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[everlastingdreams]

Dex X Reader: Sugar Crush Chapter 20

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Notes:  I did warn y’all.

Summary: Reader moves into the same building as one Agent Poindexter. A bond starts to grow between them. Can the reader move on after a traumatic past ‘relationship’ ?

Chapter: 20/?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse ! YES this one will come with trigger warnings. I tried not to post too much into detail stuff but this entire thing comes with a trigger warning !

Word Count: 1288 words

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Shaw smiled wickedly and you started to tremble in fear.

Survival instincts kicked in and you tried to slam the door shut but he had half-expected you to react that way and caught the door before it could shut. He pushed the door open further again with ease "Tsk tsk. Easy there little one." He reproached as he prevented you from slamming the door shut. Your mind shot to Ally in the bathroom, what would Shaw do with her ? She would be an obstacle in whatever his plans were with you.

It was like your feet were frozen in place, his hand on the side of the door.

Two others were watching as they kept some distance, he brought back-up. Of course he did. Trying to run would mean leaving Ally in potential danger. You couldn't allow other people to get caught in your problems. Shaw would never allow others to help you. He walked towards you and you stepped backwards to stay out of his reach “What a joyous day this is.” he raised his hands like he was praising. He glanced around quickly but discreetly “Tell me, little dove, do you have company ?”

You knew what that meant, you had seen his jealous side more then once.

“No one is here.” you said it louder then you had to, attempting to warn Ally to stay out of sight. You hoped he would believe it was because you were clearly afraid.

Soon he was standing in the middle of your apartment. He looked around "Oh, how far you have fallen. From all the wealth in the world, to a small shoddy box." He opened your bedroom door casually as he took a quick look inside from the doorway "Fortunately for you, I'm here to change that.” You mustered up the courage before you spoke but your voice still broke "I don't want your kind of life." He smiled at you over his shoulder "I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter, sweetheart." He said as he pulled his gun out. You froze when you saw the gun. You prayed Ally had understood the hint. Her walking in the room now would be all kinds of disaster.

He whistled and the other two walked in as well. One of them grabbed you by your upper arm with a firm grip as Shaw came to stand in front of you. His eyes scanning over your form before they fell on your side. You flinched when he reached his hand out.

“You won't be needing this anymore, love.” he said as he pulled your phone from the pocket of your jeans “It's time to go home, (y/n).” he motioned for you to turn around.

A thought flashed through your mind, a thought that slammed the air out of your lungs. Dex always came home around this hour. If Shaw saw Dex he would kill him without hesistation, the last thing he would want is an agent lurking around.

“You don't have to do this, Shaw. I'm not worth it.” you tried to escape the situation by reasoning with him.

You felt him put his hand, holding the gun, against your lower back as he guided you to the door “Don't be so hard on yourself, Love. Don't mistake my absence for a lack of interest.” he whispered in your ear and you bit back the tears. Your hope that he would have moved on or that he wouldn't have survived his encounter with Daredevil was crushed. “Search the place.” Shaw commanded one of his guards before he put his attention on you again as he walked you out of the apartment, hiding the gun behind your back as he did. You resisted the urge to look in the direction of the bathroom, you hoped Ally realised the both of you were in danger. You saw the guard walk into the bathroom and your heart stopped. He stood in the doorway for a moment before he yelled “All clear, boss.” Shaw nodded to him.

“Tell me, sweetheart.” he suddenly says as he took hold of your lower arm roughly, turning you to face him “Were your days and nights as lonely as mine ?” he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear before his fingers gripped your chin firmly.

His jealous side once again flared up and you knew he was seconds away of hitting you.

“(y/n) ?” a voice drew Shaw's attention away from you and he let go of you right away. Once again putting up his facade towards the world.

Mister Wilkinson's eyes darted between you and Shaw, a worried expression on his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Shaw was fast to cut you off.

“Good evening, Sir.” Shaw pushed the gun in your back as a warning “Can I be of any assistance ?”

Mister Wilkinson was looking oddly at Shaw now, his instincts probably warning him of the danger in front of him "Please, just call me Bob. Sorry, uh... Mister ?" "Reed. Shaw Reed." Reed introduced himself.

Mister Wilkinson nodded “Oh.. I just wanted to thank (y/n) again for helping me put my picture frame on the wall.”

Shaw appeared so calm in the situation, it would be easy to miss that something was off “Oh! Well. (y/n) always has been very gracious towards others. It comes as no suprise that she would help her friendly neighbours.”

“It was no problem, Bob.” you quickly said, your voice breaking a little. You hoped Mister Wilkinson would see the danger. Connect the dots between your old bruises and the man next to you. See what was really going on and call the police.

“She's a real treasure. I uh...I should head back inside. My favorite program is starting soon. So you have a good evening now.” He must have noticed the fear in your eyes as he started to nervously explain that he needs to head back to his apartment. Wilkinson's eyes fell on you as he turned towards his apartment door. He knew.

You didn't feel the gun pressing in your back anymore and you relaxed a bit as you saw Mister Wilkinson walk away. "Excuse me, Bob." Shaw suddenly spoke and you felt Shaw's hand leave your back. Mister Wilkinson stopped in his tracks and turned around cautiously "Yes ?" The corner of Shaw's mouth turned up a little "This isn't personal. Only but an unfortunate position we find ourselves in." Both you and Mister Wilkinson where confused for only a second before his eyes widened as Shaw aimed his gun at him and shot him in the chest. Your mouth opened, but no scream left you as you saw him fall backwards on the ground. Your hands pressing against your chest as you tried to breath. He was gasping for air on the ground. "no..." you stumbled over to him, your hands hovering above the gunshot wound. You didn't know how to help him "I'm so sorry.." you could barely manage to speak the words as you fell to your knees. Shaw sighed in annoyance as he looked at his gun "Brilliant. I should have brought the silencer after all." He turned towards one of his guards "Clear the building."

The meaning of his words hit you like a train “ No ! Shaw, Please ! These people are innocent, please !” He walked over to you and pulled you from the ground roughly. "Time to go." You tried to pull yourself from his grasp. He didn't even flinch "Sedate her !" He commanded to the other guard. You felt the needle in your neck before you could protest and soon you succumbed to the darkness.

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[everlastingdreams]

Dex X Reader : Sugar Crush Chapter 18

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Notes: Yeah, you’re getting two chapters because I am excited for the angst to come >:D 

Summary: Reader moves into the same building as one Agent Poindexter. A bond starts to grow between them. Can the reader move on after a traumatic past ‘relationship’ ?

Chapter: 18/?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse ! YES this one will come with trigger warnings. I tried not to post too much into detail stuff but this entire thing comes with a trigger warning !

Word Count: 2696 words

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You spend some time on the coin pusher machine while Dex was trying and failing hilariously to catch something in a claw grab machine. You saw him fail repeatedly out of the corner of your eyes. After his fifth attempt you grab the coins that had once more fallen and put them in the little plastic container before you walked over to him. "Damn thing doesn't work." He muttered dissapointed. You smirked "Yup. That's why I rarely try them." He looked at the plastic container in your hands that was filled with arcade coins "Did you rob this place or something ?" You laughed and scoffed "Excuse me, I can't helped it if I'm better at these games then you are.” you turned around and went to exchange the coins for a cute plush as Dex waited for you.

You didn't just return with the plush you picked out, but you got yourself a big cotton candy as well.

Dex shook his head and looked at you amused.

“What ?” you said as you stuffed some of it in your mouth.

“Sometimes I wonder if your sugar intake has something to do with your sweet personality.” he remarked and reached over to grab some of the cotton candy.

“Nooooo.” you held the candy out of his reach “Stop stealing my food.”

He snorted “Fine.” he looked around and seemed to focus on something.

“You're not going to distract me and steal my candy by looking at something.” you eyed him suspiciously.

He tilted his head towards one of the stands “Let's try that one. See if you can beat me in that game.”

He walked away and you followed him to a shooting gallery stand. There were hundreds and hundreds of very thin little sticks that people were aiming for. Most people missed the sticks or only managed to shoot small pieces off of the sticks.

You got kind of nervous when you saw which game Dex had picked out, you had never really played it. Guns always made you nervous, even these ones. Especially after you saw your ex kill someone “The shooting gallery, huh. Why doesn't that suprise me ?” you asked as Dex paid for the game this time.

He loaded some ammo in the weapon before he held it out to you, you gave him a look.

“I promise I won't eat your candy.” he rolled his eyes as he read your mind and you reluctantly let him hold the cotton candy as you took hold of the weapon “Let's see what you got.”

You looked at what another person was doing and you tried to imitate that as best as you could.

“Relax your shoulders.” Dex told you and you did. “Focus on one of the sticks and keep your eyes on it.”

You followed his instructions and fired. You didn't hit the stick, you did hit one of the bears that were given as prizes. You looked to see if the man controlling the stand noticed.

Dex let out a chuckle and discreetly took the weapon from you and handed you back the cotton candy “He didn't notice.”

“I should have known I was shit at this.” you groaned in frustration.

“Don't worry about it. Perhaps Hook A Duck is more your thing.” he gave you a shit-eating grin.

You glared at him “Well, Agent Poindexter, why don't you show me how this should be done then ? Or are you scared you'll embarrass yourself ?” you dared him.

He looked at the sticks once before he smirked at you “Alright, let's make this into a bet then ?”

You were interested in that “Okay, what are we betting for ?”

“If I shoot off every stick in that row, in one go..” he pointed to a row of very thin sticks in the far back “I'll get that cotton candy, Deal ?”

You laughed at the idea “You're telling me you can shoot a stick off in one shot, okay. But a whole row of them ? Get out. That would mean you would have to hit each of them perfectly, every time you shoot.”

“Deal ?” he asked again and you were suprised at his confidence.

“Wait, what do I get if you fail ?” you questioned.

He thought about that one for a moment as he loaded the weapon again “I would say more cotton candy but I'm not sure how much sugar you can take without getting sick at this point.”

“You would be suprised, Dex.” you smiled “ Should I take a step to the side ? Give you some space ?” you said playfully.

He shook his head and chuckled as he started to aim.

If he missed, that would mean more cotton candy for you, so it was hard to resist not trying to distract him just a little bit.

“I'll manage.” he tried to focus and ignore the silly faces you were pulling next to him.

“You sure ? So I'm not distracting you at all ?” you asked innocently.

He smirked “Nope.” and then he fired. Not once but constantly, you turned to look at the sticks and saw them disappear one by one. Each shot made another disappear completely until he had wiped out the entire row like it was nothing.

Your mouth fell open. The stand owner's mouth fell open. The people around the stand had seen it happen.

That just really happened.

“You uh...You can pick which price you want...” the owner said, still baffled.

Dex wasn't aware of the stares directed at him, he tilted his head in your direction “She can choose.”

Your eyes darted between Dex who was putting the weapon back and the stand owner.

“You sure ?” you ask Dex.

“Yeah. Besides, I got your cotton candy.” he casually said as you let him take the candy from your hand. Fair is fair.

“Uhm.... I'll take the Stitch plush, please.” you awkwardly said and the owner handed it to you.

It was starting to get pretty dark and the snow once again started to fall as you walked back to the car.

“Agent Alvarez said you were a good shot, but I never realised how good you actually were until now.” you were still amazed.

“Comes with throwing popcorn at noisy movie-goers.” he jokingly said.

“She told me you saved them in that ambush.” you stated.

“I was just doing my job.” he tried to brush it off. Clearly not used to a compliment.

You tapped him on the arm and he stopped “You're a hero, Dex.”

He cleared his throat, his expression sorrowful “I'm really not.”

“You are to me.” you said softly, hoping he would believe you “You stopped a thief, you saved fellow agents and you are clearly trying to protect me, even if I tell you I'll be fine. I know you try to hide that fact but I'm not blind, Dex.”

He was speechless, not knowing how to react to you praising him like this. His colleagues had done so as well, but with you it was different. You were special. He knew you were genuine, that you meant what you said. Part of him didn't think he deserved your praise, maybe it always would. Maybe it was right.

You saw how your words affected him, but not in a way you were expecting them to. He looked sombre, lost in thought even. It crossed your mind that he didn't believe it, that he didn't consider himself to be anything special and it broke your heart seeing him think that.

“You don't believe me do you ?” you took a step closer to him

He swallowed hard “I want to, it's just that...” he stopped and evaded your gaze “It's difficult for me.”

You understood him “That's why you have me. To show you how good you are.” you used the way he always described you, to describe him as well “ I meant what I said, Dex. You are a hero to me.”

He blinked a few times before he looked you in the eyes. He wanted to believe you. That he was good, and when he saw the look in your eyes and the smile playing on your lips, he did. Even if it was just for a moment.

He froze when you stepped closer again and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him without fear.

“I won't give up on you.” you whispered against his shoulder.

You felt him tremble when he finally breathed after holding his breath for what seemed like forever.

The words clinged onto the doubts in his mind, until they tore them down.

You felt him wrap his arm around your frame, even felt him pull you a little closer.

More snow started to fall and soon it fell on you.

Dex looked up at the sky as you let go of him “We should head to the car, unless we want to turn into snowmen here.”

He looked at you again, there was something different in the way he looked at you now. Something that made your heart skip a beat.

“Uh yeah. We should.” you muttered.

He took a few steps in the direction of the car and waited for a moment for you to walk next to him.

As you passed a low wall you discreetly scooped some snow in your hand.

And as Dex walked next to to you, he did something he had never done with anyone else, he let his guard down. And by the time it occured to him that you weren't walking next to him anymore, he felt something cold hit his back, close to his neck.

He winced as the cold touched his skin and he turned to look at you in disbelieve.

“Good at throwing. Not as good as dodging though.” you teased.

"You're going to regret that." he warned and he was quicker then you believed he was when he reached for the snow as well.

And that was enough for you to start running for cover, knowing damn well you were surrounded by ammo.

The first snowball nearly hit you as you ducked for cover behind a car.

"MISSED !" you shouted and laughed.

You heard the snow crunch as he walked through it. You sneaked along the cars and grabbed some snow, making a ball as you listened to where he was heading. You hadn't felt so alive in what felt like years.

The footsteps stopped and you felt a snowball hit you against your shoulder, it suprised you.

You heard him chuckle "Who said I wasn't missing on purpose, (y/n) ?"

"Since when do you think you have to go easy on me?" you shouted back at him and as you said it you stood up and threw the snowball, it landed in front of him.

He chuckled "You've seen me throw popcorn at a guy across a movie theater and you don't think I should go easy on you ?" you heard the snow crunch again as he moved.

You sought another place to take cover and choose a tree nearby " You can't frighten me."

It was silent for a while and you furrowed your brows, you took a look from behind the tree and you were met with a snowball hitting you in the head.

You cursed and were happy you were wearing a knitted cap.

“Not good at throwing or dodging, huh ?” his voice sounded like it was coming from right behind you and it startled you. You spun around and almost slipped on the snow as you did.

You yelped and he was quick to grab your arms and prevent you from falling.

“Did I hurt you ??” there was panic in his voice, his fingers going over the spot on your head that was hit by the snowball.

You liked the feeling of his warm fingers touching you. He was so close and your breath hitched.

“I've been through worse.” you assured and smiled softly.

His hand went lower to your cheek as he examined your face “I know.” his thumb brushed over the remainder of the cut under your eye “And that never should've happened. I won't let anyone hurt you again.” his voice but a mere whisper.

You didn't think you would feel safe with someone ever again, but you did. Dex made you feel so safe. His hand, warm against your cheek. His breath lightly touching your skin because he was so close. It was enough to make your head spin.

You closed your eyes and reached your fingers to his face. The tips of your fingers lightly touching his jaw. He rested his forehead against yours, and you tilted your head up so he would understand.

His other hand found it's way to your neck, carressing it softly before his lips touched yours.

His mouth moved softly against yours, you were shivering under his touch. Your fingers slightly tangeling in the fabric of his jacket. He broke the kiss and you noticed he was trembling as well, his hand still resting against your neck as his thumb brushed under your jaw.

“You taste like my cotton candy.” you remarked as a smile played on your lips.

He gave you a lopsided grin and looked at you like you believed someone would look at a nebula in the nightsky. He wasn't like anyone you had met before, at times it felt like you had known him for years. Sometimes, when you thought you had him all figured out, he still found a way to suprise you. The more layers you peeled away, the more you were starting to love the person that was under them.

You heard the crunchy noise from footsteps in the snow coming in your direction and Dex looked where the sound was coming from as he took a step back.

You looked to where Dex was looking and you recognized the person approaching you. A young boy and a woman were walking next to him.

“Isn't that-” you wanted to ask Dex but the man already called out to you.

"Dex !" Ray waved his hand, turning to the woman for a moment before he approached. His eyes darted between the two of you "Miss (l/n)." He greeted you in a friendly manner. "You can just call me (y/n)." You quickly replied. Ray shook your hand "I just want to say that I am sorry if I came off a bit hard back at the presidential hotel. There is protocol that we have to follow to keep everyone save." "It's okay, I understand completely. No hard feelings, Special Agent Nadeem. I just hope Dex didn't get into trouble because of my presence there ?" You saw Dex look at you. "Glad to hear it. And Dex and I were able to avoid any problems regarding the situation." Ray looked at Dex meaningful "And please, just call me Ray." He redirected his attention to Dex "Didn't expect to see you here, Dex." "Yeah.. (y/n) wanted to visit the funfair." Dex tilted his head in the direction of the funfair. Ray nodded towards the woman and the young boy standing a bit further away "I'm taking Seema and Sami, promised it to them a while ago." "Feels like we haven't had the time to take a breath since we started guarding that animal." Dex replied "Go have fun, Ray. We've earned it." Ray nodded in agreement "I get what you mean. Anyway, you two enjoy the rest of your evening." "Thank you, Ray. You too." You said. "See you tomorrow." Dex told him as Ray walked with Seema and Sami towards the fair.

“Ray didn't tell that Hattley-person did he ?” you guessed.

Dex shrugged and smirked “Ray's one of the good ones.”

“Glad to hear that he has your back in times of trouble.” you smiled back, a cold wind was starting to brush against your skin “We really should head back. Looks like the weather is changing.”

He nodded and rested his hand on your back as he walked you to the car.

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[everlastingdreams]

Dex X Reader: Sugar Crush Chapter 19

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Notes: You know what? I’m not gonna say something here. Let’s suprise y’all *evil laughter*

Summary: Reader moves into the same building as one Agent Poindexter. A bond starts to grow between them. Can the reader move on after a traumatic past ‘relationship’ ?

Chapter: 19/?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse ! YES this one will come with trigger warnings. I tried not to post too much into detail stuff but this entire thing comes with a trigger warning !

Word Count: 1873 words

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“So you're walking me to my door now, huh ?” you jokingly said as you arrived at the door of your apartment.

A chuckle escaped him “I have to pass here if I want to get to my floor, so yeah.”

“Oh, and here I thought I was special.” you joked and pouted.

“You are.” the words quickly left him as his eyes bore into yours, making you blush.

“I uh... I should probably.. go inside..” you pointed at the door behind you.

He nodded, still distracted as he was looking at your lips now. You felt a shiver go down your spine when you noticed it.

“I....uh...” your words where cut short as Dex leaned in to kiss you again. His hands cupping your face as he kissed you. You eagerly deepened the kiss and pulled him closer to you.

Someone cleared their throat and causing you to break the kiss.

“Okaaaaaay.” Ally looked between the both of you. Eyebrows raised, chewing some more gum.

This was awkward to say the least.

“Some guy came by today. He asked me to give you this.” Ally walked to you and gave you a small closed envelope, shooting Dex a funny look as she did. Looked like she hasn't gotten over the fact that he confused her for a girl scout.

“Oh. Thank you.” you took the envelope from her hands and turned it over to see if there was a name on it, it was blank.

Dex eyes darted between you and Ally “I'll see you tomorrow, okay ?”

You nodded and smiled “It's unavoidable.”

He grinned at you before he walked away, as he passed Ally you could hear him say “ 'Evening girl scout.”

The look that formed on her face made you cover your mouth before you would burst into laughter.

“Is he serious ?! Is he ?!” she sounded offended as she pointed over her shoulder at Dex walking away.

You shook your head, not sure if you would be able to hold in your laughter if you would speak.

She groaned and walked away as well.

“Goodnight, Ally !” you shouted after her.

She raised a hand and moved it once, her way of waving “Yeah. 'night.”

You watched her walk away before you went inside your apartment. You threw your jacket on the hook. It felt like electricity was going through your veins. Your mind wandering back to the moment he kissed you. How carefull he was as he touched you. He made you feel like you mattered. You didn't think you would ever find someone like that, especially not so soon after the whole traumatic experience you had had with Shaw. But you did, and for the first time in months, you were happy.

You had almost forgotten about the envelope in your hands, and you looked it over again. It was a plain white one. Nothing special about it. There was nothing written on it.

You opened it and found it was empty. You furrowed your brow in confussion.

Perhaps something had fallen out of it, or maybe they forgot to actually put something inside. You brushed it off, it was probably a store sending out papers to try and sell stuff to people. You had gotten those before. Soon your mind wandered back to the amazing evening you had shared with Dex. You were sure you wouldn't have nightmares tonight.

The next day you were going through job advertisements again when someone knocked on your door.

“Y/n ! I've got to ask you something !” you heard Mr. Wilkinson's voice.

You opened the door “Hi, Bob. What's up ?”

He cracked a smile and pointed to you like you had just guessed something right “That's just it, nothing's up. “

You gave him a confused expression “Alright, what is not up ?”

He laughed “Ha, glad you asked. Nancy and I had our pictures taken and she got me this beautiful frame for it. But I can't seem to get it on the wall, my hands aren't what they used to be you see ?”

You understood what he wanted to ask you “Don't worry, Bob. I'll handle it. Do you have a hammer and nail ?”

“Oh thank you, (y/n) ! And yes, I got those. Follow me.” he was happy you had offered to help him.

Soon you were hitting a nail in the wall of his living room. You took the frame in your hands to hang it and looked at the picture inside “This is a great photo Bob. You two look very happy together.” you looked over your shoulder at him “Nancy is very sweet.”

“That she is.” he looked at the photo lovingly “You look very happy too lately. Does it have anything to do with that fella from the floor above ?”

You couldn't hide the smile on your face as you nodded “Yeah. Dex and I, I think I can say that we are dating now.”

Mr. Wilkinson smiled and you put the frame on the nail in the wall.

“Then it looks like we both are finding our way on the road to happiness again.” he looked proudly at the photo.

“It appears so. It's been a bumpy ride to say the least.” you turned to him.

“Life is a bumpy road, we all gotta stop one moment to put on new tires and try again.” Bob sighed “The journey is part of the gift we get in the end.”

You thought back to the past, the whole ordeal with Shaw, when you thought that it was going to be like that the rest of your life. And how it was now. You were free, in love with someone who treated you with respect. Dex had made the journey worth it.

“I like the sound of that.” you smiled at Mr. Wilkinson.

“Thank you for your help with this. I wanted to ask that fella of yours but he seemed in a hurry this morning.” he remarked.

“Probably a situation at work, he has a busy job.” you informed him “I am going to head back to my place. Fill in some more job applications.”

“Good luck, (y/n). It's not easy to find a job in the city these days.” he gave you a thumbs up as you left.

“Talk to you later, Bob !” you said before you walked out of his apartment and back to yours.

As evening fell, you were listening to some music while spending some time on youtube.

A noise drew your attention and you lowered the volume on your laptop.

You listened to see if you would hear it again and soon you did.

It sounded like the neighbours downstairs were having an argument and they were being pretty loud. Not loud enough for you to hear what they were shouting about though.

Someone knocked on your door again in a way that you were starting to get familiar with.

You walked to the door and opened it, finding Ally in front of you with a rather gloomy expression.

You didn't say anything as you opened the door wider to let her in.

“Dad came home early.” she said as she plopped down on a chair at the table. “Mom had to make up a story about her boytoy.”

You sat down opposite her “I'm guessing your dad didn't believe the story ?”

She shrugged her shoulders “Nope. This is how it always goes. He comes home, they start shouting at eachother.”

Ally looked a little pale, she tried to hide her real feelings about the situation “Do they shout at you too ?”

“Don't all parents ?” she sighed.

You shook your head “Not all the time.”

“I wish they would get a divorce. I mean, why don't they ? Dad isn't home much but he's nice to me. He doesn't make me feel like a burden.” she tried to smile but failed.

“You're not a burden, Ally. Not to me. You kind of remind me of a raccoon.” you smirked at her.

She raised a brow and scoffed “Because of my eyeshadow ?”

You shook your head “No, because you come and take my food.”

She rolled her eyes and a real smile appeared on her face “Okay.” she sighed “You know what I want ?”

“What's that ?” you asked her.

“I want to get out of this shitty building, no offence, and live in a big mansion.” she moved her hands as she daydreamed about it.

“None taken.” you chuckled “I once lived in a big mansion, you know. Wasn't that great, a bit like living in a school or something.”

“You did ?” her eyes widened.

“Uhuh. It was huge, but the view from the bedroom window was awful. There was a big wall around the place. And all you could see was this old statue of a guy holding a flag, it blocked all the view you could have.” you explained.

“And there goes another dream.” Ally said sarcasticly.

“Sorry.” you chuckled "Hey, Ally ?" A thought crossed your mind. "What ?" She looked at you curiously. "That guy who gave you the envelope, did he look familiar ? Was it someone who just delivers store flyers ?" You couldn't hide your curiousity about the blank letter. She thought for a moment and then shook her head "Nah. Never seen the guy before. He just thought you lived in our apartment I guess. Why ?" "I was wondering because the envelop was empty." You informed her. Ally furrowed her brow "Kinda creepy." You chuckled at her reaction until a feeling of dread crawled under your skin and your smile fell, could the guy who was following you on the street be the same person that brought the letter ? "Ally.." you feared the answer to your question. "What did the guy look like ?" She shrugged her shoulders "He had an ugly scar under his eye." Your chest heaved in relief, Shaw most certainly did not have a scar under his eye and neither did the guy who had creeped you out on the street. "I just told him you lived on the floor above us then he gave me the envelop and thanked me." She gave you a weird look. You nodded "Probably a salesmen after all. Almost got me spooked there." "Probably. He looked like one, dressed all fancy and stuff." Ally scoffed and chuckled “Hey, uh... can I use your restroom for a moment ?” she suddenly asks.

“Oh sure, it's right over there.” you pointed in the direction of the bathroom “Try not to trip over the boxes.” You laughed as you saw her push her way past the boxes to get to the bathroom.

As Ally was in the bathroom, you heard another knock on your door. You were quick to open the door, knowing it was probably going to be Dex as he usually came home around this time. You flung the door open enthusiastically, searching for his hazel colored eyes. Your heart dropped when your eyes weren't met with warm hazel colored ones, instead they were met with cold dark green ones. "Hello, my little dove."

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[everlastingdreams]

Dex X Reader: Sugar Crush chapter 16

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Notes:  I’m a couple of chapters ahead in writing and I can’t believe I went from this to ...oh

Summary: Reader moves into the same building as one Agent Poindexter. A bond starts to grow between them. Can the reader move on after a traumatic past ‘relationship’ ?

Chapter: 16/?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse ! YES this one will come with trigger warnings. I tried not to post too much into detail stuff but this entire thing comes with a trigger warning !

Word Count:  1354 words

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You took the advice to not run in the snow and soon arrived at the coffee shop.

You pushed the door open and the smell of freshly brewed coffee once again found it's way to your nostrils. Dex was sitting at the table you two had once shared before, he saw you enter right away.

“Hey, it's good to see you.” you said as you walked up to him. You wanted to make it clear that you weren't angry anymore about yesterday.

“(y/n) ! I am glad you could make it.” He was about to stand up but you held up a hand stopping him from doing so.

As you sat down you noticed Dex's hands were trembling a bit, causing you to feel even more worried about the conversation that will soon follow. Seeing someone tremble who deals with dangerous situations almost everyday was definitely a reason to worry. "I'm guessing you did like the coffee they serve here, huh ?" You tried to keep your tone light “Those flowers for me ? Or perhaps you're expecting someone else ?” your insecurity got the best of you again. Dex's gaze crossed yours in a quick matter before he looked at his hand again "Yeah. It's great. And yes, I thought you might like these." He ticked the small coaster he was holding on the table a few times while you looked and smelled the flowers "I asked you to meet me here, in a public place, so you would feel safe." Your brow drew together as you watched him take a breath, his shoulders heaving as he did. "(y/n), I want you to know that you can walk away at any time, from this place, from me." He looked at you this time "I... need you to know that you're safe with me. That I won't hurt you." You leaned on the table with your elbows, confussion now spread over your face "Dex... what is this about ? Is this about yesterday ? If it is, I want to say that I am sorry. I shouldn't have compared you to Shaw, I just.... I was stressed out." You avoided telling him about how you got spooked after you found out he was guarding Fisk. He ticked the coaster on the table again to control his nerves "It's not just about yesterday, but I understand why you were upset. I lied to you, I asked you to the hotel without permission of my superiors. It was a dumb idea, I know that now." He leaned on the table now as well "You told me you never really knew your ex, Shaw, that he hid his true self. I don't want that to happen to us, that's why I asked you to come here. To tell you the truth." He swallowed hard. You weren't sure how to respond to all of it, but you were relieved he said that he didn't want that to happen between you both. There was an *us*. "What do you want to tell me, Dex ?" You still kept your voice light in an attempt to make him less nervous "That you're secretly a serial killer with a soft spot for an awkward *pancake girl* ?" You laughed a little. Dex's reaction took you by suprise as he leaned back against the chair and avoided all eye-contact with you. Your smile fell, and a red flag rose in the back of your mind. He kept his gaze on the table as he talked "I played baseball when I was young. Kept playing even after my parents died." You didn't even know his parents died "I'm so sorry." It tumbled from your lips as you placed a hand on his. He looked at you quickly before he kept his focusing on your hand on his, only giving you a nod before he continued. "One day, after my coach told me to sit a game out, I got upset....angry. I..." he wiped his face with his other hand "I threw a baseball at him so hard that it killed him." Your whole body froze except your hand, which you slowly pulled away from him.

You crossed your arms, holding yourself. A thousand things were flying through your mind at once. This was not going how you thought this was going to go.

You couldn't respond, you just looked around the coffee shop. Part of you wanted to flee, but you forced yourself to stay. You wanted to hear the truth, you wanted to hear his story.

You didn't see how Dex was hyperventilating. His eyes were on you now, watching your reaction closely. He slowly reached a hand out to you, almost touching yours.

You noticed him move and jumped a little, it was enough to cause a pained expression in his eyes.

You held out your hand in a stopping motion, wanting to keep some space between you and him as you processed what he just told you.

Dex felt his eyes sting, he knew there was a chance you would react like this. It still hurt seeing you like this, afraid of him. “(y/n)... I am so sorry. For lying to you yesterday, for hiding this from you. I didn't know how to tell you, I was afraid you would see me in a different way. That someone as good as you would never be able to see me in a good light again.”

You gave a short nod “Thank you for telling me.” your voice barely more then a whisper “I realise this can't have been easy to tell me.”

He blinked rapidly as he drew a deep shaking breath “I..uh went to a therapist for a long time, until she got sick at passed away. She taught me a lot. Told me my moral compass wasn't broken. It just works better with a north star to guide me. Someone to keep me on the straight and narrow path." You relaxed a little after you heard that he went to therapy after the incident and he did sound genuine. "Is that why you asked me if I believed that there is still hope for people who do something really bad ?" He nodded "Yeah. I didn't know how you would react once I told you." There was a short moment of silence, long enough to raise Dex's anxiety once more. "I meant what I said that evening. It's our actions that decide if there is hope for us." You let your hand rest on the table "You were a kid, Dex. Look where you are now, a succesfull FBI agent, who saves people." He looked you in the eyes, uncertainty in his. "Your therapist was right and it looks like she really did have a good impact on you” you saw him nod in agreement “ You could have hid this from me, instead you confided in me." "So, we're okay ?" It was all he managed to say as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

You nodded “Just one question. This 'North Star' you mentioned, it's a person ?”

He cleared his throat “Yes. It's easier if I can learn from someone. Watch how they are around people.”

The conversation you had had with Dex was starting to click together.

“Watch them be 'good' people ?” you added.

He nodded in agreement “I watched people, I learned to be more like them. But you are the first person I've met that truly makes it clear what it means. Kindness, empathy...”

He placed his elbows on the table, his voice only loud enough for you to hear “The day we met, I saw how you were kind so effortlessly, even though you have a good reason not to trust people. You help people without wanting something in return. They might as well slap a picture of you in the dictionary under the definition of kindness.”

You snorted when you heard him say the dictionary part “I'm really not that amaz-”

“You're special to me, (y/n).” he meant every word of it and your eyes snapped up to his.

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