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Aug 5

How do you think bullseye would feel about body hair?? I don't mean just a bush, I'm talking arm, pit, leg, nipples, happy trails. want to know your 2 cents if you have any on offer XD

I’m going to keep it so real with you dog if bullseye is fixated on you bro does not give a FUCK what kinda of body hair you bro is going to do everything he can to get his tongue and teeth ALLLLL over you

for better or for worse

13eyond13elief

Aug 4

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Help me, help you | Ben Pointdexter part 2

Summary: After kissing Bullseye, he’s been coming by to see you more.

Word count: 3.2k

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, implied sex, possessive!Dex, mentions of murder

Note: Got an idea for a part 2 so here it is. I really like part one so I hope this one does it justice!

Part 1

Masterlist

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Since you kissed Bullseye, well Tony- no Dex, he’s been coming by your place more often.

And yes, he did buy you a pint of strawberry ice cream to replace the one that melted while you were too busy getting to learn each other’s bodies.

He comes by to get his wounds treated, but also to hang out or fuck. He’s great in bed. Crazy and rough, but great. He mostly gets in using the window when he comes to see you. Even if he’s not in the Bullseye suit, he prefers the fire escape to the inside stairs. You don’t react anymore when you hear the window slide open in your living room. You’re used to it by now.

You go out to grab lunch together sometimes. It’s one of the only occasions when he’ll come knocking on your door. That and to go for runs by the East River. He adapts to your work schedule to see you during the day. If he comes by in the evenings or at night, he comes by when he pleases.

You like to watch movies so he’s started joining you a few months back. You also have a tv series you watch only when you’re together. You’d binge-watch a few episodes without him sometimes, but you’re scared he’ll find out when you don’t react as you’re watching it again with him.

Sometimes he shows up with takeout for dinner, completely disregarding if you had plans already. Sometimes you make plans in advance to see each other, but most of the time, he shows up with no heads up and you go along with it. You make plans on the spot, or you don’t and just chill in your apartment.

You never went to his apartment. Even if he lives just a floor below, he doesn’t want you to come down. Maybe it’s for the best you think, cause you know the type of things he does. Maybe he doesn’t want to risk being attacked at home while you’re there. Anyways, you prefer to be in your home. You like being home, in your things, and you like Dex’s company. He makes every day a little better when he comes by.

You like talking about songs you’ve discovered recently, or making him taste one of the recipes you tried during the day. Occasionally, he’ll massage your neck and back. He always finds the knots in your muscles and makes you feel better. It always turns into sex, but you can’t complain.

So yeah, Dex comes by way more often now.

But he never stays the night. Ever. That seems to be his limit. It’s not like you’re a couple, you’ve never had that conversation. You see it more as casual dating than a relationship. You like his company. You like him. You don’t think he sees you as his girlfriend, but you don’t think he’s seeing anyone else. There’s no way to know for sure, but between the time he spends with you and his Bullseye adventures there isn’t that much time left to invest in another person.

Conclusion: You’re exclusive.

You don’t mind it, but you wouldn’t mind putting a label on the relationship either. It’s not like you’re interested in getting to know anyone else anyway, so making this relationship official wouldn’t do any harm. You actually want to take that next step.

If you were seeing anyone else, you’d just ask to define the relationship, but Dex isn’t just anyone. He’s got a different approach to doing things, a different approach to life. Everything needs to be a particular way- his way. You’ve learned that over the months. You truly don’t mind, it’s just one of those quirks that make you love-no, like him more.

Dex isn’t seeing anyone else. How could he? You’re the only thing he thinks about. Ever since choosing you to take care of his back wounds, he hasn’t stopped thinking, dreaming, and fantasizing about you. Dex has never had this type of relationship. A relationship where two people care for one another. He never thought he’d have one, after all he’s fucked up. He knows it, he’s accepted it. But so have you. You accepted him. Totally. And Dex doesn’t want to risk that.

He doesn’t want to risk scaring you by talking about his past, his stories, his missions and his dark thoughts. He loves your presence too much. So when you hang out, he’s always asking about you. How your day went, how you’re doing. If there’s something you’d like to try or do together. When you return the questions, he either shuts them down, changes the subject or gives you a classic “I’m good” or “nothing much”. He can’t risk what you have, whatever it is that you two have. It means too much for him. You mean too much to him.

That’s why he’s decided not to spend the night. Ever. He had marked that as his limit after that first night you spent together. That first night, you had fallen asleep first and he didn’t know if he should stay or go, so he left in the middle of the night. And that’s where he drew the line, setting his limit at sleeping over. And a limit is good, it dictates what he can and can’t do to keep what you built over the months together safe.

Watch a movie at your place? Can do.

Confess his darkest fantasies? Can’t do.

Buy you a little something- like a single flower, a pastry, or an album that reminds him of you- from time to time to show his affection? Can do!

Tell you he killed his baseball coach, not by accident, when he was younger? No.

Offer to wash your back in the shower and wash your hair? Yes.

Spending the night? Definitely can’t do.

To anyone else, those rules wouldn’t make any sense. But to Dex, it’s those limits that guide him through life with you.

For Dex, sleeping over would mean too much. If he starts spending the night, what will he do next? Follow you to work to make sure nobody attacks you? He’s thought of it many times but he always refrains from doing it. If he starts sleeping over, he’d probably start to slip up and express his emotions and what he feels -truly feels- inside. Would he tell you that he wants to kill every guy who looks at you a second too long when you go on a run? Would he tell you he almost killed the last waiter you had at the diner cause he openly flirted with you? Would he tell you he absolutely would kill your boss if you only implied you’d like him to. Would he tell you he’d love to keep you only to himself, not letting you see anyone else but him (not that you see many other people anyway)? What if he slips up and tells you he thinks this is love, but that he’s unsure cause he’s never felt it or experienced it before? What is he says or does something that makes you think he’s pathetic, nothing more than a loser? Or worse, what if he says or does something that scares you? He couldn’t live with that. Seeing you fear him would destroy him, it’d be the end of Dex. He can’t risk that.

He thinks if he opens that door, if he opens that can of worms, he won’t be able to stop himself. If he steps over the line, we will lose himself in the relationship.

He already is, but still, he’s fixed his limit and he’s respecting it. For now.

The thought of sleeping over has been on his mind for a while now. What would it feel like to cuddle with you all night, sleep next to you and wake up with you in his arms? He wonders. He wonders so much that he’s decided to try it. Just once. He decided that if it feels wrong, he’ll just go back to his limit and say it was a mistake. Of course it won’t feel wrong, nothing ever feels wrong with you. But still, Dex reassures himself by thinking he’s only bending that rule once. Just to try it. Once.

Dex came over last night, you watched a movie and you slept together. That’s not unusual.

You wake up in bed, a hand on your abdomen. A strong arm wrapped around you. That’s unusual.

You try to lift the arm from your body to get up.

“Don’t go.” His voice is hoarse, he clearly just woke up.

You whisper, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

He lifts his arm, “Be quick then.”

You get up and enter the bathroom. You register what’s happening. Dex is in your bed. Dex slept over. He never does. You don’t understand why he’s still here. Not that you mind, it’s just not what you’re used to. And you don’t want to get used to it, cause this is probably a one-time thing. A mistake. He probably just fell asleep as he was planning on leaving.

You don’t want to get used to it cause you know you’ll be sad if this is just a one-time thing, cause you like him. A lot. And you like having him in your bed. You remember cuddling last night, but don’t remember saying good night or bye to him. You fell asleep, assuming he’d leave like always, getting out using your living room window.

He clearly didn’t, cause he’s in your bed. Right now. You didn’t imagine it, cause when you get out of the bathroom, he’s there, lying face down on your bed. It’s 5:00 a.m. Yeah, you’re going back to sleep.

You’re not even fully lying down that his hand is on you.

“Come here”, he pulls you by the waist until your back is flush against his chest.

It’s 5, maybe he’ll leave before you wake up again. Does he sometimes stay but leave before you wake up? It would be the type of thing Dex does. It wouldn’t be out of character. You’re pretty sure he once came over during the night to watch you sleep. He didn’t touch you or anything, but you felt his presence. You never said anything, but you’re 99% sure he did.

You wake up again, this time at 8:00, and that strong arm is still around you, holding you close. He really spent the night. It’s not an accident.

He acts as if this isn’t the first time you’re waking up together in your bed. In any bed for that matter.

He starts kissing your neck. You can’t shake the thought of him sleeping over. This never happens. Why did he spend the night? Why did he suddenly decide he should? After months of drifting to sleep next to him only to wake up to an empty bed, why start sleeping over now?

You want to enjoy the kisses he’s planting on your shoulder now, but you want answers. You can’t think of anything else. You turn to face him, he immediately starts kissing your collarbone.

“You never stay the night”, the statement escapes your lips before you can think of a better way to approach this conversation.

He shoots his head up, his eyes meeting your septic ones. You look confused. His defences go up immediately, “Yeah- I know.” You don’t say anything. “Should I leave?”

You sit up in the bed. “No, I’m just stating a fact. You never stay the night. We’ve been seeing each other- or whatever you want to call what we’ve been doing for months- and you never sleep over.”

He doesn’t speak, but he sits up too, clearly giving you his undivided attention.

“I just want to know if I should expect this again or if this was a one-time thing”

He raises an eyebrow, “Do you want this to be a one-time thing?”

You mimic his facial expression, “Do you?”

You’re challenging him. You’re always the one giving your opinion first. It’s time he speaks his mind, instead of just agreeing with whatever you say. You don’t mind when it’s to choose a movie, a restaurant or to decide the time you go on a run, but now it’s important to you that he shares how he feels.

Dex realizes this will make or break what you have. Either he’ll tell you and you’ll jump in his arms and kiss him, or he’ll tell you and you’ll ask him to leave and he’ll oblige- heartbroken.

Since becoming Bullseye, Dex hasn’t been scared, not even for a second. He doesn’t feel fear when he goes out to fight, he doesn’t fear the unknown or the consequences of his actions. But right now, in this exact instant, sitting in front of you, looking into your beautiful eyes, he’s terrified. For a second, he remembers what he felt when Dr. Mercer told him she was gonna die. He remembers thinking he was gonna be all alone once she passed. And he was, until he found you. So yes, he’s petrified he’ll lose you, but he knows this is the time to tell you how he feels. It’s clear you want honesty from him in this moment.

So he takes the leap, “I don’t.”

When you don’t scream at him to leave, he continues. He figures he might as well say it all.

“I want to wake up next to you. I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to hold you in my arms as you tell me about your day. I want to make breakfast for you. I’ll make your bed before we leave for the day, I’ll fill up your water bottle, making sure you have everything. I want to make sure your work laptop is plugged in and that all the locks are secured before joining you in bed for the night. I want to care for you, like you do for me”

He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He looks at you and his shoulders tense up again. He just told you his peace of mind, now it’s time to hear what you have to say.

This is it- your response will change everything forever. Dex hopes it’ll change for the best. That he’ll get even more of you. That you want him as much as he wants you, even if he doesn’t think that’s possible. He thinks it’s not humanly possible to want someone as much as he wants you. At this point, it’s not even a want, it’s a need. He needs you. He needs you to survive, to feel alive.

“I want the same thing, Dex. I want you to tell me how you feel. I want you to tell me about your missions- your good deeds, as you call them. I want to know what goes on in your head, what you’re thinking about. I care for you Dex, I do, but I need more. I need you to let me in.”

You need more? He can give you that. You need him to let you in? He wants to, he really wants to, but he’s scared.

He confesses, “I want to let you in, but what if you don’t like what you see? What if you don’t like me anymore once you see the real me?”

“Dex, I’ve got a pretty good idea of what you do. You did threaten me the first night you came in, breaking into my apartment. I know you’ve done some things, some awful things, but I don’t care what you do. I care about who you are. About how you make me feel.”

He remembers that first night he broke into your apartment. You didn’t look scared of him, so why would you be now? Why would you be scared after months of being with him everyday? If you weren’t scared that first time, you’ll probably never be. Not now that you know him.

As soon as Dex realizes you feel the same way as him, his fear turns into cockiness. He’s still Dex, but with the confidence he possesses when he dresses up as Bullseye. He grins, “And how do I make you feel?”

“You make me feel…” Two can play at that game. “Good.” You say it as if you said: “average”.

Good? Just good?

He raises an eyebrow, “That’s all I get?” He sounds disappointed.

You smile, “Okay you got me, you make me feel alive, seen and loved. I feel great when you’re around!”

Loved? Yeah he loves you but he’s never told you. Should he tell you? No, not now. One thing at a time. This is already a big step, no need to add anything.

“Yeah, that’s better. You’re lucky I love you, cause that first answer almost made me leave.”

Well shit, he just did. Not that he realizes. He does, but too late. He realizes what he’s saying as the words leave his mouth. He hopes you don’t catch on. He hopes the words fly straight over your head.

But you stop moving for a second and it’s a dead giveaway. You registered what he just said.

You look at him, eyes wide. Your surprise turns into a smile quickly when you realize he didn’t mean to say it. It’s obvious on his face that he let it slip by accident.

You steal a kiss, planting your lips on his. You rest both your hands on his cheeks.

“I love you too, Dex”

He relaxes and kisses you again.

You say it again, you want to make sure he hears you. “I love you.”

He smiles, “I love you too.”

He grabs your waist, pulling you over him until you straddle him. You rest your hands on his shoulders.

“You’re mine.” He kisses your neck. “And I’m yours”. You moan as he sucks on the sweet spot of your neck.

He pulls back to look in your eyes, “Say it back,” his voice is low and demanding.

You smile at his possessiveness. “I’m yours Dex. And you’re mine. Forever.”

That makes his eyes sparkle. You kiss him once before pulling back to tease him.

You grin, “How about breakfast? You said you’d make me breakfast.”

You see his eyes go dark, “Breakfast can wait. I want to officially make you mine.”

The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine. You love it when he takes control.

He looks at you, as if asking confirmation that you’re okay with it. You are sure that if you tell him you’d prefer breakfast to sex, he’d jump out of bed in a heartbeat to get in the kitchen.

“Yeah, breakfast can wait.”

And that’s all he needs to go absolutely crazy in the sheets.

Did you imagine a vigilante breaking into your home would turn into the relationship you’ve always dreamed of? No. And is it truly the relationship you’ve always dreamed you’d have? Also no. But you wouldn’t change this for anything in the world. You don’t need anything else, Dex is your world. Just like you’re his entire world- no- his entire universe. You’re everything to him and now he gets to be everything to you.

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