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nethandrake · 3 years

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Blood In The Water

stevethortony. mcu. rated t. 1.8k words.

based on this fanart i commissioned from @justlous-art

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*****

Press conferences, in Clint’s opinion, are one of the worst things he has to experience.

Every time the Avengers has to host one (which is usually almost every fucking week), it’s always the same old reporters throwing accusations, the same old debates being tosses around, the same old headaches and boredom creeping into his mind. They always end with everyone in a shitty mood.

The only upside Clint could see is that he only needs to speak up if a question’s directed his way. Otherwise, it’d be their co-leaders’ job to fend the wolves off.

Their co-leaders who are currently and unfortunately answering another stupid question from the press.

“Yes, Stark Industries will be footing the bill,” Steve says tiredly.

“We always do,” Tony chimes in. “Now, you with the green-striped tie. You’re up.”

The journalist in question straightens, fixing his tie. Clint doesn’t remember seeing him at any of the conferences but he looks awfully familiar.

“He’s from Fox News,” Natasha supplies next to Clint.

It takes everything in Clint to not bash his smash his face against the conference table. “Shit.”

“Shit indeed.”

“It is no secret that Mr Stark is, to put it lightly,” Fox Man begins, his reedy voice making Clint’s skin crawl, “promiscuous—”

“What does this have to do with the giant squid we took down?” Steve interrupts.

“—and have been known to get into relationships with men, women—”

“What is the point of this?” Thor cuts in, his cool demeanor now turned irritated. “We are deviating from the—”

“My question to you, Captain,” Fox Man continues, unperturbed, “is, what are your thoughts regarding Mr Stark and Mr Odinson’s…relationship?”

Tony stills as murmurs begin to fill the room. Pepper immediately whips her tablet out.

It’s not the first time Clint’s heard of rumors of the Avengers dating amongst themselves but it’s never been brought up during their press conferences.

First time for everything, he supposes.

Thor jumps to his feet, slamming his hands on the table. Outside, thunder crackles.

“You dare—”

Steve isn’t doing much better to rein his temper in, leaning forward with a dangerous glint behind his eyes. “I’d be careful with what you say next. Rumors of the Avengers fraternizing isn’t new so—”

“Oh, this isn’t just a rumor,” Fox Man says coolly. He jumps to his feet, holding out his phone. “I happen to have…proof.”

In a flash, Happy strides over, most likely to block the man’s path like the good Head of Security he is. Steve waves him off, beckoning for the device to be handed over to Clint.

On the phone is a picture of Thor and Tony kissing in a dimly lit alleyway. Or at least, men who are supposedly Thor and Tony. It’s hard to tell since the quality’s crap.

Then again, they’re both bathed in a soft blue glow. A soft blue glow that Clint’s come to associate with the arc reactor.

“That isn’t photoshopped,” Fox Man claims. “If you swipe left, you’ll find a video.”

True enough, there is one of Thor pushing Tony against the wall and god, that’s so gross. Who knows what’s on that wall—

Natasha snatches the phone out of Clint’s grasp, giving it a long once-over.

“Thoughts?” Clint murmurs.

“It looks authentic,” she admits.

Well, then. Fuck.

When the phone ends up in Steve’s grasp, Clint swears cracks form on the screen.

“I would like to know if there have been…issues between you and Mr Stark,” Fox Man continues like the oblivious idiot he is. Clint’s ready to reach pluck an arrow from his quiver and pin the asshole to a wall. “You come from a different time, a time where traditional and wholesome American values are valued. Mr Stark isn’t known for possessing such values. And it is widely known that you and Mr Stark did not get along. And with this…alien—”

“I get it,” Steve growls. It’s been a while since Clint’s seen in this furious. He looks ready to pounce, if Tony hasn’t stilled him in place.

Steve’s features meld into something soft, a look that Clint’s privately coined as the ‘Tony Look’. Oddly, it’s the same look he flashes Thor. The three of them trade glances, glances that only a super soldier, a god, and a genius would know. Tony’s lips curl into a reassured smirk. The other follow suit.

Clint wonders if that’s how Natasha and him are like. Because damn, he gets why people think it’s eerie.

“First of all, let me be clear about this,” Steve begins, “I will not let you or anyone disrespect my friends like that ever again. This is a warning to the rest of you all as well. You, however, I’ll make sure you’ll be banned from the next conference. And don’t think I won’t remember your face. Because I will. I have a good memory. As for your question, I don’t have anything to say about that. But I do have something to show you.”

Without hesitation, Steve leans over to capture Tony’s lips in his.

Clint would’ve toppled over if Natasha hadn’t steadied his chair.

“That’s…”

“Bold?”

“I was gonna say unexpected,” Clint says. “But yeah, sure. Let’s go with that.”

It’s an open secret among the Avengers that Steve and Thor have been hopelessly pining for Tony for months, even going so far as trying to outdo each other with their efforts of wooing Tony.

Judging by the way Tony’s cupping Steve’s face as they make out and the shit-eating grin Thor has plastered on as he saunters over to the two, it seems like they’ve come to a mutual agreement. A silent mutual agreement.

How the fuck did this escape the rest of their notice? Of Clint’s notice? Steve and Thor are two of the least subtle people around. The fact that they and Tony could keep their relationship on the downlow is blowing Clint’s mind.

Steve and Tony part with a quiet smack. Tony turns in his seat to fist Thor’s shirt to give his own kiss.

“I think my brain’s short-circuiting.”

Natasha scoffs. “You’re acting as if you’ve never seen two men kiss in your life.”

“Well, I’ve never seen my friends kiss each other,” Clint hisses. “You gotta cut me some slack here. I mean, look at Bruce.”

“Bruce looks fine.”

“His eyebrows look like they’re gonna climb off his forehead.”

Steve’s cheeks are flaming red when he shyly turns back to the stunned crowd in front of him. His expression quickly turns icy when he meets Fox Man’s eyes, who looks torn between hiding in a hole or lighting the rest of them on fire.

“Does that answer your question?” he challenges. “Or do you need me to give you another demonstration?”

Thor doesn’t let Fox Man reply, smirking as he inches over to Steve. “I dare say we have not finished his question, my love.”

And with that, he seals Steve’s lips with his.

Clint almost passes out.

“Okay,” Natasha says. “Now, that? That I didn’t see coming.”

Tony’s all smiles as he watches his boyfriends (boyfriends!!!!!) make out in front of everyone. It’s the smuggest and proudest he’s ever seen him.

“Suck it,” he says into the microphone, casually flipping off Fox Man, who looks like he’s ready to explode.

For some unexplainable reason, the rest of the journalists zero in on Clint after that.

“Don’t look at me,” he says, hands held high. “I ain’t kissing them.”

Natasha smirks. Bruce covers his grin behind his sleeve.

Out of the corner of Clint’s eyes, Pepper rubs her temples and pops a pill.

*****

The next day, Clint and the rest of the Avengers pile into one of the stuffy conference rooms on the helicarrier because according to Tony, ‘Eye Patch is in the mood to ream their asses’. Which is so, so unfair since Clint wasn’t the one who made out with his boyfriends in front of the press. Why the hell did he need to face Fury’s wrath when he wasn’t the one to out himself to the press?

Much to no one’s surprise, said boyfriends don’t show up.

Fury’s scowl is much more steely than usual when he storms in, slamming a newspaper onto the table.

Emblazoned on the front page is a picture of Tony flipping the camera as Steve and Thor make out in the background. Avengers: Gay Orgy?!, its heading screams.

“Is there something you people wanna tell me?” Fury begins icily.

“There is no orgy going on between the six of us,” Natasha immediately answers.

“Or five,” Bruce adds.

Clint nods his head, gesturing towards the newspaper. “Yup, yup. The only Avengers having an orgy are them.”

Fury raises an eyebrow. “And what the hell do you call this, then?”

“A threesome,” Natasha replies.

Clint frowns at her. “But that’s not even a threesome. They weren’t even having sex.”

“Threesome could mean three people as a group,” Bruce offers.

“Ah.”

“Speaking of threesomes, where the hell are Stark and—”

A resounding crash cuts Fury off, jolting everyone in their seats.

Everyone hustles out and makes a beeline for the conference room next door. Clint gets into position, readying himself to let his arrow fly.

He expects AIM beekeepers, HYDRA goons, or even Doombots. Instead, they’re greeted by the sight of the conference table cracked, the room in disarray, and the other half of the Avengers in a tangle of limbs.

Tony has sandwiched himself between his boyfriends as he sucks the soul out of Steve. Next to them, Thor glances up at Clint and the rest, beaming and flashing them a thumbs-up before Tony drags him into a kiss.

Clint’s going to need bleach for his eyes when he gets home.

“Are you sure the squid didn’t spray them with sex pollen or something?” he begins tentatively.

“Nope,” Bruce replies. “We got checked over, remember?”

“Twice,” Natasha adds.

Steve has the decency to look ashamed when he catches sight of them. He pries his boyfriends apart before jumping to his feet in haste. “Director! I– We were just—”

“Late,” Tony continues for him. “Sorry about that but—”

“We were distracted,” Thor declares.

“I’ll pay for everything,” Tony adds.

Fury looks absolutely murderous.

Clint clasps his hands. “Well! I think it’s safe to say that we all need a break. Or bleach. How about we adjourn this meeting for a while and—”

“Three of you are dismissed. But you three,” Fury jabs his fingers at Steve, Thor, and Tony in turn, “stay. We need to talk.”

Steve’s cheeks darken. Thor puffs his chest. Tony grins lazily. Their hair is disarray, their clothes wrinkled, their lips red and puffy and— Clint is not going to think about that. Nope. Not at all. Not if he wants to sleep at night.

Natasha immediately makes a beeline for the door. Bruce wipes his glasses with his shirt, following after her.

Out of the corner of Clint’s eyes, Fury rubs his temples and pops a pill.

*****

True to his word, Tony ends up paying for all the damages incurred on the helicarrier. All twenty thousand dollars’ worth of damages.

Clint couldn’t look at Conference Room Three the same way ever again.

*****

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ptersparkers · 4 years

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affection

summary: the two times jj maybank had rejected the affections of others and the one time he welcomed it.

warnings: hints at abuse (it’s not mentioned at all but it’s canon with jj’s relationship with is dad) and typos, probably.

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“You probably shouldn’t do that,” Pope warned the blonde tourist when she said she was going to say hello to him. By her posture, attitude, and everything about her, he knew she was going to try to get his attention in a promiscuous fashion.

“C’mon,” she said, jutting her bottom lip out. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. JJ had engaged in small talk with her at last night’s party, but it didn’t go beyond speaking casually. You had arrived only to give John B. the towel that you had borrowed and left but JJ tried to catch up with you.

“He doesn’t like to be touched or hugged,” he said casually, leaning against a tree that hid him under the hot North Carolinian sun.

“That’s not what I saw last night,” the blonde said, smirking as if she knew him better than his best friend since childhood.

“Delusional,” Pope muttered as she began to walk away. John B. had come back outside with two water bottles in his hand and gave Pope one when he saw a stranger attempt, and failed, to get JJ’s attention by caressing his shoulder.

He jumped back and knocked over the cleaning supplied for the surfboard he was working on. The girl gasped at his sudden expression and apologized over and over again before stumbling out of the space, not daring to look at Pope who hadn’t bothered to hold in a laugh.

“Jesus,” JJ cursed.

***

“Maybe my boredom will be cured if I walked into the ocean,” JJ said casually. Kiara had been scrolling on her phone for the past twenty minutes, waiting for John B. to set up the party in the boneyard.

“That’s dangerous,” Kiara said, not looking up from her screen.

“I’m so bored,” he said. “The sun’s not even down and the tourists are gonna be the same oblivious shits they always are.”

“That’s why you get drunk, JJ,” she said. “Tourists suck but it’s nice to escape for a little while.”

“Do you know when Y/N’s gonna be back from her shift?”

“I think at nine,” she said. “She’s gonna swing by for a little bit and play it by ear.”

“Okay,” he said, not wanting to press any further.

When the sun eventually set and the air became a little cooler, three bond fires were lit and the place was scattered with teenage tourists who were looking for a good time and to party with the locals. It was no secret that JJ had previously enjoyed his trysts and used to have no attached feelings with people who would be leaving within a week or two. It seemed that the girls who came to the parties knew he would be there and it was almost like they had a secret game of who could catch his attention and who would last long enough flirting and, eventually, being led away from the party.

It wasn’t like that every night. But sometimes, buzzed girls get brave when it comes to seeing someone they want to spend the night with.

“Wow,” one girl said, laughing at whatever nonsense JJ had said. “It sounds like you and your friends get into a lot of trouble around here.”

He laughed and took a swig of his beer. “I wouldn’t call it trouble.”

“What would you call it?”

“I’d say we’re adventurous,” he replied. John B. could see a few girls hanging around JJ’s every word in hopes that they were going to get lucky that night but he had to laugh at the futile attempts to seem like they were more worthy than anyone else at the party.

“How long do you think they’ll last?” you asked, approaching John B. and standing next to him, leaning on a wooden fence.

“Not even ten minutes,” he said. “They’ve been eyeing him like the last piece of meat.”

“Don’t they always?”

“What’s up with you nowadays?” John B. asked. “You’ve been working a lot more these past two weeks.”

“One of my coworkers got food poisoning and I offered to cover her shifts,” you said, sighing. “I’m kind of exhausted but this ends tomorrow because she’s coming back to work and I’m ecstatic to relax and hang out with you guys.” John B. nudged your shoulder and you two shared a laugh. The sibling-like bond strengthened with every heart-to-heart conversation you two had.

“I think we’re all starting to go insane when you’re not here,” he confessed. “Kie’s getting annoyed with us. Pope keeps forgetting to bring snacks. JJ’s complaining that he has no one to talk shit about us with.”

You laughed. “And you?”

“I have no one to annoy, duh,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I think I need to sleep for a month straight before I do anything else,” you said. “Or at least have some time to take a decent nap without it being too hot to sleep.”

The conversation died down when you watched ahead and saw that JJ had tried his best to avoid the advances of the raven-haired girl when she tried to put her hand on his cheek. You had to admit, you felt bad for the girl when you saw the others she was surrounded by snicker, but you all knew they’d eventually try their hand at getting JJ alone for the night.

JJ made up some excuse to leave them sitting by the branches and approached the two of you.

“I’m gonna head back,” JJ said. “Too tired for this shit.”

“Get some sleep,” you said in concern, handing JJ his jacket that was resting beside John B.

“It’s really good to see you,” JJ said, backing away. “I’m sorry, those girls kinda freaked me out so I’m gonna go. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

You and John B. nodded and waved goodbye, watching him disappear into the dark.

***

“You busy?” a redhead asked, sauntering to where JJ and John B. were sitting. The Wreck wasn’t as busy in the late mornings before the lunch rush on Tuesdays and the two were sitting by the bar, enjoying complementary smoothies that Kie had given out. A group of girls were sitting not too far behind, seemingly encouraging her to behavior.

“Kind of,” he said, averting his gaze.

“I saw you at the party last night,” she began. “I wanted to say hi but you left before I could.”

“Just had a lot of things on my mind,” he said nonchalantly as John B. desperately resisted telling this girl to leave them alone.

“Well, would you want to come walk by the beach with me?” The redhead looked back briefly at her friends, who were giving her a thumbs up.

“No thanks,” he said with a fake grin. “But thanks for the offer.”

The redhead, defeated, walked back to her friends without another word.

You walked into The Wreck with a bikini top and jean shorts that were nearly soaked, Sarah trailing behind you. You had just come from a surfing session and convinced her to come out with you that morning before deciding to meet up with JJ and John B. at the restaurant for lunch.

“I’m starved,” you said as Sarah left the room to go and use the restroom. JJ turned his head at your voice and grinned as you walked over to him, your arms stretched out to give him a loving embrace. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and peppered it with loving kisses.

“I missed you. I think you should quit your job and only hang out with me.”

You laughed and pulled him from your body, moving wisps of hair from his eyes before stroking his cheek with your thumb. His eyes were trained on yours and you kissed the tip of his nose, which left JJ a blushing mess.

“Oh, come on!” you heard someone yell from behind you. You turned around to see four girls frowning towards you.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked.

“Other than be JJ’s girlfriend, I don’t think so,” John B. said, amused.

“Whatever,” you said, turning back around and planting a kiss on his lips for all to see.

“That’s my girl,” JJ said when you two parted, squeezing your hip.

“Anyway,” Sarah said, clapping her hands, “I’m starved and the food Kie’s making is not going to eat itself.”

You had to admit, while it was amusing to watch girls try to get on JJ’s good side, it was increasingly annoying when you noticed just how much people took notice of him. Was he good looking? Absolutely. Was his body sculpted by the gods? Of course. Was he your boyfriend and not some one night stand a tourist could enjoy? Why, yes.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that JJ would reject any advances that came his way nor would he ever entertain the idea of doing something that would end up with both of your hearts broken. JJ wasn’t stupid; he had spend so long pining after you and finding the right time to tell you how he felt to even think about dating anyone else, much less a tourist who didn’t mean anything to him.

He was yours and you were his. Simple as that.

#jj maybank #my writing #affection

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writerwrites · 3 years

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Will You Hold On My Love

Pairing: Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: You were supposed to be his rebound and you were supposed to go it alone, so why are you both holding on for dear life?

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Mentions of death and sex but neither are written in. Cancer, general sads and fluff. Really, it’s just a fic about two people wanting nice things and life being life, so take that as you will.

A/N: *THIS IS A ONE SHOT* This is the Week 5 prompt to the Optimistic Captain Donut Challenge [due a decade ago oops] created by @captainchrisbaby, @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho , and @donutloverxo … The Week 5 Prompt was based on the gif below and Where Do Lovers Go by Ghostly Kisses | Dividers by the talented @whimsicalrogers

You’d met at tipping points in a bar, one drink in a piece.

Frank and Bonnie were done, the whole town knew about it except you. You were minding your own business really, you had your own problems and the last thing you needed was it spread all over town like the half-dozen sob stories tied to the Adler family. Everyone had problems, some more than others, and you’d been determined to be an empathetic decent human being the first time someone tried to spread Frank’s business into your general direction. It was your innate ability to gently veer a conversation away from drama that had made you pleasantly forgettable to every friend group you were a part of. It also happened to be the reason you were sat in a drab local bar on a Thursday evening spending an obnoxious amount of quarters to play Sonnet by The Verve on repeat like you could convince the whole three people in there that your favorite band was more than a one hit wonder. Then he sat next to you and everything changed...

“If you play it one more time, then you owe me a drink.” Frank Adler, who hadn’t spoken to you since grade school, now sat next to you in the bar at the edge of town. You watched him pick up a quarter, spinning it with his thumb and pointer, and watching it spin and stop before repeating two more times before the song repeated, “All right, you owe me a Guinness.”

With a nod to the bartender, you held up two fingers and he did just that. As you brought the beer to your lips, you hummed the song and he watched you with the slightest curve to his lips. “What? Can’t a girl play a song on repeat to get it out of her head?”

“Oh? Is that what you’re doing?” He tilted the bottle back, the tone one of obvious doubt. “I thought people were supposed to reserve that sort of behavior to their bathrooms with a bottle of wine?”

Somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him, already smiling a little as you pretended to take offense. Frank was right, most people kept that depressing blubbering to themselves, but you knew that with the news you’d gotten the last thing you should be doing tonight was sitting alone. “Nope, but did you really come in here tonight to listen to a stranger’s problems or did you come to forget your own.”

“Touché.” You followed his lead, chugging back your drinks and slamming them to the sticky bartop. He slipped off the stool and tossed a few bills to the counter, no pretense, and you did the same, albeit with a little less grace in your descent. With a nod of appreciation to the bartender before grabbing your things, you followed the tall blonde out of the bar and tried to ignore the knowing glances from the few patrons left behind. It wasn’t until the crisp autumn air nipped at your ears that Frank spoke again. “You’re not a stranger. I remember you from school.”

“Well, neither of us are who we used to be. Safer to assume we’re stranger-adjacent then. As The Verve would say, All this talk of getting old, it’s getting me down…” You winked and he shook his head. “How many are you in? Are you good to drive?” His shrug left you unconvinced. “I’m a Bud Light and Guinness in- on a whole dinner, so I’m fine. I’ll drive.”

Frank’s stormy blue eyes glanced toward his truck and he pursed his lips before rocking on his heels and following you, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he followed you. There was a sense of relief in not having to bicker with a man about the subject. You didn’t know that it was his every intention to stick to his usual coping strategy: easy lay, slipping out with Mary as an excuse the second the sex was over. Frank Adler had mastered the art of escape and now that Mary was thirteen and more than capable of handling herself, those escapes typically led right back to another bar. It wasn’t actually about being there for Mary, it was about feeling something, even if it was temporary. Somehow, in some cavern in the back of both of your minds, in the comfortable silence of the car ride where he reached over and surprised you by taking your hand in his, there seemed to be some unspoken decision to not make a mess of this.

God, you wanted to tell him. When you woke up to him fast asleep, long lashes casting small shadows on his sun kissed cheekbones as the late morning light licked at his skin through your bedroom window. His chest pressed close into your side, his legs tangled in yours, and his calloused fingers stretched across the expanse of your ribs like you were something small when in reality he simply dwarfed you. This stung, the ache to wake him up and be as honest as the pair of you had been last night. He’d put you on a pedestal and worshiped you. You’d called out his name and praised him as he gave you everything you asked for. Your skin covered in goosebumps just thinking about the night you two had shared and how scared you were for wanting more of it. Bottle it up and enjoy the moment, you told yourself in misery, scrunching your eyes shut and pinching your nose with the hand that had been absentmindedly stroking his dark blonde hair.

It was that withdrawal of your warmth that woken Frank up from the deepest sleep he’d had in the weeks since his breakup. Mornings had been the hardest for him because he’d gotten used to Bonnie’s dark curls draped across his pillow. It was harder still when Bonnie’s side of the bed no longer smelled of her. It was Mary’s logic that had pulled him out of the breakup stupor, but it hadn’t stopped Frank from falling into some old promiscuous habits. At least he’d thought he’d tapered off and found some routine in the monotony of distractions and the routine of a quick slip out. Now as his steely blue-gray eyes opened there was a brief moment of panic that followed that sleepy cling for the body he’d been holding.

Two months later and it all seemed too pleasant and rushed, too crazy to ruin. Yet you knew this was what it was, you making the most of the final moments and Frank getting over an ex. You knew it because you reminded yourself of that every time you caught yourself smiling over the little things because if you were really being honest with yourself it was two months of selfishness. Now, as you and Mary were making pancakes together while Frank laid out under the sink repairing the disposal, it was Mary that cornered the two of you. It happened with a bang- literally. “So, is this a grown up thing to not call each other boyfriend and girlfriend or are you two just being weirdos?”

The bag of flour slipped from your hands and clocked Frank right in his package causing his body to lurch forward and his head to hit every surface under the sink. As he groaned in pain, you tried to form the ‘right’ words, knowing that there weren’t any. “Oh, we’ve never been on an actual date…” Your words were slow, drawn out and delicate as you cautiously picked up the flour. Tapping his thigh with your foot you looked at the body of the man who’d given you a slice of happiness you didn’t expect to find in a bar and certainly didn’t feel like you deserved. “You okay down there?”

In usual form, he emerged covered in grease and grime, wiping his hands on a dingy old handkerchief that had been tucked in his pocket. He looked at you after wiping the sweat from his forehead onto his forearm and then over to Mary who stood akimbo. “Is this a setup?”

Mary crossed her arms, a stern look that you’d seen on Frank only a few times but found it completely recognizable and amusing. You pressed you lips into a line . “I didn’t think it needed to be.”

If you hadn’t been guilt stricken then you would’ve laughed at the tone of her voice bordering an abuelita waving a chancla. Instead, you watched him get up with his beautiful eyes watching you the whole way up. “Frank, you don’t have to say anything. I’m happy with this, just as it is.” You glanced at Mary, her arms still crossed, her expression wholly unconvinced. “I… I don’t want to be held responsible for anyone getting hurt.” The confused expression on Frank’s face was fleeting, maybe it wasn’t confusion or a twinge of hurt, but it made you try to rephrase yourself, trying to play it up in a sweet way and trying to convince him that this was about you- not him or Mary. “I can’t have anyone falling in love with me.”

The last thing you expected to hear was for Mary to snark out a defiant, “Too late for that.”

You told yourself you had to pick up your jaw, but you couldn’t because Frank was looking at you with that face he made when he woke up next to you… your favorite face. The crooked smile that was almost boyish and the crinkled eyes that you swore were just age and tiredness, but now you knew the truth, it was something else, something more. Your heart was racing, your mouth went dry and you tried to form the words of warning as your legs gave out beneath you and you collapsed into Frank’s arms.

Time was a funny thing, spinning in and out of consciousness you caught conversations and yet couldn’t recall which order they’d happened or where they were happening, nor could you discern how long the vast nothingness between those glimmers of consciousness seemed to be.

The first seemed obvious, sinking into your bones like the cancer that consumed you. The pain of Frank’s voice as he tried to throttle you awake. The timbre of his voice shifting from teasing amusement to legitimate worry. You could still feel his warm calloused hands on your cheeks followed by the cool droplets of water he’d splashed on you to try and wake you up. It worked just enough for you to say, “No doctors.”

Secrets seemed to unravel from there as you faded in and out, coming round to hear the beeping of machines or a man racked with heavy sobs. There was some relief in being a familiar face in this small town’s hospital. The familiar voice of your oncologist telling Frank that rules meant Frank couldn’t be told anything but that he could stay. Mary came and went, too. It was her small hands braiding your hair that woke you up on an early afternoon. The blinds were pulled wide open and your dry lips cracked as you smiled and tried to talk. “You look like an angel with all that snow behind you.”

Mary perked up at the sound of your voice and she leaned over your shoulder and rested her cheek against yours as she looked where you were. “It’s not real, it’s left over Christmas decorations. I wanted you to have a Winter Wonderland. It was so boring here. Hold on!”

You wondered if she’s had conversations with you while she’d waited for you to wake up or if you’d only been out a day or two because she seemed so unbothered by you forming your first words in what you would soon learn were three weeks. Mary pulled the blinds closed and climbed over a bench that had blankets and pillows folded on the end, a clear indication that Frank had been there with you for at least a night. When Mary emerged the room twinkled with fairy lights. “Wow, Mary! I love it so much.” You blinked away the fresh sting of tears. “Aren’t you a thoughtful angel.”

“I wanted it to be nice for you and Frank when you two picked up your last conversation.” A little wicked smirk drew across her lips and you waved her over to the bed and patted the blanket. Her smile fell just a little as she picked at the chipped nail polish on her fingers. “He told me not to look at the charts and the board or the machines, but I did and then I asked a teacher about what I found on Google and…” She let out a long, weary sigh. “I think you two still need to tell each other the truth.”

It seemed right, like you owed Frank an explanation, but the reality of the situation was that when you got your post-treatment update you’d not even uttered this truth to yourself. It was just something tucked in your head, a bomb, slowly ticking away. Frank walked in, purple bags of exhaustion around his eyes, and he still lit up the room with a smile the second he saw you were awake. His long legs took just a couple of steps and he was next to you on the hospital bed. Mary took the snacks from his hands and slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind her and you had no doubt that she was already standing guard outside it. Wasting no time, you tried to apologize to him, “Frank, I want to say that I’m so-” Your heart ached with the regret of keeping this secret from him.

His lips crashed to yours before you could finish, absolutely no regard to the chalky taste of sleep on your mouth. When pulled away satisfied, Frank hushed you just millimeters from lips before going back in for another softer kiss- the familiar kind he’d taken to sneaking in when he walked past you from one room to the next. “Tell me the truth. Tell me it’ll be all right.”

This was exactly what you didn’t want, someone begging for you to give them what you knew you couldn’t. Your hands covered his as he desperately held your face and your eyes fell to his lips and the scruff along his jaw as you found yourself debilitated by his hopefulness. To say you were incapable of meeting those bright blue eyes without falling apart was an understatement. Your small fingers brushed across the familiar scars and calluses on his hands as you tried to think of the right thing to say. “I think we got our ‘all right’ already, Adler. I wish it could give you more, but I really stayed for you and Mary, so selfishly, for as long as I could.”

“I read the chart,” Frank swallowed, but you heard the tension tight in his throat as he tried to keep his voice even, “No one would tell me anything and I didn’t know what else to do just sitting here waiting for you to come back to me.” That sense of ownership surprised you, not because you didn’t want it, but because you’d been alone for so long… well before you got sick. As you cleared your throat to try and speak, he kept going. “You somehow made it longer than they thought, didn’t you? That’s why they were running so many tests, isn’t it?” Keeping your eyes from his, you didn’t need to look at him to know that Frank wasn’t necessarily asking you for answers. “Maybe that means you’re healthier than they realized and they could put you in a trial?”

“Frank, I’ve been right here the whole time.” Instead of focusing on the future, you focused on the present. Attempting to reassure him, you turned your cheek into his palm and placed a soft kiss there. This level of affection had been strictly reserved for sleepy mornings and movie nights, they’d become your favorite memories. “I felt everything, even heard you sometimes…” Resting your head into the curve of his neck, you ignored the painful tug of wires and tubes as he held you close. “I wanted to tell you, but I thought it would be over by now.” The ‘it’ wasn’t just the one night stand that had turned into feelings at about the same rate your cancer had come back, no you thought you would’ve passed on by now. The truth, it was what stuck in your head and kept you frozen there tucked in his arms, but he wanted more and you knew Frank deserved it. So, when Frank tugged gently on your shoulders and tilted your chin up, you mustered up the courage to not only speak but to meet his gaze. “A month, that was all I was supposed to get the night I tortured you with The Verve in our bar.”

To your surprise Frank listened without interrupting or asking a single question and it helped you explain yourself, why you never talked about this because, as you two crossed from strangers to friends, you knew he didn’t deserve the pain. Those secrets that were whispered about him around town that you had shut out were shared, with time, on his own. Frank had no idea that in those quiet back and forth exchanges that you had held in the one thing that would change everything. “You could’ve told me. I’m not mad… I just want to understand.”

The truth, the weight you carried in silence. The truth, it poured from you now, albeit unwillingly, and you hoped he wouldn’t carry it for you. Maybe a part of you knew he would because that’s what he always did. You’d never met another person so selfless. When you wondered if he understood, wondered if he knew just how stolen their time was, you bit into your lip and tried to explain it one more time. “I got lucky, but this is it, Adler. I was the walking definition of terminal lucidity and, God, I’m thankful I got my rally with you.” Just stringing along those words, the explanation, you were breathless. “I’m not walking out of this hospital.”

As you watched the painful reality set in, you also watched Frank’s jaw tighten. “If you really want to get out of here, if you don’t want to die in this room, will you do me one thing?” Confused, you nodded, feeling like you owed him but weary of what he’d ask. Frank smiled softly, only furthering your worry that he’d bring up a trial again. “I want you to come home with Mary and I.”

Hesitation laced his name as you shook your head ‘no’, repeating it over, “Frank, no. I can’t put that on you and Mary.” There wasn’t much space to pull away, your weak frame falling back onto the stiff mattress of the hospital bed.

“You already promised and I don’t think we have enough time for the kind of promises I would’ve liked to make.” Frank reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face, even in that moment looking somewhat mischievous.

“Oh yeah, and what were those plans?” You closed your eyes, tired and curious, but not wanting to look at him and be upset by the mutual stubbornness both of you bore.

“‘Til death do we part.” His warm breath hovered over your face and you scrunched your nose at his dark humor, but he wasn’t laughing. You opened your eyes to find him looking at you with an expression of impatience, “I mean it, come home and let me love you for whatever time we’ve got left.”

“Say it again.” You sighed, processing what he’d said and wondering if he’d meant it.

“Come home.”

Reaching out, you playfully nudged his shoulder. “No, the other bit.”

Looking into each other’s eyes, you wondered if the word had slipped from his lips by mistake, but that mischievous smile reached his eyes and Frank leaned in, his lips brushing yours as he said it one more time with confidence, “I love you.”

It wasn’t easy for the doctors, who knew you so well, to let you leave their care. Just like it wasn’t easy for you to give up your dwindling independence or to let Frank and Mary take care of you when you knew you’d brought death to their home. But nothing seemed to change with them, they forgave you for your secret and kept on with the silly breakfasts and morning cuddles; the popcorn at the home cinema nights. Mary kept you close, shared everything with you and listened to any story you were willing to tell. Frank held you together as you fell apart, carrying you from room to room so that you could still enjoy the silly things you’d been enjoying together all along. That was the only change, you becoming weak, fading from them. Neither of you became truth-spilling emotional lovers or bitter about the end. No, he wouldn’t leave you with that last memory. Instead, he put on some music and sat by your side, whispering a vow of love that was more than some overpriced ceremony and a piece of paper could provide. And when you were gone, you never really were. A person the world should have forgotten, tucked away and carried in two hearts long after you departed this world.

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thebigqueer · 3 years

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just remembered i wanted to make a post about will solace's sexuality headcanons so nevermind i have content.

also actually this is just me projecting mostly lmao

okay his queer awakening is honestly because of naomi solace. i think she has a lot of queer artist friends around her, but also it's just a lot of hot people and will meets them every once in a while. i think that since they're older he probably feels the most attraction to them.

this kind of happens around 5th grade

he has no idea why he's feeling this way and like. quite honestly he's probably even scared by it cuz internalized homphobia yk. so he gets scared off easily by these new feelings and honestly represses them down and kinda forgets about any of it for a while because like??? honestly finding out you may be attracted to someone of your same gender is such a terrifying concept???? you've grown up in a society where it's weird to do that so like it probably has such a huge impact on him and how he feels about queerness. so in the end, he probably just tries to forget about it and move on with his life. hhahahahah no im not projecting wdym :eyes:

when he gets to camp a little bit later, he actually meets a lot more queer people and doesn't even know that!!! wow!!! here are people who have similar experiences!!! and i think after he forgot about his sexuality crisis just a year or two ago, it kind of comes back but this time he's in a much better place to consider & actually think about his sexuality cuz he has better people to be around.

then he grows a little bit and like honestly he probably had a crush on beckendorf. yes i'll give into that headcanon. this is around the time he's in 6th/7th grade and cuz he's in a better environment he probably feels a bit safer to actually start. feeling idk??

but again he's not entirely sure where this is going cuz like he's technically been attracted to guys before but like. he's never quite accepted his attraction until now, while he's truly trying to accept & learn about who he is.

he doesn't really know how he identifies at all but he knows that he's actually maybe into guys???

in 7th/8th grade, he mostly identifies as pan because i think he mostly finds everyone attractive & experiences romantic attraction to lots of people. but he's still nervous to truly admit that he's still into guys so he shies away from doing anything too Promiscuous TM unless he's with friends

i also do believe that nico was one of his crushes at an early age (but they become friends first and foremost and after BoO will only pursues him as a friend. their romantic feelings for each other develop as they know each other more but that's later)

but then!! THEN!!! i think he reaches a point in his Sexuality Crisis TM where he just. fully accepts that. omg he's into guys!! GUYS!!! HE LIKES GUYS!!! like he still likes girls but he just suddenly accepts fully that he does like guys and he's super proud of it!!!

i think it also has a lot to do with his friends and a lot of htem coming out around the same time that will is

i fully believe that he has some kinda flings as a 13/14yo (yes ik i talk a lot about keeping 13/14yos single but you see. i feel like he would date for the fun of it and not so much for the actual romance because he's already got so much in his life going on along w/ his identity crisis so he's looking for something to entertain his self-discovery, basically). but i feel like he goes to visit his mom every once in a while, so he really only has flings when he's back at his mom's house. so he gets his first partner like?? i guess summer before 9th grade?? and honestly it's not that epic it's just 3 weeks but like!! first boyfriend yoo!!

then he gets back to camp after the summer and doesn't really date?? i feel like he just. kinda cools down. and this is when he also starts to make friends with nico and he's probably looking for a break for himself

in this time where things are kinda calm now after the battle w/ Gaea, i think he kinda reflects on himself a lot and like realizes that "hmm idk i feel like i'm?? a little more into guys?? i think?? like physically & romantically & aesthetically they seem better for me?? and i feel like i see myself with a guy more than a girl?? but i wouldn't mind dating a girl??"

and i think at this point he probably just starts to identify as queer because honestly he has no idea what the fuck is going on because literally who does when it comes to identity

but after some time, even after he's started to date nico, i think he realizes that honestly?? he's probably homoflexible. like he doesn't mind dating girls but he's not as attracted to them as he is towards guys. and it's not just nico who sways his thinking - he kind of reflects on his life and thinks about how he'd much rather kiss/date/crush on guys and like girls are cool but they're not always what he's attracted to

he's still confused to this day and he usually just says he's queer but like internally he's probably thinking he's more homoflexible. he uses queer as his label though

#welcome back to me projecting <3 #most of that was just me trying to write my autobiography through will solace #will solace #will solace headcanon #rick riordan #riordanverse #riordanverse headcanon #tw internalized homphobia #tw homophobia #q slur #trials of apollo #toa #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians

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nambamjun · 3 years

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Rapture in Vanilla {KSY}

Pairing: A.C.E’s Kim Sehyoon x reader (female)

Genres: sooooo so so so much fluff, slight angst

Warnings: mentions of innocent nudity and a couple sharing a bath

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: My first posted writing for a specific bias, so who better than one of my all time ults! In other news, I miss baths terribly and can’t wait for the next time I visit home so I can take one. That right there is therapeutic. As always, comments and (constructive) criticisms are always welcome, enjoy ~<3

She sighed and slowly lowered herself into the almost scalding bathtub water, sinking almost to submergence, and feeling her muscles relax into the bubbles surrounding her. She hadn’t even realized she was all that tense, but apparently she needed this more than she thought. Baths were rare, mainly because she knew that if she gave into them often they would become a nightly thing. As a full time grad student she didn’t have much time to do anything other than assignments, a small job, and almost ridiculously short showers. Somehow eating found its way in there, but oh well. She signed up for this. Most of The time she didn’t resent her past self for deciding to. There were spare moments, though...

She blinked and realized she had zoned out, or, as her boyfriend, very aptly put it, “drifted into another dimension far far away”. She smiled and chuckled quietly before shifting lower, the bubbles lightly grazing her chin.

Her boyfriend… She drifted again. The past few weeks had been quite… interesting, to say the least. Between her finals coming up and his group’s comeback being planned and recorded, neither of them were exactly happy butterflies like they normally were together. She found herself snapping at him sometimes when he was home, which wasn’t even that often taking into account his practically living in the studio. She didn’t blame him at all, it’s a comeback! He had his career to manage, his fans to keep happy. She knew that she was a priority to him, and she knew how lucky she was. She also knew that with his line of work she would have to be okay with not being the first in line on occasion. Unfortunately, there was still that tiny, little, selfish part of her brain that just wanted him there to support her. Well, he would probably like more support from you when he is home, your conscious whispered to you.

Touché, me. Touché.

This time she physically shook her head to pull herself back.

She had gone to extensive lengths to make this as relaxing as possible. A vanilla latte candle in the corner, music quietly playing from a speaker sitting on the sink’s countertop safely out of harm’s way… She even put a hand towel over the light fixture as a makeshift dimmer; so yes. She went to extensive lengths.

And she was going to enjoy it as if it was her only mission in life.

She let all of her muscles relax once again and closed her eyes, willfully emptying her mind until only her senses remained. The hot water, the vanilla latte candle, and the low music lulling her into rapture.

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As soon as Kim Sehyoon stepped through the threshold of the front door at quarter of 1am, he knew what she was up to. The air was stiller than it had been of late. Most of the lights in the apartment were off, only the occasional lit bulb for navigation. As he passed by the bathroom he knew he was correct; the humidity wafting out through the cracks in the door frame coupled with the soft music as the only noise. Both dead giveaways.

He put his things down in the bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothes, just a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He padded across the hallway again, stopping outside the bathroom door and softly rapping his knuckles on the wood three times.

“Come in,” her voice called out to him softly. He smiled. Turning the knob slowly and opening the door, he peeked around the door and stepped only half of his body inside. The humidity hit him like a wall, but he very quickly raised his eyebrows at how this wasn’t just a regular bath. This had a candle. And… a towel… over the light…? Well, it did dim things down… he placed his fingertips on the cloth which wasn’t even warm, so it wasn’t dangerous. Innovative and effective. He would have to praise her for that later. But he sighed and his eyes softened as he looked at her, eyes closed and almost completely under the water. She must be more stressed than usual to have done all of this.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him. “Wanna get in?” He smiled over to her and stepped fully inside the room, shutting the door behind him. Shedding his clothes, he knew she didn’t mean anything promiscuous by her offer. Honestly, neither of them were probably even up for that sort of thing. It seemed like they both craved what had been pushed to the side in all of the stress, close physical contact, or for that matter, to be able to feel their affections for one another through warm embraces.

He padded over as she sat up and scooted toward the opposite end of the tub. She felt the water rise from his body behind her, and she quickly went back to lean against his chest, legs on either side of her frame and arms around her torso. She thought she was at ease before… now it felt like she was floating in clouds. He relaxed with her, and she could feel his muscles release with a sigh as he rested his cheek on the top of her head.

The pair both closed their eyes and spent the next few minutes silently enjoying each other’s company. After either two minutes, or maybe even ten, her eyes opened, unknowing that he had just done the same a few seconds earlier.

“Are we-“

“So um-“

They both stopped and looked at each other. Smiles spread across their faces and she laughed while his chuckles vibrated off his chest into her side.

“You can go…” she started.

He shook his head, “no, you go ahead.” She smiled to herself. Ever the gentleman…

“I was just thinking… we’re good, right, Sehni? Like, are we okay? I mean I know I haven’t exactly been the model girlfriend for the past two or so weeks, and-“ he stopped her with a quick yet firm kiss. He pulled back and smiled down at her, the kind of smile she hadn’t seen in a little while. The kind that spread to his eyes, and exactly the kind that she so missed. She looked back up at him and blinked, recollecting her thoughts. “No wait, what I’m saying is that I understand if-“ he once again stopped her with a kiss, and she resigned to his lips, closing her eyes and taking in the moment. When he pulled away she stayed silent, looking up at him with wide eyes and leaning into the touch of his hand against her cheek.

He missed staring into her eyes. He missed how she looked at him like that. Like he meant the world to her. And he did, just as she was his sun, moon, and stars.

His eyes, meanwhile, seemingly had those same stars captured in their depth. She could see the same feelings of belonging.

They sat like that for a few more seconds, silent words being spoken through their gazes, and they both knew what was running through their minds. They both knew that everything was okay. They were okay. She leaned back into his chest, burying her face in his neck, and he lightly kissed her forehead before again leaning his cheek against her. She smiled as she felt his thumb soothingly tracing circles over her hip.

They both knew they needed to talk about things, and they would without a doubt before he went back to the studio the next day. Just for a bit, though, they sat in the tub filled with not-so-warm-anymore water and receding bubbles.

It didn't matter. The moment was perfect, and neither of them would have had it any other way.

#A.C.E #a.c.e kpop #ACEWRITERS #a.c.e sehyoon #kim sehyoon #sehyoon #a.c.e wow #king wow #kpop #kpop drabbles #drabbles #kpop scenarios #scenarios #kpop imagines #imagines

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curly-bangtan · 5 years

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Heatwave Drabble #2: needy

[Heatwave // Godless] [Drabble Masterlist]

Pairing: fwb!Taehyung x reader

Summary: Lines between you are dangerously blurred.

Genre: drabble, domestic fluff, angst, fwb au, roommates au

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: (graphic?) mentions of smut, needy!Tae acting like your boyfriend when he’s not your boyfriend, confusing feelings 😬

A/N: I love this couple, ok bye.

‘Y/N’ Taehyung whines. You turn to pin him with hooded unimpressed eyes. ‘I’m horny.’

The two of you have been sleeping together for a few months now, it’s a carefully crafted, consensual agreement between two adults, two close friends. You have sex whenever you want to, no strings attached, friendship unaffected, none of that exclusive bullshit or godforbidden feelings. Just sex.

Sometimes you go a week without fucking each other, other times it’s five times in one night. There really is no strict schedule, it’s a casual, open relationship.

No, not relationship.

Friend(s-who-have-sex)ship.

After that club night, you both decided that there is an undeniable sexual tension between you that hovers beyond your platonic dynamic, yet it is purely physical. Neither of you are seeking anything more, neither of you want to give up your promiscuity for each other.

Thus births… Whatever this is.

‘And what about it?’ Sunday afternoon, you’re lounging on your cream L-shaped couch like vegetables, watching your favourite episodes of The Office. Taehyung is reclined on you, his head cradled in your arms in place of a cushion, and he’s stroking your hand a little too sweetly. Cuddling while watching a show together isn’t uncommon between you, though he is almost always the one to instigate it.

At your apathetic response, he pouts, nuzzling into your bosom. This is exactly the baby behaviour he know that drives you wild; since when have you been about to resist such a docile sub?

This is the same guy who asks you to call him daddy.

‘Why are you being so cold?’ From the corner of your vision, you see the puppy eyes he’s giving you. You have to resist rolling your own. He can be so needy sometimes.

‘We fucked this morning.’ You state, watching the television intently, purposely not giving him the attention he’s trying to lure.

It was a great fuck, in fact; several toys were used and you both came twice. You can still feel the phantom of his cock shoving inside you while he used the vibrator on your clit. Shuddering, you try not to bring up that memory in your head again to prevent your own arousal from perking.

‘That’s never stopped you before.’ Huffing, he snakes an arm around your waist and plays with the hem of your shirt. Of course, he’s not even paying attention to the show anymore. It irritates you when he requests to watch The Office with you then does not even look at the bloody screen for the most of it.

‘You should get a girlfriend, then, if you’re so horny all the time.’ Your tone isn’t bitter, but you guess it’s a little blunt.

Because you’re not his girlfriend. You’re nobody’s girlfriend. Ever.

Taehyung sits up abruptly at what you said, the warmth of his body instantly peeling off your front. His repulsion to the G-word is even physical as he scoots away from you. ‘I don’t want a girlfriend. Dating is so much effort, first you have to take them out to nice places and get to know them, then you have to see whether you’re actually compatible, and then you meet the friends and family who may or may not like you. That’s so annoying!’ He whines, unconsciously palming his crotch that appears to be slightly stiff.

True. Relationships are so demanding and complicated. Why would you wish to always have someone constantly asking your whereabouts? Why would you willingly be tied down to a single person? Why would you give them so much of yourself when they could one day just take this power and crush it in their hands? Relationships are a societal construct, forcing monogamy down your throats and telling you that if you aren’t in a committed relationship, you’re lonely.

You’re a single woman held down by no man, you can fuck whoever you want, and you like it that way.

But thinking of which, you realise you haven’t been fucking a lot of other people lately besides Taehyung. Or even anyone. The last guy must’ve been… That accountant from the bar with a foot fetish… Which was over two weeks ago.

A shudder courses up your back, the claws of that frightening thought digging up your spine.

‘Why don’t you booty call that waitress you were boning for a while?’ It’s a trick question, to see whether you’re also the only hole he’s been putting it in recently. Because if you are, then you two are falling dangerously close to monogamy, the greatest bane of your existence that you avoid like the plague.

‘Nah, ditched her weeks ago. She was too vanilla in bed, didn’t do me like you.’

Of course no one does him like you, and no one does you like him. That’s why you’re friends with benefits - because you know what each other likes the most. So why even bother trying to look elsewhere for sex when you can find it in the room next door?

But this is getting weird. Maybe you should call up that accountant again, hopefully he isn’t too offended that you ghosted him.

‘Why are you asking about her anyway? Are you jealous?’ That word strikes at you like an insult. Taehyung is wagging his brows annoyingly, toes jabbing at your ribs the way your brother used to do, so you flick his forehead harder than you normally would. Wincing, he clutches the sore spot like you threw a rock at him or something. Dramatic.

‘Of course not. I’m never jealous.’ You scoff. Y/N? Jealous? Come on, he’s making you laugh. ‘I was just curious, don’t flatter yourself.’

But it seems your response is a little too much what he wanted to get out of you as he continues to wind you up. ‘Aww, Y/N.’ He pulls you in by the waist and nestles his face in your hair. ‘You know you’re my favourite girl, right? Since day one, you’ve been there for me and I’ll never forget that. No one night stand or blonde waitress can ever replace you, okay?’ When he leans in to kiss your ear, you squirm away, groaning in disgust.

‘Taehyung!!!’ You yell out. ‘Being all wet and sappy will not get you laid right now. Stop it.’

‘Hey, I wasn’t even thinking about that anymore, but if you’re implying that there’s a possibility that I'll get laid right now…’ That irritatingly smug smirk is plastered on his face, and though it absolutely vexes you, it doesn’t fail to make you smile too.

It’s not that you don’t want to have sex with him because since when have you been the one to say no to Taehyung’s thick meatstick? It’s just that…

‘Well, I’m not really feeling it, I’m sorry. I’m getting a really bad period cramp, I’m due tomorrow.’

There’s a subtle warmth creeping beneath Taehyung’s cheeks at your openness to talk about your womanly cycle despite years of you doing so. He’s used to it by now, but even he’ll admit, he’s not the most mature of men his age. The image of blood flowing out of one of his favourite body parts on you is… not nice.

‘Oh.’ Now the unenthusiastic mood makes sense. ‘I’ll get you some ibuprofen from the pharmacy?’

Sidling next to you back to his previous position between your lap with his head reposed on your sternum, Taehyung feathers his fingertips on your arm the way he knows you love. Although it only lasts a couple of days, he knows you always get quite down during period, not eating much and curled up in your bed to nurse your uterus pains. As your roommate, he sees it as his duty lift your mood the best he can. He must remember to get you some ice cream later.

‘It’s ok, don’t worry. Medicine is for the weak, you know I never take painkillers.’ You grumble moodily but brush his hair back from his forehead, his head tilting up in wave of your motion so he can look at you.

‘You’re a mad woman, painkillers don’t make you weak.’ This stubborn steadfast trait of your personality drives him mad sometimes. Why can’t you just take the bloody painkillers so you won’t have to endure the cramps?

‘I’m not a pussy. No, thank you.’ You glare down at him with a challenging glint to your eyes. Taehyung gets the sudden urge to wrestle you and shove those stupid pills down your throat.

He won’t be able to convince you, that’s one thing for sure after living with you for two years.

Change of tactics then. ‘Do you want me to rub your tummy?’ The dance of his fingers on your skin does not cease, he feels you stiffen under his touch when it reaches your bicep.

‘Are you going to turn it into some sexy massage roleplay?’

‘Not a bad idea, actually…’ The suggestion shoots an excited flare to his groin, but then you knee him in the side. ‘Kidding! We’ll do that next time. Just let me ease those cramps.’

When you don’t protest, Taehyung turns to his side in your embrace and reaches his big palm under your shirt. Your skin, smooth as silk, allows his hand to glide as if on ice across the span of your torso. A sound almost like purring sounds from your throat, and he cannot resist looking up to see the efflorescence of content on your face.

As he kneads on your pained navel with the ball of his wrist, you shut your eyes and rest the plush of your cheek atop his head. Maybe it’s the giver in him but when you hum, ‘That feels so good,’ he can’t help preening in pride.

‘What can I say, I’m good with my hands.’ Your arm around his neck tightens into a headlock until he splutters an apology that he doesn’t really mean.

Taehyung tries not to let his mind wander to dirtier places when you groan at the comfort of his massage. It’s weird how you have this effect on him now, how a simple noise from your lips can coax his arousal just like that. He has always found you attractive before all of this, yet would never dare think of you in that way. And now? You two could be gaming at midnight together, but then a brush of your thigh the wrong way would be enough to set each other off, and you will be fucking for two hours straight. He has never felt this magnitude of sexual attraction to anyone in his life before, and the fact that you’re his roommate and closest friend just adds to the convenience.

‘Okay, but why do I feel your boner on my leg?’ There’s a hint of amusement in your voice. Maybe even delight, but he could be reaching.

‘Just ignore it, it’ll go away.’ Knowing you’re not in the mood for sex also puts him off, though the message takes a moment to get relayed to his dick. Taehyung continues to rub your cramping stomach as if his erection isn’t aching to be touched right now. He will deal with it later in the shower.

‘You’re being really sweet… Today one of your needy affectionate days, huh?’ When your lips brush against his forehead, a tingle he purposely ignores shoots to his cock.

‘What do you mean? I’m always like this.’ Taehyung glances up to catch you piercing him with appreciation in your stare.

And he’s suddenly overcome with an urge to kiss you. Except that would be weird because you don’t kiss each other unless it’s during sex.

Friends don’t kiss when the benefits aren’t being reaped.

It’s the hopeless romantic deep in his heart that’s goading him. As much as he likes to sleep around, fuck random bitches, it’s in his blood to have such boyfriend tendencies. He really can’t control it even when he doesn’t mean it.

So maybe he is being particularly needy and affectionate today…

He probably shouldn’t when it could send you the wrong message. It’s a dangerous game you play, this. And although he should trust you and shouldn’t doubt your aversion from developing any sort of feelings, the risk still remains dangling above your heads.

Who’s it going to fall on first?

No, it won’t fall.

Because you’re just friends who fuck. Where’s the complication in that?

At the end of the day, he cherishes your friendship above all else. After the betrayal of who he thought were his brothers, you were his fresh start, his new home. The way he’s latched onto you, that kind of bond… No sex is worth losing that.

You’re twirling his hair in your little finger, tugging the tufts as well as his attention ever so slightly. You have a particular fixation on his hair, Taehyung realises. You even went to the barber with him the other day to make sure they don’t fuck up his hair; you were so reluctant to even let him cut it, saying you liked it that long and messy.

Your personal handgrip when he’s eating you out.

Circles his palm is rubbing into your core falter when you begin to brush your lips over his forehead. The slow pecks you plant on his bangs voids his brain of thought.

‘Stop kissing my hair if you want my boner to go away.’ It’s a challenge not to grind his still painfully stiff cock into your thigh, that guy down there really has a mind of its own.

‘Seriously..? Me kissing the top of your head is making you hard?’ Disbelief ridden in your tone, Taehyung’s skin now feels barren when you remove your lips.

‘Hey, I don’t control these things! Plus I was horny to begin with…’ He flushes.

You should stop banging so often, really.

‘Wait also, have you been using my shampoo? Your hair smells like berries.’ You sniff at his scalp like a curious hound.

Taehyung looks up at you sheepishly.

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xiaq · 4 years

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Would you mind talking about your criticisms of The Half Of It? Because I really enjoyed it but some parts also bothered me and I'm kind of afraid to mention them because everyone on Tumblr seems to love it so much lol. Youll probably also articulate things way better than me too. :)

I’ve had a couple DMs about this actually so you are not the only one! I’m also really tired, so I’m not sure how articulate I’ll be, but here we go! Caveat: I definitely liked more than I disliked. It was subversive and engaging and had so many lovely literary references. A queer, Asian-American Cyrano de Bergerac? Sign me the hell up (and the Bollywood train ending?? My heart). Ellie’s relationship with her dad? I could probably talk Just about the intricacies there for several paragraphs. I loved the English teacher, and that Paul got several “deep” moments/lines despite being the “dumb” character. I love that the movie sets up the complexity inherent to the idea of “love” via Plato at the beginning and then Very Specifically shows a bunch of different kinds of love through the film (Storge! Philia! Agape! Ludus! Pragma! Mania! Philautia!) Again. I could speak at length about how neat those incorporations were. I love that neither Paul nor Ellie “won” the love triangle at the end and the love interest chose Not be a love interest and head to art school (here’s looking at you philuatia). Frankly, it was exactly what I would have wanted to see as a teenager.

That being said, I am not a teenager anymore and I have spent far too much time in classrooms criticizing media to ever enjoy a film in its entirety anymore (alas?). My criticisms here were mostly things that I’m assuming weren’t handled on screen because of time constraints--like the fact that Paul never explicitly apologizes/talks to Ellie about her sexuality after saying she’s going to hell. Like. That would have wrecked me. I get that his Church Moment was him talking to Ellie while also talking to Aster and sort of an apology, in it’s own way, but it just wasn’t enough for me. Same with Ellie/Aster’s convo at the end. It felt a little too contrived that after a significant betrayal/violation of trust they would be able to just jump forward into joking together/Aster being ok with Ellie kissing her.

It also really bothered me that Aster was just...blatantly cheating on her boyfriend. And that’s never addressed at all. I feel like casual infidelity that’s never called out in a movie meant for young audiences isn’t healthy--especially when that infidelity is occurring in a character who can be interpreted as bisexual (because that propagates the shitty narrative that bisexual folks are super promiscuous/more likely to cheat). But regardless of your interpretation of Aster’s sexuality, it feels like the movie condones/normalizes the idea that cheating is ok if you’re not happy in a relationship, which is. Uh. Bad.

So, anyway. Things like that bothered me, but they don’t negate the fact that I think this was, on the whole, a good film. If you DM me, I’d definitely be down to talk about it with you!

#the half of it #crit #but honestly #i could talk a lot more about what i liked than what i disliked #frankly i'd watch this movie again just for that one scene of Gay PanicTM #are these deciduous #had me dying

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 5 years

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Reader’s boyfriend breaks up with her and yandere la squadra members take advantage of reader’s vulnerability& make their move.

Yandere! La Squadra w/ fem! s/o whose vulnerable from being broken up with + kisses

Yandere! Formaggio

It takes almost all of his effort to keep a straight face when he approaches you. But he does his best to nonchalantly talk to you and “help” you get over that problematic “boyfriend” of yours.

He initiates a lot of physical contact, it’s just measly hand holding and flicking around your hair. While he assists in getting your mind off that former relationship.

Eventually he teases around you, mentions how cute you are very heavy handedly. Overall Formaggio really tries to pull out any sweet talk he can.

Happens to bump into you on the street and will casually put his arm around your waist or shoulder.

As for Formaggio’s kissing, it’s a deep kiss that he personally drags out enough to leave you breathless. With a bunch of casual playfulness in between. Though if he’s in a specially good mood, he adds his little feet into the mix to make it more interesting.

Yandere! Illuso

Generally speaking he doesn’t hesitate to diss your former partner one bit. You shouldn’t miss them too much, he’s a much better replacement in his eyes.

He listens to your broken heart, the anguish, everything you have to let out about that partner. He has no concern for them at all, and honestly will probably get rid of them behind your back.

He steers the conversation often away from that topic after awhile, and generally keeps an eye on how you act to certain things.

Illuso acts all cuddly and keeps himself close to you very often, he really sells the deeply caring part very convincingly. All to wrap you around his little finger.

Once he knows he can go for a kiss towards you, he generally aims for a soft peck at first before going in for more. He’s obsessed with you of course, but he wants to see you beg for him at least a little bit

Yandere! Pesci

He’s very quick about making you feel better and he makes sure you can cry on his shoulder. He sees himself as the only one able to do that for you, since it seems your former partner was incapable of doing that.

Depending on what reason your former partner broke up with you, Pesci might get rather aggravated at the thought of them. So he follows you around to make sure they never step in your direction again.

Hugs and general cuddling are ensured, he makes sure you know you’re loved by someone. Of course he won’t let you get away from these little sessions.

Pesci isn’t quite experienced with kissing, so he might give you a simple peck on the lips or just the cheek.

Yandere! Prosciutto

Likely knows every little thing that makes you upset from your former date from stalking. Of course he desires for you to move past it.

Knows your vulnerable when you are broken up with, so he’s suave as hell trying to charm you in any way possible. He definitely tells you that you’re in a much better position with him.

Holds your cheeks with his hands so you’re directly looking into his blue eyes. Directly gives you encouragement and talks softly.

Flirts hard and passionately, he seems to be keen in complimenting and drives you to rely on him.

His kissing all depends on how you are, he usually lightly teases at first before going all in.

Guaranteed to kill the partner whenever he has the free time, they’ll be aged quite painfully before they finally die.

Yandere! Melone

He’s oh so happy that person is out of your life, and he can make a quick entrance into yours. There sudden disappearance is likely his doing.

It’s just general chatting when he first “bumps” into you. Just so you can adjust to Melone’s presence.

Appeals to your preferences quickly and acts a little promiscuous here and there. He’s very eager to be near you so it takes a lot of restraint on his part.

Actively engages in activities you enjoy, he’s enthralled with your whole process. Adores everything you do and let’s you know that every moment he can.

Somehow gets a hold of any pictures you hadn’t gotten rid of your former partner. He simply replaces them with himself as a better alternative in his mind.

As much as he’s pretty charged with obsession and desire for you. He seems to know your kissing preferences somehow? If you ask he doesn’t usually give a direct answer other than expressing it was a simple guess.

Yandere! Ghiaccio

He likely already killed the man that dared stomp all over your heart. He would’ve likely done it already since they decided to be with you. But the breakup gives him a definite reason to end them.

Ghiaccio drags you to other places where it’s just the two of you, he might mention his irritation about the former partner, simply telling you should forget about them completely.

Leans on your shoulder from time to time to catch your attention. It’s usually white album that makes you scoot closer when around other people.

He meets you at your favorite places you like to go to constantly. Just so you don’t bump into anyone else. There’s a chance he might drag you away from a conversation so you can get used to him.

His kisses are oddly soft compared to his rampage he has sometimes when he rants. A little French kissing might be involved if he gets into it enough.

Yandere! Risotto Nero

He shows up as soon as he has any indication you’re hurting emotionally. It’s just him giving you silent company at first.

If he can get you to see him in the same light he does you, he’d be very grateful.

Comforts you immediately, but you can feel the way he holds you is a bit tighter then a what a normal grip should be. If you inquire, he tells you it’s nothing to be concerned about.

Risotto shows up at odd times, and more often than not purposely scares off those you know well. If they suddenly are bleeding from an unknown cut, he’s the likely reason behind it.

Super gentle while touching you if you’re relaxed on his body. He only starts to threat a bit if try to go your own way after calming down.

He only wants you to be vulnerable to him and if he has to convince you a bit to do so, he doesn’t really mind.

Yandere! Sorbet and Yandere! Gelato

Sorbet and Gelato immediately despise this person who broke it off with you. But on the other hand they’re both eager to be your replacement.

Sorbet usually is the one to physically hold you to calm you down. While Gelato sees it as a perfect opportunity to explain why you don’t need anyone else.

Neither of them will stand for rejection, they’ll help you move on. Just don’t expect to jump to another person. Otherwise they might just end up in a ditch.

Gelato and Sorbet take turns holding you between each other, they make it quite obvious when in public. Just to show off you’re already taken.

Sorbet goes for pecks on the lips but generally deepens them when he’s in that kind of mood

Gelato on the other hand is rough and dominant, he won’t bite or anything similar like he does with Sorbet sometimes. But he loves the trail of saliva that slides from your lips to his.

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lousimusician · 5 years

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Drunk Part 2

Pairing: Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Summary: You realize that going out and partying may be more fun than you originally thought, but Tom seems to disagree

Warnings: Language and sexual themes

A/N: This part is more of a setup to part 3, so it isn't as eventful as the first part

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Growing up with Tom and Harrison was hard. You lived in their shadows. They were the popular one's while you were always cast to the side. They were outgoing and promiscuous while you stayed introverted and innocent.

But you were okay with it, you told yourself. You were the smart one, you kept the two idiots level headed.

And day after day as you grew up you kept telling yourself you didn't need to be popular, you didn't need to have attention, you didn't need to be desired by boys.

Because you were the smart one.

You completely believed that until this very moment. Where you sat in front of your mirror, hunched over your phone scrolling through every post you were tagged in from last night.

You had woken up snuggled into Tom when everything last night came back.

You remembered going to the party. "Helping" Tom. Drinking with Jonathan.... kissing Jonathan. Dancing all night. Grinding against guys... Kissing even more guys (and that one girl). Losing your dress. Body shots. Tom finding you. And finally breaking down because that guy insulted you and you thought you had dissapointed Tom.

You had crawled out from under Tom's arm to look at yourself in the mirror, and the sight was shocking. Your hair was a mess, you had smudged mascara under your eyes, your lips were raw and you had hickeys, bruises, and scratches all over.

It truly was a sight to behold, you could only imagine what everyone from your highschool would have to say, seeing what had become of the most innocent girl once she reached college.

Your attention had been pulled when you heard your phone vibrate. You reached for your phone to quickly check the notification, when the number of them shocked you.

You had 30 notifications from instagram just from last night to this morning. You sat down across from your mirror and with shaky hands, had unlocked your phone.

You were tagged in photos and videos, every single one of them with you being the center of attention. There were videos of you dancing, people taking body shots off you, you taking body shots off others, playing drinking games (Where you figured out that that was how you lost your dress, after losing a particular game.) Photos of you drinking and kissing guys.

But the captions were what really got you.

Every single one of them praised you.

Captions that read.

"One of the lamest parties until @yourinstagram showed up."

"Never knew @yourinstagram had it in her."

"Literally the life of the party. @yourinstagram"

And one of your personal favorites. (Though you'd never admit it.)

"One of the sexiest girls at last nights party. @yourinstagram."

And the comments were just as good. People saying that they wish they had come just to see you and others wanting to meet you.

Going to last nights party and doing what you had done went against everything you convinced yourself that you weren't and that it was something you didn't need.... but now you weren't to sure.

Last night was fun. It was exciting. And yes maybe you could've toned down the alcohol intake, but you had never had that much fun before.

You were starting to understand why Tom and Harrison went out so often now.

Speaking of Tom, you got up and headed towards your bed, laying on top of him to wake him up.

"Toooooooom."

He grunted underneath you.

"Tommyyy you're never gonna believe this. It's about last night's party."

Tom was wide awake with that, as he sat up. "Shit, I forgot about the party. Are you okay?" He asked as you rolled off him, sitting next to him now.

You looked at him with wide eyes, grinning ear to ear looking excited. The sight making his stomach do backflips. "I'm more than okay- well actually I'm kinda sore and my head hurts, but other than that I feel great. You need to read these!" You yelled, shoving your phone in his face.

Tom took the phone from your hand and started scrolling through your notifications. His eyebrows furrowed and the more he scrolled a frown etched its way upon his face.

You pouted. "Why do you look upset? Isn't this a good thing?"

Tom glanced at you, then looked down at the phone. "I'm- I'm just a little confused. Last night you were crying and apologizing for what you did last night, and now you're... happy?"

"Well I mean, what I did last night... it was different." You said sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. "I was actually having a lot of fun but then you punched that guy and he called me a slut and I dunno.. I was drunk and I thought I dissapointed you so I started crying."

Tom looked at you skeptically. "And how do you feel now?"

"I feel good. Last night was the craziest thing I've ever done, and it felt good not having to worry about anything. And now that I'm sober I know I didn't disappoint you, like you do crazier things than what I did last night."

Tom looked at you in bewilderment. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my best friend? You're one of the least sexual people I know, how can you be so excited over this?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Should I be offended?"

"No, it's just." He paused. "You are (Y/N) (L/N). My best friend since diapers. You are a sweet and innocent girl who's in love with acting and film just as much as I am. You've never even had a boyfriend before let alone sex. And now after last night you aren't phased in the slightest over what happened?"

You sighed. "Fine I will admit that what happened was crazy and very unlike me, but honestly all those things that I was so scared to try isn't that big of a deal. I mean like look at you and Haz. The two of you have been sleeping around since you guys hit puberty and plus... it's kinda nice to have the attention on me for once."

Tom bit his lip as he gazed at you quietly. "...What do you mean?"

"Oh c'mon Tom!" You exclaimed, standing up from your bed. "Ever since highschool started you and Haz became popular with everybody and I was just your weird little friend that girls used to get a date with one of you two. And then college started and I thought maybe I'd have a fresh start and the stupid hierarchy of popular kids would go away but then high school ended up repeating itself. I'd stay in my dorm room while the two of you were invited to every single party but now." You took the phone, and showed him three new dm's. "Look! I was invited to three different parties! People love me now!"

"Well of course they love you, you stuck your tongue down most of their throats."

You rolled your eyes. "Give me a break, you do worse. I'm just tired of you and Haz having all the fun, while I just watch my life pass by."

Tom was getting increasingly more annoyed the more you spoke about this. "So your solution is to start getting trashed at parties and what, fucking every guy you see? Be realistic here (Y/N), this isn't you."

You groaned in frustration. "You just don't get it Tom."

"What exactly don't I get then?"

"You've never been put down, no one has ever not wanted you. I actually have people wanting to be my friend now! I have guys that find me attractive!"

Tom stood up now. "Jesus Christ (Y/N), you want to feel attractive fine. You are one of the prettiest girls I have ever met. Now will you stop it with this stupid idea?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Don't patronize me. I had fun last night and if I want to do it again, I have the right to. I thought you'd be the least judgmental about something like this. Cause guess what babe, I'm not the only one with hickeys on my neck right now."

Tom shook his head. "Fine. If you so desperately want to feel wanted by these insignificant people then I can't stop you. But don't come crying to me when this bites you in the ass." He said, before heading towards the door and sliding his shoes on.

"Where are you going?"

He opened the door now standing in the doorway. "Back to my dorm. I was gonna stay after everything that happened last night but you seem completely fine now, so you clearly don't need my help." He spat out. "I'll talk to you later. Hopefully you will have come to your senses by then." He grumbled before slamming the door behind him.

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Tom walked across campus, heading for his dorm. He was frustrated. He couldn't understand what had gotten into you, since when did you need to feel approval from everyone else.

You were always the innocent and shy one who never needed anyone else to validate you.

But what was worse was that Tom couldn't understand why he reacted that way.

Sure your innocent but Tom was far from it. Why should it matter to him that you started doing the same things he did in his free time. Why did the thought of you all over another guy make him so fucking mad.

He shook his head trying to rid himself of his thoughts as he roughly swung the door to his dorm open then slam it shut behind him.

Across the room Tom saw two head's pop out from the covers on Harrison's bed, which were Harrison himself and some girl he was with.

Tom nodded to them. "Haz, Alexis-"

"It's Amber." The girl said impatiently.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He said, laying on his own bed.

Harrison studied him for a moment. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Tom grumbled.

"No you're not. What happened?" Harrison asked, sitting up in his bed now.

"Nothing happened Haz, drop it."

Harrison rolled his eyes. "If it's about (Y/N) I deserve to know. She's my best friend too y'know?"

"How did y-"

"A friend told me you went to stay with her for the night. Now what the fuck happened."

Tom was silent for a few moments, debating on whether or not he should tell him. "...Fine. But kick Alexis out."

"Amber." The girl insisted.

"Whatever." Came his reply.

"You heard him Amber." Harrison said. "Get out."

Amber huffed. "Fine. Call me later." She said before gathering her things and leaving the two friends alone.

"Okay spill."

Tom clicked his tongue and sighed. "Do you know what happened last night?"

"Yeah, I saw on Instagram. Shit's pretty crazy, if I knew she was gonna come by I wouldn't have ran off with Amber. Why weren't you watching her, I thought after that incident in high school you would've never let her drink again."

"I didn't know she stayed. I ran off with some girl." He said pulling the pillow out from under his head and covering his face with it.

"Well is (Y/N) okay?"

"Yeah. More than okay actually." Came his muffled reply.

Harrison furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean, 'more than okay'."

"I mean, she actually had fun last night which means she's gonna want to go to more parties."

"Really? Huh, I wouldn't've expected that from her. But if she had fun why are you so pissed."

Tom groaned. "Because it's (Y/N)!" He exclaimed suddenly sitting up in bed, throwing the pillow off his face. "Could you imagine her sleeping around with guys like us! It's completely mental!"

Harrison paused, narrowing his eyes at Tom as he studied him. "Why do you care so much?"

"Because it's (Y/N)!"

"Stop saying that, that's not an answer. If she had fun last night she should be able to go to more parties. The girl's still a virgin let her have some fun for once."

"Why does she need to have that kind of fun?"

"Did you expect her to never have sex Tom?" Harrison scoffed.

"I-I don't know! But I know these guys aren't good enough for her!"

Harrison paused as something began to click. "Hold on a second Tom, do you- do you like her?" He asked.

Tom looked at him in shock. "Of course not! It's (Y/N) for chrissake! I just care about her a lot."

Harrison's eyes suddenly widened in realization. "Holy shit! You do like her! That would explain why you've always been so protective of her all these years."

"What- I have not-"

"Oh come on Tom! I've seen the glares you've sent to guys that have so much as looked at her- and you've always been rather touchy with her."

Tom immediately felt his face begin to burn up. "No I'm not"

"Quit fucking denying it, yes you are. You always have your arm around her and you always have your hands on her in some way- and you're always looking at her."

"I-" he paused. "B-but I can't." He weakly said as the truth started to dawn on him.

It would explain everything. Why he was so angry seeing everyone all over you last night, that possessive feeling he had, and why he didn't want you going to any more of those parties even though you enjoyed it... And technically it would explain why he found you so goddamn attractive.

"Fuckin' hell, I do like her!"

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Daddy Issues Part I - Jeon Jungkook (M,A)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader — word c | 7,592 — genre | Smut, angst, Stalker au! Killer au! psycho au!, horror. — summary | [ When you started dating Jungkook, he was your gateway to all the pain but when you finally find out who he really is, you realize it’s too late to go back. You are in danger, and you know it, but worst of all is that you don’t want to escape. ]. — warnings/tags | Bad words, oral (female receiving). violence, use of alcoholic beverages, drugs, sex, harassment. If you do not feel well with these themes, please do not read.

“Joy, this is a very bad idea, if we're seen leaving school at this time, we'll be suspended.” You said as your friend pulled you down the corridor to the stairs leading to the first floor where there was an exit to the school garden.

“Sure, and where are they going to send us? We live here, (Y/N), they cannot suspend us because our parents pay for us to stay here and not in our homes.” She whispered, looking from side to side, being careful not to catch anyone's attention. “And today is Friday, we should enjoy our teenage years a little while we still have one, or we'll end up like Mrs. Fritz, unhappy at age 45, with a house full of cats to feed, waiting for death.”

“Okay, and where do you intend to go? The college is in the middle of nowhere, remember? There's only forest on all sides. The city is very far.”

“Taehyung is waiting for us at the entrance of the school. We just need to run.” She said and you rolled your eyes. You didn’t like to do wrong things, at least not anymore.

The last time you did something wrong, you were sent to that boarding school as your father's punishment. But being honest with yourself, you would rather stay there than to be forced to see your father taking a different woman to your home every day. You and your father had lived alone since your mother decided divorce him and marry a richer man. Your father spent most of his time working, or drinking in bars. You had lost count of how many times he had come home drunk and yelled at you, saying that it was all your fault, that your mother had left him was your fault, and when he was sober, even knowing what he had done , he acted as if nothing had happened. Your father had never done anything to physically hurt you, he just screamed how useless you were.

So when he decided he would send you to a boarding school after he had picked you up at the police station one early morning, you couldn’t feel any more relieved to be able to get away from him. You loved him, he was your father after all, but you didn’t want to go through all that humiliation any more. You'd miss your old friends, but it was better that way.

It was two years since you were there, and Joy was literally your best friend, she was the first to talk to you when you arrived and introduced you to all her friends, and they eventually became your friends too. Of all of them, Taehyung was the closest to you, he treated you like a younger sister although you have the same age, but Joy always said he had a crush on you, but you never listened, Joy always spoke too much. But you couldn’t deny that Taehyung was a handsome boy, he had those innocent, sincere eyes and that contagious smile. He was tall and always affectionate. But you would never see him otherwise.

After you reached the school gate, running away from all the night guards, you and Joy jumped on the red Taehyung’s convertible and he sailed away from there.

“Girls, you are stunning.” The blonde said smiling at the two who smiled back. You wore black slacks with some ripped, a white top and leather boots. Joy already wore a plaid mini-skirt with a red top with black boots. She always liked showing off more than you and you were okay with it.

"Where are we really going?" You asked after a few minutes on the road. Taehyung looked at you in the rearview mirror and Joy turned back, smiling at you, and did not even have to say anything to let you know where you were going. “Please don’t tell me we're going to Hell hound.”

“Oh yeah, baby.”

“Did you go crazy? They say that place is super dangerous, full of regulars gangs, and dangerous people. They said that many people were murdered and raped inside. Not to mention all the times that the police invaded that place and arrested drug dealers. And fuck, we're underage, if we try to get in there, we’ll get in trouble and...”

“Chill out, doll.” Taehyung said laughing and stretching his arm back, touching your knee, trying to calm you down. “We'll be fine. Nothing will happen to us. There's a lot of underage kids there, we're probably going to find half the school there, they all use fake IDs, but I have someone who's going to get us in there without us needing it. Just stay in ours, we will have no problems, okay? You can trust me.”

"If I die, I'll come back and kill you." You said leaning back and crossing you arms, pouting, which made the boy laugh.

“We have a deal.”

Taehyung really had someone to put them into the Pub without asking for identity or asking questions, which led you to think that he could only have bribed the securities, because money wasn’t a problem for him, since his father was one of the richest in the country. As soon as you entered the bar, you noticed how dark it was inside. You stopped to watch the dance floor and some tables around it. People danced rubbing each other and you didn’t know if you felt claustrophobic or happy to have agreed to go out with your friends. You've never been a fan of crowds. As you went down the stairs to the floor, you found yourself facing some of your classmates, many of them hadn’t even seen you since they were too busy eating someone propped up on the walls, getting drunk or using drugs. And those who saw you three just nodded and continued what they were doing.

Some people bumped into you and forced you to get even closer to Taehyung who was in front, leading the way.

The worst part of the parties for you were the drunks. Sober men can’t hear a no, so imagine drunk men? You hated it. You hated being touched without your permission. In fact, all women hated it.

Somehow, by the time they got to the liquor counter, Taehyung got some drinks for you, and even if you were not a big fan of alcoholic drinks, you gladly accepted it. You sat at a table facing the dance floor and you kept quiet listening to the two of them chat while you watched the place. It didn’t seem as dangerous as everyone said, just a little promiscuous and full of drug users, which really didn’t matter to you, you didn’t care about the lives of others unless they were your friends'.

While you were steeped in thoughts, you felt a chill, as if something was about to happen. You started looking sideways, searching for something you didn’t know what it was, until your eyes fell on a man, which made you totally lose your breath and choke. He had his black hair thrown back, and he was leaning against the wall under the stairs, across the room, almost hiding in the dark. He had his arms folded across his chest and his head tilted to the side. He wore an all-black outfit, from his blouse to his shoe. And he was looking at you.

It was hard to describe in words what you felt when you could even feel the intensity of his gaze on you, and what your body felt when his eyes passed through you. Your entire body warmed and involuntarily you squeezed your thighs, feeling your clit throb. God, what is this?

“I want to dance.” Joy said and suddenly you were being pulled onto the dance floor, losing sight of that man.

“Why don’t you take Taehyung?"

"Because Taehyung is a man and if I rub myself on him while I'm dancing, the guys here will think he's my boyfriend."

“If they see you rubbing yourself in a girl, they'll think you're a lesbian.” You said it loud enough for her to hear, and she laughed.

“Well, men have a fetish with two women dancing sensuously together, whether they're lesbians or not. So do me a favor and dance sensually so I can get a fuck tonight, or you'll have to put up with me masturbating in the bedroom for the rest of the month. Again.”

"You're a bitch."

"I know, honey, I know."

And Joy was right, two girls dancing together call more attention than a girl dancing alone, but you didn’t like the looks you were getting from some men standing around. As soon as a man approached you, you stepped back as he approached Joy. He was very handsome, was her style, so it was not long before the two of them were dancing and kissing in the middle of the dance floor. The music was very sexy and you loved to dance alone in your bedroom, pretending to be a sensual dancer, but you had no ounce of courage to dance the way you wanted to in the midst of all those people. Feeling uncomfortable there, you decided to get out of the crowd and go to the bar or look for Taehyung. But as soon as you moved, you spotted that same boy who was propped up under the stairs. You were hypnotized by him again.

He pushed away from the wall and all the other people in the room began to move in slow motion as he walked confidently toward you, not taking his eyes off you, not even looking where he stepped.

The sensual beats of music just helped you run out of air each time he got one step closer to you.

Push a little further on the edge

And it was closer.

Crawl a little further on the bed, babe

And closer.

I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red

As soon as he was under the light that lit the dance floor, you can see him better and you were definitely right in feeling horny, aroused and intimidating at the same time, he was simply the most handsome man you had ever seen in life.

She said: Fuck me like I'm famous I said: Okay

“Breathe.” His voice said when he was very close to you, and only then you see that you had forgotten to breathe. Your cheeks burn. You felt like an inexperienced virgin, gasping for breath at the sight of a handsome man. You tried to open your mouth to say something, but the intensity with which he looked at you was making you unable to say anything. “I'm Jungkook.”

“(Y/N).” You answered lower than you should and didn’t know if he had heard because of the loud music, but he smiled and repeated your name, making melody to your ears. You've never been so fond of hearing your name come out of someone else's mouth.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying the party.” He said, looking you up and down slowly. "And you don’t seem to like dancing either."

“I like to dance…"

“Its not what it looked like a few seconds ago.” He said moving his eyes from you to Joy who was busy kissing a guy and then looked back at you. “You don’t seem the type who likes attention.”

“How do you know?" You asked, intrigued.

"The way you walk, you move in a way as if you don’t want to touch anyone, you have good moves to dance, but don’t let go of it with fear that draws much attention to you and I saw how quickly you moved away from all the guys who were trying hit on you. You're wearing black and white, neutral colors, colors that don’t draw attention. And you've arranged your hair in a way that makes it easier to hide your face when you're ashamed.” He said and you lowered your head, trying to hide the redness in your cheeks. “Just like you’re doing right now.”

"You seem to be very perceptive.” You raised your head trying to stand firm and not tremble beneath that man's gaze. "I don’t like crowded places."

"If you don’t like crowded places, then why did you came here?" He asked without taking his eyes from yours. You shrugged.

“My friends wanted to get out of the ... routine.” You answered. "They wanted to have fun in other ways.”

"You don’t look like you're having fun. That's not fair.” Jungkook licked his lips, almost making you stop breathing again, and looked around as if looking for someone. Soon after he looked at you and pointed in one direction. When you looked, you saw Joy walking away with that boy. And as soon as he pointed to another direction, you saw Taehyung sitting at one of the tables with a girl on his lap. You definitely were not amused watching your friends leave to be with other people. Wait, how did he know you knew Taehyung?

You turned to him with a frown and he looked at you with an unshakable expression.

“How did you ...”

"I saw you coming in with them."

“That's kind of bizarre.” You said, and he laughed, making you delighted by his laughter.

"It's not bizarre. I just got interested in you, shouldn’t I?”

You bit your lips and saw his eyes darken, staring at your mouth. He bit the corner of his mouth before approaching your ear, making your whole body shiver.

"Do you want to get out of here? We can talk in my car.”

"Don’t get me wrong, Jungkook, but we just met and I don’t know if I can trust you …"

“I understand.” He said with a disgruntled sigh, you really thought you had spoiled your chances with him, but then he reached into his pocket, took a key ring, and flung it over the people, across the dance floor. You stared wide-eyed, surprised at his action. “Well, I just threw my car keys away and I doubt I'll find them so soon, so now there's no way I can open my car, throw you in the trunk and kidnap you.”

“You're crazy.” You laughed out loud, still not believing what he had done. That was something. He was handsome, looked sweet and polite. What could go wrong? You nodded, giving him a smile.

Jungkook then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close as he guided you toward the exit, pushing away anyone who accidentally or purposely approached you. As you left the pub, you walked a few yards to the side of the bar, where there was the parking lot and a black Mustang parked a few feet from where Taehyung parked his car.

You two sat on the hood of the car and started talking like two friends, getting to know each other. It was already past midnight and during the conversation, you discovered some things about Jungkook. He was 23 years old, he was mechanic, had his own car workshop downtown, he was a good student at school and received letters from major universities but denied all, not wanting to spend four years of his life studying and then spend the rest of it behind of some table. Jungkook wanted to live, and as he liked cars, he had decided that he would start his own business. He was not from there, but lived for almost two years in the city. His parents lived in the countryside.

“I don’t have much to talk about me. My story is very boring." You said without taking your eyes off your hands that were on your lap. His hand came to rest on top of yours, making your attention turn to him. He looked at you sweetly, almost innocently, smiling shyly at you.

“I'm sure your story can be anything but boring.” He said it much lower than when you were at the party, since there were no loud songs and no thunderous noises to disturb your hearing. His voice was as soft and sweet as his smile. His fingers began to caress the back of your hand as he still stared at you.

“The story can be long ...”

“I have all the time in the world.”

You then told about what had happened to your family. You told how your mother left you, how things went after she left, how your father acted around you, how many nights you wished you hadn’t even been born. You told him how you became shy at school, how you pulled away most of your friends, and told about the night that ended up at the police station. Jungkook listened to you intently, ignoring the looks of some people walking through the parking lot.

"Has he ever hit you?" He asked with a certain tone of irritation in his voice, which went unnoticed by you.

“No, never, but the way things were, it wasn’t going to take long for that to happen.” You said laughing sarcastically. Jungkook took a deep breath and released the air slowly, looking away, clawing at his jaw. “But let's not talk about it. Tell me about your car workshop.”

So you continued to talk for a long time. And you couldn’t deny that you was attracted to him and him for you, so when you felt an ounce of courage while he talked about something, you leaned over and kissed him. He didn’t look surprised by your gesture, because he immediately reached into your hair and deepened the kiss. It was so intense you could barely breathe and it was so good that you couldn’t contain your moans as he pulled your hair.

In a few seconds he had come down from the hood and was now between your legs, one hand in your hair and the other over your breast, and neither of you cared to be in an open-air parking lot, you were more worried about the horny you were feeling.

"You shouldn’t have thrown your keys away." You whispered as soon as his lips left yours to kiss your neck. Your hands went to his hair and he laughed against your neck.

"There's another way to open a car, my dear."

”Then do it." You said raising his face. "Or fuck me against this car, now."

"I think I'm going to fuck you against this car. It seems more exciting to me.” He said thrusting his hand between your legs and stroking your clit over your pants. You moaned and pressed your nails around his neck, because the only thing you needed now was his dick inside you. “It looks like you're enjoying the caresses.”

“You have no idea, Jungkook.”

“(Y/N)!” Taehyung's voice caught your eye and you and Jungkook looked away, seeing your friend walking towards you. He looked at Jungkook from top to bottom, frowning before looking back at you and throwing his hands up as he stood beside the car.

“What the fuck are you doing out here? I looked for you everywhere. I was worried.”

“She is with me. You have nothing to worry about.” Jungkook replied staring Taehyung that stared back.

"And who the hell are you?"

“This is Jungkook, we met at the pub...”

“And you thought it would be a good idea to come to a dark, empty place with a guy you just met, (Y/N)? Are you crazy?” He didn’t even let you finish speaking before giving the sermon. You opened your mouth to answer, but he held up his hand to signal you to remain silent. “Let's just go back inside and get Joy. We are leaving.” He then turned his back and started walking toward the Pub.

“What if I don’t want to leave?” You asked standing up. Taehyung stopped abruptly and turned to you with frowns, as if he had not understood what you had said. “What if I want to stay for a few more hours? You will force me to go with you?”

“What the hell are you talking about? You said yourself that you didn’t want to come here, that this pub was full of junkies and violent people, but three seconds ago you were letting this stranger get his hand on your body.” He said loudly, almost screaming.

“Yes, I'm letting this stranger touch my body, and yes, I didn’t want to come here, but I came because you wanted me to, and now that I'm having fun you want me to leave?” You answered it in the same tone of voice. Jungkook leaned against the car and folded his arms, watching Taehyung's next actions, he was ready to intervene if necessary.

“Guys, why did you leave me alone in there?” Joy appeared out of nowhere, hugging her body because of the chill of dawn. Her hair was tousled and she had no more lipstick in her mouth. “Can we leave? I'm tired.”

“Sure, we're going.” Taehyung said without taking his eyes off of you as Joy entered the convertible. He was waiting for you to do the same, but instead you took two steps back approaching Jungkook and crossing your arms.

"You can go, I will not go now." You said, and even though it was dim, you knew Taehyung's face was red at that moment.

"I will not leave you alone here …"

"I'm not alone, I'm with Jungkook, and you don’t boss me, Taehyung. I'll leave when I want.”

He was annoyed, irritated, ever since Taehyung knew you, he had this protective spirit, he felt he had to protect you and when he couldn’t, he felt helpless, and that made him furious. Taehyung glanced toward Jungkook, who was in the same position as before, but now he had a more serious look on his face, and stared at Taehyung as if challenging him to say something.

"If you hurt her, I swear I'll come after you."

Jungkook let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back and chuckling at the boy's failed attempt to intimidate him.

“Yeah, yeah, just go, bro. Stop embarrassing yourself.” He said, waving his hand at the boy who took one last look at you before getting in the car and getting out of there. You took a deep breath, hated fighting with your friends but you was tired of always living for other people. You wanted to live for you now.

Reminding that Jungkook was still there, you stared at him with cheeks burning, ashamed that he had witnessed it all.

“I'm sorry... That ended the whole mood." You said putting your hand on your neck and looking away from him.

“It's okay, don’t worry.” He said holding her chin and making her look at him. He was smiling carefree, as if it hadn’t done effect on him. "There's a snack bar two blocks from here. We can go there, have a milk shake and eat something. Then I'll take you home. Or I can call you a taxi if you prefer.”

“I'll take the Milk Shake." You said smiling at him. "But only if it's chocolate."

It had been four months since you met Jungkook, and every opportunity you had to get out of that school and go somewhere else with him, you did. With that, you ended up moving away from your friends because even though you could only use the cell phone once a week for fifteen minutes, Jungkook had bought a new one for you so you could communicate with him, so all your free time, dinner, breaks, you were talking to him.

"What are you doing here, you freak?" You whispered laughing at the sight of the boy leaning against the wall behind the school building, waiting for you. He smoked a cigarette and was relaxed as usual. It was almost five in the afternoon when you received his message, saying that he would be waiting for you behind the building, on the north side of the school, where you used to go to jump over the walls without being caught. One of the only places that wasn’t monitored by cameras. "If they catch you here, you'll be arrested."

"They will not catch me." He said holding your waist and pulling you close to him. “Besides, you worth the risks.” Then he kissed you, a calm, passionate kiss. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and used both hands to hold your face and caress it at the same time. "I missed you." He said between the kiss, lowering one hand to your waist and squeezing it. He bit your lip, making the fire inside you burn.

"Me too." You whispered as he slowly turned his body, placing you back against the wall, lowering one hand to your thigh and lifting it, placing it on his waist. "But I don’t have much time. In fifteen minutes I need to be in the gym." You said as his kisses touched your neck, causing you to roll your eyes and hold yourself so you didn’t moan.

“So I have to make you cum fast." He said putting his hand between your legs, inside your panties, caressing your clitoris that was already swollen and soaked with your juice. You gasped and grabbed Jungkook's arm, preventing him from moving. He looked at you with a sassy look, waiting for you to say something.

"You know I can’t be silent. Someone will catch us."

"No one will get us, baby. Don’t you trust me?"

"With my life." You answered without hesitation, and he smiled, leaning forward and kissing you. Then he kissed your cheek, your ear, your neck, your breasts over your T-shirt, until he knelt in front of you and gave you a wicked look before lifting your thigh and placing on his shoulder, lifting your skirt, pulling your panties to side and start to eat you out. You immediately covered your mouth and threw your head back, your body shuddering as you felt Jungkook's tongue caressing the full extent of your cunt. Your other hand went into Jungkook's hair and you moved your hips against his mouth, unable to control yourself. You needed to come.

“You're so sweet.” He whispered against your clit and his tongue licked again, spurring you even more as he stared into your eyes. His free hand gripped one of your thighs, increasing the strength he used and the speed of his tongue. You felt your cunt pulsing, You was reaching the apex. Jungkook seemed to focus on one specific point, which made you let out a hoarse groan and finally cum as the spasms spread through my body. You closed your eyes as you felt his tongue wandering around your entrance, sucking all your juice. Your mind cleared, your muscles relaxed and you felt good.

He stood up and kissed you, hugging your still shaking body.

"I love you," you whispered as he let you lean your forehead against his chest. Jungkook smiled and stroked your hair. That was the first time you'd said that.

"I know." He said and you laughed punching his arm and moving away from him. He laughed and took a step back.

"Idiot, I'm serious."

"Me too." He laughed approaching again and using his large hands to hold your face. And then he looked serious and stared your eyes with the same intensity he had whenever he looked into the depths of you, as if he looked at your soul. “I love you too, my lady.” And he kissed you again. "And I want to see you tonight."

"Same time?" You asked with closed eyes, delighting in the short, slow kisses he gave in your lips.

"Yes, I'll be waiting."

"Okay, now go, or you'll get us both in trouble." You said pushing him away. Jungkook looked indignantly at you.

"You use me and now you throw me away. Women are all the same." You laughed at his failed attempt to be innocent. You gave him a quick kiss.

"See you later, asshole." And so you turned away. Jungkook watched you walk away.

"I cannot wait for this."

You were in love with him in a way you couldn’t explain, you thought about him all day, wanted him all day. You wanted to be with him all the time, because Jungkook was intense, he was relentless, he gave you life, and that was what you loved him the most.

Everything was going well until the day you were discovered by school security. You and Jungkook were in the car, a few yards from the entrance of the school, you were on his lap in the backseat, rolling in his lap and kissing him when a strong light struck your face and you two looked to the side, seeing one of the school security guards there, knocking at the door and ordering you to get out.

That was weird. The security guards only patrolled the perimeter of the school, the gates and walls inside, there was no way they knew you were there. And your suspicions were confirmed when the same security officer said that someone had made an anonymous denunciation of an out-of-school student. And you were already sure who did it.

The security guard woke the principal to tell him what had happened, and he said with a furious expression that he would talk to you the next morning. When you reached the bedroom, Joy was asleep on her stomach in bed. You could wake her up and question why she had told them about your hang out with Jungkook. but if you did, you would yell at her and wake up the entire dorm, putting you in even more trouble, so you waited the next morning.

“Why did you do that? I thought you were my friend. Why did you tell him? "You asked the girl who was confused by both her drowsiness and your questions.

“I told you I didn’t say anything, (Y/N). I swear. The only person I told was Taehyung, because he wouldn’t stop asking where you were and I had to tell him, but I swear it was only for him.”

It was when you connected the points, if she didn’t say anything and only told Taehyung, then he was the only one who could have told the security. You knew he had some anger at Jungkook, but you didn’t understand why. Of all the time you studied there, those were the happiest months of your life, so why would he ruin it?

You turned your back on Joy and left the room already wearing your school clothes, heading toward the men's dormitory where girls were barred, but you were already really screwed, so you just don’t give a fuck.

As soon as you reached the bedroom door, you punched it hard until a sleepy, irritated Taehyung opened the door. The moment he saw you there, his face softened, but after seeing your condition, he knew he had fucked it all up.

“(Y/N)...”

"Why did you do that?" You asked before you let him make an excuse. He sighed and left the room closing the door behind him.

“Look, I'll give you my reasons, but it has to be later. You need to get out of here, if the monitors catch you ...”

“No, Taehyung, I want to know now.” You raised your voice. “Why the hell do you hate Jungkook so much? Why do you want me to break up with him? And why the hell did you tell the security guard that I was with him last night? Are you aware of what this will cause to me?”

"I don’t trust that guy…"

“You don’t have to trust him, you asshole, I have, he's my boyfriend, not yours.” You screamed furiously, your face turning red. “Stop intruding on my life and make the decisions for me, Taehyung!”

"(Y/N), he can be dangerous." He shouted back and some of the students left their rooms, curious to know what was happening. “Look, I've been researching, asking some people, and he might be involved in drug trafficking and even murder. Many people on the north side of the city are afraid to even pass near him because they say he is extremely violent.”

"You went out asking questions about my boyfriend? Throughout the city?" You asked, taking a step back, not believing what you were hearing. “You must be kidding me.”

“Yeah, I did it. I needed to keep you safe ...”

“No Taehyung! You needed to keep me single for one day finally build up the courage and say you like me.” You screamed furiously toward him. Taehyung was paralyzed, his eyes wide for a few moments, simply without reaction or words for that moment. “You want me single because you want me for you and you don’t want me to be someone else's.”

“Where you...”

“Joy told me." You interrupted him and he was pale. “I hadn’t believed in the beginning, because to me you were only treating me as your best friend, but now I understand that you want me to break up with Jungkook to stay with you, but this will not happen Taehyung, because what I feel for him, I will never feel for you.” You hissed bitterly. You were so hurt with him that you wanted him to get hurt too, and from his gaze, you had managed to do that.

“You shouldn’t be here, young lady." The dorm monitor, who was also a student, said, and you turned to him in disgust.

“Fuck you." You exclaimed and turned away, heading to the stairs and out of there. As soon as you stepped into the garden and walked toward the women's building, one of the students said that the Principal was looking for you. You sighed and went to the principal's office, hesitating to go in because you knew what would happen from then on.

As you entered the room, you were surprised to see your father sitting in the armchair in front of the boardroom table. He was red, the expression on his face was the same as he used have when cursed you and blame you for everything bad in his life, but this time he seemed to be sober.

You sat in the armchair beside him, not daring to look at him, just listening to what the principal had to say. He said that your behavior was unacceptable, that leaving school out of the allowed hours was against the rules and dating as well. He quoted everything he had to say and said that he wouldn’t just kick you out because you was a good student and had the best grades but would suspend you for a week. He allowed his father to take you home that week, and he just nodded, not saying a word to the principal.

Once you were released, the principal said you should go to your room and pack your bags, and so you did. You and your father walked side by side until you got to your room. When you opened the door, he pushed you tightly inside, making you lose your balance and fall on your knees on the floor.

“It was for that I sent you here?” He screamed, slamming the door behind him and advancing against you who had no chance to defend yourself when he grabbed your hair and pulled you violently up, making you moan with pain. “Did you come here to fuck with thugs? Hmm?” He threw you violently against the bed, banging your back against the wall and your head on the headboard. "You're a bitch just like your mother."

“This is not true.” You said it trembling, forcing yourself to sit and brush your hair off your face, trying not to stutter, but then you fell back down when he hit your face with a slap, throwing you back on the bed, making you scream and not hold back the tears.

“Shut your fucking mouth. You're never going to change, it's always going to be this bitch that only brings me problems. What is the difficulty of you not getting into trouble, (Y/N)? Do you have any mental problems that keep you from being rational?” He screamed and you cried, with your hand on the cheek that he had hit the slap, curled in the bed. “Do you think it's fun to go out there doing shit so I have to fix it later?”

“Dad...” You started to speak, but he grabbed your arm, squeezing it hard, lifting you brutally, making you even more desperate to see the furious look in his eyes. You had never seen him so violent. He'd never leaned a finger against you to hurt you, so why was he doing it now?

“You and I have a lot to talk about this week, you whore. So you better stop crying and start packing your bag before I lose my patience and drag you out of here by the hair, without any belongings.” He said between his teeth and pushed you back to the floor once more. So he turned his back and left the room, slamming the door behind him and you shrank on the floor, crying, feeling the pain in your body and in your heart. Why was that happening? You had done nothing to deserve it. Why did he seem to hate you so much? What had you done to him?

The cell phone that Jungkook had given you, began to vibrate beneath your pillow, and you knew that at that moment, he was the only one you wanted to talk to. You raised your arm and reached under your pillow, answering the phone, sniffling and sobbing.

“Love, what happened?” He asked from the other end of the line and listening to his voice only made you cry even more. Your chest was aching, you felt lonely, helpless and certainly in danger. “(Y/N), why are you crying? What is happening? Where are you?” He started bombarding you with questions and you could hear his keys on the other side.

“Jungkook.” You only managed to say his name before breaking into tears again. You heard the car door slamming across the line.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m coming to you. Stay where you are, okay? I’ll come to you. Don’t worry, don’t cry, your Jungkook is coming.” He said and before you could try to say something, or that he could hang up, your dad came screaming back into the room, making you scream too and crawl away from him, squeezing the phone between your fingers, afraid he'd take away the only thing that was giving you security at that moment.

“Who are you talking to, you slut? I told you to pack your things.” He yelled as he yanked the cell phone out of your hand, making you moan at the force he used, hurting your wrist. You were desperate and could hardly breathe, your body was shaking too much for you to react so you just started screaming for help and cringed once more. You were horrified at everything that was going on, scared, confused, and just wanted your father to get away from you. He looked at the phone screen, seeing that the call was still active. “Are you the thug who was eating my daughter, your bastard?” The only thing he could hear from the other side was the sound of the car moving, followed by Jungkook’s cold voice.

“You are dead.”

So the call dropped and at the same moment, two security guards who had heard your screams entered the bedroom, then pulled your father away from you, who started protesting in shouts that they should let him go. As they walked away from the room, you finally breathed again and stood up, legs trembling, hugging your body and walking slowly out of the room where some of the girls began to appear and looked wide-eyed at you.

“Oh my god, (Y/N).” Joy approached you, intending to hug you, but you pulled away from her, holding the cry again, a lump forming in your throat. As you walked down the stairs, with all the female dormitory students looking at you, you could hear your father's screams from the security guards outside the building. As soon as you left, the students watching your father now looked at you. Among them was Taehyung who had wide eyes and put his hand to his mouth, horrified. He didn’t hesitate to move toward you, to comfort you, but you pushed him hard back.

“This is all your fault.” You shouted with all your strength to him, making his eyes fill with water.

“(Y/N)...” He started to speak, but the Mustang's engine roar could be heard, and you looked at the road through the forest, watching Jungkook's car come in with everything, knocking over the guardrails of the secondary gate and skidding on the wet garden grass. He stormed out of the car, slamming the door and striding toward the crowd at the foot of the staircase. He had fists clenched and a killer look in his eyes. You had never seen him like that, and honestly, he was scaring you. As his eyes hit yours, he frowned and ran toward you, just as you did, burying yourself in his chest, tearing into tears once more. Jungkook pressed you against his chest and stroked your hair as his eyes scanned the place, trying to identify who had done that to you. That was when he saw the man shouting at the security guards, his voice the same as the man on the phone. He seemed to be blind at the moment.

Jungkook released your body, making you open your eyes, missing his embrace and passed among the students, shoving them all violently away from his way, before approaching the security guards who were on their backs, distracted trying to contain their father, and overtook them, hitting the man's nose with a sharp punch that fell immediately on his back.

The security guards tried to hold Jungkook, but he managed to knock them down too.

“Do you think you can hurt her and not get punished for it, you fucking asshole?” He screamed in a menacing voice, making everyone step back. He then hit a kick in his stomach, making him moan in pain and you cover his mouth, stiffing a scream. “I'll teach you to never touch what is mine.”

And before he could strike another blow, Taehyung stepped in front of him, pushing him back. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to advance against Taehyung as well, and the two began to roll on the floor, exchanging punches and blows. And most of the time, it was Jungkook who hit him. He stood over Taehyung, immobilizing him with his legs, holding him tightly by the neck and began to strike blows against his face.

"Jungkook." You called for him and he stopped his fist in the air, looking over his shoulder at you. You were scared, destroyed. You'd never seen him be so violent with anyone, so that scene was shocking.

He took a deep breath, as if controlling his killer instinct, and stood up, walking on his back for a few seconds, watching the fallen men on the floor, before turning and approaching you, wrapping his arms around your back and beneath your legs, carrying you toward the car where he put you in the passenger seat and got in, driving away from there.

The way to his house was quiet, he did not say a word and you did not either. You were too shaken to say anything. In your head, the images of your father beating you and Jungkook spanking Taehyung looped in your head and that made you wonder if you could trust him, if he would not do you, the same as he did with others.

As he parked in front of the house, he was the first to leave the car and opened the door for you, holding out his hand and waiting for you to pick it up. Still sobbing, you held his and got out of the car, being guided by him inside. You then paused for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Baby." Jungkook stood behind you, hugging you from behind and placing his chin propped on your shoulder. It was strange how with him, you calm down easily, even after what had happened.

"I want to take a shower." You whispered and he nodded, releasing you. You then walked to the bathroom and leaned against the door. You took off your clothes, feeling the pain in your body, and tossing them to the floor. You turned on the shower and went under the warm water. Still not believing what was happening, you started to cry, sliding to the floor, sitting down, cowering and crying compulsively. Lamenting everything. And without even realizing it, Jungkook was joining you, still in his clothes, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his lap, letting you cry as the water washed away your tears of pain and betrayal.

“It's okay, baby.” He whispered to you, kissing the top of your forehead, staring at the wall in front of him with dark, menacing eyes. "He'll never hurt you again, I promise.”

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Normal is Overrated - 2

II.

Ianto waved goodbye to Tosh, finished cleaning up the area by the sofa, then sat down and put his feet up before he took the rubbish out and went home.

It had been a long week. It hadn't been busy, not exactly; in fact, it had been fairly quiet compared to most weeks, when they were run down by the Wednesday and hoping for at least half a day off come the weekend. But the Weevils had stayed in the sewers, the Rift had left them little more than space junk, and not a single alien had decided to wreak havoc in Cardiff for over seventy-two hours. Ianto had worked steadily in the archives during his down time, clearing out a backlog of misfiled artifacts and organizing everything he could get his hands on. It felt good, like a normal job.

Except for one thing: he'd slept with his boss.

At the time, it had seemed like a good idea. He'd never tried to deny being attracted to Jack; from their first meeting in the woods, he had felt a pull toward the other man that was hard to resist. He'd buried it deep, though, refusing to act on it because he loved Lisa, and he needed to fix her. After she'd died, he'd only felt anger and hatred toward Jack. Jack had refused to help her, had killed her in cold blood. Yet as the anger slowly receded, he realized that Jack had done what he had to do. In a twisted way, Jack had even saved her, when Ianto had failed.

Trying to move on, Ianto acknowledged his lingering attraction and buried it once more, because Jack was his boss, and a flirtatious one at that. Ianto didn't want to be a one-night stand, the pathetic PA who slept with the CEO, and yet that's exactly what he was now.

He'd thought they'd go right back to normal the next day. That's what they had both agreed to, just one night, then back to whatever passed as normal at Torchwood. Only it had been awkward from the moment he had stepped into the Hub the next morning, when they'd both coughed self-consciously and offered stilted greetings. It had been unexpected: Jack didn't seem the type to act differently after sleeping with someone, and Ianto had counted on Jack being the one to take it in stride. But perhaps because Jack was their leader, he felt different about sleeping with an employee. He'd avoided Ianto almost as much as Ianto had avoided him that first day, and every interaction since had been laced with discomfort and doubt.

Jack's behavior had only made Ianto more uncomfortable in return, so that by the end of the week he was sending Jack instant messages through the Hub's internal system to let him know the coffee was ready, then escaping to the archives or the tourist office to avoid interacting with Jack.

Tosh noticed and asked him if he was all right, or if he and Jack had had a falling out of some sort. He barely refrained from rolling his eyes, since he couldn't very well tell her how hard it was to take Jack coffee after he'd had the other man's cock in his mouth. Because every time he looked at Jack, that's what he thought about: Jack's body, his hands and his mouth and his—

And there he went again. He shouldn't have slept with Jack, because now he couldn't even take the man coffee without picturing their night together. He wondered if Jack had any similar thoughts, which in turn made him wonder if it had been nearly as good for Jack as it had been for him. Jack was clearly more experienced, but though Ianto wanted to believe he was at least a quick learner, maybe he left so much to be desired in the bedroom that Jack was embarrassed and disappointed. While Ianto was picturing Jack's arse rippling beneath him, maybe Jack was trying to forget it ever happened.

With a groan, he flung his arm over his eyes and tried not to think about it—the good or the bad. He needed to get a grip and go back to acting like they'd never slept together. Back to normal, which meant talking to Jack and looking him in the eye and bringing him coffee, not constantly avoiding him while imagining what it would be like to have sex on Jack's desk, or down in the cool dark archives, all alone. . .

"Hey," said a voice next to him, and Ianto opened his eyes to find Jack sitting down next to him with a look of concern on his face. "You okay?"

Ianto scrambled to sit up straighter and edged away. "Fine. I'm fine," he stammered, glancing away. "Just tired."

"Yeah," Jack said, leaning back. "It's been a long week."

Ianto looked at him curiously. "It's been exceptionally quiet the last few days, sir."

Jack grinned. "Exactly. A long, boring week."

Ianto laughed softly and moved toward the edge of the sofa, ready to stand and make his getaway yet again. "Only for you, sir," he said. "The rest of us appreciate things like sleeping and eating." He stood up and started to walk away, but Jack called him back before he'd taken more than a few steps.

"Ianto, wait!" he said. "Don't go. I didn't mean to interrupt your turn on the sofa."

"You didn't," Ianto told him. "I was getting ready to take out the rubbish and head home."

"Are you…" Jack hesitated. "Are you sure nothing's wrong? Because things have been kind of…well, strained between us all week. Awkward. Like we can barely be in the same room together."

Ianto had no idea what to say and stared at him with his mouth slightly open.

"Was it what happened that night?" Jack asked. "I knew it was a mistake, that we shouldn't have—"

"No." Ianto stopped him from saying it, because he didn't regret it, not at all. It had been amazing, after all; he only regretted how much it had changed things between them. "It wasn't a mistake. I just didn't anticipate it being so difficult to go back to normal afterward."

"Ah," said Jack, nodding as he stood and moved closer to Ianto. "The awkward morning after. Or in this case, the awkward week after."

"I'm sorry," Ianto said, shaking his head. "I didn't think it would be like this. We agreed it was one night only and back to normal in the morning, but—"

"What happened that night is probably not something that we can set aside and pretend never happened," Jack pointed out.

"I'm not trying to set it aside," Ianto protested. "I want to remember it. But I also want things to go back to the way they were between us, without the awkward silences and stutters and such. I don't want to keep avoiding you, sending messages when the coffee is ready. But I don't know how."

Jack nodded again. "I thought it would be easier too," he admitted.

"We really cocked it up, didn't we?" Ianto asked, then rolled his eyes when Jack grinned at his choice of words. "You know what I mean."

"Maybe," Jack said, then shrugged. "Or maybe normal is overrated. Maybe we need to create a new normal."

"A new normal?"

Jack studied his face, seemed to see what he was looking for, then moved closer. "One where we try again. Get it all out of our system this time."

Ianto stared at him. "Are you actually suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" he asked. Jack offered a half grin, both cocky and unsure at the same time.

"That depends on what you think I'm suggesting," he replied.

"Are you suggesting we shag again so things are less awkward between us?" Ianto asked. "Isn't that why things are awkward, because we shagged?"

"Not because we shagged," Jack pointed out. "But because we didn't know what to do after. So, I'm suggesting something for after."

"Another shag."

"Yep."

Ianto tried to wrap his brain around it: that they sleep together again to make things less uncomfortable between them. It didn't make sense…but then, nothing about their relationship, both personal and professional, made much sense. Maybe that was okay; maybe that was what he needed.

Ianto took a step closer. "So what about tomorrow morning? What if it's still strange between us?"

"Try again?" Jack suggested. There was an element of honest interest in his face. Yes, he was propositioning Ianto, and yes, Ianto knew (or suspected, anyway, based on rumors) that Jack was considered a promiscuous rake. Yet that didn't negate him being attracted and interested, did it? Ianto wasn't looking for a relationship, or god forbid a boyfriend. He only wanted things to be less awkward with Jack around the Hub. If that involved having amazing sex again, why was he even considering saying no?

"So in this new normal," Ianto started, stepping forward so he was chest to chest with Jack. "Boss shags employee, employee sleeps with boss, all in the name of professional harmony?"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to think there will be some personal perks as well."

"Oh, I'm sure there will be," Ianto replied, placing his hands on Jack's waist. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine is closer," Jack murmured, and he leaned forward to kiss Ianto's neck and jaw.

"As long as you're talking about your bunker and not your office," Ianto said, letting his hands roam.

"I do have a nice desk," Jack replied. "But we can save that for another time."

"I'll make a list. Then what are we waiting for?" Ianto said, turning around and tugging Jack toward the office. "Let's put this behind us." He paused. "Until next time, of course."

Jack grinned, and they laughed as they hurried to Jack's bunker to build a new normal.

#Torchwood #Jack #Ianto #Janto #Broken #Fanfiction #Gmariam #Normal Is Overrated

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polarwandersea · 7 years

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MEGA POST: proof of a right wing conspiracy: Bill’s accusers

1. Kathleen Willey

her claim to fame: Kathleen Willey is a former White House volunteer aide who, on March 15, 1998, alleged on the TV news program 60 Minutes that Bill Clinton had sexually assaulted her on November 29, 1993, during his first term as President in the Oval office.

Analysis: FALSE (Bill most likely did kiss and embrace her in some way but it was consensual and she had planned for it to happen.)

Facts:

1. Linda Tripp–who became friends with Willey when they both worked at the White House–told Starr’s grand jury that Willey plotted for months about how to start an affair with Clinton.

2. Willey’s former friend Harolyn Cardozo told the grand jury that Willey speculated she might become the President’s mistress.

3. Another person who knew Willey at the White House, Marlene MacDonald, a former press-office employee, told Starr’s investigators that Willey was attracted to the President and that she had mentioned a welcomed encounter long after the incident allegedly occurred.

What Linda Tripp said: As Tripp testified in vivid detail, Willey’s sudden claims of indignation didn’t remotely resemble the truth about her feelings about Clinton in 1993. Not only had she been “happy” after the president’s alleged embrace but she and Tripp had been scheming for months to stage her seduction for him. Tripp claimed that Kathleen’s marriage to Ed Willey was loveless, and on the verge of divorce. Kathleen wanted to move to Washington and have an affair with Clinton. Well before the Oval Office incident, Willey had taken on Tripp as her secret romantic adviser, calling to chat in the evenings of her obsession with the president. Tripp admitted to helping Willey since she believed that both Willey and Clinton were “stuck in not very good marriages and it seemed to be consenting adults.” Tripp also enjoyed the intrigue of helping Willey gain access to the president’s daily schedule so that Willey could bump into him, always dolled up “to catch his eye.” The two friends would talk about creating the conditions for a tryst, escaping the Secret Service, and the “logistics of how this could work,” Tripp testified. They had even discussed a specific location. Debbie Siebert, a mutual friend who husband had been named ambassador to Sweden had offered Willey to use their empty house on the water in Annapolis.

After Willey had her encounter with the president, she raced to find Tripp. Willey dragged her outside the parking lot and told her about Clinton’s embrace in graphic terms. Willey praised him, Tripp recalled as a “great kisser,” and said she kissed him back despite her fear that someone would walk in on them.

When Tripp heard that Willey had begun to tell reporters at Newsweek that the President had assaulted her, Tripp called Willey and accused her of lying to the Newsweek reporters.

“Kathleen what are you doing?”

Tripp recalled that Willey rebuffed Tripp’s objections. “You must be misremembering, Linda.. Of course it was sexual harassment. I don’t know why you’re now saying I wanted it.”

“Kathleen, because we talked about it for months before it happened, because you chose your outfits, because you positioned yourself, because you flirted, because you looked for every reason to get in {to see Clinton privately},” Tripp remembered saying when she recalled their conversations later. “Why are you now saying that this came as a huge surprise and he assaulted you?”

Why what Tripp says matters: At this point in time, Tripp wanted to write a tell all book to profit from what she knew was happening within the White House. If Kathleen Willey came out with this new story, then this jeopardized Tripp’s idea of a book because then Tripp would be left out of the loop of Willey’s new false story and be reliant on the other woman for details. Tripp also was no fan of Bill Clinton’s and the fact that she said he did NOT sexually harass Willey should be taken as fact since Tripp had no reason to defend him.

So why would Kathleen Lie?: The Day after her encounter with Clinton, Willey learned her husband had committed suicide and was dead. Tripp, who spoke to Willey during the days after her husband’s death said that Willey seemed disengaged in the aftermath of his suicide and practicalities of arranging the funeral. She “didn’t cry, she didn’t dwell or even speak of Ed,” Tripp said in her testimony. Instead Kathleen talked obsessively about her encounter with the president. Willey worried that her husband’s suicide would be enough to spook the president from having anything to do with her on a personal level. Willey’s financial situation was also a clue to why she would lie. Her late husband’s Richmond law practice had provided what prosecutors often called a “big lifestyle”: designer clothes, luxury sports cars, first class travel, and exciting political and social events. Her husband had embezzled $250,000 from two clients a brother and sister named Anthony Lanasa and Josephine Abbott. Her husband had confessed this to her a few days before he died. He left his widow to fend of the litigation that ensued when Lansa and Abbott moved to recoup their losses. His total debt the day he died was nearly $1 Million. Kathleen was then laid off in 1995.

conclusion: She and her lawyer Daniel Gecker (a known Clinton hater) started to play the Jones camp against the Clinton camp. She had decided by the spring of 1997 that her old and unconsummated filtration with Clinton might yield financial gain after all. She was desperate to pay off the $1 million debt and having taken menial jobs at a bakery and beauty salon in Richmond, she decided to make up the story of sexual assault in order to sue for damages.

2. Dolly Kyle

Her claim to fame: Kyle alleges that she and Clinton had an affair for nearly 20 years, from 1974 until 1992. She was a childhood friend of Clinton’s, meeting him in school when she was 11 years old.In her book Hillary the Other Woman, Kyle says that she dated Bill Clinton all throughout high school, having sex with him for the first time after graduation and continuing to sleep with him on and off throughout his time in law school, while he was governor of Arkansas, and while he was running for president, according to The Daily Mail.During her deposition in the Paula Jones case, Kyle said that Clinton suddenly stopped returning her calls in January 1992 in the midst of the Gennifer Flowers scandal. She says that Clinton was worried about her recording their conversations like Flowers had done. She claims that Clinton at one point had slept with over 2,000 people and admitted to being a sex addict.

Facts and holes in her claim:

1. She was a childhood friend of Bill’s but they did not have an affair.

2. If they had an affair that long it would overlap with the Gennifer Flowers affair (which was already proven to be over exaggerated.) It makes no sense since men who have affairs do not typically continue the affairs for several years. Kyle’s claim seems faulty because if Bill could supposedly carry out and be “faithful” enough to have affairs with both Gennifer and Dolly for years why couldn’t he be faithful to his wife who he had more in common with? Sex addicts do not typically continue long lasting affairs with the same women.This defeats her whole claim of Bill having 2,000 sex partners since in order for that to happen he would have to be very mobile and not continuing an affair with two women for several years.

3. It makes sense that Bill would stop calling her out of fear that she would begin to record their conversations the way Flowers had. Flowers had made tapes taking what Bill said out of context and Larry Nichols had been reaching out to any women he could find to lie about Bill so it makes sense that he would stop talking to women on the phone even if they were only friends.

Here’s what Bill said about her in the Paula Jones deposition:

Conclusion: Dolly seems like a lovesick childhood friend who felt betrayed because she was duped into thinking Bill and Gennifer had a relationship and she felt cheated not knowing. She probably also had an unrequited crush on the president and felt led on so she turned against him.

Fun fact: Both Kathleen and Dolly were on infowars so that tells you what type of credibility they have.

Info wars is listed as being actual fake news and is listed under CBS’s list of Fake news sites to watch out for.

3. Paula jones

her claim to fame: Paula Corbin Jones is a former Arkansas state employee who sued U.S. President Bill Clinton for sexual harassment. She claims that he sexually harassed her in the Excelsior Hotel.

analysis: FALSE. It is possible Bill met Paula but they were not alone and he did not sexually harass her.

background on Paula: She had grown up quite poor in a rural country outside of Little Rock, under the strict religious guidance of her father Bobby Gene Corbin. Her father was a Christian fundamentalist and many modern pleasures such as dancing, television, fashionable clothes, and makeup were prohibited in the household. When she was 19 her father died of a heart attack leaving her mother, Delmer Corbin unable to control Paula and her two older sisters. Suddenly Paula could wear short skirts and date men staying out as late as she pleased and sometimes not coming home at all. Her brother-in-law, Mark Brown, with whom she and her mother lived with for several years after her father’s death, worried about her flirtatious sexuality and her choice of boyfriends. Quite rightly since one of them eventually sold nude photos of Paula to Penthouse magazine. In an accompanying article, several of Paula’s former boyfriends described her as what southerners call a “wild child,” promiscuous and bold. Paula graduated high school but dropped out of a local community college before completing her first year there. She went through a series of clerical jobs until she began to work for the Arkansas Industrial Development Commission.

Important: She met Steve Jones, a Northwest Airlines ticket agent and aspiring actor. By the spring of 1991 and her encounter with Bill Clinton they were already living together. They married in 1992. Former coworkers of Steve remembered his animosity towards Clinton and his equally strong support of the Republican ticket in 1992. Jones put Bush-Quayle stickers on his locker and his gymbag. He had to be told to take off a Bush-Quayle button from his Northwest uniform. But none of his colleagues had ever heard him say anything about his wife being harassed by Bill Clinton. “Steve would have been screaming bloody murder if something happened to Paula,” a friend told People magazine. “He would have let us know that Clinton was a scumbag.” People who knew Paula and Steve thought that he had pushed her into pursuing a vendetta against the president, to promote either his political views or his acting career or both.

Facts:

1. Around May 23, 1994, Newsweek interviewed several people around the Arkansas capitol who scoffed at her claims. Jones was described as an unreliable, self dramatizing person who had made a pest of herself hanging outside the governor’s office prattling on about Clinton’s sex appeal like a starstruck teenager.

2. Charolette Brown (Paula’s sister) said that before Paula left for Washington, she boasted that “either way it (the trial) went, It smelled like money.”

3. Paula Jones has repeatedly lied about her past, claiming that she had never posed for nude photos ( photos which ran repeatedly in Penthouse when discovered) and that she was sexually naive when the alleged harassment took place (even though her own family states that she proudly proclaimed that she had slept with 15 men before she turned 17).

4. the attorneys who represented Paula Jones (in1998) are from the conservative Rutherford Institute. This institute, which proclaims that it exists to defend religious freedoms from government interference, was unable to honestly answer the question as to why they are involved in so obviously a secular dispute as the issues which Paula Jones' case raise.

5. John W. Whitehead, founder of the Rutherford Institute, is author of the book "The Second American Revolution", an instruction book for fundamentalists which describes how Christians can take over the government and force their beliefs on the rest of the nation. His foundation also continues to distribute the so-called "Clinton Chronicle" videos. These videos, created by the Rev. Jerry Fallwell, accuse Clinton of everything from drug and gun running to cocaine abuse and corruption and even murder. It has already been mentioned in my previous text post that Paula jones received $1,000 for her appearance in the Clinton Chronicles.

6. "Paula Jones Legal Fund" had collected over $250,000 in contributions purportedly for her legal defense, the "Fund" is actually a for-profit, sole proprietorship run by Susan Carpenter-McMillan. This "Legal Fund" has been used for, according to the Arkansas Democrat Gazette, purchasing Jones a personal home computer, merchandise at Nordstrom's, appointments at various beauty salons, a membership to a health club and to board her dog, Mitzy, in a kennel.

7. Daniel Traylor (one of Paula’s first lawyers before she changed like she always did) cited his client’s story to George Cook, a little Rock businessman and Clinton supporter. Traylor told him that “if she (paula) did not get money, that she would embarrass him (Clinton) publicly.” The lawyer suggested that for $250,000 Paula would go away. He also added that an acting job for Steve Jones provided by successful Tv producer Harry Thomason, a close Clinton associate “would help.” Cooks rejected this idea and said it was preposterous and reported it to Clinton’s lawyers.

Conclusion: Paula Jones was an opportunist who wanted money and got it. Today her net worth is $700 thousand despite her claims of not wanting money.

so the next time a trump supporter calls Bill a rapist you’ll be better armed with this knowledge but I’m sure it will just go over there head and they will be like:

sources:

http://www.anotherperspective.org/advoc160.html

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/537262.The_Hunting_of_the_President

http://heavy.com/news/2016/10/dolly-kyle-bill-clinton-sexual-history-accuser-accusers-women-affair-juanita-broaddrick-paula-jones-hillary-partner/

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/politics/special/pjones/docs/clintondep031398.htm

#proofofarightwingconspiracy #politics #the clintons #Bill Clinton #hillary clinton #Hillary Rodham #billary

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Cheap Thrills Deleted Scene

This scene was cut from the beginning of chapter 9, it’s unedited full of mistakes and probably doesn’t make any sense. It’s just gathering dust and it seems a shame to delete all of it so have a deleted scene, with my compliments!

It was a while before I let them break the hug, there was a hollow space in my heart that was being filled with anxiety and fear. Holding close the trio that promised to protect me and Charlie just made it a little bit easier to breathe.

After Rose had coaxed me to sit down at the table, both her and Jasper tried to make me go to bed but I refused to go anywhere without listening to what Emmett had learned.

“Oh come on, you were tired when we were at the Hospital.” Jasper urged, though I wasn't sure if he just wanted me out of the way or is he was concerned for my well-being. Still I stubbornly sat in my chair and folded my arms.

“Not tired now.” I chided and folded my arms childishly. “I'm not budging if you're about to have the meeting I sense you are.” They all had the decency to look a little guilty at being caught doing exactly what I thought they were going to.

Rose sighed heavily but stood and clicked on the kettle.

“Well, let's get you a cup of tea, this might take a while.”

We moved into the living room to get more comfortable, tea in hand I turned expectantly towards Emmett.

“So, did you find anything?” Emmett stood and dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out a cracked piece of what looked like pottery.

“Yes and no. I followed Charlie's trail, but it stopped at the other side of the forest, where I found this. It's got that same scent you guys found earlier, not sure what it was part of.” He passed the piece of pottery over to Jasper, who was sat next to me so I placed my tea on the coffee table and turned my full attention to what he was holding. It was a naked tube shaped piece of clay, there was a crack running down it and it was slightly hollow on the inside. Jasper brought it to his face and sniffed it carefully.

“No doubt, this is the same thing that was outside earlier. Is it some kind of teapot spout?” I pried it out of his fingers and examined it.

“No, no hole at the top, and look at these ridges...it looks more like a-” Rose's sudden appearance at my shoulder made me hesitate and jump lightly.

“Like an ornate spoon handle, maybe?” She offered as she turned it over in my palm.

“Get off the tea set, I don't think Charlie had crumpets and scones, then slipped and got knifed by gangster leeches.” I corrected.

“Yeah, that was a serious logic jump. What do you think it is then?” I picked it up out of my hands and rolled it lightly between my fingers before wiggling my pinkie on the inside.

“It's a finger, see?” Emmett snorted as I poked Rose in the nose with it. Said blonde rolled her eyes and confiscated the “finger”.

“It is not a finger, dummy. It's got to be off something more like pottery, honestly, the stuff you come out with.” I pouted and leaned over to grab my tea.

“Pssh. You thought it was a spoon.” Emmett raised his hand with a grin.

“I'm voting for a finger too!” Rose put her hands on her hips and glared at her husband.

“You're supposed to be on my side!” She indignantly scolded, I laughed and pointed at her.

“Ha! See?! Emmett know sense when he hears it, genius recognises genius, after all.” I said smugly earning a fond look from Emmett.

“Awh, thanks Kali.” I gave him a thumbs up and a toothy smile.

“I gotchu, bro.” Rose sighed in exasperation.

“Okay, you definitely need to go bed, you're calling Emmett a genius.” She ignored the protesting “Hey!” from her husband and took my empty mug from me.

“That was a serious burn Emmett.” Jasper deadpanned with a pained whistle.

“Yeah, third degree, at least.” I nodded along sadly making Emmett sigh miserably and follow his smug wife into the kitchen.

“I'm gonna see if I can get it kissed better.” I giggled and fell back against the sofa sending the kitchen door a fond smile, those two really were adorable together.

“You feeling okay?” Jasper suddenly asked me, pulling me away from my inner cooing.

“What? Oh, yeah, fine. Glad you guys are here to be honest.” I told him with a sheepish smile.

“Me too.” He said as he leaned back to get more comfortable giving me a sidewards smile. I raised an eyebrow and turned to face him, bringing up my knees underneath me and propping my elbow on the top of the sofa.

“Oh, really?” I asked teasingly, earning a gentle prod to my forehead.

“Mind out of the gutter, please. And yes, I am. I know I'd have only worried if I left you alone.” His concern sobered my humour and I sighed.

“I guess Carlisle was right when he said you guys would need to do patrols. Who knows, maybe Charlie will be able to tell us what happened when he comes around and we'll be able to fuck 'em up, lickidy-split.” Jasper raised an eyebrow and looked at me sceptically.

“We?” I frowned and stared him down.

“Damn right 'we'. No chance I'm letting you guys hog all the glory, I'm going to smash this fuckers teeth down his throat for what he did to Charlie.” I vowed hatefully.

“Oh? And what if this person is in fact a Vampire?” I gave him a devilish smirk.

“Then sorry Cowboy, I'm taking you for a ride.” I caught the widening of his golden eyes and the sharp intake of breath. “I'm sorry, whose mind is in the gutter, exactly?” I teased quietly, earning a glare.

“Behave Kali.” He warned, making my smirk widen.

“Not my fault if you're thinking of other things when I tell you I'm going to take your body and wear you out.” I told him huskily. His eyes were darkening as he watched me carefully, there was something about his gaze that was making me slide closer to him, until my knees were touching his thigh.

“Kali...” The way he growled my name sent tingles down my spine, it was a warning but I couldn't help myself.

“Do you want that, Jasper? Want me to take your body? Or maybe...” I leaned up slightly and whispered against his ear, “Do you want to take mine?” Even though there was no blood flow, Jasper's lip was turning white from how hard he gnawing on it.

“You don't play fair.” He muttered, but I could see his body was responding, he had pushed himself closer to me and the arm he hand slung over the sofa was gripping the padding tightly.

I laughed lightly and reached up towards his face, but before I could do anything else, cool hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away, Jasper was suddenly standing, looking extremely flustered. I couldn't hold back my laughter at his expression and clutched my belly.

“Oh wow, your face is the best!” I managed to choke out between giggles. Jasper stared at me slack-jawed for a moment.

“You..that-” He cut himself off and growled angrily at me. “What are you playing at?” His anger sobered up my laughter and I sighed as the last dregs of humour faded.

“Oh don't be such a spoil sport, I was only teasing you.” Jasper folded his arms and turned away from me.

“Yeah, I gathered that.” I snorted.

“Not like that, dork. Besides pretty sure you did worse to me than a little teasing.” I reminded him with a smirk.

“That was completely different.” He argued, I stood and brushed myself off, walking over to him.

“You're right, this time you wanted to kiss me.” Jasper spun to face me, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. “Close your mouth love.” Jasper did as he was told, gnashing his teeth together.

“Go to bed Kali.” I laughed at how bad he was taking this and grabbed onto his arm, even though he tried to shake me off.

“Oh, c'mon, don't be like that. You know what I'm like-”

“Yeah, I got a pretty good idea.” He snidely cut across. I stepped away from him and folded my arms.

“That supposed to mean something?” I asked coolly, raising an eyebrow. Jasper briefly closed his eyes and sighed.

“No, just forget it. Sorry, I'm just...” He trailed off unsure what to say, I found it slightly ironic that the empath wasn't sure what he was feeling.

“A little high strung? It's okay, I think we all are, sorry. I'll behave and go bed.” I told him amicably, the sadness leaking through in my voice as I turned away from to go to bed. I had a feeling Rose and Emmett had been listening, either way I cheerfully called out to them. “Night guys. Wake me up if you hear anything.” I walked away from Jasper, who followed me to the bottom of the stairs.

His hand rested on mine as I grabbed the banister, and stopped me from walking away. I turned to look at him, his dark gold eyes burned into mine.

“Goodnight Jasper.” I said quietly and tugged my hand free of his gentle grasp.

“Kali-” I didn't let him finish and hurried upstairs, to my bedroom, I doubt I wanted to hear whatever he had to say.

The day had been long and one stress piled on top of another, until something as stupid as Jasper rejecting my playful advances and insinuating that I was some promiscuous, desperate, little whore, set me off. Okay, so he didn't say that exactly, but I could sense where he was going with that snide remark.

Normally, I would have just brushed this off, but I think I just wanted comfort even if that was from playful flirting. I didn't mean anything by it, honest.

I ignored the mental snort and got ready for bed, I was pretty sleepy when I thought about it but I just wanted to stay in that warm bubble of comfort the Cullen children had wrapped me in, forever. Maybe I took playing with Jasper a little far, but there was something about him that just brought out the teasing and dirty innuendos, especially when I was looking for a distraction.

“What am I playing at?” I repeated his words to myself as I started hunting for wherever Rose had put away my PJ's. My mind taunted me that I was playing with fire, and one of us were going to end up burned. Probably me seeing as he's a married man and I just got rid of Bella's boyfriend.

It was difficult to ignore the taunting of my tired mind, but I did my utmost to just rush through the motions of getting ready for bed. Changed, teeth and hair brushed, I hopped under the covers and pulled my quilt over my head.

Waking up back home seemed like a far off dream, but right now, I'd give anything to wake up back at my parents house. Back with the familiar sounds of my Mom yelling at her dog for chewing his bones on the rug after she'd just cleaned it and the smell of my Dad cooking up a storm.

It was with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes when I finally fell into an exhausted sleep, praying tomorrow would be better.

Jasper POV

Watching Kali rush up the stairs left a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to run after her, but I didn't know what to say, heck, I didn't even know what just happened. I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a moment just staring blankly at the empty space where I last saw her, when I felt a hand land on my shoulder.

“Come on, I think we're all a little tense.” Rose gently told me and led me towards the kitchen. Sighing heavily I nodded and let her pull me wherever she wanted to go.

“Yeah, you're not wrong there.” I mumbled and fell into a spare seat next to Emmett, my head falling on the table.

“Sounds like you've got it rough, buddy.” Emmet started, I lifted my head and shot him a scathing look.

“What's that supposed to mean?” I asked with half-hearted irritation. Emmett shrugged but I could see he was fighting off a grin.

“Nothing man, nothing. Just gotta suck crushing on your brothers ex, is all.” I stiffened but before I could form a response, Rose thwacked her husband on the head.

“Don't tease him...that's Kali's job.” Emmett covered his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter and threw an arm around his wife, tugging her close to him.

“You're savage, and I love you.” I groaned and dropped my head back on the table.

“I am not 'crushing' on Kali...but I think she's crushing on me.” Rose snorted and started tidying up around the kitchen.

“I think you're crushing on each other, but whatever you need to tell yourself.” I sighed heavily and threw them both a glare, dragging my head up from the table once more.

“Give it a rest. I said I'm not, besides did you forget I'm married?” I reminded them irritably. They shared a look and I felt fleeting amusement pass through the depressed cloud hanging over me.

“And how's that working out for you?” Rose asked bluntly making even Emmett turn to her in shock.

“Rose...” He warned, but she didn't back down, staring at me intently with bright gold eyes from her afternoon hunt.

“Yeah, Rose.” I repeated, my irritation rising. This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have, especially not right now.

“No, c'mon, I want to hear what's going through your mind. You won't call Alice, she won't talk to you and she's been gone way too long. Your control was always at its weakest whenever she left you alone, even if it was just a couple of hours, yet now you can sit next to Kali all day, and you've even managed to be around her when she's bleeding. What's going on with you?” Her vague accusations were making my blood boil, but I knew she had a point.

“I don't know.” I managed to spit out through clenched teeth. Rose clicked her tongue and rested her hands haughtily on her hips.

“You don't know? Well start figuring it out Jasper, the last thing we need is you with your heart divided when shits hitting the fan.” I matched Rose's glare and pushed myself away from the table.

“I'm trying to understand Rose, what the fuck does this have to do with you? My heart isn't 'divided', I know what I want.” I argued much to her amusement, apparently.

“Oh? You just said you don't know, so now you do? Be honest with yourself, and with Kali. You're not being fair.” She chided.

“I'm not being fair? Are you kidding me?! Have this conversation with my damn wife! She's the one that's fucked off and left me behind, for gods sake, I'm terrified to call her because I'm almost certain she's going to tell me the divorce papers are in the damn mail!” Emmett stood automatically as I stepped up to his wife, I wasn't going to launch myself at her but I was furious that she was putting all of this on me.

Rose sighed and stepped back in defeat, leaning against the sink.

“You're right, but I think she'd hang up if she didn't already choose not to answer if she saw why I was calling. And Kali's got enough on her plate and I'm not adding to that never-ending self-blame she keeps piling up on it. You have to know that this isn't right Jasper, your control's been insanely good since she left, I'm not saying it's because she took off, but you know that doesn't add up.” I sighed and turned away from them, they were exhausting me and for a Vampire, that was a pretty big issue.

I couldn't pinpoint exactly what had changed since Kali came along, but Rose was right, something definitely had. She didn't strengthen my resolve, she didn't keep me controlled like Alice had, but the idea of drinking from her repulsed me. If my reaction to Charlie was anything to go by, I'd say it was just her though. I'd never met a human that I couldn't picture myself draining, before Kali took over Bella, there were many times I caught myself wondering how good her blood would taste, but now... I just couldn't.

“Look I'm sorry, I just don't want anyone to get hurt, least of all you.” Rose told me kindly as she rested a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her over my shoulder and tried for a smile, though it probably came out as more of a grimace

“I know you care but this is...confusing. I'm sorry, it's not much of an explanation.” Rose's smile softened and she gave my shoulder a brief squeeze, before stepping back into Emmett's embrace.

“Well if you want help figuring it out, we're here for you. I don't mean to push, I only do it because I care.” She offered with a sheepish shrug.

It seemed like Emmett was the only one out of the entire household still holding it together, and even then he'd been incredibly quiet the whole day. It was just his was of processing tense situations, I'd only seen him sober up from his natural mirth like this a handful of times. Heck, just without his humour I think we'd all felt ten times more depressed.

Retreating back to my seat I sighed heavily, sleep would forever elude me, barring the three minutes of unconsciousness when Kali stopped using my body. It would almost be worth the headache afterwards if I could get a reprieve from the waking world just for now.

And as if Satan himself had heard me and decided to grant me the headache I was considering going through, my phone rang.

“Hey there, Fucknut!” I groaned and let my head thump the table.

“Peter, if you're about to warn me that I'm about to be attacked, torn apart, and thrown on a pyre; please don't. Just let me die, I'm utterly done.” I grumbled down the phone at my brother.

“Whoa, calm down dearest, I was just calling to check up on you. I've not been feeling anything concrete lately, but I do care you know?” He defended, almost sounding like I'd hurt his feelings.

“Sorry, it's been a rough day.” I apologised and sat straighter. “Thing's have been going a little crazy here.” Instead of the usual smartass remark, Peter hummed thoughtfully.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” He offered easily bringing a light smile to my face.

“I don't know, we've got a lot on right now and I don't even know where to begin.” A honeyed feminine voice cut off Peter.

“Start from the top hon, we've got all night.” Charlotte always was the better listener and if she was with him then the conversation wouldn't be cut off for dirty jokes every 5 minutes.

Rose and Emmett smiled encouragingly at me and sat down, waiting for me to explain everything. Maybe they were hoping talking about the entire day would reveal something we'd missed, or maybe they were just hoping that Peter and Charlotte would figure out something we hadn't.

So I went through the entire day with them, briefly covering what had happened after Peter's last phone call too.

“So she can steal bodies? Well shit, never would'a guessed that one. What's it like?” I rolled my eyes, thought Peter took a lot of convincing before he even called his power a power, he'd always thought Vampire's with extra gifts were fascinating.

“For her? You'd have to ask, but for everyone else, you lose consciousness and wake up with a killer headache. By the feel of it the more times she uses it in a day, the worst the headache is for both parties. Sounds like it's more trouble than it's worth but then, it's not my power, I just end up being on the receiving end more often than not.”

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Girls Gets Job Loses Boy

Women, work and romance in the movies.

Quick—think of a movie where the male protagonist gets fired at the end of a movie. No, he doesn't die, but at the end, he is left without a job. Sure, there are plenty of films that start that way, but is the crisis resolved with an unemployed man? How about a movie where a man is forced to choose between a woman and a job? You know, a movie in which at the end the man has to choose either to be successful in his career or to be successful with his wife. He can't have it all. Thought of one? Let me know, because I couldn't think of a single Hollywood film in which men face the choices presented to women in most films involving career women today.

Fifty years after one of the most dramatic changes in the economics of the 20th century, the increase in the number and types of women in the workplace, Hollywood is still ambivalent and culturally unready to let go of old myths. According to recent census statistics, in close to 80 percent of all marriages both the husband and the wife work, and in just over 40 percent the wife makes about the same as or more than the man. Yet in most films of the past thirty years, women seem unable to hold onto both their careers and their men. Today's mainstream movies don't involve present-day choices, but throwback fantasies, when women had to choose between economic power and relationships.

If you're a working class girl who becomes powerful fighting the status quo, the odds are against permanent romance. A decade after the Pretty Woman limousine ride that took her out of her ghetto and away from the oldest profession to be supported by Richard Gere's wealthy businessman, Julia Roberts plays street-smart Erin Brockovich who loses her Hells Angels hottie when she dedicates herself to her new career fighting corporate greed. Her babysitting man feels that she just doesn't have enough time for him. Of course, we have seen this before. In Norma Rae (1979), another true story of a proletarian do-gooder with a promiscuous past, Sally Field's textile worker awakens to union organizing while her new husband complains of neglect and is unsupportive of her work.

If you're a successful, ethical career woman, you will lose your lover. Barbara Streisand's activist radio producer loses her writer husband played by Robert Redford after insisting that "people are their principles" in The Way We Were (1973). And then there's another producer played by Holly Hunter, in Broadcast News (1987), who, early in the film, complains that "she is starting to repel people that she is trying to attract" until she finally charms good-looking anchorman William Hurt. Despite the hopeful condom tucked into her purse, their relationship is pretty chaste, consisting of one kiss and plans for vacation that doesn't pan out. By the end of the film, the two men in her love triangle have made other permanent arrangements: Albert Brooks' Aaron is married with a son, and William Hurt is engaged to a look-alike fiancée. While Hunter claims to have some "fella" in the wings, we don't see any sign of permanence, and she is probably doomed to lonely success.

And if you're an unethical career woman, you'll be even lonelier. First, you will create chaos, unknowingly or consciously, in the families of the men you desire, and then you will be punished by desertion, death, or perpetual singledom. Sally Field's reckless journalist in Absence of Malice (1981) causes a suicide and loses Paul Newman's affection. In Fatal Attraction (1987), Glenn Close's stylish editor loses her mind -- not to mention her career -- when she desperately goes after her one-night-stand who is happily married to a stay-at-home wife. And then there's Faye Dunaway's news producer in Network (1976) who destroys the marriage of the crotchety editor played by William Holden while she looks forward to the on-air suicide of broadcaster Howard Beale as a ratings boost. On a lighter note, the successful restaurant critic played by Julia Roberts tries and fails to break up her best-friend's marriage to Cameron Diaz's college dropout and soon to be stay-at-home wife in My Best Friend's Wedding (1997).

If you lose your job at the hands of a man, you may be able to work it out. In Jerry Maguire (1996), Renee Zellweger is a single mom who quits her job to follow the sports agent played by Tom Cruise into his own agency. She soon loses that job when Cruise's company fails, and it's only after she is no longer working for him that he turns around to tell her that she "completes him." In You've Got Mail (1998), Meg Ryan is put out of business when Tom Hanks' tycoon opens up a Barnes & Nobles-like mega -bookstore that takes over her Upper West Side neighborhood. After she has fired all of her employees and is forced to shut down her store, she not only does not harbor ill feelings toward the man who put her out of work, but begins a friendship with him at Starbucks, the take-over coffee chain that has put hundreds of little coffee shops around the corner out of business.

So what's a modern movie woman got to do to keep a man and a job around here?

For one thing, pretend to be somebody you're not. In Working Girl (1988), Melanie Griffith portrays a big-haired secretary with "a head for business and a bod for sin," who takes over from her thieving boss by faking her position in the firm and stealing her boyfriend. And in Down with Love (2003), Renee Zelweiger's best-selling author develops an elaborate scheme of entrapment involving the development of a female prototype of a confirmed bachelor.

For another, stop being so damn smart. In Bridget Jones's Diary (2001), another Zellweger vehicle, her speech at a literary event is a disaster, making her look stupid and ridiculous in front of Britain's literati, as does her pratfall in front of the television audience when she slides down the pole of a firehouse as a would-be reporter. Yet super-hunk barrister, Mark Darcy, played by super-hunk Colin Firth dumps his intelligent colleague for the inarticulate and intellectually challenged Bridget.

And if you are smart, carry a gun, work with animals, or serve food. While the love story is not crucial in Coen brothers' films, both Fargo (1996) and Raising Arizona (1987) feature married policewomen, and Sandra Bullock's "ugly duckling" detective turned beauty queen gets her man in Miss Congeniality (2000). In a lesser-seen Roberts' movie, Something to Talk About (1995), husband Dennis Quaid tells wife Roberts that he cheated on her not because he felt neglected by her pursuit of her career, but because she'd failed to complete her passion. If she had pursued her own dream of being a big animal veterinarian, he claims, he wouldn't have had an affair. In the end, Roberts takes veterinary classes and their romance rekindles. And, in The Truth About Cats & Dogs (1996), talk-show vet played by Janeane Garofalo finally gets the guy (after, incidentally, pretending to be someone else). Jennifer Aniston' waitress in the comedy Office Space (1999) gets and keeps a boyfriend. And, in the Martin Scorsese flick Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1974), another harried waitress, played by Ellen Burstyn, lands Kris Kristofferson's sexy rancher.

Interestingly Kristofferson's character was dropped when the movie was made into the television series "Alice," as the writers recognized that perpetual dating is more intriguing than coupledom - at least when it comes to female leads. Certainly the most successful career women on television, Mary Richards and Murphy Brown, never had the permanent love of a good man. Even in "Sex and the City," the landmark series featuring career women over the age of 35, it wasn't until the finale that all four female characters resolved their search for love, with Carrie Bradshaw finally landing paramour Big after quitting her job. Compared to Hollywood, however, that's progress, since 50 percent of "Sex"'s women had both a job and a man at the end. It's obvious that in a series goals can't be achieved if you want to keep the viewers hooked.

But why can't a woman have it all in a two-hour movie? Why, in the world of happy Hollywood endings, are women's choices unreflective of modern society? Why, for example, when adapting the novel, Under the Tuscan Sun (2003), did the filmmakers change the book's ending to successful female writer loses man?

Movies are million-dollar enterprises built on prevailing concepts of what people want to see. This is why men without jobs are not part of most films. Perhaps in the same way that movies do not reflect the reality of race and diversity in American society, Hollywood believes that audiences are not ready for a culture of powerful women who do not have to make simple choices between a man and a career. As our movies have only slowly begun to echo some of the diversity present in modern America, perhaps we can anticipate new narrative structures in the romantic feature film. The success of independent films like My Big Fat Greek Wedding (2002), whose female lead finds both a successful career and a loving relationship, may demonstrate to producers that audiences are ready for a woman who has both a career and a man. And I look forward to a time when Hollywood will mimic modern reality in showing that the dominant paradigm is not woman gets job, loses man, but working men and women trying to work it out.

First Printed in On the Page magazine. Reprinted with permission.

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