we won’t even get into how bad i am with remembering this is here lately.
but.. i have not forgotten about this…
gonna re-write songs for lovers, so consider that a draft. 
and eventually, kacie and chris will get out of new york.
i have two weeks of time to waste (and its fucking snowing, so…) let see what comes of it.
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a/n, straight, simple, and to the point: this is au!chrianna, alternate universe for those who don’t know what AU stands for. this is ultimately an idea i can’t shake from my thoughts and for the time being, so I won’t limit the chapter count because I know 9/10 i’ll get out of control. i haven’t seen this particular role taken for these two as characters at all, but by all means, i hope you guys enjoy this turn it’ll take.
it’ll be worth it, i promise.
1 | ain’t no mountain high enough
“C’mon, you can’t honestly stand there and tell me this doesn’t have you utterly fucking terrified.” Her green eyes glare at him, and for a minute, a bit of fear rips through him, but it gets swallowed down by his excitement.
Maybe he should be scared. He’s only seventeen, with his whole life ahead of him.
He’s seventeen years old, and the girl next to him, only eighteen for the last four hours, is just as nervous as he is about the pending events that could change their lives forever. It hasn’t taken long, but their time together as a couple, a duo, a true team in all aspects of the word, has finally reached a point to where it’s time to put up or shut up.
If there’s anything he’s mastered since bumping into her on the first day of fifth grade at PS 241, it’s handling her freak outs. This particular worry however, seems to be a little more important than just knocking her books out of her hand and spilling juice on her new white penny loafers. (more…)
21 | Wait Your Turn
“You have to concentrate,” Robyn coached Wendy through the phone as she stirred her breakfast cereal, and turned back to resting against her desk.
“I’ll come out in a few. Everything will be fine. I’m back for a bit, Wendy.”
She had been in the office for fifteen minutes; had been the one to open the doors at five AM sharp, and made sure she got absolute run downs on every one of the patients from the school bus crash.
There were twenty-eight files to go through; there were twelve girls and twelve boys exactly in terms of students, and three women ranging from twenty-four to forty-three, and one male, the bus driver, who was sixty five.
The students were divided into four groups, depending on the severity of the impact they had sustained from the crash. The group of students sitting on the left side of the bus suffered the most damage, a lot of lacerations and stitch-work had to be done before the rehab could begin.
They had spent two hours pinned to the students on the right, with the entire weight of the bus and the truck combined flattening them. It was going to take a lot rehab to get pinched nerves and damaged muscles to work again, but it could be accomplished within two months if everyone worked on schedule.
The three adults – all placed strategically through the bus – had suffered a variety of damages.
The woman in the front, as well as the bus driver had been tossed through the front window after the impact, and tossed down the stretch of highway they were traveling down, breaking hips and arms.
The woman in the middle was crushed down next to a two-hundred and fifty pound football player, and the woman in the very back had her legs trapped partially underneath the seat in front of her, as well as her arm by the time she was freed.
After the files were spread over her desk and she started to go through them to arrange placement and treatment schedules by groups, her oatmeal had gone ignored and when she looked up after a few tight raps on the door, it was nearing eight thirty AM.
Chris had promised to call after eight-forty five, before the meeting, so he could skype her into it – or give her the run down when he decided to bring her lunch. Her lunch break was something she was really looking forward to, and hoped that she could find a stopping point in order to actually break for.
The knocking on the door continued, and Robyn narrowed her gaze before uttering, “Come in.” (more…)
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20 | A Night Off
“You’re going to be bored down there, baby.” Chris laughed, watching Robyn shrug softly as she turned off the multi-screen view of the latest episode of the reality TV show she had gotten lost in.
She stretched out on the couch in the den and shook her head. She wasn’t interested in talking business with Wendy, so going into the studio sounded very interesting at the moment.
He was trying to reroute her though, but this was a battle she didn’t want to lose at all.
After they had finally gotten out of her bedroom and ate real food – she made cold chicken salad and he ate and learned about the accolades that fanned her walls – he had convinced her to come here so they could start brainstorming preparations for Rated R with the studio’s production team.
That lasted all of two hours before she returned back upstairs with a full overhaul and excitement about the plans, which would go into production as soon as Spring Fever #5 reached finalization.
She had ideas, but with the project being placed in her own hands, her creativity seemed to be all over. She didn’t hesitate to let them know this was going to be short term for her, so everything she wanted to do would be done wanting more, just in case she wanted to do more a little later in life. (more…)
I suck at remembering to update this! Lmfao fuck… But, I’m definitely going to…
Going to finish reposting Tape You adds on here, add to Days I Spent With You sometime soon, aaaaaaand start a new fic, cause… I want to write something new.
Hmm. I was thinking maybe, a fic titled “What’s Love Without Tragedy” (or something like that…you’ll need tissues though.)
it miiiiight be a short fic though, like… Ten adds.
I can do that. I honestly think I’m going to get back in the swing of short fics, which is something I could do once upon a time –before something short turned into long ass epics like the kacieverse– So, look out for that, i’ll have part 1 up on friday
a/n: I’ve been neglecting this…. woops. i’ma keep the catch up game going – there’s only four more in fic adds before i’m caught up, and i’ll toss in the outtakes eventually… buttt… i’m extremely bored, so expect a DAYS add tonight/tomorrow…
19 | Do You?
He didn’t want to go to the studio.
On his list of things to do it was basically number one, but his motivation to stay in bed was next to him, eating fruit and still naked. After waking up next to her, there was really nothing else he could see himself doing. And everyone had seen Robyn and realized by now that they were together….
…could they judge him?
He had a loose commitment to meeting up with someone later, but he wasn’t rushing.
He had decided on taking the number from a guy Barry had worked with before, a great backup vocalist named Kevin. He also figured it would be easier for them to record at Press Play, and he could easily integrate the music onto the website, and various scenes.
He was highly motivated to work, but that was where it ended. His mind was overflowing with lyrics, true, but lying in bed and trying not to get fruit juice on her mattress while her sheets were in the wash seemed of higher importance.
For hours, this had been the arrangement.
Together they remained in bed and fed each other fruit, because that was the only thing in the room. She woke up hungry and went at the fruit instead of even attempting to go cook, and really, she couldn’t get out of bed without him watching her move and calling her back to it.
She tried to get up to get her phone once after they’d finished the bottle of tequila, and he ended up pushing into her and making her grip her door frame for support. The morning was just….ridiculous.
She couldn’t find the shirt she had wanted to put on after her shower, and he still hadn’t put his boxers on. She just knew he was doing it on purpose because she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. The one she had on now kept slipping off of her shoulders and she needed a camisole on it to be honest, but he didn’t care.
He was circling her nipple through her shirt as he licked mango juice from her hip when his phone rang. He stared at the offensive device and pushed it onto the floor and went back to her, despite the shocked look on her face as he pressed his lips back to her hip.
“Why’d you do that? What if that was your mom, or Pat or someone like that?” Robyn scolded him as he continued kissing her thighs and he shrugged.
Melissa and Barry had both simultaneously texted him a few hours ago, and he knew that was most likely one of them, attempting to see if had got up for the day. His phone started to ring again as he pulled the elastic away from Robyn’s hip, and brought hand up to run up the side of her breast through the shirt.
“Chris, it might be important. Answer it.” Robyn instructed with a soft slap against his naked back. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. (more…)
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18 | Work It Out
He’d had a lot of frantic sex before, but this was just… ridiculous.
It was all he could think about, not really accepting the fact that they’d had sex earlier in the day before they flew back to California. He just wanted his hands on her, he wanted to touch her, wanted some part of him to be a part of her and it was his main objective.
She kept her hand on his knee as she drove out of the area, and kissed him at the red lights until cars started to honk behind them with impatience. The route to her apartment was extremely quick, and he didn’t even get a good glimpse of where he was before she was pulling him in the double doors of the lobby and anxiously waiting for the elevator to hit the ground level.
As soon as they got in and she pressed four and then hit the emergency stop button, he backed her up against the wall and pressed his lips against hers.
“Fuck,” He cursed as he guided her hips towards him and wrapped his hands around her thighs to lift her up. (more…)
