#dex fan fic

[imyourbratzdoll]

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𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 (𝐃𝐄𝐗) 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

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.

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

[frizzle-mcshizzle]

its so nice to see the ship name for Stinex has been catching on all of a sudden

[gateathonworks]

Ronan Dex - Headcanon

What is a headcanon you used (or plan to use) in a fan work for this great man?

Rules

It can be canon compliant, canon divergent, involve a crossover, or be completely crack. It doesn’t matter. You can even just make something up right now.

You can include a link to your fic/work if you wish.

It probably goes without saying since I’m posting this before the event started, but the headcanon does not have to involve a GATEathon work.

If the headcanon is not originally yours, say so, and if possible, give credit if possible.

That being said, do not accuse anyone of stealing. Same and similar ideas are going to happen.

Do not criticize each other.

No character bashing. What you do in your work is fine (including in the main event), but I want GATEathon mini events to be safe for everyone to enjoy all the characters.

If you break the rules, especially with bringing in negativity, you may be blocked.

[bagheerita]

In my SGA watch-through I finished "The Intruder" and then jumped ahead to season 4 (bc i missed Carter and Todd) so I'm back to continue season 2 now. I picked up with "Runner" and WOW this is a really good episode!?

First of all, I always forget that Lorne is such a sassy bitch. Right out of the gate he has NO patience for science of any flavor (a position he theoretically holds constant on through "Remnants"). (There's also a scene at about 5 min, where Sheppard runs up a few steps before turning to talk to Caldwell, just so he can have the high ground on their confrontation and I love it.)

But there is so much in here I never really paid attention to before that sets up Ford and Ronon as narrative foils. Ford is fleeing his friends in search of Wraith. Ronon is fleeing the Wraith in search of friends. Ford is alone to protect himself; Ronon forgoes the company of others to protect them. Ford is so utterly convinced of his own correctness in his theory of persecution he doesn't actually hear a thing McKay says to him, while Ronon (who has actually been persecuted) is so eager to believe everything Sheppard and Teyla tell him that he actually gives them a chance. Ford is obsessed with the shortcut advantage of the enzyme giving him increased strength and wants to use it to "create a whole army of supermen"; Ronon has fantastic strength and combat abilities he got the hard way. Ford says getting the enzyme is "the best thing that ever happened to me"; the next scene is Ronon having a flashback to when not-quite-dying of Wraith was the worst day of his life. Ford accuses McKay of giving up on his friends when it seems rather obvious that Ford is the one who has given up on letting his friends help him; and then Ronon, having just undergone surgery without anesthesia where he allowed someone to help him, tackles Ford to the ground because he's not going to give up on these people he just met.

In the end of the episode though, both Ford and Ronon are unable to return home.

[fruitjedi]

Chapter 2 of unmatched! Here’s chapter one if you haven’t read it https://www.tumblr.com/fruitjedi/720394908079390720/so-like-heres-chapter-one-of-unmatched-its-a

Fitz (2)

Fitz Vacker had a problem. His whole society in the lost cities depended on matchmaking. For marriage, for children, for everything, and Fitz … Fitz was raised to believe that is how it should always be. He even broke up with his “perfect match” Sophie Foster because she was unmatchable.

Fitz followed the rules of marriage and dating. Until it came to one Dexter Dizznee that is. Dex … Complicated things. Tremendously. Dex was carefree, rule adverse, and the child of a bad match, and Fitz… Fitz didn’t seem to care. Fitz seemed to keep watching him anyway.

Fitz felt the same way about Dex as he did Sophie which was confusing as he liked Sophie and Fitz couldn’t like Dex that way because he liked Sophie romantically and he couldn’t like Dex romantically because that is just wrong it’s worse than a bad match it’s wrong. So Fitz couldn’t act on these feelings. He just couldn’t.

That was until Sophie came along. Sophie had decyphered his feelings for Dex (of course his cognate had he couldn’t keep anything from her) and she thought he should act on them, she thought Dex might even surprise him instead of laughing in his face, and most importantly she thought his feelings towards Dex were valid which was practically unheard of in the lost cities.

Fitz was at home in Everglen when he got a call on his Imparter. He accepted it to see Dex’s smiling face beaming at him.

“Hey, wonderboy!” Dex said excitedly “I’m working on a device that can mimic telepathy and I need a telepaths help”

Fitz smiled. He loved seeing Dex excited about an invention it made Dex so happy to talk about it and it was a joy for Fitz to see. “Why didn’t you ask Sophie?” he asked curiously

Dex sighed “She’s at the Shores of Solace with Keefe”

Given that Dex was Sophies best friend Fitz assumed he knew about her relationship “Yeah, good choice picking me there probably making out”

Dex laughed. A glorious sound that made Fitz’s heart beat faster “Yeah probably so” Dex played with the wrench in his hands “So what do you say? Wanna help me mimic telepathy?”

Fitz smiled. He couldn’t say no to that boy “Yeah of course I’ll be right over”

Fitz light leaped over to Rimshire and was greeted by a snow blast from Lex, Dex’s younger sister. Lex had just gotten her ability and had decided Fitz was the perfect target.

Fitz groaned and went to Dex’s room knocking on the door first. Covered in grease and machinery gunk Dex opened the door smiling. His smile quickly fell, once he saw the top half of Fitz absolutely covered in melting snow.

“I can’t believe she did that to you,” Dex said visibly annoyed

Fitz shrugged “It’s nothing I can’t handle”

Dex sighed “Still, at least let me get you a towel your freezing” Dex went over to his dresser which had a surprising amount of towels on it, and grabbed one before handing it over to Fitz

Fitz smiled and quickly dried himself off “Thanks Dex you didn’t have to do that”

Dex shrugged “Course I did, I asked you to help me and you got blasted by my sister, Anyway my device” Dex walked over to what looked like a modified circlet “This is Transmittertron hopefully it can transmit messages straight into peoples brains”

“That’s really cool! Transmitting is really useful and to have a device do it for you would be really cool”

Dex’s face lit up “ I KNOW RIGHT” Dex walked over to another circlet-like device and brought it over to Fitz “This is the Brain Reader it can read brain waves and stuff I was hoping you could transmit a message to me and I could use this to read it”

Fitz nodded and put on the device “Ok so just like transmit you anything?”

“Anything, I just need to read your brain waves”

Fitz was feeling a little brave so he took all of his courage and transmitted “You kinda look cute with that grease all over your face”

Dex beamed at Fitz before turning over to look at the readings. His face was full of pure excitement as he took those readings and immediately went to work. Several minutes later Dex was out of his “technopathy trance” and turned to Fitz”

“Ok, I’m gonna try transmitting to you. Tell me if you get it”

A moment later “You look kinda cute too” arrived in Fitz’s brain. Fitz beamed he took a leap and instead of falling he just jumped higher than planned. Fitz was over the moon with excitement.

“Yes,” Fitz said “I got your message”

Dex pumped his fist and did a happy dance. Dancing around the room in pure joy.

Then just when Fitz thought he was done Dex made his way over to Fitz and reached out a hand “Wanna dance good sir?” Dex asked giggling nervously

Fitz nodded and took his hand. They had no music, no rhythm, no nothing, But to Fitz dancing with Dex was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

For wip ask

Ronon gets mad at sheppard

ooh this is a good one! it's a classic miscommunication trope- ronon finds out john and rodney are together and gets pissed off (for reasons unknown) and john assumes its cause theyre gay and gets pissed off and they act dumb until rodney and teyla scheme and make them get their shit together and talk like adults (this one is almost finished and im gonna post it soon so i dont wanna post spoilers but it has a happy ending i promise)

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“Are you two together?” Ronon asked in a cold, harsh tone. John took a step back- he never would have imagined Ronon would react like this, and he suddenly felt protective of Rodney. Since coming to Pegasus, the dangers they faced were from space vampires and crazy societies hell bent on nuclear domination; he had almost forgotten about dealing with petty issues like bigoted beliefs. Would he suddenly have to deal with a homophobic team member? Sheppard glared back at Ronon.  

“Yeah. We are. Is that going to be a problem for you?” John needed to ask, but he really, really didn’t want to hear the answer- especially since he had a sinking feeling he knew what the answer was going to be. Ronon narrowed his eyes at John, and took a few steps closer, towering over him. John hardened his glare.  

“I’m not the one with the problem.” Ronon growled, and with a final glare at Rodney still sleeping, he turned and stalked away.  

[teenagegirl-forever]

intro post!!

hi (hopefully) kotlc tumblr i have no clue how tumblr works tbh 😭 (do people do intro posts normally???)

but anyway hello, i’m jessie, i write fics and make art sometimes (teenagegirlforever on ao3 if u feel like checking them out? - i have one actor au and one fedex soulmate au out)

here’s some info about me regarding kotlc:

big big big fitz defender i will defend that boy with my LIFE

also massive fan of fedex (love them so much )

i read the series in… 2021 i think? i’ve reread it a bunch of times but on my most recent reread i’m only up to unlocked rn (have read stellarlune once but with very little understanding of what was going on, and i haven’t read unravelled yet)

also in 2021 i had an instagram and a youtube dedicated to kotlc which i will happily take to the grave no one needs to see that again LMAO

that’s mostly it i think?? i’m very big on character analysis, will yap anyone’s ear off about fitz and dex’s characters 🫶

thank you for reading!!! hopefully this reaches the right audience or that is SO embarrassing for me 😭

(p.s. if ur on the kotlc wiki fandom, i’m @jessica the gemini on there 🤞)

[thegreatwicked]

Star Wars Writing Resources

I write a lot of Star Wars content and in this post you will find all the resources I use and great little things I've found that might help you! Enjoy and show the authors some love! May the Force be with you!

Star Wars Writing Resources provided by @nimata-beroya and this post has SO MUCH to offer if you are writing in the Star Wars universe! There are galaxy maps, calendars, holidays, date converters, media chronology (movie/game/tv show order), hyperspace travel times, several name generators, reference guides to the Jedi Order, infomration on the Clones and Mandalorians, lore, health and medicine and technology, food and drinks, languages, etc! There's a lot here!

Disabilities Exist in Star Wars by @calltomuster this is a good look into the disabilities and the culture around them in the Star Wars universe. A very helpful read with some additional sources listed!

Comprehensive Lexacon Guide for First Time SW Fic Readers by @lightasthesun Wow. What a mouthful! I cannot tell you guys how much I use this one. It's not a clock, it's a chronometer. It's not coffee, it's caf. It's not a bathroom, it's a refresher. Like I said, super helpful.

List of Battles thanks to @monako-jinn-storiesfor linking this because I never would have thought to. It links to Wookipedia but still a great piece of information.

9 Incredible Crosssections Reveal the Architecture of Star Wars by @musewrangler A great visual guide if you're looking to play with the architecture in Star Wars.

A Resource Page for all Your Clone Related Needs by @karttaylir-darasuum Everything you need to write about Clones including their weapons, cannon, terminology, stock photos, things to avoid etc.

Dex's Diner Menu @fox-trot I found this a while ago and have been meaning to add it where it belongs. If you're looking for Star Wars food and what you might expect to spend then look no furhter.

That's all I've got for now, but if you find anything for me to add feel free to tag me and lets continue this writing resource for Star Wars Fans!

[minnlahzz]

amethio, silver x hex maniac reader.

requested

amethio and silver! oreo and jalapeño duo (this is separated.) sorry for the big wait, school is biting my toes. uhh silvers is very short, because I feel like ive mentioned most of the things silver would do in other fics. I don't wanna seem repetitive or uncreative!

— AMETHIO

amethio would initially be unsure what to make of you. your eerie aura and cryptic way of speaking would intrigue him, but he’d be cautious. he’s logical, so he’d view what you do as something he needs to understand rather than dismiss, because every person is different why judge them. he’d probably think, "are they like this all the time?" when you casually mention something spooky like the “ghosts watching over” him.

amethio’s edgy demeanor and your crazy words would balance each other out. he’d act as the grounded counterpart to your whimsical nature, often giving you a deadpan look when you go off on a supernatural tangent.

“amethio, the spirit (random gengar) says this battle will be tough.”

“the spirit is stating the obvious.”

your comments often catch him off guard, not because he gets scared of it. it's just becuse you just say it so randomly it's kind of concerning, leading to some amusing exchanges.

“The ghosts approve of you, amethio.”

“good to know. now, tell them to get out out of my way.”

your unpredictability often throws him off balance. whether it’s your cryptic compliments (“the spirits find you quite handsome today”) or your sudden affection, he finds himself flustered more often than he’d like to admit.

your spooky vibe complements his calm and calculated style perfectly. he’d use your unnerving presence to throw off opponents while he plans a precise attack. he might even ask you for “spiritual advice” during critical missions, though you’re never quite sure if he’s joking or went insane.

he isn't really phased from ghosts, neither is his pokemon. ceruledge is one of the few pokémon that isn’t fazed by your team. it often stands protectively between amethio and your more mischievous Pokémon like (for example) misdreavus, who enjoys pranking people by floating off with their belongings. ceruledge gets really paranoid and assumes all your ghosts are evil at first.

amethio never disregards your interests, and tries his best help you enjoy them, even if he's not a fan of it himself.

— SILVER

silver is honestly pretty game with whatever crazy stuff you do, he didn't stop loving you after you did questionable things in order to see ghosts (he'd be apart of it anyway.)

first time meeting you silver already felt discomfort/concern. (not negative) he’d wonder if you had some hidden agenda, but over time, he’d notice how kind and sincere you are, even with your random outbursts, which would ease his initial distrust.

silver reluctantly tags along when you explore spooky ruins or abandoned buildings to “connect with spirits.” he’d grumble about how impractical it is, but goes anyway. (his honchkrow becomes your flashlight during these adventures.)

your spooky jokes and ghostly references catch him off guard, but he grows to enjoy your sense of humor. he won’t laugh out loud, but the corner of his mouth quirks up when you say something particularly clever. silver might even use them too, but to an extent. gold never understand the jokes...

when travelling on a mission sent by professor oak by the dex holders (gold, and crys mostly) he makes sure to find and pick up eerie trinkets and paranormal items to give to you on his return. he'd just silently sneak them in his pocket without the other two knowing, sometimes what he does though leads to a bigger problem.

"hey silver what are you doing! this place is completely abandoned don't touch that!" crys silently yelled (if you get it) in the corner.

silver unresponsive, shrugs and picks it up... suddenly a locked door opens "WHAT DID YOU DO?" gold yelled from the other room, echoing through the entire building.

"silver you pay for my life insurance."

"it's just another room, there might be something important we could give to professor oak there. you guys are just overreacting."

"GHOST!"

silver knows alot of paranormal information because of you, and it definitely saved the 3 idiots lifes maybe twice. lesson learned: don't go to abandoned haunted building, (unless you're a hex maniac the ghosts are pretty cool with you.)

it's not just him that gives the other trinkets, it's also vice-versa! you gift silver supposedly "haunted" charms, he's skeptical but carries it around anyway. when he wins a tough match, you proudly point at the many trinkets you gave him.

"the spirits were with you, horray!" you say celebrating.

"or maybe it was my training, but you know that works too."

silver has a beef with your pokemon, doesn't matter which he hates them and they hate him. (don't worry though) your pokemon like taunting him and whenever he complains, you brush it off as them bonding together.

“tell your pokémon to stop stealing my items,” he says, holding up a poké ball with a stone faced expression.

“it’s just trying to bond with you!” you reply.

“...bond less.”

[thisweekinfandomhistory]

To us, our X-people! This week, V and Emily try desperately to understand the X-Men-specific fic genre of Subreality, created by Kielle, a huge community builder who passed too soon. We look at many of Kielle's amazingly impressive undertakings in '90s and early '00s X-Men fandom, including the creation of Subreality and the Subreality Cafe, her website the Comic Fan-Fiction Authors Network (CFAN), the Comic Book Fan-Fiction Awards (CBFFAs), the Scratching Post, and, also, just how damn much she was beloved by her fellow X-Men fans. Special thanks go out to Nevanna @forest-of-stories, our lovely Patreon donor who requested this episode and agreed to have her brain picked by V, and to X-Men fandom veterans and friends of Kielle, Rossi and Dex, who also agreed to be interviewed by V and gently corrected her about Subreality (and what a "fictive" is).

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[sga-owns-my-soul]

this is so good!!!

[image ID: digital drawing of Teyla Emmagen, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay and Ronon Dex on a film set. teyla is dressed smartly and sitting down, the other three are standing and in costume, Rodney and Ronon slightly to the fore. Note at the bottom read: ‘Behind the scenes at the shoot for “Space Curve”: l to r, Director Teyla Emmagen, co-writer John Sheppard, as ‘Eranu’, co-writer Rodney McKay as ‘Uvavu’, Star/Producer Ronon Dex as ‘Commander Jason Orin’’ end ID]

At the kind suggestion of @cassiope25 have added some art to my ‘Starting New’ AU. (Note - most of the fic actually takes place in a coffee shop. This is just the most fun bit to draw).

[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.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[popcornforone]

DECEMBER

A part of the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

Masterlist

November

It’s here

The final entry of the Marcus Pike Diary & if I’m honest I’m really gonna miss the soft writing for him. He has finally got the life he deserved & I want to thank you all for coming on the 12 month journey with me. It’s been a pleasure. Please check out the Masterlist for the rest of the story.

Synopsis:- You have to convince Marcus to go wreath making.

Word count:- 800

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Swearing, alcohol, pregnancy(dont worry they don’t drink) piv Dex, teasing, pda, extremely fluffy & romantic, remember this is a diary so it’s all I.

Thank you all so much for reading the Diary. It’s really appreciated.

Marcus wasnt keen when I booked this up back in August, just before we went on holiday. He was like why do we need to do this. But today it all paid off & he’s been excited to do this for the last week.

We went wreath making. The little craft shop 2 blocks away does festive nights & I thought this would be the perfect chill evening for us both. I’ve done one with friends a couple of years ago & he said it was the best wreath ever, but this year I said we should both go. A nice couples evening.

We weren’t the only couple there. It was a mix of friendship groups, couples & sibling. All listening intently to the instructions. Marcus of course thought he was all over this. 5 mins in he was swearing.

“Fuck” he said after the 3rd Holly sprig poked him. “Bloody holly” he said having a sip of his champagne. He’s happy I’m pregnant, means he can drink & not worry, because I will be happy to drive him home. I mean he’s happy I’m pregnant for lots of reasons obviously but it means we don’t have to pay for taxis this holiday season.

“Language Marcus” I said not shouting when I drew blood a few minutes later.

“I just want it to be perfect baby” he said kissing my neck. Marcus is loving the PDA at the moment. Something about my bump showing is making him even more loving that usual. Or is it just my breast looking so fabulous & full.

80 minutes in & the hard part of the wreath was done. Holly, pines, eucalyptus, Christmas tree, all sorts of green Shrubbery covered them. Now it was time to decorate.

“Do you trust me Marcus?” I said as I went to go get items for us to put on the wreaths.

“Always baby” he said as he moved into another glass of fizz. His eyes widened when he saw how much stuff I brought back. “That’s a lot” he chuckles.

“Yes it is but I have an idea” I said. “We use all the same main materials but for the bells, stars, candy canes & glitter one of us uses pink & the other blue” he smiles.

“Oooh that’s a good idea” he says “hang on thought you didn’t want a gender reveal party” he said looking confused as we had talked about this.

“I don’t but it your family & mine will be together at your parents cabin for Christmas. We will know next week what we are having so we can arrive at the cabin & present them all with the correct colour wreath & the other one can be on our door at home.” Marcus kisses my forehead. His hand coved in sap from sorting out the greenary rubs my now showing bump.

“Clever girl” he says.

“I have my moment.”

Once our wreaths are made & we both look at them happily we take a photo of us holding them both wondering what we will be blessed with.

“Are you going to post all of your pregnancy on Instagram” he joked as we made our way back to our places once it was all over.

“Not all of it”

“Well seems like you have so far”

“Do you want me to post some of those naughty photos we took in the waterfall baby & that lagoon so everyone knows where bump was conceived” he turned bright red.

“True but I think when we get home I’m gonna need a reminder.”

I love my evening baths at the moment I’m having 2 a week & usually Marcus joins me for one a fortnight. Tonight was that night. The candles at the end of the bath. Soft rnb playing. How I sat in his lap. The way he washed my with the sponge. The way I feel so sensitive every time he pushes inside me. His fingers on my clit as I turn my head back to nip & kiss at his ear & neck. Soft moans as we slowly grind together. The water enhancing my pleasure. He still loves to pleasure me. Says even when I’m gonna be to tired & not physically able to be thrust into that he will still lick me out, make my pussy pur & make his face glisten. He loves me & he loves that my body is glowing with pregnancy.

I can’t believe the year is almost up diary. I’m now sat in bed while he does to make me a honey & hot water drink to have before bed. When he said new year new us back on New Year’s Eve, im not sure I really believed him. But I now know that next year will be a new beginning all over again.

I’m so happy with my life, my bump & my Marcus Pike. The man I would do anything for. My rock, my souls mate, my man.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Hai!! Can you do a dexven fic where Raven spot Dexter kissing Cupid on the chicks ( perharps smutty? Between dexven)

First no hate to Cupid. Not here to villainize her or throw hate at her this is just for the fic purpose

Anyway I’m a ride or die Dexven shipper and while I appreciate dex/cupid shipper Dexven is the one for meee

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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Raven didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this. Briar had organized a party for some occasion she couldn’t remember and to say it was… intense would be an understatement.

Streamers and banners lined the walls, two lines of tables filled to the brim with food and drinks, she’d even managed to get a disco ball.

“Come on Raven! We’ll be old hags by the time you get moving.” Raven listened to Apple as she pulled her further and further in the hall, leading her to Grimm knows where.

In truth she didn’t really want to be there, she had already had a full booked weekend and a party on a Monday night was not something on her bingo card.

But after all her friends urged her, saying it wouldn’t be the same without her, she’d obliged and now here she was getting dragged by Apple.

“Raven!” The two girls turned to look at Darling who was speed walking to them. They slowed down and walked in pace with a slightly panting Darling.

“Everything ok?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah Dexter asked me to tell you that he was looking for you.”

“And he couldn’t tell her himself because…?

“Oh it was in case he couldn’t find her.”

Raven felt her heart flutter a little at the mention of the one prince who made her heart swoon. Maybe it was because he was one of the only people who didn’t treat her like a monster when he first saw her or-.

“Last I know he was by the photo booth.” Raven blinked as she realized she’d been lost in thought. Heat of embarrassment made its way to her cheeks as she nodded at Darling.

“Thank you.”

She quickly walked off, a small pep in her step as she looked around. Hoping to catch a glimpse of his dark hair or blue eyes, eyes that seemed to mesmerize her.

But as she made it to the photo booth, Dexter was knower to be seen. In fact the only people near were a group of fan girls and Daring by a table.

Raven internally sighed as she made her way over. She’d figure that his brother would have seen him if he was here earlier.

“Daring?”

“-and then I unleashed my sword at the dragon-.”

“Daring.”

“-fire blasted everywhere and… oh hi Raven, what are you doing here.”

Raven gritted her teeth, she really didn’t have the patience today and Daring was testing to its limits. “Just wondering where Dexter is.”

Daring paused for a second, turning his attention to her and behind her head searching for his brother. “Sorry but I haven’t seen him.”

She quietly thanked him and walked off in further search.

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Dexter pushed through heaps of dancing bodies as he searched for Raven. Hoping to catch a glimpse of her violet eyes or ebony hair.

Tonight was the night, he’d decided, that he would finally confess to Raven his feelings for her. It seemed the right time after spending the last few weeks together constantly.

Suddenly as he passed by the photo booth he turned his head as he thought her heard her voice. Sure enough there he found Raven talking to… to Daring.

Why did she always have to be talking to Daring? Whenever he seeked her out, surprise surprise guess who is there making her smile. Daring.

He felt agitation rise within him, felt a bitter sort of jealousy as she walked closer to his brother.

Without an other word he spun on his heel, walking straight to an open table without looking in front of him.

He heard a feminine shriek as he slammed straight into a girl. “Oh Grimm I’m so sorry- Cupid? Here let me help you up.” Cupid giggled as he offered his hand, dusting her dress off.

“It’s ok. Accident happen. Anyway why do you look so glum? Not enjoying the party?” She lead them to the table, sitting next to him on the couch.

“No… it’s just- never mind. How’s your night going Cupid.” The girl smiled, her eyes lighting up as she scooted closer her heart bursting.

“Oh it’s going alright. Although… I really want to dance.” She fluttered her lashes at Dexter hoping that the message came across loud and clear.

Sometimes boys were slow.

“Then would you care to dance?” Cupid was jumping up before he could finish his sentence, pulling him up with her and practically running to the dance floor.

Just then a slow, gentle love song from some famous singer came on. Cupid rested her cheek on Dexters shoulder, a content smile on her face.

They swayed in the music for what felt like forever for her. The atmosphere screamed romantic and the buzz inside her yelled at her to test the waters.

So Cupid lifted her head, gazing directly to a seemingly distracted Dexter as she rose to the tiptoes. She’d kiss him and see where things went from there.

Dexters eyes widened as he saw Cupid reaching up, her lips slightly puckered and her eyes fluttering closed. He didn’t want to kiss her, so in his panic he turned his head.

He didn’t want to embarrass the poor girl, clearly he was giving her mixed signals. Instead he turned his head and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

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Raven found Dexter pretty quickly after, it was hard to miss him when he was standing in the middle of the dance floor with Cupid, swaying to some love song.

She thought her heart couldn’t construct much more, that she couldn’t feel more jealous and remorseful as she watched them.

But then his lips met her cheek, and his kissed her.

Raven let out an unconscious gasp, her hand clutching her skirt tightly as she went to run off. Yet as she did her eyes suddenly met his own.

They stared at each other for only a second before Raven tan off, her mind dizzy and swimming with endless possibilities. Did she get it all wrong?

Did she think Dexter liked but instead she was getting mixed signals? Maybe she read into it too much. Besides they weren’t even a thing, or anything close to one.

“Raven!”

She paused in her steps, shivering as the cool air hit her bare skin. She watched as Dexter ran after her, his eyes nearly frantic.

“Wait please!”

She did. Grimm curse her she did and stayed rooted on the spot as he now stood before her, his hair softly blowing in the wind as she stared at her.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

She tilted her head, why was he even concerned with telling her this when they so clearly weren’t together.

“I don’t understand…”

“The kiss with Cupid. It’s not what it looks like.”

Dexters eyes were searching her face, no doubt for any hints of what she was feeling. Instead Raven gave him a friendly smile as she stepped forward.

“There’s nothing to explain. It’s very clear Dexter.”

“I know but-.”

“You really don’t need to. I completely understand.”

“You do! Oh thank Grimm I-.”

“We are just friends after all. So it doesn’t… matter.”

Dexter was left to gaze at where Raven once stood as she gave him a little smile and walked of.

Friends… of course they were friends.

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If I had a coin for every time these two unintentionally friend zoned one an other I’d be riiicchhh

Anyway got science exams starting Monday and safe to say is that I’m going to kms because tf do you mean I already have exams

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

[randall-lloyd]

Warning: Rudy gets VERY sappy and a lot of people are abt to be tagged n told how radical they are IM SORRY THAT YOURE GETTING A STUPID NOTIF LIKE THIS

So the past.... Month. Has been very eventful. Coping with a rough break up, work being hard. I'm almost 21 I kinda figured it'd be rough being in my 20s. I really was expecting it to be the end of the world, but then I made a really good choice.

I joined a few discord servers over this month, and I can't begin to explain just how wonderful that's been for my mental health.

I've made so many new beautiful friends who just mean the world to me, and those new friends along with old friends and my beautiful angel wife who's stuck with me while we both heal, it's just nice.

I wanna say a few words [or a lot words. I'm a yapper] and I jus wanna really detail my appreciation for the following people.

@your-pal-smoochins, my perfect angel wife. You and I have had a lot of things against us. You've been such an amazing support system through these past couple years and I don't tell you enough just how much I love and appreciate everything you do for me. You lift me up when I really need it and I've never felt more loved than when you've been by my side. Thanks for being my rock, my sun moon and stars, and just thank you for being mine. You do so much more than you give yourself credit for, having escaped the situation you were in and going to college. You're so strong, and you're my beautiful angel forever.

@carbonateddelusion Rox! You were one of the first friends I made when everything got locked down and my first memory of you was drawing some of my guys. I dunno if you know but those gifts are still in my phone. I look at those and your newer stuff and I'm just beyond amazed at your progress. You've been a really amazing friend and I love you, man. You really rock, rox [yes that was on purpose]

@toondamien Damien!! one of my very first tumblr friends and the guy who lets me use his oc for my story stuff! You're a little older than me, and as such you've kinda been a role model to me. I still look up to you [metaphorically, hehe] and I'm glad you're my No. 1 DSAF mutual. You're great, dude.

@springlucked Spring. Though we only started talking recently, you are still someone I consider a dear friend. Your fics got me out of some really bad art blocks and my really low days. While Dearly Detested makes me cry and fills me with just the right amount of emotions to break a tree in half, you are so awesome. Your writing is so good and you're so humble when you get gift art from people regarding your fics. You are like a slightly bothersome little sister and for that I love you, ya lil punk.

@dexabite Dex Dane Dexabite Freakabite Miller Jekyll Jade [not real name. obviously] my sworn enemy /j. Your art rocks. Your art inspired a lot of my more detailed pieces and your character design stuff actually made me wanna branch out more not just with character design, but also poses and colors! You're an inspiration to this guy who mainly draws that dumb orange boy and ily /p

@igottoo MJ!! Like if I was a second person! You rock dude. Your art? slaps. Your animation? slaps. Your insane jokes? Slaps. you unintentionally gave me a pose reference that made me leap out of my comfort zone and yknow what? People loved it!! And thats because you're so cool! We scarily have a lot in common so the reasonable assumption is we are in fact the same guy [silly] but i love you to BITS /p. My lagomorphed brethren and the guy I'll be sending my Dave doodles to before showing the public. You're a bro, dawg. As the No. 1 Old Sport fan I'm VERY glad I'm best pals with THE No. 1 Dave Miller fan.

thank you all for being my friends. You guys make my heart full and make me wanna keep working towards being a good person

[kotlcpuppetshow]

secret santa :)

Hi @squishmallow36, I was your secret santa! And I am so terribly sorry! This was written almost entirely between the times of 10 PM and 3 AM across the span of five days, so I'd like to apologize for a) the bad writing b) the projecting c) how ooc they are d) the weird, abrupt ending, and e) everything. Regardless, it is very much a Fedex story, and writing it was a lot of fun (this fic might have converted me into shipping them fr fr). Fitz is very pathetic /pos in this, so hopefully you’re a fan of that in fics :) Hope you enjoy!

story takes place in a neverseenless au (don't think too hard about how that works), tw for panic attacks, accidental self harm (related to the panic attacks), & mentions of shitty parenting

@song-tam thanks for hosting :)

Fitz didn’t want to be here, shopping in Atlantis. He was completely zoned out, foot tapping against the ground as his mind wandered, steadfastly ignoring the passage to Sophie’s mind. He didn’t want to think about her. What he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and rot for the next month, but Biana had dragged him to this outing, stating that it was time he stopped wallowing and left the house. Admittedly, she was probably right, as she often was, but that didn’t make him any happier about it. Especially since he was now stuck making incredibly awkward conversation with one Dex Diznee. Biana and Linh were off cooing at the murcats, while Tam was desperately trying to prevent his twin from buying another pet. So, since Dex was banned from the store for reasons he refused to say, and Fitz simply didn’t feel like staring at cute animals his father would never let him get, they ended up standing outside together and talking. Speaking of which…

“Hey, Wonderboy, you there?” Dex was waving a hand in front of his face, looking mildly annoyed.

Fitz snapped back into the present, suddenly remembering that there was a conversation he was meant to be engaged in. “Sorry, mind drifted off,” he apologized, still a little distracted. “Uh, what were you saying?”

Dex scoffed. “Have you not been listening at all?” He looked a little hurt, crossing his arms and shifting his body further away from him. “Y'know what, forget about it.” “Sorry,” Fitz repeated, cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. He really hadn’t meant to ignore him. “I just… have a lot going on right now.”  Which was an understatement - with him finding out Sophie and Keefe were together (and had kissed) just a few days ago, and their cognate bond being nearly broken, and his dad practically giving him the silent treatment for getting that close to losing such a powerful bond, he was more than a little preoccupied.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Dex muttered under his breath, glaring at the tiles at his feet.

Fitz felt the corners of his mouth tug downward, eyebrows furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, Wonderboy,” Dex was facing him again, smirk back on his face, but the nickname had a bite in it that he hadn’t heard in a while - not since one of Dex’s weird inventions had accidentally exploded and hit him, and he apologized for hating him.

“What is with you?” It was Fitz’s turn to cross his arms, posture turning defensive.

“There’s nothing with me,” Dex scowled. “I just think that if you think talking to me is so beneath you, the least you could do is be honest about it.”

Fitz just blinked at that, bewildered. He really didn’t have an answer - that couldn’t be further from the truth. He genuinely enjoyed the other’s company the majority of the time, and vice versa (or so he hoped). He wasn’t sure what brought this sudden outburst of bitterness. Had he done something wrong? Was this yet another person he had mistreated, unknowingly or not, in the past few weeks? A pang of guilt ran through him at the idea that he had hurt Dex without realizing.

Unfortunately, Dex seemed to take his silence as confirmation, continuing, “I mean, what could possibly be weighing you down so much? Perfect relationship, perfect family, all the money and power and popularity and fame you could ever want constantly at your fingertips,” he was practically spitting the words out now, anger tainting his tone. “No wonder you still don’t want to talk to someone like me!”

“Is that what this is about?” Fitz cut in. “I thought we were past this.” His eyes narrowed, catching Dex’s gaze and then quickly glancing away. He couldn’t deny being offended, and a little hurt, that despite everything, Dex only saw him as Alden's golden child, who had never faced a struggle in his life. The comment about his “perfect relationship” stung especially, like digging into a fresh wound.

“Am I wrong?” Dex growled, straightening to his full height to look down at him.

Fitz intended to make a biting comment about how yes, actually, he was very wrong, and his privilege didn’t prevent him from suffering, and hadn’t Dex realized that when he nearly blew him up, but what ended up slipping out of his mouth was, “Sophie and I broke up.”

Dex faltered. “Oh,” he said dumbly.

“Oh,” Fitz mocked. Despite his unexpected comment ripping most of the fight out of him, he still felt like being a little mean.

“When…?”

“Two days ago, technically,” he mumbled, “but we had been taking a break for a few weeks before that because of an…” he glanced sidelong at Dex, wondering how much to tell him, “an argument.”

“You mean about Sophie’s unmatchable status,” he clarified.

Well. Evidently, he didn’t have to worry about how much to tell him. He had a brief moment of panic and anger - did Sophie tell him everything? About his initial reaction, and later on, the way he’d tried to pressure her? The fact that she had kissed Keefe? Was that why Dex was acting so strangely? - before he pushed it down firmly. She had every right to talk to him about it, and if Dex was judging him for it, then could Fitz really blame him? He was certainly judging himself for it.

Apparently his emotions were showing, because Dex continued with, “Don’t worry, the only thing she told me was about being unmatchable. I think she even talked to me about it before you, actually. I just guessed you might be mad about that.”

“I was,” he admitted hesitantly, trying not to be hurt by the fact that Sophie had confided in Dex before him. “The way I reacted was, uh, not great. Not because I have something against bad matches,” he hurried to clarify. “If one of my friends was a bad match, I’d be completely fine with it as long as they were happy. But I felt like it was different for me. A lot of people still look down on bad matches, and I felt guilty about doing that to my family. To my parents, especially after Alvar and Biana.” He was referring, of course, to his older brother’s renouncement of the Vackers a few years back. He’d essentially disowned himself, and had been criticizing the family rather loudly since, a source of embarrassment for his parents. More recently, and more secretively, Biana had moved out of Everglen after a disastrous argument with their father, and was now happily living with Tiergan along with the twins.

Dex had looked increasingly more dubious as he kept rambling, but nearing the end his eyebrows had shot up. “Felt,” he noted. “Past tense?”

“I recently realized that ‘bringing shame onto your family’ shouldn’t be as big of a deal as it is to me?” he phrased it as a question, still not entirely sure what that meant. “I talked to my siblings - yes, both of them,” he confirmed, catching Dex’s surprised expression, “and they pointed out that if our parents weren’t willing to accept one of their children being a bad match, that was on them. Alvar was really annoying about it too, kept saying ‘I told you so’. But, yeah, I don’t really care anymore. Not that I got to tell Sophie that.” He mumbled the last sentence under his breath, but Dex still managed to catch it.

“Why did she break up with you then?” he questioned - then paused, eyes widening in realization. “Does it have to do with Keefe?”

Fitz just looked away, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, it totally does,” Dex decided. “What happened? Did they kiss? I know he’s liked Sophie for forever, did he make a move first? Did she get over the ‘Great Foster Oblivion’?”

Upon him not responding, Dex backed off.”Sorry. I’m being pushy. If it makes you feel any better, she rejected me too. Just proves that she has bad taste, right?”

It startled a laugh out of him, and he looked back over in time to see Dex wink at him, and he felt himself blush, much to his surprise. To be fair, he was hardly wrong. With his periwinkle eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and freckles, Dex was very cute. And pretty, for that matter. Fitz wasn’t sure how he’d managed to miss how attractive the younger boy was, actually.

“For sure,” he agreed. He would have said more, but Linh and Biana walked out at that moment, Linh holding an entire Direwolf cub in her arms and looking very pleased with herself. Tam trudged out after them, tugging on his bangs so hard it looked like he was about to rip them out. Biana glanced around before finding them and smiling brightly, strutting over.

“Hope you two weren’t too bored out here,” she greeted them cheerfully.

“Nah, we were talking,” Dex smiled back, dimples making an appearance. “We’re having lots of fun.”

Fitz hummed in agreement, letting his eyes linger on the other boy for a moment too long before turning to Biana. His sister raised an eyebrow at him, subtly asking him a question. Just as subtly, he answered by slowly extending his middle finger. She scoffed.

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He started talking with Dex more after that. Long imparter calls, trips over to Rimeshire (Dex had admitted that he felt insecure at Everglen, and Fitz was more than willing to oblige - Kesler and Juline were incredibly sweet, and the triplets, though menaces, were a source of constant entertainment). They had started confiding in each other, Dex about Rex’s talentlessness and how he feared for how his brother would be treated once the rest of the elven world found out, and Fitz about how he felt pressure to be perfect, and that he often wished he wasn’t his father’s favorite.

It was during one of his trips to Rimeshire that he realized that he was crushing hard on Dex.

They were making mallowmelt, so they were in the kitchen, baking. Or rather, Fitz was baking. Dex was sitting on the countertop watching, having claimed that the dough could sense his fear.

They were chatting about everything and nothing while he worked, from what pets they would get if they could to the abilities they wanted as a kid.

“You never thought about being a technopath? Really?” Fitz questioned. “Honestly, I don’t think I could see you as anything else.” They were waiting for the mallowmelt to finish baking, so he was leaning against the counter, the crystal chilly against his skin.

“It came as kind of a disappointment,” Dex explained. “I actually have no idea when I manifested, since I’ve always been good with tech. There was no fun, all new ability that suddenly appeared, so it was really underwhelming. My parents were over the moon when we realized, though. I think my dad cried.”

“I don’t think my dad’s ever been prouder of me than when I manifested as a telepath,” Fitz said, only slightly joking. “Alvar resented me for it at the time, though. He saw it as confirmation that he was being upstaged by his younger brother. It’s ironic, though, because we both wanted to switch places. I wanted to be a vanisher so badly when I was younger. Having everyone’s eyes on you, all the time, waiting for you to live up to your potential… I just wanted a  break, you know?”

Dex nodded, gaze thoughtful. “I get that. Having people constantly expecting something from you is exhausting,” he agreed. “For me, they were expecting failure, not success, but I guess it puts a lot of pressure on you either way.”

Fitz opened his mouth, about to respond, but at that moment the timer went off. He jumped up to turn it off and get the mallowmelt out of the oven, carefully sliding the hot pan onto the counter. Dex was already reaching for it, with no apparent concern for the fact that the gooey dish was practically still bubbling. Fitz smacked his hand away gently.

“Wait,” he chided. “You’ll burn yourself.”

Dex rolled his eyes playfully. “You just have to ruin all my fun, don’t you.”

He held his hands up in mock surrender, tossing the other a fork. “Go right ahead, then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Grinning widely, Dex scooped up a heaping, steaming bite and brought it to his mouth… and immediately regretted it, judging by the way he started panting and fanning his face.

“Hot, hot, hot!” he yelped through a mouthful of food. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

Exasperated and amused, Fitz feigned disappointment, pretending to lecture him, but couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face.

Once Dex had downed an entire bottle of Youth or whatever they’re called and the mallowmelt had cooled a sufficient amount, they settled into a comfortable silence while eating. Fitz finished first, and simply watched as the technopath shoveled his (second) piece down his throat, a laugh bubbling up at the way the mallowmelt smeared across his lips.

Dex looked up, eyes wide. “What? What’s funny?”

“You have a little something there,” Fitz said, unthinkingly reaching up to wipe it away. His breath caught in his throat as his hand made contact with Dex’s face, pausing in its action. The other boy was blushing, the tips of his ears and his cheeks bright red.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, retracting his arm. He was suddenly all too aware of his heart beating too fast in his chest, the soft pink haze clouding his mind with thoughts of how perfect Dex looked, and oh, he knew this feeling. He knew this feeling all too well.

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Fitz hadn’t meant to come here. Really, he hadn’t. What he intended to do was head to Solfreef and get Biana to calm him down. In his enraged state, though, he wasn’t thinking quite clearly, and had yelled out “Rimeshire!”, and since he didn’t have any other leaping crystals on him, his only choice was to stay.

He knocked firmly on the door. It took Dex a few minutes to get there, and he was greeted with the sight of a still fuming Fitz pacing back and forth, hands clenched into fists so tightly his nails sent sharp flashes of pain across his nerves.

“Do you want to come inside?” he asked hesitantly after a few seconds without a reaction to him opening the door.

Fitz stopped, turning towards him. “Yeah,” he sighed, one hand coming up to drag through his hair.

They didn’t talk for a while after heading inside, but eventually Dex spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Fitz muttered, shoulders coming up defensively.

“Okay…” he didn’t push, and, a little nervously, he offered another solution; “Y’know, I keep hearing about this human thing called rage rooms. They’re - well, they’re exactly what they sound like, they’re places people can go to break stuff and get out some anger. And I’ve been thinking, there are some things that I know my parents wouldn’t mind mysteriously disappearing…”

Fitz blinked a few times in surprise, realizing what he was suggesting. “No, I couldn’t-” he began, only to be cut off by Kesler poking his head around the corner.

“Please do!” he chirped. “Sorry for eavesdropping, but I’d like to offer this,” he said, holding up a horribly ugly yeti statue with telekinesis, “for your consideration.”

“See?” Dex asked, jerking his thumb in the direction of the statue. “That thing is begging to be destroyed.”

Fitz laughed slightly, some of the tension seeping out of his frame. “Well, that’s hard to argue with.”

The two were practically giving him puppy eyes now, and to be fair, it probably would do him good to let off some steam. Not to mention, they were absolutely right. That statue needed to be put out of its misery.

That was how he ended up in a clearing somewhere in the Diznee’s estate, taking a metal club to a crystal yeti statue. The fragile stone broke easily, shattering into pieces that flew everywhere with each swing. For the most part, they ended up in the grass or caught in his jerking, but a few had embedded themselves in his hands, scratching the skin he had uncovered. He’d been at it for a while, and by now he could feel the anger bubbling beneath his skin ebbing. His jaw was still clenched tightly, though, and remained that way until he collapsed in the grass, sitting a few meters away from the shattered remains of the statue and breathing heavily.

Dex approached from the edge of the clearing, where he had been standing the entire time, looking slightly shaken.

Wait. Dex had been watching the entire time. He’d seen him at his worst, letting his anger control him - the same anger that had driven Sophie away, had ruined his friendship with Keefe, had put a gap between him and his siblings. Breathing started to become difficult, and the shaky gasps he’d been taking didn’t seem to be enough. His vision blurred and distorted, Dex turning into a whirl of colors as he approached. He wrung his hands, accidentally pushing the shards of crystal still there further into his flesh. He winced at the pain. He grasped weakly at his jerkin, the thick material feeling suffocating, but his hands were shaking too hard to remove it.

“Fitz?”

The voice came to him as if through a fog, drifting into his consciousness. He stared blankly at the face in his vision, not recognizing the features despite their familiarity. Suddenly, he became aware of someone else’s hands, warm and calloused, grabbing his own.

“Dex?” he croaked, blinking away tears that he hadn’t realized he’d shed. “Why are you still here?”

The technopaths eyebrows were furrowed, concern painted across his face. He gave a small laugh that didn’t seem ingenuine despite clearly not being humorous, and asked, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I-” Fitz hiccuped softly, tears still running down his face and drying uncomfortably on his face, “I break everything I touch. See?” he gestured at the wreck over his shoulder. “I ruin everything good thing I have, but I’m still trying to hang on to you even though I’m just going to end up hurting you. You- you shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?”

The grip on his hands tightened, but immediately eased when he hissed in pain.

“That’s not true, FItz,” Dex insisted. “It’s not. You-” he paused, examining the crystal in his skin. “Let’s get these out first, but I can and will make an extensive list of all the reasons why you’re a good person and a good friend.”

“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings,” he mumbled, doubting Dex’s words even as the other boy gently pried the shards out of his flesh, cradling his hands like he was someone worth caring about. “I know that I’m not someone- I mean, I’m likeable, but only if you don’t know me.I’m not loveable, not the way you are.”

“I love you,” Dex blurted out. Immediately, his eyes widened in surprise at himself, but he continued. “I do! I didn’t really mean to say that, but I really, really do think I love you.” Here, he took a breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to do next. “Not just in a friend way, either. And sorry if that’s weird, or if this is the wrong time, which is definitely is-”

Fitz couldn’t help it. He kissed him. It wasn’t very elegant, their lips smushing together awkwardly and both of them not entirely prepared, but it felt right.

“I love you too,” he breathed out quietly, the moment feeling too intimate for anything louder than a whisper.

“Oh,” Dex was smiling uncontrollably. “Thanks.” He paused. “Wait, not ‘thanks’. That’s weird. That was a weird thing to say.”

“Yeah, it was,” Fitz laughed. “Good thing I like weird.”

They were both grinning like idiots now, staring lovestruck at each other and slowly leaning in. Their lips met again, and for that moment, Fitz felt all his troubles fade away. All that existed in the world was them, them and the way they held each other, them and the way he felt worthy. Loved. Valued for him.