#dex!reader

[radioactive-earthshine]

NGL I have STRONG opinions about digital releases omitting the letters to the editor section of older comics. I feel like the letters are a part of comic history and should be aggressively preserved.

#look i was a weirdo and loved the letters so much #so much #so fucking damn much #i still to this day mourn that we don't have them #sometimes the editors would publish blatant aggressive criticism and promise to do better on some things #it was rare but it did happen in a handful of things involving stereotypes #also there is queer history in them such as in superboy and the ravers where people wrote in about hero #asking WHY he was not interested in women and this editor had to so professionally explain that he was GAY and where they stood on it #you also got to read queer readers writing in about these queer characters and the JOY in their words is priceless #also sorry but geoff's letters are fun and stupid at the same time and are a huge insight to what his hcs were #he LOVED tiny krypto so much it likely inspired him making dex starr bc he loved the idea of a small overly powered animal #not saying that was the main reason why ofc but it is interesting that he created dex after praising that mean little mutt #i say with the most love #my venting #my rambles

[amberlynnmurdock]

Aim For My Heart (Part 1)

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x Reader

Summary: One random morning, she buys him a coffee when the barista gets his order wrong–and ever since, Dex has been entranced.

Genres: light angst in the beginning, fluff, making out

A/N: This first part is all fluff! So I hope you guys like it! This is my first time writing Dex so I hope I got his character right :)

TAGS: @danzer8705 @pcrushinnerd (let me know if you want to be tagged or if I missed you)

credit to the owner of this gif!!!

Drip drip. 

Benjamin Poindexter’s brown eyes shoot open at the annoying sound of his sink’s leaky faucet. 

Drip drip.

He attempts to ignore the sound. He shuts his eyes and readjusts himself in bed. He takes a deep breath. 

Drip drip. 

He’s had enough. He can’t stand it. 

Kicking the sheets off himself, Dex huffs out of bed and stomps to the kitchen to fix the faucet. He rips a paper towel off a roll seamlessly and wipes the nozzle. He waits a moment to see if it works. Hand on his waist, he stares at the nozzle of the faucet, almost daring it to drip again. After 45 seconds, he decides it worked. 

He goes back into his room and crawls into bed. In an instant, he falls back asleep.

***

Another dreadful day. 

He can’t remember when his days started to feel like chores he had to get done. Was it when he was put in an orphanage? Was it when his dreams of becoming a professional pitcher were taken away? Was it when his therapist, Dr. Mercer, the only person who ever understood him, passed away? 

When was it? 

It seemed he was accurate with everything else in his life except when it came to pinpointing an exact moment when it started to fall apart. And it’s been falling apart slowly every day. 

Still—he needs to have coffee to somewhat function. He throws the empty coffee bag out in the trash and turns his hands into fists as he rests them on his clean marble countertop. Why do things like this get under his skin? Something as simple as running out of ground coffee? He looks up and is met with his reflection in the microwave. Sometimes, he can barely recognize himself. 

After a few moments, he decides he’ll have to stop at the corner coffee shop, which he hates to do. He hates being around people. He hates pretending to be normal. He hates that he has to put on an act. He hates the fake smile he gives when he orders his coffee; he hates waiting in line. The anticipation of waiting kills him inside. He hates seeing the barista accidentally spill a little of his coffee on the counter. It takes everything in him to not throw the cup away out of spite. It takes everything in him to not react violently over something so small. 

“You will build your life on pillars of order,” Dr. Mercer had once told him. Pillars of order. Pillars of order. Pillars of order.

He’s trying to be better every day. He tries to follow his code, but it’s so hard without someone to guide him, like a North Star. Even though he doesn’t have that anymore, he still tries to be better. He still tries to act normal. Often though, he wonders if he’ll ever be able to live his life on his own without a guiding light. 

No, he thinks to himself. Because people get hurt. Every time. Including him. Most of all, including him. 

As he takes a sip of his hazelnut coffee, he immediately frowns at the taste. It’s not hazelnut at all—it’s mocha. He hates mocha. And he hates the fact even more that he has to go back inside that dreadful place and order a new coffee—one they will probably charge him again for. 

And of course, the line of people. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. Was it the people he didn’t like, or the thought of interacting with them? 

After five whole minutes of waiting in line—Nadeem would be on his ass for being late—Dex finally approaches the same barista at the counter who took his order before. As calmly as he can, he forces a smile.

“Hi. I ordered a hazelnut coffee, but I got a mocha instead. Could I please get a new cup?” Dex asks as he tries to ask the question like he hasn’t rehearsed it in his head a thousand times. He slides the cup across the counter. 

The barista, a young man with red hair and freckles, nods and looks at the screen in front of him. He frowns. Dex’s heart plummets in his stomach. 

“I’m so sorry. We just sold our last hazelnut of the day. We can do—“

“He can have mine,” a third voice interjects. The person it comes from is feminine—light, and friendly. Qualities Dex isn’t used to being around. Qualities Dex pretends to have. When he follows the sound of the voice, he meets a young woman standing a few feet beside him. 

She's younger than him, but not by much. She has the most beautiful smile and kindest eyes he’s ever seen. The smoothest, most perfect face. Yes, she’s perfect, he thinks. Perfect to him. He’s speechless as she holds out her cup of hazelnut coffee for him to take. 

“I didn’t drink from it yet if that makes you feel better,” she said sheepishly as she caught him staring at her. 

“Then what will you have?” Dex asks her. 

“I told myself I’d do one kind act today and not expect anything in return. I’m okay. You can have my coffee,” she smiles again, and Dex’s chest feels as warm as the cup in his hand as she hands it to him. Their fingers brush for the smallest of seconds and it’s entrancing to Dex. He smiles at her—not forced at all. She’s already on her way out as she wishes him a good day. He watches as her shrinking figure exits the coffee shop. He doesn’t want this to be the last time he ever sees her. She's the first person to show him an ounce of kindness in a long time. Her hair swayed back and forth as she walked out the door and it flew behind her as the wind came in. She's the most beautiful person he’s seen in a long time. 

And she was so nice to him. That feeling was addictive. 

“Sir?” The young barista called. “I need to take the next guest’s order.”

Dex ignores him, ignores all the people in the coffee shop he pushes past. His gaze is stuck on her path. He follows where she left, her coffee in his hand. He exits the coffee shop. How could she already be gone from his reach?

  He sees her down the block as she makes a right turn. 

Dex isn’t far behind. 

***

The next time he sees her, he owes her a coffee. 

He made sure to get to the coffee shop earlier than normal the next day. He ordered two medium hazelnut coffees from the same barista who had taken his order the previous day. Dex feels lighter in his step—a rare surge of confidence in his entire body. He even decided to wear his FBI bomber jacket. He normally liked to hide what his profession was but thought that maybe it would impress her… and hopefully not scare her. He brushed his dirty blonde hair neatly and even sprayed on cologne. 

He waited at a table near the front and kept an eye on the clock. He had enough time to bring her coffee and make it to work before nine. He watched the door like a hawk, watching carefully as each person entered the shop.

And then finally, she came in. 

She wore a long trench coat and tall boots. Her hair was freshly windblown and she looked slightly flustered, like she was in a rush. Good thing she wouldn’t have to wait in the already growing line to order coffee. 

Dex sees as she audibly sighs at the sight of the line. 

“I owe you a coffee,” Dex calls out confidently as he rises from his seat. She looks over at him, frazzled at first, until recognition settles in her features and she seems to—dare he think—calm down. He’s made her calm down. 

“You don’t,” she says carefully, eyes glancing at the FBI logo on his jacket, “but something tells me if I don’t accept this coffee, you’ll put me on the Most Wanted list.”

Dex laughs—a real laugh—and hands her the cup of coffee. Their fingers brush again. He’s entranced by her touch, again. 

“I could never,” Dex says. “I didn’t get to say thank you for yesterday. So thank you. You have no idea how messed up my day could’ve been without my morning cup.”

“Trust me, I do,” she smiled. “And you’re welcome. And thank you—for my cup today,” she blushed as she fumbled over her words. Dex felt that familiar warm feeling spread through his chest the longer he looked at her. 

“I’m Ben Poindexter… or Dex,” he introduces himself, holding out his hand. She accepts it with ease and shakes his hand. She introduces herself and smiles. Dex repeats her name in his mind to memorization. 

“On your way to work?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” she answers, “late, honestly. But now that I got my coffee early, I can spare a few minutes. Where’s the uh—FBI office?”

“Just a few blocks down. Mind if I walk with you?”

“Not at all,” she smiles. 

Dex holds the door for her and lets her walk out first. He scans the area outside—normally he doesn’t check for threats (like he should) but now he has a reason to make sure the surrounding area is safe. 

They both begin to walk down the block. He matches her steps. 

“What do you do?” Dex asks. 

“I work at a therapist’s office. Client relations—not as daunting as being an FBI agent—is that what you are?”

“Special Agent,” Dex gently corrects. Dex perks when she mentions she works at a therapist’s office. “It’s not as fancy as it sounds, though.”

“I’m sure you’ve seen some shit,” she replies, shivering a little.“I can’t imagine.”

“Yeah, it can get tough,” he sighs, “but you get used to it after a while. Do you like working at the therapist’s office ?”

“I do. You learn a lot about people. I’m not a doctor, but I help where I can.”

“You must have a lot of patience,” Dex muses. He enjoys the cool breeze hitting his face. She looks like she's fighting against it. If the cold weather were a physical being, he’d choke the living life out of it for making her uncomfortable.

“I try to,” she smiles again, crossing her arms across her chest to keep warm. Dex feels a strong urge to wrap his arm around her, but he doesn’t. 

Dex already knows where her work building is—he followed her yesterday up until a certain point. He’s passed his office already. He doesn’t care. As long as he knows she makes it to work safely—he doesn’t care. 

The rest of the walk, they make small talk. Dex doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, the entire time walking, he’s thinking of ways to ask her out on a date. Do I run into her at the coffee shop again? Do I ask her right now? 

Finally, she stops in front of her building. She takes a sip of her hazelnut coffee that Dex bought for her and smiles at him. Dex catches her smile and looks away, almost shy.

“Thank you again for returning the favor, even though you didn’t have to,” she held up her cup in a cheersed way. Dex shrugs, and shakes his head. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says softly. “Was it a good cup?”

“Yes,” she nods. “Hit the spot.”

If it wasn’t good, Dex thinks he might’ve taken it out of her hands and thrown it against the building. Nothing should ever disappoint her, or not live up to her standards. He’s relieved she enjoyed it. 

“Could I—ask you out for dinner, sometime?” Dex stutters slightly, as he feels his heart pound against his chest. From the way she smiles at his question, it puts him at ease. 

“You could… but are you going to?” She teases, squinting her eyes a little at the handsome blonde FBI agent before her. Dex laughs and looks down sheepishly, before meeting her eyes again. 

“Would you like to have dinner with me this Friday night?” Dex officially asks her, smoothing any nervousness in his voice. Confidence.  

“Yes,” she nods. “I would love to.” Dex can’t help the blush that creeps on his cheeks. She’s holding her coffee as she searches through her bag for her phone. She almost drops the cup before Dex—with lightning reflexes—catches it before gravity can win. 

“Oh my goodness,” she gasps. “I would’ve been so sad if I dropped it! Thank you—again," she breathes. Dex smiles and holds the cup for her as she looks for her phone. 

“It’s no problem,” he says. 

She asks for his phone number and sends him a text so he’ll have her number saved. Dex is impressed by the way she takes the initiative to his contact information. She must really be interested—though definitely not as interested as he is. He feels his phone buzz in his jacket, confirming he received her text. 

“Well, have a good day, Dex,” she says in a sing-song way, a way Dex will never forget. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

***

She wasn’t one to go to someone’s house after a first date, but Dex might be testing that theory for her. 

She’s watching him carefully over the leather-bound menu. Stealing glances and looks every so often as she pretends to look over the list of red wines. Squinting her eyes, studying his face. He’s completely focused on the menu—he almost looks confused as he reads it. It’s a confusing menu because the place Dex chose has four Michelin Stars. She doesn’t mind though. It buys her time to keep looking at him. 

His skin looks soft…but it’s the way his jaw cuts that brings a sort of harshness to his look. No less handsome, however. She’s not sure if it’s because she knows he’s an FBI agent, but his presence is commanding, whether he realizes it or not. Commanding and sweet at the same time. Even the way his hands look strong and have surely held a gun against someone (because isn’t that what FBI agents do?) are now holding the menu so softly… it’s mesmerizing to see such hands that are capable of doing rugged things hold a leather-bound menu so gently. It only makes her wonder what else he could handle with gentleness—or roughness. Whatever she wants. 

“What are you thinking of getting?” Dex asks her, his silky voice bringing her out of her train of thought. She inhales sharply and quickly scans the menu again. 

“I think a glass of cabernet,” she replies, “and the burrata to start?”

“I was thinking the same,” he grins, warm brown eyes looking into hers. She glances away quickly—the way she feels when he looks at her is unsettling by how much she likes it. “You look really beautiful, by the way.”

And of course… he had to make it worse. There was no use in fighting the blush on her cheeks. She smiled. 

“Thank you.”

The waiter took their orders, and Dex watched her carefully as she spoke. She was pleasant. She smiles at the waiter—but not the same kind of smile she gives to him. Dex leans back in the velvet chair and sighs in content. He never thought he would get this far with her. 

When it was finally the two of them, Dex cleared his throat. 

“So, you do client relations at a therapist’s office? What does that exactly mean?”

“I greet them, I bring them into the room before the doctor gets there. I ask them questions and fill out their intake form. I’m basically a glorified receptionist except sometimes I get to ‘play’ therapist,” she explains rather sheepishly. Dex thinks anyone would be lucky enough to be greeted by her. If he were a patient, he’d ask to never see the doctor. 

“Do you want to become one?” He asks with curiosity. 

“I think one day,” she answers. “I like talking to people. Never mind doing it to help—sometimes just a person to talk to is all someone needs.”

Ain’t that the truth, Dex thinks to himself. “I agree. I used to see a therapist myself.”

“Really? There’s no shame in it at all.”

“I know… well. We’ll save that conversation for another time.”

“Have you always been in the FBI? I’m not even sure I know what the requirements or credentials are,” she asks. 

Dex laughs, “It’s a lot of background checks and training before you start. And no, I haven’t always been in the FBI. I was in the army before.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Oh, wow. Thank you for your service. Now I definitely think you’ve seen some shit. And I can see why you’d go to therapy. Why did you stop? You said you used to see one.”

Dex sighs uncomfortably. She picks up on it immediately. 

“Never mind. You said another time. Have you always wanted to be in the FBI?”

Dex smiles a little, appreciative of the way she stopped the conversation about his therapist. 

“I used to want to be a professional baseball pitcher,” he admits. 

“I love that. Do you still play?” 

“Not really,” he says softly. “Other interests came to mind. Life.”

“I know what you mean. Life.”

A comfortable silence falls between them—they catch each other gazing into the other’s eyes and laughing at the same time. Dex can’t remember the last time he felt so enamored with someone, so comfortable and so attracted. He’s grateful for running out of coffee that morning. He’s grateful the barista got his order wrong. Most of all, he’s grateful for the young woman who sits across from him at this restaurant. And he’s grateful for the way she’s smiling at him. 

***

It didn’t take much convincing for her to agree to go to his place after dinner. While she promised herself she wouldn’t let it get too far, she was curious to see where the night would go. Dex held her hand the entire walk back to his apartment. She cuddled against his arm, an attempt to feel more warm. Dex pulled her in closer. 

He lived in a humble building just outside of Hell’s Kitchen. His apartment was even more humble: small, but very nice. White walls. White marble countertop without a spec on it. Everything was in its place from the spices to the napkins. Everything was labeled. His couch was placed perfectly in the middle of the room. Picture frames were all aligned on the walls. He dimmed the lights a little. 

From where she stood, she could see his bedroom door slightly ajar. She caught a glimpse of his bed with white sheets—his bed was perfectly made. From how organized and clean he seemed to be, she thought he would freak out to see her mismatched decorations and colorful bedsheets. 

“This is such a nice place,” she said aloud.

“Thank you. I don’t ever have guests, so I’m sorry if it’s a little boring.”

“Not at all,” she moved to sit in the corner of his gray couch. She placed her bag on the floor, and Dex picked it up to move on the coffee table. 

“It’s better to keep it clean off the floor,” Dex murmured as he sat down next to her with two glasses of red wine. He gave her a soft smile as he handed her a glass, which she gladly accepted. They clinked glasses and took a sip, all while holding each other’s gaze. 

“Can I tell you something?” Dex asks suddenly. 

“Of course.”

“I haven’t done this in a while,” Dex gestures to the two of them. “It takes a lot in me to do this. I—I really wanted to ask you out. And I’m happy you’re here. I just—“ he feels himself breathing fast. It’s an awful habit he has, getting overwhelmed by every little thought in his head. Bring a beautiful girl into the mix—it was a terrible concoction for his mind to handle. His mind won’t allow him to enjoy this pleasure because it’s already thinking of ways it could go wrong. Like she’ll never want to see him again.

“Hey,” she whispered, placing a hand on his knee to calm him down. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out in embarrassment, covering half his face with his hand. 

“Don’t need to be sorry,” she said softly. 

“I just don’t want this to be the last I see of you,” he admits. “I had such a good time at dinner and here you are now—“

“Dex,” she began, “I had an amazing time at dinner with you. Truthfully, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have agreed to come to your place. I’m happy I’m here. If it’s all the same to you, I definitely don’t want this to be the last I see you.”

“Absolutely,” Dex agrees immediately, turning to face her more. “I’m so happy you’re here too. I’m happy you gave me your coffee that morning and it’s led to this.”

She smiles. “Me too.”

Her hand is still on his knee. Dex is reminded of it when he feels that area of his leg getting warmer from her touch. He glances down at her hand on him and memorizes the image. He doesn’t want to imagine too much, imagine her hand slowly trailing up his thigh… 

To stop his thoughts, he places his hand on top of hers and trails his fingers up the length of her arm, until he reaches her neck and brushes his fingers through her hair. He brings her closer to him, some force guiding him with confidence. Her eyes are half closed as he slowly brings her in for a kiss. A kiss. 

He first brushes his lips against hers, almost as a way to ask if this was okay—if the way he was guiding her to him was okay. She doesn’t protest. Dex kisses her softly at first, memorizing the way her lips feel on his. And then he kisses her with a newfound force. She opens her mouth for him to enter his tongue and Dex breathes her in. He places his arms around her waist and lifts her up and into his lap so she’s straddling him on his couch. She has her hands on either side of his face as she kisses him just as passionately, holding him in place. He runs his hands up and down her back, pulling and pushing her to and fro himself. 

He pulls back, breathless, and looks up at her. 

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, running his hands in disbelief through her hair. “Everything about you is perfect.”

She kisses him again and again. Dex’s heart is pounding like it never has in his chest, so much it hurts, so much he thinks his life depends on kissing her. After a while, he pulls back again. 

“Let me take you home,” Dex whispers in her ear. “I don’t want to get too far, and we’re treading that line.”

She can’t help but laugh, even though she agrees. “Okay. Walk me home.”

Dex holds her hand the entire walk home. When she says they’ve arrived at her apartment building, she kisses Dex one last time and makes him promise he’ll text her as soon as he gets home.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Dex smirks, enamored by the look in her eyes. 

“I do,” she argues, “I do now.” 

“Goodnight,” Dex whispers. 

He watches as she walks into her building and enters the elevator. Dex moves across the street and waits to see which apartment light turns on. When he sees one turn on, he immediately falls into a dark alley and pulls out a mini telescope. 

He found her. And he watches her. Through a small slip of her curtain. He watches as she moves around her kitchen and living room. She changes into a silk robe in her bedroom. 

He stays there for another two hours until she’s turned off the lights and headed to bed. 

“Goodnight,” Dex whispers to her from afar. 

#wilson bethel #benjamin poindexter #ben poindexter #agent poindexter #dex #daredevil #daredevil born again #poindexter x reader #poindexter #ben poindexter x reader #i have no idea how to tag this lol #aim for my heart #bullseye #bullseye x reader

[missjadesfics]

Jason Momoa

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Big Jim

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Miami Man

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#jason momoa #jason momoa x reader #khaldrogo #declan harp #connor slaughter #conan the barbarian #dante reyes #duncan idaho #miami man #ray cooper #ronon dex #phillip kopus #joe braven #big jim #flip slumberland #arthur curry #aquaman #baba voss #smut #fluff #oneshots #headcanons

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do something with dex from zombieverse? I recently finished the show. Maybe like a zombie au version with fluff? Like how they protect each other and like little sweet simple cute actions if that makes sense like when she gets cold etc 😭 I feel like dex is being slept on since I haven't found anything like an x reader. He deserves some love 🙏

hi! hi! hi! thank you, thank you, thank you for requesting him!!!!! I've been wanting to write for him since I saw the show and how hot he was!! I really hope you enjoy this and feel free to request more of him in the future!

summary - the apocalypse strikes out of nowhere while you are shopping, thankfully there's a good-looking man that rescues you and makes you fall for him in a short amount of time.

warning - zombies.

I couldn’t find a gif, the picture isn’t mine:(, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

You thought going out and getting some essentials from the grocery store was going to be fine, what you didn’t expect to see was people being attacked or dragged into the back room with your hand still gripping your bag. “Hey! Hey! What’re you doing?!” You yell, slapping whoever’s hands are on you only to stare wide-eyed at a zombie coming in your direction, a small scream escaping you. “Okay! Keep dragging me! But quickly! We’re gonna die!” 

You both make it into the room, door slamming and you turn to finally look at who it was. Your eyes widen and your jaw falls to the ground. “Holy shit, you’re hot!” If it was even possible, your eyes widened even more, slapping your hand over your mouth as the rest of the people in the room laugh. You quickly bow your head and move over to the table taking a seat. 

Thirty minutes go by and everyone has come up with a plan. You can’t help, but sneak glances at the man in the green tracksuit only to turn away flushed when he continued to catch you. Someone snaps you out of your thoughts with a groan, complaining that they are hungry. “Oh!” You pull your bag up, waving it around as there’s some snacks and drinks packed inside. “I remember packing this in here so I didn’t have to grab a basket. Here.” You hand it over, watching them tip the contents out and go through them, sneakily you grab a bottle and some food before making your way over to the man that saved you. “Excuse me…” 

He turns, staring down at you. “I thought that you might like some before it’s all gone.” You hand the food and drink over shyly. Dex smiles, taking them from you.

“Thank you… I am Dex, by the way.” 

You grin, “Y/n. Thank you for saving me.” You continue to stare into each other’s eyes, only looking away when someone clears their throat. You both turn and pay attention, you feel a soft poke causing you to look over your shoulder and see that Dex is offering you some of his food. You didn’t know it was possible to fall in love so fast. 

“Huh?”

Your eyes widen even more. “Huh?!” Your head whips around, seeing everyone is staring at you with their eyes wide and jaws dropped. “Did I say that outloud?!” The women begin to giggle, covering their mouths before they direct the attention back to their planning. 

Dex taps you again, looking down at you with a gentle smile. Without any words, he offers his drink and you feel yourself become flushed when you realise he’s already taken a sip and it’s like you would be kissing him. You didn’t know what was wrong with you, you had only just met this man and you’ve already confessed your love and now your thinking about kissing him… He was very handsome though. “Thank you… I’m sorry about before…” 

He waves you off and you swear your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as his eyes drift over you, checking you out. Time passes, you and the remaining survivors have made it into a truck, tucked away in the back as two members of the group sit in the front, driving. You shiver, you weren’t expecting to be out all night so you didn’t dress for when it got extremely cold, your head was also drooping to the side from how tired you were, but you didn’t dare sleep. You didn’t want to fall asleep incase something were to happen. 

You don’t notice the recently nominated leader beside you, watching you or that he unzips his green and white jacket until he places it over your shoulders, giving you a smile. Dex pats his shoulder, pulling you closer gently as you rest your head against him. Slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep, he smelt so good even though you’d been through so much. The group watched as you slept and Dex stared at you with a small smile on his face before looking out and watching for danger. Something inside him wanting to make sure you weren’t in danger. 

You wake when the truck comes to a stop, squinting out you notice there is another truck and a car blocking the road. Everyone gets out and you pull Dex’s jacket closer to you, slipping your arms through the sleeves so that you aren’t so cold. “What’s happening?” You cover your mouth as you let out a small yawn, leaning your head against his arm, subconsciously. 

“We can’t get through unless we move them, but we’ve noticed that this is a delivery truck so we’re going to check for essentials.” You nod, listening to him.

“Why don’t we just drive around? There is enough room?” You look at the road, wondering how you are in a group of not the brightest people. “But we take the delivery truck. We could either fit inside or find a secluded place to look through and find what we might need.” You look up at him, noticing he’s staring down at you with a look of admiration. “What?”

“Maybe you should be leader.” You shake your head with a small smile, “I mean it. We could lead together? I’m sure that the group would allow it.” He nods to himself and you stare at him, this is the most he’s talked this whole time together and you only just realise he talks the most when he’s around you and no one else. 

Lee Si-young appears behind you. “I am happy to give up my position, I didn’t really want it in the first place and you two seem like a better team.” She smiles and before you can think about thanking her, she disappears. 

“Zombies! Quick!” Dex wraps his arms around you, moving you away just in case. You whack him.

“You dumbarse, if you are protecting me, who’s protecting you?” Your cheeks puff out, glaring up at him.

“Shh, get back into the truck.” You comply, something in his tone makes you want to obey him and only him. 

You guys manage to get both trucks and drive to somewhere where it looks safe and secluded before you all begin to search the delivery truck. Dex finds some chocolates and begins to make his way over to you, clearing his throat so you can turn your attention toward him.

“Yeah?”

“Here…” He hands them over, looking down at his feet and your face heats up, a soft smile appears as you gently take them from him and grab his hand, pulling him somewhere away from the group and you sit, pulling him down with you. 

You open the packet and hand him one, your eyes connecting as you both take a bite of the chocolate. Neither of you notice that the group has hidden behind something, heads peaking out as they all watch you with giant smiles on their face.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

 | 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:

enjoy my lovelies <33 ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, Dex took her by surprise by asking her out on a date and this is how the date goes 

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

When Dex asked me out, I must admit I was quite surprised as I thought that I wouldn’t be pretty enough for him but here I am in my apartment getting ready, 

I’ve treated myself to a short sage green dress for this date, I decide to pair it with white platform heels, my handbag and lastly I put a white bow in my hair.

Afterwards, I start my makeup and I check the time, 6:30pm so that means I only have half an hour to finish getting ready, 

I do my makeup quite natural and I finish off with a spritz of perfume. 

Just after I finish getting ready, the doorbell to my home rings indicating that Dex is here, I practically run to the door with excitement.

I lock the door to my house and I turn to face Dex, he is dressed up real nice.

“Wow you look absolutely stunning!” Dex exclaims and I could feel my cheeks turning rosy 

“Thank you, you’re looking very handsome” I reply as he takes my hand into his own

“No problem and thanks, I don’t get told that very often”

“Well you should be told that and hopefully I’ll be able to tell you more often”

I say without thinking and I look over to see Dex smiling

“That’s obviously only if you still like me and my company after this date” I tell him and he looks directly into my eyes,

“I’ve been crushing on you for ages, I don’t think I could ever get tired of you and your company” 

The two of us continue walking hand in hand while talking for a few moments,

“So where are you taking me for our date?” I ask Dex with a soft smile.

“I remember you telling me that you love Italian food so I assumed that an Italian 

restaurant would be a good option

 for this date”, my heart melts I can’t believe that he remembers me telling him that especially after I only said it once 

“That sounds amazing!” I respond.

We’re now at our table, it has a window view which is nice ‘cause I like looking out of windows but something tells me that tonight I won’t be looking out that window very often as I’ll be looking right at the beautiful man in front of me.

I quickly look through the menu and I pick out carbonara as that’s my favourite,

“I’m gonna get the carbonara, what are you gonna have?” I ask him out of curiosity and also because I love how he speaks.

“I’m thinking of having the spaghetti bolognese”, Dex replies and his eyes are on me again 

“That’s a great choice!” I exclaim with a bright smile and then we order our meals

“You’re always so bubbly and kind, I really admire that about you” I watch Dex smiling at me and he has a glimmer in his eyes,

“Aww I always try to be” 

“I’ve been thinking about this date all week” Our meals come over quicker than expected to us and we tuck in straight away

“I have to, I’ve been so excited but honestly I wasn’t expecting you to ask me out, I thought that you would have went for someone prettier than me” I reply with honesty in my voice, suddenly Dex reaches across the table and he takes my hands into his

“You’re joking right? There’s no girl like you here, I mean you’re kind, honest and really pretty, you don’t find those qualities all in one girl very often and it may be too early to say this but I’m saying it anyways, honestly you might be the one for me”

I didn’t realise I was crying but after a while, I felt my cheeks getting wet and Dex reaches over to me with a tissue

“Are you okay?” He asks softly and I nod 

“Yeah I am, I’ve just never felt this loved before” I wipe my tears away with my tissue and I sigh as I’ve probably ruined my makeup 

“Well you deserve to and I’ll make sure that you feel loved everyday”

“Really?” I ask taking another bite of my carbonara 

“Yes of course I will”

The both of us finish our meal asking questions about one another, we take glances and smiles at each other every so often 

“I’ve had a great time with you”, I tell him as we exit the restaurant 

“I’m glad that you did” 

We notice that it’s raining outside but thankfully my house is quite close to the restaurant, I notice Dex sighing as he knew that he would have to walk back to his apartment in the rain

“You can stay with me tonight if you want, I wouldn’t want you getting a cold by getting all wet from this rain” I suggest to Dex

“Okay that would be actually great” 

Dex and I reach my house, I fumble with the keys for a few moments but then I find the right key for the front door, 

“I’ll sleep on the sofa if that’s okay” Dex tells me, 

“You could share my bed with me” 

I reply with a flirtatious smile and with that, Dex joins me to my bedroom.

We change out of our wet clothes and afterwards we lay beside each other in my bed,

“You know I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you Dex” I speak out and I turn my head to look at him 

“You’re genuinely the best thing that’s ever happened to me”, my heart melts once more after I hear him say this,

I feel so comfortable around Dex so I ask him,

“Usually I wouldn’t ask this after a first date but can I kiss you?” 

I watch his face light up,

“Yeah I’d really like that”

“Oh would you?” 

I tease him while leaning in 

“Yes obviously” I press my lips against his, it feels so right like it was meant to be,

we pull away after a few moments 

“I really enjoyed that” Dex tells me with a cheeky grin,

“I’m glad ‘cause there’s plenty more for you pretty boy” 

And with that, I lay on his chest as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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[make-me-imagine]

Change of Plans

Plot: After finally giving up on waiting for Ronon to return your feelings, you decide to go on a date with someone who does like you. Unknowingly, Ronon does return your feelings, and decides to finally do something about it.

Prompt: "Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?" < change slightly in fic Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Ronon Dex x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mild mentions of "fighting" (sparring). And a kiss.

Words: 1.7k

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You winced as Ronon slammed John down onto the training mat for the third time. "Getting tired?" Ronon asked with a smirk.

"No!" Sheppard yes as he stumbled to stand. "Just biding my time, wearing you down."

"Uh-huh"

You smiled at their banter as you looked back at Ronon, watching as he circled John. Your eyes trailed up his chiseled arms, up to his defined shoulders.

"Enjoying the show?"

You jumped at the sudden whispering voice beside you. Looking over, you saw Teyla watching you with an amused grin.

"What?" You laughed out, swallowing.

She leaned against the wall beside you. "You seemed to be quite interested in Ronon's....skills."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm watching them train, Teyla."

"Mhm." She hummed as you heard her snicker under her breath. After a short moment of silence, she leaned closer and spoke softly. "When are you going to tell him that you have feelings for him?"

Your heart leapt in your chest as you looked over at Ronon, making sure he could not hear you. You looked back at Teyla and shook your head. "Who said I was ever going to?"

"Oh come on, Y/n. You two would be perfect together."

You let out a small scoff and shook your head. "Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Teyla, but I don't think Ro- I don't think he, has ever looked at me and ever seen anything more than a friend."

Seeing true disappointment flash across your face, she frowned. "I think he has."

"We both know how blunt he is Teyla, he doesn't hide things like I do. If he felt something, don't you think he would have said so by now?"

You could see her weighing your words before she let out a soft sigh. "Perhaps you are right. I'm sorry."

You smiled softly at her as you looked back over at Ronon. "Maybe it's time I try and move on from these feelings. It could only hurt me to keep waiting for something to happen when I know it never will."

Teyla thought for a moment. "Well, you know. Lieutenant Thompson seems to have an interest in you."

"You mean James?" She nodded. "Yeah, I know. He asked me on a date a few days ago, but I said no."

"Maybe you could change your mind?'

Watching as Ronon smiled coyly and took a towel from a pretty ogling soldier, who had been watching from the other side of the room. You felt disappointment fill you.

You let out a soft sigh. "Yeah, I suppose I could." You looked over at Teyla and gave her a soft smile, and she gently squeezed your shoulder. "And, I guess now is a better time than any." You said pushing away from the wall. Giving Ronon one more glance, you left the room, unaware that his eyes followed you out.

Teyla, however, did notice. She also noticed the frown that crossed his face when you left. Ronon crossed the room and approached her, "Wheres Y/n going? What were you guys talking about?"

His eyes were locked on the door you had walked out of. He caught a few words from your conversation with Teyla. 'When are you going to tell him' 'Something about 'feelings', and you said a name 'James?' Who was that? And was he the one you had feelings for? His heart seemed to ache in his chest at the idea.

Teyla squinted at him. "Why do you care?"

He looked back at Teyla. "Uh, well, they usually stay around after my training sessions, to either have a small spar, or we go get some food."

"Well I think Y/n has something more...interesting to do."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, they went to go discuss a date."

She watched closely as Ronon adjusted his stance, clearly caught by surprise at this. "What date?"

"With Lieutenant Thompson of course. He's quite interested in Y/n."

'So Thompson is James?' Ronon felt his face fall. "Is he now?"

Teyla smiled, seeing the clear jealousy that crossed his face. She shook her head and leaned closer to him, speaking quietly. "Sorry to break it to you Ronon, but you hid your feelings to well, and waited to long."

He peered down at her. "What does that mean?"

She let out an aggravated sigh. "Are you really so daft? Y/n has been waiting around for you to show any interest in them for months now. Someone can only wait so long before they finally give up."

Walking away from him with a shake of her head Ronon stared after her. Had you truly been waiting that long? And was he so bad at showing how he felt that you never saw it? Now guilt sat in his chest, paired with his jealousy.

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You let out a defeated sigh as you looked around the cafeteria. You had been waiting for James to get back from his mission to speak with him, but now you could not find him.

Turning to leave, you halted in your steps as you saw him enter. Walking quickly towards him, you smiled. "James."

"Oh, hey Y/n." You were a bit thrown off by his behavior. He seemed happy to see you, yet more reserved than normal.

"I just wanted to talk to you, about that date you asked me on earlier-"

"Oh, don't worry, you don't have to explain."

"What do-"

"Ronon told me."

You stared at him unblinkingly for a moment. "I'm sorry, what did Ronon tell you exactly?"

"That you tow were together, dating."

"Me and Ronon are...dating?"

"Yeah...that's what he said at least. He explained that you refused my date, because you guys hadn't told anyone yet. So no worries, I'm glad you two are happy."

He smiled at you before brushing past you, leaving you perplexed, with your heart pounding. Looking back into the cafeteria, your eyes caught on Ronon as he passed by the doorway.

Following after him, you caught up with him in an empty hallway. Grabbing his arm, he turned around and you smacked him on the chest.

"Ow. What-"

"Did you tell the guy I was gonna go out with that we're dating?"

So you talked to James. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, maybe." You saw a soft smile almost crossing his face. You felt your gut clench and let out a scoff.

"Is my love life just a joke to you or something Ronon?"

"What?" His face fell.

"You made sure James wouldn't go out with me now. Why would you lie to him like that, I don't get it."

"Oh come on, he's a jerk."

"Since when did you know him?"

"I guess I don't really, but I've heard him talking, and he has a reputation. He'd only hurt you."

'A reputation? What kind of reputation?'

You shook your head. "Why didn't you just tell me that? Why did you tell him we were dating? What was the point in that?"

He shrugged lightly and cleared his throat. "I guess it wasn't so much a lie, as it was...a wish?"

Your words died in your throat as you were unsure of what to say. "I- a- what?"

Looking past your shoulder, he could hear some people walking closer. Grabbing your wrist he pulled you along the corridor and into the empty training room.

When you were alone, he looked down at you and sighed. "I get that I messed up. I didn't tell you how I felt, even though you were hoping, or expecting me too. I just. I thought they were obvious, but now, I know they weren't at all. And that's my fault. Hearing that you were going to go on a date with James, I got... jealous. And I decided to finally say something."

'Feelings?' 'Jealous?' Your stomach was bursting with butterflies, and your heart beating heavily in your chest. "I...I should have told you, what I felt, maybe then it wouldn't have taken so long."

Ronon smiled down at you as you looked timidly down at your feet. Hooking his finger under your chin, he made you look at him. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long to know for sure. I didn't want to hurt you like that."

You smiled tenderly at him. "I know you didn't."

Taking a step closer, he brought his face down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You felt your face heat up, as you repressed a grin.

"I'm still curious about something." You said softly.

"What?"

"Why did you go to James before me?"

"I was looking for you, but I ran across him first. I asked if he had talked to you, and he said no. Then he started talking about you, and how much he liked you, and I just... told him that we were together. He assumed that was why you had refused to go out with him, and I just went with it. Afterwards, I went looking for you again, but I guess I was too late, you had found him first."

"And, if he finds out that was a lie?"

"Why does he have to?" He asked with a smile.

You returned his smile, letting out a soft chuckle. "I guess he doesn't."

Ronon gently caressed your cheek with his fingers. "Does that mean that we are...dating, now?"

"Do you want it to?"

"Of course."

"Me too."

His smile grew. "Great. Then we are." Leaning down a bit loser, so his nose nudged yours, he cupped your face with his hand and stared into your eyes.

"Does that mean I can kiss you now?"

You bit your lip lightly before you nodded softly. "Yes."

His eyes scanned your lips as he slowly leaned in, your eyes closed just as his lips pressed against yours.

Slowly, you lifted your arms, wrapping them around his neck as he moved to wrap his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body as he deepened the kiss.

Picking you up off the ground a bit, you broke the kiss with a soft laugh. He grinned at you before setting you back down, bringing both of his hands up and cupping your face and kissing you again.

xx End xx

I haven't written for Ronon in a long time, so I hope you guys liked it!

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[bunnyboysrus]

Yan Space Pirate (OC AU)

Ok so this is 110% because I'm currently obsessed with no mans sky, and i havent even gotten around to writing Dex a formal introduction fic but essentially he's a monster hunter, that's (one of) his big secret(s) that's implied in the short piece I dropped.

i have a dozen drafts that I just cannot finish for some reason that i should finish first but i cant sleep until i write about space criminal dex getting up to space crimes. him meeting his darling because his starship gets shot down and he crashes on their home planet and they fjdskhgusihek

i wanted this to be a teensy bit longer but i think maybe ill just make a part two and post this for now. i feel distinctly self conscious posting this as a yandere thing without there being any yandere content in this at all but i swear it'll be in the second part ywy

i'm trying to improve my writing so critiques, suggestions and requests are welcome ♡

Maybe going into a hostile Euclid system without spare shield batteries wasn't the smartest idea after all. Dex was definitely regretting it now that he was spiraling out of control through the burning atmosphere with both of his pulse engines spewing smoke. He took the moment before impact to curse himself internally for letting cockiness get the better of him yet again, exactly the way Roman said he would. He was more bothered by Roman being proven right than by actually getting shot out of space by those nosy ass Sentinels. They wouldn't get mad about him having a ship loaded tip to top with illegal contraband if they didn't randomly scan his cargo without asking, now would they?

There was no more time to be bitter about it though. Despite the steam obscuring everything around him, the result of a superheated rainstorm judging from the planetary temperature reading displayed on one of his few remaining functional screens, he was pretty sure was about to make impact any-

💫💫💫🚀☄️🪐💥

You're awoken by a cacophony of crashing water, ripping metal, and falling trees, your home shaking on its very foundation. Almost as abruptly as it came, the sound stops, and you sit in your bed a moment to calm yourself, nerves scattered from being ripped awake. You had been enjoying a particularly nice sleep too, listening to the peaceful pattering of the boiling rain that was so common on your planet. After a few minutes spent shuffling into the exosuit that would keep you from burning alive outside for at least a little while, you quickly made your way outside to find the source of the noise. Admittedly, this was a bit dangerous but if there was some kind of accident and someone was hurt, they could be killed getting cooked alive if they were trapped outside, so you had to at least see if anyone needed help.

Your home was settled a short way away from a small settlement, not close enough to visit without a short bit of travel, but close enough to visit every day if you so chose. Nestled at the edge of a crater lake, your small but well stocked and fortified base was built with a single-story home unit, a small basement lab and a separate greenhouse that you had lovingly fitted with skylights and tall, floor to ceiling windows. You often wait out the heatstorms in your greenhouse, tending your plants peacefully as the steam and rain rages around your protected little bubble of tranquility.

You turn your head as your visor scans your surroundings through the steam better than your eyes could in all the tumult, soon landing on a crashed starcraft, wedged into the bank of the lake at the bottom of the crater. You hastily skid down the side of the crater, hopping over wreckage and broken tree branches to make your way to the ship. After clambering up the side of the ship to the windscreen, you wince to see that its partially shattered, exposing the pilot inside to the harsh rains. You have to act fast. You pull a compact tarp from one of the pockets of your suit and wrap it around your arm before smashing out more of the screen. After much struggle while carefully avoiding broken glass and sweating buckets inside your exosuit, you manage to wrap the pilot in the tarp, drag him back into your base and lay him out on a sofa.

Looking down at the pilot now without anything to obstruct your vision, he's clearly not from around here. While humanoid like yourself, he is incredibly tall, probably part of what made him so difficult to drag around. His height is added to by the long, ivory horns standing straight on the top of his head, however, one of them has been broken off near the base. Judging from the fresh blood dripping from the stub, it likely snapped off during the crash. The white of his horns contrasts greatly with his inky black curls and dark tanned skin, and after a few moments of observation, pale blue sparks run up their length; you hurriedly put a plastic cover between his head and your very flammable sofa.

You go to run a medical scanner over him but stop short when you see the iron rosary around his neck, sturdy enough to survive a crash from space apparently. You remove it to get it out of the way of your treatment. You quickly realize his injuries aren't immediately life threatening somehow, despite the intensity of the crash, but they are severe. One leg broken in two places, four broken ribs, several deep wounds and too many scrapes and bruises to count on top of the broken horn.

You take a deep breath and start cutting away his suit to get to work.

⛈️⛈️⛈️🔥🔥

Fuck... Everything hurts so much.

Dex floats just on the edge of consciousness, barely breaking through the burningly painful haze covering him head to toe. It hurt to be awake, he just wanted to sink back into blackness but giving in to such moments of weakness would only get him killed.

Suddenly, he feels hands on him, followed by an even sharper pain in his leg where they touch. He tries to open his eyes, to move, anything, only to be hit with a wave of nausea that has him reeling, blood rushing so violently through his ears all he can hear is shrill ringing. He can't see, the lights overhead are doubled and swirling, obscuring everything around him, bright, blinding, confusing. He groans, every movement compounding his pain as he tries to get away from whatever is touching him, panic rising. He can't see or think, the panic is churning into a bitter terror, fear itching like insects up his spine and down his limbs as he thrashes-

"It's okay- you're safe." A voice, soft, worried, kind. The hands move to cup his face and the spinning stops, the nausea recedes; their skin is cool against the feverish burning that covers him, soothing. It takes a moment, but he grows still, occasionally twitching in pain. He tries again to open his eyes, focusing now on the being hovering over him.

"I'm going to help you, just be calm."

The light that had just been so harsh and blinding was now a glorious halo that shone gently around their silhouette, casting most of their face in shadow. He can see their eyes, though, the depths of them are all he can see, glowing just as brightly as the halo around them, filled with a worry that seemed... personal, affectionate. Intimate, even. He stills further, not even aware of his body relaxing against his will. He's startled into confusion once again, but in a different way, rather than panic he's struck motionless by sheer awe.

Beautiful.

This... Was Roman right about angels? Would an angel really come for someone like me..? Am I really deserving of salvation?

Considering everything he'd done, the kind of life he's lived since he lost his sister... He'd never thought it possible. Despite Roman insisting on Dex wearing the rosary he had given him soon after they'd first met, he didn't care to seek God's protection or embrace, in this life or the next. According to that stupid book, he was hellbound, so why waste time praying for salvation that would never come?

"An.. Angel..." The words come out in a daze, spilling straight from his dizzy, muddled head out of his mouth. He could barely even tell if he was actually speaking or if he was hearing things, the darkness at the edge of his vision is creeping further, covering his vision with black again, the ringing in his ears crescendos into a shrill chorus.

This must be how the heavenly gates sound as they screech open to welcome home the blessed, underscored by the singing of cherubs.

He feels at peace.

✩ εꨄ︎з ✩ εꨄ︎з ✩ εꨄ︎з ✩

The pilot stops thrashing and finally goes still and quiet as you lower the syringe. This poor guy, the fear and panic in his eyes had been so real, and intense. Sleeping through the treatment process would be best for him. You spend the next few hours pulling shrapnel from his skin, setting his bones and binding everything securely. Finally, once you're sure you've done everything you can, you sit back with a tall cup of water and finally breathe a sigh of relief. Before you head back to your room to sleep through what remains of the night, you glance out your window to the lake where the crashed ship rests.

What in the galaxy was this guy doing that made him crash?

In the morning, you're awoken by yet another clatter, this time coming from inside your home. You jump out of bed and run to the main room to find the pilot sprawled on the ground in the frame of your front door, several things having been knocked off your table in his journey. You sigh and move closer.

"What are you doing?"

He freezes and slowly turns his head to look up at you. His eyes are a startlingly bright electric blue.

"You really shouldn't be moving yet, you're in worse shape than you probably think you are." You move a step closer to him but he scoots away with a pained wince. You stop and hold your hands up placatingly. "It's okay, I promise I won't hurt you. Why would I bandage you up otherwise, right?"

He seems to consider this for a moment before closing his eyes and nodding stiffly.

"You're right.. 'm sorry for the trouble." He sighs.

You smile lightly and move closer, and this time he doesn't move away when you reach to help him up from the floor and back onto the sofa. He spends a moment adjusting to the least painful position he can manage, looking around the room in a sort of haze. You feel a bit worried looking at his dazed expression, maybe he has a concussion after all... He suddenly fixes his electric gaze on you. You try not to squirm at his intensive attention.

"Er, so, what's your name?" You start. He blinks at the question, thinking.

"Dez... Uh, no.. Dex. Dex for sure." His head tilts to one side, his balance wavering for a moment. "What's your name?"

"It's (y/n)."

"(y/n)..." He repeats it a few times like a mantra before getting distracted with inspecting the room again.

"Can you remember what galaxy we're in? Are you from this system?"

"Hm?" His head droops further to the side, his eyes never leaving yours no matter how far he leans.

You repeat your question.

"Uh... I'm from Adaestria 7...." He scrunches his face. "777-AYK. That's where I'm from."

"Uh-huh, and..?"

"Aaaaand... We're in a red star galaxy." He smirks, clearly proud of himself. He lifts his head, but it droops right back down to the side after a few seconds.

You can't help a small chuckle. It's worrisome, likely indicative of an internal head injury, but it's just a little cute too... A spark runs up his horn at the sound of your laughter and he perks up, grinning dopily.

"Do you remember the name of this galaxy?" You prompt again.

"Zeta Asshole Robots Galaxy." He harumphs, crossing his arms with a scowl, right before the droop finally brings his head down against the side of the couch. "Can't ever min' their business..."

"No, that's definitely not it."

"Hmph, that's what I'm callin' it." He reaches one hand up to scratch at the base of his broken horn, looking shocked when his thumb catches on the broken end. He sits up and feels around it for a bit, looking horrified.

"Ohhhh ssshit... Oh man, that's why I can't see."

"Huh?"

"My horn... It, uhh... When it breaks off I get real fucked up, in the membrane. Insane, in the membrane.." He leans back giggling.

"Can it, grow back?"

"Ohhh yeeaaahh sure sure, 'f course. It jus' takes a few."

"A few...?"

"Weeks." He fixes his hazy eyes on you again, a light, dazed grin fixed on his face. "Is anything else in this galaxy as nice to look at as you two?"

You blanche at the strangeness of the question, which only seems to enthuse him more as he giggles again.

"Two?"

"Oh, is there not supposed to be two of you? Ugh, man.." He leans his head into his hand, sparks popping erratically from the stump of his broken horn. "My head hurts."

"Is there anything I can do? Does anything help while it grows back?" You can't help but put a hand on his shoulder in concern. One of his hands drifts up to cover yours, squeezing lightly.

"If you have, a refiner... You can make a carbon fiber cap." He mutters between his fingers, eyes slipping closed. The goofy confusion is gone, replaced with exhaustion and pain. You nod and move to pull your hand away but he clings to you. For a moment, you think you'll have to pry yourself free, but he lets you go after a long, quiet moment.

You dash down to your lab and after a bit of tinkering, you manage to produce something you deem suitable. Your patient is still slumped over when you return; it looks like he drifted into unconsciousness. You pull on a thick pair of rubber gloves and carefully fix the cap around the broken end of his horn, containing the errant electricity. As soon as it's secure, some of the tension in his face eases.

He opens his eyes again after a moment, visibly more lucid than before. And grumpier. He casts another appraising look around your home, looking distinctly less than impressed, before his eyes land on you once again.

"How long ago did I crash?"

"Oh, about five hours ago. You got caught out in the boiling rains?"

"Boiling rains... A superheated rainstorm?"

"Yeah, that." You plop onto the table next to him, since it's been so conveniently cleared off. "You seem a bit more clear headed now."

"Yes, unfortunately when my horns break it impacts my mental cognition and physical balance. I apologize for any inconvenience I've caused."

"Oh, no it's not really a problem, all you've really taken up is the spare carbon I've got lying around and some bandages." While it's definitely easier to talk to him now, you almost miss the loopy, dazed version of Dex. It was a little adorable.

You both spend some time exchanging questions and answers, now that you can more easily converse. Dex tells you about the recent expedition he'd been on for certain rare materials on another planet in your system, one that you know is perilously radioactive. He admits, with a touch of embarrassment, that he underestimated the equipment he'd need and ended up getting knocked out of hyperspace early and straight into an asteroid belt that knocked out his engines and sent him hurtling to the surface of the nearest planet. He gets very vague when you ask him specifics about the collection job he mentioned, but he does mention collecting plants of some kind. He laments that they've most definitely been destroyed, if not by the crash than definitely by the boiling rains they'd have been exposed to, along with the rest of his cargo.

At this, you excitedly tell him about your own collection of plants and the research you conduct with them. He listens indulgently as you spend more than a few moments regaling him with the fascinating details of your cross pollination experiments and all the exotic and beautiful plants you've grown in your collection. At some points during your ranting, he even cracks the slightest of smiles.

It isn't much longer until he's insisting to go out and see the state of his ship, broken leg be damned.

"You're in no shape to even get near the ship, it's at the bottom of a crater, and the ground down there isn't exactly paved."

"I'll manage." He insists. "Just get me a crutch or something."

You stand firm, arms crossed. "What if I said no?"

His eyes snap to yours, narrowed in challenge. The silence thickens as you stare each other down, before Dex suddenly moves to force himself to his feet, and you rush forward to stop him. It's incredibly distressing to tussle with him like this when you're trying to avoid hurting him further, but his injuries wear him out quickly. He only manages to struggle with you for about a minute before he's laying back on the sofa, jaw clenched and brow furrowed.

"Fine, you win. Just swear to me that you won't go poke around the wreck anymore by yourself. I have a lot of volatile substances on there and their containers have definitely been breached, it wouldn't be safe."

You scoff at the implication that you might be too inexperienced or ill prepared to properly handle dangerous substances, especially coming from the guy that fell out of the sky with said substances, but make the sage decision to not make a fight of it.

"Alright then, I promise not to poke around your ship. As long as you promise not to try to sneak out to it until you're not on the verge of death."

For the first time since he's regained his lucidity, he allows himself to smile broadly as he holds up a hand, pinkie finger extended.

"It's a promise."

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#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #space au #dex oc #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere space pirate

[happy74827]

Dusty

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After getting a call to come into your apartment, Dexter realises you’re acting different than usual. 

WC: 822

Category: Angst

If you enjoyed, please don’t be afraid to comment and reblog!! Feedback is much appreciated.

『••✎••』

The sounds of Jim Croce circled around his ears, blaring from the old vinyl record. It resided on the old desk, spinning ‘round and ‘round. It was about as old and dusty as his sense of morals.

Time in a Bottle. It was a simple but emotional song. Whenever he heard the tune, he mostly thought of Harry, reminding him of how much he had risked for his sake. Yet, this time was different.

He didn’t think of Harry. He thought of you. 

He thought of your bright smile over the years, despite it being a rough couple of years. The way your eyes would gleam over the sight of a bookstore, dragging his wallet along with you. The picture of you in his mind could be the result of the fact that he was in your apartment, waiting for your inevitable return, or the fact that this was one of your favorite songs you owned.

Despite the reasoning, you were on his mind.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Dex.” Your voice came into play, an apologetic smile plastered on your face. “I really had to go take a—”

“No, that’s… that’s okay.” He stopped you before you finished that sentence. “You don’t gotta go into detail.”

You chuckled slightly, slowly walking over to where he stood. He couldn’t help but notice your slight nervousness, your slight hesitation as if you were intimidated. Granted, you were a shy-kind of girl — he knew that. But, this was different. You were friends since college… lab partners to be exact. It wasn’t like he never stepped foot in your apartment before. Hell… he visited you all the time.

At this point, you were as close to him as Deb was. You even visited Rita a couple of times, going out to brunch together, before the incident. Needless to say, you were crushed after that phone call from Debra. He remembered how you physically ran to the house, for miles, not being in any proximity of a car. The way you embraced him, as he sat there unable to think… even move…

So, that’s why this was weird. You never acted this way. Not towards him, anyhow.

“What’s up?” He asked you. Straightforward and effective.

“Oh… yeah,” You stammered, running a hand through your hair. “I just started this really… really sad book…”

Lie.

“Oh, really?” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, leaning back slightly. Maybe it would help ease your obvious uneasiness. “What is it about?”

“…about a girl losing her family. I haven’t gotten that far.”

For the longest time he knew you tended to look away when you lied. Even without that basic knowledge, your eyes and tone gave it away. He knew people very well. It’s why he was always successful in Harry’s code. Rarely ever had he been surprised. Having known you for more than ten years, he had you down right to the point.

He spoke your name in a low tone to gather your attention, putting on his best concerned face. He witnessed your face deflate as you came to the realization that he wasn’t fooled. “What's the real reason you called me over? I know this isn’t all about some book.”

You turn to face him, his eyes — squinting and studying yours. The dark passenger was attempting to take hold of the conversation, but he had it contained. It was getting impatient, craving more and more each passing second. Your hesitation didn’t help much either.

It was then — at that moment, he recognized it. Your eyes, your once bubbly eyes were now foggy. Dusty. He knew those eyes. He stared into those eyes for years in regard to Rita, slowly watching them form and heal. But, no matter how much they’ve healed, the scars forever remained. The terror was never forgotten.

The overcoming realization caused him to lose hold of the dark passenger. A sliver of his real self came onto the display. Not enough to scare someone away, but enough to notice. Enough to notice Dexter wasn’t exactly the Dexter everyone knew.

“Who?” His voice came out in a low growl. His eyes, dark with rage.

The on-growing terror forming on your face only proved his fears. While he was screwing around with Travis Marshall, you were cowering in fear. He was neglectful, how did he not have noticed this earlier? As friends go, he was a shitty one. You needed him — that’s why you called, you've come to that realization  —  but he wasn’t there as a friend, just an outsider peaking in. 

It was clear by your face that you noticed his change in demeanor. But, shockingly, it made you relax more. You lowered your tense shoulders, looking up at him. Your pleading, begging eyes told the story. They told him everything he needed to know. Told him what you secretly wanted. All he needed now was...

“His name was Nicholas.” 

#dexter #dexter series #dexter tv series #dexter morgan #dex #dexter x reader #dexter morgan x reader #x reader #dexter morgan x female reader #debra #debra morgan #hurt/comfort #rita bennett #serial killer #darkly dreaming dexter #dexter book series

[takenbypeter]

True Love’s Kiss

Ben Poindexter x reader

Words: 788

Author's note: I feel like I haven’t written for Dex in years!!! Anyways I’m in my Dex era again so feel free to request for him. This was based on a prompt I found somewhere that said, Smooching them all over the face, because that's the only thing that gets them to wake up

To this day there were times when Dex couldn’t believe you were right there in front of him.

To him you were so beautiful, so captivating, so untouchable. Yet here he was, his face only a few inches apart from your own as he waited for you to wake.

The day was stressful for Dex, and knowing that, the moment you two arrived from work you settled in comfy clothes before convincing him to take a small nap together to relax. Despite this plan derailing him from his usual routine, he wasn’t upset, he could never grow upset when spending time with you.

While Dex woke up earlier than anticipated, his intent was to let you rest some more, but as he continued staring at every detail that decorated every feature on your face, his lips became like a magnet as they were unconsciously drawn to your cheek.

He reached your cheek with a kiss. It was a soft kiss, a soft, calm and quiet kiss.

His heart quickened slightly as he retracted. You looked so tranquil he felt a little bit of nervousness in his actions.

Once again though, just as before his lips met your face, this time slightly higher onto your cheekbone. As his lips rested there for a mere moment he felt your face twitch and he cautiously leaned back.

But still, you were relaxed. Now Dex was starting to feel a little cheeky as he began to wonder how many kisses it would take for you to wake up. So, he placed his next kiss on your nose, which twitched just as your cheekbone had done.

When he distanced himself this time, his eyes fell to your lips and again he began to feel those jitters from earlier. He’s kissed your lips hundreds of times before, but right now, in this moment it felt like a whole new experience.

Especially as he quickly realized how much this scenario was reminding him of a cursed sleeping princess. You were the gorgeous princess that needed awakening from true love’s kiss. Did that make him the prince?

Dex hardly felt like the prince, if anything he considered himself to relate more to the beast in beauty in the beast, or maybe the ogre in shrek. Did he really have the right to lay here and kiss the alluring princess? But still even those characters got their princesses in the end.

Before Dex could spiral down the self-deprecation hole any further he glanced at your face as a whole reminding himself of how happy he was. He was happy you were in his life, happy you chose him, happy you were right in front of him.

He loved you. And no one would ever love you as much as he did.

With that thought he finally leaned in again, his lips finding their place against yours.

Just as all the others it was a chaste, simple kiss.

As his lips were to yours he felt your mouth curve a tiny bit before he felt them press back against his.

But again your lips broke into a smile causing him to retract once again.

He stared while you looked back at him with a cheesy grin now taking over your expression.

As if you had just read his mind you sigh, “…my prince, you saved me.”

Dex’s face matches yours and after a moment of consideration he followed you, “of course. Anything for my princess,” he replied, making you giggle before you reached out brushing your hand down his face, “now close your eyes, I wanna be the one to save you.”

Dex thought the whole idea a little silly but he did so anyway.

As per instruction Dex lay on his back, his hands atop one another as they rested on his stomach. His face remained neutral apart from the tiniest of curves that were threatening to break on his lips. He felt movement on your end of the bed and he waited.

…and waited.

And when nothing happened, he opened one eye catching you lying again on your side looking right back at him with a goofy smile on.

“Hey,” he said, eyes both open now.

“What? I didn’t say when I’d break the spell.”

Smile growing, he propped up, turning to his side and resting on his shoulder, “oh you’re going to break this spell, right now,” he said quickly lowering himself to your level and practically stealing a kiss. This time with a little more affection as he held one hand to your chin, cradling it so carefully.

You were going to argue against the unwarranted kiss but you were so captivated by his lips that you decided to let him go.

This time.

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[spaceagebachelormann]

HI BABES YOU ASKED FOR DEX REQUESTS SO HERE I AM

I was thinking Dex with a best friend who is sick and he keeps them company and entertains her with his new gadgets?

Ily <33

SICKLY EXPERIENCE - DEX DIZZNEE

 ੈ✩‧₊˚ FANDOM: keeper of the lost cities

 ੈ✩‧₊˚ FORMAT: long/short fic

 ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: vomiting, sick reader, blood

 ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUMMARY: dex takes care of his best friend when they get sick

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You? Being sick? Shockingly, it’s quite common.

You woke up yesterday morning with a cough, until you threw up all over your friend, Sophie. In your defence, you thought it was a cough, and it was Keefes fault for punching you in the stomach.

Your friends were not surprised though, once a week, by the least, you weren’t at school because you were suffering from the sniffles or something like that.

But this was the first time you ever threw up. Especially on your friend.

So, now, you were laying on your bed in your pyjamas, occasionally hurling into a bowl placed beside your bed by your mother.

“Y/N?” A voice called to you. You turned around, happiness filling you as you saw your best friend standing in your doorway.

“Dex!” You happily replied, before confusedly adding, “Shouldn’t you be at school?”

He gave you a dimpled grin.

“I snuck away.” He laughed at your shocked expression. “But, don’t worry. It’s not the first time i’ve done anything like this. You know what being Sophie’s friend is like.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” You agreed, patting the spot beside you on the bed.

He slumped down beside you, reaching up to smooth your hair in the process.

Suddenly, much to your dismay, be began laughing at you.

“By the way, you might want to brush your hair. It looks like the abominable snowman lives up there.”

He laughed even harder when you harshly smacked his leg.

“I take offence to that! You know Keefe influenced me to take very good care of my hair!”

“That rhymes.”

“Shut up.”

Without thinking, you sort of just stared at him for a minute or two while he rambled about something. His periwinkle blue eyes, the way his features started to light up as he spoke, the way his hair looked really easy to mess up at that moment. How hittable-with-a-pillow he looked.

He turned his gaze towards you.

“I know i’m hot, but you don’t have to stare.”

You rolled your eyes as dramatically as you possibly could in your sickly state. And, to annoy him further, you picked up your pillow and smacked him with it. Right in his face.

“Hey!” Dex yelled, in a high pitched voice, which caused his cheeks to flush a very prominent pink, making you laugh.

For the next few minutes, you hit eachother with the pillows, occasionally adding in a sarcastic remark here and there.

After a few minutes of doing that continuously, you both got tired and layed beside eachother on your bed.

“You..” he took a breath, “you hit really hard.”

“Dex.”

“Seriously, you do.”

“Dex.”

“I swear, it feels like that time Biana pushed me down 14 flights of stairs by accident last year. It wasn’t her fault that Keefe and Tam decided to have a fist fight, though.”

“Dex!”

He looked over at you finally.

“I’m gonna-”

You felt the nausea wash over you, and felt something beginning to rise up your throat.

Before you leaned over and threw up into the bowl, you saw his expression go from cockiness and amusement to panic and horror.

He held your hair back and gently rubbed your back as you vomited.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised, “it’ll all be over soon, really soon. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

Finally, you were able to sit up, coughing and gasping for air. Your back was against his chest, and he gently held you, continuing to tell you everything would be alright.

“Is that… blood?” You asked, voice hoarse.

Hesitantly, Dex looked quickly, then immediately looked away.

“Yeah, I think it is. That’s not good.”

Slowly, you stood up, gently rubbing your temples.

“Well, since your a coward, i’ll go dump this.” You said with a weak and condescending smile.

Before he could argue, you turned around and into your private bathroom, doing exactly what you said.

“Y/N!” Dex ran up to you, swiftly picking you up, and placing you into the bed.

“I’m supposed to helping you through your sickly experience, like I always do and always will. So, sit here and fall asleep, right now.”

“Dex, your not my mom.”

“Shut up, I am today.”

You rolled your eyes at him once more, but internally you felt very grateful when he moved the blankets over your body.

He handed you an elixir, taking off the cap for you.

“Here, drink this.” He said, and when he noticed how suspicious he sounded, he added “it’ll help you get better faster. Sadly, it also means you have to fall asleep right after you drink it.”

“I’ve had that. Can i wait a few moments before I drink it? It tastes worse than Fitz’ cooking.”

Dex sighed and sat down beside you, brushing hair off of your sweaty forehead.

“I want to argue, but honestly your right.”

“I’m always right.”

“Sure.”

You glanced at his bag at the end of your bed, and observed the way it kept beeping for whatever reason.

“What monstrositys have you brought me during this sickly experience of mine?”

Dex looked offended. “They’re not monstrositys! I mean, not always.” He quietly added.

“Anyway, this is a thing that I haven’t named yet.”

You raised a brow at him, indicating he should tell you what it does.

His cheeks flushed with humiliation, and he added, “You’re supposed to wear it around your wrist, like a bracelet. And what it does is sense when your nervous, and vibrate to calm you down. Does it work? We’ll find out once I force Sophie to wear it.”

You laughed, and calmly listened as he continued to show you the things he had created this week.

“And, finally, this is my drinky-drinky machine. It makes the sleeping elixir tastes better so you fall asleep and get better.” He said after a long show and tell, before using the drinky-drinky machine on you with warning.

When he pulled the gadget away, you were coughing.

“It still tastes terrible!” You insulted, glaring at him.

“Just go to sleep.” He laughed, helping you lay down and pulling the blankets over your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Dex.”

“It’s the afternoon.”

“Dex.”

He rolled his eyes, “Goodnight Y/N.”

And then you fell asleep, the last thing you heard was him laughing at you.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #dex dizznee #dex dizznee x reader #mars writing 🧈 #cherry ☀️

[dexships]

as you crouched your eyes wandered to every inch of the bottom shelf of the display, dozens of flavors of that sticky, so cold it burns drink of mtn dew, mind racing with the possibilities of each and every one. you would pick one out, turn around the bottle in your hand for a bit just long enough to not look suspicious or creepy about bottles of mtn dew but long enough for your squip to give you the rundown on each iteration. 

the idea that a different flavor was basically a trial run of dlc for the supercomputer that lived along side you was kind of insane and you were so, terribly curious about it, and after some convincing you got the squip to go along with it too, so long as you promised to be careful in no matter the state they found themself in, and you knew the risks yourself. you were careful to avoid any that seemed the slightest bit dangerous (the infrequent but painfully memorable migraines that came from system updates made you too scared to take a single risk with this thing) and the squip would explain any info he had on them, connected to a database of other of his kind who had experienced it. you wondered if they had some sort of social media they posted about it on and it made you chuckle. 

“its just a filing system, not twitter.” he intruded on your thoughts. 

you went back to your pilfering, making your choice on what seemed the safest option for now, throwback, something about making him a little more easy going and, in the words of another squip located in the mind of an influencer in malibu, “hazed in a drunken, lovesick stupor not unlike a girl writing her crush’s name over and over like in the cinema”, however the descriptor did not seem to portray it in a negative light. 

all these flavors, these ideas of what he might end up being, even just for a bit got you thinking about any...longterm effects, anything that would linger even just for a bit that could potentially backfire.

“make no mistake,” he said, once again interfering with your inner voice that seemed to get a little quieter every day, “though these do conflict with my ‘personality’, none of these have any adverse effects on our directive. they cant make me do anything you don’t want me to.”

“okay...” you spoke up, in your mind of course. talking out loud to this guy was a no-go, you spoke to yourself enough as a kid to get called weird, you didn’t want strangers at a 7/11 to think so little of you, “what about what you want? these won’t interfere with that, right?”

“...” he seemed to cock his head a bit, eyebrows furrowing as if he didn’t hear you right, “i’m not sure i follow. our directive is what i follow. wanting is out of my hands.”

“i mean there’s gotta be something you wanna do, right dude?” you pushed yourself off the floor, stumbling back as you felt just how long you were down there, your legs jelly and only a little stingey. “i mean like, youre a supercomputer. youre learning new shit every day, there isn’t anything of that you wanna do yourself?”

for once, he seemed to look downright clueless. it was so strange, he always had a snappy retort or hyperintelligent, collected response to any of your ‘odd’ questions, but for once he looked...stumped. he has seen every possible outcome to this conversation, you know that, but its like you just picked the very least possible question to ask. 

“i...i don’t think i...know?” it was said more like a question, the idea that he didnt know seemed to shock him more than it did you. 

you didn’t know what you were supposed to say, or what he was banking on you to say in the timeline where this conversation got to end before he had to stop relying on the algorithm to carry it, but you just sighed, and turned around to the cash register. “well, cmon, lets go get me stoned, get you sloshed and figure it out together, k?” you glanced back down the aisle to see the hazy figure of your squip still standing there, until catching up, not just blink and hes right in front of you, but looking down at the tile, as if trying to think something over. 

#dex says things #i never know how to end these i was just thinkin abt this #squip x reader #ig? not rly romantic just more like i like him #my writing

[niennandil-me-writes]

Goretober 1: Lacerations

cn: suggestive

Tenderly, the metal ghosts over your skin. You tremble, expecting the worst, and you are right to expect it. His face, split by a wide grin, is hovering over you; his teeth are bared, eyes glazed over, manic. Maybe you are wondering why he doesn’t make a quick job of you, hack you to bloody pieces with that axe of his, now that he has knocked you to the ground, at his mercy. But that is because you don’t yet understand what he gets out of this.

In another life, he might have talked to you, gotten to know you, laughed with you over a glass of whiskey. Not anymore. This is how he gets close to you now, close to your skin and then under it. This is what he wants, what he needs, what he craves.

You gasp and scream and cry and beg and he chuckles, knowing you haven’t felt the worst yet. He takes his time with you. Cuts you open from neck to pelvis, just deep enough to draw blood and to hurt, just a bit. Precise work like this isn’t easy with a greataxe, but it is worth it, and so he holds it steady. He can be gentle if he wants to.

He sets the steel to your skin again, cuts deeper this time, dragging the blade painfully and painfully slowly through your flesh. After inflicting lacerations on your legs and arms and torso like this, he shoulders the axe for a moment, looks down on you, head tilted to the side.

Then one hand reaches down to touch you. You flinch, and he laughs. You can feel his big, scarred fingers brush over your skin. They are tracing the edges of each cut tenderly. His eyes, those mad eyes with different sized pupils, wander over your body and then arrive at your face as he says: “You bleed so beautifully.” Fingers slick with your blood smear symbols of something that might have been affection, a long time ago.

Another plea for mercy gets swallowed up by a scream as he pushes a finger into the cut. He reaches deeper, feels your fading pulse from within. With his other hand, he grips Dex’ haft close to the axe head, so he can keep cutting into you, a bit more clumsily now that he’s holding him one-handed.

He sinks within you, in your blood and screams and pain and death, so he can forget that this isn’t what he truly craves, that he will never truly feel alive again, no matter how many he kills. But right now, it’s enough to just feel this. And he’s glad he can take his time.

Hacking you to pieces would have been a quick fuck. This is a kiss.

#my writing #oc writing #goretober #goretober 2023 #teo dagger #dex #gore #violence #gore with feelings #starting this off with some teo x reader i guess

[amberlynnmurdock]

Carnival Games

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x Reader

Summary: Based off this lovely request about Dex impressing his North Star by winning a bunch of carnival games. Your boyfriend is the best sniper and he takes that skill to the carnival.

Genre: FLUFF. So much fluff that I really wish Dex had this love in his story *heart clutch*

Words: 2.5k

A/N: This was so fun to write, also the ending might be REALLY CHEESY but IDC, Dex fluff is so fun and cute I was literally giggling writing this lol Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you love it! <3

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the intense training he did in Quantico or if it was simply just because of his nerves, but Dex could never fully be relaxed no matter what environment he surrounded himself in. Even at home, he was always on high alert. Checking windows, making sure his curtains completely covered them. It was second nature for him to grab the knife he kept under his pillow when he heard a strange noise down the hall. It was second nature for him to scan any crowd and look for potential threats. 

So being surrounded by loud noises, flashing lights and the smell of funnel cakes wafting in the air was definitely a less-than-ideal situation for him to be in. He’d never willingly go to a carnival—in fact, he’d rather go through the intense training he did when he first started at the FBI than buy a ticket to go to a place like this. The only reason he was here now, surrounded by these squished crows and children running, people on dates and families—God, that was the worst to see—was because of you. You were the only person he would let succumb him to this kind of torture. And you had no idea. 

At least Dex had the option to wear his baseball cap tonight. It somewhat helped in blocking out the crowds but at the same time, he needed to see everyone at every angle. Most importantly, he needed to see you. You were practically dragging him through the crowds, holding on tightly to his hand, looking back every once in a while to make sure he was okay. Overall, Dex wasn’t okay, but the moments you gave him your attention, he somewhat was. Everything around him became white noise when he focused on you. He longed for the moment it was time to go home so it can be just the two of you. 

“I’m so excited,” you looked back at Dex, whose eyes were darting between people and rides. He had that familiar look on his face you knew all too well—he was overwhelmed. You had asked him probably ten times if he was okay with going to the Brooklyn Carnival and each time, Dex said yes—even though you knew better. He wanted to so badly do the things you wanted, but the price of that was his comfort. You made a note to yourself that if you did catch him getting overwhelmed—like he was now—you’d pull him aside to bring him back down. 

“Hey,” you stopped in your tracks, pulling Dex by his hand closer to you. He was startled by the sudden stopping as he focused his dark hazel eyes on you. 

“Is everything okay?” Dex asks, “Did you see something?”

You shook your head softly, touching his cheek. “I’m okay. Everything is fine. Are you okay?” 

Dex nods his head, averting his eyes from the people that surround them. “I’m okay if you are.”

“We can leave—“

“No,” Dex interrupts you. He won’t let his nerves get in the way of your date. “I want to stay.”

“Okay,” you smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand again and pulled him closely through the crowd, passing the rides, food stands, and entertainment until you reached the games. Different booths surrounded the area. There were more kids around and families waiting in line for different games. The image of them all sent a pang to Dex’s heart. It was a reminder that he never had this kind of childhood—a childhood full of laughter and cotton candy and games. He can’t think of that right now, not when you’re laughing and smiling at the same thing he sees. Dex smiles at you because you’re the only thing that can make him smile right now.

“What should we play first?” You squeeze his hand a few times and meet his eyes. Dex sighs in exasperation, looking around at all the games. His attention falls on a ring toss game in front of them. 

“How about that one?”

You smile. “Sure.”

Dex was the one who led the way this time. He grabbed your hand and pulled you between people, watching them carefully, and shooting them daggers if they weren’t moving for you. At the booth, a man in his late 50s smoking a cigarette asks for two tickets from both of you to play. Dex carefully pulls them from his back pocket and hands him the tickets. 

“Alright,” the man grunts, “throw all five rings on the bottle and you win a little teddy bear.”

Dex squints his eyes and takes the rings from the man, handing them to you. You squeal in excitement and squeeze Dex’s shoulder. 

“Okay, me first,” you demand. Dex laughs lightly and steps out of your way. “I want that little teddy bear.”

“You’ll get it,” Dex encourages you. He glances at the small stuffed animal hanging from the top of the board. 

You shuffle the rings between your hands and notice each ring has a different size, obviously to show the level of difficulty to get it around the bottle. Still, it seemed easy enough, like throwing a frisbee. You squint your eyes to level the ring to the top of the bottle and flick it quickly, successfully getting the biggest—easiest—ring around the bottle. Dex smiles to himself and crosses his arms, beginning to feel more engaged with the game. 

“Just got to get four more, darlin’,” the man chuckles from the corner of the booth. He didn’t see it, but Dex shot him an intimidating glare. 

“I got it,” you reply. Dex shifts in his stance and watches you carefully. 

You level the second ring up and flick it a little too fast, flying right over the top of the bottle. You sigh in defeat—at least you have three more. Dex shifts again and watches intently. 

Without fail, you manage to miss every single last ring. Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, in a funny way that a carnival game could make you emit such an emotion, but also because your boyfriend happens to be one of the top snipers in the FBI and he just witnessed you miss each attempt. You look at Dex, shake your head, and roll your eyes in good nature.

“Oh, whatever. Your turn,” you laugh as you step aside. Dex maneuvers around you and dismisses the mocking expression on the man’s face. 

“No teddy bears yet,” he laughs. 

Dex is determined, and it’s almost comical how easy it is. 

You can’t even count the number of seconds that go by when all five rings easily land around the bottleneck by Dex’s doing. You jump up to him and squeeze his shoulders.

“DEX!!!” You squeal, “Let’s go!!”

Dex wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you close against him. He looks up at the man under his baseball cap and smirks. 

“The little teddy bear, please,” Dex demands. 

“Alright, alright,” the man waves in defeat as he reaches for the small bear at the top of the board. “Here you go.”

Dex takes the bear from him and hands it to you with a smile. 

“You earned it,” Dex says in a low voice.

You reach up and kiss Dex on his jaw. “Let’s play another game.”

Dex laughs. “Your choice.”

You walk Dex to the middle of the path, one hand in his, the other holding the teddy bear he won for you. You look around each booth until your jaw drops and your eyes widen on the biggest stuffed duck you’ve ever seen and immediately know you must have. 

“Oh my, God, Dex,” you gasp, walking to the booth like a magnet. “I need to win that giant duck.”

Dex follows your gaze and lets out a loud, genuine laugh, only you could cause him to have. Because of course, you need that giant stuffed duck. It had to be half his size, and so round you could probably use it as a pillow. Its orange legs flopped beneath its giant yellow body. Something like that brought no joy to Dex but seeing you excited over it did. 

“I’ll go first though,” you say to him. “I do want to earn one of these things.”

“All you,” Dex gently bumps your shoulder in encouragement. 

You walk up to the booth and ask the older woman how to win the giant stuffed duck. She laughs and playfully punches the stuffed animal among the smaller ducks that people are more likely to win. 

“No one’s won this thing in all the years I’ve come here,” she says. “You’ve got to shoot every moving duck on this platform in under two minutes. There’s 15 ducks. The more ducks you shoot, the faster the machine goes. If you can manage that, you’ll win this giant duck. If you only hit, let’s say, five of them, you win a rubber ducky.”

“Okay,” you nod carefully, pondering your technique in hitting all the ducks. “We’d like to play.”

“That’ll be three tickets.”

You look at Dex who already is reaching for the tickets in his back pocket. He hands the woman the tickets and goes back to watching you from behind. It’s a seated game, with a fake gun attached to the table that shoots tiny rubber bullets. The gun is locked in this position to ensure it stays facing the game, with a little movement to swirl around. You take a seat in front of the fake gun and place your hands on it, realizing you’ve never held something even remotely close to a weapon. A thought dawned on you that Dex does, quite often for his job, and for some reason that tugged your heart. You hoped a game like this didn’t make him uncomfortable. So when you looked back at him once more and he offered you the tiniest of smiles, that tells you all you needed to know. 

The woman went out of the way and flipped a switch to start the game. The tune of Ring Around the Rosie started to play from the speakers as the ducks on the board began to move around. You aimed at one of the ducks in the top row and hit it smack in the middle. The clock was ticking, and the more you hit the ducks, the faster the machine moved, making it impossible to aim and shoot at them all. As soon as the timer dinged, the machine stopped and a mocking tune played from the speakers. 

“Damn it! So close,” you said in exasperation. The woman chuckled. You got up to meet Dex who was already handing her the tickets so he could play. 

You stood behind Dex as he took a seat in front of the fake gun. Dex didn’t even look at you as he sat down and focused on the game, which made you smile. It was funny to see a tough and seasoned FBI agent as he was getting competitive over a silly carnival game—it meant a lot to you that he was only doing it just so he could win you a stuffed animal. It meant even more that he seemed to be having a good time. 

The woman started up the machine again just as Dex rolled his shoulders to relax. His fingers twitched on the trigger of the fake gun. Once the music started playing, Dex wasted no time in shooting at every single duck at moved, proving that the speed of the machine had nothing on his skill. You watched from behind him with your mouth open in amusement. Even the woman was stunned, as she stood in the corner of the booth and stared at each duck go down in under one minute. 

“Well,” the woman sighed as the machine began to play victorious music. “That’s a first.” 

Dex let out the breath he was holding once the fake gun locked in place and the machine of ducks reset itself. He placed his hands on his thighs and watched as the woman unwound the giant duck stuffed animal from the prize board. You were already waiting for her at the corner of the booth in excitement. When she finally brought it over, you gave it a big squeeze and went over to Dex. 

“Dex!” You said in excitement, “I can’t believe you did it! I mean, I can believe it, because my boyfriend is the best sniper in the FBI, but you really won it for me!” 

Dex stood up from the seat, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck, your bodies separated by the ridiculously large duck. He held you even tighter. 

“Thank you,” he whispered against your skin. That’s all he needed to say for you to know what he meant. 

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As the night went on, you and Dex played as many aiming games as you could find. And every time you played, you played the best you could—but when it was Dex’s turn, you always left the booth with another stuffed animal. On the way out of the carnival, Dex asked if you could stop at a funnel cake booth to take some home. That wasn’t a hard request to grant. 

Now, sitting in the car of the subway, Dex sits with the giant duck in his lap as you carry the rest of the stuffed animals in your arms. 

“I’ll probably donate all this,” you sighed, feeling a bit tired. 

“That’s nice of you,” Dex replies, turning his head to look at you. When he looked forward again, he saw the reflection of you both sitting with the stuffed animals in your hands. Dex looked the silliest, with the giant duck in his lap. You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder, ignoring the powder from the funnel cake on his denim jacket. 

“We’re keeping the duck, though,” you said, resting your eyes. 

Dex laughed and held it tighter in his lap. “We worked hard for it.”

“I hope you had a good time, Dex,” you whispered. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, matching your tone. “I did have a good time.”

In the reflection again, he sees you take a deep breath as you finally let yourself fall asleep on his shoulder. He looks around the car of the subway—not many people are on. Not many threats to worry about. He kisses your temple before focusing on your surroundings again until the subway reaches your stop. 

When the two of you finally reach Dex’s apartment, you set the stuffed animals on his couch carefully but carry the duck into his bedroom. You placed it perfectly in the middle of his bed and smiled to yourself. Dex wraps his arms around you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck again. You lean into his warmth as he caresses your body softly, his strong hands moving up and down the length of your torso. 

“I’d play all those games again to win you more ridiculously sized ducks,” Dex whispers. “And I’ll never miss one shot.” 

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Are you blushing because of me?

Ronon Dex x Reader Dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: No Summary: Ronon loves making Y/n blush, even so much so it prompts him to reveal his feelings for her. Warnings: None, just Ronon and Y/n being adorable; Ronon does have slight wandering hands ;) Word Count: 2k Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Y/n Shepard was John’s only child, so what happens, you might ask, in her daily life? Being the child of Lt. John Shepard means she doesn’t leave Atlantis. He claims it’s for her safety after losing her mother; he devoted his entire focus to keeping his daughter alive and well. So Y/n adapted; she trained with Teyla in hand-to-hand combat and helped Dr McKay discover Ancient technology; lucky for Y/n, Rodney McKay let her help him. He is always too stubborn and proud to admit to others when he is wrong or needs help, but Y/n always had a soft spot for him. To the shock of the whole of Atlantis, Rodney McKay’s being selfless towards someone else was unheard of. Y/n often occupied her time helping Dr Beckett with medical research, and he always loved the extra help with the younger girl. Everyone in Atlantis had become Y/n’s family quickly. Elizabeth Weir, the commander of Atlantis, kept a close eye on Y/n when her father was away on off-world missions. 

The day when the team assembled to go and find Ford, an old member of the team, Y/n desperately wanted to go. “Y/n, no, you have to stay here; we could encounter Wraiths. I want you to stay here. Understand me,” He told her; she nodded solemnly. “Fine, whatever you say,” she pushed him playfully as he kissed her head. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back in no time” He waved as Y/n grumbled, making her way up the stairs to the infirmary and seeing Dr Beckett on his chair. “Y/n love, why do you look so down?” He asked, worried Y/n sighed, sitting on a nearby bench. 

“I am sentenced to stay here again while my father goes on another off-world mission. So yeah,” She swung her legs back and forth. “Does my father not trust me? I am twenty-two years old. I’ve never been off-world before. I’m sure I can handle myself” She walked around. Dr Beckett laughed, swinging around his chair. “I don’t think that’s the issue, lass. Your father just wants to keep you safe, that’s all. You are his only child. His protective nature just takes over; he means nothing by it. Here, come help me with these blood samples. I need help labelling and ordering” He smiled at her as she sat beside him, helping him sort out the blood test tubes. “Now tell me, have you read any new books recently?” He asked her as they both worked away.

So, to say the least, when John and the team returned not with Ford but with someone new, Y/n’s interest was piqued. Running to the main operating room, she saw her father with the rest of the team “Dad!” She exclaimed as she ran into his open arms. John laughed, lifting her off the ground. “Oh, I always love your hugs when I come back.” He looked at her with a grin, and Y/n looked around. “No Ford?” She asked, and John shook his head. “No, he uh got away in a Dart; we lost him.” he sighed Y/n saw Teyla and hugged her friend Y/n looked over at the new guy who was already staring at her Y/n pulled away from her hug with Teyla. John saw his daughter’s eyes land on Ronon as she pulled away from her hug from Teyla. “Oh, Ronon, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Ronon Dex” Y/n smiled, holding her hand out for Ronon; he smiled lightly, his head reaching out, and John pulled Y/n back. “Nope, not happening. Y/n, go see Rodney; he said he found something new you might like to look at” Y/n’s eyes widened. “Dad, stop it!” She looked at him, embarrassed. John gave her a stern look, and she sighed, looking at Ronon again before leaving the room. 

The next day, Y/n walked around Atlantis, stumbling across the cafeteria and seeing Ronon sitting alone. She smiled, grabbed water, a knife and a fork, and approached him. “Mind if I join you?” She asked. Ronon’s eyes looked up from the food. He looked around. “No one going to stop you today?” He teased her; she laughed, shaking her head. “Don’t mind my dad; he’s just overprotective” She sighed and offered Ronon the knife and fork. “Use these; it’s proper eating etiquette.” She watched him eye the utensils as he used them cautiously. She sipped her water. “I am sorry we didn’t get properly introduced yesterday. I’m Y/n; it’s nice to meet you officially,” She leant on her hand. Ronon nodded with a chuckle “Ronon, nice to meet you too,” he replied, eating his potato; she noticed he hadn’t touched the jelly on his tray. “You aren’t fond of jelly?” She asked, pointing to the small plastic container. Ronon narrowed his eyes at the blue food, shaking his head. “Not really. I don’t like the look of it,” He mumbled; he cleaned his hand and picked up the jelly with a slight smile. “Would you like it?” He offered; she smiled and took it; feeling their hands touch, she gasped softly. Ronon’s eyes shined at her reaction. “Thank you, Ronon”, she whispered as she ate the jelly. He winked. “No problem, Y/n”, he smirked, making her blush. So she blushes easily, Ronon thought.

As Ronon began to find his place in Atlantis, he became an official member of John’s team. At times, though, he was still standoffish to others and somewhat intimidating with a strike-first-questions-later persona. He spent much time with Y/n without John knowing about it. He could only imagine if John found out he and his daughter were alone together, the hell-raising that would occur from it. Ronon’s sleeping quarters were a few rooms away from Y/n’s, so running into her was part of the ritual. It was almost perfectly timed they would both come out of their room, lock eyes and smile. Walking beside each other, their fingers nearly touching, making their eyes avert down before pretending they didn’t notice. 

Teyla had noticed the lingering gaze between the two; she knew the look of love when she saw it. If McKay or Beckett ever noticed, McKay would make a shiver and a disgusted sound followed by a typical McKay-fashioned phrase: “Honestly, what would she see in a guy like Ronon? He’s hotheaded, stubborn, and, not to mention, dives in head-first into danger. She should be with someone more like…like,” He would try to say, and Beckett would finish his sentence “, Like you?” He asked with a raised brow. Teyla would laugh lightly as McKay would look between the two, puffing his chest out. “Me? You think so?” Nothing strokes Rodney’s ego better than when someone thinks he is the best at what he does or if he would be suited to a romantic match with someone like Colonel Shepard’s daughter. “I guess you could say that; at least I am not throwing myself in harm’s way whenever I have the chance” McKay would continue his work, making Beckett chuckle. “My friend, if Y/n ever decided to be with you. It would be because you’d be the only man on earth, and that’s not a compliment.” 

Ronon always found a moment to find something beautiful or unique on any mission the team was sent on. He loved seeing her face light up with each little gift he would give her. John had begun to see something was happening between his daughter and Ronon, his father instincts kicking in. Teyla would tell him to let the couple be. “Y/n is old enough to make her own choices, John. She knows you are protective, but you must let her grow independently at some point,” Teyla smiled. John grumbled, slouching in annoyance. “I know it will take some getting used to, that’s all. She’s never had a relationship; well, there has been no one that she’s liked, you know. And Ronon comes along and-” John spoke before halting his sentence. Teyla raised her brows. “He makes your daughter happy, John” Teyla finished. John sighed with a nod. “Yeah, he does, damn it”

Y/n sat in her favourite little hide-out, reading her book, when she heard movement behind her. Her head turned, and she saw Ronon climb over and sit beside her in the little nook. “Mmm, this is cozy. Good thing there’s only room for two of us,” he grinned Y/n blushed, looking down at her book. “To be honest, I never tested this cozy space with someone else, so I didn’t know if it could fit two people”, she admitted as Ronon laid back slightly. “I hope you don’t mind sharing it with me then?” Ronon whispered. His hand slowly moved to touch hers. Y/n felt her breathing hitch when his fingers touched hers. “I don’t”, Y/n whispered, her eyes gazing into his. “This reminds me I have something for you” Ronon reached behind his back and pulled out a small leather pouch. Y/n’s smile widened. Ronon grasped her hand and opened her palm, laying the pouch in her open hand. 

“What did you get me?” She asked him. Ronon smirked, watching her open the pouch; her hand dipped inside and pulled out a necklace with a blue gem in the centre. “Ronon, this is beautiful”, she gasped, admiring the jewellery. “You shouldn’t have this, wouldn’t have been-” she began. Ronon held her hand. “The man who gave me this, I’ve known him for a long time; he visited my planet. He would carve with local stones, gold, and anything he could find beauty in and sell it. He owed me a favour, and he did this for me. This gem I found on one of my scouts it’s the last piece of my home. And I wanted to give it to the woman I had fallen in love with. A piece of my heart for her to keep,” He murmured. Y/n gasped softly, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. Ronon cupped her cheek, pressing his head to hers. “Ronon”, She breathed, her heart pounding, hearing it thump through her body. “Yes?” He smirked, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint Y/n licked her lips, her breathing falling and rising quickly. "I love you too," She told Ronon Y/n climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck “Kiss me, please.” She let out a shaky breath as Ronon happily obliged her request, both of their lips melding perfectly together. Y/n felt Ronon’s hand move up and down her body. His fingers left a trail of fire in their wake. 

His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer. Feeling her body relax under his touch, she fell into his embrace completely. Pulling away for a breath, the couple panted quietly. Ronon’s hands were placed on Y/n’s hips. "You are so beautiful", Ronon murmured, causing Y/n to blush her head falling on his shoulder to hide her embarrassment. “Are you blushing because of me?” Ronon teased with a laugh. Y/n pulled away and shoved him playfully, his eyes looking over her face. “I love it when you do; it means I’m doing something right” he smiled lovingly, her nose brushing Ronon’s softly.

"I'm glad I took your father up on his offer to stay in Atlantis."

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Sparring Sessions

Stargate: Atlantis; Ronon Dex, Teal'c, John Sheppard.

Word Count: 374

(T)W: Fighting (Sparring), Bet taking

Request: No

A/N: Sutoritaimu Archive

Atlantis rarely had horrendous weather conditions, when it did it was rare that anyone could even stand on the balconies.  Training exercises tended to be indoors, which meant that your work was placed in temporary hold until conditions were better to proceed.  You decided, since it was a crappy weather day, to head to the sparring gym and work on your self-defence (after all, you never knew when you were going to be attacked while on expedition.   Especially when you were part of a team which involved McKay and Ronon.  Neither had very good “people skills” and tended to be the reason for your team to be in trouble with local and the wraith.

When you arrived at the training room, you were surprised by the sounds of kendo sticks which were echoing around the room and the surrounding corridors.  When you looked in you were not surprised to see Ronon already there, but you did not expect to see Teal’c in Atlantis, never mind in the sparring room with Ronon.  It looked like both were out to outdo the other, and neither looked as though they were tiring or going to give up soon.  You watched them “duel” for a while, then decided that it was better to try and break up the mini war than allow it to continue any more.

When Major Sheppard arrived at the training room, you expected him to intervene and break up the two men.  He didn’t.  What he did do, however, was ask how long they had been at it and what the score was.  You responded with a firm “no clue” to both of his questions.

It wasn’t long before a crowd gathered, it took even less time for Sheppard to become a “bookie”.  Soon the training room looked as though walls didn’t exist there were that many people gathered to watch the two men fight.  You had no idea just how many people were on Atlantis until that moment.  When Lt. Carter showed up, Major Sheppard was quick to pretend he had not been taking bets on who would win or how much longer Ronon or Teal’c would last and was quick to try and appear to break up the boys and the crowd.

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