#dex.

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i’m funny

[takenakamutual]

every time i see reigens manga colors i think about dexter visualbf

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Do you have a thing for redheads or is dex just a special case?

“Dex... Dex has kinda got me on some crazy shit, y’know? I didn’t like him, at first. Not ‘oh hate at first sight’ or whatever but I hated that he affected me and that he hated me without giving me a chance and shit. And it’s bad for me, like, mad fucked that I always want everyone to like me so I teased him and bothered him and damn did we fight. He’s hit me. He’s going to the fucking show, like, he’s gonna be in the league and I feel damn sorry for whoever he drops his gloves on because that hook is mad savage.”

“But he just... makes me feel good, you know? He wants me around. He wants to listen to me. He makes me feel like I belong somewhere. Dex is more than a special case, he’s a whole different department. Like, the other people i’ve dated are FBI, sure, but he’s x-files. I can’t give him one thing that I like about him because he’s a whole other land of shit I never thought i’d like.

“So uh, on that T-L-D-R, he’s the only redhead i’ve ever dated, but more than that, he’s the only Dex i’ve ever dated.”

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What's the hottest thing dex has ever done?

this is pretty literal but one time he hand-chopped wood for a fire in a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else and sweating and i’m pretty sure i saw god

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When dex walks into IKEA does he like? Get excited? Or does he hate the place? Please explain what going to IKEA with Dex is like, because I feel like it's interesting

actually, dex has a personal vendetta against IKEA, believe it or not. he assembled this chair in a rush before he left for vacay back when we were first kinda feeling each other, y’feel? and i wanted to fix this lightbulb (i know how to do it i swear) so I stacked some old phone books on top of the chair.

long story short, the thing is kinda cheap and the bolt loosened when I was climbing on top of it. I slipped and sprained my wrist and he still blames himself for it. 

it’s kinda funny, lowkey. he glares every time we drive past an ikea.

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This is a strange question but how many freckles does dex have?? Is it like a spattering or is the boy like completely covered?

well, that’s kinda complicated, yeah? like, are we talking about his face? it’s pretty dense there, just along his cheekbones and his nose. he’s got a few on his ears, against the shells of them. just behind his ear is soft and sensitive and the freckles there congregate and look like a starburst or fireworks. i kiss there, sometimes, when he’s just waking up. when he’s cooking. when he’s stressed.

if you talk about his neck, I could count the freckles there. maybe twenty, spattered here and there. it’s mostly bare. his shoulders are a different story-- that’s where I can connect the dots and write messages to him on his skin, and tell him about the constellations and the heroes that died for them. i said that, once, that i’d be that for him, and he told me i wasn’t allowed. to die for him.

down his spine are a perfectly vertical row of freckles. when he works out, sweat connects the row. the small of his back has a few, but just around it is almost nothing, just bare spots, pale.

his hips have them. his legs are sprinkled. between his thighs... well, if things go right, i’m the only person who’s ever gonna know what that looks like for the rest of our lives.

i’d like to keep it like that.

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how did you and dex get together or hook up or whatever???

summer after sophomore year, like i said maybe a few posts ago? i invited will up to my place for a month over the summer, just, like, so we could figure out living together, you know? test it out. it ended up being really good, just… hanging out around the city, falling asleep together, waking up together. but, uh, mama and mamai were out one night so dex and i had to cook dinner– he was making brownies and i was making this pasta thing so i was throwing the noodles against the wall and of course he lectures me about throwing them

“blah blah blah (i wasn’t listening there was brownie mix on his cheek) blah blah something about wasting noodles” he said, and then steals a noodle and eats it, so i take the other end of the noodle and pull that move from the lady and the tramp, which kind of… gives him a chance to say no? but i think he, like, thought i was gonna chicken out.

i don’t, of course. we end up getting, uh… pretty distracted, and almost burn the food, but it just ended up being, like, a bomb ass night, and will doesn’t just fall asleep on the floor, he gets to curl up in bed with me.