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guys this is so random but I’m starting a smoker!dex agenda…
i was thinking earlier about dex breaking into your apartment in new york. it’s daredevil s3 dex, in the bullseye suit, helmet off, hired by Fisk to kill the investigate journalist who’s been snooping around and finding out answers he thought were long buried.
you get home and open the door before closing it behind you. kicking your shoes off and dropping your bag at your feet, you strut into the kitchen to get a glass of water. you relax after taking a sip and let out a sigh.
that’s when you see him.
standing in the way of the window, illuminated by the billboards from the city. his red suit reflects the lights cascading from his red daredevil suit that sends shivers down your spine. cigarette in his hand, he blows the smoke out of the window before his eyes meet yours.
“hey sweetheart.” He huffs the smoke away from his frame, turning to face you with a sickening grin that makes you uneasy at your core. “someone’s been bad, huh?” he flicks his cigarette bud and beckons you over to him.
somehow, it’s like your body betrays you.
because you actually go over to him.
your feet carry you all the way over to him and he brushes one hand on the back of your neck. he holds it tight, squeezing in a way that makes you feel dizzy and light headed when you’re forced to look at him.
dex huffs the cigarette smoke in your face and holds the object in his other hand while he squeezes even tighter. “think we need to talk, yeah?”
pairings: ryland grace x reader x courtland gentry
warnings: angst, use of a tranquilliser gun, mentions of guns, reader is unconscious for a bit, allusions to spicy time but nothing explicit or descriptive...
It was quiet in the motel.
There was barely any sound aside from the buzzing of the ancient television that echoed through the dingy motel room. Courtland never really cared about where he slept or how it looked, that was his life. At least part of it anyways. but he couldn’t help but realise how awful it was since you pointed it out to him.
How they were all the same.
Unmaintained, dull, often dirty and above all, dusty.
It made him smile to himself when he thought of you and your stubbornness. The way you were adamant on driving on to get to ryland when you thought he was in trouble. courtland thought his brother was too lucky to have you.
If it was him, he’d have never even left your apartment to go to work. If anything he would’ve stayed at home with you all day and let some boring, useless supply teacher take over for him. Or when he left, he’d have brushed off the government officials and came straight home to you. He thought ryland, as much as he loved him, was a bit of a pushover. He didn’t put up a fight to come home to you. he obliged the government well…because it was the government. He didn’t have that fight in him that courtland was plagued with.
So when the news flickered about a new government project titled ‘project Hail Mary’ and the news showed a picture of you and his twin brother. He felt a lump in his throat that drove him crazy. What was going on? courtland threw his gun to the side and turned the volume up.
“These heroes of humanity are giving their lives to save ours by going to space to find out what is dimming the sun and how to stop it. isn’t that romantic? these two have been together for years and are going to space to see out the rest of their days in space to save us.”
What were they talking about?
There was no way either of you would willingly go to space to die, right?
his head was spinning, his heart racing. what were they talking about? it was impossible. Ryland was terrified of everything. He wouldn’t fare well in space! And you. You had nothing to do with any of this anyways. This was all to do with ryland and his research, so why on earth would the government drag you into it? Was it some sort of ploy to keep him happy? Was it something you had willingly chosen to do? There was no way. He wouldn’t believe that.
Courtland felt the bile rise up in his throat. He had to do something. He couldn’t let you go to space without knowing why you would do that.
he grabbed his gun and slipped it into his holster before leaving the motel room.
Ryland was freaking out.
In a way that he hadn’t really ever before.
Not only was he going to be sent to space to wither away out there, but you were going too. Stratt said it was for good measure, a gesture of good will as a thank you for ryland cooperating. When you started to shake your head and leaped up to your feet, that’s when he really started to panic. He knew he needed to try and be the level headed one, but it was hard when you began to repeat the word ‘no’ and ran out of the room in a panic.
Ryland shot up to go after you, despite Stratt’s warning, and followed the several agents who were racing after you. there was nothing around for miles. even if you did get out, you weren’t making it far. so when Carl tackled you to the floor and injected you with something, ryland tried his best to pull him from you. his arms reached out to yank the man from you but several arms wrapped around him to keep him held hostage to watch your limp body be picked up and walked away with.
So when he was forced to the cell and the door was locked behind him, he banged and banged on the door. He yelled, he shouted, he made as much of a ruckus as possible. But it was no use. No one came. No one wanted to help him and no one wanted to tell him about you.
Ryland had never felt so guilty. this was all his fault. if he hadn’t of opened his big mouth to courtland and asked him to come and get you, none of this would’ve happened. You would be safe back in your shared apartment waiting for him to come home still. He had no idea of the news report that had gone out - especially since Stratt said how confidential this mission was.
A loud cluttering sound echoed down the hall and he looked up at the door, followed by several screeches. Ryland rushed to his feet anxiously. What could that be? What was everyone panicking about?
That’s when the door flung open and courtland stood in the doorway, gun in hand, wearing all black with a toothpick in between his teeth.
“Court, oh my god-”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know, they just threw me in here and I-”
“Get your act together, ryland, we have to move fast, where’s the medics area?” Courtland wrapped an arm around his brother and pulled him out into the hallway as they scouted the area.
Ryland paused as he saw the bodies that littered the floor. “What the fudge did you do, court?”
“They’re fine, they’ll wake up in a few hours.” He shrugged, placing a hand on rylands neck and forcing him to lead the way. “Where will she be?”
It wasn’t long until majority of the base had been tranquiziled by courtland grace.
It felt like it took forever for them to find you as they searched the base high and low. When they finally reached the medical wing, that’s when they realised that we where you were. The amount of guards by the door gave it away.
Courtland disregarded of them. He didn’t care for whatever they had to say. All he cared for was you, and making sure you were okay. So when he knocked the men unconscious and opened the door to see you laid on a steel bed, his temper ravaged through him.
Gun pointed to the doctor across the room, courtland yelled. “What the fuck have you done?”
“She-she’s just sleeping! It’s a sedative!” The doctor exclaimed as the gun was raised between his brows. “She should wake in a few hours.”
“Should? I should put a bullet through your fucking skull.”
“Court we have to go.”
“How do we make her come back around sooner?”
“There isn’t a way!” The doctor pleaded.
Courtland had endured enough of his shit talking for long enough. His hands pulled from the trigger of the gun and slammed the barrel of the gun against his temple, knocking him out cold. What was he expecting?
The twins left the room with you in your partners arms and the eldest with his gun aimed forward. Nobody would stand in his way of getting all three of you to safety. No matter what.
The drive back to the motel was silent.
Ryland hated whenever courtland drove. He was a terrible driver. He drove like a stuntman, swerving in and out of cars like a madman and putting his foot down on the accelerator to floor the car forward. Ryland was sat on the back seat with you, arms wrapped around your frame as he monitored you.
You’d wake up soon.
When? They weren’t quite sure. All he knew was that he had to hope it was soon.
He couldn’t cope with the silence in the car. His brother ignored him and didn’t even acknowledge his presence in the back seat. It was as if the lack of sound taunted him. It reminded him that everything that had happened was all his fault. That you were now heavily sedated in the back seat unable to hold yourself up or even open your eyes. You didn’t even have a reaction when he brushed your hair from your face like he always did while you slept. Ryland whispered to you the whole drive back to the motel. He told you everything that passed by on the drive. The dry land. The gas stations filled with unsuspecting customers. The shitty dive bars that littered the side of the road.
You never responded to him though.
When courtland stopped the car and rushed to the door of the motel to make sure it was safe, he was met with silence. This was the same one you and him had stayed in on your journey over the first time. The one the two of you shared your bed in. The one where you laid your head on his chest and held his hand while you slept. He was sure that was because you thought he was Ryland in your sleep, telling himself that you weren’t really interested in him like that. there was no way you wanted the assassin brother when you could have the scientist brother.
Ryland laid you down on the bed in the motel, whispering sweet nothings to you whilst his twin ensured all the doors were locked and curtains pulled close. you wouldn’t be able to rest here long. Just until you awoke or you had to move when his tranquillisers wore off of the agents at the base. Hopefully the first option would be what happened.
“Ryland, what the fuck happened?”
“They were forcing me to go to space. gave me no option, said it was necessary. But they tried to win me over and get me to agree by saying they could come.” He said quietly, hands holding yours. “Said that’s why they let me have the call, they knew id call them to come. That way they thought id cooperate.”
“And were you going to?”
“What?”
“Cooperate, ryland. Were you going to cooperate when they sent her to her death in space just to make you say yes?”
“Court.” Ryland sighed. “She bolted the first chance she had. She ran the whole length of the base to the fence before getting caught, they held me back and sedated her. I couldn’t do anything. They threw me in that cell until you showed up.”
Courtland wanted to grab his brother by the throat and launch him across the room. “You didn’t help her? What did you tell them about going? Did you tell them no?”
Ryland paused. “No, after she bolted it was all a blur.”
Silence bellowed between the two of them.
Silence was better than the anger that courtland was feeling. That anger that could’ve raged through the motel and tore his brother apart. Something that could have genuinely torn the air from his lungs. Ryland felt a mixture of everything. He was upset with himself for not sticking up for you at all. He was angry with himself for not acting sooner and realising they were using you to get him to comply. He was devastated that you were in such a state all because of him.
Because of his stupid big brain.
Courtland had sent Ryland to get some ice and water for the room.
You were heating up whilst being sedated, neither of them knew a quicker way how to wake you up. The doctor was no use at the base when they’d enquired with him which led to him being swiftly knocked unconscious. They had been sat in silence all night by your bedside. The scientist held your hand to his tightly, whispering prayers to your skin. The assassin sat stoic. Someone had to remain calm and level headed while the older twin freaked out over his lover being unconscious.
His hand clutched onto yours and brought it to his chest. “You have to come through soon, sweetheart.” The assassin whispered. “Need to hear you be snarky with me again about anything. Or about how ugly this motel room is.”
His burner phone rang out in the room. He wanted to ignore it. They would be wanting a mission report. Something that he couldn’t give them. Nothing else mattered right now. How could it? The only thing he cared for was laid unconscious before him.
When Ryland walked back into the room, bucket of ice under his arm, he didn’t know what to say to his twin. Courtland was never good at affection or showing any sort of feelings. Towards anyone or anything. So how was it that he was holding your hand to his chest?
The assassin stood up and took a step into the bathroom. He couldn’t show his brother how much this was getting to him. How frustrated he was with everything that had gone on. How all he wanted was to be back talking with you while he drove. You holding his bicep when he made you laugh. How that laugh made him feel at home. He splashed cold water onto his face and looked at himself in the mirror.
You can do this. He uttered to himself.
When he returned to the room, he was shocked to see you standing opposite his brother with fists extended to him.
“Ryland did you know!” You exclaimed, voice coarse from the sedation you had been under. Your heart rate was through the roof and your whole body shook with anxiety from what had gone on.
That was until you turned to see courtland.
You jumped towards him, encasing yourself in his arms and turning away from Ryland who stood with his hands in the air. Confusion covered his face. Nothing made sense to him. Especially the way his brother brushed your hair and held you tight to his chest when you hid from Ryland. Courtland felt so secure in his own feelings now. He had thought of nothing but you since leaving you, and the fact that you leaped towards him for safety told him everything that he needed to know.
“Court, r-ry got me there to kill me.”
“I didn’t know, I swear! Do you think I’d have done it if I knew?” Ryland begged. “Please listen to me, id never ever hurt you.”
“Court.” His eyes met yours and noticed the tears that threatened to surface. “Court they wanted to kill us.”
“You’re safe, okay? You know I wouldn’t let anything hurt you.” Courtland promised. “Ryland didn’t know until you were sedated. But it’s okay, right? You’re safe. You’re here, you’re never going back there.”
“Court, he wanted us to go to space to die!”
“Love-” the scientist opened his mouth.
“Wanna go home, court. Take me home, please.” Your hands clutched onto his neck as you began to cry. “M scared court.”
“Don’t be scared, please, it’s all gonna be okay, yeah? You’re never going back there. Never. I got you out of there and I’ll make sure you never go back.” He placed his hands on your face with a promising gaze. “Never.” You nodded apprehensively in his hands, easing into his grasp. “What can we do to make you feel better, yeah?”
Anxiously, you had asked courtland to ask Ryland to leave the two of you alone.
Everything was a blur in your mind but only a few things were clear. One, Ryland Grace sat there compliantly whilst you ran for your life. Two, you knew you were safe with Courtland. The same couldn’t be said for Ryland. Courtland gave you a sense of security that you had never felt before. A feeling of safety that you didn’t know you ever needed. That feeling that made you realise how shielded you were from everything that could’ve provided harm to you.
You had spent an hour with your legs to your chest and head on your knees. Courtland sat beside you. He wasn’t sure whether or not to touch you. The silence that haunted the room had him on edge like no mission ever had.
All this happens between the two of you whilst Ryland sat in the car outside of the room. His eyes fixated on you while his heart yearned to fix this. He wanted nothing more than to hold you close to him, to whisper all the apologies he could to you and make sure you knew that he had no knowledge of what was happening. The very last thing he wanted was for his brother to comfort you. His little brother who saved his life when they were kids. Ryland grace wasn’t a possessive man, nor was he jealous. but seeing his brother sat next to you while you cried, that made him possessive. Courtland had everything ryland didn’t. He had muscles that he actually used for work, skills that he couldn’t even dream of, life experience and secrets that made him sick to his core even thinking about it.
He couldn’t bare it.
He brought himself out of the car and knocked lightly on the motel room front door. Slowly ryland pushed it open to see your head on his brother’s shoulder and arms around his neck. He had to resist the urge to let out an animalistic, deep groan from his throat when his twin brushed a hand up your thigh.
Maybe he was possessive and jealous.
“Ry?” Your voice whispered into the room, looking up at him as sat beside you on the bed. “ry m sorry.”
When you finally turned to face him, he brought his hands to yours. he was expecting you to be cautious. To not want to hold him. So it was a surprise to him when you jumped into his lap and wrapped both of your arms around his neck, burying your head in the crook of his neck. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, yeah?”
“Know you wouldn’t ever hurt me, ry, I’m sorry, was just scared.”
“I know, angel.” He hushed and ran a hand through your hair. “We’re never going back, okay?”
You pulled back and rested your forehead against his, his glasses stopping you from being as close as you wished. But you loved his glasses. and you loved ryland. “Just wanna go home.”
“We’ll go home first thing in the morning yeah?”
“All three of us.”
“All of us?” Courtland spoke up when you turned to face him, a blush spreading on your face whilst his twin brother remained gazing at you. “I-i might have to go. I have a mission I need to complete in Shanghai.”
“At least spend the night with us before you go, court.”
You brought your hand onto his and placed his hand on your lower back. Ryland felt his brothers hand next to his. Both of them looked at each other, puzzled. What the hell were you insinuating here? You were so busy sat between the two of them that they hadn’t even noticed how you had wrapped an arm around both of their necks and placed a hand in their hair.
“I don’t think you know what you want.” Ryland was first to speak up when he turned his head to face you. “You’re exhausted and we’ve all been through a lot the last few-“
when are u continuing have to go!!! i miss it so damn badddddddd
anon it’ll be back soon!!! ive been struggling with writers block and figuring out an ending for them, do you guys want an angsty ending or super fluff?
guys im having my first allergic reaction EVER. im 21. what the fuck this is so rough like. I’m seeing my chemical romance tomorrow there is NO WAY im missing it bc of some stupid allergic reaction
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a/n: pls let me know what you think!! having such writers block atm and trying to power through! 🫶
Courtland had sent Ryland to get some ice and water for the room.
You were heating up whilst being sedated, neither of them knew a quicker way how to wake you up. The doctor was no use at the base when they’d enquired with him which led to him being swiftly knocked unconscious. They had been sat in silence all night by your bedside. The scientist held your hand to his tightly, whispering prayers to your skin. The assassin sat stoic. Someone had to remain calm and level headed while the older twin freaked out over his lover being unconscious.
His hand clutched onto yours and brought it to his chest. “You have to come through soon, sweetheart.” The assassin whispered. “Need to hear you be snarky with me again about anything. Or about how ugly this motel room is.”
His burner phone rang out in the room. He wanted to ignore it. They would be wanting a mission report. Something that he couldn’t give them. Nothing else mattered right now. How could it? The only thing he cared for was laid unconscious before him.
When Ryland walked back into the room, bucket of ice under his arm, he didn’t know what to say to his twin. Courtland was never good at affection or showing any sort of feelings. Towards anyone or anything. So how was it that he was holding your hand to his chest?
i need ur help!! for p2 of closest to home (read p1 here!), i have two idea of how courtland gets back to Ryland & reader at the base.
idea a: courtland turns on the news in a motel room and sees the report on the project Hail Mary. it launches in four hours and the news shows a picture of you and ryland, hailing you as heroes who are giving their life to save humanity. he makes his way back to the base and saves the both of you, dealing with whatever fallout comes your way.
idea b: you call courtland after the meeting with Stratt in which she tells you she’s sending you and ry to space. she gives you three hours to deal with the decision before you’ll be taken and forcefully put on the aircraft. you call him and tell him you need his help, he meets you at the edge of the base and you and ryland get in his car and drive off.
both ideas have angst for sure and tension between the twins but pls let me know what you think is better!! and if you have any ideas or things you wanna see in it drop a comment and I’ll do my best to include them! <33
hello my lovely, I had a dream last night about our dear Buck Cashman and I couldn’t help but think he’d be the type of person with a high school sweetheart
Imagine, you both are in the same school, reader doing something like art or theatre while Buck does sport or debate?
They were each others first everything (kiss, first times) Even as they grow up together they never lose that spark they have. Even when Buck went to the military and you couldn’t see each other for a year or two.
When he gets the job for Fisk, he asks reader to move to New York (I can imagine they live in England or another state) and somehow when he starts working there Daniel asks about a relationship and buck casual mentions how you’ve been together since high school

OH ANONNNN. I LOVE THIS!!
have I known you twenty seconds, or twenty years? - buck cashman x reader
warning: high school sweethearts, teeth rotting fluff!
"how about you buck? you seein' anybody?" Daniel quizzed the suited man who stood in his office.
"I'm married, Daniel."
"you're married?!" BB exclaimed in shock.
buck slowly turned back to face the two young adults. "yes...? why is that so shocking?"
"you're just so quiet."
"and brooding."
"and like...you just give loner vibes."
"well, thank you for your optimism about me, both of you." he scoffed.
"how long have you been together?"
buck couldn't help but smile. "twenty years."
"twenty years!" Daniel yelled.
"we met in school."
it rained.
it seemed to rain every day. or at least whenever you had to partake in physical education at school. even though you knew you had so much work to do for your other classes and lines to rehearse for the play you were starring in next month with the drama club.
you stood in the pouring rain wearing shorts and your schools top with folded arms. "I need to rehearse."
"you're also required to partake in PE at least once a week." your teacher sighed. "everyone else is doing it, why can't you?"
"because I'm busy?" you shrugged.
"she's always busy, miss! just likes the fuss is all!" the brunette jogged past the two of you, running backwards so he could look at you.
"shut it, buck." you rolled your eyes and shooed him away which only made him laugh further.
buck cashman was maybe the bane of your existence.
at times anyways.
you were in every single class together and had been for as long as you can remember. wherever you were in school, he was. maths? he was sat the row behind you. English? he was sat next to you. technology? he was sat in front of you. history, geography and art? he was always sat either next to you or opposite you.
you were never apart.
it also didn't help that your parents were best friends and you lived next door to each other. you walked to and from school together every single day. you thought that the weekend was the only time you didn't have to see him. unfortunately, your parents would go between houses and have barbecues together when it was sunny or order takeout when it was raining so that you had to spend all the time together.
all.
the.
time.
drama club after school was the only time you escaped from him. given how he wasn't ever taking part in drama club because he was so busy with debate club, sports club, politics, anything and everything he could think of.
teachers always paired you together for everything. homework. group tasks. presentations. they said it was because the two of you always worked well together. what a lie, you thought. there were times when he annoyed you so bad you wanted to rip his head off. when you wanted to launch him across the room.
it also didn't help that your bedroom window looked into his.
so even when you weren't in his presence, he was there. you'd sit doing your homework at your desk looking out of the window into his room, he would start waving and trying to distract you. that just made you close your blinds on him.
"wait for me after gym, yeah? we'll walk home." you rolled your eyes at buck.
it was the day of the dress rehearsal of Romeo and Juliet, with you playing Juliet of course. Wren, one of your other classmates, was playing Romeo. he was slightly unreliable. wren was popular. he was everywhere and nowhere all at once. sometimes he was late to rehearsal, sometimes he never showed up at all.
you'd told buck the night before that you would be heading into school earlier and you'd be spending all day in the theatre in costume while you had a full rehearsal. you needed the time to think about your lines and the way you held yourself. but he waited.
he promised that he'd stay silent the whole walk to school so you had chance to think through everything in your head. he knew what you were like when you were stressed, it wasn't worth annoying you anymore than he already did. buck just wanted to help in anyway he could.
he had seen you through the window up late last night rehearsing your lines, practically tearing your hair out when you kept stuttering over your words. when buck realised it was three in the morning and you were still wide awake - he opened his window and threw something at yours to get your attention. you jumped and looked over at him before you opened your window.
"you need rest." buck whispered. "you can't keep stressing."
"buck I have to get this right. what if I mess up?"
"when have you ever messed up?" he smiled and you rolled your eyes at him. "im serious, you need some rest or you won't be on top form tomorrow, yeah? I'll be right there."
"don't need you there, buck." you scoffed which only caused him to laugh. "sorry."
"go to sleep, alright? I'll bring you breakfast in the morning."
and he kept his word.
when he knocked on your door early the next morning, breakfast sandwich in hand and a bottle of orange juice. you couldn't help but smile at him. how lucky were you to have a best friend who was there whenever you needed him? especially when you pushed him away. he understood you and everything you did.
so when you walked into the theatre dressing rooms and you were told that wren wasn't coming in today because he was 'sick' you were furious. everyone knew he wasn't sick! he was too busy being hungover from the house party last night that he couldn't say no to!
you slammed the door to your dressing room closed and dropped your head into your hands. it was all going to shit. you had every reason to be stressed. buck was right. maybe not getting enough rest last night had screwed you over, would be reacting like this if you had finally had actual rest? who knew.
buck sat in the English class that you both shared and looked at the empty seat that you normally occupied. where you would laugh and play noughts and crosses in the back of his textbook. where you would scribble notes to each other about gossip the two of you had heard. that's when he heard the gossip about wren. about how he got so drunk at last nights house party that he was throwing up out of his nose and bailed on school today.
he jumped out of his seat and excused himself instantly, grabbing his backpack and rushing over to the theatre department to see you.
the knock on your door didn't even register within you. you were too busy holding back sobs over how wrong today was going. you hadn't even found your way to the stage yet while everyone set up the decorations on the stage.
"hey, hey, I just heard what happened." buck brought his hands to yours and held onto them. "it's gonna be okay."
"how the hell is it going to be okay, buck? he's playing fucking Romeo, his understudy isn't even in yet and the first show is tonight." you wept, trying your best to stay strong. "it's all fucked."
"it's not fucked." he smiled. "look at you, you look gorgeous in this dress, Jesus."
"shut up, buck." you laughed as he wiped the tears from your face. "what the fuck am I gonna do?"
"I'll do it. I'll be Romeo."
"sure thing, and I ran track this morning." buck couldn't help but grin at your joke. "there's no way."
"I'll see you out there, okay? get yourself sorted and I'll be right there." he urged, squeezing your hand once more before he got up and left the room.
there was no way that buck was missing his entire day to spend it with you.
he'd miss the rest of English, PE, debate, politics, science. he wanted to give it all up to make sure that you got through this no matter how stressed you were or how many obstacles were in front of you. nothing else mattered to buck because he knew how much this meant to you.
how many hours you'd put in revising the script and learning everything you needed to learn. how long it had took to paint all of the sets for the stage. he knew that this performance would have fell apart without you.
you needed to composure yourself. to make sure that you were going to be okay. to carry this performance. you redid your makeup and brushed your hair once more before you smoothed out the silk, baby pink dress that you wore.
when you entered the stage, there stood buck.
buck in his puffy white, lace up shirt and kept on his school trousers. he knew that this was only until either the understudy or wren decided to actually appear at school. he had the script in one hand and the other on his hip as his eyes scraped over the lines highlighted for him. you couldn't help but really look at him.
in a way that you hadn't ever before.
but you didn't have time for that.
you had to focus on this.
the two of you were instructed to rehearse the balcony scene first, to make sure that you had one of the most important parts of the play covered.
buck stood before you, holding his hand out and began to speak. "call me but love, and I'll be new baptised. henceforth I never will be Romeo!"
"what man art thou that, thus be screened in night, so stumbles on my counsel?" you smiled at him.
"I know not how to tell thee who I am. my name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee. had I it written, I would tear the word!"
"my ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?"
buck collapsed to his knees dramatically before you and you tried your hardest to hide the smile. "neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. with loves light wings did I o'erperch these walls. for stony limits cannot hold love out." he clutched onto your hands. "and what Leo can do that dares love attempt, therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me."
"if they do see thee, they will murder thee!" you argued, kneeling down to his height and placing a hand on his face. "I would not for the world they saw thee here."
"I have nights cloak to hide me from their eyes. and but thou love me, let them find me here! my life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting thy love." buck placed his forehead against yours and you fell silent.
you had forgotten your line.
how the hell did you forget your line!
how could he do this to you?
that simple touch, the closest you had ever been to each other since you were kids and fell asleep on the couch together, had simply driven you mad. mad in a way that you had never felt before. especially at your childhood best friend.
the two of you knelt opposite each other while your drama teacher prompted you to say the next line, but it all seemed to fade away. how were you supposed to focus ? especially with Buck right there. buck with his hands on yours and his eyes gazing through you. reading you so easily. in a way that made the rest of the earth drift away behind you.
there’s only you and him in this moment.
you felt uneasy. something in your stomach made you feel sick, but in a good way! like when the boys in the year above winked at you in passing. it was an exciting feeling, one that made you wish for more but you knew you’d never receive it.
and you couldn’t look at Buck that way.
your parents were best friends. you lived next door to each other. your bedroom windows looked into each others. you’d been best friends your whole lives.
you couldn’t look at him that way.
time seemed to whiz past after the dress rehearsal.
wren had finally dragged himself out of bed to actually take part in the play which made you feel all sorts of emotions. angry, hurt, furious. pissed off.
but part of you was angry because it wasn’t Buck who would be running lines with you. not like earlier when he basically saved your life.
everything went smoothly for the first performance, the only performance tonight, but you always seemed to find Buck sat in the audience. he sat with his parents and your parents, all of them watching on and cheering for you at the end. nothing else mattered but him. him and his gorgeous smile. or that cheeky grin he did when you finally got to slap wren, which he was sure you were incredibly happy about.
it was only you and him in that room.
“Phew, what a breeze, hey?” Wren laughed as you walked from the stage.
“Are you joking right now?” You scoffed. “Maybe get yourself somewhat presentable or attend the dress rehearsal next time, you absolute dick.”
“I wouldn’t have even come in for it if lover boy hadn’t have shown up at my door threatening to cave my head in.”
“What?” You turned back to him when you arrived at the door of your dressing room. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Buck showed up at my door earlier. Threatened to beat me up if I didn’t get myself cleaned up and here as soon as. Said it meant a lot to you and I couldn’t fuck it up for you.”
That rendered you speechless.
So in the half an hour from Wren’s understudy arriving and Buck returning after telling you he was going to class, he had actually gone to Wren and forced him to come in.
He had done that for you.
you closed the door to your dressing room and sat down at the vanity with a sigh of relief. the first performance was done with now, there was only ten more to go!
how could you even think about that after learning about Buck’s heroics? you wondered who knew. his parents sure wouldn’t have known, they’d have flipped out if they found out he’d skipped school all day to help you out in rehearsal and then threatened to bury someone alive to make you happy. you wondered if his friends from track knew, if they spurred him on or it was their idea. Buck wouldn’t have done something like this by himself.
you were sure of it.
A knock on your dressing room door caused you to turn your head and see a large bouquet of pink roses and your best friend hidden behind them.
“Congratulations!” He exclaimed and peeked over the roses with a smile. his smile was so contagious. “i got you these. well, my mum and dad wanted to but they’re from me really!”
“did you go to Wren’s place and drag him here?” you asked.
that’s when he fell silent.
that was when he put the flowers on the vanity and pulled a chair up to sit next to you.
he really hoped that he wouldn’t have said anything. that you wouldn’t have known. that it was just a gesture he had done to help you and hopefully you wouldn’t see the deeper meaning to it.
“i uh don’t know what you’re-”
“you’re a terrible liar, buck cashman.” you couldn’t help but laugh. “did you?”
he paused, then sighed. “i couldn’t bare to see you so upset. i know how much this means to you and the thought of you being so upset like that broke my heart. especially when i came in and you were crying. what else could i have done? I can’t let you feel like that, not if i can do something about it.”
you were at a loss for words.
instead, you flung yourself into his arms and held onto him.
tighter than you ever had before.
“thank you, Buck.” you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. “for everything you’ve done today. i don’t know what i'd do without you.”
he held onto you, basically squeezing you as he embraced you. this was what he had done it for.
to see you smile as wide as you did when you bowed to the crowd and found him.
to see you smile like you were right now as he held you in his arms.
“I told you, whatever you need, i’m here.” he reassured before finally letting go of you. “i should probably let you get changed-”
“did something feel different for you?” you blurted out.
well, there was no coming back from now.
this was the moment that changed your relationship forever.
Buck simply answered with silence. he didn’t know what to say. he couldn’t articulate it. not right now anyways. not when you looked so beautiful in the costume you were wearing and you held the bouquet of roses in your arms.
“forget it.” you quickly said when you realised he wasn’t going to say anything back. “was just being stupid, my bad Buck!” you tried to laugh it off.
he wouldn’t let you.
“when we were running lines?”
“Buck it doesn’t matter-”
“i’ve always felt this way. about you. always will too. ive known you my whole entire life, you’re the first thing i think of before i get up and the last thing before bed. you’re always in my head I can’t get rid of you, and I like it that way.”
“what about all the girls you went out with? jess? heather?”
“do you really think any of them mattered? tried to distract myself from you, thought maybe they’d take my mind off of you when I realised you didn’t feel that way about me then. but they couldn’t. they never will. it’s always me and you.”
you were at a loss for words when he returned back to the chair opposite you.
what were you to say when his hands brushed against yours and he caressed the side of your face slowly. when you leaned into his hand and couldn’t help the smile that graced you.
“everything feels different. a good different.” you confessed. “can’t believe you did all that for me.”
“of course I did.” he rolled his eyes at you. “like I said, it’s always been me and you.”
“you and i.” you grinned and he scoffed. “that’s why im getting better marks in English than you.”
“am i going to have to kiss you to shut you up?” Buck asked and your eyes went wide. “Woah hey im just kidding, i was just joking-”
“Yeah you do.”
He brought you into his embrace slowly, agonisingly slowly. one hand in your hair as you cautiously leaned into him. there was no going back after this. this was the make or break of the two of you.
buck couldn't help the smile that graced his face when he finally kissed you.
after years of dreaming for you, he finally got his wish come true.
"wait so what happened when buck went to the military?" BB asked you.
after speaking about you at work forever and ever, and gaining everyones interest, they begged for you to come to work with him one day. they pleaded and constantly nagged buck for even a picture of you, for a description of what you looked like just so they could finally put a face to the name.
buck vehemently denied any mention of you coming to work with him for a day. you knew how dangerous his line of work was and how strict he was about your safety. you lived an hour away from the office in your home out in the countryside. you spent most nights on the porch swing with a book in hand while you waited for him to come home. your life was more important than any selfish need he had for living closer to the city, or bringing you to work events.
after the nagging from the two young adults whom he spent most of his time with, he asked you if you wanted to come into the city for the day. you'd meet his coworkers before the two of you would leave the office and spend the day in New York shopping, dining and going to multiple museums. or at least that's what you thought anyways. when you agreed to come with him, excitedly wanting to meet everyone he had told you about, he made sure to do an entire sweep of the building and his office.
he had to make sure you were safe and wouldn't come to any harm.
"I waited for him." you confessed. "he was gone for just over a year. he wrote to me once a week and I kept every single letter. when he came home, I was at work funnily enough. he showed up at work and I dropped the twelve books I was carrying on my feet and jumped into his arms. it was like he was never gone."
"but...you moved from England to here? for him?" Daniel asked, looking at you while buck talked to someone by the door.
"of course I did. he's the love of my life." you shrugged when buck finally came back to you. "hey love."
"hi, darling." he smiled and placed a kiss atop your head. "have you finished your uh...line of interrogation?"
"you mean have they finished their interrogation, love?" you couldn't help but laugh as he rolled his eyes at you. "just like when we were kids."
"you're so-"
"loveable?" you grinned.
"yes, sweetheart, loveable." buck brushed a hand through your hair. "are you ready to go?"
"it was lovely to meet you both." you hugged BB and Daniel before turning to buck who was already carrying your bag. "forever the gentleman."
this is where I tell yall im finally working on a high school sweethearts fic with buck cashman that anon left in my inbox and I am in LOVE WITH IT! is it gonna be long? yeah! is it gonna be incredibly soft? hell yeah!
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cw: fluff-smut, MDNI‼️, domestic fluff, established relationship, pet names(Ryland calls her Baby), explicit sexual content, soft!dom! Ryland, Ryland curses, desperate and needy reader, lots of whining, alcohol intoxication (reader), dubcon(?), drunk sex (reader initiates), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (car), voyeur, being watched on act, protective Ryland, jealous Ryland, aftercare, emotional vulnerability.
summary: very concerned boyfriend Ryland tries so hard to be responsible, but his aggressively affectionate girlfriend had other plans.
“Hey uh—Ryland?”
An unfamiliar voice comes from the phone.
“Yes? Is everything alright?” Ryland stands up immediately. “And who is this? Why do you have my girlfriend’s phone?”
On the other end, he can hear music blaring, people shouting over each other, bursts of laughter echoing through what sounds like a very packed club.
“Right! I’m Nicole, one of her friends.” The woman laughs nervously.
“It’s Maddy’s birthday and, well… everybody got a little carried away. It’s absolute chaos here, there are way too many people for me to keep track of, and she’s one of them.”
A muffled commotion follows.
“YOU KNOW, RYRY IS SOOOO PRETTY ESPECIALLY WHEN HE’S—”
“Oh my God.”
“His nose? perfect. His eyes? oh i’m gone.” You continue somewhere in the background. “The little frown he does when he’s concentrating? UGH.”
Nicole groaned. “Yeahhh, yeah whatever.”
“I am forever, looking respectfully!” You defended yourself.
Ryland buries his face in his hand.
“Anyway, you heard her,” Nicole continues, sounding exhausted, “she’s drunk and she won’t stop talking about you, so I figured I’d call the responsible adult.”
“I’ll be there in ten.”
“Perfect.”
The call ends.
For a moment Ryland simply stares at the screen.
Then he moves.
He grabs the first coat hanging by the door, nearly dropping his keys in the process, and mutters a quiet curse beneath his breath. He is not panicking.
Just concern.
There is a difference.
Or at least that’s what he tells himself as he fumbles with the lock and heads for his car.
Nicole is guiding you towards the front lobby when the glass doors slid open.
Ryland steps inside.
The flashing lights and pounding music felt foreign now. It has been years since he’d willingly enter a place like this.
Then you spot him.
Your entire face lit up.
“MY RYLAND!” You point at him, shaking Nicole’s shoulder in excitement as you jump around, pulling yourself away from poor Nicole’s hold.
The moment Nicole lets you go, you stumble forward with all the coordination of a newborn baby deer.
“Oh thank God. You’re his problem now.”
You practically launch yourself at him.
Ryland barely has time to brace himself before you collide to his chest.
“Hi, Sugarpie~” You slur, grinning as you boop the tip of his nose with your perfectly manicured finger.
“S-sugarpie…?” He repeats weakly, sounding personally attacked as he visibly short circuits at the nickname, the tip of his ears flushes pink. Before he can respond any further, you cup his face between your hands and kiss his cheek.
“Mwah!”
A giggle escapes you.
Then another kiss. “Mwah!”
Another giggle.
And another.
“MWAH!”
The exaggerated kissy sound makes Nicole wheezes.
You only giggled harder.
Meanwhile, Ryland is rapidly turning red. “Okay, okay.”
“Alright.” His arms wrap securely around your waist before you can tip over, only to simply lift you off your feet altogether.
You gasp. “Oh my God.”
“You can barely stand.”
“I CAN stand.” Your legs kick uselessly through the air.
“See? Standing.”
Nicole snorted so hard she nearly doubled over.
“You’re enabling her.”
“I’m preventing a concussion.”
“Fair enough.”
While you remain occupied attempting to steal yet another kiss from his cheek, Nicole hands over your purse and helps drape your jacket over your knees.
“How did this even happen?” Ryland asks.
“A challenge happened and—”
“You should’ve come with me.” You say out of nowhere, pouting, cutting off Nicole’s explanation.
“I invited you.”
“You did.”
“You said no.”
“You told me it was girls’ night.”
“It’s just event details. Everyone else’s boyfriend is here.” You complain, giving him your best sad face as you trace little circles on his chest.
Nicole nodded solemnly.
“She’s got a point.”
“You’re supposed to be helping me.”
“I am helping. So next time, come suffer with the rest of us.”
Ryland laughs quietly despite himself.
“Yeah. I’ll come next time.”
Your eyes immediately widen.
“Really? Really? Really?”
“Really.”
“I LOVE YOUUU!” And there goes another kiss to his cheek. Nicole makes an exaggerated gagging noise at that.
“Okay, that’s enough. Take your boyfriend home.”
“Bye, Nicole!”
“Bye.”
“Love you!”
“I know.”
“Love youuuu!”
“Please leave.”
Still carrying you with ease, Ryland shook his head and headed toward the exit.
Halfway through the lobby, he looks down on you, finding you no longer paying attention to anything happening around you.
You are only staring at the chandelier overhead with complete wonder.
“Ry...”
“Yes?”
“Look, the ceiling looks beautiful.”
He follows your gaze.
“It is.”
“Not as beautiful as you though.”
Ryland nearly walked into the door, making you giggle and his cheeks burning.
With you squirming in his arms and insisting you won’t be any trouble, he finally makes his way toward the parking lot. But, the moment he reaches his car, Ryland freezes, he pats the side of his pants once, then again. Nothing.
“You have my keys.”
You blink at him. Then smile. “I have your keys!”
“Yes”
“I’m helping.”
“You stole them.”
“Borrowed.”
Ryland sighs.
After a brief negotiation involving three kisses, one attempted bribe, and you insisting his keychain is really pretty, Ryland finally manages to retrieve his keys.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He mumbles as he settles you into the passenger seat.
“I know.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“It sounded like one.” It absolutely is.
As he reaches over to fasten your seatbelt, you immediately complain.
“I want to sit with you.”
“You are sitting with me.”
“No.” You frown. “I’m sitting next to you.”
“Yes. That’s generally how cars work.”
“NO.” You point at him accusingly. “I want to sit with you.”
A laugh escapes him despite his best efforts.
“You can’t, baby. I need to drive.”
“Hmph.” You slump back into the seat, arms crossed dramatically over your chest.
For a while, the car falls quiet.
Then your gaze fell to your side, to him. “Pretty.” You mumble.
Ryland glances over, meeting your eyes already on him, heavy-lidded beneath fluttering lashes.
“I said you’re pretty,” You insist, reaching out to cup the side of his face, your thumb brushes softly over his cheekbone, earning a faint hitch in his breath.
Then, before he can gather a response, you’re already reaching for your seatbelt, unbuckling it and scrambling to sit into his lap.
“Wait—”
Ryland catches you immediately, one arm holding you in place. “You can’t do that.”
“I can.”
“That’s not how laws work.”
You stare at him, he stares back.
Then you pout.
“Baby.”
“No.”
“Baby. It’s dangerous.”
You only wiggle out of his hold, somehow managing to settle yourself comfortably on his lap. The triumphant giggle that leaves you tells him this was your plan all along.
“Absolutely not.”
“It worked.”
“It did not work.”
“It did.” You beam, Ryland pinches the bridge of his nose.
“You need to go back to your seat. Come on, baby. This is dangerous.”
You immediately shake your head. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You can drive just fine.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Ryland realizes this is a battle he’s not going to win through reason. With a resigned sigh, he pulls over to the side of the road, stopping to return you to your seat.
Apparently it doesn’t matter.
Because the moment he tries to move you, your arms immediately lock around him. Like a koala discovering its favorite tree.
“Baby.”
“No.”
“Baby.”
“No.”
“You have to let go.” And you cling tighter.
Ryland tries again.
And again.
At one point he even gets out of the car and attempts to physically relocate you back into the passenger seat. He tries bribing you with food. He even tries shaking you off, which only has you laughing so hard that Ryland starts laughing too.
He is sure he could move you if he really tried, like actually peeling you off him. The problem is that he doesn’t want to risk the force hurting you.
So the two of you remain stranded on the side of the road.
With you straddling his lap, tracing every feature of his face as if he is the prettiest thing ever.
He is pretty, you love pretty.
Each touch is followed by a soft kiss, one after another, giggling and smiling ear to ear at just how gorgeous your boyfriend is.
Ryland is trying very hard to pretend like this is a normal situation.
It’s not.
Not when every few minutes you glance up at him fluttering your lashes before announcing an observation.
“Pretty.”
“I’ve heard.”
“So pretty.”
“Thank you.”
“The prettiest.”
A fond smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
You kiss that smile away before burying your face in the crook of his neck, earning a shaky breath from Ryland .
“B-baby…”
You begin pressing open mouthed kisses along his jaw, nipping and licking playfully down his neck, leaving marks that will definitely be visible later.
A whimper escapes him on each kiss, his hands gently trying to guide you away, but not because he dislikes it, quite the opposite actually. He’s starting to enjoy it far more than he should, he needs to get the two of you home.
“Baby, l-let’s not—Oh~” His words cut off at the roll of your hips.
Your hands drift across his chest, softly rubbing on them, you hum softly as you let your lips linger just on top of his, making him chase the kiss before finally giving it to him, moaning into his mouth as you continue grinding on his already forming bulge.
Slowly drowning in your touch, Ryland’s hands not shying away, softly caressing your waist whilst holding you steady. He is struggling to remember why he pulled over in the first place, with eyes tightly shut, his hips start bucking up helplessly, matching your movements.
Then he feels your cold hand snaking under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, clumsily trying to push on the shirt he is wearing. And he remembers.
The position you’re in.
The situation you’re in.
The reason he stopped the car.
Quickly catching your wrist, he jerks back off the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours and forcing himself to calm down.
“I-i’m sorry Baby, but let’s n-not—” It’s painfully hard for him to say that, only for his words to be cut off by your whines.
“No~” You eagerly try to lean back in for the already heated kiss, but Ryland turns his head away at the last second. Making you frown sadly at his response.
He saw that, the dejected look.
“Hey, hey,” One hand comes up to cradle your face, just holding you there, keeping a sliver of distance between the two of you as he tries to calm your increasingly distressed state.
You grab that hand and pull it down to your chest.
“Touch me…”
His fingers squeeze on them out of reflex, he can’t even stop himself, the sensation drawing a soft moan from you and Ryland instantly chokes on his own breath.
“Shit—“
His other hand shoots up and grabs his wrist, pulling it away as if it might betray him again if left unattended.
“No…no…” He squeezes his eyes shut.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? -He thought to himself.
“Baby, please…” His voice cracks slightly. “D-don’t do this to me.”
“I want you to.” You quickly reply.
His hand goes back to your face, thumb brushing gently across your cheek.
“I know Baby. I know what you want,” The words come out softer this time. “But not now. You’re drunk.”
“No~ i know what m’doing.” You nuzzle into his palm, displaying your sad sad eyes.
The gesture nearly breaks whatever resolve he has left.
“I’m not rejecting you, okay?” He murmurs. “That’s not what this is.”
Your head tilts, resting fully against his hand, eyes remain fixed on him.
Waiting.
Wanting.
“Then why not?” The question comes out small.
Honest.
Ryland lets out a heavy sigh. “Because I care about you.”
“I know. So take care of me...” You frown.
He presses a kiss to your forehead.
“I know what you mean.” A strained laugh escapes him. “And trust me, you’re not making this easy for me either.”
That earns the faintest huff from you, pulling another smile from him.
“But I need you to tell me that again, once you’ve had some sleep, some water, and yell at me for being annoying.”
You grumble under your breath, making Ryland laugh.
“If you still want me after that…” He pauses for a moment, swallowing the thought of it. “then we’ll talk about it.”
The promise hangs on you.
You are unimpressed.
Beautiful.
Ryland nearly groans again.
“Please don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Too beautiful, like you’re trying to kill me.”
A laugh escapes you.
“There she is.” Ryland closes his eyes in victory.
“You have nice eyelashes.”
“Thank you.”
“You should let me borrow them.”
That earns an actual laugh from him, a quiet one, the kind that makes your heart flutter.
Eventually your words become slower, the pauses between them grow longer as your head grows heavier against his shoulder.
Finally silence takes over.
Ryland looks down.
You’re asleep. Still clinging to him, one hand still holding onto his jacket. Still wearing the tiniest smile.
Ryland can’t help smiling back.
For a moment, he simply sits there, watching you. His fingers gently combing through your hair, only when he’s sure you’re sound asleep does he carefully move you back into the passenger seat.
This time, you don’t protest, you merely curl deeper into the jacket draped over your shoulders. Ryland reclines the seat and adjusts your seatbelt, making sure you are comfortable, and finally starts the car.
The rest of the drive home passes in silence.
As the car stops, you stir in your sleep, as if knowing that you’re home.
Ryland glances over, seeing your sleepy eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Hi.” He smiles, the back of his hand brushes gently against your cheek.
You push yourself upright, blinking away the remnants of sleep. For a moment, you simply stare at him, then your gaze drops to his hand resting on your thighs.
Warm.
Without a word, you climb over the center console and settle onto his lap, wrapping your arms around him before burying your face in his neck. Again.
Ryland lets out a quiet sigh, not surprised in the slightest. One arm circles your waist while the other reaches for the bottle of water.
“Here. Water first.”
Reluctantly, you allow him to help you drink a few sips, once he’s satisfied, he sets the bottle aside.
“Let’s go.”
His hand is only centimeters away from the door handle when you practically collapse onto him.
All your weight and determination, arms looping around his neck as you cling to him shamelessly, effectively pinning him back into the seat.
“What is it?”
You only hold on tighter, giving him your best puppy eyes.
Ryland studies your face for a moment.
The stubborn pout.
The way you’re clinging to him like letting go would hurt.
A smile threatens to break through his face.
“You are impossible.”
“No.”
“No?”
You shake your head, then you pull on him, capturing his lips in yours. Clearly not forgetting what you want, and this time you’re determined to make sure you’ll get exactly what you want.
Ryland bites on your lower lips, more like holding them still to not kiss any further, his action makes you pull back with a small whine of annoyance.
“Stop being annoying.”
A laugh escapes him. “I’m not. Come on, let’s get inside.”
“No.” You protest, immediately grabbing onto his face.
“I want you. Here. Now.”
“H-here?”
“Yesss, let’s do it here.” You quickly reply, then pushing on his shirt again, wanting it off him so badly.
“Wai—what are you—“
“You promised.”
“You said we could do it after I got some sleep, some water, and realized you’re annoying.” You remind him, already frowning.
“You actually said that.”
Ryland pinches the bridge of his nose. “I did.”
“But I said we could talk about it.” He did.
“No. No. No. No. No...” You shake your head frantically, horrified that he might actually deny you again.
Every attempt he makes to create distance is immediately undone as you cling to him again.
“Wait—You’re drunk—“
“I’m NOT!” Coming out louder than intended. “Not as drunk.”
“But—”
“I know…I know, I am drunk, but I…I-i’m…” The words die in your throat, frustratingly difficult to explain, because the feeling isn’t logical.
You know you can have him tomorrow.
You know there’s no rush.
You know the two of you have all the time in the world.
And yet you still want him. Now.
“I just…I really need you…”
“Baby—”
“I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME. NOW!” Clasping your mouth with both hands as soon as you realize the outburst is nearly as overwhelming as the desire behind it.
Ryland blinks at that, gulping once before parting his lips to say something but not a word comes out, clearly affected by your demand.
“Please…” You beg, voice so small now.
“I know what I’m asking for.” Your fingers tighten around his shirt, crumpling the fabric between them.
Ryland’s expression softens immediately.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke, just eyes holding each other’s gaze, romancing silently, settling into the warmth that your hearts always knew.
You trusted him completely, he would never hurt you, never take more than what you meant to give.
Ryland searched your face one last time, not for permission, he’d already heard that, but for hesitation. He refuses to become the reason you questioned that trust tomorrow.
Doubt. Confusion. Uncertainty. Anything that suggests you might not actually want this, none.
Then he lets out a slow breath, his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, you nuzzle into his palm again, immediately, eyes sparkling with silent whispers of asking him to come closer.
Inviting as it is, you land a soft kiss in his palm.
“Such a tease...”
The words come out more like a groan than a scold. He brings your face closer to his, close enough to see the detailed streaks of his beautiful blue eyes.
“Just for you.” You say, softly batting your lashes in innocence, making him bite down a smile.
The smile he gives you is helpless. “Yeah?”
Completely. Hopelessly. Fond.
And you know that look.
You know exactly what it means.
He caves in.
A subtle click of the car locking could be heard. The hand on your cheek slides to the back of your head, pressing your lips flush against his.
The movement is immediate, intense. Starved.
Hours of restraint snapping under the weight of your persistence, he’s been holding himself back all night.
Too long.
His free hand settles at your waist, kneading on them softly as he pulls you even closer.
A pleased hum escapes you at the push of his tongue, hearts pounding with anticipation at how he is kissing you like his life depends on it.
The already short dress now rides up to your hips, revealing the thin soaked fabric of your panties, letting your still clothed heat graze on his bulge at every restless squirm. You start grinding on him for more, probably leaving a wet patch on his jeans from how wet you are, gasping out his name every time he answers to your movement.
Your hands fumbling down his coat, tugging on the hem of his shirt, almost whining at him to take it off in your impatience. And he did, pulling them off before playfully tossing them into the backseat, you giggled at that, making him smile more into the kiss.
Fingertips tracing the firm lines of his body, gliding down his chest, following the contour of his stomach. “Mine~” You mumble, it almost sounds possessive.
He definitely hears them, cause you can feel the smile against your lips widens. “Mhmm? Yours.” He murmurs, sounding far too pleased with himself.
Every breath he takes brushes against your lips, colliding with your own, fanning across his skin.
The air inside the car feels warmer now,thick with warmth and unspoken wants. With the windows sealed shut, every breath exchanged trapped inside. Thin layers of fog begin to blur the glass.
Outside, the world grows more distant.
Inside, the space feels smaller.
Closer.
He reaches for the lever beside his seat, reclining them until he’s almost lying flat beneath you, his other hand smoothing over your thigh then up to your waist.
An invitation.
Come here.
Staring up at you before pulling you down to him, the look in his eyes is so tender, so lovingly mismatched with the situation both of you are currently in.
His touch feels so intoxicating in your senses.
Maybe it’s the alcohol in you.
Or maybe just because it’s Ryland.
You can’t stop your giddy fits of giggles, even when they keep dissolving into breathless moans against his mouth, all at the same time.
Not when he’s finally kissing you back.
Not when he keeps pulling you closer.
Ryland pulls off the kiss with a grunt, he guides both of your bodies up again, his hand finds the zipper running down the front of your dress, eagerly pulling them down.
The zipper slides down so easily, you silently thank yourself for choosing this one.
For a moment, Ryland simply stares and he instantly regrets staring.
Beneath the dress is a front clasp bra.
Lacy.
Of course it’s lacy.
“hnngh…” The whimper slips out under his breath, closing his eyes shut just to open them again in a second. He closes them once more, trying to convince himself that looking away is still an option.
It isn’t.
Poor Ryland is so far past saving himself.
Because unlike the zipper, the tiny clasp sitting at the center feels more dangerous. He knows exactly how the clasp works, understanding the mechanics perfectly.
One motion, that’s all it takes.
A single motion.
Pulse racing so violently as he reaches closer.
When his hand finally hovers over the clasp, he breathes so heavily, then he abruptly abandons the whole mission. He folds forward and wraps his arms around you, hiding his face on your chest.
“W-wait.” His voice cracks.
“Wait…”
Taking in a long breath, then another.
Neither helps.
“G-give me— gimme a minute.”
He is actively system failure-ing. Trying and failing to gather whatever remains of his self control.
You watch him quietly.
The bright red ears.
The disastrous breathing.
And the way he’s currently hiding his face on top of the problem rather than solving it.
A smile spreads across your face, somewhere between fondness, absolute adoration and mischiefs.
You should probably feel bad for him.
You don’t.
So while he is having his existential crisis, you unclasp them yourself with him still hiding his face on it.
“Y-you can’t just—” Cuts off, by a kiss on his cheek. “You were taking forever.”
He immediately looks away, biting back his embarrassment.
Unfortunately, he looks back at you.
“Ryland, you’ve literally touched them before.”
He had.
Countless times, actually.
“I k-know…” Of course, he’d never forget how they feel.
That was part of the problem.
He should have been used to this by now, but no amount of familiarity seemed to dull the effect you had on him. It’s the opposite.
Still overwhelming.
Still hopelessly smitten.
Still wondering how it was possible to love someone this much.
Every time you let him this close, he falls a little more in love with you.
Your hands slip between both of your bodies, fumbling with the button of his jeans before trying to tug them lower.
The movement finally pulls him out of his trance.
“O-okay. I’m not… holding back?” He seems to be asking himself as much as he’s asking you, making sure that it’s actually okay for him to.
You lean forward, biting softly on his ear. A gentle warning to stop asking for permission.
Stop thinking.
Just kiss me.
Either way, he gets the message.
Questions abandoned, and Ryland is shoving down his jeans all together with his brief, suddenly moving so quickly, too quick even.
He helps you out of your underwear before laying himself back, cock already standing tall in his hand, grunting softly as he pumps himself ready, taking his sweet time.
“Put it i-in…” You whine, running out of patience from how he is keeping you still, you’re trying to rock your hips forward, but Ryland keeps gliding his length over your entrance, lathering himself in your slick, intentionally not pushing inside, teasing you and himself.
“All pretty for m-me...”
He actually considers, on making you wait a little longer, a little charmed by how adorable you look, how you keep looking at him like every problem you’ve ever had would be solved, if only he’d just take you now.
The longer he looks at you, the harder it becomes to hold his ground.
And honestly? Who is he to deny you now?
Finally, he lets you sink down on him, letting out a strangled moan at how effortlessly he slid right in, his whole body is shuddering at how your wetness engulfs him fully.
“S-so desperate aren’t y-you?” He mutters, shaking his head.
You yelp at the intrusion, pulling up slightly to lessen the pressure, only for him to thrust right up, the movement almost knocks you over, your hands behind you pressed down on both of his thighs to hold yourself up.
His grip feels almost bruising around your hips, holding you still against him, letting you adjust for a while before he starts moving.
“Couldn’t even w-wait till you sobered up properly.”
You nod, agreeing with a stupid grin as he starts picking up the pace, you too start bouncing on him, chasing for more as your body starts remembering him.
The skin slapping sounds filling the car, followed by you moaning even louder. Completely blissed out from the way he stretches you, so full, so good.
Under the streetlights, the car rocks every now and then, swaying along with whatever is unfolding inside. Hard enough to catch the attention of anyone passing by and answer the questioning look before it’s even asked, making them walk away faster immediately.
He reaches out to grab his glasses on the dashboard, farsighted Ryland doesn’t want to miss any little detail that’s playing out in front of him.
Usually, when he works with glasses on, he looks so composed, so put together. But now? It makes him look so wrecked, all sweaty, moaning, and panting under you.
A totally irresistible full course meal, serving himself right in front of you.
“Ry…M-more~” You mewls, pressing yourself onto him harder, trying your best to push him deeper in you, but it’s just not enough.
You pull yourself off him, whining at the emptiness once he slips out.
“Baby—why are y-you—”
Before he could complete his sentence, you flip yourself back facing him, sitting on your knees between his legs before you arch down and hold on to the steering wheel.
Presenting yourself, all for him to devour.
“You—” He exhales shakily. “You’re trouble…”
If anything, he sounds impressed.
“H-hurry up,” One of your hands went across your side pulling on your cheeks apart. “Here~…put it b-back..”
Just the sight to end him, so obscenely beautiful, killing whatever coherent thoughts he has left.
“F-fuck…”
With embarrassing haste, he guides himself back to your entrance, a sound somewhere between a whimper and a groan escapes him as he pushes into you again. One of his hands travels to your breast, palming on them as he pulls you up, and his other arm wraps around your waist, keeping you pressed firmly against him.
Your hands settle over his, needing something to hold on as he starts pounding into you again, and with your head resting on his shoulder, you’re making just the perfect space for him to leave trails of love marks on your neck.
As promised, he doesn’t hold back, he takes complete control of the rhythm, moving your pliant body however he wants. A rare occasion where Ryland loses himself, and you absolutely love it.
There’s something unexpectedly comforting about surrendering the moment to him.
Not because you’ve lost your voice, but because you know he’ll never stop paying attention to you. It lets you relax in a way few things ever do, and with the alcohol still warming your system, everything seems magnified.
All you can feel is the pleasure of finally getting what you’ve been asking for all night.
“hahhn—Yes…y-yes…Ry~”
Failing again and again to keep your mouth shut from all the embarrassing sounds.
How wrecked you sounded only makes him rut into you harder.
Until he catches you hissing softly.
“Hey—” His thrust falters immediately, concern flashing across his face. “What is it?” His hands are quick to check on you.
“Did I hurt you?”
“N-no…” You whine, of course it’s not him. It’s just that your knees are starting to ache from constantly rubbing against the leather seat, but you keep pushing through it.
The position is just too good to give up.
At least until it starts hurting you.
Ryland notices the source of your discomfort immediately
“Must be your knees.” The words leave him in a soft murmur, his hand is already sliding down your leg, careful and reassuring.
“Baby…” Your hesitation confirms it. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Still you don’t answer him.
Not because you don’t hear him.
But you’re too focused on finding a way to not stop any of this, eyes skimming across the cramped space around you.
There has to be one.
There simply has to be.
Then you turn halfway and place a hand against his chest, giving him a gentle push. “Lay d-down.”
“W-what?”
“Lay on the seat…hurry…hnhh—”
“But the front—” Ryland glances toward the windshield.
Unlike the rest of the windows, it isn’t as tinted and judging by the look you’re giving him, he already knows exactly what you’re suggesting.
“I d-don’t care…please~” You plea, nudging him backward with your own weight.
He lets out a strained grunt, glancing toward the windshield again, visibly unconvinced by your complete lack of concern, but the way you look at him makes whatever argument he was preparing die immediately.
With a resigned sigh, he halfheartedly complies, laying himself back with you on top of him.
Once the both of you are settled, you spread your legs open, hiking them on the dashboard.
Ryland immediately panics at your action. “NO—”
At the same time, he does know this position lets him in deeper and it angles him better.
Exactly hitting your spot.
“Fuck—Baby d-don’t—” Ryland is halfway through the protest when it abruptly falls apart at the way your walls flutter. His own body betrays him, hips jerking up into you, completely forgetting that he was trying to argue.
“There—yes y-yesss.”
You guide his hand to press just below your navel, letting him feel the outline of his own length every time he plunges in.
“So g-good…Ry—anhhh” Struggling to form any word as he fucks into you harder.
Ryland is still wary about both of your surroundings, but at the same time he can’t help the way his cock is twitching at how you’re clamping and sucking him in.
He is so close.
If only his eyes didn’t land on the shadow behind the windshield.
His bubble of pleasure bursts.
Mark.
Of course it’s Mark.
Because apparently the universe has decided Ryland has not suffered enough tonight.
Oh he knows that look.
The one that Mark has been giving you ever since you moved in with him. He’s been painfully aware of it.
Ryland hates his guts.
“No… No. NO! He saw!” He cries out, it almost sounds pained.
But you only whine in frustration at how he is stopping so suddenly.
“Ry…hnngh—don’t stop!” The words come out absentmindedly, you’re too lost in the moment.
“Baby, that jerk is ahh—”
Now you’re annoyed at that guy.
Offended, even.
“I-i don’t care...” You grab his hand, holding it against your fold, wanting his attention back to you.
“Ry! Focus on me….”
Impatient, you start writhing over him, clumsily moving his hand to circle your clit, clenching on him harder, nibbling on his ear, jaw, neck. All.
Anything for him to start moving again.
But Ryland is hopelessly stuck in his thoughts.
“hngghh—He s-saw you like this,”
“I-i hate it…” Ryland is visibly bothered by it, babbling out his thoughts as his eyes keep flicking toward the windshield, as if glaring harder at Mark might make him disappear.
He doesn’t.
Which only makes Ryland more irritated.
Mark is seeing something Ryland never wanted anyone else to see.
“They can watch or…w-whatever...hmm.” You pant out as you continue kissing the underside of his jaw.
“Only you—only you get to t-touch.”
That breaks his thread of thoughts.
Ryland forgets what he was angry about, a pleased grunt escapes him at your words.
Because that?
That he likes.
He starts thrusting into you again, harsher in a way that’s just perfect for you.
Your gaze drops down to where you both meet, there lies a sight that gets you whimpering helplessly, a creamy ring forms around the base of his cock.
“Y-yeah?…” He breathes out heavily.
“You’re mine.”
His voice drops lower, driving into you harder and harder, emphasizing his statement.
You nod obediently at him, moans pitching higher when he playfully pinches on your clit, rolling them between his fingers.
“Only you—hnnhh~” Your voice wavers.
“Only y-you can…make me f-feel this way Ry…”
It’s the last full sentence that you manage to say before you feel yourself getting closer, anything after that are just cries of his name.
“I know…I-i know Baby,” His other hand comes up to your chin, turning your face until your eyes meet his.
“Stay with me hmm...”
Eyes so hungry yet so loving, unmistakably tender.
“Let me feel you…p-please.”
That does it, you’re done for.
The look in his eyes and the way he said them.
Your thoughts scatter completely, you cum so hard that you can actually hear…not see, but hear whites, losing awareness of your surroundings for a second.
Your legs fall off the dashboard, clamping on his hand between you with him still buried inside.
He follows right after, gasping with shaky moans as he fills you up full of him, he keeps thrusting slowly, pushing his cum deeper in you as he keeps looking at you through it, savoring every contort of your pleasured face, whispering praises before kissing you again, muffling any sound from you.
He glances back toward the windshield, just in time to see Mark chuckling and raising both hands as he slowly backs away, as if to say, I get it. She’s yours.
His gaze tears away from Mark when he hears your muffled giggles, pulling away from the kiss as he sat the both of you up.
“Shit— are y-you okay?” The post nut clarity got to him all at once, whatever haze he’d been in vanishing in an instant. Hissing a little as he gently pulls out, he turns you to face him, searching your face with worried eyes.
“Hey… look at me.”
Before he can ask anything else, your hands come up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs stroke across his skin with lazy affection.
“How are you always sooo good~” You slur with a sleepy smile.
Ryland blinks.
Your eyes are heavy, cheeks rosy, smile impossibly soft. You’re still undeniably tipsy, from all the drinks before, from the overwhelming night, and now him.
“You’re still…drunk” He whispers, the words leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
A knot of guilt settles quietly in his chest, Ryland feels like he took advantage of you in some ways.
“I really liked it…” You giggle to yourself. “We should—no.” Shaking your head with exaggerated certainty.
“We will do this again.”
Then you press a lingering kiss on his cheek.
Ryland lets out a quiet laugh, the one that sounds warm but tinged with worry.
“I shouldn’t be doing this to you…” He says quietly, almost to himself.
He pulls you closer into his embrace, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he holds you a little tighter.
He’ll talk about this later, when your head is clear.
“m’sleepy.” You mumble, curling into him with a satisfied sigh.
Ryland quickly covers you with your jacket before carefully carrying you inside.
Everything afterward is gentle.
Washing you clean.
Finding you something comfortable to sleep in.
Then tucking you in bed.
He lies down beside you, watching your peaceful sleeping face, fingers softly caressing through your hair.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers again,
He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
The words catch in his throat.
He swallows hard.
It doesn’t help.
His eyes sting anyway, and he lets out a small, shaky sniff before resting his forehead against your hair.
He knows you won’t hear him.
He knows you asked for it.
And he isn’t sure whether he’s apologizing to you, or trying to convince himself.
The guilt lingers long after.
The morning after, you wake up sore all over and the headache doesn’t help at all. You let out a small groan before instinctively burying your face against Ryland’s chest.
Your movement stirs him awake, his eyes blink open, the moment they find you, his concerns kicking away all traces of sleepiness.
“Are you okay?” His hand is already caressing over your hair. “Wait, I’ll get you some water and—”
He quickly scrambles to get up, only for you to quickly catch on his wrist.
“No…stay here” You mumble. “Cuddle me.” You return his hand to your head, silently asking him to continue.
He smiles faintly.
Gently massaging your head, exactly the way you wanted.
For a few quiet moments, neither of you says anything.
Then Ryland’s smile fades.
“Did you…” He gulps. “Did you r-remember what happened?”
You only hum in response.
His heart sinks.
“Baby…” His voice barely comes out. “I’m sorry. I… I shouldn’t have—”
Nuzzling even closer, your muffled grumble cuts him off.
Slowly, you lift your blushing face from his chest, making him a little shocked at how flushed you look.
You are embarrassed? Shy? Or maybe warm from sleep? Ryland can’t tell.
Either way, the sight steals the rest of the apology from his lips.
“No…” You mumble, avoiding his eyes for only a second before blurting it out. “You… you do me…well, so very well.” Followed by a tiny, embarrassed noise as you hide your face against him again.
“I…” He blinks once. Twice.
Ryland has absolutely no idea how to act with that, blushing himself as he hugs you even tighter.
“Th-thank you?”
You snort at how unsure he sounded.
“I meant it, I loved it, always” You mumble softly, smiling into his chest.
“I love you.”
Whatever guilt he’d been carrying slowly subsided, replaced by a quiet warmth and fuzzy bloom in his chest, you caught him off guard all over again.
“I love you so much.” He blurts at once.
“I—I just—I...” He continues just as quickly, stumbling over his words as it refuses to come together.
His cheeks flush pink, and the corners of his brows lift ever so slightly, making him look impossibly smitten.
“I can’t believe I did all that…” You laugh, equally embarrassed and amused of yourself.
“Was I—uh…hot?”
“Are you seriously asking me that?” Ryland lets out a disbelieving laugh. “I wish you could’ve seen yourself.”
The adoration is clear in his voice.
“You’re… everything.”
Your smile, so wide your cheeks start hurting.
“We should do that again.” You bite your lower lips at the thought, mischief already sparkling in your eyes.
“No.” He blurts out.
“WHAT!? Why?”
“Just no.” His expression sours as he remembers what happened with Mark.
“Whyyy? Why? Tell me…” You whine, shaking him slightly even though he doesn’t budge.
“Not telling.”
“Oh come on.” You huff out in disappointment, pouting at him dramatically.
Unable to resist, he steals a quick kiss on your pout, quickly trying to get off the bed.
Your eyes widen as you gasp, leaping off the bed to koala cling him.
“More~ Kiss me again.” You wrap your arms around his neck tightly, making a kissy face.
He keeps on looking away teasingly, making you shake him again.
“Quick, my head is hurting.” The excuse works instantly. Ryland turns right back around, he gently puts you down the bed in worry.
Only for you to catch him by the collar and pull him into the kiss once he’s close enough.
“Bad girl.” He mumbles against your lips, before continuing to kiss you.
That got a hum of approval from you.
The rest of the morning is well spent with kisses and laughter, the kind of comfort that makes neither of you want to leave the bed.
Never does Ryland manage to get anything done that morning.
Every time he fusses over your hangover or tries to do something, you’re already tugging him back for one more kiss, one more cuddle, one more excuse to keep him there.
And Ryland doesn’t mind one bit.
afterwords: i know this might not be everyones cup of tea, but do tell me what you think about it, I WROTE THIS WITH “the more he respects me, the more i’ll let him disrespect me in bed.” IN MIND, idk bruh maybe this is far too self-indulgent, but in my defense i do think Ryland is this type of man y’know, respects you a lot, loves you too much, smitten and all AAAAA IDK BRUH I’M CRAZY, SHE’S LITERALLY ME, BLIND FATE ON RYLAND GRACE.
English isn’t my first language, so there might be a few awkward phrases or grammar mistakes here and there. If you spot any mistakes, feedback is always appreciated.
Thank You so much for reading this -actual Grace❤︎
closest to home - courtland gentry x reader x ryland grace
pairing: courtland gentry x reader x ryland grace ...
warnings: tension, project hail mary timeline, yearning...
y'all hear me out please...courtland!twins could be my gold dust
ryland has been taken to the secure research lab many miles from your home straight from work. he hasn't even had chance to kiss you goodbye, nor has he had the chance to even text you that he's not coming home. they've thrown him in the back of a blacked out SUV and left his bike at school.
you get a call from the school telling you that Ryland has left his bike and he isn't answering his phone either which makes you panic. you're sure he's fine. you're trying your best not to freak out that ryland isn't answering his phone (even though he's always calling you while he bikes home from work) or that his phone isn't even switched on and it goes straight to voicemail. you try to find his location, you have each others locations for when he goes on field trips or when you're working away, and nothing comes up.
a day goes by and you're no better.
you keep telling yourself he's probably thrown himself into a new research idea. that he's probably just running so many tests that he's basically dead to the world because he's so busy and consumed by his work.
you even text him.
ry, where are you? the school said you haven't shown up for work and you didn't come home last night. where are you? let me know you're okay.
but it doesn't even send. his phone won't even receive text messages.
another day passes and you've been to all his favourite places. you've called the authorities who don't really seem bothered about a missing middle school science teacher. you break into the school and look in his desk for any signs of his whereabouts. what if he's at a conference? no, he couldn't be at a conference. he's banned from them after last times escapades. what if he's just gone on a work trip and not told you about it? thats impossible, ryland tells you absolutely everything that goes on. there's no secrets between the two of you. he loves telling you things and being with you that he will stand in the bathroom while you shower just so he can keep talking to you about what's been happening in his day or any research ideas he has. he even rambles in his sleep while he holds you to his chest tightly.
the next day, you're sat in his shirt and a pair of shorts on the couch. you call the authorities again who just tell you that they're doing everything they can and not to worry. the tv plays the news in the background and you sit biting your nails while watching the world pass you by out of the window.
how could the world keep turning while ryland grace was nowhere to be found?
the door opens and your head spins in the direction.
there he is.
standing with his back to you as he closes the door behind him. your hands quickly grab the pillow beside you and you march over to him.
"what the fuck do you think you're playing at!" you yell, hitting him with the pillow. he remains still. his back to you. he doesn't even flinch at the impact. "answer me! where the hell have you been!"
that's when he turns around.
he's taller than you remember. the days he's been away and you've been going insane must have skewed your memory. he had cut his beard. it was darker too. his hair was actually styled rather than the messy look he always went for because you loved it. you had always told him how much you loved his messy hair and loved running your hands through it.
"ry, what's going on?"
"I'm not ryland." his voice is different. it's lower in tone. it's more smug than you recall. it doesn't have the funny, childish tone that underlays the way he speaks that normally makes you laugh almost instantly.
"ry, I'm not in the mood to role-play right now, okay? where the hell have you been?" you sigh before throwing yourself into his arms.
he smells different. he smells expensive, luxurious. not like ryland's body spray he buys when you're grocery shopping. it's not that he doesn't have any expensive cologne, you bought him some for your anniversary but he only ever wears it when you're going out somewhere nice together. he knows how much it is and he doesn't want to waste it. especially when you worked so hard to pay for it.
you realise that he hasn't been hugging you back for the short while you've been stood like this. that you've just had your arms around him this whole time while he's been stood stiff like a statue before you.
your hands feel something hard in the back of the waistband of his trousers and you take it out before pulling away from him.
it's a gun.
you yelp and drop it in your hand, causing him to catch it before it hits the floor as you back away from him.
"why the fuck do you have a gun ryland!"
"I'm not ryland!" he exclaims back at you and pulls out his wallet. "he never speak about me, huh?"
Courtland grace.
"you're supposed to be off shore! we've literally never met!" you yell at him and slam the pillow over his head once more. "he said you work offshore all the time!"
"yeah well he called me. there's been an emergency. you have to come with me."
"no."
"no?" he questions, watching the way you fold your arms and go back to sitting on the couch. "im not asking you. I'm telling you. you're coming with me. now."
"no I am not. im sitting here, staying. ryland is coming home soon and I'm gonna wait for him to come home."
"I know where he is."
that's all it takes for you to drop your harsh exterior and you look up at him with these sad eyes that courtland couldn't have even imagined. ryland had called him, using his one phone call at the lab to beg him to go see you and bring you to him. ryland didn't trust anyone else to look after you. especially when the government officials were telling him if he refused to cooperate he wouldn't have much left after this. ryland knew that if anyone could protect you, keep it lowkey and make sure you got here safely, it was his twin brother.
"court, please. you have to make sure she's safe, she'll be going out of her mind. I haven't even had chance to call her. im using my one call to talk to you to ask you to go see her and bring her here. otherwise those government officials are going to our home and she won't trust them."
ryland had warned courtland of the way you'd be when he arrived. how you'd probably be angry first thing but when he told you what had happened and then you'd pull this face that would break him in half. courtland was tough and harsh. he had to be in his line of work. but it made ryland shatter when you were sad and your eyes fluttered as you tried to not cry.
"where-where is he?" you asked, biting back tears.
courtland hated how easily he felt sympathy for you. he instantly sat on the coffee table in front of you and held your hands. he hated physical touch. yet here he was, holding his brother's partners hands while they tried to not cry over the missing science teacher.
"you have to come with me, okay? I'll take you to him but we have to go fast."
"why?"
"because if we don't get out of here in ten minutes, the people who took ryland are coming here for you and he's called me to stop that from happening, okay? so we need to leave. now."
"what do you mean?"
"we need to leave. now. questions can happen on the drive." he grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet.
the drive was eerily quiet.
you didn't even have chance to get a change of clothes, something to eat or drink, or a change of shoes. or to even do your hair.
so you were sat in the front seat of courtland's SUV in ryland’s 'I had potential' shirt and a pair of shorts with your hair looking matted.
the drive was silent.
ryland had rarely ever spoken about courtland and his line of work, but the things you did know meant that this drive was going to be an uncomfortable one. he said that courtland wasn't much of a talker, he kept to himself, hated any sense of touch and would never ever admit that he enjoyed anything. through his job he learned to enjoy the presence of himself and hated being around other people.
which made for a great twenty hour car ride in the dead of night.
"where is he?"
"you'll know when we get there. go to sleep."
"I don't need sleep. I need to know he's okay, courtland."
"he said you'd be cranky."
"excuse me?" you scoffed as he pulled into a gas station and you got out of the car. "what the hell does that mean?"
courtland held back his laugh.
you were standing there in one of rylands stupid science shirts, black shorts and a pair of slippers on your feet with your arms crossed and your face showing a sulk. just like ryland said you would.
"he said you'd be cranky when you haven't slept or haven't eaten. which is why we've stopped. so get back in the car and I'll get you something to eat and something to drink."
"he said you were an ass."
"I'm an ass with a job to do, sweetheart, now get back in the car." courtland instructed.
it was hard to believe he was ryland's twin.
ryland. the middle school teacher who biked everywhere because he was conscious of the environment. the science teacher who was banned from conferences after calling someone who hit on you at the bar a 'total waste of carbon'. the man who wore silly science shirts that his pupils loved and recruited your help for making practical science objects for the classroom. the man who came home after work everyday and kissed you as if he hadn't seen you in months. the man who would dance around the kitchen with you while you cooked.
and courtland.
courtland. the hard exterior. the asshole. the man who carried guns on his person and had several other weapons stashed in his car that you didn't dare to acknowledge. the man who didn't actually have an apartment or anything in his own name. he had safe houses in different cities all over the world, but no real home. courtland was the silent type whereas ryland never shut up.
the drivers side door opened and you looked up to see him passing you a hotdog and a bottle of water. you rolled your eyes at him.
"ryland said they're your favourites."
you couldn't believe how long this drive was going to take.
you were six hours in and had basically just been on one straight road with nothing around it. nothing on the side of the road for miles. you'd barely passed any cars too.
everything had turned into a ghost town.
it didn't help that every time you reached out to play some music on the radio, courtland swatted your hand away in silence.
you had fourteen hours left of this drive in the dark. sixteen gruelling hours of silence and you'd reach your destination by tomorrow evening. wherever that location was to be.
a building came up in the distance and you looked up at the sign on the road. there was no way you were stopping at a dingy, run down motel. no way.
so when courtland pulled into a car parking spot and opened your door, you remained firmly planted in your seat. he sighed and undid your seatbelt before you snatched it from his hand and buckled yourself back in.
he wasn't in the mood to argue with you.
so he walked into the reception and left you sitting in the car.
you wanted to get to ryland, as soon as possible.
courtland was busy at the reception talking and booking a room. which meant this was the perfect opportunity for you to creep into the drivers seat and drive off. sure you only knew the coordinates of where you were going, but that was what gps was for, right?
you fumbled around with your belt as you quickly swapped over into the drivers seat and turned on the gps. the coordinates were already in from when courtland had inputted them earlier, which meant all you had to do was drive off.
then you'd finally be with ryland once more.
"do you seriously think I'm stupid enough to leave the keys in the car?" courtland asked and you jumped. "get out of the car."
"no. we need to get to ryland as quick as we can. not having some stupid motel break." you scowled.
you didn't expect what he did next. especially after everything ryland had told you about him.
courtland reached over and unbuckled your belt, and threw you over his shoulder before closing the car door behind him. you began to kick your legs in his grip and punch his back but he didn't even flinch.
the door to a dingy motel room swung open and was kicked shut by him behind you both. the man threw you down onto the bed with a sigh.
"I have not slept in seventy two hours. I was in Singapore when ryland called and I made my way straight here. so yes, we do need the stupid motel break so I can rest. and you need it too." he groaned.
there was a beat of silence while you registered what he had just said.
"why did he call you and not me?"
shit.
ryland had warned courtland of how you may react. and how he needed to comfort you before you started to spiral. he watched as you looked down at your hands in your lap and fell quiet. maybe the quietest you had been since he had taken you from your apartment. even though courtland was silent through the drive, you weren't. you were muttered nonsense and asking him random questions that drove him insane. or humming to yourself because he didn't allow you to play any music.
you felt the way the bed shifted as he sat in front of you and cautiously extended his hands to yours.
"earlier, I told you that the people who took him were going to come for you, remember?" you nodded. "the government are working on something and they needed ryland's help. they took him from work one night, he hasn't got his phone or anything they took everything from him. they gave him access to make one call and he called me and explained everything. they were going to come and take you to him because he isn't cooperating because he can't speak to you." courtland waited to continue until you looked up at him. "he said you wouldn't have believed them or cooperated. so that's why he called me to come and get you."
"w-what did he sound like?"
he handed you his phone. "I recorded the call. it's on here."
your eyes lit up. you were going to hear ryland's voice after days of nothingness.
when you pressed play, you let out an exhale filled with relief. you almost spoke back to him as if he was calling you.
his voice was coarse. rough. filled with desperation as he begged and pleaded for courtland to help.
"court, you have to help, please. she'll be freaking out."
"why didn't you call her then?" courtland scoffed on the end of the call and you couldn't help but laugh as you looked over at him as he got ready to take a shower. "im not a babysitter, ryland. I'm a contract killer."
"court please. I know you'll keep her safe." he begged. "when you get to her just start driving. she'll be cranky because she won't have slept, she'll be worried sick. make sure you get her some water and something to eat. she loves those cheap gas station hot dogs. or some fries or some crisps. make sure she gets rest, too. I don't care how long it takes to get here, stop at as many motels as you need to. she takes the right side of the bed. she goes quiet when she's anxious or thinking a lot." you smiled. "I have to go, Court, please."
and the call ended.
you sat on the bed in silence. the only thing that sounded through the apartment was the loud shower.
Ryland sounded terrified. he was scared about what would happen if those people got to you rather than his twin brother. but none of that mattered to you. you were too worried about what was happening to him. the way he was whispering down the phone in a hurried manner and rushed off when something slammed behind him.
how were you supposed to sleep or even relax when god knows what was happening to him?
courtland exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist and you looked away from him.
you couldn't sleep.
how could you?
courtland slept on the couch across the room, hunched up with a blanket draped over his shirtless self, and you were in the bed. you didn't get under the covers. not in the dingy motel that had stains all over the walls and the musty smell of the furniture. how were you supposed to relax?
you stepped out of the room quietly and found yourself at the vending machines, getting a cold bottle of water and staring out into the nothingness that laid before you. ryland consumed your thoughts.
was he safe?
what was it they needed him for?
why wouldn't he cooperate?
then you thought of courtland. courtland who was on a mission in Singapore and rushed back to get you to ryland. courtland who had abandoned whatever he was doing to make sure you were safe. maybe you were being too hard on him. the way you had kicked him to the couch and constantly ignored everything he had instructed you to do. the way you spent the whole night laid in silence.
"thought you'd have took the car and drove off by now."
"jesus courtland." you jumped. "you scared me."
"what's on your mind?" you shook your head at him and continued to look out at the distance. "he was right about you getting quiet when you're anxious."
"my boyfriend has been kidnapped by the fucking government, court. what the hell are you expecting me to do? jump around for joy? get super giddy? go to that dingy bar downstairs and drink myself to sleep?"
"didn't say you'd get mad."
"shut the fuck up, courtland." you scowled and turned to face him.
"I see what he likes about you."
what happened next you didn't really expect. it happened before you could even actually consider your actions. you raised your hand and brought it across his face, smacking him until his head turned.
"shut up."
"he definitely didn't mention that. you've got some swing." He slowly turned back to face you and you gulped. “that’s for free, don’t even think about doing it again.”
“How the fuck can you be so calm? The government have kidnapped your brother!” Your fists batter against his chest in anger as you shoved him from you. “He’s probably out there terrified but here you are acting like nothings happened!”
“Watch it.” He warns.
You don’t listen.
Instead, you continue your assault of hammering his chest and shoving him backwards towards your disgusting motel room. “Do you even care about him!”
“I said watch it.”
“He’s out there scared shitless wondering when we’re gonna get there! I bet you weren’t even gonna answer his call, given how much you speak to him when you’re away, yeah? Am I right?” You knocked him back even further and raised your first.
He wrapped a hand around your wrist instantly.
You gulped.
he had a look of seriousness that your lover never did. a stoic, terrifying nature that genuinely had you regretting every action you’d taken in this moment. it’s like you’re frozen in place.
he leans in closer to you. so much so you can actually feel his breath on your face and it’s almost like you’re about to be sick from nerves. you knew what he did for work. and knew that you were royally fucked right now.
“don’t ever talk about my brother like that. You have no idea the things I’ve done for him.”
“I-”
“the people that have took him want his help on a research project. it’s nothing harmful. he’s in no danger. but he’s refusing to cooperate and they can ruin his career if he doesn’t. they’ll ruin his life. and he’s refusing to unless he’s with you. so i know he’s safe and there’s nothing to worry about. the only thing i have to worry about is you and your goddamn attitude. understood?”
you take a gulp as you nod nervously. “y-yeah understood courtland.”
“now, im gonna let go of you and you’re not gonna try that shit ever again. got it?” you nod. you notice the way he licks his lips as he stares down at you. his lips are exactly the same as rylands, maybe that's the one similarity that they share. "get back in the room."
he lets go of you when he feels you almost hyperventilating because you've been holding your breath since he grabbed your wrist and brought you closer to him. you take in a deep, almost shaky breath as you stand without leaning onto him - something that you didn't even know that you were doing.
courtland marches you back into the hotel room and locks the door behind the two of you while you crawl back on top of the gross motel sheets. you've never felt so lonely with ryland being gone and his twin brother being such a little shit. how were you to cope? you couldn't turn off the way tears brimmed your eyes and how you balled up anxiously.
"'m sorry, court."
"get some rest, okay? we'll talk in the morning." he mutters over at you.
"c-can you get in the bed with me?"
he falls silent and stands still. he has his back to you while he takes off his jacket he had put on to come outside. you turn over to face him and your met with his back. his large, muscular back thats toned ridiculously so much that you can still see it through the tears in your eyes. his shoulders are so broad. broader than rylands. he turns to face you when he hears you sniffle sadly and moved on over to lay beside you.
courtland is normally the left side of the beds he sleeps in anyways. so he doesn't mind sleeping beside you. arms crossed on his chest as he lays flat on the bed and you face him once more. you can't describe it, but having him beside you makes you feel better. makes you feel less lonely. sure, courtland isn't ryland, he'd never ever hold a candle to your science loving nerdy boyfriend. but for tonight? he'd do.
you shuffle in closer to him and he cautiously wraps an arm around you.
his arms were bigger than ryland's. more muscular.
but he'd have to do for tonight.
the drive is better today.
there's less of an uncomfortable silence and more sharing going on between you. courtland finds a lot out about you. like how you met ryland. how you got into your line of work as a nuclear physicist and ryland's career as a molecular biologist. how you met at a conference and saw each other at every single one after. but he learnt so much about you that he didn't expect. like where you grew up, where you worked to put yourself through college, how many books you read in a year.
but it's different today too.
youre learning things about courtland that you wouldn't have ever expected him to share. like how he spent years in prison for saving ryland's life as kids. how the CIA recruited him to be a contract killer and that's what he did for the longest time. he rarely was ever home now, he had lost the true meaning of home. it was just a place for him to rest and get some 'shut-eye' before getting stuck back into the action.
but maybe in this car with you, listening to you laugh and place a hand on his bicep? this might have been the closest he has ever been to home.
"court?" you asked as the gps signalled you were only a mile away from the location. "where are you going when you've took me back to ry?"
that's the reminder that this isn't home.
that you're with his brother and you're madly in love with the scientist. not the big, scary assassin who came and went as he pleased. it humbled him. his ego was bruised.
"headed back to the mission I was on before I left. deal with the fall out of leaving midway through." he shrugged, eyes on the road.
you placed a hand on the back of his neck and he could've stopped the car there and then. he felt your hand run through his hair and softly massage the back of his head. "are they gonna hurt you, court?"
"nothing I can't handle." he muttered. "just another Thursday."
"why don't you stay a while? you could stay at our apartment and lay low for a while? or stay wherever me and ry are!" you offered but were met with silence as you approached the electric fences that surrounded the large stone building before you. "court?"
"we're here." the car came to a stop.
you wanted to be sick as you stared out of the windscreen before the car. how a blacked out SUV pulled up before you. courtland got out of the car and opened your door, holding your hand and bringing you to his side in front of his car.
his hand was larger than ryland's. but it was nowhere near as soft. courtland worked with his hands, after all he was a killer, what were you expecting?
ryland grace was pushed out of the car that was a distance away from you. but you knew it was him straight away. in that knitted fox jumper that you knitted him for his birthday that he wore religiously. his glasses had fallen down his nose and the sight made you so giddy. he was here, he was safe. his hair was more of a mess than normal. bags under his eyes conveyed he hadn't been sleeping. just like you hadn't.
his eyes landed on you and you both lit up with a smile. you were so relieved.
your feet lifted to go towards your partner, but courtland stepped in front of you to stop you from going any further as the agents looked on at you. they signalled for you to go towards him. for you to finally be reunited with your lover. but he didn't want to let go of you yet. courtland didn't want your trip to be over just yet. he enjoyed spending time with you. enjoyed talking to you and hearing you laugh, enjoyed the way your hands held onto his bicep when he made you laugh. he adored the way you reached out for him when you slept.
but it wasn't him you were reaching out for in your sleep.
you were reaching out for his twin.
for ryland.
you turned to face courtland before you went over to your lover. your hands were on his. "thank you. for everything you've done for us." you whispered. courtland wasn't one for showing affection, especially when it came to being near other people, so he accepted the way you wrapped your arms around him and whispered into his ear. "I'd be so lost without you, court." and his heart softened. he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in tighter. "please don't be a stranger. you know where we are."
that's when you let go of him and left that lingering touch on his bicep that he was sure to never forget. it would be his forever. something no one else could take from him.
not even ryland.
you turned back to ryland and ran so fast you nearly tripped over your own feet. ryland rushed over to meet you halfway and lifted you up in his arms before kissing you deeply. something that made you smile into it and something that made courtland turn back and get into his car.
you were never his.
"ry, please call me next time you get kidnapped by the government."
"noted, love." he laughed and brought you into his arms. "how was court?"
"we're best friends now." you grinned as you both turned to face the car, meeting his eyeline as he placed his hands on the wheel. "I like him."
a/n: im rewatching tvd so i need y’all to stick with me while i think about vampire!dex …
warning: vampire!dex is his own warning, blood sharing, mention of cumming in his jeans, one use of ‘attagirl’
- vampire!dex who stumbles home one night after patrol, covered head to toe in blood, barely breathing and his skin so pale it’s nearly grey
he drags himself through your window and looks over at you who’s falling asleep in bed in his shirt. he’s absolutely mesmerised and the sight almost knocks the exhaustion out of him.
you hear a loud bang and shoot up in bed, seeing dex knelt over on the floor wheezing in pain. you rush over to him and sit beside him, hands brushing his wet hair from his face. he’s drenched in blood. it’s all over his body. covering his neck.
you don’t even know how much of it is his. the perks of him being a vampire means he can self heal pretty quickly. but from his lifeless looking form you’re highly doubting that he healed himself.
“‘m home, angel.” he muttered. he was physically weak. his head was only being held up by your hand on his chin to scan him for injuries.
“dex you look terrible. is this all yours?”
“only a bit…a lot. just need rest, sweetheart. take a couple of days.”
you know how he’s looking at your neck that he can hear the blood pumping through your body. the sound of it echoing through his ears that his eyes turn red with bloodlust. you know just one little drink from you can heal him.
but dex is so caring and cautious with you.
He’s terrified to drink from you incase it hurts you too bad. or he loses control and can’t stop himself. dex has torn through the borough of Brooklyn numerous times and has somehow managed to evade any news outlets or cops picking him up.
he drinks when he has to. he won’t do anything more than that. one sip every so often from a blood bag he’s stolen from the hospital.
but as you’re staring back at his eyes, noticing the ways in which his fangs become prominent and you’re so distracted by the bloodlust in his eyes, you want nothing more than to help him. to give yourself to him, properly.
not just watching him take that one sip from a blood bag. he wouldn’t ever tell you but it’s so much better straight from the source!
dex leans in closer as you move your hair from your neck to allow him to gain better access to your veins.
“‘s okay, dex. just a taste.”
“don’t want to hurt you angel.”
“you can’t, dex. I trust you.” you nodded and placed a hand on the back of his head to run your hands through his hair. “let me help you.”
“just a taste. promise, sweetheart.” he whispered.
the wait was agonisingly slow.
dex knew how wrong this was. he knew how much this would hurt you, especially if he couldn’t keep it under wraps. how much that he would never forgive himself if he drove you to tears.
but as he sit almost lifeless, slumped over and only being held up by you, he knew it was right and you were only doing it because you hated to see him in pain.
he places a soft kiss to your neck before he drinks from you. almost as a thank you for the sacrifice you’re about to make for him. he’s told you how serious drinking from a partner is and all he wants to know is that you understand the things that come with it.
it’s his fangs you feel first.
they’re sharp, uncomfortable. something you couldn’t truly describe. you feel the wound open underneath his tongue as he starts to drink from you.
your head gets woozy fast. you feel dizzy, out of sorts.
but the more he drinks, the more lightheaded you get.
the better he becomes.
you feel him straighten his back as he begins to regain complete composure over himself. his large hands slide around your frame. one hand on the other side of your neck and the other knitted in your hair tilting your head back for a better angle. he pulls you in tighter.
he needs this.
his head screams for him to stop. But his heart is in it. he’s never felt this close to you before. he has your life between the scraping of his fangs on your pulse. one wrong move and you’d be torn from this world. the fact that you’re allowing him to do something so vulnerable, so intimate, because he’s weakened truly proves everything he ever thought about you was right.
he feels you almost surrender to him.
you become less stiff, less scared of the feeling. if anything you allow yourself to enjoy it which is what he was worried about. that you’d enjoy this as much as he did. your whimpers flood his senses as he licks the blood from your neck and continues.
one last taste.
that’s what he tells himself.
but when you moan his name and pull his hair?
oh god forbid.
he brings you into his lap and continues to drink from you until his senses are overwhelmed with you. until all he can think about is you and your all consuming presence. the way you’re almost writhing in his arms. dex is moaning into your neck. he feels like a teenager all over again. he’s enjoying this so much that he’s about to cum in his pants at the way you’re reacting to this.
dex pulls away when he hears your pulse begin to fade and grow weaker. the way it slows down scares him and he instantly pulls away to examine you. the way your eyes are half lidded and you can’t even hold yourself up anymore. the way your fingers are barely clutching onto his hair now.
he bites his wrist and instantly lifts it to your lips.
his blood will heal you. you just have to be careful.
you open your mouth cautiously and take a scared sip. dex can feel your nervousness at the way your lips finally wrap around his wrist after a few seconds. you’ve finally gotten used to that copper taste. your hands lift up to his wrist to hold it in place while his other hand brushes your hair back with a grin.
thank u to the lovely @genya1617 for requesting this!!
warnings: reader is scared of guns, dex hates reader and is a tease!
"ray, c'mon, you HAVE to be joking."
"this is your assignment, dex. you gotta do it." Nadeem rolled his eyes at the special agent across from him who was vehemently bored of the new task he had been assigned. "all you have to do is give her a tour, introduce her to some people and show her where her desk is. that's it."
"I'm an FBI SWAT, why the hell am I on lacky duty? can't we get one of the interns to do this?" he argued.
"no, this is what you've got today. and just do it." Nadeem opened the door and smiled at you. "this is Special Agent Poindexter, he'll be showing you around today."
you smiled widely as you span around to greet them. dex scanned over you, knowing how god awful and mind numbing this task would be, especially since you couldn't stop smiling at him. what did you have to smile about? clearly the training you had been on hadn't beaten you down enough. you had too much spirit to be working at the fbi. how were you going to be doing the same job as him?
"hi!" you extended your hand to dex with a big grin who shrugged you off and turned away for you to follow him. "oh I think someone's grumpy..."
"shut up and follow me."
"dex." ray warned him, eyes narrowing before he left the two of you alone.
you returned to face the agent before you with a cheeky smile. "show me around, dex!"
"it's special agent Poindexter to you."
"yes, special agent poindexter." yo teased with a cheeky smile that had him storming away from you. "this way."
dex hated you.
like a cat hated a dog.
you were so bright and bubbly. everyone in the office grew to love you so quickly and you slotted right in as if you had been there for years, not a matter of days. everyone would come to your office to gossip with you or to share a rumour that they had heard while you feigned innocence of knowing nothing. but dex knew that you always knew something. every single person spent time at your desk talking every day. and your desk was opposite his so he was well and truly stuck with you.
but he heard everything that someone had whispered to you! he knew all of the gossip second hand! how could you pretend to be so innocent and sweet when all you did was hear every single thing about everyone? but you had this gorgeous, fun smile that was so infectious that anyone who spoke to you just seemed to confess anything and everything. their deepest darkest secrets. you knew who was having an affair with who in the office, or who ate whose lunch that day!
and that told him why the FBI hired you.
"hey, dex." you whispered over the separating wall.
"what do you want?"
"I'm gonna go on a walk at lunch, wanna join me?" you smiled, kicking your feet under the desk so that they brushed over his. "I know you wanna say yes."
"no I don't, sunshine."
"aww, that's so cute! I like that!" you couldn't help but laugh as you stood up and slung your bag over your shoulder. "you coming, grumpy?"
"I have real work to do."
"awww, okay you big baby." you teased and waved at Nadeem who stood at the door for your lunchtime walk.
dex hated how you teased him. how easily you riled him up! how could your teasing smile have him balling up his fists and wanting to scream? you brushing your feet against his had risen an anger in him that he only found when he was out in the field. when he had no choice but to act with lethal force.
and here you were.
that big smile gracing your face, the teasing nature of your voice, the way your eyes lit up when he groaned at you and made some sort of sarcastic retort at him.
he resented you. he resented you for simply existing in his space. he resented you because he had to show you around. he had to do everything here!
the next day, dex seemed to hate you a little bit more.
especially when you brought him an ice cold bottle of water from home because of the heatwave surging through the city. you handed him it with a smile and told him to stay hydrated in the heat, before sitting back across at your desk and getting started on your work.
"dex?" you whispered in the near silent office. he ignored you the best he could and played with the mouse for his computer. "dex you're a terrible liar. did you just see that email that we're copied in?"
he rolled his eyes at you and opened the email notification that had you both copied in.
special agent poindexter, you will try special agent in weaponry use for the field to ensure they are fully trained.
we have booked out the range in the basement for you in an hours time.
dex scoffed.
so if it wasn't bad enough that he had to show you around AND your desk was opposite his, he now had to teach you how to handle a gun? was this the universe's sick joke? what had he done to be burdened with such a task?
his eyes lifted from the computer screen over to yours. they were wide and filled with shock, you were so uncomfortable at the thought of holding a gun. let alone learning to use one. that was why he had gotten stuck with you. they were hoping that he would rub off on you and you would pick up his carefree attitude rather than the beamy, sunshine attitude you had when you interrogated suspects.
an hour later, you were down in the basement in the grey scale gun range anxiously looking at the wall of weaponry behind you.
you felt sick.
dex couldn't help but smirk at how your sunshine, confident, bubbly exterior had faltered into this small version of yourself. one that shocked him yet made him feel proud all at the same time. he was finally going to see you with all of your walls down.
"where's that big grin gone, sunshine?"
"sorry." you mumbled, eyes down at your shoes. you weren't built for this.
"how did you manage to even get this job if you aren't trained on weapons?" he scoffed and took out a gun from the drawer before extending his hand to you. "go on, take it." you looked at the gun and exhaled shakily. how were you to do this? you took the life-shattering object in your fingers and held it as far away from you as possible. "have you seriously never held a gun before? Jesus, you hold It like this." he moved the gun into your palm, fingers wrapping around it and one finger on the trigger.
dex guided you to the practice shooting lanes and you instantly stopped in your tracks. you didn't know if you could do this. you could interrogate any psycho that they threw your way. but this was different.
he planted you in front of him. he shuffled his feet between yours to show you how to plant your stance correctly for shooting. his hands drifted over your arms, brushing past them and landing on yours. you recalled his hands being rougher than you had expected. especially for a man who always showed up to work early in a neatly ironed suit. how everything about him was so cut throat and composed.
you felt his breath on the side of your face and instantly turned away from him.
dex brought his hand up to your jaw and forced you to look straight ahead at the target across from you.
it was too hot for you to be in close proximity with anyone right now, let alone dex.
"you always wanna make sure your feet are planted still and your legs are straight, okay? I'll teach you more later but as of right now, all you can do is this. when you pull the trigger, you have time to pull it all the way back. until it clicks, okay?" you nodded as his pointer finger landed over yours and began to pull back. when dex felt the resistance from you, he pulled it back even further. there was no way you weren't going to be trained in this.
as the gunshot rang out in the basement, you yelped and tried to jump away, you dropped the gun out of your grasp as dex grabbed it. his arm wrapped around you instantly to pull you back into the correct stance, not forcing you to hold the gun just yet but holding it near you in a teasing tone that had you wanting to smack the stupidly smug smirk from his face.
"aww, sunshine, it's okay. should we get you some ear defenders?"
"shut up, dick."
"it's okay, sunshine. you won't get them in the field, let's try again, yeah?"
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Maybe Bullseye and reader having an argument to the point that reader breaks down and asks him if he’d be better off without her since she feels like he’s driving him away, when that’s far from the reality of it. Sorry if it’s too angsty 😓
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dex was late home, again.
you could count on one hand the times he was home when he was supposed to be. instead he was off galivanting around the city as bullseye, killing any AVTF member he could find and unleashing his shakespearean rage on the people who were just doing their jobs. sure their jobs weren't great and they were harming many people, but they were still human at the end of the day and it made you feel sick.
especially when he came home covered in blood and rolled into bed next to you without saying a word or even apologising for being late and missing date night. it had happened on numerous occasions and dex never truly acknowledged how late he was. instead, he would make you a coffee in the morning before you went to work and grumble a 'good morning' before you went to work.
he hadn't kissed you in weeks. there was the rare time he would wrap his arms around you. or when he would brush past you and his hands would land on your waist. everything was falling apart, and you had never felt so alone. sometimes you'd stay late at work hoping that dex would be home and call you to ask where you were. at least then he would be paying some attention, right?
the window was pulled open and you heard a groan echo from behind his mask. you rolled your eyes instantly from the kitchen as you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. you didn't have it in you to even look up at him. not when he had pushed you away so much.
"pass me some of that, would you?"
something in you snapped.
"oh hi! how was work? it was good thanks, a little draining but im okay! how was your day? oh yeah I'm just tired-"
"what are you talking about?"
"what am I talking about? dex are you stupid?" you scoffed a laugh that made him twitch when he pulled the mask over his head. "you haven't spoken to me in forever! all you do is come home, shower, and go to bed! you don't want anything to do with me, you just use my apartment as a base-"
"our apartment."
"how can it be our apartment when I'm the only one living here?" you groaned. "why don't you just go back to your apartment? you only come to mine because its closer to the city."
"don't say that."
"it's true!" dex had never heard you raise your voice or seen you lose your temper, so this instantly made him uneasy. he could handle any bad guy that the streets through at him without batting an eyelid but as soon as it came to you being upset? he didn't know what to do. "you should just go back to your apartment and I'll stay here, alone. I basically do anyways."
"how could you say that?" he asked, hands reaching out to hold you but you never accepted. "I always wanna come home to you. to your place. to lay with you after a long night. it's all I've ever wanted."
"you have such a funny way of showing it." you rolled your eyes at him. nothing could've prepared dex for what you said next. no amount of senseless violence or good deeds he could do would fix this. nothing could fix that broken tone in your voice, or the way you looked over at him with fresh tears brimming around your eyes. "do you even want me anymore?"
his heart stopped.
this hurt more than any gunshot, any wound he could ever have experienced. how could you even think like that? dex adored you!
he fell to his knees in front of you, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pulled you in closer to him. tears flew from his eyes - that salty taste touching his lips - and he looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes you couldn't ever deny. those were your weakness. those were what made you fall in love with him in the first place! before all of this bullseye nonsense. back when he worked for the fbi and came home upset from work looking like someone had just kicked a puppy.
"baby of course I want you, how could you say that? I always want you, always. I'm just exhausted from everything lately and I'm sorry I haven't been good at talking to you and I've been neglecting you and-"
"dex just stop." you wiped the tears from your eyes. "how could you do this?"
"how can I fix it? please, sweetheart, I just wanna fix it. please."
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