People need to seriously understand that these two aren’t just doing fanservice. This may be one of my favorite Kyungjeong moments. Kyungil getting all touchy my baby bein all extra give thos hearts to me

we are doing throwbacks because history isn’t promoting anymore and I really need all history kinds of shit to keep me on my feet

Chrianna Short: Together

Chris bopped his head to the beat blasting through the studio speakers. He hadn’t completely decided what direction he was going in for the lyrics, he was still feeling out the instrumental. Just as an idea started to form, his phone started vibrating. He unlocked the phone and saw Rihanna was calling him on FaceTime. Putting in his headphones, he answered the call.

“Hey Baby Girl.”

“Babe! What you doing?”

“In the studio making new music. What’s up?”

“Listen to this for me, I’m thinking of putting this out.”

“If it’s from your album, you know I heard most of it.”

Rihanna rolled her eyes, “Look asshole, just listen to it.”

Chris chuckled, “Alright. Play it.”

There was a moment of silence before the song started to play. Rihanna started to sing along, “I’d rather be smoking weed whenever we breathe. Every time you kiss me. Don’t say that you miss me, just come get me.”

As the interlude stopped playing, Chris couldn’t stop the huge smile from coming over his face.

Rihanna chuckled, “Babe, why you smiling at me like that?”

“So don’t tell you I miss you, just come get you huh?”

She giggled as she brushed her ginger red hair over her shoulder, “Yes. I want you to come get me.”

“Keep playing. My ass gonna pop up in Hawaii before you know it.”

“If that’s the case, Nigga, I’m not playing.”

“We had a false alarm but if you keep it up, I’ma get your ass pregnant for real.”

Rihanna burst out laughing, “I hope whoever you just said that around don’t run their mouth.”

“It’s just Mijo right now, everybody else left and he’s making gagging noises at us right now.”

Rihanna shook her head, “tell my brother I said hi and thank you for the throwback, I forgot about all those pictures.”

“We need to do a throwback picture, Baby Girl.”

“Not yet. If we do that, I wanna post something niggas had no clue was even happening.”

“Like us staying in the same villa at Coachella?”

Rihanna smirked, “Nah, that’s tame. You said we gonna play lowkey then fuck up the world right?”


“So we gotta come a little bit harder than that.”

“Umm…Valentines’ Day?”

“No pictures we took that day should be seen by the public. None of them.”

Chris laughed out loud, “they aren’t that bad.”

“Umm…we’re naked in like 90% of them.”

Chris nodded his head, “that’s true but it’s mostly your fault.”

“Mine? You stole my panties and refused to give them back.”

“You bet me that if I could take them off with my teeth and not rip them, I could have them. I won the bet.”

“I did not say you could have them. I just said you had to take them off with your teeth and not rip them. Nowhere did I say you could keep my panties. Those are expensive.”

“So? They mine now.”

“And what are you gonna do with a g-string?”

“Frame it and hang it above my bed.”

“Chris, I will hurt you if you frame my panties and put them above your bed.”

“Why? It’s not like anybody is gonna see it.”

“The lies you tell.”

Chris laughed, “Ok so I can’t frame it. I’ma put them in a shadow box then.”

“No. What is your obsession with my panties? First you wearing them on your head, now you wanna hang them on the wall. The fuck?”

“I didn’t put them on my head, you did first of all. Secondly, I do not have an obsession with your panties.”


“You a fine one to talk anyway, you forever stealing my damn boxers.”

“They are comfortable to sleep in, just like your t-shirts.”

“Then go buy your own.”

“Why? When I can just steal them from you, I’m always at your house anyway.”

Chris scoffed, “and that’s why I take your panties. We’re even.”

Rihanna laughed and ran her fingers through her hair, “Babe?”

“What’s up?”

“You coming out here for real?”

“You want me to?”

She nodded her head slowly as she bit down on her bottom lip, “I miss you and I think it’d be cool for us to vacation even for a few days together.”

“I’ll try and come, I just don’t wanna interfere with whatever time you and your friends are spending together. You know how we can get.”

Rihanna chuckled, “I know but they’ll be fine. They’re grown.”

“Alright. I gotta finish some stuff up here in LA but I’ll see what I can do.”


Chris chuckled as he rubbed his hand over his hair, “Baby Girl?”


“You think I should dye my hair back?”

“To what?”


“You not gonna cut it, are you?”

“No, I just wanna change the color.”

“Oh then go for it, just keep my curls.”

“That’s all you care about.”

“Yup. Gotta have something to grab onto.”

Chris shook his head, “just nasty.”

“But you love it though.”

“I do. I do.”

Rihanna chuckled, “after you leave the studio, where you going?”

“Back to the house. I might start packing some things up.”

“Really? So you going through with this whole moving thing?”

“At some point. I mean I’m still looking at places right now.”

“You know where you wanna move?”

Chris shook his head, “still undecided. I just think once I start seeing things in boxes, it’ll make me decide quicker.”

“Umm… that’s a new way to make a decision I guess.”

Chris laughed, “How’s Hawaii?”

“I’m having a lot of fun. Got hella phone calls after somebody decided to leak a song.”

Chris smirked, “I mean you knew though.”

“I did. This shit is like Birthday Cake all over again.”
“Babe, we should really think about that album thing or maybe an EP.”

“Maybe. Do we even have enough songs to do it?”

Chris gave her a deadpan look and Rihanna laughed out loud, “don’t give me that look. It’s a serious question.”

“I’m pretty sure we have more than enough songs to at least do an EP.”

“What would we name it?”

Chris shrugged his shoulders, “I didn’t get that far to be honest. I was just thinking about whether doing an EP would be a good thing.”

“I mean once all this album work is finished, it’s something we could consider.”

“You got a release date yet?”

“Nah. To be honest, it’s not forefront in my mind. We’re gradually working on it, adding songs, removing songs. I think once I feel everything is set the way I want, I’ll pick a date.”

“I understand.”

"What about you? Starting a new project or what?”

“I don’t know. You know I’m always in the studio regardless of whether I have any album things going on.”

“That’s true. You live in the damn studio.”

Chris chuckled, “what you trying to say?”

“Nothing. Just agreeing with you.”

“Uh huh.”

Rihanna giggled and ran her fingers through her hair, “well I’ma let you get back to whatever you were doing.”

“You gonna release my song though?”

“Your song? It’s yours already?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Rihanna playfully rolled her eyes as she smiled, “Yes Babe, I’m gonna release your song.”

“And I want some more pictures too.”

“Like the ones I send to your phone aren’t enough.”

“You never sent me the ones you post on your IG though.”

“The ones I send you are much better though.”

Chris chuckled as he ran his hand down his face, “I wouldn’t say better because you’re gorgeous regardless.”

“Aww…thank you Baby.”

“But they are definitely for my eyes only.”

“That’s right. But if you want, I’ll send you some more since you miss me so much.”

“Ye- well that’s only partially the reason why I want you to send them to-”

“Ewww Christopher!”

“What? You been out of town for a minute. If you would bring your ass back from Hawaii-”

“Well maybe you need to get your ass up and come to Hawaii then we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

Chris laughed, “whatever.”

“But seriously, I wish you were here.”

“I know Baby Girl but I’ll see you soon. If I don’t end up making the trip, you’ll be my way soon right?”


“So I’ll definitely see you and we’ll make up for lost time.”

“As always.”

“You mad at me?”

Rihanna pouted and shook her head, “Nope.”

“Well go finish whatever you were doing and I’ll call you later.”

“Alright Baby. Have fun in the studio, write about me.”

“Don’t I always?”

Rihanna laughed and blew him a kiss, “Love you.”

“Love you too, Baby Girl.”

They ended the call.

Mel blew out a few smoke rings as she laughed at her best friend and her abundance of picture taking, “you would think as much as you two FaceTime he’d be sick of seeing your face.”

Rihanna glared at her before flipping her off, “don’t hate.”

“Hate on what? Y’all two extra asses make me sick,” Melissa replied while making a fake gagging motion.

“Look, my Boo loves looking at me.”

“You mean loves jacking off to your face.”

“Either way works for me,” Rihanna said before childishly sticking her tongue out at her.

Mel rolled her eyes, “just fucking gross.”


“Who a hater?” Leandra’s voice carried through the living room of Rihanna’s condo. She plopped down on the couch across from Rihanna and flipped her waist length hair over her shoulder.

“Well Ms. Thirst Trap, Robs over here sending Chris a million fucking selfies,” Mel replied.

“Clothed? Bitch, you better get in that bathroom and get to stripping.”

Rihanna laughed as she reached over to slap fives with Leandra, “Lele know what it is. I sent him some of those yesterday.”

“While y’all were on FaceTime for 10 hours.”

“It was not ten hours.”

Leandra rolled her eyes, “what the hell do y’all talk about for that long anyway? Ain’t enough words in the damn world.”

Mel chuckled as she passed the blunt to Leandra, who inhaled deeply. Rihanna scoffed as she started to scroll through her phone, “we talk about everything. Whatever pops into our head we talk about. There’s nothing particular to be honest.”

“But how do you talk about random stuff for so damn long?”

“You aren’t me and Chris so you don’t get it.”

“Trust me, I’m glad I’m not you and Chris. Y’all are fucking weirdos”

Rihanna laughed as she started typing a message on her phone.

Chris rubbed a towel over his wet hair as he moved his way back over to his bed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He smiled as he saw he had a message from Rih:

Baby Girl: Babe!

Yellow Nigga: I def read that in your voice. Hey Baby Girl

Baby Girl: you home?

Yellow Nigga: Yea. Getting ready to go to this party. what you doing?

Baby Girl: Sitting with the girls. I just got back an hour or so ago. Who party you going to?

Yellow Nigga: Travis. It’s his birthday

Baby Girl: Oooh I wanna go

Yellow Nigga: Lol you can Baby Girl. Ain’t nobody gonna say nothing

Baby Girl: Well duh. I wanna go with you

Yellow Nigga: I mean you can if you really want to

Baby Girl: Wait. Industry people or regular people in the mix too?

Yellow Nigga: Regular people in the mix

Baby Girl: 😞😞I’ll just get my driver to take me then

Yellow Nigga: why you got a sad face?

Instead of receiving a text, Chris got a FaceTime call and he answered quickly, “hey Baby Girl.”

“Hey Babe. I hope you don’t plan on going naked.”

Chris chuckled and shook his head, “Of course not. I just got out the shower.”

“Oh. What time you leaving for the party?”

“Probably in another hour or so.”

“Oh ok.”

“When you planning on leaving?”

“Same but I might beat you there since I’m not changing clothes.”

“What you got on?”

Rihanna panned the phone down her body and Chris smirked, “My favorite shorts, huh?”

“My favorite shorts, you mean.”

“No, I said exactly what I mean. Don’t be surprised if I grab your ass accidentally on purpose.”

“Well don’t be surprised if I like it then.”

Chris chuckled and ran his hand over his face, “you are something else.”

“You look good though. Kinda wish I was at your house right now.”

I mean you can come over, I don’t mind showing up late and you’re always late anyway”

Rihanna rolled her eyes, “don’t be a smart ass.”

“I love you Robyn.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then why didn’t you come to Hawaii?”

“Robyn, don’t start with me.”


“You know what. Don’t go there.”

Rihanna pouted as she twirled her hair around her finger, “Babe…”

“Don’t give me that face, Baby Girl. You should just come over to be honest.”

“Should I bring a change of clothes?”

“For what? It’s not like what you’re wearing is gonna get dirty anyway.”

“So what you trying to say?”

“You know exactly what I’m trying to say.”

Rihanna laughed, “you nasty.”

“And you know it. So you coming over?”

“Yea. I’ll be over there in a few minutes. You got food?”

“Food, food or junk food?”

“Junk food.”

“Now you know I got a cabinet with all your favorites in it especially since you went grocery shopping for me.”

“I forgot about that.”

“I’ve never seen so many bags of gummy bears and Nacho Rings, whatever the fuck those are, in my life.”

Rihanna frowned, “don’t be making fun of me, Christopher.”

“I’m not making fun. I’m just saying”

“Uh huh, whatever.”

Chris chuckled, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, Baby Girl.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you too Beautiful.”

Rihanna smiled and blew him a kiss. Chris returned the motion and she giggled while giving him a little wave before ending the call.

“Ah!” Rihanna said with a breathless giggle, “Chris stop playing.”

Chris shook his head as he pulled her back into his arms and they tumbled backwards into his bed. He flipped her over onto her back before hovering over her and pecking her lips, “I missed you.”

Rihanna smiled and kissed him back, “I missed you too but if I plan on wearing this outfit again, we might wanna get this off me.”

“You ain’t said nothing but a word.”

Rihanna giggled as Chris trailed his fingertips up her shirt over the skin of her belly. She arched upward as Chris pulled her shirt from underneath her and over her head. Chris kissed her stomach, “I kind of miss your little tummy that you had.”

Rihanna frowned and Chris chuckled, “you only miss it because you thought it was a baby in there.”

“That’s not true.”

“Whatever Christopher.”

Chris tapped the side of her thigh, “lift up so I can get your shorts off.”

Rihanna rolled her eyes and Chris smacked her thigh again, “don’t be giving me attitude, Ms. Fenty.”

“I shouldn’t be giving you some pussy either, talking about you miss my tummy. You want me to be fat?”

“Yup. I wanna grab all the ass I can get in my hand.”

Rihanna pushed Chris from above her and moved backward against the headboard. Chris went to grab her ankle and she moved, “Don’t play games with me, Robyn.”

“I’m not,” she replied with a smirk. She tugged her shorts down, tossed them and turned around with her ass facing Chris. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Rihanna looked back at him, “that enough ass for you?”

She felt Chris move up behind her but had no clue what he was about to do. Bracing herself for him to grab her, the sharp pinch she felt on her ass caught her off guard. She let loose a sharp yelp and Chris laughed, “Nigga, did you just bite me?”

Chris placed a kiss where he had nipped her skin then proceeded to place playful kisses all over her derriere. Rihanna giggled at the soft touches until she felt Chris move aside her underwear and start to rub her clit from behind, “Babe…”

“What you whining for?”

“Cause you playing games.”

Chris chuckled, “now you know that’s not my style, Baby Girl.”

Using his thumb and pointer finger, Chris spread her lips open and placed a kiss against her clit. With a soft kiss on the back of her thigh, Chris murmured, “Can I rip these?”

“I do not care how you get them off, just take ‘em off.”

Chris chuckled, “ spread your legs for me and press your chest to the bed.”

Rihanna did as he instructed and with barely any effort, he torn the lace panties and tossed them aside.

Chris bit down on his bottom lip as he slowly pushed inside her and Rihanna gasped. She gripped his forearms as he sank into her as deep as he could go. “Damn,” she muttered lowly.

“You think you’d be used to it by now.”

Rihanna glared at him and Chris chuckled lowly, “maybe your ass should’ve came to Hawa- Christopher!”

Chris rammed into her as hard as he could without hurting her, interrupting her statement, “I should’ve did what?”

“You mutha-” Chris cut her off by kissing her hard. As their tongues moved against each other, Chris began a more gentle stroke as he hiked her legs around his waist and moved her arms above her head. As Rihanna started to move against him, she dug the crown of her head into the pillow, pulling her lips from his. Chris kissed behind her ear, down her neck and sporadically placed soft kisses along the curve of her breasts.

Rihanna sighed into the night air as she massaged the black curls of Chris’s hair. She wasn’t expecting Chris to go slow considering their self-imposed time constraints but loved when he did. Simple. It was refreshing. It was more of a bonding moment than sex. She knew Chris loved her, he had more than proven that over the years but his gentle lovemaking just gave her affirmation of what she already knew.

Chris smiled down at her, somewhat unable to control the facial movement, as he continued to work her slowly. This was originally supposed to be a rough quickie, just a moment to enjoy each other before going their separate ways to arrive at the same party but something in him wouldn’t make it that way.

The past couple of months had led them to a place of compromise and understanding; all the work they did over the past two- three years had finally paid off. Sure they disagreed but it no longer held the childish pettiness of their past. It was easier for them to acknowledge their differences, understand them and work around them to keep the peace in their relationship unlike before where arguments soon just became power struggles. He was grateful for that.

Rihanna opened her eyes to Chris smiling down at her and she touched his freshly shaven cheek before smoothing her fingertips along his goatee, “Baby, why you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. You just got this smile on your face like you thinking about something.”

“The only thing I’m thinking about is you. I’m happy.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rihanna pulled Chris down and he settled himself on top of her, his strokes slowing down until he was just resting inside of her with no movement.

“I was kind of expecting you to just bend me over and fuck me until it was time to go.”

Chris chuckled as he brushed her ginger red hair from her slightly sweat covered face, “I was expecting me to do that too but I don’t know.”

Rihanna giggled as she ran her fingers through his hair, “I guess it’s just one of those moments huh?

“Yea. Doesn’t happen very often but yea.”

“You sound so disappointed.”

Chris kissed her cheek and shook his head, “Nah. I just kind of thought since I haven’t fucked in a few weeks, my mind wouldn’t be on this sappy, let’s make love shit but I guess I thought wrong.”

“But I like it.”

Chris arched his brow, “Really? Miss Slap my ass and pull my hair. You like it?”

Rihanna laughed out loud, “Sometimes slapping ass and pulling hair just isn’t necessary.”

Chris chuckled as he pecked her lips, “we’re some fucking weirdos, you know that?”


“Dick still hard, inside you and we’re having a serious conversation and not doing anything else.”

“It’s weird but it’s us.”

Chris nodded his head in agreement and Rihanna leaned up to peck his lips, “So Baby Girl, what you wanna do?”

“Well first we need to do something about this you got resting in between my legs unless you wanna leave with your dick hard as a rock.”

Chris chuckled, “you wanna take care of it?”

Rihanna smirked, “I’d be glad to.”

“Ay Travis, I need somewhere quiet to use my phone,” Chris said as he stood next to his friend. Travis looked around the house before gesturing towards the patio in the very back of the room. With a grateful nod, Chris started walking as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through his messages. Walking onto the patio, he closed the French doors behind him and pulled the curtain for more privacy. Just as he started to respond to a message, the doors opened and closed. He looked up and smiled, “you following me now?”

Rihanna scoffed as she tugged on her shorts, “you wish. What you doing out here?”

Chris held up his phone in response, “You?”

“I needed some fresh air. Who you talking to?”

“I was about to call Mike. He texted me about some tour date and I wanted to ask some extra details”

“Babe, you are at a party, you do not need to be thinking about work.”

“That’s sounds like a familiar phase, wonder who I always say that to?”

Rihanna blushed and Chris chuckled, “come here.”

Chris walked over and stood in front of her with his hands tucked into his pockets, “Yes Baby Girl?”

Rihanna smiled up at him and Chris leaned down to peck her lips, “I’m going home with you, ok?”

“You telling me or you asking me?”

“Do I ever ask?”

Chris laughed, “You enjoying yourself?”

“Yea. Babe, I think I want a pet snake.”

Chris arched his brow, “and you’re telling me this because?”

“Because I want you to get me a snake.”

“Robyn, we have enough pets. We do not need a snake.”

Rihanna pouted, “but Babe…”

“You sure love pulling that pouty face on me.”

“Because it works, well most of the time.”

Chris chuckled, “you so damn spoiled.”

“You started it.”


“But…I spoil you back so it balances itself out.”

“True. So does that mean you gonna cook before you leave?”

“Yes Christopher, I will cook for you before I leave.”

“Just made my night.”

Rihanna giggled, “you so greedy.”

“I know. You ready to go back in?”

“I guess; this little bit of time together should keep me from jumping on you in there.”

Chris laughed, “you are something else.”

Rihanna leaned her head on Chris’s chest and he rested his chin on top of her head, “can we just stay out of here like this for the rest of the night?”

“I would love too but I’m sure people would notice that we’re missing.”

“Can we get like less popular overnight?”

Chris chuckled, “unfortunately and fortunately no. We won’t be here for too much longer. Maybe another hour or two.”

“Ok. You wanna leave first or me?”

“I can give you the key and you go to the car first then I follow a little bit after.”

“What you drive?”

“Range Rover.”

Rihanna giggled, “you know I’m missing that kissing in the rover.”

Chris shook his head as he wrapped his arms around her waist and reached down to squeeze her butt. Rihanna squealed and hit him on the butt, “you can’t warn somebody before you do that?”

“Nope. Takes away all the fun.”

“Christopher, I can’t stand you.”

“You love me. Admit it.”


Chris laughed, “gimme kiss.”

Rihanna quickly obliged him then playfully flicked the hoop ring in his nose, “I’m gonna go in now. Love you.”

“Love you too Baby Girl. Text me once you leave.”

“I need your keys.”

Chris dug into his pants pocket and handed her his car keys, “no driving, Robyn.”

“I have no plans on driving your car.”

“Better not.”

“Bye Christopher,” Rihanna rolled her eyes and left inside with a small wave to him. Chris shook his head as he waited a few minutes before going back inside to the party.

Fic: Meant For You

freefallinfromdreams requested radio presenter!Klaine with lots of fluff, although I don’t think I bantered like she wanted. Sorry, dear!

~1560 words, PG-13.

“Hummel! C’mere,” Sue yelled when Kurt walked past her office on his way into the studio.

“Yes, Sue?”

“The higher-ups decided your morning show needs a little extra punch, so you’re getting a co-anchor,” Sue said, not even looking up from her paperwork. “Name’s Blake or Blair or something WASP-y and terrible like that. He starts today.”

What?” Kurt hissed, incensed. “I have the highest ratings in western Ohio! What the hell do I need a boost for?”

“Those twins in Wapakoneta are catching up to you quick, Porcelain. You wanna stay on top, you do what the bosses want,” Sue said, fixing him with a brief, icy glare. “Now get out of my office.”

Kurt stalked over to the studio, silently fuming. This new turn of events promised to be worse than the time he’d “volunteered” to do the ice bucket challenge on air and accidentally cursed up a blue streak when one of the interns assisting him dropped the trash can they were using on his head, leading to a week’s worth of mandatory “professional review.”

I can’t believe they wouldn’t even let me help pick my co-anchor, he thought. How are we supposed to know if we have any chemistry if we haven’t even - fuck.

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