#and she keeps sending me recordings of her singing to tell her how good she is and always tells me how her teacher praises her

[widevibratobitch]

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[planet-dusk]

i sent this skz x 9th member!reader to another creator but forgot who it was so i’m sending it here too i guess. enjoy

i féel like the boys would def be little pervs towards their girl member. like “cuddling” her in the car on the way to places, having her sit in their lap during lives and stuff, constantly watching her boobs in tank tops during practice, etc something tells me chan or minho would be the biggest pervs out of the older boys but they know how to be subtle with it. meanwhile jisung and maybe jeongin are the the young ones who go absolutely crazy over anything. like her boobs could be out a little bc her tops are flimsy so they grab a handful and are lowkey fondling her but using the excuse that it’s helping keep her boobs in her bra or something. she’d def be very clueless but not entirely. like she knows that bc she’s a girl and they’re all guys, they have urges too. walking around the house in short and tight clothes, asking sexual questions, singing and dancing to sexy songs, etc they’d probably have a corruption kink too because of her “innocent but not really” aura. she’s innocent in the way that she’s just clueless when anyone so much as hits on her, likes her, try’s to make a move, etc

idk this was a while ago so maybe it’s just ramblings from my brain.

🏷️ perversion, noncon somno for jisung's part, corruption, fingering, oral (f + m), masturbation, unprotected sex, mc is called baby, kitten, doll, pretty, toy, slut

as the oldest and the leader of the group chan should know better. but you're so cute when you wake up early and your eyes are still puffy with sleep. he can't help but let his gaze linger on your bare legs, picturing his face between your thighs. sometimes when you join him on channie's room he'll run his teasing fingers over your clothed slit, enjoying the way you squirm and hide your hot face in your hands, pretending you're camera shy.

"keep still, baby. you know how much the fans love it when you look all cute and flustered."

minho is always helpful, offering you private dance lessons to hone your skills. he can be strict with the other members but he's noticed how embarrassed you get when he praises you. "you're doing so well, kitten," he whispers into your ear while he adjusts your position. you avert your eyes and try to focus on the way your body moves. he's smirking at you through the mirror, his hands skimming your ass more than necessary. when you're all warmed up and sweaty he bends you over and grinds his hard cock against your clothed pussy. "let's stretch some more."

"i know you can do it," changbin encourages when your voice cracks again. he turns off his laptop and enters the recording booth. "hey, don't cry," he wipes your tears away with his thumbs and you sniffle. you're fucking up your lines. badly.

"do you trust me?" he asks and you nod, letting him spread your legs. with a puzzled face you watch him crouch down and nuzzle the inside of your thigh. "you just need to relax, baby... you're straining too much when you get anxious. let me help you."

hyunjin is your roommate. he's a calm and quiet guy so you don't mind having him around. but on some nights you wake up to muffled gasps and groans coming from his side of the room. if you didn't know any better you'd have sworn some of his moans sound like your name. afraid to let him know you're awake you stay quiet and stare at the ceiling. your own hand slips into your pyjama pants to rub quick circles on your swollen clit, desperate to cum in time with him.

"ssh, it's me," jisung shushes you with a hand clasped over your mouth. you blink at him groggily, feeling two of his fingers slipping in and out of your wet hole with ease. he must've been playing with you for a while. "hyunjin's taking a shower and told me to wake you up." he snuggles against your back and you gasp into his palm when he replaces his fingers with his thick cock. "be a good doll for me now, pretty. we don't have much time before he comes back."

felix is the first to turn your relationship with them into something more than strictly collegial. "we're not colleagues, or friends, or family," he tugs you onto his lap and purrs into your ear, "we're something more." his fingers reach into your shorts and press against your clothed slit, making your head spin. "feel how soaked these panties are for me, doll? you know i'm telling the truth. what we've got is something special."

seungmin is your vocal training partner. when you stay late in the studio to practice he stays with you. his unconventional training methods are your little secret; he'd told you the others can't know a thing because they would get jealous, so you do as told. seungmin makes you feel special. you know he'd do everything for his favorite member.

"sluts like you need to have their throats trained," he groans and thrusts his cock deeper. "how else are you ever going to hit those notes?"

jeongin can never keep his hands off you when you're getting dressed for your stages. he gropes at your tits and tugs on your clothes. "these skirts keep getting shorter," he shakes his head and frowns. "everyone in the audience will be able to see your safety shorts. but you know you belong to us, don't you?" he grins and you squeal when his fingers slip between your thighs and locate your clit with ease. the barest hint of pressure against the fabric has you panting, proving his point. "no matter how many people cheer for you, you're our toy."

[lowkeyremi]

Haikyuu men as fathers pt 4.

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3

100 follower special!! THANK YOU GUYS!!

Ft. Semi, Aran, Noya, Akaashi

The age range of the kids will differ for each character but it’s from babies up til like 17 or 18

CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage, and certain styles of parenting

Enjoy lovelies <33

………………..

Semi Eita:

“That’s it sweetheart, keep going.” Semi coos at his 3 year old who is playing a little pink guitar (for children) she’s singing the words to You Are My Sunshine while Semi was recording her.

Why? Well, to cheer you up. Your friend was going through some really hard stuff that made you feel very upset so you went to help her out. Meaning Semi was to take care of your sweet toddler.

“Shunshine, you are mah shunshine!” She sung happily, Semi couldn’t bring himself to correct her wording. “You make me happy- uh what rest of da words daddy?” She asks still strumming the guitar out of tune.

He whispers the words as not to interrupt the video, “when skies are gray.”

“When skies are gway!” She sets the guitar down after singing that line.

“Daddy I done, send to Mommy.” She says eagerly and he chuckles. Your long time boyfriend (now fiancé) stops the recording and sends it to you.

“I think mommy will love this video.” He says holding his arms out for Kana to sit in his lap.

“I hope it make her feel happy, you think she really like it?” Kana asks playing with her small fingers.

“I think she’ll love it, would you like to play the piano, my dear?” Your home is filled with a bunch of instruments and Semi loves letting his little girl choose something each day to try to see if she’ll be a musical genius.

“Hmmm,” she taps her chin and responds, “I wanna play drums.” He moves his hair out of his face and picks his daughter up to take her to the music room where Semi works on songs and holds practice for his band.

“Drums it is!” He says and Kana claps her hands and does a little cheer.

Half way through their drum session Semi gets a phone call from you. When he picks it up he puts it in speaker.

“Hey baby, you’re on speaker.” He informs.

“Hey,” you say sounding tired. “Where’s my sweet pumpkin who sung for me?” You ask over the phone. Kana sets down the drum sticks and practically runs over to Semi’s phone.

“Me! It’s me mommy!” She says bouncing up and down.

“Thank you Kana, that made mommy feel much better.” You tell her which makes her giggle.

“Thank you mommy! What else I sing?” She asks. Your precious three year old is definitely ready to sing another song for you.

“How about row, row, row your boat?” You asked knowing it was an easy song that Kana knew.

“OO! OKAY!” She took a deep breath and started to sing.

“Row, row, row-” she stopped and you planned to ask her why but she answers the question that doesn’t come out of your mouth.

“Daddy! Why you not singing? Mommy loves when Daddy sings!” She practically scolds.

His deep chuckle is heard on your end. “Sorry, sorry. Let’s sing it together.”

Your two most precious people sing Row, Row, Row Your Boat. You felt better by the end of it. After Kana talked to you for a bit Semi dismissed her to play the drums while he chatted with you for awhile.

In the end you two talk about how precious your beautiful daughter is.

he sings his little girl to sleep as often as he can

they make up new songs together all the time 🥺

DREADS leaving for concerts

omg he loves it when u guys come to his concerts

he'll be like "shout out to my beautiful wife and baby girl who made this opportunity possible"

tbh he's lost ur daughter a few times " oh shit... i thought she was w you"

he has his two fav girls tatted on his shoulders

Aran Ojiro:

Fifteen year old Mei walked over to her father, she noticed him rubbing his temples.

"You okay, Daddy?" ahe asked worried for him.

"Yeah I'm good baby girl, momma and i just got into again. We'll make up with each other, though." Aran explains rubbing his goatee.

Mei walks over to him and gives him a hug.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It's not your fault that I got dress coded." Aran didn't say anything in return, he was sighs realizing how unaware he was when arguing with you.

"I talked to momma about it, you didn't know the skirt was too short. It looks a lot like my other one, right?" She states.

He was starting to realize how childish the argument was. Mei's school is very strict so the fact the skirt was two inches shorter than it needed to be was beyond Aran's understanding. He hadn't even noticed the difference.

It only became a problem because you had to leave work to pick up Mei. Aran couldn't because he had a game. When he came home you started arguing with him. He argued back because you pinned the blame on him. After all, he was responsible for getting Mei and Koro to school.

"Yeah it does. Is Koro sleep?" He asks his daughter.

"I put him down before y'all started arguing." She says retracting from the hug.

"I'm really sorry, I don't like when you and momma fight." Aran frowns, you two have been fighting more often than usual.

"I know baby, I think momma is stressed with a lotta stuff. I mean she's finally back from maternal leave, she's working toward a promotion, and some other things. I just gotta be more mindful."

Before Mei can respond you emerge from upstairs, "Go on Mei, momma needs to talk to daddy in private." It doesn't go unnoticed how Mei gives her dad a thumbs up before making her way upstairs.

"Aran, baby, i'm sorry.. Mei told me what happened." You say quietly. You had no idea what you were expecting but it wasn't your husband holding his arms out for you.

He embraces you quietly for a few minutes. and then he responds.

"I know things have been rough lately. I just want you to know, I still love you." He explains softly.

That shouldn't have made you tear up but it did.

"I love you too, Aran. Always." You say mirroring his previous statement.

SUCH A GOOD COOK

He was amazing helping you thru pregnancy i mean that man worked his ass off

You two agreed on no more kids after Mei but Koro came long sooooo

He loves both his babies dearly, he doesn't have a fav

Hates arguing with you :((

Not allowed to take them to stores cuz he's weak to their puppy dog eyes

He's 100% a dad superhero to his kids

Nishinoya Yuu:

Noya stared down his toddler. The little man started babbling very loudly.

"Don't you get an attitude with me, Akio. You think you're so high and mighty cuz, you're the result of my sperm!" He says in a teasing voice.

"Nishinoya Yuu he is two years ol-" you were cut off by your son.

"Sp-erm!" he says and claps. Noya mutters an 'oopsie' and you glare at him. "Yuu! Stop saying stuff like that in front of him," you scold.

"Well, tell him to stop copying me." Akio looks at his dad, "Stop, stop, stoooooooooop." You couldn't help but giggle it was so interesting seeing your son find his voice.

"Bye bye. Akio go bye bye." He says struggling to get down from the couch. Once he's down he starts running towards the bathroom.

"Yuu, make sure he's going potty and not playing in toilet water... again." Noya makes his way to the bathroom. After a few second you hear a groan followed by, "Akio, noooooo."

Your son can be heard laughing followed by, "daddy, noooooo."

"Dude toilet water is not something to play with." Noya sighs.

"Fuck you!" The two year old yells and you gasp loudly.

"Huh, wonder where you learned that, kid." Noya chuckled sheepishly.

"Nishinoya Yuu!" You yell and he comes into the dining room with your cute little trouble maker who had nothing on besides his pull-up.

"Ooooo daddy get trouble."

Noya begins muttering, "I don't- he must've... Tanaka..." you tap your foot and your two year old giggles.

"Tanaka what? Speak up, babe." you say with your arms crossed.

"Tanaka and I were watching a volleyball game with Akio and we were betting... the team I was betting on won so tanaka screamed f you when my team won by one point." Noya explains.

"Akio, that's a no no word, okay? We don't say everything we hear others say." You scold your son because not only is it Noya's fault it's his fault too.

"Otay mommy." Noya puts your little menace down.

"Let's go get you bathed little dude." He says smuggly.

"Good idea." When they're out of ears reach you sigh rather loudly.

You love your two guys but it can be tiring when your husband stoops to a two year old's level.

The type to be like "you want a piece of me little man?"

More often than not instead of handling a situation normally he'll get on his son's level

He stopped traveling so often to settle down with you

He and his son are always getting into some form of trouble

He made your son think popsicles are a sustainable breakfast

Butttt when you're gone he does pull himself together and makes an amazing father

He and Akio take naps together, being a menace is not easy work

Akaashi Keiji:

"No! The monster will get me!" Ami yells as she runs away from Bokuto.

"Papa save me!" She yells out to Akaashi.

"Honey, your Uncle Bokuto isn't a monster." he explains.

Bokuto pouts at Ami's reaction, any time he's over she gets scared. The scared little girl crawls into her father's lap for comfort. Akaashi rubs her little back and she hugs him close.

"I don't try to be scarey, Ami. I brought you candy!" Bokuto exclaims with the candy in his hand. It seems to work for a second because she turns her head to look at him. He smiles at her and she makes a small 'hmph' and nuzzles her head in her father's stomach.

"Come on, bun. Don't be shy, your uncle is really cool.." his voice lowers and he mutters, "at least most of the time he is." Ami hears this and giggles.

"Okay papa... you gotta hold my hand though, just in case." She says shyly.

Akaashi nods his head confirming he'll listen to his daughter's request. She cautiously approaches Bokuto. He holds out the candy for her to take, without hesitation the young girl grabs the candy and remembers her manners.

"Thank.. you." she says to bokuto. He beams at her and nods.

"That's my girl, you've got great manners." Akaashi says with a very small smile.

Everyone turns their head to the door because they hear it unlocking. "Ami, mommy's home with the kitten!" You yell.

Ami jumps up and down quickly forgetting she was even scared, "What did the vet say?! Will Popcorn be okay?!" She asks all at once.

"The vet said Popcorn has perfect health." Ami squeals in excitement. She runs over to the carrier to open it up so her kitten could come out.

Akaashi looks at his daughter in awe, "she's just like you." You know who he's refering to. He believes that your daughter looks more like you but you think it's the opposite.

"Papa come hold Popcorn!" Ami says. Akaashi walked toward the cat carrier and picked up the kitten. Ami was a giggling mess.

"Akaashi! I always knew you'd make a good father!" Bokuto exclaims dramatically.

"Huh, you really think so?" Akaashi asks and Bokuto can't get a word in because you're quick to interrupt.

"We know so!" Well, everyone knows so. Akaashi is calm and rational after all. He completes you and your daughter.

Stay at home dad (i don't make the rules)

His daughter is a daddy's girl

He initially said no to a kitten but you and your daughter begged until he said yes

Pretty calm in most situations

Surprisingly didn't freak out when he found out you were pregnant

He did so much research on how to be a dad because he didn't wanna mess up

VERY protective of his daughter

He bakes with his daughter as a hobby

[magicshopaholic]

A Night of Firsts

Summary: Yoongi spends the night in the studio with the last person he wants to be with. Seokjin prepares for an important dinner.

Pairing: Seokjin x OC, Yoongi x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Best friends, coworkers; mild humour, banter, awkwardness, tension, angst

Word count: 12.8 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, smoking, mentions of pregnancy and sex

A/N: Tried something here (read: this isn't regular angst; it's cool angst). Takes place a couple of months after New Year’s Eve Eve. Banner by the lovely @hobeemin - thank you, Beezy <3

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @purpleseoul7

Listen to: "black sun" by death cab for cutie

seokjin masterlist | yoongi masterlist | main masterlist

“That was good.”

Yoongi’s voice takes on an encouraging lilt that sounds rather unfamiliar - to Miso at least. She turns and gives him a blank look, just enough to convey her acknowledgement of his tone.  

The young idol in the recording booth stutters a thank you, while Yoongi returns Miso’s glance with a slight raise of the eyebrows.

Miso struggles not to roll her eyes and speaks into the mic, pausing the track. “Yeah - but try it again, a little calmer and relaxed this time?”

The idol - his name escapes her - nods and repeats the line, his clear soprano ringing through the speakers. “How was that?” he asks expectantly.

She forces a smile onto her face with remarkable ease. “So good.” Keeping the expression frozen on her face, she turns off the mic and tilts her head towards Yoongi. “You see that was exactly the same as before, right?” she mutters.

Yoongi purses his lips to suppress a smile; once in a while, when Miso’s snark and sarcasm isn’t directed at him, she can actually be funny.

“He just needs some time,” he replies and turns on the mic again. “That was better, Jungwon,” he says to the idol, whose eyes seem to mist over at the compliment. “Let’s do one more take for comparison. This time, can you go a little higher at the end? It’ll sound more playful, natural. Yeah? Okay, let’s go.”

Jungwon sings the same line again, and even Miso can’t help but raise her eyebrows at the improvement. 

“Damn,” she mutters, giving him a thumbs up from behind the plexiglass. “What superpower is that?”

“Practical feedback,” supplies Yoongi, giving Jungwon a rare smile of approval. “You tell them what to do instead of what you want. Makes a world of difference.”

“Huh.” Miso nods, apparently impressed. “Guess it’s a good thing I got assigned to you. You may have a lot to teach me.”

“I don’t think this assignment is going to last that long,” he quips, giving her an innocent shrug as she smiles widely in response to his sarcasm.

“Um, hyung,” stutters Jungwon from inside. “I’m - I’m getting a call from my manager, so can I - can I -”

“Yeah, of course.” Yoongi shakes his head slightly as the door to the studio swings shut. “He needs to relax,” he mutters.

“That was the feedback I gave him. Wasn’t applicable enough, apparently,” adds Miso, swinging slightly in her chair. “Shall we listen to what we have so far?”

Yoongi motions for her to play it and leans back in his swivelling chair, crossing his fingers on his stomach and closing his eyes. The audio plays, nearly three hours worth of Jungwon’s hard work and almost a day’s of their own in production. Miso is equally silent until the track ends and for a few moments after, until Yoongi winces slightly.

“It’s not our best work,” he admits, sighing. “Maybe it’ll be better once we get that bridge arrangement from Donghyuk. He should send it over in a bit.”

“Can’t we just ask him how long it’ll take?” she asks, already reaching for her phone. “If it’s going to take all night, the least we can do is get some sleep before working on it in the morning.” She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “God, I hope it takes all night.”

“You would think,” he says, stretching and rolling his chair closer to the controls, “but we need to mix the whole thing tonight. Marketing wants a sample in the morning so they can decide whether or not it can go in the soundtrack package of the group’s video game.”

Miso is quiet for a moment. “In that case, it can’t get done fast enough. I’m going to go next door and follow up with Donghyuk.” 

“Be my guest,” he mutters, putting on a pair of headphones.

She’s about to leave when she stops and turns, the door half open. “Maybe we can sweet talk Marketing into giving us an extension. What was that manager’s name again? Seulgi?”

—

“Wait, what’s his girlfriend’s name again? Seulgi?”

Nari shrugs noncommittally as the elevator pings and opens up on Seokjin’s floor. They step out into the dim lighting, Nari’s heart jerking uncomfortably with every beat. The closer she gets to this dinner, the more it feels like a terrible idea. 

But Seokjin proposed it - a double date - and she had no choice, especially when he offered it at a high school reunion, surrounded by their hometown and their old friends. It was Seokjin’s way of extending an olive branch. That far away from their everyday lives, it felt easier to talk to each other again, even forget for a moment how messed up everything was between them. It was a glimpse of their old friendship and Nari did what was necessary to hold on to it, which included saying yes to dinner with Seokjin and his new girlfriend.

A few feet away from his apartment, she halts. “Jason,” she begins, turning to him. Tall and freshly showered, in a black button-down with the sleeves folded halfway up his forearms, it occurs to her suddenly just how much she owes him for accompanying her tonight.

He tilts his head slightly. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just… thank you for this. I know it’s probably a little awkward because it’s technically a double date and you and I aren’t…” She trails off and is relieved to see him shrug easily. “But I’m glad you’re here. I owe you.” She doesn’t know how to word the fact that she’s glad there will be one person in her corner tonight, but from the knowing nod he gives her, he might just know.

Jason squints for a moment and pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “It’s no big deal. Honestly, from what you’re telling me, I may be the only person for whom this night won’t be awkward,” he points out. “And besides, anything to get out of the hospital tonight. If I have to listen to Heejin brag one more time about the cool bone graft surgery she stole from me, I might throw a shoe at her head.”

Nari pauses. “So… you’re saying I’m doing you a favour as much as you’re doing me one?”

“Probably not as big, but, yeah.”

“Works for me.” Exhaling and forcing a smile, she begins walking again, this time not stopping until she’s actually in front of Seokjin’s door. She rings the doorbell, when Jason suddenly swears under his breath. “What?”

“Damn it, I forgot my inhaler in the car.” He pats his pockets. “I’ll be back in one minute, okay?” Patting her shoulder and ignoring her frantic shaking of the head, he jogs down the corridor and presses the elevator button, stepping in just as the front door opens.

“Hey.” Seokjin gives her a small smile and steps aside, motioning for her to enter. Nari steps inside, the familiarity of the hall making her nervous. “Where’s Jason?”

“Um, he forgot something in the car. He should be up in a minute.”

“Oh. Okay.” Seokjin shuts the door, their shoulders brushing momentarily. He’s in black, too, the collar of his shirt open and the hollow of his neck exposed. He’s in slacks, though, and barefoot, something oddly and heartbreakingly domestic about it.

Nari slips off her shoes and follows him inside, somewhat regretting her decision to wear make-up tonight and trying to remember the last time she was in this house. It looks exactly the same, except for minor differences. She sets her bag inside by one of the chairs and is about to sit on the sofa out of habit, but stops herself at the last minute.

“This is for you,” she says, suddenly remembering. Retrieving a bottle of red wine from her tote bag, she hands it to him.

“Wow, thank you.” Seokjin nods and briefly skims the label. “That’s really nice.” He walks over to the open kitchen and places the bottle on the island where plates, cutlery and napkins are neatly stacked, ready for use. Pausing, he turns to her again.

“Do you want a drink?”

“I’m on call.”

Seokjin falls silent and nods. It occurs to Nari that he may have wanted a drink, but was trying to be polite. She considers asking for a glass of wine anyway when he speaks.

“Is Jason alright?”

“What? Yeah, I guess.” She shrugs. “We parked a little way down the street. Where’s, uh…”

Seokjin’s eyes shutter over slightly. “Seulgi.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Stuck in traffic. She should be here any minute.”

Silence again. Nari half-wishes she’d declined this dinner - or accepted the drink. Neither of those options would even come close to fixing anything, but they might have made this particular moment less unpleasant or completely non-existent.

“Thanks for coming.” Seokjin tries again. “I was a little afraid you might decide not to.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

There’s a moment where they hold each other’s gaze and she thinks he’s about to retort. She almost wants him to, not wanting to be the only one making this night uncomfortable. But then he simply nods once and looks away, slipping his hands in his pocket.

Nari swallows, already feeling a trickle of shame creeping up her throat at that jab. “The food smells great,” she ventures, and the smell wafting from the kitchen instantly seems stronger.

Seokjin cracks a smile. “Thanks. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, definitely. Kind of skipped lunch, so…”

He looks like he’s about to ask, but visibly changes tacks. “It’s bulgogi and japchae,” he states.

“Sounds good.” The awkward silence this time feels like a physical attack so she continues with reckless abandon. “By the way, you didn’t - you didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” she stammers, gesturing to the kitchen. “We could’ve just ordered in.”

“Oh, it was no problem,” he says immediately, shaking his head. “Unless… do you want to order in? We - we can, if you want -”

“No, no, of course not -”

“It’s really okay -”

Mercifully, the doorbell rings just then and both Seokjin and Nari break off abruptly. Exchanging a gaze of pure panic and a mutual relief, Seokjin moves past her to get to the door.

—

Meanwhile, Yoongi is hanging on to his last vestiges of patience. 

“Jungwon,” he says deliberately into the mic, “it’s not a contest. Okay? It’s a song about freedom. You’re not a trainee anymore and you’re not going to get cut at the end of the night.” Giving him an encouraging nod, he takes his finger off the button and sits back in the chair. 

“Trainwreck,” mutters Miso, sounding as annoyed as he feels. 

“Don’t,” he warns her quietly. “We can’t have him getting discouraged right now. He needs to finish recording this tonight.”

“Discouraged?” She frowns at him, looking slightly incredulous. “I think we passed discouraged a while ago. He looks like he’s about to burst into tears. You have maybe… twenty minutes before that bomb goes off.”

She’s right, Yoongi realises with some dread. “Jungwon!” he calls into the mic. “You’re doing great!”

Next to him, Miso snorts. “Dude, that convinced no one.”

“Not helping,” he hisses. “You know what, Jungwon? Take five. Go get a coffee and come back, and we’ll take it from the top.”

The young idol lowers his head, looking crestfallen, and slowly trudges out of the studio. 

Yoongi watches him leave before turning to Miso. “You know, you could try and help him through this.”

She raises her eyebrows. “And what is this exactly?”

“The - the process. Encourage him a little bit, make him feel like he belongs here. He’s just a kid.”

“A - he’s twenty-two,” she corrects him, looking unimpressed. “And I’m sorry, okay? I’m not his therapist - it’s not my job to hold his hand. My job was to mix the instrumentals and come up with a complete arrangement, which is what I spent all day doing,” she reminds him. “I gave you six options and at least one of them is decent.”

Unfortunately, Yoongi cannot argue with this, for she did provide him with a range of choices for the final mixing session. They’re better than decent; in fact, he’s having trouble choosing between two of them. She’s not a prodigy, but she’s talented - and is coming alarmingly close to churning out the kind of music he genuinely approves of.

But he isn’t about to admit any of this to her. Compliments with Miso are like navigating a field of landmines: take one wrong step and the dynamic between them is instantly changed.

“Working with the singer is also part of this job,” he tells her instead. “So is encouraging them and getting the best out of them. Or they’ll do a subpar job of it and your precious arrangements won’t matter because the finished song will suck.”

Miso sighs. “Fine. Let him come back and I’ll try to coddle him through the process. Just… stop pretending he’s a child.”

“You have no idea what he’s had to go through to get here,” he argues. “He was a trainee for four years. It’s absolute hell. The ones who are lucky enough to debut come out with more armour than you’ll know.”

“Seriously? Armour?”

Yoongi doesn’t respond, his cheeks heating up slightly. It’s something he never realised he did, saying things that sounded more dramatic than he intended. But Miso noticed, and picked up on it. It was one of many quirks in each other that they noted and leveraged, and this one annoyed him just as much as the others.

“Yes, armour,” he repeats, opening up one of Miso’s arrangement files from earlier today.

“Is it armour that’s keeping him here -” She checks her phone, “- three hours longer than he was meant to be?”

“It is, actually. It’s called hard work and sacrifice.”

The insult in his tone doesn’t escape her. “And obviously, I have no concept of either of those things,” she says sarcastically.

“Your words, not mine.”

“So that is what you’re saying.”

Yoongi finally turns to her, giving her a look. “Wasn’t that a limited edition Range Rover I saw dropping you off this morning?”

It’s Miso’s turn to flush, but she doesn’t look away. “I fail to see what business that is of yours,” she says coldly.

“People who get dropped off to work in their father’s fancy cars aren’t known for things like sacrifice, is all.” He adjusts a few settings and plays the track again but at low volume. It’s the third option Miso sent him earlier today; he overlays the audio on it and they listen to Jungwon’s latest attempt.

They’re silent for a minute and a half while the music plays, possibly the longest ninety seconds of Yoongi’s life.

“Well,” says Miso finally, when the track ends abruptly, “I think that’s enough sacrifice for one night. I think I need a smoke. You know, to let all of that armoured talent wash over my privileged self,” she adds dryly, getting up. “If you can take a break from Jungwon’s masterpiece for a minute, you’re welcome to join me.”

Yoongi doesn’t answer her, staring sullenly at the rubbish recording they have so far. It’s going to be a long night, and his options right now are attempting to salvage a second-rate audio sample or hanging out one on one with Kang Miso.

The answer comes surprisingly simply to him.

“Hey, wait up,” he says a moment later, pushing his chair back and standing up, feeling his knees stretch. “I could use a smoke, too.”

—

It’s only been an hour and yet, it feels like one of the longest nights of Seokjin’s life. He can’t tell exactly what’s wrong, though - other than everything. 

Seulgi and Jason arrived together, giving him and Nari some respite from the painful awkwardness that seems to have replaced two decades of friendship. After the initial ten minutes which consisted of introductions, typical small talk and serving of drinks, he was forced to acknowledge the lack of talking points in common between two doctors and two people in entertainment.

Jason, for his part, seems to be the only person keeping the conversation going with ease. Seokjin suspects Nari would have filled him in somewhat on the situation, but he can’t imagine what she would have said exactly. My best friend that you met that I slept with and told my mom was a no-go from the dating angle but still asked if he had feelings for me and got upset when he lied and then had a pregnancy scare with followed by months of tense conversation is inviting us to dinner with the girlfriend he met when he was supposed to meet me at a party?

It seems far too wordy, even for Nari. She seems to be cordial enough to Seulgi, though, whom Seokjin can’t thank enough for being so graceful even after a long day of arguing with producers, only to end the day having dinner with her boyfriend and the best friend he hooked up with.

“Oh, Jason,” she says, after a brief recalling of the discussion she had earlier today with Yoongi and his abrasive assistant producer, “your glass is empty. Do you want a refill?”

“Sure, thanks,” he replies, smiling and moving to stand up from his place on the sofa. But Seulgi motions for him to stay, already gliding towards the kitchen island where the opened bottle of wine is placed and bringing it back. “Thank you,” he repeats when she pours him a generous serving.

“You’re welcome. Nari?” She looks over at Nari, who’s said about eight words in the last hour. “Are you sure I can’t get you a drink? Even a small one?”

Nari pauses for a moment before answering, her facial muscles moving in what could be the beginning of a forced smile, but doesn’t reach all the way. “Like I said, I’m on call,” she says. Then, in a slightly lower voice, she adds, “Just like I was twenty minutes ago.”

Seulgi pokes her tongue into her cheek and her gaze falls slightly. She looks like she’s about to say something but finally decides not to, straightening up and placing the bottle on a coaster on the coffee table. 

Seokjin stares at Nari. “It can be non-alcoholic. Ginger ale or… lemonade or something?”

She gives him the briefest of glances. “I’m really okay.”

There’s another terse silence during which Seokjin resists the urge to close his eyes and sigh. He stares into his own glass of wine, the same one he’d started the night with. Much as he’d like to drown his annoyance in alcohol, he’s honestly a little afraid of what he might say if he drinks too much, and the last thing he needs is for this night to become any more uncomfortable.

“Uh, Seokjin,” begins Jason, making him look up. “Nari tells me you cook. The food smells great, by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s true,” he responds, nodding a little too hard. “In fact - shall we eat? If everyone’s hungry?”

There’s an awkward chorus of yeses and of courses as everyone gets to their feet and shuffles towards the dining table, a simple and elegant eight-seater adjacent to the kitchen. Seokjin stops at the kitchen and begins gathering the various serving dishes when someone approaches him.

“Need a hand?” Jason offers good-naturedly.

“Uh… yeah, sure. Thanks.”

They begin assembling cutlery and Seokjin turns on the stove for a few seconds to heat the food. It occurs to him that Nari and Seulgi are alone at the table; it makes him vaguely anxious.

Almost as if Jason is reading his mind, he speaks, forcing Seokjin out of his reverie.

“By the way, thanks for having us over.” He waits until Seokjin looks at him. “Obviously, the food looks amazing and… Seulgi seems great.”

“Thanks.” Seokjin nods, feeling an unexpected gratitude towards him. “She is. And… glad you guys could make it. I know you work a lot.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Nari’s best friend, right?” He half-chuckles, sounding a bit uncomfortable now. “Also, she’s not… she - she’s been working really long hours lately. Lost a patient yesterday… I’m guessing she hasn’t got a lot of sleep.”

It takes Seokjin a moment to realise this information is meant to be an explanation for Nari’s behaviour tonight, meaning he isn’t imagining it. He turns off the stove but doesn’t move, wondering how he’s supposed to respond to this. He gives Jason a sideways glance.

When he’d invited Nari to dinner, he hadn’t quite known what the status of her relationship with Jason was. In an effort to not pry, he’d simply said you can bring Jason, too, if you want. Evidently, she did, and while Seokjin can’t help but be glad about it, it still gives him no indication as to whether they’re actually together, although it seems fairly likely.

He wonders if he’ll ever be able to ask Nari about it, before remembering it’s none of his business.

Seokjin clears his throat. “It’s… it’s okay. I get it.”

Jason nods, looking rather like he wants to ask something but apparently thinks the better of it. “Nice shirt,” he remarks, a joking lilt to his tone.

Seokjin looks down to look at his black shirt before noticing Jason wearing the exact same thing. He cracks a smile, a real smile, and his face feels slightly better.

“You, too.”

When they arrive at the table, it’s to see Nari and Seulgi on opposite seats at the table, the head left conspicuously vacant. Nari is on her phone, while Seulgi seems to be nursing what’s left of her drink, gulping down the last sip when she sees him and Jason.

“Oh, thank God! I mean… looks great.”

Seokjin catches her eye and they share a look of amusement at her slip of tongue. He and Jason set the food on the table and take their seats next to their respective dates. 

“I think we can serve ourselves,” says Seulgi, picking up the bowl of beef and offering it to Jason. “Nari, do you want to start with the meat?”

“I’ll start with the noodles,” she says instead, barely looking at Seulgi and reaching straight for the bowl filled to the brim with noodles.

“I’ll have the meat,” murmurs Seokjin, taking the bowl from his girlfriend. He touches her hand meaningfully as she passes it to him and ladles some into her bowl before moving to his own.

Everyone serves themselves in relative silence, with only mutters about passing dishes around. 

“Oh, wow!” Jason exclaims and everyone jumps slightly. He points enthusiastically to the food with his chopsticks and nods at Seokjin appreciatively. “This is excellent.”

Seokjin smiles back and nods. “Thanks, I’m glad you like it. Are the scallions chopped appropriately this time?” he asks Seulgi, a little teasingly, referring to an inside joke.

She laughs and pats his shoulder. “They’re perfect.”

He grins and looks diagonally across at Nari, who’s sweeping a mouthful of japchae into her mouth. “Nari?” he prompts after a moment.

Nari waits to swallow before looking up at him, her face slowly relaxing into the first genuine smile of the night. “It’s really good,” she agrees softly.

His chest suddenly feeling lighter, Seokjin smiles back and nods. Maybe Jason was right - maybe she was actually just tired and hungry, for now that she’s eating, she seems to be marginally more participative. It’s still Seulgi and Jason carrying the conversation like champions, with Seokjin joining in occasionally, but Nari is at least listening and chuckling on cue, which is a decided improvement from where they began.

Maybe it’s his imagination, but the entire mood of the night improves after that. Jason seems relieved as well; he responds to Nari encouragingly and - Seokjin notes with a twinge of envy he didn’t expect - with an indulgence that can only come with extensive familiarity.

In theory, it increases the likelihood of them being a couple. However - and Seokjin has absolutely no way to back this up except that he knows Nari - he doesn’t think they actually are together. There’s smiling, quiet laughing, shared looks and amused nodding, all of which could indicate a relationship but could also be signs of a really good friendship, for weren’t all of these things that he and Nari did as well, for years?

“Hey.” Seulgi nudges him. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” he says immediately, squeezing her knee. He tries not to read too much into the lingering look she gives him before turning away, and resolves to focus on more appropriate topics.

It works for a while; Jason tells them all about a fellow resident who irritates the life out of him, complete with a mimicry of her which, if Nari’s reaction is anything to go by, is completely accurate.

“She sounds like a nightmare,” comments Seulgi, shaking her head sympathetically.

“She’s actually not that bad,” disagrees Nari, slapping Jason’s shoulder lightly. “You made her look bad in the skills lab last week when she was just trying to ask a question.”

“And I apologised,” he reminds her. “I let her get a full night’s sleep, even when the ER was flooded with all those pesky, cool surgeries,” he adds with a straight face.

Nari snorts while Seokjin lets out a low whistle. “Wow. You guys are cutthroat.”

Jason shrugs. “Part of the job. I’m sure your jobs are, too, no? Dealing with fame can’t be easy - I would presume,” he adds quickly.

“Not as much as you’d think. Seulgi actually deals with artists and producers,” he tells them, gesturing to her. “That’s cutthroat.”

Seulgi chuckles. “I wouldn’t say cutthroat, but some of them can be a pain for sure.”

“Oh, hey, how did your meeting with Yoongi and his team go?”

“Oh, that.” She sighs and shakes her head. “They managed to talk themselves into a day’s extension for one of the demos.”

“Yoongi asked for an extension?”

“No, his assistant producer did. Kang Chanel,” she states with another sigh. “It’s literally impossible to win a negotiation with her. The last time we tried, that meeting got extended by hours - and we still couldn’t come to a compromise.”

“Damn,” remarks Jason, nodding. “Can’t imagine that. Negotiation is my worst fear - well, Nari’s worst fear for sure,” he adds with a grin at her.

“Yeah, that wasn’t a great night. But it looked up a little after that,” adds Seulgi, smiling at Seokjin. “Remember? It was raining and traffic was backed up fully on the route to my apartment so I came over here? He made me homemade jajjangmyeon,” she tells them. “It was the first thing I’d eaten in - what, twelve hours? And it actually felt like coming home. I mean, you know now that he’s pretty good in the kitchen,” she adds, gesturing to the food on the table.

It takes Seokjin a second to realise that Nari’s gaze is on him; when he looks up and meets her eyes, it’s like being hit by a bus. There’s more meaning in that one look than she’s acknowledged all night and even though she looks away after a moment, her gaze falling to her lap, Seokjin can hear the word echoing between them like a chant. Jajjangmyeon.

Jason laughs at Seulgi’s anecdote, and Seokjin is too preoccupied to realise that Seulgi doesn’t quite respond to it. He’s still looking at Nari, who seems to be done with dinner.

“Um,” she murmurs, taking the napkin off her lap and placing it on her table. “Do you mind if I use the ladies’ room?” Barely waiting for his nod from the corner of her eye, she stands up and walks away. There’s a moment when she’s about to enter his bedroom, presumably out of habit, before abruptly changing directions and going down the hall.

“Actually, I really need to check on this patient, too,” says Jason apologetically. “Do you mind if I -” He picks up his phone.

“No, not at all.” Seokjin watches him leave the dining area and head into the balcony, sliding the door shut behind him.

“Okay, what is going on?” Seulgi asks immediately, her voice low and level.

“What?”

“Something is happening,” she elaborates, twisting in her chair slightly to face him. “There’s a vibe, from… everyone,” she explains, and Seokjin suspects she’s diplomatically avoided using Nari’s name. “It’s like something has happened or is happening… and everybody is in on it but me.”

Seokjin shakes his head slowly. “I - no. I mean, yeah, it was awkward in the beginning -” He looks back surreptitiously in the direction of the guest bathroom to make sure there’s no one there. “But it’s getting better, right?”

Seulgi observes him, a slight frown on her forehead. “What happened between you and Nari?” she asks plainly.

He shrugs. “Nothing. I mean - apart from what I told you.”

“You hooked up.”

“Yeah.”

She continues looking at him, but he can’t detect any suspicion in her tone. “That’s it? You didn’t date?”

“God, no,” he answers immediately. “Never even came close. We - we hooked up a couple of times but… we never really ventured down the dating territory,” he clarifies, realising a moment later that he’s not even lying.

She sighs, biting her lip. “Then what is it? Did I say something? Does she have a problem with me?” she asks, dropping all attempts at keeping her concerns general. “I don’t - I can’t tell. Or is it Jason?”

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly, although he does have an inkling. But it’s too conceited a possibility for him to entertain. “You haven’t done anything,” he assures her.

Seulgi nods slowly. “You’re absolutely sure nothing else happened between you two? Are you guys fighting?”

“We -” Seokjin sighs, for it’s the question of the hour. “I have no idea. It’s a bit awkward right now, I know. It’s complicated.” He pauses, wondering where to begin. “We hooked up, it was fine for a while, then that party happened where you lent me the wrist brace… oh, then I snapped at her at my brother’s wedding - but we resolved that…” He’s just thinking out loud at this point, frowning and pressing a finger to his mouth. “Then we had that pregnancy scare and then I was supposed to meet her at this fundraiser - I guess she’s still mad about that… but we were fine at the reunion last month, too, so I don’t -”

“Wait. Back up.” Seulgi interrupts him. “You guys had a pregnancy scare?”

“Um, yeah,” he answers, a little uneasily. “It was… we were stupid - but I swear, it’s the only time I’ve ever not used a condom, if that’s what you’re -”

“And it was after your brother’s wedding? Didn’t your brother get married, like… six months ago?”

Seokjin hesitates. “Uh… something like that.” When she doesn’t say anything, just frowns deeper as though just realising something, he feels his heart start to race uncomfortably. “Seulgi, what -”

“You thought she was pregnant?”

“But she wasn’t,” he clarifies, still sure he’s missing something. “It was genuinely just a scare.” 

“Pregnancy scares aren’t just scares,” she disagrees, looking a bit incredulous now. “They’re - they’re terrifying. And you two -” She touches her fingers to her temples. “Oh, my God,” she whispers. “You thought she was pregnant…”

“Seulgi -”

But before Seokjin can continue, the balcony door slides open with a sound and Jason returns. A second later, the bathroom door unlocks and Nari appears, running a hand through her hair.

Seokjin chances a glance at Seulgi, who’s staring at her plate, still looking troubled. With his heart sinking slightly, he looks around the table and forces a smile.

“Dessert, anyone?”

—

“Wow.” Yoongi sits back and raises his eyebrows.  

“I know.” Miso nods, albeit sounding less surprised. “That was actually good. Tonight may not be a complete waste after all.”

“Was that better?” Minji, the featured artist, asks from inside the recording booth. Next to her, Jungwon looks daringly hopeful.

“Much better,” says Yoongi into the mic, giving them a thumbs up. 

“Great.” Minji gives them a satisfied smile and hooks her headphones on the mic. Next to her Jungwon follows suit. “Does that mean we can take five?”

“Sure,” says Yoongi, too relieved to deny them anything right now. “Come back quick, though. I want to listen to the last version together and make any changes, if needed.”

Both the artists nod and duck out, leaving him alone with Miso.

“Thank God,” he sighs, stretching in his chair and running his hands over his face. “I think I could cry,” he adds dryly.

Miso frowns, looking amused. “It wasn’t that good. But a definite improvement. We can work with it now, at least.”

Yoongi nods as she rolls her chair closer to the controls and starts layering the recording over the instrumentals. “Try starting it half a second after the beat,” he advises, watching as she nods and obliges. They listen to it in silence and she turns briefly to give him an appreciative nod.

“Sounds good.”

“Thanks.” He checks his watch. “Jesus, it’s eleven pm. Can you think how much sooner we could’ve had this track if we’d scheduled Minji to come in earlier?”

“Wouldn’t matter because Donghyuk is still going to take all night,” she reminds him, her eyes focused on the laptop screen.

“Yeah, but we could’ve had more time to experiment with the track.” He shakes his head. “Anyway. Lesson learnt. Minji is our secret weapon to get the talent out of Jungwon.”

To his surprise, Miso chuckles. “Is she ever.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“What?” When he doesn’t answer, Miso twists her shoulders to look at him. “Wait, are you serious?”

Yoongi starts to feel a familiar annoyance brewing at her superior tone but tries to keep it at bay, at least until they’re done with their work. He frowns mildly back at her, as though he doesn’t quite care what she’s getting at.

“Serious about what?”

“Minji, Min Suga. You think she inspired some hidden talent out of Jungwon? In the recording booth?” She chuckles again and turns back to the laptop. “Dude, they’re totally screwing.”

Yoongi stays frozen in his chair for a few moments while Miso continues mixing the track, with disjointed sounds emanating from the speakers every few seconds.

“Okay,” she says, sitting back slightly. “I think we have a rudimentary version at least for Donghyuk.”

“What do you mean they’re screwing?”

Miso turns around blankly, as though already having forgotten what they were talking about.

“They’re… having relations?” she ventures, before shrugging and going back to the laptop. “I don’t know, what do you think screwing means?”

“They’re - no.” Yoongi scoffs but it comes out more like a choke. “You have no way of knowing that.”

“Really? You think Minji tutored Jungwon out of the goodness of her heart?”

“Yes,” he says forcefully. “She debuted five years before him. And we all mentor our juniors.”

“And sometimes, some of you sleep with them, too.” Miso shakes her head, still adjusting the track. “What’s the big deal, anyway? It wouldn’t be the first time someone hooked up with a coworker.”

“Yeah, but -“ Yoongi breaks off, for she’s right, but he’d sooner dunk his laptop into a fountain than admit that to her. “I still don’t think so. They were singing a love song; they were meant to sound like they were in love.”

Miso snickers. “I didn’t say anything about love,” she reminds him wryly, before tilting her head at the screen. “Can we try adding a synth kind of sound in this segment here?”

“Uh, sure, go for it,” he says distractedly. “I think you’re wrong, though. I don’t think they’re hooking up.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t look at him. “I’m pretty sure they are. I could tell by the way they were looking at each other.”

Yoongi squints at her. “You could tell by a look?” he asks incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am. That’s how I figured out my mother was sleeping with my twenty-two year old maths tutor.” When he doesn’t respond, she turns to him. “What?”

“You know, a lot of your stories would be more impactful with fewer details,” he informs her, just as the door to the studio opens and Jungwon and Minji enter, holding cups of coffee and looking fresh and energetic.

Yoongi chalks it down to caffeine. “Okay,” he exclaims, clapping his hands. “Are we ready to work on the track?” Without waiting for a response, he pulls the laptop to him and clicks on Miso’s completed version. “Listen carefully and tell me what you think,” he tells them.

“Sure,” says Minji, scooching a bit on the sofa so Jungwon can join her. “Hit it.”

Pointedly ignoring Miso’s knowing look, Yoongi plays the track. Both their voices flow out of the speakers, filling the recording booth for everyone to listen and provide their feedback. As the session goes on and Minji stops him here and there to give her inputs, Jungwon adds on to it, Yoongi discusses it and Miso silently observes and speaks only when spoken to, Yoongi feels his mood start to sour slightly.

An hour and forty minutes later, after several rounds of inputs and rough editing, Minji and Jungwon take their leave. With much more work in front of them, Yoongi watches them pack up a little sullenly, sighing deeply when the door closes.

“I hate this,” he mutters, before dropping his head back and groaning.

“Why?” Miso frowns. “That was actually productive. Minji had some good thoughts.”

“No, I hate that - that you’re right,” he says tightly, before sighing again. “They’re definitely hooking up.”

It takes her a moment to realise what he’s said and she laughs quietly. “What convinced you?”

“Just… the way they were around each other. He’s hanging on to her every word,” he adds, disgruntled. 

“Yeah, it’s nauseating to watch. But she’s making him more of a collaborator than just a puppet who sings,” she points out fairly.

Yoongi glances sideways at Miso, the irony of this statement not lost on him. 

“What?”

“You weren’t much of a collaborator right now, if we’re really going there.”

Miso stares at him, her face betraying nothing. “What are you talking about?”

“Please,” he mutters, turning back to his laptop but not really looking at anything. “You said maybe five words that whole session.”

“I was taking notes. And I’ll be translating every single one of them into edits. The good ones anyway,” she adds wryly.

“That’s not what I mean,” he says, more patiently than he feels, for not only is this his job, it might just be the hardest part of his job. 

She swivels her chair around to face him. “What do you mean, Min Suga?”

He doesn’t take the bait. “There’s more to being a producer than just mixing good tracks. You’re the creator of the song - you’re literally producing it. Collaborating with the artists is part of that process.”

Miso’s eyes flicker and she looks down at her lap, her jaw hardening slightly. “Is it so hard for you to pay me a compliment without tacking on a bunch of things I’m doing wrong?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “What?”

“You can just say my track was good. It won’t kill you.”

It might, he thinks. “Fine. Your track was good,” he admits honestly. “It was like something I would’ve made a few years into my role as a producer. You have an experimental mindset.”

She looks a little taken aback, as though she hadn’t quite expected him to be so blunt about it. The corner of her mouth twitches and she looks at her lap again before looking up. 

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“Jesus. No.”

She pauses before nodding stiffly. “Thank you,” she says nonchalantly, turning her chair back around to face the laptop.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, staring at her side profile. Her skin, already pale, looks translucent under the white light from the recording booth. He sees her glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

“And… point taken on the other thing.”

It’s as good as it’s going to get, he decides. He shifts in his chair to get into a more comfortable position as she starts editing the music. 

“We’re going to have to bring in Jungwon to redo this whole section,” states Yoongi a little while later, shaking his head at the same fifteen second segment they’ve been playing over and over again. “He sounds like he’s drugged.”

Miso chortles. “You may have to bring in his girlfriend, too, if you want anything useful to come out of him.”

He clicks his tongue in disgust. “Don’t remind me.”

“Oh, lighten up. They’re young, they’re working all the time,” she reasons. “It’s natural.”

“It’s unprofessional.”

“Really? You’ve never hooked up with a coworker?” she asks sceptically.

“Not that it’s any of your business but no, I haven’t. Not as a senior and definitely not as a rookie,” he adds, shaking his head. “He needs to focus on his work.”

Miso frowns. “Weren’t you the one that was on my case a little while ago about being too hard on him? And now you’re doing a one-eighty over something that, honestly, is none of your business.”

“How is it not my business?” he argues. “He’s underperforming unless she’s around, they took two very unnecessary breaks in the middle of our editing session, and they left before actually listening to the finished version,” he lists, holding up his fingers. “This is Jungwon’s first solo, in his first year of debut. It’s ridiculous.”

Yoongi can sense her curiosity at his outburst and he wishes he’d kept his mouth shut. But it’s late, the food they’ve ordered is still on its way, and Donghyuk doesn’t seem to be any closer to finishing his arrangement so they can call it a night.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little uptight?”

He bristles. “No. I don’t. But I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Oh, of course not, because I have no concept of professionalism,” she says sarcastically. “Let me just add that to the list of things I lack.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Way to make this about you.”

“Aren’t you making Jungwon’s personal life about you?”

He flushes again but rallies, giving her an extremely unimpressed look. “Everybody’s entitled to a personal life. Just don’t mix it with a professional one.”

“Interesting,” she says, finally leaning away from the laptop and he feels an instant sense of foreboding. “That lady from Marketing that we had a meeting with today, Seulgi - isn’t she dating an idol? I’m pretty sure I know his name,” she says, frowning deeply and snapping her fingers, pretending to remember before her forehead clears. “But I definitely know what group he’s in.”

A faint smirk flashes across her face, and Yoongi finds it insufferable. “Seokjin and Seulgi don’t actually work together. And his dating life is none of my business.”

“But wouldn’t that make you a hypocrite? What?” she asks when he groans loudly. “Afraid you’re losing an argument?”

“No,” he states forcefully, glaring at her. “I’m just pissed that it becomes an argument! Why can’t a conversation with you ever be easy? Why can’t it just be a conversation instead of turning into a fucking argument every time?”

“It takes two to turn something into an argument,” she points out, her eyes narrowed.

“Sure. But all due respect,” he caveats, “and no offence - I still have friends and allies in this company who are capable of small talk without constantly exerting their brains and superiority, which leads me to believe that you might be the problem here. And you know what?” he continues, cutting her off. “If I’m that argumentative, why don’t you just switch to another producer?”

“Because I got assigned to you, Min Suga,” she retorts. “That’s how it works. And as long as we’re talking about friends and allies - has it ever occurred to you that I don’t want friends who can’t make small talk without exerting their brains?” She huffs and turns back to the laptop. “It might explain why you’re the only person here I actually talk to.”

“Oh, that’s by choice?”

“Shocking, isn’t it?” When Yoongi doesn’t respond, she lets out a half-chuckle without humour. “What? Nothing to say to that?”

“No,” he answers, a little uncomfortable at this sudden change in direction. “Except… well, this might be the first compliment you’ve ever paid me.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go throwing any parades about it.”

A terse silence follows, broken only by the sound of the laptop keys and the random clips from the song. Yoongi glances at her with a mixture of confusion, inadequacy and frustration, her lips pursed and her eyes darting around the screen. The navy blue sleeves of her long-sleeved t-shirt almost reach her knuckles, her wrists thin and fragile against the table. 

Yoongi wonders how she’s surviving wearing it despite the heat in the studio, especially with a grey t-shirt over it, unless it’s her way of winning one over the heat.

He decides to chalk down this awkward end to their conversation to hunger. Still, it feels odd not to reciprocate it. He clears his throat, noting how the sound doesn’t make her flinch at all.

“You are not… unintelligent,” he ventures cautiously.

“I know that,” she replies casually, and Yoongi gives up. They continue working in silence for a few minutes, the silence still awkward but less tense. Something continues to bother him, though, their dialogue having come to a rather abrupt and unsatisfying end.

“I don’t actually care if they’re hooking up,” he says after a moment, in a low voice. “You’re right; it’s none of my business.”

Miso doesn’t respond, but spares him the briefest of glances, which tells him she’s listening.

“I was living paycheck to paycheck,” he murmurs, biting his lip. “I was delivering food and battling privileged rappers wearing designer crap at night to make money. Then I started training and the company I was training with had no money. Me and the guys, including Seulgi’s boyfriend, worked our arses off to debut and grow the company…” 

Yoongi trails off when the silence suddenly feels a little louder, and he realises he can no longer hear the keyboard of the laptop.

“Anyway,” he says flatly. “Call me conceited but I’m attached to this company. I feel I was part of building it and I feel like I’m a part of growing it. I don’t like people getting in the way of that,” he finishes in a murmur, a little embarrassed at his confession.

Miso doesn’t respond immediately, eventually exhaling softly. “You could’ve just told me that. You wouldn’t have had to exert your brain at all.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

—

“Nari, hang on a minute.”

For a moment, Seokjin thinks she’s going to ignore him, but at the last moment she slowly halts just outside his front door. Jason, a few paces ahead of her, also stops, but something on Seokjin’s face seems to tip him off about what’s coming and he clears his throat.

“I’ll go bring the car around,” he tells Nari, before turning to him. “Thanks for having us over. Dinner was great.”

“Thanks. Glad you could make it.” They shake hands and Jason leaves. Seokjin waits until the elevator door closes before turning to Nari, but she beats him to it.

“Are you?” she asks wryly. “Glad he could make it?”

“Yes,” he answers honestly, not elaborating, for Jason remained the least stressful person all night, himself included. But he doesn’t feel the need to explain this to her. She raises her eyebrows expectantly, arms folded across her chest, and Seokjin pauses. There is a lot he wants to say but he needs to play this just right, or it can go down an unnecessary rabbit hole he’s not sure he has the energy for right now.

“Nari,” he begins, then pauses again. “Do you… do you have something you want to say to me?” 

He tries his best to make it sound as less confrontational as he can, keeping his voice calm, hearing the genuine underlying desperation that he didn’t even need to consciously add. By the way Nari’s eyes flicker slightly, he can tell she’s caught it, too.

She hitches her handbag higher on her shoulder. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs. “Anything you want to say. Anything you want to ask. Anything you want to talk about, or - or clear up…” He purses his lip. “I can still tell when you’re upset. And I don’t want you to be.”

“I’m not upset,” she says automatically. “And it isn’t your problem, even if I am.”

Seokjin bites his lip and nods slowly. “You’re not upset,” he repeats for confirmation.

“No. Do I have any reason to be?”

“I don’t know. But if you’re not, then I don’t understand why you’ve been so annoyed all night,” he points out. “You barely spoke, you barely ate, you didn’t even touch the dessert that Seulgi brought -”

“I’m sorry if I hurt her feelings by not eating the store-bought dessert she picked up on her way back from work.”

Something jolts in Seokjin’s heart; for a moment, the woman in front of him is unrecognisable as Nari. “She was trying to be nice,” he says softly but firmly. “She’s been nice to you all night but you haven’t returned any of it.”

Nari scoffs. “She wasn’t being nice. She was reminding me - very subtly, I might add - where she stands and where I stand.”

He blinks. “I’m sorry - what? What does any of that mean?”

“She’s your girlfriend,” she explains slowly, like she’s doing so to a child, “and I’m not. I am a girl, though. But she’s your girlfriend. And she was reminding me of that. Not at first,” she admits. “But during dinner? And especially after dessert? That’s what she  was doing.”

Seokjin finds himself lost for words. The fact that the tension hit an all-time high after dessert is beyond dispute; everyone apart from Jason seemed to have given up any semblance of remaining diplomacy, with sentences becoming shorter and words getting more clipped, until a stretch of three-minute silence passed and Jason suggested he and Nari make a move.

Seulgi had definitely run out of patience by this point, choosing to speak much more sparingly. There were uncomfortable silences and lingering looks and sideways glances, all in response to statements that seemed completely innocuous. But he can’t imagine he would’ve missed something this blatant.

Suddenly feeling terribly tired, he shakes his head. “She wasn’t - I mean, why would she do that?”

Nari observes him for a moment, as though trying to work out whether he’s faking ignorance. Finally, she shrugs. “I don’t know. But I know women better than you do.”

Seokjin senses this discussion is getting away from him. “I - okay. Honestly, I have no idea what to say to that. I thought she was just being nice - and you admitted it, too, that she was being nice in the beginning.”

“I guess.”

“But you weren’t being nice to her at all,” he points out. “Can you blame her for giving up eventually? She was being welcoming because she knows you’re my best friend,” he says, noting the shadow that crosses her face at those words. “But you gave her nothing. Why? What did she ever do to you?”

Nari looks at the ground again and taps the toe of her shoe on the ground, and for a moment Seokjin wonders if he’s made a breakthrough. “Nothing, I suppose,” she admits in a small voice. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be taking it out on her.”

Seokjin almost sighs in relief; now they’re getting somewhere. “Taking what out on her? Nari, are you angry with me? If you are, just tell me. We’ll talk about it, fight about it -” He breaks off, shaking his head. “I’m sorry about the night of the fundraiser. I really am - I should’ve called or - or -”

She’s looking up at him now and it’s impossible to decipher what she’s thinking. Seokjin is faced with the sudden urge to hold her by the shoulders and make her continue meeting his gaze. He slips his hands into his pockets for good measure.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “But… come on, if you’re angry about something, is this really the way to go about it? Passive-aggressive digs at dinner?”

Nari shakes her head, a bit disbelieving. “Did you really think a dinner would solve all our problems?”

“I’m not even sure what our problems are!” he exclaims in frustration. “That’s why I wanted to talk about them! And for the record, I didn’t think a single dinner would solve anything, but I thought it would be a good start. I thought we could make it through one night - or at very least, fake it like grown ups,” he mutters, disappointed in everything, including himself.

She swallows and takes a step back, and it feels like a chasm. “Guess I’m not grown up enough for that yet,” she says finally, meeting his gaze with seeming difficulty. “But I’m glad you found someone who is.”

“Don’t make this about her.” He tries to firm but it sounds more pleading than anything. “If you have a problem with me, tell me. Or there’s no point to any of this.”

“That’s the thing, though,” she says, and there’s an air of finality to it. “There’s no point talking about the problem because it’s not going to change anything.”

Seokjin has nothing to say to that. Instead, he watches Nari turn around and leave, his heart sinking.

Nari doesn’t stop until she’s out of the building and inside Jason’s car. He’s parked across the street, tactfully keeping his distance, no doubt due to the heart-to-heart he thinks she’s having with her best friend.

Best friend. The words feel like rote; she doesn’t know if they’re quite true right now, but she knows for sure that they’re not untrue. It’s both sad and comforting.

“Everything okay?” Jason asks lightly as she straps herself in.

“Totally,” she mutters, busying herself with the buckle, her hair covering most of her face. “Are you going back to the hospital?”

“Well, no one’s called me. I was thinking about taking advantage of it,” he tells her. “Stay in. Catch up on some sleep.” He starts the car. “Do you want to head back or pick some ice cream on the way? You didn’t eat dessert,” he reminds her, his tone still light.

Nari nods absently. It’s starting to drizzle slightly; just a light spray, not even enough to warrant the wipers. She glances up at Seokjin’s building, at the lights in the apartments on the top floor. 

She’s not sure if one of them is his, or if his apartment even faces this side of the street. But she pictures him anyway, silent and annoyed at her, cleaning up his kitchen along with Seulgi. 

Her throat burns a little and she recognises the onset of her emotions finally creeping up on her - starting with shame.

She can’t afford it, though. There’s only one thing she does when this happens, when she’s overwhelmed, when it’s all just too much. There’s only one place she goes, one place she’s ever gone. But that place is no longer available to her.

Swallowing everything before it has a chance to hit the surface, she turns to Jason.

“Actually,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear, “can we go back to your place?”

—

Seokjin trudges back into his apartment once it’s clear Nari isn’t coming back. He’s not sure what he was hoping for; perhaps a change of heart, or her annoyance getting the better of her - anything to move this painful stalemate along.

He rubs his eyes and heads to the dining area to help Seulgi, who’s putting the wine away.

“That went well,” he says tiredly, leaning backwards against the table. He needs sleep.

“Didn’t it?” Seulgi mutters in reply.

Seokjin frowns a little belatedly, wondering if he’s imagining the bite in her response. He tries again. “Do you need some help?”

“I got it.”

“Okay, hang on,” he says, unable to believe it. “Are you angry with me, too?”

She starts folding the placemats, not meeting his gaze. “Why would you say that?”

He scoffs loudly. “Seriously? How did I manage to piss both of you off tonight?”

Seulgi chucks an unfolded placemat on the table and finally looks up at him, glaring with a hand on her hip. “Not that I don’t love being lumped together with your… ex… sex friend, but I was doing my best.”

“I know! That’s what I was -”

“But you ambushed me!” she interrupts, looking upset. “With your - with all your history together. You told me about it in the middle of dinner with her - God, Seokjin, what the hell was that?”

“What are you talking about?” he exclaims. “I told you we hooked up, before I ever invited her to dinner.”

“Yeah, and the way you said it made it sound like you made out once when you were twenty,” she snaps. “Not that it was happening recently enough for it to still be awkward. Not to mention a pregnancy scare that happened less than a year ago?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Seulgi opens her mouth but then closes it, as though unable to decide what to say. Eventually she closes her eyes and turns away slightly.

“I’m sorry if you felt ambushed,” he ventures uneasily. “But that wasn’t my intention. I just didn’t want to get into something that wasn’t relevant to this -“

“But how is it not relevant?” she interrupts him again. “She’s your lifelong best friend, but not a completely platonic one. And then you invite her over, she’s totally weird with me the whole time, and that’s when you choose to tell me you guys slept together? Of course I felt ambushed, Seokjin! And then I got defensive and - God, I was such a bitch,” she mutters, dropping her face into her hands.

This is unexpected. “Wait, what? No, you weren’t.”

“Yes, I was. Towards the end, I totally was,” she insists. “I was taken off guard, I was on edge and I went into fight or flight mode. Or… girlfriend-faced-with-boyfriend’s-ex-fling mode,” she finishes, shaking her head and looking embarrassed.

Seokjin wracks his brain, wondering if two glasses of wine were possibly enough for him to not notice something both Nari and Seulgi seemed to have observed and reacted to.

“She was never a fling,” he says weakly, but Seulgi doesn’t even seem to hear him.

“And then you tell me there was a pregnancy scare,” she continues after a moment. “In the middle of dinner, just when we’re -“

“What is it with you and the pregnancy scare?” he exclaims in frustration. “It was eighteen hours of tension and that’s it! It lasted less time than a flu!”

“Okay.” She takes a deep breath. “What did you do when you thought she was pregnant?”

“I freaked out,” he says immediately. “A lot.”

“That’s not - okay, what did you say to her when you thought she was pregnant?” Seulgi amends, sounding as though it’s taking everything in her to remain patient.

“I…” Seokjin hesitates; this isn’t a situation he wants to relive. “I told her I’d be there for her. Of course I did, Seulgi,” he says quickly when she doesn’t respond. “It was the decent thing to do - you can’t be mad at me for trying to be a good guy.”

But Seulgi shakes her head slightly, and it’s clear that this isn’t her problem. She isn’t meeting his eyes; her gaze is somewhere near his elbow. 

“You can’t… intend honestly to be there for her for the rest of her life,” she begins slowly, as though choosing every word carefully, “and then the next day, just… not feel that anymore.”

There’s a few moments of silence while Seokjin processes this. He can’t fathom how this evening got so far away from him, and he has absolutely no idea where it can possibly end.

“Look, that situation was… it was very stressful, okay? For both of us,” he explains, taking a step closer. “I don’t - I don’t know what I’m supposed to have done. I did mean what I said to her then. But it doesn’t have a bearing on how I feel now, for you.”

Seulgi gives him a small nod, still not looking at him.

“I know it’s awkward between Nari and me now and - and I need to figure that out. But if you’re worried that there’s something going on with us - there isn’t.”

She exhales and after what feels like many, many moment, she drags her gaze to meet his. “She’s your best friend,” she states softly.

“Yeah. And you’re my girlfriend.”

“That… doesn’t matter,” she mutters under her breath, shaking her head and looking at the floor again. He’s sure he wasn’t meant to hear that but he did, and his heart sinks. “Not in the way that you think,” she adds, slightly louder now.

Seokjin has no response to this. He feels exhausted, cornered and frustrated all at once and he sighs, rubbing his eyes and leaning backwards against a chair.

“I can’t change the past, Seulgi,” he says tiredly. “I don’t know what you want me to do right now.”

“Nothing,” she answers, sounding slightly surprised at this question. “I know you can’t change anything. I just wish you’d told me,” she says after a moment. “Before I sat down to dinner with her.”

He nods, but words of apology don’t come to him at the moment. “Can we just head to - where are you going?” He follows her to the living room where she picks up her handbag, the designer logo glinting dimly. 

“I’m going back to my apartment,” she murmurs, shuffling past him to get to her shoes: sleek high heels. Even after a whole day, she looks perfectly presentable, as though ready for a meeting. 

“I thought -“ But Seokjin doesn’t finish the sentence.

“I know,” she murmurs, sounding a bit apologetic for the first time. “But I just need to… I need to go home. Take a shower, go to bed.”

He nods silently, placing his hands on his hips and looking at the ground. He’s suddenly aware of how huge his apartment is for one person only.

“The bulgogi was great,” she says after a moment. She waits until he glances at her, nodding once more. When he doesn’t say anything, she turns around and opens the door, stepping out and leaving him alone.

—

When the elevator pings and the doors open, there’s a moment when neither of them make a move to enter first. Yoongi opens his mouth but Miso beats him to it.

“Don’t say ‘ladies first’,” she warns him.

He freezes before rolling his eyes. “I was going to say ‘elders first’,” he says, a little smug. He expects her to take offence but she chuckles instead, sounding a bit surprised.

“You don’t care a jot that I’m older than you,” she says dryly, stepping in with him right behind her, and pressing the button.

“On the contrary.” Yoongi leans against the back of the elevator as the doors close. “You’re the one who told me on your first day that under no circumstances was I to call you noona.”

“I also didn’t ask you to call me Miso.”

“No, you asked me to call you Chanel,” he remembers, a little wondrously. It feels a little strange to believe that was less than a year ago; it feels like forever that she’s been in his orbit, the frequent and regular dose of unexpected conflict he never asked for.

“That’s right, Min Suga.”

“You still want to be credited as Kang Chanel?”

“Just Chanel. No Kang.”

Yoongi nods as the elevator begins moving smoothly. They don’t say anything for a few seconds, standing a couple of feet away from each other. Miso isn’t leaning, though; she’s slouching slightly, and her bony shoulders are visible through her t-shirt. A jacket hangs on the strap of her bag, the Burberry tag visibly at the back of the neck.

“Will I -” She stops abruptly. She turns slightly to look at him, a bit nervously before looking back ahead. “Are you sure I’ll be credited?”

Yoongi frowns. “Why wouldn’t you?”

She shrugs nonchalantly, but her slender fingers tighten around the strap of her bag. “You know. In case there’s a conflict of interest or something?”

“Right.” His eyes flicker to the designer tag on her hoodie again. It was on the sofa in the studio, he remembers, discarded casually with her bag placed on top of it. He watches her run a hand through her shoulder-length hair, not even seeming like she cares about the answer.

“Your dad’s a shareholder,” he says. She doesn’t turn, but he notices her stiffen, her dark eyes darting in his direction. “And you’re an employee of the same company. There’s no conflict of interest. It doesn’t matter how you got the job,” he adds after a moment.

Miso simply nods and says nothing. Yoongi tries to look away, but he can’t. There’s something different in the way she asked him that question, something almost doubtful, or hesitant. It makes him uncomfortable, the feeling of his resentment and annoyance with her wavering. It feels as though she’s disturbed the dynamic, and this is not a side of her he wanted revealed ever.

All of a sudden, the elevator jerks and the lights flicker before turning off, leaving them in pitch darkness.

“What the hell -”

“Don’t panic.” Yoongi hears himself say the words without realising it. He feels a movement next to him and immediately reaches out and grabs something, hearing her gasp just as the lights flicker back on. He notices his fingers grasping her forearm and lets go at once, feeling his face heat up.

Just as abruptly as the elevator had stopped, it begins descending again, quiet and smooth. Yoongi can hear his heartbeat in his teeth but he isn’t sure why; darkness has never been something that scared him. 

“Oh, the button -” Miso points at the pane, where all the buttons seem to have reset when the power went out. Both of them reach for it together and when Yoongi retrieves his hand, he feels a tug and realises the edge of her sleeve has caught on his watch.

“Sorry, I’ll just -”

“No, it’s okay -”

She tugs her hand back the same moment that he slips his watch out of the loose thread it’s stuck on and in the split second that her sleeve gets pulled back, Yoongi catches a glimpse of something on her wrist before she pushes it back down.

It’s only a flash but it stands out against her pale skin, a discoloured mark of some kind. For a moment he thinks it could be a bracelet, but there’s no indent visible through her sleeve.

“Donghyuk really came through, huh?” Miso says, but it sounds slightly forced.

Yoongi hesitates but then clears his throat. “Yeah. This way we get the entire morning off. We don’t need to be in by… two, at least.”

“Are you sure? I can come earlier, too, if you want. Maybe Donghyuk could use the help.”

“He’ll manage. Take the time,” he suggests, stretching his neck. “Rejuvenate.”

She waves a hand. “Overrated. I really don’t mind, though.”

“Noted. But Donghyuk will be fine.”

“I’m just saying -”

“My God, I have literally never had to convince anybody this hard to take a day off,” he interrupts, the tiredness of the day finally catching up to him. “Can’t you just…?”

“Fine. Just offering.”

The elevator doors open and Yoongi waits a moment for her to step out before following her. They head out outside the building into the chilly air; he exhales and wonders if he can risk a cigarette right now.

“Don’t.” Miso’s voice almost blends in with the wind. She’s giving him a knowing look while pulling on her hoodie, her bag placed on the ground by her feet. “You almost got caught smoking outside once.”

He really hates it when she’s right. “It’s one-thirty in the morning,” he argues instead.

She shrugs. “Your call. But if you smoke, you’ll have to share.”

“I don’t mind sharing.” As if to prove it, he slips his pack out of his pocket and offers one to her along with the lighter. They light their cigarettes one by one and smoke in silence, in a rare moment of peace together.

He notices the cigarette in between her long, pale fingers. The sleeves of her t-shirt and hoodie cover her knuckles, making the remaining part of her hand look white against the dark hoodie. 

“Good work today,” he says after a minute, when he’s almost done with his cigarette. 

The muscles in Miso’s face seem to relax a bit, but she still doesn’t smile.

“You’re giving me a compliment?”

“Only if you take it without a fuss.”

“Such a low opinion of me,” she laments, dropping the butt of her cigarette on the ground and crushing it. She looks up to see Yoongi raising his eyebrows and holds his gaze for a moment before picking up the stub and throwing it in a bin behind her.

“By the way,” she begins, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, “that thing I told you about my mom earlier? I was - I was joking. You know that right?”

Yoongi struggles for a moment to remember what she’s talking about, rewinding the night back to their argument about Jungwon and Minji. His gaze locks on her slowly once he remembers, but he makes no other motion.

“I mean… I made that up. To make a point.” She bites her lip before shrugging. “It’s just… she’s a socialite and the last thing I need is for some false rumour about her to start spreading.” She crosses her arms across her chest.

He doesn’t respond for a few moments but eventually nods. “M-hm.” He waits until she looks away before putting out his stub and throwing it in the same bin.

They step out of the courtyard after that and out of the Big Hit gates, the air cold and the streets deserted. Yoongi shivers slightly and spots his car in the building parking lot next door. 

“Well… goodnight, then.” Miso loosens her fingers from the strap of her bag in a gesture of farewell and turns around when Yoongi remembers something.

“Do you need a ride home?”

She turns around, looking far more surprised than he thinks is necessary. “Um… no. Why?”

He shrugs, thinking privately that he’s never quite had to justify this question to a girl before. “It’s the middle of the night? And I know where you live.”

“Oh.” She pauses but then shakes her head. “That’s okay, though. Thanks.”

Yoongi doesn’t know what possesses him to ask again. “Are you sure? My car isn’t a limited edition Range Rover; it’s just a regular Range Rover, but it’s not bad.”

Miso cracks a smile and it takes him a bit by surprise. “Thanks, but… my car is here.” She points with her hand in a pocket of her hoodie to the handful of cars parked at the end of the street. To be sure, he spots a sleek black hood, rather similar to his own, at the beginning of the row.

“You called your driver at one-thirty?” He tries to keep the judgement out of his voice. “Wait, when did you even call him?”

“I didn’t. He’s been here since nine pm.” She looks away awkwardly, presumably guessing where his mind is at. 

“He’s been here almost five hours?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes flicker up to meet his. “My dad… prefers to know my whereabouts,” she confesses slowly. “So the car waits for as long as I need.”

The wind seems louder somehow. Yoongi brings up Kang Jaesung’s face in his mind from months ago, in the midst of suited men in a lounge in his sprawling mansion, scotch in hand and a sharp, chiselled face. He glances at the limited edition Range Rover again, noting the tinted windows this time.

“Anyway.” Miso breaks the silence. “Goodnight, Min Suga.”

“Yeah,” he mutters as she walks away. He waits until her driver opens the door for her, she steps in and the car drives away, before turning around and heading to the parking lot.

—

Yoongi reaches the dorm at five minutes past two. There’s silence when he opens the front door, which he appreciates, but when he enters the living room he sees he’s not alone.

“Darkness, please.” Seokjin groans, muffled by a cushion on his face, lying along the length of the sofa with one leg dangling off.

“Jesus,” mutters Yoongi, a bit startled. “Hyung, what - what are you doing?”

Seokjin groans again and slowly sits up, wincing like an old man before slouching again and closing his eyes. “Isn’t it obvious, Yoongi?” He gestures vaguely at his surroundings, including an almost empty bottle of wine on the centre table. When Yoongi simply shrugs, he clicks his tongue impatiently. “I’m wallowing.”

Yoongi nods after a moment, dropping his bag on a chair and joining him on the sofa. “How’s it going?”

“Not bad.” Seokjin pauses. “You look happy.”

He stares. “I do?”

“Well, satisfied,” amends Seokjin. “Like you do when you’ve made some significant progress.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess I did. What about you?” He changes the subject. “I thought you had some big night planned at your place.”

Seokjin scoffs but it comes out more like a choke. “Oh, yeah. My best friend and my girlfriend are both mad at me for opposite reasons. And also sort of the same reason,” he adds, frowning. “Who knows right now. Anyway, it was too depressing staying there tonight. And the kids and I have a shoot tomorrow morning anyway, so…” He shakes his head and falls silent.

Yoongi nods, knowing he’s not required to say anything. 

A few moments later, Seokjin speaks again. “I brought some bulgogi and japchae. It’s in the kitchen.”

Not needing to be told twice, Yoongi immediately makes a beeline for the kitchen and returns a few minutes later with a microwaved plate of food and two sets of chopsticks. “I’m good,” mutters Seokjin, waving a hand when Yoongi offers him some.

They don’t speak again until after he’s done eating, wolfing down the food with scarcely a breath in between.

“Wow,” comments Seokjin. “It wasn’t that good.”

“Guess I was hungrier than I thought,” he replies, placing the plate on the coffee table and leaning back on the sofa, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly. “Thanks, hyung.”

“You’re welcome.” 

There’s a few more moments of comfortable silence. Yoongi considers asking Seokjin if he wants to talk but stops himself, knowing he will if he wants to. 

“Did you finish the track then?”

Eyes still closed, he raises his eyebrows. “No, not yet. Donghyuk’s going to mix the final version and we’ll check it out tomorrow.”

“You haven’t finished it?” Seokjin sounds confused. “I thought you said you’d made progress.”

It takes Yoongi a moment to realise what he’s talking about. “Oh… I did. It got a lot farther than I anticipated. It’s been a while since I’ve worked with a rookie,” he says, and Seokjin nods knowingly. “But I think Miso and I got most of it done.”

“Kang Miso.” Seokjin half-chuckles. “I heard she gave Seulgi a bit of a hard time today.”

“Sorry about that,” he says automatically, wondering a moment later why he’s apologising on her behalf but then remembering she is his assistant producer. “She can be a bit of a pill. But I think we’re coming to a middle ground of sorts, hopefully.”

“Sounds like progress to me. Quite the opposite of my night.”

Yoongi doesn’t respond, his thoughts drifting. Miso’s face right before she’d left swims to the forefront of his mind. Thin and pale, with the thick open hoodie engulfing her, there was something that had changed in her body language. He’d thought about it the whole drive, unable to put his finger on it. 

He thinks about the flash of colour he’d seen on her wrist, her strangely uncomfortable way of asking if she would be credited on the song she’d worked on with him every step of the way.

Something clicks but he isn’t sure what it is. Maybe it’s progress, but he doesn’t overthink it. Reaching for his phone automatically, he opens their chat and types on instinct.

Min Yoongi [02:25] Just remembered. Need to create a demo for the remixes. Should start ASAP - studio, 10 am tomorrow.

Her response comes a short while later, just as Yoongi is getting ready for bed.

Kang Chanel [02:40] As you command, Min Suga. See you then.

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- joel and tommy going to the zoo because the tiger sarah has been obsessed with for years has cubs now, and theyre finally letting them out today for the public to see: “wow, would ya lookat that—hold on, can you see em? hold on—here. that’s good, over there, you see em? i remember when you were that little, babygirl. wow.”

- joel in his work shed whittling another “super-sarah” action figure to send off to her as he talks about how work and the sites have been, stopping once in a while to explain what he’s doing to her just like he did when she was little and sitting there to constantly nag him with questions

- him cleaning up her room and changing her bed at least once a week, even though there’s s nobody there to mess things up or dirty the sheets. what he discusses with her during these tidying sessions varies from week to week, but lately he’s been updating her on tommy and his new girlfriend: “so they’ve been goin steady for just about f—can you believe it? just about five months, now. tommy keeps talkin about celebratin their sixth month anniversary, and i keep tryin to tell him that makes no damn sense, logic-wise—but anyway. i guess i’m proud of him. you’d be teasin him to all hell, seein how gone he is for her. so head over heels, his boots might as well be in the sky. i know you said your too busy ti be dating right now, but just for the record: you ever get that over the moon for somebody, i’d better not be meetin em over videochat”

speaking of tommy!

when uncle tommy sends sarah a video one time, it’s him drunk off his ass in joel’s backseat, phone pressed way too close to his face, singing out a slurred but impressive “sarah sarah bo barah banana fanna fo farah, me mi mo marah sarahhhhhhhhhh. good god, bubba, do me and your daddy miss you. he’s over here drivin me nuts—,” “i’m drivin you to your place, you ungrateful little—,” “shut up! anyway, hope you’re havin fun over there in the big apple—my lady’s from the big apple, did ya know? she’s amazin. i hope you’ll get to meet her when you come down for break. just callin because i felt like talkin to ya—you know, your daddy’s a fuckin asshole and never lets me in his fuckin videos, so—,” “tommy!” “what??? im talkin!!! anyway, miss you so fuckin much, buggaboo—,” “tommy!” “what???” “watch your goddamn mou—better yet, just get off the fuckin phone! drunk dialin like youre 19 again, you fuckin idiot—” “asshole! you’re the one cursin!” “at you! doesn’t count! hang up the fuckin phone!” “it’s a video, stupid! and you’re calling me an idio—OW! JOEL! JOEL! GIVE IT BACK—!” “seeya later, babygirl. your uncle’s a  nuisance. i love you.”

[mommypieck]

OMG I LOVE KINKTOBER SO MUCH IM EARLY AND IS IT OKAY IF I REQUEST A CHARACTER FOR A DAY? If yes I was thinking Jean and number 10🥺

(sorry im late)

༺ ♱ ༻ kinktober day ten: drunk sex

✿ jean kirstein

✿ punk guitarist hates groupies and you sure as hell aren't one but he makes sure to turn you into one but just for him

bitter taste fills your mouth as you take inhale of your cigarette. you're sitting on top of someone's car in front of some old record store with your friend mikasa by your side. mikasa made you go to a punk gig with her and promised you that they are going to be actually good, but all you could think about is how bad the main singers singing was and how the drummer just couldn't keep the rhythm. the only interesting thing about the whole show was the main guitarist although he seemed high out of his mind. but at least his hands were pretty. oh come on, it's been a while since you got laid so you had permission to think about some random punk guys fingers inside of you. someone's eyes woke you up from your daydreaming and your own fell right into the guitarists. he was watching your every move without even checking what his hands were doing. you raised your eyebrow at him, trying to get any reaction out of him, but he just shook his head, turning his head down to look at his guitar.

"i heard that some girls got to fuck the guys last week." mikasa said, punching your softly in your arm. you turned to face her, blowing your cigarette into her face. "what are you implying?" you asked as you gave her one large smirk. you could sense what she was thinking from the light in her eyes.

she's always wanted to be a groupie for some band and she didn't care that only few people knew this band. she actually dragged you were because she slept with the drummer few days ago and he was polite enough to tell her their next gig. you just hoped that the guy's nice enough to treat your best friend right. (and that he's not obsessed with sid and nancy as much as mikasa)

the show ended and the guys were more than happy to receive applause from the fifteen people standing in the parking lot. you chuckled to yourself, thinking about how every band started like this.

"come on." mikasa whispered yelled at you, dragging you by your wrist to meet the band. the guys eyed you as you stood in front of them, the guitarist slithering his arms around mikasas waist. there were other girls who came to meet the group so eventually every member got distracted with some girl for a night.

the only one who was missing was the guitarist, but you quickly found him laying in the backseat of their car, joint in one band, bottle of vodka in the other. the car door fully open, leaving you clear view of his tall mascular body.

"hey." he smiles at you when he sees you peeping at him. you look around, the sudden aloneness making you a bit more confident.

"hi." you mumble back at him. he watches you carefully, his eyes never leaving his body.

"wanna drink?" he asks you, holding up his bottle for you. you take his offer, drowning the liquor down your throat. he smiles when he sees you drink the booze with ease.

"you're so quiet," he says with light chuckle, "you're not a groupie, are you?" you shake your head at him and he only nods.

"not everyone is so eager to jump on your dick." you say with a smirk, looking him straight in the eyes. he raises one eyebrow at you, but he looks pleased with your sentence.

"is that so?" he asks, sitting manspread in the backseat, "you're a feisty one. i want you."

as much as you try to deny it, his attitude sends chills down your spine.

"i know you want me to."

and it's true, you want him so much.

"you look so innocent. are you sure you know how to suck dick?" he asks you, laughing at his own line. you drop down to your knees in front of him, taking his length into your mouth. the heaviness of his cock makes you moan out, earning a chuckle from jean. you start to move your head along his cock, trying to take him deeper. your tongue brushes against his vein, making jean push your head down. you choke when more of jeans cock hits the back of your throat.

"what's that? are you choking already?" he coos at you, loving the way tears fill into your eyes.

"how bout we try something different?" he asks, lifting you up and mentioning you to sit on his lap. his hands grab a handful of your ass and jean grabs your chin to push your mouth against his. the kiss is dirty and messy and you can feel the liquor on his lips, but it's addicting and you can't get enough.

"show me that pretty pussy." he whispers against your mouth and his hands already tugging your panties down. you sit naked on his lap as he watches you carefully.

"im talking those." he whispers, taking your panties and putting them into his car drawer.

he takes his cock into hand, brushing it up and down your slit before slipping into your warm cunt. you both moan at the stimulation. he takes hold of your asscheeks again, moving you up and down on his cock. he can't get enough of your cunt, moaning when you bounce harder. you roll your hips faster when you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"don't tell me you are about to cum, pretty girl." he says as he bounces you harder. you scream out as you cum in his lap. but jean goes even harder and faster, fucking you through your orgasm. you feel like a toy in his arms, just a toy he has for playing.

"cum one more time and im gonna stuff you full." he says, slapping your ass and bouncing you even harder. you cum and your mind goes black. you can swear you blacked out but the next thing you know is that he's shooting his cum inside.

"good girl." he whispers into your hair and kissing your head.

he helps you off his lap and you can't help but to cringe when you feel his cum running down your legs.

"what's that face for?" he laughs when he sees your discomfort, "don't tell me you don't like being filled with cum?"

he steps closer to you and you feel his arms wrap around your body.

"next time, im gonna fill you even more."

[tbznewberry]

Second generation vampire — Kim Sunwoo / OT11

While looking through your missing mother's old house, you find a recorder than tells you what happened ... and you met who did it.

Genre: horror, yandere

Warnings: death, yandere hint, bones

Inspired by Drink it MV

You don’t know why you’re here. You don’t know if it’s good, if it’s bad … or what the sound you just heard was. You’re sure that your late mother kept her stuff here. It was her property after all. You walk through the since long ago abandoned mansion, looking through dusty boxes and broken cabinets. You’re not sure what you’re looking for. Probably anything that can connect you to her. Your heart has been aching for years and now that you’re going to move, you want to give this one last try. Your dad has never let you come close to this house before, but now that dad isn’t himself anymore, who is going to stop you?

You sigh and walk into the bathroom. The door is barely hanging from its hinges and the lock is gone. You turn a newspaper from 2009 that lies in a box, finding something under it. A recorder. Frowning, you pick it up and press ‘play’. Firstly, you think that it’s broken because a weird noise is coming out of the small speaker … but you soon realize that it’s sobs. Your entire body freezes.

“P-Please …”, the female voice shakingly hisses. “Please help me.”

Your eyes go wide.

“Mom?” you whisper in shock, not managing to raise your voice any higher.

Her voice sounds just like you remember it. The same gentle tone, the same pitch in certain words … but the frightened feeling your mother seems to be experiencing in the recording causes your blood to turn to ice. You take a look at the date the recording was made and shiver. The exact date your mother went missing.

This is the last moments in her life, you understand.

Horrified, you press ‘play’ again.

“I shouldn’t have come here”, your mother cries, trying her best to keep her voice as low as possible. “I shouldn’t have bought this house. I-I thought it’d be a good house for me and my family … b-but …”

Silence. Only her fast breathing can be heard.

“I think they’re getting closer”, your mother whispers.

“Who?” you whisper back, wishing that she could talk to you. “Mom, please …”

“Something is wrong with this house … it’s already occupied. They … I don’t know what they are … but I’ve seen them, they look human. I-In the beginning I thought I was going insane … but I’m sure they exist now. I don’t know how many there are … but they’re more than I thought. I-I thought they were three or four … I think they’re more than ten.” Your mother sobs too loudly and forces herself to stay quiet. “They have been wandering the house at night in a group. They walked past me once … one of them turned their eyes to me. He saw right through me.”

Silence again. Your heart is beating in your ears. What did your mom go through?

“I think they’re coming for me now”, your mother sobs. “I can hear them. I’ve locked myself in here, but I don’t know how long I can keep them out.”

A harsh knock on the door causes your mother to choke back a scream.

“I-If anyone finds this … p-please try to find me”, she sobs. “I have to come back to my child. I have to get back to them.”

Your heart clenches. Your poor mom.

Another harsh bang on the recording causes you to flinch.

“Open up~”, a deep voice sing-songs on the recording.

You can hear that there’s something between, it doesn’t sound as clear as your mom's voice. Whoever the voice belongs to, they must be outside the door. You feel how your entire body tenses. You want to reach into the tape and help your mother, but there’s nothing you can do. You’re helplessly listening to the recording, wondering if you will have to hear her last moments. You can’t turn it off, this is the closest you’ve been to finding out what happened to your mother, the first time you’ve heard her voice in years.

“Lady, open up, we’re not going to hurt you~”, the same voice says and laughs afterwards.

It sends shivers down your spine. Who were these monsters?

“Come out, come out, little mouse~”, another voice sing-songs. “We just want to taste you. Your blood smells so sweet.”

Your mothers sobs grow louder. Loud banging on the door fills the recording. A large crash follows and then … silence. You listen closer and hear heavy breathing.

“P-Please don’t”, your mother begs weakly. She then screams. “Please! No!”

Something sounding like hissing and a loud, heart wrenching scream is the last thing that is played on the recorder.

“No …”, you breathe out and hide the recorder. “Please no!”

Suddenly, you hear a snicker behind you. You freeze.

“It was a long time ago I heard that scream”, a voice says.

It sounds identical to the first singing voice on the tape. You quickly spin around and are met by a man wearing a white shirt and a black vest. His pants are a toned red and ashy blue and his hair as dark as his eyes. His jewelry looks like small chains.

“You must have gotten lost”, the man says and lifts his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly. “Or were you meant to come here?”

“Who are you?” you ask with tears building up in your throat. You can no longer keep your voice to a normal level. “What did you do to my mom?!” you show him the recorder. “I heard your voice on here!”

The man frowns. “‘Mom’, you say?” He breaks out in a smirk. “So you’re the little child she was begging to return to?”

“Where the fuck is she?”

“I’m afraid you can’t see her. But you can come visit what is left of her.” He turns around and gives you a glance over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to know what happened?”

You decide to follow him, knowing that once you get to the stairs, you’re going to run for your life until you get out of the cursed house. You walk with him out through the open corridor before darting down the stairs. As soon as you get down to the ground level, he appears in front of you out of thin air. You manage to stop running just before you run into him. Heart beating quicker than ever, you start backing away.

“I wasn’t done with you”, the man says. “You said you’d come with me. You’re not leaving until you see your mother.”

“O-Okay”, you gulp.

He starts to walk upstairs again, giving you a warning gaze over his shoulder. You glance back at the door, finding that it’s now closed. Quickly, you feel the handles. Locked?

“You”, the man says, now at the top of the stairs. “Are you coming or not?”

“Y-Yes”, you gulp and start to make your way upstairs.

You feel like you’re going to faint at any moment. The man that was with your mother during her last moments is currently in front of you and you have no idea what to do. He seems to be able to teleport and the front door is locked. You’re on the second floor. You can’t jump out through any of the windows. They’ve been boarded up with planks. Only a few rays of sunshine manage to get through. You follow the man through the corridor until you reach an old door. He waits by the side of it as you stand in front of it.

“Open it”, he whispers and stands beside you, almost towering over you, his lips almost by your ear. “And find out.”

You gulp and let your shaking hand rest on the cold handle. Suddenly, you don’t want to see what’s behind this door.

“Open.”

And you do this time. You’re presented with a dark room. In the middle of it there’s a table with a box standing on it. You recognize that box all too well. The familiar flower on the side causes your heart to break. You walk in before you can think twice and lift up the box. Inside are a few bones. You tell yourself that it’s not your mother’s, but you don’t believe yourself.

“Did you find what you wanted?”

You flinch. You had totally forgotten that he was still by the door. He leans towards the door frame with his hands crossed over his chest.

“What … what are you?” you whisper with a shaking voice.

“If I told you, would you believe me?” he smirks. “Vampires.”

“Vampires?” you scoff, but something tells you he’s not joking.

Afterall, he’s still a young man after twelve years. He should have aged … shouldn’t he? And the teleportation … the covered windows … it all seems to make sense, although it shouldn’t.

“I heard that there were more than one in the tape”, you say and shoots him a glare. “Who killed my mom?”

The man’s lip twitches to a smile. “Why don’t you ask them yourself?”

The same weird blur appears behind him and suddenly, what looks like a dozen men stands there.

“Sunwoo, got a new friend?” one of them asks in the same taunting manner as Sunwoo’s used throughout their meeting.

“It appears so”, he smiles and gives you a cocky glance. “This is our dear lady’s child. She wonders who killed her. Do you want to answer or should I?”

Silence.

Sunwoo grabs a taller man by the arm and puts his arm around his shoulders. You frown.

“You see, Younghoon here had just been turned”, he says with false sympathy in his voice. “He was so hungry, we had to give her to him.”

You have to get out of here now. With one strong push, you manage to get through the crowd of proclaimed vampires. They laugh loudly behind you, the same eerie laugh you heard on the tape. Their laughter echo throughout the large house. Wherever you turn, one of them appears, blocking every possible way out.

“Stop!” you shout loudly. “Let me leave!”

“I’m sorry”, Sunwoo says. “But now that you’re here … we can’t let you leave.”

As if a clock had just turned, they start walking towards you.

[sourwolf-sterek32]

10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Jason Carver cannot date Chrissy until her anti-social sister, Y/N, has a boyfriend. So, Jason pays Eddie Munson to charm her.

Or

Basically an Eddie Munson fic based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You that nobody asked for.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: language, TW- child abuse

Previous Chapter

Chapter 6-

Eddie made a mental note to apologise to the rest of Hellfire for having to postpone their latest campaign because he was stuck in detention, but it was worth it.

To see that smile on Y/N's face when he was singing made everything worth it. The guys probably didn't think so, but D&D was going to have to wait. Wow, he never thought he would say that.

Mr. Chaplin sat at the desk in front of the class, ignoring them all while he read some weightlifting magazine. Eddie kind of wished he had one of his books with him to make the time go faster too. It had been a while since he was last in detention and he forgot how mind numbingly boring it was. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Chaplin?"

Eddie looked up at the sound of Y/N's voice to find her standing in the doorway. She gave him a smile when her eyes met his and that alone made his detection a hundred times better.

"What is it?" Mr. Chaplin asked, looking at her from the over the top of his magazine.

"Sir, I'd like to state for the record that Mr. Munson's current incarceration is unnecessary. I never filed a complaint."

"You didn't have to. He disrupted a classroom."

"There was only a few minutes left of class anyway. it didn't matter." Y/N argued, starting to sound annoyed.

"It still matters. Now get of detention unless you want to join Mr. Munson and the other miscreants."

Eddie shook his head at her, silently telling her to back down. This was a losing battle and by the look on her face, Y/N knew that too. She sighed, sending him an apologetic look before reluctantly retreating out the room.

The next hour felt like time was actually going backwards as he sat in that stupid hard classroom chair with nothing to do but fiddle with the rings on his fingers and stare at the clock.

But, eventually the minute hand struck 12 and they were all finally free to leave. What he did not expect was to find Y/N's Dodge Challenger now parked beside his van, the only two cars in the carpark left and he definitely didn't expect to she her sitting on the hood of her car with her head down reading a book.

Did she wait a whole hour for him?

"What are you still doing here?" He called out, walking towards her.

Y/N's head instantly shot up, a faint smile tracing over her lips before she bookmarked her page and closed the novel she was reading.

"Finally! I thought Mr. Chaplin was going to keep you in there over the weekend or something." She said, pushing herself off the car as he reached her side. "I went for a drive and bought some pizza, but I sorta miss judged how long your detention would last for, so I'm afraid it's probably cold by now."

"Pizza still tastes good cold." He pointed out causing her smile to reappear. "I know a place with a view where we could eat it, if you're down?"

She nodded, "I'll follow you there."

"Try and keep up." He teased, opening the door to his van causing her to snort.

"Like that'll be a problem for my baby." She said, tapping the roof of the Challenger before climbing into her car and starting it up, purposely revving the engine. 

He got in the van and pulled out the carpark, making sure Y/N was following him before he turned right down the road and started to drive in the direction of the old quarry.

Y/N kept up with him the entire way, not that he didn't expect her to and not that he really tried going fast either and before long, they were leaning against the hood of her car with a box of pizza sitting between them while overlooking the stunning view of the quarry.

"So, what's your excuse?" Eddie found himself asking as he finished his last slice of pizza.

"For what?" Y/N asked, glancing over at him.

"For acting the way you do?"

"I don't like to do what people expect." She answered honestly, putting her pizza down and looking out at the quarry. "Why should I live up to other peoples expectations instead of my own?"

"So, you disappoint them from the start and then you're covered, right?"

"Something like that."

"Then you screwed up." He said, causing her to look back over at him in confusion.

"How?"

"You never disappointed me." 

Her eyes softened at his words, a small smile spreading across her face before he leant forward and gently cupped the side of her face with his hand. To his surprise, she didn't pull away or shout at him, instead she leant forward and kissed him before he could make the first move.

The kiss caught him by surprise before he melted against her lips and started to kiss her back. His other hand rested over the back of her neck, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.

"Go to the prom with me." He whispered against her lips.

"Eddie..." She sighed, pulling away to look at him.

"Come on. Go with me." He insisted, but she shook her head.

"No."

She didn't catch him as the kind of girl that would like to dress up and go to prom or be around other students that she probably hated, but he kind of hoped that she would say yes if he had asked.

"No? Why not?"

"Because I don't want to. Because it's a stupid tradition-"

"Come on. People won't expect you to go." He pointed out causing her eyes to narrow at him and he knew he had been too pushy. Shit.

"Why are you pushing this?" She asked, and yep, he knew it. Damnit. "What's in it for you?"

"Oh." He chuckled nervously, shaking his head and wracking his brain for a decent answer. "So now I need to have a motive to want to be with you?"

Nope, that was not the decent answer he had been searching for.

"You tell me." Y/N replied, folding her arms across her chest defensively.

"Nothing. There is nothing in for me just the pleasure of your wonderful company. Okay?" He responded with a scoff, shaking his head before pulling a cigarette from his packet.

He didn't get a chance to even reach for his lighter before Y/N grabbed the cigarette from between his lips and threw it to the ground.

"Hey!" He exclaimed.

Y/N marched back to her car and there was nothing he could do except watch the Challenger speed off, the wheels screeching and kicking up dust as it disappeared in the distance. 

He had royally fucked up. Sorry, Jason.

-

Why had you snapped at Eddie like that? The poor guy was trying to ask you to prom and sure, he was being a little persistent about it, but he probably just really wanted to go and you had stormed off like a child and left him at the quarry.

God, you were so pathetic.

The weekend lasted forever which was usually a good thing, but you wanted to go to school to find Eddie and apologise. You contemplated driving out to the Trailer Park where he apparently lived, but you thought it might be weird to show up to the guys home, so you waited for Monday morning instead.

However, you didn't get a chance to speak with him between classes and suddenly it was lunch time and you still hadn't had the chance to speak with him.

You walked into the cafeteria to find it already full of students chatting and eating, spread out across all the various benches and your eyes instantly landed on the Hellfire table.

Eddie was in the middle of some dramatic story if the hand gestures he was using while he spoke were any indication. You watched him for a minute before Gareth noticed you watching and bumped Eddie's shoulder. That stopped him mid-sentence and Gareth nodded in your direction causing Eddie's head to turn, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

"Hey, Freak!" Jason's voice suddenly called out from across the cafeteria. "Where's your prom date?"

You turned around to find Jason standing on his seat and looking over at Eddie who just leant back in his chair, no phased by the mans words.

"I don't have one."

"Oh, we know. Just thought I'd remind you." Jason responded causing his fellow jocks and half the cafeteria to laugh.

Should you cut in and throw some shade at that asshole? Absolutely, that wasn't even a question.

"Hey, Jason! Where's your Championship trophy?" You suddenly shouted, catching his attention as he looked over at you with an unreadable expression.

"I... I don't have one."

You grinned, "I know. Just thought I'd remind you that you lost the game for the team last season."

The entire cafeteria burst out into fits of laughter and Jason's glared hardened, his jaw clenched shut. Oh, that seemed to have hit a nerve. Good.

"We really doing this, Y/N?" Jason asked, still standing on his chair like he wanted to be above everybody else. "Where were you during the Championship game last season? Oh, that's right you were watching your daddy get thrown in jail, right?"

You nodded, taking the hit because it wasn't like he was entirely wrong about that. But, you still couldn't stop the small tremor in your hands at the memory of the incident that led to your fathers arrest.

"Yeah, I was. And it was still better than watching you dickheads lose the Championship." You spat back, your fellow students laughing again.

Jason gritted his teeth and you knew he was really getting angry. 

"Fuck off, Y/N. No one wants you here. Your own sister doesn't even want you here!"

Okay, that hurt.

"Jason." Chrissy hissed as he jumped off the chair and sat back down beside her.

"News flash, Carver. I don't want to be here either!" You shouted back before you turned on your heels and stormed out the cafeteria.

You weren't sure where you were going, but you found yourself now outside leaning against the brick wall of the gym fighting back the tears that were burning in your eyes. Why were you even crying? You shouldn't let Jason's words get to you, but now you couldn't stop thinking of that night your father got arrested.

"Shit." You whispered to yourself, burying your face with your hands as you leant against the wall behind you.

You could still hear your fathers voice. Could hear him yelling and screaming at you. You could feel his knuckles against your cheek, his knee in your ribs. You could still smell his whiskey licked breath and hear the belt cracking like a whip.

That memory had been locked inside the deepest darkest box and buried into the back of your mind where you had hoped to never find it. But, of course that was never going to stay buried and all it took was for a mean comment by the local asshole for it all to come back up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Eddie's voice suddenly called out.

Shit. Why the hell had he followed you out here?

You turned your back to him and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. His footsteps got closer before his hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder causing you to full on flinch.

"Sorry, sorry. You okay?" He apologised, removing his hand as you took a deep breath and turned back towards him, his expression softening when he saw the redness in your eyes. "Hey, it's okay. You're okay, don't listen to the shit that prick says. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

You sniffed, leaning back against the wall with a sigh.

"Except he does. My dad was thrown in jail. That's why I moved back here to live with mum."

Eddie simply nodded, no judgement in his eyes as he stepped to the side and leant against the wall beside you.

For the longest moment, neither of you said anything as you stood there in silence overlooking the school oval before Eddie spoke up.

"My dad's in jail too."

"I'm sorry." You said, glancing over at him.

"Nah, don't be. My dad was an A grade asshole. Uncle Wayne took me in though and he's great, so everything worked out in the end."

You nodded, unsure of what to say as Eddie pulled out a cigarette and stuck it between his lips. He patted the pockets of his jeans for his lighter before cursing softly under his breath.

"Here." You said, pulling out your own lighter.

Eddie leant forward, the cigarette still between his lips as you flicked the zippo open and lit the end for him. He gave you an appreciative nod and took a drag before lowering the cigarette with a slow exhale and glancing back at you.

"You don't have to talk about it. Just give me the word and I will shut up, okay? But... the night of Steve's party, you told me your father put those scars on you. Did him getting sent to jail have anything to do with that?"

"This some kind of therapy session, Munson?" You asked with a smile that you knew didn't reach your eyes.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, "if you want it to be. Like I said, I'm a good listener."

You didn't say anything for a few minutes, unsure if you could even bring yourself to say it. Just the mere thought of saying it out loud made you feel sick. But, you knew if you didn't tell Eddie, right here, right now, than you'd never say it at all.

Eddie must have noticed your nerves because he held out his cigarette towards you with a questioning look. Without hesitation you grabbed it and took a drag, but immediately started coughing and handed it back to him.

"First time you've smoked?" He asked, a small smirk of amusement on his face.

"That obvious?"

Eddie just smiled, fiddling with the cigarette between his fingers, "look, you don't have to tell me about your dad if it's too much, okay? We can just stay out here until you feel ready to go back inside."

"No, no, it's okay. It's just... it's a long story."

"I got nowhere else to be, sweetheart." He replied softly.

"During spring break back in California, I went to a party. There was a lot of alcohol there and everyone was drinking, so I did too. I didn't want to, but everyone else was drinking, so I did. Then when I came home, I was a little drunk and accidently woke my dad up... he was angry. But, he got even angrier when he realised that I had been drinking which was so fucking hypocritical of him because he was still drunk from drinking all day. He got mad. Madder than I had ever seen him. He threw me around a little, yelled about how irresponsible and pathetic I was. He started to hit me, not like it was the first time though. Then he got his belt out. My back still hadn't healed from the last time he used it a few nights prior, so it was bad. He got angry when my blood started to stain the carpet as if it wasn't his fucking fault I was bleeding in the first place. Then, uh, he... he... well, it's easier to just show you."

You spoke quickly hoping if you said it all at once it would make it easier. But, it didn't. It still hurt and there were tears now blurring your vision as you reached down and lifted the bottom of you shirt up.

"Jesus Christ." Eddie gasped, staring down at the scar you knew was visible. "Is that... is that from a knife?"

You nodded, "he tried to kill me. Thought his life would be better without me in it. Jokes on him because he's now rotting in jail for attempted murder, but I guess he did end up getting what he wanted. I'm not in his life anymore."

You lowered your shirt, but Eddie didn't look away, still staring at the same spot with wide, almost terrified eyes.

"How... how did you survive?" He eventually asked.

"Yanked the knife out and bolted out the house before he could catch me. I ran to the neighbours for help."

"You yanked the knife out? You do know that is like the one thing you're not meant to do when stabbed, right?"

"Yeah, no shit. I know that now. It started bleeding like a bitch when I did it, really freaked Mr. and Mrs. Jones out from next door though." You replied with a soft chuckle, despite the tears swimming in your eyes.

When Eddie didn't say anything, you shifted your gaze from the floor and back to him, only to find his own eyes also filled with unshed tears and your heart shattered.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, not for me. I'm not worth your tears, Munson." You whispered, stepping in front of him and cupping his face with your hands. "Look at me, I'm not worth it."

"You're worth everything, Y/N. And... and you shouldn't have had to go through that."

His voice was barely above a whisper as silent tears trickled down his face which is what sent you over the edge too, your own tears falling as you brushed his away with your thumb.

"I know. But, he's gone now and I'm with my mum whose still a bitch, but at least she isn't going to stab me. It all worked out in the end, and I got to meet you. If dad didn't do what he did, I wouldn't have come back to Hawkins and I wouldn't have met you." You explained causing Eddie to smile softly. "If I had to do it all again just to meet you, I would."

"Don't. Don't say that." He whispered, shaking his head.

"It's the truth. I like you, Eddie. It kinda scares me how much I actually like you which I guess is why I freaked out the other day about the whole prom thing. I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't apologise. We don't have to talk about that now. Honestly, prom is the furthest thing from my mind right now-"

"I'd like to go with you." You said, cutting him off.

"What?"

"To prom. I'd like to go to prom with you."

Eddie opened his mouth to responded, but quickly closed it again and stared at you in shock causing you to chuckle. "You seem more surprised by that than finding out about my dad."

"Honestly, I kinda am." He admitted.

You smiled softly at him before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. Your hands were still cupping his face as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body until you pressed up against him.

"You really want to go to prom with me?" He asked, pulling away as he looked down at you.

You smiled, kissing him again. "Does that answer your question?"

"You might have to do it again. I'm not quite sure I understood." He joked causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're an idiot." You said affectionately, resting your head against his chest while Eddie held you. "But, you're my idiot now."

"I like that sound of that." He replied, kissing the top of your head.

-

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Written By: Valerie Simpson & Nickolas Ashford

Artist: Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

Released: 1967

“Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” marked the first collaboration between soul artists Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell in terms of releases. It was the first single from their debut album United where it also appeared as the opening track on the record. Although they kept their relationship as professional as could be, the two were practically inseparable with most describing them as “brother and sister.” At Terrell’s funeral after her tragic death at the mere age of 24, her mother barred everyone at Motown from attending except Gaye (who also delivered the eulogy) as she felt he was her only friend there. Perhaps there really was no mountain, valley or river that could ever come between them. The song was listed by writers of the UK publication NME as one of the Top 150 Singles of All Time, and the song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999. The song would go on to be covered by dozens of artists, including Diana Ross, The Supremes and The Temptations, as well as the songwriters Ashford & Simpson among others.

[Verse 1] Listen, baby Ain't no mountain high Ain't no valley low Ain't no river wide enough, baby If you need me, call me No matter where you are No matter how far Don't worry, baby Just call my name I'll be there in a hurry You don't have to worry 'Cause, baby, there [Chorus] Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you, babe [Verse 2] Remember the day I set you free I told you you could always count on me, darling From that day on, I made a vow I'll be there when you want me, someway, somehow Oh, baby, there [Chorus] Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you, babe [Bridge] Oh no, darling No wind, no rain Or winter's cold Can stop me, baby (No, no, baby) 'Cause you are my goal If you're ever in trouble I'll be there on the double Just send for me, oh, baby, ha [Verse 3] My love is alive (Woo) Way down in my heart Although we are miles apart If you ever need a helping hand I'll be there on the double Just as fast as I can Don't you know that there [Chorus] Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you, baby Don't you know that there Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Written By: Freddie Mercury

Artist: Queen

Released: 1976

The song was the eighth track on their album “A Day At The Races” which was released in 1976. The song also appeared on “Queens First EP” released in 1977. The song is about how Freddie is an old-fashioned lover, taking his partners on old-school dates such as dancing or dinner, also hinting at the fact that he is a good lover.

[Verse 1] I can dim the lights and sing you songs Full of sad things We can do the tango, just for two I can serenade and gently play On your heart strings Be a Valentino, just for you [Chorus] "Ooh love, ooh lover boy What're you doing tonight? Hey boy" Set my alarm, turn on my charm That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy [Verse 2] Ooh, let me feel Your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster) Ooh, can you feel my love heat? (Ohh) Come on and sit on my hot seat of love And tell me how do you feel, right after all I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word, your wish is my command [Chorus] “Ooh love, ooh lover boy What're you doing tonight? Hey boy” Write my letter, feel much better I'll use my fancy patter on the telephone [Bridge] When I'm not with you, think of you always I miss you (I miss those long hot summer nights) When I'm not with you, think of me always Love you, love you Hey boy where do you get it from? Hey boy where did you go? I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned School of lover boys [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely I will pay the bill, you taste the wine Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours, that will be fine (Come on and get it) [Chorus] Ooh love (There he goes again) Ooh lover boy (Who's my good Old-fashioned lover boy?) (Ooh ooh) What're you doing tonight? Hey boy! Everything's all right, just hold on tight That's because I'm a good old Fashioned (Fashioned) lover boy

[selfundiagnosed]

Insane that my mom ran the most popular patrick stump archival blog on tumblr + was a full time lawyer + was raising two mentally ill kids + doing culinary arts school + having a cookie business. I think its her autism i wont lie. But now its all catching up to her and she has no energy which would be the ehlers danlos fault this time.. tried to convince her to steal her old url back but on cohost so she made an account but couldnt immediately make side blogs but boy oh boy. she would be giving the fall out boy fandom what they want and more. Shes like i cant do it again i have no idea how i did it before im like ma! its called having boundaries. Shes like i cant do that when i have a special interest its called autism. Im like right but queue posts for once a day and find 30 pictures from a photo set and boom one months worth of posting fall out boy and you can conserve your energy. But she doesnt know how to do her special interests in moderation. Im honestly just glad she went and accepted a bunch of access to her mega archive folder thingy. But shes so mad she doesnt have access to like her actual archive bc the website she used go archive everything changed their subscription plans and she has so many photos it would be like a zillion dollars she doesnt have 😭 like bogus i remember photo storing websites were so free. Take me back to 2010 for real :T Anyway she used to get so mortified when i told my friends as a teen about her blog i actually told her coworker once and her coworker somehow RETAINED the url and went home and looked at her blog and she was so upset at me 😭😭 but now like she kinda doesnt give a fuck anymore bc fall out boy was her special interest for an entire decade and she’s over it. Obviously still a big big fan but not in bandom anymore. Her new special interest is a band i introduced her to when i was 13 and its kinda cringe so i dont talk about it but she also ran an archival blog for THIS band and i told my friend at a sleepover who liked this band about her blog and they fucking FOLLOWED HER and shit bricks and my mom was MORTIFIED. But anyway yeah she doesnt gaf now if i tell people she was this blog and i even posted a tiktok about it once and people started doing detective work that would make her autistic self so proud…. Bc thats what she was good at! sleuthing stalking detective work on the band. Pete wentz privately answered several of her asks on tumblr i’ll see if she can send me the asks and their responses. But yeah she doesnt care anymore. her original url was scrubbed by tumblr and shes very angry about it bc it was an original bandom url for patrick stump so shes like wtf ever i dont wanna touch this im so mad. Which SAAAAME. ive done that so many times. She started permitting access to people who requested it for one of her photo archive website thingies she left in her last post. But yeaaaahhh… she was patrick stump for halloween in like 2008 and she won the costume contest bc she had rhe coolest sideburns and looked so much like him. My first ever concert was a fall out boy concert in spring 2007 i was 6 turning 7 within the next few months lemme just say the music video for carpel tunnel of love played on the screen as they played the song and my brother and i was so traumatized. But then immediately they played this aint a scene after that and we were like HELL YEAAAAAAAAA. And my brother (5 at the time) and i knew every single song and sang along and my mom went look at everyone else no one else knows these songs. You guys are so cool. And we looked around and yeah no one was singing the songs and were sooo excited! Oh and theres that one time she recorded us singing keep it simple by cobra starship and THEY PUT IT ON THEIR MYSPACE PAGE AT THE TOP WE FLIPPED SHIT. i wish THAT video was still up. Shes also met fall out boy so many times and walked away from patrick stump while he was talking to her bc she didnt want to take up his time at a meet and greet. Omg. so many memories. I was literally raised in online bandom thats so insane. Maybe thats why im a homosexual

[justinmitchellfan]

Part 4 of the MERCEDES VARNADO x ARIANA GRANDE love story smut warning ⚠️ of the sweetener session love story and the continuation of chapter 1 and Ariana is born with penis

Ariana tries to keep in a moan as mercedes is still sucking and kissing Arianas neck "baby please stop, I'm trying to focus says Ariana as she begs her girlfriend but mercedes interuppts by biting her girlfriends ear and continues to suck on Arianas neck as Ariana still continues to beg for her girlfriend to stop and mercedes still doesn't stop "you can't stop me from suck on your neck baby says mercedes seductively in Arianas ear "please try to get my girlfriend to stop Brian says Ariana "mercedes please let your girlfriend focus on her album says Brian but mercedes doesn't listen "babe, I'm doing a facetime call with my friend Brian says Ariana as she whispers to mercedes but mercedes doesn't care

"Baby for the last time stop and Brian is watching on the facetime call says Ariana as she warns her girlfriend mercedes but mercedes still doesn't care and Ariana grabs her microphone puts it up to her lips as mercedes still continues to suck on Arianas neck as Ariana records the song needy " 🎵 if you take too long to hit me back, i can't promise you how I'll react, but all I can say, is at least I'll wait for you, lately, I've been on a roller-coaster, tryna get a hold of my emotions, but all that I know, is I need you close, and I'ma scream and shout for what I love, passionate, but I don't give no fucks, i admit that I'm a lil' messed up, but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up, i'm obsessive and I love too hard, good at overthinking with my heart, how you even think it got this far, this far

And I can be needy, way too damn needy, i can be needy, tell me how good it feels to be needed, I can be needy, so hard to please me, i know it feels so good to be needed, sorry if I'm up and down a lot (Yeah), sorry that I think I'm not enough, and sorry if I say "sorry" way too much, you can go ahead and call me selfish (Selfish), but after all this damage, I can't help it (Help it, yeah), but what you can trust is I need your touch"

During the song ,Arianas girlfriend mercedes whispers seductively in her ear as Ariana is trying to focus "every time you sing another song, I get turned on so much baby says mercedes seductively as Ariana starts to sweat a bit and breathes heavily

"I'ma scream and shout for what I love, passionate, but I don't give no fucks, i admit that I'm a lil' messed up, but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up, i'm obsessive and I love too hard, good at overthinking with my heart, how you even think it got this far, this far, and I can be needy, way too damn needy, I can be needy, tell me how good it feels to be needed, i can be needy, so hard to please me, I know it feels so good to be needed" then Ariana finishes recording and saves the second track of her album and sets up a new recording system as Brian sends the next beat to Ariana recording system on her laptop then Ariana cuts parts of the 2nd track song of her heavy breathing then she saves her 2nd track and she presses record to sing her next song 'nasa' " 🎵 this is one small step for woman, one giant leap for woman-kind

I'd rather be alone tonight, you can say "I love you" through the phone tonight, really don't wanna be in your arms tonight, i'll just use my covers to stay warm tonight, think I'm better off here all alone tonight, ain't no checkin on when I get home tonight, just makin sure I'm good on my own tonight, even though there isn't nothin wrong tonight, yeah, I'm just sayin, baby, i can't really miss you if I'm with you, and when I miss you, it'll change the way I kiss you, baby, you know time apart is beneficial, it's like I'm the universe and you'll be N-A-S-A, give you the whole world, I'ma need space, i'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need, you know I'm a star; space, I'ma need space, i'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need space (N-A-S-A), give you the whole world, I'ma need space"

Ariana starts to sweat like crazy and breathing very heavily as mercedes continues sucking on Arianas neck and whispers seductively in Arianas ear "I'm getting so very wet for you baby says mercedes seductively in Arianas ear during the song

I'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need, you know I'm a star; space, I'ma need space, i'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need space (N-A-S-A), bottom line, usually I would love it if you stay the night, i just think I'm on another page tonight, it ain't nothing wrong with saying I need me time, usually I would orbit around you, but gravity seems to be the only thing that's pulling me, you'll be my rise and shine soon as them stars align, mmm, baby, I can't really miss you if I'm with you, and when I miss you, it'll change the way I kiss you, baby, you know time apart is beneficial, it's like I'm the universe and you'll be N-A-S-A, give you the whole world, I'ma need space, i'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need, you know I'm a star; space, I'ma need space

I'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need space (N-A-S-A), give you the whole world, I'ma need space, i'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need, you know I'm a star; space, I'ma need space, i'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need space (N-A-S-A), you don't wanna leave me, but I'm tryna self-discover, keep me in your orbit and you know you'll drag me under, you don't wanna leave me, but I'm tryna self-discover, (you don't wanna leave me, but I'm tryna self-discover), keep me in your orbit and you know you'll drag me under, (keep me in your orbit and you know you'll drag me under), i'd rather be alone tonight, you can say "I love you" through the phone tonight, mmm mm" then Ariana finishes recording and she cuts out some parts of her third song

Once again because of her heavy breathing and sets up a new recording system as she is still on the facetime call with Brian as he sends the next beat to Ariana on her laptop "babe please stop and I'm trying to focus on finishing my album says Ariana as she begs her girlfriend mercedes "I don't care baby says mercedes as she doesn't care and doesn't stop sucking on her girlfriends neck then Ariana feels a hand going down through her gray short pants and Ariana notices that her friend Brian gets terrified as he tells her "um Ariana look down says Brian as he points ar Arianas dick and mercedes seductively whispers in Arianas ear "do not stop me from grabbing your dick baby says mercedes seductively in Arianas ear and Ariana realizes that it is her girlfriends hand on her dick

Then Ariana pushes her girlfriends hand away and she pulls her gray short pants back up and Ariana whispers to her girlfriend mercedes "I will not allow you to touch my dick while I'm on a facetime call with my friend Brian and its not acceptable for you to be touching my dick right now baby says Ariana then Ariana apologizes to her friend Brian then she finishes all 12 tracks of her album after two months of working on the album with the help of her friend Brian then Ariana finishes her facetime call with Brian then Ariana tells her girlfriend to apologize for what she was doing "I want you to apologize for what you were doing during my facetime call with my friend Brian babe says Ariana and after Ariana ended the facetime call with Brian

Ariana puts all of her stuff back into her backpack and she grabs her girlfriends hand roughly and Ariana puts mercedes onto her lap very roughly and spanks mercedes on her ass very roughly as Ariana is pissed off at her girlfriend and Ariana has a serious talk with her girlfriend mercedes then Ariana gets revenge on her girlfriend mercedes and does all the things that mercedes did to Ariana and Ariana whispers very seductively in mercedes ear "I'm Going to touch you very inappropriately for what you were doing to me during my facetime call baby says Ariana and mercedes tries to stop her girlfriend Ariana but Ariana doesn't stop "I want you to beg and apologize baby says Ariana as she makes her girlfriend mercedes apologize

Then Ariana takes off her own clothes and mercedes clothes as Ariana sticks her dick in mercedes pussy and starts thrusting very hard in mercedes pussy as Ariana punishes her girlfriend during angry sex "I'm Going to punish you slut says Ariana "punish me daddy says mercedes as she moans as Ariana continues thrusting her dick so hard in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans very loud as Ariana continues to punish mercedes for 65 minutes as Ariana has called mercedes a hoe, slut and baby girl a couple times during angry punishment sex in so many different sex positions as Ariana has made mercedes cum on her dick 14 times "who do you belong to hoe says Ariana "I belong to you daddy says mercedes

Then Ariana bends mercedes over on the couch arm as mercedes sticks her ass in the air as Ariana grabs mercedes waist and sticks her dick in mercedes ass and starts thrusting real hard in mercedes ass as mercedes moans so very loud as Ariana still continues to punish her girlfriend for another 35 minutes during angry sex as Ariana eyes has turned dark with desire and lust as she has turned into beast mode "baby please stop says mercedes as she begs for her girlfriend to stop

but Ariana doesn't stop as she still continues fucking mercedes so hard as they do the butterfly sex position as Ariana has mercedes on her back as she sticks her dick in mercedes pussy and thrusts her dick so hard in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans as she continues begging for Ariana to stop but Ariana doesn't even stop as she continues to punish mercedes while in beast mode for another 35 minutes as Ariana spanks mercedes so many times on her ass "Apologize slut says Ariana "I apologize daddy says mercedes as she also screams her girlfriends name at the top of her lungs as Ariana yells at her girlfriend during sex and continues punishing mercedes during sex as well for another 20 minutes

And Ariana has mercedes in the missionary twist sex position as Ariana continues thrusting her dick so very hard in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans and screams at the top of her lungs "please stop daddy says mercedes as she moans very loud as she begs Ariana once more but Ariana doesn't stop at all as she continues to punish her girlfriend mercedes as they are in the Dropbox sex position as Ariana wraps mercedes legs around her waist while thrusting her dick inside of mercedes pussy as mercedes moans as she grips the couch as she moans so Loud as she screams at the top of her lungs once more as well as screaming her girlfriends name once more

and Ariana slaps her girlfriend mercedes across the face while Ariana continues pounding mercedes so very hard as she makes mercedes so very very sore during angry sex and 2 hours later as mercedes is so very sore during angry sex as Ariana has made mercedes cum so many times and Ariana has cummed 6 times on mercedes in once in her pussy as they do the pushing tush sex position as Ariana is on top of mercedes as Ariana continues thrusting her dick in mercedes pussy as mercedes is very sore and mercedes moans very loud as she has called Ariana daddy so many times and begged Ariana to stop but Ariana didn't stop and Ariana has also called her girlfriend mercedes, a slut, hoe and baby girl so many times during angry punishment sex

and they are almost about to be so very exhausted as they do the last few sex positions as Ariana does her remaining punishment on mercedes as they get on their side as Ariana start sliding her dick in mercedes pussy and starts thrusting very hard inside of mercedes pussy as mercedes moans and also moans her girlfriends name as well as Ariana makes her girlfriend cry and continously scream at the top of her lungs "you're doing really good slut says Ariana as she whispered seductively in mercedes ear "kiss me very passionately hoe says Ariana as mercedes passionately kisses Ariana as they do the butterfly sex position yet again as Ariana continues thrusting her dick even harder in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans through the passionate kiss

Then they do the lap dance sex position as Ariana makes mercedes bounce on her dick "I want you to keep bouncing on my dick even if you're very sore slut says Ariana "as you wish daddy says mercedes as she moans as she bounces on Arianas very hard dick as Ariana gropes mercedes boobs as mercedes moans real loud as she continues bouncing on Arianas dick and 25 minutes later as mercedes is now so very very sore as they do one last sex position which is the butterfly sex position for a 3rd time as Ariana continues thrusting her dick even much harder in mercedes pussy as Ariana makes mercedes scream her name and moan at the top of her lungs and then 12 minutes later both Ariana and mercedes cum as they are now so very exhausted and very sweaty with very messy sex hair

And mercedes has just enough energy to suck the leftover cum from Arianas dick as they collapse together on the couch as they give each other a kiss as Ariana has punished mercedes so many times during angry punishment sex then 2 days later on November 21 of 2018 in Milwaukee Wisconsin at 5:25pm as both Ariana and mercedes are getting ready for their date night and Ariana is wearing a red buttoned up shirt and long light gray pants and black shoes then Ariana freshens up as sge does her Hygiene routine and she sprays on some perfume to smell fresh and she exits the bathroom as she turns off the bathroom lights then Ariana puts the bracelet on her left wrist and then she puts the watch on her right wrist

Mercedes is wearing her slighly long purple dress then Ariana grabs her car keys, her room key, her phone and her wallet and she puts them in her pocket then Ariana grabs her jacket off the chair and she turns off the lights and leaves her hotel room and closes the door behind her and she gets in the elevator and she exits the elevator as she heads to her girlfriend mercedes hotel room and she knocks on the door as she puts her suit jacket on and leaves it unbuttoned as mercedes opens the door "are you ready for our date babe says Ariana "I'm ready baby says mercedes "by the way you look sexy in your purple dress baby says Ariana as she makes mercedes blush "thanks babe says mercedes and mercedes leaves her hotel room and closes the door behind her "you're welcome babe says Ariana

"You look handsome and beautiful baby says mercedes "thanks love says Ariana then Ariana grabs her girlfriends mercedes hand as they exit the hotel and Ariana opens the limo door for mercedes and mercedes gets in and Ariana gets in and sits next to mercedes as she closes the door and the limo driver drives off from the hotel and Ariana puts her arm around mercedes and mercedes snuggles close to her girlfriend Ariana as they show affection and pda to each other "where are we going on our date babe says mercedes in her baby voice "I'm not going to tell you baby says Ariana in her baby voice as she doesn't spoil the suprise then mercedes gives her girlfriend Ariana a kiss on the lips as the limo almost at the place where Ariana is surprising her girlfriend mercedes

Then mercedes grabs Arianas chin to look at her as mercedes pulls her girlfriend Ariana closer as mercedes smashes her lips onto Arianas lips as they passionately kiss and Ariana pulls away "you are so cute tonight baby says mercedes "I love you so much baby says mercedes "I love you very much too babe says Ariana as both of them show more pda and affection as the limo pulls up at a club then mercedes takes a look outside of the window to see the club "my suprise on our date is a club baby says mercedes in her baby voice "that's your suprise for our date babe says Ariana in her baby voice then mercedes sniffs on her girlfriends shirt "you are so cute babe says mercedes

Then Ariana records a snapchat video of her and her girlfriend mercedes and mercedes gets really shy on camera "it's okay baby says Ariana then Ariana post the snapchat video on her snapchat story with the caption "aww my baby girl is shy" then they go in the club and have fun on their date night in the club as they dance to a few club songs together they they drink some champagne and dance some more to some more club songs as they slow dance to a few songs in the club as they show more affection and pda to each other then they eat dinner at the club restaurant then Ariana does another snapchat as sge takes a picture of her holding mercedes hand and she posts the picture with the caption "my baby 🖤"

Then a 22 year old bartender approaches the table and the bartender starts to flirt with Ariana and mercedes gets jealous and she interuppts and leans closer to her girlfriend Ariana and whispers in Arianas ear "I don't want anyone flirt with you, I'm the only one that can flirt and touch you and make love to you baby says mercedes seductively in Arianas ear "you need to leave says Ariana as she tells the bartender and the bartender gives Ariana her phone number and whispers in Arianas ear "I'll leave then says the bartender and mercedes noticed and gets jealous and she argues with her girlfriend Ariana

Then mercedes grabs the phone number out of Arianas hand and rips it in front of her girlfriend and mercedes leans over and whispers seductively in Arianas ear "no one can have you, I'm the only one that can have you and touch you babe says mercedes seductively in Arianas ear then mercedes gets revenge by teasing Ariana by rubbing her leg up and down against her girlfriend Arianas bulge and Ariana tries to make her girlfriend stop "baby, you need to stop, people are watching says Ariana but mercedes doesn't stop and she leans over once again towards Arianas ear "I'm not stopping and I'll make sure that everyone know that you belong to me babe says mercedes seductively in Arianas ear as mercedes bites seductively on Arianas earlobe

And mercedes makes the bartender jealous as the bartender watches the couple "if you want me to stop then make me stop says mercedes as Ariana takes a sip of her champagne then Ariana sets her glass down on the table and leans towards mercedes "I'm warning you, now behave babe says Ariana seductively in mercedes ear then mercedes pushes Ariana back into her chair as mercedes gets out of her chair and she sits on her girlfriends lap as mercedes whispers to Ariana "stop telling me to behave and warning me and I can touch you if i want to baby says mercedes as it makes Ariana scared and mercedes starts teasing Ariana by grinding on her bulge "kiss me babe says mercedes and Ariana kisses her girlfriend mercedes as mercedes continues the kiss as they continue their dinner date at the club

Then after their dinner, Ariana pays a 20$ tip and puts the $20 tip on the table as they leave the club and get in the limo and the limo driver drives off from the club "I have a suprise for you when we get to my hotel room baby but I'm not telling you what the suprise is babe says mercedes as she tells her girlfriend Ariana as the limo driver pulls up to the hotel then mercedes gets a text from one of the hotel staff members who helped set up the suprise

Hotel staff member: your suprise for your girlfriend has been set ma'am

Mercedes: everything is set in place right

Hotel staff member: everything is set ma'am

And mercedes text the hotel staff member for a bit then Mercedes hides her phone from her girlfriend Ariana so she doesn't ruin the suprise then mercedes takes out a blindfold from her purse as she whispers in the limo drivers ear while Ariana is distracted as she is scrolling through Twitter on her phone then mercedes leans over to her girlfriend Ariana and whispers in Arianas ear "close your eyes baby says mercedes as Ariana closes her eyes as she puts her phone in her pocket as she feels the blindfold covering her eyes and mercedes ties the blindfold "open your eyes babe says mercedes then mercedes seductively bites Arianas earlobe "kiss me babe says mercedes and Ariana gives her girlfriend mercedes a kiss

And mercedes whispers seductively in her girlfriends Arianas ear "I'm in charge tonight babe says mercedes seductively in Arianas ear "give me your hand baby says mercedes and Ariana intertwines her hands with her girlfriend mercedes hand then mercedes whispers the rules seductively in Arianas ear "your first rule is that you will only call me your mistress and my second rule is that you will let me touch you very inappropriately even if it's in front of everyone says mercedes as she whispered seductively in her girlfriend Arianas ear and mercedes grabs her girlfriend Arianas face "call me your mistress and I want you to say it now says mercedes as sge is strict "yes mistress says Ariana as mercedes has made Ariana

Sweat and shake like crazy and Ariana gets educated as she gets a little hot in the limo then mercedes notices that Ariana is now shaking, sweating and educated like crazy and mercedes starts teasing her girlfriend Ariana "are you really hot and feeling very educated baby says mercedes as she teases Ariana as Ariana stutters and clears her throat and mercedes pays the limo driver the 2 grand as both mercedes and her girlfriend Ariana exit the limo then they enter the hotel and they take the elevator to Arianas girlfriend mercedes hotel room and they walk to mercedes hotel room door and mercedes unlocks the door and they enter the hotel room

Then mercedes let's go of her girlfriends Arianas hand to put the do not disturb sign on the front door knob and mercedes closes and locks the door then Ariana feels her girlfriend mercedes taking off the suit jacket and mercedes throws the suit jacket on the chair "can you please take the blindfold off of me now babe says Ariana as she begs her girlfriend mercedes but mercedes doesn't "if you want me to take your blindfold off then beg me babe and call me mistress says mercedes "please take the blindfold off me mistress says Ariana as she begs her girlfriend mercedes once more then mercedes pushes Ariana onto the bed as she hits the pillow with her head

"Give me your legs baby says mercedes as Ariana gives her legs to mercedes and mercedes takes off her girlfriends Arianas shoes and Ariana still has the blindfold on then mercedes puts Arianas hands together and mercedes puts them in cuffs and sge cuffs Arianas hands to the headboard then mercedes leans and whispers seductively in Arianas ear "I want you to stay on the bed while I go change babe says mercedes seductively "but first give me a kiss on the lips says mercedes and Ariana gives mercedes a kiss on the lips and then mercedes goes into the bathroom to change as Ariana stays on the bed and mercedes changes into a sexy red outfit then mercedes walks out of the bathroom and she plugs her phone into the stereo next to the bed

Then mercedes logs onto her iTunes account and looks up Chris brown and she plays the song 'back to sleep' by Chris brown featuring usher Zane from her make love Playlist on iTunes and she puts her phone down and mercedes grabs the whipped cream bottle and she sets the whipped cream bottle on her girlfriends nightstand then mercedes picks up her girlfriend Arianas phone and sets it to do not disturb and she places Arianas phone back on the nightstand and mercedes unwrapps the whipped cream bottle top and takes off the top and she sets the whipped cream bottle back on the nightstand then mercedes dims the lights and changes the lights to red lighting and mercedes lights the candles and mercedes blows out the matchstick

Then mercedes crawls on top of her girlfriend Ariana and mercedes sits on her girlfriends Arianas lap as mercedes pushes Ariana down onto the bed and runs her fingers through Arianas lips and mercedes leans towards Arianas ear "you did good at what I asked you to do baby says mercedes as she praises her girlfriend Ariana "I want you to passionately kiss me baby says mercedes and Ariana gives mercedes a passionate kiss "are you ready to see your suprise babe says mercedes seductively in Arianas ear and Ariana stutters as she responds while continuing to passionately kiss mercedes "will you please take the blindfold off mistress says Ariana as she begs mercedes "keep begging for me take off your blindfold babe says mercedes

"Please take the blindfold off says Ariana as she begs mercedes once more then mercedes takes the blindfold off and Arianas eyes get wide and she gets very hard and stutters as she gives her girlfriend a compliment "y-you are so v-very sexy and g-gorgeous mistress says Ariana and mercedes fulls Arianas bulge and mercedes smirks and starts teasing Ariana "hard are we says mercedes as she teases Ariana and then mercedes grinds on Arianas bulge which makes Ariana moan "faster mistress says Ariana as she begs mercedes as she moans then mercedes French kisses Ariana while grinding on Arianas bulge making Ariana moan real loud once more

Then mercedes pulls away as she stops grinding on Arianas bulge as mercedes sits back up on her girlfriends Arianas lap and mercedes unbuttons Arianas shirt and mercedes untucks her girlfriend Arianas shirt "like what you see babe says mercedes seductively "you are still sexy as ever babe says mercedes as she compliments her girlfriend Ariana as she unbuttons Arianas sleeves "your body belongs to me and me only baby says mercedes as she takes a look at Arianas body and bites her bottom lip and mercedes runs her hand up and down Arianas abs then mercedes drags her tounge up and down her girlfriend Arianas abs while leaving bite marks and hickeys

Then Ariana feels something cold as her girlfriend mercedes sprays some whipped cream across her girlfriend Arianas chest and mercedes licks the whipped cream off of Arianas chest and sucks every last bit of whipped cream as mercedes makes Ariana moan and curse "you're doing real good babe says mercedes as she gives her girlfriend Ariana a compliment then mercedes leaves wet kisses all the way down to Arianas bulge and mercedes teases Ariana by touching her girlfriend Arianas bulge "you want me to suck on your dick babe says mercedes seductively "please stop teasing me mistress says Ariana as she moans as she begs her girlfriend mercedes as mercedes touches Arianas bulge with her mouth and she plays with Arianas bulge making Ariana scream at the top of her lungs as she moans so very loud

Then mercedes kisses and sucks on Arianas bulge through her girlfriend Arianas pants making Ariana moan and scream at the top of her lungs then mercedes puts her hand on the back of Arianas neck making Ariana watch "I want you to watch as I keep making you moan as i suck on your bulge babe says mercedes seductively making Ariana continue to moan very loud and curse while screaming at the top of her lungs then mercedes pulls down Arianas pants as Arianas very hard dick springs up and mercedes licks Arianas dick while continuing to make Ariana moan so loud and then mercedes sucks Arianas entire dick in her mouth which makes Ariana curse and moan so very very loud while mercedes continues to suck on Arianas dick

"Can you please put a condom on my dick mistress says Ariana as she moans while mercedes sucks on Arianas dick and mercedes pulls away "no condoms babe says mercedes as she sucks on Arianas dick once more making Ariana moan then mercedes takes off her sexy outfit which makes Ariana get even more hard and moans and then mercedes licks Arianas dick and slides Arianas dick in her pussy and bounces on Arianas dick as both Ariana and mercedes moan and mercedes continues to bounce on Arianas dick as mercedes moans real loud for 10 minutes and mercedes goes back to sucking on Arianas dick once more making Ariana moan real loud then mercedes does the cowgirl position as she is facing Ariana as she has Arianas dick in her pussy and mercedes starts bouncing on Arianas dick

And mercedes moans while bouncing on Arianas dick then she leans down to kiss Ariana who's hands are still cuffed to the headboard "do you want me to uncuff you from the headboard so you can fuck me real good babe says mercedes seductively to Ariana "please mistress says Ariana "I'll keep you cuffed to the headboard a bit longer babe says mercedes as she moans while bouncing on Arianas dick as mercedes shows Ariana who's boss as she continues kissing around while bouncing on her girlfriends Arianas dick at a very fast pace making both Ariana and mercedes moan loud then mercedes puts her pussy in front of Arianas face "lick and suck on my pussy babe says mercedes and Ariana starts licking mercedes pussy as mercedes moans as she strokes Arianas dick as Ariana moans while lucking and sucking on mercedes pussy

Then 34 minutes later as mercedes has made the headboard shake and bang against the wall while straddling Arianas dick and Ariana who still has her hands cuffed to the headboard moans as mercedes continues to straddle her girlfriend Arianas very hard dick as mercedes and Ariana are sweaty with messy sex hair then mercedes slides Arianas dick in her ass and mercedes bounces on Arianas dick inside of her ass as mercedes moans for 20 minutes then mercedes strokes Arianas dick at a very fast pace while wetting Arianas dick with some of her spit as Ariana moans and screams at the top of her lungs and screaming her girlfriends name at the top of her lungs as well and also calling mercedes mistress a couple times during sex

34 minutes later as mercedes has cummed on Arianas dick 4 times as mercedes strokes Arianas dick once more making Ariana curse and moan as mercedes sucks on Arianas dick at a much faster pace making Ariana moan so very loud while mercedes continues to suck on Arianas dick and 20 minutes later as Ariana is about to cum then few seconds later as mercedes makes Ariana cum real hard as Ariana moans so very very loud then mercedes decides to uncuff her girlfriends Arianas hands from the headboard but mercedes isn't finished yet as she still continues having sex with Ariana and another 45 minutes later as they are now really sweaty and have made the headboard shake so much and banging against the wall real loud as as they did so many sex positions

Then mercedes covers themselves with the bedsheets as they continue having sex a bit longer as mercedes sucks on Arianas dick once again as Ariana moans very loud as mercedes continues sucking on Arianas dick a lot faster making Ariana curse and moan even more then mercedes licks Arianas dick once more while stroking her girlfriends Arianas dick real fast making Ariana moan, curse and scream at the top of her lungs once more then 50 minutes later as mercedes has cummed on Arianas dick 7 more times as Ariana has cummed 4 times as they are now exhausted from having sex and they kiss then Ariana tries to get out of the bed but mercedes stops Ariana and mercedes pulls Ariana back onto the bed "I'm still in charge babe says mercedes

Then they do round 2 of sex as mercedes kiss Arianas abs to her dick and mercedes sucks on Arianas very hard dick as Ariana slightly moans and mer still continues to suck on Arianas very hard dick then mercedes does the 69 sex position as she continues sucking on Arianas dick as Ariana licks and sucks on mercedes pussy as they both moan and continue to do the sex position for 15 minutes then mercedes strokes Arianas dick while mercedes and Ariana kiss as mercedes continues stroking Arianas dick as Ariana moans while kissing her girlfriend mercedes then mercedes slides Arianas dick in her pussy and mercedes bounces real hard on Arianas very hard dick making Ariana curse and moan once more

Mercedes continues bouncing on Arianas hard dick as mercedes moans "where did you think you were going while I'm still in charge babe says mercedes very strict as she stopped bouncing on Arianas hard dick for a bit then bounces real slow on Arianas hard dick making Ariana moan and curse and mercedes picks up the pace while bouncing on Arianas very hard dick as mercedes moans while also making Ariana moan loud then 45 minutes later as they did 8 sex positions and they do the cowgirl sex position as mercedes bounces and straddles Arianas dick as mercedes moans real loud then mercedes leans towards Ariana to kiss Ariana while straddling her girlfriends Arianas hard dick making Ariana moan through the kiss

Then mercedes gets off of Arianas dick and sucks on Arianas hard dick once again as Ariana sticks a finger in mercedes pussy and she thrusts and curls her finger inside of mercedes pussy as mercedes moans while sucking on Arianas dick and 2 hours later as they finished their second round of sex then they do their 3rd round of sex as mercedes does the lap dance sex position with Ariana as she bounces on Arianas dick while in the bed as mercedes moans very loud fir 23 minutes then mercedes gets on her back "I want you to fuck my pussy so hard and cum inside of my pussy babe says mercedes as Ariana sticks her dick in mercedes pussy and starts thrusting her dick in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans very loud as she grips the bedsheets

Then Ariana turns mercedes on all fours as she took charge as she sticks her dick in mercedes ass and starts thrusting hard in mercedes ass as mercedes moans very loud as they are in the doggy style sex position "I want you to moan my name baby girl says Ariana as she continues thrusting her dick in mercedes ass then sticks her dick back into mercedes pussy and starts thrusting once more in mercedes pussy "harder daddy says mercedes as she moans "with pleasure baby girl says Ariana and another hour and a half later as they did a bunch more sex positions as mercedes has called Ariana daddy 7 or 8 times as Ariana has called mercedes baby girl 8 times as they do the butterfly sex position as Ariana sticks her dick in mercedes pussy once more and starts thrusting as mercedes moans while gripping the bedsheets

Then Ariana takes off her red buttoned up shirt and throws it on the ground while continuing to thrust her dick in mercedes pussy real hard as mercedes moans then they do the face to face sex position as Ariana keeps thrusting her dick in mercedes pussy so hard making mercedes moan and scream at the top of her lungs "fuck me harder daddy says mercedes as she moans "with pleasure baby girl says Ariana as she thrusts her dick much harder in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans as she grips the bedsheets once more and another 25 minutes later as mercedes has cummed 3 more times on Arianas dick as Ariana has cummed twice on mercedes body as they do another 3 more sex positions

Then they do the pushing tush sex position as Ariana still has her dick in mercedes pussy and starts thrusting as mercedes moans and sge digs her nails in Arianas back as Ariana continues thrusting her dick real hard in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans very loud as she slightly scratches Arianas back then they do the on the stomach sex position as mercedes is on her stomach as Ariana is on top as she sticks her dick in mercedes ass and starts thrusting hard in mercedes ass as mercedes moans into the bedsheets and 24 minutes later as they do one more sex position as they get on their side as Ariana slides her dick in mercedes pussy and starts thrusting her dick in mercedes pussy as mercedes moans and 16 minutes later as both mercedes and Ariana are very sweaty with very messy sex hair

Then mercedes cums once more on Arianas dick as Ariana continues thrusting her dick in mercedes pussy then a few seconds later as Ariana cums in mercedes pussy and takes her dick out as they cuddle as they finished their third round of sex "I have to go use the bathroom and take a shower baby says Ariana "go ahead babe says mercedes and Ariana gets out of bed and runs into the bathroom to take a shower and after her shower, she wraps a towel around her waist as she does her Hygiene routine and Ariana walks out of the bathroom and starts teasing her girlfriend mercedes by drying herself in front of her girlfriend mercedes and Ariana puts some lotion on herself in front of her girlfriend mercedes as well

And Ariana drops the towel in front of her girlfriend mercedes as she puts on boxers ,a hat, sports bra and black leather pants as pj's then Ariana crawls on top of her girlfriend mercedes who still in the bedsheets and Ariana grabs mercedes hips and mercedes flips Arianas snap back hat backwards "you are so sexy in your pj's babe says mercedes in her baby voice "you're cute too babe says Ariana in her baby voice then Ariana gets off of her girlfriend mercedes and turns off the stereo and dims the lights and she grabs her phone and takes it off of do not disturb and Ariana lays back down on her girlfriend mercedes as Ariana checks her phone and sees that she has 10 notifications "10 missed calls from her mother joan and 8 missed text messages from her brother Frankie

Then Ariana texts her brother as he is worried sick about his sister

Ariana: sorry I took so long to answer you Frankie

Frankie: you had me worried sick, what were you doing

Ariana: I was with my girlfriend and she suprised me on our date night

Frankie: let me guess, making love right

Ariana: that and our date night at the club

Frankie: so you suprised your girlfriend as you took her out on a date to a club

Both Ariana and her brother Frankie text a bit then Ariana calls her mom back and her mom answers the call "hey mom says Ariana "I called you so many times sweetheart and you didn't answer my calls says Joan "I was busy with my girlfriend mom says Ariana "having sex with your girlfriend ,what is her name says Joan "my girlfriends name is mercedes mom says Ariana "you better not get your girlfriend pregnant during sex sweetheart says Joan "my girlfriend is using birth control pills mom so me and my girlfriend are fine says Ariana "were you only making love to your girlfriend Ariana says Joan "no, we went on our date night at a club and ate at the club restaurant mom says Ariana as she continues to talk to her mom on the phone call and Ariana ends the call with her mother

Then Ariana gets a Twitter notification from Twitter "the 25 year old Ariana grande was reportedly spotted with her beauty of 26 year old girlfriend mercedes having a date night at a local club and bar" tmz and the tweet still continues "is the 25 year old Ariana allegedly bisexual" then Ariana gets a facetime call from her cousin Courtney and Ariana answers the FaceTime call and both Ariana and her cousin Courtney talk on the facetime call then after Arianas facetime call with her cousin Courtney, Ariana logs onto Twitter and she scrolls through all the bisexual rumors and Ariana responds by posting a tweet to debunk the rumors "I'm not bisexual" as Ariana posted the tweet sarcastically

Then Ariana gets notifications of comments replying to her tweet of some celebrities commenting to the tweet " @camilla Cabello and is she was gay its none of your damn business" as some of the others also defend Ariana then Ariana logs out of her Twitter account and she logs into her snapchat account and Ariana asks her girlfriend mercedes "do you want to make it official babe says Ariana "let's make it official baby says mercedes in her baby voice then Ariana hits record and zooms in for their kiss and mercedes leans in amd they passionately kiss as Ariana set a filter on her snapchat to the heart eyes filter in her snapchat story and they pull away from the kiss "I love you babe says Ariana in her baby voice

"I love you too babe says mercedes on her baby voice and Ariana stops recording and posts it to her snapchat story with the caption "we are official" then Ariana logs back onto her Twitter account and posts her snapchat story on her tweet with the caption "we are official"

[roosterbruiser]

I know you mentioned that Faye doesnt want to experience new music without Maggie, but if there was one artist that broke Faye out of this, who would it be?

this is such an insightful question! thank you for sending it!

in this post here, I talked a little bit about what it would be like if everyone in the Dagger Squad brought an album for Faye to listen to!

but this is also something I've been chewing on for a while. I really think Faye would dig Laura Marling and she would've listened to her older/folksy stuff in college. and then when Laura Marling comes out with her album Song For Our Daughter in 2020, I think Faye would give it a listen.

I think in terms of the song that makes her think of Maggie, it would definitely be Strange Girl. I mean tell me these lyrics aren't Maggie/Faye coded:

Get all your records out and throw them all away No one left to listen to, much left, less to say Working hard and getting on, still not getting paid Stay low, keep brave

Woke up in a country who refused to hold your hand Kept falling for narcissists who insist you call them, "Man" You work late for a job you hate that's never fit the plan Stay low, keep brave

I love you, my strange girl My lonely girl My angry girl My brave

I love you, my strange girl My lonely girl My angry girl My brave

Build yourself a garden and have something to attend Cut off all relations 'cause you could not stand your friends Announced yourself a socialist to have something to defend Oh, young girl, please, don't bullshit me

I love you, my strange girl My lonely girl My angry girl My brave

I love you, my strange girl My lonely girl My angry girl My brave

You changed how you feel, it's good to break the seal And blow us both away It's changing all the time and it starts to blur the line It's supposed to keep you safe

And you row like a tidal wave And you row like a tidal wave

I love you, my strange girl My lonely girl My angry girl My brave

I love you, my strange girl My lonely girl My angry girl My brave

I think the song For You would make her think about Bradley, too. it's such a soulmate song and I just feel like she would think about him when she listens to it.

I drew pictures of you Long before I met you Just a fragment of my mind I had called out for you Almost every night Precious things are hard to find

It was just an evening Much like any else When you came into my life It takes one to know one And I saw you there As I had seen you all my life

I thank a God I've never met Never loved, never wanted (for you) I write it so I don't forget Never let it get away I wear a picture of you Just to keep you safe

Now that I have you I will not forget What a miracle you are No childish expectation Love is not the answer But the line that marks the start

I thank a God I've never met Never loved, never wanted (for you) I write it so I don't forget Never let it get away I keep a picture of you Just to keep you safe

I thank a God I've never met Never loved, never wanted I write it so I won't forget Never let it get away I keep a picture of you Just to keep you safe

I thank a God I've never met Never loved, never wanted I sing it so I won't forget Never let it get away I keep a picture of you Just to keep you safe

and I think especially after having Olive, Faye would be really attached to this album because of the title track, Song For Our Daughter.

Though they may want you to tread in their trail Only to see if the path they set fails Though they may want you to take off your clothes Whatever they think that the accent exposed With your clothes on the floor Taking advice for some old, balding bore You'll ask yourself, "Did I want this at all?"

Do you remember what I said? The book I left by your bed? The words that some survivor read?

Lately I've been thinking about our daughter growing old All of the bullshit that she might be told There's blood on the floor Maybe now you'll believe her for sure

She remembers what I said The book I left by your bed The words that some survivor read

Though they may take you for all you had left You won't be forgotten for what you had not done yet

So you wished for a kiss from God And you mourn in your childish loss Innocence gone but it's not forgot You'll get your way through it somehow

You remember what I said The book you left by your bed The words that we all have lived again

and I think even think that Only The Strong is so Bob/Faye/Maggie coded like I'm sorry, Laura Marling and I must be on the same wavelength or something bc just read these

Only the strong survive Only the strong survive Only the wrong relive their lives We've been here a thousand times

Wish I could go back and find Letters I wrote you in my mind Perhaps I could unknot us from this awful bind Most I have forgot or overrefined

Love is a sickness cured by time Love is a sickness cured by time Bruises all end up benign Love is a sickness cured by time

I hope that you can change my mind Had to leave this crying all behind I hope that you don't think that I'm unkind So somebody told me, only and only Only the strong will survive

Only the strong survive And I won't write a woman with a man on my mind Hope that didn't sound too unkind Just struggling to figure out how only, only, only, only Only the strong can survive

Hope that you can change my mind I had to leave this crying all behind I hope that you don't think that I'm unkind It's just somebody told me, only and only Only the strong can survive

anyway, I highly recommend you give it a listen! it's a fantastic album and I think it would be easy enough of an introduction for Faye. Maggie wouldn't want her to never experience new music again.

[judgedreddthelaw]

This is also posted on my wattapad account: @TheLaaaaaaw

Remember me

Though I have to say goodbye

Remember me

Don't let it make you cry

For ever if I'm far away

I hold you in my heart

I sing a secret song to you

Each night we are apart

Remember me

Though I have to travel far

Remember me

Each time you hear a sad guitar

Know that I'm with you

The only way that I can be

Until you're in my arms again

Remember me

PART 1

Y/n recorded and sang this cover of a very old film from old archives. She thought it would be sweet and meaningful for Banshee, for when he has his moments of not remembering things very well. In fact, they sang it all of the time together to help him. It is sort of like music therapy, and boy, was her voice like honey to him. They were inseparable.

3 years ago YPOV:

You: Hey Ikora, what’s up?

Ikora: Hello, Guardian.

You: you don’t have to call me guardian off duty.

Ikora: (amused tone) well, I must keep up appearances, I am a Vanguard after all.

You: I get that,………so……..how may I help you today? Need me to go on any missions?

Ikora: No, not today. But, I have made the decision that guardians can have personal relations, including staff………now I am aware that there have already been secret relationships………so don’t worry about it anymore, you can be out in the open about it now.

You:(excitedly hugs Ikora) Thank you I have been waiting for this day for so long……..(happily runs)excuse me but I have to go tell him.

Ikora: Hold on, before you go, you might want to consider making a will, since you are a guardian.

You: What’s a will?

Ikora: I will send that memo out to all the ghosts, you will get that later.

You: okay, thank you.

You wanted run to Banshee and tell him the great news, but your stomach decided to “talk” (stomach growling)on its own. So, you thought to go get some lunch, and decide to invite him as a lunch date as a mini celebration. You drew out and told your ghost Ezra(male), to send the invite. A minute later,

Ezra: Banshee responded, “I will be there as soon as I can Honey, it’s really busy in the shop at the moment, I honestly don’t know how long it will take.”

You: Okay, just tell him, “I understand I will be waiting.”, but I will need at least a snack. I’m absolutely starving.

Ezra: The Ramen Shop has egg rolls maybe some of those?

You: You read my mind. (laughs)

About 25 minutes go by and you get an incoming message from Ikora.

Ezra: It must be that memo Ikora was talking about……………….oh, you need to hear this, it’s very important.

You asking while stuffing your face with egg rolls

You: What’s up??? What’s going on?

Ezra: It expresses a person's wishes as to how their property or estate is to be distributed after their death…..

You look at your ghost with a wide expression of shock and then sadness, you look down a think for a second to process this information. Then, you look at Ezra. You gulp down your food and don’t say anything for a minute.

You:………………………………………I understand…………….

Ezra: What will you do?

You: I don’t know yet.

Then Banshee walks towards you and sits down next to you. You go on and tell him the great news, but not about the will yet……you’re not sure on what to say because you assume you wouldn’t ever permanently die, you’re one of the top best guardians and have a really good record of dying the least.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uMtDMzt2gE

PART 2

As you were stuffing more egg rolls and looking off in the distance sometimes while Banshee talks to you, he suddenly stared for a good 2 minutes.

Banshee-36: YN,……….YN…………………..YN……….

You: Huh, oh yeah I heard you.

Banshee-36: Oh yeah,………

He looks in your eyes with a smug😏 look

Banshee-36: Then what did I say???

You: (blushing☺️) Ummmm, (chuckle) I’m sorry.

Banshee-36: What’s wrong, it’s a wonderful night, what’s on your mind? You’re a little distracted……

You: (reassuring)It’s nothing……I was just thinking about things, and about you.

Banshee-36: Oh?,…….. I hope it’s good things………………(very smugly)Maybe dirty things (chuckles)

You: (gushingly blushing🥵) Oh My God! Babe! We’re outside!

Banshee-36: I don’t care, I’d definitely kiss you in front of anyone, we no longer have to do that in secret.

He grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth plates, like he’s giving your hand a kiss.

Banshee-36: (the first time he says this) I love you.

You: (you get a tear in your eye🥲) ………..I…………I love you too.

Ezra records this moment

You and Banshee finish your lunch date, he turns around to kiss you, even though it’s just mouth plates on your lips, you can’t help but melt into the kiss. This the first time he kissed you, he thought that you would feel bad kissing metal and not feel anything. Of course you told him that you would not care you wanted to kiss him because your feelings were so strong for him. He was always self conscious of himself. Today was different, he was so confident today, too confident, constant dirty jokes always touching and kissing today…..something is up.

You two continue to walk to your room, when you finally reach your door you asked him if he wanted to come inside

Banshee-36: (chuckles, he looks at your body up and down and says😏) As many as times as you’ll let me.

You: (blush fire engine red) You, know what I meant, I’m being serious!

Banshee-36: (he puts his hand by your head on the door, the seductively whispers in your ear) So, was I.

You: (“fuck🥵”, you thought)(grabbing his hand and dragging him in your room and turn him around to kiss him passionately.) You have no idea how fucking hot that was.

Banshee-36:(chuckles😏) I think I do, love.

He grabs your ass with both hands and squeezes your cheeks, them smacks one of them. You instinctively let out a moan then kiss him again. During this kissing, you start touching his chest and slowly rub your hands down until you reach his surprisingly decent sized bulge, he lets out a sharp moan. You stop.

You: I’m sorry!!

Banshee-36: No…….

You: I’ll stop

Banshee-36:(raspy)Not…..what I meant.

He grabs your hand and makes you grab his a little bit bigger bulge.

Banshee-36: Please, keep going.

You smiled at him

You: Okay

Banshee-36: You are so beautiful YN, how did I get so lucky with the most caring person?

You: Are you kidding? I’m the one who feels lucky, you’re so good to me, and loving me, I couldn’t ask for anything else, my love.

He puts his hand on your cheek and rubs his thumb. A 6 seconds go by and he’s back to squeeze it your ass cheeks, and pulling your waist towards his crotch and rubs his bulge on your parts. Your eyes roll for a second at the sudden hot feeling between your legs.

Banshee-36: I don’t know if I can control myself anymore, do you want this?

You: Of course baby, I always wanted you.

Banshee-36: I’m a little worried, we’ve never done anything like this before, and for my extra part…….they only had sizes in large.

You:(😳)

Banshee-36: Is that alri…

You: YES!!!………🤭…………I mean, yes my love.

Banshee-36: 😆……….okay

Part 3

You two had a wonderful night, a fantastic first time together. The day was filled with so much love, unfortunately you were hurting a little, you went a little rough last night.

You: ouch.

You got up out of bed trying not to wake him up, then walked into the living room you sat down on your furniture brought out Ezra

Ezra: Yes YN?

You: I know what I want to do now.

Ezra: Go ahead, I’m recording…….

During your recording, Banshee walked in.

Banshee-36: Love, who are you talking to?

You: You Honey, you turn to your ghost and wave and a goodbye kiss

Banshee-36: What?

You: Don’t worry it’s for you for later.

He walks behind you, hugging you and kissing your neck.

Banshee-36: Why can’t I hear it now?

You put your hand on his while he’s hugging you.

You: Not now, it’s for when, and if I don’t come back.

He lets go of you walking in front of you grabs your face and kisses you passionately.

Banshee-36: Don’t talk like that……please come back to bed……..please.

You: (a short kiss on him)(softly putting your forehead on his)(whispered) Okay, hun.

You two go back to bed cuddling the day away.

*Note: Sorry for the short chapter, there will be more I needed it to be a short chapter for setting the mood.

Part 4

3 years later………..

YN and their fireteam went to the Leviathan to raid………….that was 5 days ago. There has been no communication for 5 days………….5 days of not knowing what’s going on.

Later that day Banshee saw ships finally show up……………he counted and recognized the ships.

Banshee-36: 1…….not you…………..2…..not you……………3…………4…………………….What?! Where?! Where are you?!

He runs to the flight line as fast as he can with every medic they had and pushed him aside and out of the way.

Banshee-36: Please move! I need to get by! (“Crying” the exo way and begging) PLEASE I NEED TO SEE!!!!

4 guardians………..two holding two wrapped up bodies……….none of them alive where YN.

Banshee-36 fell to the ground, one of the guardians came to him putting YN’s wrapped up body in front of him

Titan: I…………I’m ……..so sorry…………there was no light where we were…….we were surrounded there was one option and they sacrificed themselves for us to escape………..I was supposed to be the other but YN tripped me and put a knife in my belt and ran ahead of me into a pit of thrall and……I wasn’t fast enough I couldn’t do anything…….

The titan put pieces of Ezra on top of YN

Banshee just stares, sobbing and doesn’t say anything. He just sat there with what used to be YN. He stayed like this for a while………20 minutes later Ikora walks behind him puts her hand on his shoulder looks to the side with a crying face.

Ikora: Banshee, come on……..you can’t sit here come on my friend we have to take care of YN, she sent me her will for you 3 days ago let’s….……

She looks down at him……….he shut down.

It took 2 days to bring him back online, he had to be rebooted. Ikora came by to see Banshee, she smiled and saw he was awake.

Banshee-37: What, why am I here? Ikora, where is YN, have they came back yet?

Ikora: (gulps in a sob) Come with me we need to talk…….

Every death anniversary of YN he watched the recording YN left for him and shut down for several days and loses memories every time he gets rebooted.

It was the last time he watched and even remembered a little bit of them…..

Banshee-43: (picked up the file;thumb drive) what’s this? Looks sort of familiar, could be important.

Part 5

Ezra: Guardian, it’s recording!

You: Oh, yes (clears throat)……….hello my dearest, I thought I could say a few words about how much I love you, but words cannot describe. Do you remember our song? (Chuckles) Don’t worry my love you won’t have to forget anymore, I don’t want to sound morbid or anything, but when I’m no longer here you have all of my belongings and can watch this every day so you don’t lose yourself. I have faith I will come back to you after the raid, I heard this one will be difficult and honestly (sigh)……….I am………scared………..……..(tear in the eye, you wipe at it). (Smiles) Well now, I do believe I owe you a song.

Remember me

Though I have to say goodbye…………

Remember me

Don't let it make you cry……

(You tear)

For ever if I'm far away………….

I hold you in my heart…………

I sing a secret song to you

Each night we are apart……….

Remember me

Though I have to travel far

Remember me………..

(Tear)

Each time you hear a sad guitar……….

(Sigh)

Know that I'm with you

The only way that I can be

Until you're in my arms again………….

Remember me

(You put your fingers to your lips for a kiss, and put it on the camera)

I love you, so much. remember me.

(Feed cuts out.)

Banshee-44: She is beautiful, the person she loves is very lucky. I feel like………..wait…………hmm…….I lost it, what was I doing again?

End.

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Keegan! Hello!

Please tell me more about stealing Penny’s skirts and the headphones fic

And you know I have to ask about the tailjob. How could I resist??

Hope you’re having a good day 😘

hi Pal!! :D The headphones fic is plotted but not written, so I'll share the idea I outlined in the wip doc :)

Simon’s therapist suggests he start listening to music, as a part of finding who he is now that he’s not the greatest mage. He tells her he listens to Baz play violin and records all the time, but she explains it’s about him choosing what he likes for himself. Buy some records of his own, or get some headphones and spotify. 

Penny and Baz get Simon a joint birthday gift of soundproof headphones and a spotify subscription. Simon starts listening to music so much that he straps his phone to his belt a la StarLord. 

We follow Simon and Baz in the flat as they share moments over the songs Simon listens to. Shepard keeps sending him tiktok remixes (Misery/CPR)), Baz has a small meltdown (funny) over Simon dancing and singing to it. Baz finds Simon crying (I know it’s Over), Simon and Baz share nostalgia (Into Your Arms), the gang go out to a pub for drinks and Simon thrashes a song he Shazam’d while they were there (Take Me Out). He keeps trying to find a favorite artist, or genre, but instead ends up with a hodge-podge collection of songs that remind him of people he loves. He chose the songs, he likes the songs, but part of why he likes them is because they’re connected to the people he cares about. 

Aaand Tailjob wip is going under the cut for nsfw reasons haha. I hope you're having a good day, too!

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What is the Vanessa/Austin drama, I am severely out of the loop

Oh, so back when they dated (for 9 years), he started singing "Blue Christmas" when it came on the radio, and she was like, "Oh my God, you have to play Elvis at some point." And he was like "Aw, that'd be cool." And then she pressed him again when he was playing piano, and very shortly after that, he found out that Baz was attached to an Elvis project. So, feeling like it was good timing, he started prepping to send in an audition tape by working on talking/singing like Elvis.

He got to where he thought he could do a pretty good impression and recorded himself singing "Love Me Tender" to send to Baz while he was searching for an actor to play Elvis. But Austin felt it was really inauthentic and was feeling insecure about it. Then he had a dream about his mother being alive again and dying all over again, prompted by him reading a lot about Elvis' reaction to his mother's death. He woke up crying and ended up recording himself singing "Unchained Melody" in a very, very vulnerable moment. This is what eventually got him the part. Baz was impressed/intrigued by the emotion in the tape. At some point, Denzel Washington heard that Austin was being considered, and he called Baz up to tell him Austin had an amazing work ethic and that he would be the perfect choice, based on Denzel working with him on Broadway. Austin thanked Denzel directly during his Golden Globe acceptance speech. He didn't hear that Denzel had done that until long after he got the part.

Now when Austin retells this story, he calls Vanessa "a friend." Vanessa fans get mad that he won't refer to her by name or as an ex-girlfriend. And it seems like every time someone brings up Austin's name, the Vanessa stans come in to talk about how she "invented" him and saved his career by encouraging him to go out for the part. Now, he and Vanessa were together for a long time and were synonymous with like ... Disney/Nickelodeon couples because they were both child stars, so I'm sure that's why some people think of them as part of a whole. They broke up sometime in 2020 and have both gone on to date other people. Vanessa shared the story of encouraging Austin in 2019 before the movie started, while they were still together, so that's how people know she had those conversations with Austin about Elvis. But now her fans feel like it's a slight that he doesn't directly address his past relationships. They think he owes her a shoutout and are mad that she's no longer part of the conversation now that he's "made it."

Nobody really knows what their relationship is like now. They might have had an amicable split. They might have a lot of bitterness. They might really be on the level of "friends." Austin might not want to drag his relationships front and center (his current gf Kaia was at the Globes but backstage - although they have been papped, they're usually very lowkey and try to keep some barriers with the press). He might want a clean split from that past Disney image. We don't know. But the Vanessa fans really, really want him to thank her publicly for everything.

I personally think it's disrespectful to his own hard work to imply that she created this opportunity for him, when it was more that other professional relationships he had gave him a good word, and his own research and effort in the audition tape paid off. It's nice that she encouraged him, but why get mad that he refers to her as a "friend" now? That seems ... fine? It's also a huge reach to think he's deliberately shading her. They're both dating other people now, so it makes perfect sense that he's just avoiding throwing headlines out that would cause problems for anyone. It seems like a good strategy because people will find other things to complain about, like his voice, so why would he put his past or current girlfriends through any speculation about whether he still has feelings for Vanessa or vice versa, just because he shares a nice story about her? He has never said a bad word about Vanessa, even when asked about her directly, but her fans are always wanting to bring up drama.

And to quote the Stanley brothers, Elvis' stepbrothers, who always said this about Col. Tom Parker: "If [Vanessa] made [Austin], then why didn't [she] make another one?"

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I loved what you said about kourtney and how you’ll change her plot in s3! do you know what you would like to see for her in s4 + her relationship with jet?

sure, but only if you guys start telling T*m he needs to hire me or that he owes me royalties! I mean, I’ve been saying as much for *quite* some time now. Note those timestamps there 🥰

I fully endorse the harrassment of T*m Federle for whatever reason. Until he can come forward and address and disprove the allegations that have been sitting against him since 2020 (!!!!), I have no problem sending my tiny ass legion of tumblr followers against him. Now, on with the show.

So I'd like to preface this by saying that I do enjoy Kowie. Like, so much that sometime last year I earned myself a special "CEO of Kowie" role in the Wildcats discord. but i think with how much i also love jetney it's just that i love Kourtney Greene and i love when people give her love.

I think a lot of people don't like Roman for whatever reason, I didn't have twitter until far after s2 had finished airing so if there was drama I wasn't present for it. But his IICLH is magical and I do think that Howie genuinely wanted to be with Kourtney- he made mistakes, as a sixteen-year-old boy is wont to do, and he was caught up in the fiery hell of Zacky Roy and Lily Whatsername's Brigade of Evil, and his shadiness in the s2 finale could lend itself to some suspicion on his part.

However, I also really enjoy Jetney. The thing is I also enjoy Jetwen. There is room for all of these things in my perfect HSMTMTS. I just think that brooding, emo Jet is so full of love that he has not let himself share for so long, that when he finally opens up to himself he realizes oopsie, he kinda likes both Ricky and Kourtney! even better, it's right around the time when Ricky and Kourtney have reconciled and become besties again! that's a whole thing with jet. but it bleeds into kourtney's s4 arc, so i thought i'd mention it.

So when we left Kourtney at the end of MY s3, she was full of confusion upon seeing Howie for the first time since she left for camp. I haven't decided yet whether or not the documentary would've been released to the general public yet, but the trailer certainly had, so no matter what she knows that Howie has watched another man profess their love for his girlfriend on national television.

And Howie is... weirdly not bothered by it. He says it scared him a little at first, but he trusts her- and reality TV is all too keen to force things and feed actors lines, so he's not really worried. Kourtney, however, is, because as much as she'd like to agree that it was all for the cameras, there's a very real part of her that does like Jet, and as much as she wants to get rid of it she can't.

So another thing- Nini doesn't move to California. I know this was done in the show because Olivia's schedule didn't work for her to keep being main cast, but this is my perfect fantasy world and I get to keep my ninikins, okay? She left camp early due to her growing lesbianism to record some demos with Jamie in LA, and as s4 starts she's back in Salt Lake waiting for something to come of them.

Sometime in the first episode, Nini and Kourtney are hanging out and Nini reveals that she's written a song inspired by the whole documentary situation, mainly about how she knows her friends hearts despite the editing making them look like entirely different people. They sing it as a duet. Kourtney talks about her Boy ProblemsTM. There's a funny comment about how this time last year the roles were completely reversed. Nini insists that there's lots of other things to worry about and at least Howie is at North and Jet is all the way in Texas, so she won't have to worry about them during their Best Senior Year Ever.

Cut to the first day of school, and Kourtney, Nini, Ricky, and Big Red are all united as a front, and guess who's sitting in Miss Jenn's sixth period Drama II class? Our good buddy, Jet Lastname (i gave them the last name Grey). Kourtney and Ricky are both red in the face all throughout class. Nini and Big Red find this hilarious.

So in my world, HSMTMTS lasts five seasons, ending with the older four graduating. And with that, I want to save HSM3 for the last season. So, s4 will be The Little Mermaid! I really wanted them to be building up to Kourtney and Carlos as Ariel and Eric with Kourtney having her TLM playbill and Carlos wanting to play a human character and if this is my hsmtmts, that means i get what i want, and what i want is Carlos and Kourtney front and center like they deserve. i also want to include songs that didn’t get used from the other shows they’ve done. I feel like I deserve that.

I think that Jet would meet Howie randomly when he and Maddox go to Slices or something, and eventually realizes that he's Kourtney's boyfriend and has a moment.

the Kowie breakup would hurt me unless it was completely amicable. a few episodes into the season, they realize that they're just not working as a romantic couple and would prefer to just be friends. I can't handle a angsty kowie breakup that would devastate Kourtney or destroy Howie's character, I'm sorry. Maybe Howie can get with Big Red idk if i want to keep redlyn or go with madlyn or not!!!

So there's not really a Jet-Kourtney-Ricky love triangle because there's not anger or people being really aware of it- in fact, Jet's a little bit clueless, but Ricky and Kourtney both think that the other likes Jet so they're like "ok i'll keep quiet cause I don't want to make the other person angry" and then eventually they're acting so weird around each other that the four seniors are all in big red's basement late at night and they're super high loopy from lack of sleep and they admit to each other what they've been doing and they all laugh about it and Nini and Big Red are like "wow you guys are not very smart".

The east high friend group is very fruity

But over the course of the season I think Ricky would get over Jet or decide to be single for a considerable amount of time or whatever and actively encourage Kourtney to go after Jet as a contrast to like. Pained helping others to ignore his own problems like he's done before, y'know? Carlos is like "ricky is this another in a heartbeat" but it's not, it's genuine growth and finding happiness in himself before trying to get it from a partner. Ricky and Kourtney also become therapy buddies btw

And if Jetney gets together in s4 it would be closer to the end. I envision Gina (who is Sebastian) leading the kids in a dream sequence-esque performance of "Kiss the Girl" and everyone is like, goading them together, but they decide to take things on their own terms without any meddling from their friends.

So beyond the Jetney of it all, Kourtney tells her mom that she wants a proper therapist and we see her actually getting that in s4, talking about her anxieties and why she always situates herself behind her friends rather than letting herself come into her own. Someone asks her if she's seen all of the support she's been getting online since the doc came out, and she hasn't because she's forced herself to not go on Twitter. Her Youtube channel has blown up and people are wanting to see more and more stuff, but she's too afraid of hate that she doesn't want to risk it at all. She eventually starts uploading more casual makeup videos, and building more confidence in herself.

Eventually, Nini asks if Kourtney wants to do a duet with her on her EP, and Kourtney nearly dies. On one hand, yes she does, but it's after the initial viral boom of the doc has worn off and things are returning more to normal and she doesn't know if she wants to be quite as nerve-wracked as she was before. I think later, sometime in s5, Nini makes a second record and Kourtney happily agrees to do a song with her.

Nini, Big Red, and Ricky are super supportive, and she also allows herself to get closer to Carlos, Gina, Seb, and Ashlyn, and eventually the drama club is on it's way to being a big loving support system.

Plus, not to mention, I cast Kourtney as Ariel in the musical. I wonder if there's a version of If Only that's just an Ariel and Eric duet, cause that would fit Carlos and Kourtney much better than the quartet. Looking dramatically offstage at Seb and Jet during rehearsal and whatnot. She'd be nervous about playing Ariel, sure, but it's about more than that. There's something more innocent, with more ingenuity about Ariel than there is about Elsa, and that's what scares her the most. Performance-wise, she definitely does Beyond My Wildest Dreams as part of the performance and impresses the hell out of everyone. If Only, like I said, would be in rehearsal, and I think Part of Your World too, I think it could parallel the Monster scene I envisioned for s3, where it shows that she's having issues cause the performance is just Too Real, so her friends support her after the fact, just that this time Big Red and Nini are there as well as Ricky and all of the other kids are making it very clear that they're there to support her through it all.

As for her college-related anxieties, well... i suppose i'll just have to write up my ideal season 5 :shrug: