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[a-wheezing-flower-show]

tuck everlasting - musical edit - vs - goodluckally

“shut up jesse” -the tucks first edit in video star! simple but i like it fandom: tuck everlasting (musical’ song: hurricane (idk who) editor: Video Star

i made a tuck everlasting edit uwu

[dearjaredkleinam]

To The Tucks

For @long-road-to-santafe

Alternate ending to Tuck Everlasting where Winnie goes back to the Tucks after 6 years

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Jesse tuck had waited six years for this day. He woke as he normally did, from the sun streaming in from the small window across his bedroom in the tiny inn he had rented for a few nights. He never stayed anywhere long, so the inns made easy switches between places possible. The moment his eyes opened there was a turning in his chest. Today is the day.

Mere hours later he stood on a train station platform with the words “TREE GAP NEW HAMPSHIRE” etched in a swirling script above the doorframe. He looked around at the all too familiar platform, recognizing some faces, some new. He pulled his jacket collar up to his ears, blocking anyone’s ability to have a good clear look at his face.

Stepping out into the July air gave Jesse a sense of freedom. Closing his eyes he let the sun splash over his cheeks, illuminating the gentle scattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose. A deep breath of the air cleansing his lungs, and centring him I’m the midst of his chaotic surroundings. The waiting is over.

The sound of the woods around him were all too familiar. A sense of home washed over him as he ran his fingers over tree trunks, and through bushes, drinking in the moment. He took his time getting to where he needed to go. The spring would always be there, and now... so will Winnie.

The moment he reaches the spring his stomach is doing flips. Today Winnie will join him forever. Today Jesse Tuck will no longer live alone forever in the world. His partner in crime will always be there to help him along.

He sits at the trunk of the all too familiar ash tree tracing the faint outline of the T he had carved years ago. Memories of the day he drank himself to immortality flooding his mind. He can almost see the scene playing out in front of him. He and Miles sprinting for the spring, saying something about “dying of thirst”. He chuckled to himself shaking his head.

He doesn’t know how long he waits by that tree. The sun is beginning to work past it’s peak in the sky as Jesse switches from his sitting position, to pacing back and forth. Since shedding his thick outer jacket he continues to sweat nervously. Is Winnie coming? Did she get rid of the water he had given her 6 years ago? He begins to panic. He is as alone as he’s been for all these years, now with a sense of emptiness inside him.

What was he thinking? No one in their right mind would be willing to drink the water. Winnie wanted a real life.

He began to pull on his coat, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. Shrugging on his bag, turning on his heel to leave this town and never return when something falls from his pocket. A small black box.

He gingerly plucks it off the ground, opening the lid. In sits, enveloped in velvet, a small silver band with a shining diamond in the centre. The first of many amazing things he wanted to give to Winnie. A ring.

Anger. Fury. Sadness. It all hits him at once. How could he have been so stupid? So naive? So selfish?

Jesse is so lost in his own thoughts that he almost missed the gentle sound of a music box behind him.

He turns to see the sparkling mane of red hair, draping down her shoulders. The gentle curls framing her face, perfectly suited with her green dress. Not the dark green he’d last seen her in so long ago, but a soft almost blue-green. It was beautiful. She’d grown into her body, that had now become much more mature. The draping of her dress held onto the curves of her hips delicately. He wasn’t sure if this was real.

“Jesse, you don’t look a day over 108.”

He chuckles, meeting her green eyes with his brown. He ran a hand through his hair attempting to comb through the knots that had set in during the day, while simultaneously feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. He’d known that Winnie would grow into a beautiful young woman, but he never could have predicted the beauty of the girl in front of him.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” he whispers.

“I almost didn’t. I sat all day just listening to Mae’s music box, going back and forth in my mind.” She takes a step towards him closing the lid of the box, running her fingers over the top gently.

He mimics her step, carefully, as if she were an animal in the forest he were watching. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears.

“It always came back to you, Jesse.”

His breathing quickens as he fights the wide grin that wants to set on his lips. He takes another step.

“I waited all this time for you. His whisper is barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

She gives a small giggle, her eyes casting down to her simple nude shoes.

“Let’s stop waiting then.”

Jesse can’t avoid the smile that spreads across his face. He thinks he may look absolutely crazy, but with Winnie he doesn’t mind.

They make their way to the spring, stooping to scoop the water into the empty vile from Winnie’s music box.

“After Hugo brought me home I may have dumped the water on my toad,” she blushes, obviously embarrassed.

“It’s okay, you were,” Jesse pauses laughing at the thought of an immortal toad, “only eleven.”

They stand together, hand in hand, Winnie looking at the vile of water, Jesse at Winnie.

“Winnie, there’s something I want to give you first.”

He reaches into his pocket and reveals the ring to her.

“Six years ago we said that we would get married. I wasn’t kidding. I want to be able to spend the rest of my life really with you, more than just partners in crime. Winnie Foster, will you marry me?”

After a brief pause of shock a smile appears across her lips, a single tear running down her cheek. She nods quickly reaching out for Jesses hand. If someone had told Jesse 50 years ago that this would happen, he would have never believed them.

He slips the ring on her finger, lacing their hands together, while running his thumb over her knuckles. Gently, he kissed the back of her hand, almost as if her could break her at any moment. Vile if water still in her hand, she gently pulls Jesse toward her, placing her left hand on his shoulder, their chests impossibly close. He was sure she could feel every beat his heart made, every flutter of butterflies in his chest, every breath he took.

Impulsively, his hand reaches up to cup her cheek, running his fingers over her jaw. He sees her leaning in towards him, eyes closed.

When their lips collide, the world around them slips away. In that moment it’s just them in the beginning of their steps to a whole world of adventures. She tugs him even closer by the collar of his jacket, bringing him back to earth. Whatever just happened was magical, nothing Jesse had ever experienced before in his life.

They pull away from each other, Winnie’s eyes still closed, a small serene smile on her face. The science that follows is anything but comfortable as Winnie connects their hands again, giving a slight squeeze. “I love you, Jesse Tuck.”

“I love you too,” he beams.

His eyes fall back to the vile, “are you ready?”

She nods, taking a shaky breath. Holding the water to the light shining through the leaves in the trees she can see how clear it is, unnaturally clear. Her stomach is doing flips, and her heart is racing.

“Hey,” Jesse whispers, “I’m right here, okay? I always will be, and I’ll never let anything bad happen to you. Not in a million years.”

She squeezes his hand once more and turns back to the vile.

With one last breath before drinking she quietly announces, “to the Tucks.”

She drinks.

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My first fic and it took me over a week to do so I hope it does justice 💕

Also the Tuck fandom needs more fanfic

Feel free to send in any more requests

[top-of-the-tuck]

Ooc

I’m bored so let’s do an AJA! Ask Jesse Anything.

(Except about his immortality you miscreants!)

[tuck-everlasting-shitposts]

Wanna help with the Tuckies but too late for the co-host apps?

DM me to apply to be a presentor and present the awards!

[oneblueberryatatime]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but so don't think that's Neil Haskell...

[shutupjessetuck]

I have a question for all the Tuckies out here! If you could only show someone one song from Tuck to get them hooked on the show, which song would it be and why?

[pioneergirlsie]

The first day of August is the Tuck Everlasting Fandom Day Pass it on to the rest of the Tuckies

[pioneergirlsie]

SOMEONE SAID THAT SARAH CHARLES LEWIS’S VOICE IS ANNOYING I WOULD JUST LIKE THEM TO KNOW THAT THE TUCKIES WILL NOT TOLERATE THAT KIND OF TALK. ESPECIALLY ME. SHE IS A CINNAMON ROLL