Lenna

21yo, Brazilian

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Hiii could you write Dex with an insecure girlfriend? Like her mentality is so “He’s so handsome why is he with me” and stuff

Not hiding anymore

Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader

warning: insecure reader, fluff

The thought followed you everywhere these days. It slipped into your head whenever Dex’s hand settled at the small of your back, whenever women you don’t know glanced at him a second too long.

He was beautiful. His face, his body, fuck, everything about him was beautiful. The way his face harmonizes together. Just… everything!

And then there was you.

You had spent so much time convincing yourself that he would eventually realize he could do better that you had almost started treating it like a fact rather than a fear.

Dex noticed the change before you ever said a word. The way you looked away whenever someone complimented him. The way your pulse jumped whenever you caught the eyes of a stranger on him. Lust written all over their faces.

You were sitting together on the couch when he finally spoke.

“You’ve been avoiding my eye contacts.” The statement caught you off guard. It shouldn’t catch you off guard because you knew that he over analyzed everything.

“What?”

“You’ve been doing it for twelve days.”

“Twelve-” You blinked. Has it really been that long?

“Twelve.” There wasn’t even a hint of uncertainty in his voice. You stared at him for a moment before looking down at your hands. Dex waited until you said something but nothing followed. Eventually the words slipped out of your mouth.

“I don’t know.” A blant lie. You knew why you had been avoiding his eye contact for so long.

“You do.” You swallowed and look down, not wanting to meet his eyes. He knew that you know the reason for all this. And for a second he thought that he was the problem.

“It’s stupid.”

“I didn’t say it was.” Yeah thanks Dex…

His expression remained the same, silence stetching between you. Then quietly you admitted it.

“Sometimes I don’t understand why you’re with me.”

The room became so quiet, it felt uncomfortable. You immediately regretted saying it.

“It sounds ridiculous, I know, but you’re…” You laughed weakly. “Look at you, Dex.”

His eyebrows pulled together. You continued before you could stop yourself.

“You’re attractive and confident and people notice you everywhere we go and I just keep thinking one day you’re going to realize you settled for me and leave me.” You stop to take a deep breath before you continued. “Like maybe you just haven’t noticed yet that I am not the person you want to spend your time with.”

For a second, Dex simply stared. Then he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

“You think I haven’t noticed?”

“What?” You frowned but you’re not completely shocked.

“I know exactly what you look like.” His gaze stayed fixed on you. The bluntness of the response made your face heat immediately.

“Dex-” He cuts you off before you can say anything further.

“No.” His voice wasn’t harsh. Oh my, it was anything but harsh.

“I know what your face looks like when you’re trying not to laugh. I know how you wrinkle your nose when you’re annoyed. I know the sound of your footsteps compared to everyone elses and I know how much you love taking care of stray cats.” His eyes never left yours while he was saying all these beautiful stuff. “I know you always move closer when you’re tired even though you pretend you’re not affectionate.”

“I notice things.” The statement carried a weight that made it impossible to argue with him.

“You act like I ended up here without me wanting it,” he continued quietly. “Like I somehow missed all the other options.”

A bitter laugh escaped you. “That’s not what I-”

“It is.” His jaw tightened at the thought of you putting yourself down. For the first time, something vulnerable slipped through his body “And it’s wrong.”

“I chose you.” The words landed harder than anything else had. Dex reached for your hand. His thumb brushed across your knuckles.

“If I wanted someone else, I’d be with someone else.” You looked down.

“But-”

“No.” He cuts you off again but this time firmly. You looked back up to find him already watching you.

“I don’t stay where I don’t want to be.” There was something almost painfully honest in the statement. You know that Dex is honest. He wasn’t the type of person who remained out of obligation. He never had been and never will be.

“So stop deciding what I should want for me.”Your breath caught. His fingers tightened around yours.

“I know exactly who I’m with and I love where I am.” For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then, quieter this time, he added. “And for the record, every time you look at me and wonder why I’m with you, I’m usually wondering why you’re still putting up with me. Why you’re with me.”

You stared, trying to process everything he just said. Dex immediately looked annoyed with himself for admitting that. Which somehow made you smile and the tension finally eased from your shoulders.

“What’s funny?” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You are funny.”

“That wasn’t a joke.” He sighed.

“I know.” But when you leaned against him a second later, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer without a word, holding you there with the same certainty he’d used all evening. He gently kisses your temple and rests his head against yours.

“You’re it for me. Never say that again about yourself.” He quietly said. “Never hide from me anymore.”

[dontyouworrydaddy]

hiii pretty please dex w a very shy reader. her blushing at every compliment he gives her

His pretty Woman

Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader

warning: fluff!

A/N: If Dex ever complimented me just know I’d jump on him.

You were sitting on the kitchen counter while Dex made coffee, one leg swinging against the cabinet below. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of the coffee maker and the occasional clink of a mug against the countertop. It was one of those mornings where neither of you had anywhere urgent to be.

You were halfway through scrolling on your phone when you noticed him looking at you. I mean, Dex looked at you a lot.

What was unusual was that he’d stopped what he was doing entirely. He was standing in front of the coffee machine with one hand resting on the counter, gaze fixed on you with that intense focus that made it feel like he was studying every detail at once.

You lowered your phone. “What?”

His eyes flicked briefly to your face before he answered.

“Your hair looks beautiful today.” You blinked.

“Oh.” You say and Dex nodded once, as if that settled the matter, then turned back toward the coffee maker. Meanwhile, your brain completely stopped functioning.

Because the thing was, you hadn’t done anything special. You’d barely brushed your hair this morning before leaving it down. There had been no effort involved or whatever, which somehow made the compliment worse. A few seconds passed before Dex looked back over his shoulder.

“Why are you smiling?” Immediately, your smile disappeared.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m literally not.”

“You were.” You groaned quietly and hid your face behind your phone. From across the kitchen, Dex frowned slightly. He seemed genuinely confused by your reaction, which honestly made sense. Dex rarely gave compliments to be charming. If he noticed something, he simply said it. To him, there wasn’t anything particularly extraordinary about it.

But there was something extraordinary about it to you.

“Dex.”

“What?”

“You can’t just say stuff like that.”

His eyebrows pulled together immediately. “Like what?”

You lowered the phone enough to look at him. “Compliments.”

“But your hair does look nice.” The answer came so quickly and so sincerely that your face instantly warmed. Dex noticed this immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly as realization began to dawn on him. You could practically see the moment he connected the dots.

“Oh.”

“No.”

“You get embarrassed.”

“Dex.”

“You do.”

You pointed at him accusingly. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not doing anything.” The corner of his mouth twitched upward. Not a full smile, but close enough.

“You’re looking way too pleased with yourself right now.” He considered that for a second. Then his gaze moved over your face again, completely unbothered.

“You look pretty when you blush. My pretty Woman.” Dex immediately knew he’d won. Not because he’d meant to fluster you, not even because he’d been teasing. He simply looked at your expression afterward and realized the compliment had landed exactly the way he’d hoped.

A small smile finally appeared on his face as he stepped closer and handed you your coffee. Your cheeks were still warm. Dex looked entirely too satisfied about it.

“See?” he said quietly. You accepted the mug with a groan.

“Dex.” You warn him but his smile only widened slightly.

“Okay Okay, no need to get angry, pretty woman.” Ugh, is he trying to kill you?

[lutheban]

Grace goes swimming! Rocky is not thrilled.

Eridians cant "hold their breath" like humans do, their vents dont close completly so water can still get in, if they fall in water they drown and die. safe to say rocky is not a fan of when grace does it for fun xD

(i got the inspo for this from this fic: Enrichment by alatarmaia4, please check it out it is so funny)

More art of Rocky Stressing™️ about human biology

[bethanydelleman]

It is so human and so not romance novel that after Elizabeth Bennet in Pride & Prejudice reads Mr. Darcy's letter and accepts that Wickham was the real villain and not him, her reaction is not, "Oh no, I loved and lost him!" it's "Oh shit, I fucked up! I hope I never see that man again in my entire life."

[suigintou]

my apologies to the lovely lady who had only just begun constructing her beautiful spiderweb in the immediate path of the side door this morning when i, in my self-centered desire to vacate my home of assorted household refuse, came oafishly barging through the sum of her efforts. i shall meditate upon my actions and how they harmed not just her, but all women of the world, and endeavour to do better

[chase-me-round]

[myfairkatiecat]

My friends and I all took a “which Jane Austen love interest would you fall for?” and I was like ooh ooh I hope I get Mr. Knightley. But also if they have Henry Tilney on there he’s super underrated and I would get his humor better than Catherine anyway so I want him too. One of my friends said she wanted Mr. Darcy and I was like eh hard pass. Everyone looked at me like I committed sacrilege and I was like look! I love him! As a character! And I think he’s great for Elizabeth! I am really super happy that Elizabeth ended up with him. And also perfectly content to not be Elizabeth because he’s just not for me. And then we took the test and I got Mr. Darcy and one of my friends said “I forgot not liking him was a prerequisite for falling in love with him” and I threw my phone at her (spiritually, not physically, bc phones are expensive)

[icallshtgun]

Hi, I’m sorry for this but there’s a serious issue going on within the fandom but there’s barely any posts giving awareness about it in Tumblr. For everyone’s awareness, please block and do not engage with @/cullenedward

This person sadly has a massive following on tiktok and has been deleting comments in their videos (informative comments that bring up that person’s harmful behavior through google docs receipt.)

It is already concerning because their parasocial behavior includes stalking Wilson Bethel and searching up images of his family by following the actor’s family accounts which he keeps private from the media.

yes! i know about this and it's really disgusting. their name on twitter and tiktok is 'hans is dexing it'. not only have they stalked wilson but they are homophobic, misogynistic and racist. don't send them hate or give them attention, just block and report. wilson's team has already been notified of this and they should be taken to court.

[duchess0fmalfi]

hii i love your work

can I request Bullseye with blind reader where he thought she saw him vigilante-ing but turns out she couldn't see so he just following her around.

or Dex x blind reader where she ask to touch his face to try and visualize how he looks to her and he lets her touch other part of him too. And she cried after discovered many scars of his (she just love him so much) and he start panicking and stuff.

thank you thank you thank you i hope you have a wonderful day

hello anon!!! i will write both because these are both amazing ideas :3

so, reader has low vision, which in her case means that she can identify light and shadows, but not shapes. which means she can't identify people's faces, has limited depth perception, and generally struggles to get around. but she is familiar with her neighbourhood, so she is a bit more okay with getting home and to work :3

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dex saw you across the street on a dark, dark night. regrettably after he had maimed about fourteen anti-vigilante task force agents without a mask on. it had been ripped off during a moment of hand-to-hand combat and he figured it didn't matter since who'd be walking around hell's kitchen this late at night?

then he saw you seemingly looking directly at him from across the street, in perfect view of the scene.

he stared at you for a moment, contemplating how to handle this inconvenience. with his remington? his knife? his colt? he couldn't be certain that he was actually considering it, since he knew he would've done it by now if he really wanted to.

by the time his hand reached for a throwing knife, you had begun walking away. he just tracked your receding figure before stalking back to his apartment.

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dex couldn't sleep that night. hours passed and he was trying to grasp how he could've possibly let this happen. from letting his mask slip to not noticing you, then to not taking care of the problem that you posed.

he gave up on the farce of trying to sleep and paced his apartment. he was sure he'd walked miles within these walls.

he ran through every action he took, he would've done it all the same again, but he just couldn't fathom how he reached such a problematic outcome.

all he knew was that he needed to find you, he needed to make sure you wouldn't tell anybody what happened.

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finding you wasn't hard for him at all. your face had been engraved in his mind's eye since he saw you. he went back to the place he saw you the day after at a similar time, and there you were. maybe this was a part of your routine.

he tracked you from a distance to you apartment, furrowed his brows at how often you bumped into objects on the way. he assumed you must've been drunk.

(if so, he thought, did you even remember what you saw that night? had you been drunk then?)

he kept coming back to your apartment after discovering where you lived. he slinked in through your fire escape when you had left, presumably for work. he left a knife on your pillow. engraved on the blade with a threat, keep quiet.

if you had remembered what you saw that night, he was sure you'd get the memo to forget.

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after months of monitoring you, dex assumed you understood. he didn't catch wind of any anonymous tips or reports. good, he thought.

for his own piece of mind—as was his excuse—he continued to follow you. he followed you to your workplace. he found out that you were a court stenographer. he sat in on a few cases when he could; he wanted to watch your dedication. he enjoyed it, too. he you looked more focused than he'd ever seen you, certainly more than watching you stumble your way home at night.

eventually, he became emboldened to approach you. he "accidentally" crossed paths with you a few yards out from the courthouse. you dropped a lip balm tin and struggled to find it as it rolled away just outside a bakery.

dex, or rather—as he would later introduce himself as to you—tony picked it up and held it out to you from a short distance. yet, you still crouched down to the ground, palming the concrete in search of the product. he cleared his throat to grab your attention. "ma'am?"

you stood up uncertainly and faced him as your eyebrows furrow. he watched the way your eyes didn't seem to focus on his face, the way your body wasn't exactly facing him head-on. were you...?

"here's your...chapstick?" the upward inflection of his voice made it sound like he had never heard of cosmetics, but he was re-evaluating everything he had spent the past months doing.

you just smiled shyly and held out your hand, inches off from where his hand was. "sorry, i-- thank you."

you pocketed the lip balm and started heading home. dex felt suddenly embarrassed that he had left a menacing note for a blind girl.

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dex felt insanely guilty in a relationship with you. he wanted to enjoy your presence, but the way he got to know you (stalking you with ill-intent) was poor form.

he didn't tell you; it's still early days. but he couldn't deny the churn in his stomach when you mentioned the one odd time you lay your head at night and felt a blade under your hair. thank goodness you didn't know what it said.

one day, you asked to feel his face. dex was glad that you couldn't see the look of hopeful bewilderment on him.

"i usually rely on people's voices to recognise them, since i can't make out features." then, to dex's surprise, you started running your hands down the sides of his face. "but i wanna try and build your face in my mind."

you didn't wait for an answer before first feeling the prominent bones of his face. you could feel the slight wrinkles on the hinges of his jaw down to the dimple in his chin. you traced your fingers along his cheekbones and across his forehead. you could feel what you thought was minimal scar tissue, the old remnants of tiny cuts and scratches.

then, you felt the scar. the unmistakable gash on his cheek under your hand. you brushed your thumb along it from from the very too to bottom. dex watched you frown slightly.

"oh, tony...wh--" you cut yourself. the cut in his flesh was deep, so would be the emotional wounds, you assumed. you didn't know if it would upset him to ask.

you only leaned into him and nosed his cheek gently. dex tried not to let his tears fall, but he felt you shuddering against him as shaky breaths escaped your lips.

he'd never, not once in his life, been touched so tenderly. your hands on his face told him everything: you were the one person in his life that didn't look at him as volatile. you didn't know what he was capable of—what he had done and will continue to do.

the way you spoke against the side of his face when you wrapped your arms around him, "you're beautiful, tony," gentle as if he would shatter if you spoke too loud. he would do anything to hold onto that.

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thank you so much for this request, anon!!

[embeanwrites]

Hiii <33 can I request Adrian x reader where the reader jokingly tells Adrian he’s out of her league since he’s muscular, handsome, and good at his job but deep down she’s actually insecure about that and feels undeserving and he clocks it right away and reassures her ?

Leagues

A/N: Ohhhh this eats…this prompt eats hard. Thank you for the request this one was fun to do!

Masterlist

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Being a part of the 11th Street Kids came with a lot of pros and cons. 

A major pro being that she no longer felt alone. Being in the black ops field it was hard to make friends and even though it was still hard to call these people her friends in the start it had grown. She wouldn’t go as far as Ads did and call them a family, but she felt it. 

One con, being that they were all insane to various degrees…some much more than others. One of those being her lovely boyfriend. 

Her and Adrian, or as she met him the Vigilante, had been dating for a little over six months with a surprising amount of success. She had never had much luck dating in the past because people who worked outside of black ops had a really hard time understanding the job and people who typically worked black ops…well she wouldn’t typically date them either. 

To be fully honest, she still wasn’t sure what Adrian even saw in her. When he first tried (awkwardly) showing that he was interested in her by speaking loudly about things they both enjoyed, complimenting the weirdest things about her, and just…always hanging around. 

She kicked herself for weeks, he was attractive and he did make her smile, but the 11th Street Kids felt so…real and permanent. She’d never forgive herself if she slept with him and then he ditched her and she just had to pretend like everything is normal. 

But at least so far, it hadn’t been like that…he had been sweet. He brought her flowers, held doors open, and followed her around like a lost puppy. 

Unfortunately it didn’t stop the fear of the other shoe dropping. 

She really tried to keep it in and away, trying to enjoy her time with Adrian, but when they were alone and just spending time together one on one it was hard to let those thoughts sit. 

Tonight was no exception. She had invited Adrian over for dinner and they had been taking turns showing each other movies that they liked. She was sprawled out on the couch, her legs in Adrian’s lap as he rubbed her calves absentmindedly, humming softly as he focused on the movie. Tonight it was her pick on movie and Adrian’s pick for dinner. 

And it didn’t take long before she started to regret her choice of 10 Things I Hate About You the moment the similarities began to arise in her mind. 

“They’re so dumb,” Adrian complained halfway through the movie and she paused it, looking over at him. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, they clearly like each other! Plus he’s getting money and he can use that to spoil her, as he should,” he said firmly and she let out an awkward laugh.

“I mean…this is a real fear people have,” she said gently. 

“That someone is paying their partner to date them?” he asked, tilting his head as he looked at her.

“Not just paying, just that there’s an ulterior motive.”

“That’s fucking dumb,” he said with a huff. 

“It’s a real fear,” she said firmly, feeling her nerves raise. 

“It shouldn’t be.” 

“I mean, I’m shocked you haven’t left me for someone better,” she said, trying to keep her tone light and teasing but there was an edge to it that he seemed to pick up immediately as his brow furrowed. “This is a fear I have, just like the movie,” she said, trying to get him to see her point. 

“What?” he said, face dropping. 

“I mean, Adrian come on! You’re strong, handsome, and kick ass at your job. You’re like a million leagues ahead of me! I’m still surprised you even approached me first and wanted more than just like a little fling.” 

She watched her words hit him as he shuffled on the couch, pausing the movie. First moving her legs off his lap staring forward before looking over at her, his mouth opening and closing as he tilted his head frowning. Then he stood up and started to pace, pausing so often to look at her and point and then keep walking.

“What is happening right now?”

“I’m sorry, I’m trying to think of a polite way to ask if you’re the dumbest person alive,” he said, stopping in front of her.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked, eyebrows raised and panic took over his face as he shook his head. 

“No! No, sorry! I don’t mean it like that! You’re not dumb that’s the point,” he said, watching her closely. “You’re like…oh my god you don’t even realize that I’m the reacher and you’re the settler!”

“What are you talking about?” 

“You! Holy shit, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, you’re so fucking badass. Like I still don’t fully understand why the hell you even give me the time of day!” he said, sounding genuinely upset that she wasn’t seeing what he was saying. “You’re just…like I told Chris the day we met that you fucking walked out of my brain! You’re literally my dream girl come to life but better because you’re real and you like me!” 

She watched him as he finished, his chest heaving hard as she sat on the edge of the couch. Adrian’s hands fidgeting and pulling at his hair, his whole body seemed in distress. When she didn’t say anything Adrian kept going. 

“I love you, you’re amazing and gorgeous and literally deserve someone way better than me and I’m just now realizing that is the first time I’ve said I love you and we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months,” Adrian rambling, eyes wide behind his glasses as she blinked at him, finally standing up. She took a step towards him and he took a step back. 

“You love me?” she repeated, voice soft and face neutral as his eyes seemed to search for any sign of discomfort. 

“I do,” he said finally after a beat, his words soft and gentle. “I really do. You’re amazing and it…it hurts me to think that you don’t see what I see and I’ll do anything to get you to see it.” 

“Adrian…” she said gently, her nerves melting as she cupped his cheek and kissed his other cheek. “I love you too.” 

“Really?” he asked, sounding like an excited puppy being told their favorite words. 

“Yes, I do,” she repeated. “I really do love you.”

“That’s good, really good because that was going to be really awkward if you didn’t!” he said laughing brightly as he swept her off her feet as she squealed, her arms flying around his neck as he spun her and peppered her face with kisses. “I can’t believe you think I’m hot! And you thought I was hotter than you!” he said laughing hard as if it was the most ridiculous thought on the planet. 

“Okay, you doofus, put me down. We still have to finish the movie,” she said, slapping his back gently as he sat her down, moving them back on the couch, this time much closer. 

“I will, only because I love you and you’re beautiful,” he said. “And I’ll start the movie again because I love you and you’re awesome.”

“Is this going to be every day now?” 

“Of course!” 

[flesh-supper]

i miss him like a war widow

[eyelessfaces]

hi hello i’m not sure if your requests are open but w1nter-fairy wrote the CUTEST fic about buckys gf under anesthesia after surgery and i’m here to request the same thing but with bob reynolds pls 🥺👉👈

missing piece

bob reynolds x reader

summary: as far as you remember, bob is the friend you’ve been pining over and dancing around for a while, but when he’s sitting at your bedside after your surgery, you realize you might be missing a few details.

cw: fluff, post surgery, anesthesia, temporary partial memory loss, established relationship, mentions of hooking up, mentions of drugs, light angst because I can't help myself, soft soft gentle bob

a/n: I had another ask asking for this prompt lmao so I had to, and obviously, idea credits go to @w1nter-fairy!! I tried tweaking it a bit and making it my own way so it wouldn't be a copy and paste from their amazing fic and I hope I managed to do it justice! this was so silly and fun to write I'm so happy

word count: 1.8k

masterlist | taglist | ao3 | @eyelessupdates

buy me a coffee ♡

He’s allowed into the room while you’re still asleep. He wasn’t sure he would be, but the nurse must have sensed his worry from a mile away, and his eyes tend to be very persuasive whenever he’s desperate for something.

He’s careful as he closes the door behind himself after entering, like the faintest noise could wake you up even though the steady beeping of the monitor already rhythms the otherwise quiet room. 

The doctors told him already, but seeing it lifts the heaviness on his chest when he sees you – you look okay. And maybe it’s stupid because his medical knowledge is very much limited and you could as well look the same and be doing horribly wrong, but something in him holds hope and he’s already half as less nervous just looking at you.

He drags the chair at the corner of the room beside your bed and sits, hands fiddling with the hem of his sleeves just to busy his hands. 

He knows you need your rest and he would never think to wake you up, but a part of him hopes you will wake up soon just so he can really make sure you’re okay.

The clock ticks so slowly and for so long, but Bob would rather be here with you than out there in the waiting room with the complaining hypochondriac man who, as he heard it from an intern, was here for the third time this week and that had only made him more anxious as he waited for news on you.

Bob’s arms are crossed and laid over your bed at your side, chin resting over his forearm as he waits, matching his breathing to yours, watching the rise and fall of your chest. He would rest his head over your lap if he was sure it wouldn’t bother you or wake you up.

His eyes don’t leave you, and he has watched you sleep so many times during nights he couldn't manage to that he notices the second something shifts over your face and you look like you could be waking up. He sits up, slow and careful, adjusting over his chair, hand holding yours, thumb caressing over your fingers as he awaits the slightest change in your demeanor. 

Your eyes open with difficulty, trying to fight the rays sifting through the blinds, closing again a few times until they adjust to the luminosity of the room, still remaining heavy with haziness. Your head spins funnily, but not in an uncomfortable way, and your limbs feel numb and somehow very present at the same time.

It’s only when you feel a tingle at your fingers that you fully realize someone is here, and notice the man sitting at your side when he had until then only been a faint shadow at the corner of your eye. 

Him. Bob. 

He has no reason to be here, you think.

But you're glad he is.

“Heyyyyy,” you grin, a dazed expression over your face, a cheerful tone through the haze in your voice. 

Bob’s face lights up and he shifts his position over his chair again. “Hey,” he murmurs, smiling, a bit surprised by your enjoyment. “How are you feeling?”

The tingle again. It’s more of a caress more than a tingle now that you feel it again, and your eyes track it, and it’s in your hand on the same side Bob is sitting. 

His hand is holding yours. 

“I think I’m doing just great,” you confidently declare, head leaning back into your pillow in contentment, a smile over your face. “But I have to ask–” you clear your throat lightly, eyes squeezing shut before opening again like you're trying to chase the veil of fuzziness away. “Is this– are you flirting?”

Bob’s eyes narrow in confusion. “What?”

“I don’t mind, it’s okay Bob” you nod, eyes closing for a second before you smile, still in the haze. It feels like you could fall back asleep in no time. “You’re finally making a move”

“I’m sorry baby, what do you mean?” he asks, gently squeezing your hand. The nurse told him you might not be making sense, after all.

Your head moves forward and away from where it was buried in the pillow, and your eyebrows lift as you blink in confusion. “Baby?” you repeat slowly, like you’re testing the word, how it rolls off your tongue. It sounds funny in your mouth, then your eyes narrow suspiciously at him. “Bob.”

“Yeah?” he answers carefully.

“Why are you calling me baby?”

He’s not sure what to answer for a second – he’s not sure whether he should be amused or worried that you’re confused like this. “You don’t remember?” he asks quietly, frowning.

You squint faintly, like you’re trying to put the pieces together, eyes roaming over his figure like it will help you figure it out. “Remember what?”

His heart sinks to his stomach so brutally it almost hurts. “Oh,” he breathes. He knows he shouldn’t be taking this so seriously, because he had been warned you would be out of the loop – confusion, memory gaps, disorientation – but he didn’t actually expect it to be that bad.

“Did I forget something important?” you ask, genuinely concerned now as you watch his reaction, which somehow makes it worse. Your worried expression brightens abruptly again, shifting to something else entirely. “Wait– did we hook up?” you ask excitedly.

“What? No– I mean, yes? Not just…” he lets go of your hand to rub his own over his face. “God”

Your mouth opens in shock before turning into an amazed smile. “Oh my god,” you gasp. “We totally hooked up”

His cheeks warm up and his hand rubs over his eyes tiredly again, but he can’t help the smile over his face. “Okay, listen.” he shifts closer to the bed, hand resting over yours again, smiling when your gaze flicks to where they meet when he does. “You and I, we are dating”

“No we’re not” your head shakes. “You’ve had a crush on me for like– months and we’ve been weird around each other for so long and you would combust before asking me out”

He laughs, head tilting to the side. Touché. “Okay, I guess that was true at some point” he nods, pinching his lips. “But we’ve moved past that.”

“Really?”

“Yes” he nods, a chuckle escaping from his mouth. “I love you and you love me… I’m pretty sure”

“Oh my god” you whisper, eyes flicking around the room, trying to piece it back together now that you have the information. Your eyes land on him again. “So we… Kiss? On a regular basis?”

He chuckles, a bright, rich sound that reminds you why you’re in love with him. Something you couldn’t forget. “Yeah. We kiss.”

“Oh,” you whisper, blinking like you’re trying to chase the fog of your brain to remember it. “That’s– that’s great” you nod, a smile slowly growing over your face, finally allowing yourself to believe it all, despite how it all seems too good to be true. You stare at him for a few seconds too long, like your drugged brain is trying very hard to put puzzle pieces together but keeps dropping them. Your smile fades into a frown when you pull away from his touch and busy your hands picking at the skin around your nails, a small pout and the threat of tears brimming your eyes. “Bob it’s– it’s really cruel if you’re lying just to make fun of me” you declare, voice quiet and throat tight. “Very fucked up”

His mouth gapes and he backs away for a second, an appalled and slightly panicked expression over his face. “I would never do that to you” he assures, getting closer again and reaching for your hands. You let him take them, gaze back on him. You look like you’re about to cry and he feels terrible. “I swear.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, watching as he holds both of your hands, the warmth of his touch strangely familiar now that you think about it. His thumb caresses over your knuckles and you look back at him, your chest tightening when you see the genuine affection he holds when he looks at you. 

“To be fair you do look like you’re in love with me” you admit. “So I’ll believe you”

He snorts a laugh and nods like he’s just been granted forgiveness, a more relaxed expression over his face.

“How long have we been dating?”

Bob’s eyes flick back to yours. “Not long,” he says. “A few months. And I was the one to make a move, for your information” he insists, eyebrows lifting, a teasing smile as he tries to lift up the mood.

You frown, inspecting his face. “Really?”

“Mhm.” he approves, trying not to laugh at your reaction. “I knocked on the door to your room one night and kissed you”

“Oh,” your eyes widen immediately and you let go of his hands to adjust your position a little better in the bed, like the sentence alone has jolted something awake in you more effectively than the anesthesia ever could, like things are finally getting interesting. You bring your knees to your chest and hide your face into your hands, letting out a drawn out whine. “Oh my god, I wish I could remember” you wail, hands sliding down your face in despair.

“You will.”

“But I’m scared I won’t, what if I just don’t?” you whine again, face dropping in distress, a frown etched onto your face. You look like you’re going to tear up again, and despite how much Bob empathises, he feels horrible that he can’t help but smile at the situation, doing his best to hold back and not laugh. 

“Sweetheart, you’re so, so high” he whispers, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. “I don’t even think I have ever been that high” he says with a small smile – he most definitely has been, but he needs you to feel better, so for this exclusively, he will lie. “The anesthesia just needs to wear off. You will remember. I promise you”

He looks sincere, and it's the only thing you have for now, so you choose to believe it. “Okay” you mutter. Bob can practically see the gears turning in your head, and he knows you’re trying to make sense of it all, desperately searching through the parts of your brain holding those memories. He also knows you’re tiring yourself out trying.

“You should get some more rest” he advises, hand brushing your hair back.

You nod and blink, making yourself comfortable under the sheets again, positioning yourself onto your side, facing him. “I’m so sorry I don’t remember.”

He tilts his head so he can look into your eyes, a soft smile over his face. “That’s okay” 

Your eyelids grow heavier each second but you fight it, one last question burning your tongue. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, baby”

“Are you always this nice to me?”

He smiles. “I try”

“I’m really lucky, then”

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Mwah - Bob Reynolds

Fandom: Thunderbolts

Warning: Pure fluff!!

Relationships: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x reader

Summary: Bob can sometimes get easily flustered when he is given romantic attention. So, what else can you do but overwhelm him with loud 'mwah' kisses as he laughs.

Notes: I will always try to make them as 'reader' friendly as possible and avoid any physical details. Let me know if any slip in. I think I managed to make this one without even mentioning the readers gender or sex!! I hope you enjoy

Sometimes you found yourself staring at him, wondering how someone so tormented could be so soft and absolutely pathetic. That wasn’t all he was, of course, he was also a little shit that purposely pushed buttons with that lopsided grin of accomplishment. But to you, to you, he was the sweetest thing on earth. You felt your heart twist and unwind at that endearing expression on his face, at the utter pathetic cluelessness that he seemed to embrace so well. You wanted to hold him close forever, tightening around him like a snake until no one else could get close.

Your hand was tracing through his hair, lightly pressing your nails against his scalp and dragging in a delicate performance. His head was tilted back against your abdomen, his ribs cradled between your thighs and his arms resting over them. He was content. Basking in attention like it was something that could be taken away from him any day now and he wanted to remember the taste of it. He wasn't even watching the film, the light casting a glow across the bedroom with hues of warmth. It was forgotten, plain as that. Nothing more than background noise to his own comfort. "You alright, baby blue?" you murmured softly, not wanting to break the trance.

There was a soft humming noise, something that tried to acknowledge your question but too caught up in the labyrinth you created through his hair. It was sweet. Sometimes you wondered how someone so lethargic and languid could be considered dangerous. This pathetic man? he was made of clouds and soft grins that pulled up more on one side. How this, this, could become anyone else was an impossible request to conjure. You gently, very gently, remove your hands from his hair and the attention it provided to his scalp. Instead, your fingers moved down towards his cheeks and stroked the soft skin in circular motions. "I swear, you could have been a cat in another life."

Blue came alive under the words. His eyes opened with a lopsided smile, staring up at you with enough warmth to have your belly swelling up with affection. "Yeah?" he laughed lightly, a short and uncomfortable sound. "That's nice," there was a slight wheeze as his laughter dropped away.

Leaning forward and tilting over enough that it pulled at your lower back, your lips pressed against his forehead. His skin was warm beneath the soft slopes of your mouth. It was comforting how warm he always felt, even though the man was constantly wearing sweaters and the like, probably the most comfortable dressed person you had ever met. A quiet 'mwah' followed. A light pressure wrapped around your wrists, not removing your hands from cradling his face and drawing soft shapes on his skin, but just making connection. Bob signed beneath you, shifting slightly with his arms now raised above his head. Soft, you thought once again with a smile. "Such a gentle boy," you murmured and pressed another to his forehead. A louder 'mwah' following. He made a soft snorting sound this time, his fingers digging in slightly but still not pushing you away. "Don't..." he mumbled, barely audible and lacking any real displeasure towards your display. “Stop babying me.”

"Mwah," you kissed him again, a little lower that was closer to the bridge of his nose. His eyes scrunched shut, smile broadening despite how he started to squirm. "You’re my baby blue. I will baby you as much as I want. Now, let me love you," the words fell without thought, not caring that... well, you had never used those words but it wasn't an 'i love you' so it was fine, right? "C'mere," you kissed him, peppering kiss after kiss upon his warm skin as he twisted and squirmed on the bed as his laughter grew along with the flustered hue that crawled up his neck to the tops of his ears. "Mwah, mwah, mwah," you kept leaving a path along his face, starting to laugh with him as you shifted into a kneeling position. "Stay still!" you laughed, holding his face firmly as he tilted his head back against the bed and laughed even louder, an almost low sound that filled the room. It was the first time you had ever heard him laugh so much, a sound that you never wanted to end.

He chuckled against your affections, allowing himself to be attacked with the softness of your lips. "Stop it!" For a moment, reality started slipping away from him, all except the feeling of his heart lurching with every kiss. Between the gentle caresses, the playful pinching, and shoving, you had managed to climb atop him. Straddling his lap as he kept one hand raised, as if to push you away if you came back for more. He was still grinning, head tilted back with that endearing expression on his face that gave way that happiness was a full body experience for him. You relented, hearing how heavy his breathing had gotten from laughing. "Stop," he repeated breathlessly, unable to fight his amusement. "No more."

"No?" you tilted your head slightly for just a second before straightening back up, and then grasped his hand to intertwine your fingers. It was enough, you knew that. "Okay, no more."

Bob let his attention drop to your intertwined fingers, the way they rested over his blue sweater, on his abdomen. He blinked quickly, those little flutters that happened instead of one blink. It was endearing, as if he had forgetting to blink for too long and was making up for it. You noticed it a long time ago, how he blinked around three times and quickly. That’s what you had found yourself focusing on, but he was sure you could feel his breathing, how stuttered it got because of you. "I never thought I would be this happy, you know?" he spoke softly, almost wistfully after some moments of quiet that settled. "Have... a family, an unconventional one, at best-" you smiled down at him, but he was just grinning to himself, lost in his head. “It’s nice having people.” Then he lifted his other hand, spreading his fingers apart in preparation before you lunged out for him. He exhaled through his nose when both your hands were linked together with his own, almost a laugh or maybe just collecting himself, and his eyes trailed up towards your own again, and you could see how happy he was. For a moment, you stared at him; at the flush dusting his cheeks with warmth, the way his mouth was open was just a little like he was about to say something. There was a bit of drool on his bottom lip, that lingering side effect from withdrawal that he hadn’t yet got through and perhaps never would. He looked so soft. You wanted to lick his bottom lip, collect the saliva with a teasing grin, but it wasn’t the right action for now.

Laughter started to slip away, a slow loss as if sand was falling from between your fingers. You shifted slightly on his pelvis, lifting your intertwined hands and shaking them playfully. Bob stared up at them, as if mesmerised by the sight, his fingers clenching against your own. "I like seeing you happy," you told him, pinning his hands on either side of his head and then leaning down and presented a kiss upon his mouth; familiarity teased through the casual way you took your time to capture his bottom lip in a languid embrace. The dampness on his lip was what you wanted. His fingers tightened against your own, not pushing or trying to slip away but clenching to let you know he was there.

When you pulled back an inch, Bob followed after you. You relented, pressing back down and capturing his bottom lip, sucking on it gently. He tasted of coffee; the kind he would order and sit in the penthouse while reading. Bob hummed slightly, the slight vibration caused you to break into a smile before taking your time to run a couple of soft pecks against his mouth. "Mwah," you couldn't help but make the sound softly, smiling against Bob when it caused him to break into a grin. "Stop it!"

[alpinebarnesworld]

Dare I say the best marvel movie ever made

[shaggycatt]

This is very Adrian Chase to me

[dontyouworrydaddy]

ok i’m having some #thoughts… what if fbi!dex and reader were dating before the whole fisk bullshit and when he went to the mental hospital, reader never visited him. he was so confused and hurt bc u told him you’d never leave him, so when he escapes prison, the first thing he looks for is u. he shows up to your apartment and sees a kid standing behind u, the right age for dex to be the father…

Scared of Life

Benjamin Poindexter x fem! Reader

warning: hurt/comfort, angst, depression during the pregnancy, your daughter being a little possessive over you

A/N: WAIT I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH OMG???? Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like this <333

Dex remembered promises with terrifying precision.

Most people forgot small details over time. Words blurred together. Memories softened around the edges until they became easier to live with. But Dex’s mind didn’t work like that. Every important moments burned itself deep beneath his skin like shrapnel he could never fully remove.

Especially when it came to you. Especially that night.

You had been laying half on top of him on the couch, wrapped in one of his shirts while some terrible late night cooking show played quietly in the background. Dex barely remembered the show itself. What he remembered was your heartbeat against his chest. The warmth of your fingers lazily tracing the scars on body. The way you looked at him like he was still human even after learning all the ugly parts of him.

“What if I get bad again?” he asked quietly. You lifted your head almost immediately after that. Confusion crossed your face first before sadness slowly replaced it. Like the question itself hurt you more than him.

“What do you mean?” Dex shrugged slightly beneath you, eyes fixed on the ceiling instead of your face.

“People leave eventually.” His voice stayed flat when he said it, almost detached. “Usually after they realize I’m too much work.”

Your expression tightened instantly. You shifted upward until he had no choice but to look at you. Your hands cupped his face carefully, thumbs brushing lightly against his jaw.

“I’m not people.” you whispered softly. Dex stared at you for several seconds without speaking.

Then quietly:

“You promise?”

Your forehead rested against his.

“I promise.” That promise became the thing that haunted him most after Fisk destroyed everything.

Because you disappeared. Completely.

No visits during recovery. No calls to the hospital. No messages. Nothing.

At first Dex thought maybe you were hurt. He asked about you constantly during the first few weeks until doctors started exchanging uncomfortable looks every time he brought up your name. Eventually one nurse admitted nobody matching your description had visited him once.

That answer hollowed something inside him immediately. Still, he made excuses for you.

Maybe Fisk threatened you. Maybe the FBI forced you away. Maybe you thought he hated you now after everything that happened.

But as weeks turned into months, the silence became impossible to explain away. Dex sat alone in sterile hospital rooms replaying every conversation you ever had together until it drove him half insane. Every memory became evidence against himself.

Maybe he scared you too much. Maybe you saw what he really was. Maybe loving him finally became exhausting.

Eventually the worst possibility settled heavily into his chest and refused to leave. You abandoned him.

Just like everyone else always did.

The realization destroyed him more thoroughly than Fisk ever could. Because Dex loved catastrophically. His body craved you like oxygen. He was utterly miserable and obsessed with you. Once someone mattered to him, they became stitched directly into his nervous system. Losing them didn’t feel emotional.

It felt physical. Like skin being ripped apart. Like he was told to stab himself over, over and over again.

So when Dex finally escaped months later, bruised and angry and barely holding himself together beneath layers of violence and betrayal, there was only one thing he needed before anything else. You.

He found your apartment just after midnight.

The building sat in a quieter neighborhood than your old place. Smaller too. Safer. Warm yellow light glowed faintly through the curtains while flower pots rested carefully beside neighboring doors.

Dex hated how normal it looked.

You used to talk about wanting normal someday. Somewhere peaceful. Somewhere without constant sirens and blood and fear clinging to every street corner.

Apparently you built that life without him. The thought twisted sharply in his chest. Dex stood outside your apartment door listening carefully before moving closer.

Two heartbeats. His expression darkened instantly.

You moved on???

His jaw tightened hard enough to ache before he reached for the lock. The mechanism clicked softly beneath practiced fingers. The door opened silently.

The apartment smelled exactly like you. Vanilla candles. Laundry detergent. Coffee. And your parfum in the air made it worse.

For one dangerous second, Dex nearly forgot why he was angry.

His eyes moved carefully across the room. A blanket tossed over the couch. Crayons scattered across the coffee table. Tiny shoes abandoned near the kitchen.

Tiny shoes? Dex frowned slightly.

Then he heard your voice somewhere deeper inside the apartment.

“Lily, if you’re still awake, I swear to god-” Small footsteps thundered instantly through the hallway. A child’s laugh followed.

Dex froze completely.

You appeared seconds later wearing oversized sleep clothes, hair messy like you’d been trying unsuccessfully to get someone into bed for the last hour. The second your eyes landed on him, every bit of color drained from your face instantly.

The air left your lungs so sharply he heard it.

“Dex.” His name sounded fragile coming from you. Emotional enough to make something ugly twist inside him all over again. You stared at him like you’d seen a ghost. Dex stared back just as hard.

You looked tired. Not physically exhausted exactly.

Just worn down around the edges in ways he didn’t remember. Softer somehow too. There were faint shadows beneath your eyes, old stress lines near your mouth, and despite everything crashing violently inside him, Dex still thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Then anger surged back hard enough to choke him.

“You left.” The words came out rougher than intended. Your expression cracked immediately after hearing them.

Before you could answer, another figure peeked around the hallway corner behind you.

A tiny human, a little girl. Maybe five years old.

Dark curls slightly messy from sleep. Big eyes narrowed suspiciously at the stranger standing inside her apartment.

Dex’s breathing stopped instantly.

Because she looked like him.

The eyebrows. The cheekbones. The expression.

Even the way she tilted her head while assessing him looked painfully familiar. The little girl blinked once before gasping dramatically.

“MOMMY!!!!!!” Dex barely had time to process what was happening before the child suddenly shoved herself directly in front of you with shocking determination.

“MOMMY GET BEHIND ME!!!!!” she yelled loudly. “THERE IS A MAN HERE.”

Dex stared blankly. The tiny girl spread both arms protectively in front of you like she genuinely planned on fighting him herself if necessary.

You looked one stress induced headache away from collapsing entirely.

“Lily, sweetheart-”

“No!” she shouted. “I saw this happen on the big screen.”

Dex blinked slowly. The child pointed accusingly toward him.

“You cannot break into our house.”

Dex frowned slightly. “Technically I already did.”

“THAT’S WORSE.” You made a strangled noise beside her that sounded suspiciously like suppressed laughter.

Dex looked deeply offended instead. The little girl squinted harder at him.

“You look sus… uh… susbizi- Mommy what was the word for weird dangerous looking people.”

“Suspicious, baby. Suspicious.”

“YOU LOOK SUSPICIOUS!!”

“I look suspicious.”

“Yes.” She narrowed her eyes critically. “And your face is weird.”

Dex actually looked wounded by that statement.

“My face is normal.”

“No it’s not,” she argued immediately. “You look like a sad potato.”

You physically turned away to hide your laughter. Dex stared at the child in complete disbelief. Then suddenly her expression changed. Her eyes narrowed further.

“Oh my god.” Your face lost every remaining trace of color.

“Lily-”

“You have my eyebrows.” Silence filled the apartment instantly. The little girl looked between both of you several times before gasping loudly enough to wake the entire building.

“MOMMY.” You covered your face with both hands immediately.

“IS THIS THE GUY YOU SAID WENT ON VACATION WITH PEPPA?”

“Yes, Lily. That’s him.” honestly? what were you supposed to tell her when she asked you where her dad is. So you came up with the excuse that her father is on vacation with… peppa the pig.

“So… that’s your secret husband?” she asks innocently.

“What? No!”

Dex looked equally alarmed. “Absolutely not.”

The little girl pointed directly at him again.

“You’re the daddy my mommy told me about.” Dex forgot how breathing worked. You looked ready to die on the spot.

Lily marched directly toward Dex after that with terrifying confidence before stopping directly in front of him. She planted both tiny hands on her hips while staring up at him with the exact same intense focus he’d seen in mirrors his entire life.

“Okay,” she announced seriously. “Here are the rules.”

Dex blinked once. “Rules.”

“Yes.” She pointed between herself and you. “Mommy is mine first.”

You made another choking noise somewhere behind her.

“I’m not sharing,” Lily continued firmly. “Even if you are my dad.”

Dex stared at the tiny child standing in front of him issuing territorial warnings like a mob boss. Then very seriously:

“You don’t wanna share your mother.”

“No.” She crossed her arms harder. “She’s my favorite person.”

Something inside Dex cracked slightly hearing that. Because he understood immediately. Because you’re his favorite person, too.

Unfortunately for him, Lily apparently inherited every protective instinct he ever possessed. It was as if your genes didn’t even try other than her getting your eyes.

“You can stay!” she decided after several seconds. “But if you make mommy cry, I bite.”

Dex nodded solemnly. “Understood.”

“She actually bit a pre school teacher once.” you admitted weakly.

“He was rude to you!” Lily defended instantly. Dex nodded again like this was perfectly rational behavior. Honestly, the fact that he seemed proud should’ve concerned you more than it did.

The next hour passed in complete emotional chaos.

Lily interrogated Dex like an FBI agent while simultaneously climbing all over you possessively anytime he sat too close. She demanded answers to increasingly bizarre questions while Dex answered every single one with complete seriousness.

“Do you know dinosaurs?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Velociraptor.”

Lily gasped dramatically. “That’s mine too.”

Dex looked absurdly pleased by this information.

Meanwhile you sat frozen on the couch trying unsuccessfully not to emotionally collapse watching them interact.

Dex looked at her like she hung the moon itself.

Eventually Lily began falling asleep curled against your side while still glaring suspiciously toward Dex anytime he moved too suddenly.

Her tiny hand clutched your shirt tightly even half asleep. Dex watched her carefully from the opposite side of the couch.

Memorizing every detail about her. About his daughter.

Then Lily’s sleepy eyes slowly lifted toward him one final time.

“You better not go on vacation again.” she mumbled quietly. The room fell completely silent. Dex froze instantly. Lily yawned softly before curling closer against you.

“Mommy gets sad sometimes.” she whispered sleepily. “She cries when she thinks I’m sleeping.”

Dex looked at you immediately. And the pain on his face nearly destroyed you. After carrying Lily carefully into bed together, the apartment finally fell quiet.

The second her bedroom door clicked shut, all the tension both of you had been avoiding rushed back violently.

Dex stood near the kitchen counter while you lingered several feet away uncertainly. Neither of you knew how to begin unraveling five years of grief.

“She’s five.” you said softly. Dex nodded once.

“She likes dinosaurs. Hates cherries. Talks a lot about wanting to build an animal farm. Thinks every stray cat belongs to her.” His expression softened briefly before tightening again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” There it was. The question he keeps asking himself the whole time.

You looked down immediately because suddenly meeting his eyes felt impossible.

“Because I was terrified.” you admitted quietly. Dex stayed completely still.

“After Fisk.” you continued shakily, “people watched everything connected to you. Hospitals. FBI contacts. Your apartment.” Your throat tightened painfully. “Then I found out I was pregnant.”

Dex looked physically unable to breathe.

“I kept thinking if anyone found out about her…” Your voice cracked slightly. “They’d use her against you. Against me.”

Tears blurred your vision.

“So I disappeared.” Dex’s jaw clenched hard enough to ache.

“I wanted to visit you,” you whispered. “God, Dex, I wanted to so badly.”

His breathing became uneven instantly.

“But every time I thought about bringing her near any of that…” You shook your head weakly. “I couldn’t do it.”

The apartment suddenly felt too quiet. Too small for all the pain sitting between both of you.

“The pregnancy was horrible without you.” you admitted softly after a moment. Dex closed his eyes briefly.

“Not because of her,” you said quickly. “She was an angel. Felt like she knew I wasn’t doing well and tried to not give me a even harder time.” A weak laugh escaped you through tears. “But because every scary part of it made me want you.”

His face crumpled slightly.

“I wanted your arms around me when I got sick.” Your voice shook harder now. “Wanted to tell you when she kicked for the first time. Wanted you there during ultrasounds.” Tears slipped freely down your cheeks now. “I wanted to lay against your chest and hear you tell me everything would be okay.”

Dex physically flinched. Like every word hurt him. Like you just stabbed him in his heart.

“I needed you,” you whispered brokenly. “And I couldn’t have you.”

For several seconds, Dex said absolutely nothing. Then suddenly he crossed the room. His hands cupped your face carefully. Like he needed physical proof you were still real.

“You protected our daughter.” he said fiercely. You cried harder instantly.

“You should hate me.”

“No.” The answer came immediately.

“I thought you abandoned me,” Dex admitted quietly, eyes burning into yours. “But you were protecting her.”

Your chest hurt painfully.

“I waited for you every day,” he confessed. “Every single day.”

Something shattered inside you hearing that. You wrapped your arms around him instantly.

Dex made a quiet sound against your shoulder that almost didn’t sound human at all. Relief hit him so hard it physically shook through his body. His arms locked tightly around your waist while his face buried against your neck like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

“I will never leave you again.” he whispers loud enough for you to hear.

[aceofpans]

”with our ai chatbot you can talk to your ocs!!” Dumbass. I’m already talking to them. In my head. “B-bbut what about your favourite charac-“ skill issue. In my head as well. get fucked.

[hotcoco118]

I miss my wife 😫