#dex x deb

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My favorite Folgers Christmas commercial

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My unpopular opinion about the first Dexter ending is that it would have been a GREAT ending if Hannah McBitch wasn't in the final season at all. It's so incredibly nonsensical how Harrison looks at Hannah as a mom when he barely spent any time with her. He spent more time with Jamie, how come he never confabulated Jamie as his mother? That would have made more sense. Jamie could have also taken Harrison with her (even if it was made clear to the audience that her keeping him would be temporary) at the end; they didn't need to bring Hannah back.

It feels like the only reason to bring Hannah back was for her to take Harrison, since they had decided to kill off Deb. The last we see of Hannah in season 7, she appeared to be scorned by Dexter and ready to get revenge (the black orchid she placed at his door was definitely a THREAT). But then she returns and is ready to play nice? Makes no sense. Also makes no sense Dexter would have been okay leaving Harrison at her care, when she could easily kill him if his presence inconvenienced her in any way. Let's not forget she already tried to kill Deb, someone Dexter cares deeply about, because Deb had become a nuisance to her in season 7. What guarantee does Dexter have she will not attempt the same with Harrison at some point if she feels he's gonna get her caught? Or she doesn't want to take care of him anymore, etc? But I digress.

My point is, there was no role for Hannah in the final season outside of becoming Harrison's mother, since the role the show wanted to fit her in was already taken by Deb since the first freaking season. And if the show's PTB would have allowed Deb alone to fulfill that role in the end, even if they killed her off at the end of the series, the ending would have been actually quite solid (as much as I HATE that they killed her off).

Since the first season we had hints toward Deb being the person who makes Dexter realize he does in fact have regular human being emotions. THAT was Deb's ultimate role when it comes to Dexter, along with Rita's, along with Lumen's, along with Harrison's roles... A role they ultimately decided to give to this bland and late-introduced character of Hannah McKay. The show acts like Hannah did that for Dexter, when the catalyst for this realization (because personally I do believe Dexter always had the capacity to experience these feelings all along) was RITA. It's so annoying how the show treats Hannah like this life-changing character in Dexter's life, when he already knew he could experience love through Rita, when Deb has been there all along, when he already knew he had empathy and compassion when helping Lumen... All of them already showed Dexter he's more than just a dead-inside psychopath. But yes, the one who ultimately was meant to play this role in its most powerful expression in this show, in Dexter's discovery of his own self as a person with a complex range of emotions, was indeed Deb.

Whether you see her as his adopted sibling or a romantic interest is irrelevant, the first episode of the first season establishes Debra as the catalyst to Dexter's realization of his own humanity and the depth of his capacity to feel. Dexter says in the first episode: "I don't have feelings about anything, but if I could have feelings at all I'd have them for Deb". This line alone establishes this theme for the series. So an ending in which Dexter realizes his own capacity to feel things through Deb would have been ideal. Even when they chickened out of the romantic plot after season 6, they could have still gone with this theme and completed the story thread that was woven into the show since the very first episode of the very first season. And if they had to kill her off, then an ending in which Dexter understood he was the common denominator in the disgrace of those he loves, and decides to take his life after the loss of Deb, that would have also been a better ending. Tragic, but solid. An ending that made sense. Dexter jumping into the water after Deb and that being the end would have also been solid. But, like I said, if only Hannah's presence wasn't a thing in the end. Because Hannah muddies the waters. Because she detracts from Dexter's motivations to do what he's doing at the very end. Because, again, the show made is so it was Hannah's presence in Dexter's life that which enabled him to become aware of his own humanity and capacity to feel love and his want to be more "normal". They made it so Hannah was the one person with a magic touch to turn the wooden boy into a real boy 🙄. A character that meant so little both to the audience and to Dexter's story in a broad context.

Tl;Dr: if Hannah wasn't there, and we still got the same ending in which Deb gets killed and Dexter decides essentially to commit suicide by driving into the hurricane, and ultimately failing to kill himself, that would have made this terrible ending into something more digestible when taken in the context of the story that was being told right up until the moment Hannah shows up in season 7; a story in which Dexter becomes aware of his own humanity and capacity to feel, and his own reality as a killer ("I destroy everyone I love"), through his relationship with Deb and his love for her (again, whether you want to see them as adoptive siblings or in a romantic context).

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DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE

(And by Scott Buck 😔👎)

[willieverseetheland]

Heyyyy!! I just happened to stumble upon your page and I saw you take requests… and that you write for Dexter 👉🏻👈🏻 so I had this dream where he was sitting on a chair looking really troubled and scared and all the things he’s basically not (at least I think so.. just started season 4) and, in the said dream, I sort of went to him and hugged his head (if that makes sense… the motion)… and I keep thinking about it… so if you want to do sth with this information 🤣🫶🏻

Have a lovely day ✨

Of course! And thank you, you have a lovely day as well! :)

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always

Dexter Morgan x reader

Summary: little drabble based on the ask above! ^ Warnings: a little angst, but other than that none :)

also sorry the layout looks so weird on desktop, i literally cannot figure out a way to fix it 💔

You've had a mildly irritating day at work. Your boss has been on your ass about deadlines, you were working as fast as you could. Maybe if she didn't pile so much work on you at once, you would be able to get things done on time. All you want to do is get out of your itchy sweater and slip into your comfy pajamas.

You finally make it home. As you're unlocking your front door, you can already feel the warmth of a hot cup of tea, and the comfort of soft slippers under your feet in contrast to these very uncomfortable heels you've been wearing all day. Hanging your keys on their hook and setting your purse down, you turn to your kitchen to start the kettle when out of the corner of your eye you see a figure.

You turn to look at the figure and find your boyfriend Dexter sitting in a recliner in your living room.

"Dexter! Hi, w-what are you doing here? Not that I'm complaining, just unexpected." you give a small smile

He doesn't say anything, he just looks at you, expressionless. Well, not expressionless exactly. You know what that look means. Something's wrong.

"Dexter, what's wrong? Did something happen?" You walk towards him, your face visibly concerned.

Again, no response.

He's sitting with his elbows rested on his knees, hands in his hair, eyes glued to the floor. He's stressed, troubled. You place your hand on his thigh. He looks up to meet your gaze. As he looks up, a tear catches the light as it rolls down his cheek. The look in his eyes is worry. No something more, fear.

Your mind begins racing. A million thoughts fly through your head. Is he in trouble, is Deb hurt, is he hurt, is he going to be hurt? You just want to know what he's thinking. You take his hands in yours.

You realize he doesn't need to talk right now; he just needs you to be there for him. You won't let your worry and anxiety get in the way of you being there for him in this moment.

"Dex, it's okay. You don't have to talk, I'm here." you give him a warm smile

You stand up, and Dexter's eyes follow yours until he's looking up at you. You brush your thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tear. Standing between his legs, you wrap your arms around his head, pulling him to your chest. You stand there embracing him, as he listens to the gentle thump of your beating heart.

"I'll always be here."

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This was actually really sweet! I hope I did your dream justice! Thank you for your request :)

[the-oblivious-writer]

Shatterpoint

Debra Morgan x Reader

Part One: Debra’s Perspective

Summary: You die doing what you always do, putting other lives before your own. It's what Debra Morgan both loved and despised about you.

Warning(s): Swearing, (major) death, graphic depictions of violence (blood/gore), gun violence, phycological trauma, depression, grief/loss, and vomiting

Notes: Someone requested Debra Morgan angst so......... here it is! I ended up writing a part two from Dexter's perspective (platonically), so that'll be out tomorrow. I've been wanting to write platonic fictional dude characters x reader for some time now

Dexter’s Perspective

The first time Debra breaks down, it's in the middle of the Miami Metro parking lot. You're three days dead, and she's just found one of your forensics reports tucked into a case file – your neat handwriting mapping out blood spatter analysis, methodical and precise. She vomits behind her car, heaving until there's nothing left but bile and grief.

The second time is at your funeral. She watches them lower your body into the ground and something inside her splinters. The sound that tears from her throat isn't human. Dexter has to physically restrain her from jumping into the grave after you. Later, she'll have no memory of this – just the dirt under her fingernails and bruises on her arms where her brother held her back.

The third time destroys her completely.

It's been two weeks since that convenience store security camera caught your last moments. Two weeks since a frightened kid with a shaky trigger finger turned your chest into a crime scene. She's standing in your shared apartment, trying to pack up your things because that's what people do, right? They pack up the dead's belongings and pretend it helps.

Your forensics kit is still by the door where you left it that last morning. She opens it, and your scent hits her – latex gloves and that shampoo you loved and something uniquely you. The organized compartments blur through her tears. Each tool precisely placed, because that's who you were – someone who brought order to chaos, who could look at blood patterns and tell stories of violence with scientific detachment.

She starts throwing things. Your carefully labeled evidence containers shatter against walls. Your case files scatter like dead leaves. She's screaming, but she can't hear herself over the roaring in her head. Over the echo of your voice from that last argument:

"You can't keep running forever, Deb. I love you, but I can't chase you anymore."

The neighbors call the police. Fucking ironic, isn't it? Angel finds her surrounded by the wreckage of your professional life, clutching your laminate to her chest. She's laughing now, a horrible broken sound, because isn't this exactly what you were afraid of? Her inability to handle emotional intimacy, to face her feelings instead of drowning them in rage and whiskey.

They take her to the hospital. Put her on leave. Make her talk to department shrinks who use words like "complicated grief" and "post-traumatic stress" and "survivor's guilt." As if labeling her breakdown makes it more manageable.

She dreams of you. Not the you from the security footage, bleeding out under fluorescent lights. But the you who used to wake her from nightmares about the Ice Truck Killer, who knew exactly how she took her coffee, who could make her laugh even at crime scenes. The you who saw her walls and loved her anyway.

"I'm sorry," she tells your ghost. "I'm so fucking sorry."

But you're not there to forgive her.

Dexter finds her one night, sitting in your office at Miami Metro, organizing blood slides with obsessive precision. Trying to find patterns like you taught her, as if understanding the science of death will somehow make losing you hurt less.

"You're starting to worry me," he says, in that awkward way of his.

She laughs, sharp and bitter. "Starting to? Fuck, Dex, I'm starting to worry myself."

The security footage plays on repeat in her mind. She's memorized every detail – how you raised your hands, trying to de-escalate. How you stepped in front of the teenage clerk, protecting her. Your body jerking back, a crimson flower blooming across your chest. The way you looked surprised, almost confused, as you fell.

She keeps working cases, because what else is there? But every crime scene becomes yours. Every victim wears your face. She gets reckless, aggressive with suspects. Takes stupid risks because maybe, just maybe, if she's fast enough, smart enough, brave enough, she can save someone else's you.

Angel takes her gun after she nearly beats a convenience store robber to death.

"This isn't what they would have wanted," he tells her gently.

"Yeah? Well, they're not fucking here to want anything, are they?"

She finds one of your hair ties under the bed and falls apart all over again. Remembers how you used to gather your hair back before leaning over evidence, that little furrow of concentration between your brows. How she used to tease you about being so serious, so focused. How you'd smile and say, "Someone has to be, with you charging around like a hurricane."

The hurricane is all that's left now.

Some days she can almost pretend she's healing. She goes to work, follows leads, eats when Dexter reminds her to. But then she'll catch a glimpse of the forensics lab, or smell latex gloves, or hear someone mention blood spatter analysis, and she's right back in that convenience store, watching you die on an endless loop.

The department shrink asks her what she thinks you would say if you could see her now.

She doesn't tell him about the letter she found in your forensics manual. The one that begs her not to let grief make her harder, not to let loss change how fiercely she loves. She's already failed you there.

Instead, she says, "They'd probably say I'm proving them right. About running away. About not being able to handle my feelings."

But that's not entirely true, is it? Because this time she's not running. She's standing perfectly still, letting grief consume her, letting the absence of you hollow her out until there's nothing left but echoes and regret.

The security footage plays on. You raise your hands. The gun fires. You fall.

And somewhere in Miami, Debra Morgan keeps breaking, keeps shattering, keeps failing to put herself back together.

Some things just break, and stay broken, and all we can do is learn to breathe around the shards.

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A/N: Not me changing my format...

[shermeral]

Wuthering Heights + Dexter: New Blood S1E1 Cold Snap

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Let me introduce you to one of the best Debster fanvids I've ever seen. 🖤

[elijah-j]

OKAY OKAY OKAY

Just finished Dexter Season 1 and omg i now NEED a loong (like multiple chapters) brian x male! reader where dexter actually killed deb and they're now living their lives as murder brothers and stuff

And suddenly m!reader comes along and Brian's absolutely SMITTEN

And reader finds out about the murders on accident and brians so scared because he'll prob have to kill the only person he feels smth for except his brother.

But readers like: Omg i kinda always wanted to know how it's like to kill someone

And they get together and become murder boyfriends (well brian does the most of the killing and dex ofc too) and even tho reader seems like super innocent, at home he's like: briaaan, deexx can we pleease kill the girl that was assigned next to my desk at work she's soooo annoying 💅💅

Kskadkjsskss i NEED

ALSO

Why are x male reader stories with ANY character that have an actual plot just SO rare.

Like it's always either "they fuck" or "they have a cute like 200 words morning together"

Like i want ACTUAL GET TOGETHER STORIES, SLOWBURNS ETC ETC

As if it isn't hard enough to find x male reader.. TT

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"If she ever saw the real you, she'd never get over it."

That's where Harry failed to see just how much Deb loved Dexter.

[deadfuckingflowers]

When we were young, we used to get so close to it And you were scared and you were beautiful I wanna peer over the edge and see in death If we are always the same

Oh, I fear that no life will ever be like this again Cause your love kept me alive and it made me insane

[forbiddenblood]

I’ve been rewatching Dexter and it’s literally driving me insane not being able to talk about debster to anyone else !!!! I’m in pain lol

If you’re a fan and want to chat abt all things Dexter hmu 😵‍💫

[sitaxdebster]

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They were bringing back their married era vibes 😂

They had the most "married" energy in this episode istg 🥺😍

[hiyirii72]

To all Debster shippers

Hey everyone! So for some reason my other account (@hiyirii) doesn’t let me reply to posts or get messages atm. So I’m writing this from a new account

I was talking with other fans from the show (and the ship lol) about making a whatsapp, discord or telegram group to discuss the episodes and our thoughts. Would you guys be interested in joining?

If you do which platform would you prefer or are you okay with Any of them? Some of the people had said whatsapp it’s better and I agree but want to know your thoughts

Also taggin some of the blogs I follow but if you’re not tagged and still want to join lmk!

@staubfinger @origami-teacup @hannigram-palace @kimwexlersponytail @bayharbor @eros-heartache @jonotheg @lak27 @sinloi

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OTP Challenge | 1 gifset per episode
2.6 Dex, Lies, and Videotape

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"Hold your brother's hand" and she did, always.