oh my god!!!!!!!!! what about dex arriving at your door all bloodied, beaten and hurt but he's on bad terms with you but you take care of him anyways? 🫣 pls and thank u ily - reini (strangelure)
Oh my gooodd Reiniiiiii!!!! @strangelure
You’re mumbling curses, pulling him inside, ordering him to sit in the kitchen and stay put while you go rummaging for your first aid kit in the bathroom.
Dex knows he shouldn’t have come over. You literally told him you never wanted to see him again. But, no matter how angry he is about the whole situation, he missed you, and you’re the only one he can trust (wants) to patch him up.
The iodine stings when you blot it to the cut on his eyebrow. Pressing the brown stained cotton swob much more harshly than usual. Dex really couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. Even when you’re helping him, you still try to find a way to make him uncomfortable. Too bad it only makes him realise just how much he missed the way your eyes look when you’re pissed off.
It sends a rush of excitement through him. A satisfied smile spreading across his lips as you work on disinfecting his split cheek.
A frustrated sigh leaves you, all chesty and huffy. “Stop that.” You drop the swob onto a paper towel along with the others you used prior.
“Stop what?”
“I’m not playing this game with you, Dex.” Leaning over him just a bit, you turn his face in your had, roughly squeezing your frustration into his cheeks to wipe away the heavy bleeding just above his ear. The pressure of your thumb making his molars cut the inside of his cheeks.
“Then let’s play something else.”
You pause for a second just to frown at him. Looking at him like you truly hated his entire being.
He’s definitely gotta get you mad more often.
“No.” Dropping what you were doing, you cross your arms over your chest protectively. Stepping back. “We’re done here.”
Shattering Dex’s haze, he stares at you in surprise. All those warm feelings washing away. “What?” A small laugh escaping him.
“I told you i didnt want to see you again. But here you are.” You gesture to all of him with a flick of your finger, still tightly gripping around yourself. “I stopped most of the bleeding. You can go.”
“Sweetheart-”
“No Dex.” You cut him off, asserting yourself in the quiet of your kitchen. “Get. Out.”
