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What to say when a stranger asks about your cane in an uncomfortable way:
Most recently used: “It’s for emotional support”
Immortality is hard on the knees
I’m a professional pole vaulter
(Look side to side conspiratorially) …you can see it too?
I keep my quarters for the car wash in here
Huh? Sorry I didn’t catch that? Sorry what? (Make them repeat it until they get loud and/or embarrassed)
You should see the other guy
Do you wanna guess?
I drank raw milk once
Nothin’ gets past this guy! (loudly, pointing)
It’s actually for fitness, like ankle weights
Mmmm I just like the fact that I’m disabled is way more interesting to strangers than anything else about me
It’s a very rare pez dispenser
Wow!
I’m never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm
Walking? In this economy? Psh!
Essential oils go in it
For shits, giggles and a debilitating neurological condition
My no-good-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather forgot to carry madam zironi up the mountain
Cane?
It’s how I sneak snacks into movie theatres
Well it’s not for walking
(Croaky voice) I’Ve wAiTed 400 yEars for sOmEoNe to aSk mE thAt QUesTion
Finally someone noticed!
Thirst trap
Have you heard of Benjamin button syndrome
To hit small children!
I’m donating my leg to science
I’m going to be Tiny Tim this Christmas, you know, from the musical
To humble me
I mastered walking and thought I’d like a challenge
I keep rolled up $2 bills in here (whisper) …I don’t trust The banks
It’s sexy and cool
You tell me ;) no really, what’s your best guess? (wait for ittttt…. Boom now they are uncomfortable too)
Religious reasons
Then the last one on my notebook page is just a drawing of those 2 dogs from the ‘y’all got legs’ animation in sunglasses and “I got legs”
So there you go
#gammy speaks#disability#mobility aid#cane#cane user#fun things to say to strangers#disabled pride#cripple punk#spoonie#beautiful quote#mobility aid user#talk shit get hit
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i dont want to jinx it but i think my eye is finally starting to get better.......
#very slowly but its not looking as gammy as it did on sunday........#im actually leaving the house Thursday so i'd like to be able to put makeup on lmao#stacey speaks
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Ruben Dias x Reader - A House Is Not A Home Part 5/8
⚠️Warning ⚠️
- car s*x
18+
Ruben's wife dies during childbirth along with their son. Ruben hasn't been in a relationship since. Y/N is a single mother to a four year old boy. She buys a house in the small town that Ruben lives in. The house needs alot of fixing which Ruben helps with, resulting in him slowly falling in love with Y/N. However, falling in love with Y/N makes Ruben feel like he is betraying his dead wife.
Enjoy!
"There she is! I see her! Mommy, mommy!"
You were standing by the town square waiting for the bus. As it pulled up to the station your son, Johnny, spilled out and made a run towards you.
"My baby!"
He ambushed you with a hug and you gladly picked him up and twirled him around.
"Mommy, look what gammy got me."
Your son showed you a little toy car, not bigger than the size of his palm.
"That's for letting me yank out that old tooth of his." Your mother said, as her bad hip had her limping towards you.
"You lost a tooth?" You gasped.
Johnny nodded excitedly.
"Show me."
He displayed his little baby teeth and indeed one was missing.
"Isn't it to early for him to lose teeth?" You asked.
"How can you blame him." Your mother exclaimed. "The stress of moving across the country. He'll be toothless by the time he starts the first grade."
You rolled your eyes, ignoring your mother. She had always been very vocal about you buying a house so far away from home, in the country at that. You had been raised in the city and that's where your mother meant you belong. You suspected that she missed you, with your dad being gone. And now you were taking Johnny from her too.
"It's cold in here, no?"
Arriving at the house you put Johnny down and let him explore his new home. You and your mother started unpacking their things as she had agreed to stay with you for a few days.
"It's the heater. I think it's broken. " You immediately got up to sort out the fireplace.
"An open fire." Your mother scuffed.
"Mom don't start."
"Baby, you can't have a four year old running around where there is an open flame. It's dangerous."
"Well, I'm not gonna let him freeze."
"Don't you have someone who can come and take a look at the heater, it can't be impossible to fix?"
You had someone who could come over, but that someone wasn't speaking to you anymore. Two weeks had gone by since you last spoke to Ruben, the last time being when he kissed you. It was petty and childish of him not to want to sort things out as an adult and so you decided to let him be, to not hunt him down for answers or help anymore.
The following days involved a lot of administration work for you. For this you were grateful for your mother's presence, as she helped you get Johnny's insurance sorted, the house insurance sorted and help you enroll Johnny to a nice kindergarten. It was all going well and Johnny really seemed enjoy his new town.
"Look, horse!" He exclaimed, as the three of you had joined the locals at a street market that the town had put together. Many people were selling their own goods like crops and honey. One farmer was even letting the kids ride his horse around the block.
"Careful Johnny, don't get to close to it."
"It's okay mom. The horse is tied up."
The farmer let Johnny pet the horse and sit on it's back. Meanwhile you and your mother checked out the many market stands, one of them being Katarina's.
"Y/N!" She exclaimed at the sight of you. "I haven't seen you for ages, where have you been?"
"You know...fixing up the house."
"Really? Has Ruben been up there helping you?"
"Um...no, not really."
"No?" She frowned. "Then what has that man been up to theses days." She murmured. "He barley comes over either."
"Who's Ruben?" Your mother budged in, which was a good time for you to introduce her.
"Mom, meet Katarina. Katarina and her husband let me stay with them after the storm damaged my house."
"Of course." Your mother nodded. "Thank you for taking care of my baby."
"Mom." You were embarrassed.
"With pleasure, she's lovely." Katarina offered your mother her hand. They both smiled as they shook.
"Mommy, mommy!" At some point Johnny came running, tugging at your jeans. "I rode the horse mommy, did you see?"
You picked him up and wiped a dead eyelash from his cheek. "I did see you baby, you looked really cool."
"Gammy, did you see me. I looked cool."
"I did see honey." Your mother gladly unhanded Johnny from you, giving his face a round of wet kisses. As Johnny squirmed in anguish you noticed Katarina and the peculiar expression that had come across her face.
"This is my son, Johnny." You realized that you hadn't told her about him, you hadn't told anyone about him.
"You have a son?" She smiled, although her smile was stiff and a bit sorrowful.
"Yes. He just turned four. He has been living with my mother up until now..... because of the house."
"Of course." Said Katarina. "May I ask, does Ruben know about him?"
"Who, my son?"
"Yes, dear."
Well he knew of Johnny, you thought. Little did he know...."Yes, yes he does." You lied.
Katarina nodded her head but remained silent. Suddenly she perked up. "Tell you what, why won't you and your family come over for dinner tonight? David is hosting a small gathering to celebrate the years harvest."
"We accept the invitation." Your mother said, beating you to it.
"Wonderful. I'll see you at our house at six, there'll be a BBQ so come on an empty stomach.
"Thank you Katarina."
Back at the house you weren't sure if you wanted to attend this gathering.
"Why not?" You mother protested, surley she was up to it for the free BBQ, the fact that she wouldn't have to cook for once.
"I don't know mom." You weren't really in the mood.
"Does any of this have to do with that man the lady mentioned, Ruben?"
You were astonished how alert your mother were at picking up on things.
"She said he used to come over and help you with the house and now he's not coming over anymore, no?"
You shook your head. "No."
"My sweet child."
"Well you've made things difficult for yourself indeed. But you'll get a chance to tell him the truth, I'm sure he'll understand."
"He's just a friend mom, really." You assured. "He was the previous owner of this house and I think I made a mistake not to tell him about buying the house in grandad's name. Ruben thinks Johnny's is my husband."
"You think so?"
"Yes, now let's get ready for that BBQ."
Okay, you were a little excited for the BBQ. You loved spending time with your friends and leaving the city left you without no social life whatsoever. You needed stability and Johnny needed a proper introduction to the locals. But as you walked through the gate to Katarina and David's backyard, something caught your eye. A familiar face stood by the grill, flipping burgers with ease. It was Ruben.
"Well I'll be damned." David removed his cap at the sight of them.
"Y/N!" Someone exclaimed, making heads turn your way, including Ruben's. Katarina had been coming down the steps to the back porch when she spotted you. "David, come! I'd like for you to meet Y/N's family." She waved for her husband to get up off his seat. The two of then came towards you in a way that felt like you were getting attcked. Behind you you could hear your mother coming through the gates, little Johnny in her arms.
"David honey, this is Y/N's mother...".
"Tanya." Your mother smiled.
"Nice to meet you Tanya, I'm David."
"And guess who this is..." Katarina was eager to unhand Johnny from your mother, taking him into her own embrace. She was good with children, you could tell immediately.
"Well who's this little guy?" David said, poking out a finger to tickle Johnny's belly. His laughter echoed throughout the backyard.
"This is Johnny honey. Y/N's son."
A light lit up David's eyes. "Well, how old are you son?"
Johnny was a bit shy but managed show his age with his fingers.
"Now I bet you couldn't guess how old I am?"
Johnny bit his lip, but decided to show off all of his five fingers.
"Five!" David laughed. "That's right son, I'm five years old." David laughed so hard that he struggled to breath.
"Oh honey don't be such a fool." Katarina sighed. "Please take Tanya inside and help her fix herself a plate."
"With pleasure." He said, escorting your mother inside.
"I better check if anything needs a refill. She said, handing Johnny back to you. "Please help yourself to a drink."
As Katarina rushed inside she passed by Ruben who looked to be coming your way. The two exchange a few words, resulting in Ruben really coming your way.
"Hey."
"Hi."
Johnny hid his face in the crook of your neck. The giant shadow that Ruben casted upon you had frightened him a little.
"It's okay baby, it's just Ruben."
"How have you been?" He asked, mostly out of courtesy. Perhaps Katarina had made him come over and talk to you.
"Fine, I guess."
"Kat tells me your family is visiting."
"Yes, my mother is here."
"And who is this guy?" He smiled. Johnny had dared come out of his hiding place.
"This is Johnny Jr, my son."
Ruben looked taken aback but quickly composed himself. "Oh, so he's named after his father?" His gaze trailed somwere over your shoulder as if someone was about to walk through the backyard gates.
"No. He's named after his grandfather actually."
"I..." Ruben looked confused, struggling to put two and two together.
"I've been meaning to tell you." You said, rocking your body back and forth as Johnny was becoming heavy to carry.
"Tell me what?" Ruben asked.
"About Johnny, my grandad."
"Your grandfather's name is Johnny?" He frowned.
"And my son." You nodded.
"And your husband..."
You shook your head. "No. It's just me and him, me and Johnny."
Ruben was about to open his mouth and say somthing when Katarina was seen re-entering the backyard.
"We're out of potatosallad! Ruben I'm going to need you to run to the shop and buy me some more potatoes."
"Um...sure."
"Y/N, you go with him."
"W..what why?"
"Because we're out of juice. There's nothing else for Johnny to drink but water. You go with Ruben and help him pick out your son's favorite juice."
"Um...okay."
"Here, I'll take Johnny, let him take a nap inside."
"What are you..."
He had been drifting off in your arms without you noticing. As the two of them disappeared inside you had no other choice but to go with Ruben. You expected a quiet and awkward ride in his truck, but to your suprise the car ride didn't last two blocks.
Ruben made a sharp turn, parking his truck near a deserted grove.
"Ruben?" You asked expectantly, a bit shook form the bumpy ride.
"No." You sighed. "I'm not married. Johnny's father.... It's a complicated story."
"So you're not married?"
Ruben turned in his seat to look at you. He was picking up where you left off.
Ruben was looking at you with big eyes, almost demanding you to go on.
Your eyes diverged from his face to your hands. "I was a young nurse volontueering in a community in Colombia." You said, not so fond about bringing up memories of your past. "As political rebels started infiltrate the small town, the government put military forces in to stop them. It's how I met Johnny's father, he was patrolling near the hospital where I worked. One thing led to another and Johnny was born."
You looked up to see Ruben take in your words but the dent between his eyebrows told you that things weren't all clear for him.
"All you need to know..." You sighed. "...is that he's not involved. Like not at all. I don't even know where he is." You shrugged. He could be stationed in another town in Colombia, or he could've been killed by rebels a long time ago. You wouldn't know. "It's just me taking care of Johnny, it's aways been like that. Of course my grandparents were there for me during my pregnancy. Gosh, how I wished my grandad was here to see Johnny grow up." You trailed off, the past memories making you realize how much you've had to overcome. Ruben sat silent next to you. Until he wasn't.
"So when I kissed you..." He said, words uttured cautiously.
"Yes?"
You chuckled. "No Ruben, I didn't mind. I actually..."
"...you didn't mind?" He asked.
It was all he needed to hear. Ruben leaned over and did it again, placing a soft peck on your lips. As you parted you opened your eyes, only to find Ruben smiling at you.
"That was..."
"Y/N, I thought I...."
"Sshhh." You sushed him, his scruffy beard tickling the palm of your hand. "Just kiss me again."
You uncovered your hand from his mouth. Ruben scooted closer, unbuckling his seat belt. The two of you were making out within seconds of your lips colliding. Soft moans filled the narrow space in the car, with Ruben having you lay down in the passenger seat.
"Y/N, you must know....it's been awhile."
You could tell by how eager he was, his hands finding their way underneath your shirt and bra, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples.
"It's okay Ruben, I'm on birth control."
His breath was in your ear, running warm. You could tell how turned on he was by the way his erection pressed against your stomach. He was tugging at the bud of your zipper, pulling it down as to slip a hand down your pants.
You gasped.
"Fuck." He grunted, his fingertips feeling how swollen and wet you were for him.
"Ruben." You cried. For someone who hadn't been intimate for a while he sure knew how to tease you.
"Please." You begged.
He sat back to pull your jeans down your legs. Once they were off he got on top of you again, one hand unbeckling his belt. He pushed your panties aside and let his tip spread your folds. Once his cock was aligned with your entrance he eased into you with a satisfied groan.
"Fuck Y/N, you feel so good."
"Fuck, I'm sorry." He said, sitting up, regaining his composure.
Your walls clenched around him, not yet adjusted to his size. You arched your back as Ruben began thrusting his hips, bringing himself in and out of you in waves. The truck rocked with his movment and anyone passing by would know what was going on inside of it, but in that moment neither of you could care less.
Ruben came before you, his body collapsing on top of you. You lay like that for a minute, just holding onto each other, letting your breaths come down from the high.
"It's okay." You reaching for your pants. "We better get back before Katarina wonders where we've gone."
Ruben chuckled. "I think she already knows.
"What makes you think that?" You said, adjusting your hair in the trucks rareview mirror.
"Because... David and I helped Kat buy about ten kilos of potatoes the other day. There is no way one BBQ made her run out."
Ruben was right about the potatosallad. As you returned from the shop with Johnny's juice, everyone with a plate of food also had a side of potatosallad on it.
"Back from the shop I see." Katarina said, grinning from ear to ear. She, your mother and Johnny were seated together. "How did it go?"
"Wow, you're really strong!" Johnny exclaimed, looking up at Ruben with admiration.
"Great." Ruben smiled, he looked to you, a twinkle in his eye. He then looked down at the table, to Johnny, who was going off with his crayons. As a shadow was casted Johnny looked up from his coloring book, his big brown eyes wide with curiosity. "Hi!" he said, waving shyly at Ruben.
Ruben, who had been taken aback by the sudden introduction, forced a smile onto his face. "Hey there little guy! It's nice to meet you." Ruben tried to sound calm and confident. But as soon as he saw Johnny's tiny hand wrapped around his own large one, all of his doubts melted away.
Ruben laughed and ruffled Johnny's hair. "Well, I like to think so," he said. "But you know what? You're pretty strong too."
You were standing to the side, feeling your heart swell at the two of the interacting. The night would go on with Johnny never wanting to leave Ruben's side and with Ruben never letting him do so. Just like Katarina, he was a natural with kids, you could tell immediately.
#fanfiction#football imagine#ruben dias#man city#manchester city#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias imagine#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#football angst
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prompt by @triassictriserratops
Modern AU. Katniss and Peeta are best friends. She keeps sabotaging his relationships and he's finally fed up and confronts her about it.
[I'm sorry, I made it hilarious]
"Prim! Ew!" I pushed her away, falling backward on my bed as she shoved her phone in my face.
"Look!" Prim yanked on my hands, which I used to guard my eyeballs from her phone. "Oh my God. You are such a baby!"
"I don't want to see a cadaver! I don't care if it's for science! It's gross!" I shoved her away and rushed for the other side of the bed, throwing myself off it.
"Oh, I'm Katniss, and I love to be a scared little baby." She mocked in a breathy voice. "Look at me!"
"You're literally such a nerd you can't even bully me correctly."
"I-"
"What the fuck Katniss?!" We both jumped, hearing the front door slam open. Peeta's irritated face appeared at my doorway. "What in the-- oh hey, Prim."
Prim stared at him with her mouth open. Hanging upside down from my bed like that she looked twelve years old again. She glanced towards me with an alarmed expression.
"What right do you think you have to come in here like that?" Prim flipped herself right side up, pushing up against the mattress to sit up and glare at him.
"Uh-" Peeta looked sheepish. "Yeah, my bad."
"Your bad?!" Prim jumped off the bed. "'Your bad'? Fuck off!" She shoved him out of my doorway. "Apologize!"
"I-" Peeta's mouth opened and closed for a moment. He turned to glare at me, "No! Ask your sister what she did!"
"Um," I tried to speak up, but Prim waved me off.
"She did nothing; you're the one who came in here like a Neanderthal. Apologize!" She insisted.
"What? No!" Peeta tried to shoulder past her, but she pushed him back. He leaned against the hallway with a groan.
"Prim, you don't even live here. Go away." He said to the ceiling.
"How-"
"It's fine. Can I just talk to him? Alone?" I interrupted.
Prim looked into my eyes, picking up that I would be fine. She turned back to Peeta. "I'm going to be in the kitchen." She walked off.
"Bye!" Peeta said sarcastically. Under his breath, he added, "Little twerp."
"I heard that!" Prim shouted back. Peeta ducked out of the way of a flying object. "Ass!"
He stuck out his tongue at her. Turning my way, his face shifted from annoyed-at-Prim to actual anger.
"So..." I picked up a book from my nightstand. "You heard."
"I heard? Oh, man, did I!" He crossed his arms, looking incredulous. "Katniss, this got back to my mother. My dad called to ask me to go with them to church. Are you fucking kidding me?!"
I cringed, holding the book close to my chest. Peeta crossed the doorway into my room and shut the door behind him.
"I can't believe you would do this to me!" He was just getting started. I could tell he was highly wound up. An all-out rant was on the way. "Did I do something to you? Was I too nice to you? Did I feed you too much? Was it wrong of me to help you pass your driving test?"
I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Ouch.
"'Cause I've been wracking my brain for, like, I don't know, the past three hours trying to figure out why my best friend would throw me under the fucking bus!" The arms were above his head, oh man. "I'm in a sex cult?! Really? A doomsday sex cult. Do you have any idea how my parents are taking this? My mom was sobbing, sobbing. I don't think she's cried since 2008. My dad was saying that if I wanted to be gay, it was fine! But I didn't have to be in a cult to do it?! You told them I was in a gay doomsday sex cult?!"
"Yeah..."
"And, come to find out, it's not just my catholic parents who know this. My brothers," he started to list people off on his fingers. "My teammates, my coach, my girlfriend, Haymitch fucking Abernathy, for Christ's sake. I should thank my lucky stars that my Gammy doesn't know, she'd drop dead!"
If it was possible to cringe harder, I would do it right then.
"Are you going to say anything?" his voice got quiet. He stared at me with wide, unbelieving blue eyes. As if he were seeing me for the first time, and whatever he saw, it was freaking him out. "You just torpedoed my whole fucking life. Do you get that?!"
The book fell from my hands, and to make matters worse, I started to cry.
"I didn't mean for it to get this far!" I sobbed, my hands fluttering about my face. "I didn't even mean to say it! And then Glimmer told everyone. I just wanted her to go away!"
"What." He blinked at me. He looked crazed. "What. The. Fuck. WHAT THE FUCK! What are you saying?!"
"I was just trying to make it stop," I hiccuped, choking on some deeply intense sobs. "I never wanted to start a rumor. I swear it on my life, Peeta. I would never do that to you!"
Peeta stepped up to me the way someone would a live mine. He put his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. He still looked insane. "I." he cleared his throat. "I could kill you, I fucking swear it, Katniss. What in the world possessed you to tell people I was in a gay doomsday cult?!"
I wailed guiltily as Peeta lightly shook me. "I don't know!"
"Tell me!"
"I don't know!" I insisted, covering my face. "All I did was tell Christie you were in a cult so she wouldn't go out with you! Johanna added the gay part! I guess someone else said it was a suicide one. I swear! I'll swear it on Prim's life. Oh! Let's do a blood pact!" Peeta stared at me as if I lost my mind while I grabbed him by the shoulders to shake him back. "Yes! It'll be like being kids again! I have a knife!"
"I'm not doing a blood pact with you!" He stepped away from me as if repelled by some deep, intense force. "You're fucking tainted! Traitor! Judas!"
"I'm not Judas!" I sobbed.
"Judas!" he pointed at me.
"Peeta, come on, please!" I wiped a hand against my eyes. "It was an accident, I swear."
"Why did you say I was in a cult at all??"
"It doesn't even matter!" I bellowed miserably, turning to collapse face down on my bed. "Christie went out with you anyway."
"What does Christie have to do with anything???"
"You're supposed to be my best friend," I accused, pointing a shaking finger blindly. "Not Christie's."
"What?" I felt the bed dip. "Katniss, why are you doing this?"
"I don't want you to have a girlfriend," I moaned. I was so pathetic. "You're going to fall in love and leave me forever."
"Why would me getting a girlfriend stop us from being friends?"
"Don't you get it?" I sat up to stare at him. "I don't want you to have a girlfriend."
"Why?" He said insistently.
"BECAUSE I WANT TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" I screamed. I put both my hands on his chest and shoved him. "Why are you so dense?"
Peeta stared at me, shocked. He was half on the floor and half on my bed. "You want to be my girlfriend?"
"Yes!" I pulled on my hair. "Isn't it obvious? I moved with you to butt fuck nowhere so we could go to college together."
"I thought you just wanted to save on rent!"
"WHY?!" I tossed a pillow at him. "I could have just stayed with my dad back home."
"Oh."
"Yeah," I looked away, smoothing a hand over my messed-up hair.
"Well, you could have just said that instead of ruining my entire life." Peeta climbed back onto the bed. "I thought you knew I liked you."
"WHAT"
"What do you mean what?!"
"Exactly what I mean!"
"Oh my god," Prim rolled her eyes from the kitchen and took a long drink from her glass. "They're idiots."
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3.63 Luca's Ladies
I didn't expect I'd love traipsing around the house in my underwear so much, but I did. Though, it wasn't so much being nearly naked but the fact that I was alone and didn't have to be concerned about anyone else. I could just get out of the shower and do whatever I needed to do without worrying about what to put on. When I considered what to do with my life just before my birthday, I thought about moving out for about five seconds. I didn't know Mama would give me money and thought I couldn't afford it without a job. I also didn't think I'd like living alone. Moreover, I didn't think I was ready for that level of responsibility—and I wasn't. But I'm here now, and it's great.
Last night, I had a nightmare for the first time. Everywhere I went, I felt like someone was watching me. I became very paranoid and walked around, looking over my shoulder, not trusting anyone. In the dream, I went to bed, and when I woke up, this creepy doll was hovering over me. It scared the shit out of me and I woke up screaming. Good thing Sophia had left by then. I blamed Mama's loud ass ghost dog and still couldn't believe I met Gammy last night. I thought about it the whole time I jogged that morning and could not stop grinning. What a woman. No wonder Mama talked about her so much.
Speaking of Mama, she called on my way to the resort. I went back there to take a yoga class so I could speak with the instructor about the possibility of teaching. She said she heard I had a girlfriend and had moved in with her. I knew Less couldn't keep it together. I thought I detected a hint of snark mixed in with her excitement, and I was right. She said she was offended that she was not the first to know, especially after I had promised she would be. To cheer her up, I mentioned we would be by later so she could meet Sophia. I think that sufficiently got me out of the doghouse.
I was the only one in attendance, so the instructor began the class. She was really good—better than all the other instructors I'd experienced. And get this. I could finally bend all the backwards without falling over! While I acknowledged my continuous improvement, I frequently struggled to perceive the growth, except in distinct moments like this where the disparity from before was unmistakable.
After class, I introduced myself and presented my case. Just like the spa in San Sequoia, she was the full-time yoga instructor, but they didn't have anyone for guided meditation, and I was free to come there and host sessions as much as I wanted. That wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear, but it was something.
On the way to Mama's house, I had all kinds of emotions. I was excited for two of my favorite ladies to meet, felt dread over the potential meddling and heckling, but most of all I was relieved that I could finally put all the pieces of my life together.
"Are you okay?" Sophia asked.
"I'm perfect. How about you?"
"I'm good. No concerns here."
"Good."
I took one last deep breath before opening the door. Mama was already waiting for us in the living room and attacked me with a big hug as soon as I walked in.
"There he is! My Mr. Cute Face."
Wow. She hadn't called me that in a very long time.
When she finally let go, I stepped back to begin the introductions.
"Mama, this is Sophia."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, finally, Ms. Murillo," she said.
Did she...bow? Homage to us meeting in Mt. Komorebi maybe? I didn't peg her as someone who would pour it on thick like that, but Mama ate it up, of course.
"Oh my," Mama exclaimed. "You are even more gorgeous than I remember! You can call me Emmy. I am SUPER glad to meet you! Come sit! Tell me everything."
I knew exactly what she wanted to know: how we went from being Social Bunny friends to living together. But I couldn't tell the whole story without mentioning my other friends, and it wasn't the time or place to broach that with Sophia. Besides, I had a better story to tell.
"Wait a minute," Mama shouted. "You went to the cemetery and didn't invite me? And you saw Mommy??"
"I thought about inviting you many times, but I wanted to go by myself."
"He was gonna call you," Sophia said, "but your mother said she wanted him all to herself."
"Ugh! Even Mommy knew about you before me!"
"Well...I think he was just saving the best for last."
Magical Sophia struck again, saving me from Mama's nosy wrath.
"That is the perfect way to think about it," Mama said. "Thank you, Sophia!"
"Luca tells me you make candles for a living. I think that's really cool. I'm not very good with my hands. I can't even keep plants alive!"
She was amazing with her hands, but this was a family conversation, heh. Mama told her about she had started the business. Apparently, she was pregnant with me when Dad taught her how to make candles, but she didn't get into it seriously until after they separated. After that story, Mama went immediately into sleuth mode since I never gave her any hints about who I was talking to.
I was content to let them talk and get to know each other, but every now and then, I felt like Sophia tried to bring me into the conversation. I appreciated the gesture, but I honestly enjoyed sitting back and watching them converse as if they had known each other for years. It was really incredible. She was incredible.
Mama ushered us into the dining room for dinner later, but Sophia didn't eat. Apparently, she didn't like fish. That was news to me, and I filed it away for future reference. The radio was on, and Sophia excused herself for a private dance party, but knowing her and how considerate she was, she probably wanted to give me and Mama a chance to talk since they had dominated the evening.
"I love her," Mama said.
I knew she would, but I was relieved to hear it.
"Yeah...she's great," I said.
"So..." she said in that tone.
I shook my head, watching the wheels spin rapidly in her head. Here comes the meddling.
"Is this it?" she asked casually. "She's the one?"
I couldn't tell if that was a real question or a strong suggestion disguised as a question, but I didn't mind answering.
"Yeah...I think she is."
"Good."
I kept waiting for the rest of the questions, but she said nothing more. Maybe she was contrite when she said she'd tone down the meddling. I halfway believed her when she said it, but was glad to see she meant it.
Sophia came back to the table as Mama collected and washed our plates.
"Sorry about that. When your song calls, you gotta answer!"
"Heh, yeah..."
If she said more after that, I didn't hear it. I was in a Sophia-induced trance. She was absolutely amazing! As I gazed at her, all that remaining fear I had about everything quickly melted away. At home, we were in our own fantastical bubble where no one existed but she and I. But this...watching her in the homes I used to live in, charming and befriending my family...this was real life, and I loved seeing her in it. She fit so perfectly, and I loved her so much. All I wanted to do was tell her over and over again! But the moment wasn't right. Truthfully, I didn't didn't want Mama fawning all over me and causing a scene. And...I didn't trust that Sophia and I could keep it together, if you know what I mean.
I beckoned for her to come to me and squeezed her tightly.
"My mom is in love with you," I whispered.
"I'm flattered," she whispered back. "How do I tell her she's not my type?"
She caught me completely off guard, and I doubled over in laughter. This woman was so dangerous and had six million wonderful ways of killing me. Either way I went out, I'd go smiling.
"Luca?" Mama called from the kitchen.
"I'll be right back," I said to Sophia, and sauntered into the kitchen. "Yes, Mama?"
"Hey! I just wanted to say I'm really proud of you, and I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't share things with me. Hopefully we can move past that? I don't want to miss any more of your life!"
Ugh! I knew I had hurt her feelings, but I didn't know she felt completely left out.
"Of course, Mama. Just so you know, it wasn't all you. I had stuff I needed to figure out...stuff I needed Dad for."
She nodded.
"I understand. I'm glad you two got a chance to get closer. That makes me happy."
"It's getting dark. I need to get Sophia home."
"Okay. I hope you guys come see me again soon. I love you, bud. And I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks, Mama. I love you too."
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The first time you met Bob's family was as his best friend. he'd been planning to go home right after your posting together in some desert and on a calm night when both of you were having your dinner in your respectful cabins, he had called you from the landline and asked you if you wanted to go home with him. Of course you said yes. He was a sweetheart and a gentleman and you thought it was you duty to thank the people who had raised him so well. so you went from one hot desert to another, at his family ranch. It was beautiful, the huge concrete house built on a step foundation, a stable just near by with acres of land for the horses and various animals to stroll in. his family had welcomed you like their own. You'd forgotten how good it felt to be admired by so many people, his grandmother was one of the first to greet you. "Ohhh, look at you pretty girl. You goaled a nice one here Bobby." ofcourse she thought that the first girl that bob had brought home after years was his girlfriend. but you were happy to explain to her that you both were just friends (desperately trying to decay the feeling in your chest that had first started when you started seeing him with other girls), to which she gave Bob a cheeky side eyed smile.
then there were his parents, his mom was the sweetest person, treated you like her own daughter the second you stepped out of Bob's truck and onto the rough, sandy road. She’d hugged you and said “so this is the famous Y/n you never shut up about.” Causing you to give Bob a look of bewilderment, the man beside you was neck deep in blush but dismissed it as a friendly gesture from his mother and said that she was only exaggerating (she wasn’t, he indeed never shut up about you). His dad. Contrary to popular belief (one that you had heard at least) that southern dads are scary, his dad was the complete opposite. You immediately knew where Bob got his manners from when you first set eyes on the older man, who simply took your extended hand that was ready to be shaken and pulled you into a hug, patting you on the back. “She’s a good one, son.” You’d overheard him later that night, speaking to Bob while you helped him mother set up the dinner table.
you most favourite part of it though, was meeting his sisters, Lindsey and Sam. Lindsey was older than Bob and had joined the Floyd family with her 7 year old daughter and husband for the holidays. Sam was the baby out of the three. both the sisters were an identical copy of their parents, having their dad’s soft blond hair and their mother’s gentleness, though Sam had acquired a bit of a sassy attitude from her grandmother, it made her even more likeable.
both had stolen you away as soon as you were done with dinner and taken you up to the guest room that you’d be sharing with Bob for the next few days. You knew what was to come, a million questions were to be asked about Bob and his dating life but what you didn’t expect was this: “so, how long have you loved our brother?” Lindsey had asked, a smirk creeping its way up her face as Sam muffled her giggles beside her.
You sat there, mouth glued shut as your eyes widened. "I-I, uhh... well..." You stuttered, struggling to utter out a single word that might difuse you anxiety in the situation.
"how...? how did you know?"
"call it sister intuition." Sam replied smugly; rolling over towards you from her lying position beside Lindsey. she sat up, moving to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear to reveal the one piece of jewellery that was so dear to you. They were a pair of small white dangling pearls, hung onto a thicker gold loop, dropping like rainfall from your ears. Bob had given them to you as a birthday present, saying that when he saw them, he'd thought of you.
"And that..."
"what about them?"
"when Robby was leaving for his last tour, he'd asked mom to give the family pearls to him, 'a special gift.' he'd said to us but we'd heard him mention your name when he was talking to gammy and mom about it." Lindsey explained. she wasn't entirely off from what Bob had told you, but he'd failed to mention that they were a family heirloom. It didn't sit right... why would he give you the family heirlooms? you both were just friends and if feeling were there, you were sure they were completely one-sided.
Later that night, as you sat with Bob on the floor. the amber light from the fireplace lit his face up like fire, he looked so damn beautiful and all you wanted to d-
"-you listening, Y/n?"
"hmm? shit sorry... what were you saying?"
"I said you have to draw 4. Also, I can see you hiding cards under your leg." He repeated, eyes scanning you mischievously as they lingered on a certain part near your legs. you shifted under his gaze, there was something in his eyes that was...
you shook your head, physically trying to let go of your chain of thoughts as you drew four cards from the deck of UNO cards in front you. Deciding that this maay be the best time to ask him about what Lindsey and Sam had told you, you began;
"So... I talked to Sam and Linds earlier...."
"mhmm" looking over his stash of cards before putting another one down.
"The pearl earrings that you gave me." that caused him to freeze, glancing towards you with an open mouth. taking his silence as a green light, you continued; "why did you gift them to me? i mean, they are your family heirlooms and...i guess they will be going to the person you want to-"
The realisation hit you like ice cold water being dumped on you on a chilly day. Bob sat there, eyes turned down, not meeting your gaze. As you tried taking up the new found revelation. How could you be this stupid?
"Bob..." you gulped, itching to ask him but the words were stuck in your throat, refusing to be let out. you moved closer to him, removing the cards in front you so they wont be damaged. taking his face in your hands as you sat on your knees, causing him to crane his neck as he was forced to look.
"Say it." You ordered gently, wanting to hear it from his mouth. "why did you give me the earrings?"
he audibly gulped at the question, you rarely spoke in such an assertive tone and whenever you did, it was a very different experience.
"because..."
"because what, sweet boy?"
“Because I love you.” He muttered, leaning towards your face as his eyes ghosted over your lips. Placing his hands on your hips to try and reach for your mouth.
“Hmm..” You dropped your hand from his face as they wandered onto his broad shoulders, keeping him down. Eyeing him up and down, you shifted forwards onto his lap, sitting yourself down. "say it again."
"I-I love you."
your hands came to dangled around his neck as his wrapped around your torso, keeping you in place. you leaned into his touch, forehead closing in to meet his as you both sat there, heavy breaths mingling into each other's. you closed your eyes, breathing him in. Being this close in proximity wasn't unfamilliar to you both, but this position was. but as you got more comfortable, you sighed, opening your eyes to see his closed ones.
"I love you too."
that caused his eyes to open. Looking to yours as if it held all the stars in the universe. he shifted his head to the side, trying to gain a better angle to look at you while your gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips. Looking hungrily;
"can i-"
"can I kiss you?"
you both asked in the same moment, which caused a giggle out of you. one of his hands wandering over your waist to the side of your torso just as he grabbed the column of your neck, caressing your jaw as your lips met in a ghost of a touch.
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A/n; wellll, that was. let me know what you thinkkk <3333 @bussyslayer333 this one is for you babe, ILYSMMM. Bob is sweetheart and i am a sucker for him.
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A DEAL IN MATRIMONY
08. HIS VOW, YOUR UNDOING.
Chapter Summary: the day has come to walk down the aisle, except there are a few surprises that turn the celebrations into disaster.
Word Count: 6.7k
Warnings: mentions of heart attack.
Index: Previous Chapter. Next Chapter. Masterlist.
The ride back to your house is quiet, though there’s a lot on your mind. You have about a million and one questions pointed at Robert. One of which, why did he jump into the water when you both know he can’t swim?
There’s no mistaking the sinking feeling in your stomach when you watched him jump off of the boat, fearing more for his safety than for yours. You know how to swim, you’ve grown up here, so the only thing keeping you from climbing into the boat was the shock of falling out in the first place.
He dived off the boat, though. There was no hesitancy in his actions. One moment he was reaching a hand out to you then the next he was right beside you, helping you off the buoy. And he kept apologizing. Over and over, he said he was sorry.
Before this weekend, you’d never heard him apologize to you before.
You could have stayed there for hours, wrapped up in Robert’s arms. The strangeness of knowing that you felt comforted by his embrace and how well you fit against him. Since the start of this trip, you’ve hated being in any space with only him, but out on the ocean, sharing his body heat, you didn’t want to be anywhere else.
He stays determined to look after you even when you tie the ski boat to the dock by your house, making sure that you get onto it all right. There was a cardigan in the boat’s storage and Robert made sure that you put it on, saying that it will keep you warm.
It’s blue with wolves knitted on the pockets, another staple of your Gammies. You have one hand shoved into the pocket as you and Robert walk down the dock to reach your house, your other hand linked with his.
You were the one to reach out to him and with how much he’s been worrying, you assume that’s why he let you. Yet, his thumb rubs gentle circles on your skin and his hold is tight. Understandably, he’s still shaken up.
If just the touch of your hand can calm him down, you’ll hold his hand for hours.
Surprisingly, your father is waiting at the end of the dock when you both reach him and as you near, you can see his jaw is set in a tight line. The kind of look all children are frightened of from their parents.
“I want to speak to both of you,” he says, eyeing you two sternly and then crooking a finger to have you follow him.
With the million and one questions you have for Robert, you gain a million more for your dad.
He doesn’t bring you both inside the house like you are expecting. Instead, he brings you over to the shed near the back, pausing at the door to flick you another stern gaze.
“We don’t speak a word of this to your mother.”
It’s an instruction, not just a suggestion, and you start to worry about what’s going on since he’s acting completely serious, not even an inch of common ground between you. Keeping whatever this is secret doesn’t sound like a joyful thing. It sounds like a rather awful thing.
As you and Robert follow your father inside the shed, there’s a metallic click coming from behind the corner wall that grabs your attention and when the man behind it steps out, you swear you see your life flash before your eyes.
“I told you that I’d check up on you,” grins Arthur, a silver pen in his hand which he clicks again.
You’re stunned at your place and Robert beside you is still just the same. The two of you like statues carved right into the floor. The only thing other than Robert that you wanted to bring from New York is your suitcase, not the immigration agent and certainly not into your home.
“What’s going on?” You ask, looking between your father and Arthur.
They’re standing side by side, looking like partners. That alone sends a shiver down your spine, wondering how exactly the two of them met.
“I got a call from Arthur here,” your dad says. “He explained to me what he thinks is happening and frankly, I believe him. So, I flew him down here.”
“Dad,”
Arthur cuts in, raising a hand. “I’ll admit, I was pretty eager on the phone to arrest you, seeing as I’m sure you’re lying, but your father arranged a negotiation on your behalf.”
Quickly glancing at him, your father simply nods his head and you want to wring his neck. You begin to think, too, that all of this could have been avoided if Robert hadn’t damaged his phone, as you distinctly remember hesitantly scribbling your home phone onto the form you signed at the immigration offices.
“You see,” Arthur speaks, looking at Robert. “I was doing some light reading and discovered a funny thing. On the day we met, you said that you hadn’t been in contact with Peter Browning for a while and yet I discover that he made a call to your office that same day,”
Robert shifts his weight at the words and how your dad is staring him down. Of course, with all the lies the two of you told, there was going to be one that bites you in the ass. It just so happens to be one that was said offhandedly and so early in view of everything.
“When I spoke to him, wouldn’t you know, he said he hasn’t heard a single word about his nephew being engaged.”
That’s something neither you nor Robert could have stopped. After all, this started out as being a quick marriage with the intention of a quick divorce, not a weekend away with family bonding.
So much has changed in such a short amount of time and so much has crumbled just as fast.
“Now, this offer is only going to last for as long as this conversation, so pay attention,” Arthur rolls his shoulders back as if he’s going to do some heavy lifting. “You give me a statement admitting that this marriage is a fraud and we won’t press charges, and Robert goes back to Australia. Or, you’re going to prison.”
The pressure you felt on your shoulders back when this first started begins to resurface and you feel completely weighed down by it. The difference between lying back then and lying now is that your dad is right here to witness the whole thing.
One more lie to save your neck, if you risk it. How many more to add to the web? How many more until you get tangled so much that you hang there?
The thing is, you don’t know if this arrangement is as synthetic as it started out. At the start, Robert was just your boss. Now, he’s someone you’ve come to know and in the strangest way, someone you’ve come to care for.
Hugging him back on the boat was because of two reasons; the first being that you were scared and needed comfort, and the second being that you needed him.
No one’s ever done something so stupid before to help you. He can���t swim and he’s made it abundantly clear that he hates the water. Yet, he didn’t hesitate even for a second when you went under.
There aren’t a lot of people you can say would do that for you. At least, outside of your family. But since he told you about his first concert, you’ve started to see him as family too.
“Take the deal,” your dad says, a hand on his hip. “This can all be over and we won’t have to disappoint your mother.”
But, oh but, that will just be another lie.
“Actually,” you start, swallowing hard. “I’d disappoint her if I don't walk down the aisle tomorrow.”
The air shifts with your response when all eyes fall on you. Your dad sighs and Arthur raises a brow, but you can feel Robert step closer to you from behind, his fingertips brushing up against your arm as if he wants you to stop, but why would he?
“She went through all that trouble,” it’s said under your breath, glancing down at your feet.
“You can’t be serious,” your dad says, taking a step toward you like he can stop you from falling off the ledge.
But you stepped off of it a long time ago. Your family already knows how headstrong you are. Once you set your mind on something, it’s set in stone. With the last couple of days on your belt, you’re even more sure that you’re going through with this.
“Here’s your statement,” you say, looking directly at Arthur. “Three years ago I started working for Robert Fischer. Six months ago we started dating and we fell in love. He asked me to marry him and I said yes. So, I’ll see you at the wedding.”
The last part is directed at your father who you stare down like you can drill a hole through his skull if you concentrate hard enough, then turn around to see Robert looking at you just as intently, instead with worrisome eyes.
“Let’s go,” you tell him, tugging at his fingers gently and making your way to the shed door.
He hesitates only for a moment, following behind you when neither Arthur nor your dad does anything to stop it.
As soon as Robert and you are outside, you slam the door shut, and go walking into the house with an even more silent Robert than when you were walking down the dock before, except this time with your hands by your sides.
It’s agitating you that your dad has done this. He didn’t even talk to you about it! A decent, reasonable father would get the word of their child first before doing something as impulsive as bringing a government employee to his doorstep.
He’s still not looking at this as the big picture. He’s only seeing this through his critical eye, not paying attention to or caring about anyone else.
Now, not only do you have the weight of the wedding on your shoulders but the fear of being arrested in front of your family. Everything has turned so upside down, you wish that life would just go on pause to let you breathe.
There’s no sign of life when you enter the house and you assume that everybody is working hard to get everything ready for tomorrow. Flowers and ribbons are covering the table in the kitchen and the kettle has been freshly heated, so you know they can’t be far.
Tearing this whole facade down now would wreck them. Your Gammie is the happiest you’ve seen her after leaving for the big city and you can’t even consider telling her that it’s all a lie when so much has already been prepared.
There’s no way you can do that to your family. There’s no way you can do that to Robert.
When you’re back in the guest room, angrily shaking out the blanket that sits on the top of the bed, it sinks in just how quickly everything happened. To think that your dad booked the flight for Arthur irritates you to your core. He’s never been one to do things sympathetically, even though you were starting to think that things were changing.
After three years of constant bickering whenever you two would talk over the phone and the fact that he still kept the grudge when you landed Friday afternoon, then supportive he suddenly became about the marriage, most likely having been threatened by your mother. You really, really thought things were mending. Turns out, he’s still got his finger on the trigger.
It’s dead silent as you swim in your thoughts, not taking notice of how you’ve unfolded and refolded the blanket in your hands for the third time. You don’t know if what you’re feeling right now is real anger, or if the anxiety is finally beginning to buzz alive.
In the corner of your eye, you see Robert make slow steps over to the couch by the window. He stops in front of it for a moment, as if he’s forgotten what to do next, before he finally sits down, casting his gaze over to you.
With you already looking at him from over your shoulder, he seems to think that easing into a conversation isn’t necessary. After all, there’s not much use beating around the bush anymore.
“Why didn’t you take the deal?” He asks, and his voice sounds smaller than you’ve ever heard it.
You sigh, turning around to unfold the blanket again. “We have an agreement, Robert.”
“But it was a good deal.”
“Yeah, my dad did pretty well, given the circumstance.”
Your voice is dripping with sarcasm, but taking this topic lightly is something you don’t feel strong enough to handle. Deflective humour is a defence mechanism for some people, isn’t it? Maybe that’s what you’re doing. If you’re being honest with yourself, though, you’re not entirely convinced.
What good is that offer to Robert, anyhow? If you take it, he’ll be deported. Stopping that from happening is the entire reason why you both started this. Now, it’ll end. So close to the finish line, so close to freedom, and so much for the happy ending you were beginning to believe was within your reach.
Robert speaks up, his voice firmer. “Are you sure about this?”
“Not really,” it’s the only honest thing you’ve said in the last half hour.
Sometimes it feels like you aren’t taking this very seriously. It’s exhausting, springing back and forth between being completely against this and entirely in its corner. There are too many variables to take into consideration, especially now. The deal isn’t just between you and Robert anymore, as much as it started that way.
It’s only when you fold the blanket once more that you notice that you’re shaking some, but Robert’s hand touches yours when it seems he notices it too. You hadn’t heard him come up behind you, being so focused on worrying.
His touch draws you away from your fidgeting, turning slightly to meet his eyes which are already set on you. The once ice-cold feel of them has completely changed, instead feeling gentler. He doesn’t look like the businessman you know him to be. He just looks like Robert, and that manages to calm you down, his thumb rubbing featherlike circles into your skin.
You want to steal this moment. If you can do anything at all to keep it, you’ll do it. You just want to be here with Robert. He’s part of your home now, too.
There’s a knock at the door but Robert doesn’t spring away from you, not like he would whenever someone interrupted you both. Not that there’s much to interrupt, but it feels a little late now to be unperturbed by the intrusion.
“Oh good, you’re both here,” smiles your Gammie as she walks through the door. “We’ve got everything ready for tomorrow, but you, Robert, need to come with me.”
He gives a short smile, dropping his hand from yours, stepping out of the moment the two of you were sharing, and turning to give Gammie his full attention. She keeps talking, though, if he was planning on saying something.
“You can’t sleep in the same bed tonight, so give the babymaker a rest, okay?” She takes the blanket from your hands, smiling at you both. “Now, kiss your bride goodnight. Come on.”
She leaves out the door within another second, life going back to its quick pace, and Robert looks down at the ground, the smile still on his lips, only softer. Some part of you wants to reach out to him, but you hold yourself back.
“If you don’t go with her right now,” you start, and his smile becomes fuller when he looks at you.
He nods. “She’ll come right back.”
You replicate the smile back to him, humming in agreement. Funny how it only took a weekend for Robert to understand your family so well. You suppose they’re not the most subtle bunch, though, so getting to know them hasn't exactly been a choice.
The space between you feels wrong like it shouldn’t be there. You’re used to saying goodnight to him now, knowing he’s only a couple of feet away from you. Tonight, you’ll be all by yourself. Not the best recipe for anxiety, since you know your mind will be racing all night, not giving you a moment of shuteye.
Robert leans over to grab his pyjamas folded nicely for him on top of the bed, as they were done every morning, weighing the material in his hands for a moment. Everything is taken slowly. You keep the silence stretching as he keeps his feet where they are until the length of it reaches its breaking point and he heads over to the door.
Before he can walk out, you turn around and say, “I’ll see you in the morning?”
His smile is still there when he meets your eyes, looking boyish and sincere. But handsome also.
“Yeah,” he says. “See you in the morning.”
When he walks out the door, you get this jittery feeling in your chest that he won’t be here when you wake up.
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Robert can’t sleep all night. He is kept awake with that voice in his head again, not just screaming this time but wailing, telling him that he’s a liar and a fraud.
Everything is so complicated but around you, everything feels right. It fights against his conscience, making him feel sick when he’s not sure which side of the fence he’s sitting on and where exactly he’ll tip—on solid ground, or right into his grave.
Life here was starting to feel pleasant and comfortable. He didn’t think he would get used to it so quickly, or at all, but within a couple of days, he felt ready to call this place his home. To call your family his family, and to call you his wife.
He wants to wear the rings your father had given him. He wants to visit for the holidays. He wants to be an uncle, even though he hates kids. He wants a life with you.
Robert wouldn’t have been able to sleep much even if he wanted to, as your family is onto him the second the morning sun streams through the windows where he lies on the living room couch.
Eames gives him a shake on the shoulder first, then when he sits up he sees your mother, Gammie, and Oriana running around the kitchen before racing up the stairs, most likely to help you get ready.
There’s his tux on the adjacent couch, placed down by Eames who says they need to leave here by no later than nine o’clock.
As it felt yesterday, the tux fits him comfortably. It’s the first time in over a decade that Robert finds himself struggling to put on his necktie, feeling like it’s both too tight and not tight enough. He fiddles with it the whole way over to the barn, which already looks lovely from the outside.
Inside is even nicer; candle chandeliers and flowers decorating the walls and hanging from the ceiling, with some fairy lights sparkling around the arch at the front on top of a platform. The walk to it feels longer than it is as if the aisle is stretching out just to tease him.
Whether it’s nerves about setting this lie in stone or wedding jitters he’s heard so much about, Robert wants only one thing right now and that’s to talk to you. He wants you to be standing right beside him since this is the first time that he’s by himself, waiting on the platform.
Joe doesn’t make an appearance until nine thirty when people start to stream into the barn. He has a seat saved at the front, directly across from where you’ll be standing, which means no matter where Robert looks, he’ll have your family in sight. He simply gets a rigid look from your father before he’s turning to speak with the neighbours who call for his attention.
A little later, your Gammie and mother enter the barn with beaming smiles on their faces, practically skipping toward their seats. As they come down the aisle, Robert catches Arthur sitting in the back row, seemingly dressed for the occasion. That gives him more to worry about.
If Robert wasn’t feeling sick before, he’s definitely feeling it now.
“She looks beautiful,” says your mother, looking over at him.
The comment snaps him out of his thoughts, which he’s thankful for. He gives her a smile, though he doesn’t have the strength to keep it up for very long. He almost wants to say “I know” even though he hasn’t seen you yet. Whether because he wants to keep your family happy for as long as possible or because he’s sure he’s now feeling those wedding day nerves, he’s not exactly sure.
By nine-fifty-five, everyone is in their seats, waiting for the ceremony to start. Eames comes in just before the music begins to play, having Kevin and Oriana with him to sit with your family. Robert almost can’t hear the music with how loudly his heart is beating. Shattering is more like it.
Then he sees you, walking out from the entrance, and his heart stops.
There’s no other word to describe how you look in your wedding dress other than beautiful. It’s not a traditional white but slightly gold, and it looks perfect on you. It makes the gold accents of all the decorations make more sense, seeing as the coloured material almost glitters with each step you take down the aisle.
It’s both too slow and too quick when you make your way over to him, your arm in your Gammie’s who walks you down the aisle, much to Robert’s surprise. You aren’t wearing a veil either, so keeping your gaze is easy, though he thinks he wouldn’t have been able to look away even if he tried.
He wants to try and make this feel authentic, though. He wants to feel, even if just for a moment, like he really is a groom, watching his bride walk up to him with a glowing smile. If this were real, he thinks he’d be tearing up, but the weight of reality keeps him from falling into daydreams.
Robert’s settled a bit when after you kiss your Gammie on the cheek and take your place beside him, you give him a smile he truly knows is genuine. He gives you one back, but he hopes you don’t see how weak it is. If you weren’t holding a bouquet, he’d reach for your hand.
When the ceremony begins, Robert finds that he doesn’t listen entirely to the speech. His mind is elsewhere, digging through the thoughts that kept him awake last night. He picks each one up, frowns at it, and goes on to the next thought, repeating the same process.
The nerves are starting to bubble over when he begins to fidget in his spot, fiddling with his hands. The barn feels like it rises eighty degrees, burning his skin down to the bone. He’s sweating, surely, and his throat feels dry, then his senses grow muddled and the minister making his speech says something that almost stabs Robert right through his chest.
Honesty, that’s what he says. A marriage of honesty in front of family and friends, based on authentic love.
That’s not what this is. Only part of that is correct, but Robert feels guilty about the notion of it alone. He settles it with himself right now that no one should ever have to be a Fischer and there isn’t any part of him that could force someone to be, not anymore.
“Wait,” he speaks, raising a hand.
The minister stops his speech, looking at Robert with surprise. Within the pause, you turn to him slightly, but he can’t let this carry on any longer, so he rushes.
“I have something to say,”
“Robert,” your voice clings to him, and he tries to shake it off.
“Can it wait until after?” Asks the minister, briefing overlooking the crowd.
Robert can only imagine what everyone must look like right now, but he won’t have to assume for long.
“No, I have to say it now,”
He turns around, ignoring the way you stare at him, and faces everyone, looking at some of the people he talked with during the party on his first day here, and the neighbours he met in town, and your family who are looking at him with confusion written on their face, though your father is neutral to the cease in the ceremony.
“I want to thank you all for coming, firstly,” Robert begins, swallowing the spikey feeling in his throat. “The place looks beautiful.”
It would have taken hours. Now, with only a few words, it’ll all come crashing down.
You try to stop him again, whispering to him, but he keeps talking, knowing that if he stops now then he’ll never fix the mess he’s made.
“I’m an Australian,” he says, earning some confused looks and chuckles within the crowd, “with an expired visa who, three days ago, was going to be deported. So, I did the only thing I could think of to keep that from happening and forced the woman beside me to marry me.”
Though the words are already spoken, you still inch toward him, whispering, “Please.”
It sounds like your voice is going to break and that almost breaks him, but he already has everyone’s attention and he’s said more than enough to keep it. Everyone’s face has dropped. The only face that stays amused is Arthur’s.
“She has an amazing work ethic, something which I think comes from her family,” he looks over at them, not missing how sad your mother and Gammie have become. “And for three years I watched her work harder than anyone at my company. I knew that if I threatened her position she would do just about anything, so I blackmailed her to come up here and lie to you.”
With a shaky breath, he turns toward where your family sits, knowing this is far more personal than a confession to a crowd. They’re the ones deserving of an explanation and an apology in that as well.
“I’m so sorry,” he says. “You have a wonderful family. Please don’t let this come between you. This was my fault.”
“Robert,” you say his name again, hopelessly.
He turns to you for the first time since he started talking, seeing just how despairing you look. He knows that if he had looked at you before, he wouldn’t have been able to say the words. All he wants is to be with you, but you deserve better.
“We had a business deal and you held up your end of the bargain, but the deal is off.”
He says it professionally, immediately shedding the person he became by getting to know your family. He’s only the manager of Fischer-Murrow now, nothing else.
Turning away from you before he can see the tears fall from your eyes, he walks down the aisle, catching Arthur’s attention and telling him to meet him at the dock to be his ride to the airport.
As soon as Robert walks out of the barn, he lets himself cry.
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The whole thing turns into chaos the second Robert leaves. Your father keeps his collected attitude even though your mother is rushing toward you, grabbing you by the arms. She looks like she’s going to shake you, probably even start shouting, but all of it dies when she groans, turning away from you.
Oriana is out of her seat next, dragging you closer to them all by the wrist. There’s already so much commotion happening with everyone in the barn and through it all, you happen to make out the back of Arthur’s head as he slips out the door.
“Is it true?” Your sister asks.
Your family is crowding you now, all of them—Gammie, Eames with Kevin in his arms, your dad, your sister, and your mother—making a circle like a pack of vultures. There’s no use lying to them now, not with how much Robert said, the idiot! How could he do this?
“Yes,” you tell them, and they all sigh like their souls drop out from under them. “I’m sorry.”
“What were you thinking?” Your mother cries, raking a hand through her hair.
“I don’t know,”
“To think that he forced you,” Gammie mutters.
Your first instinct is to jump to Robert’s defence and say he didn’t force you to do anything, but that’s exactly what he did. After all, he was a completely different person before the weekend. You almost forget about that. Yet, you don’t think your opinion has changed.
“Look, I’ll explain everything, I promise,” you say, passing the bouquet onto your sister. “I just need to sort this out.”
Off you run out of the barn, ignoring the words of everyone whom you pass and the people who try to stop you, wanting an explanation. But you’re determined to stop the wheels that are in motion.
When you get to your house, you hope that you’ve made it before Robert can run off and leave you with all the mess he’s made. After barging through the front door, you look for him in the living room where he had stayed the night, seeing no sign of him, and jog up the stairs and into the guest room where he must be.
The mess you remember from this morning when you were getting ready is all gone, cleaned away, and there’s something on the bed right beside the tux Robert was wearing, laid out neatly with the man in question nowhere to be seen.
What’s on the bed is an envelope and you open it a little too roughly, pulling out the piece of paper inside. A note. In Robert’s handwriting.
I meant what I said, you read. You have an impressive work ethic. I didn’t want to approve your referral because I didn’t want to lose such a good worker, but I know how selfish that is. I’ll authorize it when I’m back in New York. Have a wonderful life. You deserve it.
But a life without him is going to be anything less than wonderful. You can’t believe that’s it. That’s all he has to say, written in a note since, apparently, he doesn’t have the decency to say it to your face.
You might have screamed if it weren’t for the knocking on the door, and you spin around to see your sister standing there.
“Is he gone?” She asks.
“Yeah,” you nod defeatedly. “He’s gone.”
“I’m sorry,”
“Don’t be,” it’s huffed and you rage. “All he’s ever been is a pain in my ass. So, good riddance! Right?”
Oriana shifts her weight, opening her mouth to say something but you’re seething at this point, spilling out every thought you have about him.
“Three years! I spent three achingly long years with that bonehead and never once has he ever said anything nice to me, and then he goes ahead and writes this note without so much as a goodbye. I— I hate him!”
Scrunching up the note in your hands, you throw it off to the side and your sister sighs, tilting her head at you. She does that annoying older sibling thing where she only has to say your name for you to fizzle down from your boiling pot.
“Sorry,” you say. “He just drives me crazy.”
“I can see that,” Oriana chuckles, stepping toward you and placing her hand on your arm. “So, you’re just going to let him go?”
Yes. He didn’t do you any favours by leaving, since this is going to hang around your family forever. The next guy you bring home to meet your family is most likely going to get interrogated, if not by the whole town as well.
But as much as it hurts, you can’t see yourself ever doing that. Not that you were looking but now there’s no one else who can take Robert’s place. Your Gammie grew attached to him so easily and when you found out more about him, effectively chipping away at that stone wall, you realized how good a guy he is.
You hate to think it, but Robert Fischer is the man you want to marry.
Can you let him go now?
No. You can’t.
“He’ll be at the airport,” you say, gripping your sister’s arm. “If we leave now—”
“We can catch him,” she nods. “We’ll take Eames’ car.”
It doesn’t even bother you at all that you’re still in the wedding dress, only focusing on getting to the airport as soon as possible to stop Robert from leaving. Oriana and you practically race down the stairs to leave out the front door and your family has made their way over from the barn, reaching you as you sprint across the grass.
“Where are you going?” Your dad asks hotly when you’re within ear’s distance.
“To get Robert,” you say, stepping around him.
He reaches out for your arm, holding you back. “You can’t be serious?”
“I am serious, dad.”
“Let’s not argue,” your mother pipes in, reaching you both.
“No,” your dad huffs. “You’re not going anywhere.”
The frustration grows quickly and with how angrily you and your father are speaking to each other, you know that it’s the equivalent of throwing the kitchen sink at each other.
“Stop it!” Shouts Gammie. “Please, you two, stop it—!”
You would have kept arguing with your dad if it weren’t for her shouting, but it’s the sudden gasp that comes after it that tears you away immediately from your bickering.
She tumbles to the ground within the next breath and you see it before your dad does, who spins around on his heel and races with you over to where she’s collapsed.
“I think she’s having a heart attack,” your mother worries, pushing at your father’s shoulder.
“I’ll call the ambulance,” he says, knowing what the pushing means.
He’s on the phone within a second, hurriedly telling the paramedics where you are and to come here as quickly as possible.
Holding onto Gammie’s hand is the only thing you can think to do until help arrives, starting to feel so overwhelmed with Robert leaving and your Gammie having a heart attack that you’re crying silent tears without knowing it.
All who have come from the barn are watching with worry, murmuring about what might happen. Their words don’t help. In fact, it only inflames your panic.
You just lost Robert. You can’t lose Gammie, too.
The hospital jet manages to land on the dock within a couple of minutes, relievingly, and your family helps Gammie into it, then pile inside.
It’s you, your dad, your mother, your sister, Eames, and Gammie in the back of the jet. Eames mentions how he had given Kevin to one of his mates to look after, insisting on coming with everyone. He sits beside your sister, tightly holding her hand.
With the oxygen mask on, your Gammie looks worse than when she was on the ground, now lying with her eyes closed on the bed installed into the jet. She comes to a moment later, tugging the mask down to her chin against your family’s protests.
Your dad pipes up first, bringing attention to how she reaches out her hand for you to take, holding it with both hands. Yours are shaking.
“You two…” she starts slowly. “You have to stop fighting. You might never see eye to eye but… but you’re family,”
She doesn’t sound as weak as you assume, but her words are rickety. They’re hard-hitting, too. That’s the way with family, isn’t it? You may scream at each other and not see everything in the same light, but at the end of the day, you’re still family.
There’s nothing in the world that you want to come in between you all again. Not after the events of the weekend. Not when you remember how important they are to you.
Gammie looks at your dad. “Promise me that you’ll stick by your daughter even when you don’t agree with her,”
He nods instantly. “I promise.”
Then she looks at you. “And promise me you’ll work harder to be a part of this family.”
You offer a heartfelt smile, squeezing her hand. “I will, Gammie.”
“Good,” she smiles, adjusting herself against the pillow. “Now the spirits can take me.”
“Annie…” your mother says, placing a hand on the side of the bed.
Gammie’s eyes close and she doesn’t move, and you shake her hand which is still in yours to wake her up, worried sick that she’s letting herself slip away. She can’t leave yet. Not like this.
But then her eyes snap open and she yanks her hand from you, almost making you gasp in surprise, same as your father beside you and Eames and Oriana on the other side.
“Well, I guess they’re not ready for me,” Gammie sits up, turning to face the front of the jet. “Change of plan, boys. Forget the hospital, take us to the airport instead.”
“Gammie, what—”
“Faking a heart attack!” Your dad cries. “Come on!”
“Well, it was the only way I could get you two to shut up.”
“Oh my gosh,” you breathe out, leaning forward and pinching the bridge of your nose. “You scared me half to death.”
Beside you, your mother chuckles and you take it all in that she and Gammie must have planned this together. You’re relieved to know that you aren’t the only victim with your dad’s reaction and Oriana as well, clinging onto Eames for dear life, aside from the relief of knowing that your Gammie didn’t actually have a heart attack.
When the jet touches down on the tarmac after reaching the airport—faster than it would have taken you and your sister in Eames’ car, yet it’s still been over an hour—you’re afraid to see that there’s a small plane already in its lane.
Sitka Airlines. The same and only flight company that you rode with to get here, now preparing to take off.
There’s no way you can reach it with the heels you’re in, or just by waving your hands since you know that plane won’t stop for some random person in a wedding dress. But you do it anyway, running to cross the lane you’re in to reach where the plane is.
But you don’t make it even halfway before the plane speeds down the lane and flies off into the air, taking the man you’re supposed to marry along with it.
“No, come on!” You shout, letting all the pent-up anger burst out of you.
Robert’s gone, truly. The only thing you have of him is the note he left. You needed more for a goodbye, and he robbed you of it.
“Oh, my dear,” Gammie says, walking up beside you. “I’m sorry.”
Your mother is on your other side, rubbing your back with her hand, and you’re trying not to cry for the umpteenth time.
“I don’t get it,” your dad speaks, looking out of breath though he didn’t run as far as you. “Why are you so desperate to stop him from leaving? Isn’t this a good thing?”
“Oh, Joe,” your mother shakes her head with a berating tone of voice.
He looks over at Gammie, shrugging. “What?”
“She didn’t get to tell him that she loves him,” she explains.
“So that he can tell her he loves her too,” your sister continues, sighing.
“But,” your dad looks confused, scratching at his head. “I thought you hated him?”
“Dad, you’re so oblivious,” Oriana shakes her head.
Hate Robert? No. Maybe at the start, you did. Three years ago you would admit it with clarity to anyone other than him since three years ago all he was to you was your employer. Three days ago, though, he’s become so much more than that.
Though it seems impossible, you don’t hate him at all. That’s far behind you now. There’s only one way you feel about him and you never thought you would, but it’s true and he’s gone before you can say the words to him in person.
You’re in love with Robert Fischer.
A/N: *touches chapter* a lot happened here. I gotta be honest, y’all. I never know what to say other than thank you but really THANK YOU for your unending support.
Wedding divider credit: firefly-graphics
#robert fischer x reader#robert fischer imagine#robert fischer imagines#robert fischer#cillian murphy#cillian murphy character#inception fanfic#inception fic#inception imagine#:a deal in matrimony
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Hunger Games fanfic blurb:
I sipped the last of my water, slow as I could, hoping it would tide me awhile through the heat of the Hobb. Business was slow today. Not that we make much on other days, selling trinkets and scraps of metal and cloth in a district where most people could barely buy bread. But we scrape by.
But today, I hadn't a single body come by to look at the wares. Although, I s'pose, when you've got a Reaping tomorrow, you're probably not in a buying sorta mood. Even Greasy Sae is selling her stew for half price today for the youngins that usually come around to her corner.
Speaking of the youngins, one of them walks my way. The one with stern eyes who brings fresh game from the woods. The butcher's wife says she hunts 'em with a bow and her arrows never miss the mark. Must be nice to have a useful trade like that. Sometimes, she trades me berries for balls of yarn. That's probably what she's making her way over for.
Never got her name. I call her "Stern Eyes" and word around the Seam is she sings like a songbird. My Gammy Maude would've liked that. She gives me berries wrapped in cloth, and I give her the yarn. But she doesn't walk away.
She reaches her hand into one of the boxes, the one with old pins for hair and clothes that might've been pretty once but had gotten rusty and dusty since. Then she pulls out that pin. Gammy Maude's pin that used to belong to her friend. The friend with bad luck in love and even worse in life. Some say she ran away, and some say got shot in the woods by her lover. Gammy said her friend used to sing too. Like a songbird.
Gammy never liked that pin much. Said it never brought nothing but bad luck. I think it just reminded her too much of her friend and the lover who might've shot her. But she still kept the pin till she died. Guess reminders are still reminders.
It's a mockingjay pin. Might be gold, but it's too old and grimy to tell. Could've sold it for scrap metal, but after hearing Gammy's stories, I could never bring myself to melt the damn thing down. And it's not like I could just walk up to the fancy parts of town with a mockingjay pin to sell. The peacekeepers would have cuffed me before I could quote a price. Probably really is bad luck anyway.
Stern Eyes is holding the pin and askin how much. I think of asking for a couple of coins, and then I remember the Reaping. She's probably young enough to have her name in the bowl. More than a couple of times, like every Seam kid. I wonder if it'd bring bad luck to her too. Or maybe it'd bring her good luck. If I'm being honest, I just want the pin gone. Can't keep holding on to a thing like that.
I tell her she can take it. No charge. Can't ask people to pay you for what could be bad luck. Don't know why she picked that one, but I wonder if she knows anything about the last songbird who had it.
I really hope it brings her better luck than Gammy's friend.
Writer's note: I know this isn't accurate to the books where Katniss gets the pin from Madge and the pin isn't really mentioned in TBOSAS. But I remember she gets it in the Hobb in the movie and it does make an appearance in the prequel movie as well. Soooo, that's where this idea came from!
#fandom#my writing#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writerscommunity#thg series#thg#hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#katniss everdeen#lucy gray baird#suzanne collins#tbosbas#tbosas#thg katniss#mockingjay
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I recently watched RTGames' play through of Heavy Rain by David Cage. (you might know it from "endlessly screaming Jason Glitch" or "Comedically disastrous chase scene"). Well, my mind keeps coming back to it, like a child studying a weird bug.
If the plan was to have Jason die by getting hit by a car, why not just have the family outing take place outside? Like a fair or a park. At least that way Jason doesn't seem like the dumbest kid alive for running 100,000 miles away the very second his Dad doesn't have his eyes on him.
also, How did Jason die? Because in the gameplay it definitely looks like Ethan should have taken the brunt of that crash. I guess David Cage was counting on gamers failing that QTE.
The only prominent black characters who get speaking roles is: a ruthless criminal that talks like how a french white man would interpret AAVE, and a random groundkeeper in a cementary whose just there to info dump to the white people.
Madison Paige, the only playable female character, has to fight off men trying to sexually/pyshically assault her not once, not twice but three fuckin' times. And one of those is a dream sequence that has no relevance to the plot.
"Or-a-GAMMIE Kill-ah"
#heavy rain game#rtgames#Also learned from a youtube comment most of the voice actors were french and not all of them spoke english#it shows
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Bf and I cooked dinner for my parents the other day and he got so weirded out because we all do a voice to speak as the cat. And my dad referred to my mom as gammy because I’m the cat’s mom and they are his grandparents
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Having a birthday on the ides of March on tumblr means CONSTANTLY being reminded it’s your birthday soon in the most ominous way possible.
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💌 NEW MESSAGE RECEIVED: @allbettr !
˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ "it was like some form of night psychosis, ava. i'm telling you, you— think of the silent hill nurses. you were walking like them, but ... more tits and limping. speaking of, did— you ever get that checked? your gammy leg, i mean. not a mammogram.
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Point of Interest: Yellow Lion
Yellow Lion, alias of Wyatt L. Dandelion, is the only member of Team Hot Wheels to recruit HIMSELF. Yep, the others did not get a say. He's very hard to get rid of.
Wyatt is a rowdy country boy with a whole lotta gall and a whole lotta guts. What he lacks, often times, is common sense, which is probably why he drives a sizable stunt truck with no real windows, a need to be fixed every other day, and forever lousy seat belts. Lovingly dubbed "the Jump Truck" by it's owner, Yellow's vehicle has been driven in places and ways no one should ever drive.
...ever.
Lion plays the role of the wild card of Team Hot Wheels. He is usually brash, and not very good at listening, especially when Lightning is the one giving the orders. He'll brag and boast about how good he is, to the annoyance of his companions, but at least when the time comes to show his stuff, he comes through (most of the time, anyway). Being raised by his Gammy Gram, the boy has an infallible sense of integrity, as well as showmanship. He may be secretly insecure, but he's not afraid to speak up and do something crazy for the people he cares about.
#hot wheels#team hot wheels#imaginators#lore#secret files#yellow lion#wyatt dandelion#Yellow is the most popular out of the four racers#according to city news#must be his photogenic smile
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3.62 The pit stop
The night ran away from us, and I wanted to let Dad go to bed. Sophia also needed to go home, but there was something I longed to do but never had the courage to do solo. Had I asked Mama to accompany me, she would have been thrilled, but she would have made it about herself. I had no specific reason for feeling that night was the night, but I wanted to take the chance and hoped Sophia would be open to it. She made me brave.
"Hey, ummm...I know it's getting late, and you need to get to bed, but would you mind if we made a quick stop in Newcrest?"
A glimmer appeared in her eyes.
"Your mom's house?"
"Ha! No. Well...not exactly."
As we left Dad's house, she gave me a suspicious look. An unusual feeling of guilt came over me when we got to Newcrest. It felt weird being in the same city as my mom but not going to see her. I watched Sophia closely for any signs of unease as we reached our destination, the cemetery.
"What are we doing here?" she asked curiously.
At least she wasn't afraid.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but I haven't been brave enough to come alone."
She nodded and grabbed my hand. Though I hadn't been there in many years, I found my grandparents' graves as if I had visited every weekend.
"This is my family," I said. "My grandparents, my mom's dogs..."
She peered at all the graves, reading the epitaphs, silently getting to know everyone.
"Gammy—that's what I called my grandmother. She died a day or two before my child birthday. I don't remember her because I was so young, but I know I loved her. I can remember that, but not her. Isn't that weird?"
"Not at all. Love is powerful like that."
"Yeah... I guess it is. My mom brought us here once. Well, twice, but I was way too young to remember the first time. I've wanted to come back here ever since to see if I could meet her. Maybe she could tell me about our life together."
Sweet Sophia threw her arm around my waist.
"I hope she shows up."
The bitter cold cut through us as we stood around waiting for something to happen. To pass the time, I read the epitaphs on the graves too, since it had been a while. I noticed there were only two dog graves, not three. Mama must still have Tofu in the house with her. I understood why she'd keep her, but that couldn't have been healthy. Not only was it a constant reminder of her death, but also what if her ghost showed up? Was it really helpful to carry on with a ghost as if nothing happened?
Speaking of ghosts, one dog came out of the grave in a cloud of smoke. He stood on the plot for a while, taking in his surroundings and paying us no mind.
"Who is that?" Sophia asked.
"I don't know. Never met that one. I vaguely remember the one I used to know."
Out of nowhere, someone grabbed me from behind and threw their arms around me. I thought Sophia had become unexpectedly emotional, but it turned out to be my Gammy!
"Is that my baby??" she shouted.
"Gammy?!"
I embraced her back, squeezing as tight as I could, not believing my eyes. She looked just like she did in all my pictures...minus being transparent, of course.
"What are you doing out here in this cold??" she scolded.
I laughed. That was such a grandma question.
"I came to see you, Gammy!"
"You sure picked a doozy!"
It was strange that I couldn't recall her voice, yet it sounded oddly familiar.
"You've been on my mind a lot lately," I said, "but I don't really remember you. Only that I loved you a lot. I thought if I came here, I could meet you and you could tell me about life before...ummm... Oh, this is my girlfriend!"
Sophia waved.
"I'm Sophia! It's really good to meet you."
"Well, aren't you beautiful," Gammy said. "And so polite and well-spoken! You did good, handsome!"
My face was already red from it being so cold, but if it wasn't, I'm sure I would have blushed. This was so freaky! I'd been a fan of this woman my whole life without knowing her, and now she floated before me, giving out compliments like candy.
"I've gotta call Mama! She's gonna freak out!"
Gammy swatted at me.
"Uh uh! She can come see me anytime! I want you all to myself!"
I put my phone away.
"Yes ma'am!"
"Tell me everything! Where do you live? What do you do? How did you meet this pretty young thing??"
I began my tale in Mt. Komorebi, right after my birthday, right before I almost knocked down Sophia from running inside to get out of the storm. I told her about falling in love with yoga and moving to San Sequoia with Dad all the way to moving in with Sophia.
She high-fived Sophia.
"YES, girl! These men don't know what they want. Sometimes we gotta tell 'em what they want! I am not mad at this! Not at all! You got you a real one, baby! She's gonna keep you in line!"
We all laughed. She was so spunky. It was easy to envision Less and I having a blast with her.
"Your grandson doesn't need keeping in line, though," Sophia said.
Gammy gazed at me.
"Don't I know it. He's a proper gentleman, just like his daddy. How's he doing, anyway?"
"He's good. Getting ready to retire. And...uhhh...he's making friends."
"Good for him! Watcher knows he needs something good after your mama shred him to pieces!"
Mama's other dog woke up and began barking. His volume was incredibly loud and terrifying! I'd never been so startled in all my life.
"What the hell is that??"
"Shush, Hunter! We have company! Ol' loud self!"
"Was he mean?" I asked.
"That ol' Casanova? He's just loud and don't know how to act! Your mama spoiled him rotten and didn't teach him a thing!"
She was so colorful. Her powerful presence made it clear how I could still love her with no memories. She was just one of those sims that made a huge impression.
"I see y'all over there freezing," she said. "Go on and get outta here, now. Come back and see me when it's warm!"
As much as I wanted to whine and say something akin to "five more minutes," I couldn't deny how good dusty ol' Oasis Springs sounded. Besides, I promised Sophia it would be a quick stop, so I threw my arms around Gammy again and said goodbye.
"I'm so glad I got a chance to reconnect with you," I said. "I'll be back. I promise."
"Maybe next time you come, she'll be your wife!" She turned toward Sophia. "You like how I did that? I got you, girl!"
So meddling was a family trait, huh? Got it.
While leaving the cemetery, we overheard Gammy fussing at Hunter, and it was the funniest thing I'd heard all day.
"She was so fun," Sophia said.
"Right? We have to go see Mama tomorrow and tell her about this."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Look, I know I said I wasn't ready, but honestly, it doesn't feel right trying to hide something this big from her. Everyone but her knows about you now. I'll deal with whatever she throws at us."
She held my hand.
"If you say so."
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Hola Dani 😊 ¿cómo estás? How are things in your country? News reports are worrisome 🥲
Max Lightwood-Fucking-Bane
This is going to be amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh no this is Max's last POV 😯
Wait... what do you mean 34/40??? 😭😭
Oh no... my will to live!!! Is running out 😭😭
THE BEGINNING
Baby Max 😍😍😍
Because somehow – and to be very honest, Magnus doesn’t remember how exactly – Alec had ended up adopting the baby.
Is what he does... he's a 10 like that 😌
He wonders if his apartment misses him as much as he misses it.
Aww I feel bad for Magnus I know how bad sudden changes can make you feel, even if it's for the better 😔
“You have to make noises when you are in the stroller, so I know you are okay,” Magnus reminds the baby.
Max please, he's freaking out!!!
“Le Petit Prince,” Magnus smiles. “Of course.”
ALQLELQKW!!! Maxwell stop I already love you ❤️🥰
Ragnor 😍😍😍
If Magnus could only speak five words, he would want Alec’s name to be one of those too.
😍😍😍😍
Magnus screams and covers his mouth in horror. “Nooooo!”
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 it was at this moment he knew, he fucked up!!!
Alec lets out a tired chuckle. “One day, Magnus, you will realize that I love you more than anything in this world. I know that’s hard for you to believe and accept right now. That’s okay. But one day you will. I don’t know what I have to do to make you believe it. But I will. I will make you believe that you will never have to doubt my love for you.”
Alec takes a shuddery breath. “If you want to leave, I understand. This isn’t what you signed up for.”
And suddenly all the doubts vanish.
Dani this entire scene is a masterpiece!!!
Magnus chuckles. He looks at the baby wrapped in the cloth. He places a soft kiss on his head. “You look like a little blueberry.”
I'm so full of happiness right now!!
“Unacceptable! Shame!” Magnus says dramatically. “Our child has been ruined!”
THE MIDDLE
Mavid!!!!!!!!!!
Daniela how dare you hit me in my Mavid loving heart???? I was so happy and now I'm crying over a one-sided text conversation 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Okay I like Alex now 😅
How many Alexanders do you know?
Do you think all of them are a little 🌈
As you should!!
Not enough 🤣
And yes the name comes with the 🌈
Maybe he will kiss him and tell him he loves him and they’ll get married and have to kids and name them Alex and Henry.
Perfect baby names!!!
Some proper grownups Max would call if he needed to bury a body: Aunt Izzy, Aunt Cat. Gammy. Leslie.
Honorable mention: Shinyun.
Note to self: The fact that they are all women really says something about our society huh.
I am love everything EVERYTHING about this 👆🏼
“Master Max. You are destined for many great things,” Elyaas tells him. “Being a cliché is not one of them.”
I am love Elyaas!!!
Note to self: Elyaas supremacy only.
Noooooo!!!! No David don't cry mon petit prince charmant!!!
😭😭😭😭
Max doesn’t want to look at them from the distance.
No.
He wants to be there.
He wants to be there with them.
He wants to be one of those people.
Oh shit!! He's going to see Alec and Magnus and panic again isn’t he?? That was who they saw, it was Max 😭😭😭
Dad lets out a pained scream. It’s drowned out by David’s voice that’s echoing through the walls.
Oh no, this much worse!!
David doesn’t text him back after that.
David leaves for Cambridge three months later.
I hope you're happy swimming in the sea of my tears Daniela!! 😭😭😭
THE END
Ben!!! 😍😍😍
Dad put his face in his hand. “Max. Ben is my friend. Stop pestering us to have sex. It’s very disrespectful.”
🤣🤣🤣 yeah Max!! Stop!!
Max takes the piece of paper out of his pocket. “I have an appointment for a session.”
He is going to therapy!!!! What is this???? ALSLALSLA!!!!
I'M SO HAPPY!!
Note to self: Why the fuck is everyone moving to England? What the fuck? What kind of reverse colonization is this?
🤣🤣🤣 maybe is a sign!! Go to England, kiss David while drenched in rain water and make all his RWRB fantasies come true!!!
“No,” he shakes his head quickly. “You’re just really pretty and I don’t want to accidentally say dumb shit. Wait. I think I just did that.”
My bisexual ass EVERY time I meet someone cute 😒
Note to self: Fuck the patriarchy.
👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼
“Oh, you absolutely do,” she nods vigorously. “But who says both things can’t happen at the same time?”
I am love you Ms therapists 🥰 I am love therapy!!!
Max chews on his lips. He shakes his head. “I’m going for brunch.”
“Thank you, Coraline,” Max smiles. “David and I will name one of our many babies after you.”
They will have so many children!!!
Wait is that who I think it is????
“I’m here to see David,” Max replies. “Where is the love of my life?”
Dad chokes on his wine. “What?”
🤣🤣 epic
“What do you mean where is he?” dad asks incredulously. “He is at the airport.”
Note to self: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
“Christ, Max!” dad laughs. “Stop monologuing and call David.”
I was literally thinking the same!!!!
Then he hears it.
The Harley Davidson.
“Hop on.”
ALSLQKWLQLQLW!!!! THIS IS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED!!!!!
Of course it's white roses OF COURSE!!!
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
He said it out loud!!!!!!!!
AOQHTBQOQL!!!!! I am so happy!!!! OMG!!! They finally... and then... it's like a movie and the airport and the roses and the kiss and RPQUNELALQKSLQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM LOVE YOU DANI!!!! 💚💚💚💚
This chapter is so beautiful is like yes! THIS is what all the pain was for to make this moment so perfect aaaaaahhhh!!!!!! Here *hands you my heart* break it again!!!
Thank youuuu!!!! ❤️ this story is beyond amazing!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
THANK YOU ALEX.
I'm soooooooo glad you liked it. 💚💚💚
Here is a nice mavid song for ya: Love Nwantiti by CKay (this is like a mavid theme song <3 )
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I played alongside my little cousin
This thanksgiving
I used the culmination of my work experience
To elevate the dining experience
Of the youngest member of our family
Well at one point
Just like me
16 years i held onto that crown
Before stepping down
Glad to relinquish spotlight
She seemed so much more willing to perform
But i know the baby is pushing her from her stage for the first time
Shared limelight on the couch in the living room. As mother Mary hands her newborn to the youngest in the room. Without telling her to support the neck, a child holds an infant and the woman call to all to make more.
I look to my queer cousin with a shared reality that our ships have both sailed away from that idea of family. Though we like to come back for snapshots
But maybe Emma was even there as a new boy stole her fame
Something new always develops just out of frame
I’ll be the lighthouse that keeps her from crashing rather than a panopticon, watching for her to trip and fix it.
Adjourn the domestic sphere
For a brief recess
Play in the meadows-grown-over-farm-fields,
be gay backdropped by deer
She says she wants to play hide and seek
No on has asked me to play my favorite game in years
We Negotiate the game rules
But I tell her not to hide outside the fence
Out of bounds, off the map, what would her parents say if i lost her to the woods?
i slink into shadows to count
Riffle through the inventory to keep the magic alive with pretty rocks and natural history
Through whimsy teach her
how to really play hide and seek
We only talk about deserts and the extremes of ourselves
Loves and hates
When we reenter for dinner, I’m sorry to her that i got distracted from our game.
But i cant help but see the record skipping
As i look around the room
See so many that share my face, my brain, my, dna
To feel like you are the same
Yet you can’t sink in
To the seam of the couch
Because they remodeled the farmhouse
Gammie overplayed and overlayed
By leisas wallpaper in a warmer shade
The yellow wallpaper
I stare out and resist the urge to crawl on all fours
Like i did as a little girl
To talk to the animals
Since no one else would take the time
To listen
To understand me
But I’ve made myself understandable to Mankind, i am the ambassador at dinner for child and man, man and woman, the bridge between two spheres. Reconnect the bisected globe
I dont care who else is talking. I’m listening to her
Because she does that to me.
Takes my word on good faith
That i can speak to foxes and can tell stories in cards.
The looks of dissonance behind her eyes. As new information enters her mind and makes its place, the boxes of fact and fiction not unsealed in her mind, not to mentioned emptied and resorted. She opens her mind and the magic that i speak is real, and i get what Peter Pan meant
A boy healing his inner child
The little girl that curled and went dormant inside this suit of armor
Red riding hood was never cut out of the belly of the beast, but My Dear never learned to fear Canine teeth
So maybe I’ll gently lie to her about the details of our world. She’ll be ready to know someday. Until then
I’ll ask her questions and I’ll remember her answers because a 6 year old has a lot figured out
But still needs someone there to direct, guide, and lead the way
Through the woods and through the dark
To find discarded branches from trees
Sticks to throw to the dogs, make even the smartest at ease
And i tell her to only pick up the sticks from the ground
Because those were the gifts the tree left
And my little doe, if i wanted a strand of your hair,
Wouldn’t you rather i pick it off the ground than cut it from your head? 
It’s an impossible wish for me to hope that she comes out of childhood, still intact
Maybe she won’t be consumed entirely, will be able to crawl back up the throat because she won’t wait in vain for someone to save her
I’ll teach her to save herself.
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