and my reserve choices are just as good


Background: Request I picked up from @wwe-smutfics​: Anon: QUOTE SERIES: Finn quote series, just because I feel like he’d actually be like this. “What do you want me to do? Kiss you in the rain? Buy you a dozen roses? As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Warnings: Some swearing. Fluff. Someone getting stood up on a date.

Summary: OK so maybe your night hadn’t gone as planned but… The next day held great promise.

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anonymous asked:

(I don't know if you have any rules against requesting more than one character, but if you only do one per ask, choose your favorite!) Can I have Kuroo, Suga, Iwaizumi, and Daichi finding out that their s/o has a really good voice, when they walk in on them having an impromptu karaoke session by themselves?

Thanks for sending the request in! You put in significant other, so I’ll make this in second person P.O.V. If you want it to be in third person or a specific gender, feel free to send in another request!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Haikyuu or the characters.

Pairings: Kuroo x Reader, Daichi x Reader, Sugawara x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol and a stalker-ish Iwaizumi.


It was a normal occurrence. You stopped by the gym to walk home with your boyfriend, only to see that they just ended. You being the nice (S/O) you are, decided to help clean up. You told all the boys to just go ahead and change, you’d put away all the equipment.

Once you were sure you were alone, you started to him softly. But this turned into quiet singing.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend has really good hearing, so you weren’t spared from his fawning.

The words left your lips, perfectly in tune and never missing a beat. By the time you finished the song, slow clapping was heard. You turned around slightly terrified of anyone hearing you sing.

You paled. It was your boyfriend.

He walked up to you, pulling you into his chest. “(Y/N), you sing wonderfully. Why do you try to hide it so much?”

“Thanks Koushi, but sometimes my voice is… I don’t know, weird,” you responded looking somewhat depressed.

“Well I think it’s perfect,” he said with a kiss to your forehead.


You didn’t expect Daichi to pick you up for at least 30 minutes. So you sat in your room, with nothing to do. This is what happens when you get ready for your date three hours early.

But an idea popped into your head.

Singing and dancing. With a comb. No one would catch you anyway, so there’s no point in being a wimp.

So five minutes later, you were twirling around the room with a hairbrush held to your lips, instead of a microphone. Daichi, being the good boyfriend he is, knows of your habits to get ready three hours early, so he came to pick you up early.

He was met with a sight that amused him to no end.

He stood, leaning against the door, waiting for you to notice his presence. You opened your eyes while you were facing your mirror, only to be met with your boyfriend standing behind you.

You whirled around and stuck the brush in your hair. “Dai! You’re early… I’m just finishing getting ready. You see? Because I’m brushing my hair…”

His deep chuckle echoed throughout the room. “You sing good.”

Your face erupted into a deep red. “You know nothing Daichi! If you tell anyone I will personally cut off little you.” The threat didn’t surprise him, knowing you, you wouldn’t even remember what you said after a couple days.

“Okay… but you sing good. You should put on a show for me sometimes. And maybe bring me my own brush, so I can join in.”



You were dragged through the doors of the private room the members of Nekoma somehow managed to reserve. If you had a choice you wouldn’t have come, but seeing as how your tall boyfriend would probably be wasted off his ass without you, you had to come. Plus Yaku needed help bringing everyone else home, this team needed two designated drivers.

You sat in the far corner of the room, occasionally sipping at your cocktail. Just because you were designated driver didn’t mean that you couldn’t have a drink or two.

(Not) Surprisingly, you drank a shit ton bit too much. Even more surprising, your boyfriend wasn’t drunk. You staggered across the room to your boyfriend, who was just casually laughing with Kai and Yaku. You slung yourself over his lap.

“Tetsurouuuuu!! I wanna, I wanna sing!!” you giggled in between hiccups. Kuroo lifted a brow at you, but nonetheless, pulled the song book out for you.

“What do you wanna sing, Kitten?”

You giggled at the nickname. “You know, I always loved it when you call me Kitten. It’s so sexy, you know?” A glint appeared in his eyes, but was gone as quickly as it came. “But, but I wanna sing! Yeah I wanna sing (some dirty song)!”

“You sure, baby? Pretty sure that’s a little bit too dirty for both you and me to handle right now,” he muttered against your ear.

“Uh-huh! I sing, sing good you know?” you boasted proudly at him.

“I’m sure you do, come on now. Go sing your song.”

You sprang up from his lap and nearly fell flat on your face reaching the microphone.

The song began, and all the members eyes were suddenly on you. You made that song sound incredibly sexy, and the fact that you were swinging your hips to the beat surely didn’t help.

Kuroo growled at the back of his throat. He yanked you off the stage by the wrist.

“Awwww! Tetsuuuu!! I was having sooooo much fun!” you dramatically collapsed onto him.

“Babe, the way you moved practically made everyone stare at you.”

“Ohhh! You were jealous! That’s ok Tetsu! I’ll show you a good time.” you giggled, but your voice suddenly got lower. “Let’s have some fun…”

Looks like you weren’t designated driver after all.

After writing this I realized that this wasn’t what you requested… I’m really sorry but I feel proud of this. If you would like me to change it feel free to send in another request!


You sat in the music room like you did everyday after school. That room was your safe place. Everything was always messy, but you loved it. Occasional breezes knocked over stacks of music sheets, littering them all over the floor, but this place still screamed “heaven” to you.

So to see you sitting on the floor with Yue guitar was not surprising.

You sat with a pencil in your mouth, testing out new chords to go with your song. Everyday it was like this. And everyday, Iwaizumi stood outside for at least five minutes, contemplating whether or not he should talk to you.

The day he decided to also happened to be the day you finished your song.

Your voice was angelic, knocking the wind out of him just at the first note. The way you sang, it made him feel emotions he’s never felt with before. He didn’t know why he was so compelled to your voice.

He came in after you finished. “Go on a date with me.” What did he just do?

You looked over your shoulder, surprised to see someone. “Excuse me?”

“I- uhm-”

“Hold on, are you talking to me?” you asked.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt- oh, uh, yeah…” he muttered sheepishly. What happened to his usual stoic persona?

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go on a date with you. (L/N) (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

And suddenly he didn’t know why he was freaked out in the first place.

It’s 2:00 A.M., and I don’t know why I’m still writing. Sorry for the bad quality and thanks for requesting!

-Admin Ella

anonymous asked:

there's just not enough with him to quench my thirst and i know this request will be in very capable hands so: scenario in which ukai's parents set him up on a date with the reader, who's daughter of a family friend, and even though he's annoyed that they did this, the two end up hitting it off really well?

The admins all love Ukai, so we were very happy to receive this ask! Hope I did him justice :)

~Admin Alyx

“You did not set me up on a date!

You ran your fingers through your hair in exasperation, staring at your mom, who looked utterly unperturbed by your protests.

“All I’m asking is that you give it a try. It could be good for you, dear. Keishin is such a nice boy.”

“I like him just fine, but that doesn’t mean I want to go on a date with him! Besides, I’m an adult, I can get my own dates!” you cried.

“I’m sure you can, darling.” Your mom sounded completely patronizing.

“Oh my god,” you muttered. “Just because I haven’t been dating lately doesn’t mean I can’t get dates. I’ve just been… focused on other things, okay?”

“I know. You work so hard, you deserve to take a break sometimes. Do something fun. Please just give it a try. I already told them you’d go!”

You heaved a sigh, scrubbing a hand across your forehead. “Okay, fine, I’ll go. This is going to be so awkward.”

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Request: Can u write one where Dean and Cas set up the reader and Sam a while ago and Sam and the reader decide to return the favor and set up Dean and Cad on a date?

You hadn’t been on a date in God knows how long. Being a hunter kept you pretty busy. Not to mention you’d only just started hunting with the Winchesters, and you had  to stay focused. 

“Y/N, you wanna go to a bar?” Dean asked, popping into your room.

“I guess.” You shrugged, rolling out of bed.

“Cool. Oh, and wear a dress.” Dean added.

“Why?” You questioned, stopping in your tracks.

“Because…. It’s a nice bar. Just do it!” Then Dean ran out of your room before you could ask him more questions.

You shrugged off his weird behavior and put on your favorite blue sundress. You didn’t know that Dean had just run into Sam’s room, and made him put on a nice button down shirt and tie. 

“Hurry up!” Dean called from the garage as you walked in.

“Oh, relax. What? Do you have reservations at the bar?” You teased.

“I wanna beat the crowd.” Dean quickly replied, ushering you into the back of the Impala. 

Sam was already seated up front. You couldn’t see what he was wearing exactly, but it wasn’t his usual plaid. Dean jumped in the car and sped towards the bar, occasionally glancing at you and Sam, but not saying anything.

Dean finally stopped the car and you saw a small building, with lights outlining the gutters. “Are you sure this is a bar?” You asked, getting out of the car. Sam did too, and the second you both closed your doors you heard the familiar sound of car doors locking. “Dean! What the Hell?” You demanded.

“There’s a reservation under Winchester! Call me when you need a ride!” He yelled through a slightly open window, pulling away.

“What the Hell is that about?” You asked out loud.

“Ah, this is my fault. I’m sorry.” Sam said, running his hands through his hair. “I told Dean I wanted to start looking for a girlfriend, and I guess he thought you’d be a good choice.”

You burst out laughing. “That boy just can’t not meddle.” You commented, and Sam chuckled in agreement. “Well, since we’ve got a reservation, let’s go.” You said, looping your arm in Sam’s.

You were led to a seat just in front of the window. Candles lit up your and Sam’s faces. You and Sam were completely comfortable with each other, and there wasn’t a dull moment during the dinner. By the end of the dinner, Sam and you were holding hands across from the table. 

You both split a chocolate cake, then, before calling Dean, decided to go for a small walk. You found yourselves in a park, and sat on a bench, Sam’s arm around you, your head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t wanna call Dean.” You mumbled.

“Yeah, but I also don’t wanna walk home.” He replied.

“Alright. You call him. But he’s gonna be so annoying.” You groaned.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“Because I really enjoyed tonight.”

“So, would you like to go on another date?” Sam asked.

“Of course.” You answered.

Sam smiled down at you, and you tilted your head so you could smile at him. Before you knew it, you were kissing. You were interrupted by a buzzing in Sam’s pants.

You pulled away, laughing. “It’s my phone!” Sam assured you, pulling it out of his pocket. “It’s Dean.” You muttered. “What?" 

You pressed your ear to the phone so you could hear Dean. "Where are you guys? Did you hit it off? I put a condom in your pocket if you need it.”

“Jesus, Dean! This was only our first date!” Sam exclaimed, his face growing a slight shade of red.

“Only? So there’ll be more? Haha! I knew you’d like each other!” Dean yelled from the other end. 

“We’re at the park. Why don’t you come get us?” Sam suggested.

“You sure you don’t want to-” Dean started.

“Yes! Now get over here!” Sam interrupted him, hanging up. “You were right about him being annoying.”

You laughed and leaned in closer to him. “Am I ever wrong?" 

When Dean picked you up, he was beaming from ear to ear. He wouldn’t let Sam get in the front seat, so he sat in the back with you. Sam wrapped his arm around you, and pressed quick kisses to the top of your head. You couldn’t believe it, but Dean was right.

*Time lapse- 2 years, or whatever*

"Sammy, wake up.” You cooed, turning around so you were looking at him.

“How did I manage to date a girl that wakes up before me?” You mumbled, opening his eyes. His hands were around you waist, like they were every night, and he pulled you closer to him. 

“I don’t know. You must be very lucky.” You joked, giving him a sleepy kiss. “But we gotta get up. There’s a hunt today.”

Sam sighed and got out of bed. You both threw on a pair of jeans, then he put on a t-shirt and flannel. You also put on a t-shirt, and since you were cold added one of his flannels; it reached past your butt and you had to roll up the sleeves, but it was warm and smelled like Sam.

You both left you room and found Dean slowly making his way towards the kitchen, stumbling every few steps. He hadn’t even changed yet, and was just wearing boxers and a black t-shirt.

“Morning, hot stuff!” You quipped. 

“How are you a morning person?” He grumbled.

“She wakes up next to a God. You’d be happy too.” Sam answered.

“Ugh, you two are disgusting. I regret setting you up." 

"Oh, you don’t mean that! Here, I’ll make you some eggs.” You offered.

“Sammy, don’t let her go.” Dean said, falling into a chair. 

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who stifled a laugh. You quickly made eggs and you all sat down, enjoying a quiet meal. “Hello.” Cas greeted you all, appearing behind Dean. You and Sam practically jumped out of you skin from surprise, but Dean didn’t even flinch.

“Hey, Cas.” Dean said.

Castiel took a seat next to Dean, and watched as he ate. You and Sam made eye contact, smirks playing on your faces. You and Sam were silent as Dean and Cas talked, making small talk. Much to your surprise, Cas made Dean laugh. At this time in the morning, that was unheard of!

Dean went to get dressed and Cas decided he’d meet you at the hunt. Once it was just you and Sam, you started doing the dishes. “So… What are your thoughts and Dean and Cas?” You asked, not as smooth as you tried to be.

“They should just kiss and get it over with.” He answered.

“So you agree? They should go out?” You asked, putting the dishes down and giving Sam your full attention.

“Yeah, but Dean would never ask him out.”

“He doesn’t need to. We’ll set them up. Like Dean did for us.” You suggested.

“Alright. We can-” Sam started but stopped once Dean entered the room. “We can make out at the motel.” Sam said, changing the subject so Dean wouldn’t suspect anything. You always loved how subtle and smooth Sam was.

“Gross.” Dean commented, then walked to the Impala.

“We can make out at the motel?” You asked, hitting him lightly on the arm.

“Well, if you insist.” Sam shrugged, smiling playfully at you.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You said, walking towards the car.

The drive to the hunt was quiet and peaceful. You slept a little, then woke up and sand to the music with Dean. Cas appeared halfway to the hunt. He didn’t say much, just watched the scenery pass by, but you and Sam both saw Dean stealing glances at him. 

The hunt was over quickly, and you and Sam were hanging out in your motel room, plotting. “You take Dean out to dinner, and I’ll take Cas. We’ll see each other, then you and I will go off to talk, or something.” You said.

“Sounds good. But Dean’s not gonna want to go to  nice restaurant with me." 

"Make him.” You shrugged. “Now. About making out in the motel…” You started, and Sam grinned.


“Y/N, Dean and I are gonna go get some food. You wanna come?” Sam asked, loud enough so Dean could hear.

“Nah, I’ll hang out here. I’ll hang out with Cas.” You answered, once again raising our voice for Dean’s sake.

“Alright, see you later.” He said, winking at you.

“Love you!”

“Love you too!” Then he closed the door. You heard the Impala roar to life, and saw them drive away. 

You jumped off the bed and threw on a cute sundress. Then, you prayed to Cas. “Castiel. Cas! Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas.” You prayed, repeating his name.

“You could just say my name once.” Cas said, appearing next to you.

“That’s no fun.” You joked. “But I’m hungry. Sam and Dean left already, do you wanna get some food?”

“I don’t eat.” Cas said.

“Yeah, but don’t you want to try some? How about you poof me to a restaurant, and we’ll try a bunch of their food.” You suggested.

“Okay.” Cas shrugged, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go to Wings.” You said, trying not to laugh at the name. The second you and Sam found the restaurant, you booked a reservation. 

Cas didn’t see the humor in the situation, and soon you were standing outside the building. “C'mon.” You said, dragging him inside. You instantly saw Sam and Dean sitting down. “Hey! Look over there!” You said, acting surprised. You pulled Cas over to the table. “Guys! What’re you doing here?”

“We’re having dinner. I thought you weren’t hungry.” Sam replied, trying to hide a smile.

“I wasn’t, but then I was so I prayed to Cas.” You explained. 

“Um, Y/N, can we talk?” Sam asked, standing up. 

“Sure!” You exclaimed.

“Cas, you can just take my seat.” Sam said, and you both walked away.

“This is gonna be awesome!” You exclaimed.

“C'mon, I got us a table.” Sam said, taking your hand. You both sat behind a plant. You and Sam watched as Dean and Cas awkwardly started talking. 

“Are you hungry?” Dean asked.

“No, but Y/N said I should try food.” Cas answered.

“Well I ordered a burger.” Dean said. “I’ll get you a menu and you’ll get something else. I’ll give you a bite of my food." 

You and Sam quickly forgot about Dean and Cas at the other end of the restaurant. You were having an amazing time, it was just like your first date. You glanced back at Dean and Cas, and burst out laughing. Sam quickly looked, and had a similar reaction. Dean was feeding Cas a bite of his burger. 

"I think we did a pretty good job.” You said, smiling at Sam.

“I think we can do better.” Sam said, calling the waitress over. “Hi, can you send that couple over there a chocolate cake and two forks? And don’t tell them I sent it.”

“Oh, and tell them they’re really cute together.” You added.

The waitress smiled at you and a few minutes later you saw dean trying to deny a slice of cake. He reluctantly took it, and gave Cas a fork. Cas didn’t eat any, though. At least, not right away. Dean hesitantly held up a piece of cake to Cas, who ate it straight from his fork. 

Dean and Cas talked for a little while longer, then Dean paid and they both left. Just before they walked out of the door, you saw them hold each other’s hand. 

“Oh my God, we did it.” You muttered, shocked.

“Good. I want Dean to be as happy as I am.” Sam said, smiling at you. “You know, when Dean first set us up, I was shocked. I liked you, but I never even thought about dating you. And no I can’t imagine life without you. And I don’t want to. So, Y/N, when I was waiting for you to get here, I asked Dean if he would be okay, with me asking you to be my wife.” Sam then pulled a ring out of his pocket, and slowly slid it onto your finger. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You shouted, tears streaming town your face. Everybody in the restaurant looked at you. 

“She said yes!” Sam repeated, and you held up your hand, showing off the ring Sam had just given you. The room erupted in applause and you were given a free bottle of wine. You and Sam didn’t accept it though, you wanted to get back to the motel and make out.

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“Let us take care of your back-to-school head lice woes!”

I’ll warrant that’s a strange title. Bear with me.

I can be terribly grumpy sometimes. Some recent reblogs have pondered why I feel the need to go on about being childfree all the time, and more generally, what exactly my problem is. (You’d think that this being a childfree blog would explain all the childfree content, but regardless.)

To be honest, it’s easy to be annoyed when you’re me. The world is mad about children and parenting, to the point that some people are genuinely bewildered by the very suggestion that parenthood isn’t mandatory.

For example, I just checked my emails.

The subject line above dropped into my inbox, in bold. It’s from an eBay seller I bought some lavender oil from, once, two years ago. I opened it up and found this:

“Dear valued customer - We have all received the note at some time or other, regarding unwanted guests in our children’s hair.”

I read this, and I thought… have we? Have all of us received this note at some point? Maybe mine got lost in the post. I’m pretty sure I’d remember.

“Be prepared this year, with our ultimate, natural, chemical free Head Lice Preparations. These ingenious products either get rid of the guests or make your child’s hair somewhere that the lice would rather avoid.”

You know what? I think I’ll pass, presumptive eBay seller. My child’s hair is already very well-avoided by lice. Given that it doesn’t exist. In fact, I’ve not spotted so much as a single louse this year. Perhaps this is a bold claim for me to make, but I do believe we’ll stay completely infestation free right through to summer.

Yes, it’s just an email. 

But meanwhile my sidebar has been chockful of adverts for Pampers since I turned 18. I ignored those for so long that some algorithm somewhere has decided I must not be at the ‘Pampers stage’ yet, so now I get adverts for pregnancy tests. They’ve been unclicked for a year or two as well. Now YouTube has started offering me some special device to track my fertility and boost my chances of getting pregnant. How long is it before IVF companies come sidling over to me and offer to help? Can I not just fast-forward to the cat charities and gardening tools?

I’m grumpy because this stuff is everywhere. I can’t even check my emails without being bombarded by reminders that I’m a bit odd. 

My everyday world is scattered and stickered with little messages that make me feel unwelcome in my own life. No, I don’t expect it to change any time soon. It’s just a ball-ache.

Maybe if I’m lucky, in my lifetime, impending geological disaster will make parenthood seem like the costly luxury it is - a choice entered into only after considerable thought, and with very good reason. Not just because it’s the done thing. Maybe then it will seem weird to send out emails just assuming every customer is a parent of school-age kids, battling their way through an unending ocean of head-lice.

Until that happy day, I reserve the right to be grumpy sometimes.

something i feel like we ignore...

As I’ve been watching acceptances come in for the past few weeks, I am on one hand super excited for everyone (because CONGRATS), and on the other, ridiculously jealous - not because someone got into their dream school, but because they can just decide to go. 

For me and for many of my friends, money is and was a HUGE factor in our college app processes. Affordability impacted which colleges made my list, which colleges I visited (a factor considered by some of my schools), and which colleges - including my dream school - that I have to turn down. I’m going to end up at either my state flagship or at a small women’s college that I added as a backup, and those are very good schools, but they’re definitely not my dream schools. I’m turning down Smith, Kenyon, Grinnell, Scripps, etc. because I just can’t pay their tuition/fees, even after merit aid and, at some places, a little bit of financial aid. I could take out loans, or I could force my family to stretch beyond their budget, but I’m choosing not to.

So again, congratulations to the people that will be attending their dream schools. I am genuinely happy for you. I’m just writing this to remind everyone of one more reason to reserve judgement about people’s colleges choices. If you are lucky enough to not have to consider finances, that’s great - but remember that’s a privilege that you should be thankful for. If you’re like me, and most likely ending up at a second or third or even tenth choice because of $$$, remember that you are making a smart choice and will do a wonderful job at whatever school is lucky enough to have you.

anonymous asked:

I'm not mad at all. Maybe a bit sad, though. I simply don't find the anti-homosexuality bits of the Bible compelling when you analyze the message behind them and the context in which they were written. I used to be in the "hate the sin not the sinner camp" but now I find it hard to believe that a God that teaches love as the greatest and most important thing would despise a love for such a worldly reason as the body parts of the people who love each other.

Yes, God does teach love. He said to love our neighbors as ourselves, but first and foremost, He said to love and obey Him. And God makes the rules when it comes to love. 
The love God teaches, real love, is not mushy happy feelings and sexual impulses. It’s denying yourself, it’s submitting to God. It’s hard, it’s painful, and it’s so. much. better. 
Because those love feelings? They go away. Real love is sacrifice. Sacrifice is a choice, therefore love, real love, must be a choice.
You don’t choose who you’re attracted to, but you can darn well choose who you love. And you can choose not to act on your attractions or sexual impulses. But heaven forbid we all control our own bodies!
As for you not finding those verses “compelling,” what exactly do you not find compelling? How Timothy 1:11 clearly lists it as a sin? The multiple times it is identified as a sexually immoral act? Do you believe that the people who wrote that were just homophobes and weren’t actually communicating God’s thoughts, or that it was translated incorrectly? Do you believe that God changed His mind? If you believe the first two, then you don’t believe that God’s word is sacred and inspirsed by God, and I therefore have nothing else to say to you. If you believe the third that, of course, means you believe that God is not all-knowing and good, and again, we have nothing to discuss.
Mind you, I’m just arguing that homosexuality is, in the eyes of God, a sin. I’m not saying we should shout at them or hate them. They’re people. People God desperately loves. I’m just saying we, as Christians, cannot in good conscience condone their actions.
And I’m sure you don’t agree with me. I’m sure you’ll want to argue that love isn’t a choice and I’m just being closed minded. Let me save you some time.
I will never, ever agree that God is ok with homosexuality. I will never believe that The Bible is wrong about this. And if any of you keep trying to convince me to go change my beliefs, I reserve the right to deposit your messages directly into the garbage.

anonymous asked:

Hey, i'm looking for descriptions of each of the barricade boys personalities? know any? It doesnt have to be like specifically from the book, just generally what the fandom thinks all their personalities are like.

[Ahh, personalities. That’s a can of worms, for me, as I havent finished the book (and therefore haven’t finished tweaking my perception of the barricade boys), but there are trends I’ve seen in the barricade boys’ personalities, within-fandom.

[Starting with Enjolras, I note that he’s most often depicted with undying loyalty to his friends, his Cause, and the people his Cause is for. My own interpretation, thus far, is that he prioritizes his friends above everything, and then Cause, people, country, etc. He’s often passionate, but a little on the side of oblivious with matters more trivial than revolution/the Cause, and he has a good heart, but he’s a misstep from hurting someone (accidentally or no) with his fierce words and unbridled passion.

[Moving onto Grantaire, he devalues himself and goes to great lengths to bear no optimism, but — that said — he’s actually got a golden heart, loves his friends, and has a good set of talents that lie behind his cynicism and self-deprecation. He’s very witty and perceptive. His arguments strengthen Enjolras’ arguments and he has a tendency to play devil’s advocate. Well. It’s that tendency that usually leads to the arguments, in the first place. Without him, I’m 110% convinced that Enjolras wouldn’t be as great a speechperson and leader as he is.

[Combeferre evens out Enjolras, bridling his passion (to an extent) and helping him to get past the sheer passion he has for a subject and to get down to the brass tacks of it — I imagine he reads over and polishes Enjolras’ speeches. He’s the bridle for Enjolras’ unbridled passion. He’s logical and meticulous, and strives to be fully informed. Also loves moths. This seems important.

[Courfeyrac loves people. Dang, man. Courf just loves people and he loves life and he loves energy. He evens out the seriousness of Enjolras and the reserved logic of Combeferre. I imagine he’s a bundle of fun and curls and interesting (but still good/fashionable) clothing choices. He’s passionate about the Cause, too, but he lets Enjolras keep the unbridled passion while he leans more toward an unquenchable enthusiasm.

[Feuilly is a god of patience and self-taught everythings. He’s hardworking, longsuffering, and infinitely better than the commonfolk like you and me. (I feel like Enjolras with my Feuilly praise.) Feuilly is self-taught to the extreme, and able to hold down jobs and a continuing self-education. He’s passionate and kind and logical, and probably wary of strangers. It take him awhile to open up.

[Bahorel loves a good brawl. At some point in his life he was probably all for brawls, period. But he fights the good fight, and he’s not afraid to fight — words or fists — for his friends or the things he believes in. He’s good people.

[Bossuet has the most terrible luck, but he developed the most forgiveness and patience from it. He bears the qualities that humankind should really value most. Patience. Forgiveness. The ability to laugh at oneself. Good humour. A love for life, the people, the world, and all things in it. He doesn’t let his disadvantages get him down.

[Joly is a hypochondriac. He’s afraid that he’s going to catch ill, and that his friends are going to catch ill. And this defines some of his actions (he cares deeply for his friends and doesn’t want to see any of them sick or hurt), but he doesn’t let this define him. Joly loves, lives, laughs, and probably occasionally forgets his hypochondria in the face of a good time with his friends. He’s very jovial and probably has one of those million-watt smiles. He also probably has worry lines around his eyes, and they’re very cute, thank you.

[Who else is there, oh my gosh. I should have written a checklist before starting this.

[Jehan! The poet, yes, of course. Jehan is a Romantic. In the classic sense as much as in the lowercase sense, I think. He loves poetry and medieval things. His mind is built for poetry and love. He’s soft and kind to his friends, but hell hath no fury like this poet scorned. Or this poet’s friends being scorned, anyway. I actually think that Jehan doesn’t give a crap about what people think about him as much. I think, also, that he would react especially violently if anyone presumes, for a moment, to tell Grantaire that he’s useless or any of the number of things that the self-deprecating artist will occasionally say. Enjolras probably fears Jehan’s wrath as much as anyone else. Better to be this one’s friend than his enemy.

[Marius is a nerd bagel.

[Carrying on—

[Okay, no, I’m kidding. Marius is a nerd bagel, and he’s mistaken about things, and sometimes he’s absolutely insufferable and oblivious and so very hard to deal with. But he means well and he flipping adores his friends, all of them. He’s a self-educating booby who teaches himself languages to land jobs, and he’s the nerdiest of nerd bagels. He’s also at least 70% leg, in my opinion. But that’s a physical trait.

[Eponine is a rough-and-tumble girl. You don’t want to get into a fight with her. She probably doesn’t mind brawling, in the least. She’s street-smart, but a little hard around the edges with people. She’s not as educated, formally, but she more than makes up with the things that she has learned. Like Jehan, I think she’s quickest to defend a friend, but a bit slow to defend herself. She has her issues, but who doesn’t?

[Gavroche is a sassy package of energy and potential. He knows so much already, too much if we’re being completely honest, and he’s more like a grownup than some grownups. He’s not formally educated, either, but I bet that the others try to teach him things, here and there, and I bet he’s quick at putting things together, good at retaining information. He knows every inch of Paris by heart and can show you the best hidey-holes with his eyes blindfolded and both arms tied behind his back. He can probably fight like the dickens, too. I’ve personally thought of him as having a photographic memory, and an uncanny ability to slip away without anyone noticing, even if you’re waiting for him to do just that.

[Cosette, because I can, is going to be the last one I do. And I hope I haven’t missed anyone.

[Cosette is the sweetest little rose you’ll meet. Petite, a bit fragile, and ready to mess you up if you step out of line. Because: get this, roses have thorns. She’s intrinsically loving and magically able to bring people out of their shells. She loves people, so much. And she’s very charitable. She’s magically everyone’s best friend, and able to see the best in anyone, everyone. But just because she’s the sweetest little thing doesn’t mean she can’t have a bite, if someone is being unduly rude. In the end, she just has a heart of gold and I can’t quite express that, in words.

[And there you have it, Les Amis plus a few. I — wait.

[Musichetta is a goddess. A goddess with enough love to give everyone a little, but two special someone’s a lot. She’s  motherly sort, but very fun and quick to a smile. She’s undetanding and strong and she could probably single-handedly lead her own revolution.

[Okay, done. There’s what I’ve gotten from my time steeping in the fandom. Holy crap it’s a lot of text. Wall of text, whoa!]

That is me in the pink!

I have a three year old daughter and I’m currently 31 weeks pregnant. I have been pregnant four times, twice after my daughter. One pregnancy ended in abortion because of a serious medical issue where I nearly bled to death at thirteen weeks. While this kind of abortion is considered “acceptable” to anti-abortion folks, it shouldn’t be. I should not need to almost die to be given access to abortion.

This pregnancy has been difficult and painful and my partner and I have made the very conscious decision to terminate the pregnancy if my health or the fetus’ health is at serious risk. Hopefully that doesn’t happen and hopefully if it does, I can deliver immediately. I need to think about the baby that is already alive and the man I chose to start my family with; I’m not just an incubator for fetuses.

As an indigenous woman, the historical trauma is ever present. Women were forced to undergo serious surgery to stop them from having children or were raped by white men and bore their children by force. On reservations, women are 25% more likely to be raped and considering the only health provider is Indian Health Services, a federally run facility, good luck getting an abortion.

Becoming a mother has made me more pro choice than ever because it effects family dynamics and finances, everything under the sun so if a woman isn’t ready for children, who are we to prevent her from developing as a person first to become a good mother later or supporting her choice to never be a parent? My daughter and hopefully son realize how important it is to support mothers and women; it’s not only a part of human rights, it’s a huge part of our culture and tradition. Women bear a huge responsibility; why not support half the population??


Alicia Keys - No One


                                                THE WISH

                                                by Ephitania

“No! Absolutely not!” Glaring at the two people across from her, Robyn shook her head emphatically as she pushed her chair back and stood. Wrapping her arms around her waist for support and protection from the emotions that were starting to consume her, “And calling my mother to get her to ask me, was low.” Robyn stormed over to the balcony, stepping out she took several breaths before glancing down. A dry chuckle escaped her lips. There they were, as they always were. They looked like ants…the paparazzi. They were there…always there, waiting to suck just a bit of her soul every time. She was never allowed an ounce of privacy to be happy or to hurt. If just once they could see what it felt like to be her, Christopher, Jay, Bey…just once, then they would have an idea of the gilded cage that surrounded celebrities. Her mind switched back to the situation at hand, Chris. She’d been trying so hard to get herself together. But was she ready for this?

Joyce and Greg glanced at each other. They had come on Chris’ behalf. His therapy at the center was going good. After 50 days, his improvement had astounded the staff; including Dr. Pratt, Chris’ therapist. It was the doctor, who’d suggested that they all…the family members take part in these latter sessions. Chris had agreed, excited at the thought of seeing his loved ones. All had gone amazingly well. That is until he’d asked for Robyn.


Greg leaned over to whisper into Joyce’s ear. “What do we do now?”


Joyce glanced back in Robyn’s direction. She could feel the hurt radiating from the young woman. “We give her time and tell Chris not yet.” She couldn’t help the sadness that seemed to grip her. Had the door been truly closed? How did they end up here?




“You two have so much unfinished business together it’s nowhere near funny.” Mel watched Robyn pace back and forth. She had been agitated ever since Momma Joyce and Greg’s visit. Mel knew better than most that Robyn wasn’t upset because she didn’t want to go. No she was upset because she wanted to go. Upset because she thought somewhere that giving in and going made her emotionally weak.


“He’s there to get the help he needs. How is rehashing our issues going to help him? I would think that it would just make things worse.” Robyn stopped pacing to flop down onto the sofa. Ollie ran to her, begging to be lifted up. Reaching down she picked him up, nuzzled his russet fur and laid him across her lap. He reminded her of the old days, when her life with Chris was more smiles, laughter and silliness, than anything else.


“Momma J said that Chris asked for you himself. If his therapist thinks it’s okay than he must be able to cope.” Reaching over, Mel ran a hand over Ollie’s back. “As mad as he has made me over these last months, I still love that boy.” She paused a second, watching her childhood friend, “And so do you.”


Robyn didn’t even bother to deny her friend’s words. “I know. But that doesn’t help me decide to go. If anything it helps me decide not to go. I don’t want him hurt again. I just want him to get the help and get out. He has so much to accomplish.”


Mel cold do nothing more than sake her head. No one knew the nights this girl sat up all night crying. The nights she’d stayed up with her, trying to keep her mind solid. They had known Chris since their teens and no one could tell Mel that he and Robyn didn’t belong together. She knew better. They just couldn’t get past their own bullheaded stubbornness. “Just give it more thought Robyn.”





“I tried baby.” Joyce spoke into the phone. “But Robyn was not open to the suggestion. Monica had no more luck than I did.”


Chris couldn’t help the wave of disappointment that took over his feelings. He knew it was a stretch. He’d been hoping she would call but all she’d done was send messages through Greg. She’d been off tour for a few weeks now and hadn’t come to visit him once. Maybe she meant it this time. Maybe she was finally tired. He couldn’t blame her. “Don’t worry about it momma. I knew she might not come.”


“She still cares baby, it’s just hard for her. She doesn’t want to see you in that place any more than I do.” Monica could hear the hurt and disappointment, but she’d seen the same emotions on Robyn’s face and knew this was far from over.


“Yeah…I know. She cares so much she’s avoiding me.


“Chris, that girl loves you and probably always will, but she was and is still hurt…just like you. You didn’t see her reaction, I did. She may not come there to visit. But once you are out, maybe the two of you can try as friends.” She refused to acknowledge that Karrueche person. That girl would reap her whirlwind soon enough. But she had a feeling little Miss Goldigger’s constant bid for attention was one of the reasons Robyn was so adamant about not visiting Chris. Joyce shook off the negative thoughts and moved her attention back to her child. “That might be a better solution.”


Chris paused, dropping his chin to his chest, eyes closed. Why did he feel like everything he wanted, needed was riding on Robyn? Why? “No worries momma.” His disappointment was there in his voice.


“I’m so sorry sweetie. Robyn just needs more time.” Joyce’s words were soft and full of love. “I love you baby.”


“I love you too momma.” Chris whispered back. She wasn’t coming. He had to deal with that. He had to get back to concentrating on his life. He had to work on getting his mind and heart together. She needed time, he couldn’t argue with that.


He just wished that she would come and see the progress he’d made.






Chris listened as Dr. Pratt finished her telephone conversation. He could tell by her voice she was a little nervous. He wondered what was going on. He didn’t have long to wait.


“That was Greg, he’s on his way up in the elevator right now.” Dr. Pratt watched the emotions play across Chris’ face. She knew he enjoyed the visits with his mother. He was in for a surprise today however. This was going to be more than just a visit. It was going to be family therapy. She decided to give him a heads up. “Chris I invited someone to join our session today.” She stopped to answer the knock. “Come in.”


Chris turned towards the door, wondering who the doctor had invited. He saw Greg first and rushed to give the older man a hug. This man had looked out for him. He had even reprimanded him when he needed it. He knew that Greg would always be there. Part of the reason he’d tried so hard to do well here was because of Greg. He wanted to make him proud. Funny Greg came before his father. Actually his father wasn’t in the top three.  The three people he wanted to make proud were his mother, Greg and Robyn. 


Moving away, Greg revealed his companion. Chris was prepared to see his mother, sister or one of his cousins. Kae hadn’t been up since Thanksgiving, so he knew she wasn’t it. Besides the doctor had never discussed her. He ran the names through his mind, but none matched the woman who stood in front of him. “Robz?”


Reaching out she hugged him, her body a bit stiff.  “Hey baby.”






He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was here. She was actually here. He could tell that she was uncomfortable; eyes down, she sat stiffly in the corner of the couch. He was close enough to reach for her hand and so he did.


Robyn felt Chris take hold of her hand. She didn’t refuse his gesture but she only looked up when the doctor called her name. “Robyn?”




Dr. Pratt watched the young couple. They may not be together in the physical sense but they were definitely a couple. They seemed lost to her. Robyn had said no, but here she was. Chris had been unforgiving in the beginning but in the end he’d asked for Robyn. That told her that they each wanted to re-open the lines of communication. “How do you feel about being here?”


Glancing over at Chris from beneath her lashes, Robyn answered quietly, “Uncomfortable…happy…angry…sad.” She rattled out trying to tug her hand away to no success, stopping when Chris tightened his hold and shook his head slightly, and whispering, “No”.


Dr. Pratt watched their little tug of war. “Let’s start with uncomfortable. Do you know why?”


“I…I just am.” She caught herself. Why was she here? She asked herself for the hundredth time since finally agreeing to come. She knew the answer. Because it was time to stop running away from their problems together, her own issues as well as his. She had no love for the pressure that had been aimed at her prior to this visit. “I’m uncomfortable because I was put on the spot and pressured by those I know…those close. I know the choice was mine and that’s my responsibility but part of me still feels as if I …I had no choice.”


The doctor watched the young woman. Her words sounded agitated, her body language however was more nervous and unsure. “Why did you feel pressured?”


“It’s not…it.” She stopped and tried again. “I just felt it coming from all sides. Momma J wanted me to come. She was looking out for Chris…I know. Then there was my mom, who said that we needed to work out our issues and she’s right. Mel my best friend even got in on it. I just felt as though I had no choice. My heart knows they were right but my mind…”


“Your mind put up reservations.” Dr. Pratt finished for her.


“Yeah, but they are all right. He means a great deal to me. If I can help him I will and it’s time to stop running and face my problems, with myself, with him.” She actually felt slightly better.


“Very good. Now let’s tackle happy, angry and sad. Any order is fine.” This session was starting out much smoother than she thought.


“The sadness comes at the thought of him here…caged…medicated. Sadness because he seems so locked into his frustrations. I’m angry because I feel as if he chose this over us. Angry because if he doesn’t get it together this time what will happen next?” Turning suddenly towards Christopher, she asked, “What next Christopher? Jail? Hospital?” Staring into his eyes she whispered tearfully, “I can’t go there with you. That’s not where you belong! I want you well. Not acting out, hanging around those people. Why wouldn’t you listen?” The flood gates were open and the flood came. Snatching her hand away, “I’m angry because your mother is hurt…that sweet woman has shed so many tears over you and for what? So you can continue to act out? Your cousins can’t reach you, Mijo has been trying to get to you.  Do you even talk to your old friends anymore? What about Aunt Christine? When was the last time you really had a good talk with her? She loves you so much and has always been one of your biggest cheerleaders. Everyone loves you so much. We only wanted what was best for you. I feel like a failure because I gave up and ran when things got to messy. That was wrong but in the end I feel like you made a fool out of me.”


“Why?” Dr. Pratt pushed the venting on. She sensed that this was a conversation they needed to have. She watched Christopher as Robyn spoke. The doctor noticed the intense play of emotions covering his face. In all of their sessions, he had never exhibited so much without uttering a word. But she knew the words were coming.


“Because I thought that when he came for me, it was for good. That when we decided to give it another try that it would be us against opinion. We knew it would be hard, we talked about it. I thought we were headed towards a sound commitment. That it would be just he and I. No instead it was him, me, Red, Hood and when my back was turned HER.”


“And Mel.” Chris jumped in and the doctor knew there was no holding anything back. She just sat back and let them open up.


“Left when we asked and bowed out when she felt we needed time.” Robyn answered. “Unlike your ‘friends’ thing one and thing two, who never left even when we asked. And please don’t get me started on that sneaky spare tire, hanging around like dingy wallpaper.


Dr. Pratt frowned, “Spare tire?”


Chris answered, “Kae.”


“Yes Kae. The one who always managed to show up and hang around you when I was gone. ‘We’re over you said. It wasn’t like that you said.” Flicking her hand at him she sneered. “Yeah right.”


“I keep telling you that it wasn’t like that. Your problem is you always believe what other people say!” he barked.


“Oh really!!! This coming from the fool who wants to believe whatever his basic ass rock dwelling friends whisper in his ear about me. Point of fact. She shouldn’t be around…even now she’s here visiting and showing up at court. Her motives and actions have not changed but you hold on to her and expect me to just nod and be okay with it!” Robyn felt her body shaking. She was starting to get a headache. “Would you be so accepting if I were hanging out with Matt? Riding around in his car? Showing up at his games? Having Matt post pictures on the internet?”


At Chris’ silence the doctor nudged “Chris can you give her an honest answer?”


“No…I wouldn’t.” Chris barked.


“Hypocrite!” She parried.


Chris gave way to his anger and hurt. “Kae was there when you weren’t. She was there when everybody turned their back on my ass! Me!” Chris jabbed his finger into his chest. “Even now she’s here and you aren’t. You couldn’t be bothered to stay and work things out. Not answering my calls


“BULLSHIT!!! I answered as many calls as you did! And don’t give me that ‘no one was there.’ We were there! Your mother was there, your cousins, your aunt, your true friends, my friends and ME but you weren’t. You fell into a pit and stayed there. Your mindset even changed. Your music changed. Mine did too because that is what we were feeling at the time. I went dark too. But I didn’t stay! I gave my friends and family the silent trip too but again, I didn’t stay that way.”


“FUCK THAT AND YOU!!!! You turned your back on me and kept it movin’! I never turned my back on you! Never! You went off and didn’t even look back!”


“Oh…you mean like you did when you turned your back on me that night and left me in that car! Left me there alone to face the police, the paramedics. Left me like I wasn’t shit to you. YOU LEFT ME…just like him!!! My father wasn’t shit then and neither were you that night!!!”


Everything stopped. The room quiet.


Chris knew in that instant what the wall was. Dropping to his knees, he cradled her face. “Babe, I am sooo sorry. I…I was scared. My mind went blank and when it came back, you were…I ran.”


“I was scared too. What happened that night was not just your fault. I was just as much to blame. But we knew each other’s back story. I knew about your stepdad, you knew about my dad. I thought that we would always have each other’s back…be there for each other no matter what. You abandoned me…you broke my heart.” The tears flowed as her voice broke.


“Babe…it never dawned on me. I didn’t think about it. I was so caught up in my own hurt.” Chris whispered.


“Yes you did Chrissy. You thought about it and then you put it away. It’s been there, festering becoming malignant. I know because it is the same with me. We’re broken.


“You’re right. Every time I think about it, I feel ashamed. I get angry…I lash out. I play it over and over in my head. I’m so sorry for leaving you there. I just…I ran. I went to my mom for comfort but who was comforting you? It should have been me. I kept pushing the memory away…tried to move on but… ” Her tears broke his heart. Kissing her wet eyelashes he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I love you.”


“We’ve both tried to move on but we can’t. I realize in this moment that I love you dearly but that there is a small part that doesn’t. I know now that I have to let it go…even if that means letting you go. Because I can’t heal. I still resent you for leaving me…so much so that I don’t trust you.” She confessed.


Chris refused to hear that choice. Now that he realized what she was fighting, what he was hiding. “No babe. That’s not the answer. We have to work through this. We both felt abandoned. I think that’s where we need to start. You’re here…I’m not letting you go…I can’t.


“Christopher…” Here was her chance. Was she going to take it or run? If she ran…nothing would be settled. They needed to heal. Since she was seventeen years old, she’d envisioned their life together as one. Was that just a young girl’s fairytale? She owed it to both of them to find out. If not, then at least they would be able to truly move on. “I love you.” Taking his hand she pulled him back up to sit on the couch, this time to sit closer to her.


Everyone knew exactly what role they played. The doctor’s role began now. “So let’s get started.”





The Home Alone Marathon…


Plopping down on the large bed in her suite, Robyn reached for the remote, flipping channels until she found the movie she wanted to see. Grabbing her bowl of popcorn, she settled down. Frowning slightly at her ringing cell phone before picking it up. “Hello?”


“Hey.” Chris’ smooth voice came across the line. “Whachu doin’?”


“Getting ready to watch ‘Home alone’ on AMC. Whachu doin?” She countered, smiling.


He laughed. “Getting ready to watch Home Alone with a special girl.”


Giggling she joked, “Is this our first date?” They had agreed to take things very slow. So slow that she had not visited him or called him outside of their weekly sessions. This was their first time ‘alone’ even if it was just by phone.


“Well it is a movie.” He returned. Switching the channel until the screen lit up with McCaulay Culkin shoving his older brother in the kitchen. “This is a good one.”


“I love this movie. Part two comes on tomorrow. Keep the change…” She offered, quoting a favored part of the movie.


“You filthy animal.” He finished the quote with her.”


“Home Alone Two…good a second date.” He proposed. They both laughed and settled down to watch the movie. It felt like old times.


The first commercial break, they scrambled.


“Have to get some popcorn. You makin’ me hungry crunching in my ear,”


“Is the kitchen still open? Or are you sneaking?” She asked softly.


“Naaa…but the station nurse lets us use their microwave.” He answered.


“Cool. Well while you do that, I’m going to the bathroom.”


“Five minutes? He offered.


“Five minutes.” She agreed.




“Hey.” He whispered into the phone.


“Hmm?” She murmured


“You fell asleep baby girl.” Chris used his pet name for her.  He smiled at her soft yawn. She’d fallen asleep half an hour ago, but it didn’t matter to him. Just the sound of her breathing was enough to keep him happy. He missed her.


“I’m sorry.” Robyn hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly in years. Listening to him laugh and joke had lulled her into a sweet dream. She missed him.


“Don’t be sorry your snores are cute. “




Chris laughed, “If you say so.”

“I don’t.” she sniffed.


He chuckled, “So are we on for tomorrow night?” he asked at her pause, he felt his heart stutter. But he didn’t have to worry. At this moment at least, they were on the same page.


“Sure.” She agreed happily. She’d enjoyed their phone date. Getting to know each other again was a wonderful experience.


“I’ll pick you up at seven-fifty.” He asked.


“Seven-fifty it is.” She agreed.


“Okay.” He didn’t want to hang up but she needed to sleep and so did he. “Alright babe, it’s time for bed.  Night…night.”


“Good night.” She didn’t want to go, but she was sleepy and not quite sure that his phone or this phone call were sanctioned by the doctor. She didn’t want him to get into trouble.




The Dangers of Tickling


Chris nuzzled Robyn’s cheek. She’d finally agreed to see him outside of their counseling. Dr. Pratt had cautiously agreed to let them see one another as long as they kept things simple and stayed on the grounds. So here they were in the Commons Room, lying on the couch watching Wonder Woman. As usual…Robyn had fallen asleep. The girl couldn’t sit still and stay awake at the same time for more than 2 hours. No matter the movie or show, she always fell asleep. He nuzzled her again. “Babygirl…”


“Hmm?” Robyn snuggled back into his body. She was comfortable and had no intentions of waking up.


Smiling, he leaned down to whisper into her ear. “Wonder Woman went off.”


Her eyes popped open. “I missed the end!”


“Miss the end?” Chris laughed, “That episode is older than both of us. You’ve seen it what? Fifteen times at least. You know the ending to that simple ass episode.”


Sitting up, she twisted so that she could stare into his eyes. Poking him in the chest, she growled playfully, “Hey! Don’t make fun of Wonder Woman!” Jumping up from the couch, she grabbed a throw pillow and wacked him across the face, screaming “GIRL POWER!!!” and humming the tune to Wonder woman as she ran around the room, dodging his retaliation.


Chasing her, he whispered loudly “Girl you are going to get me thrown out of here! Shhh!” He tackled her by the couch, throwing her down to the cushions. Snatching her pillow, he tossed both pillows to the floor and began tickling her instead. Why did he do that? Her laughs grew louder. “Shhh!”


“Shhh? You keep…stop…boy!” she couldn’t complete her sentence.” She gave up trying to stop his fingers from tickling. Grabbing his shoulders, she tried to push him off, laughing.


Chris stopped suddenly, staring down at her. She looked the same as she did at seventeen when they’d tussled on a similar couch. Lowering his head, he captured her lips in an almost desperate kiss.


She didn’t fight, she didn’t avoid. She accepted his kiss, her lips falling open to welcome his invasion. It had been too long reacted to the intense feelings engulfing them. Too many nights alone… too many day wishing…wanting, trying to deal with a desire that grew stronger with absence. She wanted him so bad she could smell him. If nothing else she had to taste him, just once. Leaning up she met his mouth with her own, tasting and exploring.


Taking his cue from her. Chris intensified their kiss. Grasping a handful of her dark locks, he pulled her head back roughly. Using his tongue he traced her full luscious lips. ‘God, he’d dreamed of her lips; the feel of them, the taste of them. He nipped gently at the puffy lower lip, until she whimpered, her permission to move further…deeper. Sucking gently on the well teased lip, Chris allowed his hands to cup her face, holding her still for his oral invasion. He aggressively went after the prize, his tongue dueling and subduing hers. Nothing tasted so sweet.


Robyn deepened the kiss further, allowing her own tongue to entice. Her hands began exploring his body, delicately running up his arms to his strong neck. She’d always loved his arms. Thick and hard…made to carry a woman. She continued her exploration, moving over his t-shirt covered shoulder blades and roaming downward toward that magnificent ass. Their kiss so demanding, that she was sure her lips were bleeding. The more he took, the more she gave.


The more she gave, the more he wanted. He sent one hand searching gently beneath her sweatshirt. Black Pyramid…even now she supported him. Releasing the front hook of her br. His hand wandered over the sweet succulent valley of her breasts, he tested the weight of one perfect globe in his hand, squeezing the softness and teasing the already rigid nipple into a stiff pebble. Chris’ other hand glided slowly down her back, pushing into the top opening of her jeans to caress the soft skin of her behind. His fingers sought and found the crease that split her buttocks. Following the crease until he cupped a sweet butt cheek. He needed more! Never breaking the kiss, one-handed, he pushed her jeans further down her impossibly long legs slowly, he caressed every inch uncovered. His hand still searching. She felt like paradise…she felt like home.


Robyn’s own hands were doing a bit of exploration themselves. ‘The boy had the world’s greatest ass. There was no other like it. Her hands pushed and fought their way into the waste of his sweatpants, needing…wanting to touch flesh. When they finally found the warm flesh she sighed. When his hands caressed and molded the supple flesh of hers she moaned. “baaaabyyyy…”


Hot, hard and heavy. She needed more, he wanted more. Pulling his hand free from her jeans, he reached between them grabbing hold of her jeans he yanked them down pulling her thong with them. Grabbing his own pants he pulled his cock free of the material before taking her mouth in yet another bruising kiss. Rubbing his cock against her as his tongue moved in and out of her mouth mimicking the rhythm of loves age old dance of lust, fulfillment and love.


The feel of him snapped her out of her haze. Pulling her mouth away from his, Robyn had to catch her breath. She had to stop him, she had to stop herself. What were they doing? “Chris…Christopher!” Still fighting to catch her breath, she dodged his seeking lips. When he couldn’t capture her mouth again he settled on her throat, sucking and soothing the pulse that beat at the base of her throat. She was dying and in mere minutes they would be past the point of no return and that was definitely not a journey they needed to take right now. “Chrissy, please…we have to stop…please.”


Her voice came to him through a haze of lust. However it wasn’t her voice or the words that stopped him. It was the panic in her eyes. He had to stop for both of their sake. He couldn’t destroy the trust that they’d begun to rebuild over the last weeks. With one last caressing kiss, he pushed away from her, pulling up his pants. Reaching over, he helped her right her own cloths. “What do we do now?”


Shaking her head, almost speechless as the tears began. Her voice tearful. “I don’t know. But I don’t think we are ready for this.” Running her hands down his arms. “I think that was our problem last time.”

“What? Constant fucking, drinking, smoking and partying?” He answered, caressing her hair.


“Yeah and not enough talking.” She smiled.


“So let’s talk.” Chris smiled back.


“About what?” She pushed herself into the corner of the couch.


“Hmmm…let’s see.” Chris followed suit, pushing himself into the opposite corner, reaching for a cigarette but stopped at her words.


“Don’t smoke tonight.” Robyn pleaded. “Talk to me.”


“Okay.” Chris left the cigarette pack alone. “So why do you like Wonder Woman again?”


“Don’t start boy!”





A Little Family Fun


Chris bent down to place a kiss on his mother’s cheek. Before sitting down. It was amazing how things were changing in his life. He’d been at the clinic for almost seventy-five days. In that time, he’d learned to forgive. He’d learned to let bygones to be bygones. He’d learned that not everyone was his friend or out to get him. He’d learned that his mother would always want the best for him. He’d learned what opinions mattered and what opinions weren’t worth the time of day. He learned that his life was his responsibility. He spent time talking and listening. His therapy sessions with family were healing and his therapy with Robyn was soul stirring. His solo therapy helped him to understand himself. He now knew the difference between being alone and being lonely. The understanding…it felt good.


Though he was moving slowly, he was indeed gradually moving those who saw him as a commodity or a meal ticket out of his life. Looking around the dining room, he saw all of the same people who’d been there since day one; his mother, his aunt Christine, his cousins, his sister, his nephew, Uncle Greg, his best friend Mijo, Mel who to always had his back even if it was to tell him things he didn’t want to hear. And Robyn who had always been there, whether she wanted to or he wanted her to be or not. Even when she wasn’t physically there, she’d been in his mind and heart; always calling when he needed to hear her voice most.


“Chris! Christopher stop daydreaming boy!” Tootie handed him a plate. “Here boy.”


Laughing he took it. His gaze caught his mother huddled up with Robyn and Mel. No other girl had bonded with his family. No other girl had immersed him into her family. If he were honest with himself, that thought was as terrifying as it was soothing. “Excuse me ladies.” Sitting down between his mother and Robyn he thought, ‘this felt…natural’.


Pouring him a glass of coke, Robyn sat it down next to his plate, placing two rolls on his plate and waving away Greg’s offer. He smiled, she knew what he liked and what he didn’t. Handing her a dish, he realized, he knew what she liked and what she didn’t like as well.


Looking at the bowl of curry chicken, he smiled. “Awww…my babygirl cooked?”


“Shut up boy.” Smiling, she knew he liked her cooking and knew he loved her Curry. She spooned some onto his plate.


“That’s all I get?” He moaned.


Mijo shouted down the table. “Robz you know our boy is looking mighty hungry and lackin’!”


Gonzo piped in, “Boy we might need to hire a twenty-four hour cook, just to get you back to fighting weight.”


“We don’t have that much time. We are only allowed to be here for a few more hours.” Standing up, Mel grabbed the bowl of Curry Chicken. “Hold him down, I’ll shove the food in.”


Christine added, “I made my peach cobbler! That has to be good for a few pounds!”


Greg grabbed a can of coke, “I’ve got the chaser!” The table erupted in laughter.


Joyce laughed, she missed the days like this from the past. When ALL the kids were in the house…even Robyn and Mel. She loved hearing them joke and laugh. It made her feel happy and at peace. Smiling she settled down to eat.




“So how are you and Chris getting on?” Joyce asked coming to sit next to Robyn.


Looking up as Joyce sat down, Robyn smiled. “We are doing pretty good. Taking it slow…”


“Chris said that you and he were still seeing Dr. Pratt.”


Nodding, “Yeah. It has helped a lot. We do more talking now. Something we should have done a while ago. Learning what we each need. It’s been a process. But a healthy one.” Robyn answered. She loved this woman. Joyce had been like a mother to her and seeing her hurt over the past year had sadden Robyn.




Christine pushed Chris’ shoulder with her own. “Sooo?”


Chris looked over at his aunt. “Sooo…what?”


Christine slapped his shoulder. “You know what little boy. How are you and Robyn coming along?”


“I bet you been waiting all day to ask me that question, haven’t you?” Chris laughed, hugging his aunt.


“I’m waiting.” She would not be put off


“We’re doing good. Just learning about each other. Listening…really listening to one another. You know.” He answered, sobering up. “We are taking things slow.”


She happy to hear that. She’d always thought that they could have used more supervision in the beginning. But how do you control children making millions and traveling around the world. It wasn’t easy and she hadn’t and didn’t envy her sister or Monica. “Good. You two have a long history and a strong one. Give yourself time, there is no rush. You know each other.”

He heard his aunt’s words but his mind was shifting back to their last date, watching Wonder Woman. Things had gotten pretty close and she’d backed away. Still attending their sessions but her visits had tapered off. He hadn’t even seen her or his family for Christmas though others had come. Robz had been cool about it but he knew she was a little hurt. In their session she’d told Dr. Pratt that she’d moved past it and he believed her. She never brought it up again but asked that the visit be the last one. He’d agreed and began making arrangements to move on. He’d listed his house and with Robyn’s house sold, he wondered where to settle down next.  He didn’t want to give up LA entirely but he wasn’t sure he wanted live there permanently. Robz had a nice condo in Barbados; her home. Maybe he should buy a nice estate in Virginia. In the future if things worked out, they might settle between the two together. Time would tell. Right now he just wanted their relationship as friends to strengthen and grow naturally. But lord he want her. Those pictures from Christmas in Barbados didn’t help. Especially since he’d saved them to his cell. He was still hard from those damn pictures. 


“Chris?” Christine waved her hand in front of his face.


“Yeah…auntie. I hear you.” He snapped out of his thoughts. “We have time.”




Robyn sensed him before he even said a word. “You leaving with Mijo and Mel?” he asked. He wasn’t ready for her to go. It had been a wonderful day. He hated this part of any visit…the good byes. Reaching for her jacket, he helped her put it on.


“Yeah. I had a great time today. It felt like the old days.” She pushed her arms into the jacket. Suddenly finding herself in his arms. “Chris..”


“Stay…” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into his body. “Stay with me. I know we are moving fast…I know, but I need you.”


Rubbing her hands up his chest, she almost gave in. Leaning up on tip toes, she kissed his full lips gently. “You know we can’t. We almost got into trouble the last time. I can’t control myself around you. The last thing we want is to end up where we started. Slow…”


“Robyn, we are adults, we’ve been doing good in our sessions. We know what we need to do to keep things positive.” Holding her face, it was his turn to kiss. “Stay…”


She wavered. Lord she needed him…wanted him. “I…I.” It would be one night…”Robyn! Are you coming?!” Mel shouted, her voice snapping Robyn back into reality. “Yeah! Here I come!”


Kissing Chris one more time, she pulled away quickly before she changed her mind again. “I love you.”


“Love you too.” Chris knew there was no chance. Watching her leave, he felt so lonely. Welp! Back to the Barbados pics. He wished his ninety days were over. He wished he already had a home waiting for him in Virginia. He wished that Robyn were further along in their therapy. He wished he was further along in his therapy. So many wishes. But the one wish he’d kept tucked in his mind since day one of rehab…Robyn here in is arms. Waking up to those beautiful green eyes and that gorgeous smile. They had to get it together. He knew now that she was the one and he would spend as long as it took to prove it to her. Though he had a feeling she already knew. His wish was family, his and hers…coming together to create life. Staring up at the night sky, he spoke his wish. “Lord, I know you made her for me. I know you made me for her. Please help me get it together. Help us heal. I need her in my life. I want green-eyed babies, family picnics, Christmas at home and winters in Barbados. I want that and I will work hard to get there, just give me…her…us a little more help. Please.”

Looking at the hall clock, he saw that it was already ten o’clock. Walking to his room, he as struck at how quiet it was. Getting ready for bed, he grab his toiletries and headed for the shower. He was ready to go home…Virginia. It was time to quite acting out and get his business together. It was time to be the King she needed.  


His wish would come true, no matter how long it took, it would come true. He had no doubt. 

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