed the way you were holding your breath when the both of you reached your destination.

Sebastian’s overthinking got cut off when you handed him a small neatly wrapped box. The words ‘Merry Christmas’ was written on the ribbon itself. “I didn’t have the space, and i didn’t have a cute paper to put the greeting at.” Sebastian laughed, you never fail to surprise him. “Chris and I talked on my birthday and it got me thinking that he was right.”

“Right about what?”

“Love is scary, and unpredictable but that is not everything that love is, and what I feel, I don’t think I can really hide it anymore. I mean I can but I don’t think that I would want to.” Sebastian’s heart is beating so loud he thought his ribcage would break, he knows what’s going to happen next. He’s scared. He saw everything that could go wrong. So when you said the words ‘I love you’ he took a step back. And that told you everything that you thought you needed to know.

“Hey. Where were you? Everyone was looking for the both of you.” Chris asked when he saw you in the hallway. “Where’s Seb? What happened?” He asked when he saw your eyes.

“I read the signs wrong.” you muttered. “He doesn’t like me that way.” Chris shook his head, “No that can’t be right—“

“I’m okay. We’re okay. I told him that it didn’t matter. It’s okay.”.

Watching someone put a physical distance between you and him after you had just confessed is a sure sign that you are rejected. Your heart shattered to pieces, but you didn’t let him know that. “I’m not asking you to love me back. I’m not expecting for anything when I decided to confess. Its just, so hard to bottle it all up inside of me. If you want to keep your distance I’ll understand. But I don’t want you to act differently around me. I understand everything okay?”

“Y/N look—“

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s okay.”

As soon as you were sure that you were out of his sight, you clutched your heart and cried. You had expected to be rejected, you expected it to be painful. What you didn’t expect was how much it hurt, it was the kind of hurt that you would rather shatter every single bone of your body than feel this way.

You woke up that morning with a box on your pillow which says “Hey, I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you and him last night. Here’s the list of movies that you should watch, you should watch it with him. It might help both of you fix what you’re going through.”

You chuckled, ‘Yeah right. As if a movie marathon will solve everything.’ but then you thought that it would be a great way to get things back the way it used to be. The both of you used to have movie marathons together so it shouldn’t bother you as much right?

So you opened the box which revealed a flash drive, you headed outside to set everything up.

“Good morning.” You greeted when you saw Sebastian in the kitchen. “Why are you in the kitchen?”

“It’s actually 2 in the afternoon, I’m making you some brunch.”

“It’s 2 AM? Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”

“I told them not to, you needed to rest. Besides, I think Chris went there to wake you up but that didn’t work so I didn’t think anyone else could wake you up.”

You stared at him as you made your way to the t.v, you noticed his puffy eyes and you couldn’t help but wonder if he cried. “I don’t think Chris woke me up. He did leave a gift though. Come on, let’s go watch.”

You told him as you set everything up. You saw Sebastian stop in his tracks. “What are we going to watch?”

You shrugged, “Chris said that it might help so its either an inspirational video or its porn. If its porn I swear I’ll be the one to kill him. I know how to hide a body.”

That made Sebastian laugh but he was still wary about the movies. After living with him you’ve learned to read his micro-expressions, he was an open-book.

Sebastian sat on the couch but kept his distance, it was okay, you thought. It was for the best, besides the both of you can’t just sleep and hope to forget everything that had happened last night right?

“I think, what Chris is trying to do is kinda help us both into getting to what we were before.” You told him while you played with the remote control. “We used to do things like this before, and all I want is for us to go back to the way we were. I mean, you’re my best friend. I’m not saying that we should get over it in an instant and I'm not going to blame you if you kept your distance, I just want you to know that if you to go back to the way it was before, that’s more than okay for me.”

You didn’t wait for his answer because the thought of him saying anything scared you, so you just clicked play on the remote and watched as the red banner with the word MARVEL come out on the screen.

“Marvel.” you muttered, "obviously not a porn movie. That’s good.”

But it wasn’t good. Not for Sebastian. He expected this to happen but he didn’t know how to react. “Steve thought it might help.” But Sebastian knew it was just going to cause more trouble.

“You know Marvel?” Sebastian asked you, and you spared him a nod, “Yeah, my brother told me to watch it but I never got around to do it. I was always busy with work. But I heard its great.”

Sebastian didn’t look at the screen, he just stared at your face. He wants to stop the film, but he knows that sooner or later the truth will be revealed and might as well let it happen now.

When Steve’s face showed up he saw your mouth open wide in shock. “Wait, is that—?? No. What?? Wait Chris????” You asked and turned to him for confirmation. Sebastian swallowed the lump in his throat and then nodded. You turned your attention back on the screen when you heard a familiar voice “Hey, pick on someone your own size.”

That was when you lost your shit. It was Sebastian Stan. “What the fuck??” Sebastian tried to formulate his thoughts in order to give you a reasonable explanation, but he was struggling. Dear god the poor man was struggling.

You grabbed the remote and paused the movie and turned around to face him. “You’re an actor?” Sebastian nodded. “Is that why you didn’t want to be with me?”

“Yes.” You must’ve looked hurt because Sebastian immediately said that it wasn’t like that. “No, I mean I want to be with you. Dear god I really want to but this is my life and I don’t want to drag you into this and I don’t even know if you would want to be dragged into this.”

This must be the most ridiculous thing that’s ever happened. You wanted to laugh at the fact that the both of you were fucking idiots for not just confronting each other and telling the truth. If you had, this wouldn’t have happened. “Sebby, how would you know if you didn’t tell me in the first place?”

Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, “Because I was afraid that I would lose you.” You grabbed his hand and held it tightly, “Its going to take a lot more to make me leave you Sebby. It’s going to take a hell lot more to make me stop loving you.” That was the second time that you told him that you loved him, yet he still couldn’t say it back to you. He was still scared, and you looked at him as if you understood his dilemma. “I’m not asking you to say it back Sebby. I can wait, if you want me to.”

“Thank you.” was the only thing he said before he hugged you but that made you feel like you were floating in the skies. That was enough for you, but now you’re going to have to tell him about your life. And you know just the perfect way to do it.

“What’s this?” Sebastian asked when you handed him an envelope. “Open it, dumdum.” You wondered how is it that once you got together you started calling him weird nicknames. It’s only been 2 months and you’ve already called him almost thirty different nicknames ranging from love to dumbass.

He rolled his eyes at you but followed your instructions. “Tickets, these are tickets for a concert? Tonight.”

“Yes! Are you free tonight though? Cause I would really want you to go there don’t worry, you’ll be in a VIP section and it’s going to be fun I promise. You’ve been stressed lately and I figured that you would benefit from that.”

“You’re not going?” He asked when you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “I’m going to be there just not in the VIP box. Can’t have people see us right? But i’ll see you after the show, we can grab some pizza on the way home.” You explained to him. He pouted which made you laugh, “Aww, don’t be like that. You look like a puppy I swear.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Everyone loves puppies. Anyone who says otherwise is a spawn of satan. I’ll see you later okay? I have to go to work.” You were about to leave but he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “I don’t want you to go.”

You giggled as he buried his face on your neck “It tickles!!!” that didn’t stop him, just made him do it more. “I’ll see you later okay? I have a surprise for you. I hope you’ll still like me after the said surprise.”

“Hmm.” He said loosening his grip on your waist. “If you’re scared that I won’t like you after the surprise, why are you still planning on showing me or giving me the said surprise?”

“Because,” you said as you stood up only to lean down to kiss him in the cheeks, “No more secrets between us, besides i’ve planned this ever since that night in the pool so here’s to hoping you’d still like me.”

“Don’t worry doll, I’m sure whatever it is I’d still love you.”

Your eyes widened at his words but you didn’t let it show, you didn’t want him to take back what he said.

“I really hope so.” You muttered as soon as you got out of the apartment and went to the concert venue.

Sebastian arrived at the concert on time.

He was in the VIP box which was in near the mosh pit but it was corded off. He was about to text you when someone jumped on his back “Hey there Seb.”

“Chris what the fuck.” He greeted the man, “Did Y/N invite you as well?” Chris nodded and asked where you were.

“I don’t know. She told me that she’s already here but kinda far from us. She’s trying to get closer but no luck.”

“How are you two? Also, I think I deserve a thank you for you know, getting you two together.” Sebastian rolled his eyes but he was right. If Chris didn’t do what he did, the both of you would still be pining at each other not taking the risk. But Sebastian didn’t want to give Chris the satisfaction and the bragging rights so he just shut up. Which made Chris shove him in the shoulder and made him lose his balance. “Stop doing that! If I die because of you I’m going to haunt your ass.”

Chris was about to make a joke about how he’s got a nice ass and Sebastian’s ghost is going to have a good time haunting it but then the crowd started cheering and the artist started playing a song.

Surprisingly, Sebastian and Chris had a good time. Ed Sheeran was a great singer and to hear him perform live was a surreal experience. They both made a mental note to download his songs in their Spotify account. “Hey guys so, as you may know I always bring out a special guest in every performance.” The crowd started cheering “I’d like to introduce to you a very special friend of mine Y/N.”

Huh funny, she’s got the same name as you Sebastian thought. But when the special guest came out from the side holding a guitar that he was sure he saw lying in his sofa last night, he realized that, that was you.

“Hey guys! My name is Y/N. It’s an honor to be here tonight to be able to perform in front of you.” The crown cheered so loud that Sebastian drowned out Chris’ voice saying “WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK”

Sebastian replayed the conversation that the two of you had earlier that day and that was when it all clicked for him, the way you accepted him so easily despite the fact that he’s an actor. Why you were so scared to be in a relationship. Everything’s coming back to him now. “No more secrets.” He muttered then he smiled.

When you and Ed finished singing the song he took a step back and gave you the spotlight, and you looked amazing. You were amazing.

“So, i’m going to play you guys another song.” you said as you strum your guitar “This is a song I wrote many moons ago and this will be the first time that I’m going to perform it in front of you guys because you’re all special.” Everyone cheered. He noticed Chris whip out his phone and record you, so Sebastian didn’t bother. He can just ask for the footage later. “This song is called Eyes, I hope you guys like it.”

Y/N began strumming her guitar and began to sing.

“Hello there, can i tell you my name

I was wondering in case I see those eyes again

We clink our glasses as we laughed

We told jokes all throughout the night

Hello there can I tell you my name

and you can tell yours I promise

I’ll hold it so dear, like a prayer between my lips”

Sebastian was just staring at you completely mesmerized, this was the surprise you were talking about. Not the fact that you were a famous singer, but the song. You wrote him a love song. Something only he can understand. He wanted to hate himself for not telling you that he loved you sooner. If he did, you would have been together for much longer, neither one of you would cry for a love that you thought you would never have. But maybe that’s just all part of the cosmic plan, maybe you get hurt so you’ll learn how to cherish what you have. When you reached the last verse of the song Sebastian caught your eye. You smiled as if to say ‘I found you.’, and he couldn’t help but smile back at you.

there goes your blue eyes, making me fall for you

and i hope when I tell you ,you’d smile and tell me you love me too

The crowd cheered as you finished the song, “Thank you so much! I love you guys! And thank you to my dear friend Ed Sheeran for letting me play a song for all of you. I love you guys, you’re all amazing.” Ed appeared on stage to hug her and thank her one last time before she went back stage, then continued to perform five songs until the night was over.

“So, do you still like me?” you asked when the two of you arrived in your home.

You said it like a joke but the truth was, your knees are too weak to support you from standing up. You were too damn scared because he hasn’t said a word and he didn’t reply to any of your messages.

“Was that your surprise?”

“Uhh… yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was waiting for the right time.”

He fell silent again, dear lord this man is going to be the death of you. A moment later he decided to ask, “Did you write that song for me?”

You nodded but remained focused on the rip of your jeans rolling some of the loose threads on your fingertips. “It was amazing. I am honored.”

Every doubt that you had in your heart vanished, for the first time in the past hour you were finally able to breath properly. You looked at him and you weren’t a bit surprised to find him staring at you with that goofy smile of his that brings out the crinkles in his eyes. His eyes had always spoke volumes and you somehow knew exactly what he was trying to say. He didn’t need to say words to tell you how much he loved you. His actions said it for him. The way he would always wait until you come home so that the two of you could sleep next to each other. All the times that you woke up in the middle of the night and you feel him pull you closer to him. It was in the little things. And sometimes that was the most important.

That night Sebastian decided to tell you that he loves you for the very first time.

It wasn’t as a grand gesture as he had hoped it would be but he had done it. Both of you were in the bathroom looked at you through the mirror and he just muttered “I’m in love with you.” And you just stared back at him and you tried to cover your face. You tried to hide your smile from him but failed when he grabbed your hands and turned you around to face him. “I’m in love with you, Y/N. Will you be mine?”

Sebastian saw you bit your lip to stop your self from smiling, “I’ve been yours the moment you took me to that swimming pool, Sebby.”

That night lying on your bed the both of you held hands and laughed as you looked back at the things the two of you had went through, the lies, the pining, the heartbreak. All of those are nothing but memories now that you’ll be sure to tell your children and your children’s children. Sebastian has never been sure of anything but he was sure as hell that you would be the one standing next to him at the altar. You were the one he wanted to exchange rings with. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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To those STILL saying Ford doesn’t care about his family---

I’ve noticed that some people say that Ford doesn’t care about his family. I don’t know where people get that from but----

UHHHH excuse me---

When Ford and Stan were fighting and after Ford accidentally burned Stan against the machine, he immediately apologized to Stan, with a concerned look on his face and asked him if he was alright.

Remember, Ford never wanted to fight with Stan in the first place, he just wanted his journal and he wasn’t aiming to hurt Stan. It was just rotten luck that Ford pushed Stan into the hot part of the machinery here.

Then when Stan finally brought Ford back and after they told their stories and after the issue with the US GOV was taken care of

The first thing Ford did after that was say a joke with Stan to try and ease the tension between the two of them if only for a little bit.

Stan: Look at us, when did we become old men?

Ford: You look like dad!

Stan: UEGH! Don’t say that!

Ford and Stan: both smile and laugh together

You can see it in Ford’s expression that he cares about Stan. it isn’t until Stan brings up the fact Ford still hasn’t thanked him. Which is a VERY touchy subject between the two of them right now.

After everything that happened it was NOT a good time for Stan to be asking for a thank you. Yes Stan earned that ‘thank you’ by working 30 yrs of his life to bring Ford back.

However you can’t force someone to be thankful, otherwise their thank you won’t be sincere. Also Stan did take Ford’s life by taking over his identity and also his house.

Yes Stan did this to bring Ford back, but you’d probably be pissed if someone took your identity. It’s identity theft, even if the theft was for a good reason.

The timing wasn’t the right timing. Also as far as we know, Stan never did apologize for breaking Ford’s machine. Even if it was an accident. They were both in the wrong. Stan for not apologizing to Ford, and Ford not thanking Stan.

But forgiveness doesn’t always come easy. If someone ruined my chances at a big opportunity even if it was an accident I know I’d find it hard to forgive them.

And even thank them if they did rescue me from another dimension, also not to mention Stan was the reason Ford got stuck there in the first place.

I’d not be too keen on forgiving someone that cost me my dream school or rob me 30 yrs of my life by sending me to another dimension even if it was an accident.

So I can totally understand Ford not thanking Stan in the moment, especially since Ford just got back.

Anyways after that Stan basically tells Ford to stay away from Dipper and Mabel and that they were his only family left.

As you can see Ford appears to somewhat tense up at this statement.

Ford obviously still cares. He’s just taken aback and doesn’t know what to say and is still upset. It would be hard for anyone to say anything under those circumstance - much less reconcile with someone. Especially after they storm off and away from you.

So it’s obvious Ford still cares DEEPLY for Stan. It’s just been so long that they have a hard time reconciling with each other because of all the bitterness they’ve harbored against each other.

Ford also cares deeply for Dipper and Mabel.

Ford dropped all his research just to spend some time with Dipper to have fun with him.

Then when they need to protect the shack from Bill, Ford trusts Mabel enough to give her a crossbow and for her to go get the Unicorn hair.

Then after Mabel comes back with the Unicorn hair, Ford praises her for protecting her family and calls her a good person. And this is heartwarming because through the entire episode the Unicorn was telling Mabel she wasn’t pure of heart and that she was a bad person.

Look at the way Mabel smiles, her eyes glisten and she has tears in them. Ford just brightened the horizon on one of her worst days ever.

Then when Ford and Dipper go into the alien site to find the adhesive to fix the rift, Ford puts his life on the line for Dipper. Ford didn’t even think about himself in that moment, he jumped in to protect Dipper even if it could have cost him his life.

Then after Ford is taken into the space bubble, he tells Dipper to save the world and that he’ll have to do it without him. Ford wanted Dipper to get to safety and not worry about him.

Ford wanted Dipper to escape, to save the world, so Dipper -and the rest of his family- and the entire world could continue to exist without fear of “The End Of The World” over their heads. Ford didn’t want Dipper to risk himself for him. Ford would sooner be imprisoned than let his nephew get harmed.

Then in Weirdmaggedon, when Dipper rushes off to find Mabel, instead of Ford letting Dipper run off he stops him. Because he doesn’t want Dipper charging out into Weirdmageddon recklessly because he could get hurt.

Then after failing to get rid of Bill, Ford without any regard for his own safety- instructs Dipper to run and get down so he can be safe from Bill.

Ford doesn’t CARE what Bill does to him he only cares about what Bill could possibly do to Dipper. And we all know later that Bill doesn’t have ANY issue in killing children.

When Mabel and Dipper use the Shack as a weapon, Ford cheers them on even though they aren’t there.

And then Bill even says: “Wow those kids really care about you...and you really care about THEM DON’T YOU?!!”

We literally see the absolute fear in his eyes when Bill speaks about torturing Dipper and Mabel. Ford is terrified of this and looks as though he’s about to beg Bill not to hurt Dipper and Mabel.

You can hear it in his voice that he doesn’t want Dipper or Mabel hurt and that he CARES immensely for them and wants to keep them safe.

Then after Dipper and Mabel free everyone, including Ford, Ford is so relieved to see them safe. He scoops them up in his arms and proudly proclaims that they did it. And then he laughs happily and in relief.

Then Ford apologizes for his hand in causing the end of the world. And he begs Stan to help him fix it. Just look at the way he looks at Stan! Ford is obviously flooded with guilt and remorse for everything that’s happened and I’m not just talking about the end of the world either.

He also appears that he’s apologetic towards Stan as well and when Stan tells him to thank him - Ford finally thanks Stan. He looks annoyed by Stan’s attitude but since it is a dire situation it is understandable- but he finally thanks him.

Also this is just a smaller piece, but look at how proud Ford looks when Mabel literally spraypaints a interdemensional demon in his eye! Look at his huge goofy nerdy grin!

Then when Dipper tells Ford and Stan to run and save themselves, you can see that Ford is like: OH HELL NAH! THAT’S A SUICIDE MISSION! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! - Ford is as equally terrified for Dipper and Mabel as Stan is in this scene. They know Bill won’t hesitate to hurt the kids.

Then after Dipper and Mabel run away Ford yells out to them: NO IT’S TOO DANGEROUS! Both Stan and Ford are ready to rush after them but get stopped by Bill.

Then when Stan says:

“I can’t believe this! The kids are gonna die and it’s all my fault. All because I couldn’t shake your stupid hand!”

Look at the way Ford looks over to him. Ford looks so distraught and guilty. Look at the hurt in Ford’s eyes. You can’t tell me Ford doesn’t care about Stan at all. He shares in Stan’s pain and guilt here.

And then when Stan blames himself, Ford tells him not to. Ford is taking responsibility for his part in Weirdmaggedon and reassuring his distraught brother that it isn’t his fault.

Then Ford is willing to risk the entire world on the chance that Bill will free the kids. He’s willing to give up the secret to the barrier if it means no harm comes to Dipper and Mabel.

After Stan suggests that Bill goes into his mind, Ford refuses. And flat out tells Stan that he has to do it. Ford knows that there’s nothing Bill wants in Stan’s head and that this deal might be the only way for Ford to save the kids and Stan as well.

He wants to save not only Dipper and Mabel, but Stan as well. However they come up with a plan and switch clothes to trick Bill.

Now look at Ford, look at how unsteady his hold on the gun is. He obviously doesn’t want to erase Stan’s mind. The very thought of erasing Stan’s mind is causing him pain.

This scene right here shows how much Ford cares for Stan despite everything and it shows how much Ford doesn’t want to lose Stan. Even if it’s the only way to save the world.

Then after Stan’s mind is erased, Ford is overcome with grief fearing that his brother is gone for good. He calls Stan their hero and he hugs him.

Look at how broken he is! He’s convinced that Stan’s memories are gone and that he’s lost Stan forever. This is the first time we’ve seen Ford cry in the series. And what brought him to tears was the fact he feared his brother was gone.

Nothing ELSE has brought Ford to tears except this. You cannot sit here and tell me Ford doesn’t care! LOOK AT HIM! HE’S FUCKING DEVASTATED!

Then when Stan starts to remember, look at that big smile Ford has! And then Ford laughs along with everyone else while Mabel helps Stan to remember! Ford is so happy that not all hope is lost for Stan; and that Stan is going to be able to remember who he is.

Then after Stan remembers and the kids have their party, Ford finally revives their childhood hopes of going on an adventure of a lifetime. Showing that Ford wants to make full amends with Stan. So they can both make up their mistakes towards each other.

And then when Mabel and Dipper are getting ready to leave, and when the Bus driver says animals aren’t allowed - we can see Ford show the driver his gun. Ford was about to throw the fuck down with this man if he didn’t allow Waddles on the bus.

Then at the very end as Dipper and Mabel finally leave on the bus, we see Ford put his hand on Stan’s shoulder. Ford is silently reassuring Stan that he’s still got one family member by his side; and that he’ll always be by his side no matter what.

IN CONCLUSION DON’T YOU EVER DARE AND SAY FORD DOESN’T CARE ABOUT HIS FAMILY! OR I WILL LOOK FOR YOU, I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL BEAT YOU WITH A FISH!

#Gravity Falls #Stanford Pines #Gravity Falls fandom #Stanley Pines #Mabel Pines #Dipper Pines #Don't you dare tell me Ford doesn't care about his family #I will beat you #with a fish #if I must!

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