#but i think eddie in particular would have a harder time believing that somebody actually likes him

[madamewriterofwrongs]

I have thought long and hard about your AU prompt post and o have decided on bringing your attention to a Buddie singer/songwriter AU. Professional or amateur, either way, my soul aches for one of them seducing the other with a love song they made themselves. I am w e a k.

I knew instantly this was the scene I wanted to write and I finally got there.

Prompt Me with AUs

A Syncopated Heart

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This was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea the moment it entered his head – as most of his ideas were what Hen called “too impulsive to be recorded, do you want to get me fired?” – and yet, nodded as the sound guy gave him his thumbs up. It was time.

If he were being truly honest with himself, ‘time’ was six months ago, when he met a prodigy of a guitar player wanting to join his band. ‘Time’ was five months and twenty-nine days ago, when he got over his own ego and realized that the player (though he had less experience in the industry) could definitely teach him a thing or two when it came to professionalism and technique.

‘Time’ was four months ago, when a bad case of bronchitis made him question whether he’d be able to sing again, but his new friend refused to look at him any differently. ‘Time’ was three months ago, when he was introduced to his best friend’s son by saving him from a falling stage light. ‘Time’ was two months ago when his producer told him to write a song to launch his solo career and he was faced with the notion that he would be leaving his family forever.

‘Time’ was one month ago, when he called Bobby in the middle of the night, frantic because he couldn’t figure out why the words wouldn’t come. ‘Time’ was two weeks ago, when he finally understood what his old mentor had meant when he told him that “he was missing what was right in front of him.”

‘Time’ was ten days ago, when his best friend informed him that he would be leaving to sign with another company who could “give him what he needed”. ‘Time’ was six days ago, when he’d shown up on his friend’s doorstep and begged him to stay – but when it came time to explain why, the words still wouldn’t come.

‘Time’ was two days ago, when his producer had asked him to perform his new song at a live event downtown, despite having never heard it. ‘Time’ was twelve hours ago when he’d finally put pen to paper and written the lyrics to his song – their song.

‘Time’ was sixty minutes ago, when his sister had asked him, for the fortieth time, if he was certain about his next move. ‘Time’ was two minutes ago, when he’d checked his phone, only to find no news of whether his best friend would be attending his final performance.

‘Time’ was now: stepping on stage with the first guitar he’d bought with his own money, and a head full of words he hoped would explain everything he wanted to convey.

The lights were blinding and the scent of stale beer and old plywood filled his nostrils. It was soothing, really, to be surrounding by such familiar sensations as he stepped over the precipice into the unknown. He had dreamed of the floodlights and the mumbling crowd since he was a kid (or, that was the story they’d told the media, but he hadn’t picked up a guitar until he was in his twenties). Regardless of when he’d discovered his love for music, it was the one thing that gave him joy. Whenever everything else was falling apart in his life, he could still feel a song sitting on his chest, just above his heart. Sometimes, it would press down until he could barely breathe; until the notes had to be played or he might burst. Other times, a melody would follow him for days. He liked to imagine a nymph floating beside him, whispering tunes into his ear to keep him occupied. His own personal muse.

He wouldn’t be using her tonight. He had new inspiration. And he prayed it would be enough.

“Hey folks.” He coughed into the microphone and it filled the bar. His eyes began to adjust under the lights, slowly revealing the audience to him, like a wave of vaguely buzzed shapes.

“You all know me as ‘Buck’ but that’s not my real name (obviously).” The few chuckles floating into the air were drowned out by the thrumming in his ears as he searched the crowd for a familiar face. “My real name is Evan Buckley. Before we get started on our set, I wanted to sing a song for you all. It’s a new song, actually, one I wrote for…” He cleared his throat when the words pressed harder on his chest, refusing to come. “For someone special.” Even over the pounding of his heart, he heard the murmurs of curious audience members, knowing the rumour mill was about to start spinning. But none of that mattered. No. The only thing that mattered was the next three minutes.

“Here it goes.”

The first strum of his guitar released the stranglehold the words had on his heart. In his more poetic moments, he would swear he could hear his muse gasp with the beauty – not of the notes, but of his intentions. In truth, he could barely feel his hands. They played of their own volition, moved to dance in a pattern they’d never rehearsed.

When the melody pulled so strongly, he would normally close his eyes and surrender to the music. But tonight, there was more than just him and the music. Though his eyes burned under the penetrating lights, he kept them trained on the audience, constantly looking for the one face he needed to see.

He had always been very proud of his singing voice. Though it was relatively untrained, he had done countless hours of research to make sure it was as healthy as possible. Like his guitar, he wanted to keep his voice finely tuned – lest someone realize he was merely a replaceable vessel on the ocean that was the music industry. After his bronchitis, he had taken extra care of his body but tonight, he felt like a novice – stepping out on stage for the first time, hoping his voice didn’t crack under the pressure.

The lyrics were the thing he held most precious in this journey. They contained within them the story of his life – of what he hoped would be his future. It was the story of a boy who wanted to make something of himself. He wanted to be somebody so badly that he made it to adulthood without becoming anything in particular. Then he picked up a guitar and thought he’d met the love of his life. All that changed when he met someone who made every note fall flat. And now, the boy finally realized how much he needs that person. How much he wants that person. How much he loves that person.

“And I will follow you around I will wander through the darkness that we made There is nothing else I want except for…”

His eyes connected with Eddie’s and the shock of it stole the words from his mouth. His fingers fell away from the strings and for the first time since they’d met: there was silence between them. Eddie’s expression was warm and open, looking up at Buck with what he hoped was affection and not pity.

In his mind, he watched Eddie shake his head and walk out the door at the back of the bar, the two of them never to meet again. Instead, he stood motionless as the man he’d wondered about for so many months slowly strode through the crowd towards him. With each step, he replaced the resignation in his mind with caution, and then, disbelief, and finally optimism of the smallest margin. Some peripheral awareness not centered on Eddie realized that people had noticed when the lead singer had stopped and all eyes were split between Buck and Eddie.

And why shouldn’t they be? Here were two souls meeting on the center of the stage, Buck making space for Eddie beside him without really thinking about it.

“You came.” He found himself speaking irreverently; a prayer he never believed would be answered.

“You invited me.” Eddie’s smile could still melt his heart in an instant.

“Yeah but… you came.”

“Of course I did.” As if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“I thought you’d be in Texas by now.”

“I cancelled my flight.”

Buck blinked, if only to reassure himself that he was, in fact, still awake and staring at the man who was going to leave but chose to stay.

“Why?”

“Buck, you know why.”

Did he? Did he know the truth between them? Or was he simply hearing the words he hadn’t realized he needed to hear until it was too late?

“The song.” He swallowed his pride. “Did you like it?”

“You haven’t finished it yet.”

“I’m not sure if I should give it a happy ending.”

When Eddie grasped his fingers, slowly threading them together with his own, Buck couldn’t contain the gasp that left his mouth. The look in the other man’s eyes was so gentle and open, his heart burst with the hope he hadn’t let himself feel.

“It should definitely have a happy ending.”

When their lips met, a symphony erupted in his mind – he would realize later that it was, in fact, the noise of the crowd cheering them on. The kiss was electric, crowded, and utterly perfect. Buck’s smile nearly broke them apart but he kept their lips connected until he was overpowered with the need to breathe.

His lips tingled with the memory of their kiss and his chest hurt for the guitar pressed between their bodies, but his mind had dissolved into simply memorizing every sensation from the moment their eyes had met until their lips had parted. Over and over. There was nothing else.

“You came.”

Eddie’s chuckle was added to the lexicon of sounds Buck would replay for the rest of his life.

“I think we already established that.”

There was only one thing that Eddie still had to know. One thing that could sway the end of their song. “I’m staying.”

But then his partner smiled and whispered: “Me too.”

And Buck kissed him again with more fervor than before, the desperation and excitement of the moment finally seeping in. Eddie was staying here, with him, and their song would finally get a happy ending.

And if his manager forgave him for ending the concert early because their kiss went viral, all the better.

What mattered most was Buck, Eddie, and the music.

#911 on fox #911 fox #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #911 fic #musician au #alternative universe #getting together #cj writes things #cj answers things #florenceandthemachine #love flo

[mitchsmarners]

pieces of me

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie toizer (reddie) word count: 2,344 summary: The whole concept of soul mates actually freaked Eddie out. Somebody being the other half of you? That you aren’t complete without another person? No fucking thank you. Eddie didn’t need anybody to complete him. He was his own person on his complete own self. ITFandomWeek2019: Day one | Soulmate AU.

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Soulmates weren’t real. Eddie knew that. Maybe they had once been real, when magic still existed world wide, had still been a power source of society. As technology dependency, and the patriarchy, had grown through the world, magic had died out. There would always be people who practised it, but the days of Biblical monsters, creatures and Gods were gone- and the concept of soulmates had disappeared with them. Stories were still passed along, that humans had once been one being; four arms, four legs, one heart. That they’d been torn apart because they were just too powerful that way. That a soul would be spend the rest of their lives searching for its other half a heart. That because of the once bodily connection you once shared, you could feel the emotions of your soulmate. You could feel their pain. But those are just that- stories. Legends and myths that were passed along for entertainment, but never taken as truth.

Soulmate was a term that got tossed around simply. Every single straight girl Eddie had ever known called every single boy she dated her soulmate, and those same boys had smiled and nodded and not believed it for a second, all whilst thinking about their side hoes. At least, that’s what Eddie had gotten the vibe of regarding straight relationships. And Eddie wasn’t straight. Thank god.

The whole concept of soul mates actually freaked Eddie out. Somebody being the other half of you? That you aren’t complete without another person? No fucking thank you. Eddie didn’t need anybody to complete him. He was his own person on his complete own self.

“That’s not what it’s about, Eddie.” Ben had tried to explain to him. Ben Hanscom had been the biggest fanatic of soulmates, a true believer. He’d never said it, but Eddie knew he thought Beverly was his. “Of course you’re both complete people on your own. You’ll just be… happier with the other person. Your true other half.”

Ben sighed and looked longingly towards Beverly. Richie made a loud gagging noise, and Eddie shot him a smile. “I’m with Eds. If there’s somebody out there who’s meant to be with me.” Richie followed this sentence with quotations over who’s meant to be with me and gave a goofy grin. “There’s probably something seriously fucking wrong with them. I’ll pass on whatever train wreck that’ll be.”

Eddie’s lips tugged down in a frown, picking at the crusts of his jelly sandwich. It was only jelly, because his mother had always told him he was allergic to peanuts, but Eddie knew he’d eaten things with peanuts all the time and nothing had ever happened to him. Just jelly sandwiches were boring.

“Richie, come on that’s...” Mike spoke up suddenly, looking at Richie with wide and sad eyes. Eddie recognized the look from when Mike had introduced him to a little baby pig, before mentioning the pig was the runt of the litter and he wasn’t sure if the baby would even make it through the night.

“Woooo anyway! I gotta go!” Richie jumped up from the table, smacking his knee a little angrily against it. Eddie winced as he felt the sympathy pains shoot through his own knee. Richie took off at the surprisingly fast pace for somebody who was limping, while Eddie watched him carefully, still rubbing at his own knee.

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Eddie is 13 when the first really weird thing happens to him. He’d gone out for their lunch break with Stan, ending up walking around and talking about absolutely nothing in particular. When all of a sudden Eddie was completely overcome with the worst coughing fit of his life. It was worse than any asthma attack he’d ever had, even on the hottest days of summer, and the really startling difference was when Eddie began to cough up water.

A lot of water. A troubling amount of water. Too much water .

“What the fuck!” Stan shouted, reaching out to pat enthusiastically on Eddie’s back, but it didn't help. Eventually, the coughing slowed itself and Eddie was able to breathe in again. He took in several, harsh breaths and pressed angrily at the tears in his eyes. How did he even have enough water in his body to be crying?

Stan looked down at the puddle of water on the ground in horror. “What the fuck was that?”

“You think I know?” Eddie wheezed out. running his hands through his hair. “It felt like I was drowning. I mean, I know I say that about my asthma, too, but that...”

Stan dropped his foot down in the puddle, frowning at it in thought. “Yeah. Drowning.”

But they were 13, and shrugged things off as 13 year olds were known to do. They walked back towards their school, and strolled slowly to a stop when they noticed there friends all walking back as well. With Richie, dripping wet and looking a little shell shock.

“Bill fucking pushed me off the dock!” Richie shouted the second he spotted Stan and Eddie. “I don’t even know what happened, but I just started fucking drowning. I probably would’ve died if Mike hadn’t pulled me out!”

Stan’s eyes blew open wide and Eddie fidgeted awkwardly in hopes of hiding his now slightly wet T-shirt.

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They’re fifteen and Richie suddenly feels a flash of fear that he can’t understand, can’t find a source to. It didn’t feel like that same kind of untraceable fear that he got before panic attacks, it felt like it did have a source but he just didn’t know what it was. There was a quick, dull pain along his back and the fear inside him spiked.

Richie looked around, unsure his the fear inside him was unsourced still or if his own fear was growing, but his eyes fell on Stan and Bev. Eddie was supposed to have met them outside the school to go to the library and work on their History final project. “Where’s Eddie?”

“Eddie’s always late,” Beverly said easily, not looking up from her phone. “I wouldn’t expect him for at least ten more minutes.”

Richie shook his head, chest startling to feel tight. There was an ache in his wrists like somebody was grabbing him, but there were no hands there. He shook his head again, much more firmly, and turned back towards the school. He didn’t notice the thoughtful look on Stan’s face as he looked at him.

“We need to find him.” Richie said quickly, rushing back into the now-empty school, not bothering to concern himself with whether his friends were following him or not. He ran through the school, not even sure how he knew where he was going. He kept feeling the tight pressure of somebody grabbing him on his skin, and the burning fear deep in his gut. There was anger in the fear, but Richie still felt like it wasn’t his. He took off into the school, not caring if his friends were following him. He let some sort of instinct that he didn’t understand guide him through the halls until he stumbled upon the scene.

Henry had Eddie pressed up against the lockers, using his larger hands to bind Eddie’s wrists so it was harder for him to wiggle free. The rage in Richie then was completely his own.

“Yeah…” Richie drawled out, crossing his arms and forcing a smirk on his face. Both Henry and Eddie turned to look at him, Henry like a kid who’d woken up to a surprise Christmas and Eddie with a spark of genuine fear that Richie could read so clearly on his face that it was almost as though he could feel it, too. “You’re gonna let him go now.”

Richie loved how short Henry’s attention span always was, because he dropped Eddie’s wrists and turned his attention to Richie almost immediately. Richie let his half-grown filter drop away completely, and threw words at Henry that put himself to shame. He was fairly certain he’d never called anybody a daddy’s cock sucking little goof before. Richie wasn’t paying attention, or he would’ve noticed the little ball of warmth in his chest. Something close to fond, maybe a little bit of amusement. Something that wasn’t his, but was for him. Stan and Bev broke through before Henry could wreck Richie too bad, and Henry took off down the halls. Bigger and crazier, maybe, but even he knew better than to go four against one without a weapon on his side.

Eddie came to crouch down beside Richie, pulling out Kleenex and wiping at the blood under Richie’s nose. “How did you know where I was?”

Richie shrugged one shoulder, feeling more than a little embarrassed. “I don’t know.”

They were too busy looking at each other to notice the look that Bev and Stan exchanged.

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Eddie was eighteen, and was pretty sure that agreeing to room with Richie in college was the biggest mistake he’d ever made in his life. And yes, he was aware that he was being dramatic but living in a tiny college dorm room had made Eddie’s little puppy love crush that he’d had on Richie all through high school develop into something much, much deeper. Much scarier.

The scariest part of it all was that sometimes Eddie thought that maybe Richie liked him back. He’d never been the type to get hopes about anything, but every once in awhile Eddie would feel a rush of warm emotion and turn around to see that Richie was already smiling at him.

He’d already heard all of Ben’s theories on it. He was pretty sure that if Eddie didn’t start to agree with him soon, Ben was going to create a whole powerpoint presentation and force the Losers to sit through it. Eddie remembered the short period of time where Ben’s romantic side had died, when Beverly had come out and Ben had been thrown through a loop. Supportive and loving as always, but he’d had to readjust himself to life where he couldn’t walk away and dream of Beverly Marsh being his soulmate. So when Ben latched onto Eddie and Richie, Eddie didn’t have the heart to keep telling him that soulmates were bullshit.

“Ow, fuck!” Eddie yanked his hand away from his notebook, shaking it as though he was burned. He looked up and noticed Richie jumping away from the little mini grill in their room that Richie had insisted that they buy when they moved in, so they wouldn’t always have to eat cafeteria food. It didn’t matter that the food Richie made on that grill was always significantly worse than anything their caf served.

“Did you burn yourself, dumbass?” Eddie asked with a low sigh, clenching his hand shut tight and trying to ignore the stinging he felt himself.

“Yeah.” Richie grunted, immediately going back to attempting to light it up. Eddie swallowed roughly and shook his head. He needed to get Ben out of his head.

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Richie’s entire stomach was jumping with anxiety. He stood outside his own dorm room. The night before Ben had ambushed Richie at the party and laid out a series of things for him. Things that Richie had never been able to explain to himself, had never really taken the time to think about it all honesty. The way that Richie and Eddie always been able to read each other’s emotions almost without pause, sometimes better than they were even processes their own emotions. Pointing out that the other day Richie had fallen down outside and Eddie had said ow, without looking up or turning around to see Richie on the ground.

“You’re obviously soulmates,” Ben had pleaded with Richie. Looking like he was moments away from grabbing Richie by the shoulders and shaking him. “Like, real soulmates. That’s so rare! You’re really just going to throw all that away?”

Richie still wasn’t sure he believed in soulmates. Wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of them, and he knew that Eddie didn’t. Eddie had always told anybody who’d listen how much he hated the idea of soulmates. But Richie did really like Eddie, hell he’d always really liked Eddie. He didn’t really care if they were soulmates or not, he just hoped that-

Their dorm room door swung open, and Eddie was standing on the other side looking annoying. “Why are you just standing out here, stressing out?”

Richie gaped. “How did you know I was standing out here?”

Eddie scowled. “Your anxiety is so loud I could practically smell it. What’s wrong?”

Richie swallowed slowly. “Smell it…. Or feel it?”

Eddie blinked and then groaned. He turned away and stomped into the room. When he dropped onto Richie’s bed and raised his brow, Richie jumped into attention and followed him in. “Ben got to you?” Eddie asked as Richie took a seat beside him. “Fuck. I should’ve known he’d eventually realize that you’re the weaker link and start playing you.”

Richie frowned. “I know you don’t believe in soulmates, or whatver but you… are you really that against us ever being together?”

Eddie blinked, then frowned. “No, I didn’t. I mean… is that what this is? Like what if Ben’s soulmate propaganda just… tricked you into thinking you like me?”

Richie burst out laughing, unable to hold it back. “Eds. Baby. I’ve liked you since I was like… ten. It’s sort of always fucking been you for me. I was just never sure…”

“It’s always been you for me, too.” Eddie interrupted him, shaking his head. “I’m still not sold on this whole soulmate bullshit, I want to choose who I end up. I don’t want it to be decided for me.”

“Okay, well…” Richie reached out and took Eddie’s hand. A flash of heat rushed through them both in unison. “Would you choose me then? Did you, without anybody talking about soulmates?”

Eddie smiled softly, turning towards Richie and leaning in to kiss him softly, quickly. “I’d choose you in any universe. For whatever reason.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again.

#reddie #itfandomweek #itfandomprompts #reddie fic #it fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing

[benscursedkid]

What about 27,28,29,30,31,46,63 and 71 for Rebekah and Jacob?

of course!! thanks for asking, bubs, and i hope you enjoy! 💞✨

27. What is their biggest strength? 

Rebekah- her biggest strength as a character would probably have to be her determination. not to be confused with stubbornness, she’s not a particularly stubborn individual, it’s more like the second she sets her mind to something she cares about and matters to her, she’ll make damn sure she achieves it, whatever it may be. it ranges from idle tasks to making sure she studies for a certain amount of time, doesn’t forget to put away her journals, reminds her friends of this and that to, say, finding her missing brother and making her family whole again. it would definitely take something huge and extremely impactful to deter her from her quest.

Jacob- i would say that his biggest character strength is also one of his biggest character flaws. his ability and willingness to adapt to others has proven in the past to be very useful in his pursuit of the vaults– it makes it easier to trust him and believe the things he tells you. it’s also something that made him fairly well liked among his peers. he was whoever he needed to be, whoever you wanted him to be. unfortunately, this also made him a bit of an enigma, hard to place and understand. his few friends and close family members are really the only ones who truly knew him, and he was grateful for them, but because of his dicey charisma, he often times found himself more lonely than not.

28. Are they aware of their strengths?

Rebekah- i think it’s fairly safe to say she’s aware of the quality in herself, but if asked, i doubt she would assume that it’s necessarily her biggest strength. she’s more likely to guess something like creativity or kindness. and while these are definitely defining character traits that should be valued, as an individual, they’re not quite as useful as her determination.

Jacob- likewise, he probably wouldn’t assume it’s his biggest character strength, but he is much more aware of the quality and does place it higher up on a list of valued traits of his. probably only behind his intelligence and creativity in his mind.

29. How would they describe their own personality?

Rebekah- so, i wouldn’t go as far to say she’s particularly self-deprecating, but she definitely doesn’t give herself enough credit. she doesn’t really think of herself or her personality as anything truly special, so, if asked, she’d likely say something along the lines of “average” or “background”. however, it’s actually something that doesn’t really bother her. she’s okay with it and, to tell you the truth, she doesn’t think she’d be able to handle the life of someone so significant. she’s perfectly fine to sticking to her quiet corners and forgotten hallways.

Jacob- varies depending on when you ask him. if you were to ask him before attending Hogwarts, he’d probably say something a bit happier and encouraging, though still quite modest. after starting school, he probably wouldn’t even know where to begin defining himself. in years 1-4, he’d be more prone to saying “intelligent”, “creative”, and “friendly”. years 5-6 though? he’d have no idea. it’s around that time that he loses himself, so your guess, really, is as good as his. finally, after being let out of the portrait curse five years later, he’d definitely say something darker, more like, “no good”, “absent”, and, “more trouble than he’s worth”.

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?

Rebekah & Jacob- for both, it depends heavily on the level of fright. if it’s a silly little jump scare played by a friend or a harmless spook around Halloween, they’re more likely to let it go and even have a laugh at themselves. but if it’s something more threatening, possibly on the verge of life-or-death, their first isnstict is definitely to fight or defend; protect. whether it be themselves or someone else who may be with them at the time, it doesn’t really matter.

31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this?

Rebekah- i love this question for Rebekah in particular because her levels of selfish/selflessness are very muddled. in general, she’s not a very selfish person. when it comes to friends and people she cares about, she’s more likely to put their needs before her own. as i stated earlier, she’s big on making sure the people around her are comfortable. so, more often than not, she tends to be rather selfless with them. however, though the occurrence itself is very rare, when Rebekah gets particularly attached to a person, because of what happened with Jacob and her parents, she gets absolutely terrified of losing them. she’ll do just about anything to make sure it doesn’t happen, even if her methods aren’t very conventional. however, if the person is around to tell her what they want, she’s more inclinded to listen and take their words into account. in Jacob’s case, for example, he wasn’t there to tell her what he wanted or why he disappeared, so she automatically assumed he was stuck and wanted to come home... because that’s what she wanted. when Penny asked her what she would do if, perhaps, he didn’t want to be found, she didn’t believe it and couldn’t accept it because “why wouldn’t he wand to come home? of course he does!” she didn’t stop to consider what she’d do if he didn’t because she wanted him back so much, she couldn’t stand the thought. she just blantantly refused to think about it at all, despite the possibility that he truly felt that way. luckily for her, that wasn’t the case, but anyone who’s caught up knows that he’s not the best at showing it.

Jacob- also not especially selfish. in fact, i’d even go as far to say that, looking at the big picture, he’s probably a bit more selfless than Rebekah. this comes as a bit of a surprise for a lot of people who are familiar with the both of them as Rebekah is particularly known for being kind and caring and altogether one who puts others first. while Jacob is likewise understanding and good, the only time he’s ever truly put his needs above all else is after he began to lose himself in the vaults. but during this time he wasn’t really himself, the vaults and R having corrupted and changed him, poisoned his mind and tried to mold it to their own benefit. so, taking this into account, he’s shockingly the less selfish sibling. and one person who he will always put first, even if it means distancing himself and allowing her to hate him, is Rebekah. but what he doesn’t seem to understand is that what he thinks is best for her isn’t the same as what might actually be best for her. but i suppose they’re both guilty in the regard.

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

Rebekah- she can express her emotions well enough. she’s very gentle and kind-hearted and she feels that expressing emotions is very important in relationships of all kinds. it’s not hard for her to tell someone what she thinks or how she feels– unless it’s a romantic confession, those take a while –and she’s pretty good at it. as for hiding emotions? it’s a bit harder considering she’s kind of an open book. i mean, she doesn’t even lie about pursuing the vaults. everybody knows. she really only lies to the staff when she’s doing something she specifically isn’t supposed to. but, because of this, she has learned to get better at lying and dissuading a conversation when she doesn’t want to talk about something. so over the years, she has gotten better at hiding things.

Jacob- he is equally as good at expressing his emotions as he is hiding them... which is fairly good. he’s a bit less private than his sister in a general sense. he’s not particularly quiet, nor is he very shy like she is. he’s more outgoing and talkative than she is for the most part. he doesn’t mind explaining himself and doesn’t find it difficult to express and regulate his emotions. however, it’s also relatively easy for him to hide his emotions. don’t play poker with him. unless you’re particularly close with him, it’s extremely hard to know what he’s thinking whenever he does go quiet. but, thankfully, the small few people who are close with him and do understand him know this and are patient with him. this, in turn, relaxes him and makes him more comfortable around them. he’ll tell them if he thinks it’s something they either ought to know or would like to know.

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

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71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any?

Rebekah- very good with children. like with most people, she’s good at knowing just what the child needs. if it’s a quieter child, she can be quiet and comforting. if the child is more lively and energetic, she can do that, too. children like her company and kindness. having children was always something she wanted eventually. that hasn’t really changed much. like a lovesick teenager, she would occasionally imagine what having a family with Ben might be like, but she understands that’s way down a line they haven’t even crossed yet and also depends heavily on his feelings towards the matter. as of sixth year, everything is messy and bleak so it’s not really something she thinks much about anymore. though, her and Ben do end up having three children after the second war. two sons and a daughter. the oldest being their son Eddie, their second son as the youngest, Noah, leaving their daughter Sienna stuck being the middle child.

Jacob- also amazing with kids. he’s a bit more active and lighter than Rebekah. where she’s shy and gentle and rather quiet, he is very sociable, outgoing, and just generally playful. children love his enthusiasm and playing with him is always fun. he’s a bit on the taller side at 6’2, so they also like climbing all over him. but if he’s with a child who’s more timid or quiet, it has never failed him to read them a story or break out the art supplies and let them loose on the paper. as for having children, he always thought it was a nice idea. he loved being a big brother growing up and helping Rebekah learn things and keep her company. he was rather good at it, too. unfortunately though, as of where things are right now, he’s no longer so sure. it’s not so much that he doesn’t want them anymore more than it is he doesn’t necessarily think it’s the best idea. after all that’s happened and the things he’s done, he’s scared to mess up and not be the father they need or the kind that they deserve. i’m personally still on the fence on whether that’s in the cards for him down the line. the only person he could really see himself doing that with in the past was Stelina... but he’s definitely not going to seek her out after what he’s put her through.

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