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griefabyss69 · 4 months

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Gone Fishin'

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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‘HOLE’ wc: 404 | rated: G | cw: none there's only peace and love on planet earth, outsider POV, this is both a wayne x scott clark and a steddie fic

Wayne takes Scott fishing on a beautiful spring morning, and they make a little wager.

Sunshine crests at the horizon, kissing the far end of the lake with gold as it shoulders the pale blue of early morning.

Scott breathes deeply, the fresh air energizing as Wayne readies their little fishing boat. He sweeps his eyes over where his strong hands are working with the ropes at the dock, all of their gear inside waiting for them.

Wayne had promised to take him to the "fishin' hole" back in October, and now that it's spring, Scott finally gets to spend a peaceful morning alone on placid water with him.

He hadn't expected such a big body of water, but he's trusting that Wayne knows what he's doing. It certainly seems so, as he climbs in and gets the motor running, gesturing for Scott to come aboard.

"Easy," he says, his hands steady as solid ground when he guides Scott's way.

The ride to the middle of the lake is pleasant; Wayne kills the motor early and uses an oar to keep the momentum of the boat, so they don't scare all of the fish away. Scott tries not to get lost picturing the ripples of sound that would reverb through the area, and wonders what the fish think of their noise.

"How's this?" Wayne asks as they settle, bending to open the tackle box.

Scott has no idea if this is a good environment for fishing, but he's content. Wayne's wearing his fishing hat; a gift from Eddie. The ironic text embroidered on it reads:

Let any fish Who meets my gaze Learn the true meaning of fear For I am the harbinger of death

Truly a message fit for Eddie himself, but it kills Scott with fondness whenever Wayne wears it.

"It's nice," he answers, looking out at the distant trees. "We should invite the boys next time."

"If you survive actually catching somethin', yeah," Wayne teases, drawing Scott's eyes back to his expected smirk.

He's still getting used to how the teasing makes his heart-rate speed up, and he feels a blush coming on.

"I'll make you a bet," he says, straightening. "If they start dating before June, I'll clean a fish for you."

Wayne's eyes sparkle even under the shade of his cap.

"And if they don't?"

"Well, then I get to meddle."

Wayne laughs, shakes his head.

"For their sake let's hope they get their shit together soon," he says, picking up a fishing rod.

#griefabyss69 writing #clarkson fanfic #wayne munson x scott clark #now for a complete tonal shift from what I just posted LMAOO #literally the nicest thing I've written imo... it's just a nice day for them #NOW WITH THE FULL THING.... somehow I managed to just not copy and paste the first part #reblog this version please ;__;

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