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silverlightqueen · 5 years ago

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Ruin My Life - Part 8

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(fratboy!Jimin - smutty smut !!! A N G ST & a lil bit of fluff ig)

Summary - y/n goes on another night out and runs into a familiar face... not one we expect either. Jimin is a dick, y/n gets her own back, Joon has a crisis and Tae... well ion wanna spoil anything👀

Word Count - 11.5k+

Warnings - oh god here goes um explicit sex, penetrative sex, ‘sir’, explicit dirty talk, sub!reader and dom!male (I don’t wanna give anything away lol), spanking, oral sex (male and female receiving), degradation, edging, multiple orgasms, pussy slapping, fingering, it is FILTH lol, with discussion of alcohol too

a/n: y’all I know it’s been a while but I hope this was worth the wait lmao um unedited as usual but I really hope y’all like it, lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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taglist💕: @keylowmonie @jennafromhome @btrombley13 @parkjammys @chubschimmine @flowingwiththewater @magicalpjm @sakurauchiha2018 @kyrie1707 @simonemothjensen @beach-bitch-bitch-beach @p-yoon

‘You ready yet, y/n?’ Chen calls from the living room, as I pull on my heels. ‘Yeah, just one second!’ I call back, tucking my phone into the pocket of my jeans, and tottering down the hall to the living room where Mija, Chen and Jackson. ‘It’s already 10.30. I’m always waiting on you, bitch. Why ain’t you ever waiting on me?’ Mija demands, and I laugh. ‘It just wouldn’t work the other way around,’ I reply, and she rolls her eyes. ‘You look good, though, I guess,’ she says, and I grin, doing a little twirl. I’m dressed in a pair of light-wash blue jeans, tighter than tight, with a sheer black bodysuit and a pretty black bralet beneath, lacy and all, black heels on my feet, a thick, black lace choker around my neck. ‘Damn, Chen, I might have to steal your date tonight,’ Jackson jokes, Mija slapping his arm gently. ‘Kidding, babe, kidding,’ he says, Mija rolling her eyes. ‘She looks better than me, anyway, so I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I say, admiring Mija in the little black dress she has on, a pair of my black heels (because god knows I have endless pairs) on her feet. ‘And y/n’s not my date, Jackson, she’s got the wrong sexual reproductive organs,’ Chen says, making all three of us laugh as he takes my phone and lip-gloss from me, putting them into his jeans pocket instead because I don’t like carrying stuff around in mine. ‘I mean, if I was straight, I’d totally go for you, y/n, you’re hot as fuck, but, sadly, I am as gay as you are hot so…’ he trails off, and I shake my head at him with laughter, proud of how far he’s come in speaking about in his sexuality.

We’ve become a little group of four these past couple weeks; Mija, Jackson, Chen and I. Both boys are from KPN (which means that Mija and Jackson were getting it on in the frat house whilst I was crying on Chen), and it’s useful having them as friends, as they help us avoid the rest of their frat (and god knows I need to, Eunwoo furious at me leaving him with blue balls). Mija and Jackson aren’t exclusive, but they’re kinda dating, I guess. Since that night, we’ve been out to different bars and clubs with them, and each night has ended in them two fucking in Mija’s room whilst Chen and I watch various Disney films in my room. We’re nearly all the way through the Pixar films. I’m happy for Mija, having noticed how much Jackson makes her smile and laugh, but I can’t help but think about her and Tae together. I did really want them to work, but as long as she’s happy with Jackson, I’m happy too. I’m also really happy for Chen too; he came out to his brothers last week and they were nothing but supportive, not a single one of them cracking the ‘don’t fall in love with me, bro’ joke. It’s gotten around to the rest of the university too, but he hasn’t let the gossiping and rumours affect him at all, secure and happy within himself.

‘Right, let’s go,’ Chen says, all of us trooping out of the door and down to where the Uber is parked in front of our building. We all pile in, Jackson sat up front with the driver whilst Chen is forced to sit between Mija and I who sing along to the music obnoxiously loud, documenting the entire journey for our Snapchat private stories (we love wannabe vloggers). When we arrive, Chen and Jackson flash their VIP cards at the bouncer, who lets us in instantly with a smile, having seen us several times over the past few weeks, ignoring the protests and complaints from everyone waiting in the queue. We head over to our usual booth in the corner, always kept empty, and I don’t bother keeping an eye out for KPN, knowing that they’ve all gone out to another bar across town. However, what I don’t expect to see is the ASP boys dancing in a huddle in the middle of the dance floor. Jungkook spots me and subtly nods at me, a small smile on his face, obviously not wanting his hyung, who dances opposite him, to notice. I give a small wave back before ducking behind Chen, sliding into the booth hastily. ‘ASP?’ Mija asks, scanning the dance floor, and I nod just as she spots them, a dirty look appearing on her face. ‘Whatever, it’s fine, let’s just ignore them. They don’t matter anyway,’ I say, Mija nodding in agreement. ‘Well, he doesn’t matter; the rest of them do,’ Jackson says, earning eye-rolls from Mija and myself. ‘Shut up, Jackson,’ Chen says half-heartedly as he waves over a waiter who takes one look at us and nods, already knowing our drinks orders; a Mai Tai for me, a gin and tonic for Chen, a Jack and coke for Jackson, and a vodka and coke for Mija.

‘Right, what kind of night is it tonight, y/n? A looking-to-be-dicked-down night or a night-out-with-the-squad night?’ Jackson asks, rubbing his hands together. ‘Hmm, I’m not sure yet. If you guys can find me some good dick, then the former. If not, then the latter,’ I say. ‘So we’re second choice?’ Mija asks indignantly, and we all laugh. ‘What about that boy over there, by the bar? Tall, skinny, blond hair,’ Chen suggests, all of us looking over. ‘Hmm, too tall. I’d look like a midget next to him,’ I say, all of us searching the bar again. ‘What about him? The one in the booth, muscles, blonde hair. He doesn’t look too tall,’ Jackson suggests, and I shake my head. ‘He’s too muscly. I don’t like that many muscles,’ I say, and Jackson rolls his eyes. ‘That one? At the door?’ Chen says, and I shake my head again. ‘I like a toned guy. You know I’m not into dad-bod,’ I say, Chen shaking his head. ‘That one?’ Jackson says, motioning to a guy who dances near our booth. ‘Um, yeah, he seems alright. Cute, I guess,’ I say, and this time Chen shakes his head. ‘More my type than yours. He’s definitely gay,’ he says, Jackson sighing in annoyance. ‘That one over there?’ Chen suggests. ‘I’m more into light hair than dark,’ I say. ‘That one?’ Jackson asks. ‘Na, he looks too… serious. I like a guy with duality,’ I say, and Jackson lets out an annoyed noise. ‘You’re too fussy! How are we supposed to find you someone?’ he exclaims. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I guess I just have a refined taste,’ I say, and Chen and Jackson shake their heads, Mija silent. ‘Well, I guess none of these lot are gonna live up to your standards then,’ Chen says, and I shake my head definitively. ‘So that means it’s a night-out-with-the-squad night! We need shots!’ Mija exclaims, all of us cheering in agreement. ‘We’ll go get them,’ Chen says, grabbing Jackson’s arm and pulling him out of the booth.

‘Babe, you’re not gonna find a carbon copy of Jimin,’ Mija says the second they’re out of earshot. ‘What?’ I exclaim, taken aback. ‘You want a light-haired, toned-but-not-muscly, taller-than-you-but-not-too-tall guy with duality? You basically explained Jimin, babe, and as much as I know you’re still into him, you’re just not gonna find a guy like that,’ Mija says, and I sigh, resting my face on my hand. ‘I know, I know. I can’t help it. No one even compares to him,’ I breathe out, and Mija gives me a sad smile. ‘You’ll find the right one, y/n, and it’s just not him. Give it some time. But in the meantime, it’s not like you can’t sleep with a remotely attractive guy, even if you don’t fall in love with him at first sight. It’s been a while since you got dicked down, babe,’ she says, and I nod in agreement. ‘When the boys get back, we’ll do some shots, get super drunk, and then you can go dance and get yourself a man,’ Mija says, and I nod with a grin, liking the sound of her plan. The boys appear then, holding twelve shots between them, and we do three each before downing the drinks we already have, ordering more. Less than half an hour later, the four of us are sufficiently drunk, and so Jackson and I manage to convince Chen and Mija to get up and dance relatively easily.

We meld into the group of dancers in the middle of the room, Mija and Jackson grinding against each other as Chen and I dance modestly (in comparison, anyway) together. Every few minutes, I’ll feel hands on me, and I turn to see what it is the person looks like. Every time, I’m not too keen on what I see, and so shoot Chen a look, who then steps in claiming to be my boyfriend, scaring all the boys away. Chen is very intimidating, I’ll say that; tall, handsome and serious-looking, I wouldn’t mess with him if someone paid me for it. And then, one of the times, I’m surprised when I turn to see a girl. ‘Hey, sweetie,’ she says, body pressed up against me. We’re the same height, with the same body shape, probably able to pass for sisters if we had to. I turn to face her, her hands still on my waist, and smile at her. ‘I’m sorry but I’m straight,’ I say, and she sighs. ‘I’m sure I saw you earlier, sat in that booth, and you looked like you were into girls,’ she says, and I let out a laugh, the two of us still dancing together. It’s weird; I don’t feel at all uncomfortable or intimidated by her, just going to show that girls know how to accept it when they’re told no. ‘You’re probably getting me confused with my friend,’ I say, motioning over to Mija, ‘she’s bi.’ ‘Oh, yeah, it’s her,’ the girl says, before she spots Jackson. ‘Boyfriend?’ she asks, and I shake my head. ‘They’re not exclusive. If you’re into boys too, I’d go for it if I were you. I doubt they’d say no to a third… party,’ I say, and she laughs. ‘I might just do that. Thanks, girl,’ she says, giving me a quick hug before sidling over to Mija and Jackson who instantly let her move in between them, all three dancing together.

I laugh to myself, and before I can even say anything to Chen, Taehyung appears before me. ‘y/n! Babe!’ he exclaims, pulling me into a friendly hug. ‘Hey, Tae!’ I reply, my words probably muffled in his (solid) chest, my makeup most definitely transferring onto his top (thank god it’s black). ‘Can I just say that you with that girl nearly made me hard,’ he says with a mischievous grin. ‘Urgh, Tae, what the fuck?’ I exclaim, trying to hold back a laugh at his complete honesty. ‘Sorry. But come get a drink with me, it’s been a while,’ he offers, and I think it over. What have I got to lose? As much as he can be an idiot, he’s a good guy at heart, and he and Mija don’t have any hard feelings as far as I’m aware, so I don’t see why it’d cause any problems. And it’d definitely make Jimin jealous too. I check over my shoulder to see where Chen is, and he’s dancing with the guy Jackson pointed out earlier, the gay one, and I mentally cheer him on. ‘Yeah, sure,’ I say, letting Taehyung wrap a large hand around my wrist and lead me through the group of dancers up to the bar. He obviously doesn’t have a VIP card, but he manages to get through the crowd to the bar quickly, flirting his way through, shooting people smirks and winks. When we reach the bar, he orders us both a rum and coke along with a shot each, both of us downing the shots as soon as we get them. Honestly, if I continue hanging out with all these frat boys, my liver is going to be fucked before I’m thirty. We head over to the booth where I was sat earlier, still empty, and sit opposite one another. Tae’s eyes wander easily, shamelessly trawling all over me, repeatedly pausing on my chest before continuing. I don’t bother pulling him up on it, knowing there’s no real intention behind his actions. He’d never betray Jimin like that; we might not be a thing anymore, but you don’t sleep with your friend’s ex… or kind-of-ex either. It’s literally like a law… right?

‘You’re looking good, y/n. Really good,’ he says, and I smile, loving a bit of praise here and there. ‘Thanks, Tae. You don’t look too bad yourself,’ I reply with a grin, and he laughs, his adorable boxy smile appearing on his unfairly handsome face. He’s dressed in a black shirt that strains against his broad shoulders and chest, and plain black slim-fit jeans that accentuate his ass perfectly, a pair of black and gold Gucci dress shoes on his feet. ‘Don’t lie to yourself, you know I look better than ‘not too bad’, babe,’ he says confidently, and I roll my eyes. ‘You don’t need me inflating your head any more than it already is,’ I say, and he chuckles, leaning forward. ‘So you agree?’ he asks with a glint in his eyes. ‘You’re infuriating,’ I say, and he leans back, grinning. This is how our conversation for the next hour continues, going back and forth. Just when I think I’ve steered the conversation away from flirting, he throws a curveball and almost gives me whiplash from a flirty comment. And, horrifyingly, I feel myself starting to enjoy it. And then it all gets ruined.

‘Hey, Tae,’ Jimin says, both of us jumping at the sound of his voice. He stands at the side of the booth, hands in pockets, veins in his arms corded tight, and his voice sounds tense and strained. ‘Oh, hey, hyung,’ Tae says, completely at ease as he leans back in the booth and smiles easily up at the other boy. ‘Have you checked your phone? Kook’s been texting you,’ Jimin says, not even sparing a glance at me. I don’t mind, though; if we made eye contact, I’d most definitely shoot him a death stare. ‘Na, I haven’t. I’ve been distracted,’ Tae says with a grin at me, and I grin back before taking a sip from my drink. ‘Well, he was asking if you wanted to get in the Uber with us,’ Jimin says, ignoring Tae’s comment entirely. ‘Who’s us?’ ‘All of us. Me, Kook, Jin hyung, Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung,’ Jimin says impatiently, and I wonder why Hobi isn’t here. ‘How will we all fit?’ ‘For fuck’s sake, Tae, do you wanna come or not? We’ll get a seven-seater,’ Jimin says in a tone that indicates it’s obvious, and I can’t help but agree. Tae’s being purposely difficult to piss him off, and I’m not quite sure why. ‘Na, I’ll hang around a bit longer, and make my own way back. You guys go ahead,’ Tae says, and Jimin hesitates. ‘You sure?’ he asks, and Tae nods with a definitive, ‘I’m sure,’ and so Jimin goes to join his hyungs and Kook who stand waiting a little while away, all of them waving when they spot me looking. I wave back with a wide smile, genuinely happy to see them all after such a long time, and when I turn back to Tae, he’s on his phone.

‘D’you wanna get out of here yet, y/n? Or hang around a while?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Where would we go?’ I ask, and he chuckles. ‘y/n, don’t be cryptic, you know what I’m asking you,’ he says, and I can’t lie, I’m tempted. ‘But…’ I trail off, not wanting to say it. ‘Jimin?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘I don’t think it’s an issue. As much as you probably don’t want to talk about it, he said no to you. You two weren’t exclusive or committed to each other, and he turned down the opportunity to turn the relationship you had into something more. That was his choice. Now this is yours,’ he says seriously, and I really don’t know what to say. Because this isn’t just me deciding whether or not to go home with Tae, it’s me choosing to move on from Jimin or not. If I do this, I am admitting to myself that it is well and truly over with him, and I don’t know if I’m ready to do that yet. Tae instantly notices my hesitation, and sits back, looking at me thoughtfully. ‘You’re still not over him, are you?’ he asks, and I nod, knowing there’s no point in lying. ‘Well, this might not change your mind, but my room is right next to his, remember?’ he says with an impish grin, and I laugh before remembering something.

‘Mija,’ I say, and his face hardens. ‘What about her?’ he asks. ‘You two were kinda… you know?’ I say, and he lets out a false laugh. ‘She wasn’t… she wasn’t interested. And it was only like two days. And, I told you, didn’t I, that we didn’t sleep together that night? So there’s not like there’s really any history. But, I’m not going to lie to you, because you’ve told me the truth, I guess I kinda have had feelings for her for a little bit, but it’s obvious she’s not interested,’ he says, motioning over to Mija who dances with both Jackson and the other girl, the three of them in their own little world. ‘So this could be beneficial for me too. It’ll help us both get over each other’s best friends, and you can make Jimin jealous,’ he says with a grin, and I can’t help but laugh. ‘Okay, get an Uber,’ I say. ‘I already have,’ he smirks, and I swat at him, Tae laughing maniacally as he ducks from my hand. ‘Go tell your friends that you’re leaving, I don’t want them worrying about you and then murdering me when they find out I took you,’ he says, both of us getting up from the booth.

I head through the crowd of dancers and when I reach Mija, I tug on her arm gently, a smile breaking across her face when she sees me. ‘Tae’s just asked me to go home with him,’ I say, and her eyes widen. ‘Tae?’ she demands, and I nod. ‘If you don’t want me to, I won’t, but-’ ‘No, no, go for it! Go get that big, big dick, babe! Just text me and stuff, keep me updated,’ she says, and I feel my heart going out to Tae after hearing how she really doesn’t have any feelings for him at all. ‘You sure?’ I ask, and she nods. ‘Go get your shit wrecked!’ she says, pushing me gently towards the door, and I laugh as she re-joins Jackson and the other girl who sends me a wink and mouths, ‘have fun with your cute ass man’. I hold back a laugh at how similar she and Mija are and turn to find Chen. It doesn’t take long, easy to spot the two tall and handsome men dancing together and I push through the crowd. ‘Hey, y/n! This is Taeyong,’ he says, and I smile at drop-dead gorgeous man, who shoots me a smile in return, making my heart flutter with how handsome he is. And then, because I’m stupid, I say, ‘We both got Taes!’ Taeyong laughs and Chen quirks up a questioning eyebrow. ‘You’re going home with Taehyung?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘You sure that’s a good idea?’ he asks, and I shrug. ‘Life’s too short to worry about things like that,’ I say, Taeyong laughing again, and I decide I like him. If you laugh at my jokes, you’re guaranteed to be in my good books. ‘Okay, then. Keep me updated, and stay safe,’ Chen says, pulling me into a quick hug. I head towards the exit of the bar where Taehyung waits for me patiently, smiling when he spots me a few feet in front of him. ‘Uber’s here already, let’s go,’ he says, putting an arm around me and tucking a hand into my back pocket, hand curving to fit the curve of my ass. We head out, people still queueing outside to get in, and Tae opens the door of the Uber for me. I get a flashback to that night with Eunwoo, sat in the back of an Uber with another handsome man.

When we arrive back at the frat, Tae leads me up to the front door, holding it open for me. He clasps my hand and pulls me up the stairs, the two of us giggling the entire way up because of how tipsy we are, but the light atmosphere between us disappears as soon as his bedroom door shuts. I’ve never been in Tae’s room before, surprised to see that it’s quite clean and very lavish, the wardrobe open to reveal designer labels after designer labels. ‘Something else interesting you, y/n?’ he asks, now sat atop his silk bedsheets, leaning back on his hands and watching me amusedly. The youthful, light-hearted boy in him has disappeared now, leaving behind a formidable and intimidating man. I shake my head, and he chuckles. ‘I asked you a question, darling,’ he says as I put my phone down on his bedside table, beside his own phone. ‘No, Tae,’ I reply, and he stands up, holding out a hand which I place mine in. ‘It’s sir to you now, babe,’ he says, pulling me up against him, and pressing his lips gently to mine. The kiss coupled with the fact that he’s just told me to call him sir already has my pants dampening embarrassingly, and I let out a gentle whine into his mouth. ‘I would’ve said to call me daddy, but I don’t want Jimin barging in here all angry, ruining the mood,’ he grins, pressing his lips to mine again, our mouths moving in sync. He tastes delicious, like alcohol and something else, something unique that I can’t quite put my finger on, and my senses are flooded with the smell of him, his expensive Gucci perfume and something distinctly Tae, the deep and attractive smell I’ve smelt before.

He breaks away from me then, arms still around my waist, and asks, ‘I’ve heard Jimin talking about you and him like twice, but I don’t want to just assume, so I wanted to ask what your limits are.’ My heart melts at how sweet he is, but then I realise; I don’t know what to say. I’ve never had to explain it because Eunwoo was pretty vanilla anyway, and Jimin just always seemed to know. ‘Um, I’m open to most stuff, just nothing too extreme or painful. I don’t mind degradation, or light bondage, or, um, edging and denial,’ I say, hesitating with each word. ‘Anything else?’ he asks, and I think for a moment. ‘You just do your thing, and I’ll let you know if it’s too far. I’ll just say a safe word,’ I suggest, and he nods. ‘What word?’ he asks. ‘Um… how about… pickle?’ I say, thinking back to that dreadful night I threw up on top of a pickle, and he nods with an amused grin. ‘Namjoon hyung told me about that. Gross,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘Pickle it is, then. Now… I think you’re wearing too many clothes,’ he says, voice lowering, before he presses his lips back to mine again. He walks me back to the bed and gently pushes me, causing me to land amongst his silk sheets. I kick off my heels as his fingers come to the buttons of my jeans, eyes locking with mine for another confirmation that I’m okay with this. I nod with a smile, and he makes quick work of the buttons and the zip, pulling the tight jeans down my legs and throwing them across the room. He flicks open the clasp to my bodysuit lazily, fingers grazing my core, and my breath catches in my throat. A grin spreads across his handsome face as I sit up and he pulls the bodysuit over my head, throwing that to where my jeans sit too.

‘Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous, y/n,’ he mutters, eyes drinking in my body clad in just my pants, lacy bralet and choker. ‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ I whisper, and he laughs, coming down to briefly press his lips to mine. ‘God, you’re such an annoying bitch sometimes,’ he says jokingly, and I roll my eyes. ‘No, I’m not kidding. Always turning me down, like you don’t find me as attractive as I find you,’ he says, hands skimming over my sides before he stands at the edge of the bed, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down just past the bulge in his boxers. ‘I’ve been dying to just shut you up,’ he says, pulling his boxers down so his hard (and huge) length springs up against his stomach. I take a deep breath at the sight, before my eyes flit up to his, an arrogant smirk on his face. ‘I’ve been dying to have you choking on my cock so you can’t lie about how you don’t fucking want me when I know you do,’ he says, his words coaxing a whimper from me. ‘Come on, babe,’ he says, pumping his length with a grin, ‘show me why Jimin’s had blue balls since you cut him off.’

I sit up, taking him into my hand and pumping him gently before I gently lick the tip, swirling the tip of my tongue around him a few times. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back so I our eyes meet, and his eyebrows are raised. ‘I didn’t tell you to tease me, babe. Don’t push your luck,’ he says, and I nod, before taking him as deep into my throat as I can. He lets out a low groan as I work up and down his length, bobbing up and down and taking more and more of him in each time. His hands wander up and down my shoulders and neck with a possessive grip, letting out low groans and grunts every now and then. I haven’t even managed to take him all the way in when he pulls out of my mouth, and I look up at him in confusion, wiping at my chin as he tucks himself back in and rebuckles his belt. ‘You’re good, babe – great, in fact – but I’ve changed my mind. I wanna make you feel good,’ he says, pushing me back against the bed. I crawl further up until I’m near the headboard, Tae climbing over me. ‘I wanna make you shout my name so loud he can’t even sleep next door,’ he whispers in my ear. I press my lips to his skin, pressing gentle kisses along his jaw and neck as his hand strays down to between my legs. He pushes my thighs apart, his hand disappearing into my pants and cupping my core, having me breathing raggedly against his skin. He swipes his fingers along my dripping wet slit, and I let out a whine, hearing him chuckle lowly. I bite and suck on the skin of his neck and collarbones as his fingers lightly dance around my folds, sending gentle waves of pleasure through me. ‘You want it, babe?’ he asks, and I hum against his skin as I leave marks, hoping he’ll get the message. ‘That wasn’t an answer,’ he growls, fingers stilling in my pants. ‘Yes,’ I breathe out, and his free hand comes to my throat, pressing gently. ‘Yes, what?’ he asks, dark lusting eyes locked with mine. ‘Yes, sir,’ I whisper, and he grins.

‘Tell me what you want, babe,’ he says, moving off me. ‘Your fingers, sir, please,’ I breathe out, earning a kiss from him. ‘Hands and knees,’ he says, and I swiftly turn over, hands and knees pressing into the soft silk. ‘Such a pretty ass, huh?’ he says, big hands caressing my ass. ‘I wonder how it looks all nice and bruised up. Shall we find out, babe?’ he asks, his hands pausing, waiting for an answer. ‘Yes, sir,’ I reply dutifully, and he chuckles lowly. ‘Belt marks or hand marks? Has Park ever used his belt on you?’ he asks, the smirk audible in his voice. ‘No, sir, never,’ I reply. ‘Do you wanna try it babe, or just hands?’ he asks softly, and I smile at his checking in with me first. ‘Hands, please, sir,’ I say, and he breathes out a laugh. ‘Okay. Just hands,’ he says, before his hand comes down and lands on my ass, the slap resounding around the room loudly. He lands a few more slaps, earning gasps and whimpers from me, and each of them gets harder and louder. ‘Mmm, all nice and red, just for me,’ he whispers, pressing kisses up my spine, and my knees become weak at the feeling.

He pulls my pants down to my knees, the cold air hitting my core instantly, and I shiver at the feeling. ‘God, you’re dripping, babe. Is this from sucking my dick, or being spanked?’ he asks, hands running over my ass and down my thighs, completely missing the area I need him most. ‘Both, sir,’ I reply, and he chuckles. ‘I always knew you were a slut deep down,’ he says lowly, sending a shiver through me. Without warning, he plunges two fingers into me, a moan of his name falling from my lips at the burning stretch. He lands a harsh spank on my ass, with a deep ‘it’s sir to you.’ He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of my core, gentle whines and moans falling from my mouth. ‘Good, babe? Does that feel good?’ he asks. ‘Yes, sir, god, yes,’ I reply breathlessly, arms shaking with the force of holding myself up. After a minute or so of mind-numbing pleasure, one of my arms gives way, nearly having me face-plant the silk pillow covers. ‘Oh, are poor baby’s arms getting tired?’ he asks teasingly, turning me over onto my back. ‘I can’t complain, I get to see this pretty face now,’ he says, and I smile shyly. He spreads my legs again, and settles between them, his position reminding me almost of a kid laid out on their stomach, watching the TV.

‘Such a pretty little pussy, sweetheart,’ he says, almost teasingly, as he eyes my glistening core. ‘I wanna taste you, babe, can I?’ he asks, voice deep, and I moan at his words. ‘Please,’ I breathe out, and he chuckles under his breath. ‘You’re such a pain in the ass. Please what?’ he demands, sounding exasperated. ‘Please, sir, your mouth,’ I whimper, and he laughs again, his breath warm against my core. ‘Louder. I want him to hear you,’ he whispers, and I laugh internally at his pettiness. ‘Please, sir, I need your mouth, please,’ I beg louder, and he lets out a satisfactory chuckle. ‘Better,’ he says before licking a bold stripe up my core. I let out a loud moan as he begins to lick at my slit like he hasn’t eaten in months. ‘You taste fucking amazing,’ he says between licks, loud whimpers and moans falling from my lips. I wind my fingers into wavy, soft brown locks, pulling him closer between my legs, and he slides my thighs up over his shoulders, giving him better access. ‘Sir, fuck, feels so good,’ I moan, and he laughs against my core. ‘Rub it in a bit more,’ he prompts, and I’m more than happy to oblige. ‘Sir, please! I…feels so good,’ I cry out, not holding back as he practically devours me. I try my best to stay still but I begin to squirm in his sheets, and he loses his patience. ‘y/n, stop fucking moving before I make you cum until you’re sobbing,’ he threatens and I stop myself from moving. ‘Actually… maybe I’ll do just that,’ he says with a devilish grin, going back to his ministrations, twice the speed and force. Broken moans, whimpers and whines fall from my mouth every few seconds as he brings me closer and closer to my climax, and when he adds two fingers alongside his mouth, I hit my orgasm with a loud moan, back arching up off the bed.

Once I’ve come down, I meet his eyes, the sight of his chin and mouth covered in my release making me wet once more. ‘You okay?’ he asks, standing up at the foot of the bed, and I nod, eyes flitting down the bulge in his jeans. ‘I’ve just made you cum, and you’re already eyeing my dick like a deprived little cockslut. Was that not enough for you?’ he asks, and I shake my head, biting my lip gently. ‘Fuck, come here,’ he says, and I crawl down the bed. ‘Help me out,’ he says, kicking his shoes and socks off, and I unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and leaving his chest bare. His muscles are defined, not as much as Jimin’s, but still noticeable. His shoulders are broader, and strong, and his waist is small, an enticing v-line visible above the waist of his jeans. I unbutton his jeans and push them down his legs, the boy kicking them away. He unclasps my bra and I pull my pants off, leaving both of us completely naked. He picks me up and sweeps all the papers and stationery off his desk, putting me down onto the polished wood. He reaches into one of the drawers as I press kisses to and pull on the skin of his collarbones and neck, leaving marks in my wake. He pulls out a condom, slipping it on hastily, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod, resting my hands on his biceps as he slowly pushes into me. We both let out moans at the feeling, and he gives me a little while to adjust. ‘Can I move?’ he asks. ‘Yes, sir, please,’ I reply, and he grins, beginning to slowly rock his hips back and forth, pulling nearly all of the way out before sliding all the way back in. ‘God, you’re so tight. He can’t have been fucking you that well,’ he says, voice deep and husky, and I want to point out that that’s not how the female body works, but I can’t get the words out, waves of pleasure washing over me. ‘Faster, sir, please,’ I whine, and he smirks, increasing his pace slightly. And that’s when I hear it. The desk starts to hit the wall, quietly at first, but Tae continues getting faster and the banging noise gets louder and louder as he does so. On the other side of the wall is Jimin, and the thought makes me moan out loud. ‘You like making him jealous, babe?’ Tae asks, and I whimper into his shoulder as his thrusts get faster and faster. ‘Moan for me, babe, get him mad,’ Tae prompts. ‘Sir, feels- oh! Feels so good, fuck!’ I moan, throwing my head back as his fingers begin rubbing at my clit, his other hand gripping my waist so hard I’m sure I’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. ‘Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you, y/n? Letting me fuck you next door to your ex,’ he growls against my ear, and I whimper at his words, already nearing my high. ‘I can feel you clenching, y/n, you gonna cum for me, baby?’ he says, the pet name making me clench even harder, and he moans out. ‘Sir, fuck, I’m gonna…’ I trail off, so close to my climax. And then he pulls out.

‘Tae,’ I whine, and he lands a slap to my core, not too hard, but hard enough that it catches me off-guard, making me let out a little whimper. ‘Don’t complain,’ he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me up from the desk. He leans down and presses his lips to mine, catching my mouth in a sloppy kiss as he pulls me away from the desk and towards the wall, pushing me up against it. ‘Jump,’ he says against my lips, and I do so, wrapping my legs around his waist once more, and he holds my body in place between his and the wall. Without warning, he pushes in and doesn’t start slowly, going at an almost painfully fast pace. My head falls back against the wall, making a noise, and I realise that Jimin will be able to hear that I’m being fucked against the wall because of how thin these walls are. ‘God, you’re fucking gushing,’ he says, the tops of his thighs practically soaked with my arousal. ‘All for you, sir,’ I moan out as he fucks into me, strained chuckles falling from his lips at that. ‘How would Park react to seeing you like this? Getting fucked by his best friend against the wall, moaning like a little bitch for me. Getting your pretty little pussy fucking pounded. He’d be a bit angry, I think. And hard,’ he breathes out, his words punctuated by moans from me, the image of Jimin’s angry face clear in my head.

‘Are you imagining I’m him, y/n? Imagining I’m your daddy?’ he asks, and I don’t answer, not wanting to admit that Jimin’s face has been in my mind since I walked into his bedroom. ‘I’m gonna take that as a yes. But it’s me, y/n, I’m the one making you feel this good. Look at me. Look at me while I fuck you,’ he says, grabbing my chin and turning my face so our eyes meet. His jaw is clenched, sweat dripping from his forehead, lips swollen and eyes dark and dilated. He moves one of my legs, so it’s bent between our bodies, and it allows him to thrust in even deeper, hitting the spot that makes me shout. ‘Fuck, sir, feels so good!’ I cry out, my eyes beginning to water as he fucks me relentlessly, filling me up completely as I tangle my fingers into his hair, gripping tightly. ‘Harder,’ I barely manage to breathe out and he laughs, doing as I wish, grunting from the effort. ‘Such a dirty fucking girl. Little bitch wants her pussy torn in half, huh? God, you’re so hot, y/n, so hot and fucking filthy. Hearing you and Jimin that night, fuck, I was so hard. I wanted to do what he was doing to you, wanted to make you scream like that,’ he admits, balls slapping against my ass as he thrusts into me ridiculously hard, knowing he’ll leave me sore tomorrow.

One of his hands rests at my neck, fingers pressing gently against my skin as his other hand begins to rub at my clit, bringing me ever closer to my climax. He begins to suck on my nipples sloppily, and I rest my head against the wall at all the different sensations. ‘You gonna cum, baby?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘Moan my name,’ he whispers in my ear, before pinching at my clit gently. It pushes me over the edge, and I reach my high with a scream of his name, Tae continuing to fuck me through my orgasm as I clench around him in a tight grip. ‘Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,’ he groans, pulling out of me. ‘Can I cum in your mouth?’ he asks, furiously pumping his cock, and I nod, getting to my knees shakily. I rip the condom off his cock and put my mouth around it, revelling in the deep moan that falls from his lips. His eyes are locked on me as I suck him off harshly, bobbing my head as quickly as I can and taking him as deep as possible, and when I start playing with his balls, it’s game over. I feel his dick twitch as he throws back his head and moans out, ‘fuck, y/n, you’re so good. Shit!’ He pushes my head down onto his cock as he reaches his high, hot thick spurts of his cum hitting the back of my throat as my lips stay around the base of his cock, and he gently rocks his hips back and forth until he’s finished. He slowly pulls out, breathing deeply, and looks down at me with a smirk. ‘Show me, baby,’ he says, and I open my mouth. He groans at the sight of me before saying, loudly enough for Jimin to hear, ‘swallow it, baby. Every last drop.’ I do so, opening my mouth again to show him, and grins, pleased.

He helps me get up from the floor, pressing another gentle kiss to my lips. ‘I need to go for a wee,’ I say after a few seconds, heading into his en suite, quickly weeing, washing my hands, cleaning my makeup off and splashing myself with water, and when I come back out, he’s dressed in just a pair of loose checked pyjama bottoms, torso and feet bare, and hair a fluffy mess. ‘Here,’ he says, holding out a t-shirt of his. ‘I don’t have any underwear for you, though, unless you wanna wear boxers? Sorry,’ he says, and I smile. ‘It’s alright. Scientifically, it’s better if you go bare at night anyway,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘That scientist deffo just made up fake research to get his wife to go bare in bed,’ he says, and I burst out laughing as I pull his t-shirt on, the material soft against my skin. He climbs into bed and I climb in beside him, the boy instantly pulling me into his arms. I reach for my phone, knowing Tae’s watching as send Mija a text to say I’m safe and going to sleep, before locking it and putting it back. ‘Goodnight, babe,’ he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. ‘Goodnight, Tae,’ I reply, falling asleep quicker than ever before.

I wake up to find myself wrapped up in his arms, head tucked beneath his chin, cosy and warm beneath his soft silk sheets (did I mention they’re silk? Sorry, but I’ve never slept in silk sheets before and I already know what my next online order is gonna be). Almost as though he feels me stirring, he wakes up too, pulling me closer to his chest as he yawns. ‘Morning, babe,’ he says sleepily, and I can feel the vibrations of his words against my back. ‘Morning, Tae,’ I reply, turning in his arms to face him, and he shoots me an adorable boxy smile. ‘Sleep well?’ he asks, and I nod, snuggling into his warm and cuddly body. ‘Up for round 2?’ he asks, smirking, and I sigh. ‘And that is my cue to get up and shower,’ I say, beginning to move out of the bed, but he pulls me back in, whining like a baby. ‘No, y/n, cuddle me. We’ll watch a film or something, and then you can shower,’ he says, and I’m tempted. So I agree.

I cuddle back into him and he chuckles under his breath, reaching for his laptop. We both sit up against the headboard, Tae pulling me between his legs so he can cuddle me whilst I find something for us to watch on Netflix, finally settling for The Duff. It’s not Tae’s type of film, but he doesn’t complain, content on playing with my hair and listening to me laugh in all the right places. It flies by, and it feels so comfortable to sit here with him, that I almost forget that it’s Tae. And not Jimin. ‘What are you thinking about?’ Tae asks, knocking me out of my thoughts. ‘Pardon?’ I ask, caught off guard. ‘The film ended a few minutes ago, and you haven’t turned off the next one so I’m assuming you were daydreaming,’ he says, and I laugh, feeling embarrassed. ‘Oh, no, I, um, yeah, I was daydreaming. I zoned out,’ I say, Tae chuckling. ‘Okay, y/n. Oh, before I forget, do you wanna be my date for this fancy end-of-year party that we’re doing? I know it sounds dumb, but it was Joon’s idea,’ he says, and I stifle a laugh. ‘I’ve already had two offers, but I’ll, um, I‘ll let you know,’ I say, and he snorts. ‘Who asked you already?’ he asks. ‘Namjoon and Jungkook,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Well, whatever. You don’t have to say yes to me, as long as you say yes to one of us. It’d be nice to have you there,’ he says, and I smile. ‘Thanks, Tae,’ I say. ‘Do you wanna go have your shower now? I’ll get you some clean clothes of mine out for afterwards,’ he says, and I turn to face him, kissing him gently on the cheek. ‘Thank you, you’re the best,’ I say, heading into his en suite. I strip off Tae’s t-shirt, put my hair up in a bun so as to not get it wet, and climb into the shower, turning on the water. I realise a couple seconds later that the shower gel isn’t in the shower, but on a shelf on the other side of his en suite. With a sigh, I climb out of the shower, leaving the water running, and then I hear Tae’s bedroom door slam.

‘What the fuck, Taehyung?’ I hear a familiar voice say angrily, and my blood runs cold. ‘What?’ Tae asks nonchalantly, and I supress a laugh. ‘What do you mean, what? You know exactly what I’m talking about, you fucking bastard. How could you sleep with her?’ Jimin demands, and Tae laughs. ‘Is she your ex?’ Tae asks, and Jimin’s silent. ‘Is she your ex, Jimin?’ Tae repeats, and Jimin sighs. ‘No, but you know it’s different with us,’ Jimin says, and Tae laughs. ‘If you don’t consider her your ex, if you don’t even have the decency to claim her as your ex, then I don’t see the issue. She’s just someone you used to have sex with, and you have no right to be angry about me having sex with her. End of,’ Taehyung says, and Jimin huffs. ‘No, Tae, it’s not end of. You know it’s different with me and y/n,’ Jimin repeats, and Taehyung laughs. ‘No, Jimin, I don’t know that, because you don’t tell me. You haven’t told me what’s different about the two of you. You won’t tell anyone, so how are we supposed to respect something we don’t know? As far as I see it, she liked you and you didn’t like her back, so you rejected her. That’s it. So why would you be angry about us sleeping together? If you had feelings for her, I’d understand, but you didn’t, because you would be dating her if you did. So explain it to me,’ Taehyung says, the other boy silent.

‘Just… I just wanna know one thing,’ Jimin says quietly, making me strain to hear him. ‘I can’t guarantee I’ll give you an answer,’ Taehyung replies, and I have so much respect for him in that moment. ‘Does she… does she still wear my ring? On her left hand, ring finger, is my ring still there?’ he asks, and Taehyung lets out a gentle pitying laugh, sounding sorry for Jimin. ‘I don’t know, Jimin, I didn’t pay attention to the jewellery she was wearing,’ Taehyung says as I look down at my left hand, pulling his ring off my finger. I turn the water off, both of them falling silent, and feign obliviousness. ‘Tae!’ I call. ‘Yeah, babe?’ he calls back, and I stifle a laugh at hearing a loud thumping noise, knowing Jimin’s definitely just whacked Tae. ‘Can you pass me my phone? I need to text Mija about something,’ I say, opening the door very slightly and sticking my left hand out, making sure Jimin can clearly see that his ring is not on my finger. He presses my phone into my hand, and I reply with a thanks before shutting the door. After a few seconds, I put my phone down and put the shower back on. ‘There’s your answer. She doesn’t wear your ring. Now is that it, or do you want me to ask her to give it back to you?’ Taehyung says. ‘Whatever,’ Jimin says, sounding tired, and then I hear the door open and close, signalling his departure. I carefully get back into the shower, the water running down over my face, and burst into tears, sobbing as though my heart would break.

‘y/n, there are people at the door for you!’ Mija calls, and I jump up from my bed, walking past Mija in the corridor. ‘Who?’ I ask. ‘Go find out,’ she replies over her shoulder. I roll my eyes as I step into the living room, seeing Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook stood at the door. ‘Um… hey?’ I say, heading towards them. ‘Hey, y/n. I asked Mija if you were busy, and she said no, so I thought it’d be nice if we came and did that Netflix binge watch night we planned,’ Namjoon says, and I grin at the heartfelt gesture. And then I spot a laptop under Namjoon’s arm. ‘What’s that for?’ I ask, and he looks down at it, looking back up at me with an almost sheepish expression. ‘Oh, I just brought it with me,’ he lies, Yoongi and Jungkook both looking as though they’re trying not to laugh, various bags and packets of junk food in their arms. ‘Don’t lie, Kim, what’s your ulterior motive?’ I demand, narrowing my eyes at him. ‘I… y/n, I need your help,’ he says desperately, stepping past me into our apartment. I exchange an amused look with the other two boys, and Yoongi rolls his eyes as Jungkook shakes his head. ‘With what?’ I ask, letting the other two in.

‘This party. I bit off more than I can chew. The venue need a deposit in the next two days because someone else wants to book it for that night, but the boys aren’t paying for their tickets; if they did, we’d be able to cover the entire cost, deposit and the actual payment. We’re only charging £15 a ticket but they’re all just being cheap. The uni’s contributing £200 to the venue but we’re not getting that for another two weeks, and that doesn’t even cover the deposit. Everyone’s bugging me about the theme, and I didn’t even think about having a theme in the first place. The boys are all telling me to scrap the whole date thing, but then it’ll get crashed and we won’t get our deposit back and we’ll have to pay for the repairs at the venue. My DJ cancelled because he’s in court, so now I’ve gotta find a new, cheap DJ. The venue need an exact number for catering because they won’t cater for us if it’s too late notice, but I don’t have an exact number yet because no one will confirm. And that’s just the start of it,’ he says, and I blink, trying to digest what he’s just said. Right,’ I sigh, ‘get that laptop loaded up, you two get Netflix on, and let me sort out this mess.’

I set myself up on the middle of the sofa, my laptop on my lap, Namjoon’s on his and Mija’s on hers (she decided to join us), Yoongi and Jungkook sprawled out across the floor, eating and watching Scream Queens. ‘Right, first, we need to get this deposit. How much is it? And how much is the actual venue?’ I ask, and he winces. ‘It’s £300 for the deposit, and £500 for the venue itself,’ he says, and I take a deep breath. ‘Okay. Us five, the other four, that’s 9 of us. If we each put £15 towards it, that leaves us with £165 to make. So we have to get enough people to pay that, or we resort to some sort of fundraising,’ I say, and Namjoon sighs. ‘There are 40 of us. Minus us seven boys, if we can get them all to pay their tickets, then we’ll cover it easy; we’ll make the full 800 for the deposit and the venue, and the uni funding can go towards a DJ and decorations,’ he says, getting his phone out. ‘Will they each pay that though?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘I’ll put it on the group chat, and see what we get back. I’ll pay for whatever we don’t get,’ he says, and Mija puts a hand out to stop him. ‘No. Let y/n send a voice note,’ she says, all four of us looking at her confusedly. ‘If y/n and Namjoon asked you for £15, which one of them would you be more likely to give it to?’ Mija asks. ‘y/n,’ Yoongi replies instantly, Jungkook hesitating but then nodding in agreement after a few seconds. ‘Wow, thanks. I’m so honoured you guys care about me,’ Namjoon says sarcastically, none of us paying attention to him. ‘If you say that you’re helping Namjoon with party planning because… I don’t know. Think of a sexy reason for it,’ she says, and I laugh. ‘What do you mean, sexy reason?’ I say. ‘You don’t need a sexy reason, the frat is pretty much whipped for you anyway, y/n,’ Yoongi says, and I frown. ‘I don’t even know the others,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Some of the first years were asking us why you haven’t been around recently. Trust me, the whole frat loves you. Except maybe Jimin hyung,’ Jungkook says, before his eyes widen, realising what he just said. ‘Sorry, noona, I didn’t mean it to come out like that,’ he says, and I wave him off, willing myself not to cry. ‘It’s fine, it’s fine. Just pass me your phone, Joon, let me send a voice note,’ I say, and he gets his phone out, getting up the ASP group chat and handing it to me.

I press down the button and begin talking; ‘Hey guys, it’s y/n here. Namjoon would have sent this voice note but he’s losing his voice so I’m not letting him speak. He’s over at mine and we’re just party planning and stuff, and the venue needs a deposit in the next two days. If we all pay for our tickets now, we’ll cover the deposit and the venue costs, and the uni funding comes through in two weeks so we can spend that on a DJ and decorations. It’d be really helpful if you and your dates can pay the £15 each for a ticket, otherwise this party won’t go ahead, and it’ll be a real shame if we can’t celebrate Namjoon’s last year as head of the frat. We’re gonna set up a new bank account or PayPal or something, and send the details in so you can transfer all the money into that one. Thanks, guys.’ I look up at the others after recording it. ‘How was that? Was it okay? Shall I send it?’ I say, and Namjoon nods. ‘It was perfect. Send it now, I’ll set up the PayPal,’ he says, beginning to tap away on his laptop. I send it, and await a response. Jungkook and Yoongi both reply saying they’ll pay the £30 for their tickets for themselves and their dates, to prompt the others to do so too. Tae replies next, saying he will too, followed shortly by Hoseok and Jin. Some of the other frat members start to reply as well, and I send the PayPal details in. We watch as the funds get bigger and bigger, and when we reach the deposit, we all (except for Yoongi) start jumping up and down in a circle, screaming in joy.

‘This probably isn’t the best time to ask, y/n, but I still don’t have a date to this thing, you interested in coming?’ Yoongi asks as we take our seats again. ‘Um, I’ve already been asked. By Namjoon. And Jungkook. And Taehyung,’ I say, all three boys raising their eyebrows. ‘Taehyung? Did he ask you in the club… or after the club?’ Namjoon asks interestedly, all three of them looking amused and interested. ‘Um, in the club,’ I lie, slightly embarrassedly. ‘Those clothes look familiar,’ Yoongi says, and I kick myself for not taking off Taehyung’s sweater earlier. ‘Anyway, I’ve been meaning to ask. Why don’t you ask Sana instead of me, Joon? I heard something was going on with you two,’ I ask, Namjoon instantly beginning to blush. ‘What? Who said that? Because it’s completely false. Anyway, we’ve got things to do,’ Namjoon stutters, and I stifle a laugh, Yoongi and Jungkook looking as though this is the first they’ve heard about Sana. Feeling for Namjoon, I change the subject, asking if anyone wants something to drink.

When I’ve come back with everyone’s drinks, I move on to my next task. I dial Chen’s number and wait ‘til he picks up. ‘Hey, y/n,’ he says. ‘Hey, bitch!’ I reply, and he laughs. ‘What’s up? You good? How was last night?’ he asks, and I try not to laugh. ‘I think I should be asking you that. But anyway, we’ll fill each other in another time, I’ve got an emergency,’ I say. ‘What’s happened? Shall I come ‘round? Are you and Mija okay? Shall I get Jackson?’ he asks, panicking. ‘Chen, no! We’re fine. Maybe emergency wasn’t the best word to use. But can you come ‘round actually? We could do with your help,’ I say. ‘What am I getting myself into?’ he asks, sighing. ‘Party planning!’ I exclaim. ‘I’m down. Ask Mija if she wants me to bring Jackson,’ he says, and I do so. ‘No, he’ll just wanna go have sex,’ she says, and I stifle a laugh at the boys’ faces, surprised at hearing of Mija and Jackson because no one knows that they’re kinda dating. ‘She said no, he’ll just want to have sex. Bring yourself and food, bitch,’ I say. ‘How about pizza? Or Chinese?’ he asks. ‘Oh, my God, how can I choose? Surprise me, you know what I like,’ I say. ‘Alright, I’ll be there in like half an hour,’ he says, the line cutting off after that.

‘Right, Chen’s coming. He’ll help us sort the DJ. What else do we need to do?’ I ask Namjoon. ‘A theme,’ he says, and I exchange a look with Mija. ‘Are you doing suits and evening dresses and shit?’ she asks Namjoon, who nods. ‘Masquerade,’ Mija and I say at the exact same time. ‘Masquerade?’ Joon asks. ‘Classy, sexy, mysterious and fun all in one,’ Mija says. ‘What kind of decorations would we have though?’ Namjoon asks, sounding sceptical. ‘We could just do a colour theme. Something classy like… rose gold and white! We could get a flower wall, a balloon arch, centrepieces. We could do a sweet bar, a chocolate fountain, a photobooth, a-’ ‘y/n! We only have £200 to spend on all this stuff. There’s no way we can afford all that. Stop getting so carried away,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Is that a challenge, Joon? Because I will make it my life’s mission to get all of those things. I’ll get them or I’ll die trying,’ I say, Namjoon raising an eyebrow. ‘That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?’ Yoongi asks. ‘No, I like the energy, noona! I’ll help,’ Jungkook says, mouth full of chocolates. ‘You’re all gonna help. We’re gonna make this party the best ever. What are the others doing right now? Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung?’ I ask, purposely leaving Jimin out, and none of them point it out. ‘Nothing, I don’t think. Why?’ Namjoon asks. ‘Get them here now,’ I say, exchanging an excited glance with Mija, ‘we’re about to throw a party-planning party. Mija, call Chen and ask him to get enough food for nine.’

‘What the fuck?’ Tae asks as he steps into our apartment. Jin and Chen are sat at our tiny dining table, both of them on the phone getting quotes from various decorations companies for balloons, centrepieces and flower walls. Namjoon is sprawled out on the floor, on the phone to the venue and discussing different menus. Yoongi’s sat in the armchair, Mija sat on the arm of it and leaning on him as they both look at Namjoon’s laptop, trying to write up a seating plan so we can order or make place holders/keepsakes, having planned for each table to have a different designed item. Jungkook is beside me on the sofa, phoning up the frat members one by one to confirm their attendance, ask who their date is or urging them to find one, and getting those of them that haven’t sent the money for the tickets to do so. I’m making various spreadsheets and charts, writing up the different menus Namjoon repeats out loud to me, the quotes that Chen and Jin are getting, the dates that the boys have, the ones that have paid and the ones that haven’t as Jungkook lets me know after each phone call, contributing to Mija and Yoongi’s seating plan by letting them know who doesn’t like who. ‘Yeah, it’s a bit hectic,’ I say as he shuts the door behind him. I turn back to my laptop and type up the numbers that Chen reads out to me, and a few seconds later, I feel Tae’s hands on my shoulders.

He didn’t tell me anything about his conversation with Jimin after I came out of the shower, just acting as though nothing had happened, the whole time I got changed and when he drove me back to mine and Mija’s accommodation too. Mija eyes us, an amused grin on her face; I told her about what I’d overheard, and she said that she appreciates Tae speaking to Jimin the way he did. I’d also told her about the details of mine and Tae’s night together, trying to spot any signs of jealousy, but there was nothing; she truly has no feelings for Taehyung. Which is totally fine, of course, because she doesn’t need a man, and she’s happy with Jackson anyway. ‘Hoseok hyung couldn’t make it, but what can I do to help?’ he asks, leaning down and burying his head into my neck, some of the others watching us interestedly. ‘Um, Chen knows a guy who does DJing, but can you set up a playlist for him to use please?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘Of course,’ he replies, sitting down on the other side of me and getting his laptop out of his bag.

Slowly but surely, we manage to tick things off one by one. Chen strikes gold and finds a decoration company that’s about to shut down and are selling all of their stock at a fraction of the original prices, and so he makes arrangements with the owners for us to go and pick up what we need in two weeks’ time, on a Sunday. The shop is a two hour drive away, but we decide it’s better to go there than spend five times the money at a closer shop. In total, the decorations we’re looking for come to £50, and I could kiss Chen for finding such a fantastic shop. Jungkook gets all of the boys to confirm and pay for their tickets, and all of them promise to find their dates asap. We collectively decide on the least posh menu and Namjoon promises the venue that he’ll get back to them on how many of each dish they’ll need to prepare. Yoongi and Mija sort out a sufficient seating plan, putting the seven boys and their dates on the same table, meaning if I go, I’ll be sat on a table with Jimin and his date, mostly Jeongyeon, a thought that makes me feel sick to my stomach. We all contribute to the playlist, Tae noting down the songs that we all shout out every couple minutes or so.

‘Right, and we’re done,’ I sigh, falling back against the sofa after a few hours of solid work. ‘What have we got left to do?’ Jin asks. ‘We’ve gotta find a company that sells or rents out chocolate fountains for cheap, either hire a sweet bar or do one ourselves, depending on which one is cheaper, pick up the decorations, write up some kind of online invitation with the date, time, venue, theme everything, and send it out to the boys and their dates with plenty of notice so they can get their outfits. I think that’s it,’ I list off, Namjoon making notes on his phone. ‘y/n, you’re a godsend. Thank you so much for your help, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you,’ Namjoon says, and I grin at him. ‘I gotchu, Joonie. Now, can you guys leave because I got an early lecture to go to in the morning?’ I say, the others laughing as they all begin rising up from their seats. I watch with interest as Jin and Chen exchange social medias, and Tae and Mija laugh about something together. The boys all bid me goodbye one by one, Jin and Tae hanging back. ‘y/n, I don’t have a date to this thing yet, are you planning on coming? Because I want you to be my date?’ Jin says, and I take a moment, looking up at the ceiling. ‘She’s already had four offers, buddy, you’re too late. Namjoon, JK, Tae and Yoongi all beat you to it,’ Mija says, and Jin’s mouth falls open. ‘Seriously? Fuck, I don’t know who I’m supposed to take,’ Jin sighs, and I laugh. ‘I’ll keep your offer in mind, Jin, thank you for asking,’ I say, and he nods. ‘It’s alright, y/n, just make sure you say yes to one of us,’ he says, and I nod, waving as he leaves, Tae still hanging around.

‘You okay, Tae?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘I, um… there’s something I need to tell you, y/n,’ he says, making me panic. ‘Um, okay,’ I say, not sure what else to say, and Mija disappears into the kitchen, obviously not wanting to intrude. ‘I don’t know much about what happened between you and Jimin, but what I do know is that you have a right to be aware on what’s going on in his life at the moment. So I thought I should tell you that Jeongyeon came over earlier, a little while after I dropped you off back here. I don’t know if he called her over hoping you’d see her, like as revenge, or because they’re together or something, but I thought you should know,’ Taehyung says, slowly and hesitantly, and I don’t feel shock or hurt. I’m just numb. ‘Thank you for telling me, Tae,’ I say. ‘Are you not, um… surprised?’ he asks, and I shake my head with a sad smile. ‘He slept with her Tae. That’s why I cut him off. He slept with her that night he took me out and that party happened out of nowhere. Whilst I was tidying and throwing up, he was upstairs in his room with her, knowing full well I could’ve walked in at any second. So, no, Tae, I’m not surprised,’ I say, and Tae’s mouth falls open. ‘Does… does he know you know?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘I found out the next morning. I slept in Joon’s room for the night, and saw her coming out of his room in his clothes when I was hiding in the bathroom. When I confronted him on the football pitch, he confessed, and I told him I already knew,’ I say, and Tae sits down beside me, taking my hands into his. ‘y/n, I’m so sorry. He’s scum,’ Tae says, and I don’t have the energy to partake in the Jimin slander. ‘Just promise me you won’t tell him you know. And please try to act normal with him. I don’t want to ruin anything,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Of course, of course. I won’t breathe a word, and I’ll try my best not to throttle him next time I see him. I should head back actually, but I’ll see you later, y/n. I’ll text you soon, and we’ll go for coffee or something,’ Tae says, and I nod. We bid each other goodbye, and he leaves, Mija walking in seconds later. ‘God, I really hate Jimin sometimes,’ she says, sitting down beside me and pulling me into her arms, and I sigh, resting my head on her shoulder. ‘So do I, Mija,’ I reply tiredly, ‘so do I.’

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chanbangblog · 5 years ago

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Sushi Date

One shot request: One shot request!! Having a crush on Han you don't know it's reciprocated. A makeout leads to a sweaty, passionate sex in his car on the driver's seat (riding, straddling)

(A/N: jisung x reader, smut, 1.9k words)

“Glad to see you’re among the living,” you said sarcastically as you closed the passenger door to Jisung’s car.

“Shut up, I’ve been busy, don’t act like you don’t go off the grid sometimes,” Jisung quipped back at you. His burnt orange air was still gleaming, even in the dim street lights that were casting through the window. Just like you remembered it.

And oh, you’d spent quite a bit of time recalling what he looked like. What he smelled like. How his voice sounded when he was sleepy.

Fuck, you had it bad for Han Jisung.

Really though, how could you not? He has the most gorgeous eyes, and the cutest cheeks, and he always has the coolest hairstyles. You’re honestly still recovering from when he had dyed it a navy blue. Lately, his arms had been looking more and more muscular and you, too often, found yourself imagining what it would be like to touch them.

You had known Jisung for years now, he had become one of the constants in your friend group. You weren’t sure when your crush had started but you couldn’t deny it at this point, you were insanely attracted to him. But you tried not to dwell on it, you knew he just saw you as a friend and you wouldn’t waste time deluding yourself with anything to the contrary. That didn’t keep you from flirting with him though. It was honestly impossible not to, although he did seem oblivious to it most of the time.

Tonight happened to be one of the rare occasions that you and Jisung were going to hang out alone. Minho and Chris had both cancelled last minute, but Jisung said he still wanted to sushi and asked if you were down to go still. Of course you said yes, how could you pass up an opportunity to pretend you were on a date and he was your obnoxiously attractive boyfriend? Plus sushi, this was a win-win.

“Y/n? You good?” Jisung asked, snapping you back to reality and out of your thoughts.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry I’m good! So, sushi?” you said, trying to act nonchalant, and not like you’d been fantasizing about him in your head.

“What’s going on up there?” Jisung questioned, cocking his head to the side. His eyes stared into your fucking soul and god, it made you nervous.

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“You were zoned out forever, what were you thinking about?” Jisung asked, a smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth.

“You don’t wanna know,” you said playfully, hoping he would laugh it off and just drive the fucking car, instead of trying to expose you.

“Oh, but I do,” he said back, a hint of playfulness in his voice as well, “tell me, I’m sure it’s nothing worse than what goes on in my head.”

“Really it was nothing, and believe me, it’s a shit show up here 24/7, you don’t wanna know about it,” you said, laughing at your own truth.

“What if I do?” Jisung said, looking suddenly serious.

“I-“ but you couldn’t finish your sentence because he was leaning over to where you were sitting and connecting your lips.

You couldn’t process what was happening, shock had overtaken you and it even took you a few seconds to close your eyes. But once you did, you were met with fireworks. His lips moved gently against yours, working to part them so he could gain access to your mouth, his tongue mingled with yours and you put a hand in his hair, pulling him as close as possible. You never wanted this to end. You were so afraid this was a dream and you’d wake up to your alarm clock any moment.

Jisung rested a hand on your thigh and began rubbing a circle with his thumb. And god, you wished he would move his hand higher, you were already thrumming with arousal in your core.

Jisung pulled away enough so you could look into his eyes, “Is this okay, y/n?” he asked, so sweet, so sincere, you thought you were going to combust.

You used both hands to touch his cheeks, “Yes! Yes, Jisung, this is more than okay.” You said immediately.

“Good,” he said simply, and connected your lips again. This time there was more heat behind the kiss, no more being unsure, the chemistry you knew you had felt with him was beginning to explode.

Jisung, you were actually kissing Jisung right now. Your mind couldn’t process it. Jisung’s hand kept slowly creeping up on your thigh and you were so desperate you finally just moved it all the way up yourself and let out a slight moan as he began rubbing you through your jeans.

You needed more, so when he began pulling you over toward his seat, you gladly went. You moved to straddle him in the drivers seat, your ass making the horn honk accidentally along the way.

“Oh shit,” you broke the kiss to say, “can you move this seat back or something?” you asked, embarrassed.

“Yeah yeah, sorry!” Jisung said, sounding out of breath and fuck, you loved the sound of it. He moved the seat back and reclined it back completely, reaching up to pull you with him. You leaned over him and your lips found his neck, kissing and nibbling there as you palmed his growing erection through is pants.

“Fuck, y/n, fuck,” Jisung panted. Yeah, you could definitely get used to him sounding like this.

You moved your lips back to his and he began working to open the button and zipper of your jeans. He worked his hand in your tight pants and slipped a finger inside you. You sighed at the relief it gave you.

“Oh my god, you’re so wet, that’s so hot,” he said, sounding amazed.

“I want you so bad Jisung,” you confessed, as you shamelessly began rocking yourself on his finger, “I need you right now.” You said as he slipped another finger in, making you moan in satisfaction. But you needed more.

“Do you want to?” He asked, once again staring into your fucking soul.

“More than anything,” you managed to say back, a moan threatening to break your even tone.

“Okay,” was all he said in response. He removed his hand and you whined at the feeling of emptiness. He used both his hands grab your hips and lift you up slightly, then began trying unsuccessfully to pull your pants off.

The only sound was your panting breaths, “here, I got it, just hold on,” you said as you very unflatteringly contorted yourself into positions a yoga teacher would be damn proud of to get your pants off while still being in the driver’s seat with him. You removed your underwear with them, because you couldn’t wait any longer.

You seated yourself back on his now obviously hard dick that was straining through his pants and began rocking back and forth, soaking the material there.

“You look so fucking good,” Jisung praised, as he pulled you down to kiss him again. The kiss was desperate and hungry as you continued grinding down on him, getting little relief until his fingers found your clit. You screamed at the sensation and started to go harder.

“Need-I need you inside me,” you said between sighs. You moved your hands down to his pants and unzipped and unbuttoned them, pulling them down with is underwear just enough to free his cock. It looked even better than you had imagined and it was big. Where had he been hiding that thing? Because damn.

You couldn’t help but gasp when you saw it, but the gasp turned into a moan when you realized it was going to be inside of you. Man, are you sure you’re not dreaming?

“Condom.” Was all you said, and began pumping his hard length. Jisung immediately sighed at the feeling you were giving him but also began trying to reach his back pocket. After some fumbling he fished out a condom and you stopped touching him so he could roll it on.

You were both breathing heavily at this point, so fucked out with want you felt like you were in a haze. But at that moment you both looked at each other and you felt clarity, you smiled and he got that half grin on his face that drove you wild.

You moved to position yourself, lining up his cock with your entrance and slowly sank down on it.

“Jisung,” you moaned as you felt his thick girth stretch your walls. You felt his hands grip on your hips bruisingly tight as he sighed and his eyes squeezed shut, obviously overwhelmed with the feeling as well.

When you had seated yourself completely on him, you began to rock back and forth, Jisung’s hands roamed up under your shirt as he watched you ride him like you were born to do it.

“Fuck you look so good.” Jisung said, sounding so fucked out, “I can’t believe you’re mine”

Mine, you thought. What a choice of words.

“Yes, yes, all yours,” you said back, so, so desperate for your release.

He leaned up and kissed your chest, you put your hands around his neck to pull him closer as he pulled your shirt down with your bra so he could kiss your breasts, kissing and nibbling on the skin until he began sucking on your nipple.

“Jisung! Jisung-I’m-“ but you were cut short as your orgasm washed over you, ecstasy washing over you in waves. Jisung held you and fucked you through it, hips bucking up into you until you came back down from your high.

He leaned back on the seat, “you’re so fucking hot, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he informed you. Which was fine by you, you were dying to see him cum.

You resumed riding him and picked up your pace, “I want to see you cum, Jisung,” you said, rocking back and forth like your life depended on it.

“Ah-okay-I’m-“ Jisung began as you felt him stop his movements and his cock twitched inside of you as he came, his hands were squeezing your hips so tight and he breathed your name as he finished cumming.

You both stayed in that position for a few moments, breathing raggedly. When he opened his eyes and met yours you just smiled and you both burst out into laughter.

You moved off of him, back to your seat as he peeled the condom off and tied it.

“You should probably just throw that out the window,” you said, giggling.

“Uh yeah, probably,” he said as he did exactly that. You watched as he pulled his pants up and re-zipped them like nothing had happened.

He looked over at you and you both busted out laughing again, post-sex bliss probably to blame.

“Mine, huh?” you said, too happy at the events that had just happened to care if you were being bold.

“Yeah, if you want to be,” Jisung said, looking almost nervous that you would say no.

“I want to be, Jisung,” you said fondly, he reached over and kissed you again, his hand grabbing the back of your hair and pulling you close. It was perfect. He felt perfect.

“And you know what else I want?” you said suggestively.

“Sushi?” he asked, smirking once again.

“Hell. Yes.” You responded, and he put that car in drive.

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fightwing · 4 years ago

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🌟🌟🌟 ??? :D / @brattwonder

🌟- as an advocate for the ‘damian can do anything he wants to, dont feel pressured to follow the path of any of us’ dick has saved every piece of artwork damian has throw away or discarded. to his knowledge damian hasn’t drawn him or anything related to him, and most of the discards are just scenery or animals but there’s something so special about them and they genuinely make him happy to see damian enjoying something simply for the sake of enjoyment. he’d put them on the fridge at the penthouse if he didn’t know they’d mysteriously disappear by morning so instead he hoards them like a dragon.

🌟- damian and dick, much like in the field make an excellent social team. how? well dick, too polite to ask people who are rude/annoying to pls go away means damian is there to save him, and dick is there to play mediator between damian and anybody dick sees as a potential friend for damian. dick doesn’t really go to galas or anything WE anymore unless he thinks damian needs/wants a friend. not to mention they both get to use the other as an excuse to leave early because obviously its past damians bed time and dick really should be getting on the road and i guess i’ll be the good child and walk him out. dick can usually convince him to watch a movie or something before they both pass out on the manor couch like the old penthouse days

🌟 - dick knows and understands the pressure pride puts on people, but damian really is one of the things he’s most proud of in this world. and something he thinks his parents would be proud of too, and from all the mistakes he’s made he thinks thats rare. i know its basically canon after that whole nwing rebirth issue, but damian really did show dick that despite not knowing what the fuck hes doing, he can do alright in the mentor/father position and that 10000% had an affect on his reaction to shawn possibly being pregnant and dick not freaking out that much (about the baby, dick was obviously freaking out about the kidnapping jbbvdjfv).

🌟- had dick not joined spyral, damian’s death would’ve been some kind of an end for him. maybe a rebirth but only after a very big (jdfvbk) spiral. obviously im not a big fan of how bruce got dick to agree but even in spyral dick was hanging on by a thread because not only did damian die but he died for him and that was like the final jenga block in his brain that toppled everything. if dick had known damian was alive halfway through his mission he would’ve done whatever it took to get back to gotham faster, probably asked them/tiger for help covering up since dick’s identity was still released but yeah anyway damian’s death shook him in such a character changing way and had he known damian was back he definitely would’ve compromised the mission and idk if he would’ve gotten his identity back bc of it.

🌟 - in an attempt to teach damian how to enjoy things, they briefly tried cooking together buring the b&r era. or, more accurately, damian cooked while dick sang along to whatever was obnoxiously playing on the radio and also never accurately measured anything ever in his life. they still do it sometimes, and when they actually focus they’re pretty decent. they made alfred dinner on his birthday and it was wonderfully edible.

#brattwonder #i can never think of hcs when i actually need to but im always emo abt these two #so there are MORE but also i miss them and we were the best richard still gets me xoxo #* reflections / headcanon.

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dontbeathorloser-blog · 6 years ago

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An Alien, A God And A Bag Of Chips Walk Into A Fire Fight || Noh-Varr and Thor

Thor and Noh-Varr pursue some Skrull into space seperately, they get to know one another and make some memories.

Thor had been on the trail of the Skrulls since the attack on New York. Being Asgardian meant that he had somewhat of a studier physique. At least compared to humans. So as he travelled through space, tracking the Skrull fleet or what was left of it through the stars, he had plenty of time to consider the situation in his solitude. Could he really justify stopping his fight now? After so many years, didn’t the humans out there need him now more than ever. Pausing for a second, he bit his lip and shook his head. Before bright headlights of a ship blinded him and he swerved headlong through an asteroid. Ouch. Brushing what remained of the space rock off of him, he shook his head and turned to face the ship. “Who goes there?” he demanded brashly.

Noh-Varr had spent the majority of the Skrull invasion ferrying people out of harm’s way; which since he was a being created in a lab to be a super soldier, chafed him a little bit. But he had his chance at battle now, as he and his ship hurtled through space. Popping an earbud in he scrolled through music before settling on a playlist he’d made back when he and Kate were still together. The music pumped through him as he scanned for Skrull signatures before noticing something impact a nearby asteroid. “Ahh fuck.” English was a marvelous language for profanity, “Did I just hit a person?” A bellowing and brash voice echoed through his ship’s speakers and he cocked an eyebrow, turning on the external PA system “Noh-Varr, captain of the Marvel. Of….. well a lot of places. But currently earth. Who the fuck are you?”

If thunder could flash in space then Thor would’ve used that to effect. However, unfortunately space didn’t quite have the particles that he needed to generate lightning. Instead he would stick with hefting his hammer, which he managed to at least make buzz a little bit. “I am Thor, God of Thunder, King of Asgard, protector of the bifrost and weilder of the uru hammer Stormbreaker. I survived Ragnarok, I’m sure that you’ll have heard of me.” He gazed through the windscreen at the younger man inside. “Noh-Varr, what kind of name is Noh-Varr anyway?” he said sourly, somewhat pissed that he’d been crashed into an asteroid, but maybe he could turn this to his advantage. “What is your purpose here Noh-Varr.”

There was a lot of sass coming from outside the ship and Noh-Varr really wasn’t feeling it today. “The bigger the title the smaller the dick.” He muttered to himself before triggering the microphone again, “I’m sorry, I zoned out about two thirds of the way through that. I think I heard Quill mention you. Wasn’t particularly kind what he had to say but he’s a grumpy asshole sometimes.” His brow furrowed and he flipped the stranger off through the front window of his ship, “Rude. That’s so uncalled for and rude. I was just driving along, listening to good music, hunting Skrull and you’re all up in here making fun of my name?” If dating Kate had taught him one thing it was how to be rude to someone who’d been rude to him first “I’m not the one who slammed into an asteroid. What’s your purpose here, God of Quasi-Douchebaggery?”

Frowning gently, Thor rolled his eyes at Noh-Varr’s answer. Of course he was here to hunt the Skrull, and the fact that they had a similar goal strategically made sense to him. After all, there was plenty of things that two could do better than one. “I have been fighting for the survival of this universe since before you were out of swaddling clothes,” he snorted in Noh-Varr’s direction. Although he couldn’t help but snort once more. “I’ve been chasing after this particular band of Skrulls since they attacked Earth, I plan to wring their necks out and turn them into the equivalent of space fly zappers.” He paused to stroke his beard, static still pouring off of the head of Stormbreaker. “But I have no need to explain myself to you Noh-Varr.” Thor was the god of thunder, a power into himself. He didn’t need to explain him to anyone, least of all someone who drove like the All-Father minus the two eyes. “Your bad flying hit me into the asteroid fool. Not the other way round.”

“That’d be a far more impressive statement if you were talking to someone who was actually from this universe. I’ve only been here for like….” Noh-Varr did some quick math in his head, “ten years? Something like that.” Shooting Thor a semi-sarcastic thumbs up (another by product of his relationship with Kate) he nodded, “Cool cool cool homicidal aggression is always a good choice. It’s what I was created for so I get that. And you better watch the sass about my flying, your sparkiness. The Marvel here is the finest piece of Kree engineering in the multiverse. If there was a collision it was because you hit my baby, not the other way around.” Gesturing to the interior of the craft he ran his fingers through his white hair, “Do you want to come inside? I’ve got upholstered seats. Far more comfortable than the freezing vacuum of space, I’d imagine. Snacks too!”

“Ten years and you’ve never heard of me.” Thor frowned and wondered whether he was truly the universe-renowned warrior that he had once believed himself to be. But then he scolded himself for having so little faith in himself. Kree engineering. That was hardly a good sign, however Noh-Varr seemed to be on the side of the good guys, at least for the moment. “I am not blaming your ship, I am blaming the pilot for not looking where he was going.” But on his offer to come inside, Thor considered refusing and flying with Stormbreaker, but he decided that it was probably not a good idea to upset this young hotshot once more, and he could do with a break. But it was the snacks that really sold it for him. Maybe they would have some doritos or pringles, two Earth snacks that he had become increasingly fond of. “Aye, I should like to look upon your face before I make my judgement as to your worth.”

“I live with Peter Quill. He takes careful pains not to mention you if at all possible. Drax mentioned a pirate angel man. Which I’m just going to assume is you.” Raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow Noh shrugged. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. You’re the one just flying through the vast emptiness of space. Don’t sass me about flying habits. Weirdo.” Thor’s response made him laugh a little “well. I’m genetically engineered to be stunning. So. Try not to fall in love when you look upon my face.” His fingers flew across the console “rear airlock is unlocked. Welcome aboard the Marvel.” As he waited for Thor to make his appearance he kicked some clothes under one of the benches. He’d packed a bag for this trip, since he had no idea how long it was going to take, but he hadn’t really bothered to tidy when he’d stopped meditating this morning. Really didn’t expect guests in the middle of space-nowhere.

“Unlucky for you,” Thor replied with a smirk, “I enjoy Quill, but he has never forgiven me for being … well me. I think I make him feel insecure.” Pausing for a second, he grinned at Drax’s comment. Of course he was still calling him a pirate angel, that made him feel much better after all. He was as good looking as a pirate angel. “If you hit a human with a cart or even one of their new cars, it is hardly the humans fault. The same should and must be said for your reckless driving.” Noh-Varr was good looking, his personality however obviously left something to be desired. “Don’t worry, I only fall in love with those who are worthy of it and you are so obviously not.” He smirked proud of his little dig. Stepping into the mess of a ship, he looked at the dirty underwear that had been kicked underneath a bench and raised an eyebrow. “Well, Noh-Varr, we need to find some Skrull to continue hunting them. So where exactly were you headed?”

“Probably. that’s actually one of my favorite pastimes. Making him uncomfortable and insecure. I’m very good at it now.” Rolling his eyes again at Thor’s diatribe Noh waved off his complaints. “You’re flying through space. Alone. Without a ship. This isn’t like I hit a cyclist. Your weird-ass needs to get a ship. And until then I’m ignoring your comments about my flying.” As Thor entered the ship Noh-Varr was temporarily taken aback at how tall the god of thunder was. But he managed to recover in record time and throw a smile on, it was nice to have someone who threw some good natured ribbing right back at him, “Awwww sweetheart that’s just because you don’t know me yet. Give it time.” He stuck his hand out, “I wasn’t expecting company. This was supposed to be some post-battle me time. But have a seat and raid the fridge.” He resumed his seat at the helm and shrugged, careful rolling and hanging his earbuds up, “I’ve been scanning for propulsion signatures and following that. The Marvel is a pod from the Kree diplomatic fleet back in my universe but I’ve tinkered with her enough to boost her scanning capabilities. Did you have any suggestions?”

“It is simply so easy, I cannot imagine how anyone would get any pleasure in it. I am a God and all I need do was flex a bicep and he would feel insecure.” Smirking gently, Thor moved a stack of clothes off of the co-pilot seat and strapped himself in. “I don’t need a ship to fly through space, obviously,and I can normally use the mighty power of the bifrost to go wherever I please, having a ship is hardly a requirement. Especially when the people who have ship insist on driving them as if they were Asgardian pensioners.” Turning obnoxiously in his swivelling co-pilots chair, Thor turned to face the fridge before standing and moving over to raid it. Maybe Noh-Varr wasn’t that bad after all. “I was following a tip from an old member of the Nova Corps, he suggested that the Skrull might be moving to these coordinates,” he brought up a map using his console and pointed it out, “If thou can calculate the trajectory of this fuel path, perhaps we can see if my tip was worth it.”

“I only look like a god and it’s still beyond easy for me. He just flusters so easily” Noh leaned forward to grab his mug of coffee while Thor made himself comfortable in the other chair. “I’m just tuning you out at this point. You’re like the gentle buzz of the background music I listen to when I’m doing yoga. That’s all that your comments about flying are right now. Yoga soundtracks.” Taking a sip of his now cold coffee and pulling a face Noh looked at the coordinates Thor brought up on the map, “uh huhhhhhhhhhhhh…” he trailed off slightly, lost in thought for a moment before his fingers flew across the console and the Marvel’s engines flared, shooting them off into a different direction “Well I guess we’re about to find out if your tip was worth it after all, Lord Lightning. Otherwise it’s me and you and a lot of empty space.”

“Yes, well Quill is certainly an interesting specimen,” Thor replied with a smirk. He had trouble understanding the motivations of humans at best of times, but Peter Quill was hardly even human. He’d spent such a quantity of time away from Earth that you could easily argue that he had become something else. Turning in his chair one final time, Thor shrugged. “I will just have to ensure that I make the comments all the louder,” he smiled smugly before shrugging gently. “Does your fuel trail lead somewhere different, if we can pick it up in the same area that my coordinates lead then we’re probably on the right track.” He raised a hand to his beard and ran his fingers through it thoughtfully. “Either tips are promising and any lead we can find would be useful.”

“That’s certainly one way to put it.” Noh-Varr finished his coffee and stood to refill it “humans have accomplished little on the multiversal scale… but the Keurig coffee machine is a goddamn triumph.” Taking a sip of the coffee he looked at the difference between Thor, in some seriously impressive armor, and himself, in comfortable jeans and a tank top, before shrugging. His ship. His rules. “The problem is the Skrull left a ton of trails leading in a ton of directions so really it’s a coin toss to figure out which one is the most important. Either one we follow will teach us something though.” He watched Thor for a moment more before moving through the cabin of the ship, cleaning as he went, “Well we’ve got some time before we get to your coordinates and I’m going to assume you’re losing interest in making fun of my driving so what would you like to do beyond sitting in stoic heroic silence.”

Raising an eyebrow, Thor nodded. “Aye, the human invention of coffee is certainly a thing of beauty, that much I shall give them. They are an impressive race for one who have accomplished so little.” He smirked gently, he was proud of the people of Midgard. They’d stood up to so much hardship and yet still readily accepted him. Although, with the current events after the attack on New York, he wasn’t sure how long it would remain that way. Humans were a malleable race, and anything could change their opinion. “We shall continue towards my tip, as for passing the time, if stoic heroic silence is not good enough for the great Noh-Varr, then what exactly would you suggest?” he asked not tearsely, but with a good natured humour. Noh-Varr was an interesting specimen and Thor wondered exactly how this reprobate filled his time.

“I”m mostly a fan of the fact that I can have a coffee maker on the ship without needing to grind the beans every goddamn time. While it’s impossible for me to get a caffeine buzz like some people enjoy… I do like the flavor.” Pausing his cleaning to transfer the music from his headphones to the ship’s interior speakers Noh shrugged expansively at the god, “I’m all for stoic heroic silence, that’s what I do when I’m by myself. Well that and study and talk to myself and listen to music and send snapchats to Kate. But really you’re the oh so big and powerful mighty whatever the fuck your list of titles was so hey I’m open to suggestions.” Thor seemed to have a tendency to sneak a jab into all of his comments and it made him spectacularly easy to talk to since that was Noh’s primary form of conversation, “But really though… I’ve got movies.”

“The dark bitter sweet liquid that the humans have named coffee is exquisite,” Thor replied with a brash laugh, “the flavour is not unlike a similar drink we had on Asgard, however the quantity that coffee is available on Earth is astonishing.” Pausing for a moment, Thor raised an eyebrow gently at Noh-Varr and realised that he hadn’t exactly planned on having to entertain himself. Flying through space at near speeds of light wasn’t exactly something that he could do without concentrating very hard and he didn’t bring anything but the essentials with him on this trip. “This music is certainly an interesting choice,” he replied with a smirk, “however I didn’t exactly bring many entertainment resources along with me, I didn’t anticipate company on this trip.” Shrugging, he slipped his hammer into the sheath for it on his right shoulder and placed his feet up on the side of a console. “Therefore, the onus to provide entertainment must fall onto you, my little blonde friend. So if movies are the only option then I shall accept.”

“Yeah alright Shakespeare it’s just coffee. No need to write a sonnet or anything.” Noh tidied up the table behind them, leaving room for them both to sit if they were so inclined, “hey I get enough shit from Quill if you’re gonna be a dick about the music you can go back to flying along through the cold vacuum of space because I do not need that kind of negafuckingtivity aboard the Marvel.” He rolled his eyes and pulled some beef jerky from a cupboard, crawling across the ceiling to another one of his bags as he chewed, “well I’m not doing a song and dance routine for you.” He plugged a hard drive that he’d retrieved into one of the screens and swiped through the files that popped up, “Well what does the god of thunder like? You have to have some input on this. All I know is you’re grumpy and sarcastic but that shit is just like looking in a mirror.”

“Shakespeare? I am not familiar with them.” Thor retorted confused by Noh-Varr’s statement, “I am afraid I do not follow. However, if you must know, I am simply speaking the proper English that my Asgardian tutors insisted that I learn. If there is another language or dialect that you would prefer to converse in, I am fluent in several languages.” Thousands of years being alive had seen to that. “I said interesting, not bad. Whilst this is not a ballad that I am used to, I am sure the bards that compose the music you enjoy are equally as skilled as the Asgardian bards.” To tell the truth he was enjoying the music. It was a nice change to what he was used to. He laughed at Noh-Varr and shrugged. “Movies are not a pass time for Asgardians, for our leisure we dedicate ourselves to the crafts and the arts, I have not even watched a movie before. I have watched what is called a television show, but that is all. So I will not be too much help, how about your favourite movie?”

Sitting for a very long moment, hanging from his perch on the ceiling, Noh-Varr let loose a very long drawn out sigh and thought, again, about the chain of events that had led to the God of Thunder currently driving him up a goddamn wall. “Okay so…. I just….. Jesus man how long have you…. Aren’t you like super old? I’ve been in this universe ten goddamn years and I know who Shakespeare is.” He took another bite from the beef jerky before waving it at Thor, “As great a goddamn show as it is we are not turning the Marvel into the Magic Goddamn Schoolbus where I teach you the glories of Shakespeare or some shit.” He dropped from the ceiling back to the floor and flipped through the movies before settling on Howl’s Moving Castle, “This has bright colors. So just…. Watch those, I guess, and sure go ahead and keep eating all the goddamn chips. I’m going to sit here and drink my coffee and regret not actually driving my ship into you.”

Frowning gently Thor shrugged more the himself than anyone. “Aye I am well over a thousand years old, closer to two thousand than a thousand now. However, the universe is as vast as it is broad and I could not hope to know everything that it has to offer.” Pausing for a moment, he tried to imagine what the glories of Shakespeare could be. Perhaps it was some sort of weapon, the Shakespeare. He was certain it was a weapon. “I require no tutelage on the great ways of Shakespeare, I know how to read and there is this wonderful thing called Google back on Earth, you really must try it, you simply type in what you want to know and the computer provides you with information relating to that query.” Shifting more comfortably in his seat, Thor Odinson did as he was bid and reached for more chips. “Your hospitality shall not be forgotten, perhaps when we return to Earth we can share a mead together. You are 21 yes? I wouldn’t normally care, in Asgard you drink from childhood, not very much granted, but we start earlier than the humans. However they have some strange laws which make it difficult for anyone under 21 to drink.”

Noh immediately regretted snapping at Thor when the god busted out some very near pouting. “Supreme Intelligence whyyyyyyy” Noh groaned out under his breath. “Yeah cool. You do that, big guy. You seem like the kind of guy who’d enjoy Titus Andronicus so maybe start with that one. First thing I’m doing back on Earth is getting you a library card.” Propping his boots up on the table Noh watched Thor out of the corner of his eye. “I’m 22 actually. Nearly 23. While mead isn’t my drink of choice you can share a whisky sour with me. Or maybe some tequila. You seem like you’d be fun on a Tequila Tuesday.” They watched the movie in silence for a moment before Noh-Varr’s natural restlessness took hold and he started pacing the ship, tidying and fixing up as he went. “So. When you’re not going in on some snack food. What does the god of thunder actually do? We don’t have god’s where I’m from. Just one, really, but it’s not actually divine.”

Thor didn’t quite notice the words spoken quietly, little more than a mutter. Pausing for a second, he swallowed and shrugged. “Tites Andronichu,” he replied with a solemn nod, as if he knew exactly what it was that Noh-Varr was talking about. He was sure that there must be somethings that he knew better than Noh-Varr, they just hadn’t come up yet. Pausing for a second, he smirked and shrugged. “Well aren’t you getting old, do you think you’re completely done growing or might you get taller at some point?” Let it not be said that Thor wasn’t a petty or vindictive God. Like many Asgardians he was far from perfect. “Although, that being said my little friend, the sound of Tequila Tuesday is certainly enticing. Hopefully we will indulge when we return from our hunting trip.” Pausing at the question, Thor frowned. “Truthfully?” he asked, “Not a lot. I retired officially. After what happened with that Thanos. But after the assault on the United Nation’s place of strength, it became clear that I must resume my duties as protector of Midgard.”

As someone who was unfamiliar with being on the receiving end of ribbing, Noh was considering exactly how being teased so mercilessly made him feel. He couldn’t decide if it made him hate Thor or like him a little bit more. “I was created in a lab so I am sure I am exactly the height the Supreme Intelligence wanted me to be, a height, I’d like to add, that is above the Earth average for males my age.” The barbs about his height stung a little more than he’d like to admit, “we’ll take some victory shots. I know this great bar in Queens. Amazing food too.” Listening thoughtfully, Noh-Varr nodded as Thor talked. “I didn’t know you could retire from being a god. The Kree built our god ourselves, so, it’s its own separate sorta thing. But. Kind of you to swoop to Earth’s rescue again.”

“Perhaps,” Thor said, already laughing at his own joke, “you should call it the average intelligence not the supreme intelligence.” He paused for effect before continuing with his joke. “Of course I jest, I recognize that I am obnoxiously tall whilst other less fortunate beings aren’t endowed with my divine height.” He smirked gently, imaging the night that he and Noh-Varr would undoubtedly enjoy together when they made it back from space and to the fair city of New York. “I shall take you up on your offer, there is a wonderful German Pub in Brooklyn. They have divine steins of ale and larger. Much bigger than the regular glasses that the mortals on Earth seem to appear to enjoy. “Earth has swooped to my rescue more times than I could count, it has saved me in more ways than one. It seemed only just that I do the same.” Pausing for a second, Thor was about to continue speaking when an alarm went off and he heard ships swoop overhead, seeing them through the windscreen. “It appears we have company, tell me that this chariot of yours has weapons. I’d prefer not to go back out there if I could help it.”

“You did not just insult my god. You are obnoxiously tall, it’s true. Please strive not to put holes in my ceiling when you stand up. I’m far too busy to do those repairs at the moment.” Noh could easily imagine a fun night out at a bar with Thor, probably being annoyed constantly, but somehow in a fun way. “sounds like a plan, he-man. Fair warning… I can’t get drunk. So those gigantic steins of lager and ale won’t do too much for me, but I’m capable of enjoying them and some good food.” He was distracted by the alarms blaring and vaulted from the table to his pilot’s chair in one smooth motion, “We were diplomats, not idiots. Of course it has weapons.” He gestured to another seat, “looks like three Skrull cruisers. Strive to keep at least one alive for me. We can have…… a chat. In which they’ll tell me absolutely everything I want to know.”

“Don’t worry Noh-Varr, I don’t think that even my head is hard enough to crack the steel of this ship.” Thor smirked gently and decided that he liked the sound of being called he-man. Maybe that could become his code name. “If you cannot get drunk then what is the pleasure of drinking? Ale doesn’t taste as nice as many soft drinks, yet the alcoholic quality makes it worthwhile. I’d understand something like mead, but ale?” he frowned and shrugged. “Many ales taste like the scrotum of a dead badger, especially the less expensive ones.” He’d spent enough time drinking in the last two years to attest to this fact. Counting the cruisers, Thor did a little bit of battlefield calculation, deciding that it was far more likely that they were going to need him on the outside of the ship. Heading to the rear of the starship, he swept up a spare commlink and tuned into the frequency on his co-pilot’s dash. “We’re going to have to work together for this, otherwise things might get hairy.”

All joking went briefly out the window as Noh snapped into combat mode; switching on the ship’s external speakers as Thor left, “Attention Skrull vessels.” He broadened his voice into his most commanding tone, “I am Noh-Varr, Captain of the Marvel and Protector of earth. The distressingly tall and equally upsettingly handsome man leaving my vessel is the God of Thunder, also a protector of earth. You have initiated hostile actions against our planet and must answer for your crimes. You have thirty seconds to power down your weapons and submit yourself for interrogation or we will launch our attack.” He turned off the microphone and switched the speakers to play some Queen at an ear-splitting volume, one hand on the thrusters and the other the weapons system, “Alright big man. Let’s show these fuckers they attacked the wrong planet.”

Thor wouldn’t have bothered warning them. Their cowardly attack on Earth had been as unexpected as it was unprovoked. No quarter would be given here. They did not deserve it. Sighing however at Noh-Varr’s kindness, Thor hefted Stormbreaker and charged up the warhammer. “My name is Thor, King of Asgard, lord of Thunder and I shall smite every last one of you if you do not submit yourself to justice. You will return to Earth to answer for your crimes or you will die. The choice is yours.” He looked around himself, the three cruisers had turned to face them, bristling with guns that they would undoubtedly blow them out of the sky. Pushing off the Marvel, Thor floated towards a single asteroid floating adjacent to the Marvel. “They must make the first move, my honour demands it.”

Noh rolled his eyes at Thor’s comments on honor, “remember your royal thunderness I need one alive. I can’t mind control a corpse.” He activated the ship’s speakers once more, “Time’s up. Pray to whatever gods you worship for your souls… your asses are mine.” Pushing external stimulus aside Noh pushed his mind into a white state as he slammed on the thrusters. “They made the first move, Thor. When they attacked my home.” Fingers moved swiftly as he locked on and opened fire. He wasn’t concerned for Thor’s safety, but still kept an open line of communication. “Engaging center cruiser.” His voice was flat and precise, this was what he’d been bred to do. “Attempting to force left cruiser to engage my flank, use the Marvel as a shield while you engage remaining combatant.”

Speaking into his comm, Thor smirked gently. “The whole speech about death and destruction is just a speech, I don’t plan on killing any of them if I can help it.” Spinning his hammer through his hands, he charged towards the right Skrull Cruiser, thunder flashing off of the bright uru hammerhead. Lightning sparked off of his hammer before leaping the gap between them as he rocketed forward, kicking off of the asteroid behind him and slamming it against the Skrull ship which shields wavered, flashing bright purple for a moment before shattering. For someone as apparently easy going as Noh-Varr, he seemed to have a clear head in battle. Dodging a volley of laser fire from the now somewhat smouldering ship, Thor darted back and slammed his hammer into the ship once more, sending sparks flying through space. “Disable this one?” he asked, “Or do you think that I should destroy it and send a message?”

Watching dispassionately as Thor made short work of the cruiser he’d focused on, Noh-Varr unleashed the full complement of the Marvel’s weapons on the other ship that he’d engaged. As he manouvered to keep Thor separated from the third Skrull ship he ripped through the enemy’s shields and fired the kill shot that ruptured their engine core, “destroy it. We’ll disable and capture the third one.” His mind moved nearly as fast as his hands on the controls, positioning the Marvel in such a way where Thor could leap off of it to the third vessel, “I trust you’ll stay out of the way of my weaponry?” It wasn’t really a question; he knew Thor was competent enough to avoid getting hit, “If you disable their shields I can incapacitate their engines. They will be dead in the water as it were.”

Summoning a bolt of lightning in space was difficult, Thor wanted everyone to know how much effort he had to go through to get the move that he was about to try and pull off, to work. As the lightning flashed and sparked into the engine of the Skrull ship, setting it ablaze with all but impossibly hot flames taking hold of the craft, Thor propelled himself off of an asteroid one more time, slamming Stormbreaker through the ship and crashing through it in a heavy explosion. “It is destroyed.” He said before nodding and zooming into action. “Do your best not to hit me, I’d certainly consider it a professional courtesy if nothing else.” He smirked gently and spun his hammer in space once more, flipping it end over end braggadociously before slamming it against the shields, which vibrated angrily but held until his second hammer strike shattered it. “Destroy their engines, scupper this ship before it can escape.”

Watching Thor work was nearly intoxicating. The sheer power he wielded was nearly beyond comprehension; but Noh was a warrior of the Kree, and wouldn’t allow the distraction, “I will do my best.” He intoned in somber tones before watching Thor eviscerate the last ship’s shields. With laser precision, Noh-Varr crippled the engines before standing and activating the comms again, “Remaining Skrull vessel!” He allowed the white state to slip, pushing all of his anger at the attack into his voice, “Prepare to be boarded! Any attempt to activate your weapons system will see you obliterated. You will submit to capture and interrogation or you will submit to death!” Maneuvering the Marvel close to the other ship he initiated docking procedures “Care to come aboard again, blondie? The fun’s just about to start. You don’t wanna miss this shit.”

Stepping on board the Marvel, Thor nodded at Noh-Varr and for the first time since the battle started he allowed himself to relax. “The fun started moments ago when they decided to attack us!” Thor boomed good naturedly with a bright grin. Hefting his warhammer as the doors opened to the crippled Skrull ship, Thor took one last look at Noh-Varr before stepping into the alien craft. Though he had had encounters with Skrulls before, he’d never fought on one of their ships and he wasn’t exactly relishing the opportunity now. There were several places he’d rather be than here. “Stand down,” he shouted to the first Skrull, who didn’t listen and tried to shoot him with an energy weapon of some sort. Sighing dejectedly, Thor smacked him on the head sending him slumping to the floor unconscious. “Anyone else?” he asked, “I am Thor, son of Odin, Lord of Asgard and you will stand down or you shall die.”

Stepping out of the white state and back into reality always left Noh feeling slightly staticky, and in this instance more than a little ill-tempered. He watched Thor backhand a Skrull into unconsciousness before sighing. “He even warned you fuckers. It’s not like that came out of nowhere.” One of the other Skrull decided to make a full tilt run at Noh, which he responded by growing one of his nails and implanting it in the Skrull’s chest. A quick kick sent him flying backwards and a thought from Noh detonated the nail, eviscerating the Skrull, and unfortunately killing his remaining crew mates. “Fuck” he spat out succinctly, as he wandered over to the one Thor had knocked unconscious. “You seem like you know how to tie a guy up.” He threw over his shoulder casually with a wink, “Wanna do the honors and we’ll bring this guy back to Earth and maybe I’ll buy you a burrito for not being the most annoying person I’ve ever been partnered with.”

Thor held the Skrull up by the scruff of their neck and shook them gently before rumaging around in the Skrull’s ship for anything resembling rope. Binding the Skrull together with his hands and feet behind his back, Thor hoisted him up so that his back was arched and his stomach hung towards the ground. “Exploding finger nails?” he asked incredulously, “What else is it that you can do?” He was curious at exactly what capabilities this Noh-Varr had. Could he do something else other than firing his cells and combusting them? “Really? There is someone less annoying than I?” he asked with a smirk, “I am pleased to have earned the honour of not being the most annoying person that you have ever worked with, I really wish that I could say the same.” He tried to keep a straight face for a moment, but he broke out into a laugh. “I only jest, you’re not the most annoying partner I’ve ever had. Quill gets that honour.”

Pursing his lips archly, Noh-Varr managed an expansive shrug within the confines of the Skrull ship, “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. That’s what happens when you’re genetically engineered to be a warrior. Like this one!” He leaned in and spat neatly on the Skrull’s face. “In about thirty seconds he’s going to start having some hallucinations. About fifteen after that I’ll gain some very rudimentary mind control over him. Useful for interrogations. Not for first dates.” They walked back to the Marvel and Noh flipped him off over his shoulder, “I know for a fact I’m leagues less annoying than Quill is. Ive got better taste in music, I’m cuter, and I’ve got better tactical skills. You keep on comparing me to him and you’re out a burrito, sass-mouth.”

Raising an eyebrow gently, Thor made a mental note that there was a real possibility that Noh-Varr was not someone to be trifled with. After all, there was nothing stopping him from using these tricks on whoever he really pleased. “I’ll have to pick up some tricks so that I can keep pace with you!” he said barking out a laugh. Shrugging gently, he nodded and hauled the Skrull off of the floor and into his friends ship. “It is not difficult to do any of those things, after all, you said it yourself. You’re engineered to be a warrior and Quill, Quill is just a human after all.”

Firing up the Marvel’s engines, Noh turned his weapons on the last ship and obliterated it. No sense in leaving it behind, “I’ll see if I can’t put in a good word for you with the Supreme Intelligence, but I don’t think it’s taking applicants for modification right now.” He turned the ship back towards earth and turned up the music, and turned to smile at Thor, “That almost sounds like a compliment, Thor. Better watch out. I might think you actually want to be your friend.” He put his boots up on the console and heaved a contented sigh. Another mission well done.

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wayfaringtrainers · 5 years ago

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Zichi played Pokémon Sword

And he is still royally pissed off!

When the drama and controversy came out regarding Pokémon Sword/Shield, I was more and more put off by it until I decided that no, I was gonna wait until I could get a second-hand copy for it...

And then people began talking about how much they loved it and how much fun they were having with it... No second-hand copies were appearing yet, so I caved to peer pressure like the little bitch I am and bought a copy.

I regret that so much. I don’t like this game, I very much loathe it.

I was planning on doing this semi-review ever since I started the game, so obviously there will be “plot” spoilers ahead for you guys. But anyway, here goes.

Let’s start with the very few things I like about this game, start on a positive note, at the very least.

Technical Records

I actually liked this concept. In the UK, we’re currently going through the “Vinyl Nostalgia Phase” as my dad calls it. The callback of ancient TMs being turned into TRs was pretty cool, and I am very glad that they made TRs infinitely collectable through Raids. My biggest grievances with old-school TMs was the limited supply you got: usually the best TMs you only ever got once, so only one Pokémon could ever learn some of the most useful and game-defining moves available. This makes a lot more moves available...

However it would be nice if I didn’t have to open Serebii every time I was looking for a specific TR, and then pray that specific pokemon from that specific den appears. If they weren’t so dependant on luck, they’d be a lot better.

(Most) New Pokemon

Wooloo for life.

But seriously, I absolutely love a lot of the designs for new Pokémon, which is rare for me, I’m usually critical and uncertain about new Pokémon. But these new Pokémon I actually really like. Corviknight is as cool as I thought, Coalossal is awesome, and although I was ambivalent about him at first, Sirfetch’d has really grown on me.

Buuuuut we’re just gonna skip over the fossil Pokémon. Because I dislike them for a variety of reasons.

However, I reckon that that’s it for things I like about the new games, so now we’re just going to get into the meat of the problems and the things that just piss me off.

Cut Content.

I don’t really have to explain any further, let’s be honest. It’s not just Dexit, it’s the cut moves that piss me off, along with the axe to Mega Evolution and Z-Crystals. I don’t really need to say much else, do I?

Raids and Gigantamax

At first, I kinda enjoyed my time with raids, I spent a load of time raiding with @pinekaboo and enjoying the feeling of teaming up to take down a titanic Pokémon... But after the first few days it just felt like a chore. If I wanted a particular TR, a particular Pokémon, a particular this that or other, then I would be spending hours looking up information on Serebii, trying to narrow down where to find it and then either getting the wrong Pokémon or having to spend time grinding Watts for Wish Stones or fighting in other dens to reset all the active dens. So much effort just for the god damn body slam TR.

Gigantamax meanwhile, is just... The most frustratingly pointless thing possible. Not only is it locked to post-game with some limited-time exceptions, it’s apparently banned in competitive tournaments?

Why even fucking bother with it then? I spent hours trying to find a G-Max Kingler, only to learn it’s Post-Game only. And then I spent hours trying to find/catch a GMax Butterfree, only to learn a normal Butterfree is technically better. It’s pathetic.

Apparently I’m not allowed to be angry about Gigantamax bc I’m wrong, like always.

Team Yell

Sorry guys, but Team Yell is just a poor man’s Team Skull, but even less threatening.

“Oh you like this? It’s Post-Game”

This is the second biggest Pet Peeve of mine regarding the game. I spent hours looking for a Ralts before learning that all those “15% chance spawn rates” are in foggy weather, which comes in the post-game, leaving me stuck with a 2% chance. Those “Nature Candies” are locked until post-game and apparently need an obnoxious amount of BP to unlock.

What’s particularly gregarious is the fact there’s a BP trader in that town where the dragon gym leader is met pretty early on... And you can’t get any BP until end-game.

Shut the fuck up about Leon.

I don’t care about Leon. He himself is not that annoying, but every time I hear “oh Leon’s so amazing” I wanna punch something. I’m pretty sure it’s intended to make the player feel awesome for taking him down, but it just feels like pointless pandering. Like we get it, Leon’s great. Shut the fuck up about how awesome he and his fucking Charizard is.

Charizard

Yup. Charizard gets its own spot here.

The Pokémon Company has sucked Charizard’s dick enough, I say. It got 2 Mega Evolutions and a Gigantamax, and it’s the champion’s star Pokémon, and it’s hyped up to be the best thing ever.

It was only vaguely challenging to me because I decided sweeping it with Steam Engine Coalossal would be boring. So I took it down with my Gallade.

Yes, Gallade has a type disadvantage. I didn’t really care.

Empty Team slots

The only person in this entire game to have a full team has been Leon. Every gym fight I found myself depositing Pokémon just to have a fair fight.

Plot and Pacing (or lack of it).

You’ve seen me rant about this before, but I’m going to rant about it some more.

So I really don’t like over-levelling in any level-based game, because then the game feels trivial and unchallenging. But Pokémon Sword’s level curve makes no fucking sense. Sometimes I’d be training 10 Pokémon and still be over-levelled, then I’d go back to a normal team of 6 and find myself nearly getting steamrolled by Pokémon 5 levels higher than me. Towards the end of the game I found myself wondering whether I was the “right level” or not. I’d have to choose my team, save, go up against a gym leader and then reset to use XP candies on my pokemon after deliberately under-levelling them.

And then suddenly Leon’s lowest level is 62 after the previous trainer’s highest was 57. There wasn’t that much inbetween, game devs.

And I’ve just ranted about the pacing guys. I haven’t even begun with the plot.

To be perfectly honest? The whole “plot” with Rose? The game would be 100 times better if they just cut out Rose and Marco Cosmos. If Team Yell is a poor man’s Skull, then Marco Cosmos is a poorer man’s Aether Foundation.

So many times we get hints and implication that there is something going on behind the scenes, but every time we get to do nothing. We just get to hear about how great-and-mighty Leon will handle everything, so why don’t you just worry about your gym challenge?

The game spends so long focusing on the gym challenge, that I think the game would be better if it focused exclusively on that. At least then perhaps we’d have one full story instead of two half-assed stories.

Or hell, maybe if the Marco Cosmos story was exclusively post-game, that would be preferable. But as it stands, it’s just two or three vague cutscenes that something’s going on and then suddenly chucking a load of plot at the last fucking minute.

I have no interest in Rose’s energy crisis woes. I have no investment in his discussions about the future and the energy crisis we may face. None of that is interesting to me because I have had no time to get invested. The closest to investment I can possibly get is learning what is happening.

Hell, for all my love for Gen 6 and how it re-invigorated my love for Pokémon, I consider Team Flare one of the weaker villains in terms of story... and yet I was 100% more interested in them then in whatever Rose is doing and his reasons for doing it.

In conclusion, Pokémon Sword has -at its best- felt like a rushed, hashed hobjob of a game. It feels like the devs were short in staff and pressed for time, and forced to cut a lot of content in a desperate bid to make it in time for the Pokémon Company’s grand franchise plan and/or the Christmas market. They’re trying to rely heavily on the market opened by the Pokémon Go community (anyone noticed how Dynamax Dens have a feel similar to raid battles in Pokémon Go?) rather than delivering a game they can be proud in.

Inevitably, Pokemon Sharp Sword and Sturdy Shield will arrive on the markets -because these days we don’t get an Crystal/Emerald/Platinum- and I am legitimately considering skipping them over.

The “core games” are the backbone of the franchise. I doubt they will cause the franchise to die, but it would certainly be crippled if sales drop, but I don’t think I can continue with them anymore. My trust in the Pokémon Company is the lowest it’s ever been. I doubt the company’s choice in direction, I doubt the decisions they’ve made in business, industrial and commercial affairs. I do not believe they can provide me with the quality I’ve come to expect of them anymore and I don’t believe I can continue supporting them.

Honestly, this lack of faith in the franchise, it’s putting me in a strange place. I love this Pokémon RP blog I’ve built up, I love the muses I’ve created, the adventures I’ve written and the friends I’ve made through this blog and I’ve never really wanted them to end. But for the first time since nearly the start of the decade, when I first decided to try out this blog under the name pokemontrainerzefri, I’ve begun to wonder if it won’t be my depression and insecurities that kill it, but a loss of interest...

#Pay no mind to the man behind the trainer #Zichi plays pokemon #pokemon swsh spoilers

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yoongiandchiminie · 7 years ago

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P R E S S U R E { 5 }

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{Part 1} {Part 4} {Part 6}

Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 7,560

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Light smut(but not really sorry guys), Fight Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.

The alarm Yoongi had chosen the night before for 5 am was probably the most obnoxious noise I had ever heard. It sounded like a car alarm with birds chirping and something dying in the background. “Get up.” I groaned, untangling his long fingers from my hair. “Hey!” I yelled and placed the alarm directly on top of his ear as he continued to sleep. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a key card then slipped on sandals that were near the door.

Being a mother to all of my friends had to be the most annoying thing to me. I couldn't even take 5 minutes to check my phone because I had to make may way to their room and make them wake up so we didn't miss the flight home. I banged on their room door for a good 3 minutes before Luke opened the door. His hair was messy and his eyes were closed, but he knew who it was.

“Oh, come on.” All four of their alarm clocks were going off on their phones, but yet the other three were still asleep. “Can you handle this?” I asked Luke, but he just shrugged and walked in the bathroom. Annoying. I made my way to Alicia and Julianna and jumped onto the bed in the between them. “Get up,” I whined, rubbing their shoulders. They both stirred and pushed me away.

At this point I lost my cool and began to hit them then they got up. “I have to get ready for this flight too.” I scolded and walked over to Anthony. I knew nothing other than dumping a glass of water on him would wake him up, so that’s exactly what I did. Now he looked like a wet dog. An angry wet dog. “Be in the lobby in 45 minutes. Or you can stay here. I don’t care anymore.”

“Okay, mom.” I had a chorus echo back to me lazily. I rolled my eyes and left the room. Maybe they could be trusted to get ready, but I had my own lazy idiot to get dressed. And myself.

When I walked back into the room he was still in a dead sleep and the alarm was still blaring. I climbed onto of his motionless body and straddled his waist, swaying back and forth to subtly move them. “Suga.~” I droned, he hated when I would call him that. “You need to wake up if we’re gonna catch the plane.” I leaned on top of him and kissed at his button nose. I cupped the sides of his face and squished his cheeks then finally got the first bit of movement from him.

“What are you doing?” I let go and he smiled up at me. “Wow, you look beautiful like this.”

“Angry?” I joked.

“No, above me with the little bit of light behind you and your hair all messed up. With a nice smile on.” he reached his hand up and ran it through my hair. “The most beautiful girl in the world.” He propped himself up and leaned against the headboard with my body still on top of him. In an instant we both leaned in for a small kiss before I stood up.

“Did you pack your things at all?” I made my way to my suitcase to find something suitable for the airport.

“Yeah, but make sure you’re wearing something you feel good in today. You don’t have to walk with me, there’s probably going to be cameras there.” he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and taking his time to stand up. “See, I need to look okay in jeans and whatever, but I want you to be comfortable.”

“Yoongi, I know how to dress in an airport.” I stopped and whipped my head in his direction. “You don’t want me to walk with you?”

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. It gets all squished and it’s loud, but if you’re up for it, do what you want. I thought maybe you’d wanna walk with your friends.” he sounded extremely grumpy. He could have easily had a bad dream and that’s why he had this weird attitude or anything of the sort.

I rolled my eyes and took out a pair of black jeans and a hoodie then changed. I tended to get cold in airports. The rest of my clothes were quickly shoved into my suitcase and I headed towards the door without saying a word to him. When I turned around he was dressed in clothes that he knew I loved on him. He was wearing black jeans and a black shirt with a denim jacket and a beanie with sunglasses.

“You’re a dick.” I mumbled to him and I just saw him smirk. He reached for my suitcase and I let him take it. I knew he’d pull out all the stops right now because he had just annoyed me. It was sweet, in the end, but he knew if he had said that it would have made me mad no matter what the circumstances. Just because I had come here to be with him and he was pushing me way even if it was for my own safety kind of.

I sped up and he jogged up to me, kissing my cheek. “Is everyone else awake?”

“I woke them up, but who knows if they’ll make the flight.”

“The boys are coming too, but who knows what they’ll do once we hit New York. I think Jin’s staying with his boyfriends and Jimin is gonna chill with his Egg. Jungkook may make heart eyes at Julianna for a while and me- Eh. I guess I got my plans set for me.” he winked and I crinkled my face. I couldn’t even deny that I was excited for the next 2 weeks honestly.

When we got down to the first van we found it occupied by my half asleep friends along with Jin and Jimin. So we sent them off and hopped into the second one with the rest of the BTS members. I completely zoned out during the ride because they began to talk in Korean the entire time and kept apologizing to me claiming they forgot I didn’t know it. I just told them to continue and that I didn’t care too much.

When we pulled into the airport I already saw it. Well, them. Hundreds of armys swarming our friends that were already making their way inside. That was only two of them. At this point, Yoongi didn’t even bother to ask me if I wanted to go separately again because there went all of my friends and he knew I wouldn’t go alone. He just flipped my hood up for me, tucked in my hair, and handed me his carry on so he could wheel the two bigger suitcases.

Holy shit was it a mob. I could only expect what I’d seen in pictures or videos, but experiencing it in the middle was the most terrifying feeling. People were screaming and cry and grabbing at the boys. I just happened to be in their way and I could feel a few fists form around the loose hoodie that wrung around me. Whenever someone got too close the airport security would attempt to get them away. None of the five men I was with were phased by this anymore. They simply waved to be the gentlemen they were and rushed on with the movement. They did have a flight to catch after all.

The entire flight there I was the only one awake. Everyone almost took shifts in being awake by accident, but for the most part, I was alone with the in-flight movies. They had a pretty good selection if I was going to be honest. The only real annoying thing was shaking Yoongi off of my arm when it too decided to fall asleep due to the pressure of him pushing it down. He was a cuddler on planes which was super weird.

His PDA drive was weird. Like he was a very touchy guy, almost like a teddy bear, but he amp’d it up around certain people and in public a good amount of the time. Honestly, I truly think he depends on the amount of sleep he gets. When he’s well rested he craves intimacy and when he isn't he doesn't wanna be bothered. He’s a cranky lil baby.

Everyone woke up as the plane began to descend and we had to all buckle up. They all looked dead to the world despite just sleeping for hours upon hours. Lucky fucks. “Did you not sleep?” Yoongi whispered in my ear. I shook my head. “Well, your mom is picking us up from the airport so you can sleep on the drive home and then when we get home.”

I loved it when he called my home his. It made me all tingly. “Are you taking shot gun?” I paused. “How did you know my mom was getting us? Are you texting her again?”

“Your mom and I are bffs, Y/N. You know that we’re tight. I even texted her videos of you performing last night.” his gummy grin was on. I just rolled my eyes. They were bound to get stuck one of these days.

Ever since we first started seriously dating Yoongi had a close relationship with my mom for some reason. They were both very chill people even if she did argue with me a lot but she had taken a quick liking to Yoongi. Whenever I ask she says it's because she could tell how happy he made me. I think maybe she’s just finally happy to be proud of someone.

“What are you all doing?” I asked, clearing my throat to be a bit louder.

“Going home and sleeping.” Alicia quickly responded and Julianna vigorously nodded her head to agree. Anthony and Luke also nodded along. How were all of my friends the same?

“You just slept? You know what, I figured. And you guys?”

“We’re going to take a van into New York City and stay there for a day or two. We’re going to have a party later today to celebrate the end of the tour away from the madness of Seoul. Then who knows.” Namjoon smiled, obviously excited for their two-week break. “I’d love it if all of you would come to the party later on, especially you Suga.” he teased.

Not having to wait for our luggage when we got off of the flight was a relief as it was brought to us by airport staff, but now was the hard part. Getting through the crowds of people to my mother's little Scion box car. Yoongi held both of our rolling suitcases and I held the carry-ons as we were squished with everyone else in order to get out of the airport. Before I could even spot her Yoongi was beelining straight for her and into a hug with my mom before I could. He threw our things into the trunk and hopped into the passenger's side as my mom quickly hugged me and got back in the car. It was easy to see her favorite here.

I laid in the back seat as she attempted to pull away without hitting anyone. “Oh, Y/N! I’m so proud of you, you looked so pretty and sounded amazing!” My mom sounded happy. It was nice.

“Thank you.” I got a bit embarrassed. I was always so shy with compliments. I closed my eyes and drowned out the two of them talking and gossiping and tried to focus on the low radio in the background. The two of them were talking about my house for some reason and I didn’t even bother to listen as of why. I just quickly fell asleep for the long drive home in the early morning traffic.

I was woken up to the sudden heat of the ac being turned off in the car and the slamming doors. “Wake up, sunshine.” Yoongi mocked me from the open trunk as pulled out our luggage. It was nice to walk out into a familiar place instead of the hustle and bustle of a foreign country. To see my annoying neighbors playing out in the street and the incredibly crowded street as a matter of fact. A number of cars was double as normal so I figured I must have been missing the fair or something was happening in the city. I lived right near a train station.

“What time is it?” I asked, stretching my arms and snatching my own suitcase from him. He waved his phone in my face and it read 11 am. Hopefully, I could just go in and go right back to sleep, but it could never be that easy. My point was proven as I walked into my house to reveal my dad and sister along with a few of my cousins and aunts and uncles in the tiny living room. They all yelled surprise when I walked in like they were hiding and it quickly turned into a congrats. “Why are you guys here?”

“We’re just stopping in, we saw your performance from yesterday and were just so proud!” My Aunt led. She was a bitchy one, this was a bit weird. “Your mother posted it all over social media so we just were around and wanted to say how proud we were in person.”

My face probably looked disgusted. All I wanted to do was sleep. I looked towards Yoongi and he waved his hands up in defense. However, my mother had an all telling smile on letting me know she was behind this. She mouthed sorry and I was quickly passed around the room being hugged.

It was always nice to see my family, but this just wasn’t the time. There was never really any time in the world if I was going to be honest with myself. All I did was work and put off making plans. Especially with my father and sister. It was always a weird concept for me to grasp that now that they didn’t live with me I had to schedule a time to be with them. It’d been like this for the past three years of living alone with my mom.

I could never recall a time where my parents genuinely got along and loved each other. There was no example set for my future, but it didn’t take some sappy toll on me. It was something that was normal and that I had grown to deal with. My Dad got a girlfriend around the time that I was 18 and then moved in with her. So, he was gone half of the time. The other half he was home arguing with my mother about everything in the book.

The main focus was always money. Money, money, money. It was why I had become such a workaholic. The state had foreclosed the home I’d lived in for my entire life and now here we were without a place to go. Everything was expensive around the part of Long Island that I lived in but we couldn’t bear to part with it just yet. This was where our lives were. So we got an apartment a town over and I paid a good amount of the rent and bills now. My sister had chosen to live with my dad as she saw that it was the easy way out. She was right. Now, here they were with open arms and smiles ready to embrace me, after all, I had done was push them away. Cute.

My family welcomed Yoongi with open arms. He was off making conversation with my family better than I could. Talking about his career and getting to see the world. Everyone had become fond of him once they met him, won over by his charming personality. For the laziest guy I knew, he put in an extreme effort when it came to my extremely judgemental family.

He was a social butterfly and I was floundering. Everyone wanted to keep talking to me about the performance and how it felt and all I could say is that it felt like I was drowning at first then I learned to swim. It was the only analogy that came to my head and it was dumb and they knew it. But they kind of new me, as closed off as I could be. I was an open book a good amount of the time.

After a bit, I had to throw them out. “I really appreciate you all making your way to see me, but I’m gonna need to exit the party. Well, it has to end. I need to nap and I’m so sorry and I’ll really try to make time for everyone.” I locked eyes with my sister. “I promise.” With a few more hugs, they all left and I felt relieved.

“You’re really gonna sleep?” Yoongi asked as I tucked myself into my own bed. “Really?”

“Yeah, make sure I’m awake by 5 so I can get ready and find a train.” I smiled quickly and closed my eyes, swatting him away. I heard the door shut and knew I was alone for the first time in a bit. A nice sleep alone.

“Hey, sleepy head. Wake up, doll.” That was the first thing I heard as I attempted to go back to sleep. “C’mon.” I stretched my back and wiggled up. I leaned against the wall behind me and opened my eyes to look at the vision before me.

“Hey.” The blurriness exited my vision was clear. “Are you reading my songbook?” I questioned. “Why??”

“It’s so cute.” his voice was full of excitement as I watched his eyes study the pages filled with my deepest thoughts in the form of lyrics. “I see you only write songs without rapping. A few duets. No rapping. I’m mad about it.” he let out a chuckle but I knew he was being semi-serious.

“Why would I write rap, I can’t rap.” I swiveled my body around and placed my head on his shoulder. I knew what page is he was on without even looking at the words. There were little swivels around the border and smiley faces. The words were written in a pink pen that I found to be my favorite and some of the lyrics that I only kept to myself. And him now apparently. I didn’t really mind.

“Yeah, but I can rap.” he boasted.

“Yeah, but that’s where it ends.” I teased, having vague memories of him begging me to wake up at 6 am to watch Festa. He had badgered me for days to do it and being the doting girlfriend I am, of course, I did it. The subs on the livestream sucked, but I still managed to enjoy it. When it was time for the roommate stages, I absolutely lost it seeing Yoongi sing. He was able to sing, there was no way to deny that, but he had this weird dedication to making a joke out of it every time.

“We are both aware I would never be able to write a good rap.

“Yeah, but I’d appreciate a little effort. What’s this song? Heaven in Hiding? Is it about me, do you call me heaven?” he had this smirk on and at this point I snatched the book from him.

“Shut up, I’m gonna shower. Alone.”

I knew while I was showering that he would be rummaging through my room and organizing it to the way he liked it. We’d probably stay here for another day or two then go off to wherever he planned a vacation too. He liked surprises and stealing my bedroom from me. Typical.

It was nice to be home in my shower and be in my own space. As I stepped in I noticed the water was pooling at the bottom and my eyes went to the drain. It was clogged with green hair. I’m glad he felt so at home here. I groaned and pulled out the glob of hair and threw it out of the shower into the trash can. “Clean your hair out of the drain!” I screamed and banged on the wall that was between my room and the bathroom. I heard his laugh cackle through the small apartment and knew he would never listen to my simple requests.

I took a nice shower and made sure to take my time, but not too much time that I would have to be in a rush later. I grabbed a towel off of the back of the door and patted myself down, then slipped into the pink robe that hung next to it. My hair was draped on the back and hung loose, dripping a little bit as I made my way next door to my room. I stepped inside to see that my suitcase was unpacked and watched Yoongi repack it for wherever we’re going. I couldn’t help but sigh at the sight. Now I’d have to pack twice to make sure I was overpacked with options.

“Really?” I asked and flopped back onto my bed. I glanced over at him and he had a photo in his hands. I recognized it without even seeing the picture because the top half was burnt from when Yoongi accidentally dropped it onto a lit candle about a year ago. It was a picture of his dog that he kept hidden in my room for himself when he visited. “Do you miss her?” I knew the answer.

He pouted. “All of the time. I wish I had two Min Holly’s. One back in Korea and one here so I could have a Min Holly in both of my homes.”

“Are you saying you want a dog?” He just shook his head.

He loved his dog so much and I loved Holly too. Whenever I got the chance to stay at his home back in Korea I always got the best cuddles from her. It would always make Yoongi super happy and he’d always go, “Look at my cute girls, the best girls.” And then he’d fake cry like he always did when he spoke about Min Holly. His favorite being in the universe.

“ Are you coming tonight to the party?” He looked at me from the corner of his eye as he hid the picture again. “Cause we can blow it off if you don’t wanna.”

“It’s a party for you and the rest of BTS, you can’t blow it off.” I sat up and locked eyes with him. “You have to go.”

“I’ve blown them off before. You know how these go, everyone just gets fucked up and there’s a bunch of people that I’ve never met all over me. Especially when we’re in America.”

He threw a pair of jeans and a black tight t-shirt in my directions with a pair of panties and a black bra. “I can get my own clothes.” I rolled my eyes and wiggled out of my robe and started to get dressed. “Just make an appearance.”

“With my darling girlfriend?”

“Yeah and I’ll be wearing this.” I waved my arms up and down my all black outfit.

“You’re so basic.”

“You picked it out???” He just groaned and grabbed a clothes out of his suitcase. He changed into ripped black jeans and a Brooklyn New York black and white shirt. “Can you wear a snapback with that?” I asked and he just smiled and tackled me onto my bed. For a moment he just hovered above me and then leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips. He trailed it down and began to suck on my neck.

“Hmm, maybe.” he chuckled and placed kisses down the v line of my shirt. He stopped where the shirt ended and then laid his head onto my boobs. A pillow he rarely slept on. “The blue denim one?” His breathing was soft and the room was silent as he now laid completely on top of me. Luckily, he wasn’t too big of a guy so he didn’t crush me in any sense.

“Please.” I loved that outfit on him. He was a fashionable guy who truly only repeated outfits when I asked him to. He changed them a little bit each time, but the outfits were reminiscent. He laid on me for about fifteen more minutes and it seemed he took a little nap. Once his eyes closed his breathing slowed a bit and he seemed so at peace. He was always so chill whenever things were wrong. Whether it be a mob or a fake kidnapping or a room full of screaming fans; He was so calm about it.

“Are we taking the train in?” his voice snapped me out of a weird trance he had put me in. Yoongi stood up and I wiggled to the head of the bed. He just kind of shrugged and I began to run a brush through my hair. “Do you have a car that can take us or should we uber? That could be pretty expensive-”

“Oh, I’ll pay for it.” he waved me off and stared at himself in the mirror, slipping the hat onto his head backward. “Check on your phone how long one will take to get here.”

I was already ahead of him on the app and punched in the location that Namjoon had sent in a groupchat of all of us. I wondered what everyone was up to while I was asleep since they slept on the way here. I knew my friends were all asleep and hopefully, they were up by now for the party. I decided that I wasn’t going to try to round everyone up if they wanted to miss this chance to get fucked up for free; so be it.

The rest of BTS probably split up and did their own things within the city. They all liked to shop and eat and be a super fucking tourist even though they’d been to New York City multiple times at this point. They loved this city from what I could tell and I would always take them stopping in on their breaks whenever they wanted to.

“It says about 7 minutes. You all good?” he nodded and looked me over. He extended a hand to help me up and then ran his hand over my face. Oh shit, makeup. “I’ll just do it in the car. You know I’m super talented with that.”

“It’s your prime talent, love, I know.” I rolled my eyes and shoved him away, slipping into a pair of heels that matched me. The door was open and I began to yell around the house, “Mom? Mom, are you here?” I heard a faint voice from the backyard and went out to the small deck to see her tanning. “Yoongi and I are going to the city for a party being thrown for BTS. I’m just letting you know.”

“Y/N, we both know that Yoongi already told me.” I sighed. “Just be safe, okay? Take your phone charger and a portable charger and keep your eye on him. Not him, the girls who leech off of him when you two go to any place involving alcohol.”

“I know, I know.” I took a seat next to her and almost felt a little chilly out here, despite the boiling sun above us. “I’ll make sure your child is fine, Ms. Y/L/N and home by a reasonable hour too.”

“Cut that shit out.” she kept her eyes shut and adjusted her sunglasses. “Just go have fun, I love you.”

“Love you too.” I closed the back door gently behind me as to not bother her. I stepped back in to find Yoongi by my front door holding my bag. “Is my makeup in there?”

“Yeah, but the car outside has the uber sticker so let’s get out of here, Y/N. Bye Y/M/N!” he yelled and everyone on the street could probably hear his booming voice. I took my bag from him and walked out the door with Yoongi on my heels.

“Hello.” I greeted the uber driver.

“Y/N?” he asked. “You’re going quite a distance.” We were in the car and he was driving by this point. “Didn’t think the train would be easier?” “Not with this one.” I laughed and the uber driver did too as I pointed to my boyfriend. “The trains a bit tough sometimes, so we figured an uber would make our lives easier.”

“Well, thank you Y/N.”

For the rest of the ride, our driver didn’t make small talk with us and instead focused on some weird mixtape he was listening to. I didn’t quite get into it, but Yoongi was listening behind the sound of my voice to him and seemed to be nodding his head to it. He seemingly enjoyed it. He always found pleasure in the little things.

The entire ride I just kind of babbled on while I did make make-up, which was a bad habit of mine. In awkward situations, I either shut down or talked and talked and talked until someone pushed me away from what was happening. Now I was just going on and on asking where he was taking me. Yoongi refused to tell me. He knew he was making me mad in the long run because I simply hated surprises.

I’d always been impatient even as the mom friend of everybody. Those friends could usually wait for hours and hours, but I had this weird anxiety with time and knowing what was going on. I liked things to be planned out and absolutely despised last minute things, which everyone I knew was big on these days. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a spontaneous fun adventurous girl, but I liked to be aware of my surroundings and know what I was doing. I hated feeling like I was locked in a dark room just waiting for the door to open. Especially when the people who had to open it were irresponsible assholes who liked to make me suffer. Not just Yoongi, but he was included.

I guess maybe I had a control problem and a problem with being bossy. I would never admit it out loud, however. I’d just keep it in my thoughts. Everyone was totally aware of it though. I like schedules, making them, and forcing everyone who agreed to them to stick to them. It was just another extremely lovable thing about me. Obviously.

“Who are you aggressively texting?” I questioned. His face had a sour look.

“Same old assholes, you know? They’re mad that you guys came out on stage during the last show, but since I’m free for two weeks I told them to go fuck themselves and blocked their numbers.” The smile on his face wasn’t even alarming and I shrugged off the fact he was in trouble yet again. Whatever.

The streets of New York City were busy as always and all I really wanted to do was get out and walk among them. However, there was no way I could do that with Yoongi. The armys already knew he was in New York and they’d probably already found out about the party. They had some scary ways of finding out information about their whereabouts. I never really questioned that. He could tell I was getting antsy in the bumper to bumper traffic. Rush hour was over for a while and the roads were still terrible.

“Oh, fuck it.” Yoongi pulled his hat lower so it covered the top half of his face. “You can leave us here. We’ll still pay the whole trip.” I looked over at him confused, but a smile couldn’t help but to creep onto my face. I grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles before pulling him out of the car and waving goodbye and saying thank you to our driver.

The air hit all at once. It was grimy, but it was the smoggy New York air I’d grown up around and learned to love. Yoongi looked happy as he watched my lead the way. He kept his head down and his eyes focused on my feet as I dragged him along, but I could see the little smirk everything I glanced below the brim of his hat. The sun was almost out of view and the lights began to flicker on one by one as we made our way to the club BTS were holding this wrap party (ish) at.

I knew the building once we were down the block by the sheer crowd surrounding it. And the music blasting down the city block. Yoongi pulled me off to the side and was quickly on the phone with one of the boys. Whoever he had spoken to had told him simply to power through and the bouncers were now looking for us. I saw one of them step towards the street and figured it was for us. I held Yoongi’s hand tighter as we walked up to the man and he still kept his head down but was quickly noticed.

The bouncer made his way over to us and walked us through the crowd. It was a mob scene and two more big guys made their way to us and they formed some weird triangle around us to guide us through the girls surrounding the club. They were all so loud and it was the normal discomfort, but I knew I’d calm down after I had a drink in my hand.

The atmosphere of the club was loud. The second Yoongi walked inside the room erupted into cheers and they ended with a stop to the music and a glass clinking from Namjoon who stood on a stage.

“Hello everyone!” The rest of BTS was standing behind him and Yoongi was rushed off by one of the security to go up to the top of the balcony. He was up there in under a minute and he was out of breath. One day off and he was already losing his stamina. “Thank you for attending the BTS rap party! We have our company, some of our closest family and friends, and a bunch of people who have supported us here tonight.” The seven of them did their introductory Bangtan motion and everyone cheered. “Have a great time everyone! Thank you again!”

Then the music was back on and everyone was back to having a good time. I figured I wouldn’t see my boyfriend for a while so I went to scope out my friend who I’d hoped were here. I hadn’t even bothered to check my muted phone all day due to the drama that was bound to be going on, but if Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook were here, my friends were bound to have been forced to be here.

My first instinct was to walk over to the open bar and yup, there they were. The four of them were keeping to their lonesome all huddled together. During my beeline over I smiled and waved to anyone who try to spoke to me and noticed they were doing the same. I was immediately accepted into their huddle and handed a tequila shot.

“This is the kind of night we’re going for?” I asked as we clinked glasses.

“Hell yeah, we’re getting lit!” Alicia screamed and we all took our first shots. Tequila was never a good thing with us. The burning sensation 9 out of 10 times destroyed my throat, but I knew I would keep going anyway. Especially when it was straight tequila. That was the fastest way to get me drunk.

With just that one, I could already feel the alcohol rushing through my system as I ordered two more for myself and took them quickly. With the crowd I was seeing, I’d need it. My friends joined in on the fun and I was adjusting the intense sound in the club. I scanned the room for Yoongi and took a few steps away from my friends. I could only seem to spot Tae from a distance, so I guessed the rest of Bangtan was just as spread around the room as I could tell my friends and I was about to be.

I turned to the bartender and he slid me some drink that looked super fruity and pretty. “I was told it was free drinks on the house for you and your friends.” he smiled. He was young and whoever was hosting this party behind Namjoon probably put our faces down as open bar. Lucky for me.

“Cheers.” I smiled and fake clinked with the air towards him. He laughed and made a motion for me to drink it fast. He fake ran around the back making me another and passing it to me with two more shots. I should have slowed down, but I never really had the time to get fucked up anymore with working and school. Fuck it, tonight was that night. I downed the two other shots and grabbed the drinks then walked in the direction I had left my friends in. They were gone. Of course.

I was never a dancer. I wasn’t fluid in movement but when I spotted Julianna with Jungkook and Tae, I decided to join in. The three of them all had a cute relationship over video games and being a bit shy and awkward altogether. They were a nice dynamic group, even if they were all pretty similar. The music was fun. A mix of Korean and English party songs.

“Where’s Min?” Jungkook yelled over the music, putting an arm around me to bring me in closer so he could hear my response.

“Wish I knew!” I laughed back and he tugged me across the dance floor to leave the other two alone.

He was an exceptional dancer, obviously, but he was goofy for me. He knew I didn’t like dancing too much, but Jungkook made it fun. I danced around his extraordinary movements and sipped on my drink, having it finished by the end of the song. I waved the empty glass in his face and he took me to the other bar to get a refill and another shot. We cheer’s together as I spotted the mint green hair I loved sitting at the bar speaking to some woman.

I slammed my glass down to get his attention, but only managed to get hers. The woman had long straight blonde hair and blue eyes that could probably kill me if she changed her fake as hell smile towards me to a mean glance. She just simply smiled and waved at me, which caused Yoongi to turn towards me. His face was already lit up and he just simply waved as well. I furrowed my eyebrows and ordered another shot while his attention was still on me. Who the fuck was he talking to that he couldn’t come over and spend a night with me, let alone introduce me? Okay. I was never too jealous, but this just pissed me off in my intoxicated state.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Jungkook, but he was gone off somewhere with the people of this giant fucking party. Whatever. I had a new drink and a pissed off attitude, but I wouldn’t let it ruin my night. My goofy dancing phase had quickly passed me and now I was the worst dancing one. All I wanted to do was grind on someone else while my boyfriend watched and laughed with the gorgeous tall blonde. It was ironic that I spotted Luke in that moment, but I laughed about it. If he was gonna be with a tall blonde, so was I.

It probably wasn’t my smartest idea as I walked over to him during the first notes of Despacito by Daddy Yankee began to play. He extended a hand to me and I let my jealous thoughts leave me. Luke knew me too well, however, and knew exactly what I was doing. He knew that he was the little trap card I activated when I wanted to make my boyfriend mad and he had no problem assisting, as he liked to make Yoongi mad as well.

The rivalry between the two of them was always weird and it wasn’t as if Luke was still trying to win my affection. I think it’s more of a who’s the most important guy in my life competition. I love Yoongi, but Luke was one of my best friends and they never really figured out that the kind of love I felt for both of them was different and would always be different. They just smooshed it all together and fought along the way. Yoongi was a jealous person and so was Luke. Then they were both extremely competitive. There was that.

I felt myself sweating from the lack of stamina I had in the room as I danced with Luke. It was hot and if there were any cameras in the room, I would have been killed. This was a safe place, however, full of friends. Nobody's eyes were focused on me, except for Yoongi’s who shot me glances every 3 seconds. I was counting. My body moved for me as my mind focused on him at the bar. Still speaking to some woman. Something seemed wrong.

As the song ended, I stood on my tiptoes and my lips caught on Luke’s right ear. His arm wrapped around my back as he helped me stay up to whisper to him. “I think something’s wrong with Yoongi. He would have stormed over here within the first minute.” he nodded and let go of me. He was on my heels as I made my way back over to the bar.

I finished my drink and the alcohol was my courage. Her hand was on his thigh and my angry self could only laugh. So I pushed myself in between them and took a seat on his lap, slamming my empty glass on the bar table as the bartender quickly went to refill it. I extended a hand. “Y/N and you?”

Yoongi leaned forward and moved my hair out of his face. “Are you drunk?” he asked, he sounded concerned. His hand found it’s way to my waist as he held me still.

I ignored him as she shook my hand. “Samantha. You’re sort of interrupting a conversation. Don’t you think you’re being a bit rude?”

I took a sip of my new drink and stood up, ignoring Yoongi again who tried to pull me back. I walked around her to the other side, farther away from him. “You look like you’re keeping my boyfriend trapped here. Who are you again? Anyone important?” Boy oh boy, I would regret this when I remembered it tomorrow.

“She’s a-” Yoongi began but she cut him off.

“The girl he’s leaving with.” she smirked and Yoongi looked more confused.

“What? You said you were with Big-”

“While you were over there grinding on that guy.” she pointed at Luke who stood behind Yoongi with a matching face to his. “I was over here, getting busy and making plans.” Her smirk just pissed me off.

“He’s not into sluts who throw themselves at guys that are obviously taken. And don’t play dumb to live up to your stereotype.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I wasn’t this mean, really. I was just so fucked up and nobody was truly stopping me. “You’re here at BTS’s party, so you obviously know who I am. So, I don’t know who the fuck you banged to get in here, but my suggestion is not to get your hopes up for another guy and just to crawl back to wherever you came from.” I simply smiled and waved her off.

“You’re such a little cunt. Every army knows it.”

Ahh. There it was. She was an army who snuck in here. I couldn’t even call her out on it before she punched me in the face. I stumbled backward, but didn’t fall. Without a thought to wipe the blood pooling in the corner of my mouth, I swung back at her face. I was extremely drunk and stumbly so it definitely didn’t hurt her as much as I intended, but her reaction was enough to know it did something. She hit me again and this time grabbed my hair before pushing me onto the ground. If I was sober, I could have done something, but I was just gonna have to let this happen because there was no way I was getting off of the floor.

Before she could get on top of me and hit me a third time Luke was pulling her away and then security took over. I was out of breath and confused, but Luke and Yoongi were quickly at my sides helping me up. The only words Yoongi spoke before I felt like vomiting were, “We’re leaving. Thank you.” to Luke and then I recall passing out instead of puking.

Classy.

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