i had the same reaction chris

Ive been doing Supernatural photo ops for a long time now. Five years actually and i usually dont ever get nervous anymore but doing this jensen misha op made me so freaking nervous cause i literally was going have to drop my pants in a room full of people especially Jensen and misha and chris.

  I told iamalive volunteer worker what i was doing and she helped keep me calm so thank you sorry i didnt catch her name.  I was so anticipating their reaction i had no idea what they do.  I dropped my pants and misha broke out with YEAH and kind of waggled his eyebrows at me like he was impressed.  Jensen immediately facepalmed and omg i got same reaction out of him that i got out of Richard ears ago doing the infamous unicorn op. A OMG what has my life become type reaction. LOL

Chris Evans Imagine

I thought that I would never have kids. Not because I didn’t want them, I did. More then anything I wanted to have kids. Have the joy of seeing them grow up, hear there first words and see them go on in there own life. But it never seemed to be in my near future. Ether I was with someone who didn’t want kids or I was with someone who I didn’t want to have kids with. I watched my cousins and friends kids grow, I helped with them all the time, but every time I left my heart broke a little bit, knowing that they weren’t my own kids. The thought of me not having kids and not finding true love, a man that wants the same thing in life killed me. 

It all changed when I met Chris. I finally felt like I was going in the right direction. Strangely enough when I was with Chris I stopped thinking about having kids. Being with him it already felt like a family. Me and Chris were dating for 2 years when I found out I was pregnant. First reaction I had was happiness then worry hit me. I was worried about what Chris would say. We weren’t married. I couldn’t tell him about it for 2 weeks, but he knew something was wrong. I was trowing up and didn’t act like my self. When I told him the truth he was so excited he was jumping around, hugging and kissing me. He called everyone he knew. 

Chris proposed to me few weeks later and got married soon after. Some people said it was too fast. But it felt right for us. We were made for each other. Yes, there were times were we would fight, and not agree on somethings but it’s normal. We would find a way to make it work. Work out the fights and not give up. We were not going to lose each other because of a stupid fight.  When our baby boy Robert was born Chris was a changed man. All he did was talk about our baby boy. He would cook foods for all of us, wake up at night and let me sleep. Every time I would try to get up he would tell me “You gave birth to my son, you can sleep all you want from now on”. I was and still am one lucky wife. 

Chris and I decided to invite our family and friends for a small party. Just to be together and have fun. As I walked around talking to family and friends I scanned the room for Chris and Rob. Then I found them. Chris had Rob in his hands, smiling at him, pulling faces and making him laugh. To me it was the most beautiful sight to see. Chris tickled Roberts side making him laugh. Gosh how I loved my sons laugh. With a big smile on my face i walked to them. 

“What are my two favorite men doing?” Robert heard my voice and reached his little hand out to me, I kissed it then kissed Chris. 

“We are here just talking about how beautiful mommy is looking tonight. Right buddy? ” Chris looked back yo Rob who already was smiling and nodding. Chris had Rob in one hand and the other he wrapped around my waist. I looked back to the room full of people who I loved. This was one of the happiest moments. I felt complete.  Had a an amazing husband and a beautiful son. Finally in all these years i felt at home and truly happy. 

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HP + the Cursed Child - 1/3/2017

So on Wednesday I went see the play for the forth and final time (probably) before Jamie leaves in May (as rumoured). 

I knew I’d be in London to see Dan Radcliffe at the Old Vic so I had been keeping an eye out on the Nimax tickets for a premium seat - as luck should have it, a normal priced Row C Stalls ticket popped up at the right time which I quickly snagged.

I was right on the end of the row but thankfully the rake is quite steep there so I had a near perfect view (albeit a side view!) of everything. 

Noma was out so I got Nicola Alexis as Hermione. I wasn’t sure about her in Part 1 but I thought she did a great job in Part 2. Adam McNamara was on as Hargid, etc and he definitely doesn’t have the same stage presence as Chris Jarman. Other than that, I think the rest of the cast was as it should be.

Paul Thornley remains the best Ron we could have hoped for. I’m a little bit sad that he’s basically used as comic relief throughout the whole 2 parts, but he’s brilliant at it. My memory is foggy but one of his lines got an epic reaction from the audience that they had to wait a few seconds for the crowd to go quiet. 

The more I see of Alex Price’s Draco, the more I love him. He was on fine form yesterday and generated a lot of laughter from the audience. The first funny moment was in the EGM where he talks about Harry saying things for attention with “My scar is hurting, my scar is hurting!” and when he walks into Harry’s office and  says about the alternative reality where he’s head of the DMLE, he ended the line with an actual “Mwaha ha ha.” It was funny, but also actually quite a sweet thing as he was clearly trying to cheer Harry up. Also when Ron comments on Draco’s pony tail, Alex went really haughty and swished it in perfect Malfoy fashion.

Poppy Miller has restored Ginny to the brilliant character she is in the books. She got right in Draco’s face with the “so is mine” line.You can really tell that her and Jamie are very close as they have amazing chemistry when they share a scene. The kiss was especially good - and in the brief moment I dragged my eyes away from Jamie while they’re watching Harry’s parents die, I could see how much anguish she was showing for her ‘husband.’

Anthony Boyle and Sam Clemmett were both as good as ever as Scorpius and Albus. I enjoyed Anthony’s performance quite a lot actually - he barely spat at all yesterday (which I’ve previously found a tad distracting). He again brought a lot of humour to his performance - one bit worth noticing was at the end scene on the stairs he swished his cloak with a bit too much flourish and got wrapped around it for the rest of the scene - he carried on regardless.

And finally, we come to Jamie Parker. Oh my Harry. <3333 As much as I love and adore the Radcakes, Jamie just IS Harry Potter. He’s everything I could have hoped for and more. I love just how fucked up his Harry is while equally loving his family without hesitance. I love how he shows Harry trying to open up to his son (undoing his waistcoat) and then closing his emotions down again (buttoning up the waistcoat). I love how utterly devastated he is that he can’t connect with Albus. I could go on and on about all the things I bloody love about his Harry but here’s some memorable bits from this show in particular:

- When Albus incendio’d his Hogsmeade letter, Jamie properly brushed down Albus’s cloak to get rid of the ash - very father-like and irritated.

- During the big argument between Albus and Harry, Jamie got right up in Sam’s face. He was just completely engulfed in rage and his body chemistry changed so quickly after he says he wished Albus wasn’t his son. Probably the best version of the scene I’ve seen. 

- I could go on and on about how much I love the polyjuice scene - it gets funnier every time I see it. Jamie was spot on in his Anthony Boyle as Scorpius impression; from the brushing of hair behind his ear to the pulling down on his sleeves. When he swished his cloak after telling Albus to go to his room, he got properly tangled (which made the bit with Anthony at the end of the play even more perfect). Jamie was ridiculously high pitched and giddy in this scene - I would gladly watch it over and over. 

- The first nightmare scene was just as good, if not better. Jamie really conveys how distressed Harry is about it, to him fidgeting on the bed afterwards, to curling his toes with anxiety, to him trying to calm Ginny’s fears that he’s alright (when he really isn’t). I also loved Poppy Miller in this scene - they really have amazing chemistry and you totally believe they have this incredible backstory with the trauma they went through as children and how that’s connected them throughout their marriage.

- Another relationship I enjoyed watching was between Draco and Harry. The fight in the kitchen reminded me so much of the books/movies. As previously mentioned, this was the scene in which Jamie broke his chair. Alex laughed at this moment, but I’m not sure whether he was laughing at Jamie’s situation or whether it was in character at Ginny’s comment about Harry doing most of the cooking. I also bloody love the scene in Harry’s office. It’s a great moment between these two characters and finally brings the start of a friendship of sorts.

- Something that I thought was a new take was just before everyone transfigures Harry into Voldemort, Jamie was smiling quite a lot - normally he’s quite serious at this point so it was a different take to what I’ve seen before. My view was that he was trying to reassure everyone that he was okay with what was about to happen. 

- And then we have the bit where they are watching Harry’s parents die. Jamie is absolutely one of the best actors I’ve seen on stage and how much energy doing this scene must take, especially after doing the play for so long now, is incredible. I’d hate to think what he uses to channel all that anguish and to that level. Again, I think this was my favourite version I’ve seen. Jamie was literally clinging on Sam Clemmett for dear life (as Poppy was clinging on to Jamie) and when he collapses in grief - fucking hell. All the awards, sir. All of them. 

- Finally, I did wait by the stage door to see if I could catch Jamie leaving. I did - however I decided not to bother him as no one else had spotted him and I didn’t want to bring any attention to him as he was getting on his bike to go home. I did get immense pleasure at seeing him stopped at the traffic lights as loads of Harry Potter fans walked past him oblivious to the fact he was ~right there. I feel certain that I’ll get another chance to speak to him one day so I was happy to let the moment pass.

So yes, that’s my review. Hopefully I’ve not rambled on too long. Feel free to ask me anything about the show as I’ve probably missed out loads.

Injuries Pt. 2 (Chris Motionless)

Here it is:) Gif not mine.  Part 1


     The boys walked off of the stage after their performance, laughing and patting each other on the back. So far, this show had been the craziest one of the entire tour. Adrenaline still pounded through Chris’ blood as he walked over to his tour manager to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

     “Great shows guys! That was awesome. You have an interview in a few hours, but until then you’re free to do whatever you want.” Their tour manager said, handing each member a towel and water bottle. “Just be sure you’re all back at the bus before then.”

     They all nodded their heads and turned to hand their equipment to the techs. Once they had finished putting their instruments away, they walked down the stairs at the back of the stage.

     “I don’t know about all of you, but I’m going to go back to the bus and change. I wreak.” Vinny pulled his shirt away from his body and scrunched up his nose once he got a whiff of himself. The rest of the guys nodded in agreement and began to walk in the direction of their tour bus.

     “Actually I’m going to head over to the table and see if the girls need any help,” Chris pointed towards their merch table where he could see a huge crowd gathering.

     The rest of the guys looked at each other with smirks, trying to hold in their laughter. “And by see if they need help, you mean see if (Y/N) needs help… with anything.” Ryan winked at Chris which caused all of the guys to start laughing.

     “Haha. Funny,” Chris rolled his eyes at his friends. “You guys know how busy it gets at the table. Plus, I saw the crew unloading huge boxes from the trailer, and the girls probably need help unpacking all of them.”

     “Well let’s go then,” Ricky turned to walk towards their merch table with the rest of the guys following.

     “Wait… what?” Chris looked at Ricky with wide eyes. “I thought you were going back to the bus.”

     “Well we wouldn’t want our girls to be overwhelmed, would we? So we’re going to go help them out.” Ricky turned back to look at Chris, who had a dumbfounded look on his face. “Relax. We aren’t going to try to steal away your girl… Maybe.” The guys burst into fits of laughter, and continued to make their way to the table.

     Chris stared after his friends in shock. They wouldn’t really try anything with (Y/N). Would they? Shaking himself from his shock, Chris began to follow his friends to the table, grumbling something about putting bleach in shampoo bottles.

     When they got to the table, the band was met with the many cheers of their fans. This immediately brightened Chris’ mood, but what really put a smile on his face was when he caught sight of (Y/N), selling merch and taking pictures with some fans. He started to make his way over to say hi, but before he could reach her, Ricky, Vinny, and Ryan tackled her in a hug.

     “Hey guys,” the smaller girl laughed, hugging her three friends back, “What’s up?”

     “Oh you know. Playing shows, Meeting fans. Hugging pretty girls,” Vinny squeezed (Y/N) tighter, and smirked at Chris over her shoulder.

     “Shut up,” (Y/N) pushed the guys off of her and smiled up at them. When the guys feigned hurt looks for being pushed away, she laughed and said, “You know I love all of you, but you all need a shower.” They all laughed and made kissy faces at her before turning to hug Jessie, who had been watching Chris’ less-than pleased expression, and talking to Ghost.

     When she saw the boys walking towards her she said, “Oh hell no. I’m with (Y/N). You guys stink.” The three guys ignored her and started to chase her around the tent.

     With Vinny, Ricky, and Ryan chasing Jessie, Chris walked up behind (Y/N) and leaned forward to talk into her ear. “Hey.”

     (Y/N) spun around to look at Chris, “Hey.”

     “Do I have to take a shower before I hug you?”

     “Hmm… for you I guess I can make an exception.”

     Laughing, Chris stepped towards (Y/N), wrapping his arms around the smaller girl’s waist, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. They stayed like that for a few seconds before awkwardly pulling away from each other.

     Chris rubbed the back of his neck before offering to help (Y/N) with the growing line of people, which she agreed to. While they walked back to the line, they didn’t notice the five pairs of eyes watching their little moment.

     “We have to do something. This is getting ridiculous.” Jessie gestured towards Chris and (Y/N).

     “I know. They just need to get together already. Or at least go on a date.” Ryan took a bracelet from on of the merch boxes and started tossing it around. He threw it at Vinny, who wasn’t paying attention, which caused the drummer to stumble into a huge stack of boxes that had been haphazardly piled into the tent, and almost knocked them over.

     “Careful dude. If you make those boxes fall, it could really hurt someone.” Once the pile had stopped swaying, Ghost walked over to Vinny to move him away from the tower of merch and equipment boxes.

     “Maybe if one of them landed on their heads, it’d knock some sense into them.” Ryan nodded his head towards Chris and (Y/N), who had just finished taking a picture together for a fan.

     “ Are you nuts? If one of those things landed on (Y/N), it’d crush her. And I don’t know about you guys, but I prefer my friends to be, oh I don’t know, breathing,” Ricky inched away from the unstable pile, eyeing it wearily.

     “Guys, forget about the stupid boxes. There’s a more important matter to deal with. It’s obvious that those two are crazy about each other, but they’re too oblivious to even realize it.” Jessie rubbed her temples in exasperation “I think that it’s about time that they had a little outside help.” She looked up at the, hopefully, soon to be couple, and grinned.

     “I know that look. That’s your meddling look. What are you thinking?” Ghost turned to look at Jessie curiously.

     She looked over at Chris and (Y/N) to make sure that they weren’t paying attention, and motioned for the guys to form a circle. “We all know that Chris is really protective right?” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, remembering all of the times that Chris had intervened when a guy was making (Y/N) uncomfortable. “But he also gets jealous pretty easily.” when the boys looked at her in confusion, she said, “oh come on guys. You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t noticed that every time one of you hugs (Y/N), he practically rips you apart with his eyes.”

     They all turned to look at (Y/N), who happened to be hugging a fan, with Chris standing off to the side. At first glance his expression was blank, but the guys could see the fire that was burning in his eyes.

     “Ok. Point taken. So what’s your plan?” Ricky, and the rest of the guys, leaned closer to hear Jessie.

     “We play a little game of jealousy my friends.” The wide grin that Jessie had on her face made all of the guys extremely nervous.

     “Are you trying to get us killed?” Vinny looked at her with wide eyes.

     “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not saying that you have to go make out with her. The object of the game is to get him jealous, not murderous. Just, you know, flirt a little. It shouldn’t really take all that long to get a reaction out of Chris. Piece of cake.”

     “With Chris, jealous and murderous might as well be the same thing,” Ricky mumbled, and after receiving a glare from Jessie he said, “I mean I guess. Whatever helps right?”

     “I call using the ‘Are you from Tennessee’ line.” Vinny raised his hands to call dibs on the cheesy pickup line.

     “What? No way dude. that’s my line. Use another one,” Ryan pushed Vinny’s hand down and the two began to argue about who’s pickup line it was.

     (Y/N) was walking towards the stack of boxes to get more shirts out when she saw Ryan grab Vinny in a headlock. Suddenly, Vinny pushed Ryan off of him and into the pile of boxes that (Y/N) was standing in front of. She watched with wide eyes as multiple, heavy boxes came falling directly on top of her, and she collapsed under the weight with a scream of pain, and surprise.

     She heard various voices scream, “(Y/N)!” before her head collided with the ground, and everything went black.


Finally! Part two. I’m so so sorry that this took so long. School has seriously been kicking my butt, and I barely have time to sleep, let alone write. So to make up for it, I tried to make this part a little longer than the last. ANYWAYS, as always, constructive criticism is always welcome:) I honestly have no idea when the next part will be up, but hopefully it’ll be soon. Thank you for reading.~Salem

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pegasusdragontiger  asked:

What if Chris found out you are having twins and his reactions?


I feel like he would be ecstatic because the two of you were having babies together. At the same time, however, I think he would be pretty stressed out about how the two of you were going to manage two babies at once. Even more so if you guys already had kids together.

Either way, he is going to go through a whole emotional process. There will be laughter and tears. And if he passes out, there will be even more laughter, tears and a dramatic reenactment of said passing out when you share the news with family and friends.

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so! the callouts for chris/keebs (also known as despairsearching, previously known as shsl-robot-s, and if youre old enough to know, hydansics.) have been rolling in, huh? well, i would like to add.

sure, chris sees me as a friend that he can rely on dearly and vent to, but sadly, he has never shown the same for me.

and so now i will tell my side of the story, which dates all the way back to july of 2016.

trigger warning for rape, suicide, guilt trip, toxic narcissism, and predatory behavior.

im sorry, chris. i need to speak up about the bs youve pulled.

if you read this, i beg you take all of this into consideration and apologize without all the guilt trip and half assed remarks, along with addressing everything youve done. take responsibility. youre old enough.


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Don’t Scare Me Like That (Ricky Horror Imagine)

Request: Hey could I request a Ricky Horror imagine where they get into a really serious argument and it’s actually really scary as to how pissed off Ricky is? And he just throws in that the reader is just a child and stupid and a bunch of hurtful shit regarding their age gap? (Which isn’t too drastic though) and obviously it really hurts Y/N and then Ricky realizes what he did was way out of line and he looks for her at Chris’s place and she’s hesitant about forgiving him but it works out in the end?

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          You sat on the Motionless In White Tour bus waiting for them to finish their performance at this venue. Usually you would watch them preform because you loved seeing them so lively and the fans cheering. But most of all, you loved watching your boyfriend, Ricky Horror, play on stage. But today you just felt like staying on the bus and relax because not very often do you get quiet time with the guys around on the bus. They were just about done preforming for the fifteenth time on this tour and you tried to soak in the last seconds of silence before  they barged in and started rough housing.

         “That was awesome!” All the guys rushed onto the tour bus all at once, at least half of them getting stuck in the door while trying to pry their way in. You could tell that it must have been a good performance because all of them were sweaty and all of their stage makeup was melting off of their faces. All except ghost’s that is, he managed to stay perfect the whole time while on tour. And this happened to be the last show on the tour. You made it all the way back to the beginning where you guys to started to do their last performance in your hometown. 

         “I can’t believe it’s all over.” Ricky came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist securely, kissing the top of your head. “But at least i get to go home with you now and bug you all day long!” He chuckled and messed with your hair because he knew you hated that. You glared at him them calmly attempted to flatten out you hair. You and Ricky have been dating for just about three years now and it couldn’t have been any better. Well, except for the constant comments from people about the age difference. You didn’t think it was that big of a deal, you and him were only five years apart, so it wasn’t that bad. 

        “Aww… you guys make me sick.” Chris remarked sarcastically then snickered at your reaction. 

        “C’mon, let’s go home.” He told the bus driver.

        “Wait, i think i left my jacket at the merch table…” I stopped the bus from leaving as i headed for the door. I remember that the last time i had it was at the merch table because i was helping set it up and got way too hot so i took it off and put it down. You made your way over to the table, and sure enough it was sitting in the same place you left it, on the metal folding chair in the corner. You quickly snatched up you purple leather jacket and turned to go back to the bus so you could finally go home. 

         “Long time No see.” You heard someone say as you ran right into them because you weren’t paying attention. You looked up to see that it was your ex boyfriend with a wicked smile playing on his lips. You haven’t seen him in a few years ever since you broke up with him because he was an abusive asshole. “You still with that faggot of a boyfriend? What’s his name, Ri-”

        “Leave me alone.” You cut him off, trying to push past him. You had done your best to avoid him completely since the break up, and you had been doing good up until now. Besides, Ricky could be very jealous and over protective some times.

        “Fighsty, huh?” He grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back so that he had you trapped against the wall. This was all too familiar to you from your past relationship.His face got closer and closer to yours until his lips was only millimeters away from yours. Way too close for comfort.

        “(Y/N), What’s taking you so long?” You heard Ricky’s voice as he stepped out of the tour bus to see this play out in front of him. “What the hell is going on?” His voice snapped instantly into an angry tone. 

        “Looks like that’s my cue to leave…” Your ex boy friend murmured then ran away, leaving you to face Ricky on your own. 

        “It’s not what it looks like, Ricky.” You tried your best to convince him of the truth but it didn’t look like he was believing it. “Ricky-” You pleaded but still to no prevail. 

       “Really? Because it looks like you were about to kiss him.” He growled, his voice lower and angrier than you have ever heard it before. It scared you into trembling slightly.

       “No-” 

       He cut you off again. “This is what i get for dating someone so young, right? Joke’s on me i guess.” He seethed with fury. “What would you know you’re just a stupid child.” His hands were clenched into tight fists and you flinched away from him. “I should have never agreed to dating you and your childish games.” He stormed away, leaving me in peril. There was no way  you was getting back on the bus with him, so you guessed you was going to have to walk home. It wasn’t that long of a walk any ways, maybe only fifteen minutes. How could you go home to the place you and Ricky shared though? The only other place you thought to go to was Chris’s because he was the closest and he would surely understand, right? You heard the bus pull away leaving you to walk all the way there.

~later that day at Chris’s house~

         You were laying on Chris’s couch with a blanket wrapped around you as you told him everything that happened. When you finally made it to his house after the twenty minute walk in the wind that scared against you skin, he wasn’t hesitant in letting you in. 

         “Ricky did that to you?” Chris sounded really concerned. “I’m so sorry, you can stay here as long as you want.” He offered willingly. You were so grateful that you had such nice friends like them, even if you had only met them through Ricky. Soon, maybe only a few minutes later, you heard A knock on Chris’s door. You stood up to answer it, but Chris stopped you, getting the door himself. You could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation. 

          “No”……. “She doesn’t want to see you.”……………… “I wouldn’t-”

          The next thing you know, you saw Ricky walking towards you. You flinched away and the only thing you could think of doing was hiding beneath the blanket you were cocooned in. “Leave me alone.” You whimpered, feeling the couch next to you sink in. So Ricky was most likely sitting beside you.

        “(Y/N), i’m sorry.” His voice was soft, a contrast to his previous hateful tone that he used. “I shouldn’t have said those things to you.” He seemed hesitant. You peaked out from the blanket and saw that he was biting on his lip, as he usually did when he was nervous. No, you weren’t going to forgive him so easily, not after those things he did.  He wouldn’t listen to you, so why should you listen to him? “(Y/N), please listen to me…” He begged slightly, putting his hand on you thigh over the blanket. He rubbed it comfortingly like he always did when you were at home cuddling. It would always calm you down, even now.  “I love you and i understand if you don’t forgive me.” You didn’t say anything until he started to walk away and back outside. You hated seeing that sad puppy expression on his face so you internally debated whether you should forgive him or not.

        “Ricky, wait!” You said at the last second. “I love you too. But don’t scare me like that ever again.”

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Fic: The Sweetest Sound

A Chris Evans One Shot

Summary: Daddy!Chris has to shave his beard for his next movie role. His daughter reacts to seeing him sans beard for the very first time.

Dedicated to kryka83 for sending in the prompt! Thank you for that. I hope it came out okay. :)

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There were many sounds that held the ability to evoke an indescribable happiness within Chris’s heart. His mother’s melodious voice as she sang his favorite childhood lullaby Return to Pooh Corner. The soft snores of his sleeping dog that stayed tucked close to his side. The crackling of wood burning brightly in the middle of a campsite. And the noisy stillness of life he experienced while being surrounded by nothing but trees.

All of these reverberations calmed him, centered him, zapped him back to a tranquility he desperately tried to hold onto on a rainy day.

But nothing - absolutely nothing - could awaken his soul, could shine a light into the darkest corners of his mind and drown out the brain noise, like the sweet, precious giggles of his two favorite girls in the world; his wife and daughter.

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FIRST LOVE PART EIGHT:

A few weeks had passed since the talk that you had with Sebastian. You hadn’t really seen much of him besides the times you guys were in the same scene together. He kept his distance and so did you.

You wondered if things would ever feel normal between the two of you. You wondered if you and Sebastian could ever have a normal friendship. You didn’t want to lose him. Thinking of a life without him in it was a sad thought.

It was ten in the morning and you had been sitting in hair and makeup nearly finished getting ready for your scene. You were looking over your lines when the door to the trailer opened and Chris walked in. He held two cups of coffee in his hands and handed you one.

“I got your favorite.” He smiled.

You gratefully took the coffee from him, “You are a lifesaver. I’m going to need this today.”

He sat on the empty chair besides you, “You have a long day ahead of you?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I have a scene with Scarlett and one with Anthony, Elizabeth and Paul before I have rehearsals in the afternoon. What about you?”

“I have some scenes with Downey and…. Sebastian today.” Chris glanced at you to gage your reaction. He noticed that you would get this sad facial expression whenever his name was mentioned. Sebastian did the same when he heard your name.

“Oh, are you guys doing the final fight scene?” You asked.

“Not just yet. That’s going to be filmed in the next few days.”

Gina, the girl that was doing your makeup had to go step out for a few minutes. It left you and Chris alone.

“So, you haven’t talked to him in a while huh?” Chris asked referring to Sebastian.

“Uh, no I haven’t. We’ve been sort of avoiding each other.”

“So I guess you haven’t heard about him and Elaine.”

You looked at Chris, “What happened?”

“She broke up with him. It was the day after she had came to visit him. He didn’t tell me specifics just that it was over.”

You instantly felt sad for Sebastian. It must’ve been a lot for him to go through. The conversation the two of you had and then Elaine breaking up with him. It would be stressful to anyone.

“Is he- um, is he okay?” You asked Chris.

Chris shrugged his shoulders, “I think he’s taking it day by day. He says he doesn’t want to talk about it but I’m hoping he’ll come around soon.”

“I’m glad that you guys are talking.”

“I explained to him that I see you as one of my dear friends and he understood. I don’t know why he got so jealous. I wouldn’t ever do that to him.”

“I’m just glad things have sort of gone back to normal.” You commented.

“Not with the two of you. Do you think that you guys will talk anytime soon?”

You shrugged your shoulders this time, “I have no idea. I want to go and talk to him, but I just forget everything that I want to say to him. After what I told him, he probably doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“He is probably thinking the same thing about you.”

“Maybe.” You mumbled.

“You guys probably need some space. It’ll do you guys some good.”

The door to the trailer opened and Elizabeth walked in.

“Morning guys!” She smiled sitting on one of the empty chairs.

“Morning.” You and Chris replied in unison.

The three of you chatted about the day ahead before Elizabeth mentioned plans for that evening. “Since it’s the weekend, some of us wanted to go and get a few drinks. Are you guys up for it?”

Chris nodded, “Yeah that would be fun. (Y/n), are you going to come?”

“Sure. It would be better than staying in my room. I think I’ve seen everything on Netflix.” You joked. Ever since your conversation with Sebastian, you seemed to turn into a recluse, only leaving your room for work or food.

It wasn’t that you were scared of running into him, it was just that you didn’t know what to say to him. The way you both left things was completely awkward. It felt weird to talk to him during scenes and then go to not talking to him. Your characters spoke to each other more than you guys did.

You truly cared about Sebastian. You knew that the way you felt about him was unlike how you had ever felt about someone else. Sebastian was the one guy that you had always completely trusted.

“We are going to have so much fun!”

You hoped for a normal night out with the rest of the crew.

———-

You had planned to meet the others in the lobby around ten that evening. You were tired from a day of filming but since you had the next two days off, you figured that you could catch up on sleep then.

You had finished curling your hair before grabbing your things and going to meet the others. You weren’t entirely too sure about who was all going but you were looking forward to hanging out with everyone.

Once you made it to the lobby, you saw Scarlett with Anthony. They were the only two. You were surprised that you managed to beat Chris who seemed like he was early for everything all of the time.

“I love that dress!” Scarlett said when you approached the two of them.

“Thank you. Yours is beautiful too. Red is definitely your color.” You smiled. The dress you had on was a black strapless with lace embellishments. It was hot at night so you didn’t want to wear something that would overheat you as soon as you stepped out of the hotel.

“Need a wingman tonight (Y/n)? You are going to have to fight the guys off of you and I would be glad to offer you my assistance.” Mackie joked.

“If I need help, you’ll be the first person I go to.” You laughed. You weren’t looking to meet anyone that night. That was the furthest thing in your mind.

“You’re gonna have to fight them off with a stick!”

“Whose fighting someone off with a stick?” You turned and saw Chris had walked over mid conversation. Sebastian was right beside him. He looked right at you and you quickly looked away. So he was going to be joining everyone.

Elizabeth showed up soon after with Chadwick and the rest of you set out to go. There was a van waiting for you guys parked in front of the hotel.

Chris lend you a hand since you were wearing heels to get on the van. You sat in the middle with Elizabeth on one side and Sebastian on the other. You were surprised that he sat by you since there was an empty seat by Mackie in front of you.

You looked ahead and wouldn’t meet Sebastian’s glances. He was sitting awfully close to you. Your knees bumped into each other’s a few times. There was like this electric current that flowed between the two of you. You couldn’t put it into words.

The van was filled with multiple conversations on the way to the bar. You chatted with Elizabeth the majority of the way about random things. You knew that Sebastian was listening the entire time since he stayed silent.

The bar that you guys arrived at was sort of big. It had a dance floor and a stage for a band. It wasn’t completely packed but it wasn’t empty either. You could tell that people were starting to notice the group by stares and flashing cameras. You hoped that you would all still have a good night.

Chris lead the group to a booth in the back. It had a bit of privacy from onlookers. You were the last to get in the booth right after Mackie. Sebastian was on the other side of him and he hoped to sit by you like he did in the van. He was glad that you didn’t see him almost shove Mackie out of the way earlier so that he could sit with you.

A waitress came and brought you all some shots on the house. You grabbed one of the glasses along with everyone else and did a small cheers.

“Let’s go and dance!” Elizabeth said after a while. Some of you got up to go on the dance floor. Scarlett, Sebastian and Chadwick stayed behind.

You linked arms with Elizabeth and walked with her to the center of the dance floor. They were playing some song that you weren’t too familiar with but it had a good beat. You allowed yourself to feel stress free for an amount of time. It felt nice to be able to throw your hands in the air and let go.

You didn’t think about how you still had feelings for Sebastian or the fact that things were completely awkward between the two of you. All you could think about was how much fun you were having with your friends.

———-

Sebastian watched as you danced with some of the others. He saw that you were having a good time and it put a smile on his face. All he wanted was for you to be happy. He felt like he had put you through a lot since you guys had seen each other again. He hated seeing you upset and knowing that he did that to you made him sad.

He cared about you more than he could put it into words and your happiness was so important to him. Of course he would love to be with you, but he didn’t know if you felt the same.

After the conversation that the two of you had weeks ago, it seemed like it was all up in the air. He wished that things hadn’t been so complicated. It all stemmed from him not being truthful when he first saw you again. He got so swept up in the emotions that he felt because you were around again that he made unwise decisions.

Sebastian knew that if he had kissed you that day in wardrobe, he would feel guilty about it. Elaine was such a sweet girl and he did enjoy the time that he spent with her. She hadn’t done anything wrong in their relationship and he knew that he couldn’t just break up with her without a reason.

“Why don’t you stop staring and go dance with her.” Scarlett nudged him with her shoulder a little after she noticed he had been staring at you for quite some time.

Sebastian snapped out of his thoughts, “What?”

“You’re going to burn holes in the girl’s head if you keep staring so hard.” She joked.

He looked away from you, “I’m not staring.”

“Whatever you say. Just know that a girl like that isn’t going to stay waiting forever.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you just got out of a relationship but (Y/n) is a catch. She’s beautiful and smart and one of the most down to earth people that I’ve met.”

Sebastian chuckled, “Are you sure that you don’t want to date her?”

“You’re hilarious,” she rolled her eyes, “Just don’t wait too long. Look, some guy is already over there trying to put the moves on her.”

He quickly looked and saw that there was a guy that had approached you. He saw that the guy pulled out his phone to take a picture with you which you did without a problem. Sebastian thought the guy would leave once the picture had been taken but he stayed talking with you.

He noticed the guy was moving closer and closer to you and Sebastian clenched his jaw in frustration. He stood up from the booth and made his way on the dance floor.

The closer he got to you and the guy, the more jealous he had gotten. Once he reached you, he saw that the guy had walked away. You stood there wondering why Sebastian seemed so upset.

“Everything okay?” You asked him. It had been the first words in weeks that you had said to him.

He nodded, “Yeah, I just uh- I didn’t know if that guy was bothering you or not.”

You shook your head, “No, he was just telling me that his girlfriend was a fan and that she wouldn’t have believed that he met me without taking a photo.”

Sebastian felt relieved as soon as you said the guy had a girlfriend. He almost smiled.

“Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He told you. He almost had to shout it over the music.

“Thank you.”

The two of you stood there for a moment as the music turned to a slow song. It seemed like the dance floor was filled with other couples. You noticed that the rest of the group had returned to the booth.

“I’m gonna uh, go get a drink. Do you want one?” You asked him.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

Sebastian followed you over to the bar and you both ordered another shot.

“I think that we should talk.” Sebastian said while you both waited for the bartender to bring your drinks.

“I do too but I don’t think right now is a good time.” You told him.

“I agree but we will soon right? I don’t like how it’s been between us.”

“Neither have I. We will talk soon. I promise.”

Sebastian felt relieved. The bartender brought you both your shots and you both drank them before ordering another round for the table.

You lost count how many shots you had after that and the rest of the night turned into one big blur.

———–

When you woke up the next morning to a pounding headache, you knew that you had overdone it the night before at the bar. You couldn’t remember the last time you had drank so much.

It took you a split second to realize that you weren’t alone in bed. You opened your eyes and saw an arm wrapped around your waist. You were cuddling with someone and you weren’t even in your room.

You slowly looked to your left and saw Sebastian sleeping soundly beside you. He had a tight grip on you. He was shirtless from what you could see and you didn’t even have to look to realize that you were completely naked.

Before you could completely start to freak out, Sebastian slowly stirred besides you. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times before focusing on you.

It was like you could read his thoughts as he looked around the room and then back at you. You could tell that he was wondering what happened also.

“What the hell happened last night?” You questioned.

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The Trials To Win Chris Colfer's Heart.

Highschool!Crisscolfer. I saw a post indicating it’s about prom time. So I got this idea where Darren is infatuated with Chris and tries very hard to ask him to prom. Quite a few times. 

“Darren!” the girl in front of him yelled while waving her hands frantically. “It’s the third time you’ve zoned out since I’ve been talking to you.”

“Huh. I’m sorry. You were saying…?” Darren asked, diverting his attention from the thoughts dominating his brain. Thoughts of him. 

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I’ll Be Your Sugar Daddy (2/?)

Summary: When Dan is desperate for money for university, he does the one thing he never thought he would do. He goes to a sugar daddy for help.
Genre: AU, Fluff (no smut soz)
Word Count: 4,300
Beta: thanks to the amazing @luminescentlester who beta’d this for me and actually even helped write some of this, much love <3

A/N: Yes, there are going to be more parts to this ^__^

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The fact that people make fun of wrestling fans for their reaction to the Undertaker’s loss at Wrestlemania irritates me. I’m watching atmidnight kinda disappointed in Chris Hardwick, like I  know he’s supposed to be a comedian but he didn’t have to go the route he took talking about how it was, “written three weeks in advance in Connecticut”. And it bothered me that he half apologized for it.

As I’ve said before, wrestling is no different than scripted television. But the only real difference that kinda makes wrestling great is that you get to see fans’ reactions in real time. You get to see them respond to the show, see their facial expressions, verbally and physically express their feelings for what they are watching.

And one thing I’d say is this and I’ll use these as examples seeing as Chris Hardwick is a nerd heading Nerdist and hosting Talking Dead and all that shit: How did people react when important characters from shows like The Walking Dead died? Or even the Red Wedding from Game of Thrones? For anyone who didn’t read the material ahead of time(The Walking Dead comic book and A Song of Ice And Fire, respectively), it comes as a complete shock and surprise to them and I guaran-damn-tee you that they had the same facial expressions that fans at Wrestlemania had when they saw The Streak end(again, only difference is that you can’t see Walking Dead and Game of Thrones fans’ facial expressions and reactions outside of social media text). 

So to judge like that is irresponsible and hypocritical. 

But of course people are going to continue to mock wrestling fans by calling it fake and whatever but that won’t stop me from continuing to enjoy it like other “normal” people watch their weekly television shows.

Title: There’s Some Things We Always Knew (Read on AO3)

Pairing: Chris/Darren

Rating: PG

Summary: Not many people really understand. When he first told his best friend that he didn’t want to get married, she replied with a confused look, then a fit of laughter.
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(Title from ‘All She Wants’ by MIKA)

A/N: So I was really inspired by Chris’ quote saying how he doesn’t want to get married and that everyone expects him to. Like, really inspired. I didn’t plan this. Woops. ~1860 words

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Chris shouldn’t feel bad about it. He shouldn’t. If he can respect his friends’ beliefs and values, they should offer him the same courtesy— plain and simple. He shouldn’t feel like his heart is falling to his stomach every time someone gives him those pitying stares and tries to tell him what he should want for his life. He shouldn’t feel doubt creeping into his mind when his mother excitedly and wistfully talks about attending her son’s wedding someday, about the planning and the colors and the whole shebang. And he really shouldn’t feel like his insides are threatening to make an appearance in the outside world with every playful suggestion, smirk, nudge, or quip.

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                                                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.”

 

 

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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?”

 

“Yes?”

 

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.”

 

 

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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.

 

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“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. “

 

“CHRISTOPHER MAURICE BROWN, I DO NOT SNORE!”

 

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.

 

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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.

 

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“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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