frenchie why

Picking Up the Cues

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean has a drink with the reader and discovers just because there are feelings here, doesn’t mean that there can’t be feelings over there.  

Word Count: 1818, sorry this went over a drabble.  

Warnings: Flirting, Drinking, Sexually Suggestive Language

A/N: This is written as a continuation of New Discoveries.  This is the tie-in to a series. If you have not read that fic yet, go read it first or start reading under the cut.  This is for @frenchybell ‘s 500 Follower Celebration.  Happy Birthday, girl!  My prompt is “Did I just hear you correctly?” and I was given the gif that is below the cut to use.  Thanks to @impala-dreamer for your excellent beta services!   

You try really hard to not treat the boys any differently now that you know the truth, but after finding out what they are like behind closed doors; it is impossible for things between you not to change.  

Now you know that Sam isn’t just this sweet, adorable guy that you see on a daily basis.  He has a dark side that he keeps hidden from you. You try to forget, try to ignore it.  But every time you think you have forgotten, you catch a look on his face that reminds you of how dark Sam can be.  His eyes darken for a moment and his face becomes very serious, reminding you how much in control he truly desires to be. To say the least, it makes you uneasy.  You are both turned on and terrified by the man hidden from the world.  

You have found yourself avoiding interaction with him as much as possible.  Your conversations have become very short, clipped and business oriented.  You used to talk to Sam about everything and you are positive that he has noticed the change, but for some reason is choosing to not address it with you.  In all honesty, you are glad he is being so cooperative about your shift in interactions. You aren’t positive which Sam you would be confronted with if he ever did bring it up and aren’t sure you want to find out.

Dean is a completely different side of the coin.  Knowing that underneath Dean’s hard, egocentric exterior lies a soft, gentle heart, makes it hard to stay truly mad at him for anything.  Honestly, it makes it difficult for you to dislike him at all.  Your walls are coming down around him and it is happening at an alarming pace. You find yourself playfully bantering with him instead of arguing. Just the other day, you actually laughed at his jokes and even played along with his pranks on Sam.  More than once you have realized, after the fact, that you weren’t just being friendly with Dean, you were being outright flirtatious.  You hope that Dean hasn’t noticed this, but if you are truthful with yourself, you know that he has.

Then, there is what happened just fifteen minutes ago.  

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why feminism in France is pure bullshit

I was walking in the street. Just doing what I have to do, you know. Two White girls were behind me. They seemed to be my age or a little older (18-20). I had my earphones on, but I turned off the music because I was lost and I needed to be concentred on the path I was supposed to follow.

The thing which is so great with having earphones is simply the fact that people thinks that you can’t ear them. Apparently, they had a loooooooot of things to say about me even though I absolutely didn’t know who they were.

“Look how tight her jeans are. She wants to show her ass so bad !”

It was just a pair of skinny jeans. They were wearing the same kind of jeans. My ass was behind the material of the jeans. How is it showing ?

“her hair looks so fake, she must be bald under that big wig like most of Black girls”

“she has had some work done her lips are too big to be natural”

“her ass is just fat it’s not attractive at all”

Envious people (especially females) tend to think that anything they don’t have is fake. And yes, my ass is fat and bounce gracefully at each movement, indeed.

“what a slut

Yes. Finally. That word. I was waiting for it. Really.

This, my friends, is the typical behaviour of French girls in the Streets, at school, at home… EVERYWHERE.

Here, in France, whatever you do; you’re a slut (salope). If you’re not a slut, then you’re a whore (putain/pute). If you’re not a whore, then you're a bitch (traînée/catin). Now you’ve learned some French words and how to consider a woman in France as a man but also as a woman. Yes, French women love to praise gender equality, how being dressed a certain way isn’t an excuse to rape women, that being sexy is not being a slut, that women has the right to be proud of their sexuality just like men… yet, they are the first one to insult other women who dress sexy and embrace their sexuality. They want a feminist expansion and then shrink themselves because they don’t want to be seen as sluts.

Guess what ?

You’re an hypocrite mysoginist slut.

You love to suck your boyfriend’s dick and insult women who do the same and talk about it freely.

You dress sexy at home and take selfies and when you go out you wear more clothes. You’re mad because you can't show some skin like the other women that you criticize; you’re scared to be a slut.

But we are all sluts.

French feminism is a joke. Why ? Because French women are always in competition. They love to bash other women. They love to shame other women for things that they do as well. It doesn’t have any sense. French women are so ashamed of their sexuality, ashamed of their desire. They are just chaining themselves to patriarchal concepts and ask to get free right afterwards. It doesn’t have any sense. You say that men are wrong for telling women who has a lot of sex partners are sluts and when there aren’t men surrouding you anymore, you say that these same women are sluts.

You, French woman, you’ll never have what you want.

Stop being an hypocrite.

Stop thinking that other females are your competitors.

Stop acting like a jealous hating ass frustrated hypocrite.

Stop talking shit. Start to do what you claim so much instead of saying that “men are all bastards that absolutely want to dominate women” because you’re just allowing them to do so by giving the words they use against us more impact.

Feminism isn’t a trend.

You’re just another slut.