#dex fic

[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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[everlastingdreams]

Dropping a quick short list of the Daredevil stuff I've written in the past. Showing my Into My Bloodstream series some love because that thing helped get me into longfics. (And this may be the excellent time with the new show and all.)

Ben Poindexter x Reader : Into My Bloodstream series:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35

Dex x Reader Sugar Crush series:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

Foggy Nelson x Reader:

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not.

Daredevil x Reader :

Love Is Blind

The Spanish Disaster

Fight ‘Em ‘Till You Can’t

A Falling Star part 1

A Falling Star Part 2

Hearts On fire

Final Masquerade

Under My Skin

[evansbuck-ley]

don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby

rating: mature

chapter: 1/10

pairing: bucktommy

will they, won’t they (one day inspired) au

snippet

“How old are you?” Tommy asked cautiously. His thumb came to brush over his birthmark as he stared down into his eyes. “I’m 21.” A groan escaped Tommy’s mouth followed by a laugh as his head dropped.

“Evan, I’m 31; ten years older than you. I was discharged from the Army when you were in middle school.” Evan’s hand came to grab Tommy at the base of his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss, which Tommy willingly complied. “I don’t care.” He whispered against his lips. His right leg came to hook around Tommy’s waist, pulling him down until they were flush together. Taking advantage of the leverage he had, he rolled his hips against Tommy's, pulling a delicious, deep groan from the older man’s throat.

Begrudgingly, Tommy untangled himself from Evan and pushed himself up so he was sat on his heels in between his legs. He looked down at him for a moment, taking in the beauty that was Evan. From his thick thighs, his heaving chest that had a pale pink blush blooming across it, his kiss-swollen lips that were parted and practically begging for more, all the way to his eyes; his pupils so blown the blue couldn’t hardly be seen.

A sign escaped from Tommys lips, his hands coming to run down Evan’s thighs before stopping at his hips, gripping onto them tightly. “We shouldn’t do this.” He felt the regret flood over him immediately, stopping was the last thing to do, but he knew it was for the best.

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[midasx9]

i keep thinking about marella losing her two closest friends after dex and sophie got kidnapped. i don't know maybe i'm insane

[front-facing-pokemon]

[thekeeperkidsadoptivemom]

so like, everyone on the council hooks up, right? otherwise what’s the point

[horribleprotagonist]

my favorite dex headcannon ever is that he has a peanut allergy. that's my stupid guy, he'll die if he eats a reeses cup

[ambernotember]

911/omgcp crossover🏒 🏒 🏒 (for @herrmannhalsteadproduction, because I mentioned it and then I wanted to share some of it)

Will knocks on the office door. “Captain Nash?”

The man at the desk looks up at him and smiles. “You must be William. Come on in,” he gestures to the empty chair across from him. “Let’s get the paperwork finalized and then we’ll give you a tour of the place.”

Will flips through the paperwork, adding his signature in the appropriate places and putting aside the copies he’ll need to keep. He pauses on the one labeled “Food preferences and allergies”.

“Um, I understand why you’d want a copy of allergies, but why food preferences?” Will asks.

Captain Nash smiles. “We do a lot of family dinners here. I’d hate to make something you couldn’t eat.”

“Oh, uh,” Will can feel his ears getting hot. “Well that’s - that’s kind. Um,” he clears he throat a little bit before continuing. “I actually cooked a lot for my team in college, if you ever need some help.”

Captain Nash’s smile gets bigger. “We’ve got everything covered for this shift, but I’ll definitely get you started next shift. It’ll be nice to have some extra hands around.”

“I also bake,” Will says before he can stop himself.

Nash laughs. “We are lacking in the baking department. You might get put on permanent duty.”

They sit in a comfortable silence while Will finishes the paperwork, double checking the two piles and storing his copies safely in his duffle bag.

“Let’s get you set up with a locker and introduce you to the rest of the team,” Nash says, clapping him on the shoulder as he guides him out of the office.

“Sounds good Captain Nash.”

He laughs again. “Please, just call me Bobby. We’re not that formal here.”

”Pretty much everyone calls me Dex,” Will offers.

Bobby’s eyes crinkle. “Buck’ll be disappointed you came with a ready-made nickname.”

”Sorry…?” Dex replies.

“It will save a whole shift of possibilities. You’ll be glad.” He points to the cubbies they’ve stopped in front of. “Here, your gear will be in the last one in the row. We don’t have a new nameplate yet, but the team knows it’s yours. Locker room is just through here, you can grab any of the empty ones.”

— — —

“So, how was the first shift?” Derek asks as soon as he walks into the house.

“Long, busy, but good. The team is really nice, they’d remind you a bit of our team.” Will flops down onto the couch and accepts the coffee Derek hands him.

“Loud and codependent?”

Will snorts. “Surprisingly accurate. Chim’s even married to Buck’s sister so some literal family connections there.”

“Chim?” Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

“Chimney – not his real name, and no, I don’t know why they call him that — yet.”

“That’s gotta be a good story, let me know when you find out.” Derek sits down next to Will with his own coffee and a plate with two pastries on it. “I went on an adventure while you were at work, try these out.”

[tennessoui]

emerging from a fugue state just in time for wip wednesday

Vokara Che sits down across the desk from him with a pinched expression on her face. “I was under the impression that Master Kenobi called for this appointment, Master Skywalker.”

He did. Or, more precisely, his healing portal account did. Which Anakin accessed and then used to type out a missive in his master’s voice requesting to meet as soon as possible.

“Right, well,” Anakin says, shifting in his seat. “Something came up.”

Che does not look impressed. “Be that as it may,” she says delicately, “I am unable to discuss a patient’s medical history with a third party if the third party is neither present at the time nor has given me direct permission to do so.”

Anakin stares, feeling the first flickerings of real, dangerous fury well up in his gut. “But,” he says carefully. “He’s still sick. He, uh. Told me about it. And then we found a solution. To the problem.”

“The problem,” Che repeats, tilting her head and looking at Anakin as if she’s intent on studying him. 

“The hanahaki,” he spits. It’s a disgusting word. It’s one of the worst words he’s ever learned, and he can’t believe she’s making him say it. He can’t believe she’s being so—so cold when he’s telling her that Obi-Wan is still ill, that Obi-Wan is still dying, that Obi-Wan needs to be here to see her and he’s not. “Look,” he adds, leaning forward in his chair, “a few months ago a series of files were uploaded accidentally to my healing portal, but they were notes from one of Obi-Wan’s appointments. They were your notes from Obi-Wan’s visit. I know you know I know.”

Vokara Che looks at him and then looks down at the datapaad in front of her, lips thinned and lekku twitching. “I must apologize then,” she says, swiping through the files in front of her until she finds something that she lingers on. Her fingers dance across the screen of the datapaad, then it goes dark. “For the breach in ethicacy that you and Master Kenobi both experienced because of the Halls of Healing. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Master Skywalker. All files that were incorrectly uploaded have been deleted from your healing portal.”

Anakin looks at her and bites his cheek hard enough to bleed so that he doesn’t start screaming instead.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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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.

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[labor9]

excerpts from my tgwdlm analog horror thatll never happen

this is maybe an offshoot of my "base timeline" au/theory where tgwdlm Did end with paul blowing up the meteor and everyone in turn, and the show is just a million rewrites from pokeys pov . that are happening to their damned eternal souls going through it forever

[deepmilkshakekitten]

Why is the kotlc fandom kinda dead on ao3 😭😭 i swear very few ppl check their comments on fics they make or like comment much in general

Maybe im on the dead side 😢

[911coded]

Chapter 9: I’m Gonna Be

Buck blinked against the sunlight drifting across his face when he woke the next morning. For a moment, he forgot where he was, but the muscled arm across his midsection leading to a beautiful masculine face sleeping peacefully next to him brought the memory back, and with a content hum and sleepy smile, he relaxed back into the hotel sheets. 

“My Tommy is bitchy and sarcastic. He tells terrible jokes, likes monster truck rallies, never passes up a slice of cake, and cries at movies. That’s the Tommy I want, that’s the one…the one I fell in love with.”

“You love me?” Tommy breathed out.

“Yes. Of course I love you, I want a future with you. I want-I want everything with you. There is no first and last, there’s just you,” Buck replied and reached for Tommy’s hands, pulling him forward to stand between Buck’s knees. “I see you Tommy Kinard and I love you. I want to know all the parts of you, even the ones you hate. You came into my life and I felt free for the first time. Not because I realized that I had been bisexual all along, but because I feel like I don’t have to hide when I’m with you. I can be myself with you, not just what you expect or what you find useful, but just Evan. You have always just seen Evan and I don’t think you realize what a gift that was for me, to be seen and adored for nothing but who I am. I love that you are a little mean to people who don’t take you seriously. I love that you have terrible taste in jokes and entertainment but will listen to me ramble on for hours about whatever subject has caught my interest. I love that you are just as baffled by my lack of pop culture knowledge as everyone else, but your response is not to mock me or make me feel less than, but to share all the pop culture you love with me so I know what you are talking about. Most of all, I love how strong you are and how strong you have had to be just to be standing here in front of me.”

 Tommy bent down, brushed a kiss against Buck’s lips, and leaned in until their foreheads met. “I love you too. So much I don’t know what to do with it,” Tommy whispered shakily as he stroked his thumb across Buck’s birthmark. “You terrify me Evan Buckley, what could you possibly need from me?”

“Just love me. Please love me?” Buck pleaded, beyond caring how needy he sounded. 

“Always,” Tommy breathed. A few tears dripped on their clasped hands and Buck pulled Tommy astride his lap on the bed, clutching at his back as Buck let go of whatever restraint he possessed with the joy that rushed through his body and zinged in his brain. Mine. Tommy shoved Buck back on the bed and attacked his mouth with biting kisses that tasted like relief and joy as he licked into Buck’s mouth. Buck moaned with the relief of being pressed up against Tommy’s hard chest and attempted to flip them over, forgetting that his legs were still dangling off the edge. With snorts of laughter and a couple of giggles, they managed to scoot to the top of the bed where Buck draped himself across Tommy like a weighted blanket and proceeded to take possession of his mouth, humming as Tommy’s hands slipped under his shirt to gently scratch along his spine.

Tommy began making the snuffling sound in his sleep that meant he was waking up, and Buck soaked in the last few moments of Tommy’s arms holding him together after the stress of the last two months. Tommy hummed under his breath and pulled Buck into his chest, wrapping both arms around Buck without opening his eyes and ran the tip of his nose up the back of his neck and into his hair. It felt like Tommy wanted to pull Buck under his skin, tuck him in his ribcage, and keep him there. Buck found that he really wouldn’t mind.

“Mmm, I missed the way you smell,” Tommy whispered. 

“Are you saying I stink?” Buck asked with a playful whine.

“It’s your Evan stink, I love it,” Tommy replied with a grin, and Buck barked a laugh that turned into giggles as Tommy traced callused fingertips across his ribs.

“Tommy!” Buck attempted to wriggle away, but Tommy rolled him beneath his bulk and held him against the mattress with his nose tucked against Buck’s throat with a pleased hum.

“We need to leave for the mountain; they’re expecting us this morning,” Tommy murmured.

“Nooo, five more minutes,” Buck whined in truth, reluctant to let the real world back in to potentially ruin what they had tentatively managed to piece together last night.

“I’m pretty sure we’ve already used up our five extra minutes when you let me continue to sleep while you stared at me like a creep.”

Buck let out a petulant huff, “Fine!” Tommy chuckled and watched Buck stomp off to the bathroom for a shower and rolled off the bed to see if he could find something in his bag suitable to wear for a day of training in an underground bunker.

**************

“Alright, lads, if you will take a seat, we need to get you up to date on any vaccinations you will need for off-planet and a couple that are specific for Pegasus. Is there anything in your medical history that we need to know right away? One of the forms we gave you this morning will take care of getting your medical records, but if there is anything we need to know now, this is the time to share.” They had been introduced to the doctor checking them out when they were escorted to the infirmary, but Buck, in his nervousness, had immediately forgotten the man’s name. He knew his medical history was a bit much already, but he was determined to bring up the potential problem that had only occurred to him last night.

“Oh, uh, it probably won’t be a problem, but I have a rod in my leg from a crush injury about five years ago. And I was struck by lightning about a year and a half ago, but my cardiologist says that so far, there is no lasting damage. I’ll just need to keep an eye on it,” Buck said, starting with the easy stuff first. At least he thought it was the easy stuff; the expressions on the faces of the doctor and nurses staring at him in disbelief told him that he was wrong. Buck could feel himself shrinking in on himself in embarrassment, but Tommy’s bitchy amused smirk from his own gurney on the other side of the room caused him to straighten his spine if only so Buck could stick his tongue out at him, “I mean, that’s the worst of it?”

“That’s the-are you sure this is your first contact with the stargate? Your medical history sounds like someone from one the gate teams?!” the doctor sputtered out.

Buck shrugged and scrunched up his forehead in confusion. “Well, I don’t know about that. Saving the planet is surely more dangerous than being a firefighter in LA.”

The doctor opened his mouth to respond and abruptly closed it again. “If you say so….anything else you want to tell me?” he asked hesitantly. 

Buck rubbed a hand across the back of his neck absently, “Um, well….not sure if this matters, but anyone studying the Alteran gene would probably be interested in the fact that I’m a savior sibling? I don’t know if that means the gene comes from my family or not.”

The doctor’s head snapped up from making notes about their results, and his attention was firmly on Buck now. “Fascinating. Do you have any information on the clinic and the city perhaps where it happened? I can get someone to look into it for us and see what we can find out.” 

“I’ll, um, have to ask my parents. They haven’t really shared much information and my sister was only 9 or 10 at the time so she doesn’t know many details,” Buck shared.

“That’s ok, just get us a ballpark to start from and we’ll take it from there. There’s no reason that any part of your medical history should be kept from you, lad, no matter how it came about.” The doctor awkwardly pat Buck on the shoulder before backing off as another man enters the infirmary to lean casually in the doorway with crossed arms. It’s the same man that was standing with Tommy watching the stargate, with the fluffy salt and pepper hair.

“All done, Carson? Hey there, Tommy!” The man smiles at Tommy then turns to Buck amd reaches out a hand, “I’m General John Sheppard, you can call me John. I’m the base commander for Atlantis and if Carson is done with his vampire schtick, me and Ronon will be running your physical assessment while I give you the rundown of what I envision your team to look like. Do I call you Buckley? Buck? Evan?” he asked. 

“Buck is fine, sir.” 

“Ew, no. No sirs from civilians, it gives me the heebie jeebies. Call me John, Sheppard, or if you must, General,” John shuddered dramatically and Buck realized that this is General Sheppard or Sheppard from Dave’s stories and maybe Tommy’s pilot? Buck looked over to Tommy, caught his eye and lifted an eyebrow then glanced at John and back at Tommy. Tommy sighed, rolled his eyes and nodded. John looked them back and forth, shrugged and set off down the hallway, “Follow me, kids! We’re off to see what you can do!”

After several confusing hallways and a ride up in the elevator, the three of them arrived in a blank, cavernous room that only showed that they had found the gym was the floor covered in mats and various exercise equipment. In the center of the mat covered space was a slightly older man with a full beard and long hair pulled up in a messy bun with some sort of scrunchy. He was slowly working his way through a series of katas that Buck didn’t recognize and he moved with a precision and grace that Buck admired and wanted to learn. The man was ignoring the small crowd of onlookers cluttering the benches lining one side of the room and only looked up with a shout of his name from John. So this was Ronon, from Pegasus. When he stood at his full height at attention, Buck realized that he was even taller than Tommy and was maybe about the same age. Without the beard, he would look no older than Buck.

John wasted no time getting started, “Buck, why don’t you start on the treadmill? One of your best weapons in Pegasus is the ability to run away so we’ll see how far you can comfortably go without putting too much stress on yourself. Tommy, since you are the one with the martial arts experience, I’ll let Ronon run you through some common hand to hand styles you’ll run into when interacting with the teams and peoples of Pegasus.”

Buck internally shrugged because John wasn’t wrong. Hand-to-hand fighting of any kind tended to make his nickname a reality, his long legs seeming to forget how to work in concert as soon as anyone took a swing at him. He’s always worked better in defence of others rather than himself. And he really wasn’t interested in explaining the swords he brought with him and demonstrating what he could do with them, especially when Tommy didn’t know yet. Running he could do, and he had the perfect view of Tommy and Ronon warming up. After a few warm-up stretches, Buck set the treadmill to a good starting speed, put in his earbuds to focus his brain and put on a random playlist. 

Tommy could see Evan on the treadmill out of the corner of his eye but needed most of his concentration to keep from getting trounced by Ronon. They circled, taking each other’s measure, then Ronon went on the offensive, and Tommy concentrated on analyzing the other man’s movements. He had pivoted to the right to avoid Ronon’s leg sweep when he caught another glimpse of Evan doing something that startled him enough to nearly take an elbow to the face when Ronon switched tactics. He backed away with both hands up in surrender and turned his full attention to Evan, who seemed to be dancing on the treadmill? He could also see John watching Evan in amused fascination. Oh boy. He walked into Evan’s line of sight, sure that the confusion was written all over his face. Evan startled and managed to come to a complete stop. On a treadmill. He didn’t fall on his ass, but it was a near thing. Evan snatched the earbuds out of his ears and looked around the large room at all the staring faces. Tommy watched as his face and neck bloomed in a blush that spread to his ears and beneath the collar of his shirt. Ronon rolled his eyes, grabbed John in a headlock, and dragged him onto the mats, grumbling about nosy earthers.

“What? What’s wrong? Are you ok?” Evan looked around the room in confusion.

“Am I ok? How-What are you doing?” Tommy asked.

“Running? I have a playlist going. Did you know that the beats per minute of a song can affect your stride? It’s really interesting. I like to use different beats to change up my run, keeps it from being so boring. Was I singing? I’m sorry, Eddie says I’m terrible, but I’m used to my treadmill at home where no one can hear me and it helps with endurance if I can “sing” while running,” Evan rambled. Tommy could see him ringing his hands and turning redder by the moment as he went on, he reached out and grasped Evan’s hands to give them a squeeze in encouragement. Tommy glanced around to see that the majority of people had lost interest in them and pulled Evan over to a little alcove out of the way.

“I’ve never seen you work out on a treadmill, sweetheart. It looked like you were dancing and it just startled me a bit, that’s all. I couldn’t hear you if you were singing anything,” Tommy insisted, gently.

“Oh, that’s good. I-uh…I made all these playlists when we broke up? Kind of trying to work out my feelings and I watched all these Tiktoks about finding an album or playlist and these people would scream or shout out their feelings in song as a sort of therapy which didn’t really work for me. But, listening while I workout or baking seemed to calm my mind down so I could focus, like I wasn’t going to vibrate out of my skin for a little while. And I found all these songs about breakups where no one is to blame and these women, they were so honest and heart-felt and I could feel sad and angry and confused and brave all at the same time, so I made a playlist of broken-hearted, angry women to help me process my feelings. They make great running music,” he shrugged sheepishly.

Tommy’s face scrunched up in a smile, “Tonight, when we get back to the hotel, would you share some of these songs? And I’ll tell you about what I was thinking when I walked away and how John knocked some sense into me.”  

“I’d like that. And I want to talk about the future, so we can talk about what going to Atlantis looks like for us. I don’t want to go too fast for you again, but I think I need to know where we are in the process so I don’t spiral and panic, then overcompensate with over the top gestures,” Buck replied with a forceful exhale in relief.

“That sounds perfect, baby, thank you.”

“Buckley!” comes a shout across the room from Ronon, “Lorne says you brought swords to take to ‘Lantis! Are they the useless decorative ones or are you going to show me what you can do with them?” Buck’s eyes widen in shock and he glances over at the man watching him with a taunting grin, before looking back at Tommy.

Tommy’s eyebrows climb his forehead and he stares dumbfounded at Buck, “Swords?”

Buck, determining that the cat was truly out of the bag now, decided to go with it and shrugged, flashed a wide innocent smile at Tommy before trotting over to the SGC officers staring expectantly at him. He rolled his eyes at a grinning Lorne and reluctantly headed over to his bag to pull out the practice blades buried in the bottom.

There will be more talking between the idiots and a sword scene with Buck and Ronon next chapter! I have a couple of videos and example pics of what I’m envisioning that I will link then. I think the next will be the last one of this storyline, but I want to write more of bucktommy in Pegasus, so it will be a series as soon as I get it uploaded to Ao3. 😎

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Dexiana Christmas fluff!

A christmas present for my cognate @permanently-stressed and for anyone else who loves Dexiana!

Summary:

Dex maybe asked Biana on a date. Maybe. The wording was vague. Dex thinks he just did a super brave thing (asking out Biana) but isn't sure if Biana realizes it's a date. Biana thinks maybe a super exciting thing just happened to her (getting asked out by Dex) but isn't sure Dex means it to be a date. However, a few super thoughtful and expensive Christmas presents later, the two of them are finally forced to move past their fear of rejection and find out what they could have together.

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