#trans!dex

[willdexpoindexter]

Um I just really love this fic and needed to share it.

at your own expense

[disney-princess-in-the-making]

I !!!! Would love!!!! OMGCP fairy tale fics!!!

Haha y'all have been super excited about this, so I’m working on it!

Right now I have three in the works:Holsom Snow White, Zimbits Beauty and the Beast, Charmer The Little Mermaid

On backlog:Trans!Dex as Merida, Zimbits Cinderella, Zimbits The Golden Goose, and Holsom Little Mermaid. (and there was a request for Zimbits Mulan which I’m not sure I’ll do because the story is so China-centric and I don’t want to steal it, but I’m trying to think of ways it might work)

Things I’m interested in but don’t have a ship in mind for: Sleeping Beauty, The Princess and the Pea, Aladdin, Rapunzel, The Frog Prince, Spindle Shuttle and Needle, and honestly any regional or uncommon fairy tales. I’m also open to most ships, so send me a pairing and we’ll see how it goes!

[willdexpoindexter]

Okay fam I need someone to step to the plate on this. I’m 10000% here for your trans!Dex headcanons. I love them. But I just really need someone to address that Dex is 6’2 at EIGHTEEN and even if he’s already out and stuff by then there’s no way he doesn’t have some shit going on from being such a tall kid socialized female and I just.... I’m not tall or trans and I need someone to explore this because I love everything about trans!Dex but fam that is something that gets TALKED ABOUT.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

NaNo Update

Gonna break 10k today. Nurse and Dex nearly got into a fight because Dex thought Nurse was staring at his top surgery scars, but Nurse was actually just mesmerized by Dex being shirtless because he’d never seen him shirtless before.

[hugealienpie]

This Just In: Will Poindexter is Still a Republican

You can totally thank @the-wordbutler and @sweaterkittensahoy for inspiring this.

The Samwell Republicans don't wear anything that identifies them that way for their voter registration drive, because it seems hella tacky to them. But at a small school where less than four percent of the student body identifies as conservative, everyone already knows who they are anyway.

"Jesus Christ," a voice says, and Dex cringes when he recognizes Brody, the laxiest of the LAX bros and also a guy he knows from the trans/nb student coffee klatch he used to go to before hockey practice started eating all of his free time. "You really are trying to be Samwell's token trans Republican."

Next to Dex, Mae, the club vice president, braces herself. Dex feels rage building but tries to find some chill by channeling his inner Derek Nurse. "I'm trans and I'm Republican," he grits out, "so I'd say less 'trying' and more 'doing.'"

He braces for the inevitable argument about how it's "not possible." He marshals his bullet points about how no one agrees with everything their political party does and his reasons for supporting the GOP. Instead, Brody looks at him like he's lower than gum on a sidewalk and starts to turn away while muttering, "Fuck, he's like a reverse Caitlyn Jenner."

Which is when Dex punches him.

"What the hell, Will?" Mae demands.

Dex pictures the wall of the Haus and the bylaw instructing him to "Fffuck the LAX bros." He grins and shakes his hand out. "Just following orders."

* * *

The "Dex Punched a Fucking LAX Bro" kegster Ransom, Holster, and Shitty arrange for him is surprisingly, blessedly small, just their team and a couple really close friends. It's still weird. Shitty keeps hauling him up onto the coffee table to make him retell the story. When Dex stops wanting to tell the story, Shitty tells it himself, the fact that he wasn't there making not a lick of difference to him or his audience.

Dex retreats to the kitchen, where Bitty is, predictably, drunk baking pecan chocolate chunk cookies. "I literally punched some guy in the face," Dex says. "That doesn't seem like something we should be celebrating?"

Bitty shakes his head and measures pecans. "You stood up for yourself. That counts for a lot 'round here."

"With a kegster? Is 'got your back' code for 'will take any excuse to drink on your behalf'?"

Bitty laughs loud and clear. "Lord, honey. My frog year, after I finally got up the courage to tell them I'm gay, they threw me an actual coming out party. It was unlike any deb ball in history, but bless them, they try so hard."

Dex shrugs. "I feel like... they think the problem's solved? Like, I punched one LAX bro and the problem's gone, rather than recognizing the whole thing as a symptom of a larger problem with both transphobia and the two-party political system." Bitty raises his eyebrows, and Dex blushes, staring into his empty beer bottle. "Thinking of a poly sci minor," he mumbles.

Bitty laughs again, softer and more thoughtful. He seems like he's about to say something maybe kind of deep? Then there's a clatter of (hopefully) empties from the living room, and they look to see a schwastey Shitty and a stone sober Jack climb onto the table and start tag-team reciting the Gettysburg Address.

The moment is broken. Bitty shakes his head and grabs another beer. "That sounds like tomorrow's problem," he says kindly as he presses the bottle into Dex's hand. "For now, you have another beer, put more ice on those knuckles, and let these boys love you."

Dex presses the cold bottle against his fingers in lieu of actual ice and thinks it's not such a bad way to spend an evening.

[acountrygirlsfun]

LAX Bro Dex continued (pt. 1)

So @unchillnursey wrote this great fic Between Me and You and said I could write more in the AU so here’s what I have so far (✿◠‿◠)

Dex hasn’t skated in a really long time. He’s been so busy training for lacrosse to maintain his scholarship that he hasn’t had time for much else. But after Lardo digs up a pair of skates in his size, Nursey drags him out to Faber.

“We were supposed to be going out to a movie, not doing whatever this is,” Dex grumbles but Nursey continues tugging him through the dark rink, their fingers intertwined and a smug smirk on his face.

“Come on, aren’t you a little curious about this?” he wheedles and Dex rolls his eyes but allows himself to be tugged down onto the bench.

They lace up, Nursey more efficiently than he does, but that’s just from sheer practice. The guy is on the ice more than he’s anywhere else. Dex stands up, happy he doesn’t wobble outright but he glares at his boyfriend regardless.

“If you are not allowed to laugh at me, or if I fall you are not allowed to hold it over me, got it?” he demands harshly.

So much rides on him being able to skate and still have skills he hasn’t worked on in over a year. He knows this was supposed to be fun but it’s also kind of serious. He needs to get out of the LAX team and away from that frat house and its homophobic occupants. Nursey seems to pick up on that and just hands him a hockey stick, grabs the bucket of pucks and heads for the ice, leaving Dex to follow at his own pace.

It takes one more deep breath before he walks to the ice and goes for it.

Two hours later, Dex is tackled to the ice, Nursey laughing while Dex can’t control his giggles. He still knew what to do. He could still skate, could still pass the puck and change direction on a dime. He skated circles around Nursey, faster and smoother and grinning widely once he’d warmed up and it all came back to him.

Nursey brings a clammy hand up to hold his face before he leans in and presses an urgent kiss to his lips, slotting their legs together. Dex allows himself to get lost in it, ignoring the cold of the ice on his back in favor of focusing on the warm press of Nursey’s sweaty body on top of him. Eventually Nursey pulls back, leaving a couple quick pecks on Dex’s cheeks before he stops kissing him long enough to smile.

“Ready to go talk to some coaches?”

Getting everything worked out with the athletics department is more involved than it should be. But by some miracle, it happens. His scholarship gets transferred, Coaches Hall and Murray both approved of his skills and apparently having the co-captains vouching for a personality fit meant acceptance to the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.

The worst part of the whole ordeal is going home. The going home to get his hockey stuff, drop off his lacrosse stuff and see his family wasn’t bad. But going to his doctor to have a check up and get the necessary paperwork for his new coaches was a hassle he really hadn’t wanted to relive.

But if he wants to keep taking T, he needs the doctors note to give to the athletic director and his coaches again. It’s not that seeing his doctor is that bad but the process of getting an appointment made that’s convenient and doesn’t conflict with class, the waiting and the tedium is what makes it annoying more than anything.

But soon enough he’s at his first practice, nervous as hell but ready to work, ready to try this. The last week and a half he’s been put through his paces in the gym, working out with Ransom and Holster. Lacrosse had been about strength and speed. Hockey is the same but on skates. And when he wasn’t in the gym with the captains, in class or sleeping he was holed up in the Haus running through hockey plays.

Warming up on the ice he’s anxious all around. But as the practice goes on he realizes how different the hockey team really is. They laugh during practice. If someone messes up a drill or a play (and people do! People who aren’t Dex!) Ransom or Holster will call them out and make sure they know what to do next time. Then everyone resets and the person who fucked up gets a chance to get it right.

There’s no degrading yelling, no angry yelling which is such a change Dex can’t believe he stayed on the LAX team as long as he did. It really hits him though on the last drill. They’re doing a drill to work on checking and Dex has to go up against Holster. It’s been awhile but when it’s his turn to skate at Holster and try to get past it all comes back to him. 

He remembers exactly how he’d managed to check the guys bigger than him in high school even though he was still pretty scrawny and putting on muscle painfully slowly. 

He drops his shoulder just enough to catch Holster just right and when he straightens out and pushes Holster, Holster is the one who goes flying. His skates slip out from underneath him just like Dex was going for and lands with a thud on the ice.

Everything goes quiet and Dex tries not to noticably flinch. Showing up a senior, and a captain no less, meant laps and glares for the rest of the week on the lacrosse team. He isn’t looking forward to the kind of punishment Holster comes up with.

“Holy shit,” Holster says, loud and surprised as he props himself up on his elbows.

Dex skates forward and leans down, his hand extended to help Holster up. Holster takes it and gets his feet beneath him once again before Dex pulls him up.

“Sor-“ Dex starts but Holster has pulled him into a hug.

“That was amazing dude!” he says even louder now that Dex is pressed into his chest, “How did you do that?”

Dex laughs, big and happy and Holster pulls back to smile at him.

“Old habits I guess,” Dex says once he stops laughing enough to speak, his smile so big his cheeks are sore.

Everyone is smiling and laughing at Holster but not because the reaction is new or different. This is just how the hockey team is.

And this is right were Dex wants to be.  

[flightlesscrowkids]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Nursey woke up once in the night, impossibly comfortable, wrapped around someone warm and breathing slow. He opened his eyes, disoriented—was he drunk, did he hook up with someone and completely forget—and was met with grey-blue Maine dawn and Dex curled hard against him, his nose to Nursey’s chest and one arm flung over his hip.

Nursey wondered, in a kind of hysterical, fairy-tale sort of way, if Dex could feel it when his heart stopped.

The second half of my Big Dexnursey Fic, please enjoy <3