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feralnumberfive · 4 years ago

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The Rewatch Academy: Episode 3 of Season 1

“Extra Ordinary”

I am in no way a good analyst so my little analysis and speculations probably sound a bit goofy or pretty wild and probably mean nothing at all. Everything I put into this post about each episode is purely what I noticed or thought, whether it's funny or serious. I will be making jokes, so please just leave it at that (in no way am I trying to make fun of an actor and or character!) I am also in no way saying I noticed this stuff first. This is just what I noticed while rewatching these episodes

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1x01 | 1x02 | 1x03 | 1x04 |

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☂ First off I’d like to say that this is one of my favorite episodes of this season. It’s just soooo good

☂ The second comic book in the window features the Televator from the actual comics, so that has to be canon in the show! Also at the time that that second comic came out, Five had already left since we don’t see him on the cover

☂ It’d be cool if they actually printed Vanya’s book for fans to read

☂ Well Diego isn’t wrong when he called Hazel and Cha Cha animals because of their masks

☂ Honestly I feel Vanya’s struggle with chair placement. I’ve fortunately had the luck of playing in all three clarinet chair placements, but 1st chair is challenging. I personally found each placement very fun to play, especially 3rd, and I hope Vanya does too! (why am I talking like she’s real)

☂ Hazel talks about people living ordinary lives, but didn’t he live like that too at one point? How does The Commission recruit people? If they get ordinary people, do they wipe their memories of their previous lives?

☂ “Let’s see’em get out from behind their desks, get their hands dirty for once.” Well Hazel, Five does indeed do this even though he only had a desk job for a day. Still, he got to experience both worlds

☂ My mind is blanking on this, but how did Five get that cut on his arm? Was it from a bullet wound at Gimbel’s?

☂ Five must have a high pain tolerance to stitch his own wound but his bandaid probably wouldn’t stick due to the wet blood he slapped it over. Five sweetie you need a cotton pad and gauze for that one

☂ Wait, you’re telling me that The Umbrella Academy boys’ top uniform consists of a tank top, a white dress shirt, a tie, a sweater vest, and then the blazer? Someone asked Reginald what he wanted for the uniforms and he just said “Yes.”

☂ Five: *puts hands in pockets only to immediately take them out*

☂ Aidan almost sounds like he has an accent when he says “I'm done funding your drug habit.”

☂ Five’s so soft talking to his wife

☂ No Leonard, your bread and butter is being a creep

☂ Also, he thinks wood carving is embarrassing? If someone came up to me and showed me something they carved out of wood I would be so jealous cause it’s such a neat form of art

☂ Leonard saying that he carved wood, and in that case wooden figures, when he was a kid is a slight foreshadow of all of his tampering with his Umbrella Academy figures. He can make wooden figures but he’s also destroyed a handful of the Hargreeves figures

☂ “Never really did like The Beatles.” Well sir you’ve made me dislike you even more

☂ Vanya asking Allison if her siblings wanted her at the family meeting bugs me a bit. I absolutely get that she was literally left out of anything and everything that had to do with her siblings when she was younger, but Allison just asked her to come back home for a family meeting. Allison wouldn't have walked around looking for Vanya only to tell her that they were having a family meeting and that she wasn’t actually invited. Allison is including her in on a family meeting but Vanya is just in a bit of disbelief that she’s being included

☂ Ah yes, the only PTSD flashback for Five we see in the show! He looks so scared when he snaps out of it. I believe it was somehow triggered by the kids (I could be wrong) but do you think Five sometimes panics when he looks at himself in the mirror now since his body is the same age it was when he got stuck? Also it’s very subtle but when Luther opens the door, Five slightly jerks/flinches back. I wish we would see more of this in the show since it’s one of his major traumas

☂ “Does it matter? It’s Klaus.” Ouch! Well Five I hope you know that your siblings are somewhat thinking the same thing since they believe that you’ve lost your mind and are practically an old man crying “Apocalypse!”

☂ Five does an ever so slight huff and smirk when Luther tells him that the meeting at the Academy is important. He finds it a little funny but so frustrating in his mind that Luther doesn’t know what’s truly important

☂ Also I love that Aidan has to turn to the side so that he can keep it together after Klaus talks about his chocolate pudding waxing. Either that or he’s portraying Five as being frustrated and in disbelief. Also this is the first time I’ve noticed that he says “Ay, ay ay...”

☂ “We’re all you have. And you know it.” Oh Luther, you’re failing to see that that’s why he’s acting like this right now. He’s all frantic and crazed about trying to stop the apocalypse so that he can protect and save all that he has

☂ Five certainly is mad at Luther during his mini lecture. He’s clenching his jaw tightly and when he first speaks he hisses out the words through gritted teeth. He even called Luther by his number. He’s very impatient at this point and doesn’t care for Luther’s act of attempting to be a leader

☂ This is their first, and certainly not last, time watching Klaus go by in front of them doing something he shouldn’t be doing

☂ “You haven’t been home in a long time, Vanya.” Sir you were also just on the moon for four years. Yeah Vanya was away for a long time but Grace easily could have changed too during the four years you were gone

☂ How sweet, even though Five hasn’t really been home they want to include him in on the family vote :]

☂ I’ve noticed that in S1 that David really mumbles his lines. A lot

☂ I wish we got more flashbacks of the younger Umbrellas

☂ Diego my beloved mama’s boy ♥️

☂ It’s confusing as to which country TUA takes place in, but it’s really not supposed to be a specific one. It’s portrayed as being in North America, but you can see behind Cha Cha when she gets out of the car at the Academy the flag of the RAF, which Canada would have at a monument since it’s a Commonwealth country. At the same time though Delores came from Gimbels, which was a department store chain across the U.S

☂ The light above Five’s portrait is slightly crooked, which probably means no one has really been paying attention to it

☂ It makes me nervous that Klaus wipes bubbles onto his face. It looks like he got some in his eyes

☂ Ugh I love the whole scene of Hazel and Cha Cha walking around the Academy with “We’re Through” playing

☂ Diego: *has knives but instead chooses to punch and hit Hazel to try to make him let go of Allison”

☂ A rope-a-dope is a boxing tactic of pretending to be trapped against the ropes, goading an opponent to throw tiring ineffective punches. Diego sweetie Hazel wasn’t even trying to get you off of him all he was doing was choking Allison. The only person who got tired was probably you

☂ What’s the point in Diego yelling “Luther, go!” if he’s already going 💀

☂ Luther was there immediately when Hazel attacked Vanya. That means that Luther heard Vanya and was going to go get her to safety

☂ I will never stop signing my praise for the entirety of the “Sinnerman” fight scene(s). It gives me chills every single time. Easily one of the best scenes in all of the show

☂ Klaus must really have his music blasting if he can’t hear the gun shots right next to him

☂ I’ve always wondered if Allison actually registered in her mind that “The boy” is Five when Cha Cha says that’s who they’re looking for. Either she does realize that’s Five, is simply just angry that those two are looking for a boy, or registers in her mind that it’s Five through his superhero codename even though Cha Cha’s not referring to him in that way

☂ Diego is full on just standing in the background watching Allison get beat up by Cha Cha ��

☂ I love Diego’s little hand flap when he gets hit in the hand fighting Cha Cha

☂ Okay so I make everything about Five, but the whole Cha Cha fight scene with Allison and then Diego kind of scares me. Cha Cha and Hazel are both amazing assassins (they’re both probably right below Five) and neither Allison nor Diego could stop her by themselves. Could you imagine Five fighting one of his siblings? Especially with his spatial jumps? We already got a glimpse of his true combat skills when he fights Lila in S2. What a scary little old man

☂ “Vanya, get out of here!” Again, wanting to make sure that Vanya is safe and gets away. He even tried to go look for her

☂ Something I don’t really get about the Hazel and Luther fight is why doesn’t Luther just overpower him? Luther has super strength and on top of that he has giant muscles due to the gorilla DNA. Shouldn’t he be able to beat Hazel to a pulp? Maybe we have to consider that Hazel might have been altered by The Commission to be stronger and more durable, but they haven’t mentioned that in the show

☂ “Ah, you gotta cut down on that fast food, soldier.” What are you talking about Diego he literally just got off the moon two days ago aflksjfdk

☂ So Luther was too injured to jump out of the way of the chandelier but was able to push it up off of himself? 🤔

☂ I personally think that Luther’s body design adaptation for the show is really cool and that they gave him the perfect amount of bulk without making him look ridiculous

☂ This has been pointed out before, but cross-stitch foreshadowing, baby

☂ Again, Diego my beloved mama’s boy ♥️

☂ Well at least Diego thought about Vanya dying before thinking about his siblings dying because of her. The latter is ironic!

☂ The clock above Luther’s mirror reads approximately 1:30 am. Hazel and Cha Cha didn’t want to wait until morning

☂ I wonder how different it would be if Five was present at the Academy when Hazel and Cha Cha attacked. He probably would have surrendered himself to them, but it's fun to entertain the idea that he would go apeshit if he knew that they were harming his family in order to find him

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Feel free to comment or reblog with things you have noticed too!

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 5 years ago

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Post It's

Pairing: JJ Maybank x You

Summary: JJ and you both work at the hotel. Never meeting each other, you leave notes on the others locker.

Word Count: 1,787

Warning: Fluff that's its tooth rooting.

Note: Knowing that JJ works as a bus boy in the show and seeing how well he looked in episode 5, I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Tumblr was keep messing up as I was writing this so I'm going to post this and throw my phone out of my bedroom window now :) I hope you love it! :)

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"DON'T EAT SOMEONE ELSE'S LUNCH!"

"Or what? ;) - JJ"

"I'll end your whole career. Side note: I found out who ate my PB & Jelly sandwich and it wasn't you so don't get any idea's now. - Y/N"

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JJ bullshit his way through the hiring process. It might not be his dream job, but it was easy. He had to do something when he realized he had to grow and man up. His father didn't teach him that. His the reason.

The small tips he gets from all the older women after he gives them more attention than their husband's - they're either on 'work' call or still playing a game of golf - doesn't hurt. It's adds up quick. He normally buys more groceries for him and John B as an unspoken thank you for letting him basically live with him. Then he treats himself with new weed. He needs it after surrounded by Kooks and playing the part of a little bitch for them.

As soon as he clocks out for the day, he undo the tie harshly. That's another thing he hates about this job - the uniform. White button up long sleeves, black dress pants with black dress shoes. If it's a morning and evening shift, the finish touch is a black vest. For nights, it's a black tie. Even if he is only walking around to give people refills, asking if they're doing fine, and cleaning up afterwards, his hair must look well put together.

He is unbutton his shirt when he stops in front of his locker. He's smiling at the post it on his locker before he even reads it. He knows who it's from.

It started a month ago. Someone left a message taped on the fridge in the break room for everyone to read. He knows he didn't have to, but he wrote down a response on the piece of paper. He wasn't expecting one back. When the front and back got filled up, he started looking for the same name on a locker. He left a post it note.

He reads the newest one on his locker.

"Fun fact of the day: you're reading this. - Y/N"

He rolls his eyes. He pulls it off and opens his locker, grabbing his normal clothes to go change. He adds it to the pile with the others.

JJ decides to stop at use book store. When a co-worker asks him if he is back for extra hours, he says no. He's carrying a shopping bag.

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Your morning doesn't start on a good note. Your mind wakes you up ten minutes after your alarm should've gone off. You didn't plug in the charger all the way last night, so you're phone is at 14%.

Somehow you get to work on time. You notice you forgot your nametag.

At least there's a new post it on your locker.

"Funny. Not. Look inside and thank me later ;) PS. Don't write your new comb on the back of your lock again. - JJ"

You curse at yourself underneath your breath. You start laughing when you read the title of the book he left for you.

"365 Jokes For Kids: A Joke A Day Book."

You put it in your bag and grab your clear water bottle before closing your locker to clock in.

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The giant clock on the wall taunts you. Only ten more minutes until your break and you can finally eat something.

From the dinner-room area a cute blonde starts walking towards you. By his outfit, you can't help to silent pray that he isn't a boy on a vacation and just knows how to look hot as hell all dressed up. Underneath a black vest, the long white button up shows off his muscles and the sleeves are rolled up, which is just another level of attractiveness itself, and his legs look long and firm in the dress pants. It's his hair that got your attention in the first place and now you can't help to watch as he pulls it, running his fingers through it.

Checking out cute guys all day is definitely a perk for you. Sitting behind a desk all day and being first person people see as they walk in, helping them check in or out, and answering calls is not how you wanted to spend your summer.

Last month your dad pulled some strings over a game of golf to land you this job. He sounds like a robot every time he tells you that you need to work your ass off to get the money you deserve. How is this doing that?

You get out of you thoughts when the cute blonde doesn't go in front of the desk. Instead you have to spin your chair sideways. He learns over the pull-up door and does a hand gesture, telling you to come over. You do.

"Hey."

"Hi?" It comes out as a questin since you're confused as to why he is keep looking back at the dinner room. He seems like he is afraid of getting caught. "Can I help with you something?"

"Can you make an announcement? Over the speaker loud enough for all they to hear?" He looks over again and points.

"It all matters about what you want me to say."

"Say that it's hard as fuck for me to do my job when lil Satan's are running around and how great it would be if parents tell them to stop before I do. I can't get written up or life my job because of them."

You try to hide your excitement when you find out he works here. He's not wearing a nametag. You know that it's only bus boys who don't. Briefly, you wonder if he knows JJ.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could but I can't. Parents will come up and start yelling at me that I should keep my mouth shut and thoughts to myself."

He clenches his jaw and mumbles, "yeah. Right, of course."

"When I come back from my lunch, you can-uh everytime you want to lose your shit, look over here, and I'll give you a thumbs up for not killing someone. Especially the kids."

His laugh makes you wish he is JJ.

Someone comes from behind him to release you. He doesn't say anything before walking away.

But later, you lose track on how many times he looks over at you and mouths, "help me".

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The next day on his day off, he gushes over the front desk girl to his friends. "She made me not want to hurt a room of kooks. I think she has superpowers or some shit."

Kiara takes a hint of his blunt. "I'm kinda jealous, not going to lie. What's her name? I need her to tell how she did it after talking to you for only a couple of minutes when I've been your friend for years."

"I don't know. She wasn't wearing a nametag and I forgot to ask." Pope slaps him on the back of the head. "You forgot or worried she wasn't Y/N?"

"Oh my god!" Sarah squeals, "What if the front desk girl is also post it girl?"

JJ chokes on the hit he was taking. "Life doesn't work like that." For me. He thinks to himself. He makes eye contact with John B. Curse him for being able to read him.

"I think it's time to ask Y/N meet up, dude."

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When he walks through the front doors, he catches himself getting upset seeing someone else at the front desk. He still waves and says good morning. On the door of the back room, there's a sign.

"MANDATORY STUFF MEETING WEDNESDAY, IN THE LOBBY AT 6PM"

On the very bottom, he notices Y/N handwriting.

"Looks like we'll finally meet. ♡ - You Know Who"

He kicks the door open.

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He is still thinking about the stupid little heart when a waiter calls him to come over towards the kitchen. "Can you bring this to the front desk?"

"This isn't a drive in restaurant- you know what? I shouldn't be surprised and know not to ask stupid questions." He salutes the waiter and grabs the bag.

He stops dead in his tracks.

The front desk girl is now there, talking on the phone and writing stuff down. When she feels someone looking instantly at her, she looks up. She smiles and gives a small wave.

JJ cringes at himself and tries to not trip over his own two feet. He puts down the bag, and looks at everything and anything but her as he waits for her to finish the call. When she does, he quickly states, "Someone ordered food to get pick-up."

"Ah yes, Mr. Hough. He called saying he was carving for some of the all you can eat bread rolls."

When she says the name, it's like a lightbuld goes over his head as he remembers. He doesn't listen to the rest of what she says.

Before he can ask, the phone is ringing. "I should answer." She smiles and it makes him feel a tug in the corner of his mouth. "See you at the meeting tonight?"

"Yeah. I should go back to working too."

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Your eyes go wide when the cute blondie sits next to you at the same time the manager says the meeting will begin shortly.

"Hey, how are you?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"Fine." He splits out.

"Doesn't sound like it." You cross your arms against your chest. He doesn't say anything, only rolls his eyes and takes his red snapback hat off. In the corner of your eye, you watch him pull on the loose trends.

Grabbing your bag off the ground, you open it to see what you can do to pass the time like him.

"Holy shit."

You look up at him, confused. You notice he is staring at the joke book JJ gave to you. With the way he makes eye contact with you, you can tell that he is nervous.

But why would he-

"Oh my god."

"JJ, Y/N." Both of almost get whip flash to look and listen to your manager. "Pay attention please."

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You're going through all the post it's in your locker, dropping some when an arm wraps around you and your boyfriend. He kisses your cheek. "Are you ready?"

"To meet your friends? I'm kinda nervous. But you've told me so much about them that I already feel like I know them."

"Trust me, they'll say the same thing about you. Ignore the names they call you."

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"You're the peanut butter to my jelly. - JJ"

"That's the cheeses thing you have ever said. Say more. - Y/N."

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Taglist: @harrysbbby @sunflowerbecca @latenitewolves @outrbank @katerosexx

#jj outer banks imagine #jj imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj x y/n #jj x reader #jj x you #jj one shot

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lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie · 4 years ago

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You And I

Summary: The wedding was a disaster. The recent episode was a disaster. Roman feels like no one understands him anymore. Well, so he thought. Maybe he and Logan have more in common than they thought. Maybe something better is in store for them.

Pairings: Logince

Warnings: a bit of yelling in the beginning

Taglist:@larrymalecsolangelo (I hope this counts as Roman angst!)

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Logan sighs. Another day, another episode of him getting shoved aside and ignored. At this point, he’s used to it. The silence is just as welcoming anyway. He decides not to get too irrational over it and sits at his desk, working on Thomas’ schedule instead. Soon he gets really into it, typing away and writing things down. As he continues to type on, the sound of a slamming door startles him out of his work trance. Sighing again, the logical side pushes his chair back and rubs at his temples in slight frustration. Before he can even stand, he hears a muffled growl from the wall beside his bed.

Roman’s room is on the other side. The creative side was often loud and noisy at almost all times of the day. He usually quiets down before midnight. Logan has grown used to the prince’s noise, wearing headphones when it got too noisy for him. Though now, Logan’s hearing sounds he hasn’t heard from Roman before. Nothing like this. Has Roman always made these sounds? Logan swallows, unsure of what to do or how to feel as more noises come from Roman’s room.

Another growl.

Shattering glass.

Screaming.

Crying.

Things crashing.

Things falling.

Papers tearing and being crumpled.

Fists banging on a table.

“IT’S NOT FAIR!”

Logan pulls back at that, feeling his heart pound harder than ever. It’s never done that. What had happened while he was gone? Should he even ask? He doesn’t know. He can’t tell if Roman is really, really hurt or is being his dramatic self again. He remains sitting on his bed, trying to listen for more sounds. So far, he hears footsteps and heavy breathing. It’s silent then for a moment before a faint knock filters in. Roman’s sigh is heard then the sound of his footsteps follow as he answers the door. Patton’s sad but apologetic voice is soon heard as well.

“Hey, ki-”

“I’m not apologizing.”

“But-”

“But nothing, Patton. He gets away with calling me the evil twin but I’m in trouble for making fun of his name? Is that what you wanted to say?”

“Roman…”

“Don’t. Don’t play the victim. Don’t try to apologize. I’m done trying to get you all to listen to me for once. I’m done playing as your little prince. I’m done being your kiddo.”

“Y-You don’t-”

“I do. Now, don’t you have a snake to welcome to the family or are you going to scold me for being rude again?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry, Roman. Please, won’t you listen?”

An empty humorless laugh surprises Logan next along with what Roman says.

“Listen? Listen?! Patton, that’s all I’ve been doing! I’ve been following your lead. I trusted Janus and you say I was wrong. I didn’t trust Janus and you’re telling me I’m wrong again. And you expect me to listen to you again?! Look, I’m not adding to my already long list of mistakes. In fact, I won’t add to anything at all.”

“W-What? What do you mean?”

“Well, clearly you don’t want my input in anything. It’s too much or not enough or just plain childish. Sound familiar?”

Both Logan and Patton wince at that one. Logan more surprisingly. How much did Roman take his words to heart?

“Kiddo...you know we only meant well when we said that. We just want what’s best for Thomas.”

“No, YOU want what’s best for Thomas. YOU constantly shut the rest of us down when we try to share ideas. YOU only listen if it’s beneficial for Thomas. YOU don’t listen to any of us. Tell me, when was the last time you even let Logan have a chance to speak?”

That surprises Logan. He and Roman usually butt heads when it came to their functions and trying to help Thomas. Why did Roman care now?

“I...I do try to listen.”

“Do you? Because if you did, maybe you wouldn’t have to scold me. Maybe this mess wouldn’t have happened. Maybe our family wouldn’t be such a disaster!”

“Roman! How can you say that about us?”

“Because we are! We’re all broken and you can’t accept that! All you want is to put bandaids on the cracks and call it better. But it’s not better! It...It never will be…”

A sniffle follows and it’s not from Patton. It’s from Roman.

“It will...We all just need some time.”

“Time? For what? For us to forget all of this and move on like nothing happened? Like Janus didn’t just manipulate me like that? Like how we hurt Thomas and made things worse? Patton, stuff like this isn’t fixed with time...it’s not forgettable. I can’t forget...I...just get out.”

“But-”

“GET. OUT.”

Another door slam is heard followed by Roman’s growling and stomping. He’s heard climbing into his bed then...he sounds like he’s...sobbing? Has Roman ever sobbed? Odd. Logan’s never heard Roman sobbing before. Had he kept his headphones on his ears too long to even notice? Why does his heart feel heavy listening to this? Logan doesn’t understand much.

“It’s not fair...The one time I try to do something, I mess up. I always mess up. Everything went wrong because of me. Janus was accepted. Thomas got hurt. And...And I let Logan be impersonated next. He definitely hates me for that now. But then again, what’s a little more hate? Logan already has so many reasons to hate me. He made that loud and clear when he threw that paper ball at me. I can’t blame him. Emotions are hard to control. I should’ve known better. Anger isn’t easy for me to control either...oh stars, I’m a mess…”

That takes Logan aback. How long had Roman felt like this? Had he really hurt the prince this bad for him to feel this way? Just how bad did the creative side’s heart hurt? He doesn’t know but what he does know is that someone does understand how he feels. And he understands that someone. Deciding to fix his past mistakes and to make it up to Roman, Logan wiped his face that he now realizes is a little wet. He stands up, taking a deep breath before leaving his room. He then walks over to Roman’s room, knocking on the white and golden gilded door. A moment of silence passes by before the door opens and Roman shuffles out.

Roman’s actually a mess. His beloved prince costume is wrinkled and disheveled, the sash wrapped around the hand he must’ve used to smash the mirror. His eyes are red and puffy and his lips are set on a deep frown. His hair is a little messy as well.

“Hey, Logan. Here to yell at me too for letting the snake get to you?” the prince sighs, voice tired from all the screaming and crying.

Logan feels the heavy weight in his heart grow...heavier.

“No...I came to talk to you, actually. I apologize if I were eavesdropping but I overheard you. Remember, my room is beside yours. I just wished to speak about today’s events and what I missed. It’s alright if you do not want to disclose anything but I need to know and I do not feel comfortable asking anyone else.” he explains awkwardly, fiddling with his tie.

Roman blinks before sighing again, rubbing at his sash covered hand.

“So...you want to hear the fall of Prince Roman Sanders and how he messed up, letting the snake win?” he asks tiredly. “Or would you like to hear the story of how Roman Sanders lost his title as Thomas’ hero?”

Logan frowns in concern at that, seeing the brokenhearted look in Roman’s eyes. He’s never seen that look in his eyes before. Then again, he never even bothered to look Roman much in the eye. Just how much is Roman really hurting? Did he himself contribute to that too? Had he been just as harsh? More and more questions fill his mind but Logan blinks and focuses, remembering what he came here for. Though maybe he should stay...

“I only wish to know what happened after Janus decided to...shove me aside again. Whatever is, it seems to upset you.” he says.

“I am upset, Logan!” Roman cries angrily. “Everything went wrong for me and I don’t know what to believe in anymore!”

“I...see...Well, if you really do not want to talk about the video then I shall take my leave.”

Logan turns to leave-

“Janus was accepted...”

Now that made Logan stop and turn around, that heavy feeling in his heart growing more. He’s never seen Roman so...down. It’s an odd thing to see the normally confident prince like this.

“So...he’s a light side now?”

Roman nods numbly, lips quivering as tears streamed down his face. He didn’t bother to dry them or even compose himself. What was the point? Logan’s already seen how awful he looked and he’s heard the things he’d been trying to keep quiet. He sighs, plopping down on his bed and hugging himself tightly till his knuckles started turning white in hopes that Logan wouldn’t at least see him shaking.

But Logan notices it for a microsecond, frowning and taking a step towards Roman. He doesn’t know what this weight in his chest is still but...it grew even heavier. Unsure of where to go from there, Logan awkwardly sits beside Roman, looking the prince up and down as he chooses his next words.

“How...did he get accepted?” the logical side asks, wincing slightly when he sees Roman stiffen before sighing.

Before Logan can take the question back, Roman answers it. He tells him what happened, word for word. The fight between him and Patton against Janus. How Thomas got hurt. How Janus revealed his name. How he laughed in reply. How Janus called him the evil twin. How no one cared to defend him. How Thomas lied about being his hero. He told Logan everything he remembered and more. When he was done, tears were pouring out of his eyes.

Logan is...well, he’s ironically speechless. Sure, Janus had his moments of arrogance and cruelty but to hit Roman where it really hurts...that was going too far. Even if he and Roman clashed and threw insults at each other in the past, he never wanted to bruise the prince’s ego. He never wanted to cause harm. Anger was just hard for him to control...and now so it was for Roman too. So he finds himself touching Roman’s shoulder, feeling the prince shiver.

“That’s quite the ordeal. I will be honest...I’m not happy about Janus’ actions all the same. He...He did not have to hurt you to get what he wanted.” Logan says, anger flashing in his eyes along with this newfound need to protect Roman. “Or me...If he really wanted what was best for Thomas, you’d think he knew better to work with us and not against us.”

Roman sighs but doesn’t brush Logan’s hand off. It felt...nice.

“Spare me the lies, Logan. You’d choose him over me too. He’s mature and smart and probably more realistic than I’ll ever be.” he sighs. “Besides, why would you care about me? I made fun of you and I fought with you. I even let you get impersonated and shoved aside. Don’t you hate me too?”

Logan’s heart breaks, hearing that. He felt bad. Very, very bad...Oh. Guilt, there it is. That’s what he was feeling inside. That’s what that weight in his heart was. So he squeezes Roman’s shoulder, looking at him again.

“I don’t think I ever have. I know we had our arguments and our moments but I don’t think I could ever dislike you. You are so much more than it seems. I was a blind fool to see that.” he admits, flustering slightly. “I never even saw how much you’ve been hurting, Roman. Sometimes I forget you’re more than just creativity. You’re the ego…”

“And egos bruise easily…” Roman finishes with a sigh. “Which makes me bruise easily. Why do you think I play the role that I do? Who wants to see a broken and ugly Roman?”

Logan frowns, seeing another tear roll down Roman’s cheek. He finds himself unable to stop as the hand on the prince’s shoulder moved to his face and wiped the tear away. He definitely didn’t miss the way Roman seemed to lean into his touch with want. It makes Logan wonder just how lonely Roman felt. And maybe...maybe he understood that feeling. Those desires for even just a gentle touch. A chance to be heard. Even just the barest hint of acknowledgment. Maybe a praise. A real praise. Maybe he can give some to Roman...even if he can’t receive any himself.

“I do not think you’re broken or ugly. You’re Roman. The creative and romantic side. The ego. A side with talent far better than mine. A side who can build worlds and bring ideas to life in the blink of an eye. A side who deserved better than what the world has given to you. A side who’s much more than a prince.” Logan says, caressing Roman’s cheek. “A side I should have gotten to know better. A side I…”

It’s then that Logan realizes a new feeling he hasn’t felt in a while. It was warm and fuzzy and..right. It was heated and curious. It was a desire to pull Roman close and never let go. It was a need to make Roman the happiest side ever. It was...It was...oh...love. That’s the one. Love is something new and old to Logan. He felt it and stopped feeling it and now...he’s feeling it again. The last time he felt love was...several months ago on a Christmas morning.

He felt it, seeing Roman smile and sing at the top of his lungs. He felt it whenever Roman said his name with glee. He felt it when he saw Roman beam at his rare praises (something he realizes he needs to make less rare). He felt it when Roman gave him his gift. He felt it reading through the pages. He thought he’d fallen in love with Sherlock but...it was never Sherlock...was it?

“Specs?...Logan?”

Logan blinks and realizes he’s been staring at Roman’s face, the prince’s eyes gazing up at him curiously. Oh...he’s much closer now. Very...very...close. For a moment Logan couldn’t breathe but then he remembers and flusters.

“Ah...A-Apologies. I may have overstepped my boundaries.” Logan says, starting to pull away.

“W-Wait!” Roman grabs his wrist and puts his hand back on his cheek, nuzzling it with a shy but faint smile. “I...you can keep doing it.”

Roman doesn’t know why can’t stop or pull away. It just felt nice. The touches. The attention. He just needed to know if it were true. What if Logan was lying? What if Patton just sent him? What if Janus was impersonating him again? What if-

“Roman...Roman, you’re overthinking, love. I see it in your eyes.” Logan suddenly cuts through, tilting the prince’s head up with a finger under his chin. “What’s on your mind?”

Roman flusters, turning as red as his sash. Logan’s never called him ‘love’ before. He bites his lip, looking away for a moment but the hand on his cheek makes him look back up again into Logan’s pretty eyes.

“It’s just...after what happened...um…” he starts but doesn’t know how to say it without upsetting Logan through his words.

Logan notices the fear in his eyes and softens.

“I can assure you, I am not leaving you. Nor am I Janus in disguise. And most importantly, my words are true. To lie to you now, that would only break your heart and that is not what I want to do.” he whispers.

“B-But...how do I know you’re...you?”

Logan manages a tiny smile and looks Roman in the eyes, taking Roman’s hand and placing it gently on his cheek. Oh...so that’s what a gentle touch felt like. He wonders...would Roman ever let him have more? Perhaps another time, Logan tells himself as he looks into Roman’s eyes.

“I could never wear scales for you, my dear. I am myself. And I bear the scar from Janus’ actions.” he assures the creative side, tilting to the side and showing the mark that Janus left from yanking him away with his cane.

Roman sees it and doesn’t stop himself from reaching up and tracing his fingers over it. He concentrates and heals the mark, his fingers lingering on the skin. Guilt fills his heart and glimmers in his eyes. If he hadn’t opened his big mouth, Logan wouldn’t have been harmed. If he hadn’t been so focused on himself...he at least would have noticed Logan sooner. Logan should have been noticed sooner. Maybe now is a good time to try and apologize?

“Logan?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry…”

Logan blinks, gazing softly at Roman, caressing his cheek again to stop his shaking.

“What for, my dear?”

Roman flusters but sighs, playing with Logan’s tie.

“For not noticing you sooner. For being dumb and helping Janus impersonate you. I should have helped you like a hero.” he mumbles, running his thumb over the blue silky fabric.

Logan feels himself soften at that apology, smiling at Roman. He feels warmer than ever and it didn’t seem so bad. It made him feel a little lighter even. He tilts Roman’s head up again.

“Don’t blame yourself for that. You didn’t know. I should have seen Janus coming too. But know you are not at fault for anything. Janus manipulated the both of us. It’s him that we blame.” he says, a dark look flickering in his eyes for a moment.

Roman blinks in surprise.

“That’s it? No yelling or telling me I messed up again? No fights or arguments?”

“None. There is no reason or cause for any of that. We’ve hurt each other in the past. I believe it’s time to move on from that. I know now just how much you’re hurting and I know I had a part in causing that. If you’d let me, I’d like to make that right.”

Roman looks at Logan with wide watery eyes, searching for that golden glint of deception. He searches for that yellow-slitted eye. But...there’s nothing there but that mesmerizing ocean blue. Even when he leans so close to the point where their lips could almost touch, he sees nothing but that truthful gazes.

“After everything I said and did...you’d forgive me?” he asks one last time to be sure.

“Of course, my dear. Shall I do something more to prove it?” Logan replies, eyes flickering to Roman’s irresistible lips.

Roman nods and Logan pulls him close, his lips touching the other’s. It’s soft and careful and light, an opening left there should Roman want to back out. But...he doesn’t. Roman, having grown desperate for any kind of affection, kisses back. His hands cling to Logan as if he were afraid he’d leave him to kiss the air. A soft but contented sigh leaves Roman in between kisses, feeling Logan’s arms now wrap around him and hold him tight. It just felt...safe. So safe...that he wants more and more.

Logan, on the other hand, is feeling that heat inside grow hotter. He’s never felt anything like this before. He wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to. But now? He felt wonderful, incredible, and so many more words that would take him a while to list down. This...This hot and electrical rush was too good to let go of. It makes him wonder why he held back all those years. Like Roman would have sung...so this is love…

Then they pull away, gazing at each other in wonder, faces flustered and a pretty red. There’s this warm and secure atmosphere they’ve created for each other. It’s silent as they smile at each other, wondering what to say next. Never in their wildest dreams did either of them think they’d end up here, kissing each other after being at each other’s throats for years. This was definitely much nicer. So they bask in the silence for a moment. Then,

“Logan?” Roman breaks that silence.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course, Roman. I...I love you.”

Roman blinks before smiling softly.

“I love you, too.” he caresses Logan’s cheek before remembering their situation with Janus and the others, “So what happens next?”

“Well, you have me and I have you, right?” Logan replies, squeezing Roman’s hand.

“Right, but I meant with the others. Do we really have to stay with them when Janus is there?”

“Do you want to?”

Roman sighs.

“No…”

“Then what do you propose we should do, my dear?”

“Hmm…”

A week then passes after the POF incident and Roman and Logan have decided to avoid the others, hiding in their rooms. Sometimes Roman would spend all day in Logan’s room and vice versa. The two of them could hear Patton apologizing profusely at the other door. They could hear Janus muttering half-hearted apologies and insincere regrets. But neither Roman or Logan cared. If Patton and Janus wanted to ignore them then they’ll ignore them back. Patton always did say to follow the golden rule.

Soon it’s evening again and Logan’s spending his day in Roman’s room. They were sitting on the bed and talking about different things, chuckling quietly among themselves as they talked about a plan Roman suggested. Something he says that’s been long overdue as well as help them really get away from the others.

“Are you sure about this, Roman?” Logan asks one more time as a precaution.

“Yes, love. For the millionth time, we’ll be fine. I promise, it’ll help all of us and we can be free there. No more being ignored or silenced. We can be us!” Roman grins excitedly.

Logan chuckles, something he’s been doing more since he’s gotten together with Roman.

“Alright but do know there are consequences too.”

“Relax, Lo. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

With that, Logan lets himself be tugged along and led to the door to the Imagination. The two walk through and traverse the land until they reach the border that Roman’s half from the darker part of the Imagination. They walk over the marble bridge, through the center gazebo and down some rickety steps. It’s dark now and cold but Roman isn’t phased. He’s been here enough and has grown used to the atmosphere here. That, and the creatures here have been created to cause no harm unless their maker wills it. Before the two know it, they’re at a familiar green and onyx gilded door. It’s teeming with thorny roots and dead roses. Roman has to stop and take a deep breath before knocking.

The door opens with a creak.

“You...You came back...

“Of course, I did. I made a royal promise. Is...Is there room for two more?”

A familiar face with a wide grin and glowing red eyes answer him.

“Welcome home, dear brother. And welcome to the family, Logan.”

“Thank you...Remus.”

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Fic: Embracing Parenthood 5/?

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A/N: I’ve been writing while trying to figure out my depression but it’s not as much as I would like. I finally got this done and have two other things I am working on. Looking at episodes 4-D and Lord of the Flies, I decided to consolidate this chapter and do a focus on “Lord of the Flies”. I’m still not 100% on the direction this will be taking. I borrowed lines from the episode so, just an fyi. I used the transcript from Inside the X. Bit of light smut at the end.

Tagging @baronessblixen @suitablyaggrieved @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm

After a few more months, they seemed to finally be hitting their stride. This new...whatever it was...took some getting used to for Mulder and Scully. Aside from the one time they caught William’s mobile spinning under its own accord, they had not caught anything else. Scully was fine with this and shut down any attempt Mulder made to bring it up. She kept telling herself that their son was just fine and normal like any other baby. After a couple of weeks, Mulder gave up. It became an unspoken agreement between them. Aside from this, things at the academy and x-files remained quiet.

Agent Reyes settled in an apartment in Foggy Bottom. A few x-files have been solved. Despite Agent Reyes’s claim of an interdimensional serial killer nearly ending his life, Doggett was still alive. Mulder and Scully settled into their teaching roles at the academy, William was growing in size, and they both were beginning to believe that they were getting that happy ending that they both deserved.

On a regular Wednesday afternoon, as Mulder graded quizzes in his office, he heard a light knocking at the door. “Come in,” he called looking up from his desks.

Scully smiled at him. “How’s the grading, Agent Mulder?”

“I want to know your secret,” he confessed. He held out his hand, offering a chair across from him. She surprised him instead by taking his hand, squeezing it, and kissed him deeply. “Well, hello to you too.”

“I like this, Scully.”

“I’m glad. I have to go to New Jersey though. Agents Doggett and Reyes need my medical opinion about a matter.”

“Do you need me to tag along?”

She didn’t answer his question. She sat in the chair across from him. “Teaching suits you, Mulder. Are you happy?”

“I can do without the grading,” he confided. “So, back to the case? Is this what...for an afternoon?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe. I’m sure it’s fairly straightforward. A teenager was found with half of the head collapsed in, and many flies came swarming out.”

“Flies? Is this a case of Lord of the Flies? Or Jeff Goldum’s The Fly?”

“Thankfully not. I just suspect something weird. However, I need to travel to New Jersey to lend a helping hand.”

“You never answered my question. Do you need me to tag along?”

“No. I’ve already called my mother to let her know. I’m taking a car from the pool and I’ll be stopping by the apartment before making my way to New Jersey.”

Mulder shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The suddenness of this news made him feel very uncomfortable. He did not have much time to sort through these new feelings as Scully continued. “It’s a three-hour drive from Washington. I’ll be spending the night up there. I should be back in a day or two.”

Mulder cleared his throat. “Just like that?”

She titled her head. “Why? Is there something wrong with it?”

“No,” he lied. He fiddled with the pen in front of him, rolling it back and forth on his desk. “I’ll pick up William from your mother.”

“It’s only for 48 hours,” she said.

“It’s not a big deal, Scully. Do you not have faith in me taking care of William?”

“I didn’t say that but you are pouting.”

“I’m not pouting. Look, I probably need a guy’s night anyway.”

“The Gunmen?” She asked.

“I was just thinking about me, Will, and Plan 9 From Outer Space. You know a guy’s night.”

“Maybe pick a less depressing film?”

“We’ll be fine, mom. Promise.” Scully arched her eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Promise, Scully. Nothing will go wrong.”

Her cellphone started to ring and she sighed, looking at the caller ID. “It’s Agent Doggett,” she sighed. She got up from her chair and hastily kissed his cheek as she left. “I’ll call you when I get there. Love you.”

“Love you too.” He replied, watching her retreating form.

As the emotions welled in his chest. Mulder pushed the rest of the ungraded quizzes to the side and began to search for movies. As a psychologist, he knew pushing his emotions aside and burying them was unhealthy. He and Scully spent seven years doing that. Unfortunately, he was no longer a bachelor and had a baby to worry about as well.

* * * * * *

Traffic was a beast in driving the length of I-95 to Quantico to drive the hour to Annapolis to Marget Scully’s house. Two accidents just added to Mulder’s sour mood. As he sat in traffic, he tried to distract himself by switching it to NPR and ultimately switched it off. As traffic inched towards Maryland, he finally identified and named just a few of the emotions that were swirling in his chest. Jealousy. Feelings of inadequacy. Sadness.

He sighed, finally sighting the exit to Mrs. Scully’s and signaled the right turn signal. As he pulled off, he was bitterly reminded of the initial shock and awe he felt coming back from the dead. He struggled to find this place in a Twilight Zone-like universe where he no longer had the x-files and had Scully seven months pregnant. They struggled to find their footing. Mulder remembered feeling left out and bitter that Scully had a new partner in Doggett. He didn’t necessarily dislike this man. He was a good agent, just like Scully had said, but he was the one investigating x-files with Scully. Mulder wasn’t. He didn’t mind Agent Reyes either. He liked her and thought her addition to the x-files office in place of Scully would help balance the skeptical Doggett. But that didn’t stop him from feeling jealous and left out.

As he slowed, pulling into a residential neighborhood, he saw Mrs. Scully’s white sedan in the driveway and the lights throughout the house. He jogged up the front steps and raised his hand to knock. Mrs. Scully opened the door before his knuckles could rap against the wood. “Fox, I’m glad to see you weren’t caught up in traffic too badly!”

“I still hit a couple of accidents, Mrs. Scully.” He forced a smile. “Were you expecting someone?”

“What? Oh, no! I saw your headlights in the driveway. Come in! I was just about to pull out dinner.”

“I couldn’t…” he stammered out of instinct.

“Nonsense. Besides, William will be very happy to see you.”

Oh yeah, he thought, I’m a father. “You need to get past the formalities, Fox. Don’t you think Maggie will do? You are the father to my grandson after all.” Mrs. Scully was already pulling on his hand, tugging him inside before he could put up a fight. “Besides, as much as I love my daughter, Dana does not know how to cook.”

“Actually, she’s quite good,” Mulder defended.

Mrs. Scully chuckled to herself. “What I meant is she doesn’t know how to cook for a family. I raised four children by myself for the most part when the Captain was at sea. Now that William is here, I’m not going to dismiss the possibility. Take off your shoes, Fox.”

Mulder slid off his polished Oxford shoes and loosened his tie. “The possibility of what?”

Maggie stopped and smiled. “Of what could be. Come on. I bet William will be excited to see you.”

Mulder followed Mrs. Scully into the kitchen and saw his son light up. William began to babble happily and stretch his arms for his father. He smiled and bent down to kiss his forehead. “I think he is going to have Scully’s eyes.”

“They might still turn brown. I don’t know, Fox. I think William is beginning to look like you. Have a seat. Do you want a beer with dinner?”

“Water would be fine.”

Mulder sat closest to William as Mrs. Scully served them. “William was fine today,” she said. “Dana called and let me know. If it is more convenient, I can come to Georgetown and watch William tomorrow if you want.”

Mulder nodded and replied, “I would appreciate that. I wish I could simply take the time off.”

Mrs. Scully played with her shepherd’s pie. And how are you feeling, Fox with Dana in New Jersey and you here?”

He was caught off guard with the question. “What do you mean?”

“Seven years you two were practically glued together. She would always answer your calls. Now you’re here and she's out in the field.” She paused. “I know you two had some difficulties when you came back.”

He chuckled hollowly. “Not every day you come back from the dead.”

“Exactly. She was alone for six months.”

“I didn’t leave her intentionally,” he defended quietly.

“I’m not saying that you did. I’m not my oldest son, Fox.”

“I’m that bad?”

“Worse than Dana,” she chuckled. “I know what it’s like to feel left behind and on the sidelines. I imagine you felt some sort of jealousy with Agent Doggett when you first met him?”

“I, uh, punched him in the jaw.”

Mrs. Scully nodded. “Dana mentioned something about that. The point is, Fox, I know what is like feeling out of the loop when your partner is out doing something. I felt the same way when Bill was out to sea and I was left to raise four kids of my own. He would joke that I was the admiral in the family.” She gave a small smile. “And you find yourself in a similar situation.”

“I guess so,” he whispered. He pushed his food around. “Even though we’re both teaching at the academy, it doesn’t feel the same.”

“You could always propose.”

William squealed eagerly and threw something across the table making Mulder jump. “Excuse me?”

Mrs. Scully shrugged. “I just figured after 8 years, a child, and sharing an apartment...it’s time you make it permanent, Fox.”

“I…”

She held up her hand. “You don’t have to say anything. Just think about it. In the meantime, are you sure I can’t get you anything else right now?”

“Yeah,” he stammered. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

As it neared 8 o’clock, Mulder gathered his son and Mrs. Scully piled leftovers into a brown grocery bag to walk him out. “I’ll be up by 10 tomorrow. What time will you be home?”

“About six,” he replied, shifting William in his arms. “Scully said she might be home by tomorrow.”

“Well, I’ll set one extra place at the table.”

Mulder, still feeling insecure, interrupted. “You don’t have to, Mrs. Scully. I can take care of William. I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Nonsense,” she dismissed. “I love seeing my grandson.” She kissed Mulder’s cheek goodbye. “And I don’t do these things because I pity you or think you unworthy of Dana, Fox. I do it out of love for you and William. Now, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

As the door closed behind him and Mulder tucked William into his car seat, his thoughts became distracted yet again. Scully did need him, right? He hadn’t brushed aside. And what did Mrs. Scully insinuate with their dinner conversation?

* * * * * *

A few states away in Manahawkin, New Jersey, Scully retired from examining the half-collapsed head of “Captain Dare” and the persistent flirting of Dr. Rocky Bronzino earlier than she anticipated. She politely declined the dinner invitation from Agents Doggett and Reyes as well. She found her attention drifting towards various journal articles about the Spanish fly and their mating rituals. After a few hours, Scully abandoned her research.

She tried to take a bath and felt distracted. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around the facts of the case. As she dressed for bed, she sleepily looked at the motel clock and saw it was nine o’clock. How could she have let time get away from her? Without a second thought, she found her cell and called the apartment’s landline. When there was no answer, she quickly called Mulder’s cell phone. He answered the third thing.

“Mulder,” he greeted automatically.

She could hear him hiding a yawn in his voice. “Mulder, it’s me,” she spoke softly. “Did I catch you at a bad moment?”

“No,” he sighed. “I just put William to bed. A late bath, a lot of crying, and a partially read bedtime story and he is down for the count. He misses you terribly.”

“I bet,” she said. Scully shifted the files around. “And what about you?”

“What about me?” He yawned again.

“How are you?”

“Tired,” he admitted simply. “And very much missing you. Your bed is too big without you. But never mind me. Tell me about the case?”

“I am dealing with a human head half-collapsed in with flies exploding it before I arrived. Agents Doggett and Reyes are chasing down a teenager suspect.”

“Oh,” he hummed. “Bugs. Is this like those teenagers from Pittsfield, Virginia, Scully?”

“Not at all,” she said. “I’m not entirely sure if this is an x-file yet. I mean it has bugs. It’s all about the bugs, Mulder.”

“Washington state. One of our first cases.”

“Well, no one has been found cocooned in the web.”

“Yet.”

“Yet,” she repeated. Scully sighed and looked at the empty side of the motel bed. “I should be done by tomorrow evening. Hey, we have the weekend at least. One perk of teaching at the academy: normal 9-5 jobs.”

“Unless you get called away on another case.” Scully could hear a hint of bitterness in his voice. “But yeah, I’ll look forward to it.”

“Mulder, are you okay?”

She could hear the phone shifting on his end. “Hm? Yeah. I was just getting the blankets pulled down. I thought about putting William in the bassinet but I guess he needs to learn about sleeping in his room.”

Scully groaned inwardly. “You’re not helping,” she told him.

“What did I do?”

There was a weariness in his voice she could not place. “Mulder, what’s wrong? What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing, nothing. Everything is okay. I’m handling it just fine.”

She heard his voice rise defensively and the baby crying in the background. “Look, Scully. I’m going to check on William. I’ll talk to you later okay?”

“Okay but…” Mulder hung up the phone before Scully had a chance to reply. “Great.”

Scully looked back at the clock, wondering if she should call her partner back. She felt hurt about the shortness in her voice. What had happened? Did her mother say something to Mulder? Did she do something? Did something else happen to William that he wasn’t telling her? In the end, she decided not to call him back lest she wake the baby again and cause Mulder to lose any sleep. As she settled in the motel bed, she turned onto her side and swept her arm up and down the empty side. She missed being away from him and their son.

Three hours away in Georgetown, Mulder, unable to sleep found himself on the couch in front of the television. William held contently against his chest. William sleepily watched his father as Mulder settled on TCM for a black and white horror film. A small gurgling brought Mulder’s attention back to his son. “We’ll just keep daddy sleeping on the couch a secret from mom,” he said.

William yawned and twisted his head towards Mulder’s chest. “Well, the important thing is that you’re comfortable,” Mulder continued. “You’re just like your mother; she can sleep anywhere too. I think her favorite place is to fall asleep on me.”

He shifted his attention back to the television and then back at his son. “I can’t help but feel forgotten,” he confessed to William. “I mean, your mom was all by herself when she found out she was pregnant with you and I was abducted. She got a new partner.” Mulder thought of Doggett’s straight-laced demeanor. “He is just the opposite of what I expected. And of course, I am jealous of him. He was the one watching Scully’s back because I ran off to chase down a damn UFO. Look at what that got me, Will. Six feet under.” He looked down at his son. “Does that make me a bad person?”

William met him with silence.

“Well, I value your opinion so don’t hold back,” he told the baby. More silence except for a sleepy blink. “I think that is why I was so distant tonight. I’m jealous. I’m upset. I feel left behind.” Mulder watched his son grow sleepier. He had Scully’s blue eyes. “I feel like she’s moved on without me. I have since I came back. Even with you and all your glory, bud, I still feel inadequate.” William grabbed a fistful of Mulder’s t-shirt as his eyes grew heavier. “Are you trying to reassure me?” Mulder chuckled slightly. “I wish I could tell Scully how I felt.”

One day, he promised himself. As William drifted off to sleep, Mulder found himself wide awake still, his thoughts going to Scully and the bitterness he felt over the fact she was out in the field and he felt left behind.

* * * * *

Back in New Jersey, Scully left the motel to head straight to the medical examiner’s office. Agents Doggett and Reyes had texted her that they were going to follow up with some matters at the high school before meeting her at the medical examiner. On her way there, Scully tried to call Mulder again first at his office and then his cell. This was the second time since last night that he hadn’t answered his phone. Trying to dismiss the growing insecurities into the back of her mind, she tried to focus on the case instead. As Scully strolled into the main medical lab, it was much to her dismay that Dr. Bronzino was waiting for her.

“Dr. Scully,” the overly tanned scientist greeted. “How are you this fine morning?”

“Well,” she greeted with some reserve. “Have Agents Doggett and Reyes arrived yet?”

“Not at all! But I’ve been examining the flies that exploded from that young man’s skull. It’s quite fascinating really. Being a forensic pathologist, you might find this particularly interesting. Have you ever heard of the coffins fly?”

Scully took a step back and forced a smile. “I can’t say I have.”

“Well, they’re amazing creatures. A female coffin fly has been known to bury its way through over two meters of dirt just to lay its eggs on the cadaver. That is the equivalent of a human digging two miles into the ground.” He flashed her a dazzling smile of whitened teeth. “Isn’t it amazing of the lengths one will go to procreate?”

“Fascinating,” she replied quickly, “but what does this have to do with the victim?”

“Oh,” the entomologist exclaimed, “all the flies that came for the young victim’s head were female. There is probably nothing to it but isn't it fascinating?”

Scully’s mind was already firing and meaning connections. “It is. And it could be nothing or it could mean everything. Did you set any aside for the examination?”

Dr. Bronzino waved to the other end of the room where the microscope was. “I was going to prepare some samples to examine.”

She moved towards the microscope. “Why don’t I start on that and you do whatever it is that you are doing, Dr. Bronzino”

“Excellent suggestion, Dr. Scully! Divide and conquer! I like the sound of that!”

“I’m sure,” she answered.

“Which reminds me. I’m going to run back to my lab real quickly to gather another instrument of my invention. I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here,” she said.

Scully was secretly glad to see him retreat as she set to work. She laid out her research of flies that she had started the night before and her morning coffee. She paused, trying to collect her thoughts before she delved into the day’s work, however, she couldn’t. Her thoughts kept going back to the abrupt conversation that she had with Mulder the night before. He sounded distant and aloof. She was reminded of his jealousy when he came back from the dead. She found her phone and dialed his office at Quantico. At nine a.m., he should have been strolling right then. However, it went straight to messages. She hung up before she could leave one. Growing disgruntled, Scully called the Georgetown apartment. To her surprise, it was her mother that answered.

“Hello?” Her mother answered.

“Hi, mom,” she greeted quickly. “What are you doing at the apartment?”

“Oh, I thought I would save Fox driving to drop off William with me this morning,” she said. “One less hassle to do. I also picked you and Fox up some groceries that you desperately needed.”

“We were fine,” she said. “Where is Mulder? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” her mom replied vaguely. “I found him sleeping on the couch last night with the tv on. William must have kept him up all night.”

She felt a twinge of regret twist her heart. “Is he okay?”

“I guess so. He seemed fine and left for the office with no issue. Why? Is there something that I should be aware of?”

“No, no,” Scully said. She pushed the thoughts of insecurity deep down. Now was not the time. “He seemed distracted last night. We only chatted briefly. Is William okay?”

“He’s a fat, happy baby who can sleep through anything. Just like you were. I’m here until Fox comes home if you need anything. Do you want me to tell Fox that you called?”

“No, no. Everything’s fine.”

Her mother was silent on the other end. “Well, if you do need anything, Dana, I’m here with William. Love you.”

“Love you too, mom.”

She hung up her phone and tried to ignore the new signs that taunted her. Nothing was fine except she was not going to say anything. Scully sat at the microscope and began to work.

A couple of hours later, Dr. Rocky Bronzino rejoined her with a crude-looking invention to he promised to give a giant break in the case. She half-listened to ramble on about the various mating rituals of insects until she noticed a pattern emerging with the insects. It took Bronzino to confirm her suspicions and identify the peculiar fact about the case. As she continued to examine the flys, at a quarter till noon, Agents Reyes and Doggett walked in. Scully looked at both of them and announced, “I’m glad you’re here. I think we just got our first real break in the case.”

“What did you find?” Reyes asked.

“Well, it's what the entomologist Rocky Bronzino found. The flies that ate at the brain and skull of the victim are all female. Every last one of them.” Scully motioned to a fly under the microscope as she spoke.

Doggett looked towards Monica Reyes and asked, “Exactly how is that a break”

Scully thought for a moment and answered, “Well, what are the chances of that?”

Agent Reyes clarified, “You mean that the absence of males suggests there's a reason for the attack. Behaviourally.”

“Well, something biological is going on. Whether it's hormonal or chemical something has caused these bugs to attack,” Scully theorized.

Doggett added, “Or a need to express themselves.”

Scully asked, “To what?”

Agent Doggett continued, “This is a kid that calls himself "Sky Commander Winky." Agent Reyes and I were interviewing him as a suspect when this happened.” He showed photos of the victim’s back were the words ‘DUMB ASS’ shined a bright, red welt. “The paramedics arrived and treated him for an aggressive attack of bodily lice.”

She took the photos to examine them closer. “Hmm. Lice are not altogether uncommon in a school environment.”

Doggett snorted. “Except that these are better spellers than most of the kids.”

“Maybe they stayed late for after-school lessons,” she snorted. “So what are you saying? That this is just another dumb ass stunt?”

Reyes interjected, “Well, that was my first thought. But the victim here was just too freaked out by this incident to make me believe he'd staged this. Which leads me to think that while you may be right about this being a matter of biology, someone is directing the biology.” She paused. “Maybe you might want to consult Mulder?”

“Why?” Doggett asked. “These are bugs we are talking about.”

“And how does one direct bugs?” She added.

Reyes shrugged and replied, “I don't know how but we've been running down a long list of witnesses.” She passed Scully the rest of the photographs. “A loner who was present at every dumb ass stunt and who had a run-in with this kid Winky at school just prior to the lice attacking. His name is Dylan Lokensgard. We're going to want to talk to him.”

“He seems like a promising start,” Scully replied. “Dr. Bronzino should be back soon. He promised to bring a piece of equipment that will help break the case.”

“We’ll be back then. Call us if you have anything. Let’s head back, Monica.”

“I’ll call you when I have something,” Scully replied.

She watched the two agents retreating. She glanced at the clock on the wall and did the math in her head. She probably wasn’t going to be home that evening that she had promised.

* * * * * *

Having Mrs. Scully watch William in Georgetown instead of Maryland was a bigger relief than Mulder had realized. Although he hit traffic on the way to Quantico, the extra hour of not driving had put him in a somewhat fairer mood. However, as the morning dragged on and he did not hear anything from Scully began to sour his fair mood. By lunch, he was mad. Well not mad, but pouting and being gloomy. If Scully were here, she would have chewed him out and told him to pull his head out of his ass. But that was just it. Scully wasn’t here to do that.

As noon droned on, Mulder heard a light knocking at his door and looked up with some surprise to see A.D. Skinner standing in the doorway. “Wow, Mulder. Even having an office out of the basement and looking depressed as hell.”

“And it’s good to see you too, sir.” Mulder rose to greet the man and offered his hand. “I suspect you did not come down to comment on my office.”

“No.” Skinner paused. “I had a meeting I needed to attend. I wanted to check in on you and see how things were. You know, just to see if you threaten to burn down the establishment yet.”

“Haha,” Mulder said lamely. “No. Things are normal. Just perfectly normal.”

“And you are a terrible liar. Why don’t you come to lunch, Mulder? Get your head out of your ass and get some fresh air.”

“I’m fine where I am,” he said.

“And I know you well enough to know when you’re lying. You’re jealous aren’t you?”

“About what?”

“I know Scully’s out in the field,” Skinner stated, “and you’re not.”

“Way to rub it in.” Mulder glanced at his computer clock and relented. “Fine, fine. It isn’t like I have anything else to do today.”

“Good. You could use the distraction.”

. . . . . .

Back in New Jersey, Doggett and Reyes were still canvassing the school looking for more witnesses, Scully found herself out in the streets with the brazen etymologist, Dr. Rocky Bronzino. His continued efforts of flirting with her wearing down on her last nerves. She surveyed the empty street and how idyllic it reminded her. Dr. Bronzino focused on the tool he had brought from his lap that was designed to help them. He took a step back from the tracker to examine the surroundings.

“So many flowers ... so little time,” he murmured

Scully looked up from the trunk of the Land Rover. “Excuse me?”

The etymologist stated excitedly. “Pheromones, Dr. Scully. Heavy in the air. Nature's natural attractions. Driving the insect world to go forth and pollinate.”

As Dr. Bronzino began to advance on her, she took a few steps back. She shifted her gaze to the device he had brought with him. “I'm aware of how pheromones work. But according to this device, there isn't a single pheromone to be found out here.”

He began to tweak his machine and Scully rolled her eyes, looking back up to the sky. She smirked, remembering the time she was with Mulder when frogs rained from the sky. Dr. Bronzino was growing frustrated. “Well, that can't be right. The biosensor uses an actual fly antenna over which the pheromones pass. But I modified the EAG to measure in picograms which makes it sensitive to traces a mile in any direction.”

Scully watched an overly casual Rocky lean against the car, a confident hand on his hip, as he tried to charm her. Scully tried to remain professional and keep them on track. “But I'm still not sure why you think that pheromones might cause an otherwise harmless fly to attack a human so violently, Doctor…”

“Rocky,” he corrected. His whitened teeth shined as brightly as he flirted with her.

“Rocky,” she repeated

He smiled, thinking his charm was working. “Bugs are small-minded creatures, and therefore very predictable. They don't have moods. They react to circumstance and stimuli as they have been doing for millennia.”

“How wonderful.” She tried to keep it professional. “So what do you suppose they're reacting to out here?”

Dr. Bronzino puffed out his chest like a mating dove and took a few steps forward. “It may be the bugs are being somehow driven crazy with desire. You know, they say we humans respond to pheromones, too.”

Scully put her hands on her hips, clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah, I tend to agree with that, yeah.”

Rocky pressed on. “‘Women's dormitory syndrome.’ It's believed that pheromones are the reason that women who live together share the same menstrual cycle.”

“Fascinating,” she deadpanned.

Dr. Bronzino felt emboldened. “You know, when a male and female calliphorid fly mate they stay joined for up to one and a half hours. One and a half, doctor.” He punctuated the last few words for emphasis. “What do you think of that?”

Scully stood unfazed. This was not the first time she had to deal with this, however, this time was different. “You know, Rocky ... I'm a mother.”

He arched an eyebrow, not dissuaded. He looked at her left hand. “Mothers are women, too.” He took a moment to look at Scully surveying her. “I noticed a lack of a ring. And what does it matters? Women have biological needs, just like men do.”

“You are drawing dangerous conclusions without lack of evidence, doctor.”

“Well, as a trained scientist, I observe you are a woman. There is no ring on your finger to denote a marriage or a serious relationship in what we consider legally.”

“I can assure you that I am very serious. I am in a committed, nine-year relationship with the baby’s father.”

“Well, he is not here. You are.”

“Doesn’t matter, Rocky. Let’s keep focused here, please.”

“Well, relationships aren’t known to be monogamous,” he countered.

“Seahorses, macaroni penguins, gray wolves, barn owls, and bald eagles,” she said.

“What do those animals have to do with relationships?”

“If you were a real scientist,” she pressed, “you would be aware of some of the animal species that are known to mate for life. There are some cracks in your argument. ”

“Well, there are numerous insects that perform a variety of mating rituals. Give it time, Dr. Scully and I’ll win you over.” She was about to reply but was interrupted by the beeping of the pheromone bio-sensor. Dr. Bronzino turned excitedly to the machine. “Big hit!”

“What is it?”

“A high concentration of c-13 calliphorone...incoming.” He looked up at the sky. Scully did the same and heard the beeping increase and then suddenly dissipate. “What? What happened?” He quickly went to check his machine.

“Nothing, apparently,” Scully commented drily. “We should get back to the lab. Agents Doggett and Reyes might have something for us there.”

“Are we going to continue our discussion of animal mating and ritual habits?” He asked, his voice heavily laced with innuendo.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s done.”

“Dr. Scully, are you blushing? As the great Charles Darwin once said, ‘Blushing is the most peculiar and most human of all expressions.’”

“Don’t make me shoot you,” she sighed.

“I consider it a challenge.”

. . . . . .

“How do you like teaching at the academy,” Skinner asked. He watched Mulder use his plastic fork to push the mac and cheese around on his plate. “Mulder?”

“Um, interesting. A lot better than having to deal with the profiling cases in VCU even though I’m sure I will come calling. That’s part of the deal with teaching? We help out and consult as needed.”

“Are you that bitter that Scully is on an x-file and you’re not,” he asked.

“Am I that obvious?” Mulder asked.

“I’ve had hemorrhoids that weren’t as annoying with you,” he replied. “Or is it the fact that you don’t have the x-files anymore?”

The bluntness of Skinner’s observations caught Mulder off guard. He looked up from his food and took a few moments to reflect. “In theory, I shouldn’t. I have Scully and our son, things are about as normal as we can make them. But I can’t help but feel connected to them in some way. Seeing Scully out in the field, me not there…” He shrugged. “It brings up a lot of baggage.”

“Especially with Doggett?”

Mulder was quiet. “I blame myself. I should have stayed with her instead of chasing UFOs.”

“Doggett’s a good agent, Mulder. It was hard watching her, Mulder, during those months she was gone. Having to keep her pregnancy a secret. It was tough.” Skinner took a napkin and wiped his mouth. “You know, Sharon used to get mad at me when we first got married. I was still a field agent but the jealousy she would get. She felt inadequate with everything that was going on between us. Said she felt left behind.”

Well, Mulder thought, certainly hitting everything on the topic. Skinner continued to stare at Mulder. “And?” he asked. “What did Sharon do?”

“Well, we had a real nasty fight that was the start of our quarrels at the very beginning of our quarrels. I was in the field, missed an important date, you know how it goes.” He smiled to himself, remembering her. He thumbed at the wedding band thoughtfully. “But we made time. Communication wise. It didn’t always go well but we tried.”

“So, in addition to being an assistant director, you are secretly a marriage counselor. Wow, sir.”

“Knock it off, Mulder. All I am saying is that something is bothering you about this...arrangement, then make sure you take the time to talk to Scully.”

Mulder nodded. He decided to change the subject. “So, how is our old buddy Kersh?”

Skinner chuckled. “Tap dancing his way on the top floor so that you’re no longer there to bother him.”

“Well, at least some things never change,” he answered. “My advice, Mulder, from one man who tried to balance a career and relationship? Make sure you always leave time to talk and communicate. If not, the whole thing can go to shit.”

“Thanks, sir,” he nodded. His mind drifted to Scully. “I appreciate the advice. You should come down to Quantico more often. Skinner’s Lunch Hour wisdom.”

“Knock it off, Mulder,” he dismissed.

. . . . . . .

After getting John’s call from the school, Scully took her car to investigate and meet them there. According to Monica, Dylan had somehow controlled the bugs during their confrontation. She was surprised by the number of cops, firefighters, and EMTs. She was even surprised to see people in hazmat suits. But to her surprise, Monica had found them a clue. A used tissue. They rode back to the medical examiner. As they rode the elevator to the second floor. Scully was the first to emerge carrying the tissue in a metal container with Doggett and Reyes flanking her. “Where did you get this again?” She asked.

“Dylan Lokensgard provided it to us when we interviewed him,” Doggett answered.

“I have to warn you, there's typically not a lot to be found in a teenage boy's sweaty kleenex.”

“Well, a teenage boy can produce other things,” Reyes replied.

“Don’t remind me of the future,” Scully laughed thinking of William.

“But we were looking for pheromones. Aren't there pheromones produced in adolescent sweat?” Reyes continued.

“Yes, it's what causes B.O., But all too obviously it's not all that attractive--to anything,” Scully countered. “While I was out with Dr. Bronzino this morning, we thought we had a possible hit this morning but it turned out to be nothing.”

“A possible hit?” Doggett asked.

“Well, Dr. Bronzino was more than trying to hit on pheromones.”

“Well, at least Mulder isn’t here to punch him in the face,” Doggett chuckled.

“Yeah,” she said distantly. Scully’s brief thought of Mulder drifted away as she entered into the medical examiner’s office where Dr. Bronzino was bent over a microscope. She still needed to call him. The lack of communication between them was growing. “Let’s see what we uncover.”

As they entered, the biosensor’s beeps became progressively faster, startling the etymologist grew excited. “Finally! I knew it wasn’t broken!” He glanced up seeing Scully, Doggett, and Reyes. “Dr. Scully, I’m so glad you’re back! I've got a reading here that's going right off the scale. Holy Toledo! We've got pheromones coming out of the ying-yang here. C-13 calliphorene and how.”

As they got closer, the beeping became a steady tone, and then suddenly stopped. Doggett raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“I think my electroantennogram just... tilted,” Bronzino spoke in disbelief.

“What's c-13 calliphorone?” Reyes asked.

“Insect pheromone,” Scully supplied.

Dr. Bronzino’s attention shifted to the sample the FBI agents had brought. “Where did you find this mother lode?”

Agent Reyes answered, “A boy named Dylan Lokensgard. That specimen came from him.”

Rocky Bronzino sputtered, “A boy ... is secreting bug pheromones? That's impossible. Preposterous.”

Doggett glanced at Scully who met his gaze, trying to hide her smirk. He glanced back at the doctor. “You're the expert, Dr. Bronzino. How else do you explain it, then?”

When he didn’t respond, Scully asked, “Rocky?”

“A boy is a boy, a bug is a bug. You can't have it both ways,” he explained trying to wrap his mind around it, “science doesn’t allow it. Period.”

“I have a few theories,” Scully began, “Okay, so this boy's going through puberty, right? I mean, maybe his body chemistry is somehow just going crazy and it's his raging teenage hormones that are attracting all these insects.”

Reyes nodded in thought. “What if it's more than chemistry and hormones? More than biology? Dylan's not just attracting these bugs he's using them to act out.”

“Yes, but against what?” Scully asked.

“We saw him talking to a girl,” Reyes answered.

“Well, that makes sense. In a way. Teenage love,” Doggett connected. “The girl is the one in the dumb ass video. Captain dare's girlfriend.”

“How on Earth are you all making these connections,” Rocky said.

“We’ve experienced with cases like these,” Scully said. “Agent Doggett, why don’t you and Agent Reyes try to chase down the girl and check on her. Dr. Bronzino and I will check on Dylan.”

“We will?” He asked, confused.

“We are,” Scully confirmed. “Call each other in about two hours and meet back here?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Doggett nodded.

. . . . . .

It was evening by the time they got to the Lokensgards’ home. As Scully and Bronzino pulled up in front of Dylan Lokensgard’s house, her mind was elsewhere. She did not remember to call Mulder. As they walked up the sidewalk to the front door, Scully slowed and saw the front door slightly open. Scully slowed and drew out her flashlight. She knocked lightly on the door. “Mrs. Lokensgard? Dylan?” She called out.

Rocky Bronzino behind her was fiddling with the machine, trying to fix it, and it started emitting a series of steady beats. “Ah, got it! I'm getting a reading here. Trace levels inside the house.”

Scully shifted her gaze and replied, “Well, I guess that's probable cause.” Scully began her trek up the stairs when she was stopped by Rock Bronzino. “What now?”

Bronzino said quickly, “Dr. Scully? I just wanted to say this while I had a chance.” He smiled with bleached teeth. “This is so exciting. I've never had a partner before. And this isn’t a thing. This is a professional collaboration that happens only one time.”

Scully thought of Mulder and felt her heart twist. “I have. Don’t forget what I told you, Dr. Bronzino.”

“Semantics, Dr. Scully. I'd like to think of it as a hymenopteran relationship. Two scientists using their special knowledge reaching higher than either of them could ever reach alone. And if I may say so, Doctor, you complete me.”

“I’ve already completed. I already have a partner. I’ve told you this. Now, I got upstairs, you takedown.” She shook her head and thought of Mulder. She needed to call him once this was done.

“All right,” he exclaimed, “Partner!”

She rolled her eyes and jogged up the stairs. As she slowly examined the upstairs, her thoughts drifted back to Mulder and how she hadn’t communicated with him. Or her mother. As she neared Dylan’s room, Scully spied Natalie’s class picture on the bed. As her phone rang, she jumped, digging it out. “Scully?”

“Where are you?” It was John Doggett. He sounded rushed.

She looked around the room. “I’m with Dr. Branzino at the Lokengard’s house. But there’s nobody here.

“Yeah, well, I'm afraid the kid's on a tear. He's caused a car accident out here on Glenhaven road,” Doggett explained.

“How'd he do that?”

“You'd better see for yourself.”

“I’m on my way.”

Scully turned to make her downstairs while Rocky was just getting his equipment working properly. He looked up. “It’s everywhere, Dr. Scully. C-13 calliphorone. I'm getting a stiff new reading from up here.”

Scully nodded, “Yeah, Dylan's bedroom's up there. That’s probably what you’re reading. Unfortunately, he's not in it.”

“Where are you going?”

“The kid's on a rampage. I’m going to meet Agent Doggett.” The pheromone machine began to beep loudly and Dr. Bronzino cried in surprise. She called, “You got my number.”

Dr. Bronzino smiled and called out. “Does that mean you’ve changed your mind, Dr. Scully?”

“Not in your wildest dreams, Rocky.”

. . . . . .

Mulder came home, hoping to see, Scully but his heart fell when it was only Mrs. Scully smiling with William. He should be happy to have his son but he was missing his partner more. After a simple dinner and promises of coming to dinner Saturday night, Mrs. Scully left Mulder alone with William on a Friday night. William was quick to fall asleep and Mulde put him to bed. He surveyed the empty apartment. It felt foreign without Scully there with him.

He went back to the couch and tried to get comfortable. Flipping on the TV, he found the Sports Center. He glanced at his cell phone. He checked it one last time before turning it off. If she wasn’t busy saving the world without him, she would find a way to let him know what is going on.

. . . . .

As Scully drove to meet Agent Doggett, her phone started to ring again. She sighed and answered, “Scully.”

“Agent Scully,” Doggett’s voice filtered through the voice piece, “I need you to turn around and go back to Dylan’s house. Monica just called. She got knocked out and Natalie is gone. I think Dylan got her.”

“Is Agent Reyes okay?”

“Yes, I think so. I found her covered in some sort of web. Like a spider.”

Scully’s mind flashed to one of the first cases she and Mulder had on what was supposed to be a walk through the forest. “Call the EMTs and make sure they bring hazmat gear. I’m on my way back to Dylan’s house.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“Take care of Agent Reyes first. And call back up for me as well.”

“You got it. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

She tried to dial Rocky’s number but it was disconnected. As Scully pulled back up at the Lokensgard home, it was still eerily quiet and something felt amiss. She drew her weapon and flashlight and took a few steps in. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Natalie Gordon, the girl that Doggett and Reyes had been after, sitting in a chair and crying. She asked, “Where are they?” Natalie shook her head, unable to speak. “Natalie!”

Natalie’s crying continued. She pointed upstairs wordlessly. Scully pointed her weapon upstairs and began to make her way to the attic. She widened her eyes in disbelief to see large human-sized sacs of web hanging from various positions. She instantly recalled the mysterious web-slinging, glowing insects from Washington state and how her, Mulder, and the park ranger were almost swallowed alive. As she examined them, a small voice emitted, “Help me. Dr. Scully, help me!”

Scully bent down to tear off the web. “Dr. Bronzino?”

“It’s the boy! And the mother!”

“Where are they?”

“I don’t know.” His voice sounded faint. “I don’t feel so good.”

In the distance, she could hear sirens. That must have been Doggett and Reyes coming with the cavalry. She tried to tear the webbing away as she heard the sirens sound to a stop. Bronzino looked faint suddenly and lolled his head backward and his eyes shut. She dragged him out and checked for a pulse. Feeling one, although faint, she began CPR. She heard footsteps running up the stairs and as the flashlight shined on her.

“Agent Scully!” Doggett greeted. “Is that Branzino?”

“He was in one of the web sacks,” she explained quickly, continuing CPR.

“He’s smiling,” Reyes observed.

“He’s what?”

Scully looked down to see Bronzino with his eyes closed but he was smiling. “That sonofabitch,” she cried.

Caught up in the moment, she slapped him against the cheek and got to her feet. The smack was resounding and caused Dr. Bronzino to sit up suddenly and place his hand against the red cheek. “What kind of care was that?”

“A dose of reality,” she snapped. “Make sure the EMTs check him out.”

“I thought we were partners,” he pouted.

“We worked together on this one case. That’s it.” She turned to Doggett and Reyes. “I found him cocooned up like these unknown victims. I had seen something like this once before when I first started on the x-files. That might be worth checking out.”

“We will,” Doggett said, trying to fight from grinning. “But um, do you find any signs of Dylan?”

“Gone. How is Natalie?” Scully answered.

“Fine. Shaken up but I think she’ll be okay,” Reyes said, trying to fight the urge to laugh.

“What?” Scully asked. She turned as the two agents stared at Bronzino who was now trying to charm a female EMT about his close brush with death. “Oh, come on!”

“I’m just saying,” Doggett said. “If Mulder were here, he would have slugged the guy.”

“Just because you were on the receiving end of the man’s fist once, John doesn’t mean he would slug another guy.”

Scully rolled her eyes and cast one lingering glance at Bronzino. “Speaking of Mulder, I need to call him.”

“Let him know about the human fly trap?” Doggett grinned.

“Both of you knock it off,” she grumbled.

“Agent Scully,” one of the police officers called, “I need to get your statement!”

“Can it wait?”

“I’m afraid not, ma’am unless you want to do it in the morning,” the officer said.

Scully sighed. “Fine, fine, I’ll do it tonight.”

Her plans of going home or evening calling Mulder disappeared as she was left with Agents Doggett, Reyes, and the cops investigating the scenes.

. . . . . .

Saturday morning. The sun was just peeking through the windows of the Georgetown apartment as Mulder sipped his coffee. He was preparing to wake William up to take him to do a morning run to the shop down the street for donuts and a newspaper. Despite the jealousy and sour feelings, he had with Scully being in the field, being home on a Saturday morning with his son was nice.

His attention was drawn to the door when he heard a key sliding into the lock, the deadbolt turning, and the door open. In came Scully, still wearing the suit from the night before. She came in, kicked off her boots, and dropped her keys on the table next to the door. She sighed and Mulder stood quietly. “You look like you’ve had a tough case,” he called softly.

Scully looked surprised. “You’re awake.”

“I’m not much of one for sleep. You should know that by now,” he replied. “You didn’t call.”

“I’m sorry,” she started. Her tired mind tried to piece the past 24 hours. “I got busy and distracted. Everything came to a head last night. I didn’t want to wait to see you so I drove through the night…”

“You drove through the night,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“As a doctor, you should know better.” He made his way to her in a few steps and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Scully was shocked by the greeting but relaxed a few seconds later. Her arms came under his and she hugged him tightly. Mulder squeezed his eyes tightly and buried his face into her hair and breathed deeply. “I missed you.”

Scully buried her face into her chest. His cotton shirt smelled of William, old sweat, and just home. “I missed you too.” She lifted her head and kissed him. Mulder smiled and kissed her deeply, not relinquishing his grasp. She chuckled tiredly. “You missed me.”

“Words fail to describe it.”

She smiled again and looked about the empty apartment. “Where is William?”

“Still sleeping. He’ll wake up in another hour or so. What about you? When was the last time you slept?”

“I napped at the station before I hit the road.”

“You’re a doctor,” he admonished.

“I know, I know.”

“So you know bed rest is the thing you need right now. I’ll call your mother later and cancel dinner plans.”

“Dinner plans?”

Mulder nodded. “We thought you were coming home last night so we were going to have dinner as a family. No worries. We can do it tomorrow.”

“Mom usually goes to church first thing.”

“I’m sure she’ll make an exception.”

Scully was already moving towards their son’s bedroom. The need to see her son was killing her. She opened the door slowly to see William still sleeping soundly. “He sleeps like you but like clockwork, he’ll be up ready for his bottle. We were going to run to the store to get donuts and the Saturday paper. I can pick you up for breakfast if you want?”

“That’d be nice.”

At the sound of his mother’s voice, William sleepily opened his eyes and gurgled happily. “He was up earlier, about three, with a diaper. Go ahead. I’ll get his bottle ready and get you some coffee. Unless you want to change.”

“No, no, this is fine.”

Scully bent down to pick up her son, cradled him, and sat in the rocking chair. Mulder smiled at the image before he went to fetch the bottle and coffee. As he came back and saw Scully, still disheveled from her case, smiling and cooing at their son, the anger and bitterness he had been nursing the past few days momentarily vanished.

. . . . . .

“Is William asleep?”

“Yeah,” Mulder replied, crawling into bed with her. “He’ll probably be up around two or three. He’s been consistent the past few nights with you gone. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take the first shift when he wakes up.”

Scully flipped the covers down for him further. “I missed this.”

“Missed what?”

“You, William, us.”

Skinner’s advice came back to him suddenly and Mulder said, “I have something to ask you. Rather something to tell you?”

“What?”

“I was quite moody and jealous when you were gone. I felt...I felt left behind,” he confessed searching for the right words. “I know I screwed up being abducted and dying and putting you through all that before William was born. With you gone…” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“You did nothing wrong. I may have gotten caught up in the work,” she said. Scully reached for his hand. “But this parenthood thing, our relationship, we just need to strike a balance and find out what that is. I enjoyed Saturday with you and William. That’s something we wouldn’t have if we were still on the x-files.”

“True. But I still feel bad.” He pulled her suddenly towards her and she let out a yelp of surprise. He kissed her neck and nuzzled her pajama top open. “William can sleep through anything. And, correct me if I’m wrong, doctor, you’ve healed enough.”

She giggled and slide down so he had better access. “On the case, there was this etymologist that had helped us. Rocky Bronzino. The man kept flirting with me to no end. He ended up in a cocoon…”

“A cocoon you say,” Mulder murmured.

His fingers were already unbuttoning her pajama top, his hand sinking beneath the elastic waistband of her undergarments. She shivered to feel his fingers touch her. “Yes. I got to say I was in a relationship,” she smiled. She sought more kisses from him. “Publicly. Openly. I am in a committed relationship with my partner.”

Mulder smiled and whispered, “You sound so sexy saying that.”

“What? I am in a committed relationship with my partner?”

“Yes.” Scully found herself topless and pulled off Mulder’s shirt. “He made me perform CPR on him.”

Mulder paused. “He did what?”

“Don’t worry. I gave him a good dose of reality.” She snickered. “By slapping him.”

“There’s the Agent Scully I know,” he breathed. “And good. I don’t share.”

Scully let him continue his ministrations, relishing being home and with him again. Her thoughts about the case as she just let herself be present and let herself be free. Mulder moved and loved her, silently thanking whoever was listening he had her and William in his life. After a passionate reunion, Scully cuddled against Mulder, resting her head on his heart. “I missed you.”

He held her and gently played with her hair. “I missed you too.”

On the baby monitor, William began to make noses, crying from one of his parents. “I got it,” Mulder whispered. He kissed her quickly. “And you’re right, we’ll try to find a balance.”

Scully laid back down in bed and watch his naked behind jog to the nursery. She lay back down to watch the shadows on the ceiling and he was back five minutes later. Mulder slid effortlessly back next to her, embracing her again. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “He was just talking in his sleep. Like you do.”

“You mean you,” she yawned.

“I mean you.” He pulled her closer. “It’s good to have you home, Scully.”

“It’s good to be home.”

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Haven DVD Commentaries; 5.22 - A Matter of Time

Commentary with Joshua Brandon (writer for the last episode), Brain Millikin (writer for this episode) and Colin Ferguson (who plays William and directed 5.20)

BM: This was written really as one big two hour episode with 5.21. We did that a bunch of times this year and I think it does feel that way. In a perfect world they would have maybe aired in a two hour block, because this is the most two-partery episode we’ve done all season long. CF: It does feel that way. And I like how in this episode, in every plot line there is someone who’s stuck. Stuck in the fence, stuck in the cave and stuck to a chair. BM: Yes, well that was an edict going into this episode, we needed this one particularly to be a bottle episode. Which for those who are unaware, that is when you spend as much as possible, if not the entire time shooting the episode, on your stage. We typically do it to save time, maybe save some money. Or you’re just gearing up for a bigger episode down the road. It can be a challenge, because on the one hand you’ve just got a lot of people stuck in a room. But the opportunity is really high for some longer stronger scenes and interactions between the characters. It becomes a bit more like a play than an epiosde of a TV show. CF: And when you’re a guest star coming in, your job as a supporting actor is to support the other actors. Now at this point in the season, 21 episodes in, Lucas is tired, Emily is tired, everyone’s just burnt. So I come in and I have to know my lines, and we ended up shooting all of my coverage for the epiosde in about an hour and a half at the tail end of one day. JB: Wow. CF: Anything in this direction [the camera facing towards William in the cave] we did in about an hour and a half, because we spent so much time the other way, with the thinny when it appears and all the other stuff that’s happening. There’s so much more movement there that took the lion’s share. And then turn around and hose down Colin. BM: That is unbelievable. Because that’s like ten pages of dialogue! CF: It was a lot BM: Oh my gosh.

BM: I can’t go any further without giving props to Steven Wright our costume designer - I love Emily’s coat. Emily has had exceptional coat game over the course of the series.

[As Audrey and Duke discover Hailie stuck in the fence] CF: Wow! That’s disgusting when you see it there BM: You know, that was somethign that we talked about for a long time. Number one, in the bottle episode way that we had to shape this, we knew that although we had all these outdoor scenes that we needed to keep them contained pretty much to one place. So that we could shoot as quickly as possible. But at the same time we had the season laid out and we knew the tent poles of the story that we had to hit. We knew by the end of this episode that Duke needed to kill her and take her Trouble, and it was going to be a big deal that he would be taking a Trouble now sort of willingly, to use it. And that was going to start him on a much darker path for the rest of the season. So we just needed to try and dramatise that as best as possible. And it just made sense, given how we had already set up Hailie’s mom dying in the same way - becuase all Troubles have a down side, and hers gave out on her at the exact time she needed it most, when she was passing through a fence. So we were watching a cut of that episode [about Barbara] and we figured the same thing should happen with Hailie. And it winds up telling a story about repeating what’s happened before. The sins of the father, destiny, all that stuff. CF: And a great performance by Tamara [as Hailie] too. That sort of squeal that she had there was not over done. It was gross. JB: She was great. And right from the beginning when she was cast in 5.15, as soon as they started seeing the dailies come in, we were all thinking that if there was a way to bring her back then we should, because she was really terrific. BM: Yes and she did not have an easy job on this one. She spent an entire day standing in this - I think painful - rig, with that fence going half into her. And she couldn’t move. CF: And the issue with that is you can’t go to the bathroom. Or, you can but it’s a time suck, you know if it takes 20 minutes to get out of the thing and 20 minutes to get back in again. BM: Yeah. But the fence was also sort of a practical thing, in that we needed her to be in a situation where she’s probably going to die, but where we could still talk to her. So she couldn’t be cut in half or something. So the fence was just kind of, logical really. And we had looked into some real life accidents where people have been impaled and this idea that the shock means you don’t really feel it, at least for a little while - and that was important because she needed to be able to have a conversation and not just be screaming in pain. JB: And also knife victims; leaving the knife in can prevent you from bleeding out. CF: By the way that fence was built by production, it was not an existing part of the location.

[Dave about to get hypnotised] BM: So this side of the story was probably the most important one. This was the other big tent pole that we knew coming into this was that this was going to be John [who plays Dave] Dunsworth’s last episode. John is fantastic, but we were losing him to another show already, and we had always intended that as we got towards the end game of the season that we would see some of our characters lose their lives. It just felt that with the stakes as high as they are, it wouldn’t really be realistic that everyone would make it through. So it just made sense given the story we were telling, that it would be Dave. But we had some problems because we knew that he was going to be tied up for the whole episode. Because it’s a bottle episode but also because last time we left him untied up he started killing people. So we needed our other characters to be smart enough to tie him up, but we also needed him to have a story that took him beyond just sitting there. So that’s where this whole ‘mind palace’ experience wound up coming from. And the same thing with what’s happening here [Vince and Dwight realising they’ve lost time]. We’d never really leaned into the lost time of it all, it happened on a couple of occasions, but knowing that we were going to dispatch with it this episode, we figured this should be one where we really kind of go crazy with some lost time stuff. I think it wound up really working well, because it gave Adam and Richard [as Dwight and Vince] a lot to play with. Again, as a bottle episode, just standing in the room.

CF: That wide shot of the cave is amazing; it makes the room look significantly bigger than it actually is. That first shot that started the scene. The room was not that big, it was probably only maybe 20 feet square. BM: Wow. You two were terrific in these scene. I wish we could have done more. But we knew we only had you for two episodes CF: Yes, I was contractually on other things before and after BM: Yeah, so we knew where we were going with Nathan and William throughout. We all really liked William, and sort of understood where he was coming from, in a good way. I think all good Bad Guys, you can kind of relate to how they wound up the way they did CF: And you guys did a great job of that, through and through, of making the reasons why he’s doing it real, and defensible. JB: The original title of this episode, I think, as “A Fool For Love” BM: That’s correct. I was like; I love that title, let’s use it - why do I love it so much? And then realised, it’s the title of an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Which I love that episode, it was the one that was all about Spike, also about their bad guy and getting to know what’s the matter with him. So if I’d had my way, we would have had more of Nathan and William in this cave. I think originally they were going to be stuck in there for a whole act CF: Oh wow BM: You were going to be running around, there was more stuff outside. A lot of that got pushed into about two minutes of episode 5.21

CF: I came up to Halifax for this with my girlfriend and my son, first time I’d gone on location with them. So when I come home at the end of the day I’m handed a baby to take care of. So for me, I had a ton of dialogue to learn JB: That’s a lot CF: Well you’re learning, your’e learning how to do it. It’s just a life thing that you deal with. BM: Well and you had just directed the previous episode a couple days before hand, right? How much time did you have off between directing and then having to sit in a cave for a day? CF: About ten hours. JB: Wow BM: Wow.

BM: It was a bit of a chllange this episode because we had three story lines, or four if you think about Dave in his own mind. And we’re just cutting between them all, they basically each get one scene and act, is how it winds up working out. And each one, they’re still in the same place they were before. So we had been really worried at the script stage, that it was maybe going to feel a little too static. But I’m happy to say that you guys killed it. CF: Well and watching it now, Tamara does such a good job of that kind of Faustian moment, of; I’m going to ignore the consequences/oh no here are the consequences. And it’s so hard to make that likeable, because if you do it badly the audience is just going to be going; Well you knew it was coming, you idiot. But she actually pulls it off JB: She’s amazing BM: Yeah, it was a little bit like what happened with Lisa Hawkins in 5.21. We had set up this, well Matt McGuinness had felt that in season four and some previous seasons, we had ignored the reality of the situation a little bit. So he had wanted where possible to really have people just react the way that you and I would. So we felt that this was another example of that, that Hailie’s going to be pretty pissed off about what’s happened to her. And that if Duke came to her and asked for help, she’s not going to be like; Yeah I’m going to be a hero and do the bigger thing. Real people don’t do that, she would instead probably be pretty mad at him and blame him for what’s happened to her.

JB: I love what they did here with this mind palace stuff. We talked about this a lot when we were conceiving these episodes. And it should be no surprise that Brian and I are Star Trek fans, and there was a DS9 episode right towards the end, it wasn’t a great one, it was called Extreme Measures, and it was O’Brian and Bashir’s last adventure, and they wind up in a sort of a mind palace. And I was reading some behind the scenes stuff that they wanted to treat the set differently and have psychedelic images on the walls and really make it different from - Oh we ran out of time and money so we just re-used these sets. They couldn’t do that there because they had to play on a whole thing of; Oh it might be reality, it might not. We didn’t have that, so that’s why you’ve got the tree and the bike and everything. CF: The tree is the best one because as soon as that goes up you’ve got the iconography of being some place else. JB: Exactly, and we really got to play with that. BM: I would like to be able to say that I got the idea from DS9, but I took it from a Stephen King book, Dreamcatcher, which they made into a movie with Damian Lewis and his character spends a good chunk of the film in his own head. It’s visualised as a sort of library, he’s running around looking for books trying to find the right bit of information. And so like so many things we’ve done in the show, we try to pull from other Stephen King books, or the Stephen King universe, and that was another way we were able to do. I’m kind of surprise that it worked and we were able to sell it through - it was kind of a dicey thing. I think Sherlock helped us a lot too. JB: And John Dunsworth is so good in those scenes BM: Yes, which were not easy because he was just there by himself. He had to spend a day just wandering around the Haven Herald alone, and then the next scene he’s talking to a disembodied voice on a radio. Because we couldn’t yet reveal that Croatoan is William Shatner. CF: And on the day when you’re shooting stuff like that it’s always the script supervisor, way off camera, shouting out the lines, and you have to react like it’s coming from … wherever. It’s always a bit of an exercise. BM: And to make it worse, it was his last day on the show. Five years of work, and the big send off for him is that he gets to work by himself. CF: I was there for the send off, it was a lovely lunch and it was quite emotional. And everyone came down from the office, it was quite a send off. BM: That’s great. He’s been fantastic. JB: I really liked John, he was one of the first actors I got to talk to on the phone (becuase I never went up to Canada) but he was one of the first people I dealt with when I started here and he was just telling jokes and being hilarious. Really sweet guy. BM: Yeah it speaks super highly of him that I was - well I still am a nobody, but I certainly was a nobody when I was doing my first episode back in season two. And I was walking home through the parking lot, everyone else had already gone home, and this car comes peeling out of nowhere and starts doing doughnuts around me. Then he slams his breaks on, rolls down his window - I thought I was going to die, but it was John Dunsworth asking me if I had dinner plans, and we went and had some food. He’s a great guy.

BM: So this was something else that we knew we’d have to do at some point in this episode - 5.21 was Audrey and Duke coming back together again, and this episode was going to have to be a bit of of the shit hitting the fan. And she has to ask him to do the thing that he left town for, and that he doesn’t want to have to do. And she’s right. JB: Yeah and on some level Duke knows that. Because it’s all about destiny and that’s the vision he saw, and he can’t escape it - the worst thing he ever had to do was kill becuase Audrey told him to, and now he has to do it again. BM: It was a tough one. We at this point knew where Duke’s story was going, which also made us sad, for Duke. So all of this episode for him, was just about dealing with inevitability that he’s just kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place.

CF: I can’t believe that Duke and Audrey just left Hailie there on her own again to go and have another conversation BM: We got that note from the studio, and the way that we were able to get away with it, is that this episode takes place in real time. So she’s only there for about 42 minutes in total. Both of these episodes take place over the course of a couple hours; which is crazy when you think about it.

CF: You guys did a great job of making William’s appeals to Nathan logical. I find the biggest problem is when you get a scene where what you’re being asked to do, no one would do. Where there’s really thin logic that doesn’t really work and you’re supposed to pour your heart into it, but you’re just thinking; why would anyone do this? But with this I feel like I’m in the right. JB: Well it’s also not interesting otherwise. And Brian did such a good job with all that because, we do care for William. Even though he’s done these horrible things. And I think this episode is about him redeeming himself; in his own eyes as well as the audience’s. Because he’s been a fool for love, because he’s done things that he probably wouldn’t have done if he hadn’t felt so strongly for Mara. Who didn’t really care as much about him as he did for her. I think we’ve all been there. BM: I’ve been really attached to this idea that we ended up doing at the end of the episode, where Nathan’s wearing one of those rings around his neck, and we’ve spent a long time this season revealing what they were and what they could do for people like William and Mara. And I had really wanted to try to get to a place where Nathan could give one to Williiam. JB: Definitely. BM: That had been our goal - our stretch goal (if we can get there then great) - for the end of this episode. And there was a bit of push back, because Nathan had been wearing that ring around his neck since season two, and it had been his dad’s and Lucy’s and everything else. But I was just like; Nah, he should give it to William. But I think it wound up working, because it actually required William meeting him half way. JB: Yeah and he deserved it; he deserved to go home. I think that great line, I don’t remember exactly, but it’s like; You don’t deserve to die, I don’t know if they want you there, but you don’t deserve to stay here.

JB: In the cave scenes I also love the play on status, that Nathan is the one whose body is breaking down, he’s getting weaker and weaker, but William is the one pinned under the rock. So in theory William is at a disadvantage, but he’s just watching and he can wait it out if necessary. BM: Well that came out of necessity a bit, because originally they were both going to be in the cave but free, so they would fight for a bit and then get to a detente kind of a place. But enough people were like; That will never happen - they will fight until one of them dies. So it was like; OK, what about if one of them is trapped? So if William’s trapped, he’s smart, he’s a little Loki-ish, his biggest power is maybe his voice and he can break Nathan down that way.

[Vince with a gun pointed at Dave’s head] BM: Oh, so sad. JB: It is really sad, and this is what happens when a show goes on and you have to make big decisions, you don’t want to do it. I remember coming home and my wife was watching the show, the first half of the season, and she was saying; It’s getting dark - I don’t like where it’s going. And I couldn’t say anything, but in the back of my head I knew where it was going. But that’s the beauty of telling a story like this, is you get to have real consequences. You’ve got to make some sacrifices if the story is taking these dark turns. BM: I’m super happy that that voice mail bit with Dwight actually worked. It was an 11th hour save, because we were like; How are these guys ever going to figure out what the hell is going on? Because they keep having their memories wiped. I was like; Maybe Dwight gets a voice mail?? And everyone else was like; That’s a great idea! And I was; That’s a great idea???

BM: And we’re coming up on an Oprah Winfrey call back here [with Vince and Dave]. The first of many callbacks. This was just the idea that there’s some sort of untoward relationship or fascination with Oprah Winfrey that Vince and Dave both share. And that seemed like a good idea because we needed a litmus test to prove it was Dave, and a call back always works. JB: We never established what that was though, did we? BM: No. JB: We just know that it’s something between them. Duke knows about it too because he brings it up at the beginning of season four. BM: Exactly. You’d have to ask Gabrielle Stanton about that one. But it was the first of a few call backs that we tried to squeeze into this episode. Heavy shows up later on, and even Maddie Irons, we brought her back. We really start doing that a lot in this episode and the next few. We didn’t know whether this was going to be the end of the series or not, but regardless it was going to be a big season and we wanted to start looking back to the past a little bit. I think we varying degrees of success.

BM: So we knew that Dave was going to die at the end of the episode and that Croatoan was going to leave his body. But nobody wanted Dave to die in vain. We wanted him to have a hero moment. So we decided really early on, that he could do something to take away the lost time power that Croatoan has. Mostly because, as we tried to break what was happening in the following episodes, the fact that Croatoan could erase the memories at any point in time, made it completely impossible. So we realised we needed to get rid of that, and that gave us an opportunity to have Dave do something, which then beget the wall of clocks and his mission to go back into his mind palace here. But then again, if Dave *knew* he was going to die, that makes him less heroic, so we had to kind of do this whole dance were Dave was going to be spared. We had conversation after conversation for weeks about the levels of heroism - like, too heroic? not heroic enough? But you talk about all of that, and then it goes away when you watch John Dunsworth here because he is fantastic. And those two guys, their last two scenes together, all of those concerns just go by the way side.

CF: They got a sunny day for these scenes with Hailie, that’s great. There had been a lot of rain in the weeks before. JB: Yeah you wouldn’t really think this was shot shortly after the scenes with William and Nahtan in the woods. They got really lucky. BM: And we were just so lucky that Tamara was available to play Hailie. When we had here in 15 and 16 on that Duke side story, at that time we had not intended to bring her back. But we really liked her and found an opportunity, and now, I couldn’t imagine it any other way because Duke’s relationship with her in those episodes, that he started her Trouble and that he knew what happened with her mom - it all plays into what’s happening here. So it makes it so much better. And they were great. Unfortunately he has to kill her here - we talked for a long time about how to do it. There was this idea that he could snap her neck, but that felt kind of cruel, and so what we liked what this idea that he could kind of embrace her and pull her, so that he makes her injuries worse and that was what was kill her. But iti was the idea that he could hug her instead of some brutal thing. You know, he could have suffocated her or various things but that just felt too cruel. But they both sold it. JB: Beautifully directed moment too. BM: Yes. And unfortunately for Duke, and for Eric Balfour, he’s had to do a few really harrowing things like this to people over the course of the series. I think it’s because he started out the show as this kind of care-free, fun-loving guy, it just sort of makes sense with the nature of television that you start torturing people for season after season. But he does such a good job with it, that it was just only natural. He is as good at dealing with the dark things he’s had to do as any body.

CF: I’m happy that Emily’s walking better. I mean just standing there was an issue when we were shooting 5.20. BM: Even then you can see, we did start re-writing stuff so that she wouldn’t have to walk around as much. He can walk over to her, there just to be more running around in that story.

CF: By the way when you’re working with foam for days, everyone’s walking around on it, the ground gets completely crushed and pulverised into tiny little pieces, so its … your lungs aren’t happy by the end of it. Becuase it’s foam, it’s not meant to last more than a few days BM: That’s a great shot though. It looks great, worked out really well. CF: Yeah they do a great job as a crew, all the prep and getting the right lenses for that super wide angle - because it makes the scene to give it some scope.

[As Nathan takes a handful of aether] BM: So we always knew we were going to try and get to this point in the episode where Nathan was sort of forced to do waht William wanted him to do. And this moves them into a different tone of what’s going on between them.

JB: The controller crystal there, that was kind of modelled on the kryptonian crystals from the 1978 Superman movie CF: And that aether stains anything it touches. So we had to cover our hands with silicone barrier cream and just take it off immediately afterwards or it would stain permanently. BM: It’s funny there’s a bit of a vestige of previous versions of the script where your foot was stuck rather than your arm. So it was still in the script that William would cup the aether with both hands and then open them up again to reveal the balls spinning. And I realised after we shot it that was impractical now - but you did such a good job selling it. CF: Well we had a long discussion about how much pain I could show. Because if your arm is trapped by a boulder you’re going to be in pain, but if I leaned on that through a whole episode, that gets old. Because also Tamara would be doing something similar with Hailie’s story. So I sort of played that it was more numb, so that I could make the point of the scenes be the dialogue.

BM: For the longest time we didn’t have Heavy back, Robert Maillet, but he was such a good sport, he flew up just for the day. I think we got him on a break from The Strain. Really nice guy.

[William, about Duke and Mara; “I should kill you just for putting that image in my head”] *general agreement this is a great line* JB: We were talking about this section and wondering how William would react [to William learning about Mara using Duke] and I think all of us figured he’d be like; Yeah that sounds about right. As opposed to be upset or angry. CF: I did a few versions of that, some were more jokey but I can see why they didn’t get in because you can’t go too light there or the stakes go away BM: You guys really sold it. The idea of how Nathan gets through to William had always been, not that he would make some great argument and convince him, but that he would sort of challenge William, almost insult him so much that he finally got through to him. That felt the most realistic. CF: Well I take my hat off to you guys as the writers and Eric on the lighting, because when you’re reading a script thinking; Oh ok I’m trapped under fake boulders for an episode, … You’re thinking; This could be bad. But it doesn’t feel take.

[As Duke cuts his hand to let out the Trouble] JB: Can I just say, I’ve seen people do this on television a lot and it looks incredibly painful. CF: Yeah I cringe. If I had to cut myself, I wouldn’t use my palm. I’d use the back. JB: I’d be going for a pinprick, not dragging the knife right across my skind.

BM: So this is the place we wanted to get to where William is not a bad guy, not a good guy, somewhere in between. CF: Well and I like that you didn’t make him all of a sudden all like; *overly happy voice* Golly Gee, I’ve seen the light and I was wrong. You know he still has a bit of swagger where he’s just like; Get out of here JB: Yeah; Before I change my mind. Because I might. CF: Yeah. BM: It felt realistic for him. And in a strange way, I mean it’s a cliche, but him and Nathan wind up having more in common than perhaps either of them would care to admit. They are more similar characters. Nathan could have been William if the circumstances were different. JB: I love this too, this wasn’t quid-pro-quo, it was; “get out of here I’m letting you live” and then Nathan decides to hand over the ring. I really like that they don’t strike a bargain as such; it’s just two independent things that these characters decided to do for each other. CF: I like that moment, because I’m thinking William doesn’t get a lot of gifts. Birthdays, christmas, he’s not getting a lot of presents, so. BM: Yeah. And he’s spent a long time in the void.

BM: It’s funny William’s last words to Nathan there. We had always thought that he’d give us some clue that they could use in the next episodes. But then we shot the episode and coudln’t put the clue back in. He just gets a bit of advice - that it’s going to be bad - but it wasn’t really something we could call back to. Missed opportunity.

[Nathan; Where Hailie] JB: That very obliquely references the scene in 5.21 where Duke tells Nathan to talk to Charlotte, and Nathan says, I can’t, and Duke realises she’s dead. And now Nathan’s realising that Hailie is dead. BM: Wow. JB: You didn’t catch that the first time did you? BM: No. I wrote that, too.

[Vince saying goodbye to Dave] BM: So this was a scene we were looking forward to, in a sad dramatic kind of way. We knew that there needed to be a moment between these two. So we wanted Dwight to sign on to Dave’s plan early on, and then give Vince and Dave a moment, because this is their last scene together. And we just felt like we needed Dave to step up to the plate here. These guys have spent their entire lives protecting Haven and it’s secrets, and they’re in uncharted territory here but it’s like; Who are you really and what are you going to do? And we knew that Dave was going to step up in this episode and then Vince is going to do the same thing, pretty much, two episodes from now. It ends differently for Vince, but even going back to the pilot, these two had all of the secrets. And the idea had always been that eventually the show would catch up to them, and bring them along with it - like they would be swept up with it. CF: I love that idea that everything has a cost. That if you want to be the gatekeeper, or the holder of secrets, you’ve got to pay that bill at a certain point. JB: That’s a really sweet moment; Dave’s “Copy that big brother.” BM: Yeah I think we took that from some of the radio speak that Dave did in Roots, 2.05, when he was talking over the short wave radio. JB: That moment really gets me, where he smiles as he goes under BM: When I wrote this I originally imaged the exact same device as Men In Black, for some reason. But then we looked into it and it turns out that is what some people use for hypnosis, these little hand held strobing devices.

[Dave shouting at Croatoan] BM: John Dunsworth is great here. And again, it’s tough; he had to shoot all this by himself, just shouting at a disembodied voice. But you don’t even think about it, because that’s what John Dunsworth can do. JB: And you wouldn’t get many takes at this, either [Dave smashing up the clocks and the wall] BM: No. You can maybe tell, it might be a bit too obvious, but there’s a late addition to the scene here when Dave writes in his notebook, Because we needed everyone else to know that Croatoan’s plan is to go after Audrey, but there was really no way for them to know that. So we realised it was maybe one little last beat that Dave could do for them, something that he has figured out how to leave a message on himself. And that gave us a cool last beat of the episode. But it was literally added in I think a couple days before we started shooting. CF: John gave a really nice speech that day at lunch when he was retiring from the show. He was quite choked up about how much the show had meant to him. I think he said he didn’t appreciate this coming at this point in his life; having five years on a show and a huge extended family. BM: We got super lucky with both John and Richard. When we were casting the show we knew we were going to be shooting in Chester Nova Scotia, and we needed to cast Vince and Dave as pretty local guys. We didn’t want to have to be flying them in and out, we were hoping to find someone in the area. Those guys both lived a few miles away from where we were shooting, had both done tons of work, and they auditioned and got the job instantly. They were fantastic and everyone could not believe their luck. And they I think had only known each other a little bit, but had this incredible raport. John had lived right in the area forever; his family are like the Kennedy’s of Nova Scotia. CF: Oh yeah they’re everywhere BM: And Richard Donat built his house with his own hands out there in the woods, it’s remarkable, and has been there for decades. They’re both great guys, we were so lucky to have them.

[As Nathan Duke and Audrey discuss the controller crystol] BM: Thiis scene wound up being a bit more important than I think any of us really thought that it would. I thought it was just be funny if they talked about the fact they had no idea how to use this thing they just spent the last two episodes getting, and now they have no idea what to do with it JB: Yeah I think in an earlier draft it was more comedic BM: But this is the last time these three are really together again on the show. And certainly in slightly nicer circumstances. So it really wound up being about them appreciating that. The Three Musketeers together again. So it actually wound up being really moving. And coming right on the heels of what just happened with Dave; it’s pretty sad.

CF: And by the way just so you know, those aren’t the colours of real life. That house is not that yellow. The jeep is not quite that blue. Everything’s racheted up a little bit. I mean just a little; 10, 15%. I guess they were making the fall colours really punch because we’ve never really been in the fall before.

[Croatoan talking to Vince and Dwight via Dave’s body] BM: So this had been part of the plan from way back when; we knew that we would have Croatoan in Haven for the last four episodes of the season, so we knew that the end of this episode would have Croatoan pouring out of Dave. And there was a lot of talk about what that would look like. There were some people pushing for Dave’s body to explode, but that just felt cruel. So I’m so happy that he’s pouring out as this mist. And this made it a bit spookier because the next episode is about what is Croatoan? Because they don’t really know and i’ts not until the end of the next episode that we see that he now looks a lot like William Shatner. And here’s the note [on Dave’s arm] we were talking about that this wasn’t originally in here, and we added it really late. But I’m really happy that we did.

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jamie-leah · 5 years ago

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War of Wolves (5)

Season 1

Episode 5 - Kill Or Be Killed

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have been on the streets for the past two years, ever since your accident that left you with the ability to tell if someone is lying. You work as an informant for the white wolf and his mob but you had never met him…until you overhear a phone call that leads you to saving his life. Now he wants you to work for him. Its an offer you couldn’t refuse…right?

Word Count: 2360

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Death, Injury

A/N: Here’s another one! Thank you so much for all your support and kind words, it means a lot! Tags are still open for this. Also looks like I’m putting an episode out every Saturday is that helps anyone? Enjoy Lovelies!

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It wasn’t until two days later that you had a real problem with Adalee and couldn’t stay quiet about it. You were called into Bucky’s office to talk about what he wanted you to do as he questioned a man tomorrow.

You walk in to see Adalee sitting on Bucky’s desk trying to talk to him. Her whiney voice assaults your ears, “but why won’t you tell me who it is?”.

Bucky looks up at you, but answers her, “because you don’t need to know”.

“But I’m just curious”, her voice doesn’t change, but you can see she’s lying, and you frown at her.

It was then that you saw her playing with a necklace. At first you think nothing of it but as you get closer and watch it catch the light you stop dead.

Your eyes flick to her face to find her already watching you with a smirk. You don’t even try and be polite about it, “give it back”.

In the corner of your eye you see Bucky frown until he follows your line of sight to Adalee and then he scowls. She doesn’t do anything, so you try again, “give me the necklace back Adalee. It was my mother’s”.

She slides from the desk and turns to face you, “I don’t know what you mean-“.

You voice could cut glass, “the one around your fucking neck. Give it back or-“.

Her face becomes serious for once, “or what?”.

That’s when Bucky stands from his chair, “give it back Adalee, before I lose every ounce of patience I have for your sickly presence”.

Her face looks like its been slapped. She drops the necklace on the desk before walking out in what can only be described as murderous rage.

You watch Bucky pick up the necklace and examine it. The necklace had a white crystal star with a blue crystal in the middle of the star. It was glittering in the light as he held it out to you.

When you take it from him he says, “its beautiful”. You stare at it and he gives you a minute before you both carry on with talking about Bucky’s plan.

Throughout the week Bucky used you for various things in terms of your ability. Despite the circumstances you enjoyed spending the time with him, but then he got an extremely important business trip.

Pretty much everyone went. Bucky and Steve and Sam went and most of the guys in the house went too. It was meant to last a few days. With so many people gone, the house felt empty, too quiet.

It was the second night that everyone had been away when you made your way to the kitchens to cook. It was quite late at night and you were having trouble sleeping.

On your way to the kitchen you walk passed Bucky’s office, but see the door slightly ajar. The door was never left open. From all the time you’ve been here, if he was in or out of the office the door was closed.

You frown as curiosity beckons you closer. As you peep through the open doorway you see a lamp on at Bucky’s desk and Adalee looking through some of Bucky’s documents. You don’t even think about your reaction as you push the door open, “what are you doing?”.

Her head snaps up as she’s halfway through rifling through a file. She couldn’t look anymore than like a deer caught in the headlights. She smiles sweetly, “Bucky just asked me to look for something and then send him a picture of it”.

Even if you didn’t have your ability, you’d still think she was full of shit. You go with it anyway as you start walking into the room, “okay, tell me what you’re looking for and I’ll help you find it faster”.

Her smile becomes more strained, “Bucky just asked me for a reason. He doesn’t want other people looking at it”.

“But he’s fine with you looking at it?”, the question slips out before you can check yourself. Her smile drops away and you find her studying you. It makes you uncomfortable, so you decide to leave and try and find one of Bucky’s men somewhere to contact Bucky. You hold your hands up in a placating way, “okay, I’ll leave you to it”.

You turn to walk out. You nearly make it to the door before everything goes black.

You don’t think much time has passed when you start to wake up. The first thing that you notice is your head is pounding. The second thing was that you were tied to a chair. As your brain starts to realise you’re still in Bucky’s office, Adalee comes into focus in front of you.

She watches you for a moment as you get your bearings, “I can’t believe that from the few weeks you’ve been here, how much you’ve fucked up my entire work”.

You swallow hard as you watch her. She looks more like a serial killer than a dumb girl pacing in front of you now. You feel your heart racing painfully in your chest as she speaks again, “none of this would have happened if you hadn’t told Bucky about Blake. Bucky would be dead by now and I’d be back with-“. She catches herself before she slips a name.

Your voice comes out quiet, “so you’re the one Blake was talking to on the phone?”.

She keeps pacing, not looking at you, “it took me ages to recruit Blake. The planning it took to plant negative seeds in Bucky’s head about him slowly and then sleeping with Blake for months. And then you come and undo it all in two days!”.

While she talks you feel your restraints are quite loose around your hands. You keep fiddling with them as you keep her talking, “did you always have the plan to kill Bucky or were you recruited too?”.

She laughs, “this was always the plan. I would do anything for him, anything he asked”. You knew she wasn’t talking about Bucky.

“Well, looks like you failed whoever ‘He’ is rather spectacularly”, you brace for her reaction. She stops her pacing and comes closer to yell in your face. About halfway through her yelling you bring your legs up, which she forgot to tie down, and kick her as hard as you can in her stomach.

She goes flying across the floor and hits her head on a cabinet. You don’t waste time as you rip your hands from your restraints. You rush over to Bucky’s desk, praying to god that he keeps a gun somewhere in his desk. You rush through a few draws before finally finding a small handgun.

You pick it up, but before you can look up, Adalee hits you in the side with the chair. You fall to the floor and hear the gun clatter somewhere else. Your side screams in pain as your body goes to curl in on itself, but she wrenches you so that you’re on your back and straddles you.

The pain was making it hard to think and breathe as your feel her wrap her hands around your throat, a crazed look in her eyes as she watches you. You try to struggle but to no avail. She keeps squeezing until you bring your hand up to her face and dig your nails in as hard as you can.

She screeches as she takes one hand from your neck to touch the wound. With one arm out of the way you scream through the pain and use your arms to push her chest. She falls back enough for you to kick her further away.

You cough and take in as much air as you can as you scramble to turn around and try and spot the gun. By the time you see it you feel her nails dig into your ankle trying to pull you down to her.

You kick her hand away with a crunch and hear her shriek. You push yourself away from her and towards the gun as you slide across the smooth floor. You reach your hand out despite the pain in your side and wrap your fingers around the gun.

She grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back sharply as you see her go to reach for the gun. You push it away as it slides out of reach across the floor and then elbow her in the stomach. You feel her weight leave you as air leaves her lungs.

You move quicker to the gun this time and turn as she starts to get up. You don’t hesitate to fire the gun three times in her chest and watch as she falls face down on the floor. You drop the gun and shuffle further away from her.

The pain starts to register again now that you’re not fighting for your life. You sit back against the wall as you hear shouts somewhere in the house. You take a few moments to try and get your breathing in control as a few of Bucky’s men rush into the room.

Of course, when Bucky’s men walked into the room it just looked like the new homeless girl Bucky hired just killed his kind of girlfriend. They didn’t really know what to do so they took you to the medical wing but cuffed you to the bed until Bucky could get back and sort it out.

You didn’t mind all that much. The cuffs weren’t tight, and you were in bed recovering. You had a small cut in the back of your head due to Adalee knocking you out. Your side was severely bruised due to the chair and you had scratches on your left ankle.

It was about a day later when Bucky came back. You weren’t sure how long he had been back when he came bursting into your med room. He looked you over. One glance at you cuffed to the bed and he looked at the man that was guarding you and growled, “get the cuffs off”.

The guy was rushing so much he dropped the keys twice before darting out of the room and away from Bucky. Just as the guy left Steve came into the room too. You joke to break the tension, “is this a party? I didn’t expect so many visitors”.

Steve gives you a small smile, but Bucky remains serious as he comes closer, “the doctor said you had a few injuries. He wanted to keep you in mainly to observe your head”.

You nod slightly, “he said my head is doing fine and that I can go back to my room soon”.

“What happened?”, Bucky’s voice was strained in anger, but you had a feeling it wasn’t directed at you. You tell him everything, from catching her in the office to her tying you up and everything she said and then to the fight that ended in you killing her.

Bucky’s face darkened with every progression in the story as Steve’s face became grimmer. Steve is the first to ask you a question, “I thought that Blake said he wasn’t working with anyone else in our organisation?”.

You nod, “yes. I told you, my ability has limits. If a person genuinely believes what they’re saying, then I probably won’t pick up on the lie. Plus, it depends on their wording. Blake didn’t think of Adalee as apart of your organisation but as apart of whoever she’s working for”.

Steve nods as Bucky turns to him, “go talk to the men that were here, I don’t want this getting out just yet”.

Steve leaves without a word. Bucky turns back to you with a face you can’t quite read, “I’m sorry”.

You frown at him, “what for?”.

He sighs, “I said I’d protect you as part of the deal and I haven’t done a very good job of that. You could have died-“.

You cut him off gently, “but I didn’t…and you said you didn’t know how to get rid of her, so I’ve made your life easier”.

He smiles at your comment before becoming serious again, “was that the first person you’ve ever killed?”.

He watches you as you answer, “no…there was one before her, on the streets…it was another kill or be killed kind of situation”.

Before Bucky can say anything, the Doctor walks in, “just done some final tests and they’ve come back fine. You’ll be bruised for a while, but you’re free to go whenever you like”. You and Bucky thank him before he leaves the room.

You push the blanket away and sit up. You start to twist in order to get out of bed but end up clutching your side and crying out softly in pain. Before you’ve even blinked, Bucky is there. His face comes level with yours as he speaks, “I’ll carry you to your room, and I swear to god if you argue with me Doll…”.

You laugh lightly at his jokey threat but nod your head at his offer. You wrap your arms around his neck as he puts his arms behind your back and under your knees. He looks at you and you think you see worry in his eyes, “you ready? It might hurt”.

You nod as he lifts you gently. You let out a whimper, but it hurt less than you thought it would. He makes a point to walk slowly and smoothly to your room. A part of you can’t help but appreciate how strong he must be to carry you with such ease and softness.

You let your head fall back on his shoulder as tiredness hits you. You take in the smell of him as it comforts you enough to make your eyes droop. Its not long before he reaches your room. You’re struggling to stay awake as he places you on your bed.

You vaguely hear him commanding you to sleep and hear him sit down in a chair in your room, but you’re not sure if he stays as darkness swallows your tired form.

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Behind the scenes 🌿

@ecmoab said: “Hey, i Hope you are taking requests. I was wondering if you could write more Aron imagine maybe with y/n being part of elite cast with of behind the scene or interview. “

a/n: I hope it’s alright and you like it! Enjoy and stay safe everyone! Lots of love!! 🌿❤️ word count: 1.445

Arón Piper x reader 🌿

The filming was finally over and the last day on set literally made everyone cry. It was so beautiful to work with so many amazing people and they are like a family to you. Spending almost a year filming, laughing and crying beside them made you finally belong somewhere. You watched the first seasons and loved all the characters, but when you entered in the Élite family so many things have changed. Starting with the plot and ending with the cast. Ander, Omar, Rebeka, Samu and Guzmán remained in the scenario because they have an important liaison role to tie the stories. You were happy because since the first episode of the first season you adored Arón’s character and you wished his story to go on.

“Okay guys, we have a shooting programmed Friday and Monday an interview for Cosmopolitan España. I want everyone there on time for the hair, make up and changing, alright?”

You all nodded from your seats. It was the last time you could do that and all the emotions leaked into the tears you hardly managed to keep from falling.

“Alright. All of you did an amazing job, thank you so much. You are indeed very talented and I can’t wait to work with you again in the future.” the director said and hugged all of you.

That was the moment you cracked and let those tears run down your cheeks. You hugged each and every one of them. Miguel helped you so much through this year and created somehow a bonding. From Omar you learned so many things like how to balance the life on and off the screen and how to switch off quickly to made into the character with no problems. Omar is the funny one of the group and made your days on set a lot easier. And Arón is literally the best. He was there when you needed to laugh or to cry. He was there helping you reach any moods and always there when you needed someone for literally anything. Arón is your best friend and you could say he is the one you connect with the most. He’s not a sentimental one, he is not going to burst into tears because he has been through this many times, but this time it’s different for him. Not only him was there for you, but you were also by his side more than you thought. He is hoping it’s not the and and he would be able to see you in the future. “Hey beautiful, there’s no need to cry!” Arón hugged you even tighter and that was all you needed. There are not teares caused by the sadness, more like happiness because you helped this amazing people finish such a beautiful project. “Lo siento!” you broke off from the hug as you heard your phone ringing. You smiled at the view of the contact and answered quickly. “Feliz cumpleaños, cariño! Te quiero mucho!” the voice of your mother made you smile as you exited the building, but frozed at the image in front of your eyes. “Gracias, mama! Yo también te quiero mucho, pero tengo que ir!” as soon as you ended the call, the cast sang “Feliz cumpleaños” to you, along with the Mariachi. You heard Arón singing next to you then felt his hand going up and down on your back. Itzan approached with a cake in his hands with your name and candles on it. You stood there shocked and smiling like dumb. You haven’t told anyone it’s your birthday, you didn’t like surprises at all but you enjoyed that moment. ------- The Monday morning found you still hungover trying to recover from the night before. Your head hurts like hell, you still have this horrible feeling that you are going to threw up in any moment and your eyes burned so bad but you needed to keep them opened.

Almost fell asleep on the chair while the hairdresser was playing with your hair, and despite the make-up artist made you look like spick and span, you still couldn’t manage to feel acceptable. The party ended around four in the morning and until you got home, it remained only three hours left for sleep. “You look like you’ve been hit by the truck.” Arón entered the trailer and sat down on the chair next to you while the make-up artist made him look alive as well. He has his eyes hidden behind the black glasses, but you could tell he just have woken up because of his hoarse voice. You laughed, “I’m surprised you could got up from bed after how much you drank last night.” “What can I say, (y/n)? It was a successful party, but I’m a serious man and I would never be late somewhere.” he laughed and waited for you. It was indeed a successful party, you had so much fun. You celebrated your party at some club in the centrr of Madrid where everyone danced all night, alcohol was pouring almost without stopping and no one wanted to leave. These people gave you so much more that their friendship, they gave you some unforgettable moments. He laughed as you opened the door from the trail, “Well the beast it’s gone. Welcome back, beauty!” “You don’t look either like you were drunk as a fiddler a few hours ago!” you smiled and let a sigh out. “What’s wrong?” “It’s my first interview and I’m scared as hell.” you let your head down embarrassed. “Hey, don’t worry.” you only picked up your head at the sight of a pair of Vans. He embraced you with all his warmth. “ It’s just like a test, alright? But one you didn’t have to study for because you already know the subject.”

It felt so good staying in his arms, with your head on his chest, here between the trails. The sun above warmed a little bit more the atmosphere and you could hear the other chattering not far from here. “Yeah, but I’m so lame at tests.”

“Ok, let’s think otherwise.” He rubbed your back. He knows that this is the easiest way you’d calm down. “Imagine it as someone asking questions because they want to know more about you. Like a date, you know?”

“I’ve never been on a date before”, you admitted.

He laughed, “Really? With what kind of blind and stupid men did you spend your time?”

You felt embarrassed. Was he just laughing in your face right now? You tried to get out of the embrace, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Wait, don’t pull away... not yet.” You distanced a little so you could look at him, but still remaining in his arms, “What happened?” “No, nothing happened, I just...I can’t talk or think properly when I look into your eyes. “ he laughed nervously. “You are the most beautiful, kind, smart person I have ever encountered. “ “Wait are you flirting with me right now?” “No, definetely not.” he has the most memorable manner of showing sarcasm. It was so natural like he was born with it. “ But last night I was too drunk and I didn’t said or done much. But you are damn beautiful and that guy is so puta suerto.”

“What are you talking about?” you shook your head. “What guy?”

“The one you danced almost all night.” you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring his face, his eyes, his lips. Everything is perfect at his man.

You laughed at how sweet he is, “That’s my brother, tonto!”

His face changed when he realised and stared at your lips for a little, “Well, I guess he wouldn’t mind If I would kiss you right now.”

“He wouldn’t, but what about me?” you like to play with him.

“Oh, amor, I know you wanted to kiss me for a long time. Your body betrayed you.”

He didn’t get you any chance for a response and attacked your lips in the sweetest way. You kissed him back with as much passion as he did and couldn’t hold a big smile when you both pulled away because of the lack of air. The second time you kissed him, but someone interrupted it.

“Guys, we are next in five!” Omar showed up to the trails, concerned about your disappearing. Or maybe your never appearing. “Oh, you’ve been busy, I see.” He winked at you, but closed the distance, coming between the two of you and resting his arms on your shoulders. “You can continue this later, but now we have an interview to do!” he made you laugh and roll your eyes at the same time.

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The Last VLive - Chan [nsfw]

wc: 2566 warnings: masturbation, smut, lil bit of exhibitionism & attempted stripping an: Had this idea a few days ago. Liked it. Wrote it. Enjoy~

The show started off as usual.

Chan sat in his room. Channie's room. The lights turned on, it was late at night, the two chairs beside him empty.

There was only Chris, sitting in his chair, in front of Wally, wearing a suit – or what had been left in place after they finished shooting.

Truth be told, he looked a mess.

His hair, previously dyed blonde, was tussled. The foams, sprays and various other things didn't hold it in place any longer; strands of it were sticking out into different directions.

His eyes were tired, but alert. Chan was sleepy, his body exhausted, but he craved spending time with stays, had been anticipating it all day.

The suit's jacket had carelessly been tossed to the chair on his left before he went live.

The button up shirt below was white, with its first button opened.

Though the vest on top was still in tact, the tie wasn't. The tie was still around his neck, but loosened largely, he just hadn't taken it off completely yet.

Can had already opened Insomnia on his computer, but was yet to hit play on it. He wanted to time it perfectly with the moment he went live – which would happen in 3...2...1...

The music started, Chan focused on the screen to watch fans join.

As the first words of the song were sung, the first hundreds of fans had come in, too. Chris began speaking, then, greeting them.

Y/N, too, received a notification for Channie's room ep 69; however, felt quite taken aback when Y/N opened VLIVE to a pop up that read, in Korean letters:

"to watch this surprise VLIVE, you must be 19 or older. Continue?" Strange, Y/N thought, since when was Vlive age restricted?

The chorus was playing for the second time when Chan asked fans how they were doing. He read out a few answers. Someone had an exam the next day and was studying late into the night – Chan wished them luck. Someone else commented, saying how stressed they were.

"Don't worry, Chan said, after a short monologue to cheer them up, "I'm here today to relieve all your stress. This is healing time, for you and for me."

He smiled at the foreshadowing words he had picked out. He had prepared something very special for today's episode. He felt excited already – felt himself growing more excited when the song ended. Though it was painful, he needed to be patient – Chris didn't want to rush things for his own pleasure. He always made sure to take his time for stays.

"Is there any song you want to listen to?" He asked. As he waited for suggestions to trickle in, he answered another comment.

" 'How's Berry?' I miss Berry a lot. I've talked about it with Felix recently, he really wants to get a dog as well. Maybe one day we can adopt a puppy together, but at the moment, I think we're just too busy, you know." Chan's glance shifted to the comments once more; the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, breath coming out staggered as he read one song suggestion. Momentarily, he was taken captive by his own thoughts; silence filled the room. The tension within him grew.

"Stays... really have the perfect songs for the right moments." Chan bit his lip, hard. He then licked over it, soothing the area, wetting it. "One of you recommended a very fitting song for this episode."

Typing.

A shy smile spread across his lips – he felt nervous. But stays loved him, needed him – and right now, he really needed them. He looked down at his desk, a little embarrassed, but convincing himself, when he clicked play.

A girl's voice set in first, then a second later music.

"Early in the morning's when I think about you, yeah

I hit you like what you sayin'"

Time to get started. In the blink of an eye, Chan was filled with lust and confidence. Chan looked up, a seductive expression on his face.

"This is for you." He spoke softly. "Enjoy." He stood up.

Chan's right hand stroked over the back of his neck, into his hair. he tugged on it, pulling his own head back. He let out a shaky breath at the slight pain.

"Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin',

I could fuck you all the time~"

His left hand reached for the first of the three buttons of the vest. He opened it. His right hand joined in, unbuttoned the other two. On one side, he dropped the clothing down to his arm; his hips moved along to the sensual beats. Soon after he dropped the other side of the vest, he let go of the clothing completely. He threw it onto the chair to his right. Chan caught a glimpse at the comments.

"What is he doing?"

"Is he taking off all his clothes right now? What's going on?!"

"Yes Daddy so sexy ♥" Chan smiled at his audience.

"Are you enjoying the show so far, baby-stays? There's a lot more to come." Chan's hands roamed over his body; his right hand moved across the somewhat unbuttoned shirt. When he reached its hem, he slid his palm past it and underneath. As he felt his hot skin, his abs, he gave stays a preview of the glorious sight he would bless them with soon. His other hand, too, went below his shirt, but further up, he grazed his nipple, hissed as he squeezed it.

"I've been so needy today..." he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away and went to open more of the milky-white-coloured buttons. He unbuttoned the first one, released it from the grasp of the shirt's other half. His lips moved along with the naughty words of the song, body feeling its beat.

So agonisingly slow, he went on. Was he teasing his viewers? Or himself? Chan questioned. His was aroused. His cock was card already, though having just started.

He reached the middle now, when he pulled apart the top of the shirt to reveal his pecks. He couldn't resist, his own arousal was fogging up his mind – a powerful, demanding mistress. Again, he fondled with his own nipples. Chan whined. He was so, so sensitive today. So desperate for release. The thought of thousands of people watching him only made him hornier.

"I think about it so often, if one of you touched me like this. I love to imagine it – helps me get off so easy." He admitted, his cheeks rosy, he bit his lip. Chan ruffled through the blonde strands of his hair. He couldn't lose his mind so early into the stream.

As he pulled away from his hair, he looked into to camera, then at the screen. He looked a mess.

Chan continued unbuttoning his shirt, he had managed to cool down a little, mentally. His voice was more stable, too.

"I want to touch you, too. You need a lot of love and I want to give just that to you. Want to make love to you." He growled, "really want to fuck you." With that, he ripped open the remaining two buttons of his shirt.

He slipped off the sleeves, threw the shirt to where the vest already lay. The tie, he decided, he'd leave on.

Another look at the comments encouraged Chan to go on.

"Please fuck me, Daddy! ♥"

"Why not let me fuck you, pretty boy?" Chan's head spun. All their eyes were on his body. He grew even harder within his jeans.

He took a step back, allowed his viewers to admire not just his white-chocolate abs, but also the bulge at his crotch.

"You see this?" He asked; Chan ran his hand over his clothed member. He palmed himself. "This is what you do to me, every day." He slid his hand into his pants, slowly stroked his cock.

"You made me so hard. Fuck." He pulled his hand out, opened the button and unzipped his pants. As he slid off his jeans, he turned around to give them a look at his round, peachy butt. He pulled his jeans just below it, then turned his head to be able to look at the screen. Over the material of his boxers, he groped his ass, took a handful to squeeze it; he slapped it. The noise went through the room. It sounded loud, he was sure they'd love it – it turned on Chan even further when this was confirmed.

"Take it off!" Some people demanded.

"So thicc. So pretty." Someone else wrote.

The song ended; another random sensual song started playing.

A moment later, his pants were off and Chan turned around. Through his black boxers, they all could see the clearly defined outline of his thick, erect cock. Chris palmed himself again.

"Hmm, I wonder how many of you guys get off to the thought of sucking my dick." He gripped his cock roughly. "So many of you would love to have this in your mouth, your pussy – I bet I could claim all your holes and you'd let me, too, wouldn't you?" With those words, he pulled out his cock. Spitting into his palm, Chan used it as lube as he stroked his cock. He started off slow, using merely his right hand.

"You guys touch yourselves too, yeah? I want to know I'm making you feel good. I'm gonna help make you cum- want to make you cum to me." Chan saw many people in the comments say they were already getting off along with him – he moaned out, imagining the scene. Others wrote encouraging words, told him how hot he looked, how big they thought his dick was. Yet other people requested him to do various things – touch his abs, fuck his fist, finger himself.

"Hmm, all your ideas sound so good," Chan purred, "Instead of my hand, I wish it was you guys I could fuck." He stepped closer to the phone, grabbed it to get a better angle on his cock. He held it in front of the camera, showed it off from the side. People could see his thick member in all its glory; his long shaft, the vein that ran along it, and the tip. He moved the phone once more, held is dick in place with the other hand as he showed off the pretty pink colour of his tip, the pre cum that was oozing out already. He removed his hand from his cock and, using the tip of his pointer finger, he smeared around he precum, then pulled off slightly, watching how a string of the clear substance still connected his digit and his dick.

"You guys see how worked up I am? I wish you were here to lick it off. I'd fuck all your pretty mouths." He chuckled darkly, then put the phone back in its original place.

"I've brought a toy with me today, so I can at least pretend I'm fucking one of you." He reached to an area the camera couldn't capture, pulled out a fleshlight, as well as a small bottle of pineapple flavoured lube – his favourite.

He squirted a small amount on the opening, spread it around, then took some more for his shaft. To best spread that around, he gave himself another few, slow strokes. He hadn't been this erect, this out-of-his-mind horny in so long, even just jerking himself off gave him enough pleasure to moan out. Chan wanted release.

"I wonder how many of you pretty sluts get off with your own toys and think of me. This is what you want, isn't it?" He asked, referring to his cock. "How cute of you to think a flimsy toy could compare. It's such a shame you'll never know just how fucking well I could fuck you." Chan's hand sped up his movements, were focused on stimulating the tip of his dick. "I could make you feel so fucking good." He slurred.

Finally, he paid attention to the fleshlight again. He lined up the fake pussy's entrance with the head of his cock. Slowly, he pushed the toy all the way onto his dick. The toy swallowed all he had to give, tightly embraced it. It felt so good, Chan's eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back as he released another deep, guttural moan.

He was to impatient to hold it off any longer; he couldn't go slow, take his time. Lost in this euphoric feeling of pleasure, the tight stimulation on his cock, mixed with the pineapple scent in his nose, Chan had gone back to mere primal instincts. Vulgar, obscene noises filled the room – gushing noises, as Chan both yanked the toy back and forth with his muscular, veiny hands, and moved his hips against it, too.

“Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good.” He moaned.

Both hands were wrapped around the middle part of the toy; he held onto it as if his life depended on it. Chan licked over his bottom lip as he read more comments.

“You look so hot, wish I was there”

“Plz fuck me!”

“I'm close already, daddy." Chan read the last one out loud.

“Hold on a little longer, baby. I'm almost there. Let's cum together, yeah?” He kept fucking into the toy, had long since found his rhythm as his cock disappeared into the fleshlight over and over again. The squelching noises intensified. “You'll be a good little baby and let me cum inside you, right? Fill you with all I can give.” He bit his red, swollen lower lip. “Ah, shit-- Fuck!” He swore in Korean. “You feel so good, baby, love it so much.” He rambled on.

The closer Chan came to orgasming, the less coherent his words got – the more he mixed up Korean and English. A rambled mess of Konglish left his mouth as he asked fans to cum together with him.

“So close. Fuck. AH-” he switched languages. “I'm gonna cum- Gonna cum..” He moved the toy faster, then all of a sudden he lost his rhythm as he screamed “I'm coming!” His hips stopped, yet his hands kept moving, milked his cock as he spilled his load into the fleshlight. He moved it once, twice more over himself, before pulling it off completely.

“I've made a mess.” He admitted; a shy chuckle left his mouth. Chan looked back at the screen, at himself. His lips were red from biting them so much, his hair messier than it had been before, his eyes glassy.

Many stays said they came with him – others still nearing or experiencing their highs.

A lot of fans praised him, too.

“Thank you for spending time with me today.” Chan said after a brief pause to catch his breath, and to regain his ability to think straight. “I have to get dressed and clean up now.. But I just want to thank you all for helping me. I hope I could relieve some of your stress, too.” Chan giggled.

“Thank you stays – Thank you baby-stays.” With his usual words, his significant wink, and of course, the hug, he ended the Vlive.

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jenomark · 5 years ago

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nct 127 morning after (first hookup, make out session, sleepover, etc) reaction

Taeil: When you made time for Taeil, he made time for you. He had missed you so much that he took that time very seriously, determined to make it extra special for his girl. During the few hours he had you to himself, Taeil managed to mark your body with bruises, fuck your throat raw, and degrade you just as you liked. Knowing how normally docile he was, and seeing him rub your clit until you couldn’t feel it anymore, was a turn on. The way his face twisted, how he bared his teeth as he fucked you ,was something you desired. When the night ended, every nerve in your body was screaming out for him to touch you again. Taeil didn’t like people sleeping over at his place, but there was something about you that made him weak. You woke up in his arms, his soft body your big spoon. “Did you rest?” Taeil asked, his face buried in your neck. “Like a baby.” you said. When you got up to pee, Taeil watched you walk across his room naked, your body swaying to tease him. You were so sore that even your feet hurt, but it was the good kind of bad. When you returned, Taeil was getting dressed, and all he was wearing was a pair of dark blue suit pants. “Did I do too much?” Taeil asked, admiring your body. You shook your head no and kissed him on the cheek. He let you pull on his dress shirt and place the tie around his neck. “You like it?” he asked. “Of course you do.” The smack on your ass came down hard and stung, but it was exactly what you needed to get you through the day.

Johnny: “I don’t want you to take advantage of me.” Johnny said. Ever since he heard that you were sharing a bed, Johnny had been making jokes. You sat on one side, and he on the other. Very dramatically, Johnny placed a line of pillows up the middle of the bed. “No crossing the line,” he said. “I know it’s hard not to with me being sexy and all.” You laughed, shaking your head at him. Johnny asked if you wanted anything from the vending machine before he left, but you told him no. When he came back, you were already asleep. The sunlight hit your face in the morning, its bright rays making your eyelids so warm. You opened your eyes feeling refreshed, and saw a foot right next to your head. When you screamed, Johnny also woke up. Both of you leaned up at the same time and nearly bopped heads. “What the-” Johnny said. You were laying on the opposite end of the bed-on Johnny’s side- with his legs on either side of you, and your legs draped over his. It looked like some weird sexual position. “How did I get like this?” you asked. Johnny laughed, “My feet were in your face.” He was resting back on his elbows and enjoying this mix-up a little too much. He wiggled his toes, you made a disgusted face, and rolled off of him. “You know,” Johnny said. “You could have told me about your foot fetish. I’m sure we could have worked something out. Instead of tit for tat we could have had a tit for toe.” You hit Johnny with a pillow before he could go any further.

Taeyong: He said kissing you was his happy place. He straddled you on your kitchen chair and kissed your lips, his eagerness at wanting you take a break feeling very charming. You let your head fall back into his hands. As he kissed you, you moaned in approval, a little laughter getting caught in your throat. “Just one more hour,” you said. “One more hour and we can kiss all night.” Taeyong took the pen out of your hand and held it hostage, so that you would cave easily. There wasn’t much you couldn’t resist, but pouty Taeyong was one of them. After you agreed, he got off your lap, dropping your pen as he did. At the same time, both you and Taeyong bent to pick it up, knocking heads in the process. After that, everything went black. When you came to, you were on the floor, and Taeyong was freaking out to someone over the phone, telling them that his big head had killed you. “Taeyong,” you whispered.” I’m here. It’s okay.” Seeing that you were moving, Taeyong hung up the call and ran to you. “My baby, he said. “Should I take you to emergency care?” You giggled. You knew it wasn’t a laughing matter, but he looked so cute being all worried like that. “Do you still want to make out with me?” you asked. Taeyong began to smile, but he was still anxious. “Carry me to bed,” you said. “You can keep me up all night so that nothing happens to me.”

Yuta: You dreamed a lot of bad things, your mind cutting scenes like in a movie. When you woke up, you stretched your body across your bed, and felt happy that the nightmares couldn’t reach you when you were awake. Your leg hit something warm moving around in your blankets. You screamed, convinced that the monsters had finally come to take you, and jumped so far back that you fell off your bed. “What are you doing?” a groggy voice asked. “Stop screaming.” You poked your head up and saw Yuta, your roommate, trying to sit up in your bed. Your purple silky sleep mask was on his forehead, and he looked so well-rested that you began to feel angry. “Why are you in my bed?” you asked. You got up off the floor and stood in spot, hands on your hips. Yuta yanked your sleep mask from his head and started playing with it. “Yuta,” you said. “You have your own room.” When he spoke, his words were so low that you could barely hear him. You told him to speak up, and that’s when he shouted, “There’s a bug in my room. I trapped it and ran in here, but you were sleeping. You snore in your sleep. Did you know that?” You took a moment to process things, and instead of addressing the bug, or why he chose to sleep in your bed, you said, “I don’t snore.”

Doyoung: You were both sober, so there wasn’t any excuse. You stared up at the ceiling to his bedroom, his blankets up to your chin. The benefits of being sober felt awfully bad, because you could remember everything. You thought back to last night when Doyoung’s mouth was all over your body. You closed your eyes to forget, but it’s like you could feel him there, your best friends lips in places you never expected them to be. “You’re thinking is so loud that I can’t sleep,” Doyoung said, rolling over. “Was I that bad?” Startled, you jumped hearing the sound of his voice. Laying next to you, he looked exactly as he always did, except now his dick knew what your insides felt like. “No,” you said. “You were great. Was I…bad?” You wondered what he was thinking, if everything was flooding back to him as graphically as it was for you. “I wouldn’t say bad,” Doyoung said. “You are greedy.” At that, you sat right up. “Greedy?” you asked. “I’m greedy? You wouldn’t stop going down on me. What was I supposed to do?” Doyoung shrugged and said, “You’re so uptight and you needed it. You definitely weren’t going to do that to me for so long.” You felt like you were in some bad episode of a television show. Doyoung, your best friend who had slept with you last night, was critiquing you on your sexual skills. “That’s it,” you said. “Get your dick out, Doyoung, we’re going for round two. I’ll show you who is greedy.”

Jaehyun: You promised yourself you wouldn’t get drunk, but then again, you weren’t good at keeping promises. You woke up in a bed you didn’t recognize, and that’s when you knew how badly you had fucked up. You looked under the covers and expected to be naked, but you weren’t. Quietly, you lifted the blankets from your body and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You looked around the mystery room and silently hoped you hadn’t fallen prey to some random guy at the club. “You’re awake.” a voice said. You got to your feet and backed into a corner of the room. “Who are you?” you said, holding your hand out as if it would protect you. “I’m Jaehyun,” he said. “ I live here. You don’t remember, do you?” You looked at the bed, then looked at the gorgeous man in front of you, and finally at the cup of coffee in his hands. “Did we fuck?” you asked. Jaehyun laughed softly. Before you could panic, he frantically told you no, that you had not fucked. “You were really drunk,” he said. “You kept calling me your best friend, and wouldn’t leave me car. I didn’t want to leave you alone, so I brought you back here. I slept on the couch.” Jaehyun held the cup of coffee out for you to take. “Oh,” you said. “Oh, fuck.”

WinWin: It was his twenty-first birthday. You asked him what he wanted to do, and although he took awhile to decide, his answer came out like he had always known it. “I want to build a fort.” WinWin said. So, you turned your living room into a living fort, just for him. The fort was intricate, with sheets tacked to your walls, big fluffy pillows making tunnels, and with every piece of furniture in your living room participating. It felt like another world. You spent the whole night laying together and eating marshmallows, playing board games and talking about life. When you woke up, your arms were sticky from sweat and sugar, but you hadn’t felt that happy in a long time. “This might be the best birthday present.” you said, looking around at your handiwork. “It is,” WinWin said. “I have the best girlfriend in the world.” You looked at him and felt yourself getting excited. WinWin had never called you his girlfriend before, at least, not out loud. “I know it’s not your birthday anymore,” you said. “But do you have one more wish?” You crawled to him on your hands and knees. WinWin did the same. When he kissed you, suddenly you never wanted to be a part of any world he wasn’t in.

Jungwoo: You thought he was a virgin, but the way Jungwoo fucked you quickly took any of those assumptions away. He knew what he was doing, his eyes watching you closely to see what you liked, and he always knew exactly what you needed. After coming once, Jungwoo kept wanting to come again, and again. You woke up in your bed alone, wondering exactly where he had gone. “Jungwoo?” you called. You were naked, your body aching from last night as you moved. You pulled on a robe and walked out of your bedroom, arms folded and ready for anything. Jungwoo was asleep on your couch, your television on and tuned to an old Snoopy cartoon. You walked over to him and saw how peaceful he looked. “Jungwoo?” you whispered. “Wake up.” He opened his eyes and leaned his body up on his arms. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to bother you.” He got into a sitting position and you sat next to him, smiling so he knew it was okay. “You can go into my bedroom and sleep, if you want.” you said. Without saying anything, Jungwoo laid down, his head across your lap. You brushed his hair back, and tried to remember a time when you felt anything resembling love for a one night stand. There was a first time for everything.

Mark: Before you fell asleep, you watched him dream. His eyelids fluttered and he whimpered, calling out your name. All night you had edged him until he couldn’t physically move anymore. His body was so tired and spent, you tucked him into bed and kissed him goodnight earlier than normal. Falling asleep to Mark talking in his sleep, saying things like, “Mommy, please” always made you wake up with a smile. In the morning, it was Mark’s turn to watch you dream. You opened your eyes. His hand was on his elbow, and a smile was on his face. “Good morning,” he said. “ A good morning for a good night.” Even though his words made no sense, in typical Mark fashion, you felt like kissing him all over his face. When you weren’t edging him, you could be found being his baby. You leaned in to kiss him, letting him take some of the control back from last night. “Get dressed,” Mark said, “Let’s go out and grab some breakfast.” You kissed him again, not really wanting to move. “Or I could grab something else.” he said. Mark’s hands squeezed your ass as you kissed him, and when you stopped, he let his hands travel further up your body to hold you tightly to him.

Haechan: Sunday nights were movie nights. You went over to Haechan’s dorm and laid in his bed, just as friends. With your head in the crook of his arm, both of you watched a movie on his phone every weeks end. This week, it was your turn to choose. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.” Haechan said, his impatience making you agitated. You were taking so long to choose that he was pretending to fall asleep. You playfully punched his arm and clicked on a movie. “This one?” he asked. “I heard this was terrible.” You berated him for the first twenty minutes of the movie, but in the end, it was pointless, because you both fell asleep. When you woke, it was Monday morning, and the bird were chirping. You felt your body shaking, so you moaned that you would just be ten minutes more. “Wake up, idiot,” Haechan said. “You’re going to be late for work.” You shut up, dried drool on your chin, your hair stuck to one side of your head, and said, “Fuck.” Haechan laughed, clearly enjoying your suffering. He watched as you scrambled from his bed, borrowed clothes from his closet, and hopped out of his door, one sock on and one sock off. “That girl.” Haechan said, shaking his head.

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hopelessly-ever-after · 5 years ago

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BL Drama Ratings/Thoughts Pt.3

SOTUS: The Series 8/10

This drama was the most recommended for me to watch, and it did not disappoint. I really enjoyed both leads Kongpob and Arthit; whatever they felt they made sure you felt it too. I cried with them, laughed with them, got mad with them, everything. I enjoyed the chase in this drama and it gave just enough of everything. If you’re looking for raunchy, this isn’t the drama for you.

I have yet to start the second season (there are just soooo many dramas to watch) but I know I’ll eventually get around to it. Singto and Krist are just so adorable together and such a pleasure to see them on the same screen.

Addicted 8/10

I started this drama because I heard of how much of a controversy it started, and was like “ooooh interesting”. And now I’m like “this is why curiosity killed the cat.” If you don’t like to feel random, out of no where, reoccurring pain for the remainder of your life, don’t watch this drama. lol. Just when I think I’m over this entire situation, I see the tiiiiiiiniest smidge of content and I feel it all over again.

I really enjoyed this drama, even though there were a few moments where I was like “noooo honey, noooooo,” it is still overall very good. I loved watching their pranking bromance morph into various forms of love. It showed very real things that can happen with love, and it did not shy away from any of the “tougher” topics. There is a reason why the title of this drama is called “Addicted”, it really says it all.

So, why do I feel pain? You may ask. Aside from that ending, there is a whole controversy about this drama. Long story, short; China banned the last three remaining episodes from airing and then the actors were kept separate from each other (literally). I’m talking about not being able to sit next to each other at award shows, not being able to stand on the same stage as one another, literally. A whole mess.

While I am thankful that this drama brought so much fame and foundation under both of these actors belt, it’s really just a shame that we will never be able to see how their story will end on screen and to see them develop. Much love to Gu Hai and Bai Luo Ying.

Together With Me 10/10

Someone once told me “the first 10 seconds, that’s all it takes”.....AND THEY WERE RIGHT! Holy crap, is that a way to start off a series. My jaw was on the floor! This drama will have you feeling all sorts of emotions and frustrations, but also, it knows how to tie up loose ends really well.

Together With Me is the “pre-quel” to the KornKnock story line in Bad Romance, which then is followed by Together With Me: The Next Chapter. Korn and Knock were childhood friends that were reunited in college. After an eventful drunk night, their relationship takes on a whole new turn.

Out of the 3 dramas, this is by far, my favorite one. My heart strings were being tugged the entire time, and the actors/actresses did a phenomenal job with making you fall in love with them (or hate them, *cough* Plern Pleng *cough*). The MaxTul chemistry is out of this world, and their scenes....are...B E A U T I F U L. Not only are they adorable on screen, but off screen as well, which just helps with everything more.

(For the record I just wanted to say: I do not like the BrightFarm relationship and I never will! It’s just a messed up relationship all the way around. Complete miss for me. Lord, I don’t know why they ever created a relationship like this.)

Bad Romance 5/10

There is a reason why it’s called Bad Romance. It’s actually a quite fitting title, as everything went from “OKAY to OH NO”.

We get two relationship focuses: Yihwa/Cho and Korn/Knock. It started off as a rom-com drama; super cute, lighthearted, all about the chase and silly misunderstandings. But then towards the middle-end, you get hit with a thriller/mystery drama and super human powers??? Yes, you read that right. I was just as confused, as it seems like all logic just disappeared from the writer’s mind as this story line progressed. There a lot of plot holes, unfortunately, and my excitement to watch this drama diminished quickly. (I’m still confused to this day as to how Being acquired the strength to lift Tanguy off the floor.)

The Yihwa/Cho relationship plays off on the whole trope of “strong, independent girl who doesn’t need a man, but is slowly swayed by attractive playboy”. I enjoyed Yihwa’s character very much, ever since Together with Me. She gave off the vibes of “I don’t need this bullshit. I don’t need a man to give me value”, and I enjoyed it! Cho is as dreamy as ever. Lots of props were given to Yihwa for not folding like a chair, because I for damn sure would have. *haha.

Ahhh, KornKnock. As if they couldn’t get any more cute, this drama comes around to tell you “YES THEY CAN!” KornKnock’s relationship really hit some major bumps in this drama, but there is nothing that love cannot conquer. While I was a weeee-bit annoyed that for majority of this drama they were always in a petty fight, you cannot deny their chemistry together.

Out of three dramas that feature these storylines, this is by far my least favorite one (even with TWM: Next Chapter being a whole ass mess within itself). I wouldn’t miss this drama if it wasn’t for MaxTul, tbh.

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spnreactionblogging · 4 years ago

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CARRY ON

spoilers below but I’m very late to the game

here we go!!! there's Some Woman in the thumbnail for this episode and I'm like oh boy did you fuckers turn castiel into a girl to make it Not Gay, I will riot. we're off to a dread-inducing start I'm honestly not even sure I want to watch this? I have not heard anything good but since my options are either keep SPN blacklisted forever but ultimately get spoiled anyway, or use my dwindling remaining time to see it for myself without being told what happens, may as well be on my own terms I am hearing that misha and possibly j2 were not happy with this, whatever this is (?????) yikes I don't understand how you even have another episode after the last one. that seems like a traditional ending. you either beat a dead horse or go ultra meta and it sounds like they dropped the ball, big time but let's see jack's sweet and deserved better. there's a clock but it's NOT heat of the moment playing, damn oh the dog. we love you miracle dog sam's still jogging where's eileen!!!! I like seeing sam cooking I actually enjoy watching them do domestic stuff dean sneaking food to the dog 😭 can this be the whole episode, just them doing chores I meant to catch which book sam was reading I can't tell but it looks like it's old this is extra bonus sad for knowing that they couldn't even like, have a wrap party or anything. extra isolated. :( SPECIAL GUEST STAR JIM BEAVER!!! "Are you sure you're ready for this?" "Oh, I don't have a choice." dean hasn't been this relatable to me in years, this is how I feel watching this lmao akron pie fest dean dies of complications from diabetes god I miss bakeries or restaurants or anything I do love Sad Sam Face "I"'m thinking about Cas, you know? Jack. If they could be here." thank you Sam that pain isn't going away for me either "stop being an eeyore" Sam's the Eeyore of the series, Dean, okay, and same lmao jared fucking slammed that pie into jensen's face and they just filmed it. you can see the actual glee on his face brady??? like sam's old classmate? wasn't that his name? or no some kid. is this just a regular-ass monster of the week. do sam and dean just get killed by like. regular people? are there no monsters anymore. I would actually love that. humanity is truly the worst monster of all. didn't we learn that in season 1 :') in "the benders" are these guys sam and dean? are they just murdering monster families like they did in the holiday episode? what is happening. are those dean's shoes. I could probably recognize how they walk if I really paid attention i guess not. probably. "singer and kripke, FBI" ha fucking clowns lmao poor sam they still have dad's journal, huh. THE LORE evil mimes. vamp-mimes. I guess they kill these dudes? we gonna unmask them or what there we go this guy looks like joseph gordon-levitt oh we love torture on this show this is definitely "dean who's NOT the ultimate killer" amirite "if those kids are dead he's gonna use a spoon" how very walter sullivan of you also I feel like sam would not do this anymore but hey who am I, someone who likes consistent characterization? lol we're back to creepy barns instead of wet pipe factories dean has a fucking shuriken lmao I honestly for real need a machete for the overgrown weeds I don't hate this so far? I'm tired of the constant torture but I guess this feels like early seasons, kind of. idk. lmao sam with the concussions. classic tie them to a chair. it's what we do. i will be disappointed if they are not tied to a chair jenny? cue studio killers. I do not remember whatever episiode this is but it looks very early based on sam's hair oh thanks sam. couldn't get out of this episode without beheading a woman too one of the suggestions for me typing "woman" was a high-heeled shoe emoji. thanks, predictive text...?????? true feminist oh damn he could very well get tetanus from that. that's how trinity dies, man. should've gotten your booster shot, dean. vaccines save lives this is like the plot of signs why don't you guys wear bulletproof shit. your plot armor was holding you together until now. GUYS THIS IS HOW HUNTERS GO OKAY don't ever un-impale someone, guys like "dean we are in a major city, there are ambulances" call fucking 911, someone could be there already "I've always looked up to you" because you're taller than me lmaoooo idefk what to say about this like. we all know this is how hunters die. you fucking leered at jessica is what you did, dean if sam makes it out of this I'll accept it. if sam lives I can be okay. if this is the only way sam gets free of this, I'm okay. CALL 911 AND CALL JACK "always keep fighting" aw :( they're both very good at crying, I will give them that we never think it's gonna be the day. at least you got pie. OH THE WINCHESTER FAMILY MUSIC don't do this to me dean got a way better death than castiel. this actually reminds me a liiiiittle bit of the end of season 2? with how dean holds sam's body. the writing here is overwrought though. jared and jensen do the best they can with the script they're given but like you guys just FOUGHT GOD. they're a bit too up their own ass with this. you can tell that dabb thinks he's very clever. sam... gets a dog again? at least. i guess. the pacing is bad. I don't hate this on principle but it is not executed well. I am having like no emotional response to this except maybe relief for sam in a horrid way. like, you're free! at what cost. it's like the opposite of season 5? sam survives instead of dean. and... sam marries a dog. where do they get all this fucking lumber!!! did sam chop that all himself dude if he woke up to "heat of the moment" i'd lose my shit in the best way. gabriel wins. "gotta keep you on your toes." what had to change in this because of the pandemic? at least sam has a dog to be in scenes with him. the two guns as big and little brothers is an interesting choice of a shot. god the fucking phones. "DHS" "CIA" "dean's 'other other' phone" "state patrol" what's the paperwork on his desk? (512) is an Austin area code I have this on amazon prime and the saddest thing thus far is X-Ray: Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester, with no other actors at all. meta ways, pandemic related. "this is agent bon jovi" donna's alive??? sam just quit, babe. just quit. or take a day off at least, jesus. didn't you just drive back from ohio are you even gonna go back to the bunker DEAN IN HEAVEN!!! how'd you get here. "well at least I made it to heaven" lmao he said the same thing oh hey bobby!! I love jack god i've missed jim beaver you guys moved on to dream bubbles!!!!! RUFUS how very homestuck + narnia of you, starring sam winchester as susan pevensie so jack just like melded all of these metaphysical spaces, I'm cool with that "so the question is what are you gonna do now, dean?" get a better beer so I can drink and drive with my car that's in heaven, I'm already dead so who cares what I hit TELL ME WHERE IS BALTHAZAR FOR I MUCH DESIRE TO SPEAK WITH HIM break everyone out of the empty I do get the impression this was supposed to be a big cast reunion and the pandemic clobbered that :( oh it's the original license plate on the impala sure do love that cas and jack "helped" to give dean everything he's ever wanted. the only time "carry on my wayward son" has been diegetic I guess sam and the dog had a child I like jared in glasses are we doing a bunch of elderly makeup yeah there he is did they just spray grey temp dye on his hair or what is sam gonna drive into toluca lake!!! buddy please don't just run the engine in a garage, he took off his glasses and that makes me nervous jake gyllenhaal looking dude which cover is this must be nice to have healthcare I so appreciate that sam's wife has zero personality and is merely in the background, of no importance whatsoever compared to his kid named dean are the two impalas gonna meet in heaven????? vancouver is beautiful, or wherever this is at jared looks so cozy in that coat you can tell j2 really do love each other for real the majesty of that forest/that river got me choked up a bit, it's such a lonely thing. like. I can see what they were going for? like dean just... getting sick, falling off a ladder, getting in a car accident, etc etc would've been more potent, I think. the execution was not good. I'm not that unhappy though. it's all right. eh. it's fine. the heartfelt message from the cast (what's left of them....) and the crew was sweet. I want to know what they were intending to do? I feel like you can definitely feel the weight of COVID fucking this up which is genuinely upsetting. sam gets like 50 years of being free of dean I GUESS???? perhaps the only way to break the cycle.

at least there was no sexual assault in this episode. i have definitely watched way worse episodes of this show. it's like. twee. but I can't be mad at these guys especially with how much I know jared in particular has been struggling with the state of the world this year but jensen talked about it with rosenbaum on his show too. 2020 has been rough. like. at least they filmed it. whatever. I feel like I get what they were trying to do even if circumstances meant it wasn't really pulled off. it seems like they were supposed to have a big cast reunion and the pandemic took the wind completely out of their sails. this feels incredibly tacked on. 15x19 would've been a much better place to stop. I feel like I just read andrew dabb's notes. I get what they were trying to go for but they didn't pull it off. I thought it was gonna be a lot worse tbh in summary: EHHHHHHHHH

#s15e20

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deanie1987 · 5 years ago

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THE WEDDING POST!!!!!!!

Okay, I have now watched the episode in full like 8 times and it has been absorbed into my bloodstream and I feel stable enough to finally comment on it. For the most part I loved it and it delivered nearly everything that I wanted, even if it was delivered differently than I hoped for/imagined. There were definitely some missed opportunities I thought, but there really was nothing that I outright hated and I was pleasantly surprised for the majority of the episode. Here are some random thoughts as I was watching:

- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - Lip chewing gum is hot as fuck

- I knew I was in for a special episode when Ian showed up in a towel followed shortly by Mickey in a towel. They have been hiding Mickey’s thicc sixpack all season and unveiled it here as wedding gift to the viewers.

- Cam’s line reading of “Mickey” when Liam asked who was going to wear white, sweet baby jesus. Why does it always sound so good coming out of his mouth?

- I love all the brother scenes. Carl clipping his toenails, Ian griping and then Carl wiping them on the floor was hilarious. Although considering it was his room, what does Ian care? But I love that he did. Very anal (no pun intended) big brother vibe there. Liam hightailing it out of the room the second Mickey walked in and headed toward Ian was a mood. The shit this poor boy has seen.

- I also loved everyone asking Ian about his meds, especially Carl. That really got to me for some reason, as did everyone giving the reason that it was going to be a stressful day. Like they weren’t asking to be assholes, they were just concerned and wanted him to have a good day. Little did they know how stressful. I liked that Ian didn’t get made, but you could still sense a tiny bit of annoyance.

- My second notice that this would be a different kind of episode was Mickey asking if Ian took his meds and then touching him gently under the chin and saying “good” in a very, very deep and low voice. Um....holy shit that was beyond sexy to me for some reason. Like I almost felt like I was intruding. The way Ian’s eyes were fixed seemingly on his chest/tattoo and then the way Mickey forced him to look up at him. Wow. Ahem.

- Ian obviously thought it was sexy as fuck too because he yanked him by the hips and grunted and pulled him in for some more caresses. So yeah, this was a lot different than the “hey what’s up bro?” scenes we had been getting. I mean there wasn’t a tongue kiss, but I appreciated it. I also appreciated that Mickey and Ian had no problem not only seeing each other before the wedding but showering together and messing around too. Poor Carl, he needs to take not of Liam’s reaction.

- Along these sexy lines, there is no way that anyone should find the violent biting/hitting scenes sexy. Like no way that Ian saying “you gonna make me hit you again?” and manhandling Mickey’s wrists to the ground and saying “you done?” in a softer voice while straddling him and then throwing the gun to Carl and telling him to get the cuffs, was sexy. And it definitely wasn’t sexy that Mickey finally calmed down and looked right into Ian’s eyes and nodded. Like, no way, we shouldn’t be romanticizing that shit. Okay? Ok. Ahem. Ha Ha 😅

- I could not survive Kev’s keg boot camp, but I will take his comment about Depeche Mode-loving Gen Xers” as a personal shout out because I put their song “Somebody” at the very top of my Gallavich playlist. It is the cheesiest, sappiest song known to man and my girlfriends and I would play it on repeat and get weepy in high school. And it fits Ian and Mickey perfectly and even out cheeses that Ed Sheeran song. See Gen X can do more than irony.

- Obviously I loved Mickey’s handcuffed speech, but I wish that there had been a reference to that terrible cursed episode in season 3. Not the rape, but the fact that Terry forced Mickey to marry a woman and that it basically ruined their lives and set Ian and Mickey on a destructive course. Nearly everything that they went through started with that terrible day. It was definitely subtly reference and I definitely think that Ian was thinking of it, but I wish it had been stated more clearly.

- I love that Sandy was wiling to go to jail to get Mickey his wedding. I love that Debbie was possibly willing to marry Mickey to get him his wedding as well. I definitely loved all of the Gallaghers rallying around to help.

- The tie scene was beyond cute and this was the kind of scene we have been waiting for and both Cam and Noel delivered. I love how sincere Mickey was in this episode and how straightforward and reverent this conversation was. The kid conversation, Ian telling Mickey exactly what he wants and Mickey revising his statement in response. It was a perfect statement and this scene was so intimate. I truly didn’t think we would get this before the wedding so I’m thrilled that we did.

- Why does everyone keep referencing the combination of Mickey and Ian’s genes? Do they know where babies come from? Have they read too many Mpregs?

- I loved the shot of them first arriving and the mention of the chairs. Mickey’s “I like how the gold captures the light” made me giddy. Then the long shot of them sort of taking in their surroundings and the impact of the day. The other shot I liked was them at the alter with a bit of the “deer in the headlights” look. You got me John Wells, you sneaky bastard.

- I loved everything about Kevin this episode even if it is beyond tacky to propose at someone else’s wedding.

- I had to mute the Gay Jesus crows singing “We Shall Overcome” because ugh and cringe, but Ian having a cult at his disposal may come in handy someday. I hope he thanked them and let them glory in his presence for a little bit. I also liked that Carl and Geneva were so familiar with one another. Lol.

- All of Ian’s interactions with his siblings were perfect. I wanted but didn’t get a scene of Ian asking Lip to be best man and also a best man speech (or any speech for that matter) but the “soft motherfucker” scene was adorable and very moving. I love that the only person besides Mickey that we have every seen Ian say ILY to was Lip. That is pretty appropriate and the kisses were sweet too. I, too, am a soft motherfucker and that swell of music to At Last got me.

- I liked how nervous Mickey was walking down the aisle, and I was happy that Sandy was there for him. But I sort of felt that him walking down the aisle on someone’s arm was a little too “bride” for me and I think I would have preferred to see him walk down the aisle by himself while grinning and walking his patented BDE Mickey walk. But his solemnity and serious was an unexpected choice and I appreciate them going with it.

- FRANK!!!! Oh my god that’s where my tears started. I was really hoping for a Frank/Ian scene but his tears will have to do. Wow, I just wish that Ian could have seen them. The utter disdain the two have for one another usually makes me laugh, but it felt wrong to me in this episode, at least from Frank’s side, so I was glad that it seemed that Frank’s emotion got the better of him. I definitely think that the spectre of Monica had something to do with it, but it was there.

- SPEAKING OF MONICA...wahhhhh! My favorite scene I think. It is no surprise that it comes when Ian is watching Frank and is sitting next to Debbie. I”ve already said this before but Debbie was the perfect person for Ian to talk to about this. I love how Ian still calls Monica “mom” and Debbie still called her Monica. And she was right, Monica would have loved everything about that day. Emma Kinney did a remarkable job in that scene, and she looked beautiful. The chemistry of the actors was palpable and it was just so nice to see. I also loved Ian’s slight laugh as he felt himself tearing up and then his choked voice as he said he should dance with his husband. Waahhh. Followed by Debbie’s sweet, sweet smile and then Ian finding Mickey, who had been dancing adorably and looking around for his boy. Then the way that Ian clung to him and collapsed into him, while the perfect and cheesy song played. WAHHHHH!!!

- Also can we give it for Debbie yet again. Not only did she miss the ceremony in order to save the day, but she missed Franny walking down the aisle. That is commitment and sacrifice and we appreciate it!

-I had hoped for personal vows, but I am at least glad that they recited them and didn’t just say “I do.” Once again, Mickey’s earnestness and seriousness surprised and delighted me,

- I loved Ian grabbing Carl on his walk down the aisle. As I mentioned, every scene of Ian and his siblings was character appropriate and I loved this one too.

- Them having 120 people at the wedding was kind of dumb and ridiculous, but I did appreciate how true to life the variety of outfits was at such an event. From ripped jeans to gold lame dresses LOL.

- That last scene of them was cute too. The hand holding, the nudity, the TATTOO again and Ian’s hand hovering near it. Mickey caressing and pinching Ian’s arm, their TWO rings, the hideous room and their tired, happy, sleepy voices. Perfection. I don’t love how Terry’s murderous rage is somewhat played for laughs, but I admit that I did kind of chuckle at their expressions when they heard the tires screech and then the last shot of them looking at one another while the jaunty music cut in. It was very, very, very much like a rom-com.

So there was a lot to absolutely love this episode, but there were a few missed opportunities as well. I mentioned the lack of personal vows/family speeches and lack of any significant Frank/Ian interaction, but other than that the only thing that really bothered me was the lack of any Fiona or Mandy mention. That was actually a huge missed statement and it would have been easy to do. I find it more believable that Fiona would miss the wedding than Mandy, but to not mention either of them was a bad move, IMO. I liked Sandy and the role she played, but she doesn’t make me forget Mandy, show. And the lack of Fiona mention just makes me think JW was being petty toward ER. But beyond that, THEY ARE MARRIED AND HAPPY AND SUPPORTED BY A LOT OF PEOPLE!!! HALLELUJAH AND PRAISE GAY JESUS!!!

#whew #that's a lot #i'm still feeling a lot #is it season 11 yet #gallavich wedding #shameless 10x12

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eyesfixedonthesun22 · 6 years ago

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The T-Shirt: Part 2

Summary: Y/N lives with her boyfriend (Steve) and their roommate (Bucky). Steve catches Bucky eyeing up his girl while wearing a his t-shirt. Pairing: Established Relationship of Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes Warning(s): Smut 18+, MMF threesome, kissing, cursing, fingering vaginal and anal, oral sex (female receiving), rimming, vaginal sex, anal sex, dom!steve (sorta) Word Count: 2,922 Notes: Congrats @whirlybirbs for hitting that 6.5K! I tried to tie nostalgia in amongst the relationships between both Bucky and the reader and Bucky and Steve. Thank you for hosting the challenge! :)

It’s finally time for part 2, guys!!!! I had no idea part 1 would have left y’all so hungry for more. It literally made my cheeks blush and my heart sing. Thanks again for @supersoldiersruined-me, light of my life and absolute sweetie, for giving this a look over. Hope this lived up to the expectations.

Previous: “Can I take your semi-hard cock as a yes?” Steve says with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face, eyeing up the prominent bulge in Bucky’s lap. “We both know what this t-shirt does to you.”“That obvious?” he sighs; a grin now breaking through the shock. “Let’s go do something about that, boys.” Y/N says leading the two men by the hand back to the bedroom; glasses of water and cereal bowl left forgotten on the counter.

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Bucky had been in their room countless times; but that was before Y/N had moved in. He used to barge in as if he owned the place to wake Steve for runs or missions. Hell, he’d slept in the same bed as Steve for the first three months after they’d moved in. The new location had triggered a whole onslaught of nightmares and Steve didn’t mind; reminded him of the old days. He hadn’t been in the room since-

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Steve had been on a three-week mission in god knows where. Bucky had asked her if she wanted a pizza night about two weeks into Steve’s absence.

“The usual?”

“Duh”

“If you put in the order, I can pick it up on the way home from the compound.”

“Sounds good, Buck.”

“Catch up on our show?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

He’d walked in the apartment like he had the past two weeks. Keys go in the cute bowl by the door. Shoes go on the shoe rack. That had taken him some getting used to when she moved in.

Before the bowl, he and Steve had spent hours trying to find whatever vague placed they’d thrown their keys before. He’d eyed the shoe rack fondly; seeing your smaller pairs lined up neatly on your rack, which was sandwiched by his above and Steve’s below. The apartment was the closest to a home he’d felt since the 40’s. At least, that’s what he’d thought. When she moved in, he realized how good a home could feel.

“Y/N, I’m home! He called down the hall in a lengthy breath. “With pizza!”

That’s all it takes for him to hear the faint squeak of the mattress. She had run and slid around the corner, socked feet aiding the pursuit of dinner. The near childlike clumsiness had always been endearing to him. She was wearing the t-shirt with a baggy set of sweats. Back then, she’d still been too shy to go without pants near him.

“Gimme gimme gimme!” Snatching the pizza box from his hand, already turning to go back down the hall.

“I resent being demoted to pizza delivery boy!” His attempt to be serious had been thwarted by the throaty chuckle which always seemed to pop up when he was around Y/N.

“A very cute pizza delivery boy.” She set down the slice, two bites missing out of it, and slid back to stand in front of him. “Thank you, love.”

She’d kissed him on the cheek. He’d frozen. She may have noticed but was already running back down the hall to the room she shared with Steve.

“Can we please have a more horizontal pizza and movie night? You know how much the couch hurts my back,” she called back behind her.

Bucky had walked to the bedroom shell-shocked from the kiss. He remembered having to think about the gross way Sam chews his gum to keep his cock from stirring. The attempt was nearly successful, until he stood in the doorway. The site of her frame in that shirt, sitting cross-legged on the bed, the shared show already queued up made his heart swell and shatter.

It was so easy to forget in moments like this. You were Steve’s girl. Not his. The guilt had gnawed at his stomach the entire night. She’d noticed. His supersoldier-appetite seemed absent all evening. He couldn’t remember much of the plot. The guilt hadn’t stopped him from letting her fall asleep in his arms. He’d queued another episode, so the silence didn’t stir her. For one episode you were his girl.

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The room hadn’t changed a ton since the last night he’d been there; enough changes to see your influence but still it was recognizable. The bed had moved from the east wall to the north. Perhaps that’s why he could hear the moans more graphically. In one of the corners, there was now a compact dressing table littered with makeup brushes, jewelry, and feminine looking perfume bottles. He knew what those bottles would smell like.

It would be the same intoxicating scent which rolled off her in invisible waves; calling him in closer as she led him over to the large bed. The bedspread was one he recognized from shopping trip with him last month. At the time, he’d never have guessed he would have the pleasure of you pushing him back into the soft fabric; sultry smirk on your face as he relaxed back into the pillows. He was too afraid to speak. It was as if any extra words would shatter the illusion.

“Ground rules.” Steve says eyeing up his best friend with an expression Bucky can’t quite read. “What Y/N says goes. Otherwise, I’m fine with everything. Babe?”

“I want this to be as much about you two enjoying one another as enjoying me.”

Bucky sputters out some hybrid of a strangled cough and a moan.

“Buck, I already know Steve’s hard no’s. I’m assuming you do as well?” He still can’t find it in him to form words. She takes his profuse blushing as a yes. “Any triggers for you?” He stares at her in stunned disbelief.

It makes sense Y/N knows about their past sexual contacts; but he had never guessed Steve would be so explicit with her. Bisexual acceptance wasn’t something Bucky had ever experienced back in the day. Nowadays, he was lucky to make it past the first conversation with someone he was interested in. If he had made it further, he doubted they would be okay with him lusting after his best friend of 100 years and his girlfriend.

Steve gives Bucky a chance to answer but senses the need to take charge. “He doesn’t like anything near his neck. No choking. No restraints.”

Y/N sees the two of them make eye contact; speaking without words as they often do. Her heart swells seeing the love they have for one another. Something shifts in Bucky as if he’s accepting the reality of the situation. He nods once to Steve and again to Y/N.

“I can kiss her?”

Steve smacks Y/N’s ass playfully as she crawls up the bed towards the brunette. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

Y/N straddles Bucky’s lap. She could feel his semi-hard cock through the thin material of his sleep shorts. She could also feel-

“Buck-what’s in your pocket?”

“Is that a happy to see me joke?” Steve interjects, clearly amused. Bucky adjusts enough so he’s able to pull the bright orange ear plugs from his pocket.

“Sorry. Just these.” He grins sheepishly tossing them off the side of the bed.

“Are those ear plugs? Why didn’t you ever tell us, Buck? We would have kept it down.”

“It’s not a big deal. I don’t wear them much anymore.” His cock twitches knowing full well he’s lying by omission. Y/N feels the gentle pulse against her core.

She leans in close; lips ghosting over his neck and up to his ear. She uses her tongue to trace the shell before whispering, “Why don’t you wear them anymore, Buck?”

Another twitch. Another pulse of blood. He’s holding his breath in hopes of holding in his confession. She’s not gonna let him off easy. His hands clench the duvet, still unsure of what’s allowed and terrified he’s about to get caught for his eavesdropping.

Steve’s settled into the chair in the corner, facing the bed. He can smell Y/N’s arousal. He knows the game she’s playing with Buck and is content to watch as it plays out.

“Do you like listening?” She can feel his rapid heartbeat against her own chest. Guiding his large palms to rest on her ass she continues, “Who do you like listening to better? Stevie? Me?” She pauses waiting for his body to give him away. “Both of us?” Bucky’s hips jut against her warm core as if controlled by some invisible force. Y/N smiles like a wolf stalking prey. “You hear that, Stevie? Bucky’s been listening to you fucking me. What do you do when you listen, sweetheart?”

The tense silence as Bucky contemplates his reply is shattered by a feral growl from the depth of Steve’s chest. Bucky’s eyes go wide, fearing his best friend is about to chastise him.

“Answer her, Buck. Do you fist your beautiful cock in time with our moans? I can picture you, all flush and needy. Is that what you do, baby?”

Y/N’s grinding freely along Bucky’s hard cock along to Steve’s words. The brunette’s eyes are clamped shut but breathy whimpers escape from his plump lips. “Tell us, Bucky.”

“I don’t know who turns me on more; hearing you both. Even with the ear plugs, I’m hard in seconds.”

“What do you do when you get hard, baby?” Steve’s palming and groping at his own erection through his sweatpants.

“I listen. Nearly every fucking night.” He’s pushing and pulling Y/N’s hips, dragging her heated cunt up and down his length. “I cum the hardest when I think of you both. I rut into my pillow, with my plug in my ass.”

“That’s disgusting, Buck.” Steve says; his tone indicating he thinks it’s anything but disgusting. He’s torn off his top and is working his sweats down and over his erection. Bucky eyes it greedily while Y/N continues to dry hump him. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“The only thing that’s disgusting is we haven’t done this sooner.” Y/N whines hoping to speed the two men along. She raises her ass off Bucky long enough to strip him of his clothes and shimmy her own panties off. “Can I fuck him, sweetheart? He feels so good against me.”

Steve’s enjoying the control from his perch in the chair. “Not yet, my love. Why don’t you get her nice and ready, Buck? Tease the shit out of her.”

Y/N’s eyes meet Bucky’s in a desperate plead for relief. His surges forward, devouring her mouth with hot, desperate kisses. He palms and kneads her ass, dragging her soaked slit against his shaft. Y/N can’t help but cry out. He’s sliding against her nub deliciously; her juices providing the lubrication for every vein and ridge along his cock to massage where she needs it most. With her lips parted his tongue dips and caresses inside her mouth. Bucky’s in awe of the sounds coming from Y/N he almost forgets about his best friend.

The bed dips and Bucky feels Y/N being pulled from him. They both whine, angry from the loss of delicious friction. “Hush, you two. Or do you not want me to continue?”

Steve swipes his palm through the collection of slick pooling between his girlfriends’ lips and uses it to pump up and down Bucky’s length. Steve’s other hand gives her supple bottom a squeeze before dipping into her juices and pushing into her tight hole.

“Look down. Both of you.” Steve commands. “Watch him fuck my hand all lubed up with your juices while I finger your cute ass.”

Y/N and Bucky are moaning messes. Steve nips love bites into Y/N’s neck, sure to leave marks the next morning. Bucky can see the delicious flush gracing her chest under the translucent fabric of the t-shirt. Something about having the t-shirt on during all of this turns him on more than if she were bare.

Steve must have sensed the both of them getting dangerously close to their respective releases. He pulls back his hands and kisses Bucky full on the mouth.

“Holy fuck. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you two kiss.”

Steve sucks the bottom lip of his best friend into his mouth as he pulls back. Bucky moans at the gentle sting from the bite. It’s been so long since he’s tasted Steve. He’d almost forgotten how perfect his mouth fits his own.

“Switch you two.”

Y/N eyes her boyfriend confused but lays back against the pillows at the head of the bed. The position change has Bucky feeling awkward and needy. He couldn’t figure out what was up Steve’s sleeve. The awkwardness dissolves and the neediness takes over completely when Y/N opens her legs wide to allow him to see the soaked mess he’d made out of her cunt. As if on autopilot, he kneels in front of her and kisses her inner thighs.

“There’s my boy.” Steve praises. “How about you show our girl some of your charm you had back in the 40’s, sweetheart.” Bucky looks back at Steve knowing full well what he’s telling him to do but he still needs to ask. “Devour her, Buck.”

Bucky dives in without needing to be told twice. She tastes better than he had imagined; sinfully delicious with each lap of her folds. He’s drawn deeper and deeper into her like a moth to a flame.

Steve has his own work to do. He’s managed to reach for the nightstand while Y/N and Bucky are occupied to grab the hidden bottle of lube. Hoping not to startle Bucky away from his girlfriend’s core, he massages the back of the man’s thighs before giving more attention to his ass. He lays in a position similar to Bucky’s with Y/N. The three of them in a long train of pleasure across the giant bed.

The anticipation to jump back into his best friend is irresistible but he has no idea how long it’s been since Bucky’s been with a man. The blonde kisses and nips over each cheek before spreading him wide and licking a long stripe over Bucky’s puckered hole. He can’t see his reaction, but he can feel it. Bucky’s skin erupts into chills and his hips buck and grind into the bed below hoping to get some relief. His moans flow freely out his mouth and reverberate into Y/N’s core.

Steve drizzles a large bead of lube over his hole and starts with a single finger. The blonde works his best friend open as he finger-fucks into Y/N relentlessly. It’s not long before she’s clenching around his fingers riding out the high of her orgasm. Bucky is wantonly pushing his hips back into the fingers Steve has buried in his tight channel.

Y/N looks down between her legs to see Bucky’s face beaming up at her; mouth, chin, and beard thoroughly soaked and glistening. His eyes are half lidded, still immersed in the pleasure Steve’s fingers are giving him. The adoration and joy rolling off him is something she’s never seen on his face. She places a hand on each side of his cheeks and brings him up to taste herself from his lips. Steve looks on, truly wondering why the three of them had waited so long to do this.

“Stevie, can I taste you?” he whines.

“I have a better idea, Buck.” Steve’s face is smug as he rearranges Y/N and Bucky’s limbs into the proper position. “Darling, you still want Bucky to fill you up?”

“Fuck yes.”

“I want Bucky to fuck your beautiful cunt while I fuck him.” Steve’s voice carries such a deep timbre his two partners are both in awe. “Do I need to tell you again?” He says with a slap on Bucky’s ass cheek.

Y/N widens her legs allowing to Bucky slip into her wetness. Each of them hisses with pleasure; stilling to adjust. Steve kneels behind Bucky and watches his cockhead disappears into the brunette’s ass.

Bucky nearly finishes right then and there. His ass is filled once more by the man he’s been in love with his entire life and his cock is sheathed in a woman he never dreamed would be moaning his name.

Steve’s worked his cock all the way into Bucky and builds up a rhythm. Bucky is too blissed out to have a massive level of control over his hips. They’re moving to their own primal coding in response to the immense pleasure. Each snap of Steve’s hips presses Bucky into Y/N’s wetness. The three of them move together like a well-oiled machine. It’s not long until they’re all begging for release.

Bucky, with the dual pleasure, comes first; head nuzzled into the crook of Y/N’s neck while Steve bites his shoulder tenderly. Y/N comes next, over stimulated from the previous orgasm; gushing around Bucky’s still semi-hard cock. Steve’s the last to cum. He’s managed to hold out as long as he can, watching his two favorite people come apart in front of him. He pumps stream after stream of his cum deep into Bucky’s ass once ensuring they’re both satisfied.

They collapse into a sweaty heap of limbs. The room smells filthy of sex, but everyone is sated. Y/N nestles down in between the two men and her body is wracked with a fit of giggles.

“What?!” The two men say in unison.

“We need to frame this goddamn t-shirt. It’s fucking magical.”

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Fun’s For Free - Chapter 3 (Roger x Reader) (smut)

Summary: It’s 1978 and you’re assigned to follow Queen on their North American tour to promote their new album. Only problem is the magazine you write for has not been kind to the band in the past, and someone has a hard time letting go of that fact.

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

In this “episode”: It’s party time.

Word Count: ~3.2K

Warnings: Language, smut (ooOoOoh). 18+

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[A/N: I’m sorry for making you wait three chapters for what you’re really here for but… I hope you enjoy.]

October 31, 1978 – New Orleans, Louisiana You dreaded tonight since Roger left your room. You avoided him all day, at least you tried to. He was doing all he could to avoid you, too, but sometimes it wasn’t easy to do. When you were around each other, you didn’t even acknowledge the other’s presence. No snipping, no death stares – nothing. Everyone noticed that something was going on, but no one dared ask, feeling if they did it would disturb the peace.

Most of your day was spent getting the run down of the party tonight that was being thrown to celebrate the release of their new album. You stood in the ballroom as everything was being prepared, jotting down notes in your notebook, in complete awe of the gaudiness of the whole thing.

You decided to skip the show tonight. The less chance of contact with Roger the better, you thought. It would also give you time to rest, given how you knew the night would be long and hard, especially since the party didn’t start until 11:00. Freddie’s parties were rumored to be legendary, and given how he had a direct influence on this one, you knew that wickedness and debauchery were in the works. Staying back also gave you the chance to mix with other journalists and label executives. You loved your job, but any chance to network and sell your talents was one to jump at.

But first you needed to dress the part, so you ventured into the hotel’s boutique to find the perfect ensemble. The lady working talked you into a long silver dress, something you would have never dared even touch before, but after much convincing, you tried it on. “It looks like it was made just for you!” the lady exclaimed as you walked out of the dressing room. After taking a look in the mirror, first feeling a little self-conscious seeing how the spaghetti straps and loosely flowing top left little to the imagination, you agreed. “I have the perfect shoes for this,” she tells you as she walks away before returning with a pair of silver heels. “Wear your hair down,” she says as she plays with your ponytail. “And not much makeup. You don’t need much,” she smiles, putting you at ease.

Just as Freddie said it would be, the party was salacious. When you walked in the ballroom, you were hit with a mixture of amusement and amazement, and immediately abandoned any nerves you had built up. It was decorated as gaudy as you’d imagined it would end up being and well stocked with food and alcohol, of course. Barely clothed women, oddities and debauchery galore. You weren’t left alone for long. Everyone was chatty and curious, as were you, and the alcohol helped the conversations flow easily.

The guys all walked in together, accompanied by strippers, naturally. Anything to make a ridiculously amusing entrance. As soon as he saw you, Roger’s eyes instantly meet yours, and you freeze, as does he. You hurry and turn around, restarting the conversation you were having with the radio executive who was not very interesting.

Freddie also sees you and immediately makes his way through the crowd to you. “Look at you, darling,” he smiles as he kisses your cheek. “Divine. You should be in a painting.”

“Hush,” you giggle as you slap his shoulder. “You don’t have to kiss my ass.” You introduce him to who you were talking to and walk away, a woman on a mission. A mission you didn’t want to be on but something was forcing you to go on it.

When you emerge from the crowd, you see Roger again, and he sees you, almost as if he was looking for you. “Y/N? Is that you?” you hear a voice from behind, and you see Mike, your editor. “Wow, you really can dress up, huh?”

“I didn’t know you were coming!” You drew him into a hug, a big smile on your lips, so happy to see a familiar face. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to check on you, see how you were doing, make sure you didn’t kill anyone yet.” The entire time you and Mike were talking, you felt Roger staring at you, and whenever you’d sneak a glance over in his direction, you’d confirm it. So you weren’t exactly surprised when he snuck up on you when you went to the bar to get another drink.

“Who’s your friend?” he asks you, leaning into your ear.

“That’s…” You pause and smirk, “none of your concern.” You know he won’t cause a scene, not here, so you continue to taunt him, still smirking. “Are you jealous?”

“Why would I possibly be jealous?” he asks. “I’m just curious. You look like you’re having a good time with him.”

“So you’ve been watching me?” you ask, sarcastically pretending to be surprised.

“You know I have been. Your desperate eyes have been watching me, too.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes. “Desperate. Hardly.”

You turn to walk away but he grabs your arm, and now he’s smirking too. “You want my cock in you so bad you can hardly stand it,” he chuckles. “You’re probably getting wet just thinking about it.”

You glance down at his leather pants and look back up. “Looks like you’re the one having a hard time containing yourself.”

Brian hurries over, having seen you and Roger sharing an intense stare, making him worry that there’s going to be a huge argument in the middle of the party and he drags Roger away. You go back to Mike, planning to stay by him for the rest of the party, but you’re unable to keep your eyes off of the blonde haired, blue eyed guy who can’t seem to stop looking at you.

Hours passed and the party started to wind down, finally. You eventually lost track of Roger, and you didn’t care anymore. You were busy having a good time. You have no idea what time it is, not that it even matters, but you do know that you’re feeling very tired, and very drunk. You bid Mark goodbye – he has to be at the airport in a few hours, and you decide to go back to your room.

Roger slams his door shut when you’re trying to unlock yours. “Jesus Christ, you scared me,” you gasp after being startled by the noise.

“Do you need help again?” he jokes as he walks over.

“No I don’t need help.” His presence has you irritated again, especially since he keeps chuckling as he watches you try to unlock the door.

“Give me the key,” he laughs as he takes it from you and unlocks the door. “You’re fucking useless.” He dangles the key in your face and you quickly snatch it before walking in. “I’m surprised you came back alone. I thought you’d have that guy with you.”

“That guy is my editor, Roger,” you sigh “And you’re surprised I came back alone? What about you? Didn’t see anything you liked?”

“Oh, I saw a lot that I liked. Didn’t want any of them,” he shrugs.

“That’s a surprise,” you grumble as you grab your sleepwear from the top of your suitcase and sit on the bed to take off your shoes. “Normally you’d have at least one in your room by now.” He’s standing there, silent, watching you walk into the bathroom to change your clothes. You don’t close the door all the way, and he can see everything through in the reflection on the mirror through the crack in the door. “What’s wrong? Not feeling up to it?” you ask before walking out, dressed in shorts and a tank top, your usual sleep attire, throwing your dress over the chair.

“You should hang that up,” he says, pointing to your dress. “It’ll get wrinkled if you don’t.”

You glare at him, completely unamused, and your irritation grows. “Why are you even in my room? There is no reason for you to be here.” He says nothing, only stares at you the same way he was doing last night before he pounced on you. “I think you should leave,” you mumble.

“Why?”

“Because if you don’t…”

He takes off his sunglasses, puts them in the pocket of his jacket and walks closer to you. “If I don’t, what?” He moves even closer. “Come on, tell me what. Your mouth never had a hard time speaking before.”

You push him away from you and he stumbles back. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

“And you think you’re not annoying?” he snips as he walks back to you. “You are the most…” He stops.

“The most what?” He doesn’t answer. “Well, come on, your mouth never had a hard time speaking before,” you mock. You grab his tie, pull him down so his face is at your level. “Cat got your tongue, Mr. Taylor?”

Suddenly, his mouth crashes into yours, melding your lips together in a kiss that is frantic and desperate, his tongue and yours woven together. He dips lower as he starts to kiss your neck, moving a hand into the front of your shorts. A sharp breath escapes you as his fingers find your clit and he starts to rub in an erratic circle. “Already so fucking wet,” he whispers with a growl in your ear.

You move your hand down to the crotch of his pants and cup his bulging cock that is visible through his leather pants. “You’ve been aching to get this in me all night, haven’t you?” You pull his jacket off and grab his tie again, making him look at you. “You better make me scream,” you sneer as you push him away, his hand moving out of your shorts. You stand there for a moment, both of you staring at each other, breathing heavily.

He hurriedly starts to take off his tie as you climb on the bed, leaning back on your elbows, your eyes not leaving him, watching him as he throws his tie, then his shirt on the ground. You sit up on the edge of the bed as he walks closer and grab the waist of his pants, pulling him even closer. You unhook his belt as he reaches down and takes off your shirt, massaging your breasts as soon as they were free. He pushes you down on your back and quickly pulls off your shorts, again rubbing his hand over your wetness. “I bet you touch yourself a lot, don’t you?” he asks in a feverous tone, hovering over your naked body. “Do you think about me when you do it?”

“Fuck you,” you snarl.

“You should do it more,” he snarls back. “You’re so fucking tense all the time.”

“Only around you,” you pant. He shoves two fingers inside of you and smirks, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. “I can’t stand you,” you groan.

“I can’t stand you either, Y/N,” he groans back. He can’t help himself. He loves getting under your skin, and he knows that you had no idea how much it turns him on when you get angry.

You fiercely unbutton his pants as he continues to finger fuck you and grab his dick. “Look at you, already so fucking hard.” You look up into his eyes, both of you breathing heavy and rapidly. “Tell me, Roger. How many times have you fallen asleep dreaming of this being pushed inside me?” You start to push his pants down, but he hurries to stand up and finishes taking them off.

He climbs back on the bed, hovering himself over you as he slowly starts to push just the head of his rock inside of you. “I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “You’re already better than I imagined.”

You grab his face with one of your hands and make him look at you again. “Stop talking and fuck me,” you yell.

“I would, but I’m so annoying, remember?” He grabs your wrists and holds you down as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

“Roger, I swear to God…”

“Can you just shut the fuck up for once?” He fusses as he jerks his hips into yours, his cock sliding further in you. “So bossy,” he groans, and your moans get louder. “Can’t shut your mouth for five minutes,” he says as he gives another short push. “Always trying to piss me off,” he grunts while giving you a harder thrust. “So maybe you need to shut the fuck up for once.” You moan and twist your hips, forcing the rest of his cock inside you.

“Shit,” you whisper as he fully enters you.

“I knew you’d like it,” he grinned.

You grab the back of his head and pull him to you, your mouths once again meeting in a fierce, fiery passion. His hips were rising and falling in a slow but forceful rhythm. “I said you better make me scream,” you groan. “Go harder, you asshole.” Your legs grab around him harder and you pull him to you, trying to emphasize your point.

He caved to your demands, slamming into you hard and fast. Your nails dig into his back, the two of you releasing every single ounce of frustration that’s been building up inside for the past two weeks. “Like this?” he pants. “Is this how you want me to fuck you?”

You push him off, rolling him over on his back and you quickly kneel over him, your legs on each side of him, holding his still throbbing dick to your slick entrance. He looks down and watches as your lower yourself down, feeling himself fill you. You start to gyrate your hips, grinding yourself against him as he holds your ass to control your speed. “This is how I want you to fuck me.”

He rubs his hands up to your back and pulls you down to him, his lips curling up into a wicked smile. “I’m supposed to make you scream,” he said dryly. He lifts his hips up in a powerful thrust, catching you by surprise, and keeps thrusting upward. He slammed his cock right into your g-spot, causing you to scream with pleasure. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” he sneers.

“Yes!” you scream. “I fucking love it. I love the way you’re fucking me right now.” You time your strokes so you’re pushing down as he’s thrusting up, bringing your bodies together with the delicacy of a hurricane.

“You feel good. You feel so fucking good, Y/N,” he breathlessly calls out. “I should have fucked you weeks ago.”

The overwhelming monstrous force of the imminent climax that was overcoming both of you as he continues starts to make it impossible for either of you to speak anymore. Your screams and moans of encouragement have turned into incoherent babble having become completely disconnected from every semblance of reality.

The sheer force of the explosive orgasm sweeps you away. Every nerve ending in your body lights up as if every inch of you has become one complete erogenous zone.

You roll off of him, your entire body covered with a sweaty sheen as you lay on your back, your deep breaths causing your chest to heave. “Wow, Y/N. Who knew you had it in you?” he laughs.

“Shhh,” you say as you roll over and cover yourself with the bedsheet. “No talking.”

November 1, 1978 – 3:00pm You wake up and find yourself in Roger’s arms. He was sound asleep, and clearly he was sleeping when he started to hold you, because there was no way in hell he would do this because he wanted to. You moved his arm and climb out of bed, not sure if you’re feeling ashamed, disgusted or rejuvenated. Perhaps a mix of all three. When you move he doesn’t even budge. You grab a change of clothes and take a shower, hoping he’d hear you, wake up and leave, this way there would be no chance to talk about it. But when you walk out of the bathroom, he’s still there, in your bed, sleeping. You started packing up – the bus was leaving at 5 – and are making as much noise as possible.

He finally wakes up and sits up, watching you frantically pack your suitcase and he starts to chuckle. You hurry and throw his clothes at him, yelling at him to leave. “Go pack. Go do whatever you want, just get out!”

But he was calm, calmer than you felt he should have been. “Should we talk…” he started to ask but you cut him off.

“No!” you yell before taking a deep breath and relaxing. “No talking,” you whisper as you rub your eyes. “Just go, please.” He says nothing as he throws his clothes on and walks out the room.

After getting on the bus, you take your regular seat in the back. You were quiet, and everyone noticed. They left you alone for the most part so you took the time to start writing your article.

“Working hard?” Brian asks quietly with a smile as he approaches.

“Yeah,” you smile back as you pat the seat next to you. “Sit. I have some questions if you’d be so kind.” As you spend the next half hour talking with Brian, you can see Roger’s glare, and you try your best to ignore it, but your eyes can’t stop looking at his and he can’t stop looking at you.

Brian notices the two of you as well and starts to joke. “Even when you aren’t talking to each other the tension is high.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just…”

“Never seen him so wound up over a woman before. Usually he’s polite.”

“What can I say? I’m special,” you joke as you shrug.

“Yeah,” he says in almost a whisper. “You are…”

You quickly clear your throat before you get lost in whatever this is, because you do not need more drama, especially not with Brian. “Well, thank you for the impromptu interview,” you tell him as you stand up and pat his shoulder. “I need to stretch my legs.” You walk to the front of the bus, immediately realizing it was a bad idea as Roger stares at you, so you hurry and turn back around.

He follows quietly and sits in the seat next to you and doesn’t give you the chance to protest. “What are you doing, Y/N? Why are you avoiding me?” he loudly whispers.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“You’re bothered about last night. Look, I…”

“Why do you think this has anything to do with you?” you fuss as you stand up to move. “Not everything is about you.”

He stands up and blocks your path, and all eyes on the bus dart to the two of you. “Why are you always so fucking difficult?” he yells.

“Why are you always in my space?” you yell back. “I’m trying to do my job. Will you just leave me alone?”

He sits back down and tugs on your arm, pulling you down to sit. “I want to apologize for how I acted last night,” he tells you, his tone low and his teeth gritted. “Will you let me apologize?”

“No,” you say. “Because you have nothing to apologize for. We both wanted it. We did it. And that’s that.” He tries to say more, but you don’t let him. “No one has to know and it won’t happen again.”

He starts to laugh and your anger starts to rise. “Sure. It won’t happen again,” he says with sarcasm as he stands up and smirks at you before walking away.

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