#the path hulu

[a-fragile-little-teacup]

I have watched almost every project Hugh Dancy has been in.

I really will sit through anything to see that silly little man act his ass off.

#hannibal #horror #hugh dancy #nbc hannibal #will graham #law and order #nolan price #adam 2009 #adam raki #ella enchanted #prince charmont #the path hulu #cal roberts #downton abbey #downton movie #jack barber #roar apple tv #bobby bronson #the big c #lee fallon #confessions of a shopaholic #luke brandon

[jjsanguine]

Rules: list 10 of your comfort shows and then tag 10 people

Tagged by @bengiyo . I actually don't rewatch shows very often, or at least not the same ones every time, but here's some shows I've watched a lot of in no particular order.

Alien Biospheres. This is a YouTube series but I've watched it a lot. If you watched James Cameron's Avatar and don't care about the plot but would watch a documentary on how they designed the creatures + plants this is the webseries for you. If you like spec bio then I would also recommend Serina.

Cherry Magic. I write songs for fun and my life is too boring to be great inspiration, so most of them reference scenarios in shows I'm watching that I find funny or just stick with me for some reason. Kurosawa's personality inspired one of my best ones.

Coffee Prince. This got me into kdrama + so much of it still holds up. Like, remember how homophobic the 2000s were? That's a feat.

The King's Affection. This is like the best girl disguises as a guy kdrama since Coffee Prince, and I watched a lot of them before I figure out I was nonbinary. I was glued to my seat. My writing project @the-prince-is-not-a-woman was partially inspired by me watching this so many times.

Mortel. It's like this show was made for me. Vodun, found family, polyamorus subtext, mystery, despising someone but having noone else to turn to, trauma, comedy, banger music. It was made by Netflix though, so of course it was cancelled on a cliffhanger.

Power Rangers 2017. This film is objectively goofy but I love it so much. Billy was the first explicitly autistic character I think I saw ever, and he set my expectations for canonically autistic characters high.

Extraordinary Attorney Woo. Apart from being a good show, Attorney Woo is the only other character on my list of canonically autistic characters that I like, which is funny because both attorney Woo and Billy were played by allistic actors.

The Path. I enjoyed seasons 1 & 2 but I've rewatched season 3 many times for my baby Caleb. I talked about a pastor's son and he's like the perfect example. If the show hadn't tragically been cancelled I would have loved to see what they did with his character, because after leaving his family for his boyfriend and by extension his boyfriend's daddy's apocalypse adjacent cult (which is a positive if you can believe it) socially speaking he was essentially in the same position he started off in, minus worrying about homophobia. He could have blossomed or spiralled, who knows. That's quality side character creation. This show also inspired the list "cheating on your girlfriend with your wife" which has to be the best of my lists of niche tropes.

Triage: time travel and time loop stories can so easily swerve into being terrible when there isn't enough thought put into the time travel mechanic but when they're good they're really good.

Shelter 2007: so many of the queer films I watched as a teenager were depressing, I could have given up on ql entirely if I didn't watch this heartwarming film.

Honourable mentions:

Be My Favourite. It finished airing literally 2 months ago so it really hasn't had time to gain the status of old reliable but yeah. I've watched episode 1 probably 10 times at this point, because I would pore over the whole show waiting for the next episode. I was writing essays.

Nowhere Boys: I love forced proximity + conspirationality. It's one of the reasons I love Mortel. It's a quality teen drama.

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Chat Noir, aka Miraculous Ladybug. This show is my Riverdale. It's ridiculous and I don't recommend it and I can't watch the english dub because I'd cringe too much so I watch it in French, but I started watching when I was like 15 so I'm locked in forever. It keeps dragging me back.

Going to try my hand at actually tagging people so,,,

@anotherlovr @writerwithoutsound @dudeyuri @irritablebovinesyndrome @gillianthecat @threezoz @sparklyeyedhimbo @respectthepetty @one-ghogh@heretherebedork

#tag game #alien biospheres #cherry magic #coffee prince #the kings affection #mortel #power rangers 2017 #extraordinary attorney woo #the path hulu #triage #shelter 2007 #be my favourite #nowhere boys #miraculous ladybug

[childofwonder]

I finished The Path :D

Quick character and song analysis for Cal Roberts, Hugh Dancy’s character. So spoilers obvi but also TW! Sexual abuse, trauma and violence will be talked abt in this post.

When I was getting close to the season three finale I had listened to Two-Headed Pt. 2 and had the connections thrown in my face. Neutral Milk Hotel has always used religious or spiritual imagery in their music which is so fitting for a show about being in a cult. The way Jeff describes relationships and trauma, how he puts them all together can be healing and a little scary as it is a very raw look at the horrors of life. It reflects the way a victim may respond to their own trauma once they have started the healing process. This song reflects Cal’s experience as Jeff reflects on his family and childhood and the use of fatherly imagery.

As Cal’s story unfolds it’s revealed that he is a victim of childhood sexual abuse and it’s explored quite extensively. Cal isn’t fully aware of the abuse and has it is slowly revealed to himself and others. This trauma effects every aspect of his character and the relationships he forms within the cult. He believes that he has had something so important to him taken away and that if he can be the leader he can take all that damage back. This position of power he is so desperate for is to strip Steve of his agency (even after his death) which he believes will help him overcome this pain. Cal also believes that the darkness of those who hurt him is who he is and not the reflection of what happened to him and the adults who let him down. He has lost himself in this darkness.

In the season three finale Cal has reached a bottom. Eddie is going to reveal the secrets of Steve and the movement, exposing the abuse done to Cal in the process. Cal cannot see a future past this point and spends the episode planning a suicide attempt. He leaves the mother of his child two letters, buys a gun and goes to the hidden cave with painted flowers which he knows no one else knows about except him and Sarah. After finding the letters, Mary calls Sarah and begs her to help find Cal and she explains his plan. Sarah rushes to the cave to find Cal with a pistol preparing to take his own life. It is dark at this point and they are completely alone. Up until this point Sarah and Cal hadn’t been interacting much. In season one their childhood relationship is rekindled and in season two Sarah becomes co guardian of the light with Cal, leading the cult together because Cal had dug a huge hole for himself. To lead alone he probably wouldn’t survive but with Sarah she would be able to conceal his crimes (he kills someone, oops) and keep up the facade that Cal and her were “chosen”. As they continue to lead Sarah discovers more and more of Cal’s secrets, she comes to despise him. They also end up sleeping together and getting together during season two which doesn’t last very long because Sarah discovers that Cal had an unhealthy relationship with Mary and that she was pregnant. (I can not tell you how worried I was that Sarah was going to get pregnant) all this to say that Sarah is very important to Cal. They both really loved each other and their relationship had fallen apart. Sarah starts to leave the movement during season three so her and Cal never get a chance to reconnect till this point. Sarah talks Cal down very slowly and reassures him that the darkness put inside of him is not who he is, that he isn’t what those people did to him. He believes that putting it to an end will make it go away but she tells him it won’t. He starts to cry saying he wants to be over it already and he hugs him. He drops the gun and goes back with Sarah. The impact of this trauma has left Cal directionless and his only option is to stay with the cult. He sees it as home and wants it to change for the better and be apart of that change. He joins Eddie and Sarah as they continue the cult at the end of the episode. The show doesn’t get a fourth season but they wrapped up Cal’s storyline enough to give him a new starting point.

Cal’s original motivation for leading the movement is that he is the son of Steve and that Steve had promised him that he would lead in his absence. Cal takes this a step further in season two to try and strip Steve of his influence and placing the importance on who comes after Steve. Not only does Cal want to take away Steve’s influence and power to give it to himself, but he wants to prove that he is the rightful Son of Steve. His whole childhood he had been taken away from his alcoholic parents so the only father he knew was Steve. Steve even alludes to thinking of Cal as his son. When Eddie confronts Cal to tell him he’s the chosen son he is broken about it. He knew that he had lied about being chosen but it must have stung to have it confirmed that your abuser and the god you believe in chose someone else rather than you after you had been subjected to abuse, which he believes makes him worthy of being leader.

Cal has a confusing number of love interests and partners throughout the three seasons but the one who is most significant is Mary. She is the first one to approach him in a sexual manner and he consistently goes back to her. She disclosed to him that she was abused by her father as a child and that she is vulnerable and damaged. Cal not only can relate to that but takes advantage of that. Knowing that she has an interest in him and that he has power over her, he continues the relationship with her to extremes in secret. Cal and Mary’s relationship isn’t really abusive. He definitely has a position of power over her as he is her CULT LEADER but he never hurts her and restricts himself with her every time they are together. This early on shows how Cal has a victim mentality to sex and relationships. He struggles to be intimate or let others touch him and usually is acting on sexual impulses. The relationship between Cal and Mary has heavy marriage symbolism in season one and two, Cal encourages Mary to form a relationship with another cult member she met early on. Cal become jealous of Mary’s affection towards him so he jealously sends him away. After Mary angrily confronts Cal about him sending her bf away she realizes his feeling for her, he goes to get her bf back. When he’s brought back him and Mary have some struggles but Cal encourages them to move forward together and get married. On the night of Mary’s wedding she goes to Cal again. This is the first time they actually have sex. She goes through with her marriage to her bf and then discovers she’s pregnant. Right off the bat in season two it’s hinted to that the baby is Cal’s and after being abandoned in the woods by her bf Mary gives birth. The cult finds her outside of the compound with a newborn in which it is revealed that it is Cal’s baby. Then they begin having a real relationship for awhile. They start living together and raising their son but still never get married to each other. Cal never commits fully to Mary but takes on the role of father with a great amount of pride. During season three Mary and Cal have a scene together that I think shows how much Cal actually cares about her and in someway himself too. Mary gets a urge to make Cal “feel good” and Cal stops her to ask her how she would want to be touched. She’s thrown off by him asking the question so he asks again in a clearer way and they have a gentle scene together. Whenever they had sex it wasn’t violent or abusive. It was usually passionate and gentle. In the end Mary has much more control over Cal than she has over him because he is always putting himself down and Mary is just learning to build herself up. It’s an interesting progression and in the end Mary is better off. She becomes independent of Cal and the cult at the end of season three giving her a hopeful future. The lyrics “Two-headed boy, she is all you could need. She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires.” Reminded me of their relationship as Mary is the one person Cal comes to love and connect with most deeply throughout the series, she gives him his son and helps him connect with the trauma he had forgotten. Also in the first episode of season two which hints to Mary carrying Cal’s baby, he eats a tomato from the garden on the roof which I find funny.

Two-Headed boy Pt. 2 has imagery that reflects some of Cal’s story and matches the story of his life. Him coming into the knowledge of his abuse and his son, him finally connecting with people who love him and those he cares for. The lyrics “Love to be with a brother of mine” reminds me of his relationship with Eddie. How they are both orphans brought into the cult, just at different times, and how they were treated so differently. Cal being able to reconnect with Eddie in season three was really heartwarming. He isn’t really trying to be brotherly with Eddie but it happens naturally that he doesn’t notice it. He trusts Eddie and even helps him which is so different to the way Cal was with him in season one in which he’s trying to gain control over Eddie and steal his wife. Also “Brother we are one in the same” which highlights cal and Eddie’s reflective relationship.

In season one Cal and Eddie return from Peru at the same time and their conflict starts almost immediately. Cal has a relationship with Eddie’s wife Sarah because they grew up together, Cal and Sarah’s first interaction in e1s1 is him subtly flirting with her. Sarah had chosen Eddie over Cal and it sets up a competition between them. They are constantly competing for the love of Sarah, Steve and the cult.

In season three while Eddie is running the cult he keeps Cal close by at first only accepting him back on conditions. As the season goes by Cal proves himself worthy and Eddie begins to trust him again. At this time Cal knows abt his trauma and is in the process of initially working through it. When Cal uses the HC (it’s a thing from the show but it’s basically restricting breathing by using ropes) in the painted cave he confronts his trauma with Steve. The tighter and tighter he wraps his belt around his body the more Steve suffers infront of him. Steve at this point is dead and the person who is actually inflicted with the pain is Eddie. He comes to understand Cal’s pain and trauma because he can feel it. He can feel all the trauma as Cal restricts himself and understands what had happened to him. This connection between them is linked by Steve. Steve had chosen Eddie as the son and they became connected by the lightning that strikes them and Eddie clearly has some psychic abilities when he was having visions of the future so it really isn’t a far fetched idea. When Eddie comes to Cal to let him know that he now knows what happened Cal is shocked that he figured it out but he also accepts that he was the one who told him. Eddie had already been treating Cal differently at this point but after this they are more brotherly than ever. They work together, give each other advice and Cal even supports Eddie as a leader, he sees him as family. When Mary leaves Cal for defending Steve on tv, Cal tells her that he wants to stay in Meyerism because it’s the only home he’s even know and now he feels that he wants to stay and be connected to the people he loves. He doesn’t want to lead it or take it away from Eddie, he just wants to continue to help it grow. He wants to have his family.

These parts of his story reflect the song A LOT. Cal’s journey from broken boy to evil leader to broken man is all there in the show to see and the song felt so similar to the person Cal gets to be at the end of the show. By the finale he is stronger than he had ever been, he has a family and people who love him and want to protect him. He has gained so much of what he deserved as a child and now gets to raise his own son better than he was. It’s a very beautiful story. Even though Cal pissed me off A LOT it was a really beautiful story to watch unfold. I really had no idea his character would become so complex and complicated but the execution of it was amazing. His story was handled with care and thought which left room for him to grow and evolve from this arrogant liar to a trusted friend. There are even more details that I could connect to the song but they are all kinda obvious if you watch the show. Jeff’s writing style has always been spiritual and religious which is simple enough to connect it to this show but Two-headed boy pt. 2 really speaks to Cal as a character and his journey through childhood trauma and self acceptance.

#the path #the path hulu #hugh dancy #neutral milk hotel #Cal Roberts #spoilers #song analysis #character analysis #HEU #hannibal extended universe #I only am putting that there because Hugh and Raul are in this show and they only interact once #literally will and chilton went on national television to debate if the evil cult was actually an evil cult

[bi-bard]

So. I spent my day watching an actual shit ton of Hugh Dancy projects and now I want to write for them.

However, I want to know what you want to see.

Here's a list of what I've watched and am willing to write for (or have already written for):

Will Graham (Hannibal) - fucking obviously I write for Will

Jack Barber (Downton Abbey: A New Era)

Adam Raki [Adam (2009)]

Cal Roberts (The Path)

Luke Brandon (Confessions of a Shopaholic)

Nolan Price (Law & Order)

Bobby Bronson (Roar)

Aiden Galvin (Blood & Chocolate)

Galahad (King Arthur)

Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted)

I AM NOT LOOKING FOR FULL REQUESTS! I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE!

(also, there are characters that I am willing to write for that I haven't watched the projects for if people really want to see them. So, just leave the name and I'll see what I can do)

#help why is this list so long #holy shit #i am so sorry #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #hugh dancy fanfiction #hugh dancy x reader #hugh dancy imagine #will graham x reader #will graham fanfiction #will graham imagine #jack barber #downton abbey a new era #adam 2009 #adam movie #adam #the path #the path hulu #confessions of a shopaholic #law and order #roar apple tv #blood and chocolate #king arthur 2004 #ella enchanted

[familiarscarsxelectrichearts]

Started watching The Path and there are so many similarities to my experience with mormonism I find myself getting angry.

#mo is an exmo #the path hulu

[melk917]

Wet T-Shirt; No Contest

Summary: "Oh for Christ's sake, Jackson. You couldn't be subtle to save your life. You're not fooling anyone."

This bit of summer filth was co-written with @lannister-slings-and-arrows

Written for @pascalispretty , @melk917 , and @lannister-slings-and-arrows's Wet Hot Summer Bingo filling the Backyard Barbecue square.

Cross-posted to AO3

Warnings: sex (p. in v.), oral sex (f receiving), teasing, swearing, references to getting caught and enjoying it

Pairing: Jackson Neill x Katie D'Amico (OC)

Rating: E

Word Count: 7,453

“Jesus, Katie, take a picture–it’ll last longer,” Wendy laughed, nudging Katie playfully with her shoulder as she came up behind her. Katie had been lingering at one of the four different snack tables that Jackson demanded she help set up that morning, which were now almost buckling under the weight of all the food they had laid out. His annual Fourth of July party was An Event–something he and all of his friends looked forward to for the entire year. He took the planning and execution of it very seriously. 

Katie started, brought back to the present from the sight of Jackson locked in a water fight with his kids, but didn't miss a beat when she smirked and hit back.

“Been there, done that, have the evidence on my phone if you want to see it.”

Wendy paused, clearly considering the offer. Katie was sometimes hit with the sense that the friendship she had with Jackson’s ex wife was a little… strange. To say the least. But it made her life easier so she wasn’t going to examine it too closely. It helped that Wendy wasn’t easily ruffled and was genuinely happy that Jackson was happy. And the older woman didn't make it weird when she had caught Katie and Jackson on his couch that one time. 

(Okay, those few times. And the close call that time before they’d actually met. She had let Jackson get through an entire conversation with her, his face reeking of pussy, with no comment. Well, not a lot of comments. And only a few smirks.)

Wendy had actually been witness to, or nearly witness to, a lot of things a normal ex-wife would not take as nonchalantly. Katie had been a little suspicious until they got drunk together and Wendy told her about the various positions and places she and Jackson had gotten caught in, and by whom, and Katie started to see the common denominator: Jackson.

He was a shameless exhibitionist and all-around bad influence. 

“Hmm, tempting,” Wendy mused, reaching around Katie for a few carrots. “But I’ve been there, done that. Except my evidence is only on hard copy.” 

Katie snorted, meeting Wendy’s eye, and the older woman waggled her eyebrows in response. Grinning and laughing, Katie shook her head. 

“Touché.”  

Still chuckling, she turned back to watch as Jackson tore across the lawn, yelling and laughing, with Robbie and Hannah hot on his heels and their extremely large, obnoxiously colored Super Soakers aimed directly at their father. 

They must have been waging a prolonged assault; Jackson's white t-shirt was already more transparent than not and his jeans clung tightly to his thighs. He made quite the picture. He ducked and dodged and had gotten a few shots in of his own when Hannah tossed her soaker to the side, its tank empty. But he hardly had a chance to celebrate before she grabbed a pitcher off the drinks table and threw it at him, drenching him with a wave of ice water. Jackson yelped at the cold shock and both kids yelled triumphantly as they rushed him, working in a rare moment of sibling unity. They brought him down and he howled in vain for a referee as he landed on his ass.

Wendy crunched on another carrot as she watched her children take aim at their father from point-blank range with the remaining super soaker and a water balloon or two that appeared seemingly from nowhere.

“It seems like he might be in need of assistance,” she suggested blandly, lips quirked up in a small smirk as he yelped again, taking another water balloon to the face.

“You think?” Katie cocked her head, eyes hot on the soft, tanned curve of his belly that peeked out as his shirt rucked up in the struggle. 

“He’s your problem now. I happily signed those obligations away years ago.”

“Finders keepers and all that?” Katie drawled and wiped her hands on her shorts. Wendy laughed.

“Exactly.” She patted Katie’s arm and shrugged. “I’m sure I could come up with a very professional, very ‘psychiatrist’ analogy about passing the torch to my younger replacement but the bare bones of it is that I don’t want to get hit with any water balloons that my daughter may or may not still have hidden somewhere on her person. So go get ‘em, tiger.” 

Katie was tempted to stick her tongue out at her but just sighed and rolled her eyes, laughing as she tossed her empty beer can in the recyclables and headed out onto the lawn to save her boyfriend.

Katie pulled level, hands on her hips, and peered down at Jackson where he was sprawled on the grass, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath from laughing. His cheeks were flushed pink from the exertion and the sun and a grin split his face.

“I was told there was a damsel in distress that needed rescuing.” Katie smirked, holding out a hand. He reached up and grabbed her forearm, his broad palm warm against her skin, letting her pull him to his feet before turning that big grin on her.

“My hero.” He laid his free hand on his forehead and pretended to swoon into her.

Katie rolled her eyes, catching him by his upper arms and shoving him back before he could press against her and soak her clothes too. She could feel the flex and pull of his biceps as he straightened, and her eyes were immediately drawn to his nipples; dark, hard, and obvious through the soaked shirt.

The fabric clung everywhere, tight across the expanse of his pecs and hugging his belly. Even the soft, dark trail of hair that ran down his torso and disappeared under the waist of his jeans was visible.

Katie’s lips parted, tongue darting out unthinkingly to moisten them as she took in everything in front of her.

“I’m up here, babe,” Jackson’s voice came a moment later, thick with amusement. A smirk curled the edge of his mouth as Katie dragged her gaze back up, cheeks hot with the flush of being caught. Irritatingly, he just looked pleased.

Katie cleared her throat and took half a step back, trying to put space between them before she gave into temptation and slid her hands up under his shirt to feel his hot skin under her palms.

“Looks like they got you pretty good.”

Jackson ran his hand across his chest and laughed, gripping the soaked fabric and tugging a little.  

“Yeah, looks like it. Well. Only one thing for it.” He met Katie’s gaze and winked, grabbing the hem of the soaked shirt and pulling it over his head in a single, smooth motion. He shook the shirt out before twisting it in his hands, wringing out as much water as he could.

Katie was only human–her eyes were drawn to his bare skin now on display. She watched as errant drops of water dripped from his hair to his chest, sliding over the curve of his pecs and catching in the curls of hair between them.

“Looks like I need to get changed,” he heaved an exaggerated sigh, as though this hadn’t been his plan all along.

Katie watched a particularly bold drop of water as it made its way down his stomach and slipped under the waistband of his pants. They were saturated, fabric molded over the telling curve of his cock. Not hard, but not uninterested either.

She lifted her eyes to meet his and raised an eyebrow, jerking her chin at his growing problem. 

“Yeah. Those jeans are gonna chafe.”

He hummed thoughtfully. 

“You know…Wet denim is quite hard to manage. I might need some help getting my pants off…” He smirked, cocking his hips to show off even more.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Jackson,” Wendy rolled her eyes from where she was now standing off to the side helping Robbie with his Super Soaker. “You couldn’t be subtle to save your life. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Jackson shot her a grin in response, absolutely unrepentant. 

“Never claimed I was trying to be.” He turned back to Katie. “Come on, babe. Help a damsel in distress? Jeans can be kind of tricky after all…” He pouted at her, but the mischief in his eyes ruined the effect completely. 

Katie rolled her eyes at his over-the-top performance, yet couldn’t entirely bite back the amused twitch of her lips.

Jackson caught the tiny motion and jumped on the crack in her armor. He held his hand out, wiggling his fingers at her. 

“Look at me, baby, I’m a poor, helpless, innocent lamb. With no ulterior motive whatsoever.” 

Wendy huffed and Katie laughed, distracted enough that Jackson was able to grab her hand and start to tow her through his guests and into the house. 

“Absolutely everyone is going to know exactly what’s going on here,” she pointed out breathlessly, laughing as he slid the back door closed behind them and muffled the noise of the party. “You’re a grown-ass man. You can absolutely dress yourself.” 

“That contradicts what you’ve told me at least a hundred times since we’ve met. Really, Mary Katherine, you can’t have it both ways,” Jackson admonished, smirking over his shoulder at her. Katie glared. 

“Call me that again and you won’t have thumbs to dress yourself with,” she warned, dodging someone coming back from the bathroom and following Jackson up the stairs. “And don’t think I missed that crack about my jeans, buddy. It was noted and not appreciated.”

Jackson once again did his best impression of an unrepentant school boy, grinning at her and carelessly shrugging one shoulder. She tried not to smile back at that stupid smirk on his dumb face, wishing this whole routine didn’t work on her quite so effectively.

“You needed my help then…how about you return the favor now?”

“Watch it, Dr. Neill,” Katie warned, her finger raised for emphasis. “Just for that, you aren’t getting a blowjob.” 

Jackson turned around as he got to the top of the stairs and tugged Katie up the rest of the way. Pressing close, his hands fell to her hips as he backed her against the wall.

“That’s fine,” he rumbled, voice low. “As long as I can get my mouth on you so you can soak my face before I fuck you hard and fast against the dresser."

Katie’s breath caught and a small moan slipped out, unbidden. Jackson smirked in response and brushed his nose along her cheek, his breath warm and teasing across her skin, making her shiver.

“That–” Katie winced at how breathy her voice was and cleared her throat, deciding to ignore how smug that all made him. “That threat was supposed to be a punishment, Jacks, not an opportunity.”

“Potato, po-tah-to,” Jackson drawled, shrugging slightly. He mouthed at her neck, right behind her ear, and Katie shuddered, grabbing onto his bare arms. His sun-warmed, strong, bare, bare arms. “Lemons and lemonade, etc. etc…”

He nipped at her throat and she felt him smile against her skin when she gasped. 

“That’s better, baby,” he encouraged. “C’mon. Let me see what other noises I can work out of you.” He slid one hand down the outside of her leg and slowly dragged it back up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Jackson toyed with the fraying strings along the raw edge of her cut-offs, smirking as she trembled against him. “Let me get these off and remind you what I can do. We both know how good I am at oral arguments.”

Katie groaned at the pun and pinched him. 

“You’re awful.”

“Awfully good,” he returned, grinning and pressing his hips against her.

“Ugh, Jacks–wet denim! Sexy to look at, awful to have scraping against you,” she complained, shoving a little at his chest.

“I didn’t complain when our roles were reversed,” Jackson pointed out in a long-suffering tone, rubbing his knee against her thigh just to be an asshole. “Don’t I deserve the same courtesy?” 

Katie dropped her hands to hook her fingers through his belt loops, tugging. 

“Maybe this is just me telling you that it’s time to move things along and get these off.”

Jackson made a pleased noise. 

“You always have such good ideas,” he breathed, kissing her again and pulling her down the hall. They stumbled together across the threshold of his room and he grinned against her lips, laughing at their eagerness. 

“I know. That’s why you needed me to write your paper for you,” Katie teased, smirking as she closed the door behind them.

Jackson jerked in her hold, abruptly taking a step back into the center of the room and narrowing his eyes at her. 

“You did absolutely no such thing,” he started, crossing his arms belligerently over his broad, naked chest and temporarily–and for the first time that afternoon, unintentionally–distracting Katie from what they were talking about. “If anything I needed to help you write that paper. If I remember correctly, I–” 

Katie couldn’t help but laugh at him as his ears started to turn a little red and he dug in for An Argument. Jackson glared at her. 

“Slander and fucking calumny,” he grunted, eyebrows drawn together in an actual pout this time. An adorable, angry pout. 

“Hmm, potato, po-tah-to, baby,” Katie mocked him in a cheerful voice. She leaned back against the door, arching her back in an enticing display, brushing her fingers lightly back and forth along her thighs and tracing the ragged edge of her shorts. “So. Am I helping you get those off?” She waved her hand at his wet jeans. “Or are you helping me with mine?” 

Jackson’s pout deepend. 

“Or would you rather keep arguing about the paper we obviously wrote fifty-fifty?” 

She could see Jackson pause, actually considering it, and she rolled her eyes fondly before he finally opened his mouth to answer. 

“Who says you can’t do both?” Jackson crowded closer, hooking his fingers in the front of her shorts. “I mean, if you’re so smart shouldn’t you be able to multitask enough to come up with a logical defense of your preposterous position that you wrote more than your fair share of our paper while doing something as simple as taking a pair of jeans off?”

Jackson popped the button of her shorts open and dragged the zipper down slowly, tooth by tooth, smirking at her the entire time. He licked his lips and Katie couldn’t stop herself from mirroring him. 

“I had no problems getting your wet jeans off after all. And I had spent the last God knows how long before that being fucking tortured by that mouth of yours. Are you conceding that I am, in fact, the more intelligent of the two of us?” he needled, tracing the elastic band of her underwear with light fingers. 

“I thought I told you to stop bringing that incident up.”

“That isn’t an answer.” 

Jackson slipped his hand into her panties just as Katie opened her mouth to retort. Whatever brilliance she was sure was going to come out to put him in his place was lost completely as his middle finger unerringly found her clit. 

She gasped, hips jerking forward against his hand, before she could control her response. Jackson smirked, ducking down so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke. 

“Still not an answer, baby. Use your words.” He teased at her folds with one long, thick finger before sliding it inside her. She was so wet there was no resistance and Katie whimpered despite herself at the meager stretch. 

“You aren’t.”

“Aren’t what, baby?” Jackson asked absently, sliding a second finger inside her. Katie sagged against the door before taking a deep breath. 

“Aren’t smarter. That jeans incident only proves you’re more of a slut than I am. The way you were standing there naked and preening?” 

Jackson laughed, turning his head just enough to kiss her cheek. 

“Oooh, ouch, wounding me to the core, honey,” he drawled, breath teasing across her skin. “Very bold from someone with two of my fingers inside her.” He crooked his fingers to prove his point and smirked as Katie whined and grabbed his arms. He leaned closer to her ear, voice a low rumble. 

“I’m still wearing my pants, baby.”

“So–fuck, Jackson–so am I,” Katie countered, breath coming faster as he tapped that spot inside her that made sparks light up and heat pool low in her belly. 

But Jackson wasn’t done making his point. The building pleasure cut off abruptly as he pulled his fingers back, yanking them out of her shorts. He took a step back, making a show out of dragging his tongue along the long digits before sliding them between his parted lips and sucking the remainder of her slick off with an obscene slurp. 

Jackson groaned happily as the taste curled over his tongue. He looked her over with heavy-lidded eyes and reached for her again with more urgency, grabbing both her shorts and underwear to haul them down over her hips and her thighs. Jackson indicated impatiently that she should step out of them before he took her wrist and dragged her the half a dozen steps to his dresser, shoving her against it. 

Katie blew her hair out of her face with a frustrated grunt and pulled him close by the front of his wet jeans. Her fingers shook and slipped on the button as she struggled with his pants, the zipper on his fly getting caught and refusing to budge.

“Stupid, fucking…” she cursed, unable to get a good grip on the stiff wet denim in her hands. Impatient and over it she yanked hard, humming triumphantly as it finally parted. And then barely managed to hold back a whimper when it revealed Jackson had once again forgone underwear, his cock hard and fucking gorgeous right in front of her. Tucked into his jeans it rested thick and heavy against his pelvis, the pierced and glistening tip perfectly framed in the now-open V of his fly. 

"Fuck, Jackson–" she breathed, reaching out to brush her fingers over the head of his cock, smearing precome and knocking against the twisted barbell pierced through it. Jackson's eyes fluttered closed and he took a deep breath through his nose.

“Starting to repeat yourself, baby,” he tried to taunt but his voice shook, betraying his need. Katie flicked the warm steel and watched avidly as the muscles in his abdomen jumped in response. 

“That mouth on you…” she grumbled, feigning irritation even as she continued to toy with his piercing, reveling in how it made his cock twitch and more precome well up hot and sticky. 

Jackson’s eyes slipped shut and his hands came up to rest on her waist, stroking her sides as he let out a shaky breath. His hips hitched ever so slightly forward, chasing the little shocks of pleasure that went straight to his balls with each pass of her fingers. He lost himself in the sensation and a thrill passed through Katie at the prospect of beating him at his own game. 

But then he pushed her away, clawing back control after having withstood a few seconds of her tormenting him. He dropped to his knees and tugged one of her legs over his shoulder. Katie yelped in surprise and he smirked up at her, licking his lips and nuzzling at her inner thigh. 

“Oh, I can show you this fucking mouth…” Jackson murmured. He pressed his lips to the inside of her knee, dragging them softly along her skin, continuing to look up at her and taking in her responses as he teased at the tender flesh. Katie gasped then keened as Jackson dove forward, skipping the rest of her thigh to bury his face in her pussy. Her head fell back onto the dresser with a thump that she barely registered as he sucked on her and moaned at the taste. The noise vibrated through every limb, making her nerves spark and hum with pleasure, and she dug her heel into his back, pulling him closer and rolling her hips against his face.

The puff of his answering laugh was warm on her skin as he slid his hands up to her hips, holding her just where he wanted her.

His grip was firm, preventing Katie from taking control, and he used that to press his advantage. He nosed at her clit, teasing brushes that made her curse and tremble. But just when she thought he was going to take his time, he rocked forward again, pressing his whole face into her and groaning. Teasing was clearly not in his plan as he went after her with lips and tongue; sucking, licking, flicking… He curled his tongue against her cunt, over her opening, slurping and fucking it into her. It was obscene. Katie could feel her thighs getting wet, Jackson’s saliva mixing with her slick and starting to drip down her legs. His face was so tightly pressed to her that she couldn’t see it but knew from experience it would be drenched, the same mess dripping down his chin and his neck.

He continued to groan against her, digging his face hard against her pussy as he licked and sucked, doing his best to suffocate himself between her thighs. She was going to have beard burn all over, as usual, a detail that would not escape Jackson’s notice or admiration. For the thousandth time she thought that she really should make him shave more often if he was going to rub his whole face against her like this, like a dog rubbing his face on the grass, relishing how wet she got. But she knew that would be a thought that would remain unrealized–she loved all of this too much.

His thumbs dug into her hips–almost definitely leaving twin bruises that he would spend hours over the next week and a half admiring, running his lips over them and smearing his come across–as he held her tight to the dresser and grunted. 

“God,” Katie laughed, a little hysterically. “You sound like a pig at a trough when you do that–Jesus Christ why is that so hot?!” She felt his shoulder shake under her leg–he was clearly amused by the comparison. 

He finally pulled his nose far enough away from her to take a deep breath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he choked, voice deep and thick. “Mmm, fuck, Katie... Jesus you taste so fucking….”

Jackson didn’t seem interested in finishing his sentence, probably unaware of the words that were spilling out of his mouth anyways. He shook his head and pressed his face to her pussy again, breathing her in and making her gasp. The rasp and scratch of his stubble against her sensitive skin was painfully good, each individual hair sending its own shock up her spine. Every jolt was like its own tiny supernova, the burn quickly soothed by his warm, wet tongue sweeping up after his scruffy jaw.

He licked her slowly before shoving the sharp ridge of his long nose against her clit, making her thigh jerk and twitch against the side of his head. Jackson flicked his tongue a few times against her entrance before thrusting it inside of her. 

Katie whined. She was both endlessly frustrated and turned on by how fucking smug he was about a great many things. And this? The way he could take her apart so fast and so thoroughly when he got his mouth on her? Fuck, she loved it. And he knew it. She hated him a little bit for that. The self-satisfied look on his face was so fucking irritating but too fucking hot. She was weak for it.

“Jacks, shit, fuck–” Katie swore, one hand leaving the dresser to grip his hair and yank. He hissed at the sharp pleasure and redoubled his efforts, using his grip on her hips to pull her more firmly against his face.

One hand dropped from her hips as he sucked hard on her clit and he gently stroked her cunt before sliding two thick fingers deep inside her. Katie cried out at the stretch–so close to perfect. Her hand in his hair went punishingly tight as he started to fuck her with his fingers, keeping up the pressure on her clit, intermixing his obscene sucking with flicks of his tongue across the sensitive bud. 

The heat pooling in her core was brought into sharp relief at the dual sensations and she was helpless against the rising wave of her orgasm. It swept through her, rushing up her spine to crest high and crash down through every nerve, pleasure overwhelming all her senses. She cried out, muscles seizing as Jackson didn’t let up and continued to work her over; sucking and flicking and curling his fingers inside her until she was shaking against him, sensitive and overstimulated and loving every sharp spark it sent through her.

At last she sagged against the dresser, tugging more pointedly on his hair, and he softened his touch, pulling back with a last gentle kiss to her clit that made her whimper. 

Katie loosened her grip, carding her fingers through the soft strands gently before letting her hand fall to the side. She blinked open her eyes to the view of Jackson kneeling between her legs looking up at her, his whole face slick and sticky from his cheeks and nose to his chin. He made an utterly debauched picture sitting back on his heels; his face a mess, bare chested, jeans open to reveal his cock, flushed deep red and dripping. His piercing, wet and glistening, caught the sunlight coming through the window. 

“Fuck, Jacks,” Katie breathed, letting her leg slide off his shoulder and listing to the side, unsteady on her feet. She wasn’t sure if she meant the absolutely filthy way he had just eaten her out or the sight of him on his knees, hard and ready for whatever she might want. But both were experiences she wanted to burn into her brain forever.

Jackson smirked up at her, licking his lips in an obscene show and wiping his chin with the back of his hand. 

“God, I’d die a happy man suffocated in that gorgeous pussy. You taste so fucking good, baby. Fuck.”

He rose up on his knees to reach forward and run his hands up and down her thighs. His nails scraped over her sensitive skin and made Katie shiver, slumping back on the dresser and canting her hips towards him without thinking. Jackson chuckled darkly. 

“Ready for more already, sweetheart?” 

He hummed and leaned up to press a kiss to her inner thigh, scraping his stubble over her skin before pressing a second one to her hip. The fingers of one hand came up to stroke lightly along her slit, hiding his smirk against Katie's skin when she chased his fingers in response.

“So greedy. You want more? You want me to fill you up? God, that’s what I want–want this hot, wet pussy tight around my cock, Katie. Fuck–” he swore as he slid three fingers into her easily, twisting them and pulling back to thrust them in.

Katie cried out, hands flying to the back of his head, tangling in his hair. 

“Fuck, Jackson. That’s so good…”

Her hips chased his fingers as he fucked them into her one, two, three more times before his control finally snapped. He pulled them out and got to his feet, flipping Katie over, tugging her hips back and kicking her legs wider so he could see all of her. There was a rustle of fabric as he shoved his jeans down his thighs and then she gasped at the shock of the fat head of his cock and the warm metal bar pressing against her opening. He rubbed himself along her slit, slicking himself up further, before he pushed inside.

Katie couldn’t tell where her moan stopped and Jackson’s began as he fucked into her, his thick cock filling her completely. He bottomed out with a soft, desperate grunt, pressing his body along the line of her back, letting her get used to the stretch of his cock. He groaned happily, bracing his arms on either side of her on the dresser, and rubbed his face against the side of her neck. 

“Fucking love the way you feel around me, baby,” he rumbled against her, nipping at her sensitive skin.

Katie took a deep breath, holding a whine in the back of her throat at the warm, shivery pleasure that curled through her with every minute shift of his hips as he held himself there deep inside her. She let her head fall back against his shoulder and laced her fingers through his.

“Jacks, shit–come on, if you don’t move in five fucking seconds…” Jackson smirked against her neck and circled his hips, making sure to prolong the torment as he scraped his teeth over her skin. 

“Greedy and impatient.” He bit her ear and squeezed her fingers. “And here I was thinking I was being a gentleman.”

“You’re being a deliberate tease, you asshole,” Katie growled. “Now just fuck me, Jackson, please!”

“Well since you asked so nicely…”

Jackson buried his face in her neck and clutched the top of his dresser before he shifted his hips, pulling out almost completely, and drove his cock back inside her. Katie moaned, pressing her forehead into her arms and tried to match Jackson’s fast, rough pace as he started to fuck her in earnest. His hips slammed against her ass with every thrust and he only slowed down to make sure she really felt the barbell through the head of his cock as he ground himself into her. 

The pleasure was so intense, too much for her to stay quiet. She lifted her head and attempted to gain leverage to fuck back onto him. 

"God, fuck, Jacks!" His cock hit home again and she arched, head falling back on his shoulder.

“Careful, baby,” Jackson warned, breathless. “Everyone downstairs is going to hear you. I thought no one was supposed to know–” He fucked into her hard, rolling his hips, and Katie choked on her cry. “–What we were up to,” he finished, humor shaking through his voice as she whined and turned her face to knock her forehead into his cheek.

"Fuck–" Katie's breath hitched and she shuddered as a warm puff of air tickled her hair that had started to come loose. "Off," she panted.

He laughed breathlessly, the sound curling into a groan as she rocked back onto his cock, taking him deep. He pressed his face into her neck, nipping at the tender skin there with sharp teeth, arms still bracketing her in.

“Thought that’s what I was fucking doing, sweetheart,” Jackson rumbled against her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him. Heat bled off of him, soaking through her thin shirt as he slipped his hands underneath to press them against her skin. 

“More, Jacks,” Katie pleaded, reaching back to tangle her fingers in his hair and tugging sharply.

He cursed, balls pulling up tight, and his fingers dug into her sides as the bright, fierce pain shot from his scalp to his cock. 

“More,” she demanded, rocking back against him and tugging roughly on his hair again.

“Fuck. Katie, baby,” Jackson choked, hands sliding down to her hips. The last of his control evaporated. Jackson's hands shook where they clutched at her hips, his thrusts powerful but sloppy as he worked to give her what she wanted.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good around my cock. You fucking love my piercing too, don’t you? Yeah, I can tell. Love how your pussy tries to squeeze the fucking life out of me with every pass of it.” He grunted, wrapping his arms back around her and pulling her tight against his chest, plastering himself against the whole line of her body. 

“So demanding, so fucking hot for this–love how you get so fucking bossy when you’re on the edge, fuck, baby, come on, come on, come on,” Jackson moaned against her neck, burying his face against her skin and breathing hard, his hips working fast.

The obscene slap of skin on skin was loud and obvious, neither of them capable of being quiet at this point, but Katie couldn’t spare a thought for how obvious. She was completely lost in the moment, whimpering with each thrust. His piercing dragged over her g spot just right every time and lit up her already oversensitive nerves, sending her hurtling towards a second earth-shattering orgasm.

“There you go, baby,” Jackson purred in her ear. “Oh, fuck, I can feel how close you are–just like that.” He shivered and rolled his hips against her and she dropped her hands to dig her nails into his forearms. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, babe. Come on, come on, wanna feel you come all over my cock, want to feel how fucking wet you get, want it, want you, please baby, please…” 

Katie didn’t know if it was an order, a plea, or a mixture of both but fuck, the desperate cadence of Jackson’s voice in her ear made her clench down harder around his cock as he kept up his furious pace. God, he was so hot against her back, and his teeth, still nipping, were sending little sparks skittering down her nerves every time they marked up her neck. 

“God. I need–I need–” She arched against him, pleasure burning through her veins, clouding her thoughts. She was so close, right on the edge. She just needed that last push, that last spark to set her ablaze. “Jacks–baby, please. I need–”

“What, sweetheart,” he panted in her ear. “Tell me what you need. Use your words, baby, fuck, I want to give you whatever it fucking is.”

She dug her nails harder into his arms and shook her head. Fuck this was too much how could he expect her to fucking….

“Yes, come on baby, you can do it,” Jackson coaxed. “Slow down? Speed up? Fuck, you need my fingers too?” He edged one of his hands down to rest just over her cunt, the tips of his fingers reaching for her clit. 

“Fuck–yes. That. Fuck,” she begged. “Fingers, please.”

“I got you…” Jackson encouraged, fingers slipping down and quickly circling her clit. “Oh, shit, go on babe, I got you, I got you–”

Katie jerked and came with a shocked gasp of Jackson’s name and sagged in his arms as her cunt clenched around his thick cock. Jackson didn’t let up, just hugged her closer, swearing at the feeling of her gripping him so tight. 

“There you go, just like that, oh, fuck–” 

Jackson choked and bit down on her neck as he followed her over, sucking hard, making Katie keen in pleasured-pain as his hips twitched and his cock throbbed deep inside her.

Jackson was slow to ease up his hold on her, letting go by degrees while he stayed buried deep inside her. He stroked his fingers over her skin in aimless patterns: up and down, across, brushing along the curve of her breasts causing Katie to shiver and tighten reflexively around his softening cock. Jackson moaned quietly and pressed his face into the back of her neck. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and playing with them for a few seconds, before moving on to her nipples, pinching them and smirking against her neck when she jerked in his arms. He murmured a quiet apology before gentling his fingers and holding her breasts in his big warm hands again, sighing happily, rubbing his sharp nose against her shoulder, tired and sated. 

Katie relaxed against him with a small, pleased sound as he pressed gentle, lazy kisses to the darkening mark on her shoulder. 

“You’re an animal,” she murmured. “Marking me up so obviously like that.”

He snorted, wrapping his arms around her tightly as his hips shifted and his cock slipped out. Katie shivered at the loss then whined as he stepped back, dropping to his knees behind her. His hands were warm on her thighs, tugging them wider with a deep, contented sigh to watch as his come start to drip out of her, leaving a sticky mess across her pussy and down her thighs.

“You’re ridiculous and disgusting,” Katie remarked, still trying to catch her breath, pressing her forehead to the dresser again and pretending that knowing he was behind her and getting off on watching his come slide down the inside of her thighs wasn’t so fucking hot. 

“And all yours,” Jackson agreed, leaning forward to bite her ass gently. He smiled against her skin at her yelp. 

“Haven’t you left enough marks for one afternoon?”

“No.” He bit the other cheek and Katie jerked, huffing a laugh.

“People are going to notice that new one you know,” she pointed out slowly, wiggling her ass back and forth and laughing when Jackson rubbed his face counter to the movement of her hips. 

“This one?” he asked, dragging his tongue over the growing bruise he just left on her ass cheek, amusement obvious in his voice. “You planning on going back out there bare-assed?”

Katie snorted, but couldn’t bring herself to really tell him off. She was feeling lazy and tired after two orgasms and enjoying that immensely, reveling in the feel of him behind her. 

“No, you ridiculous man. The very obvious mark you left on my neck.”

Jackson huffed before rising slowly to his feet and crowding close to her back to admire the dark bruise he had left. 

“Hmmm. You’re right. I could lend you a less revealing shirt?” He ran his thumb over it and pressed down till she gasped and shifted. 

“Making a claim by showing me off in your clothes?”

“Oh, you wanted to show off the mark?” He smirked at her in the mirror and, God, she hated how much she loved that stupid expression. It was even more devastating when his whole face was slick and shining in the late afternoon sun, an absolute mess from how he had pressed it into her with desperate abandon.

“Was this your plan all along?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Create this win-win scenario for yourself? Either you get to stare at these teeth marks on me–”

“Hardly what I would call teeth marks,” Jackson interjected with a laugh. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Would you rather me call it a hickey?” 

Jackson shrugged. 

“Or you get to watch me walk around in your clothes. Making sure either way that the entire world knows what we’ve been doing up here.”

“I think you already made that pretty obvious with the very enthusiastic noises you were making.”

Katie stared at him, unamused, for a few silent seconds. 

“You think you’re really smooth, don’t you, Dr. Neill?” 

Jackson grinned, wide, sunny, obnoxious, and more than a little smug. 

“So what’s it gonna be, sweet cheeks?” 

He wisely interpreted her silence for the warning it was and took a few steps back, sweeping his arm over to his closet and the clothes spilling messily out of it. Katie shook her head, trying to fight the smile that wanted to spread across her face in response. 

“You are fifteen years old and I don’t know why I still speak to you,” she told him, turning around to finally face him. He leaned forward to kiss her and she made a face, pulling back from him and pushing against his bare chest. 

“You are planning on washing your face before we go back outside, right?” She shouldered past him, heading in the direction of the bathroom, but turned back after a few seconds of incriminating silence. “Jackson.” 

He gave her his best innocent look but it fell far short of the mark. His thin lips were fighting a grin and he wouldn't meet her eyes as he pulled his pants up just far enough that he wouldn't trip. Jackson sauntered past her into the bathroom to clean off his piercing–taking an audibly sharp breath followed by soft groan, clearly loving the too much feeling as he handled his over-sensitive cock. Still looking anywhere but her, he finally zipped his jeans and turned to walk away again.

“Jackson!” Katie laughed, snagging the back of his pants and hauling him, struggling, back into the bathroom. “God, you gross, disgusting troll man! Wash your face! Your children are down there.”

“Aw, come on.” He batted at her hands, trying to break away. “It’s not like they’re gonna know–”

“Jackson.” Katie snorted a laugh again despite herself. “Do I have to scrub your face for you, you idiot manchild?”

Jackson turned to her, a single eyebrow raised and a sly smirk spreading across his face. He changed direction, pressing forward and walking Katie backwards until he had her against the sink, his hands warm on her bare hips. 

“Would you?”

Katie shook her head, grin spreading wider. 

“I think you’d like that too much,” she returned, tilting her chin up to look him in the eye as she slid her hands into his back pockets and rocked forward, grinding against his still-sensitive cock. Jackson groaned and tried to chase the friction but Katie shifted and put space between them. “Or maybe I’ll just start withholding things until you do it yourself.”

He pouted down at her. 

“But it’s so much better when you do it.”

“Aw,” Katie pouted back at him. “Is the big poor baby not getting everything he wants?” She stood on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose. “Wash your face you gross troll. I’m already going to be wearing your clothes, I can’t let you win everything. What would that do to your ego?”

Jackson heaved a massive sigh, like Katie had just asked the most ridiculous and outrageous favor of him, but stepped back to give her enough space to move past him so she could also get cleaned up.

Katie twisted, leaning back into his space to turn the water on, smirking up at him. 

“Cleanser’s in the cabinet, babe. I think you can take it from here?”

Jackson shook his head and Katie yelped when he smacked her ass as she turned to head to the shower for a quick rinse.

“I’m getting you in the face with the hose as soon as we get outside,” she promised as he turned big, innocent green eyes on her. “Just for that.”

***

The party was still in full swing when they got back out there and they received more than a few knowing glances from the people they walked past, their hands brushing and lingering just a little too close, before splitting up. 

Katie had opted for an old, faded, blue button down of Jackson’s, tied in the front and half unbuttoned. It covered the lurid hickey he had left but there was no doubt as to whose shirt she was wearing. Wendy looked her up and down significantly.

“Subtle.” She shook her head with a grin as she passed Katie a fresh beer.

Katie laughed and shrugged, cracking it open. 

“What can I say… he makes a good oral argument.”

Wendy barked a laugh and shook her head as Katie flushed and took a long sip. She looked out across the lawn and saw Jackson with a few of the other scholars in his department. He was in a fresh t-shirt and jeans, hair a bit wild from all their activities but his face clean. He had been laughing, shaking a finger at one of them, when he looked up and caught her watching him. He winked at her and dragged his gaze hot and slow from her head, over the open V of her shirt, down her legs, and back up, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes and returned his wink, turning back to Wendy. The other woman launched into a story about something that had happened with the neighbors while Katie was upstairs and she let it wash over her, settling back into the party. She flicked her eyes back to Jackson a few minutes later to find him still watching her as his colleagues continued to argue around him, his eyes softer, expression less smug and filled with more affection. 

Maybe he wasn’t subtle, but maybe subtlety was overrated.

Katie felt her face heat as she smiled back and his grin grew wider–happy to be caught, unconcerned that everyone could see it.  Yeah, Katie thought. Subtlety was overrated.

#wethotsummerbingo #jackson neill #jackson neill x katie d'amico #the path fanfiction #the path hulu

[ladyofdecember]

Oh my god, am I actually shipping Cal and Eddie??? 😅 I've gone from absolutely hating Cal with every fiber of my being, to being intrigued by his story, to feeling bad for him, to rooting for him to move on, to hating him for going back to the cult to try to take over. And now... now I'm shipping them?? 😂

#the path hulu #liveblogging #cal roberts #Eddie Lane #pageantry

[brettesims]

The Eightfold Fence

“From the time we are small it is something we are taught to build within ourselves; an impenetrable wall, which we can retreat whenever we need. You must train yourself to listen without hearing; for instance you can listen to the sound of a blossom falling, the rocks growing…

If you really listen your present circumstance vanishes. Do not be fooled by our politeness, our bows, our maze of rituals… beneath it all we could be a great distance away. Safe. And alone.”

~ Show: Shogun, (Hulu)

#shogun #zen #buddhism #zen quotes #the eightfold fence #eightfold path #eightfold fence #quotes #film quotes #hulu recommendations #show recommendations

[vforeverithing]

#Amber Midthunder #Prey #Prey 2022 #Naru #her path #love th scene #movie recommendation #girl power #hulu #Disney #Predator #predator series

[morrigansmuses]

Watch "Beyond the Garden Wall. The Path/Leonard Cohen" on YouTube

"One by one the guests are cast beyond the garden wall."

#the path #the path on hulu #Leonard Cohen #the guests #religion #spirituality #best show ever #Youtube #hugh dancy #aaron paul #michelle monaghan

[tvthemesongs]

The Path intro

#the path #hulu #2010s

[a-fragile-little-teacup]

The amount of money I’d pay for a good hug from Hugh Dancy is ridiculous and irresponsible.

#hugh dancy #hannibal #nbc hannibal #law and order #blood and chocolate #ella enchanted #the path Hulu #the path

[jjsanguine]

Every time someone does this on tv which is infrequently, because we live in the worst timeline I have flashbacks to Hawk and Caleb, secondary characters in The Path (Hulu) which was tragically cancelled on a cliffhanger and whose relationship informed basically every QL trope I hold dear

#if you want to understand my taste in queer media watch coffee prince + shelter (2007) + the path (hulu) + rag tag (2006) if you can find it #be my favorite #be my favorite the series #be my favourite #pisaeng #kawi #the path hulu #hawk #caleb

[childofwonder]

I started watching The Path :D

Other than Hugh’s acting being really stellar the entire cast is really good. My favourite characters are Eddie and Sarah rn. I just started season two and it’s a rollercoaster.

Cal is one of the weirdest characters I’ve ever seen because he’s acting completely on impulses but then will turn around and do something incredibly selfless (usually to gain control over the cult) or he will have these big emotional outbursts which make me feel so badly for him. I can’t not feel bad when I see Hugh Dancy cry okay it’s just programmed to happen now. He just is a weird character because he’s CONSTANTLY lying but he reveals the truth so often in such a weird manner.

He also has two love interests that he’s constantly trying to make work but never will. He has a few strange scenes with Emma Greenwell’s character which were so hard to watch and made me incredibly uncomfortable but were also really funny after they were over.

Hugh was really bringing the chaotic energy that this character has, it’s probably his darkest role that I’ve seen of him. Even compared to Will Graham, who after season one is no longer a good person and in season three is a literal murder criminal (love him for that tho) and yet Cal is so much worse. Drastically worse.

But the show overall is really well written and I’m enjoying it way more than I thought I would. I recommend it not just for Hugh if you are a Hannibal fan but because it’s a good show WITH Hugh, a win for me.

Enjoy this gif I made of Cal being shirtless

#hugh dancy #the path #the path Hulu #hannibal

[bi-bard]

Tell Me All the Secrets You’ve Been Hiding - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Tell Me All the Secrets You’ve Been Hiding

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Based On: Sex Not Violence

Word Count: 1,190 words

Warning(s): using affection to get someone to talk about their trauma (don't do that; you can comfort, don't force it), description of bad parents

Summary: Cal wants to know more about a new resident to the compound. (Y/n) wants to focus on literally anything else.

Author's Note: Oh, look, another Hugh Dancy character. That's a fucking shock.

YUNGBLUD WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Staying at the compound for the Meyerist Movement was not part of my plan. I don't know if it ever would have been.

But here I was, walking along the grounds like I had been there forever. I had gotten comfortable there. Very comfortable.

It was late. Most people were either already asleep or getting ready to be. I couldn't sleep. I wanted to be able to look around the compound without anyone interrupting me.

I must've gotten lost in thought.

I couldn't remember walking into the chapel. I just kind of found myself there.

It looked weirder in the dark without anyone there.

"(Y/n)?"

I looked to the door, immediately recognizing whose voice it was.

"Cal," I grinned at him.

He had been the one to find me. He led me to the compound when I needed a safe place. I had kind of latched onto him. He was the first person that I had started to trust. The only person that I felt like I could rely on.

"Am I... Am I not supposed to be in here," I asked, pointing around.

"No, no, you're fine."

I nodded.

"Did you need something," he offered. "Time alone or... anything, really?"

I shook my head. "I've gotten so used to following everyone around constantly. I wanted to see the compound without the crowd. Not that I don't like the people here. I just get a bit overwhelmed."

He grinned. "It's okay."

I went back to looking around the building.

"You've been here for a while," he noted. I nodded, not looking at him. "Have you reached out to your family? At all?"

I felt a wave of nervousness roll through me. "I... Can we talk about something else?"

"Why?"

"It's just not important," I shrugged. "This building is lovely."

"(Y/n)."

"Cal," I mimicked his stern tone as I looked back at him.

He started walking over to me. "You have been here for a while yet have disclosed none of your past. I would like to know you."

I paused for a moment, contemplating my choices. I could tell him everything and deal with the consequences. Or I could deny it and try to move on without ever thinking about my life before the movement.

That would be much easier.

"You don't actually want to talk about that," I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. I'm here now."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't find it important."

I stepped forward, reaching out to touch his sides. "I've done everything you've asked of me. Listened to every word and completed every task. I did that for you."

Cal tensed but he didn't move away from me. I leaned over, speaking directly into his ear.

"Is that not enough," I whispered.

It was just meant to be a distraction. Hoping for a lapse in his self-control so I can avoid this conversation for a little bit longer.

"I thought you did those things for your faith," he said. I leaned back, disappointed that my plan didn't actually work.

"Not at first," I confessed. I stepped back, going to sit on the edge of his little stage. "You were my main motivation. You were the one that found me. That brought me here. Are you surprised that I wanted to do whatever it took for you to not leave me?"

He tilted his head a bit at me. Something clicked in his mind. I could see it.

"You were... you are all that I want," I continued. "I would do almost anything you asked of me."

I watched him step toward me.

I looked away from him as he got closer.

He reached out and cupped the side of my face, turning me back to look up at him. I wanted to hide again. His eyes were looking right through me. Like he could read every last thought without me saying anything.

"I have an offer for you," he said. "If you'll hear it."

I nodded. Of course, I would.

He took a knee in front of me. His hand remained on the side of my face. I had to fight the urge to lean into his touch.

"Answer my questions," he explained. "And I'll be sure that you get what you want."

I furrowed my eyebrows. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. It clicked. Him.

He leaned back, grinning at me. "Is that okay?"

I nodded before the logical side of my brain could talk me out of it. All I had been craving for months, years even, was affection. True affection. Cal was the first person I had actually tied to that need. He was offering me that on a silver platter.

"Why did you stay," he asked.

"Um, well," I let out a breath. "I didn't have anywhere to go."

His hands moved to hold mine. "No one to go find?"

"No one worth my time," I muttered. "Don't talk to my family very much."

I very distinctly remember not wanting to talk about this. Cal nodded, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I watched him closely. I had never been so nervous around someone. The only reason my leg wasn't shaking was that I was scared that I was going to knee him in the face by accident.

He leaned back enough to look at me properly. "Why?"

I hesitated for a moment. My mouth opened and closed a few times.

"(Y/n)," Cal pushed.

"We didn't click," I explained as best I could. "I wanted to be able to feel my emotions truly. Cry when I needed to cry. Yell when I needed to yell. They wanted a child that was a robot. Kicked me out due to my 'outbursts'."

I had gotten so used to locking all of that off. Not telling anyone. It was too much. It either overwhelmed them or they thought I was overdramatic.

Cal's jaw clenched for a moment. I don't know why, but I assumed he was upset at me. I looked down, waiting for him to snap at me or yank his hands away or something.

He didn't.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. He paused there for a few moments. I could feel my face warming up as he did.

I didn't let him get far when he tried to lean back.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his properly for the first time. My hands moved to grab onto the fabric of his shirt. There were tears rolling down my face. I could feel them. I didn't want to answer any more questions.

Cal didn't seem to want any more answers. His hand cupped the side of my face.

He leaned back a few moments later. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were falling.

"Are you okay," he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. Yeah. It wasn't you."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah," I looked down at my hand still grabbing his shirt. "I am completely sure."

I pulled him back into another kiss. I accepted that this was the best place for me. This was home. With Cal was home.

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Author's Note: No one bullies me as much as I bully myself for writing about so many Hugh Dancy characters.

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