#dexter/deb

[ostaramaclay]

Me and @ghostlyaugustine just finished writing our new AU fic 'Staged', set during the Dexter S4 finale The Getaway. We wanted to answer the question; what if it had been Deb?

Please check it out, and let us know what you think!

[alicentflorent]

I admire Ella Purnell’s commitment to taking time out of her busy schedule to make her regular guest appearances as a mean lesbian ghost on yellowjackets

[nestingdoves]

♡ dexter morgan x sibling reader

♡ incest. implied biological but adopted works.

♡ gender unspecified reader. jealousy, possessiveness (reader towards dexter). anger issues (reader). reader has repressed murder tendencies. manslaughter/murder cover-up (dexter and reader). depictions of gore. sibling kissing. reader is a lil freaky about dexter being bloodied.

♡ don't like? block/scroll and move on, easy peasy

imagine you and your brother dexter getting adopted by the morgan family. you, who always clutched tightly to dexter. you're practically inseparable, though that's mostly on account of your clinginess.

but you're otherwise the perfect child - withdrawn, dutiful, getting along better with your foster mother than your other two new family members. always cleaning up, tidying up beds, getting lunches ready - always stuffing another granola bar in dexter's lunch because that specific flavour is the one he likes.

things with debra are horrible. you're always antagonizing each other, subtly underdoing each other's work, tattling to your mom and dad about every other thing.

only dexter can get you to behave, his brow setting and lips pressed together. "that's not how we're supposed to act."

the conflict with debra is really the only issue you have with your adopted family- that and how venemously protective you are of dexter. going somewhere? you need to sit beside him. he stole debra's food? you'll either own up to it and proclaim that he'd do no such thing. (you watched him eat it.)

but you don't display the same tendencies as your brother; so when harry takes you out, sitting you in a boat and asking if you ever felt urges... you say no. because you haven't. not in the same way that dexter does. but all the same, he knows something is off.

and when dexter comes home with bloodied shoes, you clean it off, scrubbing your fingertips raw. when someone is bothering you, picking on someone, you tell dexter first. ride home, call dexter. want to go to the theatre, call dexter. nightmare, crawling into dexter's bed.

harry is, understandably concerned at how close you are with dexter but doesn't act on it. yet.

but there's a yawning reach inside you, something that demands to snap, a temper short and fists fast. but dexter always takes you back, reminding you how to act. to behave. though he never reprimands you whenever you deck someone for calling your brother "weird".

when he goes to the dance, you sit at home, knuckles tight, breath hot as you think of some girl putting hands on your dexter. but when he comes home, tells you how boring it is, you exhale, breath shuddering in your chest. because he's still yours.

still yours even when he comes home with lipstick stains on his neck, yours when he comes into your room the second you make a distressed noise. he's yours when he catches you staring at your hand once when you cut your palm, watching the blood rain down your wrist (and it haunts like a memory). yours when his calloused hands, strange cuts on his own palms as he wraps your hand up.

he's yours, yours, yours.

and you'll hurt anyone who gets in your way.

but even then he's yours when he's teaching you to drive and he's talking about some girl harry wants him to see. about debra who grabbed his sweater without asking.

you see red, red, red, and hear a woman screaming as your foot hits the metal. only interrupted by dexter's calm "there's a person in the road" moments before you crunch right into them.

neither of you move, sitting their casually in the car, as if you didn't just run someone over. the windows are down, the evening air washing over your skin. you can hear moaning and crying outside your window. can see dexter's eyes watch you through the rearview mirror. he doesn't say anything.

but neither do you.

he doesn't say anything when you reserve the car and rev right back over them, feeling the car jolt beneath you both. you continue to smear guts and entrails over the pavement until the sounds stop.

"stay here." he says, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth, jaw setting as he unclips his belt. you watch him through the rearview window as he opens the trunk, pulling out bags and some cleaning junk that he left inside.

when you climb out, he passes you a pair of gloves. something inside you squirms, hot and sticky, as you look at the gore pressed into the tires. seeing dexter work, muscles flexing under his shirt, mouth drawn into a thin line, pulling intestines from the undercarriage.

an itch started inside you, gnawing at your gut and bones, a presence that demands the harvest. as always, you listen to every word dexter says, every command as he helps you clean up the mess.

washing the asphalt is harder but gallons of water pours the mess down the gutters. cleaning out the front grill is harder but - dexter does it all. telling you quietly as he always does how to take care of things like this.

that yawning hunger doesn't relent. doesn't relent when you two hose down the car and wash off your hands.

"you need to calm down," he says quietly, finally as he sits in the driver's seat. your pulse is beating fast in your chest. he's noticed. he always notices.

reaching over, you brush your fingers over his cheek, smearing the blood over his cheekbone. his eyes dart to you then back towards the road.

when he continues speaking, beginning to talk about rules and guidelines, a code that you don't care to understand for, you unclip your seatbelt and reach over, pulling him towards you and kissing him like a part of you is trying to eat him.

"we're not supposed to do this." dexter says, brow furrowed. he always says things like that to you; like he's memorizing a guidebook. maybe you don't give a fuck.

"we're not supposed to run over a guy, not call the cops and cover it up either," you say. "I think we're past the point of what's allowed."

"oh," he says, as if he hadn't thought of that. and this time, he doesn't stop you when you kiss him again, when you lick the blood spatters off his face, when you all but shove your tongue down his throat and crawl into his lap.

dexter doesn't tell harry about you. but he doesn't go out with girls (or boys) anymore, even though harry sighs and tries to coax him. tries to coax you too.

and if you're a little less angry, a little less ferocious, and that's something.

(later, when the family goes hunting minus doris, harry catches you just watching a fox struggle in a bear trap, doing nothing to put it out of its misery or looking away. and as his heart sinks, he realizes that maybe he should have paid attention to you too.

but when he brings you up to dexter, your poor, sweet brother just shakes his head and says, "no, they're not like me". because as much as you protect him, he protects you, too.)

when harry finally passes, dexter is the one who takes your hand and leads you away. debra laments about how siblings shouldn't share apartments but it doesn't matter. none of it matters when you know, feel it in your bones, that dexter won't leave you.

[cuntlijah]

Dexter: oh I am so empty inside like a donut box…I must blend in like a chameleon .. this entire police department Cannot see through my facade…to my dark passenger ..:

Deb to the entire Miami metro: this is my brother he has autism. be patient or I’ll kick you all in your dicks

[girl-bateman]

Imagine unknowingly dating a serial killer (also your brothers brother), almost getting murdered by said serial killer, going to therapy to deal with the trauma, getting through 2 sessions before your therapist declares that youre in love with your ACTUAL brother, going through all the stages of denial before finally coming to terms with the fact that you ARE in love with your brother, mustering up the currage to confess but instead catching him in the middle of a homicide because he too, is a serial killer

[shermeral]

He hit me and it felt like a kiss

[sweetdreamsbynie]

forever the biggest harry morgan hater and that stupid fucking code of his!!! you didn’t save dexter—you radicalized him, you moron. not to mention how badly he neglected deb and everyone just skips over it… that was HER father. (she’s so much better than me though, i would hated dexter’s guts.)

and DON’T even get me started on how horrible of an effect he had on brian’s life too, even indirectly. though he would’ve been indoctrinated just as badly, harry could’ve tried to “save” him.

BRIAN AND DEXTER COULD’VE BEEN KILL BUDDIES… THEY COULD’VE HAD THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP EVER… HEAR ME OUT, PLEASE. THEYRE DRAGGING ME TO SOLITARY CONFINEMENT!!!! 😭

[ezzakennebba]

i don’t have a badge, i have a laminate 💳🔪🩸

[cinemapphic]

YES I CREATED A BLOODY MESS!

[worldbeyondz]

Dexter: Original Sin. E1: Business and Pleasure.

Dexter: S1. E11. Truth be Told.

[rigginsstreet]

girls when it doesnt matter what the morgan siblings do or choose, theyre whats wrong, theyre broken

[plein-aire]

They really should have re-titled this to “The Traumatise Deb Show” because homegirl just can’t ever catch a BREAK

[morgansdeb]

JENNIFER CARPENTER AS DEBRA MORGAN DEXTER S02E04 "SEE-THROUGH"

[juniperhillpatient]

it’s the way Harry could not give less of a singular fuck about Deb.

Dexter at least cares even if he consistently sucks at showing it. I think that’s made clear in his own weird ways - saving the last bite of food, protecting her at the party, plenty of stuff in the og show. Plus it’s from his perspective so we the audience know that if he cares about anyone he cares about his dad & Deb.

But even Dexter doesn’t GET Deb. In Deb’s own words, not the way their mom did. He still forgets about her constantly from not even telling Harry she made team captain to forgetting to go to her game to repeatedly watching her get shut out because he’s the clear favorite & not really caring. I don’t exactly think it’s ok but Dexter gets more of a pass than Harry on the grounds that he DOES clearly care & he’s also Deb’s brother not her dad & thus gets a BIT more of a pass on not prioritizing her. Not 100% a pass but more so than Harry.

But Harry… Harry has no excuse. He literally just doesn’t care about his daughter at ALL. She slaves over the stove for him making him healthy food after the heart attack & he bitches that it looks like shit. He ALWAYS prioritizes Dexter & his job & literally everything, completely ignoring Deb even when she directly calls him out on it.

The moment in episode 4, Fender Bender, when he snaps at her as she’s calling him out for taking the truck when he literally promised it to her - saying that HE (& Dexter) had to deal with a dead child today & you see the heartbreak on her face as she says “how the fuck was I supposed to know that?” breaks my fucking heart. “I can’t compete with a dead kid.” But it’s always a dead kid. Or a dead somebody. There will always be something that’s more important to Harry than Deb & she knows it.

Harry PROVES it by asking her if she’s “on something” right when it almost seems like he’s going to say something meaningful or emphasize that he does love her. And yes he’s right but that doesn’t make it anymore shitty. Also the fact that he doesn’t even follow it up after she storms off because his daughter is literally turning to drugs because she can’t get any attention at home but hey at least she’s out of the room & he can go back to focusing on Dexter!

like deb literally just wanted her dad to at least slightly a little bit care about her that’s all she asked for & Harry truly & completely gave ZERO fucks huh

[emversediary]

I’m so obsessed w the show Dexter lately. Like why is Christian Camargo so hot??

[shermeral]

My favorite Folgers Christmas commercial