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California Fornication //

Two — ‘Odds Are?’

Summary: In the wake of Roosters belligerent act of violence, you try your best to remain calm. But if anything Jake Seresin showing up in North Island is only just the beginning of a whirlwind shit show.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating. Love Triangle x2. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin xF!reader. Question ing Morality. Angst.

Word Count: 2.7k

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“I lied—“ You could remember it all too well, the moment you felt at your weakest. Your most vulnerable. “I’m not out of this relationship.” A week ago your entire world had come crashing down when the man you loved turned out to be married. You’d told him you were out. Point blank, end of discussion. But you weren’t.

“Siren—“ Bradley sighed as he looked over your shoulder to where his wife stood watching the interaction unfold from the veranda of the Hard Deck. “We can’t, not here.”

“I’m in.” You didn’t care that she was watching, you needed to get this off your chest. “I’m so in it’s humiliating because here I am begging.”

“Y/n—“ Bradley tried to interrupt but you held your finger up. Stopping him from saying anything more.

“Shut up, you say Y/n and I yell remember so why don’t we skip the yelling and I just tell you how I really feel?”

“Yeah—“ Bradley sighed as he pocketed his car keys. “Yeah okay.” You took a breath in and exhaled slowly. Ready to wear your heart on your sleeve.

“Here it is.” You tried your best to remain as calm as you could. “Here’s your choice, Rooster.” It was just you and Bradley, out by his Bronco under the festoon lights that lit up the car park of the Hard Deck. “Your choice? It’s simple—her, or me.” It was clear cut and dry. No one way around the fact. “And I’m sure she’s really great, but Bradley I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d said it without Rooster saying it back. You just thought he needed more time, but as it turned out he was already married. Perhaps it was a good thing after all he’d never said it back. It would have hurt more to know he did than to wonder if he ever did at all.

“I love you in a really really big—pretend to like your music kind of way.” You had to hold yourself together so that the tears welling in your eyes didn’t stream down your cheeks as you pleaded with the man who’d made you fall in love with him to choose you. “I love you in a let you have the last silence of cheesecake kind of way—a sit beside you pretending to be interested in learning how to play the piano unfortunate kind of way that makes me hate you, yet love you kind of way.” You admitted as Rooster just started at you with an unreadable expression. “So pick me, choose me, love me, please Bradley.”

The silence was as loud as it could have been. And in those silent seconds that passed. You knew.

“I can’t, I’m married Y/n.” Five words were all it took for Bradley Bradshaw to rip your heart through your chest. “I’m sorry.”

It was the hardest thing to hear, and yet it still played on repeat throughout your mind all day and all night. You just weren’t good enough.

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“What the hell is your problem!”

“Eleven years!” Bradley hissed as you shoved him out of the Hard Deck and onto the front porch. “Eleven years we were married!” He rambled on as you watched Rooster place the makeshift ice pack Penny had made him over his knuckles.

You stood leaning against the post by the stairs he’d just walked down—watching with your arms crossed over your chest as he paced up and down the sandy gravel pathway.

“That means eleven sets of birthdays, Christmas’s and thanksgivings, Siren! Eleven wedding anniversaries!” It was clear that Bradley was enraged. “He doesn’t get to just show up again after what he did!” But it wasn’t all those memories that were tarnished by an affair that had made Bradley Bradshaw risk his career by breaking his hand on the jaw of the man who slept with his wife.

No.

It was the way he saw your eyes light up with a mischievous glint while you laughed with Hangman that had him making strides over to where you sat.

Bradley wasn’t about to let Jake get his dirty hands all over you too. Fuck his marriage and fuck his wife. He’d made a mistake letting you go. Letting her back into his life when he’d just begun to heal. He should have chosen you. He loved you. Truly. But marriage still meant something to him. Enough at least to try just one more time.

“Rooster, I’m not the person who you should be talking about this with, talk about it with your wife.” You sighed defeatedly, like you were still being strung along by an invisible string that connected your heart to his. All you wanted was to hold him. To feel his arms wrapped around you. To laugh with him again, to feel that warm warmth he brought to your life. But instead all you felt was a coldness, a temperature so cool it burned to the touch. Leaving you alone, forever the other woman. The mistress.

Club of one.

“Penny wants you to go home and sleep it off.” Katie groaned as she stomped out of the Hard Deck. She made no attempt to acknowledge your presence as she walked right past you and down the front steps. “How’s your hand?” She asked as you watched the clearly distressed couple argue. Wondering when the divorce papers would come flying out of Roosters back pocket.

“What’s he doing here Kate?” Bradley growled. Her hand came to rub small circles against the small of Rooster's back. She helped to guide him over to where the Bronco was parked. Against his will—he moved.

“How the hell should I know?” She replied sharply. “Please, let’s just go home and talk about this.”

You didn’t stay out of the decking for much longer. You could hear the sound of Jake's nose cracking under the force of Roosters fist in your mind over and over again. Enough that you felt a little guilty for possibly being the reason he was gushing blood.

“Where’s—?” You didn’t even need to say his name before Penny was gesturing over towards where the bathrooms were. With lips pressed into a fine line you nodded. “Thanks.”

“He’s not all that bad of a guy.” She added before you could even begin to walk away. “I don’t know the full story but if I know Hangman it’s that under that thick layer of confidence, he’s just looking for a friend.” You listen with a small nod. Deciding you’d go check on the guy in case his septum was deviated.

“Can I have a washcloth?”

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“Rooster and I always did have the same taste in women.” It wasn’t hard to get lost in the clear emerald skies of Jake Seresins eyes as he sat up on the bench next to the sink in the bathroom of the Hard Deck.

“Excuse me?” You asked softly as you worked to clean the mix of dried and fresh blood from his face. Gently dabbing away at the mess that trickled down his face with the wet cloth Penny had given you. Soaked in warm water—standing between Jake's legs as they dangled over the edge of the bench.

You’d found Jake staring at himself in the mirror, probably trying to figure out if his nose was broken or not. When you entered the bathroom he was honestly surprised to see you. He thought for sure Rooster would have thrown you over his shoulder and taken you home.

But it wouldn’t be the first time Jake was wrong about his best friend.

“You’re Rooster's lusty Wingwoman right?” Jake asked as his eyes drank you in. Watching as you carefully studied every line, every little imperfect blemish on his face. He was beautiful. “I heard about you all the way out on the Pacific.” He explained. “You’re famous.” You couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face. “The thorn in the side of the Bradshaws rekindlement.”

Huh, that was a new one. You hadn’t heard that one before. It was actually quite poetic.

“Well, I’ve heard about you all the way back here in North Island so I guess we have a lot in common.” No one ever spoke about Jake. Not Payback or Phoenix or Bob even. They all just pretend like he never existed. That he’d committed an act of utter betrayal. It was only after Bradley’s wife had come back to town that he told you everything.

It was easy enough to see who’s side in all this they’d all chosen. But it wasn’t easy to understand why no one told you until you’d already fallen head over heels for a married man.

“We’re just the dirty mistresses.” Jake teased as you gently worked away at the blood on his face. Immediately he was addicted to your laugh, the way you lit up the entire room when you did so. “Isn’t that right sweetheart.”

You couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to your cheeks at the term of endearment that slipped past Jake's lips.

“I suppose we are Hangman, I suppose we are.” Jake was easy to be around, that was the first thing you made your mind up about. Sure, the whole questionable relationship with a married woman was still yet to be addressed but nevertheless.

“My therapist says behind this rugged and confident exterior I’m— self destructive and self loathing to an almost pathological degree.” Jake grinned as you paused your movement, you held his head still in your cloth free hand in the comfortable silence that lingered for mere seconds.

“Hey, guess we do have a lot in common.” Why the hell did Bradley have to go and ruin such a pretty face? “Mine says the same thing.” Jake was thankful for your gentle touch, he was starting to think Rooster may have broken his nose. Only a trip to urgent care and time would tell.

“You know it’s funny—“ Jake began as he watched you rinse out the blood stained cloth into the sink beside where he sat shirtless, blood stained the white T-shirt he’d once been wearing. “Bradshaw walks in on me naked with his wife, actually in the throws—“ You listened as you worked, running warm water over the cloth to not shock Jake's bruised and swollen skin when you went back to attending to his wounds. “And he just turns around and walks away.”

You couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like. To watch two people you trust and love commit such an act of betrayal. You felt for Rooster, you did. But it didn’t change the fact he never told you until after his wife, Katie ‘South’ Bradshaw, was shaking your hand and labeling you the mistress in all this mess.

Not to mention no one sold him out. Coyote, Fanyboy, even Bob had Bradley’s back. They kept his wife a secret. Kept his entire life a lie until it was unraveled before you in spectacular fashion.

“But he so much as sees me talking to you? And I’m on the ground with a bloody broken nose.” Jake continued to explain what he thought was already the case. That Rooster was in love with you. Period. “Interesting, don't you think?”

It didn’t require a engineering degree to put together what Jake was insinuating.

“Doesn’t matter what Bradley thinks—he chose his wife, the woman he made vows to.” You’d decided in that moment you were done cleaning Jake's face but stayed standing between his legs. You made no attempt to remove his hands from where they had settled on your hips. “He doesn’t need to get defensive over who I choose to talk to, he doesn’t get to stake a claim when he’s married.”

“He might still be married but he’s not in love with her.” Jake sighed as he pulled you a little closer by your hips with just enough force to have you reaching out for stability. Your hands softly landed on his shoulders—the sudden sensation of your touch made Jake's skin prickle with Goosebumps.

“What are you doing here?” You asked softly, intrigued by the chaos Jake seemed to bring with him. “Back in North Island?” Jake didn’t answer right away. He’d been too busy drinking in the expanse of your face. From the fine lines that littered your nose when you crinkled it to the way your eyes swirled like deep pools of hope and displeasure all in one.

“I’m here for Katherine—“ Those four vulnerable words made you feel more understood than you ever had in the last few weeks. It felt like there wasn’t another soul alive that could relate to your situation. “Which is as dehumanising as it sounds but, she’s the reason I came back.”

“You’re still in love with her?” You asked as you tried to access the swollen nose that Jake wore with regret.

“You’re still in love with him.” Jake didn’t need to question it, he already knew it to be true. You didn’t look at someone the way you looked at Bradley even when you were trying your best to avoid the man at all costs. He knew that simply because he laid awake at night thinking about the woman he loved who’d kissed him the night her husband was in the hospital—laid up post Uranium mission.

Jake should have stopped it, but he didn’t. He just felt lucky enough to be loved in the dark. In secret. Because no one ever loved Jake Seresin first.

And even worse, Jake was still in love with the very woman who’d spun the narrative in her favour. That he’d been the one who initiated the affair. But it hadn’t been him. It was her.

Ignorance is bliss so they say. So Jake kept his adultering mouth shut and let the lie run its course. Turns out little white lies do hurt. He lost his posting, his best friend, the woman he loved, everything.

“She won’t choose you, you know.” You didn’t mean for it to sound so cold, so as you spoke you ran your fingers through his deep blonde locks. Bringing a touch starved man some solace. “Rooster isn’t the kind of guy you leave if you can help it.” And boy did Katie stick to her husband’s side like superglue.

“Yeah—” The corner of Jake's mouth twitched as he thought to himself. Leaning into your comforting touch as his eyeline slowly faded into the tiles on the ground. “But what if you’re wrong?” He sighed deeply, still staring at the ground beside where you stood between his legs. “What if, just this once, life comes down on the side of the dirty mistresses?”

Suddenly that club of yours, the one with only one member, had two members in total. The dirty mistresses club. Party of two. You and Jake Seresin.

“Pretty unrealistic, don't you think Seresin?” You chuckled softly as your eyes lingered to Jake’s lips. Slightly parted and plump. His eyes caught yours when you looked back to him and he had to stop himself. He couldn’t—could he? Because what were the odds he’d ruin two of Bradley Bradshaw's relationships? “Us adultering whores never get what we want.”

“What if we decided to change what we wanted?” Jake asked as he closed the gap left between the two of you. His hands worked to guide your hips closer to him and before you knew it? Your lips were pressed against his.

It was heavenly. The way Jake's lips felt against yours. Supple and soft and full of lust. His hands worked to cup at your cheeks as you begged him for more. Slipping your tongue into his mouth as you carded your fingers through his blonde locks. It was everything and nothing all at the same time.

No one held a claim on you, you were free to make your own dumb choices now. And as your hand slipped down between the pair of you to softly land against Jake's jean clad crotch? He groaned into your mouth and bit your bottom lip.

“I don’t even want to think about the consequences of this.” Jake whispered into your mouth as you palmed him through his jeans. “I think he’ll actually kill me.”

“So don’t think.” You replied as you sunk your teeth into his neck. “Just do me.”

As it turned out, those odds seemed pretty fucking high.

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Wolfsong - Book Review

Title: Wolfsong

Creator: TJ Klune

Online Rating: 4.36/5

Personal Rating: 5/5

Warning(s): Sexual content, Loss of virginity, Murder, Violence, Implied child abuse, Mentions of rape, Supernatural, M/M, and Gore.

Standalone, or Series: Series - 4 Books - Completed

Pages: 494

Summary: Ox was twelve when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left. Ox was sixteen when he met the boy on the road. The little boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the little boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the little boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane. Ox was seventeen when he found out the little boy’s secret and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet, of Alpha and Beta and Omega. Ox was twenty-three when murder came to town and tore a hole in his head and heart. The boy chased after the monster with revenge in his bloodred eyes, leaving Ox behind to pick up the pieces. It’s been three years since that fateful day—and the boy is back. Except now he’s a man, and Ox can no longer ignore the song that howls between them.

Review: Absolutely F***ING AMAZING! This is definitely a good book! So good with every. Single. PART and WORD! The details and the way T.J. wrote this book was perfection. He wrote this so well and so fantastic I can’t get over it. I don’t think I’ve been so into a book like I am with this one in a long time. Every scene had meaning, and was overall perfect! I can’t stress the word perfect enough 😂 I was over the moon for this book. TJ doesn’t write overly long sentences or paragraphs, but it all had so much meaning behind it. How he explained how the Bennett’s lived, how to be a wolf, the differences between everything and anything! You’ll never be confused about anything, even the kinda complicated parts or information.

Ox is a very shy, lonely, and kinda a depressed kid in the beginning and maybe even near the end of the book. He meets a kid named Joe, who before they met hasn’t spoken in over a year, and they just instantly click. Joe is my little bean! I just want to cuddle him and give him the world! He’s destined to be the next Alpha of his pack, following in his fathers footsteps. He went through some very traumatic things at a young age that nearly broke him. When he met Ox, he instantly knew he was going to be his everything and more to him. This book is full of love and family - pack pack pack - and they can’t stress the word “Pack” enough. To the point it’s always said three times! Even when tragedy keeps striking, they keep each other close with the bond of their pack. Even if it means very drastic measures have to be taken. Without each other they are like lone wolves, and with that, they keep each other close in their hearts. I highly recommend this book to EVERYONE (16 and up at least.) And I promise on my f***ing soul, you will not regret reading this. I’m waiting for this to be a movie to be honest. 5 stars, but I wish I could give it more.

I also tend to compare this book, and the whole series honestly, to other alpha/omega books because it just makes so much sense and is so good. You’ll meet a lot of interesting and amazing characters in this book. The series isn’t just about Ox and Joe, so the other books are slightly different, but the book series is overall about the Bennett pack.

Negatives: The epilogue wasn’t enough. I felt it was to quick of a scene because it was a slow-burn for well... that! Even though this book was not about sex at all really, they were always talking about mating and how they wanted to mate so badly. There should have been more than just two/three pages in my opinion.

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denimbex1986 · 9 months

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'Oppenheimer star Cillian Murphy defends the inclusion of several controversial sex scenes in Christopher Nolan's new historical drama. Released last week to positive reviews and a strong showing at the box office, Nolan's new movie stars Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer, one of the key figures in the creation of the atomic bomb. The film is Nolan's first to receive an R rating in more than 20 years and the first to feature explicit sex scenes, one of which has caused some controversy in India for the inclusion of the Bhagavad Gita.

In a recent interview with The Sydney Morning Herald (conducted before the onset of the current SAG-AFTRA strike), Murphy offers his defense of Oppenheimer's sex scenes. The actor shares particular praise for Florence Pugh, who plays Oppenheimer's lover Jean Tatlock in the film. Check out Murphy's full comment below:

Those scenes were written deliberately. He knew that those scenes would get the movie the rating that it got. And I think when you see it, it’s so f---ing powerful. And they’re not gratuitous. They’re perfect. And Florence is just amazing.

“I have loved Florence’s work since Lady Macbeth [William Oldroyd’s 2016 period drama about a woman embittered by a loveless marriage] and I think she’s f---ing phenomenal. She has this presence as a person and on screen that is staggering. The impact she has [in Oppenheimer] for the size of the role, it’s quite devastating.”

What Do Oppenheimer's Sex Scenes Add To The Story?

From the outset, Oppenheimer had the makings of a very different kind of Nolan film, with the director best known for action-packed blockbusters. The film is indeed quite a departure from his past work, putting a microscope on one particular character and exploring the deepest and darkest parts of his life, in addition to chronicling the profound impact that he had on the world at large.

Digging into Oppenheimer's real life means including his tumultuous relationship with Tatlock, a member of the Communist Party and a writer for the organization's Western Worker publication. The sex scenes help explain Oppenheimer's state of mind and the specifics of his relationship to Tatlock, which ends in tragedy when she commits suicide in 1944. The sex scenes also further speak to the big impact that women had on his life and career more generally.

Oppenheimer's relationship to Tatlock, of course, also comes back to haunt him later in life after her death, when he is put on trial for his alleged Communist ties. The story of Oppenheimer's life very likely could've been told effectively without the sex scenes, but the brief moments are ultimately in service of Nolan's desire to paint a full, nuanced picture of the theoretical physicist's life. With the Oppenheimer reviews being very positive and early box office numbers exceeding estimates, Nolan's approach has evidently worked.'

#Oppenheimer #Cillian Murphy #Jean Tatlock #Florence Pugh #Christopher Nolan #Lady Macbeth

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Kate NV & Fire-Toolz Live Show Review: 4/6, Sleeping Village, Chicago

BY JORDAN MAINZER

On her latest album WOW (RVNG Intl.), Russian pop singer Kate NV--the same person who once called her bicycle her best friend--eschews surefire humanism in favor of dropping us into a world of digitized inanimate objects. The sounds she presents, sometimes from Found Sound Nation’s Broken Orchestra sample pack, others field recordings, are inviting because they’re familiar, yet not 100% recognizable. Orchestral instruments rub elbows with video game music and clanging silverware on “confessions at the dinner table”, while goofy sitcom motif slap basslines pop up in “oni (they)” and “d d don’t”. The record’s title appropriately reflects the sense of wonder you get from listening to the record, and clearly the mindset Kate Shilonosova occupied when constructing it.

During her Chicago live debut Thursday night at Sleeping Village, Shilonosova actually played mostly songs from 2020′s Room for the Moon, her planned tours for that album cancelled due to the pandemic. She brought the same joyousness that pervades WOW into the minimalist dance of its predecessor. Her robotic, yet aerobic dance moves from the opening notes of “Not Not Not”, through the funky bass and rubbery synths of “Sayonara”, and for the rest of the set fit alongside the roomy beats of the music, even as swirling saxophone, orchestral synth, and blissful arpeggios filled the spaces in between. As jubilant as the music itself, Shilonosova was grateful to be in the room, and for the night, it felt like we were here best friends.

It’s perhaps strange to find Kate NV’s music minimal, but it certainly was compared to the brilliant maximalism of her opener, Chicago mastermind Fire-Toolz. Angel Marcloid’s trademark mix of disparate influences and sounds, everything from smooth jazz saxophone to arena rock guitars and death metal blastbeats and vocals, is far from throwing things at the wall and seeing what sticks. Even though Marcloid, at the end of the set, displayed the announcement that the new Fire-Toolz album, I am upset because I see something that is not there. (Hausu Mountain), would be out the next day “on the Internet where I live,” Fire-Toolz’ music is far more carefully curated than a lot of internet-brained hyperpop. Sure, F-T songs are sometimes like New Age-meets-screamo vignettes, presented in front of visuals that range from deer antlers to uncanny alien people to bootleg-looking Pixar creatures. On paper, it sounds unfiltered, but that it seems straight from the mind of Marcloid to the audience is what makes the music honest and interesting. Marcloid’s choice on I am upset to sing clean vocals makes tracks like “Mantra-ing & Golgotha: Double-Bind (Prequel)” affecting, and the same emotive performance style elevated old tracks like “Soda Lake With Game Genie”, a stadium-sized piano ballad. Kate NV and Fire-Toolz may not be headlining stadiums, but their ideas could fill a million universes.