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bugaboowritings · 4 years

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On Mother’s Lap - Adrien Misses his Mom

Adrien talks to his (Maybe-Dead) Mother

I swear I’m okay, just freaking out about the last episodessssss. Enjoy this piece inspired by this angst-thread.

Don’t forget to reblog my and other writers’ and artists’ works. Gonna spread that good stuff as this fandom reaches a crisis.

People will never remember the day they were first held in their parent’s arms, but they will feel and recognize their mother’s embrace or the throbbing of her heartbeat drumming against their ear when she comforts them. Learning to cherish the warmth of her meals or the cool drives to school in the early, winter mornings. Appreciating the home-diagnosis of illnesses as a fresh hand presses against one’s forehead. Or the shouting that beckons one downstairs to help with groceries or memorizing the script their parents repeat when they get a scolding for rolling their eyes.

All the little niches of home-life and the precious recollections are embedded between the pages in fragile photo albums. Moments in reality that the boy with everything will never have again.

His family isn't together.

His mother is gone.

Period.

In the beginning, Adrien Agreste still needs to step back and process how great his loss is. How this will change the rest of his years and the house he confidently called home once.

Settling for the sun-baked stone left out in the garden of roses for a mom. Nuzzling his face in the crook of his arms before setting his head on her solid lap. His sleeves pulled over his fists. Nervously picking at the seams and yarn. Distressing it as much as his heartstrings were.

“Mother,” He said before his voice quivered ever so slightly.

“Do you think I should forgive him?”

In the western shows that plagued late-night television or movie screens, they often aired high school stories or coming-of-age tales. Living the most normal or diverse lives as they did their homework the night before it was due. Sitting around with friends or plugging themselves to their phone until something interesting happened (which was usually around ten minutes into the flim).

Nevertheless, they all have something to go home to. From the neat trailer parks to the dusty suburbs. From the close-knit ghettos or cluttered apartments. There was always something to come back too. A family waiting to come together. A stove with something cooking or a fridge waiting to be plundered.

Adrien watched millions of titles in his childhood, eating them up as if they were goodies after Halloween night. Watching them long enough to identify the actors and their love interests, memorizing the plots of some, certain scenes from another or a single line that could define the movie altogether. Sometimes his flat screen tv played the movies on repeat on certain nights or didn’t stop playing till the sun peaked over the horizon the next morning.

Buying more with his allowance and replaying them since they were the only snippet of 'real' life he had in his possession. Exposing him to different lives and points of view as the characters went out to find themselves. All as Adrien found himself in the same spot every Friday night.

Each movie presented a new experience that Adrien would engulf himself in. He was a spy helping lost aliens, a nerd looking for a date to the dance, a lawyer that finally had the advantage after years of being the underdog, a writer trying to make it big or even a free man exploring the everlasting sunset of the open ocean. He became so involved with their lives and stories that those characters became a part of him, reinforcing certain wishes and hopes in him. Making him realize what he really wanted.

Not another bike or pinball machine or world-wide trip or a silver watch to wear to those elaborate dinner parties he constantly felt anxious and sweaty in or another fountain pen that had his name engraved. No, not that. What he really wanted were simple and cheap joys of life.

However, if they were really that simple in the end, he wouldn’t have to go to bed starving for them.

Sniffing up his tears when he grew more frustrated with each reject or light ‘maybe’. Burying his face in his pillow before he could calm down. Each year was more difficult than the last since asking for permission felt like presenting a case to an inflexible court. Determining to say guilty without hearing his suit.

In the beginning, refusal was reasoned out with duties and values.

“Adrian, I- Your father is a busy man. He can’t always be with us for dinner.”

“Adrien, son. You have to focus on your studies. I heard from your tutor that your Chinese isn’t as fluid as it once was. How can I let you out there if you’re not taking care of your responsibilities here?”

“Oh, Adrien. I would prefer if you watch the movie here, really. Movie theaters aren’t the cleanest and it’s flu season. The family has connections with the director so we work something out-”

“Adrien, please. Your mother sick and needs to rest. Go to your room before you wake her up.”

“Adrien, your father is not in the best . . . -mindset. He needs time alone.”

“Adrien. Get ready before the car picks you up for your fencing class.”

Those dismissals just seem plain offensive as time passed. Hushed without another word, being told to finish his meal before it got cold.

It wasn’t until the disappearance of a beloved blonde that triggered an awful period in the Agreste Mansion. As reporters were flooding Nathalie’s line, his father (if we should even call him that) locked himself in his office under lock and key. Never speaking to his son, unless the business needed him too.

Eating dinner wasn't as enjoyable as it was before. The dull atmosphere made Adrien lose his appetite more times than the chief could count.

Adrien went out to fencing class more often. The only time he was really out of the dark house was spent being sweaty and tired, but it all better than sitting in his room waiting for a miracle to happen.

Fencing as gracefully as it can be- was driven by action. Letting the young teen relieve that anger pinching his shoulders. Making his back too stiff to get a good-night sleep.

Chinese and piano lessons were time-consuming and grew to be a bit irritating when he didn't get the keys or pronunciation right. While the newly added photoshoots felt 'artificial' and strange. Making him feel more disconnected than he already was.

The only thing that seemed to bring him back from that limbo state was his old DVDs in his cabinets and drawers. Rediscovering them after shuffling around his room for a distraction. By 7 pm, he had organized his shelves and surrounded himself with a circle of movie classics and old favorites that hopefully aged as well as the wine in the house’s cellar.

Slowly, he went down his old system of watching and repeating, watching and ejecting one to put in another DVD. In a way, it helped him mourn. The comedy let him smile for a moment, the plot made him forget everything, and the emotional bits made it easier for him to cry. Comfort him when Nathalie’s schedules and his father’s silent couldn’t.

However, they hurt more at times then relief.

It made it more apparent that he was missing something in his life.

Starving for any air outside of the huge mansion that was shut with security systems, gates, and bodyguards. Not helping the aching in his heart for a friend his age or a day out in the mall or REAL teachers to teach and correct him on his classwork or socks with funky designs that his father wouldn't approve of or a group of friends to sit and talk to while eating the not-so-pleasant cafeteria food in a public school or and the thing he knew he may never get, a nagging mother.

Not one to tell him to clean his room, no one to give him a heart-to-heart talk he's heartbroken, no one to tell him to look at this and that when they're out shopping and no one to push away when they beg to pick at his acne when he’s grown used to it.

Even as the idea mellowed in his head, it still managed to give him a heart attack.

Adrien squeezed his arms tighter. Feeling his eyes get squshed against his forearms, knowing that it would add to the redness on his face.

Instead of his mother’s butter-like tone, he was left with a stone statue that spoke more than the snake surrounded by silks and threads inside.

Adrien came to the terms and conditions of his position. He was the son of the rich, famous, and had everything he required. Yet, this life wasn’t what he wanted. Adrien had to get out of here before he became crazy. All as his father, on the other hand, thought otherwise. Rejecting his son's pled to go to public school all in the harsh way possible.

By grounding him.

“I just don’t agree with this. And I already know what you’re going to say.” Giving a chuckle that sounded more like the rough wheeze or his deflating lungs gripping for air. As if they would preparing to get drowned out by another set of sobs. Lifting his head up while his eyes squinted at the sun. Adjusting to the brightness as his eyelashes fluttered.

“-'Your father shows his love in a distinctive and subtle way.' But mother, this isn’t about love.” Biting his lip as if that sentence made his mouth bitter. Not sure if he wanted to hide his pain or spill it out in the open much like how the morning sun shined over the garden of roses.

“It’s not concern or affection or a sense of protection." Adrien sniffed.

"It’s plain right dissociation.”

“ And . . . That’s not a family.” He hushed, afraid of the conclusion he came to. Delivering it as a whisper, not wanting to break his mother on the reality that played out without her near.

Adrien held himself tightly, rubbing circles on his shoulders. Closing his eyes as he prayed for a sign to tell him what she felt. Something to show him that she's there. Holding him even if he's the only one there. Whispering in his ear that it's okay, everything will be fine. Time will pass. Things will heal.

Swiftly, the cool breeze around him warmed up. A sunray managed to weave its way around the rosebushes to hit his shiny hair. Lifting the boy's head to glance at his mother's smile down on him. The sunlight caught his mom’s eyes, glimmering the bits of crystal in them. Reminding him of the real thing.

“Thanks, Mom.” Adrien beamed. Biting his lip before he let out another sob. “I knew I could count on you.”

Dropping his head down back to his mother’s lap.

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enigmatist17 · 7 years

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After The War (Gravity Falls)

This was based off of the amazing comic from @starfleetrambo I believed called After The War. I saw a YouTube video that added the song, and I had to write this.

Link --> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpCKcZv5krI

Wake up, say good morning to That sleepy person lying next to you If there's no one there then there's no one there But at least the war is over Dipper was the first to wake, eyes snapping open and immediately looking across the room to the other bed, heart racing. Bright blue eyes met matching bright blue, both filling with tears as without a sound Mabel jumped out of her bed and hugged Dipper as tight as she could. “It’s really over.” Mabel whispered, Dipper not even listening as he listened to his sister’s heartbeat, trembling as tears slipped down his cheeks. “The war is over…” He muttered, sniffling as Mabel herself began to cry in joy, a smile on her face as they lay embraced. Bill was gone, he was gone and they were finally free, they were finally no longer afraid of the demon that was but a memory now. It's us, yes, we're back again Here to see you through 'til the day's end And if the night comes and the night will come Well at least the war is over “Hey nerd…” Ford blinked tiredly as something was tossed his way, the scruffy researcher catching a can of Pitt- Cola without a glance with his free hand. The other held a picture frame, two young teenagers grinning at the camera with a sea glittering in the background. It was faded, the glass cracked in one corner, but the frame was cared for despite its age, Stan sitting beside his brother with a sigh. “I can’t believe you kept that…” “I did…as much as I wanted to forget I couldn’t.” The older twin smiled weakly, opening the can and taking a sip. “I made such a mistake.” “We both did…and now we’ve got a chance to fix it.” Stan nudged his brothers side with a grin, raising his can with a soft laugh. “That we do, huh.” Ford smiled, heart swelling as he tapped his own drink against Stan’s, the two soon laughing about memories of their past with the picture being held by both as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Lift your head and look out the window Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring All the living are dead and the dead are all living The war is over and we are beginning “What should we do now?” Ghost-Eyes asked, gazing out at the small town of Gravity Falls, he and his crew having been dumped a fair way away from everyone else, including Gideon. “I don’t know man…back to prison?” One of the others commented, the alternative not one they wanted, but without Gideon they didn’t have any need to do anything. “That’s the only life we got now.” Ghost-Eyes sighed, pausing when he heard an older car come crawling up the hill they had been standing on, the prisoner’s heart lifting when he saw the familiar white hair of Gideon poking up from the back seat. “Ghost-Eyes!” The southern boy cried when the car stopped, the man grinning as he picked up the boy he had come to love as a son figure, the two surrounded by the other prisoners who were all just as happy. Gridlock on the parkway now The television man is here to show you how The channel fades to snow, it's off to work you go But at least the war is over Fiddleford took a deep breath, hazel eyes alight as he opened them after exhaling. With his bag on his back he looked over the home that had been his for 30 years, the dilapidated shack creaking as he turned around and began to walk down the dirt road rarely travelled. He stood upright, beard combed back and tucked in the simple shirt and jeans he had found in the aftermath of Weirdmaggedon, a smile on his face as he walked along the road towards the mansion in the distance. His green goggles flashed in the sunlight, all repaired lovingly by a man he had once sworn to forget, but now he was grateful to see him home, and Gravity Falls safe. It was now his time to enjoy life, and it all began with the man coming towards him in a familiar red truck, a small smile on his face as he stopped for McGucket. “Pa…” “Tater-Tot.” She's gone, she left before you woke As you ate last night, neither of you spoke Dishes, TV, bed, the dark was filled with dread But at least the war is over Wendy’s bed was empty, a small note on her pillow that her father Daniel Corduroy read with a sad smile on his face. Thermos of orange juice in hand he left the house, boots crunching the leaves that were beginning to fall as he walked towards a small plot of land that he knew by heart. He could have cried at the sight of his beautiful daughter kneeled in front of a small white cross in the ground, the man stopping a few feet away as Wendy turned to look at her father. “She would have been proud of you.” Her father spoke softly, Wendy walking over to hug him with a quiet sniffle, her father running a hand through her red locks. “So proud for savin’ us all.” “…I know dad…I wish she could have seen us.” Wendy coughed, father embracing daughter as colorful leaves covered the small grave that lay behind them. Lift your head and look out the window Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring All the living are dead and the dead are all living The war is over and we are beginning Pacifica ignored the screaming deep in the house, glancing out the window with a sigh. She wasn’t happy with the (to her) smaller house she now lived in, but the view of Gravity Falls made her feel better. Bill had torn apart her family in a way, but the wealth mattered not to the girl as she thought about how she had done things that had her feel redeemed. Her family had a disgusting past, and Pacifica had not saved herself, no she had helped save the town. She carried a picture of the lumberjack that had been killed due to her ancestors greed every day now, sometimes feeling like the man was guiding her in her decisions. Ever since Weirdmaggedon that feeling had gotten stronger, and now she wanted only to clear her name by doing the opposite of what her parents had done, by becoming a good person. We won or we think we did When you went away you were just a kid And if you lost it all and you lost it Well, we'll still be there when your war is over Soos smiled to himself, the man driving his way not to work but the pier, waving to the townsfolk who were all busy repairing the many buildings around the sleepy town. Parking his car near a fallen tree Soos climbed out, a small shoebox being plucked out of the passenger seat before he began to walk, feet briefly digging into the sand before finding purchase on the worn wood of the partially-destroyed dock. Glancing out at the glittering water in front of him, Soos smiled. “I think it’s time dude.” He laughed to no one, opening the box to reveal dozens of post cards from a father he never knew, the yellowed cards soon dumped into the water with a swift overturning of the box. Soos really had his eyes opened during the whole Weird-whatever thing, and as the paper dissolved and sank from sight Soos felt his heart lift, the last picture soon faded from sight. “I have a family now, and you aren’t in it dude.” Soos felt no guilt as he soon drove away, eyes focused on the road that would lead him to the building that had changed his life, a smile on his face when he saw his boss sitting on the outside couch with his laughing brother. These dudes were his family, along with the young twins and Wendy, a grin on his face as he parked and got out, Stan motioning him close with a bright grin. Lift your head and look out the window Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring All the living are dead and the dead are all living The war is over, we are beginning Robbie didn’t get the whole happy thing his parents had going on, but today was different. Descending the stairs faster than he had ever done before Robbie poked his head into the kitchen, his racing heart slowing when he saw his mom and dad laughing at some joke, as if it was a regular morning. However when they saw him they paused, and for the first time Robbie could think of he walked over and hugged them as tight as he could, sighing quietly as his mother and father pulled him close. “I don’t hate you two.” He muttered, his mother laughing softly as she kissed his pale forehead with a smile. “We know dear.” The reply was all Robbie needed, the family spending the entire day together for the first time in years, not wanting to leave each other as if it was a dream that could be broken at any moment. Here it comes, here comes the first step Here it comes, here comes the first step It starts up in our bedroom after the war It starts up in our bedroom after the war, after the war After the war, after the war, after the war After the war, after the war, after the war Weirdmaggedon had scarred the entire community of Gravity Falls, but it had also done something that no one saw coming, especially Bill Cipher. The stone statue was dragging into town, and by ones and twos people began to appear, Wendy and her friends starting a bonfire in the middle of town. In less than an hour the entire town had congregated, and everyone was silent as they gazed at the statue of the demon that had turned everything upside down. A man who looked exactly like Stanford Pines eventually stood beside the stone, coughing to get everyone’s attention, looking a bit nervous at all the eyes on him but he started nonetheless. “My name is Stanford Pines, the real Stanford, the man you all have known for over thirty years is Stanley Pines, my twin brother, and my hero. I know many of you are confused, and I will explain to you anything and everything, but there is one last thing we need to do.” He needed not to explain anything more, the town as one turning to the stone figure beside Stanford. It took only minutes, but once the stone was turned to dust that was tossed into the fire, Stanford Pines began to explain everything. The only thing people really focused on was the sense of relief, the sense of safety and freedom they now had, now that the war was over.

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mattsteez1-blog · 7 years

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