twenty, she / her, mdni 18+.
sagittarius / leo / aries. sanrio lover, professional fangirl, sweet tooth, crazy cat lady, dark content enjoyer, pop girlie, & annoying pinterest bitch. i write sometimes :)
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currently watching 📺... anything with wilson bethel.
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7/6/26, 18+ blurb | dex loves cockwarming <3
7/4/26, blurb | shooting as foreplay with shane maguire <3
7/2/26, blurb | making dex play accuracy games in public <3
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#. cw: dark content . any dark content included.
#. cw: dead dove . very dark content (i.e. dub/non con, abusive themes, kidnapping, ect...)
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I feel like Dex would have such a thing for the little reactions you do while having sex. Your legs spreading that bit wider. Teary eyes. Small mumbles of nonsense. Your body twitching when he hits your sweet spot.
he looks like hes studying you the whole time too 😵💫 memorizing what every little reaction means, he takes note of how he managed to bring them out of you, every hitch in your breath, every twitch, every choked up sob of his name, he's storing it all in a mental file with your name on it. of course he's evil once the knowledge grows proficient enough to get you to make every little sound or involuntary reaction that he pleases. dex smirks at you when he presses the right button, he breathes out a shaky and euphoric "fuck- there it is" when you squeak out his name in that very specific way he wanted you to
i just know dex would absolutely love cockwarming. he wants to be close to you so bad. if he could go his whole life never separating from you, he would. i feel like he wouldn't really get the point of cockwarming at first. i mean, moving is a pretty big part sex and giving each other pleasure, why would he just want to sit there?
then you convince him to try it and he just immediately loves it. because somehow he's even closer to you than he was before. how much closer can you get than being literally inside you? it's almost like being a part of you.
the first couple of times that you do it, he doesn't have the patience. dex tries his best but you just feel so good. after a couple minutes of being inside you, dex starts bucking his hips into you. groaning into your shoulder about how he's "sorry, just feels so good inside you. can't help myself. you make me go crazy."
dex's favorite time do it is during mundane times. he loves how intimate it feels. it becomes such a normal thing that he doesn't even ask, it's just an unspoken thing that you can tell he wants whenever he holds you close and pulls your hips close to his. fingers sliding beneath your band to check if your wet before he pulls your panties and shorts to the side and slides into you.
when he's had a rough day, dex finds you and immediately melts when your gentle hands touch him. tentatively wrapping his arms around you while his lips find yours. mumbling against them how he "needs to be close" to his girl so bad. so you lay down with him, brushing his hair back while his head rest against your chest. all his stress dissipating as he closes his eyes and imagines that he's part of you.
and at night, when the two of you curl up to go to sleep. sometimes you'll invite him to slip his cock into you. the two of you drifting to bed with him still inside you.
you feeling so deliciously and satisfyingly full from the feel of him. dex feeling so warm, it makes him so good inside to know you want him so badly too that you'll let him stay inside through the night like this.
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for some reason my fyp is pushing radfem post on me so now every post i get is anti kink and hating trans women 😭😭😭 help me i'm scared, why is tumblr doing this to me
summary: 15 ways dex shows you the depths of his love, though we all know the list could go on...and on...and on...
pairing: benjamin poindexter x f!reader
content/warnings: 18+ (mdni), brief description of sexual acts, obsessive behavior, stalking/surveillance, reproductive coercion, birth control tampering, isolation, implied violence/murder, unhealthy relationship dynamics
word count: 896
A/N: oops poll isn't even closed and i said it was a democracy but i already had this ready and got too excited, so... as always for these oneshots, technically an interlude in the North Star Universe, but can be read separately. enjoy :)
divider by: @uzmacchiato
Dex remembers exactly how you take your coffee. Splash of milk, two packets of Stevia. Not too hot, you burn the roof of your mouth easily.
Dex waits for you after work to walk you home. He hates the idea of you riding the subway alone. It can be dangerous, you never know what could happen. Besides, he would never want you to be lonely.
Dex buys you flowers every Friday. He knows your favorites by heart now: roses, little bundles of white baby’s breath tucked in between them. He presents the bouquet wrapped in cheap cellophane every week, and you react with squeals of excitement each time.
Dex loves to cook for you. He’s not amazing at it (the fire alarm has gone off more than once during one of his baking sessions), but it feels good to provide for you in this way. Why should you have to lift a finger, especially after a long day at work? And don’t you dare think about washing dishes after, he’s got it handled.
Dex always ensures your pleasure comes first. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, how many positions you need to try, he won’t even think about putting his cock in you until you’ve orgasmed at least twice. Sex is his preferred method of devotion.
Dex listens to you. Really listens. How rare is that in a man? He’ll remember everything you say, whether that’s your favorite type of carryout food, or movies you find overrated, or even minute details like names of childhood pets or favorite subjects from high school. Everything you say is important. Every detail of your life must be memorized.
Dex knows which of your smiles are real. It’s become easy to see them more clearly, especially now that he’s with you all the time. He knows which are genuine, like when he makes you laugh. Which ones are polite, like talking to cashiers when you just want to go home. Or which ones are downright fake, like when you’re hiding something. Don’t you know you can’t hide from him?
Dex knows what you need before you even know it. A new pair of sneakers because the soles of your old ones are getting too worn down? He’s already found the ones you’ve stared at before in a department store window and is buying them. Tired and hungry from work? He’s placed an order for your favorite pizza and arranged the pillows and blankets on the couch just how you like them. Overstimulated from too much talking? He’s blocked your friends and family on your phone so they won’t bother you. You can always call them back later, he reasons. When you feel better. When he decides you’re ready.
Dex looks out for you. Being an FBI agent, safety is always going to be his number one priority. You shared your location with him when you first started dating, but what if your phone died? He put an AirTag in your purse, buried behind some junk you’ll never sort through. He also put some cameras in the apartment just in case. Like the camera he put in your favorite potted fern. It has a perfect view into the living room. Just to make sure there weren’t any unwanted visitors while you were home alone.
Dex knows your menstrual cycle by heart. Twenty-eight days, five days of a heavy period, with ovulation happening always around the fourteenth day. It’s good for him to know. That way he can prepare, like making sure there’s enough pads in the bathroom, that your heating pad is working, that he has enough tea and snacks for you, and that on the fourteenth day, he can get you cockdrunk enough that you don’t think to ask why he’s so intent on coming deep inside you, keeping you in the mating press with your hips raised with a pillow for a few minutes afterwards.
Dex already has your future planned. He knows sometimes you struggle with big decisions, so he’s made it easier for you. He already bought your engagement ring, a beautiful two-carat diamond with a thin, gold band, and he’s got your matching wedding rings, as well. The wedding will be small, maybe about thirty people. In your hometown, at a church, to keep it traditional. He already has an idea of a wedding dress you’re sure to love. Dex has been looking at houses, too. There’s one in particular in upstate New York, near the Catskill Mountains. Woodsy. Isolated. Big enough for the four children you’ll have to run around and play. You’ll like the kitchen.
Dex makes sure your life is free from things you don’t need. Clutter and junk in your bedroom, unnecessary plans that will just make you stressed out. He clears out your bathroom cabinet, too, throwing away old things you don’t need anymore, like expired bottles of Ibuprofen, old nasal spray, birth control, things like that. It extends to people, too. Coworkers who annoy you. Men that try and hit on you in bars. Friends.
Dex would kill for you.
Dex has killed for you.
Dex doesn’t stop loving you. Even when you cry. Even when you become afraid of him. Even when he’s locked away, alone for years with nothing but a metal spine and his own thoughts. He will never stop loving you.
begging and pleading Shane to let you come along on his hunts. he’s reluctant at first, knows how clingy you are and doubts he’d be able to get much done. but you come home and show him the new camo set you got. a pretty, low cut camo tank with lace lining is what makes him fold and he’s agreeing to it quicker than he should, only thinking with his dick.
he’s impressed at how well you do. holding onto him as the two of you speed through the terrain. you sit next to him quietly as he watches the deer through his scope. you’re doing real well until he props to rifle against his shoulder and his bicep flexes. you can’t help the way it makes you squirm, watching him in that stupid backwards cap while he focuses intently on his target.
he notices you shifting more often, ears prickling as your body crunches against the foliage. “would you quit that?” he’s muttering, dropping the scope for a moment to glance over at you. he shouldn’t have done that because you’ve got your lip pulled between your teeth, looking up at him through your lashes with what he can only describe as “fuck me eyes”.
“brought you out here with me to work.” he says, watching as you press your thighs together. you shrug and cross your arms, making your chest push further up and over the tanktop. shane sighs, running a hand over his face.
about a minute later, his rifle is forgotten and propped against the log he has you tossed over. the bark bites into your skin and your knees take the brunt of his thrusts but it’s hard to care when he’s fucking you this good. he’s deep, fucking you hard enough to have you seeing stars. his hands grasp your hips with bruising force and he’s pulling you back against him, hardly letting you move your hips as he punches into you.
“c’mon, baby. lemme hear you. wanted this so bad, right? to distract me? bet you only came out here so i’d fuck you.” shane’s talking in that low voice of his that makes you dizzy, arousal spilling down your thighs as his cock slams into you. you don’t deny it, as much as you wanted to see shane while he worked, you knew exactly what you were doing when you put on this outfit.
tears well in your eyes as you nod, hands scrambling at the moss and dirt to gain purchase. you don’t trust yourself to speak, simply letting the whines and moans slipping from your lips express what he wants to hear. shane’s scoffing at your lack of response but doesn’t demand one like usual, instead pushing a hand into your lower back to make you arch for him.
what he won’t ever tell you is how much of an effect you have on him. when you pranced out in that little camo set, he was already tenting his pants. he’d been sneaking looks over this entire time, subtle enough for you not to notice but often enough to get his fill. sometimes he hates it, how much he actually likes being around you. shane can say how annoying you are, that you constantly slow him down and whine about everything, but you tug on his heart and make his dick harder than it’s been in years.
he’s reaching around and grabbing a handful of your tit, squeezing harshly against the soft material and groaning when his fingers brush the lace. you mewl and push back onto him, chasing your growing high as his thighs slam against yours. the noises echo through the trees, skin against skin, moans spilling from both of your lips.
shane loses it when he feels your nipple harden under his hand, poking through your bra and the tiny tank top. his thrusts go sloppy and with one final grunt, he’s burying himself inside of you fully and cumming. you whimper at the sensation, hand snaking down to rub your clit as he pumps you full, finishing only a few seconds later.
shane’s pulling out and spreading you apart, watching with a sick satisfaction as his cum leaks out and slips down your thighs. he gives your ass a pat and reaches over to his pack, digging out a handkerchief and pressing it into your shaking hand.
“clean yourself up. we still got a long day ahead of us.”
hiii haven’t really interacted with your blog a ton before but i do appreciate it when i see your posts in the wild
when i started getting back into the show i was unaware of who and what freakshit hans pulls and its ur posts that have filled me in the most😭😭
also just wanted to share a legit comment she made that gave me massive heebie jeebies knowing other stuff she’s pulled
anyways this got kinda long just wanted you to know it’s appreciated that you let people know about her and behavior🫶🫶 keep it real
I was trying my best to talk about the situation. It also feels weird to use the X Reader hashtags but it's important so those that are reading anything related to his characters are also informed of this. I'm glad that my posts were helpful to people and if anybody has questions you could either text me or use the ask box.
A lot of stuff that she has done gives me the creeps, the one comment that you posted is less scarier compared to the stuff that I have seen her say and do😭😭. She says that she sees Wilson everyday lmao.
Thank you so much, right now it's getting hard cuz of all the bullying that she is doing to me. However I'm not letting that affect me. The way she is being the victim when she's the one that started everything. I try my best to help and inform everyone as much as I can.
fucking shane and im making fun of his age during it.. saying im soo surprised he can still keep up 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 pissing him off so hes wrapping his bicep around my throat.. slightly choking me and tugging on my hair and going faster n harder to prove me wrong while degrading me and calling me a baby. ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
cw: 18+, unhealthy relationships, abusive themes, age gap, smut
shane isn't the 'he's mean to everyone but you' type, he's the 'mean to everyone especially you' type. he'd ragebait the fuck out of you.
"c'mon, sugartits. i was just joking." if you're actually mad about something he did.
"does it really feel that good?" in response to you moaning loudly.
and if you ever were to go public with your relationship, he'd be telling embarrassing stories about you to anyone who'd listen.
he never fails to comment on how different your generation is, putting on dramatic displays whenever you ask 'who's that?' or scolding you for not knowing how to change a tire. and he's always complaining about how you're on your phone instead of paying attention to what he's saying.
"what the fuck is a tick-tock?"
if you're not a big drinker, he'll make you one. coaxing you into drinking beers with him or going out to the bar. of course you say yes, since he rarely lets you two be seen in public together.
though, it ends with you two having nasty drunk sex in the back of his car. and that's exactly what his plan was the whole time.
he would most likely take his anger out on you. if it's something trivial like missing a shot while he was out hunting, or getting into a bar fight with 'some idiot', he'll fuck you like you're the one who's at fault, man-handling you into whatever position he likes and using you like his personal fleshlight.
if it's something more serious, he'll distance himself from you. he never answers your texts or phone calls, still having the audacity to leave you on read. you usually find him at his campsite, drinking or throwing knives. it always ends in an argument, and he ends up saying things he knows he should regret (but he doesn't really).
even after arguments like those, he knows exactly how to bring you back to him. guilt tripping you into being the first to apologise yet never saying sorry himself.
when it comes to toys in the bedroom, he'd probably be one of those guys who dislikes them. acting like a cranky old man with new technology, and calling you greedy for wanting more than his hands and mouth.
"you can barely take my dick, baby, and you want more?"
it's hard to convince shane to do anything, especially trying out something new. the only reason he ends up saying yes is because he accidently walks in on you using a vibe and gets one of the hardest boners of his life.
even while he's using it on you, he's still muttering how much of a spoiled brat you are.
"kids these days don't know how to appreciate what they've got."
cw: 18+, unhealthy relationship, abusive themes, age gap relationship, smut
shane as your boyfriend probably wouldn't even let you call him your boyfriend, he'd say he hates labels and doesn't like how childish calling you his girlfriend sounds. despite this, he still scolds you like a child.
he wouldn't go public with your relationship, especially if the age gap is significant. if he notices you bringing it up more often, he'll either distract you with gifts and lots of sex, or completely withdraw and make you feel like you did something wrong.
his favourite thing to do is touch you. he'll keep you on his lap while he cleans his guns, occasionally squeezing your tits. other times he'll come up behind you, slipping his fingers under your shirt and claiming his hands are cold.
he gets annoyed with you easily, forgetting how fragile girls like you are. even just a slight change in his voice and you're already getting panicky, asking if you did something to make him mad. sometimes, he'll lie and watch you crumble as you try and figure out what you did wrong.
if you catch an attitude with him during arguments (which you two have often), he doesn't shy away from punishing you. he'll bend you over his knee, muttering something about you being a brat and spanking you.
"you think sorry's gonna fix anything?"
if he's in a good mood, he'll teach you how to shoot with his guns. he'll pretend to be impressed even after you miss multiple times. usually it ends with him fucking you against the same tree you were shooting at though.
sex with shane is always rough and mean. even when he's eating you out or you're on top, he has to be in control. he'll pin your thighs to your chest, or grip your hips and fuck up into you. he's big into dirty talk, and encourages you to say filthy things back to him.
"tell me how it feels, baby. how's my cock feel in that tight fuckin' pussy?"
one of the only times he's shown patience with you was when he was training you to take him in your throat. he'd praise you whenever you choked or gagged around him, pulling out and sloppily kissing you.
"you look s'fucking pretty like this, babygirl."
if an argument ever ends with you threatening to break up with him, he'll laugh and tell you to repeat yourself. when you don't, he gets all up in your personal space.
"you think anyone else is gonna take care of you like i do, baby?"
later, he's fucking you into your mattress, shoving your head down into the pillows and thrusting at a mean pace.
"you still wanna leave me? 'cus your pussy's grabbing onto me like she dun'wanna let go."
if u see me getting manipulated by a silver fox sniper don't save me i'm right where i wanna be
buck as a boyfriend would be manipulative in a way that nobody would notice or suspect. he doesn't explicitly tell you what to do, instead he'll ask questions that make you question the people around you, guiding you to the decision he wants you to make.
"if i were you, i wouldn't take that, but it's your call."
he won't scold you with words or actions. over time you've learned what his expressions mean, a simple glance in your direction can make you straighten your posture or stop what you're doing. a raised eyebrow makes you blurt out an apology.
his love language is acts of service. since he's constantly got an eye on you, he almost immediately notices when you need help with something. without stopping what he's doing, he'll silently adjust your collar or unscrew a jar lid for you.
he'd absolutely talk you through it during sex, telling you what he's doing while he moves you or touches you.
"just gonna lift your hips up, darling."
he's so good at spotting when your mood shifts, stopping and asking if you're okay when you tense up, or continuing the same pace when you're about to cum. and you already know he's a service dom, prioritising your pleasure over his and eating you out until you're begging him to stop.
he'd be the type to tell half truths. you know he works for fisk as a bodyguard, and that he kills people. but he pretends he's ridden with guilt when he has to murder someone, and swears he only kills 'bad men'. if he comes home with visible wounds on his face, he lies and says it's not a big deal, hiding the fact that under his suit it's even worse.
because of his job, his schedule is pretty packed, so he makes use of his free time, arranging dates he knows you'll love and fucking you so hard you'll be sore for days. he makes you breakfast before he leaves, and sends you messages throughout the day.
coming home in 30 mins :)
traffic was terrible this morning. how did you sleep?
saw a stray cat and thought of you.
he'd have your location at all times, knowing there's a high chance you could be compromised because of his job. he'd teach you how to handle a gun, and pay for self defense lessons. when he's off on a mission, he hires someone to keep an eye on you and report back to him.
to everyone else, he seems cold and distant, but with you he's suprisingly soft. he'll melt into your arms after a long day at work, nuzzling his face in your chest and groaning while he lets his muscles relax. when he's tired but horny, he'll sit back and watch you ride him, occasionally groping your tits and muttering praise.
i just know dex would absolutely love cockwarming. he wants to be close to you so bad. if he could go his whole life never separating from you, he would. i feel like he wouldn't really get the point of cockwarming at first. i mean, moving is a pretty big part sex and giving each other pleasure, why would he just want to sit there?
then you convince him to try it and he just immediately loves it. because somehow he's even closer to you than he was before. how much closer can you get than being literally inside you? it's almost like being a part of you.
the first couple of times that you do it, he doesn't have the patience. dex tries his best but you just feel so good. after a couple minutes of being inside you, dex starts bucking his hips into you. groaning into your shoulder about how he's "sorry, just feels so good inside you. can't help myself. you make me go crazy."
dex's favorite time do it is during mundane times. he loves how intimate it feels. it becomes such a normal thing that he doesn't even ask, it's just an unspoken thing that you can tell he wants whenever he holds you close and pulls your hips close to his. fingers sliding beneath your band to check if your wet before he pulls your panties and shorts to the side and slides into you.
when he's had a rough day, dex finds you and immediately melts when your gentle hands touch him. tentatively wrapping his arms around you while his lips find yours. mumbling against them how he "needs to be close" to his girl so bad. so you lay down with him, brushing his hair back while his head rest against your chest. all his stress dissipating as he closes his eyes and imagines that he's part of you.
and at night, when the two of you curl up to go to sleep. sometimes you'll invite him to slip his cock into you. the two of you drifting to bed with him still inside you.
you feeling so deliciously and satisfyingly full from the feel of him. dex feeling so warm, it makes him so good inside to know you want him so badly too that you'll let him stay inside through the night like this.
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Shane with a controversially young girlfriend but anytime someone mentions it she’s defending him and telling everyone how good he takes care of her. Not even realizing it sounds like she means in bed.
INTAKE FORM ── SHANE / SIMPLE GIRLFRIEND .
WARNINGS : fluff, no smut, everyone finds it funny but her, shane maguire is a dirty old man.
CONFIDENTIAL MATERIAL ── 18+ ONLY.
naya is the first casualty.
you're helping her restock the first aid cabine; you're not sure why, it just seemed like the right thing to do. and you're telling her about the weekend because she asked, which you will remind her of later.
"he had me out there for hours," you say, handing her a roll of bandage. "like genuinely, naya, hours. my legs were shaking."
naya's hand pauses.
"he just kept going," you continue. "i kept thinking okay, surely, surely we're done. and then he'd look at me and just—" you shake your head. "back at it."
"back at it," naya says.
"at some point i said shane i need a break and he handed me a granola bar and waited like four minutes and then looked at me like well?" you laugh. "four minutes. that's not a break, that's a taunt."
naya is holding the bandage roll very tightly.
"and the thing is i never actually want to stop," you say. "like while it's happening i'm fully present, i'm so into it. it's only the next morning that i think maybe i should have some limits."
"some limits," naya says.
"he thinks that's hilarious by the way. my limits. he finds them very funny."
naya puts the bandage roll down on the shelf and stares at it.
"the trail," she says. "you're talking about the trail."
you frown. "obviously? you're so weird," you tell her, and hand her the gauze.
you tell shane that evening and he laughs so hard he has to put his coffee down.
not a short laugh either. a real one, the kind that takes over his whole face, which you don't see often enough that you've stopped finding it startling.
"it's not funny," you say.
"sweetheart," he says.
"she genuinely thought—"
"i know what she thought."
"about us—"
"yeah."
"while i was talking about the trail—"
"the trail," shane says, still grinning, and picks his coffee back up.
you point at him. "you think this is funny."
"i think it's very funny."
"it's not."
"it really is." he looks at you over the rim of his mug, warm and entertained in a way that he mostly saves for you, when no one else is watching. "you gonna do it again?"
"obviously not."
you do it again the next day, to kyle, completely by accident.
in your defense, kyle asks.
he says how was your weekend in the tone of a man who does not actually want an answer but has been raised to ask, and you say good, really good, exhausting and then unfortunately you keep talking.
"shane's relentless," you say. "like i have never met anyone with that kind of endurance. it should be illegal, honestly, the things he can do with—"
"i'm good," kyle says.
"—his sense of direction. i had no idea where we were half the time. i was completely turned around."
kyle is staring at a fixed point on the horizon.
"and he just knew. every time. exactly where to go, exactly what to do." you nod. "it's the ranger thing, i think. or the army thing. either way."
"the army thing," kyle says.
"he's so precise," you say earnestly. "like nothing is by accident with him. every decision is completely intentional."
kyle closes his eyes for a very brief moment.
"he told me that's how he's always been," you continue. "that he doesn't like to do anything halfway." you pause. "actually his exact words were i don't quit until the job's done."
kyle makes a sound that is not a word.
"which honestly explains a lot," you say.
"does it."
"about why i'm always so tired."
kyle turns and walks away at a normal pace that somehow reads as fleeing.
you watch him go.
so weird, you think.
you tell shane about kyle over dinner and shane has to get up from the table.
he stands at the kitchen counter for a moment with his shoulders shaking and you say shane and he holds up one finger, asking for a moment, which you give him because you're generous.
"he just walked away," you say.
"yeah," shane manages.
"mid-conversation."
"i'm aware."
"i was being nice."
"you were sweetheart," he agrees, turning back around, and he's got the grin fully under control now but his eyes are doing the thing they do, bright and a little helpless, that you have decided is your favourite thing on his face. "you were being very nice."
"what is wrong with everyone here."
"nothing," he says. "they're perfectly normal."
"they're all so strange."
"sweetheart," he says, coming back to sit down, and the way he says it has something in it that makes you narrow your eyes.
"what."
"nothing."
"shane."
"eat your dinner."
it's carol at the general store who finally breaks you.
you go in for coffee and she asks how things are going and you say great, really great, shane took me out all weekend and she gets a look on her face that has become, you're realizing, a specific look. one you've seen before. on naya. on kyle. on the two rangers who were with kyle last thursday when you mentioned that shane always makes sure you finish before he—
before he packs up, you'd said, and they'd both suddenly needed to check on something.
you stand in carol's general store and you look at her face and something, slowly, begins to dawn.
"carol," you say.
"yes honey."
"do people think that i'm — that when i talk about shane, that i mean—"
carol says nothing. she is a wise woman.
you think about naya and the bandage roll. you think about kyle walking away. you think about what you said to the two rangers about packing up.
"oh my god," you say.
"there she is," carol says.
you drive back to the cabin with your jaw tight and your face hot and when you walk in shane is at the table cleaning a rifle with the particular focused quiet that usually you find very attractive and right now you find extremely irritating.
"did you know!" your voice is a high, flustered screech. you think you hear a bird fly away at the noise.
he looks up.
"everyone thinks—" you gesture broadly "—when i talk about the trails—"
the corner of his mouth moves.
"shane."
"sweetheart—"
"did you know this whole time."
he sets the rifle down. he gives this the consideration it deserves, which takes about two seconds. "yeah," he says. "pretty much from the start."
"and you didn't tell me."
"you were having such a good time."
you stare at him. "i was mortifying myself."
"you were adorable."
"i told kyle you don't quit until the job's done."
shane bites the inside of his cheek very hard. "i know. he texted me."
"he texted you?!"
"to say thank you, i think. or to warn me. hard to tell with kyle." he stands up, still doing the cheek thing, still fighting it, and crosses to where you're standing with your arms crossed and your face doing something complicated. he puts his hands on your waist. "hey."
"don't hey me."
"you're so cute when you're embarrassed."
"i'm not embarrassed, i'm furious, there's a difference."
"there really isn't," he says, and ducks down to press his mouth against your temple, your cheek, the corner of your jaw, slow and easy and deeply unfair, and you feel the laugh he's been holding in finally escape against your skin, quiet and warm, and he says into your hair: "for what it's worth, they're not wrong."
you go very still.
"about me," he adds, unhelpfully, "not quitting until the job's done."
"shane maguire."
"yeah?"
your face is extremely hot.
"you're the worst."
"mm." he presses a kiss to your cheek. still smiling, you can feel it. "how are your knees, by the way. from the trail."
