I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.
(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)
~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”
Dex got a job with the helpdesk
almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown,
untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references
from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who
actually knew how to do anything with hardware.
Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help
with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls;
they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer”
without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.
He enjoyed it; compared to having
to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and
he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave
behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem
themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to
mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and
enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to
high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and
grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.
Since he’d gotten to campus early
to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish
a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes
at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t
it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now
if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)
Once the other students got back to
campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the
weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a
girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help
from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”
“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was
just about to leave anyway.”
“Thank you!” She led the way into
what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade
rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re
having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who
remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”
“No problem. You hooking it up to a
Dex walked over to the AV podium at
the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles.
“Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just
about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything
“Thank you so much!”
“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”
“Do I need to file a ticket or
“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the
meeting if you want…”
“What’s it for? I mean, I can
guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my
shift, so, you know.”
“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning
of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus
and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started
organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”
“No, it sounds like good
information to have. I’ll stick around.”
She smiled at him. “Great! I’m
“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“So do you think you’ll come back?”
Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the
projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking
about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the
bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)
“Probably not. I mean, not to
regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just
kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey
practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they
take priority, you know?”
“But you know where to find me!
Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I
can’t commit to anything.”
“Cool. I’ll see you around then,
yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball
game. We’re gonna slay.”
Dex grinned and offered his fist
for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season
“Jem told me what Ragnor Fell said about my father,” Will went on. “That for my father there was only ever one woman he loved, and it was her for him, or nothing. You are that for me. I love you, and I will only ever love you until I die—
” “Will!” He bit his lip. His hair was thick with snow, his lashes starred with flakes. “Was that too grand a statement? Did I frighten you? You know how I am with words—
” “Oh, I do.” “I recall what you said to me once,” Will went on. “That words have the power to change us. Your words have changed me, Tess; they have made me a better man than I would have been otherwise. Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die—
” She put her hand against his chest, just over his heart, and felt its beat against her palm, a unique time signature that was all its own. “I only wish you would not speak of dying,” she said. “But even for that, yes, I know how you are with your words, and, Will
I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you.”
at first glance, the message declared by all might over that brief transmission… seemed to be issuing a warning to the yet unseen criminals out there. his appearance was that of an unbreaking symbol of peace… and yet, to me, it seemed to have the completely opposite meaning.
The Yulemas ball scene from Throne of Glass by @sjmaas. I loved that part even though my heart beats for Chaol more than for Dorian, but it was certainly a beautiful scene and I wanted to draw Celaena in that beautifully written gown dancing with the Crown Prince.
Just got to the part in Crown of Midnight where Chaol dances with her and it was even more beautiful, so I’ll draw them too soon. I couldn’t wipe the smile of my face when I read that chapter.
Me and my friend were watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today and in the Yule ball scene when Ginny and Neville dance together she said that she really liked them as a couple and they should have ended up together, but then how would Harry marry into the Weasley family?? And she resolved that by saying “well he can be gay with George” and I’ve thought about that a lot in the past few hours
Prince Peter stood beside his uncle and aunt as dignitaries were being announced. Positioned high above in a balcony, King Benjamin gave a small wave of his hand at each one that bowed in his direction.
“Have you found anyone to your liking, darling?” Queen May asked her beloved nephew.
“No.” Peter gave a short answer.
“Just try sweetheart.” Peter sighed. May wanted Peter to experience true love but she had to think of their family’s greater duty to the people.
King Ben looked over at the exchange and beckoned Peter over. The young prince moved closer to his uncle.
“I know who you’re looking for.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The prince tried to lie.