#fem dexter

[eddieheart]

Fem Dexter (Diana Morgan) pregnant with Harrison :)

Credit to the OG artists for their amazing work! Don’t know the names of these specific artists, but if you do, please let me know! :) hope you liked it

[miange1]

BRIAN MOSER— fem reader.

mentioned: arguments, silent treatment, rough sex, brat/dom relationships, reader seen as soft(aka dolly aesthetic?),, light spanking(to ass, thighs, and vagina), use of good girl(i think), attempted somno, brian is a tit guy, reader is imagined to have bigger breasts

note: it's almost summer and i got a random feeling to write😭✌️

brian could handle a lot of things. he could handle yelling, hitting, back talk(barely). but what he couldn't let slide was being ignored, not being spoken to, little side glances you thought he couldn't see.

it was pissing him the hell off the way you thought he would just let you keep acting this way. it was getting on his nerves to say the least, and no type of advice he took from anyone else was helping.

'just tell her you're sorry, you were in the wrong.' cheap shit, you knew that trick.

'make-up sex.' didn't go well by a long shot, you wouldn't even look at him.

'buy her something.' you took it, but didn't seem like you even cared.

you were mad at him real bad.

nothing was ever good enough for you, and his self control could only go so far. the two of you lived together, and he couldn't take it all when he had to see you almost every single day.

sneaky touches when you bumped past him, the way you perked yourself up each time you had worn something revealing and decided to make the grand idea to bend over in front of him specifically.

so you were just doing this on purpose? alright, he understood, no problem.

he already wasn't in a good mood once he got home, slamming shit around— his shoes, his bag, his lab coat. his eyes looked around for you, he needed you so bad and if you were still on this ignoring him bull shit? you weren't gonna have your day any better than he was having his.

he opened the door to his room, his hand gripping the door knob seeing your position. one of your legs up, your ass out to full view in which the lace nightie you wore did no justice on covering up.

weren't you perfect, so unsuspecting and sleeping so peacefully as if he wasn't here losing his mind all over your bratty self.

his knee dipped the weight of the bed as he crawled onto the mattress, his hands coming to your hips to prop you up a small bit; your panties poking out to his view and rubbing up against the rough denim of his jeans.

he felt the way your body twitched a little, squirming a slight bit and a quiet groan giving him a reminder you woke up.

"mmhn, brian?" the way you looked back, eyes no longer filled with defiance, finally. your finger rubbing at your eye to make sure no residue was left, and you blinking a small bit so you could see him clear.

"hm," he hummed, already looping his fingers round your underwear and pulling them down to your thighs. your whole expression read 'what are you doing?' but you knew what the hell he was doing.

"you still mad at me?" his voice was agitated yet calm, his thumb coming between your thighs and rubbing to the middle of your folds, not yet putting his finger inside yet.

you couldn't even answer, your body answering on its own with the way you wriggled back into his touch. "what are you talking—"

his other hand slapped at your thigh, not too harsh but harsh enough. "don't give me that. im not in the mood." he spread your thighs a little more, moving your rear back up so he could have you arch the way he wanted.

yeah, the way he wanted. you were being bitchy for your own benefit, what about what he wanted?

"brian.." he gave another thwack, shutting you up. his fingers changed up position, his middle finger delving inside whilst his thigh would rub you a little.

"don't move your hips, if you do you're gonna make it hard for me." ironic, you could feel his dick at your leg as of now.

He wouldn't slow down, for gods sake could he slow down? you were hanging onto the bed for dear life, your whole body jolting upwards with each harsh thrust he gave. he practically made no noise, only a few small grunts but it was all so he could hear was you.

each little noise turning into a big one, the way you'd try to hide them only for him to thrust at a different angle and have you get louder.

now did he miss this, no more snarky shit just you melting into his touch and pushing your ass back onto him for more.

he had grabbed your shoulders, lifting your back up to his chest and moving his hands to palm and hold at your tits. your head leaning back onto his shoulder, and his lips kissing at your jaw and neck had you dripping on his dick.

his fingers tore at the fabric which got in the way of your chest, a surprised gasp filled with annoyance with the way he couldn't even take it off. "i'll get you a new one— ah..don't worry about it."

his fingers pinched at your hardening nipple, flicking it in different directions and rolling it in between his fingers.

"you just need to behave."

[eepwtf]

let’s get in the back of your cop car officer .ᐟ

y’all can’t tell me this woman doesn’t eat pussy like it’s her last meal…(small lil drabble…)

deb was on her knees, a supplicant at the altar of your pleasure, every ounce of her focus honed on the heat radiating between your thighs. nothing else existed—no world, no time—just the slick, intoxicating taste of you on her tongue, the sinful melody of breathless moans tumbling from your lips like a prayer to some deviant deity.

her fingers clutched at your trembling thighs, nails biting into soft flesh as if she could anchor herself in the storm of desire threatening to consume you both. she held you wide open, exposed and vulnerable, a feast laid bare for her insatiable hunger. and, oh, how she feasted—slow, deliberate licks that morphed into something feral, something primal. she was possessed, utterly consumed by the need to devour you, like a woman who hadn't eaten in days, weeks, years. every taste of you was ambrosia, every gasp from your lips fuel to her fire.

her grin against your fevered skin was wicked, sinful—a flash of teeth and sin before her sharp tongue found your clit, circling it with maddening precision. the pressure built until your breath hitched, and she could feel the tension coiling deep inside you, a taut line ready to snap. (she loved it—fuck, she lived for it—this power, this control, this sacred, filthy ritual of breaking you down and building you back up with nothing but her mouth.)

her movements grew sloppier, more desperate, as she descended lower, plunging her tongue inside you with reckless abandon. her name ripped from your throat in shattered fragments, a ragged hymn to the goddess between your legs. your nails dug into her shoulders, a desperate plea, a grounding force, as you bucked against her, lost in the throes of ecstasy she wrought with every frenzied flick of her tongue.

“fuck, deb,” you gasped, your voice a trembling whisper, shattered by pleasure, each word dripping with raw, unfiltered want. she growled against you, that guttural, primal sound vibrating through your core, and she knew she had you—utterly, completely. her girl was starved, ravenous, devouring you like it was her last meal, and nothing could stop her from savoring every second, every drop, every moan you gifted her.

(oh, she’d worship you like this for hours, days, if she could—until your legs were trembling and your voice was hoarse, until you were nothing but a quivering, spent mess beneath her.)

debra’s tongue never faltered, every wicked flick and swirl sending shockwaves through your trembling body. but she wasn’t done—oh, no, not even close. her fingers, slick with your wetness, slid down, teasing the sensitive, swollen folds as her tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. (she loved the way your body responded, the way you writhed beneath her touch, desperate, needy, hers.)

with a groan that vibrated against your core, she pushed one finger inside you, slow at first, savoring the way you clenched around her, hot and tight. (fuck, she could stay like this forever, buried inside you, feeling every pulse, every desperate contraction.) but one finger was merely the beginning. it was never enough—not for her, not for the insatiable need clawing at her insides. she slid in another, stretching you, filling you, claiming you. her thumb pressed against your throbbing clit, slick and swollen, the pressure sending shockwaves through your nerves.

she curled her fingers, searching, teasing until she found that perfect spot that had you arching off the bed, your back a taut bow of ecstasy. “that’s it,” she murmured against your skin, her voice a low, sinful growl, dripping with lust and power. “my good girl’s gonna cum for me, isn’t she? gonna fall apart on my tongue, my fingers, just like this.”

her mouth descended again, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, driving you higher, closer to that edge. (the way you moaned her name, half-sobbing, half-begging—it was everything. she could drown in it, in you, in the filthy, beautiful symphony of your pleasure.)

her pace quickened, fingers thrusting deeper, harder, while her mouth worked in tandem, tongue relentless against your clit. every sound you made spurred her on, a symphony of gasps, whimpers, and cries that echoed in her ears like a twisted, erotic prayer. (she lived for this, for you—broken and beautiful, unraveling beneath her hands, her mouth, her everything.)

“fuck, deb, i’m—” the words caught in your throat as your body tensed, every muscle locking tight before the wave of your orgasm crashed over you, violent and consuming. you came with a shattered scream, your body convulsing around her fingers, wet and hot, soaking her hand as she worked you through it, relentless and merciless. (she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop—not until you were trembling, sobbing her name, begging her for mercy, for anything, for more.)

debra finally pulled away, her face slick with your juices, a wicked, triumphant grin curling her lips as she crawled up your body, her fingers still lazily stroking you, keeping you on the edge. she licked her lips, savoring the taste of you, the evidence of your pleasure coating her mouth and chin. “you taste so fucking good,” she whispered, her voice husky, low, her fingers dragging lazily along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “but i’m not done with you yet.”

[redheadrizzler]

Stalker Confessions - Brian Moser

in which - Brian has been sending you gifts anonymously, he’s done and he wants to make you his.

Over the weeks gifts has been delivered to you ..by who? You wish you fucking knew. These gifts made a lot of people at the precinct question about if you had either a loving new man in your life or an obsessive stalker.

The rain poured in heavy sheets outside, drumming against the windows as you stood at the sink,

absentmindedly washing dishes. The storm was relentless, but the steady rhythm was almost soothing-until a sudden knock at the door made you jump.

As you pulled the door open, a tall, familiar figure stood before you. Brian Moser.

“Brian?” you blinked in surprise. “What are you—”

“I think we need to talk.” His voice was calm, but there was something underneath it. Something dark.

A shiver ran down your spine, though you weren’t sure if it was from the storm or the way he was looking at you.

“…About what?”

His lips twitched slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes as he stepped forward. You didn’t move—couldn’t move—as he slowly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small envelope.

He handed it to you.

With hesitant fingers, you opened it, revealing a familiar handwritten note.

“Love from, yours.”

Your breath caught. It was the same message from all those gifts—the flowers, the sweets, the anonymous love letters.

Realization crashed over you like a wave.

“It was you,” you whispered, your fingers tightening around the paper.

Brian took another step inside, the door still open behind him, rainwater dripping onto the floor. “Disappointed?” His voice was smooth, teasing.

You swallowed, heart pounding. “Why?”

His head tilted slightly, studying you. “Because you belong to me.”

The air between you crackled with something electric, something dangerous.

“You’ve been watching me,” you murmured, not accusing—just knowing.

Brian nodded, unapologetic. “I know everything about you.” He reached up, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “I know how you like your coffee. I know the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking too hard.” His voice dropped lower. “I know how beautiful you look when you sleep.”

Your breath hitched. You should have been scared. Maybe you were. But there was something else, too—something intoxicating about the way he was looking at you.

“You’re insane,” you whispered, though you didn’t pull away.

Brian smirked. “Maybe.”

Then, before you could say another word, his lips crashed against yours. It was sudden, consuming, his hands gripping your waist as he backed you against the wall.

You gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss. His hands were everywhere—possessive, demanding—as if he had waited too long for this moment.

And maybe… maybe you had, too.

The storm raged on outside, but inside, all you could feel was him.

[polydeuces]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; After weeks of silent observation, you finally step into Dexter Morgan’s world, confronting him in a dim alley with the knowledge of his darkest secrets. Drawn to your cryptic words and unnerving calm, Dexter is left with the choice; uncover the first traces of a deeper and more dangerous connection or lead the life he has been for years.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (833 words) Themes of stalking, manipulation, morally gray dynamics, psychological tension, and mentions of violence.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

He felt restless, a sense of anticipation swirling beneath him. It was then that he spotted you— standing at the edge of the alley, how had he not seen you before? He’s usually very aware of his surroundings. Your silhouette was sharp against the dim glow of a street lamp. There was something undeniably captivating about you, an energy that pulled him in like gravity. He hesitated took a step closer.

“Dexter Morgan,” you said, your voice low and velvety, as if you had been waiting for him. The sound sent a shiver down his spine.

“How do you know my name?” he asked, the question spilling from his lips before he could stop it.

Your lips curled into a knowing smile. “I know far more than just your name.”

He felt his heartbeat quicken, the sudden rush of adrenaline igniting his instincts. Who was this woman? Why did she feel so.. familiar? “What is it you want?” he asked, his tone laced with caution.

“I know the real you and I want to help you understand,” You replied, stepping into the light. The glow illuminating your features— striking eyes, an intensity that felt almost magnetic. “You have urges, Dexter. Dark ones. I know what it feels like to wrestle with them.”

He felt is composure slip. No one spoke of his urges, not in the way you did. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Don’t I?” you countered, taking a step closer to him. “You hunt those who deserve it. You’ve chosen a path, and it is a path that many have traveled before you.”

“Who are you?” he demanded, trying to regain control of the conversation.

“Someone who has been exactly where you are,” you replied. He felt as though your gaze would pierce straight through him. “And someone who can lead you to others like you, if you’re willing to follow.”

Dexter hesitated, a flicker of intrigue battling against the instinctual wariness that had kept him alive all these years. You were unlike anyone he had encountered. She was unlike anyone he had encountered, sure Lila and Lumen had their own allure to them. But you were a riddle wrapped in shadows, and the thought of uncovering more about you, about this connection, was too tempting too resist.

“What do you mean, ‘others like me’? he pressed, squinting his eyes slightly.

“There’s a community,” you revealed, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.“They embrace the darkness, turn it into something powerful. You can help them use that power to perfect their craft, and they can show you how to embrace your true self without guilt.”

His breath caught in his throat as you spoke. Your words echoing in his mind as he tried to decode it all, there was a strange allure in your tone. “What’s in it for you?”

Your expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features. “Understanding and liberation,” you said simply. “You have the potential to more than just a monster, Dexter. You could become a force, a leader of your own.”

The weight of her words pressed down on him, igniting a fire of both fear and fascination. He had prided himself of his code and only ever working alone, never sharing his work with others, not completely. Yet he felt the pull of your promise tugging at him, until his cautionary voice screamed at him that this was a dangerous game.

“Why should I trust you?” he challenged? thought his resolve was already weakening.

“Because I am just like you,” you replied, stepping ever closer, the air thickening with tension. “And because I know you’re not as alone as you might feel you are.”

The darkness inside Dexter whispered that he could have finally someone who understood the weight of his secret life, but he was torn between skepticism and a deep need to belong. He inhaled deeply, his thoughts whirling with potential.

“Where do I find you?” he asked, the words escaping him almost against his will.

“You’re smart, Dexter, keep an eye out for the unfamiliar hiding within the familiar.” You said, your voice a sultry promise. “I will be waiting for you. Just as I have been.”

With that, you turned and vanished into the depths of the night, leaving him standing alone, grappling with the unsettling knowledge that he had encountered someone—an enigma who reminded him of himself. That scared him more than anything before. As he took a step back into the fray of the city, a new darkness unfurled within him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going on a journey that would change everything.

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important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not of my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show and the writers involved. thank you.

[pinkyjulien]

Cyberpunk 2077 - V Story short presentation by Luke Poller

[marshmellowjay]

Valentine's day ideas go!

Character reacts to you getting them flowers

Character reacts to you wearing a ball gown

What flower character would get you

What would character do to celebrate Valentine's day

Character x reader Valentine's day smut 👀

Character eats aphrodisiac chocolate 👀

Character reacts to reader drinking a love potion that intensifys readers crush into obsession(or reverse it)

Character reacts to reader kissing them all over their face leaving lipstick marks

Character x reader who switches genders (or once again reverse it to character switching genders)

Proposal type one shot

For murderous cannibal characters, they react to reader gifting them a heart, idk that seems like something Hannibal would enjoy

(USE THESE AND TAG ME PLEASE 😭 IM SO LONELY. ALSO HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MY LOVES ❤️. IF YOU DONT HAVE A VALENTINE NOW YOU DO CUS I WILL BE YOUR VALENTINE🥰)

[mamirhodessxox]

Ultra violence (Introduction)

Dexter Morgan! x Fem!Oc (Piper Cora James)

(Nothing important from the show such as previous cases mentioned in the series won’t be used or mentioned within the FF so nobody feels like they’re missing out on anything but for those interested in the show it is called ‘Dexter’ & can be used on Netflix, be warned there are mentions of heavy topics like Murder & can even include gore-ish scenes so watch at your own risk.)

Desc: In the shadows of Miami's Bay Harbor, Dexter and Piper, two enigmatic souls, found solace in each other's darkness once but Divorced. Their connection, a dance of masks and secrets, unfolded in blood-soaked whispers, drawing themselves into a world where love is still thrived amidst the shadows of their shared secrets when the two become closer & rekindle their past and shared traditions.

Contents: Murder, Alcohol consumption, in depth detail on certain aspects of violence that is mentioned, Smut in later chapters, Knife Play, Bondage, toxic relationship, (original characters from the TV show will be mentions such as Vince Masuka, James Doakes, Debra Morgan, Angel Batista & María LaGuerta.)

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FF inspired Playlist as usual! (I would recommend to listening to the playlist while reading but too each their own <3):

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Piper Cora James - 27 years old (Forensic Investigator)

Christina James -41 Years old (Pipers Mother)

Pedro Ramirez -32 Years Old (Detective for Miami Metro Police)

Alexa García -29 Years Old (Bartender)

Dexter Morgan -36 Years Old (forensic blood spatter analyst)

Michael Patrovski -38 (Chief of Police)

Valeria Ortiz -45 Years Old (Lieutenant of Miami Metro Police)

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[abbymalfoyblog]

Where is the damn content for these men?!? We need more fanfic for them 😭

[eddieheart]

I might have a slight obsession with fem Dexter a.k.a Diana Morgan, anyway hop you enjoy!

As always full credit for the original drawings goes to the artists, I don’t know their exact names/@’s but if you do please let me know!!

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Cyberpunk 2077 2.2 Vanilla Playthrough 11/???

[somethingweird168]

The Vampire and the Serial Killer Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Dexter’s POV

As soon as (y/n) leaves, that is when I get dressed in my hunting clothes and start following her. I cannot believe that she isn’t taking any precautions and just wondering the streets of Miami without a care in the world. Or is that what she wants everyone to think she’s doing? Does she know she’s being followed by me? Is this my new cat and mouse game, will she become my next prey?

It doesn’t take long for her to reach a destination, a local rundown club that doesn’t seem to be anywhere close to her standards. But why would she go into some seedy club alone? What is she doing and why do I care so much?

As I blend into the crowd of club goers, I watch her closely. She watches the crowd as if she is looking for something and she finally finds it. She then started to have a sway in her step as she walks up to the bar. What caught her eye? Is she just here to fulfill her sexual needs or is it something else entirely.

It’s then that I realize that she is playing her own game when a man who was seemingly interested in the too drunk girl became interested in (y/n). Her act entrap him completely and he is convinced that she is inebriated to a point that she shouldn’t, but only I know she is lying. They talk for a while until she gets up and leaves. She did have some drinks, is it still an act? I see the man following her outside.

As I walk outside to follow them, I watch as she goes down an alley. What is she doing? I start getting closer as he makes his advances. Guys like this are disgusting, only thinking about using women and then dumping them, but what if he hurts her, what if she is like me? Does that mean she will become next on my list?

It’s then she makes her move, she quick too quick. She seems excited about this. It’s then that it looks like she is kissing his neck, but the sounds he is making and the sucking sounds doesn’t seem like that. It’s then that I hear her say, “You thought you could take advantage of drunk girls, well not anymore. After tonight, you will never even think about touching another girl. After tonight, you will live your life in solitude because every time you think about women you will think of me and the feeling you are feeling right now. That terror will follow you with every step out of your house and every thought of women. You will forget what happened tonight until you think of women, but you will not be able to tell anyone of what happened. You will tell anyone who asks what happened to your neck that an animal attacked you on your way home. Now run.”

As he runs out of the alley, he slams into me and catches me off guard. It is then that I see her. Not just her but all of her. Her eyes are yellow with veins running under them, she has fangs, but the most exciting thing for me is the blood around her mouth. I feel as though this is right. I can see through her mask now, will I let her see behind mine?

As I walk up to her, she’s on edge. It’s then that in a blink of an eye, she’s gone.

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[cloveroctobers]

NEXT BEST EXIT — Dani (twisters) x oc!

A/N: KATYYYY 😮‍💨!!! She deserved more screen time much like other characters but that’s alright, just gives us creatives more freedom to make up our own minds at the crumbs they gave us.

SYNOPSIS: In which The Wranglers were already popular with 1m subs but it never hurts to have a helping hand. Tyler seeks out Lily’s techy cousin (it may just run in the family) to help out with some of the editing for their channel, not expecting that he’s opening up a old lane for Dani to possibly slide back into.

WARNINGS: language, exploring more of the wranglers dynamic, awkward dani!, mentions of religion + conversion camp, and some angst with fluff in the end!

── .✦── ᝰ.ᐟ ── .✦── ᝰ.ᐟ ── .✦── ᝰ

[Kansas, 1:49pm]

“The new girl is late isn’t she?” Dani questions, after leaving Dexter behind to look up at Tyler who’s sitting on top of Lily’s car, going over a map for their next location in a few days.

Dani faces the road at the motel they’ve been staying in for the past day or two. Her whiskey eyes searched the hazy road for any sight of their prospect.

Tyler hums, glancing away from the map as he glanced out towards the road, “she’s riding in from Nebraska…I’m not worried. She’s proven to be reliable to me already via online so I have no doubts that she’ll get here when she gets here.”

Dani’s a little bored, kicking up some dirt and ready to turn away to go tinker with something to keep her preoccupied. If Tyler had this much trust in this random person, then Dani had no choice but to follow his judgment. For as long as she’s known him, he’s never steered any of them wrong. He’s basically became the family that she no longer had, including the rest of the wranglers but ever since she’s woken up this morning there’s been something gnawing at her side.

She tried not to think too much of it, just brushing it off as those greasy nachos she had last night and figured she would make a run with Lily and Dexter to find some probiotics later so her night wouldn’t be ruined.

“C’mon danz, why you lookin’ so stressed? Work don’t start for another few hours so we can play cops and robbers if you wanna?” Boone appears behind her as she turns to meet the shorter man’s stare.

Dani can always trust Boone to bring out her inner child. He was definitely the baby brother of the group and normally wouldn’t mind his antics but again—that feeling she was experiencing was telling her that much movement wouldn’t be in her best interest.

Before she can respond, there’s the sound of a bike engine in the distance that’s approaching from the West it seems. That growing noise alone gets the group to peer up and over until they actually see the said bike out yonder.

“Ty! I think our new guest is here!” Boone announces in delight, while reaching up to shake Dani’s shoulders that she has to grip the hat on her head to stay in place.

Tyler tips the hat on his head as well, just as Kate and Javi are making their way from a casual stroll around the perimeter of the building chatting away. “I reckon so. C’mon y’all, let’s saddle up and give our plus one a warm welcome!”

Lily snorts still holding onto a controller, “don’t we always?”

He winks at her before making his way down from her vehicle. Dexter appears at Dani’s side and together they all line up as they patiently watch the new girl pull into the motel parking lot, angling her bike into a made up parking space all while kicking up some dust.

Dani tries to fight off a cough as the particles are sent towards them, leaving Dexter to firmly pat at her back while the rest are just fanning the dirt out of their visions. Clearing her throat with now watery eyes, once they settle on the big blonde curly hair, she almost goes into a coughing fit again.

It couldn’t be.

That definitely isn’t who Dani thinks it is.

“No fucking way?!” Lily screams, shoving her controller into Boone’s gut who grunts at the impact but still holds onto the device for the loc haired girl, “Tansy?!”

Dani watches with wide eyes as Lily takes off in full speed at the grinning girl who just got off her motorcycle, knees now bent some with her arms open to take on Lily’s force. The two collide and it was enough to send them both spiraling to the ground but Tansy holds them upright so that wouldn’t happen, arms locking around Lily as they share a laugh.

Everyone else is confused, that much is true but the smiles are still polite at the exchange.

“Anybody else feel like they just got an answer wrong because the teacher decided to call on you out of everybody in the class?” Javi muttered as he looked left and right down the line of his new team.

Dani blows out a breath, pinching at her side but finds herself nodding nonetheless.

Lily’s squealing even when she’s pulled back and face to face with the striking lion’s mane woman while Tansy’s got that scrunch in her nose, which is something she always tends to do when she’s also excited or happy about something.

Tyler steps forward once Lily decides to let Tansy breathe, “hi there!”

Lily quickly steps to the side but not without keeping her arm hooked with Tansy’s. She peers up at Tansy with such adoration that it was actually sweet to witness. Dani was still puzzled on how they knew each other and tried to not let her overthinking get the best of her.

“Hi Tyler Owens, good to finally meet you in person and thanks for having me.” Tansy steps forward with Lily repeating her movements, hand held out for Tyler to grasp.

There’s amusement on Tyler’s face while glancing at Lily but he doesn’t miss placing his hand right in her’s. “Thanks for meeting us all this way, I’m sure you’ll be a great addition to the team and it looks like you already got one stamp of approval from lily here.”

Lily grins, “hell yeah! Tansy’s like the only cousin I’ve ever got along with—practically my damn sister and you guys know it’s a lot of us anyway including my step-sibs.”

A chorus of, “oohs,” fill the parking lot as the answer to their silent questions were finally given. Cousin? Dani felt like she’s been kicked in the ass and punched in the side, she’s known Lily for a good while now and she’s never mentioned a cousin that she’s been close with and certainly not like this! Dani’s pretty good at listening and back at their headquarters, their setups are right across from each other so how could she have missed this?

Kate and Javi step forward next, introducing themselves as they also shake Tansy’s hand. She moves with ease, even when Boone attempts to mean mug her with crossed arms, pretending to feel threatened that there’s someone else on the tech side but quickly breaks with a grin before lifting her off her feet with a bone crushing hug before roughly patting her back once she’s back on the ground, which leaves Lily to scoop him into a headlock.

“You’re not gonna be messin’ with my cuz like that, you hear me?” Lily lectures as Boone is scrambling to get out of her hold but one thing about Lily, she knew how to hold on.

Boone raises his hands in surrender once he realizes there maybe no way getting out of this, “okay lily, dang! What’s wrong with showing a little love?”

“You call that little?” Lily questions, “you may be 5’8 but that don’t mean you’re not heavy handed.”

Boone circles a hand behind her shoulder, ready to flip her over his shoulder, “I don’t appreciate my height slander, I’ve never had any complaints before! And if I’m heavy handed what do you call what you’re doin’ to me right now?!”

Javi pretends to eat popcorn at their interaction while Kate shoots Tyler a look who’s also watching in amusement. Once he catches Kate’s peiercing stare, he sighs before clapping it up and moving to break it up, “alright you two, knock it off. Our company just got here and you two are already actin’ like you don’t have some sense, at least give it a few hours before you start showing who you really are!”

He winks back at Tansy who chuckles as Tyler gets down on his knees which Lily actually has Boone on right now.

“Are these two always like this?” Tansy asks the remaining two she has yet to be introduced to yet, she hadn’t focused on the faces but she had absentmindedly moved towards them just before Lily pounced on Boone.

Dexter speaks since Dani seems to be in a bit of a trance, voice missing from her throat as her eyes scan over Tansy’s profile, “You haven’t seen a thing! I’m Dexter by the way, Chicago born and raised, father of one, widower, and scientist, glad to have you on the team.”

Tansy grins as she squeezes his hand, “Good to meet you Mr. Synopsis.”

Dexter shrugs with a sheepish smile, “I figured just a dash of info would be good for something considering who knows how long we’ll be working together.”

“A couple of weeks but…I appreciate it.”

Dani bumps his shoulder, “I told him to stop doing that when introducin’ himself to people…he’s got to leave a little to the imagination right? I’ve been trying to get him out of the streets to secure himself a new wife, now that’s he’s emotionally and mentally ready but don’t tell him I told you.”

Dexter pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, “Just because i’m the eldest doesn’t mean my hearing has decreased, Danielle.”

“Oh not the full first name drop,” Dani sucks air between her teeth, “I’m not gonna hear the end of this am I?”

Dexter sends a warning finger at Dani, like a scolding uncle before he walks away to assist Tyler in Lily and Boone’s foolishness. If there was one thing Dexter was good at, it was straightening them all up to focus when it called for it. Definitely the voice of reason out of the bunch and they all valued it.

“Dani?” Tansy says, making Dani peek up from underneath her straw hat, “As in Danielle Sullivan from Spearfish, South Dakota?”

Dani got so caught up in her usual dynamic that just for a second she forgot who she was standing in front of again.

“In the flesh.” Dani awkwardly says, raising her hands before letting them slap back down by her thighs.

Tansy takes the time to scan over Dani’s features, “wooow…after all this time this is where you’ve ended up!? Being a Wrangler? Well…you look great.”

Dani offers a small smile, “you think? I don’t look too different from those days do I?”

“The short hair suits you, brings out your eyes a lot and those were always my favorite physical feature about you.” Tansy playfully shoves her shoulder.

Dani tilts her head to the side, “you sure? I thought it was my giving heart and broad shoulders.”

Tansy snorts out some laughter, “you haven’t changed one bit I see.”

“Well…” Dani starts but doesn’t want to make it too dark, although she’s been known for dry and awkward humor.

Tansy decides to pull off her black shades with the yellow tinted frames, “Bring it in…unless we have some unresolved beef we need to Duke out like my good cuz and Boone was it? Are doing?”

Dani let’s out a small laugh, reaching over to embrace Tansy, one arm going over her shoulders, the other holding the small of her back, while both of their chins rested in the other’s shoulders. Just leaning into each other like they used to when they were once teens. There wasn’t any beef but there were some things that Dani definitely wanted to talk about.

“Maybe later,” Dani whispers but Tansy picks up on her tone that it wasn’t a teasing manner.

When they step back, Tansy hooks the arm of her shades into her scoop neck tank top after holding Dani’s stare, now confirming that there were hidden meanings behind her eyes and she can respect it. They haven’t seen each other since conversion camp so it was only right now in their adulthood to have a conversation.

She clears her throat, aways finding Dani’s intensity from her eyes to be strong whereas Tansy’s usual low-lidded eyes always felt calm. Two contrasting storms that once spun away from each other just to possibly rise up again together…what a tale that could be!

“So you uh? Ride bikes now—

Dani starts but the loud voice of the curly haired freckled man—Javi, Tansy believed to be called caught everyone’s attention as he looked up from his device.

“Aye y’all! Something’s brewing NorthEast!”

Everyone paused, meeting whoever was nearest’s gaze before springing into action.

“I haven’t even settled in yet and we’re on go.” Tansy states as she starts making her way over to her bike.

Dani frowns, “you’re not gonna ride that thing into the storm are you?”

“It’s my baby and wouldn’t be the first time.” She slips her shades back over her eyes.

“Lily!” Dani calls out, jogging towards the RV.

Her stare snaps to Dani’s attention and Tansy found the situation humorous as Dani points in her direction before running to the passenger side of the RV. Lily is back at Tansy’s side who’s just about to swing her leg over her bike.

“I know you’re like a year older than me which makes you think you’re my boss and everything but…would you mind for the first ride, riding with me? I’ve always got the space.” Lily slightly fidgeted, not wanting to get into an argument over this and because she was ready for some action.

Tansy let’s out a loud sigh, head thrown back towards the gray skies and nods, “Because I don’t want be seen as difficult my first day on the job and because I love you so much, I’m gonna play by your rules…for now.”

Lily smacks Tansy’s upper arm in thanks, running off to her car while Tansy makes quick work to move her bike to lock up while the rest are quickly speeding out of the parking lot. Dani can’t help but to look back out the side mirror, making sure that Tansy kept her word as she tosses her belongings into the back of Lily’s van.

Dani lets out an exhale, sinking down in the passenger side as Dexter drives towards the storm.

“Something you want to get off your chest, Danielle?” Dexter questions from her left.

Which makes her sit up straight, “Nope! And stop with the full name drop, Dex! I know you’re not that annoyed with me for airing out your business…Tansy’s family…since you know Lily’s family.”

Dexter side eyed his road partner not believing her stumbled words, “uh huh.”

When they all make it to the location, each of the wranglers take their respective places. Boone’s got the camera focused straight on as Tyler goes into his routine introduction, Kate then explains over the blurring of the alarm in the distance that they’re about to send their multiple devices out to control the storm, Dorothy will be launched in x amount of minutes while Javi, Dani, and Dexter are positioning some solely on the ground while the rest will be equally dropped by the two main vehicles headed to play with the storm. Lily kept her car at an angle on the side by taking Tansy’s direction which Tyler picks up on and allowed after getting confirmation on the walkie on what they were doing.

“Let’s get going!” Tyler sent everyone off, climbing back into the driver’s seat with Kate taking Boone’s spot, which he scoffed at but bit back his protest since he also had cameras up front and on the sides of the rearview mirrors.

Dani watches in confusion while Dexter and Tyler race to get to the front of the upcoming storm, catching Tansy leaping out of the car while Lily launches her own drone out the drivers side window and up into the air. Tansy is setting up a mini tripod of her own right in front of Lily’s van on the ground, setting a camera right into its holder, making sure it was on before climbing back into the car as the wind whips her fro back from her forehead.

“That thing is as big as a go-pro, I know that’s not the only equipment she brought.” Dani thinks out loud.

Dexter knocks his knuckles against the short haired woman’s thigh, “heads up, brace yourself.” He warns as he skirts off to the side, the road becoming bumpy now that they’re in the grass while Dani attempts to focus, hands scrambling along the dashboard to launch Dorothy’s Toto’s, which Dani liked to call the S.P.S (sodium polyacrylate solution) that was inside of Dorothy.

They drive into the ditch, hearing the heavy clunking of the barrels dropping behind them not long ago. Dani exhales while Dexter does the talking into the walkie, letting everyone know their part was completed while Tyler and the rest kept racing towards another twister right up ahead. Once they got close enough, Tyler whips the car to the left so it’s back is to the twirling storm, bars digging into the soil the same time as the barrels dropped. The rain pelts the windows, making it hard for both Dani and Dexter to see anything else that’s going on around them despite the wipers to the RV trying to keep up.

The adrenaline is always high once you’re in the brunt of it but that’s what fed the thrill seeking. It’s not long before the twisters attempt to whip through, began to tamper off all thanks to the barrels.

“…And that there everyone, is how it’s done!”Tyler’s voice comes through the walkies.

Dani grins as she high-fived Dexter with Lily’s voice coming in soon after, “That’s how you take on a EF2 everybody! And we got some pretty interesting footage on both ends.”

“Can’t wait to see that!” Boone chimes in before Tyler continues, “Javi’s calling it in now, let’s do the round up around town before we clock back into the motel.”

“You got it boss.” Dani speaks into the walkie as Dexter starts to reverse out of the ditch who directs from her side.

And that’s just what they do, scavenge the town to see what damage was done before it truly touched the town. The success of Toto was unimaginable and only made this journey more inspiring. Dani always believed in reasons and maybe the destruction was a metaphor that led to this incredible future.

Most of the damage came from the high winds thankfully, some roofs half torn off, foundations slightly shifted, debris, and large trees snapped. Although minor in their eyes compared to an EF5, there was still damage and The Wranglers made it their mission to further assist the people of Kansas.

After a long few hours, they’ve made it back to their temporary home, sitting around or in the drained out pool, making a bonfire of their own—as usual. Dexter stuck around for at least twenty minutes before calling it a night, since he had a whole routine and had to set up his sleep apnea machine that made him appear as if he was in an alien film, which was as loud as ever but they all wished him a good night before further enjoying each other’s company.

“My guy’s coming ‘round in the morning to drop off the rest of my things.” Dani can hear Tansy speaking from beside Boone who’s got his laptop perched up against his knees as they reviewed her footage, “did the best with what I have and he would have been here earlier but he got caught up in an accident on the highway.”

Boone scoffs, “if these are the type of shots you’re getting with just that tiny but mighty cam, then I can’t wait to see what you do with the big boys!”

“Nice work Tansy.” Tyler squeezes her shoulder from behind, “I knew you would fit right in.”

“Why thank you, kind sir.” She clinks her can against his beer bottle as he circled from behind the two to head over to Kate who’s sitting on the edge of the pool, peering up at the sky.

A nudge to Dani’s arm, makes her bring her attention to a hazel eyed Javi who she forgot took Dexter’s spot beside her inside of the pool. He’s lounging in Dexter’s folding chair while she’s seated on the pool floor with her palms behind her.

“Why don’t you just go over there and talk to her?” Javi asked, making Dani widen her eyes, “you’ve been holding onto every word she’s been saying to everyone else, so either y’all got history or you got a crush—or maybe both I dunno but I pay attention to shit you know?”

Dani scratches at the back of her head, “I uh—don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Jav.”

“Yeah you do,” Javi lolls his head to look at the woman, “one thing I learned is that you miss out on the chances you don’t take…being scared is normal though. You just got to rip the band aid off, especially if she’s gonna be with us for some time. And from what I can tell, Tansy got the right technique that only adds to this group so it maybe longer than we all expect.”

Dani groans with her head thrown back, “you’re right but I don’t want you to be right…I hate having confrontations.”

“But it don’t gotta be like that,” Javi says, “When I reconnected with Kate, my approach wasn’t with my chest all puffed up or anything like that. I knew the person she was in college and knew she still had it in her, so I only wanted to bring the spark she still had back out of her but she had to see it herself with only a little push…and the rest is history. From what I can tell, you both held onto each other earlier and it was a nice Kodak moment or whatever! So in my eyes, there’s still hope.”

Dani listened and realized that her new found friend might be right.

“Look at you, Javi Rivera the storm chasing advice columnist!”

Javi smirks, “I dabble, I dabble. What we have here, is Storm Dansy?” He pauses trying to see if Dani liked this ship name but she gives a shaky hand, which meant it still needed work, “is possibly a EF2, much like the storm we saw today. Or maybe even a EF1 but you’ll never know unless you get up on it.”

He spins his finger like the motion of a tornado before pointing at her.

Dani lets out a deep sigh with a roll of her own head. “Alright, alright! You don’t need to throw anymore hints at me, Mr. Miami Nights.”

“Sí mami, you got this!” Javi started to clap it up but Dani kicks her feet at him, shushing him but he laughs mockingly placing a hand over his mouth, “I’ll be around if or when you’re ready to tell me about it.”

Dani works to get to her feet, “well thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Javi states and holds his hand out for her hat, “I’ll take that, thank you. I need it to block out the moonlight. It’s a little too bright for me.”

“Fuck are you, a werewolf or something?” Dani frowns as he plucks her straw hat from her fingertips to tip onto his own head.

Javi snorts, “they glow in the moonlight sis, I glow all the time, feel me?”

“Oh brother, bye Javi!”

“Good luck! And don’t forget to thank me later.” Javi calls out to Dani’s retreating form, who makes work of climbing out of the empty pool.

Lily watches from the almost out bonfire, not too far from the pair, taking a final bite of her s’more quietly seeing what Dani is up to but makes no move to follow her.

Dani’s wringing her hands about as she stands a good distance from Tansy and Boone who are sharing some fruit that she had stashed away in a cooler she also tossed into Lily’s van in a haste. She’s always been a fruit girl, no pun intended preferring it as breakfast or having it for dessert. The mostly blonde woman is going to town on some pineapple while Boone is cradling a container of watermelon, making the most obnoxious slurping sounds possible that it reminds Dani of all those ASMR videos she hates.

“Dani Danz! What’s happening baby?” Boone calls out to the short haired woman who finally worked up the nerve to stand before the two.

She pinches her aching side, “nothin’, nothin’.”

Boone laughs as he glances at Tansy who’s now holding his laptop but also chewing on her choice of fruit, “you sure? You look like you’re about to upchunk or something.”

“It was the nachos from last night!” Dani exasperates, “…but it’s a nice night we’re having, I mean considering—the state of the environment a few hours ago.”

“Tell me about it.” Boone says, “we just keep getting better and better. Next thing you know we might be able to control the weather on a daily!”

She did not want to piss off mother nature.

Dani shrugs, “eh…I rather just build and fix things. That feels like too much responsibility on our shoulders.”

“Right, right. You never know though!”

“Nope,” Dani agrees with a thumb going through the air awkwardly, “uh Boone, do you mind if I borrow Tansy for a little?”

Boone pushes out his lips pouting some, “I guess! We can start editing tomorrow, huh Tan-Tan?” He brings her into the conversation although she seemed zoned out viewing Lily’s footage.

“Sure, yeah! My eyes can use a break anyway.” She hands the computer back over, “you seriously need to invest in some cleaning supplies for your computer…don’t know if you know this but it’s oddly sticky.”

Dani snickers at Boone who huffs as he jumps to his feet, “and that’s what you still have to learn about me, baby! I play by my own rules and I love a good snack!”

Tansy wipes her fingertips along her jean shorts with a stretched out smile while Boone debates who he wants to bug next: Kate and Tyler, Lily, or a snoring Javi. Dani shakes her head and takes Boone’s chair with a relaxed sigh.

“That’s Boone for you.”

“Interesting character,” Tansy nods with her head back, making Dani laugh as she gazed at her side profile.

They fall into silence for some time but the nagging feeling on Dani’s side was beginning to overpower her that she couldn’t sit still.

“What—

Tansy starts just as Dani says, “I—

They both smile with Dani holding her hand out, “No you go ahead.”

Tansy holds out the last pineapple ring for Dani to take but she declines, “how’d you end up in Arkansas? That’s where the Wranglers were all founded and where your main setup is based right?”

Dani blows out a raspberry, “the short version? After I left SD, I hitch-hiked a lot and even got into some underground fighting for cash since the regular jobs were too demeaning. I quickly got tired of doing that too and eventually ended up working in this gym fixing the equipment in exchange to be able to work out there. Then I met Tyler.”

Tansy raised her brows, “i just imagined him running the treadmill in his hat and boots.”

Dani furrows her brows but spits out a laugh, “that’s specific but no it was outside of the gym one night up the street actually. His car was broken down and he was blabbing about his friend, Boone throwing a fit because he left him at the diner chasing after some girl. He was trying to get back to him since he knew the girl was a lost cause.”

“Did that girl so happen to be Ms. Kate?”

Dani laughed, “oh nooo. Big difference from Kate! This girl was a red-head asshole from Delaware. She wasn’t ever after Tyler’s heart and Boone and I tried to tell him but Tyler’s always got to see for himself. He’s like a big brother—although we’re only a few months apart—he likes to give you the floor, kinda like throwing you into a arena with a bull, show what you’re made of before offering any inputs. Him and Javi are similar in that way i don’t think they see it but…Tyler really brought me in and treated me as if I was one of his own. Much like he does everyone on this team…and you know I don’t got family anymore so it took time for me to accept what he was putting down.”

That Tansy did know.

They learned a lot of each other being forced into a conversion camp together at just fourteen. Dani’s family were heavily religious and when she came out to them, they weren’t having that and didn’t hesitate to find a way to get, “rid of it,” since praying was not enough. She was an only child but used to be extremely close to her parents growing up but once her father found a home in a church he liked to call his saving grace, everything changed.

“I’m happy that you got out and found a solid group of people that love you for who you are.” Tansy closes the container of fruit.

Dani nods, “…I never forgot about you though.”

Tansy sharply inhales, “we don’t have to do this. Yeah we were both caught off guard not seeing each other since we were what? You about turn eighteen and me being seventeen. There’s no hard feelings—

“I don’t feel like that’s true though,” Dani admits, “I thought about you nearly every day, even convinced Tyler to take a drive back just to find you with some guy—that same guy that’s probably bringing your equipment in the morning right?”

Tansy frowns, “wait a minute…are you serious? You came back to a trauma filled town for what reason? Guilt? You left me, Dani. Life went on and then you left again because of what you thought you saw without a word…do you hear how fucked that sounds?”

“…it’s sounds like you’re not denying it,” Dani finds herself saying before thinking over her words, “I was twenty-one and my one wish was to see you—

“To do what, exactly? Treat me like Cinderella’s glass slipper?” Tansy’s eyes are in slits now, “Newsflash she wore her damn shoe the best that she could, it never broke. You searched for me sure but you looked for an out and you took it like a repeat offender.”

Dani yells now, “I had to! If you were okay settling for that shit show then that was on you. I begged you to leave with me but you were traumatized and I don’t fault you for that. Ever. It hurt me to the core only imagining what you continued to endure without me there to take half of it but I made the effort. I got out and I hoped for the day I had the chance to see you again because I loved you with my entire being, button.”

Two things were tossed into the night sky, Dani’s feelings and the old nickname from their childhood.

Her knees are brushing the side of Tansy’s thigh now but Tansy’s eyes are elsewhere.

Dani attempts to reach for her, “Please look at me, button.”

“Don’t call me that,” Tansy rips her arm from Dani’s grasp, “we’re not kids anymore and I don’t think we have anything else to talk about. I loved you too, you knew that. I told you that before you left into the night. You held onto that somehow while you became the person you are now. I’m happy for you, I truly am but we don’t need to dwell on the past. I’m only here for two weeks and then I’ll make my own exit, something we’ll both be good at.”

She stands up collecting her things.

There’s this panic in Dani’s voice, “…y-you say you’re happy for me but it really sounds like you’re upset…where are you going? We can talk this out, we have the time…”

“I came here to work, Dani.” Tansy suddenly says slipping her arms into her zip up hoodie, “Not walk down memory lane. I said there’s no hard feelings so let’s just leave it at that, okay? Goodnight.”

And with that Tansy spins on her heels, leaving the pool behind the gate. Dani makes crescents into her palms, face burning red as she chews on her bottom lip.

“Hey! The hell was that?” Lily calls out since the rest won’t but they’re all staring now.

Tyler takes a different approach, “you good?”

“No.” Dani massages her side as she gets to her feet while Javi is staring over underneath his eyelashes, “I…I’m gonna go to bed too guys.”

Kate hums, “only if you’re sure you’re alright…you’ve been rubbing your side all day.”

Dani laughs it off but ain’t nothing funny right now, “It’s just nerves.”

“I thought it was the nachos.” Boone speaks up, brows raised and hands crossed on top of his head.

Dani clenched her eyes shut, “I’m fine guys, really!”

Lily comments, “Tansy didn’t look fine.”

“I think she’s pretty cute.” Boone shrugs just for Lily to roll her eyes, although if she was sitting closer to him she would have plucked the back of his head.

Dani knees wobbled as she stood, ignoring the words of her team as she starts making her exit feeling the determination fight through the sharp pain in her side while the group started to bicker amongst themselves.

“Hold up, Were those two ever an item?” Boone attempts to connect the dots, seeking answers from Lily after seeing Dani disappear.

Lily lifts her shoulders, “the hell should I know? I’ve been in Arkansas all this time and Tanny in South Dakota far as I know. She’s built this shell around herself, at least when it comes to her love life.”

Javi chuckles with a stretch, “I been clocked that.”

“What?” Kate asks.

Javi responds with a exhale as he sits up from his stretch, “That they’re the classic: forbidden lovers trope.”

They all meet each other’s fixed stare.

“Well…for their sakes I hope they figure it out.” Tyler concludes, staring after where the two disappeared off to.

Lily laughs, “I think you should look in the mirror, bud.”

“He does plenty of that.” Kate mutters with a smirk at Tyler who playfully glared at her, “I’m going to crash too you guys, see you in the mornin’.”

They all shortly follow, picking up their things and cleaning up before returning to their own quarters for the night.

“Tansy, please let me in.” Dani wasn’t ever too proud to beg, “if you don’t, I’ll just sleep out here all night and I know you can’t stomach the thought of that. Ever since that hell camp leader would make the runt sleep outside in the heatwave and thunderstorms all because he couldn’t keep up with his brothers and sisters.”

Dani’s got her back resting against the door now since her knocks weren’t getting Tansy to open the door. She’s just about to squat to get comfortable for the night but the door is swung open, making Dani fall back against Tansy’s feet.

“Hi button,” Dani starts as she peeks up at Tansy who’s thrown her mountain of hair on top of her head, “fancy seeing you here.”

“Come in already you big goof.”

Dani rolls onto her side and pushes herself off Tansy’s feet, who steps back into the room, leaving the taller of the two to close and lock the door behind them. She slowly makes her way to sit beside Tansy, thigh to thigh as she’s now undressed and ready for bed in a cami and striped boxer shorts.

Tansy is playing with her hands now, “…I don’t know what else there is left to say and I’m not really one for big speeches.”

“Just speak from your heart.”

“Ew, feelings.” Tansy scrunches up her nose in disgust while Dani rolls her eyes, holding out her hand which Tansy hesitates to put in hers, “all I know…seeing you again after all these years tells me that I haven’t stopped missing you.”

Dani squeezes her hand, “so much time has passed but as corny as it sounds…it definitely slowed down once I realized who I was seeing again. The girl who had my heart with even bigger hair now.”

Tansy laughs, “did I really appear to you in slo-mo getting off my beloved bike like a cliché rom-com?”

“My brain had to slow down while my heart was drumming like a metal band.”

“Glad to know I still have effect on you Dani Sullivan.” Tansy bumps her shoulder with her’s while Dani scowls.

“I’d like to know what effect I have on you…if any?” Dani informs while Tansy rests her cheek on her shoulder.

Tansy rasps, “More than you know. A lifetimes worth probably. I didn’t forget you either, Dani. How could I? My first love.”

“It was an honor.” Dani whispers.

Two weeks.

They had two weeks to reconnect and decide where to go from here, if anywhere. It was a long afternoon, now late into the night and sleep was knocking at the door harder than Dani was. Tansy invited Dani to sleep beside her, who respectfully wanted to sleep outside of the covers but Tansy remembered Dani was the type to sleep with socks on because her feet always got cold in the night, ever since she had her tonsils removed when she was like twelve…it’s been a thing.

Which made Tansy believe she was crazy but you had to be a little off your rocker if you chased storms for a living.

What did this say about Tansy now that she was on the team (temporarily) as a hi-hat and editor? There was a saying that if things came back to you then maybe it was meant to be.

Dani commonly went to sleep on her back and isn’t sure when they both fell asleep but this was the peace she hasn’t had at night in a long time. She rolls her head to the right away from the door, nose being tickled by soft hair while also feeling a nose pressed against her bare shoulder. Dani blinks into the night, recalling where she is and who’s next to her.

Peeking down it’s Tansy who’s on her side, arm looped right with Dani’s right arm as she’s in her own slumber. Dani can’t help but to raise a hand to hold Tansy’s head in place as she places a kiss right at her brow.

“I think I still am smitten with you button…but I guess we’ll have to see.” Dani’s tone is hushed as she speaks into the early morning where the sky is still navy and closes her own eyes once more but keeps her head turned towards Tansy instead of the door.

── .✦── ᝰ.ᐟ ── .✦── ᝰ.ᐟ ── .✦── ᝰ

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[iluvtv2much]

Guess Who's Back?

Notes: Debra Morgan x Hannah McKay x fem!reader. AU and maybe a bit out of character? Brief mention of blood but that's all I can think of tbh? (and crude language with very brief sexual stuff so probs mdni)

Summary: When your Ex comes back after getting out of prison, you should've known that she wasn't just dropping in to say hi.

Word Count: 1.6k

Comments: This is sooo niche, but I totally wrote this cus I decided to go back and actually finish the final season of Dexter. This is what happens when I let myself keep writing... and honestly never would have written this if c.ai hadn't increased the character limit on intros lol. This is literally my first time writing fanfic thisss long. So cut me some slack please. I'm not a real writer and I'm just trying my best out here. Also, I can only read this over so many times, so if something slipped through, how unfortunate 😔.

Made a bot for this on c.ai. Obviously not completely the same, but same scenario made to fit the site. It's the first bot I've made with two characters so...I hope it works lol. Here it is! (it's got a whack pfp but I tried 😅)

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Your ex-girlfriend and your current one couldn’t be more fucking different- even if you met them both through Dexter when you still worked part time as his babysitter whenever Jaime needed a break. But they were like fire and ice. Hannah literally went to prison for murder (granted, one of those was to protect you, and the other was to protect herself?), and Deb was a goddamn cop (and part of the team that took Hannah to prison sooo…awkward!). And, okay, Deb used to be a cop. Lately she’d loosened up a bit, but that wasn’t really her fault because Dexter had done a number on her. Anyway, it was just supposed to be a normal Friday evening and you and Deb were on the couch in your living room when there was a knock on your door. It was Hannah. She was supposed to still be locked up. Parole for “good behavior” apparently, which probably meant something else knowing her.

Deb never let you hear the end of it about Hannah either. About how you could have possibly loved someone like that. How you knew what she was and still stayed with her for so long. But arguing was pointless, so you always just shrugged and said you were stupid and that Hannah was your biggest mistake. No matter how fucking wrong that was. For Deb’s sake it’s what she needed to hear.

Now Hannah stood in your doorway casually. Her arms were crossed, blonde hair perfectly styled and settled over her exposed shoulder because of course she showed up wearing the cutest tank top imaginable. It was like 90 degrees outside and even though Hannah recently got out of prison, she still wanted to make a good impression. Oh, and she knew you were a sucker for this look too. Her piercing blue eyes met your gaze the second you opened the door, and for a moment it felt just like old times. But they instantly cut past you to the woman on your couch the moment she saw her from the corner of her eye. She’d expected you to move on. But Debra fucking Morgan? That stung a little.

“Hate to crash your cozy little... date night, is it? But I got arrested so fast, I think you still have some of my stuff? Unless you threw it out but we both know you wouldn’t”

Of course you hadn’t throw her stuff out. How could you? There was way too much of it anyway. And some of the things... even Deb didn’t know you still had. You sighed with a slow nod, sounding exhausted by her very presence.

"Yea. Yea I do still have all of it. You picked a great time to stop by- honestly. Just- stay and play nice will you? I'll try to be quick"

You looked between Deb and Hannah, hoping for the best as you were about to leave them alone together, and headed out to the garage to dig out the boxes you’d packed her stuff into. What could possibly go wrong leaving your ex-girlfriend who had literally murdered to protect you in the same room as Deb. Right?

Deb felt Hannah's stare before she even turned her head from the couch to look at her. So, she got up, awkward as hell, and grabbed a beer from the fridge just to do something to avoid dealing with Hannah. But when she shut the fridge door and tried to turn around, Hannah was right there, pinning her to the cold metal, one hand digging into her arm, the other tipping her chin to get a good look at her.

“So, she picked you? Must say I’m surprised… But either way, here’s the thing- I bet you think everything’s fine with her. Perfect, even. But tell me, has she really shown you who she is? I mean think about it. Why else would she ever pick me, love me…fuck me over and over and overrr again if there wasn’t some part of her that…understood me? You must think she’s perfect? I mean, yea, she is. But she’s hiding something from you, trust me. It’s just not my secret to tell.”

Deb scoffed at how casually Hannah stared into her soul, talking about you like you were some unhinged psychopath just like her. Deb tried to push Hannah off, but she was deceptively strong so she didn’t budge an inch.

“She’s fine, alright? I know her, and she fucking regrets ever falling for your psycho ass-"

That made Hannah laugh. Low. Dangerous. But she didn’t like that word, only you could ever use it to describe her, nobody else. Because when it left your tongue, it wasn’t an insult. It was just out of love and it also sounded ridiculously hot. She pressed Deb back against the fridge harder, and leaned in closer, voice like a blade wrapped in silk, as her lips ghosted over Deb’s with a hint of venom that only Hannah possessed because she just had a way of making you freeze up if you weren’t ready. And Deb wasn’t ready. All that police training left her body the moment Hannah leaned in and moved to whisper into her ear:

"Sure. Keep telling yourself that. But you don’t know half the shit we got up to. The things she’s done for me…the things I’ve done for her. It’s an unbreakable bond me and her, and if you and the cops hadn’t-"

Hannah winced closing her eyes, remembering the look on your face when she told you there was no way out for her and that the cops finally had her dead to rights. After everything her biggest regret was simply getting caught because her victims deserved it, but getting caught was the moment she had to let you go. Hannah took a breath before resuming like she hadn’t missed a beat:

“She’ll get bored of you, eventually. You’re not exciting. You don’t make her heart race. I can already tell. You? You’re just... too boring for her. Let’s be honest though, everyone kind of is compared to me.”

That sly smile- God, Deb wanted to punch her. Should’ve. But before she could move- Hannah’s mouth was on hers, and Deb froze. Whether it was shock or something else, Deb was stuck in the middle of whatever fucked up game Hannah wanted to play, and right now that involved kissing.

Deb didn’t really know what was happening, but Hannah’s embrace was smothering, one hand slipping under her top to press flat and hard against her stomach, keeping her pinned in place against the fridge while Hannah’s other hand grabbed the nape of her neck as her lips moved against Deb’s, her tongue slowly searching for an entrance. Even if Deb wanted to pull away, there was nowhere for her head to go and she was just wrapped into the moment. Deb could almost see what you saw in her.

Then you stepped back into the kitchen. Taking in the sight and setting the first box aside back onto the ground, almost unsurprised but not exactly hiding the annoyance on your face like you knew Hannah would try to pull some shit like this. You only mumbled under your breath because yelling was only going to play into her hands.

"Why am I not surprised..."

Hannah didn’t flinch. Didn’t stop when she heard you. But she did bite Deb’s lip hard, drawing blood, before pulling away and letting her go. Then Hannah just looked at you and smiled as her fingers still ghosted over Deb’s waist like it meant nothing. But you knew Hannah better than anyone because she was flashing you that smile while Deb winced from the bite and tried to catch her breath from whatever had just happened. Against all logic her body felt like it was on fire and she was trying her hardest to put it out.

“Oops? In my defense. For an ex-cop she really didn’t even try to fight back. I expected more…resistance honestly.”

Hannah smiled at you and looked back at Deb who was still trying to get her head on straight as she wiped some blood off her lip with the back of her hand and finally managed to blabber out something that resembled coherent words:

"It wasn’t what it looked like! She, she just- fuuuckk"

Hannah had to butt in of course, almost offended that she was being blamed for something she so obviously did.

"Oh, stop being so dramatic. I didn’t even bite you that hard. Maybe you have a weak fucking lip. she’s had wayyy worse than that! I mean there was-"

You just held a hand up to shut them both up, Deb did not need to hear about whatever Hannah was about spill. You simply rubbed your temples between your fingers before looking back at Hannah’s nonchalant posture. Unfortunately, you knew exactly what Hannah was up to. She didn’t come here to get her stuff. She came here for you. Deb was just in the way. Problem was…Hannah could never resist riling you up. She always liked seeing your heart race, regardless of the reason, and what better way to do that than mess with your girlfriend. Right? When you met her eyes, she looked at you expectantly. Like it was your turn to say something and god did she hope that you would make the right choice because she did not come all this way to leave with a car trunk full of her stuff. Surely there was something in that box that you just brought out that would remind you of the good times you and Hannah had. On that couch. On the kitchen counter, against that window… Hannah wanted to see if you’d missed her at all, because if you did? Well, there was no reason the three of you couldn’t find a way to make things work. For everyone’s benefit. Right?

Hannah cleared her throat, breaking through your racing thoughts with a faux innocence in her voice that you’d grown familiar with. Prison hadn’t changed her one bit apparently, and you were weirdly relieved about that. Because she was never a mistake that needed to be fixed. Not to you.

“I just wanted to get your attention again. Do I have it yet?”

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If anyone read all that...thank you 🫶. I don't know what I'll write about going forward...it's just kind of an inspiration thing but I had this written out so thought that I might as well put it out here.

[marshmellowjay]

Wendigo!reader, hear me out y'all.

Obviously they would be a cannibal, monstrous creature who protects their forest and whatnot.

How would you put this into a character x reader?

[sco07ut]

sorry for not posting any art for like a million years here’s she/he x they docnut + complimentary dyke logrimmons