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happy74827 · 16 days

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Contagiously Human.

[Brian Moser x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Killing was always the easiest part for him, but this… you… well, as fate would have it, that created a new problem for him. {GIF Creds: brothermoser}

WC: 1881

Category: Plot-Driven, Maybe Some Fluff/Angst…?

Someone asked me if I’d ever thought about writing Biney… and well, I decided to put my thought into actual words 🤷‍♀️

Just for some minor clarification, this is pretty much a “what if” fic in which Dexter does not end his life. This being said, I picture this taking place around season 5-6 ish.

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Hesitation.

The thing that makes or breaks a killer. The line that separates predator from prey. It's the pause between life and death, the time a man takes to make the decision, and whether he'll live to regret it or not.

He’s never had hesitation. Not once. In fact, he relishes in it; he finds peace in knowing that he can decide one way or another and be content with either outcome. It makes him a dangerous man, unpredictable, a ticking time bomb.

His baby brother, his blood, had the disease. The disease of being too much of a good person, feeling guilt, having morals, a sense of what's right and wrong. He was weak, he hesitated, and he wasn’t even aware of how much the disease was eating him alive until that Trinity Killer came around.

He was supposed to protect his brother, save him from himself, and show him the proper way of things. The way of survival. Of the hunt. But no, Brian wasn’t there to catch him. To stop him.

So, as all good brothers do, he’s here to fix him. To set him straight and rid him of the disease. Forever.

It's an easy task, really. His little brother is so trusting and caring that he'd do anything for the ones he loved. Why not start by showing him why he shouldn't?

Because clearly, the loss of his apparent wife wasn’t enough. He needed to understand, truly and absolutely, that the world would only disappoint him. It's a harsh lesson but a necessary one.

So, that led him to you. His brother’s friend from school. The woman, aside from Dexter’s poor excuse for a sister, that his brother actually cared about.

Just like him, you were naive. Trusting, too. Friendly to everyone, completely unaware of the monsters that hid in the shadows. His brother included.

You might’ve never killed someone, but with everything else, it was clear why his brother was so interested in you. He always loved the innocent ones.

So, the question was, how would he go about it? He could take you somewhere, but the element of surprise was an important factor. You had to believe you were safe and comfortable before he could make his move.

A Debra repeat? Or a more... Unique approach. He'd think about it, plan it out, and strike at the perfect moment.

He wouldn’t hesitate, after all.

When the day presented itself, the stars had aligned, and everything was just right; he made his move. It was noon, a warm Sunday.

You were in your little bookshop, reading one of the books in your free time. Business had been slow today, as most people were enjoying the weather.

You never saw him coming. He was the type to blend into the crowd, the type that you'd see once and forget about. The type you'd pass on the street without a second thought.

He had his ways, of course, and his way was simple. A simple, kind greeting. One that had your eyes lighting up as if you'd never seen another person before.

He was charming, handsome, the perfect man to lure you in. You didn’t stand a chance.

That's what led him here, picking up your fallen book and handing it to you, watching the smile that graced your lips.

A romance novel, of course. How ironic.

"Oh, uh, thank you. That’s very kind."

You smiled, a hint of blush dusting your cheeks. Far more tame than that Debra woman, thankfully. He didn’t have to fight back the urge to roll his eyes.

"Tea and romance? Can’t say I blame you." He pulled a gentle grin, one that had you blushing further, more so of embarrassment this time.

"It's the first of a series. A favorite, actually, I’ve been rereading it." You explained, holding the book to your chest. He didn’t miss the way your thumb rubbed over the spine, fond and gentle.

Just from that, he knew. He was going to have fun with you. “Believe it or not, I read the first one too. A few months ago, actually. It was quite the page-turner. The ending had me on the edge of my seat, I swear."

You laughed, soft and airy, and for a moment, he found himself smiling genuinely. His lie was working, and he couldn’t believe it was that easy.

"I've only heard mixed reviews on it.” You spoke, moving to place the book back on the shelf. "I'm glad to hear you liked it. Marienne’s death was hard, wasn't it?"

"Very." He agreed though it was a lie. He had to pretend he cared. "It was a shame; I really enjoyed the character."

"You did?" You raised a brow, surprised. “Most people didn’t. Given that she doesn’t even exist.”

Shit.

He cleared his throat, a slight pause. He was so blinded by the idea of finally getting to his brother that he'd forgotten.

You were a reader, an author; of course, you would know the ins and outs of the story. The characters, the plot, and every little detail. Why would you not?

First rule of hunting. Don’t get cocky.

"Alright, I admit. I've been caught." He gave a small shrug, his voice holding a hint of sheepishness. Maybe you’d fall for it. “I couldn’t help myself; I figured you wouldn’t appreciate my love for fantasy books."

"Fantasy?" You tilted your head, and he knew. You bought it. You were a sucker for fantasy; you didn't like it when others looked down on them.

"I'm a bit of a nerd. Guilty pleasure."

"I didn’t peg you for the fantasy type…” You raised your eyebrow, though a smile still rested on your lips—a look of amusement.

"Really? Most people can't seem to look past the collared shirt.

"No, it's not that. It's your aura." You shook your head, and now, it was his turn to raise his brow. What the hell did that mean?

"My aura?"

"Those books in your hands..” You nodded towards his bag, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your lips. "You're definitely not a casual reader. My guess is everything in there is a throwaway.”

"And that means...?"

"You're bullshit through and through. You don't like romance or fantasy. In fact, I think you absolutely hate it."

Oh. Oh, you clever thing. Now, he truly understood why his brother connected with you so much. You'd figured him out, and yet, you had no clue. You were clever, smarter than you let on.

"Alright,” He held his hands up in mock surrender. He was enjoying this; for once, someone could see through his façade. See his true self. It was a rush.

“If you’re so smart, what do I like then?"

"Hmm, let's see...” And just like that, you were off with him in tow. You were taking him along on a trip through the shelves, looking through the genres, searching and searching.

He was intrigued, his eyes locked on you, his ears drinking in the sound of your hums and contemplation. Your mind was running, spinning, thinking. You were truly in your element.

"Well, let's start with what I know. You like horror." You said, turning towards the horror section and picking up a book. "You seem like the type who enjoys the dark side of humanity and likes to see the bad guy win."

Damn.

He was almost impressed. Almost.

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Eyes. They tell the most about a person. You’ve seen a lot, and it shows. I could tell just by looking at you. Your eyes are... Cold. Empty." You said, and it was then that he realized you were more observant than you appeared. Naivety might’ve not been a part of your personality, but trust was. You trusted a lot. Too much. “Are you a cop, by chance? You've got the whole detective thing going on."

"Prosthetist, actually." He answered, his hand reaching out and picking up a book at random. He wasn't a fan of fiction, not really. He preferred nonfiction; it was more realistic—less pointless details.

"Oh, wow, I was completely off. I didn’t expect that." You mused, looking up at him with those eyes. You had such an expressive face; it was amazing how easy you were to read. He could practically see the gears turning. How could he use this?

"Expected an axe murderer, did you?" He joked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe. Wouldn’t that be a twist?" You grinned a glint of amusement in your eye. “Speaking of, that’s probably what you like. Thrillers. Those kinds of stories are full of twists and turns. No one is who they appear to be. Kinda like you, hm?"

"Ouch."

"Sorry, am I being too honest?"

"No, I like it. Keep going." He was having fun. With Debra, it was exhausting. She was so stubborn, so headstrong, she never listened. It took him about three coffees just to have enough patience to deal with her sob story.

But with you, you were a breath of fresh air. He didn’t have to force himself awake or hide his boredom. He could just enjoy it, relish in the moment, and the fact that you were so easy to play with.

You pulled out three books: two thrillers and one horror. A classic and a new one. "These are what I recommend. Start with Primal Fear; that’s the one I believe you'll like the most. The first one might take you a while, but if you stick with it, the sequel will be worth it.

He reached forward, his hand brushing over yours, his touch lingering as he took the book. He purposely brushed his thumb against the back of your hand, just enough for a spark to go through your veins.

He saw the way your breath hitched, and he smirked. This was too easy.

"Thank you, you've been a great help."

"One more thing before you go." You spoke, stopping him. His eyes moved up from the book to your own, and there he saw something that made him falter.

Something that made him freeze longer than he should have.

You had a fire behind those eyes. A flame that burned with a passion, a curiosity that threatened to eat him alive. A want, a need, to get into his head. To peel him open and look inside.

Your eyes weren't cold or empty like his. They were alive. Full of life.

"Books don’t impress women,” Your voice was low, a secret, something meant only for him to hear. “It’s the passion that opens their hearts. You have nothing if you can't show it."

"I think I've misjudged you." He spoke, his hand resting on the shelf above your head. He had no choice but to lean closer, and he felt the way your breath fanned across his skin.

"Oh?"

"Yes. You're a lot more than you appear, aren’t you?"

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

The question was left unanswered. He didn't give a response because, in truth, he didn't know.

He left that day not with his brother’s cure or even the thought of him. He left with three books.

Three books and the disease he believed to be immune to…

Hesitation.

[@numetalnerd2007] Since you asked, I figured this would automatically mean you were interested. At least I hope you were 💀

That being said, please be nice to me for this one since it’s my first time writing for Biney here (and I haven’t rewatched season 1 in forever), so his character probably isn’t 100% solid. It’s a work in progress 🙏✨

Also, for all my Joe Goldberg fans out there, did you catch the reference I made? I see a slight resemblance between Brian and Joe, so I wanted to sneak it in a little something. I think it’s the hair, honestly.

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vole-mon-amour · 2 years

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7x11.

He. Him.

I do wonder what kind of paycheck he has & if it matches the amount of work & of responsibilities he has. Also, I can KINDA imagine Aaron buying himself a Rolex, but I mostly see it as a gift from David, not gonna lie.

"Dave"

I find it very interesting, fascinating almost, how hard this case hit Spencer. "You're not as smart as you think" & he's already losing his mind over this killer. Different sides of the same coin, huh? Kind of.

Spencer, baby, darling, my love. You're still special and have all the potential, you know that, right? Right?

Killer to killer communication, when will they kiss? I've been waiting for it since the moment he implied that he is Harvey's soulmate. This is such a nice episode, and using Zodiac that was never captured... I'm conflicted about it, but at least they had the decency to portray this as Zodiac's fanboys & not as Zodiac himself.

You can see a moment of hesitation because Harvey actually considers going with Caleb. What a nice episode, truly.

Oh, that tragic love. Idk why but with cases like this one, it always makes me think of Batjokes. "We're destined to be together" or something like that. Or about Brian and Dexter Moser (Morgan). There's something about the hero falling for the killer or two killers getting worse and worse while having fun. Or the hero becoming the killer, too, and loving it to his horror. Those tropes are chef's kiss, along with some other juicy ones. Fanfiction for Harvey and Caleb when?

What a beautiful episode. The case making Spencer's brain work more than usual, being so involved is such an extra bonus. <3

Okay, but Dark!Spencer?.. That trope terrifies me because I never want to see even a glimpse of that in the show. At the same time, though, I would probably read something like that. Spencer is so good at his job and those talks & I don't think he gets enough credit for it. When he reads that body language and those minds & knows exactly what to say to set the killers off, that's... wow. That's A LOT.

On top of that, Harvey switching between his girlfriend & Caleb, trying to squirm his way out of this, manipulating Caleb. Beautiful.

"Uh oh, Dad is unhappy with me."

Happy & proud Dads of their 30 year old <3 Aaron smiling while David gives Reid kisses on both cheeks is absolutely adorable, heartwarming, and makes me smile to the point of my cheeks hurting.

One of the best moments in this show & probably one of the best episodes, too. I didn't notice how half of it passed. Seeing so many smiles, Spencer being so involved, doubting himself and then finding himself again with the help of his found family (his team). Aaron being Aaron, but allowing himself to be happy for a couple of minutes. David being DAVID aka a loving Italian <3. Garcia calling Spencer "boo" on the phone in a nice way. I absolutely love it. Episodes like this makes me glad this is my first (blind) watch.

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darkdexterimagines · 7 years

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undertheinfluencerd · 3 years

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When trying to deal with the news that her brother is a serial killer in Dexter season 7, Deb has a nightmare while in the bathtub where she imagines Dexter as three notable serial killer villains from the series. Each season of Dexter introduces a new villain, which, aside from season 2, happens to be a serial killer that Dexter Morgan has to outmaneuver and put on his own table before the police department can apprehend them. Some of the killers take higher tolls on Dexter than others, such as The Trinity Killer and The Ice Truck Killer, but they also deeply affect others on the case, like his detective sister Debra Morgan.

Throughout the course of the TV show, the person Dexter struggles to hide his dark passenger from the most is Deb. After the death of their parents, both having issues with forming relationships, and working together at the police department, they became each other’s closest ally. With such a close relationship and Deb even momentarily being in love with Dexter, finding out that he was a serial killer and having to hide the information went against her morals and broke her. She had a breakdown in season 8 that led to her leaving the police department and Miami, but it all really started in Dexter season 7 when Dexter told her he was a serial killer and that their father, who is now Dexter’s “Dark Passenger,” helped guide him down that path.

Related: Why Dexter’s Son Will Be A More Terrifying Killer In The Reboot

In Dexter season 7 episode 4, “Run,” Deb is still extremely angry with Dexter for both being a serial killer and lying about it all their lives. Not only is she angry, but she’s also partially scared of what he is, knowing the terrifying nature of all the serial killers they’ve hunted over the years. The episode shows Deb taking a bath to unwind, but the relaxation turns into a gruesome nightmare where her fears of Dexter begin to take hold. She imagines herself as Rita, bleeding out in the bathtub after The Trinity Killer murdered her in season 4, then pictures Dexter in a suit as he asks her to marry him just as The Ice Truck Killer had, and finally sees her brother holding the machete that The Doomsday Killer used before she quickly wakes up.

Deb’s reference to The Trinity Killer is the most obvious with the bathtub setting. Trinity’s M.O. for his kill cycles always began with killing a woman and having her bleed out in the bathtub, mimicking a suicide. This specific kill seemed to be the most traumatizing for Deb as it’s how her sister-in-law was murdered, with Deb even blaming Dexter for her death after the nightmare. While not the most personal serial killer that Debra had hunted over the years, she still pictured Dexter as The Doomsday Killer after discovering his identity. The purpose of this reference was more for its recency, with DDK being the last killer caught in Dexter season 6 while, to augment the connection, she also first found out Dexter was a killer when she saw him stabbing DDK on the table with the machete.

Aside from the Dexter discovery, the serial killer that got to her the most was The Ice Truck Killer/Brian Moser, who used Deb in Dexter season 1 to get closer to Dexter. After meeting him in the hospital as her doctor, Deb and Brian (as Rudy Cooper) began seriously dating, with him even proposing to her before revealing his true self and trying to kill her. Although Dexter found out back in season 1 that Brian was his biological brother, Debra didn’t find out until Dexter season 4 when she began digging up information on Harry Morgan’s past confidential informants. Her traumatizing experience with Brian/Rudy/The Ice Truck Killer in Dexter was the most personal and was only made worse when she realized he was Dexter’s brother. With Deb’s fear of Dexter being augmented by his familial connection to The Ice Truck Killer, he may have benefitted by telling her that he killed Brian for her, which would humanize him more and show that he doesn’t always give in to his urges.

Next: How Deb As The Dark Passenger Will Change Dexter

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jswdmb1 · 5 years

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Days Like This

“When all the parts of the puzzle

start to look like they fit,

then I must remember

there'll be days like this.”

- Van Morrison

Editor’s Note: I was asked for feedback on my season ticket holder experience by Mr. Brian Day, Director of Marketing & Ticket Operations, at Loyola. In addition to filling out their standard survey, here is the text of my reply to his request.

Brian,

Thank you for your request for feedback on my experience as a season ticket holder for the men’s basketball season. Every game that we attended was exciting and everyone that we brought along with us noted how much fun they had, without exception. I would rank a Loyola game at Gentile Arena as the top sporting experience in the area when you consider the wonderful job put on by the staff and students along with the reasonable pricing of tickets, parking, concessions, etc. It is a true affordable family fun experience where you walk out of the arena feeling good, even when the Ramblers come up short in the win column.

But reasonably priced entertainment is not the only reason I think it is valuable to be a season ticket holder. As an alumni (BBA, ‘94), I know the values of the university run deep in the Chicago area. Whether it be the doctors and nurses at the hospital, the students at the Lakeshore Campus, or the thousands of alumni out in the workforce, every one of us is trying to do our little bit to make this world just that much better. Everyone who has been involved with the university as either a student or staff member has always known this, but it took last year’s Final Four run to share the secret with everyone else. In a world that leaves many in doubt if there is any genuine good being done as the result of hard work and respect for others, here came along a team that showed us all that there are still lots of folks out there doing just that.

I think that is why so many people identified with that team last year. It was incredible to many people that there were student-athletes out there who worked hard in the classroom and on the court without any of the trappings of bigger named stars at more “prestigious” institutions. I honestly believe I would have felt exactly the same about last year’s team even if I hadn’t attended Loyola; however, the fact that I did made it all the more special. During a year that was very tough for me (may dad, BS ‘68, passed away a year to the day before the Final Four game), these guys gave me hope that all is not lost. Long after the season was over, I would think back to the countless good memories that came last March and it really did get me through some days that still weren’t so great. I will be forever thankful for that experience and the sacrifice the team made to provide it.

But, your request wasn’t about last year, it was for this year, and in many ways my experience during the 2018-19 was even more special. I put my season ticket deposit down on the morning before they won the 2018 Arch Madness tournament, so I suspect I was towards the front of the line when seat selection came up. I chose seats that I sat in for a game last year (Sec 105, Row C, Seats 1-4) as they were almost right on the floor on the baseline and provided an incredible view of the action. We were there for the banner raising on opening night and I personally was at twelve more games (I’ll asterisk that as it should be thirteen but my wife wouldn’t let me travel from Lombard in 20 below weather for the Northern Iowa game). Every game was wonderful, and we met so many people that were alumni, parents of students, or just fans, some of whom I knew from my days on campus, and others who became new friends. It got to the point that as much as I liked the basketball, I just felt good seeing these folks and a packed gym on that beautiful campus. Game days became almost a pilgrimage, which I know is dramatic, but much needed during a winter that sometimes had little excitement otherwise.

What really made the difference was watching this team. I could not be happier for Coach Moser and his staff and players, particularly Clayton and Marcus. I watched every minute of every game this year and I never saw one where anyone quit no matter how tough things got. I was also impressed with the character of this team. They had tremendous expectations put on them at the beginning of the season (including by yours truly), but we all forgot that these young men didn’t owe us anything. Nevertheless, they took our hopes on their shoulders and did everything they could to replicate their previous success. While that took a lot of courage, and the effort put on was admirable, I could see it in their faces as the season wore on that the weight of our love was tough on them. That is when I realized that what these guys were doing was even more special than last year. I stopped worrying about conference standings and RPI and all that jazz that comes with bigger programs and just started appreciating what was in front of me. I realized worrying about the future took away from an enormously special present. The last few games of the year, while still intense, proved me right as the team put on performances that I will savor for a long time regardless of where things go from here.

That made yesterday’s conference championship clinching all the more sweet. While it was fun as a fan, it was special to see Clayton and Marcus go out on such a wonderful high note. The post-game celebration on the court was so well done and I stayed in the arena as long as I could to savor every moment. It was just as special as anything that happened last season, and in some ways even more so knowing what it took for those guys to get to this point. The smile on everyone’s faces (even Coach Moser’s!) made every anxious moment along the way worth it. And I think that will be what I take away most from this season - the past is in the past and the future will come no matter what, but the present is up to you. I tried to spend every minute of yesterday’s game and post-game party remembering that and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.

I know Coach Moser says they are not done, and I believe him. This team is very good and has the potential for another big postseason run. I’ll be in St. Louis routing the team on at their game on Friday and we’ll see what happens from there. Still, I’ll be at that game knowing that no matter what, this season has been an incredible success and it was an honor being a very small part of it as a season ticket holder. More importantly, I now know that the last two seasons have been a gift for a lifetime as it has reconnected me to the university in ways I would have never imagined. As such, you can put me down right now for my renewal of season tickets for next year. My goal for next year is perfect attendance in Sec 105, Row C, Seats 1-4, and look for me in my Loyola stocking cap, maroon and gold scarf, and early 90′s vintage jacket. You can’t miss me, but if that’s not enough, then just look for the person with the biggest smile in the arena (maybe outside of LU Wolf).

Thanks and please pass along my congratulations to the team and coaching staff.

Sincerely yours,

Jim White, Class of 1994.

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darkdexterimagines · 7 years

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Pun Intended

Imagine being a little girl who needs a prosthetic leg and you have no family so Brian makes puns take you smile.

Author: DarkDexterImagines

Reader Gender: Female

Word count: 554

Warnings: angst, little teasing

A missing limb. No parents. Loneliness. You weren’t sure which was the worst. You lost your parents along with your leg in the accident. Everyone kept telling you that you were lucky to be alive. You found that hard to believe because aside from being lonely and a now orphan you had no leg. That wasn’t crying over spilled milk.

You leaned back in the wheelchair and stared at all the prosthetic limbs. Tears threatened to spill out from your eyes but you blinked them back and sniffled.

The door opened and in came a decent looking man with thick black hair. His eyes appeared dark but when the light hit them they were a beautiful shade of green. Like most doctors he had on a big white coat and a cute colorful tie that stood out against all the white.

“Y/N, I’m Brian Moser, the prosthetist. How are you doing today?” He asked, looking at you.

“I’m alive.” You replied in a flat voice.

Brian observed that you were upset. “I’m trying to think of an amputee joke but I’m stumped.”

A laugh spilled through your lips before you could control it and for the first time you smiled.

Brian picked up a prosthetic arm. “Stay where you are. I’m armed.” He joked.

Your small laugh turned into a giggle. He put the arm down and pointed at you. His look was all serious but you couldnt stop laughing. “I know that you can’t stand. Literally can’t stand.”

That was the one that threw you into a fit of laughter. You clapped your hands at his humour.

“Thank you, I’ll be here all week.”

The tears that were in your eyes ended up rolling down your cheeks. Brian walked up to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Hey, now don’t cry. I made those jokes so you wouldn’t cry.” He used the knuckles of his fingers to wipe away the tears.

“I’m sorry, Biney.” You were so upset you couldn’t even pronounce his name right.

“Biney?” He looked at you as if you reminded him of something.

“I’m sorry, I meant to say Brian but I’m so upset.” You apologized.

He smiled. “Don’t be. Biney actually sounds cute. I won’t mind if you keep calling me that while I try to limb up some more jokes.”

You cracked another smile. Brian picked up your file and quickly scanned it with his eyes. When he looked back at you he looked like he had something on his mind which kind of concerned her. But he never told you what he was thinking. Instead he just kept coming up with cheesy jokes to make you smile.

A few weeks after that appointment you had some good news. You were getting adopted! With much excitement you used your crutches to help you down the rugged hall and then stopped when you saw who was waiting for you.

“Biney?” You asked.

Brian sent you a gentle smile. “Ready to come to your new home?” He questioned.

You suddenly swallowed the lump in your throat. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

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