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EEEEEEEK I Just Posted My First Published Fanfic Over On Ao3!!! If You Are A Fan Of Found Family, Domestic
EEEEEEEK i just posted my first published fanfic over on ao3!!! if you are a fan of found family, domestic fluff, human/robot romance, and healing trauma through healthy interpersonal relationships, then this fic is for YOU! preview under the cut!
He remembered the first time Tessa had stepped foot inside the farmhouse. He’d been so nervous that she would hate it, that she would resent having almost no surviving memory of her mother in the house because of the explosion. Instead, she’d seemed thrilled that Cade was finally moving on, which had been a hell of a surprise.
“You really aren’t mad?” he’d asked her.
Tessa smiled at him, that sunny grin that had always reminded him so much of Emily, and touched his arm. “No, Dad. I’m not mad. Sure, I miss Mom sometimes, but I was so little when she passed that I don’t really remember her that well.” She shrugged, the shape of her smile softening. “I’ve met so many people that care about me. I’ve done things no one else has done. And I graduated high school, just like you both wanted! She wasn’t here for any of it, but I know she’d be proud of me. I know she’d be proud of you, too. I think she just wanted you to be happy, and it seems like you’re finally getting there.”
Cade, swallowing around the lump in his throat, had felt tears burning his eyes. “I don’t want to forget about her.”
“You don’t have to,” Tessa said. Her hand squeezed his arm a little. “But it is okay to move on. After everything we’ve been through, we deserve to be happy. You don’t need ghosts haunting you, not when you’ve got giant alien robots to look after.”
“When the hell’d you get so wise?” He’d pulled her into a tight hug, his face tucked against her shoulder. If there had been tears dampening the fabric of her shirt, neither of them said anything about it.
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tragedy is when a man has so much failwife potential & yet gets assigned suave dom by the fandom and isn't allowed to be anything else. chin up king your loser energy is seen and appreciated. by me
update: chapter 1 is now twice as long because i think it flows better with chapter 2 as part 2 instead! please enjoy cade heating up leftovers and pining over optimus :)
EEEEEEEK i just posted my first published fanfic over on ao3!!! if you are a fan of found family, domestic fluff, human/robot romance, and healing trauma through healthy interpersonal relationships, then this fic is for YOU! preview under the cut!
He remembered the first time Tessa had stepped foot inside the farmhouse. He’d been so nervous that she would hate it, that she would resent having almost no surviving memory of her mother in the house because of the explosion. Instead, she’d seemed thrilled that Cade was finally moving on, which had been a hell of a surprise.
“You really aren’t mad?” he’d asked her.
Tessa smiled at him, that sunny grin that had always reminded him so much of Emily, and touched his arm. “No, Dad. I’m not mad. Sure, I miss Mom sometimes, but I was so little when she passed that I don’t really remember her that well.” She shrugged, the shape of her smile softening. “I’ve met so many people that care about me. I’ve done things no one else has done. And I graduated high school, just like you both wanted! She wasn’t here for any of it, but I know she’d be proud of me. I know she’d be proud of you, too. I think she just wanted you to be happy, and it seems like you’re finally getting there.”
Cade, swallowing around the lump in his throat, had felt tears burning his eyes. “I don’t want to forget about her.”
“You don’t have to,” Tessa said. Her hand squeezed his arm a little. “But it is okay to move on. After everything we’ve been through, we deserve to be happy. You don’t need ghosts haunting you, not when you’ve got giant alien robots to look after.”
“When the hell’d you get so wise?” He’d pulled her into a tight hug, his face tucked against her shoulder. If there had been tears dampening the fabric of her shirt, neither of them said anything about it.
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