#and also (apparently) a panty dropper

[lazer-screwdriver]

Liz successfully seduces Lucy by offering to lock the Master in the TARDIS cellar so she doesn’t have to talk to him, and then forcibly hefting him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes when she takes her up on it, making her laugh for the first time in ages.

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Iron, Scream_kinh, and ComfyB; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it.

Kon is kneeling on the bed completely naked, and Tim and Bernard are both still sitting against the headboard completely dressed. That was hot while he was "showing off" for them, but now . . .

"C'mon already, I showed you both the goods," he says, flashing them both a flirty, dirty grin that Cissie once resignedly called a "panty-dropper" of an expression before much less resignedly proving that it was, and will hopefully have similar effects on the opposite end of the gender spectrum. "Lemme see what you're packing."

"Alright," Tim says, the corner of his own mouth quirking in amusement. "It's only fair, I suppose."

"Well we're definitely not gonna measure up, but I guess we do need our dicks out to actually fuck you the way you so clearly deserve to be, yeah," Bernard says with a laugh, leaning back on his hands. Kon wants to get on top of him right now, hearing that "deserve". Even just as a jokey aside, it's–affecting, yeah.

"Yeah, you do," he agrees, grinning wider. "So lemme see what I deserve, then."

"Oh, well, you are a guest, we should be hospitable," Bernard replies graciously, making a magnanimous gesture with one hand before unzipping his jeans. Tim lets out a quiet chuckle and takes one last picture of Kon before unzipping his too, and then both of them, well . . . then both of them pull out their cocks for him. Neither of them is fully hard, but they're both visibly turned on, and Kon tilts his head and just . . . looks, for a moment.

Tim's skin is unsurprisingly paler and Bernard's apparently a natural blond, and they're both significantly smaller than him but pretty comparably sized to each other, and both cut. And it's not like he really pays all that much attention to other dudes' dicks, like, ever, but they both look really . . .

Kon, momentarily, wonders how quick he could get them both fully hard.

And also how they'd both look then.

"Huh, yeah, your dicks absolutely do look good to me, weird," he says, mildly surprised by that realization but less surprised by the immediate temptation to just grab them both at once and touch. He is, after all, who he is as a person. "Alright, I guess not weird, all things and gay space rocks considered, but I still feel like it should be weird."

"Too weird?" Tim asks, looking just barely cautious. Kon shoots him a dubious look and grabs a condom out of the box Bernard dug out of the nightstand for them.

"Tim, you absolute moron, if you in any way prevent me from choking myself on your cock for your boyfriend's entertainment, I will never fucking forgive you," he says.

"Seconded," Bernard says.

"Ngh," Tim says. Kon, as a man with the correct and appropriate priorities, tears open the condom and then gets immediately distracted by the sight of bright lime-green latex and can't help brightening up a bit himself in delight.

"Oh these are candy-colored, fuck yeah," he says approvingly. "Are they flavored too?"

". . . I vetoed the flavored ones but now I'm deeply regretting that decision, to be honest," Tim admits, his face flushing, and Kon mock-pouts at him.

"Booooo, no fun," he says. "Bet Starfire and Nightwing would've had the flavored ones."

"Tim, can I just marry your bestie? Is that cool?" Bernard asks with a wide grin, looking pretty damn delighted himself. "Is our relationship there yet, where I can marry your stupidly hot best friend and his aesthetically perfect dick and you'll be fine with it?"

"Excuse you, I am obviously the kept boy in this scenario," Kon huffs, flicking the torn condom wrapper in the direction of Tim's trash can. "I look like marriage material to you?"

"You look like the last party favor in a Vegas honeymoon suite in the middle of Pride, and I very much mean that as a compliment," Bernard says feelingly. Which, well, Kon absolutely did automatically take it as one, he didn't actually need the clarification there.

Though he does appreciate it, admittedly.

Tim doesn't tell him what to do this time, but Kon kinda already has a goal in mind here, so he just grins flirty and dirty at them both again and leans forward towards Tim, giving him a wink as he wags the unwrapped condom at him.

"You still look good in green, right, man?" he asks teasingly. Tim visibly swallows, and Kon watches his pupils dilate.

And he feels his cock twitch.

Fuck, Kon loves his TTK.

[puppetoffthehook]

Really unpopular opinion but i don't think Nancy cheated on Steve.

Honestly I think it might depend on how you look at the events of season 2. (Also not certain why I was sent this but I’ll give my two cents.)

Nancy’s having a crisis over everything because she keeps forcing herself to attend those dinners with Barb’s parents where they think Barb is alive and she knows that she’s dead. Literally causing herself and Steve emotional distress because the whole thing was just really fucking awkward and if that’s how it was that time I can only imagine how it’s been since the first invite.

Steve is right that they can’t talk about anything that happened especially in the very public library that she starts ranting to him in (even if they went to a private room, spying governments won’t care about your discretion on shit they’re trying to cover up.) and he makes it clear that he knows she’s frustrated but he’s unwilling to die for this. I can’t say I blame him for that one because her plans after that were honestly? Fucking stupid. Getting captured by the people responsible for the death of your best friend in hopes they spill the military secret beans was one of the most idiotic things in the world and I’m 10000% sure the only reason they lived is because she brought Jonathan instead of Steve. Cuz if Jonathan went missing Joyce would’ve been on the fucking warpath.

And the only reason I think you might be a little bit right is because of Nancy’s little drunken outburst and Steve’s response to it the next time they see each other. Yes, Nancy, Steve is trying to pretend shit is normal instead of going the espionage route because he’s a teenage boy who doesn’t wanna die or watch the girl he’s in love with die. Does that make him bullshit? Apparently. You know what else is kinda bullshit? Stringing someone along when you know you don’t have real feelings for them. Steve makes it pretty clear that he’s pissed she can’t even say “I love you” BUT neither of them say “I think we should break up.” He simply returns the sentiment saying maybe she’s the one who’s bullshit.

This could be seen as the breakup point but then we get to Steve coming to apologize, clearly trying to fix things even though I really don’t think that shit was his fault. But Nancy is already MIA with Jonathan and they’re on their way to Murray’s. Murray who listens to Nancy’s woes over Steve and goes “we like Steve but we don’t love Steve.” And Nancy tries to dispute that but can’t. Even she makes it known that her relationship with Steve technically isn’t over yet. And then she proceeds to fuck Jonathan later that night while Steve is helping Dustin and lamenting about what went wrong.

And I think the Dufflebags tried writing Steve giving bad flirting advice because they’re showing he hasn’t matured yet and trying to give Nancy a pass but it just kinda comes across as “how did the guy become known as a panty dropper when he’s that bad at flirting already and only gets worse in season 3 but supposedly is back on game in season 4?”

Speaking of season 4, we have Nancy in another spot where she can’t seem to pick a man because we have her seeming to be pining over Steve while being with Jonathan just because Jonathan has been distant. Which is because Jonathan wanted to stay close to his family for college and didn’t know how to break that to her because they had a plan to go to the same college.

And don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate Nancy. I think she’s made some objectively idiotic choices and she’s been a bit flippant over other people’s issues in the past, for example Jonathan not wanting to lose the job at the paper because his family is kinda poor and he needs the job. Yes she was being discriminated against because she was a teenage girl in a male dominated field. What the fuck was her also teenage boyfriend supposed to do about that? Go off the handle and have them both get fired? Well that happened anyway after the stunts she pulled with Jonathan so maybe. But again, I don’t hate her.

All of this to say that whether or not she cheated is disputed. I have no access to any interview by the Dufflebags stating one way or another but personally. Factoring in no actual moment of saying they’re broken up, the fact that Steve was on his way to apologize (when it wasn’t his fault), and Nancy straight up trying to lie to Murray that she was in love with Steve? It sounds like cheating to me to do that and then fuck the other guy.

[shinsouskitten]

bakugou , deku , todoroki , dabi reactions to a conversation ur having with a friend talking about how much you like / admire them ,,, idk that makes any sense but feel free to change anything !! ly♥️

To the anon that sent in the spam ily! I won’t be doing them in the order you sent them, sorry if that’s an issue, but I just felt like writing some of them sooner than others

Yo this is such a cute idea tho 🥺 I usually just put in a cut for nsfw stuff, but I decided to for this post cause it was getting a little long (like Dabi... I’m not sorry)

I legit can’t remember writing half of this. I loaded up my document the next day and apparently I’d written half of this at 3am with no memory of it. Not the first time that’s happened, but it’s always fun

For Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki, the reader is in 1A with them. For Dabi, the reader is an associate of the League if that makes sense? I hope this is okay!

Warnings: Dabi’s got a tad suggestive, but other than that I don’t think so?

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💥 Katsuki Bakugou:

You sat on your bed, legs crossed beneath you as you stared at your computer on your bed, unbeknownst to the two boys walking past your dorm room. Your friend’s face shone into the room, illuminating the darkness with blue light. 

“He’s just so cool!” Your voice echoed out into the hallway.

Bakugou froze. Who were you talking about? He had half a mind to barge in and find out immediately, but the rational part of him (however small it is) convinced him to stay where he was. He waved for Kirishima to keep walking, and the red haired boy sent a wink towards Bakugou as he disappeared down the hall.

Hesitantly, Bakugou leant against the wall just close enough to hear through the crack of the open door, but far away enough that he could make a quick getaway if it opened. He could see a slither of light through the crack, and without the sound of another voice realized you must have been on the phone.

“No I haven’t told him that.” He could hear the roll of your eyes as you spoke. “He doesn’t like me anyway. At least not like that.”

Now Bakugou was annoyed. Who didn’t like you? Whoever it was had better hope they weren’t paired with him next for training. He stepped closer, hand reaching for the door, until he heard you speak again.

“Of course he wouldn’t like me, f/n, I don’t really think I’m Bakugou’s type.”

His eyes widened as he heard his name, his hand freezing inches from the door handle.

“Like yeah, he’s a little aggressive and shouty sometimes, but I really like him. I tried to talk to Kiri about it, you know, cause they’re besties or whatever, but he just told me to talk to Bakugou myself.”

So… you liked him? Suffice to say he wasn’t sure how to react immediately. Bakugou wasn’t the best with feelings. Sure, he thought you were okay. He felt a strange protectiveness when you were around, but he had never really thought much of it. Not until he heard with his own two ears that you liked him. Did he like you? Is that what it was?

“Fine, I’ll talk to him tomorrow. You happy now?”

Tomorrow? That was too soon. 

“No I won’t chicken out!” 

You probably would.

“No, I'm not asking Kiri to film it! Isn’t my word enough?”

Not really.

“I said I’ll do it!”

Would you though?

“Okay that’s it, I’m talking to him tomorrow. Good night.”

As you ended the call, you placed your phone on your bed, walking to your door to pull it shut. 

Bakugou held his breath as you gripped the door handle. If you saw him now that would ruin everything. As the door clicked shut he let out a sigh. 

Fine, you were going to talk to him tomorrow? He’d be ready for you. 

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A/n This is my first time writing for the broccoli boi so I hope it’s not too ooc

🥦 Izuku Mydoria (Deku):

He hadn’t meant to snoop. Really - he hadn’t. He had just been on a walk when he saw you chatting away with a friend he didn’t recognize. He wasn’t trying to follow you, but you were walking the same way he was. He didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he was simply waiting until you stopped, then he could say hi. It wasn’t weird, was it? It-

“I swear if you say one more thing about how cool you think he is I’m going to leave.” Your friend laughed, nudging you in the side with their elbow.

Deku stopped. Who did you think was cool? Must have been someone special to you if you were talking about them that much. He frowned. He’d had a crush on you since he first met you, but he had no idea what to do about it. He couldn’t flirt very well, and whenever you were around him he just froze. If you liked someone else, maybe it was time for him to give up.

“But he is!” You retorted with a pout. “Why can’t I talk about him?”

“You’d be better talking to him.” Your friend replied.

“He always runs away from me.” You frowned. “I don’t think he likes me.”

As your voice began to fade, Deku realized you were getting too far away to hear you properly. He stumbled to keep up with you, not caring if you noticed him anymore. He had to find out who you were talking about, even if you caught him for doing so. It would be worth it.

“Maybe he runs away because he likes you.” Your friend suggested.

You frowned. “What?”

They stopped, turning to face you. “Why do you like him?”

“I…” You sighed, closing your eyes as you thought. “I just do. He’s heroic you know, which seems silly to say when we’re all training to be heroes, but it’s still true. He’s sweet and kind, and the way he takes notes on everyone is really cute.”

Hold up... were you talking… about him? To his knowledge, no one else from his class actively took notes on the others, except for him. Unless it was someone outside of UA. But you’d never mentioned anyone before. So… could it be him?

Your friend smiled, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you towards an arcade. The amount of people would make it impossible for Deku to keep following- uh I mean, just normally walking through town. For now he’d have to give up on finding out who you were talking about.

As he turned to leave, he saw your friend lift their head over their shoulder, and the two of them locked eyes. They sent him a wink, then continued to pull you through the crowd of people, where you disappeared from sight.

Maybe you were talking about him. His cheeks flushed pink, and he made a mental note to find your friend and ask them what the wink really meant. If he couldn’t talk to you, he’d find out another way. 

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❄️🔥 Shōto Todoroki:

He was making his way to the common room for a glass of water. He didn’t expect anyone else to be awake in the dead of night, so when he saw you sitting on the sofa with your phone pressed against your ear he thought sometime must have been wrong. He was about to call out to you, but he stopped when he heard your voice.

“I’m not gonna ask him to tutor me, you idiot.”

Todoroki stopped. Should he tell you he was here? He didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, but he also didn’t want to make you feel anxious about him listening in. He frowned. A tutor? You weren’t exactly struggling in class, in fact you were one of the best, so why would you need a tutor?

“Why not? It’s an excuse to talk to him.” Your friend's voice replied, barely loud enough for Todoroki to hear.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t wanna lie just to talk to him.”

“But you want to talk to him.” 

“Well yeah, but… I don’t know. He’s just so… cool, no pun intended.” You let out a soft laugh. “He’s smart and amazing and powerful. Plus he’s also pretty cute.”

“Then tell him that.”

You sighed. “Maybe I should.” Your head fell back against the sofa, and Todoroki froze, worried that you might see him. 

He didn’t want to seem like he was listening to your conversation, even if he technically was. It wasn’t his intention, it just kind of happened. He was curious though. Who were you talking about? clueless bby I love him

“Also, did you really just call me at 2am to talk about your giant crush on Todoroki?”

Wait… you had a crush? On him? 

“Maybe.”

“Go to sleep, idiot.”

“I-” You stopped, pulling the phone from your ear to stare at the screen. “They hung up on me! Rude.”

You stood up with a stretch, turning to leave, when you saw Todoroki standing a few metres from you. Your eyes widened as you gripped your phone tightly.

“Oh, Todoroki.” You said, attempting to seem calm and praying that he hadn’t heard your conversation. “Have you been there long?”

He shook his head. He didn’t know what else to do. It technically wasn’t a lie, he couldn’t have been standing there for more than a few minutes. 

“That’s good then.” You let out a sigh of relief. “I mean, not that anything was going on anyway. You know what? I’m just gonna go.”

You walked closer, heart pounding in your chest as you slipped past him in a hurried rush to get back to your dorm room and hide under your blankets for the foreseeable future.

After you had gone Todoroki still didn’t move. He turned around just in time to see your figure disappear into the darkness of the hallway, his bi colored eyes glued to the area you had previously been. 

He’d have to figure it out tomorrow though, he was still thirsty in more ways than one. When he returned to his room, glass of water in hand, he took a seat on his bed, the image of your retreating form engraved in his mind. A small smile pushed its way onto his face. Maybe he did like you. 

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A/n Why does it always end up sexy with Dabi? He’s either a full-fledged panty dropper or an awkward bitch who has no idea what the word ‘flirt’ is and I can never decide which one I prefer

💙🔥 Dabi:

You didn’t notice him as you walked in your room, phone held up to your cheek as you flopped back onto your bed. Your voice filled the small space, laughter light and gleeful as you spoke with your friend.

Dabi smirked. This was going to be fun. He had the perfect opportunity to scare you, hidden in the dark corner of your room, but he halted when he heard your next words.

“It’s not a crush, f/n.” You rolled your eyes. “Dabi’s just… special to me.”

“Have you told him that?” Your friend's voice filtered through the phone, and you let out a snort.

“Of course I haven’t.” You sighed. “I don’t wanna ruin what we’ve already got.”

“So you just want him to keep ignoring you.”

“He doesn’t ignore me.” You glared, even knowing your friend couldn’t see your expression. “He just speaks… sparingly.”

As a low chuckled flooded your ears you jumped, phone falling to the floor as you spun to see Dabi leaning in the corner of your room, his arms crossed over his chest.

“So, you got a crush on me, doll?” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

You stared blankly at Dabi, unsure what to do, until he strolled forward, picking up your phone and bringing it to his ear. 

“She’ll call you back.” He said, his turquoise eyes never leaving yours. “Looks like we’re gonna have a bit of fun.”

“Wait are you Da-?”

With a click he ended the call, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed as he moved to stand in front of you. He lifted one hand to hold your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him as he leant down.

“Should’ve told me sooner.” He whispered, his breath dancing across your neck as a shiver ran down your spine. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

Before you could ask exactly what he meant, a warm hand landed on your thigh, slowly creeping higher up your leg.

“I was in the neighbourhood.” He continued, pressing small kisses across your collarbone as the hand on your chin moved to cup your head. “Imagine my surprise when I heard you professing your love for me.”

“I wasn’t-”

He silenced you with his lips, and your hands moved to hold him closer, wanting to feel as much as his warmth as you could. As he pulled away you whined, but his lips on your neck silenced you once more.

“Maybe I have a little crush on you too.” He drawled. “You still wanna pretend you're not hopelessly in love with me?”

Your words failed you as you melted into his arms. There was no point in denying it. And hell, you’d dreamt about this hundreds of times before. You weren’t going to let anything get in the way of fulfilling your fantasy. You could argue about the little details after. For now, you just wanted to enjoy Dabi.

And enjoy him you did.

omfg I suck at writing sexyness I’m sorry

[senstia]

Hiiii, I have a prompt for Andreil please!!!!!! The team finds out Neil can sing and Andrew is SuFEriNg™ Bonus points if it's in public Thank you 💜💜

I love this!!! And lets be real Andrew is always suffering when it comes to Neil. Also Andrew is definitely a broadway stan change my mind

“How about instead of movie night, tonight we do karaoke night?” Nicky asked excitedly as all the foxes were gathered in front of the TV.

Aaron groaned, “If we are about to do karaoke i’m gonna need way more alcohol.”

“I second that,” Kevin said and got up to grab a bottle of tequila.

“Is that a yes everybody?” Nicky asked.

Everyone in the group gave their yeses but Neil and Andrew stayed silent. Andrew knew there was no way in hell he was going to sing a thing, but it could be slightly entertaining to watch the rest of the team embarrass themselves. Neil had never sang before. He had barely listened to music. Life on the run didn’t exactly include music and singing.

“Neil?” Allison asked, looking over to Neil.

“Um yeah, sure, I guess. I’ve never really listened to music or sang before though,” Neil replied.

“First time for everything,” Nicky said and winked.

~

About 30 minutes later all the foxes excluding Andrew and Neil were taking turns singing horrendously to a wide variety of different popular songs. Neil was delighted to find out that there was something that Kevin Day was absolutely terrible at. Nicky was thoroughly disappointed to find out that none of his foxes had any singing skills whatsoever, even though he was just as terrible himself. The night had slowed down a bit and their songs had gone from very loud and obnoxious rap to actual music good for singing.

“Who’s next?” Matt asked as he had just finished butchering Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles.

Allison nudged Neil on the shoulder. Neil looked back at her in bewilderment. He didn’t understand why everyone wanted him to sing so badly. He had avoided taking his turn for this long but he doubt he could any longer.

“It’s Neil’s turn!” Allison shouted.

Neil groaned as the foxes shoved him to the front of the room, “Guys I don’t sing, I don’t even know any music, really. Can someone else go?”

“Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll play a song all the way through so you can hear it, and then you sing it after with just the music behind. Deal?” Nicky asked.

Neil groaned and looked to Andrew for help. Andrew just raised his brows at Neil. Andrew had to admit he was curious what Neil’s singing voice would be like. Andrew had heard him hum quietly in the car every once and while, but never more than that.

Neil sat on the chair at the front of the room and pouted, “Fine,” he muttered. Nicky just smiled happily and passed him a microphone and headphones. Nicky let Neil listen to his song over in the headphones before it was time to really sing. Neil listened intently, memorizing the lyrics and the melody.

When he was done he took the headphones off, “Okay, i’m ready.”

Andrew watched Neil intently as the music began to play. Nicky had decided on Vienna by Billy Joel, apparently. Neil cleared his throat and began to sing. He sang quietly at first but as he got into a rhythm his voice came out louder. Andrew felt his heart start to race as he listened to Neil. His voice was breathtakingly beautiful. It was the perfect mixture between Ben Platt and Jonathan Groff’s voices. (Yes, Andrew likes broadway, what about it?) Andrew felt a flush on his neck and ears, he felt his pants tighten. He was gonna kill Neil. He needed him to shut up. He needed to kiss him, he needed to touch him. How could he just sing like that?

All of the foxes were in awe as they listened silently. His voice was perfectly clear, he hit every note with ease. He sounded like a professional. As Neil finished the song, he got up to make his way back to his seat.

“Noo Neil! You have to sing more!” Matt said enthusiastically.

“You have the most beautiful voice Neil. Please please sing another one?” Nicky begged.

“No,” Andrew said firmly, “We’re going to bed.”

All the foxes made suggestive looks at Andrew, they knew why he wanted Neil alone. That voice was a panty dropper if anything was.

Neil just shrugged an apology to the group and followed Andrew to their bedroom. As soon as the door was closed Andrew crowded Neil’s space against the wall.

“Yes or no?” Andrew asked roughly.

“Yes,” Neil said breathlessly. Andrew shoved Neil against the wall in response and kissed him, hard. Neil was surprised by Andrew’s sudden aggression but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it. Andrew was kissing him like he had the first time. Like it was the fight of their lives, like nothing existed except for Neil’s mouth. Andrew gripped Neil hard at the waist, grinded into him against the wall as he kissed him.

Andrew pulled back from Neil slightly and growled, “What the fuck was that Josten?”

“W-what?”

“Since when do you sing like that?”

“I-I don’t know I- wait. You liked it?”

“Shut up Neil.”

Andrew leaned in to kiss Neil again but Neil sidled out of the way. He grinned wickedly.

“Did my singing voice turn you on Drew?” Neil asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Shut up Neil. 400%,” Andrew said and kissed Neil into silence before he could reply.

Neil just laughed against Andrew’s mouth, “I’ll try to sing more often if this is gonna be your reaction.”

“If you don’t shut up...” Andrew warned.

“Okay, okay. I’m done,” Neil laughed. But he gave himself a silent reminder that Andrew really really liked it when Neil sang and that he should sing for Andrew as often as possible.

[youareinlovees]

Why do people hate joe so much? Because he's a guy? Or he's ~private and not part of a power couple with her? I've been a stan since like 2010, and I find it very interesting that none of her bfs (except maybe hiddles??? but that was more the gp than swifties) get this much hate lol. People need to leave my quintessential panty dropper aloooone

It's not just about him being a guy because a ton of straight swifties constantly obsess over her exes 🗿 probably because they're not a ~power couple~ and people don't like that she's way richer than him and pays for everything?? A lot of people also say we know nothing about him but that's not true, they just don't know how to google apparently

[thalsianiii]

How does your muse flirt?

Pretty bluntly really. It’s not like he’s flirting to try and seduce someone new. It’s more like a flirting tease to get the Mrs. in the mood.

Since there’s already that established relationship, he can get in close and whisper sweet (or filthy) things in her ear to get things started. Booty grabs also work.

Usually it’s a cheeky innuendo regarding their shared trait.

“Wanna go start a fire?”

is apparently a panty dropper in their relationship.

[dearduende]

Bond Girl™

October, college dorm hallway. Black pumps and little black bodycon cutout dress. Back to back with my roommate-best-friend, while he stood in between us. My hands half-clasped together with my index and middle fingers pointed up to pantomime a gun. James Bond, or something. We stared steely smizing into the iPhone 4S camera. He smirked from behind his black Ray Bans. Nondescript gray carpeting and beige walls stretching behind us.

We were dressed up as Hot Bond Girls™️. Looking back, actually my roommate was Blonde Bond Girl™️ and I was Asian Bond Girl™️. I forget how we organized, who proposed the costume idea last-minute and who agreed when. I barely knew the Bond kid, someone who lived in our dorm building or was in the same class as my roommate. Let’s call him James.

James looked fine in a suit—not as in fiiiiiine, but just fine, like it fit him—with his brown hair growing out a bit the way college underclassment boys usually get by the end of October. Maybe it was his white-guy-cocky-confidence or the rare occurrence of seeing a college kid dressed up in a suit. I wanted to be his Bond Girl.

I won’t get too deep into the white patriarchal culture that (metaphorically and literally) spiked the Kool-Aid, called it Pink Panty Dropper, and served it to me in a red solo cup that may or may not have been used in a prior game of rage cage. Our same culture that glorifies the white man child and lured me into wanting to dress up as this stranger-Bond-boy’s Side Piece #2.

My roommate and I kicked off our heels and slid into scuffed up beer stained Keds to hop from house party to house party alongside James Bond. We got drunk off the Kool Aid and Keystone. I basked in the periphery of his aloof presence, delighted just to be seen in association with this character.

And that’s what James really was: a character. One crafted in the image of hypermasculinity, private helipads, and late-capitalist wet dreams. Suits, cigars, and sports cars. Cocktails that taste like aftershave—both make him tougher, more of a man, more elusive. With a poker face that pays for his expensive taste, gets him out of tough spots with the baddies, and makes it impossible for the Bond Girl™️ to get past his chiseled, icy charisma.

How many boys grow into the man child that idolizes this character? A high-flying enigma surrounded by disposable women. Lone wolf gone rogue killing enemies for his top secret missions or out of vengeance. One who drinks, fucks, or gambles his worries away. Avoiding vulnerability at all costs (including said disposable women). Anger over confusion over sadness.

How many girls grow into the woman child who thinks she’ll only be valued and loved if she is the Bond Girl™️? Existing only for Bond, or the white male eye more broadly, and never for herself. Defined more by her body or her beauty than her being. Second always to the man in the suit by her side, until the next Bond Girl™️ comes along. The Bond Girl™️ is left either deserted or dead.

I remember James and that Halloween evening now, years after college and honestly having forgotten him and his real first name. Apparently, he’s married now, raising a golden retriever puppy, and just bought a house in a suburb. They spend many weekends wine tasting at vineyards. From the images of his social media shrine, it looks like he’s living the American Dream™️. But I’m not mentioning him because of that.

He shared a far, far right article headline on social media.

I’m less surprised at his white boy conservativeness than at his brazen mockery of the current racial justice movement. One that many of his liberal arts college classmates, friends, and ex-Bond-Girls are actively involved in. #BlackLivesMatter

His American flag board shorts were a red flag. I scroll through his grid of photos now and see a few posts from a couple years ago that toe the line between microaggression and full-on racism. Against Black and Asian people. He has also used the word “Patriot” in a couple captions as well as the American flag emoji.

If the Bond Girl™️ lives for no one but her man, then Bond lives for no one but himself.

And that thinking makes it very easy to justify white-supremacy-misogynistic-racist leanings where a white man and his own wealth / reputation / identity come before all others. Women are objectified, used, and disposed. Black and brown people are othered, lower, objectified, destroyed. Other white men are competed against, fought, overpowered, and mocked.

There is no room for nuance or discomfort. He must be right, just as all others must be imbeciles. And when others challenge him, he responds with violence or anger. Because anger over discomfort over sadness over apology. He concedes to no one as this life is one where winners take all.

And the Bond Girl™️? She must learn to care for herself and / or also for others. If she only cares for him, she won’t get out of this truly alive. Even in the slim chance he wifes her up and swears to protect her from the rest of the world (that he has convinced her) is out to get her. She’s either an accomplice in Bond’s bombastic bumbling or can transform beyond these limiting tropes forged of lust, possession, and annihilation.

[eternalgoldfish]

Billy is the kind of boring where he actually sits through his biology classes and takes notes, like he maybe cares about college or something, which Steve thought was as unlikely as Billy having a soul when he met him first year, both of them sloppy drunk at a kegger. Nancy had spilled punch on herself and then Steve, yelled when he tried to calm her while she cleaned herself up, and Billy thought they were the best fucking comedy act, had stared at Steve from across the room and licked his lips like Steve was a particularly saucy episode of Jersey Shore.

Steve has never actually watched Jersey Shore, but he gets the vibe. Billy looks like the kind of guy who spends a lot of time getting high in nothing but sweatpants and dropping pizza all over his second-hand student apartment couch, probably does. But apparently he’s also smart, or tries to be.

Honestly, Steve’s not really sure how he ended up in this course. Science isn’t really his thing, he’s more of a math guy, but he’d be fucking bombing this class if he wasn’t showing every week, which is probably how he’s started sitting next to Billy every class. Billy wears some fucking awful aftershave, something spicy but chemical. With his wolfish smile, he probably thinks he’s a panty dropper, makes girls real wet.

He’s probably not wrong with a jawline like that and a violent workout routine, but. Steve’s not looking or anything. He’s got standards.

But sometimes Billy kicks him under the table or lets their knees touch when he slouches down in his seat, and sometimes Steve doesn’t move his knee away, for some fucking reason, doesn’t really understand himself sometimes. Sometimes he thinks Billy isn’t a total douchebag, and it feels similar to wondering if aliens built the pyramids.

Billy maybe sometimes has an extra coffee for Steve when he shows up to class, which would be nice, except Billy fucking knows Steve doesn’t take sugar, and that coffee always has at least three. If Steve wasn’t so fucking nice he wouldn’t drink it. But he does. And Billy grins, all crooked and toothy, lets their knees touch.

He’s fucking gross, honestly.

[nanaswhispers]

Calling you.

Day 4 KLAROLINEAUWEEK : AU-AH.

rambling+missing you+drunk+college = this. 

No smut, but language. Uncharacteristically cutesy and light-hearted for me, but I hope still not too sugary.

Enjoy !

Caroline got out of one of the many shabby bars around Princeton, with aching foot from the killer heels she wore all night, and with the throbbing rhythm of that awful music drilling through her head from the amount of alcohol she consumed.

All she, and her friends, had wanted to do that evening was to relax, let loose, have some good time since they finally finished the ultimate exam period after weeks of brain wracking, all-nighters, coffee-induced hazes, subsequent zombie faces and no social life whatsoever.

Actually, she finally finished school. Now she only had to wait for the results in order to really close that important chapter of her life.

Their night of enjoyment really had been due, and frankly they deserved it. They all (theoretically) had their diplomas in pocket (a master in journalism and web communication in Caroline’s case) tons of loans to pay off and hesitant enthusiasm for their new lives on their minds.

She was proud to get her diploma, with good grades (and no she was not being presumptuous, she just didn’t work like a horse for weeks and months without the results she deserved). She was Caroline fucking Forbes after all.

And she really had a great time with the whole gang, minus one major nuisance.  

But, now that she was drunk, tired and finally free to think bout other things than classes, the thing that has been in the back of her mind for not only the entire night but also the last few weeks came back with force and she couldn’t put it away again: she missed Klaus really hard. Like, really, really, really hard.

She has not seen him for months, and with her exams and his new job at the MOMA, they couldn’t even find the time to communicate by phone or even Skype.

Caroline fumbled to find the pocket attached to her jacket, and after a few moments and grunts, took her phone quickly and (drunkenness severely obstructing her rationality) called him immediately. Even if it was approximately four in the morning. And he was most probably sleeping. And he had work early in the morning. Whatev’s!

The dial tone rang a few times, so much that Caroline even thought he actually wouldn’t answer, and finally, at the last ring, his tired, sleepy and gruff voice answered.

“Sweetheart? Why are you calling so late?” he paused, and then teased her, as usual. “You missing me?”

Oh, how she missed that accent of his, and his voice, and the confused, sleepy yet smirky, face she imagined he wore at that instant, and his wonderful curly hair she loved to grip hard, and his hands, and the heat of his skin, and his neck, and his…

“Caroline, love, is something wrong?”

She realized that while he waited on the phone for her to answer him, she had lost herself in imagining him, so she giggled, obviously.

“Hi baby… No, nothing’s wrong… I just reeeeally miss you babe.”

Klaus didn’t answer immediately, and she thought that maybe he had actually fallen back asleep while waiting for her to respond.

“How drunk are you, sweetheart?”

And apparently, she really didn’t do a marvelous job at hiding the slur in her words like she thought she had.

“Yeah… been celebrating the end of exams babe. I was out with Stef, Bon, Josh and Elena. Uhhh and Damon too, since potential drama is like chocolate icing on cake for him. I swear, I’ll never understand why is Elena mooning over such an asshole. The whole night he was explicitly trying to get on my nerves : “Care-bear, you sure you want that ice-cream, this shirt isn’t really fitting you that well already?”; “Blondie, maybe you should take a nice mimosa instead of that bourbon, wouldn’t want your clit to become a dick, am I right?”; “You sure seem eager for some fun tonight, what, Klausie not satisfying your needs Barbie? Oh right, I forgot, not really around anymore is he?” Why is that guy so fucking annoying?! Isn’t there like… a group therapy thing for aggravating people that you want to punch in the face and/or stab every time they opened their mouths?!”

She heard a deep chuckle in her ear, and thus, was reminded that she actually rambled to someone and not alone, like she thought she did. And that someone was actually her sexy boyfriend of three years, Niklaus fucking Mikaelson, artistic genius, intelligent psycho and panty-dropper extraordinaire. Mmh, and his dick! (Fuck, she won big with this one.) 

“I don’t know if there is such a thing love, I’ll look around tomorrow and ask a few questions to the right people, but if there is, consider Damon already on the waiting list.”

“Thank you sweetie baby, I knew I loved you for some reason!”

“How many drinks did you ingest love? I know it was at least a small dozen since you seem to be unable to stop calling me some declination of “baby”….”

“I don’t know boo, but definitely a lot… How can you speak so aloquently-, eloquin-, eloquen… good, when I just woke you up?!”

Her loudness control went away with each additional drink it seemed, or at least it appeared so judging by the few people that stood around her on the pavement in front of the bar and looked at her very strangely at that moment. 

Her boyfriend only chuckled.

“Call it inherent talent or simply, genius, love, your choice.”

She smiled like a loon at the omnipresent arrogance in his voice. She knew he exaggerated it only for her enjoyment (even if he was without a doubt an arrogant asshole sometimes) only to make her laugh. And she did.

But that laugh quickly quieted down.

“What is it Caroline?”

“I really do miss you Nik… I haven’t seen you in such a long time, I don’t even know which month it was! (Well I do know, because “Hello!” I’m still the kind of neurotic Caroline Forbes, but it hasn’t the same impact you know?)” 

She paused a little while he giggled,in a manly way of course…

“I know, I know… we were both super busy: me trying to get that damned diploma and finish those exams from hell, and you settling in New York for your new, fantastic, career-jumping job, but… I just miss you. I want to kiss you, I want to cuddle with you and wake up without having to take my phone just to hear your voice, you know?”

She only heard silence for a while, then a swallow, and finally Klaus answered, his voice a little more subdued and gentle.

“Sweetheart, I know. I miss you tremendously too. I’m so glad that you can finally come join me now that your exams are over. I would have waited even years for you, and I don’t have the words to describe how thrilled I am to talk with you, and hear you say you missed me as much as I did you. But, love, you shouldn’t cry, this temporary separation can come out as a positive period for our relationship.”

Caroline swept her cheek with her hand, and (she really hated to admit it) Klaus was right, she had been crying without even knowing. She felt good because of his reassurances, they had lost so much contact these last few weeks that uncontrollably she began having doubts about their relationship, Damon certainly did not help tonight. But, she was troubled by his last words.

“How can it be that both us missing each other like crazy is a good thing huh?! Were you happy that I wasn’t there? That you didn’t have to deal with neurotic, exam-stressed Caroline? … Are you having doubts about us Niklaus?!”

“Sweetheart, please, calm down. Don’t make allegations you know are not true. I’m saying, Caroline, that it is a good thing because it served a purpose for the long term. It shows that we’re not like all those other couples made during college years, that once in the real world or with a change of situation as big as ours just crumble… it shows we’re made to last, love. That we were meant to be. That we’re strong enough.”

“Thanks, now I’m crying even harder Klaus! Why do you have to be so damn… you?!” She sniffed a few times, and continued a little bit more composed. “I think I’m calling you this late more often from now on, if you are so uncharacteristically optimistic and romantic during the night? Were you having pleasant dreams? Is that why?”

She only heard a soft laugh, again, and a short bout of silence afterward.

“Sweetheart, take a bus and come to New York. Come to me. Let’s start our lives together.”

His voice sounded resolute and determined, as if it was the most obvious and natural statement in the world.

And it really was. (She was already running, well, trying to, drunk and in 6 inches heels wasn’t really the best combo.)

[soopranatural]

A rooster with some serious issues

Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader have to kill something they can't look at.

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: idk, the usual? If you're afraid of chicken don't read

Words: 2796

A/N: This was written for the Rejects of Supernatural Challenge, hosted by @sisterhoodofsam​ (I took so long to write it because I thought it had to be posted on the 10th oops)

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(I’m sorry I spent like five minutes laughing, I find this dude hilarious, just look at this scary chicken hahaha)

Your name: submit What is this?

"I think I found something" you raised your head from the book you were reading and sighed. So much for finally having a relaxing weekend.

Dean looked up from cleaning the guns and shot you a forlorn look, you were both going to the diner to get some pie after the sun went down a bit and you knew that wouldn't be happening now.

"Do we have to?" You whined.

Sam turned his head to look at you in disbelief. "It's killed five people Y/N." You sighed and gestured vaguely with your hand for him to continue, you still pouted though.

"So, it says here that these people have all died of heart failure, probably died instantly" Dean leaned back in his chair and turned to look at Sam directly.

"What's so weird about that? A lot of people die of heart failure." Sam turned in his chair to look at Dean, gesturing with his hands like he did when he wanted someone to understand what he was saying. You hid your fond smile behind your hand. "Well yeah, but these people were of all ages, and heart failure is usually an old people thing" he turned back to his laptop and scanned the screen again "there was an old lady, but also a couple of middle aged people, someone in their late twenties and" he paused for a beat and his brow furrowed "a seventeen year old."

"Shit" Dean said quietly. "Yeah" Sam replied, nodding distantly. You were struck with a sudden urge to get up from the couch and go over to Sam and smooth out his frown. You coughed and both men looked at you.

"Anything else we need to know about the case? Do we know what did it?" Sam clicked around a bit and read silently for a minute, his lips moving silently around the words. "Yeah, um, they all died at night and they all had their eyes open and glazed over. No other clues besides that but we can figure out what it is after we get there."

Dean's mouth quirked in a disgusted gesture "What kind of article writes that?" Sam shrugged.

"Well" you started, closing your book "I say it seems weird  enough for us, when do we head out?"

"We can pack and go now, and question people when we get there in the morning, maybe take tuns sleeping in the car?" Sam looked at both of you in turn.

"It's your call, I'm the one who actually fits in the back seat" you stood up and stretched, your back popped into place and you sighed in pleasure.

"I thought we were getting pie." Dean murmured and you laughed "we can stop by the diner and eat it on the way there" you replied and Dean grunted.

He still got up and started packing his things, grumbling the whole time.

The drive there was like it always was. Sam drove first while you and Dean ate pie. You talked and laughed at old hunting stories. You and Dean sang loudly and off key to Dean's music. Sam told you to stop. You sang louder. Sam finally gave in and sang with you.

When it got late you slept in the backseat for an hour and then changed seats so Sam could sleep and Dean could drive. After two hours they changed places and Sam drove again while Dean slept. You didn't drive the car, you didn't take it personally. You knew Dean trusted you, but not that much.

When you got to town you were all groggy and tired. You stretched out and waited with Sam while Dean booked you a room.

"I was thinking we should all freshen up and go have breakfast at that place we saw earlier, start the questioning right after" you nodded at his suggestion. You could use a shower, and breakfast. You also needed to pee. Why was Dean taking so long?

Right then Dean came running and opened the trunk to get your stuff out. "I call first shower" you said as soon as he handed you your bag "I stink."

"Well I smell like roses" Dean teased, opening his arms for a hug. You made an exaggerated gagging sound and then squealed with laughter when he started chasing you.

"You guys are imposible" Sam sighed when you finally calmed down. You were still panting and giddy. Sam placed a hand on the small of your back to lead you forward into the room and you instantly tensed, going serious. You cleared your throat and frowned at Dean when he shot you a knowing look.

You got to the diner a little before nine, you had decided to take your badges in case something happened but wore normal clothes. The diner was full of people having breakfast or drinking coffee. In a small town like this it was probably where everyone ate.

You sat down on a table with four chairs and set up your laptops. A waitress came briefly and you all looked up from what you were doing. Sam was looking for more clues on other articles and you were crossing out monsters that couldn't be responsible for this case. You were writing in the journal as well.

"What can I get y'all today" she was young and pretty and blonde, she had big eyes and a doe eyed look. You nudged Dean and winked at him, this was his area of expertise. He smiled up at the waitress and you hid your laughter under your hand when he talked in his panty dropper voice.

"Um we'll have three black coffees and three house breakfasts, two with pancakes and one with waffles" you raised your eyebrows, impressed, when the girl just nodded and asked if you wanted anything else, seemingly immune to Dean's charm. "That'd be all, thank you sweetheart."

"Yeah, of course" she stuttered, flushing beet red and turning to walk away hurriedly. You giggled under your palm. Bingo.

"I knew I'd break her" said Dean when he turned back to you. You elbowed him softly and Sam rolled his eyes.

When the waitress returned with your orders she looked at you curiously as you moved your things aside and she placed your food in front of you.

"So, what brings y'all here, we don't get many visitors in a small town like this"

"We're actually here on a job" Dean took out his badge and you and Sam did the same "I'm agent Williams and these are my colleagues agents Barnes and Porter"

The girl's eyes widened and she looked at you in surprise. "I thought you'd be wearing suits" she said finally.

"We're just here to have breakfast" Dean smiled "but if you know anything about the deaths that have been going on we appreciate you telling us."

The girl looked at you all again and then scratched her arm contemplatively. "Um I guess, I don't know much about it, but I know they all got killed outside the Rogers' barn, lotta folks go there to look at the stars or have a smoke, but not so much now. Horrible stuff, what happened to all of 'em."

"That's all you know?" She nodded, paused, and then shook her head. "Well, it's silly" she looked up for a moment and then back down. "Try us" you said, speaking to her for the first time. "I live near the barn. And I've heard a rooster crow every time someone's died." She looked at you again "The barn's empty."

Back at the motel you got back to work immediately, several books were open on the desk and you were all searching for stuff about roosters in omens and stuff like that. So far you were having little luck. Roosters usually meant good stuff, and that was not what you were looking for.

"I think I found something" Sam said suddenly and you all looked up to him. "All I found about roosters was stuff about new beginnings and chasing away bad spirits" you nodded, you had found the same. "So I went with the sudden death and open eyes thing. At first I thought maybe a basilisk."

"Like the one in Harry Potter?" You asked, that made sense.

"Nerd" teased Dean and you stuck out your tongue at him.

"Yes" replied Sam, rolling his eyes "but the rooster crowing didn't fit in anywhere, so I searched those two together and I think I know what we're hunting" he read over the screen again and looked at you "it's called a cockatrice."

"Sounds like a dick" Dean said bluntly. You burst out laughing and soon Dean joined in. Sam rolled his eyes again and you worried they would stay stuck in the back of his head because of how many times he did that lately.

"Real funny Dean"

"Not to get cocky..." you giggle- snorted as he paused for the doble meaning to his words to kick in and Sam huffed, amused. "But how hard..." another pause "can it be to kill a rooster- monster?"

Pretty hard, as it turns out. The only way to kill it was to have it look at itself in a mirror or for it to hear a rooster crow. And you couldn't let it look you in the eye or even let it breathe on you. Because if it did you would die.

You also had to look around for yolk-less eggs that had been incubated by a toad, apparently, and then toss them over the barn. This had to be the weirdest case you had been on.

When you got to the barn you could see why it would be a common hangout spot. It looked old but well taken care of. There was a picnic table right in front of it and a tall window which probably meant it had a second floor inside.

It was dark, and you came armed with guns that you knew would be useless and a bunch off different sized mirrors. You also had a recording of a rooster crowing in your phones but you doubted that would work.

You knew the cockatrice could be here already so you had to be careful. The door was open which was a good thing, but the hinges creaked and groaned horribly when you opened them. You waited for a minute in complete silence before going in.

With the mirrors in front of you and your eyes pointing to the ground you went inside, walking quietly and hiding behind a stack of hay.

"Now we wait?" You whispered and Sam nodded. You waited for maybe ten minutes before you heard something. There was a rustling sound and you peeked over the hay just in time to see something that you thought was another haystack covered by a blanket move and slowly rise.

You watched with wide eyes as it slowly grew in size. It had a long spiky tail, scaly gray skin and impressive long wings that looked like they belonged on a dragon. It stretched it's wings and then fluttered them down back to it's sides. Small strands of hay and dust flew around it and then settled back down. You could see small black feathers, shiny like a raven's, starting from it's back and then growing towards the head, where they turned longer and closer together. It was about to turn around when you felt someone grab the back of your shirt and yank you back down.

"What are you doing?!" Hissed Sam into your ear. You shook your head, you had almost been killed, you felt shaky and your heart was pounding in your ears, that thing was bigger than you had anticipated.

"...we spread out and then I play the recording. If that doesn't work it'll be angry. So we need to be careful and fast. Keep your mirrors close. Got it?" You run Dean's plan again in your head and nod. Shaking out your arms to release tension and concentrate, you prepare to run to the other side of the barn.

Dean creeps to the wall, staying hidden in the shadows. He walks slowly and silently towards the stairs, creeping up them carefully. You keep your eyes on him. You can still hear the cockatrice scuffling around and scratching the floor. You hold your breath, hoping the steps won't creek.

Dean gets to the top with no problem and shoots you a thumbs up. You smile, relieved. "On three" whispers Sam, and you shiver at the feeling of his breath against your neck. "One, two" he signals Dean "three."

You immediately spring into a full speed run at the same time as a horribly loud rooster crow echoes inside the barn. It doesn't work.

The cockatrice screeches behind you, it's the loudest, most terrifying thing you have ever heard. And you jump in surprise. You had hoped it would die.

You curse when you trip over a pebble lying on the floor. The mirror falls to the ground and shatters loudly.

Your heart is beating frantically with sudden adrenaline and your hands grow clammy. You can hear it behind you and you know if it catches up you're dead.

You duck behind an old tractor, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath to center yourself. You look under it and you see the mirror in front of you, only a few feet away. The cockatrice is pacing on the other side. It's waiting for you, you realize with a shudder.

Your hands shake and you gulp when you realize what you're going to have to do. You take another deep breath and roll your shoulders.

You count the seconds until the cockatrice turns around, finding a pattern to it's pacing. You wait until it turns around.

Crap. Here goes nothing.

You jump and roll under the tractor. Jumping towards the mirror as soon as you're on the other side. The cockatrice screeches again.

You grab the mirror and roll onto your back, pointing it upwards and squeezing your eyes shut. Praying it works.

Your scream of terror is cut short with a choked sound when the cockatrice falls on top of you with all it's weight. You feel your ribs crunch.

"Y/N?!" You hear someone yell.

You're still seeing stars but you can hear heavy steps hurriedly approaching you.

"Well that sucked" you groan and you hear a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god" you hear Sam sigh. "Dean come help me with this."

They both lift it from you and you grunt in pain when it finally rolls off you. Sam helps you up and pulls you into a tight hug. "You scared me" he whispers.

He places a gentle hand on your cheek and before you have time to react his lips are on yours. Your eyes are wide with surprise and your heart starts pounding again.

He pulls away before you can kiss back, his eyes are wide as well. "Shit" he whispers.

A low whistle from Dean startles you, you had forgotten he was there. "I'm just gonna wait outside" he jerks his thumb in the direction of the door and leaves awkwardly.

"Shit" says Sam again, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry Y/N, I don't know what came over me" Oh, that hurts a little bit, you had almost dared to hope... "The truth is I've liked you for some time" what? "But I know how you feel about Dean and I respect that, so I'll back off, I'm sorry" Dean? What the hell?

"Dean?" You ask, your voice higher than normal "why Dean?" Sam shrugs and looks down. And oh that's just plain unfair, grown men shouldn't be this adorable. "Dean's just my.." you scrunch up your face "ew, no, just no."

Sam looks up again, almost hopefully, and you really want to kiss him again. "Plus, I like you" you say, smiling shyly.

He looks at you in surprise, beaming. You laugh softly and walk closer to him, stand on your tippy toes and kiss him on the mouth. He smiles into the kiss and deepens it. Oh, you're in heaven.

"You done making out yet?" Dean yells into the barn. Sam huffs and you give him one last peck on the lips. "Yeah" you call out.

Dean comes up to you, smirking that insufferable knowing smirk. He pats Sam on the back and whispers something at him that has Sam pushing him away and Dean laughing loudly.

You all move to stand around the unmoving cockatrice, grimacing. It's very big, and very heavy, and very dead. Dean huffs.

"Man, I was hoping it would disintegrate or somethin', do you guys feel like chicken soup?"

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[scullyrunch-blog]

Rogue - Part 1

Pairing: Fuckboy!Taehyung X Reader

Word Count: 8.4K

W: offensive words?

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You woke up to a nice morning. It’s not every day that you felt some type of motivation to get up from your bed and start your day. You slipped into your sweater as you quietly hummed some tunes you didn’t care enough to remember which commercial jingle was it from. The beautiful birds’ chirp filled your ears. The fresh, crisp air filled your lungs. It was supposed to be a good day. You even walked into your class earlier than you usually did, throwing the empty cup of delicious coffee you just sipped as you walked past as garbage can.

All that just to be ruined by a certain hazelnut-haired and coffee-eyed boy you met in the university hallway. You knew him, obviously, even a little too familiar for your own comfort. Who didn’t know the notorious Kim Taehyung? The devilishly handsome young man that may pass as innocent in most eyes until people found out how he actually was. To put it simple, he’s a fuckboy. There were countless women that he had slept with. He’s the life of frat parties, and for the better or worse, dropper of panties. His ungodly visual features himself was enough to make girls threw throw themselves at him. That, plus an incredibly heavenly deep voice that was music to many ears. Not to mention his never-failing methods of picking up girls. He rarely failed, he smashed well, and very smug with that. However, his no-strings-attached rule made him the kind of guy that girls infatuated with at night by his so-called excellent performances, but despised at morning while he quickly shoved himself into his jeans and leave their beds. He didn’t really have a golden personality, but apparently, his looks paid well to cover the fact that he’s a huge jerk.

Basically, he never did anything to bother you, but he did annoy the hell out of your best friend. Jessi was your friend ever since you stepped into the university. She’s the exact opposite of everything about you. She’s an extrovert, enjoyed being the center of attention; while you might be outgoing at times, you rather stick into your introverted lifestyle. She spent her weekends jumping around from one party to another; while you rather stay at your couch and bury yourself in an endless amount of books or TV shows. She’s the very definition of sanguine, and a very pretty one too. Her hair, her skin, her body, her overall features, everything about her was just right. But despite being very popular, her closest and truest friend was just you alone.

Sometimes, people call her the female version of Taehyung. She just loved sleeping around and having a good time with partners that you’ve never witnessed more than once, or “trial and error” as she jokingly put it. To you, there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone could do whatever they want without being judged. But on the face of it, people thought of Taehyung as ‘typical’ or ‘mainly normal for a guy like him’, but saw Jessi as ‘cheap’ or ‘easy’. It infuriated you, but Jessi always shrugged it off with a saying that sounded something like “it’s the risk of being a baddie, I don’t mind at all.” You had always admired her confidence and ‘no-fucks-given’ attitude.

But this time, you couldn’t help but enraged. There Jessi was, standing in the corner where you usually met her in the morning, minding her own business with her phone, but there was also Taehyung and the rest of his dudes. It seemed like they were catcalling her or some sort, and it was more than clear to you that Jessi was pissed. Even so, she just rolled her eyes and kept on doing whatever she was doing. Jessi never slept with Taehyung, although Taehyung flirted with her a couple of times in parties. She said herself that he wasn’t really her type and wouldn’t try to get him on her bed. But a person like Taehyung didn’t really accept the fact that not everybody wanted him to get into their pants.

As you walked closer, you could overheard some of the things he said.

“—some type of way. I mean, look at her,” He grinned that boxy-grin that was one of his trademarks. You unconsciously furrowed your eyebrows, a sign of you being disgusted.

Jessi stayed silent. She received a lot of treatments like this from immature boys, and while a good ol’ sarcasm might do the job to shut them, she had told you once that the better option was just to brush them away.

When Jessi didn’t make any attempt to respond him, he went on. “But what I don’t get is that you’re sleeping around with everyone, yet you don’t want to do it with me,” His friends snickered. You recognized some of them as Jessi’s former sexual partners. One of them ranked good by Jessi, but the other one was below average. Jessi always told you who she’s seeing, and after she’s done with them, she just made you laugh with her witty yet honest reviews.

“You’re a whore anyway,” Taehyung continued. “Not sleeping with me doesn’t make you any better, you know that, right?”

And that’s the final straw. This guy right here had the audacity to speak like that to a person you really care about. In public.

You knew you were usually calm and reserved. And you knew very well that you and Taehyung had never exchanged more than ten words. Nonetheless, you walked straight to him, passed Jessi, and right into his face.

“Why are you calling her a whore?” You spat the words before you regret any of it. “Because she refuse to suck your dick?”

You’ve had the habit of creating snarky comebacks in your head, but never actually speak them loudly to the person you’re talking to. But this time, you’ve let all the sarcastic comments you’ve picked up from sitcoms you’ve seen and let them flow out. It felt refreshing.

Taehyung and his friends seemed taken aback. Why wouldn’t he? It’s not every day a random girl that’s eight inches shorter than him dared marching to him and yelled at him with no reason. He didn’t say anything except for a short “excuse me?”

“Well, I’m so sorry to break it down for you,” You exhaled with a false sympathetic face. “But she doesn’t really go for a guy who comes right after three seconds into blowjob.”

You knew it’s not true. At least, you’ve heard that it’s not true. Girls here and there who had experienced Taehyung in sheets had thrown thousands of compliments about his marvelous ‘administrations’. And none of them sounded pretty close to him being a premature ejaculator, or being a bad one at all.

Jessi herself was surprised. She let out a small laugh through her nose. Nevertheless, she smiled proudly at you. Jessi had defended you countless times of so-called bullies with savagery, and it’s time for you to pay her back. Although you’re sure she didn’t really need it.

Taehyung looked startled, but found it amusing. He knew you from some obligatory classes you took with him. Taehyung took you as a straight-As student who preferred museums over frat houses. He also knew you as Jessi’s friend, but he never thought that you’d speak like this. He thought, interesting.

Taehyung said in an amused tone, “Oh, a whore and a prude,” His friends sneered. “What a unique pair,” He said the word ‘unique’ as if it’s the strangest word he’s ever heard. But he didn’t stop there. “So this is your sidekick, huh?” He pointed his chin to you, but eyes diverted to Jessi.

Jessi didn’t even had the chance to reply. You shot him right away, “A prude?” You stifled a laugh. Your palms might be sweating and your nervousness might creep its way to your spine, but you wouldn’t stop, and couldn’t stop. Yes, you had only one previous sexual partner, and yes, you didn’t show up to parties and disliked most of the things common in parties, but you were confident you’re not a prude. You knew enough stuffs to keep you going.

Taehyung raised one of his eyebrows, and smiled a smug smile. “Um, yeah,”

You inhaled and exhaled. “Excuse me, but I bet you’ll take that back when I ride you so damn good you’ll be seeing stars.”

At this point, it was chaotic. His friends started shouting like wild monkeys, still couldn’t believe that you just said that. It attracted some attention from the people around. Jessi’s mouth was slightly agape, but it later developed into a smirk.

The corner of Taehyung’s lips twitched, yet he still maintained his smug smile you’ve grown to hate in a matter of minutes. Taehyung had a weak spot in dirty talks, especially innocent-looking smart-ass girl with a filthy mouth.

And that might be a little too much, because you were certain you lacked experience to be spewing that around. But it didn’t matter.

The first thing that crossed Taehyung’s mind was ‘how dare she said that to my face’, but it soon turned into a game-like thing to him. You wanted to play this with him? Fine, he’d take his chance.

“So you think you’re that good, huh?” Taehyung smirked. “Well, why don’t you just show me?”

You raised your eyebrows. You really, really did not anticipate that. But you’ve made it this far, which was more than anything you’ve been before, and you couldn’t afford to lose.

But before you even thought about another snarky comment, he cut you off. “Or, maybe, for the better, why don’t both of you just show me?” He signaled to Jessi and back to you. “My hand-eye coordination’s good, doing two at the same time is a piece of cake.”

Both of you went silent. Is this guy for real? You thought.

“Or maybe you are just all bark, no bite,” He and his friends laughed.

You didn’t see this coming, but still, you replied, “Oh my God,” you rolled your eyes. “First, we don’t do guys who jizz in their pants just from seeing tits.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t allow him.

You continued, “And second, if you think that you’re really that flexible,” You had no idea if this word had any relevance to what he implied before, regardless, you said, “maybe you can just do us a favor and go fuck yourself.”

By that, his friends went ballistic, but some of them still dared laughing. You grabbed Jessi’s hand and walked away.

You felt a jumble of emotions, but for now, you’ve got classes to catch.

   “Damn, girl,” Jessi started. “I didn’t know you’re that savage!”

After today’s classes, you and Jessi sat in your favorite coffee shop near the campus. You smiled as you sipped your iced Americano, while Jessi gulped down her soy latte.

“Oh, wait, I already knew you’re a savage,” She continued. “But that? That is just bold.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s nothing,” You bit the corner of your lower lip. “It’s just, I couldn’t stand him saying that to you.”

“Aw, babe, thanks,” Jessi smiled. “You’re such a cutie. But he’s a jerk and let him just be any kind of jerk he wants.”

You shrugged. “Jess, aren’t you even slightly irritated by people acting like that towards you? I mean—“

“I know, I know,” She cut you off. She placed her hand above your hand. “You don’t have to worry, I got it.”

But you knew very well that she disliked it when people speak of her as if she’s some kind of a cheap meat anyone could smash. She might be sleeping around with no relationship, but she didn’t just pick anyone and go home with him. She practiced safe sex, and that’s the only thing that matter to you. Jessi was smart enough to know who to do’s and don’ts. You trusted her in making that decision. You just never ceased to forget reminding her to be safe.

“Fuck double standards,” You exhaled.

Both of you sat there in silence. Enjoying your coffee and turning your attentions into the street outside the coffee shop. It was peaceful and quiet, exactly like how you love—

“By the way, what are you doing this Friday night?” Jessi burst your serene bubble with a mischievous glint on her eyes. You knew too damn well that she was up to something.

“You mean, tomorrow night?” You turned your attention back to her.

“Yeah, silly,” She flipped her chocolate hair and grinned. Oh, she was definitely up to something.

You tried to think of something, anything to make you seem as if you’d be busy tomorrow night. Your mind went blank. Perhaps because you actually had nothing planned for this Friday night.

“I got nothing.” You said shortly and honestly.

“Good!” She exclaimed in joy and continued. “So, there’s this party at—“

“No, no, no,” You shook your head so fast you could feel your ponytail going left and right in a rapid speed. Not frat parties. Anything but frat parties.

“Aw, (Y/N), come on!” She insisted. “It’s at Jungkook’s! You know it’s going to be dope!”

You couldn’t help but agree. Jungkook was a rich handsome spoiled brat at Taehyung’s caliber. In fact, Jungkook was Taehyung number one buddy. Jungkook’s family lived in a large villa-like house with swimming pool in the middle and whatsoever. And every time his parents left the city, which was often, he threw parties over and every single one of them was extremely lit. You’ve been to two of his parties (thanks to the ever-so persuasive Jessi) and all of them were wild, even for you personally. He served fine liquors, fine weeds, and fine ladies. The last one was the truest, since Jungkook seemed to gather prettiest ladies from everywhere to attend his get-togethers. These women did you nothing, but you just didn’t truly feel comfortable near them because they reminded you of how plain you looked compared to them. That’s just one of your reasons to dislike parties. Insecurities did you wondrous things.

“Um, I don’t know, Jess,” You diverted your eyes from her and into your coffee.

“You know I never try to convert you into my belief or whatever,” You laughed at that. Jessi had never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. But the way she said it to you was just funny. “Still, you got to admit that you need some refreshments.”      

“I can get my kicks out of a night with Netflix,”

Jessi threw her head back and groaned. “(Y/N), aren’t you tired of tests and books and assignments and so many things like that? You need to, you know, go out and have some fun!” She said that in a sing-song voice and did a little dance with her elbows.

You let out a deep breath. She’s right and you knew that. Besides, you had just finished an incredibly hectic week. You felt as if the weekly dosage of assignments and stress you usually got had been doubled up. A little night out wouldn’t hurt, right?

Jessi pouted and you kept staring at her for a few minutes while the gears in your brain worked.

After what seemed like hours, Jessi just moved her shoulders. “You don’t have to go, you know that,”

But after debating with yourself, you’ve made a decision. “Nope. I’m going.”

And Jessi just screamed so loud it made heads turned in that coffee shop. Your mind wandered on what kind of outfit you should wear tomorrow, almost completely forgot the little thing that happened this morning.

   On the other side, Taehyung couldn’t forget what happened this morning. Did that girl just walk right into him and harass him in front of his friends? He still couldn’t accept the fact that you, practically a stranger to him, just told him to go fuck himself and walked away as if nothing happened.

“What the actual fuck,” Taehyung silently mouthed those four words as you turned your back and left with Jessi. He wasn’t used having his pride hurt, so this feeling was completely alien to him. He might’ve looked like he didn’t give a damn and walked away in the opposite direction, got some good laugh with this friends shortly after, but deep inside he was infuriated. He’s mad and oh, how he wanted payback. The only problem was how he could get it done.

   “You’re still going, right?” Jessi spoke over the phone. It was 06.42 P.M and that meant eighteen minutes before you were supposed to meet Jessi and left for the party at Jungkook’s. You had convinced Jessi a couple of times that a) You would go to this party, b) You would show up with her, and c) You would goddamn go to the party! Apparently, Jessi was still so excited about you finally leaving your cave and she was afraid you might cancel in any time, so she decided that calling you every ten minutes was a great idea.

“Yes! Yes I will, Jess! Stop calling!” You practically screamed to the phone. Jessi just giggled and made kissy voices, then hung up. You got other things to think over right now, and one of them being your outfit.

You had spent the last hour looking for the perfect clothes to wear, but everything in your closet seemed too much, too less, and nothing right. God, you really need to go shop for some new wardrobe. What’s left in your closet was just t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. None of them really scream ‘I’m ready for party!’ to you.

In the end, you decided to just slip on a tight black turtleneck sweater that you’ve forgotten you owned and completed it with high-waisted short jeans that, too, you’ve forgotten you owned. When was the last time you dress up and go for a night out? You couldn’t remember. Maybe you needed tonight more than you thought.

You settled with a pair of boots instead of high-heels or whatever girls usually wore on occasions like this. First, you didn’t own one. And second, you wanted to be comfortable because you knew the last time you wore something that resembled stilettos at your cousin’s wedding, you almost tripped and destroyed the wedding cake. You pushed your phone into your jeans pocket, grabbed a coat because you knew it’s chilly outside, and you locked your apartment on your way out.

   You met Jessi at a convenience store near both your apartments. She looked like a complete knockout compared to you. She wore tight-fit little black dress with a halter top that hugged her body perfectly. She’s taller than you, but now in her sky-high stiletto that only God knew how to walk properly with that, she stood as high as a skyscraper next to you. His long chocolate locks laid beautifully on her shoulders.

On the ride to Jungkook’s, Jessi looked at you with that mischievous glint that she always had when she’s up to something.

“What?” You asked and clicked your tongue.

She grinned and asked, “When was the last time you got a good dicking down?”

You choked on your own spit and nervously glanced at the Uber driver who thankfully seemed to be drowning in the old song played from the radio instead of overhearing your conversation.

“Come on, don’t look so surprised,” She poked your right arm repeatedly. “Be frank to me and spill. Now.”

There’s nothing to spill anyway. Between the last guy you’ve told Jessi until now, there was no one in between.

“Jin.” You said shortly. “No one after him.”

Jessi looked so surprised as if she couldn’t believe you. “Are you for real?”

Jin was a past that you didn’t like to dig. You met him on one Monday morning rush. You were in your first year and you were running late for an important class. You didn’t really watch your step, everything that crossed your mind was just how this certain professor took attendance for thirty-percent of your grades which you desperately need, but had a major hatred of people being late. He rather had you not showing up in his class at all than showing up even five minutes late.

You just kept walking, and unbeknownst to you, another man, holding his coffee while scrolling on his phone also walked from another direction in the same pace as you. And in a matter of twenty seconds, that said coffee cup was flying into your direction, specifically to your white shirt.

It was beyond warm, it was hot. It burned your skin but the first thing that came up to your mind (and to your mouth, in that matter) was, “I’m late!”

It was exactly another four seconds until you’ve let the hotness sink in, and you screamed, “My Lord it’s hot!”

The man who accidentally threw his coffee into you panicked, which sent you into the same state of panic, and also resulted in both of you scrambled around like lost chicks looking for their unseen mother; going around but useless.

And it was another seven minutes that you’ve exchanged names (and handkerchief) with the said stranger, learning that this wide-shoulder man’s name was Kim Seokjin, he went to the same university as you, on his second year, and he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You didn’t go to the class you’re supposed to be having, but instead you spent an entire morning replaying the scene into your mind.

Three weeks passed and you learned more from him. Beneath his gracious appearance, laid a goofy man who loved spewing unfunny dad jokes that still made you laugh because of the way his face turned into a static mid-laugh expression waiting for you to get the joke. You both also learned that you watched the same shows and loved anything that involved eating. It didn’t take long until you both had your first kiss and it evolved into a relationship.

Three months into the relationship and you’ve had it for the first time with him. But for you, it was your first time with anyone, ever. He was gentle that time, showing you carefully that what once felt like pain, turned into pleasure in no time. You loved every second of it.

Nine months and a happy relationship. You did cooking together many times since he was surprisingly excellent at cooking, all night TV show marathon more, and sleepover with a side of banging appointment countless times. You loved that you and Jin could mind your own businesses in the same room, not interacting verbally, but finding huge comfort in just being there for each other.

It was the tenth month that messed up big time for both of you. He stopped being as caring as before, insecurities started creeping up on you, rumor had it that he was seeing someone else, and the rumor became a fact on one certain night, which was ironically a frat party. Another reason for you to hate them.

There he was, drunk and you bet he reeked of liquor. Sitting on his lap was a pretty girl whose face you couldn’t match with a name. They were making out, whispering sweet nothings to each other. He didn’t know that you’d show up, since he knew how much you dislike the crowd in parties. But regardless, you still showed up. You just wanted to peek a little on what actually have been going on behind your back. After that scene, you suddenly felt uninvited; beads of sweat on your palm and another beads of tears on your cheeks. You stormed out of there as soon as you could, went back to your apartment and showered yourself with warm water, bawling your eyes out until God knows when.

The next morning, you showed him pictures you took of him last night as evidence. You found out that it was his first time actually having some actions aside from you and that he didn’t really do anything with the nameless girl. He claimed he was drunk, unaware of his actions, only until later on whomever bedroom they walked in together then he realized what he did was wrong and went home. All that explanations didn’t erase the fact that his hands had been on someone else’s skin, his tongue had been exploring someone else’s mouth, and his eyes had laid lustfully before someone else’s naked body. You couldn’t accept the fact. You broke it off that day. He was furious, but he knew it’s his mistake. He walked away with guilt, and you walked away with grief. So far, he’s both your first and your last.

It was four and a half months ago.

You looked at Jessi and nodded your head slowly. Jessi must’ve sensed something different with you and stroked your back.

“Sorry,” She said softly.

You pulled off her hand and grinned, “Never mind,” You grinned even wider. “Today, we create new chapter. A good dick never hurts.”

She laughed, “Now that’s the spirit!”

Truthfully, you didn’t really have the spirit of finding someone else. Jin’s scent still lingered on your skin no matter how many times you scrubbed it up. Tonight was for a sole purpose of having some fun and letting some stress go. But who knew what the night would bring? You glanced into the window and you could see Jungkook’s house getting nearer, already loud and crowded even while the night’s still young. You were about to find out.

   “I want to go home,” was the first thing you said after you stepped into Jungkook’s place. Music blasting over the speakers, so loud you could feel your skull vibrated from the bass. Boys and girls were moving around, holding the authentic red paper cups filled with all kinds of intoxicants. A group in the corner smoking pot, while a two girls sat on a guy’s lap in the other corner. There were so many people that you couldn’t help but feeling a little claustrophobic. These were wild things you’d never grown to familiarize with.

“It’s just started,” Jessi glanced to a gang of three tall guys you recognized as the university’s athletes. “Enjoy it, (Y/N)! Let loose a little.”

You took a glimpse at Jessi and you knew she’s going to start her manhunt a little earlier than usual. You gave her an approving smile.

“I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Jessi glanced at the crowd and back at you, doubtful.

Yes, I do not want to be left alone too, you thought. Nevertheless, you said, “It’s alright, Jess, you do your thing,” The corners of her lips widened into a smile. “I’m just gonna grab some booze.” If there’s anything you loved about parties, it’s the free liquor. You could use some.

“You know me so well,” She patted your back. She walked three steps until she turned her face back to you. “Hey, you too go find someone and get laid, you need it!”

You just opened your mouth in surprise, yet you just stifled a small laugh and walked on the opposite direction.

You arrived into the makeshift bar and found a table full of alcohol. The host, Jungkook, was there, red cup in his hand, refilling whatever he was having.

“Whoa, (Y/N),” He looked quite surprised. “I didn’t think you’ll come.”

You stole a little glance, a little amazed that he recognized you, then stilled your attention into the bottles. These weren’t cheap cans of beer. These were some quality stuffs.

“So I’m unwanted here?” You meant for it to come out as a joke, but it sounded a little too bitter. You knew Jungkook was never picky about people who attended his parties.

“No, I didn’t mean so,” He seemed taken aback, but covered it with a dry laugh. “I mean, nice seeing you here.”

“You too,” You realized it was a stupid thing to say since he’s clearly the owner of this house and of course you’d meet him here. But he didn’t seem to mind.

You settled for a bottle of Scotch that smelled pretty strong and started pouring it into a cup.

Jungkook peeked at the bottle in your hand. “I take it that you’re not a lightweight.”

“Not really, I guess,” You shrugged. “I kinda need it.”

He smiled that a-thousand-watts smile that melted girls on sight. “I knew the feeling,” You responded with a smile and started to walk away, when he said another thing.

“I heard you got Taehyung pretty pissed yesterday,” You stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows at him. He didn’t take you by surprise, actually. You knew that Jungkook would heard about it, he’s Taehyung’s pal anyway. But the fact that he brought it up to your face as if he purposely reminded you of the incident that you had almost forgot made you uncomfortable.

“I didn’t mean it,” You answered shortly, hoping that the redness that threatened to made its appearance at your face wouldn’t be visible to him.

“Well, he took it serious,” He took a sip on his drink and walked away. “But I don’t know, though. Enjoy the party, by the way.”

You just stood there, trying to regain your calmness. Yes, you might be a little rude to him the day before, but it was nothing, right? He had probably heard worse, or done worse. The actuality that you had perhaps embarrassed him badly in front of his friends had never occurred to you until this moment. You meant, he got quite a self-praising attitude. These kinds of things might hurt his pride. But still, it was nothing, right?

You decided to brush it off and reached for your drink. You emptied it down in a single gulp and refilled it almost immediately. Your eyes spotted an empty couch and you guided your steps there. You might need to drink more than you thought you do.

  You pulled out your phone from your pocket and started to busy yourself with it. You had observed the people and you knew you recognized many of them, but you decided to mind your own business. You scrolled up and down in Instagram, Twitter, news websites, even some fun fact websites that people only looked up when they had nothing better to do. A part of you wanted to join the crowd and have fun, the song that’s playing was a song you liked anyway. But another more conscious part of you decided that sitting on the couch would be better than you wilding out and did something you later would regret.

Two girls sat on the empty spot of the sofa across you and started making out. You knew one of them as a girl who once had a boyfriend, but you couldn’t care less about someone else’s sexual preference. A guy who looked high walked past you and offered his bong. You had never smoked pot and was not looking forward to one, so you just shook your head and smiled. He kept walking and you followed him with your eyes until your gaze landed on something interesting.

Or rather someone interesting, in that matter. About ten feet from your position, you spotted the familiar hazelnut-haired man. There he was, a bottle of beer on his left hand, and his right hand placed on a girl’s hips. You shouldn’t be surprised of seeing him here, you knew it for sure that he practically lived in parties. Somehow, you still felt a jolt of shock. You had hoped that this massive crowd would be enough to hide you from him and vice versa, but apparently fortune was not in your palms tonight.

You were not genuinely unfortunate. He hadn’t noticed you so far, that meant you were still safe. You stayed in your couch, eyes glancing back from your phone and unto him. It worked for a couple of minutes, until two of your classmates from English Literature walked by and decided to greet you loudly.

“Hey (Y/N)!” One shouted. “Looking good!” The other one shouted again and kept walking.

You haven’t had the chance to reply because you were too busy making sure that Taehyung didn’t catch that. Just when you thought that you were quite lucky, you turned into having the worst luck you could possibly thought of.

Taehyung was chatting with some of his friends, but his smile faltered when he heard your name. He tried to find the source of that voice and found you sitting alone on the couch a couple of feet away from him. He caught your eyes and smirked to himself.

The moment Taehyung and you made an accidental one-second eye contact, you knew it was over. Your coverage had been blown. You needed to flee immediately. You considered joining the two classmates that you met earlier. It seemed like a good idea. Anything to get you out of this place, plus you wouldn’t seem so lonely with their company, but you couldn’t see them.

Your mind raced for a solution. You tried looking for Jessi, but as you guessed, she was nowhere to be found. So you opted for another alternative, a sudden retreat to the restroom.

You sat up too fast you hit the edge of the coffee table in front of you. The two girls across you suddenly looked up but they paid you no attention and continued what they were doing. You’ve been here before, you knew where the restroom was. You turned your back, hoping that Taehyung wouldn’t see you, and strolled to another direction.

Once you arrived in the restroom door which was located under the stairs, you prayed that the room wouldn’t be occupied by a horny couple getting handsy and desperate for actions. You pushed the door a little and you let the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. It was empty.

You walked in and locked the door behind you. The restroom had a yellow lighting and polished with marble, it even had a pot of fake plant and little shiny clam shells decoration on the washbowl. The rich and their things, you thought to yourself.

You sat on the top of toilet lid. God, you felt like a coward. Hiding from a party inside a bathroom just because you couldn’t face someone. Pathetic. But this was your introvert instincts. You kept wondering why you even agreed to go this party on the first place. Or more importantly, why were you avoiding Taehyung? You weren’t afraid of him or something, you just didn’t feel that it’s necessary to meet him.

Yeah, right. It might be unnecessary, but what’s more unnecessary was stuffing your ass inside a bathroom.

And now, you have more important thing to discuss with yourself. How long were you going to stay here? Was ten minutes enough? Or did you need an extra fifteen minutes?

You kept debating with yourself while a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.

You panicked. What were you going to do? Would you just screamed “it’s occupied!” and hoping whoever was behind that door would leave.

But what if he or she really needed to go to take a piss and they wouldn’t leave, instead they would wait in front of the door for you to come out?

Another knock. Much louder.

You stayed silent. You lectured yourself, “Take a deep breath.” You did. “Now, what I’m going to do is walk into the door, open it, say sorry for making whoever is there wait, and walk away like nothing happened. No, nothing happened. So, calm down and—“

“I know you’re there,” The deep voice you knew belonged to whom suddenly heard from the other side of the door. Panic started to crawl its way up your spine. You could feel the beads of sweat forming on your temple. What in the world was Taehyung up to? He knew you avoided him and he knew you ran into the restroom! Now he had knocked on the door, probably demanding for you to come out. What would he do? Or did he just need to use the restroom?

“(Y/N)?” He shouted, quite louder. Despite the loud music out there, you could hear him perfectly. You took another deep breath. Nothing changed, you would still execute your original plan.

You stood from the toilet lid and walked into the door. You checked yourself in the mirror and when everything’s still in place, you unlocked the door and opened it.

You had not expected to see him this close. He was smiling a little that was borderline to an evil smirk. His plain black t-shirt looked so great on his toned chest. Wow, have you ever imagined what might lay behind that shirt—

You pinched yourself. “Sorry if it took so long,” You said shortly and began to walk. But he trapped you between the door and his body.

“Excuse me?” You looked up, trying so hard to look calm while he stood so close to you, you could smell his cologne. He smelled like musk and something woody, and you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a pleasant scent.

“What were you doing in there?” He asked casually. As if asking someone you barely knew about what’s their business inside a restroom was the most appropriate thing to do. But again, it was only yesterday that you insulted him and accused him of being a bad sexual partner and that wasn’t exactly something that two strangers banter about.

“Just fixing my clothes,” You answered shortly. Hopefully that’d be enough to satisfy his curiosity.

“You sure?” He snickered. “You sure that you didn’t go into the bathroom because, say, you want to avoid me?”

Damn. He cut it down right into the point. You gulped down but thanked yourself that you were still able to look reserved.

“And why would I avoid you?” You raised an eyebrow, as if that’d make you look as if you really didn’t know what he was talking about.

However apparently, he took it as a sign of you toying with him.

“I don’t know, you ask yourself,” He put his tongue to the inside of his cheeks. “Maybe because you humiliated me yesterday and you didn’t want to face me?”

You balled up your fists. You didn’t want him to see your nervousness. You wanted to reply him, but you couldn’t think of a proper comeback. Your mind was hazy with shame that had yet made an actual appearance until now that you’ve face him.

“Why, cat got your tongue?” He laughed and put his hand on the wall behind you. That gesture made you almost lose your previous attempt of staying composed. “Not so talkative now, huh?”

“No reason actually,” You regained your calmness, but a bead of sweat must’ve been visible on your temple. “I’m just not really into wasting my energy to talk with someone unimportant.”

He raised both of his eyebrows, but a smirk plastered on his face clearly indicated that he enjoyed playing this little game with you.

“Have you thought about my offer?” He looked at you straight in your eyes, silently daring you to look somewhere else.

Which was a thing that you wouldn’t do, since he seemed to imply challenge underneath his words, and you’re not one to back out from challenges. You were amazingly annoyed by this boy right here that he almost made you snap out of your usual reserved stated, and you were not going to let him win over you.

You returned eye contact back to him. “Which offer?” You asked. It wasn’t that you tested him, you just had no idea about which offer he was talking about since he didn’t seem to ever ask you of something.

“Showing me your skills in bed.”

You swallowed nervously. Was this what this guy was talking about? He was serious about that? Unbelievable.

“You sound like an expert,” He rubbed his perfect lower lip with his thumb and was this little action just turning you on a little bit? “And I just want to see if that’s true.”

This jerk. He made it sound like it was some kind of evaluation, but on the bottom of it all, he just wanted to get laid.

You pulled out your eyes from him and took a glance across the party. There were so many other pretty ladies out there, most of them wearing skimpy clothes that left very little to imagination. You watched one flipping her long wavy platinum blonde, another crossing her lean perfect legs, and they all looked beautiful. Why couldn’t this man right here go bother all those ladies instead of you? Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

But you couldn’t let him know that you’re majorly bothered by him, so you replied, “Well, to be honest, I almost forgot.” You crossed both of your arms in front of you. “I’m still thinking whether or not you will be worth it.”

At this, he grinned. “I can assure you that it will worth your time. Very, even.”

You raised your eyebrows. Speechless. But fortunately, he continued talking.

“You show me what you got, and I’ll show you my way of having a good time.”

You pretended looking like you were thinking about his offer. When in reality, your mind raced desperately on how you were going to escape this sticky situation.

“I don’t know, Taehyung,” He flinched at the sound of his name. You let out your deep voice that your ex-boyfriend thought as a sultry voice. “Why can’t you just go bother someone else, hm?”

“Well, you usually look hot, but tonight, you look like, fifty times hotter?” He raised his shoulders and signaled to the clothes you were wearing tonight. It’s true that you didn’t usually wear this type of clothes, and especially the shorts covered up your butt and thick thighs just right. Moreover, you decided to let down your hair, a thing that you rarely did. You yourself thought of you as a little naughty tonight, but you shrugged it off thinking that it might just be that you were not used of yourself looking like this, nothing more.

“But mainly because I could use some good laid tonight,” He went on. “Sorry if I’m being honest, but aren’t you down for a good time? Because I do. And you seem to have that, I don’t know, different vibe that made me curious.”

You felt a sudden urge to laugh at him, at this helpless and unbelievably horny guy. He was straight into his point and asked you to sleep with him. Was this how he seduced those girls who slept with him before? Why would girls want someone who was so blatant about only getting them for their bodies, you didn’t understand. Perhaps because this vile man over here knew he could get anyone, anytime, anywhere and he didn’t really try anymore. Well, his looks himself was enough to get girls on his bed without saying so much. You’d do so if you weren’t in the right state of mind. Thankfully, you only had two shots of Scotch, so you could still be aware of your speech or your action.

But another part of you spoke up. He’s right, you know. You could use some good laid. You haven’t had any service since Jin era, and you were certain that orgasms with your fingers or your vibrator didn’t count. This guy might be a fuckboy, but it didn’t remove the fact that he must be experienced in bed and guaranteed to give you a night you wouldn’t forget. He’s the easy cure for a pile of your stress over college life that you had and you were about to get some right in this moment. He looked extremely fine, surreal even. His sharp jaw and impeccable facial features were heavenly. Not to mention his toned chest and abdomen that peeked out from his black t-shirt. His deep, honey voice was so dreamy you wanted to hear it again and again. Just by thinking this, you caught yourself unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

And then, the right mind of yours acted up. You couldn’t do this. You insulted him about his performance the day before and bragged about him of your imaginary excellent skills in bed. You had only one previous sexual partner and he knew about your body very well that it didn’t become awkward or unsatisfying. You had never have a one-night stand before and you’re not sure about how to approach it.

Yes, you did watch porn and read crap ton of erotica, but did they make you any more experienced? You might know what to do by heart and mind, but would your hands do them exactly like you wanted it to be?

You shook your head. You couldn’t afford to humiliate yourself in front of him. He came to you because he thought you’d be a balanced rival for him in this section. But you weren’t. Yes, you could use some good laid, but you weren’t going to embarrass yourself. Besides, if you could hook Taehyung, you could hook anyone else. It’d be better for you to just walk away and find another partner, or go home to a night out with your vibrator instead. The latter option didn’t sound so bad, you’ve grown fond of your vibrator. It was the only thing that satisfied you ever since Jin was out of the picture.

You just spewed “Yeah, you can find your ‘good time’ with someone else, can’t you?” and turned to leave him.

“Wait, what?” He looked confused, but he let go of you anyway. He looked like he wanted to convince you to stay with him, but you had turned your back on him. He looked very hurt, as if he was never rejected before, which was probably right knowing who Taehyung was.

You didn’t stop until you were out of the hallway under the stairs and facing the living room where the party was still happening. You only stopped until you spotted another familiar brown-haired guy in the crowd.

It was Seokjin.

You silently cursed. What a miraculous luck you had.

You wouldn’t be so surprised of finding him in parties since he usually enjoyed them, but the fact that he was making out with two girls at the same time and one of them was palming him over his trousers was what shocked you. Since when did he get this nasty? You asked yourself. Maybe there were so much of him that you didn’t know.

You had convinced that you’ve successfully moved on from him about a month ago. You had not call nor text him since you’ve had your breakup. You hadn’t even meet him despite being in the same campus. There were a few times where you ran to him, but you dodged them easily. You had not seen him and you were over him.

It’s true that you’ve heard of him hitting it up with a couple of girls, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to hear the same rumor about you with a new guy, however you’ve never had one. You didn’t know what’s gotten into you, but seeing him across the room, two girls straddling his lap, his plush lips on her neck, his hands on their breasts, you couldn’t help but get your blood boil. No, you weren’t jealous. You weren’t. You’re just pissed.

And what pissed you off more was that he seemed to notice you and made a direct eye contact into you while he kissed the neck of the other girl. He looked like he enjoyed seeing you standing here, mouth agape, eyes bulging out of their sockets, as he looked at you while he let those girls put their hands all over him and vice versa.

Then, he put his finger beyond the girl on his left’s skirt, making the girl flinched and blushed. And that’s it. You snapped. Every trace of logic had left you. You were calm and reserved, a small voice inside you reminding you, but you shut it down. You took someone else’s bottle from his hand while he walked past you and you gulped whatever alcohol inside it empty and swallowed hard. You knew what you were about to do. You just need a little shot to keep you going.

You spun on your heel and found Taehyung leaning back on the staircase. Without further contemplation, you grabbed his neck and planted your lips on him roughly. He looked so surprised, but in three seconds into the forced kiss, he put his hands around your neck and clashed his lips into yours. He bit down your lower lip so you opened your mouth to allow him more access. He was a great kisser and you were glad you knew that firsthand.

You glanced back at Jin who seemed so taken aback he abandoned those two girls next to him. This time, it was his turn to sit in shock and mouth agape. You were innocent to him and he would definitely didn’t see it coming.

You cared nothing. All the doubts, worries, and logics that you’ve built up before had vanished completely when Taehyung’s hand roamed over your back. He lightly squeezed your back and asked you in a husky voice that made him multiple times sexier, “So, you’re down for it?”

“Let me see what you got.” You smirked and raised your eyebrows, forcing yourself to sound sexy.

“I’d be happy to,” He kissed you roughly by the neck and directed you upstairs, into whichever room you both were going to get nasty in.

You could feel Jin’s eyes following you but you lost him midway because you were so lost with Taehyung’s demonstrations. It was only making out but you knew he’s going to be a marvelous experience.

You closed your eyes. Oh, how much you knew you were going to regret this the day after. But now that the alcohol was in your systems and Taehyung’s expert hands all over you, the only thing that crossed your mind was: let the good time began.

A/N: This is the first BTS fic I’ve ever written! Any kind of feedback is very appreciated so please let me know what you think! And this is only the first part, smut will ensue in later parts.

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When It Began Chapter 1

Chris Evans x OC Ivey (Masterlist)

Chris meets an intern on set of his movie ‘Street Kings’. Ivey is ruled by impulses, enjoying everything she can. But over the course of their relationship, as Chris’ fame grows, the problems do too. (Begins in 2007) Thank you @emilyevanston for beta-ing for me

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@mumbles411 @chrisevans-imagines

I loved writing. That’s all I could ever remember wanting to do. My imagination got me in trouble more than once. Apparently, the line between storytelling and lying was not as fine as I had thought.

My mom raised me on her own and found my personality endearing. The school disagreed. You’d think a school just outside of Las Vegas would be less uptight. Anyway, my overactive imagination served me well. I moved to LA to attend USC. I graduated last spring with my bachelors of fine arts. I went with screenwriting because I could write books and screenplays. Since so many books become screenplays I was hedging my bets for my future. An internship came up and my adviser suggested I do it before I start my masters. She knew the script supervisor for a picture that was filming needed an assistant. Street Kings, was the title. I agreed and went to work. I was a secretary, for the most part. I stayed at the production office fielding calls and doing the paperwork.  I would get to go to set on occasion to take continuity pictures of sets and costumes. I would also get to hand out any revised scripts to the actors. There were some popular ones. Keanu Reeves, Forest Whitaker, Hugh Laurie. I had to run lines one day with one of the ladies, Martha.

The crew started to refer to me as Sunny. I asked them why and they kindly explained that I was always upbeat. I liked to talk to everyone and be friends with everyone. It was true. I liked to talk to people and have fun. But I only bothered the other interns and the crew. I knew better than to start grilling the talent. I got asked out sometimes, I would agree. But I usually spent the date explaining that it was nothing against them, but I really didn’t have the time to date someone regularly. Between school, the internship, and my two nights a week job, there wasn’t room for anyone.

I was passing out the sheets for the day. The shoot was outside and I had on sunglasses with my dark hair loose. I chatted with the assistants for a bit and came to my last copy. I needed to find Chris Evans’ assistant. He was new on the shoot today. I had no idea who his assistant was so I asked where his trailer was. I stood outside and read through the script, I was supposed to make sure he understood the intensity of the scene. Where was his assistant?

“Hey.”

I heard a deep voice and turned to find a tall guy with a buzzcut behind me. He was in a suit and sunglasses.

“Hi, Chris Evans?” I pushed my sunglasses up and squinted at him.

“That’s me.” He pushed his glasses up and took the papers from me.

“Okay, I’m supposed to tell you that the tone needs to be…” I made a vague gesture with my hand. “...intense?”

“Intense?” He raised an eyebrow.

“It says ‘intensity increases, nervous gestures’. I’m not an actor so this is out of my range.” I shrugged and turned to leave.

“It also says to run the lines with me.” He called. I looked back at him.

“Well, I usually don’t...don’t you have an assistant?” I felt the need to get away from him. Actors, as a rule, were trouble. If I couldn’t date a ‘regular’ guy, an actor would be impossible. Plus, I had some serious issues with the idea of being watched all the time. I preferred to keep my skeletons in my closet.

He gave a half-smile and I felt my stomach clench. Panty dropper is a phrase used a lot, but with him it was a distinct possibility that my panties had vanished. I shook my head to clear it.

“She’s gone today. I could coach you?” He offered as he moved up the steps to his trailer.

“Can I ask you a question?” I stopped with one foot on the steps. “Are you going to hit on me?”

“Um…” He leaned on the door frame, his face scrunched in concentration. “Maybe?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No. I don’t, I’m not like that. “ He frowned, looking off of a moment. “Are you going to hit on me?”

“I don’t know. What are your qualifications?” I asked as he sat at the small kitchen table. It took him a moment and then he started to laugh, grabbing his left pec for some reason. He laughed with his whole body and I was fascinated by it. His face was so childlike, unburdened.

I decided to ignore my rules. I wanted to get to know him, I would find time.

I ran the lines with him. He kept deepening his voice to try and make me emote tension. All it did was make me lower my voice so I was growling. He had to keep stopping so he could laugh. I got a page on my phone and checked it. Diane, the script supervisor, wanted me to take some continuity photos and head back to the office.

“Boyfriend?” He smirked.

“Diane. Back to interning.” I stood from my spot at the table. “By the way, I like your accent. Bostonian.”

“Yeah, I usually don’t slip into it very much. Where are you from?” He stood up and put his hands in his pockets. “And what’s your name? I can’t believe I didn’t ask that.”

“Nevada.” I moved to the door and opened it. “And it’s Ivey.”

“Ivey, wait, we didn’t get to discuss my qualifications.” He followed me down the steps. I laughed as I started to walk faster, I was on a time crunch.

“Can we discuss them later at 901, a place near USC? I wrote my number on the script!” I called over my shoulder as I neared the set.

“That was presumptuous, but I’ll get my list of qualifications and call you later!” He yelled as he reentered his trailer. I smothered a laugh as I pulled out the Polaroid camera.

-

“I like this place. I wish it was football season.” Chris grabbed a chicken wing and looked up at one of the TVs.

“No you don’t. This place would be full of drunk college bros. I knocked a guy out once for grabbing my ass.” I took a drink from my bottle of beer.

“Okay, so no ass grabbing.” He smirked. He had changed into a white tee with writing on it and jeans before he met me for dinner. I had on a similar outfit and we looked like a typical couple out on a date.

“Hmm, let me grab yours first and we’ll talk.” I waved to a classmate as she sat with her friends.

“Agreed. So you’re a student, obviously.”

“Yeah. Starting my masters in fine arts. Emphasis on screenwriting.”

“You write your own stuff?”

“I did a few scripts for projects. Just student films.”

“Wow. School, internship...I’m surprised you didn’t tell me you were too busy to hang out.”

He ducked his head.

“Ah, I already have a reputation onset, don’t I?” I laughed and tucked my hair behind my ear. We were almost done with our food, we’d lingered for a couple hours.

“A little.” He nodded and made a face.

“I try not to ‘hang out’ very much as a rule. Sex is fun and beneficial, but relationships are more tricky.” His eyes widened at my frank tone. “If you have to see someone every day at work after a one-night stand it gets awkward.”

“Uh-huh.” He looked thoroughly confused. “So why did you ask me out if you hate relationships and-”

“And don’t plan on fucking you?” I lowered my voice and leaned over so no one but him could hear me.

“Basically.”

“I don’t know. There’s something about you that piques my curiosity. And, to be honest I do plan on fucking you.” I gave a little nod and stood up from the booth. We paid and he followed me as we walked towards my apartment off campus.

“Do you still need to see my qualifications if you’ve already decided this whole thing?” I chuckled and I linked one arm around his.

“Sure.” I skipped along. “What is your favorite thing?”

“That’s a qualification? I guess my family, my dog.” He scratched the back of his head.

“A dog! I have to meet it sometime. And family...okay. Anything else, what would you do if you weren’t acting?”

“Animation. Like, Disney.”

“Are you playing a line here? Or are you actually a family oriented, animal lover who is into Disney? Not to mention all-” I gestured to the muscles that were evident under his clothes. “- this you got going on here.”

“No, no lines.” He laughed like he did in the trailer, grasping his pec with his free hand. “I’m just...me.”

We reached my apartment and I punched in the code to unlock the door. I held the door open with one hand and grabbed his shirt in the other. I pulled him into a kiss, his hands went to my waist and he kissed me back. He had some stubble that scratched my skin, but his lips were soft and his mouth was warm.

“I don’t want to throw myself on you, if you like to wait and go for the slow burn we can do that but-” I cut myself off and started to kiss him again, aligning my body to his.

“Promise we can address your qualifications in the morning?” He was walking us through the door and to the stairwell.

“I’ll even tell you my last name.” I grinned against his lips.

“Oh, right, I’m not doing this in the right order am I?” I turned to walk up the stairs, tangling my fingers with his.

“No, but I get the feeling you actually do care and are too amped to take your time. I’ve been told I have that effect.”

“Effervescent.”

“Hmm, complicated word for bubbly. But yes. My personality can be overwhelming. I have a serious problem with impulse control and I get overstimulated easily. I guess my qualifications aren’t as good as yours.”

“I don’t know. The overstimulated thing sounds fun.” He was behind me as I unlocked my door.

“You’ll regret that, but it’s sweet of you to say.” I entered the apartment and darted one arm out into the hall, grabbing his arm and pulling him in.

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The Informant (With @Evayhne_BDB)

Assail: The Rehverend had fine taste in whiskey and in females. The tall dark beauty that had delivered my next round looked, smiled, and held herself like she had walked right out of the finest glymera home and though the club doors. Even her scent was of a rich wine. No doubt her blood was as enticing as her figure. A small smirk lifted my cheeks as I accepted the glass from her hand, my other settling on her lower back to let her know she was welcome to stay seated just as she was. “Your boss has a way of winning me over with such hospitality. Tell me--what did you say your name was--Tell me, is the Rehverend as courteous to you and the others?” I sipped my whiskey and waited for her response, ignoring the animalistic grunts coming from the twins as they had their fill in the booth behind us. Let them feed and fuck. I would handle the business, just as always. Mine cousins were excellent muscle, but their social skills were, at times, lacking. They sometimes reminded me of the Bastards that had stalked Wrath over from the Old Country. Housebroken, but not quite civilized. They were still beasts by instinct. Animalistic as they were, they were also occupied, and would be for a while. So this gave me the chance to make my next move. Evayhne: *The night was growing longer as I delivered the various drinks to the tables. Then #Rehv pulled me aside and had asked me to personally deliver this Johnnie Walker Odyssey, on the house, to the patron and informed me to consider him VIP. I nodded my understanding of what he was asking and made my way through the crowd. The bass was low from Jay-Z’s “Run This Town”, the humans were packed tight on the dance floor grinding on each other almost too raunchy to be legal. This particular drink was extremely expensive and as I drew closer to the table I realized that the male oozed luxury, from the brand name suit to the shoes and watch. I smiled genuinely and sashayed gracefully settled into his lap as I presented his drink. I felt his hand on my lower back and tugged me closer so I gently perched myself scooting my legs around as I crossed them one over the other more comfortable. I placed one hand in my lap and the other elbow on the table to keep myself balanced as he started to ask questions of me.* My name is Evayhne. He treats me well … actually he treats all his employees very well. Even the working girls ... *I wondered if he assumed I was one. I really was just a waitress … I don’t turn tricks but ... as I sat in his lap I could smell the male musk and expensive panty dropper cologne it almost made me want to reconsider knowing how much money the girls could make. But I could not bring myself to do so … not with my past. #Rehv understood that, he knew when he told me the male’s VIP status that I would only be … accommodating so far ...* Assail: Evayhne. I committed that name to memory, smiling as she spoke of how well the Rehverend treated her and the other employees. My eyes wandered to the females who stood along the edge of the VIP area, eyes scanning the crowd for potential Johns. They all looked well fed, well groomed, and well taken care of. Interesting. I had hoped to take advantage of an unhappy employee, but perhaps that was the wrong angle to take. “By your candor, I assume you are not one of them? What is your role here then, Evayhne? Do you play host to clients handpicked by the boss himself?” I sipped my whiskey again, wondering how the Rehverend knew I wasn’t interested in more personal company this eve. Something about that male put me on edge, the way he looked at you like your entire life was an open book. Perhaps he kept tabs on me as a rival in the drug business? Yes, that must be it. Which meant I needed to be more careful about where and when I was seen. Perhaps a closer eye must be kept on Benloise and his lackies. I would not tolerate a snitch. My home on the Hudson was a fortress, and I demanded privacy at any cost. Bullet proof glass, windows that displayed the image of the inside of my house once the shutters came down, every material used to construct the home infused with steel so no one can demat in or out… I was nothing if not thorough. Mine twins and myself each had an emergency exit option if needed. But no one had yet to test the limits of my protection. My eyes swung back up to my companion, eager to hear more about what she did here. I had to find the right approach. Evayhne: *I notice his glance to the working girls who were trolling for Benjamins and thought about his question. I’m knew I had to honor #Rehv’s VIP declaration but I also needed to honor myself as well. The male was very good looking, huge stature since I felt quite petite at my own 5’6 height sitting in his lap. He was definitely comparable to the rumored Brothers that frequented the VIP section of #Rehv’s club. No one knew for sure … but we all speculated. I know the girls were always hoping to solicit some action from the males, a few very lucky. I thought carefully about how I should answer his question.* No, I am not. I just help out around here waitressing, sometimes bartending and yes, sometimes playing hostess when specifically requested. You must be very special … what shall I call you, Sire? *I watched as he gave me a sly smirk and wondered what he was thinking about. I could hear some of the girls “working” in the booth behind us, and judging from the low male groans … their efforts were appreciated. #Rehv’s booths had curtains to entertain such … activities. The smell of sex permeated the air and it was difficult not to be affected by it. It had been a while since I fed and the smell of the blood combined with the occupant’s arousal was heady combination. I nonchalantly shifted slightly and swallowed as my fangs descended and thought about drink recipes to divert my thoughts.* Assail: “My apologies for not introducing myself. I am Assail, Son of Assail.” I wondered what all being a host for the Rehverend’s most elite clientele included. She seemed to have a wide variety of skills that the drug dealer used to his fullest advantage. I had figured the male was a typical pimp with his employees. Apparently I was wrong. Or … things were hidden very well here. After all, what was I if not a master illusionist. My home, my associates, my work … masks. I wore many masks. Some were for humans, others for vampires. Some even for Lessers. Rehverend’s masks were quite complex as well, I suspected. The female shifted on my lap, my hand steadying her on the hip. “Miss Evayhne … may I buy you a drink as well? Or is that frowned upon by your boss ... You see, mine cousins will be otherwise occupied for the time being. I could use the companionship and skilled conversation. And I sense that you would be quite the conversationalist, should the situation call for it. What do you say?” Evayhne: *One and half ounce vodka, half an ounce peach schnapps and two ounces of both cranberry and orange juice makes a … my mind went blank for a moment as his warm hand tugged me closer on the hip. It had me paying more attention to the conversation and surmised that he wanted me to sit with him for a bit.* Yes, you may … #Rehv will not mind. I would be more than willing to sit here with you while your cousins are … um … otherwise occupied. *He nodded over to another waitress and I ordered a Stoli Elite and cranberry from one of the other girls and looked out onto the dance floor as Rihanna’s “What’s My Name” beated through the speakers as the humans danced into the night. While I waited for my drink, I watched him sip his whiskey wondering where this night would lead.* So … Assail tell me about yourself? *I wanted him to talk about his life, perhaps he was one of those males that thought well of himself so the conversation will be mostly about him and his accolades. I hoped to avoid telling him about my life, it was nothing I wanted to dredge up and bore him with … I’ve always been a good listener.* Assail: Just as expected, Evayhne played the perfect host, asking me about my life. A normal male would be pleased at her attentions. A normal male would boast about himself. A normal male would fill the conversation with stories of exploits and wealth and successes. I was not a normal male. With a low laugh, I finished my Whiskey, assuming the waitress would know to bring me another. She did, along with my lovely guest’s order. As the glasses were set onto the table I watched the crowd sway to the beat, bodies moving en masse to the deep bass pounding through the speakers. I lifted my drink and offered a smirk of a smile to Evayhne. “There isn’t much to say. I’m a businessman. An investor of sorts.” I nodded towards her glass. “Stoli Elit and cranberry. You enjoy your vodka. I hear Grey Goose is a popular choice round this place. Particularly for a certain starry-eyed member of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. Do you find yourself hosting them often?” Evayhne: *I listened as I learned that he was not one of those males after all, as he gave just a brief summary of his background in two sentences. I hid my smile as I realized he slyly moved the conversation to our customers instead.* The Black Dagger Brotherhood? Hmmm … honestly I’m not sure who they are. They don’t tend to conversate much other than in liquor and money. Though I know the girls have tried. *Chuckles* But yea, Goose, Lagavulin, Herradura and Jack never run dry. We keep extra bottles on hand for them. We respect privacy here … as you know … we cater to a wide range of clients so it is good business to keep their secrets. *I hoped I conveyed that we would keep his secrets and that he should feel comfortable here. Since I had no idea who he was to #Rehv … it was best to assume friend vs. foe.* Assail: Evayhne gave me the standard response, that the club would honor its clients’ privacy. She was perfectly trained, by Rehv and his Shadow managers, no doubt. Maybe a different, more direct tactic was necessary. She was clearly too smart for me to sneak in questions here and there and gain information about the Rehverend. She was a good employee. I almost felt bad about putting her loyalty into question. However, there was one method that worked on nearly everyone. And that was money. I lowered my voice and spoke into her ear. “Evayhne. I am in the market for a new employee. I was hoping I might be able to hire you as … an assistant of sorts. You wouldn’t have to leave your job here. In fact, your job here is precisely what I’m interested in. What would you say to that?” Evayhne: *He spoke quietly into my ear in a low sexy voice that made me shiver slightly but then the words began to register. ‘Market? New employee?’ Why would he want to hire me? For what? Fuck, maybe he really thought I was a working girl after all. I shouldn’t jump to those typical assumptions. Perhaps I should just clarify the offer.* Um … what exactly do you want from me? *I know #Rehv wanted me to keep the client happy but he also knew I didn’t sleep with random Johns, especially not for money. Not with my past. I shifted nervously, about ready to stand and go back to the bar and serve drinks for the rest of the night.* I … um … not sure that … I’m … what you are looking for, Assail. *My breathing became slightly shallow as I swallowed hard to calm my apprehension. I needed to remember that #Rehv, #Trez and #iAm are close by.* Assail: She was clearly unnerved by my forwardness, but the cat was already out of the bag, so there was no way I was stopping now. My hand clamped down on her hip so she couldn’t slip away. I hoped the twins were nearly finished with their escapades, because if this conversation went south, we might have to get out of here fast. I doubted Rehv would like that I was trying to slip under his authority and hire his females for mine own motives. At least mine cousins would be freshly fueled should we need to defend ourselves or make a run for it. But I might have to pay this one off just to keep quiet about it if she refused my offer. I set my glass down and rested my palm flat on the table, to make it look like she could easily get up if she wanted to for anyone keeping an eye on us. But I knew otherwise. “The task is simple. I will visit the club once a week. You will be my host, no one else. When we meet I will ask you questions about the club. About the males who run this place. Anything you cannot answer will be an assignment for the next visit. Is that clear?” Evayhne: *As his hand secured me his lap but then his words perforated my panic. Oh, I’m such an idiot. The thundering of my heart was slowing down as embarrassment consumed me. I always hoped my past experience at the #Bloodletter’s camp would stop interfering with my daily life so I wasn’t so socially inept. But those memories still had power of me. I shook my head of those thoughts. My cheeks burning warm and surely pink. I should agree after misconstrued his intentions … I could use the money and it would just some words.* I’m sorry ... I completely misunderstood. Um … yea … yes I can help you. *A male like Assail wouldn’t be interested, I’m sure there were females clamoring for his attention. I needed to get grip on reality. I slowly relaxed my posture as to not to further offend him. I picked up my drink with a shaky hand and took a deep drink to calm my nerves. The years at club has taught me a great deal in overcoming my phobias and improving my social interactions and I’ve honed my skills over the years … but sometimes … a strong huge male such as this one … could elicit unwanted memories.* Assail: Clearly my presence made the female nervous, but intimidation also secured my position as the one in control. If she feared me, she would not double cross me. A full brow arched as I wondered what she had mistaken in my offer. Perhaps she thought I meant to hire her for more personal needs? Evayhne was stunning from head to toe. And brunettes were definitely my weakness … after the vial burning in my breast pocket. Perhaps the two together would make for a pleasurable night. Add in a feeding and … voila. Even the Scribe herself couldn't script a threesome better than that. I snagged my glass and finished the entire drink in one gulp. Apparently mine twins and the sounds and aromas of their activities was beginning to affect me. Which meant it was time to go. I shifted forward to help Evayhne to her feet, and joined her, taking her hand in mine and kissing her knuckles softly as I slid a roll of cash into her palm. “I look forward to working with you, Evayhne. I will see you in a week's time?” Evayhne: *I watched quietly as he finished his drink, the whiskey making its way down this throat … seeing his heart beating. I realized that I needed to feed. I swallow hard. Luckily, I was shaken from my thoughts as he gently moved me off his lap so he could stand. Then I felt his lips on my hand and felt some paper in my palm. Hmmm?* Yea, ok. Sure. *I absently said as I realized he just gave me some money. For what? I was about to ask him when we were joined by two tall and handsome identical twins, really tall … I had to step back slightly to be able to view up to their faces. From the scents and musk coming from them … they must be Assail’s cousins fresh from a sexual encounter. It was difficult not be affected, especially in my present state … but I shook my head to get my thoughts out of the gutter. I tried to nonchalantly moved a few strands of hair behind my ear to hide my flush.* Assail: I watched Evayhne’s reaction to mine cousins, and was quite pleased to see the way her eyes widened was nearly identical to the way they did when she first saw me. Fates be damned, maybe I'd let her enjoy the twins as a reward for a job well done. If she preferred that to cash. Her choice. Ehric and Evale were fully sated on blood and sex, but even their gazes drifted over her soft curves, lingering in the same places I had. Indeed, she would make for a very fine acquaintance. Perhaps she could prove useful in ways I had not yet determined. For now, information on The Rehverend would be plenty. I smiled wide at the soft warmth in her cheeks, releasing her hand and stepping back with mine cousins in tow. “Perhaps next week we can all enjoy a drink together. Until then, Evayhne. Fare thee well.” Evayhne: *Belatedly, I realize that he was leaving now with his cousins ... I felt a tiny pang of disappointment. Not really rational considering I only just met Assail. Nonetheless, it was pleasant to meet someone from the glymera. No way to mistake that … he was well dressed and well spoken. They don’t tend to frequent these kind of establishments so normally I deal with humans and a few civilians. The three piece suit was definitely one of my hot buttons along with his expensive panty dropping cologne with his good looks. The only difference was that he was built like a Brother so … I shamelessly stood there and watch him walk away just so I could get a view of his ass. /Very/ nice. Not that it matter really since he was only interested in information he would never be with a person like me. He didn’t know of my background … I kept that to myself for self preservation but I knew he probably had a slew of sophisticated females that fall over themselves for his attention. Not someone like me. I shrugged and turned to got back to the bar and pick up more orders. For all I knew he probably just fed me a line and may never come back. I waited for the bartenders as I tapped my foot to Jay-Z’s “Bonnie & Clyde” remix playing through the speakers as I wonder if I really would see him again.* #TheInformant #PartOne #BDB