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julemmaes · 3 years

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Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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kittyprincessofcats · 3 years

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RWBY Volume 8, Episode 13 (Worthy)

Well, wow. That sure was an episode that happened.

Thoughts under the cut.

Anyone who leaves spoilers for episode 14 on this will get blocked.

- First of all, I want to now talk about the spoiler I saw for this episode last week, to put the anger from my last post into context: After I had just finished watching episodes 8-12 and started writing my post about them, I went into one of the RWBY tags bc I’m dumb and saw a post that said (I don’t remember the exact words, but more or less): “I’m so glad Yang is finally dead, so now her fans can shut up about her and everyone can ship Blacksun instead.”

… Yeah. Imagine seeing that when you haven’t seen the actual episode and have no idea what really happened. I honestly completely panicked for a few minutes, before remembering I don’t actually know anything and this might just be a “Weiss gets impaled in Volume 5, but one episode later it turns out she’ll be fine” situation. So then I had to look up what actually happened to Yang, because otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to sleep. So, to the person who made that post: Fuck you. Not only did you freak people out for no reason (because come on, there’s no way falling into the void actually kills you – and even if it does, we at least definitely don’t know that for sure after episode 13), but even if Yang had actually died, it’s super shitty that your first reaction to a beloved queer character’s death would be “yay, now people can ship my m/f ship instead”. Like, I don’t care if you personally dislike Yang/ dislike Bumbleby/ prefer Blacksun – show a little bit of decency.

Phew. Sorry, I had to get that off my chest because it really made me angry. Now let’s get into the actual episode:

- “Worthy” as a title pretty much already made me predict that Cinder would succeed in her plan, since “you have to be worthy” was what Watts told her in his speech. She’s gotten the message and is now back to efficient plans – and while I love to see it, it also very much scares me when it comes to our heroes’ survival chances. The last time Cinder was doing well, we lost Pyrrha, so… help.

- And gosh, this whole episode was so intense! I feel like it mostly set up a bunch of very intense situations that are going to escalate in the last episode that I’m very much not ready for.

- I still think the whole central location between the worlds is really beautiful, if dangerous. (They should have specified to Ambrosius that they want handrails or something.)

- Nora using her hammer like a witch’s broom was amazing.

- I also loved the scene with Jaune and the people at the train station; that was really funny.

- The middle of the desert might not have been the best place for the exit. Didn’t the group consider that there might be a sandstorm or something else unpredictable out there? Couldn’t they have picked a better exit point?

- Cinder causing an explosion in the middle of the evacuation that throws multiple people into the void was bad and all – but it was still one hell of an entrance!

- I love that now that Cinder realized that she has to rely on teamwork, she’s suddenly being so nice to everyone. Apologizing to Neo, complimenting Watts on “tearing the kingdom apart with nothing but his intellect”, that soft “You deserve this, Arthur”, complimenting Team RWBY on their plan, thanking them for teaching her “one last lesson”. Yeah, maybe she’s just talking to Neo and Watts like this because she needs their help, and to Team RWBY because she’s confident she’ll win – but it’s still amazing to see the shift in her attitude and how she’s clearly changed her tactic.

- It’s insane to me that some people correctly predicted that Cinder would ask Jinn the last question based JUST on the fact that there’s a part in the opening where everyone else freezes in time while she walks past them. Holy hell! I love trying to guess stuff based on the intro, but I would have never thought that far.

- Cinder’s question to Jinn seems like a waste considering it was Jinn’s last question, but maybe it just seems that way to us as viewers because Jinn didn’t reveal anything we didn’t already know. Was it the right thing for Cinder to do? I don’t know, to be honest. Yes, it did give her the chance to ruin the heroes’ plans, but I have a feeling Salem won’t be happy about the question being gone. Pretty sure Salem was going to ask Jinn how to get the Beacon relic, and now she can’t do that. (Cinder ruining Salem’s plans for the beacon relic? Let that be foreshadowing, please.) I mean, maybe it’s worth it from Salem’s POV if it gets them the staff and then she’ll have 2 of the 4 relics – but they could have still gotten the staff later, while I don’t know if Salem has any plan B for the beacon relic. And I’m a little worried about Cinder now. I always thought that Salem wouldn’t kill Cinder no matter what, because she still needs the Fall Maiden for the beacon relic – but if she now has to wait another 100 years for the beacon relic anyway, I’m not sure if she’ll have a reason to keep Cinder alive. (And I’m still worried about that “Some lives will end much too soon” line playing over that scene of Cinder clutching her Grimm arm in the opening.) I also wonder if Cinder even knew that this was Jinn’s last question. Did Jinn even tell her that? Also, when will the 100 years even be up? Do the questions just reset every 100 years regardless of when they were used? So maybe we’re already at year 80 or something and will only have to wait 20 years?

- The cut from everyone at the central command place screaming to them being dead was kinda funny in a “very dark humour” way.

- When Harriet first jumped onto that ship with the bomb, I, like an idiot, thought that she was finally being sensible and trying to get the bomb as far away from Atlas and Mantle as possible, not that she was trying to still drop it on Mantle. She and Ironwood might as well be working for Salem’s team at this point, because they’re doing everything to help the villains’ plan. And the villains are even counting on it! Watts freed Ironwood from his cell and is piloting Harriet’s ship. Those two are just straight up helping Salem’s team in their attempts to… what was it? Save Atlas?

- Ironwood killing Jacques was awful and proves once again that Ironwood has zero morals left. And I didn’t like Jacques, but that was the kind of death that absolutely no one deserves. He had no way to escape or fight back, he was defenseless, locked up in a prison cell with nowhere to run – that’s not just a murder, that’s an execution without a trial. And Jacques wasn’t even a threat, he wasn’t in the way of any of Ironwood’s plans. Ironwood killed him literally just because he could. And no one who thinks they’re the good guy (and Ironwood still thinks he’s the good guy) should go around just killing people who aren’t even a threat.

- And then we have Yang falling into the void. Honestly, as heartbreaking as Blake’s sobs and anger are, I kind of love this from a “supreme angst, let’s see my faves suffer” perspective. That said, Yang better actually be fine or else.

- Actually, my prediction is that the rest of team RWBY will jump into the void to save Yang in the last episode. Because they’re all falling in the opening, and because “Sometimes it’s worth it all to risk the fall and fight for every life”. That’s pretty much the only prediction I feel somewhat confident about, for the rest I have no idea.

- I wonder if it would have been better if Penny had just gone through the doorway and gotten the staff to Vacuo. I get why she didn’t, because Yang just fell and her other friends were in danger… but at the same time, she was supposed to protect the population and the staff (and she has the maiden powers that I’m sure Cinder still wants). If she had just gotten out of there, at least the group in Vacuo would have had some help against the sandstorm and the Grimm. But then again, it would have also severely weakened Term RWBY’s chances against Cinder and Neo… it’s a tough call, really.

- “Why didn’t you just learn your lesson?” “Oh, Penny… I did.” Okay, but that’s the thing: She really did! Just not the lesson Penny wanted her to learn. And notice how Cinder called Penny by her first name again? She didn’t use to do that. I still think somewhere down the line Penny has earned her respect.

- I wonder if Penny’s technically weaker now because she’s human (?? is she??). She’s definitely not used to fighting without her robotic parts (as you can see when she tries to reach for her swords and realizes they’re not there anymore). I summoning those swords like she then did her semblance or another maiden power?

- Blake now has to choose between helping Ruby and helping Penny and Weiss – gosh, the suspense…

- I’m glad Vine at least finally tried to stop Harriet now! (Better late than never.) But I really wouldn’t blame Qrow and Robyn for crashing into their ship. It’s not like they had any way of knowing that Vine was trying to talk sense into Harriet. Also, Qrow crashing through Harriet’s windscreen was amazing.

- Winter and Ironwood are going to fight to the death and I’m so scared of it. (I just need Winter to survive, please…)

- When Weiss described the doorway as a “one-way ticket to Vacuo” last episode, I briefly wondered if that meant they wouldn’t be let back through, but then I brushed it aside and didn’t think about it too much anymore. Oh, damn. You really do have to be very specific with Ambrosius.

- I’m not even sure which location is the best to be in right now because they all seem very unsafe: Atlas and Mantle are unsafe because Atlas is falling, because Mantle might still get blown up by Harriet, and because Salem might still come back any time. The place between worlds is unsafe because of the void and because there’s a big fight happening right there. And Vacuo is unsafe because of the Grimm and the sandstorm. So really, they’re all awful for the civilians right now.

- And now I’m thinking the volume might actually end with the protagonists split into three groups as well: Team RWBY in the void (that they’ll spend Volume 9 finding their way back from), one half of the other characters in Vacuo (Oscar, Ren, Emerald, maybe more?), and the other half still in Atlas/Mantle (Qrow, Robyn, Marrow, Winter, maybe more).

- I’m super nervous about the last episode. I haven’t seen any spoilers at all so far, and I plan to keep it that way. I’ll probably completely ignore anything RWBY-related until next week because the anxiety would kill me otherwise. I’m really worried we’ll get a character death or even several. And ironically, my first prediction on who might die this Volume (Penny, Nora, Winter, Cinder) hasn’t changed all that much. I’m worried about Penny because she has the Maiden Powers and the staff, so Cinder will come after her (but I really think it would be an awful writing choice to kill her off after we just went through so much to save her). I’m very worried about Winter because she’s engaged in a duel to the death with a man who has a big canon that he just blew someone up with. I’m worried for Cinder because of the opening and because Salem might be pissed at her for using the last question. I’m worried for everyone who’s still on Atlas and might get blown up by the bomb (Qrow, Robyn, Marrow, Winter again). And I’m very worried for the characters who are in the in-between realm. Not so much Team RWBY, but I’m worried about Nora, Jaune, and Penny. So yeah, I’m pretty much worried about everyone and very much not ready. Now let me ignore RWBY’s existence for a week – or only reblog posts I already have saved as drafts – because it’s the only way I’ll know peace.

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nexyra · 3 years

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for the rwby character asks, whatcha got about Nora? :)

Ooooh Nora !! Thank you for the ask, I wasn't expecting her but this is great, this is gonna be interesting, I'll be organizing my thoughts & realizing how I fel as I go

My fav ship(s) for the character

Basic but I'm obviously very soft for Renora 🥺 The show has given me too much for me to not like it y'know ??? The companionship, the shared past, their easy bond & complicity, how well they complete each other... Nora with her determination and enthusiasm and emotionnal intelligence. Ren who is more level-headed, peaceful but also insightful. MHMMM I dunno if I'm making my case well but yea; I care them ! There's like... only one detail I dislike about their shipping interaction (the unexpected/kind of unasked for kissing at Robyn's rally if anyone is wondering) but otherwise they're very good

Next up is the poly Renorarc, I dunno I just think they're soft. Like; on one hand Ren & Nora are sooo close but at the same time I feel like the show striked a great balance and managed to still really make them a trio and I love their team-moments where they are all grieving or touching or caring for each other. They're neat !! And Nora has the biggest emotionnal intelligence I think, and she takes care of them both so well... She's also a pillar of enthusiasm. I love the scene they have at Pyrrha's statue !

If I have to think of a less common ship, I'll prob go with Gingersnaps, I think Penny & Nora had cute moments in V8; they're both lovely enthusiastic cuties, and thematically they both had an ongoing arc about finding themselves so they're nice together.

My least favorite ship(s) for the character

Mhmmm the least fav is harder already. So; like for pretty much all the kiddos I'll start out by saying that all the ships with adults are a No from the get go. Now to elaborate on the more "feasible" ships...

Candy Cane (Nora x Oscar) is a No from me. They are family, brother & sister strictly, I can't see them any other way ! Nora is the cuddly & overbearing big sister, nothing more >:0 Please let them beee ;;

Other than that, Heavy Metal (Mercury) & ThunderCat (Blake) are both ships that don't really interest me, I don't remember any interesting interaction to bring them together so meh x)

My fav & least fav platonic relationship(s) for the character

Good question ! I'm not sure so let me mull on it for a bit...

I like the Renorarc team both romantically AND platonically they have their spot here...

I really like Nora & Oscar ! She's such a big sister to him it's adorable. In V4 to V6 she's one of the characters who tried to include Oscar the most. Teasing him, hugging him & including him in the convo and the chaos. She's very earnest and open about her appreciation and he really needs that. At the same time, she can bit a tad too much but she recognized that and I liked that. How slowly and softly she hugged him at the start of V8 ;; So yea.

I'm not sure what my least fav platonic relationship would be... I can't think of anyone right now honestly !

My favorite thing about the character

Mhmmm I think I like her emotional intelligence ! Like, we all know Nora is funny and excited and enthusiastic... But I like the calmer & more vulnerable moments; when she recognize Ren's trauma & takes off with him, when she takes his hands and say "I won't let you kill yourself like this." When she tells Jaune "You're not being fair to yourself. We love you, just like we loved Pyrrha.". When she comforts Penny "It's just a part of you, don't forget about the rest."

I just think it's nice when Nora gets to comfort those she cares about, along with protecting them =)

My biggest criticism for the character

Mmmmh good Q too. I don't think I have much to criticize about how they handle Nora's character in general ? Soo maybe more like... how things were presented maybe ? If anything, I guess there are some details that could have been handled better about her relationship with Ren in V7-8. For example, I wish the faults had not been presented as so one-sided. Ren struggles with communication and it was shown clearly. However Nora's "Screw talking then !" and subsequent kissing wasn't any better in term of communication, even though it was taken as a great milestone because "first kiss !!". I personally feel that they both were at faults during this arc ? Ren for bottling up & not sharing his struggles, but Nora as well because she lacked patience and was more concerned by their relationship/where they stood than how Ren was actually handling everything. Does that make sense ? I looooved the second part of their convo in Risk, it was adorable really. But I wish the first part hadn't be so unilateraly accusing toward Ren ? Sorry if I'm like... branching out from Nora it goes together in my head ?? Tell me what y'all think !

When was their writing at the peak according to me

To be honest, I think Nora is peaking right now so I have high hopes for her character in the next season ! As for the why I like Nora right now... I think V7 was good at putting her a bit in the spotlight, with the times she confronted Ironwood about Mantle's situation. It was reminiscent of the harsh times she lived herself, and how she could relate to Mantle as a consequence. As someone who liked V7 Ironwood, I sometimes found her to be a bit harsh but you know what ? It was still a GREAT thing. She can be harsh and go too far. It makes sense for her. Let her be a not 'big picture' kind of character who focus on the little person. It let her fight for what she believed in & what she knew. So I really liked that !

V8 was good too because it acknowledged what some people disliked about her, aka the fact that it was Renora instead of Ren & Nora. Nora needs the room to breathe as her own person, and V8 acknowledged that, it brought to life some of her insecurities and all of it was nice. Who am I if not the overexcited "be strong hit stuff" girl ? That's the question I'm eager to see her solve. There is of course already MORE to her, that she fails to see, but it should still be interesting to delve into.

A song I think fits them & why

Line without a Hook (Ricky Montgomery) for Renora + Walk me Home (P!nk) + I wouldn't mind (He is We) + Would you be so kind (Dodie) + I dare you (Bea Miller) ? (might edit to add more, i want a non-romantic song but it's late & i'm lacking in ideas rn)

A headcanon to make up about them

Nora has a big appetite and doesn't hesitate at the table because she knows what it's like to go hungry. She takes full advantage of Ren's cooking ;)

She's still able to share with her closed ones though

What I would change about them if I was making a re-write

MHMMM, apart from what I've said in the criticism section maybe just... mhm... OH YEA ! I'm... well I kind of understand why they did it ig, because they wanted Nora apart from Ren in V8; and I liked Ren's side too much to change it but... I feel like it would have made more sense for Nora to help Mantle instead of Amity in V8 ? Because in V7, Nora was very much in opposition to Ironwood. It was "the little guy" vs "the bigger picture" and it fitted Nora well... But then she chose Amity over Mantle and like. I wouldn't go as far as to call it JARRING but if you mull on it, it's definitely kind of weird.

My guess for their MBTI/Enneagram

ENFP 6w7 9w8 3w2 so/sx

One aspect that I think would be nice to delve deeper into ? (optional)

Give us her backstory ! I mean I know we got the Renora village backstory but I wanna know what happened to her before. What is it with her mom ?

#rwby #rwby thoughts #ask me stuff #nora valkyrie #renora #renorarc #enneagram #mbti #rwde #rwby rewrite #v7 spoilers #v8 spoilers

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loveisblindfanfictionbka · 3 years

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Love Is Blind: Chapter Twenty-One

“So.. what do you think?” Robyn asked as she slowly turned in a circle. Leandra stood up and walked around her a bit before standing back with her hands on her hips, “I love it. We’ll get your hair done and you should be ready for tonight.”

“I don’t even know why I let you talk me into this. This isn’t our first date, you know.”

“No but it is your first date since you’ve been given a somewhat clean bill of health. You should get all dressed up. It’s been weeks, Robs.”

“I don’t even know where we’re going.”

“Does that really matter? You are going out with your husband, don’t worry so much.”

“Boyfriend. We are not married.”

“You could be if you’d stop playing.”

“You will not start with me too. I get enough of it from my mother and Melissa.”

“They aren’t totally wrong. I don’t see what the hold up is.”

“There isn’t a hold up. He hasn’t even proposed to me.”

“Would you say yes if he did?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“How don’t you know?”

“Just what I say. I don’t know. I love him but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m ready to go down the marriage road with him again either.”

“I mean neither of you really gave your marriage a fighting chance beyond that first year. This could really be a clean slate for the both of you.”

“We’ll never have a clean slate and I’m not saying that in a bad way but it’s just realistic. There’s no need to delude ourselves into believing our past will be forgotten. We’ve moved past it and gotten this far in spite of it but it still happened.”

“Then if you moved past it, why the concern?”

“Because I’m not ready to go there. It’s a really simple concept.”

Leandra scoffed, “whatever you say.”

Robyn went back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Daddy, why can’t we go with you and Mommy?” Anesa asked as Chris started packing her overnight bag.

“Well Sweetheart, this is a grown up date. We took you and Christian with us the other night for a family date,” Chris replied.

“Yea but I wanna go on this one too.”

Chris chuckled, “Baby Girl, sometimes Mommy and Daddy need alone time. It’s just one night, you’ll be back home tomorrow.”

“I guess.”

“You don’t have to look so sad, Love Bug. What’s going on with you? You’ve been wanting to be under us more than usual. Did something happen?”

“No.”

“I don’t think you’re being truthful with me, Anesa. Come here.”

Chris sat down on her bed and Anesa climbed into his lap, “talk to me.”

“I just want to make sure you and Mommy stay friends.”

“When were we not friends, Nesa?”

“A little while ago when y’all weren’t talking.”

“Sweetheart, we were still friends then too. Listen, in relationships, sometimes things happen and it takes some time to adjust. Mommy and I were in an adjustment period especially since we had just had your little brother and Mommy was still very sick and recovering. You gotta give time for things to become normal, that’s all.”

“I thought you didn’t love each other anymore.”

“Awww….I will always love your Mommy. You never have to worry about that.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. There’s nothing going on with me and your Mommy that should ever be cause for concern, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Good. So go get your Teddy bear and put it in your bag so you don’t forget like you did last time.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“I don’t know, Le. This seems like a bit much,” Robyn remarked as she twisted in front of her mirror and the screen of her laptop.

“I know he said something casual but that doesn’t mean it has to be basic.”

“But look at my legs.”

“Your legs look incredible as does your ass. Bitches pay for a body like that. Thick is it, Baby Girl.”

“Whatever.”

“You are being way too hard on yourself and for no reason. You look good and I am not just saying that because we’re friends. You’ve lived in sweatpants and leggings for the last few months, enjoy being womanly and enjoy those curves, you earned them. Postpartum done turned my fashionista into a damn bummy tomboy. No go.”

“I did not look bummy.”

“Bitch, you definitely do. Perfect size 14 hidden under them baggy ass clothes and Chris’s hoodies. You looked homeless as hell.”

“Ugh….the disrespect.”

“It’s the truth. Go out with your man in that little ass skirt, do whatever then drop your pussy on his face for good measure. You deserve it.”

“Why are you so vulgar?”

“Why are you so scary?”

“I am not scared.”

“You definitely are. We have never had to talk you into a dress or getting your hair and nails done. That was always your thing so get back to it. Part of getting back to normal is getting back to loving yourself. I know you may look different but different isn’t necessarily bad, you know. You’re still standing, celebrate that.”

“Pregnancy always did make you all cerebral.”

“Girl shut up. All this baby is making me do is pee all the damn time.”

Robyn laughed, “I love you, Le.”

“Good but I need you to love you too, ok?”

“I’m working on it.”

“Good. Now go sit on your man’s face or something.”

“Bye Nasty.”

“You love me, Sis.”

Robyn ended the video call then took one more look at herself in the mirror. She really didn’t look bad at all. SHe grabbed her purse and left out into the living room. Chris was leaning against the back of the couch with his arms folded. The colors in her skirt gave their ensembles the only lift of color as Chris was dressed in black from head to toe. He looked good.

“Hey Babe,” she said softly.”

“Hey. You look amazing.”

“Thank you. So do you.��

“Thanks. You ready?”

“Yup. We can head out.”

“Next time tell Leandra to stop talking so loud.”

Robyn’s eyes widened, “Oh my god, you heard that.”

“I heard enough.”

“How much?”

Chris smirked as he pressed up behind her and leaned close to her ear to whisper, “I do plan on you sitting on my face at some point tonight.”

“Chris.”

“Uh uh, we’re not talking about it. We have a date to get to,” he moved to open the front door, “after you, Ms. Fenty.”

“Where in the world do you get these ideas of things to do?” Robyn asked as she lifted a smock over her head. Chris carefully tied it in the back of her before they followed their host to a gathering of tables. They were set up in sets of two, each table facing the other.

“Well this idea is actually something you mentioned years ago and when I was thinking of where to take you for our date that wasn’t super serious, pottery sounded good.”

“I mentioned this before?”

“Yea, back in college if memory serves me correct.”

“Do you always remember everything?”

“The good things, I try.”

“Hmm…:”

Chris helped Robyn sit down at the pottery wheel in front of him before he sat down at the one on the other side, “is this ok?”

“This is great. I’m surprised I don’t remember that conversation.”

“You really don’t?”

“No. I suppose there’s some things I’ve blocked out over the years, good and bad.”

“Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why?”

“The bad stuff I get but our dating never seemed that forgettable.”

“I didn’t say it was forgettable, I said I blocked some things out. Big difference. We knew each other too well back then, hard to move forward focusing so much on the past especially with our past being so entwined with each other. Good memories are sometimes harder to deal with than bad ones.”

“Why do you say that?”

“The desire for them to reoccur always comes with them.”

Chris nodded his head in agreement, “now that I understand but that doesn’t seem like a bad thing.”

“If things ended good, of course not but we originally didn’t.”

“Very true. You really wanted to forget me.”

“Forgetting you meant I could rebuild my life. It just didn’t turn out that way.”

“And now?”

“Now is now. I’m happy. I have a great relationship and beautiful babies, I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

“Are you scared to want anything more?”

“Scared? No. Cautious? Absolutely.”

“Hmm…”

“I spent a lot of years assuming, I’m walking into this eyes open.”

“But you still don’t trust what you see.”

“I trust what I see and what I feel. I don’t trust my processing of it, just yet.”

“I can understand that.”

“Are you putting out feelers for something?”

“Nope, just having a conversation. So what do you want to make?”

“I think a bowl should be easy. You?”

“I’m thinking a vase.”

“Sounds a little complicated.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“So….did I offend you earlier?” Robyn asked as she took a bite of her steak. She returned her fork to her plate as she took a sip of water. Chris glanced up at her then shook his head, “No. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, just asking.”

“There was nothing to be offended about. We both had our own ways of making it past our divorce, that’s nothing abnormal.”

“Oh ok.”

“Tonight has had a weird line of questioning, are you putting feelers out for something?”

“No.”

“You sure? I know your family thinks I’m gonna propose to you soon.”

“They’ve been thinking that ever since they found out we were each other’s internet friend.”

“Ah. That doesn't concern you?”

“Why would it concern me? It’s not I’m just gonna fall in line with it just because it’s what they expect.”

“And what do you think I expect?”

“I have no idea and no desire to speculate. Do you want to propose to me?”

“I’ve told you before I wanted to marry you again.”

“Ok but do you want to put that into action?”

“Are you worried that every time I take you out there’s a possible proposal around the corner?”

“No but should I be?”

Chris laughed, “Robyn, when I’m ready to propose, there will be no question or wondering about it. I’m not gonna tell you beforehand but you’ll know what my intent is.”

“Ok.”

“That’s it? Just ok?”

“What else am I supposed to say? You know my stance on marriage, my concerns about some secret proposal have been clarified, there’s nothing else to say.”

“Does the idea of marriage scare you?”

“No but the idea of marriage has scarred me. I’m not ready mentally or emotionally for it so I don’t think about it unless somebody brings it up which tends to be every time I talk to Melissa or my mother.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? You’re not the one bringing it up.”

“I know but I feel indirectly responsible.”

“Listen, you love me. I love you. We have family who unfortunately don’t know how to mind their business but we love them anyway. It comes with the territory.”

“It doesn’t have to. I can ask them to stop.”

“Not necessary.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

They both fell silent and continued to eat their dinner. After the waiter carried away their empty plates, Chris took a sip of water and sat back in his seat. Robyn’s brow furrowed as she mimicked his movement, “what’s on your mind?”

“What makes you think something is?”

“I know your body language and you’re thinking about something.”

“Are you ever gonna officially move in with me?”

“I thought I did already.”

“You still have your apartment downtown though.”

“Chris, I moved my stuff out of there and into storage six weeks ago.”

“What?”

Robyn laughed, “That’s why I went down there for a weekend. I sold whatever furniture I could and put the rest of my stuff in storage. I thought you knew.”

“No, we never talked about it. I just remember asking if you had heard back on the buying price for your apartment, you said no and that was it. Where is it in storage at?”

“In Middletown. There’s a place about 20 minutes from the house.”

“We can get it out of there. You know I have a storage building on the property.”

“I know.”

“All this time I thought you were deciding on whether to leave or not.”

“If I was going to leave, it would’ve been months ago. I’ve been at your house since the beginning of my second trimester, Christian is going on six months old. That’s almost a year, Babe.”

Chris chuckled, “I really didn’t know how to approach you about it without seeming like I was being pushy.”

“You could’ve asked me. I didn’t want to assume that I could store my stuff at your house so I got my own thing, that’s all.”

“Well then I guess my next question won’t seem so weird then.”

“What?”

“You wanna redecorate?”

“Why? Do you want me to?”

“I want you to feel at home and there’s not much of anything that’s yours there except for you, your clothes, and our babies.”

“Chris, have you ever heard me mention any of that?”

“No but I also didn’t know whether you wanted to stay or not either.”

“True. Honestly, we could just put some pictures up or whatever and that should be fine.”

“Are you sure? I want it to feel like it’s your house too.”

“It’s fine besides now that I’m back to work, we’ll only be there on the weekends right?”

“Yea but that doesn’t change my sentiments. We have to update the condo then too.”

“How about we take some family photos, blow them up and use it as art, make it feel more like our homes and not just yours?”

“Works for me.”

“I’ll have to check Melissa’s schedule and see when she can do it.”

“Ok.”

“Now I have a question for you.”

“What?”

“Did you really hear my entire conversation with Leandra?”

“Every bit of it.”

Robyn laughed, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because she can be a bit much.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t disagree with anything that she said.”

“But what if I do?”

“OK then what do you disagree with?”

“Sex being the center of our evening.”

“We’ve been out since 6 and it’s going on 9, has it been the center of our evening?”

“No.”

“Have I brought up sex at any point tonight since we left the house?”

“No.”

“So,what’s your point?”

“I was just saying.”

“Robyn, I know you. I don’t have to seduce you as cocky as that seems. I don't have to do anything to charm you out of your panties because if you want to give them to me, you will.”

“I’m not that easy.”

“No but you are that stubborn. You will push back just to do it even if it goes against what you really want to do. I cannot claim you unless you want me to. I cannot seduce you unless you want me to. And I also can’t get you to sit on my face unless you want to. There is absolutely nothing easy about you and as frustrating as it is, it is also the sexiest thing about you.”

“You lie.”

Chris chuckled, “why would I have to? You have made me work to have you since the day I met you. No amount of time will change that about you.I’ve always loved that about you.”

“You just called me stubborn, Christopher.”

“And at no point did I say it was a bad thing, did I?”

“I guess not.”

“So, my only plan was to ask you, Robyn, would you like to have sex with me?”

“Here we are once again,” Robyn said a light chuckle as she sat on the edge of the bed and kicked her shoes off her feet.

“You really didn’t have to rent a room, Christopher.”

“Special occasions deserve a special atmosphere.”

“For someone who claims to not be trying to seduce me, you sure are trying to seduce me.”

Chris chuckled as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over the armchair beside the dresser, “The flowers are because I love you. The candles are to make it smell good.”

“And the massage oil?”

“That’s to make sure you still feel good once we’re done.”

“So that’s not for before?”

“No, definitely for after.”

“Hmm...what exactly do you plan to do to me?”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Chris began removing his pants as Robyn leaned back on her hands to watch, “are you going to get undressed?”

“You can do it once you’re finished with yourself.”

“No taking charge here?”

“I’ll take charge later.”

Chris smirked as he leaned against the door. Robyn sat up, “you’re staring at me, just like last time. What is it?”

“Nothing. Just looking.”

“You make me nervous when you do that.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t ask.”

“Do you really wanna get all serious at this moment?”

“This moment was already serious. Any time I spend with you is important and serious. So what did you mean by I make you nervous?”

“This is the first time I’ve gotten dressed up in almost a year.”

“I know.”

“So...”

“Robyn, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re beautiful no matter what to me. I wish I could make you believe that.”

“I’m trying.”

“Good and today was a great first step. I’ve missed seeing those legs in heels.”

Robyn giggled, “what you trying to say?”

“That you’ve been dressing like you’re auditioning for Set It Off.”

Robyn’s mouth dropped open as she tossed a pillow at him, “Babe!”

“It’s true. You’ve been wearing boxers for months and since that is a one hell of a skirt, I can see that tonight you’re not. I’m impressed.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”

“It is definitely a compliment. I know it wasn’t easy for you because you don’t quite feel comfortable yet so I do appreciate any effort you take to get back outside your box.”

“I didn’t even realize I was in a box.”

“You’ve been through a lot especially over the last six months, it’s gonna take some time to get you back in your high heels and short dresses but we’ll get there.”

“You sound so sure.”

“Because I am. If there is anyone that can pull themselves out of a rut, it’s you. You dealt with my moody, screwed up ass for three years, this is a piece of a cake.”

“Well that’s true.”

Chris pressed his hand to his chest in mock shock and Robyn laughed, “you said it, I was just agreeing.”

“I like that sound.”

“What sound?”

“You. Laughing. You sound happy.”

“I am happy. Tonight was great even though you still haven’t brought your half-naked self over here yet”

Chris chuckled, “I like committing this view to memory.”

He walked over to the bed and Robyn lifted her leg to press her foot into his chest, “what you doing?”

“You really have to ask? I kind of wish you kept your shoes on.”

“Why?”

“So I could take them off you myself.”

“Hmm...so how you feeling tonight?”

“I’m feeling like we both just go with the flow tonight,” Chris grabbed her foot and placed a kiss on her ankle, “what about you?”

“Whatever you want, I’m here for it.”

“Can I kiss my girlfriend?”

“Wherever and whenever you want.”

Chris grinned and leaned down to kiss her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Baby.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Aaah! Christopher, stop it,” Robyn screeched laughingly.

Chris grabbed her around her waist and pressed against her, “stop making all that noise. You gonna wait up the whole floor.”

“Then you get from behind me. You play too much.”

“Who said I was playing?”

“Chris, we have to get home to our children.”

“Our children are with their aunt. They will be fine, besides we have this room for a few more hours and I want to enjoy them.”

“Baby.”

“Look, we’re not even dressed yet.”

“Actually my shirt and skirt are on.”

“Minor technicalities.”

“Christopher.”

Chris leaned in and nipped at the skin of her neck. He murmured, “why you acting like this?”

“Because we’re never gonna make it out of here if you start again.”

“We will. I promise.”

He carefully opened the top buttons of her shirt to kiss her shoulder and collarbone, “I can’t walk out of here like this.”

Robyn moaned softly and bit down on her lip as he kissed along the swell of her breast, “Why are you so damn irresistible?”

“I’m good at this.”

Chris hiked up her skirt, sat her on the edge of the dresser then carefully slid into the wet crevice.

“Oh God,” Robyn gritted out, “You are too good at this.”

He rocked inside her slowly, to keep from moving the furniture against the wall. Robyn’s nails dug into his shoulder blades as she pressed her head against his. Chris gripped her thighs and gently pushed them apart as he sank deeper into her. He nibbled at the swell of her breast before moving his lips to her neck. He could feel her legs trembling and her walls tightening but he didn’t want her to cum just yet, not without him. He pulled out, leaving only the tip in and Robyn let out a sigh against his skin, “I was close.”

“I know. That’s why I pulled out.”

“We don’t have time for you to play.”

“We have time for anything we want to do. You know I never rush.”

He pushed back into her and she groaned out loud. Flexing her walls against his shaft, she attempted to hold him in but he slid back out then pushed back inside. Hard.

“Christopher,” she murmured.

He kept kissing on her neck, nibbled at her earlobe and caressed her thighs as he gently pulled out then kept pushing back in. She could feel her orgasm just teetering on the edge. Her skin felt like it was burning up. She trailed her nails in the sweat glistening on his back. He finally picked up the pace but he pulled her away from the dresser and held her up in mid air. He continued to bounce her against his pelvis, her skirt bunched above her waist, her shirt hanging off her shoulders. Her hair sticking to her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck to anchor herself. He dug his fingers into her thighs to hold her steady then whispered one word in her ear,

“Come.”

Chris stopped moving as he watched her orgasm wash over her face. It was never violent or exaggerated. She always came in a gentle manner. Her eyes closed. Her chest heaved for a few seconds then slowed. Her body went lax against him, her face pressed against his head. It was his favorite part of them coming together. He wished he could bottle that feeling somehow, so she could feel that way at will. As her body released against him, the peace in her movements, her face was all he ever wanted to remember.

#chrianna #loveisblindfanfiction

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musings-from-mars · 4 years

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I need more freelance love triangle au now. Cant wait to see how Blake and Cinder try to butter ruby up a bit

((I’m doing this one immediately because I’m fixated on it and I love it adsfgfdhgj))

Freelance Love Triangle AU - part 2

Once it was lunch time, Blake and Cinder met up with Ruby in the lobby of their building. Ruby had brought bagels and smoothies for the three of them, and they sat at a table by the front windows, snow falling on the busy street outside.

Blake explained her idea for a collaboration to Ruby and Cinder. They would combine her story about street art with Cinder’s story about the new gallery and make a big feature about the various art cultures in the city, with Ruby handling the photography for the whole thing. When Blake finished explaining the idea, she was satisfied with the excited look on Ruby’s face, and the begrudgingly content look on Cinder’s. “So,” Blake said. “How does that sound?”

“I love it!” Ruby said. She was sat on the edge of her seat, still with her maroon beanie on that forced her bangs lower on her face which made her look really cute. Everything about her was adorable, in Blake’s eyes. Her bright smile, her pretty eyes, how good she looked in her red skirt and black leggings...

“Yeah,” Cinder agreed, smiling because of Ruby despite her obvious contempt for Blake having a good idea that she couldn’t refuse. “A big project like that would definitely make the cover, but that also means you and I have to split the bonus, Blake.”

“Not if we talk to Robyn about making it a big special feature,” Blake proposed. “I bet she’d be totally on board with her two best writers working together.”

Cinder narrowed her eye at her, then shrugged. “Okay, good point.”

“This is great!” Ruby said. “I didn’t expect to land a project like this on my first day.”

“Where else have you done work for?” Cinder asked.

“Uhm...” Ruby chuckled nervously. “My university newspaper.”

“Did you just graduate?” Blake asked.

“I have a blog too!” Ruby added. “That’s...kinda how I got this job. Robyn was a fan of my blog and hired me right out of college.”

Wish having a blog was all I needed to get this job, Blake thought. Then again, she would not want Robyn or anyone to see her blog.

“Can’t blame her,” Cinder said. “Your work is breathtaking.”

Ruby blushed, waving her hand bashfully. “Oh, shush.”

Breathtaking. What a journalist word to use, Blake thought with annoyance. “Well, I hope this project really helps elevate you,“ Blake told Ruby. “Before you know it, you’ll be onboard with a big magazine or newspaper.”

“Actually, I really like this sort of small local thing,” Ruby admitted. Urban Valean wasn’t exactly small, but Blake understood where Ruby was coming from. “I guess I’m kind of an indie darling.”

Blake and Cinder looked at each other and giggled, then both frowned and looked away from each other. “Well, I’m certainly glad you’re here,” Cinder told Ruby.

“We both are,” Blake added pointedly.

Pride swelled in Ruby’s chest. “Gosh, I just...this has been my dream for so long and it’s happening. Like, right now, actually happening!” She came around the table and hugged them both by the neck. “Thank you both so much for this chance!”

Blake’s face heated up as she hugged Ruby back. She smelled like rosewater. Like, not in the young adult romance novel sense, she actually smelled like that. Blake felt her heart hammer in her chest. Ruby pulled away from her all too soon.

“So what next?” Ruby asked as she returned to her seat.

Blake looked at Cinder and immediately noticed her flushed cheeks. Cinder had to clear her throat before speaking. “This afternoon we should talk to Robyn, then this evening head out to the gallery downtown?”

Blake nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll also try to contact some of the artists with works on display at the gallery, see if I can ask them some questions.” Since somebody didn’t bother interviewing anyone, she wanted to add.

“And tonight, the three of us and head downtown to look over the gallery,” Cinder added. “It’s open air and well lit, so nighttime viewing would be a unique time for photos.”

Ruby nodded. “Sounds like a plan!”

#freelance love triangle au #rwby #ruby rose #blake belladonna #cinder fall #drabble #pawling petals

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Motion Sickness Chapter 80

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I walked up to Seventh Heaven. I still didn't have a new bike so I'd had to trek all the way down here from Atlas Academy. I'd even dodged my girlfriends a little which made me feel a touch uncomfortable inside. But it just might prove necessary.

I'd received a message from Bisque stating that we needed to talk in person. The lines might not be secure which as a terrorist organization I said ‘fair enough.’

Aurum laid low under the law. That's how he got by and made his money whereas Avalanche played things fast and loose. I wouldn't be shocked if they were being watched when Aurum wasn't per se.

The bells jingled as I walked in.

"Cloud!" Bisque exclaimed. "There you are. Haven't seen you in a few weeks."

"Yeah well I started playing for the other side of the law," I informed him.

"You mean…"

"I won't turn you in or anything but I can't exactly help you out anymore. You got information for me? Is that why you called me down here?"

"We actually wanted your help…"

"More of my help, you mean."

"Yeah well we're only a budding organization."

Someone came down from upstairs in the place. It was Jasper. "Cloud? It's so good to see you!" She walked over and hugged me, her tail swishing all the while.

"Yeah well I'm pretty sure I won't be here for long."

"Oh don't be like that. Let me get you a drink."

"Fuck it. Why not. Get me a screwdriver. Those house specials of yours are too sweet for me and I don't have Neo around."

"Oh? Where is she?" Jasper asked.

"Not sure at the moment. Hopefully laying low and waiting for the next storm to come in. Haven't seen her for two weeks or so. Been busy. Trying to make things right on the proper side of the law."

"Yeah, we've been doing a bit of that ourselves. We've been trying to calm down the protests while still having the political force to back Robyn Hill," Jasper said as she made my drink.

"It's been slow going though. We had no idea when we bombed the mine it would set all this off. If word ever spread around that we were responsible it would collapse in on us," Bisque informed me.

Jasper slid down my screwdriver and I took a long drink of the hard mixer. I took a seat at the bar. And Bisque leaned his elbows on the counter to talk to me.

"Ah…" I breathed off the alcohol after a moment. "How have the protests been going?"

"Good. The people seem ready to vote for Robyn. She made all kinds of campaign promises to make that happen. New standards for miners. An increase in minimum wages. That sort of thing," Jasper chirped in her usual upbeat tone.

"The people have Avalanche to thank for it and some of them know it. They're listening to us," Bisque followed. "Wenge is out leading a strike right now."

"You can hardly tell that they're still going on from up in Atlas," I murmured around my drink.

"They'll see once Robyn is elected," Bisque said. "And that's just a matter of time. No one down here wants Schnee to have any more power than he already has."

"And up in Atlas?" I asked.

"It's more divided. She still has a twenty point lead over him up there against a forty point lead down here. But it's more scary," Jasper murmured. "Atlas has always done its own thing and usually not to the betterment of Mantle."

"Easy enough to do when the city is so divided," I mumbled.

"Two cities," Bisque corrected.

"Not really," I fired back. And I genuinely believed that. It wasn't so different from the tiered cities of Mistral. Separate but together all the same.

Someone came in behind me and I turned to see Barret. The big bear of a man sauntered in with a new mechanical arm on his right side. It gleamed gunmetal grey and seemed to have a gun built into it. I'd seen more than my fair share of arms like that.

"Good, the merc is here," he said in his gruff tone.

"Been trying to get out of that business, actually. Wasn't sustainable for me," I told him. I crossed my arms.

"Dyne has gone off the deep end. He refused a new mechanical arm in favor of just a machine gun. When his wife, Eleanor, died from dust lung he lost it. He's planning all sorts of mayhem and destruction. He already killed fifteen people. Maybe more."

"I see…" I really didn't. I had no idea what he wanted from me in all of this.

"I'm afraid for his little girl, Marigold. She was hurt recently in the protests. I've been looking after her for the last couple of days. He hasn't even been by. I need your help to stop him, bring him back to his senses."

"What makes you think I'm interested or that you have anything I want?" I asked. My arms still folded.

"I have information. I know you'll wan' it. It's about how your bomb went off prematurely on the White Whale ."

I stared at him hard. He was right. I did want it. "Give me a teaser, so I know you are serious," I demanded of him.

"Sabotage. It was supposed to go off even earlier if the saboteurs had their way," The large man informed me.

I breathed in a deep shuddering sigh. He was right. I did want that information. Whoever they are they got Neo hurt. Amongst everything else, she was my friend. "I can't get caught doing anything that will violate my parole," I informed him.

"Dyne and his gang are criminals right about now. If you're working for the law, it's your job t' bring them in. Alls I'm asking for is a chance to talk t' Dyne before you do."

"And you'll hand over the identity of my saboteurs if I do?" I asked. My bomb going off had been suspicious as all hell to me. I was normally more than proficient with those sorts of bombs despite how flippant I'd been with them. It still stuck out in my mind.

"Got it in one." He grinned at me. Big and fierce under his dark shades. His mechanical arm flexing slightly. I took it in a firm shake.

"Well," I said. "What are we waiting for, then?"

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It was an old warehouse building we pulled up on in Avalanche's truck. I got out first followed by Barrett. "Do these guys have aura?" I asked. "I don't want to kill anybody."

"Some."

"That's just great," I said exasperatedly. I sighed and pulled my shield and my sword. I could probably go easy enough that nobody really got hurt. But still, why couldn't all my opponents have the decency to not only have aura but to broadcast how much aura they had?

Just because I was used to killing people didn't mean that I liked it. And I had seriously killed a lot of people in my time. A lot. If there were people as young as I was who had a higher body count I hadn't heard of them. That was going by either definition of age you wanted to use on me. It didn't matter how you wanted to cut how old I was, I was the ninety ninth percentile on murder and mayhem.

We waltzed in the front door of the place. Leaving Bisque out in the truck.

"Barret…" Dyne turned to look at us from a lowered section of the room where he was talking to a handful of people. There was all kinds of machinery to the room. Cranes and jacks and mining equipment.

"Dyne. I'm here to bring you to Marigold. Your daughter needs you," Barrett said.

"You brought the merc. The dust… brother...it's telling me something…" Dyne trailed off.

Okay. This was coming from me, but this guy had officially lost it. I might not be the most stable iceberg in the sea but crazy recognized crazy and this guy had some helpings of it.

"Is it telling you that you're nuts?" I asked. Barrett shoved me in the ribs with his metallic elbow.

"...the dust. My path of destruction has brought me here…" Dyne trailed off once more. I lingered behind Barret ready to take down all the others in the room. My longsword and great 't' shaped shield at the ready.

"Why are you doing this Dyne? Why'd you kill those people? The protests don't need to be violent." Barrett demanded of him.

"The dust told me to, brother."

"And did the dust tell you why?" Barrett wondered, a touch sardonic.

"Why?" Dyne repeated, a bit mockingly. "Why does there got to be a reason that people do things? Is there a why for Eleanor's death? How about your wife Barrett? There a why for her dying?"

"She...she's already gone. Dust lung. Same as your wife. That's the why." Barrett murmured in his baritone.

"And still you hold on, brother. You could let go. Be like me."

"And start the wanton, chaotic destruction of people and property?"

"Destruction of everything, brother. That's the goal. That's what we're starting," Dyne shot back.

"You used to be just focused on the Schnee. But then you just started hurting everyone and everything."

"Of course brother." Dyne let out a low chuckle. "Had to be done. The dust told me to do it all."

"What's the dust telling you now? Dyne?" Barrett asked. His voice pleading despite the baritone of it.

"It's telling me that I should see Marigold again." Dyne rubbed at his forehead with his real hand like he had a headache.

"That's… that's great news. Let's go see her right now. She's happy and healthy and safe. I've been looking after her. Just like I promised I would."

"She misses her mother, don't she? I'm sure she does…" Dyne trailed off into a low, mad chuckle.

"Dyne… what are you saying?" Barrett wondered.

"I'm saying I should be there to send her to her mother."

"Yikes," I muttered. "That is a yike from me, dog."

"You'd kill your own daughter? You're not the Dyne I used to know!" Barrett shouted. He ignored me. He pointed his wrist down range at Dyne and his accomplices.

"Oh if you point your weapon at me you best come correct," Dyne all but whispered. "You best come with fire and lightnin'!" Then he roared.

"I don't want to fight you Dyne!"

"I suspect you've got no choice, brother!" He pointed his own wrist mounted gun at the two of us. His friends took up their own arms as well. "Or my path of destruction won't end here! I'll go on to consume every man, woman, and child. Just like the dust consumed me! You understand dontcha? Just like the dust consumed me!" He repeated. His voice had a lilt to it that was hard to place. Like he finally understood everything. Instead he was just rambling like a mad man.

I got that. I'd been there and done that. The whole path of destruction thing, too. First one target then the next then the next. Each seeming as good as any other. Was this what it was like to see it from the outside? It seemed like a lost cause but then I'd come back.

Or had I?

Had I really come back? The only things that kept me from slipping had been the thought of my friends. I was with them now. Well not now, now but I was with them in general. I was back. They were worrying about me. I was worrying about them. We were doing what we could for each other just like before. I even had two girlfriends. Two! That was almost twice as many as one and they loved me. I'd felt their love and the beat of their warm hearts wrapped around me. I'd felt it tight around me. If I lost that like Dyne had would I keep going?

I shuddered at the thought. If Ruby or Weiss died that would probably be it for me. That's it. I'm done. I'm out. Maybe I'd kill myself. Maybe I'd just go on a tear. Tyrian had been a mass murderer. A serial killer. For a moment or two I got the appeal of that. Just killing just to kill. Just to feel something. Anything at all. I got that.

Then there was my Mother. Always pressing on the surface of my mind with her tentacles. Would I give in to that? Maybe. Hard maybe.

Maybe I'd lose them again. Maybe I'd have to run away once more. That wasn't the same as them dying on me. But it was still a possibility. Could I stand to do that again? Another hard maybe. At least I'd have Neo. Wretched thing that she was. That we both were. Couldn't exactly throw that stone.

I pointed my sword down the range and let my shield fall by my side. I was ready to move and act. I could see it all now. Barrett and Dyne opening fire on the other. The rest diving to the side while I moved in. Anybody without aura would be getting ripped to shreds.

"It don't have to be like this! We can still walk away, Dyne!"

"Yes it does brother. You know it does! I'm gonna fight and you gotta try and stop me!"

They started shooting. People dived to the side to avoid the spray of bullets. Rounds pinged off my thick aura and I moved. I blurred into a hovering roll and got beside Dyne and his men. I grabbed one and slammed him into my knee and sliced at another I was pretty sure had aura. I cut deep into it then I reached out with my shield hand and tossed him and he flew until he slammed into one of the cranes.

Barrett fired a grenade down into the pit and it exploded sending Dyne rolling with a flare of light blue aura. I sliced at another and bit through his arm. Blood sprayed through the air and he screamed until I punched him in the face with my shield. He went down with a massive bruise forming on his head.

I got on top of Dyne and he opened fire right into my torso with his weapon. The gun arm blared at me and punched holes in my aura that made me stagger about until Barret jumped into the pit and grabbed Dyne's gun arm with his free one and picked him up by it.

He then opened up into Dyne's chest.

I think he meant to stop shooting when Dyne ran out of aura but that grenade had already taken the lion's share of it.

"Don't!" I shouted a moment too late.

A hole blew straight through Dyne's torso and Barrett dropped him in surprise. It left a dying man crawling around on the ground and bleeding out.

"The dust, man. The dust..." Dyne groaned from the pit.

"Dyne!"

"Take this pendant. Give it to Marigold. It belonged to her mother. I can't ever hold her again with these stained hands," Dyne rolled over. "These stained hands." He ripped a pendant from his neck and tossed it up out of the lowered section of floor up at Barrett.

Barrett caught it and could do nothing but watch as Dyne died.

"Mine ain't any cleaner, Dyne," Barrett whispered. "Mine ain't any cleaner."

"Take care of her, like she was your own. Please. Look after my Marigold."

"I will." Barrett vowed. And Dyne died in the pit in the floor of the warehouse.

I stabbed my sword into the ground and listened to the sounds of the oncoming sirens.

"Those going to be a problem for you?" I indicated my head in the direction the sirens were coming from. I sheathed my sword and put the whole rig back on my shoulder.

"Nah man. I suppose you'll be wanting your information," he spoke downtrodden and muted compared to his normally fierce voice.

"Yeah. That'd be great."

"It was the Happy Huntresses. They have this invisibility field. They wanted to shut down your op," he told me. He rubbed his face in his hands. Reaching underneath the glasses he wore to rub at his eyes.

"Thanks." I told him. I wiped a few beads of sweat from my brow. "Best of luck with the little girl. That can be a lot to deal with."

"Thank you. For everything," he managed.

"What will you do now?" I asked.

He stretched. "I might join Avalanche. They could use someone like me."

"Might be a good fit. You've got a little girl to look after now, though. Will the terrorism agree with you?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. But I can't let her grow up in a world I know I could have done more for. For my wife. And for Dyne. I know I have to do more. You got people you have to do more for?"

"Yeah. These two ladies and their teammates. I'd kill and die for them."

"You want some advice?" He asked.

"Sure," I said. I could use some genuine advice in the spot I was in. It sounded like he'd lived through it. I could take it.

"Any old fool can kill and die for something. It takes a man to live and let live for something."

I just nodded. Maybe fucking so. It was easy to kill things. So fucking easy. It was so much harder to keep something alive.

I listened and waited for the sirens.

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-WG

#rwby #ff7 #ffvii #motion sickness #white rose #whiterose #white knight #whiteknight #lancaster #war of the roses #ruby rose x jaune arc x weiss schnee #biggs #jessie rasberry #wedge #cloud strife #cloud!jaune arc #sephiroth!jaune arc #barret wallace

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dance with somebody (ch. 15)

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Whiskey can't quite keep his hands from shaking as he types out the message. He reads through it once, changes a couple of words and then briefly considers adding some sort of emoji. He doesn’t. Instead, he makes himself hit send before he has the time to lose his nerve.

I'll be driving to Boston on Sunday to take care of a couple things, wanna come with? Figured I might as well make a day out of it.

Within a minute, he gets the notification for a reply.

sounds like fun. do I get to choose the music?

Sure. Pick you up around eight?

Whiskey doesn't let himself reread that message until after he's sent it. God, it almost sounds like he’s making plans for a date. No, actually – it sounds exactly like plans for a date. So much for the whole charade of pretending that some mundane errand is his main reason for their outing.

ugh, so early? I'll be requiring a cappuccino, Annie's or bust.

When Miguel lets himself into the passenger seat of the truck Sunday morning, greeting Whiskey with nothing but a yawn and tired smile, Whiskey merely nods towards him as he silently hands him an Annie's take away cup.

"Oh, thank God." Miguel takes a sip, closing his eyes briefly. "Don’t you sleep in, like, ever?"

"Not really," Whiskey admits. He starts the truck and puts it in reverse. "I was at the gym this morning."

"Of course you were," Miguel mutters. "Man, if I was half as serious as you about anything, I'd… Oh."

Whiskey glances towards him. Miguel has opened his eyes again, and for some reason he seems to have zeroed in on Whiskey's hands.

"What?"

"Nothing." Miguel looks away abruptly. "Never mind me. Eyes on the road.”

Whiskey does look back ahead, but raises both eyebrows curiously. Miguel clears his throat lightly. He digs his phone out of his pocket.

“I’m loving the retro chick vibe of this truck, but I’m guessing bluetooth’s out of the question? Is there an aux cord?”

“Retro chic,” Whiskey parrots back, amused enough to let whatever just happened slide. “Yeah, you can plug in right there.”

“It’s all about the aesthetic, man.” Miguel grins, tapping merrily on his phone. “Okay. I’ve got no idea what you usually listen to, but this playlist’s got lots of different genres.”

After the first three songs have all been Panic! At The Disco, Whiskey feels the need to make a couple of chirps on the definition of the word different, but then the next three tracks are Billy Joel and Robyn and Blackpink, respectively. It turns out they’re both big fans of The Script and have actually both seen them live on the No Sound Without Silence tour, albeit not at the exact same concert. Miguel waves his hands in excitement as goes off on various tangents about which songs he loves the most and exactly why, almost spilling coffee all over himself at one point, and there’s more than one moment where Whiskey laments the fact that he really must keep his eyes on the road.

By the time Whiskey hits the turn signal for their exit, he’s almost starting to relax a little. So far, so good.

“Hey, I almost forgot,” Miguel says. “You never said where we’re actually going?”

“Boston,” Whiskey supplies ambiguously.

“Ha, ha. Where in Boston?”

“A presently undisclosed location.” Whiskey glances briefly at Miguel. “It’s a surprise.”

He catches Miguel’s soft smile before he has to look back ahead.

“A surprise, huh?”

“Yeah.” Whiskey tries to keep his tone somewhat neutral. “I wanted to… Yeah.”

“I thought you had stuff to do?”

“I mean, surprising you isn’t not doing stuff,” Whiskey argues, even though he knows that’s only a backwards way of admitting that Miguel’s got it right. “It’s just… Other stuff.”

For the first time all morning, he’s glad he doesn’t need to meet Miguel’s eyes.

“Depends on the surprise, doesn’t it?” Miguel teases. He sounds pleased. “Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll just have to figure it all out, anyway.”

“Get ready to figure out the first part.” Whiskey pulls into a parking lot. “Here we are.”

“There’s a second part? You know, I’m almost starting to think… Oh my God. Pancakes!”

Whiskey grins. Miguel actually sounds pretty excited.

“How did you know that I haven’t had breakfast?” Miguel questions eagerly.

“You rolled out of bed with less than a minute to spare and put on the first thing you saw in your closet,” Whiskey says matter of factly. He turns off the ignition. “You’ve literally told me that’s your normal routine.”

“I mean, kind of.” Miguel smiles playfully. “But hey, at least you still get to enjoy these effortlessly good looks. Not everyone can look this cute without even really trying, you know.”

“Well,” Whiskey says quietly. Finally, he gets to look over and meet Miguel’s eyes properly. “Fair point.”

Miguel bites his lower lip. Suddenly, his gaze is intent on Whiskey.

“Is this… Too public? Or can we, um. Y’know.”

Whiskey throws a quick glance outside the truck. The parking lot is empty, thank God – quickly, he leans over. It’s a brief kiss, over almost before it’s begun, but Whiskey still feels Miguel’s soft lips smile against his own.

“Come on,” Whiskey mumbles. There’s two more steps to his carefully crafted plan, and he intends to see them both through. “Pancakes. On me.”

The menu at iHOP is ridiculous, but not more ridiculous than the smile on Miguel’s face when the waiter presents him with his mountain of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup and bacon. Unsurprisingly, it’s completely adorable.

The drive over to their second destination is brief. They’re still several blocks away when, suddenly, Miguel goes very quiet.

“Almost there,” Whiskey says, in an attempt to fill out the silence. And just like that, he’s nervous all over again. “You, uh. You good?”

“Are you kidding?” Miguel says incredulously – a good kind of incredulous, if his tone is any indication. “I don’t believe you. Is this really where we’re going?”

“I thought you might like it,” Whiskey says carefully. “They’ve got this new exhibit that’s just opened, it’s the Indo-pacific-”

“Coral reef,” Miguel interrupts eagerly. “Yes, I know, I’ve literally got their tweets on alerts. It sounds amazing. And they’ve got this big ocean tank that’s four storys high, you can walk all around it and see every part from a different angle, plus they do absolutely incredible work with their sea turtle rescue program.” He grins widely. “I love the New England Aquarium.”

“Oh. Well, good.” There’s plenty of available parking space, still, since the aquarium has only just opened. Whiskey gets them a spot close to the entrance. “I’ve actually never been.”

“Then you’re in for a treat.” Miguel is already undoing his seatbelt. “Come on! I can’t wait to show you everything.”

When Miguel said everything, he wasn’t kidding. They spend over half an hour at the first exhibit, since Miguel apparently needs to explain in exact detail why the Amazon rainforest is actually one of the most diverse habitats in the world, and then a whole hour goes by as they watch a pair of sea lions swimming and playing with absolutely stunning control and flexibility. By the time they get to the big ocean tank, Whiskey feels like he’s learned more about marine creatures in a couple of hours than he thought he might in his entire life.

It’s surprisingly interesting. And listening to Miguel ramble about it, his eyes shining with unfiltered excitement, is unsurprisingly captivating.

They sit down on a bench on the third floor, where they have a good view of the tank just below the surface. There’s not a lot of other guests around, probably because of the feeding that’s happening over at the tank with the baby sharks. Whiskey glances to his side just as a surprisingly huge sea turtle swims by them at a leisurely pace, watches Miguel’s lips soften into a perfectly gentle, content smile.

If Whiskey could have orchestrated every detail of his ideal moment to proceed with the third and final step of his plan, it would’ve looked a lot like this.

He clears his throat lightly.

Miguel looks over towards him, a little expectantly.

Whiskey hesitates.

God, he must do this. He must. Even if this is where he fucks it all up, his future self deserves to remember this as a moment in his life when he faced all of his fears head on in pursuit of real happiness. He needs to let himself try, to allow himself this one moment of mortifying vulnerability.

“Do you-”

“Can I-”

Whiskey falls silent abruptly. Miguel blinks, looking equally startled.

They both smile.

“You, first,” Miguel says gently.

“Okay.” Whiskey takes a steadying breath. “I was hoping we could talk about, um. About this. About us?”

He makes an awkward gesture between them that’s probably not at all necessary for Miguel to understand his meaning.

“Sure,” Miguel agrees. He’s still smiling, albeit not quite as softly as before, and there’s an undertone of apprehension as he continues. “Based on the past few hours, I’m guessing I’m not actually about to have my heart broken, here?”

“No. I hope not.” God, Whiskey wishes that he could dare to get his hopes up at those words. Of course, he can’t. He already knows perfectly well that Miguel isn’t indifferent to him, per say. That’s not what he’s been so afraid of finding out. “Miguel, I like you so much. I like being with you, just like this, so much. You’re kind of always on my mind, lately, and it’s all really just so… So great. You’re really, really great.”

“Okay,” Miguel says slowly. His tone is all apprehension, now. “I’m sensing a but, here. You’re not looking to date right now, is that it? Or are you just not looking for a boyfriend at all? Or-”

“No,” Whiskey interrupts hurriedly. “Fuck, no, not at all. Miguel, if you wanted to be my boyfriend, I’d be so happy.”

“Oh.” Miguel blinks. “You… Really?”

“Yes.” Whiskey swallows. “I… Yes. Really.”

“Huh.” Slowly, Miguel’s lips curl into another smile. “Wow. That’s... Okay.”

Whiskey allows himself a moment to smile back. God, what he wouldn’t give for things to actually be that simple.

“Okay,” he says, trying to get back on track. “So, the thing is-”

“Ah, I knew it,” Miguel cuts in, almost playfully. “There is a but, isn’t there?”

Whiskey grimaces.

“I mean. Sort of?”

“Right.” Miguel’s smile dims again. “Sorry, sorry. I’m listening.”

“It’s not too bad,” Whiskey says, even though it honestly absolutely is. “I, um. You see.”

Miguel watches him expectantly.

“I guess I don’t want to come on too strong, here, and start talking about our lives several years from now,” Whiskey begins, testing the waters a bit.

Miguel raises his eyebrows slightly, but looks otherwise unruffled. So, like, that’s not a terrible reaction.

Whiskey takes the plunge.

“I just need you to know that I’m not sure if I’ll ever actually come out, publicly. Right now, I honestly don’t think so.”

“Ah,” Miguel says. “You mean… Ah. Okay.”

Whiskey waits. Miguel’s expression is infuriatingly unreadable.

“Good to know,” Miguel finally settles on. “That’s not a deal breaker for me, exactly. I’m just not sure if I’d want to keep something like this from absolutely everyone. I honestly don’t think I could.”

“I couldn’t do that, either,” Whiskey says, surprising himself a little bit. Still, it’s the truth. “I’d want to tell my two best friends.”

“You would?” Miguel asks, almost smiling. “Have I met them?”

“Yes, actually. Tango and Ford.”

“So you’re out, to them?”

“Not yet,” Whiskey admits. “But I’ve been thinking about it, and I… I’d want them to know about us.”

“Okay,” Miguel says. He sounds hopeful. “I’d want my best friend to know, too. I’ve known him all my life, so I trust him completely. And I want to tell my closest family.”

“Okay,” Whiskey agrees. It surprises him a little, that the mere thought doesn’t make him panic. “I don’t mind that.”

“I’ll be very clear that they can’t tell anyone else,” Miguel adds gently. “I’m sure they can handle that.”

“If you trust them, I trust you,” Whiskey reassures him. “Actually, it’s sweet. That you’d want them to know.”

“Of course I would.” Miguel smiles briefly. “Are you, uh. Are you close with your family?”

“Not… Not exactly.” It’s not a question Whiskey was expecting. “They’re very, um. Very traditional. I guess I usually go home for holidays and so on, but we don’t really talk a lot in between. I certainly don’t have plans to come out to them. One of my cousins knows, though. Beth. And actually, she’d kind of murder me if I didn’t tell her about you.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Miguel tilts his head a little. “Are you out to anyone else?”

“A couple of people,” Whiskey admits. “Dex, our team captain, probably knows the most. He even knows about you. It’s actually his truck that I borrowed, today.”

“Yeah?” Miguel says. He sounds oddly pleased. “That’s cool. Anyone else?”

“This guy that I, um. That I hooked up with a few times last semester.” Whiskey clears his throat awkwardly. “And Bitty, our captain last year, although he found out accidentally. Oh, and you. Although I guess that’s completely obvious.”

“I’d say I’m aware, yeah,” Miguel agrees cheerfully. “You know, I actually ended up googling that former captain guy, Bitty, after the hockey party. His fiance is kind of a really big deal in hockey, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Whiskey agrees. “He’s the first openly gay male NHL hockey player, and a Stanley Cup champion.”

Miguel hums. “There’s really no one else, in the NHL?”

“Not yet, no.” Whiskey takes a breath. “And I’m honestly not too inclined to be the second.”

“Right,” Miguel says. He sounds less startled than Whiskey expected him to. “You know, that thought actually crossed my mind when you first told me about wanting to go pro. Even though you weren’t actually out to me then. I’ve heard some really questionable things about locker rooms in hockey.”

“I’ve heard my fair share of questionable things in those locker rooms.” Whiskey sighs. “It’s part of why I have so much respect for Bitty and Zimmermann. They’re really important to a lot of queer hockey people out there, and they’ve done so much to make things better. If Zimmermann wasn’t the only out player in the league, that would really change things for both of them. But I’m, I just… I want to play hockey. There’s nothing else I care about as much. But that doesn’t mean that I could do what they do, or that I’m prepared to go through everything they’ve overcome. Maybe that makes me selfish, but it’s just how I feel.”

Miguel hums.

“I get that,” he says. There’s a weight to his words that feels significant, somehow. “If I’m honest, I don’t know if I could do that, either. It’s actually a relief, in a way, that you’re not asking me if I’d be prepared to face that alongside you.”

Whiskey turns to look at Miguel properly. He wasn’t expecting that.

“I’ve never thought of it that way,” he admits. “I was too busy worrying that you’d be against the idea of not being completely open about… About us.”

Miguel meets his eyes steadily.

“It’s really okay, Whiskey. I don’t need to kiss you for all the world to see, so long as I know where we stand.”

“Yeah?” Whiskey asks. And for the first time since they’ve sat down, he finds himself smiling. “That’s, uh. That’s really great. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Miguel says gently. “So. I guess this means it’s my turn, now?”

Whiskey blinks. Right. Miguel had been trying to say something, too.

“Sure, yeah,” he agrees. “Go ahead.”

“Don’t worry, okay? It’s genuinely nothing bad.”

“Alright.”

Miguel takes a breath. Apparently, whatever the not-bad thing is, he’s still nervous to say it. Which isn’t at all alarming.

“So, you know how I’ve been hoping to get a room at the water polo frat?” Miguel begins tentatively. “I’ve kind of changed my mind about that, a little bit. I love my team, but I already see them all the time, and the reason I want to move out of the dorms is so that I can have a space that’s more my own. Somehow, I don't think I'd feel that way with all my idiot teammates around.”

“Good instincts,” Whiskey interjects. “I could tell you stories.”

Miguel smiles.

“I’ve actually found a small apartment just off campus that’s surprisingly affordable. I think it might be because the layout of the kitchen area is, like, so impractical that it’s got to be on purpose, but I could definitely make it work.”

“Well. Sounds like a good option.”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna take it,” Miguel says carefully. “It’s, um. It’s actually no more than a ten minute walk from your hockey house. And it’d be, you know. Something a little more private.”

“Oh,” Whiskey says. He frowns slightly. “You really don’t have to do that, for me.”

“I’m not only doing it for you,” Miguel reminds him firmly. “Like I said, I want something that’s more my own place. This seems like my best option.”

“Well,” Whiskey says, considering. “If you’re sure. It, uh. It does actually sound really nice. I think I might visit you quite a lot.”

“You’d be more than welcome to,” Miguel says. He grins. “Hey. Can I say something?”

Whiskey blinks.

“You just did, I think?”

“Yeah, well.” Miguel grins a little wider. “See, I don’t want to come on too strong, here, and start talking about our lives several years from now. Sounds familiar?”

“... Oh.” Whiskey feels startled in the best way possible. “I guess?”

“It’s just… If I had a wishlist, eventual cohabitation would probably be somewhere near the top.” Miguel tilts his head a little. “Just thought I’d put that out there.”

“Yeah?” Whiskey manages, a bit unsteadily. “I, uh. I’d definitely be open to having that conversation. At some point.”

“Okay. Cool.” Miguel averts his gaze for a second, looking back at the ocean tank before them. His smile, Whiskey thinks, is perfectly lovely. “So. Do you... Should we head back?”

Whiskey frowns. He’s more than aware of the fact that there’s several exhibits they haven’t even gone anywhere near, yet. Miguel must know that, too.

“Isn’t there stuff left to see?” he wonders, a little unsurely.

“We can come back,” Miguel says quickly. He turns back towards Whiskey, and there’s a look in his eyes that immediately earns him Whiskey’s full attention. “Right now, I’d rather just be somewhere a bit more... Somewhere we can be alone. And my roommate’s actually gone for the weekend, so. I was thinking…”

Oh.

Whiskey gets to his feet.

They don’t waste any time making their way back to the truck. Whiskey starts the ignition, his mind occupied with calculating how long the drive might take. As he puts the truck in reverse and starts backing up, Miguel makes some sort of noise next to him.

Whiskey glances over, surprised to find that Miguel’s expression is… Tense. Or something.

“Never mind me,” Miguel mutters through his teeth. “Just, um. Just drive.”

It reminds Whiskey of what Miguel had said to him that same morning, after he’d gone oddly quiet and… Stared at Whiskey’s hand on the gearshift. Huh.

Whiskey pauses after backing up. He raises both eyebrows in question.

“Oh, fuck you,” Miguel says, his weak tone a definite contrast to his choice of words. “Look, it’s really stupid. You’re gonna think I’m an idiot.”

“I mean, maybe,” Whiskey allows. He still doesn’t keep driving. “Does it help if I promise not to take the piss?”

“Persistent, aren’t we?” Miguel mutters. He sighs. “Ugh. Fine. It’s just… You drive stick.”

Whiskey blinks.

“Is that, like… A whole thing for you?”

“Oh, shut it,” Miguel grumbles. “This is hardly my fault, okay, I really can’t be blamed for being stupidly attracted to you.”

Whiskey probably shouldn’t smile as widely as he does – he literally just promised Miguel that he wouldn’t make fun of him. “Stupidly, huh.”

“Well, yes!” Miguel exclaims. And suddenly, it’s like a pair of proverbial floodgates have opened. "Did you know that every time you open your ridiculously hot mouth in class and something highly intelligent spills out, I die a little bit?”

Whiskey blinks. Fuck. If there’s one thing in this world that he didn’t know, it’s definitely that.

Miguel continues before he has the chance to respond.

“And God, you couldn’t warn a guy before making me watch you dominate that hockey game like you single-handedly invented skating? Believe me, I am sincerely, stupidly into you – you with your ridiculous face, and that brain, and those muscles, Jesus. You are quite literally the whole package and it's honestly so completely infuriating.”

Whiskey swallows. He can’t seem to look away from Miguel, who is actually glaring at him, now, and that shouldn’t be the best thing that’s happened to Whiskey all day. And it kind of isn’t better than their pivotal conversation earlier, if Whiskey thinks about it logically and rationally, which he would absolutely do if Miguel wasn’t looking at him like that.

“Right,” Whiskey finally manages in response. “Gotcha.”

Miguel narrows his eyes.

“Listen,” he says. His voice is low, and raw, and determined. Whiskey’s breath hitches. “You’re going to drive us back to campus, and I’m going to take you up to my room, and, if you'll let me, I’m going to spread you out on my bed and make you feel every deliciously bittersweet moment of frustration that I've suffered on your account. God knows you've deserved it."

“Um.” Whiskey swallows, twice, and then attempts a deep breath. His brain might have short-circuited a little bit. “Is this a good time to mention that you talking like that is kind of really doing it for me?”

“No,” Miguel says evenly, despite the fact that Whiskey can see the clearly pleased smile tugging at his lips. “Just, for God’s sake, Whiskey. Drive. Now.”

Whiskey forces himself to look back ahead. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Miguel follow the movements of his hand as he carefully changes gears.

Boston, Whiskey thinks dizzily, is entirely too far away from Samwell.

(ch. 16)

#check please #omgcheckplease #connor whisk #whiskey #whiskey x oc #OC: miguel #my babies #you guys #look at them #dance with somebody #evie writes #fanfiction

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? Oh you are just mean. Nutella is amazing as a filling or icing, but when it comes down to it I guess I look for peanut butter more often. I love both though.

Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? Mashed. But baked potatoes are pretty good too; the only reason I didn’t pick it is that I don’t get to have it as often as I do mashed.

What is your oldest sibling’s middle name? I’m the eldest sibling, but my sister, who comes after me, has Beatrice as her second name if that’s what you mean by middle name.

Do you like breadsticks? Yes. The more cheesy-garlicky, the better.

What are your favorite things to spend money on? Merch or food.

Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Puppy. Not the biggest fan of cats.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 24.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? If it’s the combination of having to be around people I’m not too close with, like workmates, and I’m eating something that tends to be messy, like jjajangmyeon, then yeah I can definitely feel conscious.

When you opened your eyes this morning, what were your first thoughts? I fell asleep from 11 PM to around 3 AM and when I woke up then I thought “ugh, I fell asleep early again?”

What is one thing in the room you’re in that reminds you of somebody? My vape pen constantly reminds me of Andi because they were the one who gave it to me.

Could you ever be friends with somebody who was homophobic? No.

Would you ever want to be a supermodel, or date one? I did want to be one, at one point. It was all a matter of being stuck with the wrong crowd at the time lol.

Honestly, have you ever made fun of somebody so bad they cried? Probably with my sister when we were very young.

Honestly, would you rather be complimented on your looks or intelligence? Intelligence.

Have you ever purchased a pregnancy test, for yourself or otherwise? I never have.

You can get one thing, anything, for free right now. What do you pick? Why? A 1 or 2 TB hard drive. My phone has reached the stage where I’m starting to have to constantly delete shit so I don’t reach the maximum storage, so I need someplace to dump all my photos and videos in to free up my phone.

Honestly, have you ever danced naked? Nope.

What was the first illegal thing that you did? Did you get caught? I dunno...buy pirated movies? I didn’t get ‘caught’ since pirated movie stalls are widespread here anyway, so for the most part I’ve always been more concerned for them than I am for myself.

What is the home page on the computer you’re on? Technically it’s supposed to be the Google home screen, but I have an extension that shows me my to-do list for the day.

Do you like to write poetry? Nah, that’s always been my Achilles’ heel when it comes to writing.

Are your ears pierced? Yup. Surprisingly enough they’ve never closed up despite never having worn earrings (clip-ons notwithstanding) in the last 13 years.

If so, were they pierced with a piercing gun, or with a sterile needle? I’m not sure, since my mom had them pierced when I was a baby. I would guess piercing gun, though.

Do you wear makeup regularly? I never wear makeup.

Did you eat cereal for breakfast today? I never have cereal unless I’m staying at hotels. It’s just never been something I look for.

When was the last time you tripped over something? A box that was lying around in my room.

Any obsessive-compulsive tendencies? I’ll sometimes get concerned with how many times I have to flick the switch of our hot water dispenser or open and close the refrigerator door before I feel completely satisfied...but I dunno if that counts.

Who was the last person you yelled at? Technically...Angela? I was filming an unboxing video for a gift she randomly got me and I loved the gift so much I was yelling my excitement through the screen.

Why did you yell at them? ^ That.

Favorite type of apple? I don’t like fruits.

Ever seen live horse racing? No, it’s not something that interests me.

How about live greyhound racing? I don’t even know what that looks like.

What’s one thing, besides the obvious, that you couldn’t live without? The arts, I guess. I need something to listen to, to watch, etc on a regular basis.

Have you ever touched a giraffe? I don’t think so.

What does your mom call you? Robyn, or the Filipino term parents use for their kids.

What stresses you out the most in life? A particular client at work. We have a million campaigns going on for them at any given point so my life virtually revolves around that brand these days.

Do you play any PC games? What is your favorite? Nope.

If you were pregnant, how would you tell the father? Well, that would depend on the circumstances. Did we want a baby? Was it a bad surprise, a happy surprise? I can't answer this with just one idea. < Yeah.

What’s the hardest level you can play on Guitar Hero? If I’m using a Playstation controller, I can go Hard or Expert. But my finger coordination with the actual guitar controller is terrible and I fail most songs even at Easy.

What ever happened with you and your first boyfriend? There was never any ‘boyfriend,’ but my first girlfriend and I have basically had a falling out and I haven’t talked to her in months, and I expect it to continue being that way.

What’s your favorite country song? I don’t have any.

What is the worst thing a former boyfriend/girlfriend has done to you? Putting her pride and anger first even when I’m obviously in a state of disstress or breakdown in front of her. That’s some emotional rollercoaster I’m glad I don’t have to deal with anymore.

What were you for Halloween last year? Just Dora the Explorer again, which was a repeat from the year before that.

Are you feeling guilty for something? I don’t think so; at least there isn’t anything I’m actively feeling guilty about at the moment.

Are you usually quiet or loud? I think I’m in between? I’m pretty loud but I can space out at the most random moments hahaha.

How many hours do you spend on the computer a day? This question always makes me wince at myself...I guess anywhere between 16-18 hours? The only time I put my laptop down is when I’m off to bed, but otherwise it’s constantly open.

What is the show that you watched when you were little, and you still do? I don’t think there is such a show.

Do your siblings text you? Nope. We live under the same roof 24/7 so there’s been little need to text.

Do you want a small or big wedding? Big.

Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? Yes, but that was when Google Earth was still super bare so I wasn’t able to see the actual house anyway, but just the general area where we’re located. I haven’t used Google Earth in years.

Who is your ex dating/talking to? I don’t know and I hoooonestly could not care less.

Ever kissed someone who smokes? Yep.

Does it take a lot for someone to annoy you? Depends on my mood. I have my moments where it’s very easy for me to get irritated.

Do you own your own computer? I mean it was bought for me, but I didn’t get it with money I earned.

Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? When my brother was starting to mature, my sister and I very very briefly experimented sharing a room, but it lasted like all of two weeks. My parents ultimately just transferred our balcony to a bedroom so that all three of us had our own rooms.

What noises in the room you’re in, do you hear at the moment? An airplane is flying above me at the moment so I can hear its engine. I can also hear some crickets chirping and the faint barking of dogs.

Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yup.

What’s the biggest upcoming event for you? I guess my second vaccine dose is kinda big? It’s happening this Friday.

What do you typically order from Wendy’s? I rarely get Wendy’s tbh, but when I do I usually go for their Baconator.

Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? No, it’s not something I would be into.

What do you love most about yourself? Continued the next day because I am terrible at taking a survey in one go. I like that I don’t hesitate to do or buy things for my loved ones, not even inwardly. I guess it’s because my family has always lived very practically, so I want to make up for that by spoiling my friends.

Have you ever received a hickey from the last person you kissed? Yes.

What are you doing right now? I am supposed to be at work but it’s a relatively quiet day, so I’m here. I do have my screen split between Tumblr and my emails though, so that I’d be able to see if new work will come in hahaha.

What’s bothering you right now? Quiet work days always make me anxious because it makes me think if I’m forgetting about something crucial.

What was the last thing you drank? I literally just took a sip of my coffee before moving on to this question.

Be honest, do you like people in general? Depends on the situation, I think. Like when I go to concerts, I know I’m around people I share the same interests with, so there’s a sense of solidarity that goes with that. But when I’m like...I dunno, lining up to get my license renewed at a government office, I know people there are in a rush and tend to get rude, and that makes me feel a little bit overwhelmed. I don’t think this is something I can generalize.

Do you want your tongue pierced? No. Lip I can consider, but I have to pass on tongue.

Do you change your phone background a lot? I do these days, yeah.

Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something? Possibly.

Have you ever been strip searched? I’ve been searched, but was never asked to strip.

Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? No, it’s an ordinary surname.

Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly? Never.

Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? I get sick of people who call themselves bipolar, and of people who use ‘bipolar’ to describe someone else who just has your typical mood swings.

Describe your day so far in three words: Business as usual.

What was the most stressful project you had so far/while in school? I was once designated as a leader for a science investigative project, which didn’t make sense because science was definitely not my strongest point. Needless to say it didn’t go well and I ended up being a terrible leader. Choose one- Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: Butterfinger, even though they’re a bitch to eat and chew.

Have you ever stepped in dog poop? Maybe once or twice. It fortunately doesn’t happen a lot.

What was the last thing you spent money on? I got Angela and Reena cheese tarts. The reason behind it was Jin held a VLIve last Monday and he had been eating egg tarts during the stream; and because I was happy to have watched my first Jin live, I got my friends cheese tarts hahaha. I don’t know a lot of places that sells good egg tarts so I settled for cheese tarts instead, which I think are better anyway.

Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Yeah.

Is there a guy that knows a lot about you? I guess Hans? We personally don’t get to have a lot of heart-to-heart exchanges, but considering how Angela’s my greatest confidante I’m sure she has shared bits of my life to him, which I don’t mind.

Is there someone you just can’t imagine your life without? I don’t really like answering this question anymore because the people that I’ve declared ‘for keeps’ have faded out of my life at some point. I’m a lot more guarded and self-preservation-y when it comes to this now.

Do you prefer Starbucks coffee or small cafe coffee? Ooooh, both. I love coffee.

Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? No.

Do you enjoy being outdoors? If the weather is nice, yes.

Do people tell you that you have an accent? I mean I’ve been told my English is strong, but my accent in particular doesn’t really get noted.

Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July? I don’t celebrate that.

What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? I don’t like talking about my brother. Otherwise I am pretty open about everything.

Is there anyone you would take a bullet for? Several people come to mind.

Do you enjoy tanning? If I’m at the beach, sure. It’s honestly not something I have to constantly keep up with, though, since I’m already naturally tan enough. Are you a virgin? No.

Who’s your celebrity crush? Taehyung :(

Did or do you get good grades in English class? I always got pretty good grades in English.

What part of your body are you self-conscious about? Teeth, and my legs sometimes.

Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? I don’t celebrate that.

Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Yes.

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yes.

When was the last time you got a shot? Last month, then I’m getting my second dose tomorrow.

#survey #surveys

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spurgie-cousin · 4 years

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What do u think of sister wives so far? Can u give a brief opinion on K, M, J, C and R.

Lol I’m glad you specified ‘brief’ otherwise this might get real long real quick (edit: it got long anyway my bad)

I feel like this season so far is boring and frustrating. They started off with a bang with Janelle’s confrontation about the families living apart (which I agree with her on) which just ended with everyone but Christine being like ‘hmm interesting’ (and Meri lying). The rest is just them being frustrated with Flagstaff (still don’t understand why the hell they’re there), the petty squabbles that pop up around that, and then Kody and Meri’s relationship problems which, just shoot me in the head already. I can’t think of one other way that Kody can express that he’s done with the relationship and I feel like their storyline is equivalent to banging your head on the wall, nothing ever gets accomplished and you just have a headache after.

Kody: Unlike a lot of people I don’t totally hate Kody. I think he’s kind of a ditz and is very overly enthusiastic about a lot of things but he also comes across as one of the more open ones out of the 5 of them to me. He kinda just word vomits everything that crosses through his head which leads to interesting and relatively genuine insight into his feelings about polygamy/plural marriage/etc. I also think he’s the type of person who’s able to adjust their positions based on new information, which we kind of saw at the beginning of this episode regarding polygamy. His biggest fault for me is that he can also seem very over-bearing when he gets an idea in his head, and he comes across as very persistent and grating when others don’t agree with one of his decisions. One thing that’s very annoying to me about him this season is how ‘done’ he is with trying to figure out Flagstaff when it was his dumbass idea to begin with.

Meri: Meri is probably my least favorite of the 5 of them and that was even before the whole cat-fishing thing (but that didn’t help). She always kind of came across to me as someone who withheld a lot of the truth and was very ruled by emotions in a way that always positioned her as the victim. The catfish thing kind of confirmed some of that because she very obviously lied about a lot of the details, including the fact that it was romantic in nature. I can’t tell if it’s her and Kody or TLC that’s making their relationship arc so miserable but that definitely doesn’t help either. The narrative right now seems to be that Kody’s mentally and emotionally out and she still thinks they’re working on something somehow.

Christine: I like Christine as a person, she seems fun to hang out with and also comes across as fairly genuine. But she also seems like someone who just lets themselves get taken on a ride by emotion which leads to unnecessary drama. I can’t tell what they’re gearing up for this season with her whole ‘I can’t be married to Kody!’ anymore thing but it seems like it’s going to be something like that. I also get the feeling that she sincerely is not meant to be a plural wife. From early on the issues she’s had with jealousy especially seem like they’ve been borderline traumatic for her. I think that’s also evident in her reaction to the one house idea, where even the mention of it sends her into tears.

Janelle: She’s definitely my favorite of all of them because she’s so logical and pragmatic. To me it usually feels like she’s the only adult in the room lol. She also comes across to me as someone that’s truthful and open, and I like how she approaches issues with the mindset of ‘how are we going to resolve this’ instead of ‘oh no why is this happening’ (or ‘god will fix this and I don’t have to do anything’ cough Robyn). Janelle’s also not afraid to call the others out on their shit like in the first episode of this season where she essentially said ‘hey jerks, you either walk the walk or admit this is not how you want to live, because we’re not doing this right’. Overall big fan.

Robyn: A lot of people think Robyn is manipulative or attention-hungry and I think that’s giving her too much credit lol. She seems sweet, kind of dumb, and very emotional lol but I also think she’s the least confrontational. A lot of people on reddit especially think she’s always conniving a way to be the ‘favorite wife’ and I totally disagree, I think she really likes her other sister wives and enjoys being part of the family a lot. She’s like Meri and Christine though in the sense that she lets her emotions lead the way and it contributes to a lot of unnecessary drama. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve been watching her talk and have been like ‘god stop crying Robyn it’s not that friggin deep’.

#sister wives

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pynkhues · 4 years

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So it's starting to seem like Rio is really hurt about Beth. What do you take of his comment, "they always do"? Does Beth have any idea that he is hurt by what she did?

She’s definitely hurt him, anon, and I think Beth does know that, yes, but I also think that she might be mistaken on what it is that hurt him. I think she thinks that the biggest trauma for both of them right now is the shooting at the end of 2.13, and while I think that is a capital-i Issue for Rio, I also....don’t think that’s what has him pushing her away with one hand and pulling her closer with the other.

I think he’s most hurt because she quit him fairly brutally both personally and professionally in 2.09 and 2.10.

Which is a big statement, I know, so let’s break that down a bit.

(Behind a cut, because this got long, and I wanted screencaps, haha)

The Way We Were

The thing about S1 and S2 is - for the most part - Beth and Rio’s relationship trajectory felt positive, even if it wasn’t necessarily. After the first time he’d tried to kill her in 1.02, they formed what was essentially a box waltz with one another, which meant they were ultimately performing both to and with one another, while going through a familiar set of steps.

He did the one-step - giving her a seemingly impossible task (the Canada trip), she stepped up to meet in line with him on the two step - rising to the occassion (she delivered), she stepped forwards on the third step, making him step back to accomodate her - in other words, she did something that kept them dancing (leaving him her pearls).

And again one-step - he gave her a seemingly impossible task (Eddie’s bleeding body), the two step - she pivoted the occassion, in a way that - three step - kept them dancing (her operation).

And again:

1 - he gave her a lot of money to wash.

2 - she did it successfully.

3 - next time she asked for more money.

And again:

1 - he confronted her about a failed secret shopper

2 - she handled it (badly, haha)

3 - they talked, she gave him an order for the first time (”Don’t ever point a gun at me again”)

And they kept dancing.

Every scene between them was a step that moved us around a dance floor in a way that felt like progress, but was more just the next step of that same dance.

Even their earlier break-ups were the same.

In 1.09, we have the step one (impossible task) of the truck, the step two (of her delivering), with the bonus misstep of her throwing the keys and him breaking up with her, followed by the familiar third step - her stepping forwards and him accomodating (her getting him arrested, him shooting her husband in response, before going back to step one, and ordering her to kill Boomer).

In 2.06 too:

1. Rio tells her she has to take his cars on the Boland Motors Lot (with the added forwards step of showing off Dylan, haha)

2. Beth responds by stealing everything.

3. Beth forces his hand, and Rio agrees, keeping up the dance.

The Break-Up

2.09 is actually very different as a whole, because she doesn’t necessarily break the waltz with the break-up, she breaks it with the seduction.

From that moment in the bar to the moment in her bedroom, Beth and Rio aren’t falling into familiar steps, they’re pushing closer in a slow dance. Something they both sink into, that they both want, and the slow dance, while they’re in the midst of it, matters.

Rio’s willing to change the tempo.

And I think Beth was too, but want, in that sense, wasn’t why she did it. She was ending the dance.

The moment is pointed.

In every other misstep in every other episode, there’s still been the expectation from one of them that the dance would continue. Beth was never going to let Rio go at the end of 1.09 - she needed him professionally, and wanted him personally too much, just like in 2.01, Rio was never going to let sleeping dogs lie. Even in their brief distance in the early part of 2.04, there was still the lead - Rio offering her the money, the realignment - Beth starting up the Boland Motors job, and Beth’s step forwards - seducing him at the bar.

That wasn’t an option in 2.09, not for Beth. The stakes were too high, so she severed it all, and the dance was done, whether Rio wanted it to be or not, and - -

Well.

I think all signs point to him not wanting it to be.

The After Party

There’s been a bit of commentary from all sides lately about Rio’s escalation in violence and aggression this season, but to me at least, it didn’t begin with 3.01. It started in 2.11.

After Beth broke up with him in 2.09, we only got the briefest glimpse of him in 2.10 where two things happened - one, he warned her about Turner’s raid on Boland Motors, and two, the show revealed Beth had blocked his calls and Beth told him he’d get over it (the latter of which I’ll come back to for probably the exact reasons you’re thinking, haha.)

Then we have a very distinct character progression.

2.11 - Rio tries to coax her back into their dance through a) his darkest means yet in severed body parts, and b) with decidedly ulterior motives. Beth caves, continues step two, only her step three - where she steps forwards towards him via breaking into his loft isn’t met with him stepping back to accomodate her and swing them into step 1 again. It’s for her to crash into his chest.

In other words, Rio restarts the dance just so he can be the one to end it.

2.12 - There’s no dance this episode, just a desperation on Beth’s end, and a willful vindictiveness and - I think - clear hurt on Rio’s where he tries to tell her they weren’t ever dancing at all.

2.13 - Ahhhh, the biggest mess of all, haha. Beth tries to dance, but Rio isn’t there to meet her, instead goads her, and then bounds forwards by kidnapping her, then lunging at her. She shoots, he falls, she runs.

3.01 - And well - Beth’s dancing with herself (*cue Robyn*) and Rio’s dancing with Turner, but it’s not like how he dances with Beth. It’s him faking being on the backfoot, right before he steps forwards. More than that though, they’re also back in the dance hall - via Rio’s fixation and Beth’s via Rhea and Marcus. They’re dancing with different partners, waiting for the switch.

3.02 - Really a continuation of the previous episode, but it underlines Beth’s fixation on Rio through her fixation on what he would do. In this episode, really, she’s dancing with the ghost of him.

3.03 - The reveal! Gosh, this is the episode the music cuts, right? It also marks another escalation in Rio’s overall behaviour around Beth. He’s going to kill her. He’ll put the final cross through them, only - - once again - - despite herself, Beth keeps the dance going with the pregnancy lie. The rest of the episode isn’t so much a box waltz as it is a tango, a furious, rising tension between them that’s catapulted by the memory of the slow dance in 2.09 which rises the tension of the tango in 3.03.

3.04 - Until they break step. Beth tells him it could all be over. They’re not tangoing anymore, or waltzing, but they’re actualy almost slow dancing. The episode deliberately put them in a similar set-up to what they were in 2.09 - at a bar, practically alone, emotionally raw. They sway around each other, and Beth asks him what it would take, and Rio - -

Well.

Rio takes that first step.

He gives her an impossible (possible) task.

And the thing is, Beth is stumbling to step 2 when he shows up at Paper Porcupine, when he watches her make the money - a dance we’ve never seen before, but one slow and intense, and that hails back to former intimacy in much the way the earlier scene had called back to 2.09.

3.05 - And well, despite themselves, they’re dancing, albeit not entirely in-time, and not entirely in-step. Rio does his one-step - giving Beth an impossible task (to make the money), and Beth is on track to meet step two when Dean breaks the plate, and then Rio escalates the situation, stepping forwards again too far, deliberately encroaching on Beth’s space, keeping the dance going almost as a punishment. Enough she can feel the weight of him on her toes.

3.06 - And maybe this is the episode where, despite everything, they try to waltz again - he steps forward with his job, she holds steady until she steps back (telling him she’ll make the money again)

Since 2.09, it’s been a series of missteps. Of one of them trying to re-start the dance and the other refusing, or one overstepping, or understepping, or refusing to move at all, but we’re edging closer and closer into a similar dance, albeit one with raised stakes, raised tempo, and richer emotion.

Take Me Back

The dialogue and visual imagery this season has frequently underlined this too.

When it comes to Beth and Rio, there have been callbacks to 2.13, but almost all of them have been accompanied by references to 2.09, particularly when Beth and Rio are together.

Whether that be the initial reveal, where Rio’s dramatic display of the bullets was broken down by Beth’s pregnancy lie - a deliberate callback to 2.09, to some visual callbacks and reframings too. Most obviously, the fact that they’re at a bar, and they’re positioning at that bar:

But also, Rio’s hand on her arm in an attempt at comfort vs

His hand on her arm in an attempt at intimidation.

Later, that episode doubled down on those cues - from the whole sequence at the OBGYN where Rio specifically referred to 2.09 by way of telling the doctor he “hit it in the bedroom while [her] husband was at work”, which is affecting, I think, to both of them.

In 3.04, it’s emphasised though in a big way as the entire final scene is framed in a way that feels like a love scene, in no small part, because it deliberately calls back on the blocking and visual language of 2.09:

Rio awkwardly entering a space that is definitively Beth’s:

Rio following her into the most Beth space within that Beth space - her bedroom vs where she makes the money:

Them staring at each other as they are increasingly vulnerable to one another:

And them getting close, and sharing something that’s personal and professional and everything in between.

And then again - it’s underpinned in 3.06 by Rio calling back to multiple s1 and s2 episodes. Key-waltzing-territory! He calls her darling, which he does in 1.10, reiterates their ‘rotten egg’ conversation from 1.07 (and asks for a name too), references 2.13 with her putting ‘three slugs in him’ - notably the first reference of that since 3.03, echoes the conversation in 2.12 where she’s just business to him; she agrees to print, he talks about a lockdown, chin-hands and everything like they were in 1.08, and then he dismisses all of it, pointedly not referencing 2.09.

Something that’s only reiterated by the end of the episode where they deliberately callback to 2.10 - Rio asks about Max, and Beth says he got over it, and Rio replies with “They always do”, contrasting with Beth telling him he’ll get over it in 2.10 - Rio’s lone scene in the direct aftermath of 2.09.

Rio’s harshness has always cast a long shadow on the ways that he can be warm and gentle, just like that warmth has always softened the sharpness of his violence and aggression too. I think where we’re at at the moment is very much aligned with Beth and trying to negotiate those parts of him - in no small part through her seeing him weaponise that warmth against Lucy, but also through his very real relationship with Rhea and Marcus too; and similarly I think we’re seeing Rio try to disentangle Beth’s criminality, her own violence, and her softness too in a way that he both is drawn to and deplores, and the result is just - - a glorious mess, haha, at least to me.

But in all of that, I think it’s pointed that the season is drawing attention back to 2.13 explicitly while also very pointedly leading us back to 2.09, either directly (the pregnancy lie) or indirectly (the blocking), as the true source of this season’s conflict.

In that sense, to answer your question, I think Beth’s fixated on the shooting, and Rio’s fixated on the break-up, and in that sense, they aren’t communicating about either of those traumas, which means, well, in true Beth and Rio fashion, they aren’t communicating at all. Still, as of the last episode, we seem to be slowly kicking back up into our familiar waltz, and I can’t wait to see how that plays out!

#gg 2.09 #gg 3.04 #callbacks and parallels #beth x rio #gg 2.10 #gg 2.13 #gg 3.03 #gg 1.08 #gg 2.11 #gg 3.05 #gg 3.06 #gg 3.02 #gg 3.01 #gg 2.12 #catching feelings #beth boland #rio #welcome to my ama #Anonymous

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We Are The Champions

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s,

Here is the next part in this Robyn and Taron story :)

Suze xx

Little disclaimer - There is a mention of blood in this, just giving out a little warning and as always, I don’t know Taron and this is a made up fanfiction.

“The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking.”

Every kick with her left leg sent a small twinge through her thigh but with the shore only a few meters away now, Robyn knew it was going to be a quick swim and after a couple of kicks and with the help of two more large waves, she felt the stones under her feet and sighed.

“Ok Mari, I am going to stand up now.”

Robyn placed her feet down and still holding Mari, kept her light cry of pain in as she placed all of her weight and Mari’s on her left leg and quickly shuffled Mari around so she could carry her properly, leaning more on her right leg. She touched her left thigh with her left hand and caught a glimpse of some red on her fingers through the water before it was washed away. Cursing to herself, she held onto Mari and walked out of the water, feeling very unsteady on her legs but knew at the moment Mari was the most important thing and getting her to the beach was the last step before she could sit down.

“MARI!”

Robyn heard the scream of the little girl’s name and she continued to walk towards the shore, the water now knee deep.

“Mari!”

Guy had been walking down the left side of the beach, keeping his eyes on everyone as he sped past, telling himself to slow down but his need to rush down the beach was intense so he could walk back and check again, looking at every face to see if it was Mari. Still irritated with Taron for his attitude when his daughter was missing, he was stomping through the stones, muttering to himself. As he reached the end of the beach, there was no one around, most of the crowds up near the busier part of Aberystwyth and he was in two minds of whether to continue on down towards the rock pools but as he looked up, he saw two people in the ocean and taking to a jog recognised the flowery bathing suit of his daughter. He pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly dialled Tina, telling his wife he had found their daughter and once the call ended and took a run, skidding on the stones before he managed to move closer to the water, finding it easier to run in the wet sand. Getting closer it became very clear to him that it was his daughter coming out of the water being carried by Robyn. He turned his direction into the water and had to slow down as it found it near impossible to keep his speed up as the water covered his legs.

“Mari!” Reaching Robyn, he pulled his daughter from her and held her close against his chest, his arms gripping her tight and turning around, headed for the beach, leaving Robyn behind him in the water. “Oh, my darling little baby.”

“Daddy!”

As Guy brought Mari the rest of the way out of the water, Robyn took about five more steps before her legs gave in from exhaustion along with the ache in her left leg and she found herself sitting on her heels in the water before she had change position and sit down on the slightly sandy shore with her legs in front of her. She took a look to her left leg and groaned, letting her hand run down torn and scratched skin, ugly looking abrasions left from where she had been pushed against the rocks by the sea. She whimpered a little as the small waves brushed over the wounds, the salt of the water stinging the cuts but she stayed as she was sitting in the water, watching as Guy hugged Mari while speaking to her.

“Mari, you left me and you didn’t tell me! I was so worried and your mam was too!”

“I am sorry dad. I wanted to get some stones for our sandcastles.”

“Mari you cannot just walk away from me without telling me. It is so dangerous. I thought you were lost. You had all of us so worried!”

“That’s what Robyn said.” Mari looked over shoulder to Robyn and then back to her dad. “She told me I shouldn’t have left you and Rosie. I am really sorry.”

“I know darling.” Guy guided his daughters head into his shoulder, looking to the woman who was sitting in the water, her hands rubbing her legs. “You went to the rock pools? Mari, you know how dangerous they are. We have spoken about the ocean and the tides and how the water can cover the rocks.”

“I know dad. I got stuck. Robyn helped me.”

Guy looked once again to Robyn who was still sitting but hearing some shouts, turned his head to see his wife, sister-in-law and other daughter running towards them. He walked with Mari towards his family and handed her over to Tina, who squeezed her hard.

“Oh Mari! You had me so worried!”

“I am sorry mam.”

Robyn looked up when the rest of the family arrived and as they all huddled together on the beach, clear and obvious joy surrounding them as Mari was found, she decided it was time to get to her feet and make her way out of the water and back towards her bag and towel, needing to clean up her leg. It was definitely a struggle to get up and more so from tiredness rather than her hurt leg which although still stung, it was more a discomfort now rather than a biting pain. Finally on her feet, she slowly made her way out of the water, heading back in the direction towards the busy part of the town and beach, limping the smallest bit as she walked not quite able to put direct pressure with her left leg first. Moving her hand around to the back of her leg, she was left with a trail of blood on her fingers.

“Fucks sake.” She mumbled bringing her hand around once again to the back of her leg, pressing a little hard and cringing. Bending down, she washed the blood from her fingers and as her attention taken by cleaning her hand, she missed Taron sprinting down the beach.

Once Tina got the call from Guy to say he had found Mari, she quickly called her sister and Taron to tell them they were at the rock pools. Eve and Rosie had met Tina and they had hurried together, not waiting for Taron as he was the opposite side of the beach but once Taron got the phone call, he jogged the whole way down the beach, taking to a near gallop when he saw all of his family together.

Reaching his family, he tore Mari from his mam and spun her in a circle, making her giggle.

“Taron stop!”

“I was so worried!”

“I know Taron. I just wanted to get some rocks but you know what?”

“What?” He asked bumping his nose off hers.

“Robyn saved me just like she saved you.”

Taron’s eyes opened wide and he turned quickly to his step-dad. “Robyn?” He asked. “Robyn was here? Is here?”

“Robyn?” Tina looked to Guy who shrugged. “Guy?”

“Robyn found her.” He said shrugging again.

“What happened?” Tina asked her husband.

“Mari got caught with the tide coming in. She got stuck on the rocks. Robyn helped her off.”

“She walked her off the rocks?” Tina questioned.

“No mam.” Mari turned a little in Taron’s arms to talk to her mam. “Robyn and I jumped into the water and she swam back with me and a big wave came and covered us but she kept me safe and got me back to the beach. Robyn saved me like she saved Taron.” Mari placed her hands on Taron’s face and gave his nose a kiss. “I am like you.”

Taron looked to his mam and then quickly handed his sister back to her and took a step to Guy. “You forgot to tell us the part where it was Robyn who actually found Mari. Where is she?” He demanded. “Guy where is Robyn?”

“She was in the water when I saw her last.” Guy turned around and nodded to where he had last seen her.

“Was she ok?” Taron asked stepping towards the water but stopping beside Guy.

“I honestly don’t know Taron. I just took Mari from her and out of the water.”

“And left Robyn there after she helped your daughter?” Taron asked. He started to walk towards the water, his eyes darting back and forth but the only thing he could see was a yellow shovel in the waves floating his way.

“Taron?” He felt his hand being taken his mam standing beside him. “What happened earlier? I know you were really upset and angry over something.”

“I need to find Robyn.” He answered, ignoring his mam’s question.

“Love…”

Taron hadn’t even been listening to his mother his face now turned to the right and he gasped when he caught sight of his best friend, limping lightly as she walked down the beach and away from his family. “Robyn…” Dropping his mam’s hand, Taron quickly took a run and followed the footprints in the sand which were Robyn’s but as he stepped in her steps, noticed little drops of red on the sand and frowned as the drops increased in number the closer he got to her. Looking up, his felt his heart flutter in a panic when he saw Robyn holding the back of her leg.

“Robyn!” He shouted seeing her turn, her whole face sad as she caught his eye, her slow walk stopping but her hand stayed as it was.

As she walked away, Robyn could hear the chatter behind her but kept going forward, knowing she needed to clean the scratches on her leg and make sure they weren’t too deep. She hadn’t yet seen Taron walk by so was moving as fast as she could to get back to their base and try and find him, knowing she could ask him to help her. With the majority of the grazes out of her eyeline, she knew she was going to need someone to do it for her. When she heard him call her name, she stopped walking and turned around, seeing him running down the shore towards her. Relief flooded her at seeing him and it took a while for her brain to catch up with her body and she didn’t realise she had lost her footing and was heading for the ground but was quickly caught by Taron’s strong arms just before she landed hard on the ground.

“Robyn.” His arms wrapped around her, picking her up, making sure he had a good grip around her waist. “I hear you are making your way through saving my family?” He joked, but saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes. “You ok?” He shook his head at his question. “What I mean is, well are you ok?”

Robyn smiled a little and nodded. “Yeah I am ok.” She placed her hand on the back of her leg and showed it to him, some blood on her hands. “I got cut up on the rocks.”

Taron looked behind Robyn and saw the damage that had been done to her leg. Long red scratches marred her skin, one or two still bleeding. He wrapped his two arms around her and hugged her close. “I can’t believe you have done it again.” He said into her wet hair, feeling her lean her weight against him before she pulled herself away, taking three long wobbly steps towards the ocean, her hands on her stomach.

Robyn so reluctantly let go of Taron, stepping away from his strong frame as she felt her stomach turn, churning horribly, the sea water she swallowed coming back up and she stood with her hands on her knees, waiting for it to make an appearance but as she crouched down, it kept at bay and she took some deep breathes, feeling a hand rubbing her back. The hunkered position was putting horrible pressure on her sore leg and when she felt Taron help lift her up, she could have thrown herself at him to thank him.

“What happened?” He asked her, tucking her into his side. “And are you ok?” He asked again.

“I swallowed some sea water when I was helping Mari. Do you mind if we sit for a second. My head is spinning a little.”

“Sure. Let me help you.” Taron placed his hands under Robyn’s arms and guided her down to the sandy shore, kneeling very close behind her, his hands on her shoulders. “We can sit for as long as you need.” Starting to worry about Robyn, Taron glanced to her leg, frowning at the marks on her skin, marks left behind as she did something to help his sister, her skin already starting to turn blue with bruises too.

“I just need two minutes. I’m a little tired.” She said to Taron. Feeling him behind her, she knew she could relax against him and leaned backwards, until her back was against his body, comforted by the rise and fall of his chest. “And my leg hurts a bit.”

“I am not surprised Robyn. It is pretty cut up. What happened?”

“Mari got caught on the rocks because the tide came in and I climbed up to help her. We could only get back to the shore by swimming through the sea and once in the water, a wave came and knocked us over. I turned so Mari wasn’t near the rocks and my leg got the brunt of tumble we took.” She ran a finger lightly over one of the shorter grazes. “Rather me than Mari. I then swam her back to shore. It wasn’t far but I don’t know for some reason, I am just knackered. Like I have no energy. This doesn’t hurt as much as it did.” She felt Taron move his hand from her shoulder and very lightly place it on her leg. “It was just the initial sting that hurt. It just throbs a bit now.” Robyn placed her left hand over his hand, the warmth from his palm seeping into her thigh. “Guy met me at the shore and took Mari from me. Is she ok?” Robyn asked looking over her shoulder to Taron, her eyes frowning when she took his in serious face. “Taron is she ok?” She asked turning a little.

He had been concentrating on feeling her heart beat on her leg, letting his thumb rub so gently over damaged skin. He had been lost for a second in trying to give her some comfort, he wasn’t even listening to her but when he heard her tone change, he looked to her face seeing her eyes staring at him. “Oh she is fine.” He said quickly placing his hands on her shoulders. His lips rose in a half smile. “Delighted she has been saved by Robyn too.” Taron moved his arms around her so he could hug her, placing his chin lightly on her left shoulder. “Thank you Robyn. I can only imagine how scared she was and you looked after her so well, just like you do for me.”

Robyn placed her hands on Taron’s arms. “I am glad she is ok.”

“You are not though. We need to look at those cuts and I am concerned with how tired you seem to be.”

“The adrenaline I was feeling is gone and swallowing half the ocean hasn’t helped.”

“Robyn!”

Her head turned as she heard her name called and Mari was running her way, into the water at her feet, throwing herself into Robyn’s arms, while Taron’s were still wrapped around her neck.

“Robyn! You walked away and I was looking for you.” Mari said.

With no choice but to hug Mari back, she took her hands from Taron’s arms and hugged the little girl who was stuck to her, Taron moving his arms from around Robyn so he could hug Mari too, Robyn stuck in the middle.

“Robyn.”

The Irish woman was very popular suddenly as the rest of Taron’s family walked over to them, Tina crouching down, her eyes immediately going to her leg. She had been furious with her husband when she heard that it had actually been Robyn who had found Mari and not Guy, the man conveniently leaving that part out and with a bit more coaxing heard about the argument he also had with Taron and she was even more cross with him when he told her what he had said about Robyn. The young woman who had already helped her son had once again put her own life at risk to save a second member of her family and Tina was in disbelief at how selfless Robyn was, how she just put herself out there to help others and as she firmly said to her husband, was definitely part of her family. When they wandered down the beach to try and find Taron who had run off when he spotted Robyn, she had seen her son carefully help Robyn to sit down and now as she crouched beside her could see the raw and tender looking lesions on her leg.

“Oh Robyn, you are hurt.” She placed her hand on Robyn’s shoulder.

“It’s just a little scratch.”

Tina shook her head. “Really? A scratch? Then explain the trail of blood on the sand? That happen when you were helping my daughter?”

“A wave came towards us and better me than her. She is only small.” Robyn answered, running her hands down Mari’s back. “And I know how important all your children are to you.”

“You are just as important to me too.” Tina answered, placing her hand on Robyn’s leg. “Mari told me what you did for her, how you helped her. Robyn…”

“Tina don’t.” Robyn said quickly seeing Tina’s eyes tear up. “You really don’t have to say anything. I did what anyone else would do. Guess it was a good thing I decided to walk the shore and keep an eye out.” Robyn glanced to Guy who was standing back a little with Rosie.

Laden with guilt, Guy couldn’t meet Robyn’s eyes and hearing her words, the anger he had been feeling was gone. The argument with Taron seemed so stupid and trivial now and once again it was Robyn who had been the saving grace for his family and after his scolding from his wife, realised he had been so very unfair on the young woman. “Thank you Robyn.” He said quietly, now avoiding Taron’s eyes too. “I am so glad you were patient and thinking straight, that you were calm.” Guy stepped forward and crouched down beside his wife, placing a hand on Taron’s and Robyn’s shoulders. “I am sorry for earlier. You were right Taron and horrible heated words were said and she is family.” He gave Robyn’s shoulder a light rub. “I am sorry for what I said.”

Robyn gave Mari another quick hug, whispered in her ear, the little girl letting her go. She looked over her shoulder to Taron who understood what she needed and with some help, she got to her feet, taking a step to Guy and giving him a hug. “It’s long forgotten. I know you were worried about Mari and emotions can run high during stressful moments.”

Taron stood with Tina and she was staring at him waiting for him to talk to her but his eyes were stuck on Robyn, his hands ready to catch her in case she lost her footing again. As she hugged his step-dad, he could see more of where she had brushed up against the rocks and there was a bunch of scratches together, long angry grazes just under the edge of the bottom of her swim suit and he could see her keeping the weight off her leg as she stood on her left tip toe.

He smiled at his mam as he felt her slip her arm around her waist and he kissed her head, seeing Guy catch his eye over Robyn’s head, returning the nod he was given. The air was clear without words and so glad to know that, all he needed now was to look after Robyn. “Mam, I want to get Robyn home to help her. She is really hurt.”

“I can see that.” Tina replied. “Go and take care of her.”

Taron walked away from his mam and to Robyn as she stepped back from Guy and reached for her hand, feeling her grip it tight. “Right, I need to get you home. This needs to be cleaned up.” He pointed to her leg.

“I am sorry I ruined our beach day.” Mari said looking to all the adults around her. “I never meant for Robyn to get hurt.”

“Oh Mari no.” Robyn let go of Taron’s hand and bent down to Mari, trying to hide the wince on her face and took her hands. “I am fine. It is only a little scratch and I have the most wonderful day. I got to come to the beach in Aberystwyth in the sun and spend it with you and Rosie and Taron. We built a sand castle, played beach ball, had a picnic and me and you got to have a swim. You didn’t ruin our day at all. It has been amazing. We had a little adventure and sure you know not to do it again but everyone makes mistakes and learns from them. Like Taron not wearing sun cream on Friday or when as a kid I went playing with my cousins in the fields and never told my parents. They are silly things we do which we learn from. Everyone does silly things. I have a list so long but you haven’t ruined our day at all and our day is still not over.” She said to Mari. “I am sure there was some sort of magic tea planned for this evening because Taron is leaving tomorrow.”

“Actually, there was.” Tina came to kneel beside Robyn. “My sister, Eve, has a café here in Aberystwyth and she had invited us over for tea this evening, well a late tea. It was meant to be a surprise for the girls and Taron. Just a little family gathering before Taron went back to work, before you went back home.”

“Well, there you go.” Robyn gave Mari’s hands another little squeeze. “That sounds like a great way to end a brilliant day. I don’t have these lovely things at home where I live and just coming here to Aberystwyth is a lovely treat for me. I don’t want you to feel guilty for what happened ok? Everyone is fine and safe and apparently has a wonderful evening tea to look forward too.”

“How on earth do you do that?” Tina asked Robyn offering her a hand to help her to her feet, giving her a smile. “Those speeches.”

“Not a speech.” Robyn replied, getting to her feet slowly seeing Taron out of the corner of her eye, ready to step to her if needed but back on her feet, she was steady and let her left hand go to her leg, trying to delicately rub some of the ache away. “Just sense.”

Tina’s sister stepped over to Tina and Robyn, holding Rosie’s hand who immediately let go to move closer to Robyn, tucking herself into Robyn’s right side, Mari cuddled into her left side, Tina smiling as her girls snuggled into Robyn, seeing her son step behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“I know we haven’t met yet, but I feel like I know you. These two are constantly talking about you.” Eve held out her hand to the young woman. “I am Eve, Tina’s sister.” She shook Robyn’s hand. “Thanks for looking out for these three.” She nodded to each of her sister’s children. “So we definitely have plans for tea later but I think you need some looking after first.” Eve could see how Robyn was keeping most of her weight on her right left, her nephew keeping his hands on her shoulders. “So here is what we are going to do. Tina, you, Guy and the girls go and tidy up your beach stuff and head home to change and come back to the café as we had planned.”

“Eve…” Tina looked to her sister.

“Tina…” She returned with a smile. “I know Taron is leaving tomorrow and how much the family meal this evening means to you so let’s follow through with it.”

“But…”

“But nothing.” Eve took her sister’s hand. “Bring the girls home to change. Take some time to just relax for a moment. Come back to me for eight like we had planned. Taron…” Eve looked to him. “I want you to bring Robyn to the café now.”

“But…”

“Do you have a first ad box at home? One that has more than a few plasters?” She added quickly when he went to interrupt her. “I thought not. The café is closer than yours. Get your stuff and come back to The Cabin. Upstairs I have really good first aid box that you can help Robyn with. Then you can head back to yours to change and get ready.”

Robyn grinned at Tina’s face, seeing a little look of surprise at her sister taking charge suddenly but the Irish woman loved how alike herself and Eve were, how she wanted to carry on with the evening plans and it was something Robyn wanted to happen too. It was clear Mari was feeling upset over what happened and with Taron leaving, she only wanted the perfect day to end on a high. Robyn reached for Tina’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I like your sister a lot. We can give speeches together and I think Eve’s plan is perfect. I don’t think what happened today should ruin any plans you have made. I know Taron is going tomorrow early and for quite some time too before he can get home again and I would love to have a nice meal this evening with your family.” Even though Robyn was lobbying for the evening meal together at that moment in time, really did not feel like eating anything of any sorts and with her growing headache and sore leg she really just wanted to get cleaned up and sit for a little while. She knew after an hour or two of rest and some painkillers, her mood with lift and she would be more than happy to sit with his family. Also, with Taron leaving the next morning, Robyn did not want to be the reason why Tina’s plan would not go ahead. “I agree with Eve about everyone taking some time before this evening. Get cleaned up, sit down for a while. I know I would like a bit of a sit down.” Letting go of Tina’s hand, she gave the two girls a cuddle. “Like I said to Mari, I have had a wonderful weekend and we should be ending the weekend with a lovely meal together.”

“Taron?” Tina looked to her son.

“You know I have learnt that I should always listen to a woman and I would like to help Robyn but also the dinner sounds lovely Eve.” He said looking to his aunt. “And thank you for letting me use the apartment. It is closer than mine.”

“Great.” Eve held her hands out to Mari and Rosie. “Let’s head back to your spot on the beach and get tidied up.” The two girls took her hand. “Tina, Guy let’s go.”

“Taron you want some help?” Guy asked his voice filled with genuine kindness and concern, feeling even worse when he saw that Robyn was hurt in helping his daughter.

“Thanks but it’s ok. You all head on and by the time Robyn and I get to our stuff, you lot will be packed up and ready to go. We can grab ours and make our way to The Cabin.”

“Great. Plan made.” Eve confirmed taking the girls hands.

Even though she had only met Eve, Robyn really liked Tina’s sister and how quickly she was moving the situation on because although she could feel Taron’s hands on her shoulders, it was taking lot of energy she didn’t have, to keep herself standing and was finding it quite difficult not to sway but she did not want Taron’s parents fretting more than they already had. It wasn’t the injury to her leg that was making her dizzy but just the exhaustion her body felt that was weighing her down and although she would happily tell Taron that she was quite dead on her feet, she did not want to any of his family to worry or feel so horribly guilty for what happened with Mari. She knew it would just take a little bit of rest for her to recharge.

With a hug to everyone, two more from Mari and Rosie, the group except for Robyn and Taron turned and walked back down the beach, the two children now holding their parent’s hands, both skipping along and once Robyn was sure none of them were going to look back, she reached out for Taron, who was ready and waiting for her, and quickly slipped his arms around her, bringing close to his chest, holding her tight.

“I think you and Eve are going to get on very well.” He said into her shoulder. “And you can stop holding it together now. It is ok to have a little crumble.”

Robyn rested her cheek against his warm chest, under his chin and nodded. “Just a little one.” Robyn snuggled a little into Taron’s chest, his warm skin so lovely and safe against her cheek.

“Still dizzy?” He asked, running his hands in light circles around her back.

“Yeah a bit.”

“You didn’t hit your head, did you?”

“No, just my leg. I don’t know what is going on today. I just feel like I have been hit by a truck. Normally I can swim length after length and you know me.”

Taron laughed a little. “Kinda like the energiser bunny?”

Robyn chuckled. “Yeah like that. Little sleep and lots of energy but today, I am just beat.”

“Maybe all the past couple of weeks are catching up on you.”

“Yeah maybe.” She answered him. “And I like Eve a lot.”

“She reminds me of you.” Taron answered, his hands still rubbing around her back. “Do you want to sit down for another moment?”

“I don’t know if sitting is good right now. If I sit, I might just end up staying here and we really need to get back to your aunt’s.”

“True but I also need to get you back in one piece though. Think you can walk?”

Moving away Robyn placed a little weight on her leg and nodded. “Yeah. Might take a while but I can walk.” She looked to Taron. “You are not carrying me.” She couldn’t help but smile as he bit his lip and raised an eyebrow. “Not a chance. We can walk back.” She tilted her head as his grin grew. “You can do this though.” Robyn moved so she was standing at his left side, lifted his left arm and then stepped back into it, so his arm was around her, reaching for his hand and letting it rest on her waist. “And I am going to lean on you.” She told him, slipping her arm around his back.

“It really would be easier if I could just…”

“No Taron.” Robyn started to walking, testing for a few footsteps if she had to walk on her toes or if she could place weight on her leg and after a few steps realised she could walk but it was a slow walk. “I can do it myself.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Taron asked making sure his grip around her waist was secure and tight.

“A little bit.”

“A little bit?” Taron asked.

“Yeah.”

“You are scraped to bits.”

Robyn laughed a little bit. “The initial sting was worse but now it’s just a twinge. Typical Robyn.”

Taron shook his head. “No it’s just Robyn and I wouldn’t ever want you to change.” He said firmly. “I don’t think I thanked you yet for what you did for Mari. She must have been so scared when she got stuck on the rocks.”

“She was but so brave and listened to everything I said to her. Like her brother.”

“Only because I am sure you were so gentle and kind with her.” Taron answered, keeping his pace slow and steady.

“She is a little sweetheart.” Robyn said, tucking herself a little more into his side. “Did you sort things out with Guy?”

“Guy?”

“Yes Guy. I could hear you arguing as I walked away.” Taron didn’t answer straight away. “I am not offended by how he reacted. His daughter was missing and he was worried. Emotions were running high. All is forgotten and forgiven.”

“He pissed me off.”

“Yeah I figured.” Robyn lightly tickled his side, trying to get some more information from him.

Sighing Taron, looked to her. “He said you weren’t family and implied you had no business in trying to help find Mari.”

“Well he wasn’t wrong about the family part.” Robyn answered him.

“Robyn!” Taron exclaimed. “Really?”

“When it comes to…”

“When it comes to nothing Robyn.” Taron interrupted her, his voice a little annoyed. “As far as I am concerned, you are family.”

Robyn smiled shyly. “Thanks Taron but please tell me you sorted things with Guy.”

“We had a look.”

“A look?”

“Yeah a look.”

“Is this a man reference I don’t get?” She asked.

“Sure chicken. Men don’t do the deep emotional conversations. We just give each other a look. We are good.”

“You sure?” She asked, rubbing her hand lightly up and down his side.

“It is all good, I promise.” He gave her head a light kiss. “Never going to have a nice easy weekend huh, are we?” He asked.

“We will get our chance to just lay in bed all day and watch movies under the duvet.”

“I hope sooner rather than later Robyn.”

“I will light a candle for us.” She replied to him. “When I am home. In the church.”

“Thanks Robyn.” Taron chuckled, groaning when Robyn slapped his back. “Hey!”

“Oi you, that is an Irish thing. Lighting a candle. It’s for luck.”

“Maybe you can light me a couple of hundred then.”

“You have your shite.” Robyn answered laughing. “Those candles are thirty cents each.”

Taron laughed loudly, cuddling her closer to him. “One is fine. Well maybe two. One for us getting a cosy duvet day and one for me going back to work.”

“You are going to be amazing.”

“You haven’t seen the movie yet or had a chance to come onto set.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Robyn answered, getting a glimpse of Taron’s family up the beach, seeing them move around as they tidied away their things. “You know how proud I am of you, how ridiculously talented you are and how fantastic this movie is going to be and mean to so many who watch it.” She heard him sigh a little. “Next few weeks going to be tough too?”

“Hmm. Script gets a bit little bit more vicious in words and actions and we get to do the obligatory must be done Matthew Vaughn under water scene.”

“What?”

Taron laughed at her surprise and how she stopped walking. He gave her the lightest pull to keep her going, seeing how close they finally were to his family’s spot on the beach. “It’s written in my contract when I work with Matthew that he makes me do an underwater scene.” He held her a little bit tighter as they walked up over the loose shingles, worried she might fall. “After all I am the best Welsh under water actor.” Taron gave her a little smile when he saw the frown on her face. “Don’t be worrying. Been there done that and I knew it was already in the script.”

“You failed to mention it to me.” Robyn pouted.

“Because I knew you would begin to fret. I know what you are like, that very protective nature you have around me.”

“I didn’t know you when you filmed under water before but now obviously when I hear under water and filming, I get nervous.”

“Even though you know in detail how it is done?”

“Even with that.”

Taron stopped a few feet before he reached his family as they packed up their belongings and took his arms from around her, hugging her instead. “And I was going to wait to tell you about the filming of this scene.”

“Don’t you dare!” Robyn scolded him. “I need to know when and where.”

“It is in Belfast in a few weeks. They are closing off some open-air swimming pool for us. I will let you know when exactly and you know safety is top priority. Matthew has never let anything happen to me and I have done it so many times now.”

Robyn frowned into his shoulder. “Doesn’t mean something won’t go wrong this time.”

“Robyn…” Taron placed his right hand on her left cheek, giving her hair a small kiss. “Trust me. The crew is fantastic and they make sure I am so comfortable before I even get in the water, watching constantly and they have divers beside me at all time with oxygen. I won’t go into it until I feel settled and I can call you before and after and under the water if you want too.” He was so glad to feel her body move as she laughed against him.

“No need. I just get nervous when I hear filming under water.”

“And I understand that but you don’t have to be.” He gave her a deeper cuddle. “You think I don’t get nervous when you are around little children who can bombard you and surround you and take you down!”

Lifting her head, Robyn grinned. “You would actually be surprised at how I have thought about that before but I don’t think that is the same as under water work.”

“I can still worry about you too. I mean you have that gate and the stairs and the long hours and the overtime and…” Taron’s words were cut off by her hand and as tempted as he was to lick her palm, he kissed it instead. “I will be fine but you still need a little attention.” He looked down to her thigh. “Still need to be cleaned. Now let’s go and get our stuff and head to the café.” He linked his arm with hers and guided them up towards his family, Guy folding down the umbrella, while his mam sorted out the girls.

When Tina saw his son and Robyn walking towards them, she took some steps to greet them. “Robyn, you ok?”

“I am perfectly fine.” Robyn could see the look that crossed Tina’s face, a mother’s look of concern and worry. “I promise.” Taron was still holding her arm and she gently shook it away. “See, standing all by myself.”

“Robyn…” Tina’s face changed and it was amazing how much Taron looked like his mam when they were both unimpressed.

“Sorry.” She quickly said. “Sorry, that’s just me but I am ok. It really doesn’t hurt as much, more like a light ache and once we get back to Eve’s café, I can clean up the scratches and it probably won’t even be that bad.” She saw Tina gaze down. “I bruise ridiculously easy so it is going to look horribly sore and yes it will be tender for a day or two but honestly, I am ok. Is Mari ok?”

Tina smiled through she tried so very hard not to. “I hate to tell you this but her awe of you has increased tenfold. She cannot wait to go to school tomorrow to tell her friends about what you have done, although Guy and I have both told her it is not something to be celebrating. What she did was dangerous and foolish and I do not want her feeling excited by it. She needs to feel ashamed of her actions.” Tina looked to Taron. “You don’t need what happened spread around either.”

It had already run through Taron’s mind what would happen if the media found out about Mari and Robyn’s little adventure and although he knew it was inevitable at some point for the story to appear in a tabloid, the longer it took the better and seeing the look from his mam, knew his mother was going to have a stern chat with his young sister tonight to make her understand what happened was very serious and that she shouldn’t be talking about what happened at school. Taron loved how his mother was always so protective of him, how she knew what he was thinking without even speaking to him and knowing Robyn was the exact same with him, just made his whole-body fill with wonderful warn fuzzy feelings but at the same time, there was that part of his life which revolved around the media that he hated as they always needed to invade his privacy.

“If it gets out, it gets out.” Taron gave a little half-hearted shrug, though inside he was praying so very hard that no one heard about the escapade on the beach. “It is something I will worry about later when I give Lyndsey a call. Right now, I need to fix this one.” He placed his hands on Robyn’s shoulders. “Let’s get our stuff and head to Eve’s.”

“Taron, love.” Tina took some steps closer to him to give him a half hug.

“It’s ok mam. Honest. I really don’t see it happening. Most think I am still in Belfast anyway and both Robyn and I have been here before.”

“Taron…” Tina lifted her two hands to Taron’s face.

“Mam…” He returned, placing his hands on hers. “We are good. I promise. Now can I please help Robyn?”

“Of course. Do you need some help?”

“I got it.” He assured her. “You head back with Guy and the girls and I will see you at Eve’s later.”

“You don’t have to come for dinner.” Tina turned so she could look at Robyn and Taron. “Really, you should both stay at…” She stopped as both her son and Robyn’s faces changed. “Ok ok. Fine come to dinner but if it…” She stopped again and sighed. “Fine ok.” She admitted defeat. “We will see you around eight?”

“Sounds great mam.”

“I have left one chair for you Robyn, in case you would like to sit down.”

Robyn could see the lone deck chair to the side waiting for her. “There really is no need Tina.”

“Well I think you should sit down and let Taron tidy everything up. You have earned a rest.”

Robyn grinned. “I might just do that. Go home and get ready for later. Taron and I will meet you there.”

With another push, Taron and Robyn waved to his family as they finally made their way up the beach, carrying all of their beach gear with them except one deck chair which still stood, waiting for Robyn to sit down but as Taron started to lift his towel, she carefully sat down on her blue towel, her legs in front of her as she settled herself.

“Robyn?” Taron asked dropping his towel in a ball on the stones. He had seen her sit down and immediately went into slight panic mode. “Robyn?”

“I am ok Taron.”

“We need to get this stuff together to head for Eve’s.” He said picking up his towel again, looking to her.

“Can we just sit for a little while?” She watched him stall, holding his towel.

“Robyn…” Taron’s tone was laden with a frustrated anger and Robyn could completely understand why. She knew while she had an overwhelming need to protect him, he felt the same way about her and definitely had not expected her to sit down when they needed to get to the café.

“Please Taron?” She asked. “I know you are concerned and this needs to be cleaned up.” She lightly rubbed her thigh. “But I am back to work on Tuesday and it is going to be so bloody busy. The staff holidays start and we are going to be down two staff in our other building as they are leaving and their cover doesn’t start the same time they finish and my head hurts already with all the time I am going to have to spend in the rooms in my building covering everything, running around like a headless chicken so before I have to go back home, I would love a few minutes sitting and just sitting in silence, listening to the water.”

As Robyn was speaking, Taron dropped his towel and had already lowered himself down beside her, on her towel, sitting on her right. “We can take as long as you would like.” He draped his left arm around her shoulder. “Ok well not as long as you would like but sure we can sit for a while.” He leaned back against the deck chair his mam had left in case Robyn needed it, making sure he was stable and comfortable before shuffling closer to her, tucking her into his side. The evening was still warm and balmy, the sunshine slowly sinking, the heat lingering around and as he closed his eyes, it was a rest he didn’t know he needed. The last hour had been full of apprehension and unease, it was actually nice to sit and as Robyn rested her head into the crook of his shoulder, while his head told him they both needed to get up, his heart told him to stay and stay for as long as he could. Her skin was gorgeously warm against his, a silky softness even more so with the sun cream, which for some reason now the tropical scent made him sigh happily.

“Sounds like you might be even busier than me.”

“I am not going to lie; I am not looking forward to it. I don’t mind pitching in and helping out with the girls in the rooms. In fact, I love getting to spend time in the rooms with the children and the staff but my days are literally going to be spent running around from one room to another for about two weeks before it settles down a little. Being short staffed in a creche is so hard to work with as you have to adhere to regulations and what not and even though kids are asleep you have to be in there with them and it’s just gonna be mad.”

“And you are already feeling tired.”

Robyn half smiled, lifting his right hand with her two so she could rub her thumbs over the back of his hand. “Must be coming down with something. I have been sleeping fine and not been doing anything else out of the ordinary.”

“Maybe I need to share my Berocca with you.”

“I have my own.” She said, carefully turning his hand over to rub his palm. “I guess it is just the way it is as the term dies down but even with the summer, it is still busy.”

“You have any holidays? You said the staff have holidays. You get some?”

“I have a good few days still to use.”

“Keeping them for me?” Taron asked with a little nudge.

“You gonna invite me to another fancy fancy event?”

“If you would like to go to one that pops up? Of course.”

“Then, yes you could say I am keeping them for you.”

“No sun holiday?” He asked.

“I haven’t looked or booked. Claire and I usually try to grab a few days away with each other in the summer but she asked if I would mind if she went with Nick instead. I don’t mind at all and as for a sun holiday?” She shrugged. “This might be the only sun I get this year.”

“Not thought about a last minute get away? You could have this for a whole week.”

Robyn grinned. “I do love sitting on a beach. I am sure something will crop up for me. What about you? Surely you will get some time off when you are done filming?”

“We still have another two months to go, maybe three. After that I will get some time off which brings me to September maybe October. I will get time off then.”

“Before you are back working again?” Robyn asked.

“I have been looking at some stuff but nothing is set in stone yet.”

“Kingsman four? Rocketman: Take Two?”

“Think we might need to work on that title.” Taron chuckled. “But no and not Kingsman four. Jesus I am still getting over Kingsman three. Kingsman can definitely wait a few years but what cannot wait is this leg and as much as I would love to sit here and watch the sun set this evening, we have other pressing matters to see too.”

“Taron…” Robyn’s voice turned childlike and she dug her two thumbs into his hand a little harder. “Just five more minutes.”

“Two.” Taron countered. “And hand massages won’t work in changing my mind.”

“Two.” Robyn agreed continuing to rub his hand but easing the pressure a little. “Two and half?”

His body moved as he chuckled. “Two Robyn.” He said firmly.

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