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"There's nothing wrong with you." He said again, a whisper this time, and for the first time since he was a child, Dean crumpled to the floor in tears.
They fell right along with him, gathering him in their arms as Dean finally allowed himself to mourn everything that had been taken from him. Everything he could have been, everything he could have had. The phantom relationship with a black-haired boy back when they were babies, the ghost of puppy love and first kisses that all the other high schoolers around him had gotten. The whispers of love he could have made, of friends swallowed by the ever-expanding tar that had been sucking him down, deeper and deeper, all his life, since Cas, since Abby, since the fire. He mourned himself, as he could have been, should have been, if he'd stuck to his intuition when he was too young to understand what it would all mean.
Eventually, the tears slowed, and Gabriel pushed him back enough to gently wipe his cheeks, offering him a small smile. "Feel better..?"
Dean sniffed, surprising himself when he feels the corners of his mouth lift, just barely. "I don't know… I don't even think I know who I am…"
"That's exactly what it takes to start finding out."
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It had become a ritual, one Husk pretended annoyed him, but if he was being honest, he only kept the damn bar open this late for him. Nobody else showed up at six in the morning asking for a margarita with glitter still on their cheekbones.
But today… today was different.
Angel looked wrecked.
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Angel has a hard day and gets hurt. Husk helps!!
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Withstanding The Tide - Braeburn And Elliott by captainbobbin
Fandom Stardew Valley (Video Game)
25 Dec 2024
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Healing isn't a linear process, old habits die hard, and sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. But with a little patience, and effort, and strategic Floor Time, Ed and Stede will find their way.
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Stede stops beside him, hand on the small of Ed’s back, and Ed leans into the touch, offers his cheek when he feels Stede leaning in. It’s such a tiny gesture, that buss on his beard, but Ed can’t actually remember the last time anyone thought to do it. Stede has softened Ed; Ed has allowed himself to be softened.
A year ago, if someone had told Ed he would be thinking about raising chickens, he’d have laughed himself to an early grave. Then again, a year ago, Ed expected to find himself on the wrong end of a cannon sooner or later, gone out the way of Calico Jack. Now he’s here, in a home he’s going to build with the man he loves beyond all reason, with nothing more pressing than how to fix a leaky roof or where to acquire a set of furniture not bitten with dry rot.
There are many things Ed wishes he’d done differently, but there are an equal number he wouldn’t change because they all led him here, to this kitchen on a sleepy morning, Stede’s warmth at his side.