A/n : okay this is a little silly - I can’t access the rest of my Stardew fic until I’m home so have a lovely crapship fic
Fandom: Gravity Falls
-> Billford | Stanley and Stanford
-> Silly | kidnapping | human form Bill | brother angst | arguing | proof read / unfinished
Stanford’s portal has worked! For the first time his scientific research was truly paying off. Now no one could call him insane for locking himself away in a hand built shack in the middle of nowhere without contacting his family for months … and then years.. because he thought they were government spies. “Finally.” He stepped back from his journals, it was complete, and in person. Live and ready. All it needed was a click of the-
“Stanford?” Stanley’s voice called out from upstairs. Ah, yes, Stanford had forgotten. He had been found and by his idiot brother too. “You need to get a better secret basement.. I just wanted a soda!” Stanley’s laugh echoed through the stairwell as he descended into the dimly lit lair. “I wanted to tell you- woah.” It was the first time Stanley ever saw what Stanford was truly working on. He had never put much thought into what his brother was up to, mostly because to him it was all nerd stuff. But now, seeing what was going on just under his feet, he was shell shocked. “So.. haha.. this your little nerd project?” Stanley laughed, nervous that perhaps this time he had stumbled into something that he couldn’t get himself out of. Stanford stood, just as shocked as his brother. His hands curled into fists and his glare - that which was supposed to be scary - torn through Stanley.
“Stanley. You need to leave.” Stanford pushed at his brother, pushing him up the stairs, “You cannot fuck this up for me. Not again.” Stanley stopped pressing his back firmly against his brother’s hands. He was stiff as a board, blood boiling
“You’re worried I’m going to fuck up your stupid nerd shit?!” Stanley turned, hands in balls as he spat his words, “You abandoned our family! You abandoned me!” He prodded a finger into Stanford’s shoulder tripping him up as he staggered slightly “You want me to fuck something up? FINE!” Stanley reached for the third journal and started tearing out pages. Stanford pushed Stanley who had been ready for this fight since they were teenagers.
They tumbled and tossed, punch after kick after hair tear until they ended up at the bass of the button outside of box that had held their safety.
“Stanley!” Stanford was kneeling, Stanley at the button ready to push it and restless to prove Stanford right. Because maybe, just this once, he deserved it. “Do not push that button. You don’t know what it is capable of.”
“Ha! Please. Its a button. What? Am I gonna open a portal to another dimension?” He mocked Stanford, mocked his studies but this was a whole new level. Stanford’s eyes flicked back and forth from the portal to his brother.
“Stanley. Please. It isn’t safe for you to be messing around like this!” There was a genuine fear in Stanford’s voice. One that Stanley had never heard before. His brother, though annoying, had always been sure in his work. Now? It seemed like his work was more sure of him. More sure that it had chosen him.
“You..” Stanley paused, looking around, there were tools and grease scattering the floor. “You think I’m going to fall for..” he stopped again, if he was wrong and Stan had been right, what would the repercussions be? Maybe it was too late to think like that. Too late to think he should listen to his own family. “Fall for the sad puppy act?!” Stanley smacked the button and waited. But there was no mechanical whirl, no sign that anything had happened at all.. actually it was almost like the button had no purpose at all! “See?! I told you. I.. did I?” There was a flash of light and suddenly Stanford was pushing Stanley toward the safety of the box as everything was lifted into the air.
“I’ll never forgive you for this Stanley!” Stanford called to him but there was no response, Infact there was nothing. He was in a white void, so bright that his glasses felt useless on his face. “Hello?!” Stanford walked, glided?, about the space. He called, screamed, and then sat in the piercing silence. Though merely seconds passed he felt he had been there for hours, the only sound surrounding him the sound of his blood rushing through his veins and his heart beat. The noise was insufferable, it seemed to vibrate and becoming louder the more he sat in the silence.
“Oh ho-ho!” A voice called from somewhere in the distance. Stanford just ignored it thinking it more his fragile human brain melting out of his skull. All of his hard work, all of his research, gone. Just like that. “Hellooo?” The voice sounded almost mechanical. But definitely human? “I’m talking to you!” Stanford opened his eyes, the light was shielded by the figure of another person, tall and dressed to impress. “Hi! Ready to leave this dimension? It’s too bright.” Stanford’s eyes took in all of the mystery that stood before him. The cane, the yellow and black cocktail suit, until he made it to the face. A big smile was painted on ???? Face, a top hat rested on the nearly perfect hair that sat neatly on ????’s head. ????’s hand was outstretched for Stanford to take.
“I’m.. I’m fine here.” Stanford stepped back, the little distance between them making ????’s face distort into a frown. “Thank you? Though.”
“Come on now! Be a team player Sta- man!” ???? Stepped closer taking Stanford’s six digit hand and leading him. “It’s not all bad out here!” The smile returned to ????’s face as he led the way. “Okay! This may be slightly uncomfortable but you’ll get used to it.”
“Get used to wh-“ Stanford was, without warning, pushed into yet another portal. His body contorted or felt like it was being contorted. As if every single molecule of his being was being simultaneously pushed together and pulled apart. He could see himself, other hims - some stuck and left to die in that void others doing things he could never imagine, getting married, having children. Yet he was stuck in the one dimension, one universe, where he had discovered the truth. Rapidly he was thrust into a bar. “Oh- oh g-“ Stanford promptly vomited onto the floor as all of the pushing and pulling had finally come together to put him back in his original form forcing him to keel over. The mix of physical and emotional feelings left him grunting in pain. “I never want to do that again.” ???? Laughed and stood next to Stan.
“You’ll have to if you want to leave!” The words sounded more like a threat than a playful statement, ???’s face seemed more sinister now than it had when surrounded by the pure light. Like there was an evil about him that couldn’t be placed.
“Bill! Been a while! You off probation?” The man- monster?! Behind the bar called out. Its face seemed to be made of a black void the only thing that could be made out was a mouth, pearly teeth almost shimmering against the ever deepening darkness. “Who’d you drag along this time?”
A/n: this is part two of Smoke Breaks! If you haven’t read part one this will not make sense
Preview: Sebastian finds out Sam is leaving town and Sam grapples with wanting to tell him how he feels and not wanting to break a promise and a friendship
Sebastian entered his bedroom slamming the door and throwing his coat, boots, and gloves at the wall. Despite everything they’d been through, despite every fight, every loving moment, every smoke break that was unneeded, Sam was his rock. Now, his rock was leaving for some other town or city or state. This part had never occurred to Sebastian, that there would be an after Sam. An after seeing the best part of his day, and not having a “best part” of his day anymore. He fell into bed, quiet sobs leaving his heaving body as he held himself as close to his pillow as he could. How could Sam just leave without thinking to say goodbye?
Sam stood at Sebastian’s front door, legs soaked and freezing with his boots in hand. “Sebastian?” he called through the door, knocking might wake up his family, but shouting might never make it to his room. Sam furrowed his eyebrows and weighed his options. It was 11:30 pm on a winter’s night, maybe not the best time to knock on a door you haven’t entered for six weeks. He pulled out his phone texting Sebastian over and over; “Please talk to me.” “I’ll explain” “Please don’t lock me out” “Come on I’m freezing!”
The incessant pinging of his phone pulled Sebastian from his bed and to his semi-thawed coat
Which was now creating a small puddle on his floor. He swiped open his phone, eyes still blurry from the tears that now stained his pillow and cheeks. The salt burned against the reminisce of the stinging cold from outside that was still bruising his face. Sam’s name was all he could read from the light of his phone as he dropped it back onto the coat and went back to his bed. His ringer was now off. Sebastian curled up in bed throwing his thick winter comforter over his body and head, wrapping it tight enough to block out all the noise of the outside world. Except, of course, the light knocking and vague words that seemed to be coming from upstairs. The more he tried to block them out, the louder they got until he thought, just maybe, the voices were upstairs. In the kitchen. Talking about him?
Sam’s knocking ceased as Demetrius rubbed his eyes, his pink fluffy robe with Beautiful Wife written on it lit only by the light hanging above Sam outside the door. “Samuel?” Demetrius blinked, taking in the dim lighting that seemed harsh to his sleepy eyes, “What are you doing here? Especially barefoot!” Demetrius pulled Sam inside by the arm and led him to the kitchen where he started to pour a cup of tea for Sam, “What are you doing here so late?” Demetrius seemed dazed and worried as he handed earl gray to Sam in Sebastian’s favorite mug.
“Seb and I…” Silence lingered in the warm kitchen, a weight hung on Sam that felt heavier than the world, “We got into a fight…” his voice trailed as his eyes wandered the linoleum tiles for any hint of Sebastian or escape. He cleared his throat taking a sip of tea, “And he ran off to his room.” Sam couldn’t avoid Demetrius’ gaze any longer as his eyes found Demetrius’ he was filled with regret and guilt. Sam took another sip of tea as he watched Demetrius sigh and move his hands to pinch and rub his temples. Suddenly, he rushed to Sebastian’s door, knocking gently at first then harder until Sebastian was forced to emerge from his hiding and face his dad. His face was puffy and red as he grumpily opened his door.
“What.” Sebastian’s voice was hardened, gruff. Demetrius quirked an eyebrow at his son and took his hand, leading him upstairs to the kitchen. “Let go of me!” Sebastian twisted against the grasp on his wrist and whined. Once he was a few steps from the kitchen, though, he stopped. His eyes locked onto the back of Sam’s head as it tilted back to take a sip of tea, out of his mug. “Sam?” Sebastian took a step forward and Demetrius let go of him, heading back to bed.
“Seb..astian. Sebastian-” Sam stood, chair stretching slightly as it scraped the tiles. He looked at the floor, the small scratches left behind from the chair would be asked about in the morning. He wondered if Sebastian would recall his love… or his loss of a friend. “I’m sorry.” Sam took a step toward Sebastian to close the distance, Sebastian took a step back to keep them apart. “Please,” Sam reached out a hand, “I can explain myself. If you’ll let me…?” Sebastian maintained his distance and crossed his arms.
“No. You already decided to walk out of my life, to not say goodbye, just leave.” Sebastian turned himself away from Sam, arms still crossed as he tried to hold back the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. He hadn’t cried like this since he was six. Since his dad left. “Why would I give you a chance to explain if I can’t say anything that will change your mind.” Though it was more statement than question, part of Sebastian still held out for those words.
“Because, it wasn’t my choice.” Sam took another quiet step forward reaching out, “Because I still want you to come with me.” Sam took a gentle hold on Sebastian’s arm, brushing his fingers in his hair and down to his shoulder then wrapping himself around Sebastian in a tight hug. He could feel Sam’s heart beating against his back, though he wanted to push away, wanted to still be angry, he couldn’t be. Sam’s embrace made him crack and splinter.
“Go with you?” The words were meant to be laced with anger, laced with something that resembled hurting him in the way Sam made him hurt. But they came out like a child asking for an ice cream, laced instead with innocence and yearning. As if all that Sebastian needed was to hear Sam say “Come with me.” and they were gone. Sebastian’s mind raced with the possibility of traveling with Sam, seeing the world, living together. “I want that” Sebastian breathed, turning to Sam. Sam’s eyes lit up with the colors of the moonlight jellies as he pulled Sebastian in and cupped his face. Sam leaned down and planted a kiss on Sebastian’s lips stealing the breath from both of them in the subtle glow of moonlight a porch light.
a/n - This fic is turning out way longer than I thought it would be! So if i break tumblr word count this will be prt 1 (816 words)
Preview: Sebastian finds out Sam is leaving town and Sam grapples with wanting to tell him how he feels and not wanting to break a promise and a friendship
Gravel crunched under his boots, still stuck in the cracks and crevasses from walking through town, despite the cold stinging his cheeks and the snow starting to coat the ground, it actually felt kinda nice. Reaching the rundown community center his eyes flicked to a window, “What the fuck?” For just a second the dim moonlight may have tricked him into thinking that there was something staring at him from the window. He rolled his eyes and continued the winding path up to Sebastian’s house, it wasn’t unusual to get the Wanna come smoke? Text so late, but they hadn’t exactly been talking since Sam found out Abigail had a crush on Sebastian. But despite every bone in his body warning him not to, and Abby’s warning that pursuing Sebastian would result in .. less than wanted consequences, he was still staring at the door of Sebastian’s house at 11pm.Â
“Hey, I’m over here.” Sebastian’s whisper shout came from three feet away at the lake. His legs dangled in the water, smoke puffing from his open mouth. “You think I’m smoking in the basement? I’d rather freeze to death.” He turned his head back to the lake, legs swishing in the still water making small pools flush out into the darkened waters. Sam sighed, rolling his eyes as he closed the distance between him and Sebastian, snow crunching under his weight with each step. Once he was standing next to him, Sebastian seemed smaller. Less intense than during the day – well the little daytime that he saw – Sam took off his winter boots setting his socks inside them and joined Sebastian in the chilling winter waters. “We haven’t talked in a while..” Sebastian let out his puff and handed the rolled paper to Sam who shrugged and took it gently. He avoided Sebastian’s keen eyes trying not to poke the emotions laying in his now tight chest as he took a drag and handed the paper back to Sebastian. He released, smoke blowing over his submerged legs.
“Yeah.. I guess it has been a … while.” Sam chuckled, he knew exactly how long it had been. He’d been counting the days until he didn’t feel like he was betraying Abigail by talking to his best friend. His bandmate. His … “I guess I got busy?” It was a lame excuse for having avoided Sebastian on the last four holidays. Days they would have usually spent smoking or practicing or sitting. Legs in the lake, talking. Sam rubbed at his neck, picking at loose strands of hair that hadn’t been blasted by hair spray. “Man it’s cold out here” he mumbled.
“I’d say you got busy but Vincent was telling Penny all about how you’d been locked in your room.. Or bothering your mom about leaving town..” Sebastian trailed off leaning forward to force Sam to meet his gaze. His brow furrowed as Sam leaned back, turning his head to the sky. “When were you going to tell me you were leaving town?” Sebastian’s face and tone was full of hurt and guilt, the kind that only comes when you lose something you love. Sam’s face contorted, a sad and neutral expression washing and retreating like the tides of the ocean. They sat, silence lingering as their legs swept water away and towards like boats on a dock. Rocking slowly with the comings and goings. Abigail’s words lingered in Sam’s head over and over, If you tell him how you feel. I’m telling your mom about the two of you. His mom wasn’t quite homophobic but the idea that his dad would somehow find out crushed a part of him. As if his loving Sebastian was something to be ashamed of. “Why do I have to find out third hand that my best friend is going to be gone before the next egg festival?” Sebastian couldn’t contain his hurt anymore. The once hardened and nonchalant facade gone, replaced with the expression of a child who doesn’t understand what’s going on.
“I..” Sam looked into the black-blue of the lake, “I was going to send you a letter-” Sebastian inhaled sharply, a tear fell from his eye, trailing down and falling into the lake. “Seb..” Sam raised his hand to wipe the tears off of his best friend’s face, “I just,” but he was lost for words. Everything had lost meaning. All the words he had prepared were gone. “I’m sorry.” was all he could manage, just above a whisper, almost as quiet as the snow falling on their jackets and on Sebastian’s eye lashes.
“A letter isn’t good enough.” Sebastian sniffled, wiping his face with his gloved hand. The paper forgotten and burned out in the snow beside them as Sebastian stood. His legs cascading water across the snow as he trekked back to his front door and left Sam out in the cold, alone with his thoughts.
Preview: Peter can’t bake for shit so you have to remake everything
Walking into the neatly refurbished basement of your shared house you’re hit with what can only be described as the smell of burnt Christmas. You can dimly see smoke in Peter’s kitchen. It isn’t a very impressive kitchen but considering the basement isn’t very large it’s quite quaint. The smoke is filling the room as Peter zips around with a tray of smoke and ash
“Heyyyy sweet cakes!” He stops suddenly in front of you, tray in hand, the smell fills your body and you cover your nose without thinking “I- uhm.. at least I didn’t burn down the kitchen?” He smiles at you, his eyes closing as he winces, the smell hitting him now too. His smile fades twisting into a look of sorrow and disgust as he looks down at the mess of ash that is, thankfully, no longer smoking. It’s clear to you that he wanted to surprise you but didn’t read the instructions correctly. “I think they’re still good!” He tries to pick one up and just like a cartoon as he takes it into his hand .. it falls apart onto the tray. You quirk a brow at him smiling, hand still covering your nose.
“We can always make them together,” You offer, reaching for his hand that’s holding the now unusable tray. His expression softens and he turns, setting the tray down on the island that separates the couch from the kitchen.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to-“ you lean in and kiss him. you can feel the tension leave his body with every second your lips press together, the worry of having upset you now gone. “Okay, let’s go get some new ingredients.”
(Post shopping trip because I cannot be bothered)
Returning to the basement, that still needs to be aired out, you set the few bags of food and ingredients onto the counter top while Peter speed cleans his mess up. Once you’re ready to start you pour the ingredients slowly into their respective bowls mixing them as needed into the bowl before giving them to Peter to mix, reminding him to slow down and enjoy the moment instead of rushing to mix everything together. Carefully he slows himself down and takes his time to make sure no powder is left out of the batter. “You’re doing great, Love” you whisper into his ear before putting the dough in the fridge to rest. As you preheat the oven Peter’s arms wrap around your waist pulling you in for a tight hug. His head on your shoulder, gently breathing in your scent, “I love you,” he whispers it so low you’re almost uncertain you heard him.
“What was that?” In the three years you’ve been together the most you’ve gotten is Love you babe gotta go! Before a mission, and now he’s gone all in to finally admit it fully.
“I said..” his voice trails off, the lingering silence making your heart and head race while trying to keep it together, “I love you.”
Author’s note
Uuhhhahhah I had a friend read this before publishing it and I’m still not certain it’s very good but I hope if you read all of it you enjoyed it even just a little !!! Thank you for reading 🫶🫶
This is my first fic in awhile and it was requested by a friend who isn’t active on tumblr
(Slightly proof read)
“You won’t fall asleep this time, right?” Tyler poked at Josh’s rib as they settled into the couch. Josh rolled his eyes, smiling.
“No, I will not fall asleep with time. And it isn’t my fault that the last one you picked was so boring!” Josh rebutted, resting his head on Tyler’s shoulder as he pulled the blanket onto their laps.
“If you fall asleep to Salem’s Lot then there’s something wrong with you. This movie gave me nightmares as a kid.” The tv clicked on with a small buzzing, shuffling through movies Tyler finally landed on Salem’s Lot pressing play as the familiar starting credits played, “I mean really this freaked me out.”
Josh chuckled, “I imagine lots of movies freak you out then.” He placed a small kiss on Tyler’s cheek, watching the movie play from the reflection in his eyes. Turning his attention back to the tv Josh felt Tyler’s hand rest gently in his slightly curled hair, slowly petting and combing the curls with his fingers. Josh’s eyes started to feel heavy, a sense of calm and safety washing over him. “I’m just gonna close my eyes.. just a second..”
The movie played all the way through to the credits, Tyler and Josh soundly asleep through the whole thing.
