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DexParse phone backgrounds!
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Feel free to check out my other backgrounds (not much yet, but feel free to prompt!)
Kent stretches his arms out, groaning as he strains. “Alright, I’ll be back,” he jumps out of the car, taking his knapsack with him. He emerges a few minutes later with a large bag of chips and two slushies. Dex is already back in the car “Cherry or Blue Raspberry,” Kent inquires. He notices how Dex is staring at him incredulously. “What?” “You took your backpack to the fucking bathroom,” Dex huffs. “So?” “That’s unsanitary,” Dex chastises him. “I washed my hands,” Kent presents them in front of the steering wheel. Dex swats them away, “whatever.” Kent shrugs, “look, I’m just offering a token of my appreciation here. You don’t have to enjoy a nice, cool, delicious ICEE on a hot day.” Dex snorts, “hand me the cherry and shut up.” “Knew it,” Kent smirks as Dex pulls out of the gas station. “Blue Raspberry is disgusting.” Dex takes a long sip of his drink, “and not a real flavor.” “And let me guess,” Kent hums. “You’re only driving to Vegas because it was cheaper than flying? You probably hate road trips.”
Slushie-bearing Kent (and Excerpt!!) from Out of Gas by the ever-wonderful P / @abominableobriens .
Again, because I re-read it last week and it made me feel things again and I doodled this at work and then liked it and painted it. And just in time for Kent’s birthday tomorrow too. (also I just woke up bleary eyed from an extremely rare 2 hour afternoon nap and my first thought was “is it 12 pm CST on July 4th yet? Is all the Kent Parson Birthday Bash stuff posted yet?” Alas, no. ) My other Check Please fanart!
I hate Dex’s old man hair so much
75 for paradex?
“I’ve been fighting for a long time… and it’s turned me into.. this.”
omfg anon, you’re either asking for something hilarious or really angsty. let’s see what we can do
and this will also be from my OoG verse
for @dexrarepairweek
It’s one of those rare afternoons off that finds Dex playing Overwatch with Nursey. Remotely of course, because Nursey was down in New York procrastinating on editing an manuscript. Kent all but throws the front door open, unceremoniously dumps the groceries in front of the fridge, and drops his phone into Dex’s lap. He collapses into the armchair to the right of the couch, scrubbing his face harshly.
“Hi to you too,” Dex chirps.
“Not in the mood, William,” Kent groans.
Kent never calls him by his first name. It’s enough to get him to pause the game and mumble a “be right back” to Nursey.
“Why do I have your phone?”
“Because people are assholes,” Kent says.
Dex eyes him warily. He unlocks the phone, which is already open to Twitter. There’s a massive thread about hockey players coming out because they’re not man enough to get a real woman.
“Sorry, what did you do?”
“Almost came out on Twitter just to say— y’know—fuck you. I’d love to know what your definition of ‘real woman’ is, you fucking transphobe.”
“But you didn’t?” Dex asks slowly.
“Nope,” Kent says with an emphasis on the p. “Did not, in fact, out myself today out of spite.”
“That’s good.” He nods.
Kent snorts, throwing his arms over his face. Dex reads through the thread again. Both thankful that Kent didn’t do anything to put himself in danger, and pissed that he even had to look it in the first place.
“So what’s the problem?” he asks after Kent’s had some time to calm down.
“I don’t know.” Kent sighs. “My first instinct was to cause a shit storm. And I didn’t —yay? But it was still there, that fucking knee-jerk reaction to start a fight before they get me.”
“Who’s they?”
Kent waves him off. “I’ve been fighting for a long time… and it’s turned me into.. this.” He gestures vaguely to himself. “This— neurotic mess, who’s always on edge. You know I almost kicked some people out yesterday because they wouldn’t stop asking why the bathroom signs are so weird?”
Bitty and Kent had special ordered some bathroom signs with mythical creatures on them that said “whatever, just wash your hands.”
Dex shrugs, offering a hug that Kent quickly gets up to accept. He’s sitting in Dex’s lap, clinging in every way imaginable. It’s nice, Dex thinks as he squeezes back. Maybe he can’t fight Kent’s battles for him (Kent would hate that anyway). But if he could be there at the end of the day to make things a little better, it was worth it.
“You’re allowed to refuse service to anyone,” Dex mutters. “You can block people on Twitter. I know it sucks sometimes, and you can come out whenever you want—”
“But…” Kent prompts.
“But maybe you aren’t ready,” Dex supplies. “Maybe you don’t ever have to be ready. It’s not about them, it’s about you being yourself. Fuck the rest of the world, they don’t deserve you.”
Kent chuckles, leaning back to kiss Dex on the cheek. “Maybe you’re right. Thanks, baby.”
Dex feels his lip twitch softly. “Anything for you.”
paradex + “What the fuck happened to your face?” (bonus points if polyfarms is a thing as well. ALL THE POLYAMORY!)
((ohhh so this has to be an OoG AU obvi, which I’m totally cool with))
for @dexrarepairweek
The Falcs shut out the Rangers at home. During the course of the second period, Dex gets a puck to the face. Later, Jack will chirp him for finally looking like a hockey player. Snowy chirps him for doing his job a little too well.
“You don’t have to lay your life on the line for me, for fuck’s sake,” Snowy tells him.
He knew, however, that no amount of chirps or well wishes made up for the fact that his nose was broken. He already has big ears and bright red hair. A crooked nose will totally completely the “gawky white guy” aesthetic he’s been rocking since the day his growth spurt hit in seventh grade.
He’s told he can shower and head out early. Normally, that wouldn’t be allowed. But he can’t play the last period with his nose in a split. When Dex pulls up in front of his apartment building, he steals a few minutes of quiet breathing. Preparing himself for a barrage of questions and concerns.
Dex takes the stairs up to his fourth floor rather than the elevator. As he put his key in the lock, the door flies open. Nursey all but yanks him inside. He proceeds to check every inch of Dex’s face.
“Quit it,” Dex whines.
Nursey tuts. “It looks worse than it did on TV.”
Dex grimaces. “Please tell me you’re the only one who saw it.”
“Nope,” Farmer shouts from her office. “Parse called from the bar too.”
Dex sighs, of course he saw. He trudges to the couch, falling back carelessly. Nursey pats him on the back, heading toward the kitchen.
“Want anything?” Nursey asks.
“A time machine,” he mutters.
“You know no one’s that rich, right?” Nursey chirps.
Dex nods despite the fact that Nursey probably isn’t looking in his direction. “Maybe just leftovers, then.”
Farmer comes out eventually, sitting down next to Dex. She pulls him closer so he can use her shoulder as a pillow.
“It’s not so bad, y’know?” she assures. “You’ll look distinguished.”
“Distinguished is another word for ugly,” Dex argues.
“Remind me never to get you a tweed jacket then,” Nursey says.
“You’d get that for yourself, babe,” Farmer counters.
“True,” Nursey concedes. “Anyway, what’s eating you, Poindexter?”
Dex gestures with one hand, “who’s going to be worse? Chris or Kent?”
“Chris isn’t going to be that bad–” Farmer says at the same time Nursey says “oh good point.”
Dex rolls his eyes. “I know they mean well. I’m just…not up for being fretted over right now.”
Farmer pats him sympathetically. “Tough shit. It’s gonna happen, whether you like it or not.”
He nods, submitting to his fate.
Kent gets home first. He storms through the apartment, forgetting to close the door behind him. (Nursey has to get up to fix that.) Kent moves Dex’s at different angles.
Once he’s satisfied, Kent sighs. “What did I tell you at Anderson?”
“He’s a dirty son of a bitch,” Dex recites.
“And,” Kent says, “not to get on his bad side.”
“I thought you meant that metaphorically,” Dex huffs.
“Nope,” Kent says. He carefully tilts his head, planting a gentle kiss on Dex’s lips. “Glad you’re okay, though.”
Dex grins. “Me too.”
Chris arrives a few minutes later. Kent and Farmer scoot further down the sectional to give them space. Chris stares at Dex’s nose split for a minute.
“Chow–”
“Don’t,” Chris interrupts Dex’s protests.
Chris takes Dex’s hands, rubbing circles into his thumbs. Dex squeezes back.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Dex argues.
“I told them not to give you shit,” Chris says. “I fucking hate them sometimes.”
“Hey,” Dex nudges him. “I’ll be fine.”
Chris glares half halfheartedly. “Are you okay? Seriously?”
Dex nods. “I got half the night off, and you’re here. How could I not be?”
let me paint you a picture
for @dexrarepairweek here’s a bonus scene from my Paradex/DexParse fic
Out of Gas
Previously:
Kent huffs, but ultimately relents. Dex spends that time clearing his mind. Because Kent was right, sometimes it was a lot to deal with how he can’t deal. But for the most part, Kent genuinely cared about Dex, and Dex genuinely cared about him. He thinks he could see a tiny house parked somewhere on the west coast. Somewhere in between Nursey, Chowder, Farmer, and Dylan. He thinks he could find a software job just about anywhere, and that Kent could see the world as he wants without feeling like he doesn’t belong anywhere.
There’s a part of him that wonders if he could actually make it in the NHL. If maybe his story would be different. Jack’s out; Kent wouldn’t have to play; and Dex would still go to therapy. He thinks that the idea of a Cup in his hands and Kent’s arms wrapped around his waist is optimistic and naïve. Dex was raised to be pragmatic, to always think of the long term. Something about prodding Kent into asking for what he wants makes Dex want to think harder about what he wants for himself.
Now:
Dex feels himself nodding off as Kent rambles. They’re laying in bed, heads underneath the covers as if they had the energy to make a blanket fort. Dex’s flight had gotten in only an hour before. Roadies were never ideal, but this one had stretched on forever. He had another two weeks until his bye week. Then he could fix his sleep schedule. He could make dinner with Kent. They could pretend they’re going to visit his mom in Maine instead of laying on the couch for as long as physically possible.
Playing for the Falconers is definitely less of a strain on their relationship. But there are still weeks where they barely get to talk to each other because their schedules are conflicting. Even when they’re both in town. Dex feels too old for being 25. His joints ache and his idea of a good time is dinner at home. Sometimes those plans include friends, but mainly due to Kent’s need to socialize.
Providence accidentally turned out to be everything they were searching for. It’s big enough for Kent to not go stir crazy, yet small enough for Dex to not feel like a fish out of water. The vibe of the city is eclectic. The summers weren’t too hot, and the winters were at least warmer than Maine. Most of their friends were within driving distance, not including Troy and the other Aces back in Vegas. But Dex has plans for the offseason. They could finally see every inch of North America, together.
Kent’s voice is low and soothing. It dances through Dex’s ear drums like a firefly at dusk. He groans in exhaustion, pulling Kent in so close his chapped lips rub against Dex’s chest.
“I was thinking about shaving my head, what do you think?”
This declaration startles Dex out of his dazed state. “What?”
Kent chuckles. “I knew you weren’t listening.”
“So...no head shaving?”
“Nope,” he says smugly. “Not today.”
“Kenny—”
“What? I asked if you wanted to sleep and what did you say?”
“No, I can talk for a bit,” Dex repeats.
Kent shakes his head. “You can’t run on fumes, babe.”
“I kno—” his words get cut off as he yawns.
“C’mon,” Kent nudges him to lay back more against his pillow. “Let’s hit the hay.”
“But what were you—” he yawns again, “saying?”
“I found this great tiny house on Craig’s list,” he explains.
“No,” Dex grumbles.
“No what? You haven’t heard anything about it.”
“We’re not spending two months in something from Craig’s list,” he declares as he snaps his eyes shut.
“But you haven’t heard about it yet.”
“No, Kenny,” Dex insists.
“Will you at least look at it first?”
He cracks an eye open, smirking mischievously.
“What are you thinking, Poindexter?”
“Just picturing our new tiny house,” he says casually.
Kent makes a strangled yelp in the back of his throat. “You didn’t.”
“Did what? Ordered that house you were eyeing? I did,” Dex smirks triumphantly.
His eyes are already closed again. But he doesn’t need them open to feel the kisses Kent peppers across his face. He can feel the way Kent’s mouth is flitting across his freckles, tracing them carefully.
“You’re something, Dexy,”
“Is that a good thing?”
Kenny kisses him firmly on the lips, murmuring, “Yeah, it really is.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: ¼ Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kent “Parse” Parson/William “Dex” Poindexter Characters: Kent “Parse” Parson, William “Dex” Poindexter, Swoops (Check Please!), Kent Parson’s Sister Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, BPD Kent, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied Sexual Content Summary:
Kent scrambles in before he can change his mind. He plops his bag onto his lap, and fastens the seatbelt tightly. He offers the kid his hand to shake, “Kent.” The kids looks at his hand wearily (probably wondering how likely it would be that Kent could over power him and take his car). He sighs, reluctantly accepting the hand, “Dex.” OR The one where Dex picks up a hitch hiker on the way to Aces prospect camp.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kent "Parse" Parson/William "Dex" Poindexter Characters: Kent "Parse" Parson, William "Dex" Poindexter, Swoops (Check Please!), Kent Parson's Sister Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, BPD Kent, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon typical alcohol use, Trans Male Character Summary:
Kent scrambles in before he can change his mind. He plops his bag onto his lap, and fastens the seatbelt tightly. He offers the kid his hand to shake, “Kent.” The kids looks at his hand wearily (probably wondering how likely it would be that Kent could over power him and take his car). He sighs, reluctantly accepting the hand, “Dex.” OR The one where Dex picks up a hitch hiker on the way to Aces prospect camp.