#i knew this stuff before the album ofc but Hearing it puts things in place and i am So unwell aboht it

[honestmouse20]

Once again smfs knows me so much better than I know myself. I can write it better than you ever felt it. Gonna give my therapist homework to listen to this bc jfc

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉  skz with pregnant!reader 

bangchan x reader | first part of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & a tinge of angst

↬ warnings; pregnancy, birth, talk of vomiting, and lots of cursin

↬ notes; fuck i love bangchan sm and im excited dis the first part of daddy!skz o whateva

from the moment he knew, he honestly was scared at first and just wanted to pretend like he wasn’t going to be a father

he needed time to evaluate it all, he was honestly confused and scared, he was nervous and doubtful of his parenting skills and providing eighteen years + many years after for his child

u were nervousssss as helllllllllllllll to tell him what was up

“well, i’m- y’know- baby?” you tried to get out, ur words were hella scrambled and he was confused before he came to the realization of what you meant 

silence which is vv concerning 

u knew this was a shot in the dark sorta, u two weren’t even public on the relationship let alone public about a pregnancy?

u guys ended up taking a break for about a month, really not knowing what to say to each-other

u two were afraid, which was normal, u just rly didn’t expect it from chan of all people to walk away from u

anybody else u could expect,, but this?? this was unlike him & u were more scared by that

he wound up at your place, box in hands

(u were kinda at ur breaking point bc u thought he was returning ur things)

(newsflash it was his stuff)

“i’m sorry, i just— being a father? being a parent, i don’t.. i don’t know anything about it, but nobody does when they become one. so, i’m gonna figure it out with you.”

going through the first sonograms w him & crying a lot while u two talked about the future

ur hormones r going to be the death of chan

u are 0-100 holy mooolyy

hes very careful with his choice of words and how he delivers them, not wanting to upset you

chans first present for the baby is a kangaroo, with a matching little joey 🥺

he also is surprisingly a very big fan of kanga from winnie the pooh, which he buys winnie the pooh stuff for the baby JSJSJSJSJJS just bc kanga & roo remind him of u n the baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (i rly need to stop)

u were a lil big, having a cute big bump to pair with ur pregnancy, the inevitable announcement was needed to happen if u were ever going to step outside again

chan rly didnt want to announce it bc he didnt know what peoples reactions would be :(

he knew he was only twenty-seven so some people might think it was a bit too early to have kids, but he thought it was perfect the way it was

u guys hid it until u couldn’t, sparking little rumors of ur pregnancy but u both decided not to confirm them

chan obsessing and literally worshipping you in your third trimester

u in his shirts? he was fuckin over

kisses and cuddling all the time, no matter how tired u were or he was, u two would either fall asleep while doing so or lay there for awhile before u were like

“ok i gotta pee, help me up!!”

no but frfr this baby was torturing u the last stretch of ur pregnancy

it seemed that anything u ate either made u throw up or gave u heartburn

ur stretchmarks were getting worse & it seemed like u were getting bigger everyday

u were very insecure the last months, just cause a lot of comments were talking about a bit of weight gain in ur face, which fuck,, u would never be hurt by some comments but with ur hormones and KNOWING u have put on weight, u rly didn’t feel the same

ofc chan knows whats up and hes there to tell u some r e a l s h i t

“okay, yes. you have put on weight, but you’re pregnant. that’s the good thing about it, you’re healthy okay? whether you had a small bump and no extra weight put on or a big bump and extra weight put on, you are carrying a baby. you can lose the weight when it’s over, right? you don’t need to feel this way, okay? i’m the only one who you should listen to about your appearance, i’m here to tell you the truth. you are beautiful. you are the morher of my child, that’s what you are. you’re not ugly, or fat, you’re not anything bullshit that people say to you.”

when u started crying, chan panicked

“nononononoono, don’t cry baby!”

his arms were wrapped around you so tightly, feeling your face pressed against his shoulder and your arms around his neck

“i love you.” u would be rly quiet and his heart would break at the sound but ur i love you, he just— it was so real and he’d never felt like this before

“love u too.” he’d say that shit so proudly and kiss the TOP OF UR HEAD SO SOFTLY 🥺🥺🥺

when u finally went into labor, u were like wow this hurts a F U CK TOO NNN

u woke up to the bedsheets soaked underneath u, pins n needles were all u could feel

u kinda sat there for ten minutes, scaring urself n making urself nervous when u started doubting yourself and feeling the pain become stronger

ur hands were s hh aa kkyy

u would tap chan so softly and feel a little frustrated he didnt wake up but like how tf was he supposed to feel that 😳

u kinda started crying now because u were STRESSED and him not waking up (no shit ur little tap wasnt gonna work but) it felt like he was gonna sleep forever

so ur hands pressed on chan’s shoulders, shaking them a little bit and letting out a,

“chris?” which ur voice was quiet as hell, shaky as hell, and wavering as you whispered to him

him opening his eyes to see your teary ones n hes just so sad that his heart drops 🥺

he never wakes up quicker though and hes sitting up fast as fuck

“what? what’s wrong?”

ur literally sobbing and hes freaked out by this because u have never cried like this

he kinda just wants to go back to bed since ur just crying but he knows smth is probably wrong because ur SOBBING so

“my water broke.”

now its his turn to be nervous cause fuck he is feeling so unprepared

he said fuck shoes on u, slipping u into his own clothes and helping u into the car so u two could go

did i forget to mention the hospital was an hour away 😳

he wants to pull over hearing u whine n grip his hand, noticing ur quietness and ur little mumbles everytime u rest ur head back after a contraction

he doesn’t give a fuck, he will carry u into the hospital and then put u in a wheelchair from the entrance so u don’t have to walk

u have a feeling maybe hes more nervous than u but atm ur fuckin close to losing it over the pain

u two are settled into a room, epidural done and just trying to make u comfortable now

u were seven centimeters which u still had to wait but u both knew u were close to meeting ur baby

when u are at ten centimeters though, chan is just a ball of tears and he’s just so proud of you

your hand was in his the whole time, chan’s lips near ur ear and he’s just whispering for u to concentrate on him and how much u wanna meet the baby

“i—i can’t do it!” 🥺🥺

you were honestly so drained and ur forehead was laced with sweat, ur hands sweaty and shaking in his own from being nervous and slowly becoming weaker as u put ur strength into pushing

“baby, you are probably what? three pushes, maybe you can cut it to one and a half. alright? you can do this baby, we’re so close to meeting our baby.”

that’s all u needed n chan knew it

surprise surprise,, chan was right about one and a half

“it’s a boy!!” which chan would press his lips to yours so quickly, u two crying and letting out watery laughs as your baby boy cried 🥺

he hasn’t felt this much pride and love since debut or releasing an album or tour, he couldn’t express how gifted he was to have deserved the gift of being a father

ofc they introduce you both to kangaroo care, chan so ready to take off his shirt and feel his baby boy’s skin against his own warm skin and he did so

then it was ur turn to hold him the same way, chan asking u if he could pull down ur gown so u could hold him like he did

that was the picture he needed, snapping it and getting you holding the baby against your naked (ofc ur gown was covering ur breasts) chest, your son sleeping soundly with his hands pressed against you

u two were parents now, u both had learned about pregnancy together and now u two were going to explore parenthood together

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[keanureevesisbae]

Caught in a Blizzard - Part 3

Summary: Luna and Chris can finally fly back to the States, only to discover that the world gotten to know of their little adventures. 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Luna Hwang (Asian OFC)

Warnings: Mentions of sex, nothing serious. 

Wordcount: 4.2k

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Masterlist // Part 2 // 

After having tons of sex with Chris Evans on the first day of being stuck in a hotel room, I have come to the conclusion that he is a beast in bed, but an absolute sweetheart in aftercare. We still can’t leave our hotel room (his hotel room, excuse me), but we have plenty of stuff to do around here. After the long shower we took and indeed had sex again, he had room service bring up some fresh pairs of underwear for me to wear.

As a joke I said that we could walk around naked instead, not bother wearing clothes, but I didn’t realize that he would take that seriously. The only time he forces me to wear a shirt, is when we’re cooking, because he doesn’t want me to get hurt.

We’re in bed together, my sweaty naked body pressed against his, my center still throbbing in slight pain. The way this man uses me, is something no one has ever done before. I can’t help but think back about how he bend me over the bar, pushed me against the wall. But after that, he completely changes.

He presses soft kisses on my skin, massages my shoulders and whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I think I will dream about this for years and no man can ever do these things to me that Chris did. Poor guy who is going to have sex with me after Chris Evans, because this man raised the bar.

‘You are so beautiful,’ Chris whispers and I can hear the smile on his face. ‘Has anyone ever told you that?’

‘They did,’ I admit, ‘but no one seemed to mean it like you do.’

‘That’s what I thought, sweetheart,’ he chuckles.

I place my hand on his chest, as I turn on my stomach. I look at his beautiful face. Of course I’m thinking about our eventual next steps. What will happen once we get out of this hotel room? What will happen when we are back in the States? Will he want to continue this? Because I know I want to, but I get that he doesn’t want to continue this. I mean, he is almost forty, I’m just a young woman, who will turn twenty four soon. Maybe it shouldn’t become more, but should it stay like this. Just some lovely sexual encounters when we had nowhere to go.

‘You are so handsome, Chris,’ I whisper. ‘And so kind.’ I want to place my leg over his, but I softly wince.

‘You okay?’ he asks and he looks so genuinely worried, something that makes my heart swell.

‘I’m just sore,’ I chuckle.

‘I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to mean to hurt you.’

‘You didn’t hurt me, Chris.’ I chuckle and give him a kiss on his bearded cheek. ‘I’m just impressed that you can keep up.’

‘Just because I’m going to be forty soon, doesn’t mean I’m dead or in desperate use of viagra, Luna.’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ I whisper. ‘I’m going to take a bath.’

‘You want a bath?’ Chris sits up and adds: ‘I can arrange that right now.’ He tells me to stay put as he walks bare naked to the bathroom that is attached to this bedroom. I smile as I think about the things he did to me. I don’t want this to ever end. This blizzard can go on for life, because I want to have this.

Forever.

I hear the water running and he walks back into the room with a smile. He crawls back on the bed and gives me a kiss, followed by tons more. ‘You ready for a bath, beautiful?’ He lifts me up without a hitch and carries me to the bathroom. He slowly lets me sink into the warm water and he gets in behind me.

He massages my shoulders, as he kisses my temple. ‘Tell me something nice, sweetheart.’

I can’t help but chuckle. ‘Like what?’

‘Doesn’t matter. Tell me what you think when you are on stage.’

‘I don’t think a lot,’ I say. ‘It’s almost like a second nature, you know. I hear the beats in my in-ears and I just go and— Chris, how can I have a serious conversation with you, when you’re massaging my breasts?’

‘Sorry, sorry, sorry,’ he chuckles. ‘I don’t know what you are doing to me, but you are insatiable.’

I turn around in the water, as it gushes over the edge, but neither of us seem to care. I give him a long kiss and sigh deeply, as I look into his beautiful eyes. ‘Chris, when we get home, what are we going to do?’

‘Well, I have to go to LA for filming, but I know for a fact that I want to continue doing this.’ He smiles and kisses me. ‘Because I haven’t felt like this in years.’

‘Is it because I’m a younger model?’

He rolls his eyes as he scoffs. ‘It’s because you are who you are. You are smart, you are an amazing performer and all in all, you are exactly my type.’

‘Good thing that you are mine as well.’

✘ ✘ ✘

Two days later, it’s safe for the planes to fly again, so we can finally go back to the USA. Chris is going to LA, while I have to stay in New York City. Despite that, he decided to travel with me, changing flights on JFK.

The following two days were filled with conversations about his anxiety, my lack of trust in people. We had sex, took long showers and baths, we cooked together, watched movies and had more sex. Besides the fact that Chris Evans is an absolute animal with a stamina that guys all over the world are jealous of (I mean, I had to adopt a complete new walk, because of how sore I am), he is also the greatest guy to be around with. He is funny, he is intelligent and I’ve gotten to know him on a deeper level.

The way he told me about the things that go through his mind when he deals with an anxiety attack, it was so vulnerable. Besides that, thanks to him, I’ve gotten to know myself on a deeper level. I know who I am now. Okay, I have a better idea now of who I am.

During our flight, I took multiple naps against his large and strong frame and I really dread the moment where we have to say our goodbyes. I hate saying goodbye. I’m not even good with goodbyes. Every time I had to say goodbye to my foster family, I remember crying, because I had met these new people and I wanted to prove that I was a good foster kid. But I was forced to another family and you never knew how long that was going to last.

Saying goodbye to my band members, was a whole new level weird. They were mad, but on the other hand they seemed to care about me. About us as a group, despite everything I did.

Chris holds onto my hand when we get off the plane, his fingers intertwined through mine. Since we don’t want to be recognized, we’re both wearing a bucket hat, that is completely covering our eyes.

We stop walking and I realize that this is it. I have to say goodbye to him now. I sigh deeply. ‘You have to hurry,’ I say to him. ‘You don’t want to miss your flight.’

Chris simply nods, before he wraps his arms rightly around my upper body. ‘When I’m done in LA, we’ll see each other again,’ he assures me. ‘Besides, I have your number and was going to stalk you anyways, if you don’t mind.’

I smile. ‘I wouldn’t mind at all, mister Evans.’

He presses a long kiss on my lips, adjusting my hat after he lets me go. ‘Get home safely, Luna.’

‘Yeah, you too.’

He waves when he walks off and he looks like such a dork doing so. I have to say that without a doubt, these were the best days of my life. Touring around the world with my girls was amazing. Releasing my first album was fantastic.

But getting to know Chris Evans like I’ve gotten to know him in these days, was next level.

I hail a cab and tell the driver my address. I lean back, watching as snow falls out of the sky, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was in London.

I get out when I’m at my apartment building and I can’t help but to whistle as I walk towards the elevator, getting in and pressing on the button with the sixteen on it. My mood can’t be killed now, I think to myself, as I walk to my apartment door. Chris has my number, he’ll annoy me with texts and we’ll definitely meet again. How many times have I fantasized about this? There was one celebrity in the entire world that I wanted to meet, that I wanted to get to know more and now I know him.

I open the door of my apartment and I attach my phone to its charger. It died when I left the hotel with Chris, but I’d rather spend my time with him. Besides, his charger didn’t fit my phone. I walk around my place for awhile, pouring in some water for me and when I walk back to my phone, I see I have messages in the Brave Elegance chat.

Why would they text me? We haven’t used that chat in months since the break up. Did something happen? Or worse, did someone die?

Pixie: Uh, Luna, you need to tell us something. Are you okay?

Faith: What happened?

Rosie: Is Luna okay?

Daliah: OMG IS IT TRUE?

Rosie: Hello, maybe one of you can tell us what happened?

Pixie: Shit, she is not receiving the messages.

Faith: Please answer the fucking question, guys. It’s not that hard. What happened? What is true?

Daliah: TMZ released pictures of Luna and Chris Evans in a hotel room after the Graham Norton show. They are pretty graphic.

Pixie: Daliah, you are an adult now, you can just say that she is naked, just like Chris.

Rosie: Oh my God, Luna!

Faith: We can’t leave you alone for two seconds can we?

My heart stops beating for a few seconds. I quickly google my own name, together with Chris’ and I audibly gasp. It’s true. The pictures of us… No, this can’t happen! I don’t want this to happen.

What sick bastard would make pictures of this? Oh my God, I’m so naked. This can’t be true.

Not only is this terrible for my own career, but for Chris’ as well.

Luna: Shit…

Pixie: You want us to come over?

Luna: You guys made it pretty clear the last time we saw each other that you didn’t want to see me anymore…

Faith: We are aware that we did say that, but we know you, Luna. We want to be there for you.

Rosie: No matter how we disbanded, we will always be Brave Elegance. Besides, I think we need to talk about not only this, but about the entire disbandment as well.

Daliah: I don’t care if you don’t want to see us, because I’m in a cab already.

Rosie: I’ll be bringing the needed snacks!

Pixie: See you in a bit, Luna!

✘ ✘ ✘

I wouldn’t call the pictures pornographic, but I’m pretty naked. I feel so violated, being pictured like this during some intimate times. I know exactly what Chris Evans is doing in those pictures to me. It is even shown how he lifts me up in his arms, to carry me to the bathroom.

I do have to thank the universe that the paparazzi only took pictures of the first time we had sex. I can’t imagine them seeing the positions and the things we did later on. I mean, Kama Sutra seemed pretty prude compared to what we did.

I’m dragged out of my thoughts when I see all of the members in front of my apartment door. Sweet little Daliah in her bright pink coat, tough Pixie with her hair cut short, tall Rosie who dyed her hair blonde again, because she thinks it fits her better (that’s true) and Faith who looks like she doesn’t care, but I know her. I know she cares.

‘Hi,’ I say.

‘Luna,’ Daliah says, being the first to engulf me in her arms. I never thought I would ever see them again, let alone hug them. I place my chin on her shoulder, as I pull her body closer to mine. ‘We are here for you, Moonshine.’

I can’t help but smile when I hear my nickname again. It has been so long.

‘I’m such an idiot,’ I say, as I let go of the youngest of the five of us.

‘You are not,’ Rosie says, cupping my cheek. ‘We do need to talk about this and thank goodness I brought snacks. I have chips and chocolate, but I also brought pretzels. I know you don’t like them, but the rest of us do, so just don’t eat it.’

The rest of them walks in and Faith looks at me for a second. ‘Whether you like it or not,’ she says, ‘we’re always a team.’

I don’t know about that actually. It’s all my fault really that we broke up and I guess this is Karma hitting back at me, in a very cumbersome way.

We sit around the table, snacks and drinks in the middle and I think about the moment Brave Elegance was formed. We were young, we were naive and very nervous. But somehow it worked, it clicked, despite being five totally different girls from totally different backgrounds. The only thing that we had in common, was being Korean American teenage girls.

‘So,’ Pixie says, ‘correct me if I’m wrong, but you went to London for an interview, afterwards met Chris Evans again, but drunk, went with him to his hotel room where you had sex with him and TMZ managed to take picture of the occasion.’

‘That sums it up, yeah,’ I mumble.

‘Was that the only time you had sex with him?’ Rosie asks and my cocked eyebrow must be the answer to her seemingly rhetorical question. ‘Right.’

‘Have you called Chris already?’ Daliah asks.

I shake my head. ‘He only has my number, so I can’t reach out to him and I don’t think that this is the moment to slide into his DM’s.’

They seem to agree. ‘Do you like him?’ Faith asks.

You girls have no fucking idea. ‘I do,’ I whisper. ‘It was nice to talk to someone. To not be alone.’ I close my eyes and think about what Chris says. There will be other band members, but I think he is wrong. There will not be others like them.

Despite the disbandment, despite all the underlying issues we had, we are a team, like Faith said and we always will be one. They are here to support me and that says something about how much we care about each other right?

‘I’m so sorry.’

‘What for, Luna?’ Faith asks. She was the oldest of the group and basically our mom. Making sure that we had our passports with us, that we had slept well, that we’ve eaten. We had long talks on the balcony of our dorm room during our X-Factor days. She may not understood my situation, my history with the foster care system and my inability to make friends, but she did listen and did care.

‘For not being a team player.’

For a second I can forget about the pictures, because I can’t talk about that and about my bond with Chris Evans, when there are so many unspoken sorrows and apologies between us.

Rosie shakes her head. ‘No, you don’t have to be. It was unfair of us to blame it all on you. We should’ve spoken to you and took the time to understand you. Not simply start pointing fingers at you, while we were all to blame.’

While we were all to blame? I don’t understand. ‘What?’

Pixie sighs and folds her hands on the table. ‘We were wrong all along, Luna,’ she says. ‘When we broke the news to you that you weren’t a team player, we just looked at what we experienced. We never once looked at the situation from your perspective. Because we, the ultimate mean girls, had forced you out, we met up. First to gossip about you, bad mouthing you, but eventually Faith had the brilliant idea to go to group therapy.’

Faith shrugs. ‘It felt wrong, to bad mouth about you. It couldn’t be just you. And after a few sessions, we realized that what happened to you growing up… It became a normal for you. We understood your need to prove yourself, that you were good enough and even better.’

‘But when I did that,’ I say, ‘I pushed you guys down so hard.’

Daliah nods. ‘We know, but we also understand. Besides, it was obvious during our X-Factor that you were the best. I never really understood why they put you in a group.’

Rosie shakes her head. ‘That was unbelievable. You had the stamina and the stage presence and the talent to become a soloist. You have it all, Luna.’

‘You can sing, you can dance, you write and you can rap. All that on top of being the most beautiful woman on this earth,’ Pixie adds.

‘So… You guys are not mad at me?’

Faith holds my hand on the table. ‘No, of course not. We were wrong too. We were not acting mature and for that I’m sorry.’

‘Me too,’ the other girls say in unison.

‘We should’ve taken the time to realize how much you did for us,’ Pixie says with a smile. ‘We watched those compilations where it was shown how much you do for us, in a different way. You took care of us like a true friend.’

‘I mean, you wrote that diss track when that thing Justin and I had got leaked. You ruined his career, Luna,’ Rosie chuckles.

‘Though we might not be a group anymore,’ Daliah says, ‘we will always care about you and we might not perform anymore, we will always be Brave Elegance.’

I let out a shaky sigh. Is this truly happening? Do I have my friends back? ‘I’m truly sorry,’ I say. ‘I should’ve done something with my desperate need to prove myself.’

Faith shakes her head. ‘No, not really. We should’ve done something. As a team.’

‘We’re all good again?’ I ask, just in case.

Daliah nods. ‘Of course we are, silly. We are Brave Elegance and we will always be.’

‘You have no idea how much that means to me,’ I whisper. ‘Thank you for having my back.’

Faith pats my hand. ‘Okay, this a beautiful moment, obviously, but we have business to do.’

‘Right,’ Pixie says. ‘We have to wait for Chris to call you, since he is probably on a plane and you don’t have his number. So, I think that we should call your new manager, explain to her what happened and she can contact Chris’ agent or manager or whoever.’

‘I don’t want to call my manager,’ I mumble.

Faith chuckles. ‘Of course you don’t. I have an idea. I call your manager, so she can think about a nice statement, possibly together with his manager. While I do that, Pixie, Rosie and Daliah will get the snacks ready, we’ll catch up, try to forget this situation, until Chris Evans calls.’

‘Aren’t we going to talk about how sex is with Chris Evans?’ Pixie asks. ‘Because sure as hell I want to know about that.’

‘Get the snacks ready,’ Daliah says. ‘Talking about sex is always easier with sex.’

I watch my former band members spread out over my apartment. Faith is calling with Gia, while the rest is indeed getting the snacks ready.

I scroll through my phone, desperately searching for the responses to the multiple articles that have been written. I know it’s going to hurt my feelings, but I’m self destructive like that. I need to read it.

But it’s all what I expected it to be. I’m the whore, Chris deserves better and I’m ruining his career. Someone even mentioned that it’s probably because I didn’t have a nice and stable upbringing and that I have severe daddy issues.

‘Okay, don’t read that,’ Rosie says, placing my phone on the table. ‘That’s not good for you.’

When Faith is back with us, she quickly tells us that Gia is working something out, trying to get ahold of Chris’ agent right away.

Like nothing happened, we start talking like the good times. I can’t seem to talk about Chris yet, so the rest of the girls talk about their lives. I find out that Faith is going to be starring in a movie soon, playing the older sister of the main character, but she can’t tell too much about it yet. I can see her as an actress.

Rosie is back in college, studying criminology. Pixie is dating a wonderful girl, while she is working as a talent agent for a different record company. Daliah and Michael are still together and she is actually trying to start a family.

I bet she will be a fantastic mom.

’So how about you and Chris?” Faith asks. ‘Was it just sex or…?

I shake my head. ‘It wasn’t just sex,’ I whisper. ‘It was a nice extra, of course, but I felt so loved. He cared about me, wanted to know how I was feeling. I just fear that that will be out of the window, after this.’

My phone starts to ring, causing me to yelp. It’s a number that I don’t know. I’m afraid, scared. What if it’s someone who wants to harass me? It wouldn’t be the first time.

‘Pick up,’ Daliah urges.

I take a deep breath, before I pick up the phone and answer the phone with a shaky ‘Hello?’ after I bring the phone to my ear.

‘Hi, sweetheart.’

My heart nearly drops to my feet. Hearing his warm voice, it’s just enough for my emotions to be pushed over the edge. The entire time I held my head high. I got the girls over, I barely cried about it.

However hearing him…

A sniffle leaves my lips and I bury my face in my hand.

‘Oh, no, no, no,’ Chris says. ‘Please, Luna, don’t cry.’

‘That’s fucking easy for you to say,’ I snap. ‘I’m the whore here, you’re the poor actor who I seduced and dragged with me.’

‘Easy,’ Daliah says, though she doesn’t know what he says. .

Chris doesn’t say anything and that makes me feel even more guilty. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘You can’t help it either. I’m really sorry. You are just trying to be nice.’

‘I understand,’ he tells me.

‘Where are you?’ I ask him, as I hear a lot of people in the background.

‘Just landed at LAX,’ he says. ‘My agent called me. He told me about the pictures and that your manager had called him, about making a statement. I just needed to hear your voice and needed to know whether or not you are alright.’

‘As you can tell, I’m doing fucking fantastic.’

‘You can be honest with me,’ he simply says, after a long and deep sigh.

I shake my head. ‘I don’t know what to do anymore.’

He stays silent for a moment and I’m afraid of his reaction. He is going to say that this is my own fault. That I’m to blame. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘I’m coming to New York. I can’t stand the thought of you going through this by yourself, when we should go through this together.’

Excuse me? ‘Chris, no,’ I say, ‘you can’t be serious. You can’t come to New York.’

‘I’m dead serious,’ he says.

Faith takes the phone from me, puts it on speaker and says: ‘Hi Chris, this is Faith.’

‘Oh.’He seems confused. ‘Faith as in Brave Elegance Faith?’

‘The one and only. I’m here with the rest of the girls and I know that Luna really wants you here. I think that that would make it a whole lot easier for us to talk about this.’

‘Well, I’m already looking around to see if I can book the earliest flight back to New York.’

I take the phone from Faith’s hands and say: ‘But Chris, what about your movie? You told me that it was important.’

‘I don’t care about that. You are more important right now.’

For a few seconds I don’t know what to say. I’m more important right now? I look to the girls, who nearly turn into a puddle. ‘I can’t ask this from you.’

‘Good thing you didn’t then. See you in a bit, sweetheart.’

Taglist: @diegos-butt​ // @henrythickcavill​

[jawritter]

Two Out Of Three Aint Bad

Request: I know you said your request are open for Jensen and Dean, but can you write a Steve Carlson X Reader. I feel like he get overshadowed by Jensen a lot in the album and band. Can you make it were the reader falls for him, but he’s insecure, and she has to prove to him that she wants to be with him for him, and isn’t just trying to use to him get close to Jensen. Make it angsty, fluffy, and a little smutty. I understand if your not comfortable doing to. I just love the way u write!!! Thanks!!

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unproteced Sex, Drinking, language. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3537

Pairings: Steve Carlson x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles x Reader (not dirctly just mentioned), OFC Ashely x Reader, OFC Kasey x Reader

A/N: Okay guys. This was honestly one of the hardest Fic I’ve ever written, and it took me some convincing to actually do it. I do asked that you please keep all mean/hateful comments about this individual to yourself. The reason I wrote this fic was that it was requested, and honestly I saw no resaon upon talking to people not to. As always though feedback is gold! I do love hearing from you guys! Please don’t copy my stuff, this was also cross posted on wattpad. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Come on y/n! It will be fun!” Kasey begs on the other end of the phone, she’d been on you for days about getting out and having some fun for your birthday. 

Now it was said night, and you had been avoiding her call all day successfully, well, until she called from someone else’s phone, and you answered like a jackass. 

You were currently facepalming yourself. 

You didn’t even get a hello in and she was already starting on you.

“Okay seriously Kasey, who answers the phone, ‘come on y/n it wll be fun,’ and why the fuck are you calling me from Ashley’s phone! Don’t tell me you're in on this to Ash!!” you yell into the phone, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear you, or that Kasey had you on speaker phone.

“You bet your ass I’m in on this! Get yourself ready! We’re going to stereotype tonight, and you’re going to have fun damn it! It’s your birthday woman!!”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you were pretty sure you saw your brain for a moment.

“Why can’t you guys just let me stay home with a good book, and a bottle of wine tonight? It’s my birthday damn it. I want to hibernate and act anti-social.” you whine, dragging yourself off the bed, and heading towards the closet in spite of yourself. 

You knew they’d be here in probably less than an hour to drag you out of the house now that Kasey has found backup ready or not.

“Hey no one, NO ONE, is spending their birthday alone on my watch! You’re coming out tonight, you’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you’re gonna wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!” 

You pulled the phone away from your ear, gave it your best bitchface, making a mental note to slap her when you saw her tonight.

“FINE! Only because I know I’m outnumbered, and that’s the only reason I’m agreeing to this! How much time do I have before you get here?” you asked with a defeated sigh, the sound of a car horn just outside your house was your answer. 

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, and try to calm your nerves. 

“This is going to be a good night, it’s not a mistake, you can do this,” you say to yourself before you pull your outfit out of the closet, and head towards the front door to let your friends in. 

Though the term ‘friends’ was a little generous at the moment, the more proper term would probably be kidnappers.

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An hour later you found yourself sitting in a packed out bar. None of you expected it to be this packed, but it turns out that Jensen and Jared were making an appearance tonight for karaoke night, and therefore there was a gaggle of eager fan girls standing everywhere in clusters trying to get a chance to meet the famous men. 

Having lived in Austin most of your life, and having been to the brewery servel times with Kasey, who was an avid Supernatural fan, you’d meet both men before. 

While they were both insanely attractive, they were also both married, and therefore you saw no need to spend your time and money drooling over them the way most people around them seemed to do. 

You’d gotten a picture with Jensen before at the brewery, you’d gotten an autograph from Jared once, you were satisfied with that. 

Your friends on the other hand jumped at every chance they got to get close to them. Therefore they quickly abandoned you alone at the bar with your beer to try and get a chance to see them when they walked in the bar. 

“So much for a fun night out,” you thought to yourself and snorted at the irony of the situation you found yourself in.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a man sit down next to you. “Great another creep to tell that they need to go fuck off!! Happy birthday to me!” you think to yourself. 

It did vaguely cross your mind at that moment that you were slowly losing your shit, because talking to the voices in your head wasn’t exactly a healthy thing to do, but they were ridiculously sarcastic and sadistic, and you liked it; so you pushed that down to deal with later.  

“You don’t look like you’re having a whole lot of fun.” he said, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at the stranger, and turned to look at him fully for the first time.

You were surprised by who you saw sitting there. 

Steve Carlson.

You knew who he was, you’d been around long enough to know about the album that Jensen along with himself had just released, and you had seen him from a distance the one time you all went to the brewery, but never up close. 

There were butterflies suddenly in your stomach, as you shifted nervously on the barstool. 

“Are you seriously nervous? He’s just another guy Y/N, pull your shit together!” 

You mentally slapped yourself in the face to pull yourself out of your shocked stare, but he was a lot more attractive in person than you would have ever expected. 

So you swallowed your smart ass comment before it even got to your lips, something about him just made you feel comfortable, like he wasn’t some jackass trying to get an easy lay, he was just… talking.

“No, I’m really not,” you said, looking back down at your beer, peeling at the label on the bottle. 

Smirking to himself he looked across the bar at where you could now see Jensen surrounded by a gaggle of girls wanting selfies. 

“Yea, I know what you mean. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be here tonight, but Jensen begged, so here I am. Wanna be miserable together? I can buy you a drink, and we can hide over here and make fun of fangirls?” 

That last comment made you literally laugh out loud, seeing as the current “fangirl” that was almost bouncing up and down in front of Jensen, trying to desperately get his attention was Kasey.

“Okay,” you said, content that you seemed to have found someone else that was as done with the whole fangirl thing that was currently taking place in an already over packed bar 

Steve motioned toward the bartender who brought more beers, and placed them down in front of you both. 

“So, what brings you out here if you’re so miserable being here?” 

“Was forced to come against my will because it’s my ‘birthday,’ and in the immortal words of the fangirl currently jumping and down trying to get Jensen’s attention. ‘You’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you're going to wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!’

At that Steve almost fell off the stool laughing that he was sitting on. 

“Laugh all you want, but the way I see it is I’m here, might as well get drunk, and getting into the uber I’m going to half to call to get home tonight probably counts as a bad decision; so two out of three ain’t bad.” 

“Well that’s why I drove. As you see Jensen is going to be busy for the majority of the night, and the karaoke hasn’t even started yet.” Steve said, taking a big swig of his beer, moving his feet around nervously on the bar stool.

“You know, Jensen probably wouldn’t even notice I’m gone, and your friend wouldn’t notice you neither from the looks of it. There’s this little ice cream place that’s about six minutes from here, it doesn’t close until like 10, would you like to go grab some with me, then if you want I can drive you home? It kinda puts a kink in your whole bad decision part of your plan here, but at least you won’t have to wait on an uber. I promise I’m not some freak, or psycho, or something.” he said, looking down at his beer, and peeling his own label.   

You could have sworn you saw a hint of insecurity pull around the corner of his eyes when he avoided your gaze, you knew that feeling all too well, you weren’t exactly a people person either. 

“Sure, I’d like that.” you said, sliding off the bar stool, and he looked almost surprised that you agreed to go with him. 

“O…Okay..” he got up and offered you his hand a little awkwardly, which you reached out and took. 

His hands were huge compared to yours, his skin warm to the touch as he laced his fingers together with your own. It had been so long since you held hands with a guy that you couldn’t even remember the last time you had. 

You were both almost to the door, weaving your way through the people when Jensen’s deep voice cut through the crowd surprisingly close to you. 

“Steve! Where are you going man? I thought you were going to sing with me?” 

Steve stopped in his tracks, the both of you turned around slowly. He was literally grabbing distance from the door, you had almost made it out unnoticed, but almost wasn’t good enough, and Jensen had caught him.

Standing less than three feet behind Jensen was Kasey and Ashely, staring at you wide eyed like you’d lost your damn mind or something. Jensen noticed your hands linked together and smirked at his friend. 

“It’s cool though if you need to leave man, I can get Jared to sing with me, don’t worry about it. He owes me anyway.” Jensen said, backing up a few steps. Steve seemed to take a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah, I really don’t feel like the whole drinking  thing tonight.” Steve said, both men were having to yell over the music as it started up, and now Kasey and Ashely were really staring at you. 

Ashely had this huge grin on her face, but Kasey was giving you a strange look, bordering on jealousy maybe?

“Sounds good man, I’ll see you tomorrow at the brewery?” Jensen asks before giving Steve some awkward hand shake thing that guys do. 

You weren’t really paying attention, you were just ready to get out of here. People were pooling in by the minute, and it was even more crowded than it was when you got here. 

With that Steve reached for the door, and you both escaped out into the cool night air. Relief flooded you instantly, thankful to be away from the over crowded bar, and out in the open where you could breath. 

You thought you had expected, and you were almost to Steve’s car when you heard Kasey calling your name.

“Give me just a minute” you tell him and he nods at you, going to lean up against his car to wait for you at a respectable distance. 

“Y/n? What are you doing? Jensen’s in there? You don’t have to leave with Steve just to get in good with Jensen. Just tell him it’s your birthday or some shit. Why are you leaving with him when you have Jensen Fucking Ackles right there?” 

You looked at her dumbly for a moment. You couldn’t believe you she had really just said that to you, and judging by the look on Steve’s face when you glanced back over your shoulder, and the way he was kicking the gravel around with his shoes instead of looking at you, you figured that he’d heard her to.

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before deciding that you didn’t owe such a shallow person an explanation. 

“You know what Kasey, you should go back in there with Ashely, she’s probably looking for you.” 

Turning on your heels before she could respond you walked the short distance back over to where Steve was standing. Shoving the anger boiling just below the surface down further. It wasn’t his fault fans of Jensen could be ass holes when he was on the property. Steve didn’t deserve your bad mood, just because your friend was being a bitch.

“Are you ready to go,” you asked him? He looked up at you, then back down at his feet, chewing on his lip a little before answering you.

“You don’t have to come you know, if you’d rather stay with Jensen and your friends that’s fine.” 

He seemed colder than he was only a few minutes ago inside the bar, and for a moment it confused you. 

“What do you mean? I don’t give two shits about following a married man around a crowded bar all night.” 

Steve stood up a little straighter shaking his head. 

“It’s fine, really, I’m used to it, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

Looking back at the bar, then back to Steve who was avoiding looking you in the eye it hit you. 

Settling your nerves again, because a forward person isn’t normally what you are, you close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arm around his neck, and pulling him down to you, bringing your lips to his. 

For a moment he didn’t kiss you back like he was shocked, and you were worried that this was the part where yet another guy rejected you, until you felt his arm slip slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, returning your kiss hesitantly before deepening it, his tongue running over your lip requesting entrance that you granted him, letting him explore your mouth. His tongue dominates yours before he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, and collect his thoughts. 

“I said I want to go with you,” you tell him again, looking deep in his hazel eyes. Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your ears.

He nodded after a few seconds, deciding to trust you before opening the passenger side door for you, and making his way around to the drivers side of the car.

You could tell there was a lot more to Steve than meets the eye. There were scars there that he was hiding, old wounds that had obviously gone pretty deep, and healed ugly. You understood that on a lever you didn’t even want to admit to yourself. 

The rest of the night progressed well. He took you to a little Ice Cream shop, the conversation flowed easier between the two of you easier than it had between you and anyone else in a very long time. 

You talked about the past, where he was from, and what all he had done in his career, how he ended up here in Austin. 

You talked about your dreams, your future plans, you talked about failed relationships, and things you wished you could both fix, but couldn’t. 

By the end of the night you felt closer to Steve than you had ever felt to a man. Even though he was a bit older than you, you both had some pretty similar experience that seemed to fix you together, drawing you in, in a way that you really didn’t understand and didn’t want to. 

Before long it was late, around one in the morning. You’d spent most of the night just talking, and it felt amazing. 

Now it was time to go home, and for the first time ever, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him to go and be alone again. 

Steve put the car in park outside of your house, and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking you to the door. 

Stopping on the steps you turned and looked up at him, his eyes seemed to fear the exit as much as you did, not wanting to let go of what you’d both unexpectedly found In each other. 

That’s when you decided you didn’t want this to end. For the first time in a long time tonight you were happy, and I’ll be damned if you were going to let this go. 

“You uh.. Wanna come in?” you asked, giving him a shy smile that he returned. 

“Yeah.. I’d like that.“ 

Closing the door behind the two of you, you locked the rest of the world away, telling yourself that you deserve this, that It felt right. 

Steve closed the distance between the two of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His lips found yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue easily found yours again as he pulled you into him.

Sliding your jacket off you threw it over the chair, and he followed your lead, grabbing his hand you led him to your bedroom, and shut the door. 

You felt him come up behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck before leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses from your neck up to your jaw line, making his way up to the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning over your quickly overheating skin. 

You turned around slowly in his arms, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips found yours again, kissing you drunk, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as he backed you towards the bed, unzipping your dress, and letting it fall to the floor. 

His eyes raked over you, meeting your gaze as he ran his fingertips over the exposed skin of your side before reaching around, and unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. 

"So beautiful,” he whispers to you before his lips find yours again, brushing over yours softly before deepening the kiss, laying you down over the bed and crawling over you. 

His hands trailing over your breast, worshipping your body like no one ever had before him. Dipping his head and taking your exposed nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly, making your back arch into him, a soft moan falling from your lips. 

Reaching down sliding your panties off your body, his hands trailed up your thighs and reaching your aching core, brushing over your clit in soft circles before he pressed two of his ticked fingers Into you, curling them inside of you while his thumb worked against your clit in delicious circles, your hips rolling into his touch on their own. 

Your first orgasm hit you like a title wave. Pure pleasure crashing over your body like waves crashing against sandy shores, your body shaking under him as you came down from you high. 

You don’t know when he did it, you were too lost, but you felt his thick, heavy length against your inner thigh as he positioned himself between your legs, his swollen tip nudging against your dripping center, and his clothes piled on the floor next to your own.

He brushed the hair away from your face and kissed you softly, waiting for you to come back to him. When your eyes meet his, you saw more love and admiration than you’d ever found in anyone’s eyes before. 

“You sure baby, we can stop if you don’t want to do this?”

Shaking your head before your voice would work for you, you brushed your lips against his. 

“I want you Steve.”

Kissing you deeply he sank into you slowly, stretching you as his thick throbbing cock sank into you inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated inside of you, hold himself still as he peppered all the skin he could reach with kisses until you rolled your hips against him, letting him know you were ready for him to move. 

First his rhythm started out slowly, each thrust deep, hitting you the most sensitive places inside of you before nudged against your cervical wall. 

Moans and sweet whispered affections falling from both of your lips as he pulled you both high and higher, every touch burning like under your skin. 

His pace picking up as the coil wound tight in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. 

“Steve." 

"I know baby, I’m right there with you, let go, I gotcha.”

With that the coil snapped, and the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced hit you hard enough to knock you breathless. 

Your body jerks and twitches under him as he works you through it before his own pace starts to falter, your walls squeezing him tightly, sending him to his own release and milking him for all he could give you as he stills inside you, painting your walls with his seed. 

Finally when you both regained control over your bodies, he lifted the covers and crawled into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you as close as possible to him, kissing your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into you. You fit perfectly against his warm body. 

“Well when we wake up in the morning you will hopefully still be in my arms, and I guess you’re right. Two out of three really ain’t bad.”

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 Tag List: @deanwanddamons @imabitch4jensen @rvgrsbrns @bi-danvers0

[preface2adreamplay]

Under Your Spell (Part 4) - Last Night Was Something

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Ratings: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff). 

Chapter warnings: Flirting, mentions of sex, swearing.

Chapter WC: 3,225

Series Masterlist

Just wanna dance with you all night When everyone has their disguise I’ll show you my heart is real I’ll show you how this could feel

‘Hey.’ 

‘Hey, yourself.’ Jared give her a smile, a real smile. His eyes were lit up by it. He was actually happy to see her.

‘This is my friend, Claire.’

Tearing his eyes away from Stef, he hurriedly shook her hand and gestured towards everyone. ‘Welcome to the party.’

Jared pulled his hair from his eyes and looked her up and down. The dress she chose was mid thigh, black and shimmering as she moved. He couldn’t help but look at her toned legs, that ass. His eyes lingered on it for a minute before he shook himself. 

Careful, man. You’re married. A little guilt creeping in.

‘What are you ladies having?’ He reached the bar and signalled to the bartender. 

Claire threw her curled auburn hair back from her face, ‘Oh, are you buying?’ 

Stef curled her lips into a half smile, hiding it behind her hand. Jared caught it and smiled himself. Claire was such a flirt. 

‘I certainly will buy you both a drink since I invited you.’ He spoke to Claire but gazed directly at Stef.

‘I will have a glass of white, so will she.’ 

‘Oh will she?’ Jared chuckled and nodded to the bartender. 

‘Come on, I’ll introduce you to some people.’

Drink in hand, Stef was introduced to so many people there was no hope of ever remembering their names. Jared excitedly shouting at everyone ‘This is Stef, I was in her music video, it’s how we met.’ He was already buzzed from the few beers he’d had in anticipation of her arrival.

‘And who are these ladies?!’ Came a smooth voice, the stranger cocking an eyebrow and grabbing Stef’s hand, placing a gentle kiss on her fingers. 

‘Uh, this is Stef and her friend Claire. Girls, this is Richard Speight.’ He leaned in towards Stef’s ear so she could hear him over the music, ‘He was in the show but he’s directed it mostly.’ Jared’s hand had found its way around her waist and was resting on her hip. 

‘Yeah I think I recognise you.’ Stef took a swig from the ice cold chardonnay.

Richard placed his other hand on top of hers. ‘Why thank you madam, I will take that as a good thing as I am, pretty wonderful.’

Claire, feeling thoroughly left out, nudged Stef, pointing at someone in the corner, ‘Hey, look is that Jensen. Fuck he’s hot.’

Richard threw a look over his shoulder towards Jensen, ‘Oh? Is he? He’s ok I guess.’ Giving them a mischievous smile he released Stef’s hand. ‘Shall I introduce you?’

‘Oh yes please,’ Claire grabbed Richard by the crook of his arm and they made a beeline towards Jared’s co-star.

‘You enjoying yourself?’ Stef stepped aside to where Claire had been standing, forcing Jared to let his arm drop from her waist.

‘Yeah, it’s great getting everyone together after we finish filming.’

‘I guess that means you’ll be heading back home?’ Stef sipped her drink again.

Jared took a deep breath, deflating a little. ‘Yeah, I will be. For a couple of months anyway.’

‘Excited to see your family?’

‘Of course,’ he swallowed some beer, picking at the label.

Stef sensed his unease, placing a hand on his arm she moved closer to his ear, ‘Want to get some air?’

Leaning into her, his hair brushing against her cheek, he placed a hand lightly on her exposed shoulder. Damn, that dress looked good on her.

He nodded and led the way to the door, careful not to grab her wrist too tight. People could be watching. 

Placing her jacket around her shoulders, Stef crossed her arms across her chest. ‘It’s loud in there.’

‘Thought you’d be used to that.’

Stef smiled softly, ‘I am. Actually, hopefully going on tour late summer, playing a few clubs, making everyone uncomfortable with my singing. Just a few shows, can’t work too hard.’ 

Jared squinted while he laughed. ‘Awesome. You gonna play Texas?’

‘Yep, though I can’t remember the name of the club, you should come out.’ she finished off the glass of wine in one gulp.

‘Well of course, I gotta support my friends. Would you like another?’ Jared took the glass from her, shaking his empty beer bottle.

‘Yes, but I’ll tell you something, Jared Padalecki, you are not to get me drunk tonight.’

‘Oh-ho. So you’re my responsibility for the night?’

‘Well, you DID invite me.’

‘Am I responsible for Claire too?’ He raised an eyebrow.

‘Oh hell no, don’t do that to yourself. She’s with Richard, she’s his problem now.’

Jared chuckled, ‘I thought she was your friend?’

‘She is my friend, my very good friend. Who eats men alive! I love her dearly. She is the complete opposite of me.’

‘Am I in trouble tonight?’

‘Oh no, you’re safe. I told her you were off limits.’ Stef saw Jared blush slightly. 

‘So she’s the man eater so that makes you...’

‘That makes me kinda like a slow poison. I take my time, you know? Inject them with my venom and slowly digest them over the years.’

Jared doubled over laughing, causing Stef to snort a laugh. Hearing it made him laugh harder. 

‘Oh boy, you seem to be anything but poisonous.’ 

‘Come on, let’s get inside, you look cold.’ Placing a hand on the small of her back he guided her back into the club, where Claire was dancing with Richard, spinning and landing dramatically in his arms.

‘I thought I might need to save him, but he seems to be enjoying this.’

‘Richard is a playboy, any attention from women and he’s made up. They could be made for each other, you know.’

Jared grabbed another couple of drinks and gestured towards a table by the wall. ‘Come meet Jensen, he’s a good friend, you’ll like him.’

‘So you’re Stefanie, huh? Lovely to meet you.’ Jensen took her hand, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

He smelled so good, she thought. 

‘You’ve heard of me?’ Stef stuttered. Something about him made her feel a little shy, as if she had been stripped of a layer of clothing while his gaze was on her. 

‘This bozo hasn’t shut up about you since he did the video. From what he says, it’s the best work he’s ever done. Hands down. He’s winning awards for it.’

The boys exchanged looks and began poking at each other playfully, both making jabs louder than the other. 

Stef shot Jared her best sultry look, which surprisingly seemed to have the desired effect. Jared’s eyes fell on her face and he stopped messing with Jensen. They held the gaze for a moment before Jensen coughed pointedly.

‘Great to see you’ve become such good friends. Jared introduced me to your solo stuff recently. You’re rockin’ it girl.’

‘Thanks, man, I appreciate that.’ They clinked glasses and drank to making kick ass music.

Jensen was easy to talk to, within a few minutes they had established what other musicians had influenced her. He knew all of them, that was the shocker. He played guitar and sang too, expressing his desire to put out his own album.

‘Hey listen, I gotta use the ladies. Excuse me, gentlemen.’ Placing her empty glass on the table she gave them both a smile and went to find Claire. 

She found her in a corner chatting excitedly to an equally excited Richard. 

‘Hey girl, bathroom.’ 

Claire turned and gave Richard a wink before taking Stef’s hand and leading her away.

‘So you and Richard, huh?’ Stef teased, touching up her lipstick. Just a little more blush and she was good to go.

Claire readjusted her bra, pushing her boobs a little more out of her dress. 

‘So you and Jared, huh? She countered. ‘Oh come on, bitch, don’t give me that look. Jared can’t take his eyes off you. He hasn’t left your side all evening.’

‘He’s a friend, that’s all.’

‘Yeah tell him that. He’s lusting after you big time.’

Stef frowned at her reflection, thinking for a moment about what the hell she was doing. On her side it felt completely innocent, but she knew what she was doing, the flirting was a bit much. It was coming from his side too. 

‘I am leading him on, aren’t I?’ Her hazel eyes turned on her friend, concern changed her face into a grimace.

‘It’s not necessarily leading him on if you both want each other.’ Claire began pulling at Stef’s dress a little. Pulling the material up at the waist, exposing more of her friends legs.

‘You do want each other, right?’

Stef swallowed slowly, managing a nod. ‘I think so, I mean, I can’t make that choice for him.’ Her face pleading, knowing her friend would have no qualms about sleeping with any person she wanted. Claire was always a sexual free spirit. Never tied down. Always enjoying life to the maximum.

‘Bitch, the way he’s been looking at you this whole time, he would near eat you up.’

Stef brought a hand to her face, knowing she was blushing. 

Claire took her hand and pulled it away, ‘Ok, work with me here. We will go out there, be ourselves and have a nice time, dance and have another drink. If Jared wants you, he will come to you, I swear. And you can make your decision then.’

‘What about you and Richard?’ 

‘That man is incredibly funny. And such a flirt!’ She was pushing at her breasts again, they were threatening to spill out altogether.

On hearing a phone beeping, both started pulling at their bags. ‘Not me,’ Claire said, disappointed.

‘Oh it’s me,’ Stef turned her phone the right way up and looked at the notification. 

‘It’s Oscar.’ 

Claire sighed heavily.

‘What?’

‘It’s always Oscar. One of these days you will have to get over each other, you know!’

Stef opened her hands, declaring silently that Claire should explain herself.

‘He fucked you over, you have never forgiven him. He has spent the last 15 years trying to be your best friend.’

Stef bit her lip, ‘he kind of is my best friend.’

‘And he wants to be more, you know. You were made for each other, seriously. But for now, please, go out there and get that hunk. I mean the height of him alone screams ‘I got a huge dick!!’

‘Claire!’ Stef glared at her friend, bursting into laughter at the thought. ‘Girl, you’re going to get me into serious trouble.’

Claire turned Stef toward the mirror and grabbed at her friends chin, ‘Nah, bitch, this face is gonna get you into trouble. That and the fine ass I have caught Jared taking a glance or two at.’ 

With a loud smack landing on Stef’s ass, Claire threw her head back and laughed.

Several selfies later, they left the bathroom and made their way back to the bar. 

Richard sidled up next to Claire and declared he was buying the drinks and would hear no argument. 

He then whipped her away to the dance floor leaving Stef leaning against the bar, taking in the room.

Her eyes landed on Jared as he made his way over through the throng of people dancing.

‘Hey, there you are. Thought you might have ditched me.’ Rubbing at his neck awkwardly.

‘Not at all, just had to make ourselves pretty.’ 

Jared cleared his throat. 

‘You’re pretty all the time,’ his voice barely audible over the music, he stood with a lopsided grin, eyes glazed over.

Stef raised her eyebrows and nodded, mouthing a thanks.

Jared stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. ‘Uhm, you’ll have to excuse me. I’m sorry.’ His demeanour had changed, gone was the smile, his mouth now twisted into a grimace. He turned and walked out of the club, putting the phone to his ear, struggling it seemed to hear the person on the other end. 

Stef looked out at him, noting how wide his shoulders were, biceps flexing as he paced, waving one arm in the air. He was arguing with someone, it seemed. 

Right on time to save her from feeling completely alone Claire appeared and grabbed her hand, Richard grabbing the other, pulling her to the dance floor. She laughed at their enthusiasm. 

Matching Claire’s sexy moves, Richard dancing in a circle around them, clearing the floor for them. Motioning for everyone to watch. This made them laugh even more. By the time they had tired out, they were covered in a layer of sweat. 

Stef escaped the dance floor and stopped at a table where Jared and Jensen had their heads together, talking animatedly.

On seeing her approach, Jared nodded, giving Jensen a heads up. He turned and smiled. ‘Hey, Stef. Having fun?’ Jensen showed her those perfect pearly whites, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

‘I am,’ she was breathing a little heavier than she liked, dancing wasn’t something she did often. Looking to Jared, she could see he was a little red in the face. ‘You?’ 

‘I’m having a great time. But, I shall leave you two as I am going to have to get gone. Early flight.’ He tapped his watch and looked at Jared pointedly.

‘Nice meeting you,’ Stef offered as Jenson blew a kiss and winked at her. 

‘I should probably shoot soon too,’ Stef brushed the hair from her sticky forehead. ‘Thank you for inviting me, I didn’t realise I needed to let loose.’ 

Jared reached out and took her wrist, ‘I’ll walk you out.’

‘Ok cool, let me just grab Claire.’

Claire was grinding against Richard when Stef found her on the centre of the dance floor. With a look and a smile, Stef knew she wouldn’t be going home with anyone but Richard. 

‘You’re cool?’ Stef insisted.

Claire raked her hand through Richard’s hair as she threw a look over her shoulder at her friend ‘I’ll text you later.’

Stef knew that text would entail either a thumbs up or a thumbs down emoji, she couldn’t help but laugh. But gave her friend a quick kiss on the cheek and waved at Richard.

Jared was outside, jacket thrown over his arm. ‘C’mon, I got us an Uber.’

‘Us?’ Stef queried.

‘I’m just gonna make sure you get home ok. Claire not coming?’

‘She will be, later.’ Stef said, winking up at Jared, who gave a laugh and clapped his hands shouting ‘get it girl,’ in the direction of the club.

The journey back to Stef’s ‘creepy neighbourhood’ didn’t take long, the streets were empty, streetlights flashing past, throwing shadows across Jared’s face as he sat quietly.

‘I’m glad you came to the party.’ He eventually spoke, almost too softly for Stef to hear, sleepiness etched in the creases of his smile.

‘I’m glad you asked me.’ 

Pulling up outside her house, she cursed herself at not having not left any lights on. The yard was in complete darkness. 

‘I’ll wait and make sure you get in ok, if you like?’ Jared offered.

‘Oh shit, did I say all that out loud?’ Stef laughed.

‘Yeah you did. Are you really freaked about the dark?’

‘I am a bit.’

‘Ok.’ Jared unhooked his belt and pushed the door open.

He made his way to the opposite side of the car and opened Stef’s door. ‘I’ll look after you, come on.’

Stef insisted it wasn’t necessary, but Jared wouldn’t hear of it. He paid the Uber driver and shrugged his shoulders as the car drove off, leaving them in the darkness of the silent neighbourhood. 

‘Well, I’m stuck here now. The car’s left.’ He joked, sobering up in the night air.

Stef pulled her phone from her bag and switched on the torch. Jared followed suit and they made their way up the pathway to her front door.

‘Did you lock away the beast? I need to use your bathroom.’

Stef chuckled, ‘He’ll be asleep, don’t worry. Come on.’ 

Switching on a few select lights, she threw off her shoes and sighed at the relief. 

Jared watched her face, seeing her eyelashes flutter with the pleasure of being free of her heels. 

‘Fancy a night cap?’ 

Jared shook his head. ‘An espresso, maybe. If I’m to stay awake til another Uber comes.’

‘One espresso coming up.’ Stef made her way into the kitchen, mumbling a curse as her feet hit the cold wooden surface.

They sat on the sofa together having knocked back two espressos each. Jared’s arm draped across the back of the seat, his fingers gingerly reaching out to pull at the little strands of hair at the base of her neck. 

Having taken the opportunity to tie her hair up into a bun and changing into her sweats, she looked half done up. Her make up yet to be removed.

‘You should sleep in the spare room, it’s really late.’ 

Jared hummed. His eyes closed. 

‘Come on, big guy.’ Stef stood and pulled at his hand, realising there was no way in hell she would get him up off the sofa herself.

He chuckled at her efforts. ‘Ok, ok, bossy.’

Throwing an arm across her shoulders, he feigned sleepiness. He really wasn’t that tired, he just wanted to feel her trying to hold him up. Determination on her face and her hand pressed against his chest, keeping him upright. 

‘You got any mouthwash, I have a horrid mixture of beer and coffee in my mouth,’ he playfully smacked his tongue around his mouth. 

‘Yeah, yeah sure, I got some spare stuff in the main bathroom upstairs.

The spare room was right next to hers. A single bed was pushed up against the wall under the window. Posters of old school rock bands plastered the walls. An empty aquarium stood on the bedside table. Darius’s room, Jared figured. 

Removing his belt and his boots, he sat on the edge of the bed. 

Stef knocked softly and pushed open the door a little. ‘This ok?’ 

Jared stood from the bed, taking the few short steps towards her and pulled open the door. Stef had taken off her sweats, instead wearing sleep shorts and a tank top, her eyes widening in surprise from the sudden movement of the tall man as he loomed over her, his eyes drinking her in. He said nothing, but put a hand on her chin, his touch light as a feather, slowly moving down along her neck, stopping at the strap of her top. His eyes never leaving hers, she saw the ghost of a smile as her breath hitched in her throat.

‘Goodnight, then.’ she whispered, taking a step back. 

Jared leaned against the door frame, watching her walk to her bedroom. 

‘Thank you, Stef.’ He put a hand over his heart.

Stef, wondering what the gesture was for, gave him a quick smile and shut the door, keeping her forehead against it as it closed fully. Breathing out a sigh.

‘What are you doing, Stef?’ She breathed, stretching out on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind going back to the look he just gave her, hand on his heart. The way he had his hand resting on her waist at the party. Every look he had given her in the last couple of days replaying in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

This moment shaking in my hands I’ll share this secret for a chance Just to be here with you Just to get lost with you

CHAPTER 5

[mrsrcbinscn]

Franny’s Top 10 Mainstream Country Songs of 2020

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tl;dr: A selection of script excerpts from a video on Franny’s YouTube channel called “My 10 Favorite Hit Country Songs of 2020″. This isn’t everything she had to say about those songs ofc, just excerpts. I ain’t writing all her thoughts lmao

tw: mentions but no detailed discussion of death and abortion

INTRO: Susadei*, hello, and welcome to my channel, where I, Franny Sor Robinson, share my opinions about music on the internet.”

*susadei is the informal way to say hello in Khmer, Franny’s first language

TOPIC INTRODUCTION: It is almost Christmas, which means! It’s time to start my end of the year roundup. I made videos every December talkin’ about my top 10 favorite...fill-in-the-blank. This year, we’re going to start with my Top 10 Hit Country Songs of 2020. And before you start typin’ [cuts to Franny wearing Cornelius’ glasses and one of Laszlo pretentious artist scarves, black and white] “Ew! I came here to find of hipster shit!” [cuts to Franny wearing one of Petunia’s jackets, black and white] “Where’s the BANJOS!?” [color restored] that’s the one I’m recording next so hold on.

As always, this list is in no particular order, because I believe that music isn’t something you rank on a linear bad, worse, worst, good, better, greatest scale. 

RULES: Now, the rules!

The song can’t be one I had a part in “So if I co-wrote it, if it’s my song, or I featured on the track, it’s out.”

No carry-overs “If I mentioned it in my 2019 list, it can’t be on this list.”

Spread the love

“Only one artist repeat is allowed, I get one double dip but other than that, it has to be a new artist.”

Beyond those rules, that’s really it. So without further ado, let’s get into it.

 10. Love You Like I Used To by Russell Dickerson

 Number ten on the list is one that, actually, surprised me. To me, Russell Dickerson is...well. I’m all about positivity on this channel, talkin’ about other artists. But. He’s solidly part of mainstream Nashville, y’all know my thoughts on the Nashville music industry. 

 It’s still -- I mean, it's a mainstream country song and was always meant to be, so it still follows the formula but it’s creative. It presents like a breakup song at first but right before the first chorus, you find it’s actually a love song. The first verse starts with

‘I've always loved you, oh, but something's changed’ but in the chorus you get [and she plays it on her piano, that her camera and microphone are set on and sings it] ‘I don't love you like I used to, this gets better every time you kiss me like this, it's stronger the longer I'm with you-’ and I think that’s a creative thing to do with a song.

 Like I’ve said before, I don’t hate every single pop country song, and I think there is value in and a place for, pop country. What I do hate is the vapid, formulaic trash that Nashville keeps pushing. So when a song like this that has the made-for-Nashville-radio arrangement but actually does somethin’ creative lyrically, I see it for what it is. And it’s good. It’s good.

 9. One Night Standards by Ashley McBryde

 I’ve actually had the pleasure of co-writin’ a song with Ashley before, so seeing how well this song’s done this year-- how well she’s done this year -- it’s been great. 

 This song’s about a woman laying down the ground rules for a one night stand and I love. this. song.

 A lot of people find this song sad, but I don’t think there’s anything sad at all about a woman owning her sexuality. I think this one line, ‘can’t you just use me like I’m using you’ makes people think it’s a sad song. Maybe it is! But like...I had casual sex all the time in college. I was absolutely using my one night stands for some meaningless, easy sex, and I knew they were using me for sex, and it was fine.

 It’s fine, that’s what a one night stand is. And to me, it sounds like she’s just here for some sex, and the guy’s like, trying to have conversation and do things “right” like offer his phone number, and she’s like, in the words of the great philosopher, Ke$ha, ‘just show me where your dick’s at.’ And I appreciate that.

 8. I Called Mama by Tim McGraw

 It might be because I’m seven months pregnant, and my son is starting university next fall, and my mother lives on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, but this song has started to make me cry so I can’t really, like, listen to it very often. But I think it is one of the most beautiful, honest songs on country radio this year. It’s a gentle ballad about not putting things off until it's too late, that starts off with a friend calling the narrator to tell him about the death of a friend, which leads to a phone call home to the narrator's mother.

 This song makes me think about myself, and my mother, and one day when my son is living on his own, my son and old lady me.

 The part in the second verse, ‘I can always hear her smile when I call, I just called to tell you that I loved you, I was missin' you and dad, and home, that's all’ -- I cry 1 out of 3 times. Probably. I miss my parents a lot. And I hope my son will miss me and call just to say he loves me and his father when he’s all grown up. The song makes me think about my family and my place in it.

7. Starting Over by Chris Stapleton

 This is another one that I feel on a personal level. It’s this positive ballad featuring his wife, Morgane, talking about how much they love each other and their desire to go through life’s bullshit together. And it just makes me think about my husband, and how much I love him.

 It’s another one I can’t listen to often, I get all misty-eyed. I can’t listen to love songs even when I’m not pregnant, I just call my husband like “I love you” “are you crying” “No!”

6. What If I Never Get Over You by Lady A

 This was one of my honorable mentions of 2019 so it doesn’t count, it’s allowed. Charles Kelley and Hilary Scott’s voices together are just - ugh, god, they’re chef’s kiss, perfect. And I...think this song is just about as good as Need You Now as far as their longing, breakup songs.

 I like how there isn’t a big beat-you-over-the-head climax moment because this song does not need one, it wouldn’t be right. Like, there is one but it’s not like ‘BAM’ there’s the climax! It’s very natural. It was a return to the rich, smooth sound of the band’s earlier hits and that’s the Lady A stuff I really loved. Even their fun stuff like Lookin’ For A Good Time and Love Don’t Live Here, from the earlier days, I prefer those to the overproduced kind of….made-for-radio stuff that snuck its way into their catalog over the years. Sonically, it seems like they’re returned to what makes them great together and I’m happy to see it.

 5. Bluebird by Miranda Lambert

 At number five on the list is Bluebird by Miranda Lambert. This whole album was on my best albums of 2019 list, and I am thrilled that Bluebird became a single. Miranda is a modern day legend in country music and this album especially just keeps proving it.

 Musically, lyrically, everything about this song works. The twists she makes on common metaphors in the English language like ‘when life gives you lemons’ instead of making lemonade she mixes them in her drink, they’re clever. I adore Miranda, it ain’t a secret, I’ve said as much to her gorgeous, gorgeous face, and it’s great seeing the songs from this album, including Bluebird, get the love it deserves.

 4. One Beer by HARDY and Lauren Alaina

 One Beer is a song about a teenage pregnancy, which. We all know my experience with that, but if you don’t, click here [points off to the side, and a card pops up that will link you to a video titled I Got Pregnant When I Was 14 #shoutyourabortion #endthestigma]. It kind of reminds me of Kenny Chesney’s There Goes My Life from...2000...2004? Is it? Wow, I’m old.

 Lauren Alaina’s voice is flawless, as always, and HARDY’s word play strikes once again. For my followers that didn’t grow up with English as their first language -- is this a thing in other countries, or is this an American thing? My UK, New Zealand, et cetera followers, comment down below if kids did this where you’re from too.

 Anyway, if a boy and a girl were so much as friends in like, first grade kids would tease you with this specific rhyme like, Joey and Sarah sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage --- and in the song, HARDY plays on that with ‘A boy and a girl and a three on the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes lust then a shotgun marriage, six months later comes a baby in a carriage’ and just love that kind of clever wordplay shit.

 3. I Wish Grandpas Never Died by Riley Green

 I first heard this song when I was in The States, driving around with Dan[iel Maitland] and it was on the radio, I thought it was some breakup song. But then the last line of the chorus hit me ‘I Wish Grandpas Never Died’ and I just start bawling and Daniel’s like ‘don’t get your tears on my new car seats!’

 Love you too, Dan.

It’s a beautiful song. Sad, but you can also tell he really loved his grandfathers, who’ve both passed away. He’s written several songs inspired by one or both of them. It’s a good song, good writing, I like how lowkey it is musically. And it’s honest songwriting that I wish country radio still had more of.

 2. Gaslighter by The Chicks

 After over a decade away from the music scene, my queen are BACK! Gaslighter was an amazing return and the rest of their album did not disappoint. Now, I don’t think the album was purely a country album, which I talked about in my full album review you can find here [points to the side, where a card pops up linking you to the video], but it is an album that I thoroughly enjoyed that included country songs. They experimented with this album, I love to see it. Let artists experiment without shaming them 2020! Anyway, the album does have lots of country songs and Gaslighter is one of them.

 Natalie Maines’ vocals are, as always, everything one would hope they’d be. They all looked great in the music video. It was a great middle finger to Natalie’s ex-husband, Adrian Pasdar. God, I bet it was fun to write.

 I love writing songs about Dan’s divorces with him since I don’t have one to write about. Keep getting divorces Dan, endless content. [cuts to a video of Daniel Maitland acting like she said that in person to him and he goes ‘rude.’]

 Stream The Chicks. Natalie, Martie, and Emily could stab me and I’d apologize to them, but the thing is, they never would. They’re too nice. They’re so nice. Collaborate with me again please, please, I love you. [mouths call me]

 1. Die From A Broken Heart by Maddie & Tae

 This song was another one of my honorable mentions in 2019, and I’m kicking myself for never properly talking about it until now. I’ve loved Maddie & Tae since Girl In A Country Song and Die From A Broken Heart is just -- god, it sounds so familiar.

 Like, it sounds like I did talking to my mother about getting my heart broken when I was younger. It’s honest, vulnerable songwriting that I can’t get enough of. 

[nightttdreamers]

You’re in the Band! (Klance) Chapter 2

Hi! Here’s the second chapter of a fic I’m currently writing which is basically a Voltron band AU, focused on Klance but w/ other stuff too ofc.

AO3 link

Hope y’all like it! Feel free to show some love if you do. Thank you!

It had been a month and Lance still didn’t know anything about Keith.

The band met up at least twice a week, usually three times, for a few hours. So, it was safe to say that all of the members were pretty close. When it came to Hunk and Pidge that was true, Hunk was basically family and Pidge knew everything there is know about Lance. But Keith might as well have been on a different planet. In fact, Keith went out of his way just to make sure that his private life was confidential. Every one of Lance’s attempts to learn more about him (“When did you get that guitar?” “Have you always lived in New York?” “What shampoo do you use?”) were shot down with some vague response and a shrug.

Keith had become such a mystery to him that Lance started a new note on his phone, titled “THINGS I KNOW ABT KEITH”

1: hes a guitar god and were not worthy of him

2: he travels a lot (stickers on his guitar case from weird places)

3: likes pidge more than me

Number three really got Lance heated. Although inside she was a softie, Pidge was snarky, sarcastic, and cynical, not exactly the “friendly” type.

Eyeing the other two from his spot at the minifridge stack, Lance was practically fuming while he eavesdropped on some argument Keith and Pidge were having.

“...but it’s just people shooting at each other for ten movies!”

“What? You can’t just simplify it like that!”

“Star Trek takes place in the future, they have women in power ! It’s showing what humanity can do!”

“Star Wars is an entire other universe with complex history that makes logical sense -”

“Jar Jar fucking Binks!”

“Guys! Guys,” Hunk said, stepping between the two and placing a hand on either’s shoulder. “I understand that being huge nerds is really important to you, but please, stop arguing. Star Trek is science fiction and Star Wars is fantasy, you can’t compare the two.”

4: keith prefers star wars over star trek

Keith stepped away from Pidge, who just stuck her tongue out at him. They did this almost every rehearsal, come in either gabbing over something weird or fighting over something weirder. Ever since Keith volunteered to escort Pidge to her apartment after a late-night practice, the two were always bonding , and the sight made Lance want to gag.

Not that he was jealous, or anything. That’s stupid. He didn’t even know Keith! Why would he be upset that the guitarist liked Pidge more than him?

“Um,” Lance cleared his throat, putting his drink back into the minifridge and stepping over. “Not that this -” he gestured to the three. “-isn’t important, but can we rehearse? That thing that people usually do when they’re in a rehearsal?”

After some affirmations, everyone had moved into their spots. Keith either stood between Lance and Hunk or against the back wall during rehearsals, never showing interest in claiming a space for himself. It kind of made Lance uneasy, like Keith would just leave at any moment, because if he was gone there wouldn’t be anything to even show that he was in Voltron. Which is why Lance tried to have him learn the whole album and be ready to record in a month. Thanks to his un-fucking-believable talent, Keith was ready, as was the rest of the band.

“I think we should just play through the whole album, make sure it’s perfect, no stopping,” Pidge suggested, simultaneously typing out something on her laptop.

Hunk nodded, responding, “If we’re all good, we should record later this week. Album out as soon as possible.”

“Can we even call it an album?” Asked Keith, not looking up from his guitar tuning. This caught Lance’s attention, Keith voicing his opinion? He usually put in his two cents about chord suggestions or timing, but never actual band stuff (another thing that made Lance uneasy; He was unsure if the guitarist really cared about the band). Keith clearly picked up on Lance’s surprise, looking at the other and straightening up. “I mean, it’s really an EP. There’s only seven songs.”

“Officially, it’s an EP, yeah, but it would be an album if we could pay for that much recording time,” Pidge replied.

Lance rolled his eyes, grabbing the mic. “Guys, EP, album, it doesn’t matter. Let’s just play!”

It took a few tries, but they managed to play all the way through, perfectly. The album (well, EP) was just comprised of the band member’s favorite songs out of the dozens they’d written, so it had actually been finished for months. All they’d needed was a guitarist (check) and an actual recording (soon-to-be check).

And they sounded great . As great as they could, at least, in the recording they would layer on more sounds and then sound awesome .

“Guys, this is gonna sound awesome !” Lance said once they had dispersed. There were a few positive affirmations from the group, who seemed to all be in a hurry. “Should we go out? Celebrate? Get drunk and watch bad movies? Get high and watch bad movies?”

Pidge tucked her laptop into her backpack, then made a beeline for the door. “Love to, but I am late for my shift, later!”

Lance’s grin faltered, since when did Pidge get a job? He turned his attention over to Hunk, texting on his phone.

“Hunk? Buddy?”

The bassist looked up, quickly shoving his phone away. “See, uh, I kinda have plans. Plans with this girl-“

“YOU’RE GOING ON A DATE?” Lance shouted, dropping his backpack and rushing to Hunk. “Is it with Shay? It’s totally with Shay, just tell me it’s with Shay!”

Hunk tugged at his collar, glancing away. “... Maybe.”

Lance grinned, wrapping his arms around his friend. “This is your night, dude! Woo her! Remember my advice!”

“Your advice sucks.”

“So then remember not to follow it.”

Hunk slid out of Lance’s arms, heading towards the door. “Thanks, man. Wish me luck!”

“Good luck!” Lance shouted after him as Hunk left.

Why didn’t he tell me he had a date? Especially with Shay? He’s been trying to ask her out for like, a year.

“You okay?”

Oh, right. Keith was still there, his brows furrowed. That was his default face, just looking confused and disinterested and pissed off. But, he sounded pretty concerned.

“What? Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“Um, you look really sad.”

Lance straightened up, grabbing his backpack again. “I’m not sad, I’m just… confused. If you had been trying to go out with a girl for, like, forever, and you finally got a date with her, wouldn’t you tell your best friend?”

Keith shrugged. “That would never happen, so, I don’t know.”

“Why not? You got the whole ‘bad boy’ thing down, chicks love that.”

Keith just shoots Lance a look (not just any look, an are-you-fucking-kidding-me-you-idiot look), and shrugs again, kneeling down to open up his guitar case.

Lance pursed his lips, folding his arms.

5: he really hates me

Maybe Keith wasn’t the best person to ask for advice, or talk to, or just interact with in general. But he got along so well with Pidge when they talked about nerdy stuff, so what was the issue with talking to Lance?

“So, you like Star Wars?” You sounds like someone’s awkward dad, that’s why he always gives you that look, why do you even try?

“I guess,” Keith says, picking up his case.

They fall into another silence and Lance contemplates being swallowed up into the abyss right there.

Okay, McClain. You’re a people person, conversation is your thing. Use your charms! There’s gotta be something he wants to talk about.

“How’s being in the band?” Lance asks the other, just as he’s about to step through the door.

Miraculously, a hint of a smile tugs at his lips as Keith turns his head away. “It’s cool.”

“And what about the EP? Any thoughts?” The cuban boy asks, stepping closer.

“Not really.” Fuck , Lance thought they were actually getting somewhere with that.

With a dejected nod, the singer slides by Keith and steps through the door. “Okay, then, see ya.”

Why do you even fucking bother? Who cares if you don’t know everything about Keith? Maybe he’s secretly a shitty person who kicks puppies and-

“I like robbers.”

Lance turns around, on the sidewalk outside of the Garrison. He quirks a brow at Keith, standing in the doorway behind him. “What?”

“The song, robbers, on the EP. I like it.”

Lance exhales, smiling. “Oh, the song. I thought you meant like, burglaries and stuff. I don’t know why you’d mean that, that’s stupid, unless you’re really into being a thief and stuff. I don’t judge, well, I kinda do, how can you not-” Lance catches sight of Keith’s face, which did look less pissed off for a moment, but is now reverting. “I’m sorry, uh, I talk a lot.”

Keith nods, unamused. “I can tell.”

Oh no, they will not fall victim to another awkward silence. “Why do you like robbers?” Lance blurts out, nearly shouting it.

Keith steps out of the doorway, beginning to walk. He tilts his head in the direction he’s going and after a moment of being unable to read a social cue, Lance follows alongside him. “It’s a good song, it’s… different.”

“What do you mean, different? Like, good or bad different?”

“Neither, it’s just not the kind of song I thought that I’d like.”

Now it was Lance’s turn to knit his brows. “What kind of music do you usually like?”

Keith paused, glancing over to the other. He looked hesitant, then shoved his hands into his pockets and continued to walk. “Rock.”

“Wow, you’re picky, that’s not a broad genre at all, very specific.”

“Okay, classic rock.” Lance rolled his eyes, sighing and making sure Keith could hear it. “You can’t just ask someone to narrow down their music taste like that!”

And then, Lance’s heart did a little thing in his chest because, fuck , Keith was actually pretty cute. Especially when he was mad, his voice cracks and his shoulders stiffen up. Lance can’t help but crack a smile at the sight.

“Dude, chill, I’m just asking questions.”

Keith looks away, turning his attention back to the sidewalk before them.“Right, sorry.” The two were quiet for a second, but it wasn’t as awkward as before.

“So, classic rock?”

“Yeah, classic rock.”

They spoke for some time about their tastes in music, and music in general. It seemed to be the only subject Keith was good at speaking about. Every time they drifted towards another topic, they’d end up right back where they started. But, Lance didn’t mind. In fact, he actually liked talking to Keith.

“And you write all the lyrics?” Keith had asked, later into their walk.

Lance nodded, beaming with pride. “Yep! Well, Pidge and Hunk sometimes give me ideas, but, the actual lyrics are all mine.” He pulled out his phone, opening it to his notes and handing it to Keith. “They’re all under ‘song lyrics.’”

Also, the best part about talking to Keith? He made the singer feel like an actual member of Voltron. In the past, if he ever brought up that he was the songwriter, reactions were typically “eh” or “what instrument do you play?” To which he’d have to go through the awkward “oh, none, I just sing.” But, Keith was actually really interested in his lyrics, and Lance felt great.

“Yeah, I just write down lyrics all the time, whenever, wherever. Once I have enough little sections, I put them in my notebook. Editing on a phone is just easier, though,” Lance explained.

There was a silence from the other boy, then, “I don’t hate you.”

Lance looked over to Keith, then glanced down at his phone in his hands. “THINGS I KNOW ABT KEITH” was in bold atop the screen. Suddenly, Lance regretted everything ever and wanted to crawl into the manhole that was just a few feet away. They’d call him the manhole-man, and he’d never have to face Keith again.

“Do you think I hate you?”

Lance shook his head vigorously. “No, no, I just- uh, okay, so, I thought you hated me, but that was like, an hour ago! Then, we had this whole bonding sesh,” his hands gestured to the two of them. “And now, I don’t think you hate me anymore! Right? Unless, do you?”

Keith’s expression was blank save the curl of his upper lip, giving a pretty good clue as to how he felt. “No, I don’t hate you. Why would you even think that?”

Lance flung his arms out, shrugging (once again, too exaggerated). “Uh, I dunno, maybe it’s because every time I’ve tried to talk to you for the past month you’ve responded in five words or less. Or because the three times, I counted, I’ve asked you to hang out you’ve declined before I could even finish asking? Not to mention that you only talk to Pidge and now, apparently, Hunk? And it’s not really an uncommon thing for people to hate me, like it’s a daily thing! Should I go on?”

Now, he could read Keith’s expression. He looked… embarrassed? No, that was guilt in his eyes, for sure. And then, that guilt was all over Lance’s face as he straightened up and frantically waved his hands.

“But it’s fine! I get it, you’re just not a big talker! It’s okay!” Nice going, asshole, first you think he hates you, then when he says he doesn’t, you give him a reason to.

“I just… I don’t really talk to people often,” Keith said, the way he bit his lower lip slightly before speaking catching most of Lance’s attention. “I don’t mean to come off like an asshole, okay? I don’t hate you, so this whole list is wrong.”

“The whole thing?”

“Yeah,” Keith said, handing the phone back over to Lance. “I’m not a god, chill. I just really like guitar. I don’t travel a lot,” he gestured to his case, which was on his back ( how did that not hurt? ). “These stickers aren’t mine, I’ve never even been out of the country. I don’t like Pidge more than you, nor do I like Star Wars over Star Trek, they’re incomparable.”

And just like that, Keith Kogane made Lance feel like an idiot. An idiot who keeps tabs and notes on people instead of just talking to them, which defeats his purpose of trying to know someone better by blocking that person out instead.

For lack of anything else to say, Lance simply stopped, gesturing to the building behind him. “Um, I live here.” And, once again, trying to make conversation; “Do you live close?”

Keith shook his head. “No, I actually live across town, west side.”

“Seriously? That’s like, really far, man. Why would you walk me all the way here?”

Keith’s response, unsurprisingly, was a shrug. “Like I said, I don’t hate you.”

With that, Keith turned around and walked back in the same direction they came from, and Lance watched his figure, although mostly obscured by the guitar on his back, fade away.

Wow.

Later that night, Lance was in his bed, scribbling in his notebook.

They call me the manhole man.

I just don’t feel whole, man.

Because I feel like an idiot, which I am.

And you’re just there looking like, damn.

Not all of his lyrics were great.

“Where’s the Redbull?”

“That shit’ll stunt your growth, Pidge.”

“Hm, interesting. Never heard that before, what’s also interesting is I don’t give a shit.”

Lance rolled his eyes at Pidge, resting his headphones around his neck. She didn’t seem to care, returning to whatever tech stuff that was happening on her computer and launchpads.

Keith, who after the Almost-Disastrous-Walk-Home incident a few nights ago began to actually speak with Lance, chimed in, which was something the band hadn’t quite gotten used to yet. “Lance,” he said, gesturing to what was occurring outside the recording booth.

Hunk was leaning over the soundboard, his attention (that would usually be on the board) turned to the girl working it. His eyes were all big and soft, like how he looked when he saw a cute animal video or well-made desserts, totally fixated on her. Shay, the aforementioned girl, was beep boop ing over on the board (a technical term, according to Lance), explaining to Hunk as she went along.

“Hey! Hunky Hunk!" Lance shouted, to no reply. The door was open, so there was no reason for him to be ignored right now. "Tonka Truck! Fudge Chunk! HUNK!” Lance continued to yell, waving his arms. This, after too long, earned the attention of Hunk, who quickly hurried into the recording booth.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized hastily, picking up his bass.

Shay leaned into the mic outside of the booth, gesturing for everyone to put their headphones on. “Okay, guys, we don’t have that much time to record, so try and make it count, okay?”

The group gave a few positive cheers and nods, Keith even gave a thumbs up! (Which was probably not as monumental as Lance thought it was.)

“Alright! Ready?” Shay asked, waiting for another affirming response. “Awesome! Voltron, track one, take one. And… go!”

It took all day to record the album (or EP? They never clarified). The group arrived at Balmera Recording Studios at seven in the morning, and left at almost midnight. It was a long, draining day, filled with plenty of caffeine breaks and yawning. One thing that made recording easier was the knowledge that their time was discounted. It helped that their bassist was dating the girl working at the record studio, and this earned them a pretty good deal. However, the catch was that it was only for a 12+ hour session.

It worked, and they got the discount. But, they paid the price of complete exhaustion by the time they were done.

“One last thing before you guys go,” Shay said, just as the group was halfway out the door. The four members simultaneously turned their heads, each of their expressions dull and lazy. “I just need the song titles."

Lance nodded sleepily, pushing past everyone and moving at a snail’s pace to Shay.

“Just type it in, right on the computer.”

self titled: an EP by Voltron

1.  I’m not Famous [E]

2.  Vowels (And the Importance of Being Me)

3. The Beach

4.  New Perspective

5.  Robbers

6.  All Over

7.  i heard you were looking like the moon

[choisgirls]

How would the rfa and Saeran react to MC being an irl princess of some foreign country? Like... honest to goodness royalty? Thanks!

A/N: I hope this was everything you wanted! I don’t really know much about royalty so I just kinda rolled with it.. If it’s not good I’m sorry! Anyway, if there are parts that don’t make sense i’M SO SORRY I HAVE A FEVER but i’m using this time to write requests because my bby followers deserve it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Thank you all for the support you give us, 404 and I are working hard on requests right now

*YOOSUNG

this poor boy had no idea, he doesn’t pay muchattention to pop culture like that

one day you invite him over to play games atyour house because you have a super huge tv and you knew he’d love that!

when he’s at the gates of your mansionhouse, he calls you because there’s no way this can be your house???

“MC, are you pranking me??? It was bad enoughlast time when you put toothpaste in my oreos!”

“Just come in, you dork”

when he hears the gate buzz, he finally realizes that you’re rich as hell

it all makes sense now??? You always take himout to super expensive restaurants and for Christmas you got him an amazinggaming computer???

he’s about to faint oh my god yOU’RE SO RICH

when he’s roaming around the hallways of yourmansion looking for your room (he refused the butler’s help, he could do ithimself), hE SEES A PICTURE OF YOU AND YOUR PARENTS AND YOU’RE ALL WEARINGCROWNS???

nah, no, there’s no way you’re royalty, you guysprobably did a photo shoot, there’s no way this is possible

wait isthat an entire row of pictures where your dad is meeting important people

is thatBarack Obama? Is that the pRIME MINSTER OF SOUTH KOREA???

he faints

when he wakes up, he finds himself in a huge bedand you’re sitting next to him playing a game

“You’re finally awake! I’ve told you that youneed to take care of yourself, did you even eat today?”

“MC ARE A YOU A QUEEN?”

“No, but I will be in the future”

Aaand he faints again

Once he finally gets used to the idea of youbeing a princess, it makes so much more sense to him!

You’ve always sounded really polite and elegantwhen you speak, and you handle the RFA fundraisers so easily, no matter whatcrisis comes???

He loves seeing you all dressed up, you’re socute and beautiful!!!

You’re his Princess Zelda

*ZEN

He thought your name sounded familiar when youintroduced yourself in the chat, but he didn’t really think about it

But when he finally gets to meet you, he’s in somuch denial???

It can’t be, a princess fell in love with him

If you thought his ego was big before, it’sthe size of the Titanic now

It’s even bigger when you tell him youwatched his movies before you talked to him on the app

It never really hits him until you go shoppingwith him one day and you buy him a Louis Vuitton suitcase aS IF IT’S NOTHING???

wAIT YOU’RE BUYING LIKE 5 BAGS TOO???

Like yeah he makes decent money from acting, butholy hell you’re rich

He honestly loves this so much though

You two are an amazingly dressed power couple!

You’ll take over the political world and he’lltake over the pop culture world

You end up giving him “prince” lessons

You teach him how to deal with the pressure ofthe public and how to speak politely but firmly

You make him walk with books on his head andrecord him even though that’s something you never had to do

You get him to quit smoking by telling him atrue prince would never do such a thing

He almost cries

HE LOVES DOING PHOTO SHOOTS WITH YOU, HE WILLUSE AN EXCUSE TO BE IN A MAGAZINE WITH YOU

“it’s your half birthday”

“it’s national best friend’s day”

“it’s tHE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY WE FIRST DID IT

zen pls no

He wears his future crown at home when no oneis around

He’s really happy that you’re a public figure sohe can flaunt you when you guys go out

*JAEHEE

She knew the second you introduced yourself inthe chatroom!

She’s honestly dazzled, a real life princess???What is this???

But she kept herself in check, she realized youprobably have a lot of people who hound you on a regular basis, she didn’twanna be one of them

But she honestly loves talking to about yourcountry’s political system

With your leadership skills and Jaehee’sorganizational skills, you both work together to implement programs forunderprivileged children

You two are a power couple omg, literallyunstoppable, you two even consider starting clean water projects in othercountries???

Unstoppable

Jaehee considers opening a coffeeshop chainin your country

She loves seeing you dress up!!! You’re soadorable and beautiful in all the elegant clothing

She totally doesn’t take pictures of you whenyou aren’t looking, there’s no way she has an album of 300 pictures of you

She’s really afraid of how the world will reactwhen they find out you two are actually together???

Dumbass tabloids think you two are “gal pals”

But you don’t care, even if you have to stepdown, you don’t care

“Listen Jaehee, I love you. You’re my bestfriend and I would not trade that for the world. If my country wants me to stepdown because I have a girlfriend, I will. I’ll find a life with you because Icannot imagine a life without you.”

tEARS SO MANY TEARS

Jaehee  highkey lowkey uses you to meet famouspeople (but she loves you, es okay)

You don’t really mind though, it makes her happy

So you take her to as many events as you can,you want to make her smile as much as you can

You love this precious little bean and you are going to give her the world

*JUMIN

Of course he knew who you were, he wasn’t anuneducated idiot

And while it was nice to know that you weren’twith him for the money

He was kinda disappointed???

You’re a princess, you have the entire world atyour feet

He wanted to spoil you, but you??? Have???Everything you want or need???

But with the help of Zen but with hisbrilliant mind, he was able to come up with stuff he knew you never got!

hE WILL MAKE SO MANY THINGS FOR U

He started making food for you

And yes it tastes terrible at first but it gotbetter after awhile!

At the beginning he was the type to just putthe entire egg with the shell in cake mix

hE’S SO CUTE IN AN APRON OMG

He takes knitting classes???

He knits you everything he possibly can, asweater, scarf, gloves, beanies

He totally doesn’t knit a baby blanket andbaby hat for your future kids

He supports your decision not become queenbecause you decided you wanted to do other than things than run a country

Like be his totally hot secretary

You eventually move into his place and he lowkeyfeels ashamed bc it’s so much smaller than what you’re used to

But you assure him that you prefer his placebecause smaller places feel so much more homey than mansions

You’re actually much busier than Jumin when itcomes to work so he’s always home before you and he spoils you so much

When you come home, you can always expect ashoulder/back massage

There’s always a warm meal that he makes because he’s not letting someone else dosomething for you that he can

When you have really bad days at work, he runs anice, hot bubble bath couple with candles and rose petals

He’s pretty much ur house spouse, who knew Jumincould take on such a domestic role???

But he’s still senpai in the sheets

*SAEYOUNG

Ofc he found out when he did a background searchon you

And he’s so fascinated by you???

You help run a country??? You do so many goodthings

He’ll never understand though

How didsomeone as great as you fall for someone as terrible as him

Everything you do is so great and he’s stuck ina field of work that could get him killed

But with your power, you’re able to get him outof his job

And he’s so, so thankful to you

He doesn’t really let himself be vulnerable infront of you but when you told him you could help him, he cried for hours

What did he do to get someone as amazing you???

He doesn’t know it but you totally gotsomeone to assassinate his dad

You actually help him get a job as an engineer

He hates using you for your connections but heknows he deserves the job, he’s not going to deny his talent and ability

He’s so thankful for you

And he becomes your right-hand man??? Anytimeyou need to make a difficult decision about your country, he’s there for you!!!

He gets a pet monkey so he can comparehimself to Aladdin

“Listen children,,, you don’t know how hard lifewas for me,,, I was a beggar,,, always stealing food to survive,,,”

“Saeyoung, stop lying to the children andactually teach them, I wanted you to get the kids interested in computers”

“I was nothing but a boy with a monkey and amagic carpet,,,”

You two come up with a plan to get kids moreinterested in computers and he’s in charge

He loves teaching all the children! They’re allsilly and goofy like him

He has no idea where he would be without you andhe’s so glad he met you

*SAERAN

This boy has no idea, like none at all

Rika chose you to retrieve the phone, and he wasjust supposed to follow you

And he knows like nothing about pop culture “It’suseless information that’ll take up space in my brain” so he didn’t knowwho you were

He finds out one day when he sees an articleabout you helping open up a school in a third world country???

Like he thought you were amazing before

You were the one who helped him through histherapy, through all the nightmares that plagued his nights, through all thebad thoughts that overwhelmed him

In his head, you’d always been his queen

But it turns out you’re actually a princess?!?!

And youhelp so much around the world

He could deal with you being a princess if itweren’t for the fact that you were a huge philanthropist

You educated women in India about reproductivehealth??? You helped teach disabled children in China??? yOU DONATED 25 MILLIONDOLLARS TO A HOSPITAL IN SEOUL???

He actually killed someone and you helped peoplelive longer and better

He actually avoids you for a few weeks after hefinds out

He’s just having a hard time coming to termswith it? You’re a goddess and he’s thedevil, why are you with him?

But you weren’t having any of it, you literallykicked his door down, you gave him his space and now you were going to talk

He ends up crying in your lap

But you manage to talk it out with him and youmake it very clear that you aren’t goinganywhere

“I love you, okay? You don’t have to understandwhy I do, but you need to know that I do. I don’t care if you think I deservebetter because I choose you, Saeran. Iwill always choose you.”

He eventually decides he wants to help peoplewith you

Yes, he made a huge mistake in the past, onethat he is so sorry for, and he will spend the rest of his life trying to makeup for that

He’s no V, he’ll never be an angel, but he’ssure as hell gonna make the world a less crappy place

He comes up with so many great ideas!

Music programs for underprivileged children!Reading classes for uneducated adults! Programs that help teenagers get workexperience!

He creates so many outreach programs and he’s sohappy that you gave him the chance to do that

Started from the bottom now we’re here

*V

This boy is as clueless as Saeran

Between photography and Rika and being adumbass, he doesn’t pay much attention to the world

·     He ends up finding out through Jumin??

“Oh by the way MC’s father is going to bevisiting my father, we’re going to talk about having MC model for one of ourproducts”

“wHAT”

He’s honestly so happy though

You’re such a fantastic person who else couldput up with him pining after Rika for so long and you deserve everything

You deserve all the praise and attention you get

He totally doesn’t fantasize about becoming aprince

And he so doesn’t go around singing Disneysongs

“anD AT LAST I SEE THE LIGHT”

“what was that honey?”

“Thinking about the top 10 things a blind personwill never say”

This boy is such a saint, you two implement aprogram to help disabled children

And not only does he help implement the program,but he actually participates in it???

Crying cause V deserves the world

He becomes your family’s official photographer!

This happens because he was lowkey salty whenyou hired someone else for an event

“Oh you need my help getting something from thehigh shelf??? Why don’t you ask that photographer?”

V pls shut up

But you do drag him to one of your photoshootsand after that he’s as addicted as Zen

You two make such a beautiful couple, how couldhe not be addicted???

He has pictures of you everywhere in hishouse

And he knows how much you love him, he canalways feel it, but he absolutely adoresthe expression on your face when you’re looking at him and seeing it from anoutside perspective makes him want to cry

He loves you so much, you’re his goddess