BonBon

Jurassic Park

Star Wars

Indiana Jones

Kurt Russell

Lance Henriksen

Peter Weller

Robert Patrick

Alien Franchise

John Wick

The Mummy

The Terminator

Silence of the Lambs

V For Vendetta

Twister (1996)

Miscellaneous

You have to build up to bigger acts of service- like trying to trick a dog into doing something it doesn't want to do. He'll catch on very quickly if you try to surprise him with something or lure him into any kind of situation where he thinks he's being "coddled."

Tiny things like leaving his essentials in obvious places is a good start. Making sure his keys are always in the dish by the front door, that his favorite worn-out Vandals are at the front of the coat closet, that any personal hygiene items are within reach of the bathroom sink.

After the events of Terminator, he's tired as hell in more ways than one. How do you force yourself to adjust to a new life where you don't have to be hypervigilant and running on adrenaline 24/7?

(You don't)

Does oddly reckless things just to have something to funnel this energy into. Grabs hot plates without gloves or a potholder, does dangerous housework (like patching the roof) on his own. If he ever gets around to exploring the outdoors, he would do free soloing. Let him. Let him have that freedom. Patch him up afterward and don't chide him for being stupid- he knows he's being ridiculous.

Bandage his wounds and watch his cheeks burn, bright red splotches just under his eyes that only worsen when you manipulate the injured limb to clean it.

"I can do it myself-" "That's not the point." You gently chide, turning his left hand over in yours to expose the burnt palm. "Don't need your help. Treatin' me like a baby." He scoffs and whips his head to the left in a show of defiance, but his flaming cheeks tell the truth. He leaves his hand resting limply in yours, not pulling away despite his venomous complaints. He goes quiet once you start to work, silently watching while you measure out a strip of gauze and open your jar of antiseptic with your free hand. When you're finished, Kyle takes his time inspecting your work. "Not bad." "Shouldn't be," You gibe, "Seein' how you taught me how to do it."

Taking up tasks when he doesn't have the time for them is another good shoe-in. Learning how to clean guns and performing the maintenance on them when he can't, cooking for him, etc.

Becomes a little more openly needy after your encounter in the bath, but he never asks for things outright. Kyle's sweet, but he's always been more of a silent taker than a talker.

Waking up in the middle of the night to find yourself being gathered up in trembling arms and pulled over to his side of the bed. He buries his face in your neck and breathes you in, and there's barely enough room for you to wriggle your arms out from under his and wrap them around his shoulders. "Dreamin' again?" You coo into sweaty blond hair, tangling your fingers into the locks at the nape of his neck. Your only answer is a harsh, shaky exhale against the underside of your jaw. You stay in the same position until the sun begins to creep into the space between the blinds and the windowsill. You drift in and out of consciousness during that time, but whenever your eyes fluttered open, Kyle was always awake, his lashes brushing the side of your neck in slow, measured blinks. He doesn't thank you- not verbally, anyhow- but he pulls you impossibly closer until it feels like your bodies might meld, and the kiss that he gives you tastes of half-dried tears.

Bathing and showering together regularly. You're not sure what initiated it- an offhand remark on your part or Kyle simply materializing in the shower with you once- but it becomes a habit almost overnight. If you stand up to shower, he'll inevitably ask where you're going, and if it's him leaving first...

You don't think anything of it when Reese abruptly stands and vacates the living room. You used to make a habit of following him around just to make sure he was alright, but you'd learned rather quickly that treating him like he was made of glass only made him withdraw, so you gave up on monitoring him. You passively track the sound of his footsteps as they pad toward the entryway and then up the stairs to the second floor. There's a few seconds of silence before pipes rattle in the walls and the showerhead turns on somewhere above you. You wait. There's no sound of the curtain being pulled aside, no additional footsteps to indicate that he's gotten in. You set your activity aside. Steam is steadily billowing into the hallway once you reach the top of the stairs, and when you poke your head into the bathroom, Kyle's fully clothed and facing the door. The corners of his mouth twitch upward at the sight of you. "Was wonderin' when you were gonna get here." "You could've just asked," You chortle, "What would you have done if I hadn't come upstairs?" "Prob'ly stand here another couple of hours. Steam's good for you, y'know."

Doesn't need you to help him with lathering up or anything of the sort. Just wants to know that you're there with him. You can go the entire shower without ever talking and he'd still be happy. Enjoys the warmth of the water and the closeness of you while he's in such a vulnerable state.

Undressing for the shower and before bed follows the same routine. You strip first, quick and efficient, and by the time you're done, Kyle's barely managed to take off his socks and start pulling his shirt over his head. You always move in to help him, and he always voices a halfhearted protest before sagging against you and letting you do the rest. Once both of you are undressed, he sets his hands on your hips and leans forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder. He never pushes for more- never takes it further unless you initiate- just lingers there, holding you like you're the only thing keeping him grounded.

Please make him the little spoon. He'll resist, and he might even try his hand at wrestling with you just to make you the little spoon, but don't let him win. Push him over onto his side and tangle your legs with his. Throw one arm over his stomach and thread the other between his neck and the mattress. You'll hear the sheets rustle and feel fingers tracing the lines on your palm.