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@ducktor-who
this image made me so sad I had to clean him and give him a hot cocoa
dog i gotta move like yesterday
Please stay
the enemy of my enemy is also my enemy I fucking hate that guy
people in fiction are always making plans like "how about tuesday?" and then leaving without elaborating. what time? where? do you even have each other's numbers? deeply stressful
9/11 could never happen today because the twin towers arent there anymore for some reason
━━━━━━ pink bracelet ⟢
❝ you offered him a chance when he was already preparing to lose you. so now, sitting across from you with trembling hands and too many thoughts, dex does the one thing he's always been terrible at—he tells the truth. about the loneliness. about the silence. about the way people always seem to leave once they realize there's something wrong with him.⠀⠀❞⠀
◜ including ⠀! ⠀benjamin poindexter.
◟ warnings ⠀! ⠀part 4 of series. part 1 — part 2 — part 3. fem reader. obsessive dex. fluff? masterlist. gifs by @.novagif. english is not my first language.
The hour feels unbearable.
Dex spends most of it sitting in the corner booth pretending not to look at you while every thought in his head tears itself apart.
You offered to stay.
That’s the thing his brain keeps circling back to.
You could’ve said no.
You could’ve told him politely to leave and never come back.
Instead you said:
We could have coffee together.
Coffee together.
Like normal people.
The phrase feels strange inside his head. Almost unreal.
He watches you from the corner while trying very hard not to look like he’s watching you. Which probably just makes him look worse. Every time your eyes briefly flick toward him, he immediately looks away too fast.
Stop doing that.
Jesus Christ.
Act normal for once in your life.
But his pulse won’t settle.
What if you only said yes because you felt bad for him?
What if you’re scared to reject him directly?
The thought makes nausea twist through his stomach.
He keeps replaying the look on your face earlier.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
But concern.
Carefulness.
Like you were handling something fragile that might suddenly bite you.
The thought digs under his ribs.
By the time your shift finally ends, his nerves feel skinned raw.
You emerge from the back room wearing a softer sweater than before, sleeves covering your hands slightly. Your hair’s down now, loose around your shoulders.
You look younger out of uniform somehow.
Softer.
“There you are,” you say lightly when you spot him still sitting there.
Like you expected him to stay.
Of course he stayed.
Dex stands too quickly.
The table bumps softly against his knee.
Shit.
You pretend not to notice.
“That place across the street is quieter,” you tell him. “We can go there.”
We.
The word lands heavily inside his chest.
Outside, the rain has mostly stopped. The sidewalks still shine wet beneath streetlights, reflecting blurred gold across the pavement. Cars hiss softly through puddles while people hurry past bundled in jackets.
Dex walks half a step behind you automatically.
Not too close.
Don’t crowd her.
You keep glancing back at him occasionally while talking about random things. The weather. A customer who spilled an entire latte earlier. Some guy who tried flirting with your coworker and accidentally asked for her “Instagram number.”
You laugh while telling the story.
Dex watches your mouth move more than he listens.
You laugh so easily.
He doesn’t understand people who laugh easily.
The café you bring him to is small and warm and mostly empty this late in the evening. Soft jazz humming quietly overhead.
You order hot chocolate immediately.
“I hate coffee,” you admit sheepishly.
Hate coffee.
Another thing his brain stores away instantly.
The barista smiles at you like he already knows you.
Of course he does.
People probably remember you everywhere.
Dex orders black coffee because he always orders black coffee. Not because he likes it particularly. Just because it’s efficient. Bitter enough to keep him awake.
You both sit near the window.
And suddenly—
silence.
Awkward.
Thick.
The kind that presses against skin.
You stir whipped cream slowly into your hot chocolate while looking out the window.
Dex can hear the spoon tapping ceramic softly.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Say something.
Anything.
But his thoughts keep colliding against each other too fast.
Don’t scare her again.
Don’t ramble.
Don’t stare.
You glance at him finally and smile awkwardly.
“So…”
Dahling you simply must explore the backrooms they're just brimming with all sorts of delightful little entities.
babe are you okay you reblogged got that fog in me 11 times
wait, i did? i don't remember doing that...
having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved
this is how new yorkers @ mamdani
18 year old ilya rozanov trying to serve bougie in america while his brother hustles him for drug money ⬇️
the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad