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You were certain Tyler wouldn’t be mean about your feelings or make you feel bad, but you were equally certain you weren’t his type. You’d met a fair amount of guys that looked as good as him, and not a single one of them was ever interested in you. You weren’t ashamed of your body, but you weren’t exactly comfortable being the only overweight person in your friend group.

🥺🥺🥺

He noticed you still hadn't met his gaze, a fact he chose to ignore. Instead, he opted to use the moment to his advantage, blue-green eyes sweeping over your form, noting the exposed, soft flesh of your legs. He had twin urges to sink his teeth into your thighs and feel them wrap around his head until he couldn't breathe. He quickly shook the image out of his head before those impure thoughts could make their way below the belt line.

The definition of ogling 🤭

You blanched further. "It's-it's a physiological response--" "To you," he added firmly. "A physiological response to you."

Just a physiological response, sure 🤭

"No--that you want me." Tyler grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them between his. "I am completely certain I want you in every meaning of the word. I would, however, like to start with getting to know you...biblically." You let out a breathy laugh. "I would ask if you're drunk, but I already know the answer." "Sober as a priest, darlin'." "So you're just insane then?"

Urgh I just loved this exchange 😍

He grinned, but you could see a light blush dusting his cheeks even in the dark room. "I, uh--I've read a lot of those books you told me about." "Books I've read?" He nodded. "I had no idea." "Well I knew how much you liked them and I was curious...so I started reading one and I couldn't stop. They actually gave me some ideas for things I'd like to do with you." "I'm not quite sure why that's so hot, but it is. So if you could please kiss me again, I'd appreciate it."

What a declaration of love 🥰 + extremely hot 🤤

His nostrils flared and he balled his hands into fists. "No one has the right to make negative comments on your appearance. No one, including you. I'm sorry anyone ever made you feel like you weren't a fucking prize, but that's their loss. If you don't feel comfortable showing me your body yet, then I won't push you, but I need you to know I want to see every inch of you...so I can worship every inch of you."

"I wanted a better angle." With that, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove into your pussy.

🤭🤭🤭

After several minutes, your thighs began to burn and your motions slowed. Tyler noticed your energy waning, so he pulled you down flush against his chest and kissed you deeply. He thrust up into you a couple times before flipping you onto your back. "Let me take care of you," he murmured as he began to slowly thrust into you.

He is so sweet and hot at the same time 🥰😮‍💨

"Just appreciating how sweet you are." He smiled. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't think I was just gonna leave you here with this mess." His tone was light, though slightly chastising. "I've never had someone take care of me after sex," you admitted, a soft blush gracing your cheeks.

I just wanna give her a hug 🥺

As you closed your eyes, your foolish brain began to overthink every moment of the night. You wondered if he would regret his choices in the light of day, or if he would want to actually have a real relationship with you. Tyler felt the tension in your body and his grip on you tightened. "Turn your brain off, princess." You inhaled sharply before letting out a soft chuckle. "How'd you know?" "I know you. I can practically hear your brain overthinking," he teased. "Whatever your anxiety says is wrong. I'm in this for the long haul, okay?"

He truly is perfect 🥹

He smiled and handed them to you, but when you stepped closer, you saw the marks on his biceps--crescent moon shaped scabs. "Oh my god," you gasped. "Did I do that?" Tyler's eyes followed your line of sight. "It's not a big deal, princess. They're badges of honor, as all marks from you are." You looked down to where his fingers grazed your skin and realized he was right. A light blush crept up to your cheeks. "I have to admit...I quite like the idea of you marking me." Tyler grinned wolfishly. "Now you know how I feel."

They match each other's freak 😌🤭

Lily made eye contact with you, noting your expression, your's and Tyler's wet hair, and the hold he still had on your hand. A knowing grin spread across her face. "I think I know exactly who used all the hot water."

Hahah I love that Lily just instantly knows 😅

Destination: Motel Feelings

Pairing: Tyler Owens x plus size!reader

Summary: Two friends. One bed. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: it’s just a whole lot of smut, with a droplet of fluff. Cursing, use of pet names, self-esteem/body image issues. Oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), pretty fluffy sex overall.

“At least this motel is cleaner than the last one,” you mumbled as you entered the main lobby.

The motel was small, as most were in bumbfuck, Oklahoma, but it would have to do for the night.

“Who’s bunking with me this round?” Boone asked.

“Dexter’s with you. Dani and Lily are sharing, and then it’s me and Tyler,” you answered.

Since the six of you traveled together regularly, you’d made it a point to rotate sleeping arrangements to make it fair. This week was your week to bunk with Tyler. You always hated when it was just you and him, not because of anything he did, but because of how awkward you felt the entire time.

It wasn’t your fault he was gorgeous and charming and funny and smart…the combination of which made you want him with an unhealthy desperation. He was your favorite person to be around, but never alone. You needed a buffer to keep you from being incredibly awkward, or gods forbid, telling him how you felt.

You'd long since accepted the curves that came with puberty, curves that had only grown as you'd gotten older. Not a single part of you was what you would deem small, other than perhaps your height. You had large boobs and the back pain to accompany them, along with hips and an ass you were convinced could stop traffic. Your stomach had long been your biggest hurdle--and your main point of self-consciousness. Suffice it to say you were soft...and Tyler was very much not.

"You don't sound excited to be sharing a room with me, darlin'," Tyler teased lightly from behind you.

You chuckled in response. "I think I'd sell my kidney to stay in a hotel room without any of you for a week."

The rest of the team laughed while Boone and Dexter stepped up to the counter to check-in. Dani went next, grabbing room keys for her and Lily. The four of them went upstairs to throw their bags down, with a promise to be back in the lobby in 10 minutes for dinner.

You and Tyler smiled at the older woman behind the counter as you gave your name to check-in. The woman frowned slightly as she looked at her computer screen.

"Is everything alright?" Tyler asked gently.

"Well, it seems there was a bit of a mix up," she began. "We actually only have one room available."

"That's fine," you reasoned. "We only need one."

The woman nodded, but her expression still looked mildly uncomfortable. "It's--uh--it's a single."

You froze, contemplating the meaning of her words.

"Is there a couch?" Tyler asked, saving you from the discomfort.

She nodded, a look of relief crossing her face. "There is!"

"Then we'll take it," Tyler said with a smile.

A few minutes later, the two of you had your keys and were on the way upstairs to your room. You unlocked the door and barked out a laugh as you took in the space.

Tyler stepped in behind you and let out a low groan. "That's the couch?"

You laughed harder. "I didn't know they made couches that small. It's comical."

Tyler sighed and tossed his bag onto the freakishly small couch. "It's only for a night, right?"

You winced slightly. "At least two...possibly three."

"Shit," he mumbled.

"Ty, I'm not making you sleep on that tiny thing. You're over 6 feet tall...I don't even think you'll fit."

You both turned your attention to the bed on the other side of the room. Somehow, the queen sized bed looked dauntingly small to you.

"I'll, uh, take the couch," you offered.

"This thing looks like it's older than we are," Tyler muttered. "I wouldn't want my worst enemy sleeping on this thing, let alone you."

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, likely a text from Boone or Lily reminding you about dinner. "We'll figure it out after dinner. I'm starving."

Tyler nodded his agreement and followed you back down to the lobby where the rest of the team was waiting.

**********

By the time dinner was over and you'd said goodnight to the rest of the team, you'd nearly forgotten the predicament awaiting you in your room. Reality smacked you in the face the moment you opened the door and stepped back into the small space, a deep sigh settling in your chest.

"Why don't you get a shower first and I'll figure out how to make this work," Tyler said gently.

You just nodded, not wanting to consider the most logical solution to this particular issue. You grabbed your bag and entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You made quick work of your shower and nighttime preparations, slipping on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of very short shorts.

You stared in the mirror for a moment, lost in a wave of self-consciousness. Every dimple in your thighs was visible, the soft flesh jiggling with your movements. You'd forgotten to throw a pair of pj pants in your bag before leaving home this time, so the shorts were all you had. You sighed, knowing it wasn't gonna get any better than it currently was, so you grabbed your bag and went back out into the room.

Tyler was lying on the floor, a singular blanket and pillow his only form of bedding.

A light laugh accompanied your words as you took in the sight before you. "What the heck are you doing?"

Tyler looked up with an uncomfortable shrug. "Sleeping on the floor. What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're insane," you said lightly. "I don't even want to know how disgusting these floors are...I would much rather sleep on the couch than let you sleep on the floor all night."

"Having sat on the couch already, I can promise you the floor is more comfortable."

You scoffed. "Impossible." You crossed the room and dropped onto the couch with an oomph. "Jesus--this thing is a rock."

Tyler laughed at your obvious discomfort. "I told you. There's no way I'm letting you sleep on that thing. At least one of us needs to get a good night's sleep."

"So why don't you sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

Tyler glared at you. "Not happening, sweetheart. My mama raised me better than that."

You rolled your eyes. "No offense, Tyler, but I think you're a little too old to sleep on the floor these days. You're gonna wake up with a slipped disk and a hernia."

His laughter brought a smile to your face. "I'm not that old, (Y/N)."

"Well I'm definitely that old--and I'm a year younger than you."

He smirked as he pulled himself off the floor. "You're taking the bed, you muppet."

Your jaw dropped, a choked laugh escaping your throat. "Did you just call me a muppet?"

"Yes I did and I don't regret it." He grabbed his bag and rushed past you to get to the bathroom before you could find something to throw at him.

"Muppet," you murmured under your breath. "He's the muppet."

"I heard that!"

"Get in the shower, Owens!" you laughingly yelled back.

You unceremoniously dropped onto the bed, a sigh breezing past your lips. You were tired and the thought of having the entire bed to yourself was a pleasant one...until you sat up and looked at the makeshift bed on the cold, hard, unforgiving floor.

You knew there was no way you could let him sleep on the floor. While the comments about his age had been a joke, you were both in your 30s now and sleeping wrong could genuinely fuck you up for days. You absolutely couldn't make him sleep on the damn floor.

You glanced at the empty bed beside you and groaned. Sharing a bed with Tyler ranked very highly on your list of most horrifying situations. There was a high probability you would actually combust from embarrassment alone. What if you did something weird in your sleep? What if you kicked him or pushed him out of the bed? What if you accidentally tried to cuddle with him? You would die of mortification.

While you were contemplating all the ways this could go horribly wrong, Tyler came out from the bathroom clad in his boxers and a scandalously tight white t-shirt. You bit your lip, looking away from him hurriedly. You could feel the blush heating your cheeks and you prayed he wouldn't notice.

You cleared your throat quietly before gesturing to the bed beside you. You couldn't quite meet his gaze as you said, "You're not sleeping on the floor, so you might as well take half the bed."

Tyler raised his eyebrows even though he knew you weren't looking his way. "You sure, sweetheart? I don't wanna impose."

You shrugged. "We're adults, Ty. I think we can manage to share a bed for a couple nights without making it weird."

"We can put a pillow in the middle if you want," he offered sweetly.

"The bed is a little small for that--besides, we only have three pillows on this damn bed and I'm using two of them."

Tyler chuckled as he scooped up his pillow from the floor and placed it beside yours. He lowered himself onto the bed, feeling the mattress dip with his weight. "Why do you get two pillows and I only get one?"

"Because you like to sleep as flat as possible like some sort of psychopath."

Tyler laughed heartily, his grin widening as he took in the small smile gracing your face. "A psychopath?"

"Retaliation for calling me a muppet."

He laughed again, smacking you gently with his pillow. The action earned him a glare, followed by a slow, teasing smirk. His mind went blank as you finally made eye contact with him. Your pupils swallowed up nearly all of your irises thanks to the dim lighting and the singular lamp on his bedside table cast the prettiest glow on your skin. The only thought that crossed his mind was the word 'radiant'.

He swallowed thickly, forcing the word back down his throat before he could blurt it out. You'd never once given him an indication you felt the same way he did, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.

"Alright, weirdo. Turn off that light so we can go to sleep," you murmured, breaking the spell of the moment.

Tyler did as you asked before settling more comfortably into the bed. You laid on your side, back to him, and he felt the urge to run his fingers through your hair--yet another urge he immediately suppressed.

He rolled over so his back was to you and let out a soft sigh. He had to admit he was tired, but being in the same bed with you and not touching you was almost painful, enough so that he wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep.

"Goodnight, Tyler," you whispered softly, keeping your eyes trained on the wall, even though you desperately wanted to look at him one more time.

"Goodnight, (Y/N/N)." He paused. "Just do me one favor."

"Hmm?"

"Keep your icy ass feet away from me."

You laughed, swinging your leg back to plant your foot against his bare calf. He swore and nearly jumped at the sensation.

"They're like icicles!"

You giggled. "They're not that bad you drama queen."

He rolled over enough to glare at your back. "That's drama king to you."

You shot a matching glare over your shoulder before you both burst out laughing. You swatted his arm affectionately, trying not to marvel at the firm muscles beneath your palm. "Go to sleep."

He smiled as he faced away again. "Goodnight, icicle."

He heard your breathy laugh as you murmured, "Goodnight, drama king."

**********

The exhaustion must have kicked in at some point because you could barely remember falling asleep when you awoke in the middle of the night. It took you several moments to orient yourself, having forgotten where you were.

In those moments before lucidity settled in, you could feel a radiating heat at your back and you instinctively curled into it, pressing against something very firm.

Then you felt it--breath gently blowing against your neck, something heavy draped across your middle, and someone's very large body pressed against you from head to foot.

Tyler. His name slammed into your brain, pushing you firmly into wide-awake territory. You quickly realized it was his body wrapped around yours, his breath caressing your neck, his arm holding you tightly against him.

You laid there, utterly frozen, as you contemplated what to do. His grip on you was surprisingly firm, preventing you from simply rolling out of his grasp, and there wasn't much room on your side of the bed to escape to anyway.

Somewhere in Tyler's subconscious, he must have felt the shift in your body and the urge to ease your tension was one he couldn't ignore even in his dreaming state.

His grip on you tightened even more, pulling you back against his chest. He pressed forward into you and you shifted slightly in an attempt to distance yourself. In doing so, you wiggled your ass right against his semi-hard member, eliciting a soft groan from Tyler's lips.

With absolute horror, you felt him start to harden even more, the urge to melt into the floor growing with each moment. You didn't want him to wake up and be mortified, so you tried to move away from him without waking him.

Your movements stirred him into awareness, the current situation coming into focus as he awoke. You felt the moment Tyler woke up fully, his body going rigid against yours before rolling away from you with shocking speed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," he muttered in embarrassment. "I-I didn't mean--shit. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you murmured, trying to diffuse the situation. "You were sleeping--it happens."

He groaned and rubbed his face wearily. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

His voice was low and pained, the tone making your chest ache. "You didn't. It's alright." You reached out a hand to brush against his arm. "Hey...look at me."

His body remained tense beneath your fingers. "Ty," you urged.

He finally turned to look at you and he found himself surprised at your open expression. You didn't look angry or upset, in fact, if he didn't know better, he'd say you looked intrigued.

"No more apologizing," you ordered when he opened his mouth with a clear apology on his lips. "I didn't mind."

Your eyes widened as you realized what you'd just admitted, a bright pink blush quickly deepening your skin.

Emboldened by your words, Tyler leaned towards you slightly. "Which part? Me holding you? Or my obvious physical attraction to you?"

You exhaled sharply. "Your what?"

Tyler's eyes scanned your face and he was certain he saw a whole lot more than intrigue written there--he'd even say it was desire. "Oh come on princess. You felt my reaction..."

You blanched further. "It's-it's a physiological response--"

"To you," he added firmly. "A physiological response to you."

Your mouth opened and closed in an embarrassing representation of a fish before you finally pushed out one word, "Me?"

Tyler smirked, looking around the room. "You're the only one here, sweetheart."

You looked down at yourself before looking back at him, repeating the motion twice before you sputtered, "You-you. No--you...no way. You can't."

He smiled at your fumbled words. "I can and I do. I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way you do."

"Physically?" you gasped in disbelief.

He chuckled. "Physically and emotionally, actually."

Your draw dropped further. "What?"

Tyler stood up and moved to your side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you. "Let me make this very explicitly clear, (Y/N). Yes, I find you attractive. Yes, I want you. Yes, I think you're incredible. No, I don't just wanna fuck. Yes, I want to be with you."

You stared at him in silence for a long moment. "Am I dreaming?" you whispered.

He shook his head and gently brushed a thumb against your outer thigh. "We're both wide awake, baby."

"Are you sure?"

He chuckled. "That we're awake? Very."

"No--that you want me."

Tyler grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them between his. "I am completely certain I want you in every meaning of the word. I would, however, like to start with getting to know you...biblically."

You let out a breathy laugh. "I would ask if you're drunk, but I already know the answer."

"Sober as a priest, darlin'."

"So you're just insane then?"

He cocked his head to the side. "I've never felt more sane in my life. I've wanted you since the day you walked into my life, (Y/N). Only way I'm walking away now is if you tell me you don't feel the same."

You stared at him, a look of confused wonder on your face. Never did you think Tyler Owens would be saying this to you...but here he was, literally on his knees, telling you everything you've wanted to hear for so long.

"Of course I feel the same," you said softly. "How could I not?"

He smiled as he slowly pulled himself up, but instead of rising to his full height, he began to slowly crawl onto the bed, forcing you to lay down to accommodate him.

He stopped once you were fully trapped beneath him, lips so close you could feel his warm breath. "Stop me if this isn't what you want," he whispered.

You lifted your head to close the gap between you, lips pressing firmly against his. He groaned into the kiss, immediately deepening it.

You slid your tongue along the seam of his lips, silently begging him to let you in. He obliged, tongue meeting yours with fervent passion. He tangled his fingers into your hair with one hand, while the other slipped under your shirt to gently rub at your hips.

You were inclined to allow him to kiss you until you passed out from lack of oxygen, but he finally pulled away just enough to suck down a lungful of air.

"If I'd known kissing you felt like that, I would have done this years ago," he murmured.

You chuckled breathlessly. "I haven't been kissed like that in a long time--perhaps ever, if I'm honest."

"Then allow me to make a promise. I will kiss you like that every day for the rest of your life."

You gasped. "That's...a rather intense commitment, Ty."

"Five years, (Y/N)."

"I'm gonna die in five years?"

Tyler chuckled and shook his head. "God I hope not. I meant, I have wanted to do that for five years...so no, it's not as big of a commitment as you'd think. I'd think of it more as an honor."

You stared at him in silence for a moment. "Who taught you to talk like that?"

He grinned, but you could see a light blush dusting his cheeks even in the dark room. "I, uh--I've read a lot of those books you told me about."

"Books I've read?"

He nodded.

"I had no idea."

"Well I knew how much you liked them and I was curious...so I started reading one and I couldn't stop. They actually gave me some ideas for things I'd like to do with you."

"I'm not quite sure why that's so hot, but it is. So if you could please kiss me again, I'd appreciate it."

Tyler grinned, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You sighed into the kiss and pulled him even closer to you, desperate to feel as much of him as you could.

He felt the same way, right hand sliding farther up your side under your shirt, exposing more of your flesh as he went.

His thumb brushed the underside of your breast and he groaned into the kiss as he realized it meant you'd forgone a bra. He moved his hand to properly cup your breast, kneading the supple flesh before brushing a thumb over your peaked nipple.

You gasped softly and you reached for the hem of his shirt to tug it off. He allowed you to remove it and proceeded to reach for yours. A wave of self-consciousness hit you and you grabbed his wrists to stop him from lifting it further.

"Maybe we keep it on?" you said softly.

He looked confused. "Why?"

You didn't answer right away. You didn't want to admit to the feelings of self-doubt or acknowledge your body image issues, but you also didn't like the idea of being fully exposed to him. Especially now that you could see exactly how well-sculpted he was.

His eyes scanned your face, looking for an answer to his question. You weren't making eye contact with him, but you weren't telling him to stop, which only added to his growing confusion.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No!" you said quickly. "I just--I don't..."

The confusion on his face was almost endearing. He wanted to see you, touch you, kiss you...and he couldn't understand why you didn't want him to.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he whispered.

You shook your head immediately. "It's not you at all, Tyler. It's me."

He frowned. "I don't understand."

You let out an exasperated sigh, realizing you really would have to be straightforward. "I don't really like the way I look without clothes on." Your voice was low, barely a whisper, but he still heard every word.

Realization hit him like an EF5 tornado. "Who made you feel that way?"

The harsh tone of his voice surprised you, so much so that you finally made eye contact with him again. His eyes were dark and there was a hint of simmering anger in them.

When you didn't answer, he asked again. "Who made you feel like you weren't beautiful?"

You exhaled slowly. "Do you want a list?"

Your lips parted in surprise as you let his words sink in. There was no hint of deception in his voice or his gaze, and it gave you a surge of much-needed confidence.

You sat up just enough to pull your shirt up and over your head before letting your back hit the sheets. Your pulse was racing, breathing ragged, and you couldn't quite make yourself look at him.

Tyler was silent as he beheld your exposed torso, gaze sweeping appreciatively over every dip and curve, mentally marking every spot he wanted to spend extra time on.

He finally looked back up at your face, noticing instantly that your eyes were trained on the ceiling. "Baby. Look at me."

The dominance in his voice, while gentle, left no room for argument. You met his adoring gaze and the last dredges of worry left your body, taking the tension along with it.

He watched your body relax and a small smile formed on his lips. He leaned forward so he hovered over you once more and murmured, "You are absolutely exquisite."

With those four words, you melted, becoming a pliable instrument to his will. He kissed you softly before beginning his descent down your jaw, your neck, to your collarbone, and finally to your breasts.

"I think I'll stop here for a while," he mumbled against your soft skin.

You let out a breathy chuckle as you slid your fingers into his hair. He was true to his word, not a single inch of skin left untouched by either his mouth or hands.

The growing need for him was starting to become more prominent, the slick gathering between your thighs almost to an embarrassing level. As much as you were enjoying the attention he paid to your breasts, you needed to feel him elsewhere.

Before you could voice the need, Tyler continued his descent down your stomach, kissing every little mark he found. He reveled in the feeling of softness beneath his hands, wanting nothing more than to touch your body forever.

"Tyler," you whimpered, need evident in your voice.

He chuckled against your skin. "So impatient."

You squirmed slightly, desperate for some form of friction, a need he, himself, was also feeling. He hooked his fingers in the sides of your shorts and you lifted your hips to allow him to remove the last scrap of fabric from your body.

The sound that slipped past Tyler's lips could only be described as a growl. "That tiny bit of fabric was all that was between me and all of this?"

You nodded, unable to speak as he slipped a finger between your folds to collect your slick. He brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, moaning softly at your taste.

"I knew you would be delicious."

He dropped to his knees off the edge of the bed, then grabbed your hips and tugged you towards him. A squeal of surprise escaped you, which brought a smirk to his lips.

"I wanted a better angle." With that, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove into your pussy.

Your moans immediately drowned out any of the other sounds in the room, and even the ambient noise from outside. Tyler was incredibly skilled with his mouth, even more than you'd always imagined.

His tongue swirled your clit as he slipped one finger into you, gently curling it against the soft, spongey spot that made your toes curl. Your hips jacked off the bed in response, causing him to drape an arm across your abdomen to hold you in place.

"More, Tyler," you begged.

He grinned and added another finger, increasing the pace of the thrusts and his ministrations on your clit. Your hands clawed at the sheets as you neared your peak, desperate pleas to not stop mixed with your moans of pleasure.

Tyler, of course, did not stop. He wanted you to cum as much as you wanted it. He could feel how close you were, your pussy was squeezing his fingers so tightly it was becoming harder to move them. You kept trying to move your hips to grind on his face for even more friction, but he held you in place.

With a final flick of his tongue, you fell over the edge, waves of pleasure filling your senses. Tyler didn't stop until your moans turned to soft whimpers and you squirmed away from him.

He crawled back onto the bed, watching you as you came down from your high. He was certain you'd never looked more beautiful. When he said as much, you blushed deeply and averted your gaze.

"Oh come on, princess. Don't get all shy on me now."

You giggled lightly and looked at him again. He looked so damn good it was nearly offensive. You reached for his boxers with a murmured, "May I?"

Instead of answering, he stood up and removed his boxers quickly. You bit your lip at the sight of his very large member. The man gave off big dick energy, so you really shouldn't have been surprised.

You licked your lips absentmindedly as you looked at him. You pulled yourself up into a sitting position and flicked your gaze to his face. He was surprised by the hunger evident in your expression and he suddenly felt his need for you intensify.

He took a step towards you as if to crawl back on top of you, but you shook your head. "Lie down," you commanded softly.

The look in your eyes had him obeying immediately. As soon as he'd laid down, you climbed onto him, straddling his thigh. Your soft hand wrapped firmly around his cock and you began to stroke him slowly, earning soft sounds of enjoyment from him.

You smirked as you took in his expression, pleasure evident on his face. You lowered yourself, taking him into your mouth with a soft moan of your own. His hand was instantly in your hair, grip tightening as you started moving.

You swirled your tongue around his head before sucking tightly. You relaxed your throat and continued to take more of him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Anything your mouth couldn't take, your hand pleasured.

His moans spurred you on and guided your motions. You picked up on the subtle things that seemed to provide him more pleasure and you focused on those. Your own enjoyment was evident in the moans you made around his cock and the way you occasionally rubbed your pussy against his thigh, desperately seeking some relief.

Tyler could feel his orgasm fast approaching, but he wasn't ready to cum yet. With a strong tug on your hair, he lifted your head off his cock. You whined in annoyance, a small pout on your face when you met his gaze.

"Sorry, baby, but I'd like this to last."

Your expression softened and you shifted your body to straddle his hips. You leaned forward to kiss him deeply. He met your lips hungrily, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue delved into your mouth.

You gently brushed your pussy against his cock, eliciting needy moans from both of you.

"I don't think I can wait any longer," Tyler murmured.

"Me neither," you admitted. You sat back up, an odd expression he couldn't name on your face.

"You alright, sugar?"

You bit your lip. "Could I...could I ride you?"

A wide grin spread across Tyler's face. "'Course you can."

You weren't accustomed to being on top, but it was something you really wanted to try with him. You gripped his cock and slowly lowered yourself down onto him, gasps and whimpers leaving your lips as you took all of him.

Tyler's grip on your hips tightened, a low groan leaving his throat as he watched his cock disappear inside you. You shook slightly, so he rubbed soothing circles into your hips and whispered, "Just relax, baby. I've got you."

You nodded and took a deep breath, allowing your body time to adjust to his considerable size. You placed your hands against his chest, using them for leverage as you lifted yourself up and dropped back down onto his cock.

The sensation was incredible...and the control was utterly intoxicating. You started to move faster, spurred on by the way his fingers dug into your flesh and the sounds of pleasure escaping his parted lips.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured as he began to slowly thrust into you.

His movements were slow and calculated, leaving you utterly breathless. Your nails scrapped along his shoulders and back, moans slipping past your lips with each thrust. "Tyler..." you whimpered.

He nipped at your collarbone in response to his name, the sound coming from your lips was easily the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.

He pulled himself up onto his knees, tugging both of your legs up to rest against his chest. The new position elevated your hips at just the right angle for each thrust to press firmly against your sweet spot.

The chorus of broken moans coming from you mixed with the sounds your mingled bodies made to create the most intoxicating symphony Tyler'd ever heard.

There was not a single thought in your head other than the overwhelming pleasure you were on the receiving end of. You were lost in it--in him. Your nails dug roughly into his biceps as you clung to him with all your strength.

Gasps of his name left you, along with desperate pleas to keep going. Tyler pushed past the pain in his arms as you drew blood, his sole focus on making sure you reached your peak. He watched your face contort in pleasure, chest heaving, eyes closed, moans dripping from your open mouth.

"Look at me," he whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus on his blue-green ones. The moment your eyes met, you fell apart with a fractured scream of his name. The muscles of your core clenched tightly around him, forcing him to a slower pace.

Tyler watched you in awe, utterly enraptured by the sheer magnitude of the moment. Your legs shook as he took them in his hands and gently lowered them back to the bed.

Your hands had fallen from his arms, but you now reached for him. "Ty."

He leaned forward, placing both his palms on the bed beside your head, caging you beneath him once again. His thrusts had slowed considerably, but you knew he needed his own release. You could see it in the tension lining his jaw and the desperation in his eyes.

You nipped his jaw affectionately, earning a low chuckle from him. "I want you to cum inside me," you murmured.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest at your words. His pace immediately picked back up, now chasing his own release. "You feel incredible, baby."

You sighed sweetly, fingers touching his tanned skin and tangling in his hair. "So do you."

His moans mixed with pants of your name, and he dug one hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, clinging to you desperately. "I can't get enough of you. So perfect for me."

You moaned softly at his words, loving the praise coming from him. You could tell he was close as his thrusts became more erratic.

You pressed kisses to his jaw and the column of his throat before whispering, "Cum for me, Tyler. Please, baby, I need it."

Tyler groaned loudly, hips stuttering as he spilled his seed deep inside you. He moaned your name against your lips, thrusts slowing to nothing. He kissed your jaw before collapsing on top of you, heavy pants leaving his mouth.

You kissed the top of his head and rubbed your fingers soothingly over his back. You could feel some of the marks you'd left on his skin, a slight embarrassment sinking into you.

"You were incredible," he murmured against your skin. "So much better than I'd imagined...and I've imagined it a lot."

You giggled lightly at his admission. "I might have imagined it once or twice myself."

He lifted his head to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And? Did I meet your expectations?"

"No," you said honestly, a small smile on your face. You saw his smirk fade slightly as you moved closer. "You exceeded them."

The tension in his face eased to a genuine smile. He pressed his lips against yours in a sweet kiss that still managed to make your toes curl.

Tyler slowly lifted himself off you, softening cock sliding out of you along with your mixed spends. You let out a soft whimper, which earned you a sweet smile and a loving kiss.

"I'm coming right back, princess. Just wanna clean up."

You watched him walk away to the bathroom, leaving you to wonder if you should try and get up too. After all, you needed cleaned up just as badly as he did.

He saved you from having to make that decision when he came back moments later with a warm washcloth. Your expression softened considerably when you realized he'd brought it for you.

"What's that face for?" he asked softly.

"Just appreciating how sweet you are."

He smiled. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't think I was just gonna leave you here with this mess." His tone was light, though slightly chastising.

"I've never had someone take care of me after sex," you admitted, a soft blush gracing your cheeks.

Tyler looked surprised as he slowly began to clean you up. "Clearly you've been sleeping with the wrong men."

You chuckled softly, even as you winced from the over-stimulation between your legs. "Looks like I made the right choice this time."

Tyler made sure you were completely clean and dry before responding. "I think we both did."

Your eyes brightened with emotion and you reached for him in a silent plea. He tossed the rag behind him towards the bathroom before crawling back into bed.

He grabbed you firmly, pulling you into his chest. You curled up against him, head resting against the muscle of his pectoral. You felt him brush his fingers down your arm, the movement affectionate and possessive.

You kissed his chest, a small sigh leaving your lips as you settled in. You felt the exhaustion coming to claim you and you could tell by Tyler's even breathing that it was coming for him too.

Tyler felt the tension in your body and his grip on you tightened. "Turn your brain off, princess."

You inhaled sharply before letting out a soft chuckle. "How'd you know?"

"I know you. I can practically hear your brain overthinking," he teased. "Whatever your anxiety says is wrong. I'm in this for the long haul, okay?"

You exhaled heavily as if releasing all those negative thoughts. "I love you, Tyler," you whispered so softly he had to strain to hear.

His heart skipped a beat and a slow smile spread across his face. He nuzzled into your hair, his grip on your soft body tightening. "I love you too, princess."

The soft words of affection were the last you shared before falling asleep in each other's arms.

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The morning light shining in through the windows woke you, a groan of annoyance leaving you as you tried to block out the light.

Tyler's responding grumble sent shivers through your body, making you curl in closer to him. You felt his lips graze your forehead, as he said in a voice heavy with sleep, "Mornin', darlin'."

"Don't wanna," you groused.

Tyler chuckled lightly. "I know baby, but we gotta."

"Five more minutes."

He kissed your forehead again before untangling himself from you. "I'll give you ten. I'm gonna jump in the shower."

You whimpered as his warmth left you, but you quickly rolled over into the spot he'd just vacated. You sighed softly as you curled up, the residual heat from his body warming you.

He chuckled again and thought to himself that he could get used to this--waking up beside you. You looked even more beautiful in the morning light and he found himself excited to tell everyone he came across that you were his. He kissed you one last time before going to shower.

You heard the shower turn on and you debated the merits of joining him. You didn't want to get out of the warm bed, but you also knew you had to. A nice hot shower with the man of your dreams did sound rather enticing.

You groaned as you pulled yourself out of bed on slightly unstable legs. You slowly made your way to the bathroom, slipping in quietly. You could see Tyler's outline behind the glass, his back to you as he reached for his body wash.

You crossed the short distance, opening the shower door and stepping inside. "Mind if I join you?"

Tyler turned to you with a grin. "I'd love it, actually."

You reached a hand out for the body wash and washcloth he held. "Let me."

He smiled and handed them to you, but when you stepped closer, you saw the marks on his biceps--crescent moon shaped scabs. "Oh my god," you gasped. "Did I do that?"

Tyler's eyes followed your line of sight. "It's not a big deal, princess. They're badges of honor, as all marks from you are."

You bit your lip, clearly unconvinced.

"Baby." His voice was stern enough you immediately turned your attention to his face. "I'm okay. I promise."

You relaxed, the clear calm in his expression easing your worry. "Okay."

He grabbed your hips and tugged you towards him, a little smile on his face. "Besides, you've got a nice bite mark on that pretty collarbone of yours...and some finger shaped bruises on these sexy hips."

You looked down to where his fingers grazed your skin and realized he was right. A light blush crept up to your cheeks. "I have to admit...I quite like the idea of you marking me."

Tyler grinned wolfishly. "Now you know how I feel."

You giggled softly, allowing him to press his body more firmly against you, lips seeking yours for a gentle kiss.

When he attempted to deepen the kiss, you gently pushed him back. "We need to actually bathe, remember? The team's expecting us for breakfast soon."

He groaned. "They can wait."

"Tyler!" you yelped when he pulled you back in, pressing a warm kiss to your lips.

You could feel his cock begin to harden against your abdomen, his hands roaming your body like he wanted to memorize it. You sighed softly as he gently messaged your skin, your need for him growing with each passing moment.

"Come on, princess. Let me make you feel good," he begged against your ear, fingers dangerously close to your core.

"Please," you whimpered.

Tyler grinned, nipping at your earlobe, then your pulse point, focusing there as his fingers dipped into your dripping pussy. A soft moan of pleasure left your lips, head tilting back to lean against the cool tiles.

"I'm thinking we might just skip breakfast all together," Tyler murmured.

You laughed breathily, grabbing his face to plant another kiss to his swollen lips. "I think I'm okay with that."

Tyler spent the next 45 minutes making you moan his name as he gave you overwhelming pleasure. He also used up all the hot water in the entire motel, which you discovered when the two of you finally made it out of your room to meet the rest of the team.

"Dude, I had to take a freezing cold shower," Boone was grumbling as you and Tyler walked downstairs.

"Me too!" Dani chimed in. "Someone must have used all the hot water."

A sheepish smile graced your face as you overheard their conversation. Tyler let out a quiet chuckle, hand squeezing yours gently.

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ikkyfics · 2 days ago

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Hii sorry to bother 🥲🫶🏻

But If I can, I'd like to request Dave maybe with an insecure reader that used to be bullied back in school days and stuff.

Please decline or ignore this if you don't feel like writing or simply don't want to! I love your writings they're so comfy and sweet (If that makes sense?)!

Ty and stay safe and healthy !😽😽

I’m here. I’ll always be here

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: "Hey," he called once he was close enough, his voice soft, but full of concern. You stopped, raising your eyes to him, and what Dave saw was enough to make his chest tighten. Your eyes were shining in a way he knew meant tears were close, and there was something fragile about your expression, like a single word could make everything crumble.

Warnings: mention of bullying, anxiety, sensitive content - a bit of well-deserved revenge

A/N: ooh you are so sweet, thank you so much for the nice words. and you certainly don't bother, my dear. I hope you can enjoy it, and please stay safe and healthy too <333

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The day was calm on campus, with students scattered across the lawn and the muffled sound of laughter and conversations in the background. You had just left the library a few minutes ago, balancing the books against your chest as you tried not to think about how busy the campus seemed at that time. You were planning to take a shortcut to the place you knew Dave would be. Just a few more minutes, and the comfort of his presence would dissipate any discomfort you felt.

But then it happened.

It was a quick bump, the kind of thing that could go unnoticed on a normal day. The impact was light, but it made one of your books slip and fall to the ground. You automatically bent down to pick it up, mumbling a hasty apology without even looking at the person.

"Ah, sorry," you started to say, but the voice that responded made the blood freeze in your veins.

"Well, look who’s here."

The voice was sweet, almost musical, but tinged with a note of malice you instantly recognized. That unmistakable tone that made your stomach churn. You slowly lifted your head, as if you could delay the inevitable.

It was her.

The nickname came to your mind before you could process the face in front of you. Sugar. That’s what she was known as, but the nickname never reflected her true nature. She wasn’t sweet. Not really. She was cruel in an almost elegant way, capable of turning insults into something that sounded like a compliment to anyone not paying attention.

Her smile widened when she saw your expression.

"Well, this is unexpected. You, here? Never imagined that... well, you know, that you’d be the type to actually make it somewhere."

Your heart began pounding in your chest. You tried to smile, to act as if it were any other encounter, as if her face wasn’t dragging up memories of every moment you wished you could disappear. You tried to walk past her, to keep going, but her hand lightly touched your arm, just enough to stop your steps.

"What’s the matter? Not even going to say 'hi' to an old friend?"

"I have to go," you murmured, your voice weak, barely audible. But she didn’t step back.

"Oh, don’t be like that! I mean, look at you!" She gestured dramatically, her eyes sliding over you as if she were evaluating a defective piece of art. "You’re so... different. Not that it’s bad, you know? But I can still tell, I guess. The same vibe, that... how can I put it? That insecure little thing. You can feel it from a distance, you know?"

You tried again, took a step back, but she followed the movement, leaning in slightly, like a predator sensing vulnerable prey.

"It’s funny, because I remember you always seemed so... out of place. I mean, I never thought you’d survive high school, let alone get here. It’s like a miracle, don’t you think?"

Her voice seemed to echo louder than it should have, drowning out the sounds of the campus around you. Each word seemed to pierce your mind directly, bringing images, voices, and laughter from the past you tried to bury.

You wanted to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn’t come. The air felt heavy, like the simple act of breathing required effort.

She laughed, a low, almost conspiratorial sound, as if sharing a secret with you. "Oh, don’t get so tense. I’m just joking, you know? That’s what I always liked about you, that... sensitivity. Makes you so easy to hit. Isn’t it fun? You get all nervous, like you’re about to explode any second."

You wanted to run. To escape. But your legs felt glued to the ground, and all you could do was press the books harder against your chest, as if that could create some kind of barrier between you.

"Well, I won’t bother you anymore with your... busy day or whatever you call your routine," she said, finally stepping away, but not without giving one last evaluative glance. "Just thought it was funny seeing you. Almost didn’t recognize you. But, you know, some things never change, huh?"

She walked away then, leaving a trail of expensive perfume and poisonous words in the air. And you stood there, paralyzed, trying to process what had just happened.

The weight of Sugar’s words still seemed to press against your chest as you finally forced your feet to move. The world around you was just a blurred smear of colors and muffled sounds, everything secondary to the echo of the memories crashing in like a violent wave.

The hallways of high school. The judgmental stares. The laughs that always seemed to follow you, even when you didn’t quite know what they were laughing at. The feeling of being small, invisible, and at the same time, far too exposed. It was a whirlwind you thought you’d overcome, but now it was back with full force, as if time had stood still.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep it together. Trying to remind yourself that that was the past, that you weren’t that person anymore. But the memories didn’t let up, and before you knew it, your eyes were misting over.

When you finally spotted Dave, he was standing near one of the campus benches, with Todd and Marty. They were laughing about something, and just seeing him there, in his relaxed and cheerful posture, made the weight on your shoulders lighten a little. Dave was the anchor that kept you steady, but even now, he seemed as distant as the rest of the world.

Dave noticed you before you could get too close, and his smile faded the moment he saw you. Something was wrong. He knew every detail about you — the way you walked, the slight curve of your shoulders when you were distracted, the way your lips curled into a nearly imperceptible smile when something pleased you. But now, each of those traits seemed erased.

Your steps were hesitant, almost staggered, as if you were carrying something far heavier than the books pressed against your chest. Your shoulders were stiff, and the way you avoided looking around said more than words ever could.

"I’ll be right back," Dave murmured to Todd and Marty, but didn’t wait for their response before heading straight toward you. He didn’t need to think, didn’t need to plan. He just knew he had to get to you.

"Hey," he called once he was close enough, his voice soft, but full of concern. You stopped, raising your eyes to him, and what Dave saw was enough to make his chest tighten. Your eyes were shining in a way he knew meant tears were close, and there was something fragile about your expression, like a single word could make everything crumble.

"Hey, what happened?" He took another step forward, reaching for your hand, but you shook your head, gripping the books tighter.

"It’s nothing," you said, your voice low, almost faded. It wasn’t how you normally spoke. It wasn’t you.

"It doesn’t sound like 'nothing,'" Dave replied, his voice firmer now. He put a hand on your shoulder, a light touch, but full of intention. "Please, talk to me. What happened?"

For a moment, you stayed silent, as if deciding what to do. And then, finally, you murmured, "I ran into someone... from high school."

The words hit him hard. Dave knew enough about your past to understand the weight that came with that. He didn’t know all the details — you still couldn’t talk about some things — but he knew enough to feel a quiet anger rise inside him.

"Who?" The question came quickly, almost automatically, before he could stop it. He needed to know.

"It doesn’t matter." Your answer came fast, and you looked away. "I just want to forget."

Dave took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He knew pushing you would only make things worse. But seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so distant from yourself, was unbearable.

"Okay," he said, softening his tone. "Okay. But let me help, at least. Let’s sit, alright? Just for a minute."

You hesitated, but eventually nodded, and Dave wasted no time. He found a bench a little farther away and guided you there. As soon as you sat down, he took one of your hands, interlacing his fingers with yours. It was a simple gesture, but it held so much meaning.

"If you want to talk, I’m here," he said, looking directly at you. "And if you don’t, that’s okay too. But just... let me stay with you now, okay?"

Dave kept his eyes fixed on you, feeling the weight of your silence like a wave about to crash. You were always so good at hiding what you felt, at masking the pain with small smiles or words that deflected attention. But now, there was no shield. It was just you, vulnerable and desperately trying to hold it together, even as everything around you seemed to crumble.

He squeezed your hand lightly, a silent reminder that he was there, that you didn’t have to carry that weight alone. "You don’t have to pretend with me," he said softly, his tone gentle, with no trace of judgment. "I’m here. Just let it happen."

You swallowed hard, your lips trembling as you tried to form a response that wouldn’t come. You didn’t want to break down, not there, not now. But his eyes were so warm, so full of love and understanding, that the knot in your throat became impossible to ignore.

"Dave..." Your voice finally came out, but it was almost a whisper, as fragile as you felt.

He didn’t say anything, just shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to tell you that you didn’t need to speak unless you wanted to. And that was what broke down your defenses. All the effort to keep the tears at bay disappeared, and before you knew it, they were slipping freely down your face.

Dave moved in the same instant, leaning in to wrap you in a tight embrace. It was firm, protective, but in a way that spoke more than words ever could. He wanted you to feel safe, as if nothing and no one could hurt you while he was there.

"Shh... it’s okay," he murmured against the top of your head, his fingers gently brushing your back. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."

You clung to him as if he were the only solid thing in a crumbling world. Sobs came in waves, each one bringing to the surface pieces of the pain you had been repressing for so long. And Dave... he just held you, as if he could carry the weight of it all.

As he held you, Dave felt a silent anger growing in his chest. He rarely thought about the times he wore the Kick-Ass suit— it had been years since he hung up the mask, choosing to leave that chapter behind. But in that moment, he considered going back. Just for one night. Just long enough to find whoever had done this to you and make sure they understood what it felt like to experience fear, shame, and helplessness.

But at the same time, he knew that wouldn’t fix everything. What you needed now wasn’t vengeance. It was comfort. It was knowing that someone was there to hold you in the tough moments.

"You don’t have to carry this alone," he said, his voice still low but filled with conviction. He pulled back just enough to look at you, holding your face with both hands. "I know I can’t erase what happened, but I can help you move forward. We can do this together, okay?"

You looked at him, your eyes still glistening with tears, but there was something different now. A spark of relief, of hope. Dave saw it and felt his chest tighten in a different way—not with anger or sadness, but with love. Because that’s what he felt for you, so intense it sometimes felt impossible to put into words.

He gently wiped away a tear that slid down your cheek with his thumb, offering a small smile full of tenderness. "No matter what happened before, what matters is that now you have someone who isn’t going anywhere. Someone who believes in you."

Dave kept his thumb resting lightly against your cheek as his eyes remained locked on yours. It was as if he was trying to convey everything he felt—every bit of love, security, and certainty that you would never be alone again.

He leaned in a little more, their breaths nearly mingling. Then, with the utmost gentleness, he pressed his lips to your cheek where a tear still glimmered. It was a kiss as soft as a silent promise.

"This is to chase away what’s left of the bad," he said, a small smile, but full of sincerity, appearing at the corner of his lips.

You blinked a few times, surprised by the gesture, and although tears still threatened to fall, a faint smile began to form on your lips.

"You’re impossible, you know?" you murmured, your voice choked but with a hint of affection.

"I prefer ‘irresistible,’" Dave replied, tilting his head slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But I’ll take ‘impossible’ if that makes you smile."

He repeated the gesture, this time kissing another tear that slid slowly down the other side of your cheek. "One more, just to be sure," he added, feigning seriousness, but with a hidden smile in his voice.

A soft laugh escaped your lips, almost timid, as if you weren’t sure it was allowed to feel anything beyond pain in that moment. But to Dave, that sound was everything.

"Ah, there it is," he said, his smile now more evident. "The laugh I was waiting for. That’s what I was talking about."

You shook your head, a little incredulous, but the tension in your body began to ease. There was still a weight there, he could see, but the way your shoulders relaxed just a bit, how your eyes weren’t as watery anymore, made the world feel a little lighter for him too.

"Why do you do this?" you asked, your voice firmer now, but still filled with emotion. "Why do you... look at me like I’m the most important thing in the world?"

Dave shrugged, but his smile was so genuine it almost stole the breath from him. He held your face again with both hands, leaning in until your foreheads almost touched.

"Because you are," he replied simply, without hesitation for even a second.

The weight of those words felt like a comforting hug in your heart. You felt tears welling up again, but this time not from pain, but from relief, from the certainty that you were safe, that you were with someone who saw you exactly as you were—and loved you for it.

Dave chuckled softly at the return of your tears, but he didn’t mind. Instead, he continued his small ritual, kissing yet another tear that threatened to escape. "And this one’s just to remind you of that," he said, his voice as soft as a whisper.

"Dave..." you began, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

"Without ‘but,’ no doubts," he said, looking directly into your eyes. "You’re amazing. And I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you of that, even if you don’t believe it now. Especially if you don’t believe it now."

The smile that formed on your face was different this time. It was more genuine, more complete, and Dave felt his chest fill with warmth he couldn’t describe. To him, seeing you smile that way was like finally breathing after holding his breath for a long time.

He grasped your hands in his, holding them firmly but gently. "So, how about we head home? I’ll make popcorn, you pick the movie, and we’ll turn this day into a good memory. Sound good?"

You nodded slowly, the smile still on your face, and Dave felt that, even if the day had started in a storm, now the sun began to shine again.

A few days had passed since that moment when Dave had hugged you, and although the signs of sadness hadn’t completely disappeared, he could see how things were improving. Time, patience, and care were finally bringing back that version of you he had always admired—a lighter, freer, more you version.

But, like anyone with a good sense of justice running through their veins, Dave felt that something needed to be done. That silent anger still burned in his chest, and the desire to protect you from anything that could hurt you consumed him. So, he came up with an idea—a plan that made him reminisce about the old days.

And, of course, who better to help him with this than Mindy?

"I know I’m retired, but... I need your help with something," Dave said to her, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice. He was more nervous than he’d like to admit.

Mindy looked at him with suspicion, raising an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

"I just need your help finding the people who, well, did some... unpleasant things to my girlfriend. I want to teach them a lesson."

Mindy raised her eyebrows, a look on her face that clearly said ‘seriously?’ and let out an ironic laugh. "You want revenge? Because I’ve got a few things you’ll find pretty interesting."

"No deaths or dismemberment," Dave argued quickly. "Just something that sends a clear message to them. That they should stay away from her. Forever."

Mindy scoffed but couldn’t help smiling. "Fine. But you’re missing out on the chance to create something epic."

With her help, the mission was executed—nothing too flashy, but a clear and direct message, with a very Mindy touch. She was good at making things feel... uncomfortable, but no real harm was done. Dave had no doubt the message had been delivered.

When he finally got to the apartment he shared with you, he was exhausted but satisfied. The mission was complete. He leaned back on the couch with a satisfied smile, a look that mixed exhaustion with an almost childlike happiness.

You entered the room, immediately noticing the gleam in his eyes, the strange smile on his lips, as if he had just conquered something.

"Why are you smiling like that?" you asked, walking towards him. There was something mysterious in his gaze, something you couldn’t quite place. "You look... happier than usual."

Dave stretched out his hand, an even wider smile on his face, and gently pulled you onto his lap, sitting you between his legs. He was visibly excited, almost like a kid who had just discovered something fun, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you warmly. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, but the intensity of the gesture was clear—he was happy, more than usual, and it showed in every movement.

You, still smiling, but now a little more curious, placed your hands on his face, stopping the kiss for a moment. Your eyes met, and the tone of your question was gentle, but with a hint of concern that didn’t go unnoticed.

"Dave..." you began. "What happened? What were you doing?"

"I was just taking care of some things," he replied softly, a smile on his lips.

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its-a-me-dre · 2 days ago

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As a former socially awkward nerdy teenager (a sentence that feels like beating a dead horse but sorry, that's what I was), I disagree.

There's more reasons to like found family than "My real family sucks, I wish I had another one", personally, I'm absolutely enamored with seeing people not related by blood develop such a close bond, those moments of camaraderie and understanding, the freedom to be yourself without the fear of being cast out. It's the best parts of a blood family and a friend group together, who WOULDN'T want that?

Another factor is Marcy being an only child.

As an only child, I always longed for MORE. Especially in your teens, mom and dad will never be enough, that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with them but having a more fulfilling social circle that allows you more time away from the family nest is an essential part of development.

Now take all this and add the resentment Marcy feels at moving away and losing her only friends, knowing she might not be able to make new ones. Anyone would be afraid of being alone in that situation, good parents or not, because that's what being a teenager is, you're growing into your own person with your own fears, anxieties, doubts, everything and your parents, no matter how good or bad, are almost completely powerless to do anything about it because of that, because so much of your life is now completely outside what they can influence.

TL;DR "Marcy has bad parents" might not necessarily be true and I just found out I relate to this cartoon character more than anybody should.

"I love the found family trope!" - Marcy in 'Marcy at the Gates'

#dre rambles #dre whines #amphibia #marcy wu #marcy regina wu #Marcy Wu's parents #marcy's journal #amphibia spoilers

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the-broken-pen · 2 days ago

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Hi! I just watched Mulan and I think it was AMAZING (which inspired me to send this ask) and I love your writings too! If youre not too busy, can you write a male villain x female hero who disguises as a man but one day in their fight, the villain finds out! You can continue how you'd like the next part to be

Thank u, have a nice day <3

“Well,” the villain said, swallowing hard. “This certainly makes things regarding my sexuality a bit more confusing.”

Out of all the things she had expected him to say, it certainly hadn’t been that.

She dropped her hands down from where they had been protecting her face.

“I’m sorry?”

The villain waved a hand at her, brow furrowing.

“Yeah, you know, this complicates some stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Stuff,” the villain agreed.

She rubbed a hand over her brow.

“So you’re not…mad?”

At first, it had been an accident. She had been undercover, and her disguise had apparently been better than she thought, because the villain had taken one look at her and decided she was a guy. Which she didn’t have a problem with. It for sure made her worry less about her secret identity. But at some point it had been too long for her to correct the villain, so he called her a him and she did her best to drop her voice an octave and failed so spectacularly she was surprised that hadn’t tipped him off in the first place.

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know,” she said, voice wavering. “I’ve been lying to you? Apparently, this is causing a major upheaval in your understanding of your identity? There’s a lot of reasons!”

“Would you…” his brow furrowed. “Like me to be mad at you? Because I can do that if that’s something you need to get through this situation. I’ve been told I’m a good actor. Tree number four in my school play when I was six and all that. Talent you can’t teach, you know?”

She stared, slightly dumbfounded, because this was not what she had expected. This wasn’t even in the same realm, same dimension, as anything she had expected.

“You are being remarkably chill about this.”

The villain laughed, then gestured to himself.

“Oh, no. There’s a fair bit of internalized screaming going on at the moment. Like. Quite a lot to be honest.”

“Screaming,” she said faintly, and he nodded.

“Yeah, loads of it. Which is not your fault at all,” he blurted out, like he truly was incredibly worried about her taking it the wrong way. “I’m just. Grappling with the fact that I don’t like you any less as a woman than when I did when you were—well, when I thought you were—“ he amended, “a man.”

“Oh,” she said intelligently.

And if they were being honest in this acid trip of a conversation, she had a fair bit of internal screaming going on too.

He just stared at her with something like awe. “You’re just. So pretty. Like even as a guy you were pretty. You really can pull off masculinity. Or like. Androgyny. Just for future reference if you’re wondering. Just like. Damn.”

She furrowed her brow.

“Should I be feeling objectified right now?”

“I mean, I don’t think so, but I’m not really the one who should be telling you how you feel.”

He had a fair point with that.

“Okay,” she made a gesture that could have been interpreted as ‘spooked feral raccoon please don’t bite me’ but was mostly just to stop anything else from tumbling out of his mouth. “Can we just run this back before you say more stupid things in an effort to keep all your,” she gave him a dry look. “Internal screaming internalized?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Go for it.”

She sighed. “You liked me as a guy. Apparently quite a bit. And now you know I’m a woman—which by the way, sorry for not telling you, that’s my bad—and you still like me quite a bit. And that’s…helping you discover some things about yourself?”

He thought for a second.

“Pretty much hit the nail on the head, I think.”

“Okay,” she managed. “Okay. In all of my bouts of anxiety surrounding this, this was never any of the scenarios my brain conjured. I’m not even sure the chemicals in my brain would have come up with this. They certainly don’t know how to handle it.”

He frowned, and it was too reminiscent of a kicked puppy for her to look at it for too long. Or directly at it, for that matter.

“What did you think would happen?”

“Murder,” she replied. “Like, an immediate attempt on my life. Very gruesome.”

His eyes snapped to meet hers, filled with so much immediate, panicked concern that she almost choked on it.

“I literally bought you a sandwich last week.”

“And you also threw me into a wall. Lots of mixed signals there so I feel justified in my own insane scenarios.”

“Ok but like. The wall throwing was in a nefarious way.”

“And the sandwich wasn’t?”

“It could have been poisoned. You don’t know. I’m nefarious like that.”

“You’re overusing that word—“

“You ate a potentially poisoned sandwich without thinking about it, which I think we should talk about—“

“It had the good cheese on it, did you think I would turn that down? That stuff is expensive—“

“It’s like seven dollars from Fred Meyer. What cheese are you eating—“

She slapped a hand over his mouth, and his eyes widened to something almost comical.

She was surprised.

He was surprised.

The universe itself was probably surprised.

“We are getting very off topic.”

He nodded behind her hand, but made no move to contribute further to the conversation. Which again. Was probably for the best.

“So.” She glanced over his face. “You like me.”

He paused. Then nodded once.

She blew out a breath. “Okay. Alright. Well, that complicates things for me. I did not calculate for this—“

He snatched her hand from his mouth, but his grip stayed gentle.

“Wait. Did you think I wouldn’t like you if I knew you were a girl.”

She swallowed. Hard.

“Ok. Well. We can very gladly put that fear to bed.”

She nodded once, and he returned her hand back over his mouth.

She snatched it back before he did something stupid. Like lick her.

She wouldn’t put it past him.

The silence between them was awkward in a way it never had been.

She kicked at a rock.

“So,” she said.

“So.”

“Haven’t they made a movie about this kind of thing before?”

She shrugged one shoulder.

“What haven’t they made a movie about?”

“Dogs that play basketball.”

“No, I think they got that one.”

His eyes lit up. “Will you—“

“I will not watch it with you,” she said sternly. “I don’t do well with CGI dogs.”

He deflated, morose.

She sighed.

“So gender doesn’t bother you then.”

“I’m beginning to realize gender is a construct,” he said slowly. He stopped for a second. “Unless you like gender! Then it’s very real. I am supportive of Schrödinger’s gender.”

She squinted at him.

“I fear they should have studied you.”

“They did. Didn’t figure anything out though.”

It startled a laugh out of her, and he grinned like it was the best thing in the world.

“You’re not going to go easy on me because I’m a woman, right?”

He looked insulted.

“If I go easy on you, it’s because I’m in love with you,” he corrected. “But then it’s not really fun if there isn’t the underlying threat of serious bodily harm, so unfortunately you’re going to have to deal with more fighting,” he said, very seriously.

She bit her lip to stop the next laugh.

“Oh darn.”

“I know,” he agreed, and she could hear the amusement on his tongue. “What a bummer.”

“Not exactly the word I would have used, but—“

“I know. You use all the serious words in correct circumstances, and I use all the stupid ones at the right times and the smart ones at the wrong ones.”

“I mean. At least you’re aware.”

“At least I’m aware!” He said it proudly.

He looked at her with a sort of extreme fondness she had never been on the receiving end of.

In the distance, something exploded.

She jerked around to look at it, then whirled back to him.

“I should,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder, and he merely stepped back.

“Off you go,” he said, sweeping his arms out like a butler welcoming her into their house.

“You’re not worried I won’t come back?”

He grinned, a boyish thing.

“Oh, you always come back to me.”

She flushed bright red, then took off over the tops of the buildings.

He was right, though.

She always, always, came back.

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ttjisung · 1 day ago

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back 2 u 𝜗𝜚

p. jisung x fem!reader smau - exes to lovers

in which jisung does his best to avoid you, his ex, until he realizes his mistake far too late cw: suggestive themes, bad angst, cheating, swearing

i'm not going back, back, back, back, back

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chapter vxii. (wc: 1.6k)

It had been a couple of days since Jisung had to cancel his dinner reservation for you both, and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but as he called to let the host know, he had to hold in his tears.

Everyday he struggled holding back from messaging you again – you made it clear that you’d prefer not to talk, but the clock was ticking and soon enough the confrontation that your friend group planned would take place. Jisung felt as though he needed to act quickly, and maybe you’d reward his regret with your attention. After the reunion in Yangyang and Dejun’s apartment, he drove straight to his apartment and began to watch rom-coms, holding a comically large notebook and pen to take notes. What he hadn’t expected, ranging from 10 Things I Hate About You to She’s All That, was the realization that if he was you, he wouldn’t forgive himself either. All of the male love interests were assholes, and had he not cried previously, he’s sure he would’ve once more knowing he was the asshole in your story.

“You really need to stop checking those messages, Ji.” Renjun’s concerned voice rang out as he glanced over his friend’s shoulder, realizing he was once again reading the previous messages he sent to you, and moping around. Dodging the side eye Donghyuck sent Jisung’s way, he slipped his phone away, changing the topic. “Do you think he’s plotting on her right now?” The shrug his friends gave him only worsened the pit in his stomach that dropped as he imagined Jaemin and you together.

Jisung had to admit – he wasn’t blind. He had always known about Jaemin’s attraction to you, but it never raised any red flags. I mean, the younger of the two had fallen for you at first sight, it was no wonder that others wanted you too. What he didn’t know was how far the male was willing to go to steal you away from him.

Sleeping that night was hard for Jisung, not knowing that you were in his exact same predicament.

If you were being truthwell as well, you’d confess your darkest secret – a part of you had already forgiven Jisung. You noticed this part of you earlier, when Yangyang had to embarrassingly steal your own phone from you after you tried to call him, two bottles of Soju deep. Feeling motivated, you decided you’d walk to his apartment instead to talk. Dejun quickly locked the door and led you back to the living room.

“Okay so… Okay… Think about it, okay?” Your words were slurred as you leaned on Yangyang’s shoulder for support. He nodded his head, prompting you to continue your drunk ramble. “Okay… He like… If I was him and I got told he cheated on me by one of you, like… Like I’d be sad too a bit I think. Cause you’re my bffs, and I trust you as much as him… So, I have decided to forgive-""Shut up, will you?” His voice quickly cut you off, and your eyes nearly missed the way he rolled his.

It was as if an emotional alter ego possessed you every time you’d drink, mourning and crying about your relationship. Your friends simply hoped you wouldn’t remember when you were sober, because you’d either text him back with no one holding you back, or bash your head in from embarrassment. They didn’t know which one was worse. Unbeknownst to both, you remembered regardless, and it only added to the anxiety in your chest.

Before any of you knew it, it was Tuesday. The carefully crafted plan would take place tomorrow, and although you acted nonchalant when it was mentioned previously, you were more nervous than you cared to let off. You weren’t exactly sure why, considering you had barely interacted with the male before, and there was no true consequence for you. If you looked into it, though, you’d probably see the true cause of your anxiety – after this was finished, what would that mean for you and Jisung?

You were upset with him, of course, but having barely experienced the pain of your break up weeks before, there was still a part of you that missed him. That being said, you couldn’t find it in yourself to contact him, or make the first move. He was the one that messed up, and it felt embarrassing to be the first to cave.

As your bad luck had predicted, you were unknowingly forced into a difficult confrontation as the bell dinged in your favorite cafe, meaning someone else had stepped into the small building. Although the place essentially empty, you continued to read the book you had brought, not exactly being shocked by another person’s presence. What did shock you was when the voice spoke out, calling your name. “Y/n?”

Your eyes widened at the familiar deep tone, shrinking into yourself as you edged away from Jisung, who was staring at you with wide eyes and weirdly red cheeks. All you managed to let out in response was a small “Umm… Hi.” “Hi… Can I… Can I sit with you?” “You haven’t even ordered yet.” His blush grew deeper as he realized you were right, he hadn’t. Quickly rushing to the counter and buying an already packaged coffee from the refrigerator next to him, he awkwardly shuffled back to your table - the only one being used. “I got something,” You nodded at him, still tense from the shock of seeing him, and he lifted a hand to cover the bottom half of his face in shame, “So, umm. Can I sit here now? Please.” You weren’t used to seeing him so flustered. Although he hadn’t ever been an introvert particularly, he never acted this way with you.

You were panicking mentally, not knowing whether you should say yes or no. You feared if you said yes, he’d try to bargain with you about your relationship - a conversation you weren’t ready to have - yet if you were to decline, it would add ten pounds to the preexisting weight on your shoulders, making it more difficult to see him tomorrow.

Painfully long seconds passed as you debated your two options, and as the time went by, Jisung’s face grew more and more pleading. Shifting so that he’d be closer to the chair facing yours, he took his shaky hand off his face and placed it on the back of the piece of furniture, in deluded hopes that it’d convince you to accept his request sooner. Not thanks to his weird tactic, but instead your sympathy, you nodded.

Not wasting any time, and partially out of fear that you'd change your mind if he took too long, he rushed to sit down, leaving his drink on the table and staring at you intensely. “Ummm… I forgot that you knew about this place too. I’m– I’m sorry if I’m like, intruding.” He wasn’t sorry at all. If he was sorry, he wouldn’t have approached you like this, but you decided to simply blink twice and nod your head in acknowledgement. “It’s fine. I don’t mind seeing you in public, Jisung. We’re not enemies.” Although you had positive intentions with your words, wanting to ease the tension from his apology, he frowned deeply at what you said – the implication that you were closer to enemies than lovers left him feeling unsettled.

You chose not to read into his facial expression, taking a sip of your drink and looking out the window instead. “How… How have you been?” The words sounded like they were painful coming from Jisung’s mouth, yet you appreciated how he changed the topic, because you did not wish for another uncomfortable conversation with him.

“I’ve been… Fine. How about you?” “Well, I– me too. I’ve just been thinking about things, you know?” You hummed in agreement, not wanting to dive further into the things he’d been thinking of. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” Somehow, this new topic made you wish for the old one to return, but you refused to let your act slip so you just shrugged. “I guess so. Regardless of what happens, I don’t really know Jaemin so it’ll be fine.” Jisung nodded at your reply, eternally grateful that you were clearly disinterested in the male. “If you want, I could give you a ride?” The small laugh that you unwillingly let out had his heart swelling, and he swore his body warmed up at the sound. “Did you forget it’s at my place?” Jisung moved to cover his face once more, knowing he just made a fool out of himself. “I might’ve…” The way your eyes slightly crinkled had his mirroring you. You were somewhat enjoying the conversation if your laugh was proof, which meant you might reciprocate other actions. He took his hand off his face, placing it on the table boldly near yours – not enough to touch, but enough to send a message.

For a second, you let it happen. It felt so natural that it’d be wrong to pull away, yet your brain replaced your heart, choosing to move your hands. The fact that you let yourself slip and laugh along with him was bad enough to create another problem in your head, and it had your mind reeling. “I… I have to go now, take care.” Almost like a gust of wind, you were gone before Jisung could even look up and beg you to stay and talk.

Although the evening hadn't necessarily ended well, Jisung walked back to his apartment with several mixed thoughts in his head, hope renewing at the memory of your laugh. He kept reminding himself that he was closer than he had been before, and the idea of his progress with you lulled him to sleep.

a/n: hai guys... i know... i lied and took way longer than expected... my little excuse is that i got a new phone and it's so hard to replicate all of the smau profiles on every fake app to my new one <3 and i fear i've been so unmotivated to write lately tbh. but a hit off the penjamin has inspired me like nothing before so i'll figure it out :3 new deep ocean update coming soon as well. and my new jungwoo fic ^_^

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lonely-ey3s · 3 days ago

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With All My Love (joel miller x f!reader, no outbreak) Chpt 6

Chapter 6: With All My Love

Word count: 15.9k

Chapter Summary: After being medically discharged and promoted, you are finally going home and can’t wait to tell Joel. What you don’t know is Joel has an elaborate plan for your arrival and when it happens and you are finally with him, you fall even further in love with him as he does with you.

Chapter warnings: anxiety, mentions of combat/war, mentions of injuries, language, SMUT (18+ only, MDNI), fluff fluff and more fluff, use of Y/N, mentions of deaths, if I missed anything, please let me know!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

A/N: this one is what we've all been waiting for, i'm so in love with these two, please enjoy and comment with your favorite part below ❣️

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Joel’s POV

Tommy had told him that Maria was coming back home due to her injury and that he was taking a trip to NC to visit her. As much as he was happy for his brother and Maria to be back home safe, he wished deep down you were coming with her. He began to think how you might be dealing with the change and he didn’t even think that besides Reggie, you would be all alone.

He was making dinner for himself and Sarah when she came downstairs and sat at the table, “You doin’ ok Dad?” she could see he was lost in thought.

Joel looked up as he was stirring some red sauce in a saucepan and hummed, not hearing what she said.

Sarah smiled softly, “What’s goin’ on in that head yours? Y/N is back, she’s safe, right?”

Joel nodded and smiled softly to himself, “Yes, she’s back, and I’m very happy that she’s safe. I just…”

“You wish she was coming home with Maria.” Sarah took the words right out of his mouth.

He nodded and shrugged, “Is that bad of me to want? I feel selfish for it.”

Sarah shook her head and stood up from the table, coming to sit by her dad on the counter to offer him more comfort, “I don’t think it’s wrong for you to want the person you can’t have in your life right now to be here. If I’m being honest, I think that’s the most selfish thing you’ve wanted for a while, Dad. You aren’t one to put yourself and your wants first.”

Joel let out a soft chuckle, “That’s not true… I do stuff for myself.” he raised his eyebrow at her.

Sarah deadpanned him, “Name three times this week…”

Joel stuttered and racked his brain, then sighed, “Fine… but that doesn’t mean I don’t do stuff for myself. I… I watch football every Sunday, and I sometimes go out for a drink when you’re with friends.” he looked over at Sarah, trying to reason with her.

“When’s the last time you’ve wanted somethin’ and got it?” she asked seriously.

Joel bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged, “I’m not sure…” he looked back at the sauce, “But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy. You make me happy baby girl…” he looked at her, worried he said something wrong.

Sarah smiled softly at him, “Dad, you never have to remind me of that. I know I do.”

Joel smiled softly at her and then held the spoon up for her, “Here, taste test…”

She tasted it and thought for a second, “Needs more hot sauce and just a tad more salt.” she smiled at him.

He did as she said.

“When Y/N gets to come home, will she come live with us?” she asked.

Joel stopped stirring and looked at her, “What do you mean?” he questioned.

“Well… doesn’t she want to come be with you? I mean Maria is moving to live with Uncle Tommy after she settles in, doesn’t Y/N want that with you and me?” she said softly.

Joel moved the sauce off the heat and turned his full attention to Sarah, “What would your thoughts be if I did ask her to live with us?” he looked at her in her eyes.

“I want her to live here! I… I want her to be our family.” she admitted, “She makes you so happy and you’ve changed since you met her… you’ve taken care of yourself more. You work less… I see you more now that she’s with you, and I mean that in a way she’s brought you back out of your shell. You were in one for so long after mom left us.” She looked down at her hands, “You are brighter, you smile more, you just… she helps you feel more yourself I feel like.” she looked at her dad, “Plus, I want a mom… or stepmom… person… thing…” she giggled.

Joel chuckled and then put his hand on her cheek and smiled at her, “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

She shrugged, “I’m good at hiding my feelings… I wonder who I get that from?” she teased.

He chuckled lightly and then kissed her head before going back to the sauce, “If I’m being honest I’ve not asked her to move in with us yet. Not because I don’t want her to, I just, it’s hard to look forward to something that you have no idea when it’ll happen… you know?”

Sarah nodded, “Yeah, I think that’s the hardest thing is we don’t know when she’ll get to come back. Does she have any family like Maria she’d go back to?” she questioned.

Joel shook his head, “Her parents passed a while ago, and she was an only child.” he moved to prepare a salad he was making over on the island.

“So, before the army, she was just all alone?” she followed and helped him put things in the salad to toss.

Joel shook his head, “No, she uh… she was with another man for a while, but he was someone that hurt her… she left him… she joined to escape him.” he said sadly.

Sarah looked at him, shocked, “She was abused?” pausing what she was doing.

Joel nodded, “I only know a little bit but I know he hurt her, and that she ran away from him because she wasn’t able to get help from the authorities, I guess her ex had friends in high places.” he scoffed.

Sarah nodded, “That’s sad. I’m sorry she had that happen to her.” she put some croutons in the salad.

“Me too baby girl.” he chopped some red onion to put in as well.

“Dad?” she started to grate some cheese next to him.

Joel hummed to acknowledge her.

“When she does come home, can we have a barbeque for her? I want her to meet all my friends…” she smiled at him.

He smiled and nodded, “Of course baby girl. We will throw a huge barbeque for her.” he nudged her playfully with his elbow softly, chuckling, she giggled and nudged him back.

Reader’s POV

You walked out of that office in what you swore was slow motion. It hit you a little too hard.

You’re going home.

You looked down at the envelope in front of you and opened it in the middle of the hallway, reading through it. It said the same thing that was told to you inside and gave you a boarding pass and flying instructions for back to North Carolina. You looked up and smiled, “I’m going home.”

You ran out of the office towards Maria, looking like a bat out of hell, “Maria! Maria!” you shouted, smiling ear to ear.

She was standing, getting her daily steps in around the tent. She looked up and saw you running, “What? What happened?” she knitted her eyebrows together.

You ran up to her and hugged her, picking her up, giggling.

She laughed but winced, “Stitches, honey, stitches!” she giggled.

“Oh shit, sorry…” you softly set her down and smiled.

She looked at you, then saw your patch on your arm, gasping “You’re kidding me!?” she squealed and grabbed your arms and then did mini jumps in the air but then stopped “Shit sorry…” She then stood to attention and saluted you.

You chuckled, “No, no none of that, you’re at ease- forever.” you waved your hands at her.

She looked at you and smiled brightly, “I’m so happy for you, that’s great!”

You smiled and held up the envelope slowly in front of your face, giggling.

She grabbed it and started reading it. She then looked up at you and teared up, “You’re coming home…”

You nodded, smiling softly, tearing up, “I’m going home.” you let out a small laugh.

“What… wait, have you told Joel?” she questioned.

You shook your head, “No, I just got out of the meeting. I… I kind of don’t know what to say.” you chuckled, looking back down at the letter.

“You tell him you’re coming home, duh!” she smiled and nudged you.

You smiled at the letter and then looked up at her, “We’re going home…” You then moved the letter to lay on her bed and pulled her into a gentle hug.

After helping Maria pack up her things since she needed some help lifting things and had an early morning, you messaged Joel around 7 am his time:

‘Hey cowboy, can you talk? ❣️’

It was a work morning so you weren’t sure if you caught him before he went to work.

You left your laptop open while you started to gather your things, eager to pack. When you heard the call ring from Skype.

You rushed over to your laptop and grabbed it, taking it over to your bed, pushing answer.

“Hey darlin’, how’s your day goin’?’ Joel asked as he smiled brightly, he was running around the kitchen, and he looked like perhaps was late for work.

You chuckled, “You running late baby?”

He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee, starting to put on his belt, pulling his shirt up to see, “Just a little… what’s up? Everything ok?”

You smiled and started giggling, “I’m coming home, Joel.”

He had his shirt tucked under his chin while he was doing up his belt, he looked up at you and stopped everything he was doing, in shock.

You chuckled at his reaction, smiling uncontrollably, nodding at him, letting him absorb and process the news.

He dropped his shirt from his chin and immediately tears filled his eyes, he smiled, “Tell me you’re bein’ serious. Like, ‘pinch me I’m not dreamin’ serious’?” he came closer to the camera, his brown eyes brightly looking at you.

You smiled brightly and teared up, holding out your arm and pinching yourself, “Pinch me I’m not dreamin’ serious cowboy!” you giggled.

He chuckled which then turned into a belly laugh then he started jumping up in the air, “You’re comin’ home!”

You giggled before putting the laptop down on the bed and began jumping in the air with him, “I’m coming home!”

You both stopped jumping and laughed together for a few more seconds before you came back to sit on the bed.

“So when is this happening? Are you coming back home with Maria?” Joel started to get anxious, that was less than 48 hours, and he would have so much to do.

You shook your head, “No, she’s coming back with the Specialists and trainees.”

Joel raised his eyebrow, “Isn’t that your rank too baby?” he was confused.

You grinned and shook your head slowly.

“You got promoted?!” Joel almost shouted.

You chuckled and leaned back, hitting your head on a bar above you, “Ow fuck!” you laughed holding your head, and Joel did as well.

You leaned back forward and smiled, “I am officially Sergeant Y/N of the United States Army.” you blushed.

“Darlin’ that��s amazing, I’m so proud of you. So, wait, when do you come back?” he sat down at the table, taking the laptop with him.

“I leave here in 3 days, so I’ll be in North Carolina on the…” you looked at your boarding pass, “17th at 3:50 pm.” you smiled. “I uh… I was thinkin’, could I grab my car and then come to Austin?”

He was just about to protest and tell you he would meet you at the airport when he held his tongue. He would surprise you, especially now that he has your arrival information.

“Yeah, that’d be perfect baby.” he smiled and his mind started racing, thinking of everything he needed to do, things he needed to book, everything that he wanted to get ready for you.

You smiled softly, “I’m so excited to be with you.” you chuckled happily.

“You have no idea how excited I am to be with you darlin’...” he looked at you lovingly.

You took a breath, “Ok you’re late for work, we will have plenty of time together soon.” you wiped some tears that came down your cheeks, smiling.

“I love you...” Joel said, still looking at you lovingly, his world was finally going to have you right where you belonged, with him and Sarah.

“I love you, cowboy…” you smiled and bit your lip.

He smiled and then went back to doing his belt, “I’ll try to give you a call later tonight, we can iron out the details, ok?” he looked up at you.

You nodded, “Hey honey?”

“Yeah sweetheart?” he came closer to the camera, big brown eyes looking at you like a puppy dog.

You giggled, “Um… your shirt, it’s on backward and inside out my love…” You pointed and hid your smile behind your hand.

He looked down and took it off, “Is it? Damn it…”

His body was beautiful, shoulders broad, his skin blessed by a sun-kissed tan, and his biceps flexed when he pulled it up to look at it closer.

You grinned, “Maybe I was wrong, sorry baby.” you bit your lip.

Joel looked at you and his eyes went dark with lust, “Oh darlin’, you’re a naughty girl.” he chuckled lowly and put his shirt back on.

“What can I say? I wanted a sneak peek and I’m usin’ all my get outta jail free cards while I still have ‘em!” you giggled.

He grinned, “I’ll remember that one… and we’ll call it payback…”

You bit your lip and looked down shyly, “Get to work handsome… I’ll talk to you later.” you looked up at him smiling softly.

He kissed his fingers and touched the camera, “I love you, I’ll talk to you later darlin’...”

You did the same, “I love you, have a good day!”

He smiled and then the call ended.

You sat there, and thought, ‘How the hell am I going to wait 3 days!?’

Joel planned everything out to the T. He booked a flight to Columbia Metropolitan Airport for himself to arrive 2 hours before you would get there and then booked a flight back to Austin for you and him.

He also went out and went shopping with Sarah for some clothes for you, he knew you wouldn’t have anything but your army gear when you got to his place, so Sarah helped him pick out some jeans, shirts, pajamas, and relaxing clothes for you. He also found a few sun dresses for you and then called Tommy when Maria landed and asked her what skin and hair care products you used and went out and got them for you so you would have everything he could think of when you got to his place. He put your clothes in a drawer or his closet and then lined up everything for you in the bathroom. He even got you a new toothbrush and had it next to his.

Additionally, he sent out an invite to have a barbeque at his place that following Saturday and had Sarah make a list of everything he would need to get from the market when he got back with you from the airport the next day.

Sarah helped him shop for a few new outfits for himself as she said all he had was work clothes and he needed something new for the airport and date nights. For the airport, she found him a nice jean jacket and T-shirt he liked, along with some nice new jeans, and said to wear his nice boots with it all. He felt he would be overdressed for the airport, but he felt good about himself in the mirror at the department store. On top of that, he wanted to look his best for you.

She also convinced him to go get his hair trimmed and styled. She knew he wanted to look his best, he just needed some help knowing what to do as it had been forever since he felt like this.

On the day of your flight, he heard from you when you left the base. You told him you would call him from a payphone when you got to the States, which would be a layover in Newark around 7 am his time.

That morning, when he heard his phone ring on his nightstand, he rolled over, seeing an unfamiliar number, he instantly woke up knowing it was you, that was his alarm clock.

“Hello? Darlin’?” he said with sleep in his voice.

You giggled, “Morning sleepy head!”

He chuckled, “Hey baby, you in the States?”

“I am, I just landed and went through customs.” you smiled hearing his voice.

“How was your first two flights?” he asked starting to get out of bed.

You chuckled, “I’ll take anything over the flight I came over on.”

He chuckled lightly, “Oh, I bet. I forgot you didn’t go over commercially…”

“Yeah, worst flight ever. This one, the one from Dubai, I got a pillow and a single breath mint… I’ve never felt so special!” you joked.

“Wow, aren’t you just so spoiled!” he smiled through the phone.

“I got some sleep though, which was nice. But then when I woke up, I was sat by this older lady who kept thankin’ me for my service, which got a little overwhelming. You can only say you’re welcome so many times…” you chuckled.

He chuckled and nodded, “I agree.”

He heard someone behind you say ‘Thank you for your service’ and he let out a laugh. You said, ‘My pleasure’ to them and then chuckled, “Joel I can’t wait til I am out of an airport, they all keep staring at me.” you giggled.

He chuckled softly, “They mean well baby… if I didn’t know you, I’d be doin’ the same thing.”

“Yeah but you’re cute, there’s a difference…” you teased.

He bit his lip, “So if I asked you out, you’d be ok with that?”

You blushed, “Cowboy if you just so much as looked my way, I’d die a happy woman.” you giggled shyly.

He grinned, “I feel the same way when you look at me sweetheart, I’m a lucky man.”

You sighed and then heard an announcement over the intercom, “Shoot that’s me. I gotta make it to my gate. I’ll call you when I land in South Carolina ok?”

He smiled and nodded happily, thinking of his plan, “Ok baby. I love you. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“I love you too. Have a good rest of your morning cowboy.”

Joel got up and got in the shower and then started getting ready. He needed to be at the airport in a few hours. After his shower, his nerves were everywhere. He scrambled around the house making sure everything looked good and even went to the car wash to vacuum and clean his truck before heading to the airport. He was stressed, but he couldn’t wait, he was so excited to see you.

He flew from Austin to South Carolina and then ran around the airport to find a local flower shop before you landed.

Around 3:30 pm he started to feel it sink in. He watched the arrivals and departures board like a hawk and saw that your flight was going to land a few minutes late. He saw which gate you were coming from and ran there to wait where family and friends could pick up their loved ones. He looked around and found he was in a swarm of people, all with signs and banners for their soldiers returning home like you. He knew would need to do something to make himself stand out so he could see you to get your attention.

He felt overwhelmed and his heart started to pound, his breathing became fast and he felt lightheaded. He took a second and took a deep breath through his nose, and then out through his mouth, like Maria taught him on that Skype call they had.

He felt his anxiety start to melt when he heard, “Flight 235 from Washington DC, now landing” over the intercom. He smiled and then shook out his hands and then stood in an area where he could see the escalator you’d come down perfectly.

He felt like it was an eternity he waited before he felt his phone buzz, he looked down at it and put it back in his pocket. He wanted the first time he heard your voice to be when you were in his arms.

He also knew if you knew his plan, you’d probably feel the same way and forgive him for ignoring your call.

A moment later he had a voicemail, he pushed to listen to it, holding it up to his ear, “Hey cowboy it's me, I arrived in South Carolina safely. You must be away from your phone or busy, I know you have that big project goin’ on at work…” he smiled and teared up, you remembered the smallest parts about his day, he loved how you loved and saw him. “...Anyway, I’ll try calling you again later, I’m going to grab something to eat, I’m starving, they didn’t have any snacks on the plane…” Someone in the background said ‘Thank you for your service’, you covered the phone a little and said ‘You're welcome’. “Where was I? Oh snacks, what plane doesn’t have snacks? A crime, right?” he heard you giggle and he chuckled and kept his eyes on the escalator, “Anyways, I’ll call you when I grab a hotel or am by another pay phone. I love you. Bye!”

He saw 3 army personnel come down the escalator so he quickly put his phone in his pocket and then straightened himself up, huffing his breath into his palm to check his breath didn’t stink, and then he bounced anxiously on his toes, his excitement at an all-time high.

He was holding a bouquet he made himself at a little flower shop downstairs. A mix of white flowers, some sprigs of lavender, and lots of greenery. All were things he remembered you mentioning, here and there, white flowers were your favorite, didn’t matter the type, your favorite color was green, and loved the smell of lavender. These were small things, but he knew they meant so much to you when he remembered them.

Family and friends started cheering and crying around him when their loved ones came to greet them, and more and more military personnel kept coming down. He kept his eyes fixed on the escalator and then there you were, his heart slammed against his ribs, his hands became clammy and he had never felt the amount of butterflies that just erupted in his stomach until now.

You had your sleeves rolled up a little, your hair up in the traditional bun, and were wearing the army traditional hat with your army attire, you had your bag in one hand, a backpack on your back, and then were also holding onto a bright pink suitcase by your left side.

His heart started pounding excitedly, and he smiled widely, waiting for you to look his way. As you rode down you were talking to a little kid while his mom held him behind you, you were making faces at him, making him giggle loudly. Joel smiled and watched lovingly, he knew he wanted to have a family with you one day. You’d be a great mom and he loved thinking of you carrying his child, it made his heart soar thinking about that in his future now that you were home.

As you got to the bottom you hopped off dramatically to make the kid laugh again and your smile was so bright, his heart almost burst at the sight. You then helped the mother with her suitcase that you were holding by you as you rode down before she thanked you for your help and service and walked the other way. You grabbed your bag from the floor and started walking towards the exit, trying to get out of this crowded area. You were walking on the other side of the waiting area that Joel was on.

Joel watched you, “Shoot, there’s too many people” so he shouted, “Y/N!” realizing you weren’t going to see him.

You stopped and looked around, frantically looking around, “Joel?” you said to yourself then you saw him and he saw you.

You both smiled at each other at the same time and you let out a chuckle, breathing excitedly as you started to walk towards him then started to walk faster wanting to get to him quickly.

He did the same and started walking towards you, maneuvering through crowds of people, keeping eye contact with you, you both had tears in your eyes and were smiling brightly.

As soon as he was close enough, you dropped your bag and took off your backpack, and then walked a few more steps towards him. He chuckled as he grabbed you by the waist with his free hand, pulled you close to him, picking you up, spinning you around in his arms.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders loosely giggling then as he set you down slowly and softly, you both kept eye contact. “I… what are you doing here?” you looked at him lovingly and touched his cheek gently, making sure this was real, tears spilling down your face, chuckling happily.

He leaned against your hand softly, eyes full of so much emotion, and smiled, “I came to surprise you but also, you ain’t drivin’ 15 hours my love… not on my watch.” he chuckled lightly and then looked into eyes and then at your lips, and his breathing became quick and excited, he lightly licked his lips and swallowed, “But also… I couldn’t wait a whole other day to do this…” he gently put his hand on your cheek and stroked it with his thumb softly before he leaned in slowly. He brushed his nose against yours, smiling lovingly before you both leaned into each other and closed your eyes, connecting your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. You kept your hand on his cheek for a moment and then moved it slowly to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer and to keep kissing you. He slowly moved his hand from your cheek and your waist and pulled you closer to him continuing to kiss you deeply and with every ounce of love he could pour into them, smiling when he changed the angle of his head to get better access to you.

You smiled and slowed down your kisses and pulled back inches away from his lips and whispered, “I couldn’t wait for that either…” you looked up into his eyes and then looked back down at his lips “Joel?” you looked back up into his eyes.

“Yeah baby?” he held you close to him, rubbing his thumb gently on your waist, softly dancing his nose across yours, smiling as you giggled “You have the most beautiful eyes…” you reached back and touched his cheek, “You’re so handsome…” you licked your lips, “I… I lo-” he cut you off by catching his lips in his and then whispering against your lips, “I love you.” he kissed you again, this time with a deep and slowly, gripping onto your waist to pull you as close as you could to him before gently pulling back after a couple of kisses and looking down at you, breathless, “I’m sorry but you got to say it first over there, I get to say it first over here.” he grinned as you giggled and nodded, reconnecting your lips to his, softly saying against his lips, “Ok cowboy, deal.” he picked you up again, you giggled against his lips as he spun around, kissing you slowly and lovingly before setting you back down and pulling back slowly, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

You smiled and chuckled, “I love you so much.” you felt his heart pounding against your chest, he was just as excited as you were.

He kissed your nose and then forehead, “I love you more than you’ll ever understand darlin’...” he gently pulled you to lay against his chest and hugged you, wrapping you in his arms. You’ve never felt so safe and loved.

He smelled of mint and sandalwood with a slight hint of eucalyptus, ‘Sarah was right’, you thought smiling to yourself. The scent was intoxicating and instantly made you feel warm inside. It was now your comfort, your security, your home scent. You wrapped one arm around his waist and kept one hand on his chest. For a moment you felt like it was just you and him, nothing else. His heart began to slow down and you could hear him hum contently.

You pulled back slowly and smiled at him then tilted your head, took a small step back, and looked at him up and down, grinning, “Cowboy, did you go shoppin’ and get a haircut for me?” you bit your lip, as he looked delicious.

He blushed and nodded, “I wanted to look my best baby, just for you.” he smiled, loving that you noticed, and by your reaction, he knew you enjoyed it.

You looked up at him grinning and touched his hair gently then gently traced your hands down his jacket and gently tugged his collar towards you, “God damn, you’re so fuckin’ handsome for me.” you bit your lip and then brought your hands to his cheeks and pulled him to your lips once more, giving him a deep and slow kiss, gently pulling on his lip when you let go.

His cock instantly started to become hard and he narrowed his eyes at you, biting his lip, tasting you, “Mmm, you can’t do that to me right now baby…” he closed his eyes and swallowed, leaning his head against yours, “I want you so bad, but I don’t want it to be in an airport…” he pleaded, gripping your waist with his hand, letting out a shaky chuckle.

You giggled and moved your nose against his, “I don’t want that either handsome, I just wanna keep you on your toes…” you looked into his eyes and batted your eyelashes.

He smirked, “Honey, I’m a fuckin’ ballerina pointe shoe dancer right now, I’m on my toes, believe me…” he chuckled down at you and brought his hand up to your cheek, gently stroking it and then tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You giggled and then gave him a quick kiss before pulling back from him “Wanna give me a twirl then?” you teased.

He chuckled and then gasped, “Oh, these are for you!” he smiled as he pulled out the bouquet from behind you as he had held onto them the whole time.

You looked down at them and tears clouded your vision, “Joel… they’re beautiful.” you gently took the bouquet and looked through the arrangement, “Did you make this?” you looked up at him and he nodded proudly, a tear fell down your cheek, your heart so full.

He immediately touched your cheek and smiled sadly, “Oh sweetheart, please don’t cry…” he wiped the tear from your cheek.

“No, it's happy tears, I promise!” you said chuckling as a few more tears streamed down your cheeks, “I… I don’t know what to say, you…I…” you were lost for words, you looked down at the bouquet, suddenly feeling shy, smiling like an idiot.

He moved his hand down from your cheek and gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and finger, pulling you up to look at him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, then nose, then cheek, and stopped inches away from your lips and whispered, “What did I say about hidin’ that beautiful smile from me?” you looked into his brown eyes, filled with so much love, adoration, devotion and loyalty, you melted.

“Never to do it…” you whispered back, bouncing your eyes back and forth between his eyes and lips, you were putty in his grasp, you’d never be the same now that you’ve felt this type of love.

He ran his thumb over your lips slowly, looking at your lips hungrily, “Never to do it…” he whispered breathlessly back before he leaned in again and kissed you gently before pulling back for an instant to smile before returning to your lips and devouring you.

Your hand that you held the flowers with dropped to your side and the other pulled him closer by his jacket before it slid up his chest and cradled his cheek and jaw. You lightly let out a moan as his tongue parted your lips, he chuckled lightly and slowed down, gently pulling away, keeping his eyes closed, smiling as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Sorry, I… god you’re addicting…” he was out of breath, starting to get wound up.

You kept your eyes closed as well for a few moments, leaning your forehead against his, giggling.

He had both his hands on our waist and absentmindedly rubbed his thumbs against you, soothing you. “I think before we get a ticket for public indecency and kicked out of the airport we should get outta here.” he said softly as he opened his eyes chuckling.

You opened yours as well and nodded, adding a small giggle as you nodded, “I think that would be best cowboy…” you gently kissed his nose and then slowly parted yourself from him, turning around to grab your bags.

He cleared his throat, “Baby, what do you think you’re doin’...”

You grabbed your backpack and swung it over your shoulder, confused, “Gettin’ my bags?” you smiled innocently.

He shook his head and came over and softly took your backpack from you and kissed your cheek, “My girl doesn’t carry anythin’ she doesn’t need to…” he smiled and swung it onto his back and then grabbed your duffle with his other hand before holding out his right hand for you to take, “Where do ya wanna go get a bite to eat? We have an hour before our flight…” he smiled down at you.

You blushed and bit your lip, never having someone treat you like this in the smallest fraction, you felt so special and cared for. You gently grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, smiling softly, “I um… I’ve been eating rice and beans for the longest time and there’s too many choices for me to pick from, so you choose!” you looked at him, he pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it gently before leaning down and pecking your lips, “How does a burger and fries sound?” he said after pulling away from your lips.

You let out a moan and rolled your eyes, “Oh god, yes please that sounds delicious!”

He turned red and chuckled at your reaction, “Darlin, you can’t say and do things like that, you’re gonna drive me mad.” he said as he started walking with you towards the exit.

You giggled to yourself, “Sorry cowboy, I’ll tone it down.” you gently squeezed his hand and leaned against his arm as you walked.

Joel took you to a burger joint in the food court that smelled divine. You ordered the ‘Guac-O-Clock’ burger which had guacamole, pepper jack cheese, and crunchy jalapenos. Joel ordered the same, curious about the flavor as well, and an order of large fries for you both to share. He looked at you and asked what you wanted to drink and you said that water was fine, but he knew you wanted something else, you just weren’t sayin’ it. He looked at you and kissed the side of your head as he looked up at the menu as you were still ordering at the counter, “I want somethin’ to drink but don’t know what, what do you recommend baby?”

You looked up at the menu, “Can never go wrong with a Coke and if you’re feelin’ real frisky, a vanilla shake to dip your fries in!” you smiled and looked at him, he was already looking at you, smirking. He turned to the cashier, “Two of what she just said please.”

You can’t believe you fell for that, you huffed and gasped, “That was some bullshit reverse psychology there Miller!” you waved your finger in a circle towards him and giggled.

He gently grabbed your finger and leaned in close, “You don’t ever need to hold back with me darlin’, tell me what you want and you’ll have it, yeah?” he pecked your lips and then smiled, “Wanna go find us a seat while I grab our food?” he asked softly, then turning to pay the cashier.

You nodded and reached for your bag in his hand, he pulled it back, and you chuckled, “Honey, you’ll need both hands, let me just take it back to the table, then you can be my noble steed for the rest of the day.” you kissed his cheek, “I promise, I won’t fuss.” you winked.

He smiled and pecked your lips back, moving his hand back and handing you the bag, “Ok, you’re right. Thank you.”

You took the bag and went to find a table. You found one in the back that was not so noisy. You set your bag down and then went over to get straws, napkins, and a few little cups of ketchup in case.

Joel watched you and smiled happily, he felt so full of life right now and it felt so right having you here, being yours. He felt his heart swell with so much love and now you were here, he’d never let you go, he wanted forever with you.

After his order was called he made it over to your table and you met him there with what you had gathered.

“Thanks for grabbing all that darlin’...” he smiled at you as he took your backpack off him and set it next to your bag before pulling out your chair for you.

You kissed his cheek as you sat down, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He came around sat across from you, and smiled at you, “Dig in!” he chuckled as you separated the food out and then started slowly eating some fries, you closed your eyes and hummed, “It’s been so long since I’ve eaten actual like food ‘food’.” you giggled and took a sip of your Coke.

He smiled lovingly as he watched you eat, he took a bite from his burger and paused, looking down at it, shocked.

You looked at him and smiled, “Is it good?” you chuckled.

He nodded and rolled his eyes back in his head, letting out a groan and chewing, “That’s the best damn burger I’ve ever had holy shit…” he said with his mouth full, “Mmm…” he covered his mouth, “I’m so sorry darlin’, where are my manners?” he chuckled.

You smiled and shook your head, “Nah, good manners go out the window when it comes to food that good handsome.” giggling and then you took a bite paused as well, and looked at him, he nodded and chuckled.

“Right? It’s so good…” he took a sip of his Coke.

You nodded and chewed, then swallowed, “Mmm nice fun fact about me… I love guac, like I make it homemade all the time, so this burger, it's gonna make me cry, it’s perfect.” you took another bite and smiled to yourself, doing a little dance happily in your seat.

Joel smiled at you and chuckled, “Happy dance baby?” he took another bite as well.

You nodded and giggled, chewing and swallowing before taking another bite.

You two ate like this for a few more minutes before your burgers were gone and you held each other's hands across the table and shared the fries and had your shakes making small talk, catching up on the last two days you two haven’t been able to talk much due to traveling.

You grabbed a fry and went to dip it into your shake when two people approached your table, “Excuse me…” an older man said, he had crutches and was in army attire as well, except he was wearing the decorated ceremony wear.

You turned your head to look at the person and immediately dropped your fry in your shake and stood up, standing to attention, saluting the man in front of you, “Sir…”

He looked at you and teared up, “Are you… are you Specialist Y/N of Delta 30?” he then saw your patch, “I’m sorry, Sergeant Y/N?”

You knew exactly who he was. “Yes sir.”

Joel sat there confused by the interaction, but proud you were being recognized.

The man’s wife behind him was in tears, Joel smiled softly at her.

He slowly saluted you back and then spoke, “At ease.”

You stood with your hands to your side respectfully and smiled gently at him, “Captain Williams, it’s good to see you, sir.”

Joel immediately remembered the name, this is who you and Maria had saved.

He chuckled as tears fell down his cheeks, and lunged forward and hugged you, “Thank you. Thank you for what you did, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and your partner.”

You hugged him back and smiled as you pulled back, “It was an honor sir.” you smiled at him.

His wife came forward, now sniffling, chuckling, “I’m sorry, may I hug you as well?”

You chuckled softly, “Of course ma’am…” you brought her into a hug and held her tightly.

Joel stood and watched the interaction with so much pride and love for you.

Williams turned towards Joel and smiled, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, you must be her husband.” he offered Joel to shake his hand.

Joel smiled, and took his hand, “I’m her boyfriend, Joel, but I’ll be gladly and proudly taking that title one day, sir.”

His wife held onto you and cried, “I can’t thank you enough, you will always be a part of our lives, you brought him home.”

You rubbed her back gently and nodded, “Thank you, ma’am, I am honored.”

Williams looked at you, “I tried to look for you on the plane, they said we were going to be flying back together.” he chuckled, “I had to say somethin’... I mean… the last thing I remember was your face, and then I think you carried me?” he asked and chuckled, “My fat ass… you carried?”

His wife pulled back from the hug and wiped her eyes with a tissue. You put your hands in front of you, respectfully, and chuckled at his remark, “I did carry you out of the combat zone into the building we exited on top of sir, but then my partner was shot while she and our combat escort were attempting to make it to safety as well behind me. I handed you off to Private Jack Coleman, he carried you the rest of the way to the plane while I went back out and got my partner sir.” you smiled gently as you explained.

His wife looked at you, “You went back out there… willingly?” she looked shocked.

You looked at her and nodded, smiling proudly, “It’s my job ma’am to protect and aid those wounded in battle. It was my job to get your husband out safe - but also my team, I didn’t think twice about it…” you smiled and looked down briefly, “Plus she’s family…” you looked up, “There was no way between high heaven and hell I was going to leave her there.” you chuckled softly.

She shook her head and chuckled, “You’re crazy! We were told missiles were being dropped and gunfire was everywhere, I don’t know how you got back alive…”

Joel piped in, “I like to think she had some type of protection watchin’ over her… she has avoided death more times than my heart could count…” he winked at you.

You smiled at him and pulled out your necklace placing it out of your attire then looked at Mrs. Williams, “I’m also annoyingly stubborn… so that helped too.” you winked at his wife and she laughed softly, along with Joel and Cpt. Williams. “But yes, a lot was going on… there were missile sirens while we ran your husband up to be rescued… and I did end up getting clipped while getting my partner into the plane but nothin’ too bad.” you cleared your throat.

“I was told you and Coleman went back to Delta 30 afterward to rescue some of your people, I was sorry to hear about your loss.” he gently said, touching your arm.

You looked down and took a breath before looking back at him, your eyes changed slightly, and you started to fiddle with your bracelet, “Thank you, sir.” you nodded and offered a small smile.

Williams chuckled and then hugged you again, “Thank you again, I don’t know how I will ever be able to express my gratitude fully…”

His wife came over and hugged Joel, then pulled back and looked at him and nodded towards you with her head, “Just nod… are you gonna?” she raised her eyebrow.

Joel knew exactly what she was asking, he leaned in a little closer and whispered, “I have the ring and everythin’ planned, just waiting for that perfect time.” he smiled and winked.

She leaned in closer, “When you do, I expect an invitation, you hear?” she patted his arm softly.

Joel chuckled and nodded, “Yes ma’am, of course.” he smiled and looked lovingly back at you, you were laughing at something the Captain said.

His wife came over and gently touched her husband's arm to get his attention, “We should let them get back to their meal honey...”

He nodded and then pulled something out of his pocket, handing you an envelope, “Just a little somethin’, for my gratitude. And… I know how hard it is after you get back. My contact info is in there if you need someone to talk to…” he gently put his hand on yours, “It was so good to finally meet you. Welcome home.” he nodded and then turned to walk away, his wife touched your arm and smiled before walking away with her husband.

You stood there and watched them walk away, it was good to see he had made it. After seeing his condition and how weak his pulse was, you weren’t sure he’d make it, but it was good he did, he seemed like such a kind man.

However, it brought up flashbacks of Z and you were all of a sudden overwhelmed by the noise and stimulation around you to stop those memories from flashing in your mind. Your breathing became quick and shaky, starting to panic.

Joel could tell you were somewhere other than here and then saw how you were breathing. He quickly rounded the table and gently pulled you into his chest and hugged you, kissing the top of your head, “I got you, sweetheart. I’m right here.” he held you tightly. You let tears fall and began to softly cry, grabbing onto his chest.

He started whispering that he had you, to let what you needed out, he continually kissed your head and gently rubbed your back.

You took what time you needed to let out the emotion you had held back for so long before you pulled back a little and wiped your eyes, “God, I didn’t expect to have an emotional breakdown in the middle of an airport food court.” you lightly chuckled.

Joel watched you and rubbed your arms softly, as you regained yourself.

You let out a breath and then shook your hands out, letting go of all the anxiety, he pulled up your chin to look at him softly, “Hey, lemme look at ‘cha…”

You smiled up at him sweetly and he smiled back at you, “I know that was a lot, and I’m sure brought up some stuff, just know I’m here for you to reach out to now, m’kay?” he searched your eyes and rubbed his thumb against your chin softly.

You nodded and he pulled you up to his lips and gently kissed you then pulled back “Mmm vanilla shake…” he kissed you again faster, then pulled back, “My my aren’t ya a sweet treat…”

You burst into a fit of giggles against his lips and he smiled and he continued to kiss you but slowed down and the last kiss was deep and slow, savoring you the moment just a little while longer moving his hand to your cheek to hold you close.

He gently pulled back, leaving you breathless.

“Flight 753 for Austin, now boarding.”

He chuckled and kissed your nose, “We gotta go, baby, we got a plane to catch.” he backed away, grabbing your bags, leaving you there, stunned and speechless.

You giggled to yourself and then shook your head, “I’m never gonna get used to the way you make me feel…” you admitted as you went to the table and grabbed your flowers then took his hand as you both ran to the gate.

When you boarded the plane and it took off, the flight attendant asked if you and Joel wanted any refreshments, Joel asked for a coffee and you about jumped out of your seat with excitement, “Oh, yes one for me too… please…” you beamed.

When she walked away, he chuckled, “Didn’t have coffee on the other flights?” he took your hand and kissed it.

“We did, it was just awful, I just tasted like that instant stuff, you know?” you messed with his fingers as you talked, and then looked up at him when after he kissed your temple.

“How do you like your coffee, are you a sweet or bitter drinker?” he looked down at your hands together.

“You gonna make me coffee tomorrow morning cowboy?” you smiled, blushing.

“That and breakfast my love.” he looked over at you, lovingly.

You looked at him and then leaned up and kissed him, softly and gently a couple of times before pulling back.

“I like my coffee with just a splash of milk and a tiny bit of caramel sauce, and during Christmas time I like peppermint creamer.” you giggled. “You like yours black right?” you looked at your hands again and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, black… like my soul!” he joked, chuckling.

You chuckled with him and then the flight attendant came back with your coffee’s.

You perked up and gently took yours from her, she gave you a few sleeves of sugar and creamer- you put one creamer and two sugars and then took a sip, you did a little dance like you did at the burger joint. Joel smiled and started chuckling, “You do that when you like your food or drink, don’t ya?”

You looked at him, “Do what?”

“That cute little happy dance, I’ve noticed you do it when you eat something really good or eat something you really like… it’s adorable.” he smiled down at you and then wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

You shrugged, “I didn’t know I did it that often, but as long as you think it’s cute, it’ll keep happening.” you chuckled as you nuzzled into his side.

Joel hummed and rubbed absent-minded circles against your shoulder, keeping you close to him.

When you saw it was about a 4-hour flight on the TV in front of you, you immediately got sleepy, your eyes started to close and before you knew it you were out.

“I forgot to tell ya but Sarah went to a friend's house for the night so we will have the house to ourselves, you wanna rent a movie and order in for dinner?” he kissed the top of your head.

He didn’t hear you answer back so he moved a little in his seat and saw you asleep, he smiled at the sight, happy to know that he made you feel safe enough to fall asleep on him. He kissed your head again and turned on the TV in front of him, put some earbuds in, and turned on a movie while you slept.

A few hours later you heard the dings of the plane asking everyone to please be seated as the plane was about to descend. You sat your head up and looked around, slightly confused, you felt Joel squeeze your hand, “Hey sleepy head, good nap?” he leaned over and kissed your cheek.

You chuckled and nodded then took your hand from Joel and put your arms above your head to stretch, “How long was I out?” you asked and then put your arms down and rolled your shoulders back and forth.

Joel smiled and began putting his tray up, “About 4 hours, maybe less… but I’m glad you got some sleep, I know it’s been a long day of traveling.”

He gave yours and his trash to the flight attendant as she walked past and you looked out the window of the plane, “We’re already here? Damn… that was a fat nap.” you giggled and then took Joel's hand and leaned back in your seat. “When we land, how long of a drive is it to your house?”

Joel looked down at you, “If traffic is ok, about 30 minutes, but no more than 45.” he kissed your forehead then brought your hand to his lips and gently kissed it.

“I didn’t know you were asleep when I asked this earlier but I forgot to mention that Sarah is at a friend’s for the night, so we have the house to ourselves…” he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Would you like to rent a movie and order in something for dinner?” he smiled at you.

You nodded and smiled, “Yeah, that sounds good to me. You uhm… you mind if I take a shower when I get there? I’ve been flying for about 40 hours, I feel and probably smell gross…” you chuckled.

Joel smiled and shook his head chuckling, “Of course. I’ll order us some food then while we wait for it to get there, you can take a shower, how does that sound?” he leaned down and kissed your cheek gently.

You nodded and blushed.

The plane landed and you and Joel grabbed your baggage then got in his truck and drove back to his place.

Traffic wasn’t bad so it was a little less than a half-hour drive.

He kept his hand on yours the whole drive and when he would stop at a light he’d lean over and ask for a kiss or he’d kiss your hand. He was intoxicated by you and couldn’t believe you were here. He felt so at peace in your presence and finally felt like he found someone who cared for him as much if not more than he cared for them. It was refreshing, thrilling and he had never felt so happy to be next to someone.

He had the radio on low and as you drove he’d show you small things here and there that he thought you’d like to know about on the road - whether it was a historical or famous landmark or had a fun memory with Sarah attached to it.

It felt so easy between the two of you, there were never awkward silences or moments where either of you felt weird filling the space with conversation, you both felt so relieved to have someone that you connected with on the level you two shared.

When he pulled into his driveway you perked up and smiled, “So this is where my letters have been comin’... the famous 402 Rancher Street.” you giggled and when he parked you went to get out of the truck, and he gently grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Nuh-uh, you sit here, I’ll come ‘round and get your door baby.” he leaned over and kissed you quickly then got out and ran behind the truck to get your door, and you chuckled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, chivalry lives! It’s alive!” you did in a funny voice as you hopped out of the truck. He chuckled as he shut the door then he was immediately on you, hands on your waist, gently pushing you up against the door “Come ‘ere you goof…”

You giggled and found his lips, kissing him gently and slowly, moving your hands up his chest to tangle in his hair and pull him in closer as he deepened the kiss, pushing himself against you, whispering between kisses, “You’re gonna be treated like the goddess you are…” he began trailing his hands down to your ass and grabbing a handful, you let out a soft moan and he grinned against your lips, “Mmm I like that sound…” he then moved his head and trailed his lips against your jawline then began kissing your neck. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, “Joel…” you said breathlessly. He chuckled against your skin then he pulled back and came back to look at you, “Yeah baby?”

You were about to say something when you both heard, in a lighter southern accent “Joel Miller is that you?” as his older neighbor came down the sidewalk, and around his truck, catching you both in the action, “Oh, oh dear I’m so sorry.” she said and turned away, “Joel there are children around, behave!” she waved her hand at him.

You giggled and leaned your head back, letting out a louder laugh, Joel turned bright red and then looked at you laughing and then Mrs. Rose his neighbor, who was this older lady who was for the love of all things holy, so damn nosey. He sighed and put his head against your shoulder, “Mrs. Rose… I…” he said trying to find what to say.

“Ma’am I’m so sorry you just walked in on… well that…” giggled and then you gently slid out from under Joel and came up to the woman, “I’m Y/N, it’s lovely to meet you.” you smiled and stuck out your hand.

She turned to look at you and she exclaimed, “Oh my god! You’re home!” she shook your hand gently.

You looked at her confused and chuckled, “I’m home, yeah! Did Joel say somethin’ or was it just in the community newsletter?” you joked.

She gasped, “Oh you're right! It needs to go in there!” she didn’t catch onto your joke and was serious about adding it.

You giggled. Joel came up from behind you and wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek, “It’s not goin’ in that damn newsletter Rose…” he said grumpily, clearly blue-balled.

Rose looked at Joel “Oh pfft you big grump!” she swatted at him.

You smiled at him, “Yeah you big grump!” you chuckled and looked back at her, “Is everything ok ma’am? Did you need Joel for something?” you smiled gently at her, putting your hand on Joel’s around your waist.

“I was wondering if he could come put batteries in my smoke detector quick, the damn thing won’t quit beepin’...” she smiled at you kindly.

You pulled yourself away and looked up at him, grinning, “Oh Rose, he’d be happy to help! Plus, I’ve got to take a shower anyway, he can come to do it while I’m doin’ that.” you kissed his cheek, Joel was biting his tongue, and from the bulge you felt behind you, clearly frustrated. “You mind if he helps me inside real quick then he’ll be over?” you smiled at her.

“Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you so much dear!” she started to walk away, “Joel you know where the key is honey, just let yourself in!” she said as she walked.

You grinned and then started to walk to the front door, giggling, “You comin’ cowboy?”

Joel grinned and bit his lip and then looked at you, “Get inside, you’re in trouble…” he tossed you the keys. You caught them and giggled as you used them to get inside.

He hurried and grabbed your bags in the bed of his truck and then ran inside after you.

He closed the door quickly, set your bags down, and then picked you up so your legs were around his waist and pinned you up against a wall, knocking down a photo frame, and immediately devouring your lips with his. You giggled when he grabbed you and let out a moan as you started to kiss you. Your hands immediately made their way into his hair, tangling your fingers through his locks, pulling him closer to you.

Both of you were clearly out of breath, you began trying to take off his jacket, and he set you down on your feet softly and aggressively took it off then threw it behind him, he untucked your button-up and began to impatiently unbutton it, he got it undone and began taking it off your shoulders, you helped him and then threw it behind him as well, he pulled back a fraction, “Arms up.” he said desperately, you did as he asked and he lifted your tank up and off your body, before putting his hand on your cheek and kissing you slow and passionately.

You kissed him like that for a few moments before you pulled back gently and put your hand on his chest, out of breath, “Mmm wait…” he moved down to your neck and you chuckled, letting out a small moan as he began to suck on the soft spot between your jaw and ear, hands on your jaw and waist, addicted to you, you swallowed down another moan, “Joel… what are the chances she’ll come back over and knock on your door?” you let out another moan as he began to suck softly on your earlobe, breathing fast and excited.

He whispered, “Right now, I’m more concerned with makin’ those sweet noises continue to come outta you, not what noises are comin’ out of her damn smoke detector.” he kissed up your jawline and then drug his hand that was on your cheek slowly down your body, lightly over your breasts and stomach, to land on your belt, and start undoing it.

You swallowed, you didn’t want to stop this but you needed to shower first, you knew you smelled like the airplane and you didn’t want your first time with him to be rushed. You smiled and then put your hand on his cheek and made him look at you, you kissed him gently and then pulled away, “As much as I want you to take me into that bedroom and keep makin’ those sounds come out of me… I smell like an airplane, I need to take a shower…” you kissed him again, he was completely drunk on you, “I also know you like to take your time, and baby… I want you to take your time…” you kissed him slower this time, “I want you to pull every ounce of pleasure out of me tonight…” you kissed him again and let out a moan against him as he slid his tongue against your lip, “Mmm baby, this can’t be rushed…” you gently kissed him again, and then pulled back and looked into this eyes.

He smiled out of breath and touched your cheek then leaned in and kissed you slowly, taking his time before pulling back “You’re right, I’m not gonna rush this. I wanna take my time with you now that I’ve got you.” he gently kissed your nose and then pulled away and stood up straight, biting his lip as he looked over your body and nodded, “Shower is upstairs, last door on your right darlin’...” you blushed and took a step and reached up and fixed his hair, “If you hurry back… you can join me if you want…”

His eyes widened, and then he sprinted out of the house towards Mrs. Rose’s.

You giggled and ran upstairs. You started the shower, to warm it up, and then you took your hair out of the bun and let it loose, you sat on the end of the bed to untie your boots, you were looking around as you were unlacing and noticed products in the bathroom that looked familiar and then saw two toothbrushes. You slid off your boots and then walked slowly into the bathroom and picked up a few things, they were all brand new.

You didn’t even hear the front door close and Joel running up the stairs and then immediately throwing off his boots in the hallway. He then started taking his shirt off when he got into the bedroom, tossing it in the hamper like a pro. He walked up to the bathroom panting softly and saw you by the counter, he paused unbuckling his belt, “Darlin’?”

You turned around slowly, “Did you… how did you…” tears in your eyes as you chuckled looking at him.

He saw what you were looking at and smiled softly, then stepped towards you and took the face cream, and set it down on the counter behind you, then gently touched your cheek, “I told you I was gonna take care of you.” he found your eyes and gently rubbed his nose against yours before saying, “I called Maria when she got home, got a list of everything you used, down to the toothpaste brand.” he moved his hand down and gently started to unbuckle your belt, keeping eye contact with you, “I got you all that stuff you see on the counter…” he kissed your nose, “I got you all the shower stuff you use…” he kissed your left cheek, starting to unbutton your pants and slide them down your legs, “I went shoppin’ with Sarah and got you new clothes cuz I knew you left everything when you left Charlie’s… they are in the closet or in your drawer in the dresser…” he kissed your other cheek, as you stepped out of your pants, tears falling but you smiled at him lovingly the whole time, you put a hand on his cheek gently, “I got you a new phone, it’s downstairs, we just need to set it up…” he started to move his hands back up your body and unclasped our bra, letting it fall down, your breath hitched and you looked down at his lips then back up to his eyes. He kissed your forehead gently, starting to unbuckle his belt, then pulled back and looked into your eyes. He let his pants fall to his ankles and then he grabbed your waist and picked you up to wrap your legs around his waist, he kicked both of your clothes out of the way and put you to sit on the bathroom counter. You gasped at the coldness against your skin.

He grinned and then looked up at you, putting your cheeks in his hands and wiping the tears off your cheeks before moving them to the back of your leg and waist to pull you closer to him, you could feel his hardness against your core, “I’m gonna take care of you… every day, for the rest of our days… I’m gonna love you unconditionally and with every piece of me…” he looked at your lips and then back up into your eyes, “One way I’m gonna show you how much I love you is by worshiping you and this perfect body you have, every chance I can get…” he then leaned in and captured your lips in his in a deep and passionate kiss.

You moved your hands to loosely wrap around his neck then when he moved his hands to your waist, you tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him for a few moments. You moaned quietly feeling him pick you up again and set you down on your feet. He tucked his fingers under the band of your panties and gently pulled them down. You moved your hands down his body slowly, and made your way to the band of his boxers, tugging it gently, you whispered against his lips, “May I?” you fell against his lips again.

He nodded and grinned, “Never need to ask my love…” he touched your cheek and then he moved down to mark your neck with love bites.

You panted and let out a soft moan then dipped your hand into his boxers and felt his cock, hard and thick, the size alone was slightly intimidating, but you wanted nothing more than him inside you. “Fuck baby, you’re so big…” you began to stroke him in your hand gently, and he groaned against your neck “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock darlin’, gon’ fill you up.” he used his hands on your waist to walk you up against the bathroom wall, pinning you up against it softly, moving his lips down to kiss your breasts and gently suck on your nipples as he removed his boxers and knelt on the cold bathroom tile before you, kissing down your stomach and lifting one of your legs to lay on his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh gently, whispering “You’re so soft, so beautiful...”

You looked down at him, “W-What are you doin’...” you moaned feeling his lips getting closer to your cunt.

He grinned and looked up at you, “Takin’ care of you…” he then kissed your clit gently and kept eye contact with you before using his tongue to press against your bundle of nerves, you let out a gasp followed by a breathy moan, “Fuck Joel…” your body flooded with goosebumps and your back arched, your head fell back against the wall as he continued to devour you, using his tongue to drink up your sweet pussy.

Your breathing became fast and you quickly felt yourself on the edge of a climax, you reached your hand down and took a handful of his hair, then looked down at him as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit relentlessly, watching every reaction you gave him to study what you liked best.

“Right there, fuck… Joel… I…” you gasped and you felt yourself cum harder than you ever have been able to before, moaning and arching your back again off the wall, legs beginning to lightly shake.

Joel grinned and slowed his actions down, careful not to overstimulate you, he moved his lips to suck love bites into your inner thigh, then looked up at you, “You’re so beautiful when you cum on my tongue baby…”

You looked down at him, chest heaving, you chuckled, “C’mere cowboy…” You bit your lip, wanting to taste yourself on his lips.

He stood up slowly to help you keep your balance and then let your leg go slowly and softly, towering over you, touching your foreheads together, you looked up at him and batted your eyelashes, “You weren’t kidding about making sure I was satisfied first…”

He chuckled “No… I wasn’t” he bit his lip and pulled his head away a little to look down at your necklace, “You never took this off, did you?” he put his finger through the chain and gently pulled it towards him, effectively pulling you towards him, he looked up at your lips as you whispered, “It never came off, not once…” you breathing became slow and controlled, you placed our hands on his chest and looked at him focusing on your lips. “Kiss me…” his eyes met yours, “Take care of me, Joel…” you looked down at his lips hungrily.

He then looked back at your lips for less than a moment before pulling you by your necklace to his lips, humming against them as you slid our hands up his chest and put one in his hair to bring him closer to you. The other stayed on his jaw, holding him to your lips, kissing him lovingly and slowly, walking him towards the shower, turning you both around, and then parting from his lips slowly and stepping into the water and giggling as you let the water run down your body, he stood there for a moment, watching you lovingly, being in the moment.

You turned around and put your head back to wet your hair.

Joel stepped into the shower behind you and closed the door behind him, gently putting his hands on your hips, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulder and then another in the crook of your neck, “May I wash you?” he said softly and lovingly.

You turned your head towards him and then turned around slowly, him keeping his hands on your hips, “Only if I can wash you too…” You found his eyes and smiled softly.

He smiled back at you and nodded, then stepped closer to you, drops of water falling off the tip of his nose onto yours. “May I wash your hair first?” his eyes danced across your features.

You nodded, “Would you like me to turn around or fa-?” he cut you off.

“Face me. I was access to your lips.” he whispered softly and then leaned down and kissed you deeply a couple of times, then slowly pulling away. Looking over at the shelf and grabbing the bottle of shampoo, he squirted some in his palm and then brought it up to his nose, taking a small sniff, he smiled, “Vanilla coconut?”

You smiled and nodded, “Good nose baby…”

He smiled and then lifted his arms and rubbed the shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp gently.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, humming softly at how good it feels.

He leans in and presses a kiss to your nose then cheek then slowly moves towards your lips, teasing you with how close he is, you open your eyes and peek at him grinning above you, he bites his lip, “Can I help you?” he asks you innocently.

“Just wonderin’ what mischief you’re up to…” you chuckle softly and then close your eyes again. He rinses your hair and his hands in the water softly and careful not to get water in your eyes and then runs his thumb against your bottom lip, “Tell me, where do you like being kissed the most, my love…”

You smiled against his thumb, “Why don’t you use those lips and I’ll tell ya when you’re close…” Your eyes danced between his and his lips.

He grinned and then kissed your cheek, you giggled and nodded. He then moved to your jaw, you hummed in approval. He moved down to your neck and you put your hands on his shoulders, “I like it there…”, he moved to the spot between your neck and ear, and you softly moaned, “I really like it there…”

He chuckled, “Noted.” he continued down to your collarbone, you bit your lip and looked down at him, breathing slow and heavy. He gently kissed your breast and then your nipple, you sucked in some air and blushed deeply at your reaction.

“Mmm, there’s another spot…” he then moved down and trailed his lips to the inner part of your groin where there was soft flesh, you softly moaned and then giggled, keeping your hand on his shoulder.

He looked at your core then back up and grinned, “I think we’ve established that you like it when I kiss you there…”

You giggled and nodded.

He picked up your foot and then trailed his lips down slowly, you giggled when he went by your knee, “Ok I’m just ticklish there…” you admitted.

He looked up at you and chuckled, “Noted…” he said in a low-toned voice.

You giggled at his reaction. He continued down your calf and then kissed the inner part of your ankle, you hummed and smiled down at him. He looked at the outer part of your leg and saw where you were shot, he softly let your leg down and then gently kissed it, and you bit your lip.

He looked up and smirked, “Turn around for me my love…”

You blushed and slowly turned around. He kissed the globe of your ass, and hearing you let out a soft moan, he mentally noted that spot. He continued up and kissed your love handles, making you moan a little louder, he smirked. He then trailed up your spine with his lips, eliciting goosebumps as he did that. He stood behind you and moved your hair to your right shoulder, then kissed your left shoulder, you leaned your head to the right side and hummed, he then trailed his lips slowly up your shoulder and earned a moan as he touched closer to your neck. He smirked, “What about here?” he kissed your pulse point, and you let out a breathy moan, moving back against him, pressing your ass against his cock, “Joel…”

He slid his hands to two locations, one to knead your breast, and the other between your legs, starting to rub your clit, “I showered this morning… I need you…” he whispered in your ear before sucking on your earlobe, groaning softly as you started moving your ass against his cock.

You started moaning softly as he rubbed lazy circles on your clit, “Fuck…” you turned around his arms and caught his lips in yours and kissed him slowly a few times, whispering against his lips, “I love you…” before picking up the pace and biting his bottom lip gently, moaning softly.

He reached over and shut off the water, “Wait here…” he parted from your lips and got out to grab two towels. He handed one to you and you started to dry your hair quickly as he began to dry himself off. He was then on your lips as you dried off your body and the moment he saw you were dry he chuckled against your lips and grabbed you, picking you up to wrap around him, “C’mere you…”

You giggled and held onto him as he carried you both to his bed, continuing to kiss him as he walked. He turned on a table side lamp and it gave the room a warm glow about it.

You parted from his lips and were softly panting. You looked at him lovingly and brushed your hand across his cheek and into his hair, combing his hair back. “You’re so handsome… so strong… I’m so lucky…” you brushed your nose against his and then he set you down on your feet and looked down at you, adoringly, he swallowed and went to say something but then smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist and connected your lips to his once again, kissing you deep and with so much love, he then picked you up to lay you gently on the bed behind you, then hovered over you as he continued to kiss you.

He lowered his hips into your core, his cock pressing against your clit, then he began slowly moving his hips, sliding himself through your folds.

You moaned against his lips, subconsciously moving your hips along to the same rhythm, eager to gain more friction.

Your hands were on his chest and one on his waist to pull him closer to you. His hand was planted above your head and the other started moving down your body to the back of your knee, pulling it up and around his waist, opening you up wider for him. He pulled away from your lips and began kissing your neck, groaning as he continued to grind against you.

You moaned and panted, “Joel, please…” you begged, hand on the back of his head as he continued to kiss your neck.

He made his way back to your lips and kissed you slowly, deeply, taking his time, then he leaned back a little and reached into this drawer, you put your hand on his chest, “You don’t need one, I… I have an IUD…” you said softly, lips swollen, chest heaving.

He nodded and smiled brightly coming back to your lips and kissing you gently but slowly, “God I love you so much… you’re so perfect…” he reached down and grabbed his cock and slid it through your folds, whispering against your lips as he praised, “You’re so wet for me… such a good girl…”

You moaned softly and held his cheek as you kissed him. He pulled back gently and looked down to help himself aim, then once he notched himself at your entrance he looked up and and kissed your forehead before he put his forehead against yours, “I’m going to take this slow, if you need me to stop, or it hurts, all you need to do is tell me and I’ll stop my love…” he rubbed his nose against yours, you nodded.

“Joel, I need you… please…” you softly begged.

He slowly pushed his way through your entrance, watching your reaction, making sure if he saw any hint of pain to pull back. You gasped and kept your eyes on him, “Oh fuck…” you moaned smiling at him, putting a hand on his cheek and shoulder, gripping his shoulder in pleasure.

He gently grabbed your hand from his cheek and kissed your palm and inner wrist before he intertwined your fingers to his and pushed it into the mattress, pushing himself further in, slowly, he groaned, “God, you feel so good darlin’... you’re takin’ me so well…” he moved down and began kissing your neck, inhaling how sweet you smelled which drove him to want more of you.

You moaned and held onto his hand, you felt so full of him, it felt so good, “More… please…” you said out of breath, “Oh god please more…”

He bottomed out and groaned when he did so, “Look at you… you were made for me baby…” he kissed up your neck then your jaw, and hovered over your lips, “You feel so good around me…” he started to slowly move his hips, breathing heavy and quick, pulling soft and light moans from you, “God I’m so in love with you…” he crashed his lips onto yours and letting out a groan as you fluttered around him, slowly egging him on to picking up the pace.

You moaned against his lips and you fell drunk to his cock, whimpering and whispering “Oh my god, you feel so good…” and “I love you so much… please… don’t stop…” against his lips.

He wrapped his hand around your waist to keep you where he wanted you, keeping a steady pace, rolling his hips at a rhythm that made your pussy pulse around him, pulling him in, making love drunk on you.

“I… I’m… fuck baby, don’t stop…” you moaned as you arched your back on the brink of climax.

He parted from your lips and watched you come undone, “Let go baby… come for me…” he said before reaching down and rubbing lazy circles on your clit, while he whispered into your skin as he kissed your shoulder and up your neck, “Fuck… you feel so good…”

Your breathing sped up and you leaned your head back into the pillow, gripping his hand and the sheets under you as you came, moaning his name like a prayer.

He smirked and picked up the pace faster, groaning as he felt he was close as well, but he wanted to pull one more out of you. He kissed your lips once and then he pulled out and let go of your hand, starting to crawl down between your legs.

You lifted your head and then before you could say anything he licked up your cunt, lapping up what you just gave him, your head fell back against the pillow and you gasped before moaning his name.

He grinned and pulled his lips from you, dragging a finger through your wetness, “Can you be a good girl and cum again on my tongue for me?”

You bit your lip, and nodded, “Oh god… yes sir…” feeling a heat rise up your spine from unbelievable pleasure.

Something in Joel switched when you said that and it was like he was starved for you as he immediately latched back onto your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against it before adding a finger into you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly and moan at how good it felt, “Oh baby you’re so fucking good to me…”

He watched you to gauge what he could do make you beg for more, he wanted to tease you a little bit, make it more enjoyable.

He pulled himself off your sweet cunt and kissed your inner thigh, softly biting into your flesh as he added a second finger, you gasped and let out a sweet whimper, chest heaving up and down, “Joel…”

He smirked, “Yes darlin’?” he kissed your clit and then dragged his tongue up it adding some pressure, slowly pumping his fingers in and out.

Your breath hitched and you looked down at him, eyebrows knitted as you moaned, “Oh god, I need more… I need you…” you moaned again as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit.

He grinned and added a third finger, making you curse under your breath, he watched as your brows knitted together again and you swallowed, “Oh baby like that, keep doin’ that…” you breathlessly cried.

He kept up what he was doing and then sucked your clit and let it go and lightly tapped it a couple of times with his other hand, beginning to pump his fingers faster into you. He watched as your breathing became faster and you grabbed your breast, pinching your nipple to throw you over the edge, he noted that detail for later, “Fuck, that’s hot…” he muttered under his breath.

You moaned as you came hard, gushing around his fingers, “Oh fuck… fuck… b-baby…” he grinned and flicked your clit with his tongue a couple of times before kissing slowly, using his tongue to lap up what you gave him.

You gasped as a second wave hit you, a broken moan leaving you as you fell back against the pillow, in sweet bliss. You lost your vision for a moment as you came so hard you felt yourself vibrating afterward.

You were out of breath, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm yourself down, you chuckled and then sat up on your elbows and looked down at him, and bit your lip, “I want you to fuck me like how you described the night I got back from Delta 30…” you smirked at him, knowing it would push him over the edge, it was your turn to take care of him.

He sat up and swallowed hard, “Baby… I ain’t gonna last long if we do that…” he came up to meet you back at your lips, kissing you softly, “I wanna make this last a little longer than that… I’m still wanting so much more of you…” he touched your cheek and pulled you up against him with his other hand on your waist as he settled between your legs again.

You grinned against his lips and then pushed him off you and onto his back before rolling onto him and straddling his waist, grinding against his cock, “Then is this a good middle ground cowboy?” you put your hands on his chest and continued to coat his cock with your pussy.

He was speechless at the quick motion so he nodded and for once was breathless, “Fuck yes, god that feels so good baby…” he put his hands on your hips to follow your movements.

You leaned forward and sat up a little, reaching between you and softy grabbing his throbbing cock, guiding it towards your entrance then slowly sitting down, taking him slowly, closing your eyes, and throwing your head back as you did, moaning, “Oh fuck… you’re so fucking thick…” you began to grasp the girth of him at this angle.

As soon as he felt you on his cock he grunted and watched your reaction, grinning, breath heavy and fast, his heart pounding from how good you felt around him, gripping onto your hips.

“Mmm you feel so perfect on my cock baby, you look so fucking good…” he grinned as he started to pump his hips a little to give you some stimulation, you put your hand behind you onto his thigh and moved your hips back and forth, he was so deep that he was rubbing against your cervix and it felt oh so good coupled with the stimulation you were getting against your clit you were approaching another orgasm quick.

He looked up at you and if he could, he’d take a photo of how fucking delicious you looked riding him. “Fuck baby… I’m close…” he whined and swallowed as he felt a pull and the tension started to build, “Where do you want me?” he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes, trying to hold on a little longer.

You bit your lip and moaned softly, feeling close as well, “In me… I want you to cum in me…” you let out a shaky breath, “Fuck I’m gonna cum…” You picked up the pace a little, making Joel let out a moan and grip your hips tighter, feeling his orgasm fast approaching.

Just as he felt your pussy begin to tighten around him he sat up quickly and wrapped his arm around your waist and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, throwing you off the edge, barreling towards an intense orgasm.

You snapped your head forward and grabbed onto his hair, holding him onto you, knitting your brows together, moaning loudly as you came, rolling your hips on his cock whispering out of breath, “Oh fuck baby… you feel so fucking good, so fucking deep…” you moaned and he removed his lips from your nipple, moving to grab your lips in his and kiss you deeply as he held you down on his cock.

His heart was pounding as he thrusts up into you a few times, spilling deep inside you, moaning and preaching how much he loves you, how he loves your body against his, how good you feel with him inside you, rambling his love for you against your lips and in between kisses, out of breath and but still unable to get enough of you, making your hips milk every ounce he has to give you.

You couldn’t help but smile against his lips as he rambled, combing your fingers through his hair gently, absorbing every word he praised.

He slowed down his breathing and slowly laid back down, pulling you with him, keeping his lips on yours, slowing down his kisses, gently tracing his hands down your back. You pulled back from his lips and looked into his eyes lovingly, “Easy there cowboy…” you put a hand on his chest to feel his heart racing.

He let out a deep chuckle and reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear, lightly licking his lips, tasting you still on them. He smiled up at you, “You’re so beautiful… I love you so much…” he touched your cheek and you whispered back, “I love you more…” he chuckled, “Impossible…” and leaned up to steal another kiss, letting it be slow and sensual.

You hummed happily and pulled back slowly, then laid on his chest for a few minutes. He drew slow shapes and love letters onto your back with his fingertips, holding you close, slowing coming down from your highs.

You slowly sat up after several minutes and looked at the time and kissed his chest softly, “I’ll be right back handsome…” and went to get up off him and off the bed when he grabbed your hand and looked at you, “Where do ya think you’re goin’...?” he kissed your hand and up your arm softly, keeping eye contact with you with those big brown eyes.

You giggled and touched his cheek softly, “I’m just grabbin’ some medicine that I’m taking for my injuries baby… I’ll be right back.” you blushed at his eagerness to keep you close, “I promise…”

He sat up on his elbow, “Is it in your bag?” he kept your hand and kissed it gently.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m just running downstairs quick…” you leaned down and kissed him gently then went to pull away when he grabbed you by your waist, making you squeal and giggle. He pulled you back in bed onto your back and leaned over you, continuing to kiss you slowly and softly a few times then he pulled away, “Mmm you stay here, I’ll go get your stuff…” he smiled and sat up and got out of bed.

You giggled and sat up on your elbows, “I’m never going to be allowed to lift a finger with you, am I?”

You watched him put boxers on real quick as he chuckled, “Not when it’s something I can do baby, not when I can take care of you…” he winked at you and then came back and stole another soft kiss from you, “I’ll be right back my love.”

He walked out of the room and went downstairs, grabbing both of your bags and then the phone he got for you from the kitchen.

While he went downstairs you got up and used the bathroom, putting the shirt he had in the hamper from earlier on you, and then brushed your teeth quickly. You started to brush your hair while it was still somewhat damp, humming a song to yourself.

He picked up the clothes you both had discarded downstairs and put the fallen picture back up in case Sarah got home early, he didn’t want her to see the warm-up mess to your… activities.

He came upstairs, with a water bottle as well, hearing you hum. He set down your bags next to his dresser and the bottle of water on the nightstand, and then came and leaned against the doorway, listening to you, watching you lovingly.

You saw him in the mirror and smiled, turning around slowly. He came up and put a hand on your waist and another on your cheek, “Can’t Take my Eyes off You, yeah?” he guessed what you were humming.

You nodded and smiled, he started softly singing to you, looking down at you, starting to dance with you slowly, slowly rubbing his thumb across your cheek, smiling as he sang:

“You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you”

He then spun you around and dipped you down, kissing you softly once while humming the horn section before grinning and belting the next part, making you giggle and smile, then start singing along with him:

“I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say

Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby, let me love you…”

You both danced and sang together in that bathroom to the rest of that song, completely, utterly and stupidly in love with each other.

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 3 days ago

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Greys Anatomy AU-- Lillian at Seattle Grace Pt 2

As Lillian's guest stint at Seattle Grace continues, Lena does her best to avoid her mother in both the halls and the operating room, and limiting their inevitable exchanges to relaying patient information.

To her surprise, though the other interns continue to bully her, the residents actually rally behind Lena. Meredith, of course, understands the pain of an inattentive mother, and once she gets behind Lena, the others do as well. They remain courteous to Lillian, perfectly professional, but never engage beyond that.

Lena keeps increasingly to herself, rarely seeking comfort from Lexie and the residents, and never doing so at work. Still, Lexie keeps an eye on her, especially when Lillian corners Lena at the nurses station, while Lena and Lexie are updating their patients' charts.

Lena makes no move to greet her mother, not even lifting her gaze as the taller woman starts making notes in her own charts. The nurses all stare surreptitiously, but Lexie thinks she might be the only one to see the stiffness of Lena's posture.

"You'll be glad to know your brother is doing well," Lillian delivers succinctly as she scribbles notes with an elegant hand. "He's even taken over your father's role in the company. Not that you've bothered to ask."

Lena closes her chart with a snap sharp enough to make Lexie and the nurses jump. Without looking at her mother, she grinds out a terse "I have rounds" through a clenched jaw before turning on her heel and stalking away.

As the days pass, and Lena's tension and anxiety around her mother starts to build, she starts sharing more with Lexie. About her family. How her father had been a raging alcholic, and how her mother had always been brilliant, had always put her career first, and her son second. How Lena had always seemed to fall off her list of priorities.

Lena never truly blamed her, she tells Lexie one night. When her older brother was diagnosed with cancer, it made sense that Lillian's attention would be focused on Lex. She practically lived with Lex at the hospital, leaving Lena to be raised by nannies and other staff. Even when he was home, Lex's condition seemed to consume everything.

There isn't a single happy memory Lena has that isn't punctuated by Lex and his health. Piano recital? Lex's first seizure. Honor roll ceremony? Lex collapsed halfway through congratulating her, resulting in an ambulance ride to the hospital while the driver took Lena home alone.

Even when his cancer went into remission, something else always seemed to pop up in it's place. Lena can't remember a single time Lex has been healthy and pain-free. But even as she says it, a darkness creeps into Lena's voice, the tone of a secret.

"What is it?" Lexie asks.

"On my fifteenth birthday, we had dinner together, as a family. By that point, it was rare for us all to be in the same room, and I was so, so happy. No one was angry, or worried. Everything seemed like it would be all right for once."

Lexie takes Lena's hand, giving it a squeeze. "But..."

"But," Lena confirms, "right as I was about to open my first present, Lex had another seizure. It-- it was a bad one. He fell out of his chair, and hit his head on the way down."

"Oh, Lena...."

"That's not-- that was normal, by then," Lena explains with a shake of her head. "We all knew what to do. When it was over, I was holding Lex's hand while our mother called the hospital, and he..."

Lena trails off, her gaze unfocused, lost in memory. Lexie waits, letting Lena set the pace.

"He smirked at me."

Lexie blinks. "What?"

"He smirked at me," Lena repeats, so quietly it's almost a whisper. "He was usually groggy after a seizure, but before Mother returned, he looked me dead in the eye, and smirked like he had won something."

Lexie watches Lena carefully. Only one thing comes to her mind at this revelation, but she hesitates to voice it out loud. Munchausen.

"I know what you're thinking," Lena says quietly. "And the answer is, I don't know. All I know is that on that day, in that moment, Lex faked that seizure."

"Did you... talk to your mother about it?"

At that, Lena frowns, her gaze darkening. When she nods, the movement doesn't quite hide the quiver of her chin.

"She, uh..." Lena looks down into her coffee cup. "She smacked me, accused me of being selfish, and cruel for even thinking such a thing, and then just... went back to Lex's hospital room."

Lexie leans into Lena's side, offering comfort without interrupting.

"I didn't see her again until my dad's funeral three weeks later. I don't remember much about that day, but... I don't think she looked at me even once."

"So when she missed your white coat ceremony..."

"I didn't need to ask what happened," Lena confirms. "Real or faked, Lex had some sort of episode, and she stayed with him. Just like she always did."

When Lena takes a deep breath, Lexie can hear the heartache and exhaustion.

"I don't know why she's here," Lena whispers. "All I know is that if she stays... I can't."

#greys anatomy au #lexie x lena #lillian at seattle grace #i have quite a few snippets for this arc #be prepared #angst incoming

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k-tarotz · 2 days ago

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Would enhypen be the type to cheat on their s/o? Thank you! 🙏

anon what the hell is this ask 💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

heeseung

ten of cups, justice

no.

he seems to value honest connections and teamwork. he doesn’t exactly have a clear understanding of his emotions all the time, and he still is figuring out love, his likes and dislikes but he wouldn’t do it because it’s against his morals. he was not raised in a way that would allow him to believe that’s alright, if he no longer likes someone he would just break up with them instead of wasting both of their times.

jay

eight of pentacles, queen of pentacles, the devil

nope!

he is the type to prefer dating seriously, even if he does have past connections that might have been short lived. the goal has always been to make it something more than that. in his eyes it doesn’t make any sense to work so hard for something only to destroy it at the end, he would rather treat his partner like a king/queen. he more than likely was cheated on before as well, so he has a very passionate view on why exactly it’s fucked up.

jake

six of cups, four of pentacles, justice

not anymore

it’s like, he might have fantasies of it or have cheated on someone in the past but looking at his current energy it’s a no. there seems to be anxiety in him regarding the topic. it’s more than likely a fear of being blackmailed and of being a bad human. I do think he cheated in the past and just carries that guilt with himself. not completely healed yet, do what you want with this information.

sunghoon

hermit, six of pentacles, king of swords, three of cups, wheel of fortune

no!

his energy is rather like, ‘I would rather stay single and hang with my friends than be in a relationship that toxic’. so to simply put it, he hates the idea of that. maybe if he were in an abusive relationship and he fell in love with someone else, but even then he has more self respect than that. he seems to view it as a deal breaker. it’s like he is aware some people have a thing for that but in his eyes it’s filthy, disrespectful and in a way inhumane. more than likely comes from a personal place. a relationship is for two people, not three or more you know? that’s his view on it.

sunoo

the star, knight of cups, the fool

hell no, to the no no no.. hell no. 🎶

he is so romantic that he would be downright offended if you were to ever ask him this right in his eyes. this boy tends to view love with rose coloured glasses, very idealistic. matter of fact, if he is in love with someone he will more than likely become a little obsessed with the person because he loves them so much he absolutely cannot stop thinking of them. being cheated on might be one of his fears, definitely cried over this before. his boundaries with cheating might also be more strict than the average person but that’s his business.

jungwon

three of pentacles, two of cups, six of pentacles, the world

yes, unfortunately.

now, I expected this to be a no, but oh well. it’s not that he would ever cheat in a healthy, fulfilling relationship, but if he feels suffocated and controlled in a relationship he would just to escape it, to have an excuse for the person to break up with him so he doesn’t have to do it. I don’t think he ever cheated yet, but he would if pushed far enough, especially if the person is controlling. this seems to be a thought that occurred because of the stress that comes from work. ‘if a relationship is this ### hard too I would rather just leave the person’. by no means do I think it’s ok but he has a mind of his own so.

ni-ki

nine of cups, knight of swords, three of wands, nine of swords

no!

he is aware that a lot of people think that he would, but he is different from that. he views manners as important, both in and out of a relationship. I do think he asked himself if he is the type to ever cheat but the question rather made him feel negative emotions, and sort of mad that some people do think he would do that. I do believe that in theory that if someone were to cheat on him he wouldn’t act the most mature about it, but he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to cheat even though he thinks the opposite. to him, it’s a complicated topic that’s at the same time very simple. he is leaning towards a no.

that’s it anon I expected heeseung and jungwon’s to be switched up to be honest with you but oh well. also surprising that ni-ki is confused about this himself but that’s probably because he isn’t the most experienced in love 🤧 don’t take any of the answers to your heart.

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sharp-silver4795 · 1 day ago

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BEN Drowned HCs

I felt like doing some character headcannons so here we are!

Quick warning: THIS IS A LONG POST!! I really like my version of BEN-

Story Elements

⚠️CW!! implied su1c!de, parent divorce, and bullying. I took a few headcanons and a lot of the stories and mashed em together into this mess-

He’s autistic. He struggled a lot as a kid and teen. Especially after his parents divorced, his issues at school seemed to only get worse. He developed some anxiety around being social and tried to stay away from people.

During school he would live with his dad. It was a pretty place. There was a small wooded area behind the neighborhood, but it had a nice clearing with a lake… Ben was too scared to ever go in since he didn’t know how to swim and couldn’t see the bottom.

He got bullied a lot and didn’t have many friends, but found comfort in video games.

He can’t handle being touched and he hates eye contact. The only way he was ever able to communicate was through screens because it made it easier for him.

He loved to get lost in the fantasy of the worlds he played in, especially Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask…

As a young adult, he couldn’t get away from the screens. He felt safe! He felt normal, though hiding from the world.

As time went on, at age 21, he realized he couldn’t live like that. But he was too scared to go… he didn’t want to repeat every other time of his life.

So, he found some chains in his dad’s garage and decided to finally take a ‘swim’ in the lake…

Living in the Screen

So, yes. He’s apart of the Mansion and has the cabin within the Mid-Mansion.

He prefers to live behind the screens though. There’s no sound except the buzzing of the electricity, he’s not having to move around the circuit board, and he has completely privacy.

He’s in the game system, yes, but not too far. It’s almost like he’s in the lights that bring the graphics to life.

He’s not visible unless you put your face right up to the screen. You might see a few green and brown pixels-

That’s BEN.

Social Shocker

Introvert v. Extrovert

He’s pretty quiet and introverted.

Sure, he likes talking to people, and he can strike up a conversation with just about anybody…. But when push comes to shove, at the end of the day…. Leave him alone. Let him sleep in his electronic void.

Friendships

He has a few genuine friends that he holds close: Lost Silver, Dark Link, Neon Spike, Nina the Killer.

Outside of those friends, he doesn’t really hang out with anyone consistently.

Self Esteem

BEN actually has a lot of insecurities.

The water made it so his skin looks like it’s constantly peeling. He’s a sickly bluish green with bleeding eyes and carries chains on his arms and legs.

It makes him feel gross. So, he hides in his electronic void….

Unless he finds one of his “distraction buddies:” Jeff the Killer, Puppeteer, Nathan the Nobody, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, and LJ

These are the ones that he feels he’s better than. If he feels bad in his appearance or skills in murder, why not crush someone in a video game?

Burn Out

Like most people, he can get social burn out- or even video game burn out.

When he’s feeling socially drained he’ll either escape to the screens, or sit with some of the quieter folks.

It seems quite counterproductive to be with people while you’re socially burnt out- but it works for him.

He particularly likes to watch others work on their projects: Jason and his dolls, Liu with metal and woodworking, Helen painting, etc.

Neutrality

You might have noticed that there are members of both the Mansion and the Dungeon in this section.

That’s because the Operator can’t restrict his social life.

It tried to and failed miserably.

It’s not that BEN can move through electronics of any kind- BEN becomes the electronic.

The Operator can’t keep him from getting anywhere and to anyone…

In the Mansion

BEN is really just cybersecurity.

He keeps a tab open for people who he’s told might be getting a bit close to answers.

He’s also the alarm/warning system.

He set up a way to detect if someone who isn’t in the mansion gets within a certain radius, so he notifies the Rebellions.

Murder

BEN has to have his fun too, right?

He likes to challenge his victims and give them a chance at survival.

Basically, it starts by him being summoned (usually by accident).

Then, he gives the typical warning: YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT

After that, he cyber-stalks his victims for a while. Whenever he’s decided he wants to end it, he appears to them again.

He cuts all their power and cell service except for the device they’re on. He challenges them to a game…

If they win, they live. If he wins, they die.

Little does the poor victim know, BEN is a sore loser… in truth, they’re not making it out alive.

They are usually found dead after being electrocuted by their own device. It will be passed off as an electronic malfunction.

Sexuality, Gender, Etc.

He’s not exactly Aromantic, more like gray-romantic. He just doesn’t believe he can be in a relationship.

HE/HIM!! It makes him feel human again and not like a fucking monster.

Divider Creds: sisterlucifergraphics

Header Creds: MEEE!!!

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b1eeding-sun-rambles · 2 days ago

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I think that Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa 2 has STPD (Schizotypal Personality Disorder)

I'm currently rewatching a playthrough of the game to refresh my memory so if I don't include big thing that refutes or corroborates my head canon that's probably why. Also this list is based on both the diagnostic criteria as well as my own personal experiences I know that a lot of his behavior in game can be explained by his frontal Temporal dementia but I just want to reframe his behavior though the lense of STPD as this is a comfort head canon of mine.

Some background information before I go into my list of reasons: schozotypal personality disorder or STPD is a cluster A personality disorder. Cluster A is known as the odd and eccentric cluster and also includes PPD (paranoid personality disorder) and SPD (schizoid personality disorder). As of the most recent DSM the DSM-5 STPD is considered to be part of the schizophrenia spectrum. I also want to make it abundantly clear that I don't think that people who deal with psychosis are all inherently bad people or that everyone with STPD would act in the same way that Nagito does. People with STPD are not a monolith one person's experience is going to be different than someone else's. Also this is just a head canon I'm not trying to claim that the creators made Nagito with the intention of making a character that exhibits symptoms of STPD.

Okay, moving on to comparing symptoms that I believe he exhibits.

1. "Patients with schizotypal personality disorder do not have close friends or confidants, except for 1st-degree relatives. They are very uncomfortable relating to people. They interact with people if they have to but prefer not to because they feel like they are different and do not belong. However, they may say their lack of relationships makes them unhappy. They are very anxious in social situations, especially unfamiliar ones. Spending more time in a situation does not ease their anxiety."

I think this pretty easily relates to Nagito. He doesn't make close friends with anyone on the island (though to be fair they weren't in the best environment for that) and he seemingly has never had any friends even before the game. He has a very difficult time connecting with his classmates in large part due to his insistence on putting them up on pedestals and also just overall off-putting behavior. He doesn't show any anxiety about the situation that they've been put in at the beginning of the game however. In contrast to Hajime's paranoia, Nagito feels relatively laid-back.

2. These patients often incorrectly interpret ordinary occurrences as having special meaning for them (ideas of reference). They may be superstitious or think they have special paranormal powers that enable them to sense events before they happen or to read other people's minds. They may think that they have magical control over others, thinking that they cause other people to do ordinary things (eg, feeding the dog), or that performing magical rituals can prevent harm (eg, washing their hands 3 times can prevent illness).

Okay so this is purely me self projecting and there's not much, if any, evedence in game for Nagito possession magical thinking (and I'm going to atribute that to the fact that we aren't privy to his thought process) but hear me out. His luck cycle is the result of his magical thinking. Firstly, it's entirely possible that he saw a pattern in the good and bad things that were happening to him and attributed it to a fictitious cycle of good luck and bad luck. Now, I hear you saying "what about chapter 5?" and to that I say, I don't know. This is Danganronpa, and I'm seriously overanalyzeing a character who was never meant to be thought this seriously about. I'm going to say that his luck is almost certainly real but the cycle of good luck and bad luck might not be. I mean we see his good luck almost constantly affecting him but we essentially never see his bad luck. In Danganronpa 2.5 we see a world essentially catered to Nagito's internal thought process and there his bad luck is affecting him significantly more than it ever did in the game itself. Also him orchestrating multiple murders in order to see hope shine could be seen as him thinking that his actions can controll or affect things out of his control. Again I think this is my most flimsy argument.

3. Speech may be odd. It may be excessively abstract or concrete or contain odd phrases or use phrases or words in odd ways. Patients with schizotypal personality disorder often dress oddly or in an unkempt way (eg, wearing ill-fitting or dirty clothes) and have odd mannerisms. They may ignore ordinary social conventions (eg, not make eye contact), and because they do not understand usual social cues, they may interact with others inappropriately or stiffly.

So most people with STPD are charicterised as either having a flat affect or an inappropriate affect. I think that an inappropriate affect describes a lot of Nagito's interactions exceptionally well. I feel like I don't need to give examples of this because it's pretty much the entire game lol. As far as dressing oddly, I feel like every Danganronpa character can be described as dressing oddly and Nagito actually dresses pretty normally in comparison. Again I don't really feel like I need examples of Nagito's odd behavior. He's frequently head cannoned as autistic for a reason.

Okay on to the actual diagnostic criteria:

To be diagnosed you have to exhibit:

1. A persistent pattern of intense discomfort with and decreased capacity for close relationships

2. Cognitive or perceptual distortions and eccentricities of behavior

I already explained why I think he exhibits both of these but he also has to exhibit five or more of the following for a diagnosis:

1. Ideas of reference (notions that everyday occurrences have special meaning or significance personally intended for or directed to themselves) but not delusions of reference (which are similar but held with greater conviction)

2. Odd beliefs or magical thinking (eg, believing in clairvoyance, telepathy, or a sixth sense; being preoccupied with paranormal phenomena)

3. Unusual perceptional experiences (eg, hearing a voice whispering their name)

4. Odd thought and speech (eg, that is vague, metaphorical, excessively elaborate, or stereotyped)

5. Suspicions or paranoid thoughts

6. Incongruous or limited affect

7. Odd, eccentric, or peculiar behavior and/or appearance

8.Lack of close friends or confidants, except for 1st-degree relatives

9. Excessive social anxiety that does not lessen with familiarity and is related mainly to paranoid fears

Nagito definitely exhibits numbers 4, 6, 7, and 8. It's hard to say for some of the others because he isn't the pov character but I would argue he likely also experience 1, and 2 with 3, 5 and 9 being less likely. due to his behaviors (but he could easily be masking paranoia) or the fact that there is zero evidence to suggest he is experiencing these things.

This whole thing is by no means me attempting to tell you that you need to adopt the idea that Nagito has STPD but I've been wanting to talk about this for like four years because it's a head canon that means a lot to me. I also want to bring more awareness to non cluster B personality disorders like STPD :)

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mooshie-blue · 3 days ago

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Flow like water

A Bonniecles self indulgent fic

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Bonnie always felt gross, both inside and out, they always let their brain rot away with terrible thoughts about their body or mind.

It wasn’t ever easy to escape such things. Once a thought came in it was impossible for Bonnie to let it go. They’d become so focused on it that they would forget to take care of themselves.

And with the handful of missions that Bonnie and the Octonauts are given almost daily, it gave Bonnie even less time to do so.

They lay in bed, as they always did when they weren’t in the library, The weird itchy feeling on their skin, and their unkempt hair bothered them so much but they didn’t have the energy to take care of it.

Bonnie just sat quietly, waiting for something to happen, whether it was someone sounding the Octo-alert, the Vegimals handing out a fresh batch of kelp-cakes. It’s not like Bonnie was desperate for adventure or anything, they just wanted their thoughts to shut up for once.

Up in the HQ, Barnacles, and Dashi monitored the creatures that surrounded the Octopod with all their varying splendor. Shellington was checking in on Peso and Kwazii who were out on a mission to collect samples for research purposes. Not a day goes by where Captain Barnacles forgets to thank his lucky stars to have taken Professor Inkling’s offer to be where he is now.

The beauty and majesty of the vast ocean truly spoke to him, ever since Captain Barnacles was a little cub, his great love was exploring every nook and cranny of the world around him, he loved learning, he loved swimming, he loved the whole world around him, and now he gets to see the beautiful blue ocean every single day, he has the pleasure of waking up to the sight of various marine animals swimming beside his window. It’s all he could ever want.

After another hour of keeping watch for any trouble on the reef, Captain Barnacles decided it was a good time for a break. He stepped back from his port in the HQ and turned to Dashi and Shellington. “I’ll be on break to check up on a few things, please let me know if you two need anything.”

“Will do, Captain.” They both replied. Dashi checked the computer screens for any sort of weather updates, and Shellington sent a map to guide Peso and Kwazii.

“Excellent.” Captain Barnacles smiled and headed down the Octo-chute. Bonnie’s absence wasn’t really a surprise, he knew they kept to themselves most of the time. Even around the Captain himself, Bonnie would hide in their own shell, but that didn’t mean they didn’t like him.

Bonnie loved everyone on the Octopod. They felt safe in the mighty ship, it was their home with a team they respected, but so much self doubt prevented them from ever being honest, they didn’t know how the other Octonauts felt, they couldn’t read their minds, if they could it would make things a lot easier.

The safest option in Bonnie’s mind was to just lock themselves away from everyone unless they were needed.

Bonnie curled up in their bed, wishing their thoughts could go away. They lightly gripped their covers in frustration at the constant battle in their mind that never seemed to end.

“My love, are you alright?” Barnacles’ gentle voice echoed through the door followed by a knock.

Bonnie let out an incomprehensible noise, it sounded like they were trying to talk but wanted to cry. Which made the polar bear worry more. “Bonnie?”

His partner sat up and quietly wrapped themselves in their warm, safe blanket prison. Pangs of anxiety shot through Bonnie’s neglected body, or was it hunger? They couldn’t tell the difference anymore. They didn’t know how to tell Captain Barnacles how bad they felt, anytime it got this bad to the point of skipping meals or baths. They didn’t want to bring the team down.

“May I come in, Bonnie?” Barnacles pleaded, “Please let me in, dear..” his voice was warm as ever even with worry painted in.

Bonnie reluctantly crawled over to the screen and tapped it, which split the crease and opened the door. Barnacles looked up at Bonnie, who hadn’t even changed out of their pajamas, their eyes were sunken and heavy, whether it was from crying or a lack of sleep was anyone’s guess, their hair was matted and tangled, though it looked as though Bonnie barely brushed it earlier. They couldn’t bring themselves to speak.

Barnacles expression softened, his eyes gleamed with understanding “one of those days again, dear?” He asked.

Bonnie nodded and plopped back down on their bed. The little polar bear sat next to them “Have you eaten?” He gently took their hand and rubbed their knuckles with his thumb. Bonnie shook their head again and their eyes welled.

“I see.” He held their hand tighter “And have you bathed?” He noticed Bonnie’s constant itching and squirming, they must’ve felt so uncomfortable and gross, but Barnacles never changed his mind about how much he loved them.

“No, I haven’t.” Bonnie mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Their mind still cursing with thoughts of possible disappointment or anger from the Captain. Yes, such ideas were irrational and stupid, but that didn’t make them any less present.

“I was doing so well..” Bonnie lamented, their voice started to break. “I was going on missions, but I’m back where I started.. I’m so tired.”

Captain Barnacles solemnly watched as Bonnie struggled. It always ached him, he wasn’t new to this quiet shell Bonnie kept themselves in.

But he wasn’t gonna let Bonnie rot, and he wasn’t going to leave them all alone, not ever. He gently put his paw on their back “Would you like me to help you, dear? I can run you a bath and make you some lunch, we can all have the rest of the day off.” He offered with a kind smile.

They looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Why would you..” they paused. “But why?”

“Because I care about you, Bonnie, no matter how you see yourself, I adore you and everything you are, no matter how messy or ugly you see yourself as.” Barnacles spilled his heart out in front of them, he’d do it countless times if he had to. “Please let me help you.”

The fear and guilt in Bonnie’s heart subsided as Barnacles offered his paw. Their eyes welled with tears and they swiftly held the small bear in their arms and cried against his warm embrace. They felt so stupid.

“I have you, dear. It’s okay. You never upset me.” His voice warmed the coldness of Bonnie’s heart away, if not just a little.

“I’m sorry.” They sobbed against his chest, “Captain I’m so sorry for hiding so much, and I’m sorry I keep crying like this.”

“Bonnie please don’t apologize for being this way, this job, all of life as a whole, it’s hard, that’s why we must confide in each other.” Barnacles gently held their cheek and kissed their lips. “You shouldn’t have to suffer in silence, if I’m being honest I’m still trying to learn that. I can’t blame you for being stuck like this, all I can do is help pull you out and that’s what I want to do, now.”

“Please help me, Bear..” Bonnie finally whispered. “I hate how gross I feel right now.”

“Of course dear, pick out some clothes and I’ll get the bath ready.” He stepped back and smiled at them. Bonnie obliged and got out of bed as Barnacles left the room, a smile on his face.

Before heading to the bathroom, Barnacles made his way to the kitchen, where the vegimals were sorting through the cook book, brainstorming ideas for Dinner and putting away clean dishes.

He walked in and gently cleared his throat “Excuse me, Vegimals?”

The little critters paused their activity and turned their attention to the captain. Tunip waddling over front and center. “Yes, Cappy?”

“I’d like you to make a warm bowl of pesto kelp noodles for Bonnie, with sun dyed tomatoes just as they like it” The Captain ordered, Tomminow worriedly approached him “Mama?”

Barnacles gave a comforting smile “Don’t worry, Tomminow, Bonnie will be okay, they’re just not feeling well, I’m doing what I can to help, I promise.”

Tominow hugged him for reassurance. “Help Mama, please..” she begged, the polar bear knelt down and hugged her right back “I promise, Tomminow, on my honor, I’ll take care of Bonnie, as their partner and as an Octonaut, don’t any of you worry about a thing.” He stood back up and smiled.

Tomminow nodded, then the vegimals all scattered to different parts of the kitchen, grabbing different items as they prepared the pesto kelp noodles.

With that, Captain Barnacles and walked off to the bathroom, Bonnie was already standing beside the door with some clothes. He sheepishly opened the door “I’m sorry, dear, I had to make a quick detour, the vegimals are preparing lunch for you.”

Bonnie nodded “I understand.” They opened the door and walked in, Barnacles followed close behind, Bonnie sat aside as he got the bath ready “Warm or cold?”

“Warm, please?” Bonnie requested as Barnacles turned the knobs to the tub and placed the plug over the drain

As the water ran, Captain Barnacles grabbed a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, along with body wash and bubble bath.

As the water rose, he poured some bubble bath in and ran his paw along the water so the bubbles could spread, Bonnie watched silently. Barnacles smiled the whole time he spent preparing the bath.

Bonnie removed their clothes and when the tub filled, they carefully sat down. The warm, soapy water cascaded against their stressed skin, they let out a sigh and lay back, completely engulfed in pleasure from the cleanliness to come.

Barnacles watched with love, he wordlessly let Bonnie enjoy the moment, it always bought him a great deal of joy to help.

Bonnie opened their eyes and smiled. “That feels.. so good..” they sighed.

“Glad it does, Bonnie.” Captain Barnacles let a chuckle escape from his muzzle. “Just relax, my love, let me take care of you.” He gently cupped some water with his paws and very lightly rinsed Bonnie’s hair.

“You always do, Bear.” Bonnie looked at him with a playful smile. Barnacles smiled right back at them. “I’m always happy to take care of you, dear. You mean more to me than anything else.”

Barnacles began rinsing Bonnie’s hair, the sound of the water dripping and pouring filled the room, but it was a comfortable atmosphere.

Bonnie’s hair, while weighted with the water had fallen gently costing the sides of their face, Captain Barnacles gently moved their bangs away with his paw. Bonnie kissed his nose and smiled.

“Are you ready for Shampoo?” He asked, his cheeks slightly red from Bonnie’s little kiss. They responded with a nod.

Captain Barnacles took the shampoo bottle and poured a little into his paws, then, he gently lathered it against their scalp, he hummed a soft tune as he tended to Bonnie, giving them this sort of care was always an honor to him. No matter what Bonnie thought of themselves, Barnacles was always happy to jump in and take care of them, or help them with anything they need.

As Barnacles massaged Bonnie’s scalp, Bonnie wondered for a moment about him. “Bear, I don’t think I’ve met anyone as passionate about the ocean as you, why is that?”

His heart practically glowed with joy, one of his great loves was the ocean, it was his home, as long as he was with the Octonauts of course.

“If I’m being honest, I feel free when I’m in the sea, it’s big and it’s beautiful.” He began. “Even as a cub, all I ever wanted to do was swim, in a strange way it felt like it was easier to get along with the sea creatures than other polar bears, it just feels right being in the ocean.”

Bonnie tilted their head “you didn’t get along with other Polar Bears?” They asked, wondering about what possible reasons Barnacles would have to not get along with someone, let alone other polar bears.

“Oh, we didn’t fight or anything, I just felt like I didn’t belong.” He confessed “For many different reasons, for one, I don’t like eating meat, but I’m sure you already know that. I’ve never had the hunting instinct, not since I was really little.”

Bonnie had noticed that the dishes served on the octopod barely included meats of any kind. It was all Vegetarian dishes. even the fish biscuits that were made to deter predators came from stuff like tofu.

They lay their head back as Barnacles rinsed the shampoo from their hair and continued talking:

“Another reason, well. I just never really fit in, you see, I’m autistic, Bonnie. I’m sure that speaks for itself.” Barnacles added. “I didn’t want to repress who I was. I tried to, because I felt lonely and I wanted to be friends, but it never felt right to be someone I’m not. The only polar bears who liked me were my mother, my sister, and some of the polar scouts.”

Bonnie knew all too well what that was like. That’s why they repressed themselves around so many people. They never thought the issue of being judged for being autistic would spread to the arctic amongst polar bears.

“But when I’m here, on the octopod with you all, I feel like I’m home, I AM home here.” He smiled fondly, thinking of the family he found on his journey of being the captain of the Octonauts.

“I know what it’s like.” Bonnie spoke up.

Barnacles’ ear twitched as he listened. “I mean you already know I’m autistic, When I was really little it wasn’t hard to talk to people, in fact, I loved being around people, everytime I had the chance to talk to someone knew, especially someone my age, I’d take it.”

Barnacles listened as Bonnie shared a piece of themselves with him. Bonnie had always been a quiet, vulnerable person but this brought a new light.

Bonnie ran their hands through the tub water, gently scooping up bubbles and suds. “But as we all got older, especially after I turned 10, I began to notice how different I was, I noticed that teachers had to focus a little more on me when I was upset, I just new I was different, I thought it was just ADHD.”

Bonnie put their hands back in the water and Barnacles tilted his head with concern. “After I was told I was also autistic, whether it was good for me or not, I just stopped trying. I didn’t want freinds anymore, some part of me did, but in everyone’s eyes and, honestly my own, I was too much, I just understood that no one was gonna like me.”

Bonnie stuttered a little before turning to Captain Barnacles, who looked back with pity. “And, that- that’s why I’m so quiet, people like me when I’m quiet.”

“Sorry..” Bonnie sighed.

Captain Barnacles gently took their hand, his heart ached painfully for his partner. “Thank you for telling me this, Bonnie. and you never have to worry about any of that while you’re here.”

“I know, but it’s hard to let myself believe that.” Bonnie looked down.

“It can be hard, yes.” Barnacles admitted “It’s never easy to beleive good things after years of believing you’re bad, but that’s why you need to surround yourself with people who love you.”

Bonnie looked at him again

“Don’t forget, Dear.” He tenderly kissed their head. “I adore you.”

“I love you too.” Bonnie sighed.

Barnacles grabbed the conditioner and lathered it up in Bonnie’s hair. His paws ever so gentle, as they always were. “If you’d like, maybe we can spend the rest of the day together?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Bonnie began to smile as Barnacles lathered the conditioner some more “You’re beautiful, Bonnie.”

“Oh don’t start that..” Bonnie mumbled as they looked away in embarrassment.

“I already have, darling.” He grabbed the body wash and looked at Bonnie for a moment. “May I?” He held up the loofah.

With Bonnie’s permission and their arm out, Barnacles began tenderly scrubbing their arm.

“Do you miss the arctic?” Bonnie asked as Captain Barnacles cleaned their body. The scrubbing slowed to a stop. And Barnacles glanced at Bonnie, he grew a bittersweet smile and sighed.

“Of course I do.” He gently put the loofah aside. His attention still focused on Bonnie. “There’s a lot to miss, doesn’t matter what happened back there.” He smiled.

Bonnie felt a twinge of tension hover over their shoulders. They hesitantly reached for Captain Barnacles’ paw. But with the stillness of the air practically screaming at them to not dare call his attention, they put their hand back in the water.

“Please don’t worry about it, Bonnie.” He took their another arm and tenderly scrubbed away with the loofah. Bonnie looked away with guilt. Their hand rested on their knee, fingernails barely digging in the skin. Bonnie’s unkempt fingernails and shallow breathing really stuck out now.

“Sorry..” Bonnie croaked out while avoiding eye contact. Noticing Barnacles’ vacant expression.

“Don’t be. you’re okay, dear.” He responded bluntly. The loofah against their skin moving more fervently.

“But you aren’t.”

Barnacles felt his mind shut down. He hated those words. He refused to look at Bonnie, if their words put him to a hault, what would their expression do?

“This isn’t about me, Bonnie.” He grimaced. “We can talk about that later, dear.”

Later probably wouldn’t come, Bonnie’s heart thumped in their chest, it wouldn’t be fair to leave the captain in the dark. Bonnie swallowed their pride and gently took his paw. “Captain.” Bonnie began. “Look, you don’t have to tell me anything, I can’t control your feelings, and I can’t make you talk about them.”

Barnacles mouth hung open and he tilted his head at Bonnie’s outburst. Could it be an outburst? Or was it a declaration?

“But you never have to hide how you feel. I know I’m no good at comforting people, all I can really do is listen, but I’d be happy to listen to you, about anything.” Bonnie paused and their cheeks turned red. “I really like your voice, it’s pretty.. and I love you.”

Their eyes half lidded and their smile sincere. Bonnie placed a hand on Captain Barnacles soft cheek, which was also a cute shade of pink at this point, and sighed before kissing his open lips.

Barnacles kept his hands on the tub and his feet firmly in place, but his heart was beating at a million miles an hour and his mind burnt to a crisp. Bonnie’s lips, no matter how used to them he was, always tasted like what love felt like. God, he loved them more than he could ever know or understand.

He felt Bonnie gently pull away from the sweet gesture and gazed to them with shock and adoration. “Darling..” he breathed out, he leaned forward as if he was under some sort of spell.

Bonnie smiled back at his love struck stupor. They rested their head on their arms and studied his features. His eyes hung half lidded and he smiled adoringly.

“You’re wonderful, dear. You always know how to take my breath away.” Barnacles chuckled a little at the end.

“You’re the one lending it to me, Bear.” Bonnie lay back, and Barnacles gleefully continued cleaning Bonnie, they spent the next few minutes enjoying eachothers words and laughter, Bonnie and Barnacles both feeling just as loved as before.

Once late noon came to pass, Bonnie was in the kitchen, eating the pesto kelp noodles that were requested earlier, they didn’t feel the constant itchy or the shame anymore, just then, Captain Barnacles walked in with two mugs. “Feeling better, dear?” He approached them and set one of the mugs down and sat beside them at the table.

“I am, thank you, what about you, Bear?” Bonnie took a sip of the tea on their mug, most of the Octonauts drank hot cocoa, but Bonnie hated it, as they believed drinks should be cold. So they usually had tea.

“Better.” Barnacles simply replied. “Thank you for that, by the way.” He looked at the hot cocoa in his mug “What you said meant a lot to me, but I’d appreciate some patience with my feelings, dear? I’ve never been good with that.” He asked, his expression ad kind as ever.

“I’ll be patient , just like you are with me.” Bonnie gently kissed his head.

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