Anonymous asked:
tiny funny bit: stalker!dex trying to read your diary but you actually have the worst undecipherable handwriting ever or like an unique secret shorthand that you made up when you were 12 and he loses his marbles trying to figure out what you're thinking. bonus: does he ever figure it out even after getting with you lmaoooo
this is so funny to me because i can imagine him being so wound tight about it. having crept into your apartment, when he knew you were out that night. to learn you, to find in's into your life, to burrow himself neatly within your routine. and would stumble across your diary.
perfect, he thought, what better way to learn about you than to read your thoughts? he knew it was wrong— violating, even. but he was desperate. he pulled the diary open, to find... scribbles. as if he'd opened a doctor's notebook. some words had been decipherable enough, but most of it had been scrawls he made no sense of.
?????? was the worst ??? of my ????. i can't ??????? i ever ???? him a ??????.
dex frowned, pouring his concentration into the words he couldn't read. trying to fill the gaps, but it was no use. he'd taken a picture of the pages, to sit at his kitchen table with a notebook and pen. to crack your code, fight through your scribbling to find words.
and it would take every spare moment of his, working overtime as he used to when he was a special agent. but this had not been for any greater good, except his own selfish gain. he could admit that, at least.
it had been days. and he'd made progress.
ro??y was the worst sex of my life. i can't believe i ever gave him a chance.
i'm never listening to j?????? and her "w??? words" again.
and when he would check for updates, to see if there were any new readable entries. he would take pictures, sit at his table, in bed, on his couch, trying to unravel your life.
and once he finally had you, there had been no need to stalk around your apartment. and you'd started to fill in the blanks for him. silently satisfying that itch in his brain, that it had been obsessive over for months. you'd tell him of your past experiences, as he hid his boiling blood and clenched jaw.
"yeah, my friend jessica tried to match us." you admitted, legs laid over dex's lap. "robby was the worst sex of my life."
and he would throw his head back with a smile, those two letters slotting into place. he couldn't hide the satisfaction, of something being solved in his mind. a firm conclusion to an open question for so long.
"what's got you so smiley?" you'd nudge his jaw gently with your foot, as he returned his gaze back to you.
"nothing, sweetheart." he grabbed your foot, kissing the top of it as you continued your ramblings.
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