#i just want to see dex be happy man

[99probalos]

every day i think about a gorilla interrupted sequel that is sincere and silly and kind to its characters and still has that quality of "we had one camera and no money" to it. and then i remember

[tcustodisart]

Connecticut Tav | Wood Half-Elf | Beast Master Ranger

So, this is my sheet for @bareee's @tav-dex. Went a little overboard and made a whole ass character sheet (man the last time I made one of those was so long ago). I want to write something about my cringe boy so. Buckle up because it's going to be long and poorly written (I suck at writing).

One edit because I'm a dummy, his alignment is neutral good not true neutral idk why I did that.

He was born and raised in his mom's and step-dad's tavern called Crow's Perch (not as fancy as Elf Song but in a different category as Blushing Mermaid)(the tavern thing is just for the sake of a joke that the most popular drink they serve is called 'Connecticut Water'). He has an older brother, who's a bard. Despite the description for Urchin background ("After surviving a poor and bleak childhood") he had a happy childhood, filled with love and support. The two brothers treated the whole Lower City as their playground: breaking into places just for fun, pick pocketing nobles, climbing Wyrm's Rock Fortress etc.

His love for beasts and creatures of any kind comes from the stories told by his step-dad (both him and Tav's mom are retired adventurers). Step dad was the one who told Tav about Darkmaw the Wicked *wink wink*.

At one point he got tired of the city life and decided he wanted to become a ranger. After successfully fulfilling some contracts he became so confident of his skills he tried to build a trap all by his own. The trap exploded right into his face (he himself has no idea how it didn't kill him or damaged his eyes). After that he was sulking in his hunting hut for a month. The experience humbled the boy. Most of his adventuring prior to the nautiloid could just be boiled down to hanging around one village and talking local boars out of destroying potato fields, and occasionally getting rid of poachers.

Before the abduction he was on his way to Baldur's Gate to see his family (which he hasn't seen in months).

Trivia (because it's easier to write stuff this way):

His hair started to go grey at the start of Act 3 from the weight of responsibility and stress.

In Act 1 he was corresponding with his family thanks to Faust. After entering The Underdark he stopped sending letters (In Underdark because it would be hard, in Act 2 because he didn't want the bird to be killed by Shadow Curse).

Despite being close to his family in Act 3, he didn't visit them or send any messages in fear that Gortash and/or Orin would hurt them.

He carries with him a razor and some fancy oils for his beard.

His brother wrote one ballad about him, soon after that Tav forbid him from writing more (it was very much not accurate).

His step-dad taught him how to fight with a sword, while his mom taught him archery and the art of stealth.

Tav's biological father died when he was very young so he has barely any memory of him.

Tav's a walking Merlin app, he can identify any bird by just listening to it.

He loves climbing trees. Either to rest on a branch or to scout the surroundings.

He loves picking up herbs and making potions.

Despite growing up in a tavern he's not much of a drinker.

He's very self-conscious about his height and chest-to-belly area. He tries his best not to show it.

At one point he was persona non grata at Sharess' Caress.

He enjoys fishing.

Sir Daisy Dewdrop Fluffington is a name of his childhood plush.

He knows how to play lanceboard (he often plays against Gale and tries to teach it to Wyll).

He draws in his journal. He drew all of his companions at least once.

He almost cried when Jaheira called him 'cub' and almost called her 'mom' in response.

He's scared of Lae'zel. But tries his best to understand and help her.

He had countless heart-to-hearts with Karlach.

In his journal he described Astarion as 'his equal on the battlefield'.

[mcofthemansion]

Hihi! Hugs! Currently a little bit obsessed with pokemon since the dlc for indigo disk comes out soon (4 days as of now when I'm posting this) so apologies if I'm not posting some pretty lovely otome guy/girl stuff for a little while...I just can't help but live and breathe pokemon until I have terapagos securely in my party! Little baby turtle must cuddle forever and ever!

So for now, I offer you random pokemon teams that remind me of my/your men for no particular reason : (Ikevamp) -> (Tears of Themis)

Arthur (Ikevamp) :

• Popplio -> Primarina line (Because Vic! Ok? I think I'm referring to one of my first posts)

• Applin -> Flapple (Because of that thing when you give someone an Applin you confess your feelings and ensure a happy future together, reminds me of the red ribbon thing ok!!! ><)

• Lillipup -> Stoutland (Remember in Alola how it helped you find stuff like a dowsing machine would in previous gens? It can be a detective-y pokemon! Yay! Also again...dog...Vic...yeah...still this one represents his detective skills)

• Happiny -> Blissey (Arthur's doctor skills and how much he cares! I can see him having a Blissey!)

• Mimikyu (His interest in the occult and its cute)

• Shiny Milcery -> shiny Alcremie (Reminds me of his love of fudge! It just does! Not much of an explanation but yeah, also the blue decorations!)

Isaac (Ikevamp) :

• Porygon-[2-Z] (It's a super math-y pokemon ok! Well at least the most math-y in my opinion, plus it levitates which I think Newt would find cool)

• Magnemite -> Magnezone (Idk it's a pokemon for really smart people and it's a super science-y and professor-y pokemon...so yeah...don't expect me to try and give a physics answer, my brain is fried)

• Applin -> Appletun (Enough said, just has to happen, it's a big cuddly sweet apple pie, Newt...apples...yeah...this one is sweet ok, also the romantic thing about Applin)

• Sandshrew -> Sandslash (Kanto to be exact! Because Harry, need I say more?)

• Hatenna -> Hatterene (Newt is super calm...so I can see a Hatenna sticking around him! It might cutely fall asleep at his desk with him)

• Togepi -> Togekiss (Newt had a thing with Theology, don't quiz me I'm tired, anyways in Sheild the dex entry is "Known as a bringer of blessings, it's been depicted on good-luck charms since ancient times" and I was like...awww Newt might like that...kind of a sweet angelic pokemon)

Napoleon (Ikevamp) :

• Rufflet -> Hisuian Braviary (Jupiter! Because, because, because)

• Honedge -> Aegislash (Have you seen his rapier? Enough said, the man can fight)

• Sewaddle -> Leavanny (Idk this always feels like a nurturing pokemon that I could see in a school as an assistant or smth so it would help out at L'École de Napoleon or smth like that)

• Riolu -> Lucario (It's a smart and just fighter, it fits! Plus it doubles Leon's coolness factor XD)

• Bagon -> Salamence (Bagon wanted a change so bad it happened! The whole flying thing...Leon gets it! He wanted to bring about some change pretty badly so they just kinda connect...plus it's a cool dragon!)

• Komala (Cute napping Koala to cuddle with...need I say more? Even more of a reason to sleep in)

Faust (Ikevamp) :

• Shroodle -> Grafaiai (Mephie! It's a poison type! Yay experiments!)

• Beldum -> Metagross (It's a smart person science-y pokemon that floats!)

• Elgyem -> Beheeyem (It loves experimenting with humans and thier memory so Faust would probably get a kick out of it!)

• Zorua -> Zoroark (He would be fascinated by the shape-shifting and it brings the coolness factor, sorta somewhat matches his vibes)

• Nacli -> Garganacl (It can hurt and heal with its salt powers which might get rather useful for Faust)

• Spiritomb (guy works as a priest...I'm assuming he's had experiences with funerals and stuff and I can see this as his ghost type pokemon)

That's about all for ikevamp for now!

Vyn (ToT)

• Deerling -> Winter Sawsbuck (Svart's animal is a deer...and Vyn's hair is white ok!)

• Petilil -> Liligant (His love of gardening and elegant things...it just kinda works)

• Ralts -> Gardevoir (seems like a pretty good psych nurse pokemon to help him out with the feelings stuff and all)

•Rowlet -> Decidueye (His love of Archery)

• Fidough -> Dachsbun (His love of sweet things! And pastries)

• Sinistea -> Polteagiest (Authentic! Just because that's the Vyn-est thing he could get in pokemon!)

Marius (ToT)

• Gimmighoul -> Gholdengo (He's a rich fun loving CEO...explain to me why excitable money made surfing ghost isn't up his alley!)

• Smeargle (Artist...yeah...enough said)

• Ekans -> Arbok (His symbol is a purple snake...I couldn't not do this!)

• Luvdisc (Our Marius is sort of a flirt!)

• Pikachu (It's fluffy and as in the public eye as he is...probably felt a lot in common)

• Rotom (I associate Pax with tech so...yeah...idk...it just fits in my mind)

Anyways! Thanks for letting me ramble! Should I do this with other guys?

[takenbypeter]

First Lesson

Ben Poindexter x reader

Words: 530

Author’s note: Dex dancing, is just about the cutest thing I can imagine, he doesn’t seem like the dancer type so any scene with him dancing is adorable

You expected nothing more than the normal scene when you arrived a few hours earlier than planned to your shared apartment with Dex. 

So you were quite surprised when you went to place your key in the keyhole and you could hear classical music coming from the other side of the door. Dex and music wasn’t the most rarest thing in the world, no, opening the door and finding Dex in the open space, standing up straight looking just as surprised to see you, while the television seemed to be playing a dance tutorial, that—that was one of the rarest things you’ve never seen. 

“Hello?” You said setting your things down, “what’s going on?” You’d asked after he hadn’t responded to your greeting. 

He let out a little cough, reaching for the remote to pause the video then turning to you with his full attention, “nothing. You’re here early,” he said, obviously trying to change the subject. 

“It was slow, they let me out early,” you said, making your way to him. Once close enough you reach for the remote yourself, scrolling up to see the name of the video and sure enough it was a tutorial on how to slow dance. Without giving it a second thought you pressed play and the music continued once again. 

Turning to Dex you grabbed one hand and placed it on your waist, then you did the same with the other, “keep your hands on my waist,” you instructed as you began to take steps, Dex looked down keeping his feet in time with yours. “Don’t look at the floor, look at me,” you said and his eyes lifted to meet yours. 

His tension eased after a few more sways as he gained the hang of it, and in that moment of comfortability you decided it best to look for some answers. With his hands on your waist and your hands around his shoulders you ask again, “what’s going on? Why are you trying to learn how to dance?”

“You love to dance,” that was a true fact, you often found yourself moving to any beat that played no matter the genre, “you always look so carefree and happy and relaxed, I want to feel that with you.”

You tried but couldn’t stop the smile that was breaking onto your face, because well for one, Dex dancing? Was something that honestly never once crossed your mind, and secondly because he’s come so far in expressing himself to you, you're actually really proud of the man who was clearly stepping out of his comfort zone for you. 

“Well,” you lean closer, bringing your head to his chest, “you seem to be getting the hang of it. How do you feel?”

Dex swayed with you and the music, feeling warmth from your praise and from holding you so close in his arms, something he was constantly coming to terms with. “I feel…” you could feel the vibrations of his words through his chest, “carefree. Happy. And relaxed.”

“And all you had to do was dance.”

Dex remained silent because he knew it wasn’t the dancing that made him feel all those things, it was you. 

[britcision]

On today’s episode of “Ryoko Kui should totally come play dnd with me she’d fit right in at our table” lemme tell you about the bard

Our bard’s a tiefling, with a little fey heritage from his mom’s side and a little aasimar heritage on his mama’s side

All this mechanically means for him is that he’s resistant to radiant rather than fire damage and his Primal Savagery does radiant damage rather than acid damage

Storywise, it’s a little more of a problem because it physically makes him shiny… and per consultation with the rest of the party after 4 years of playing, he now has a mild compulsion effect from the fey side

Cuz when people see him, they want him

How they want him depends on the person, but the party pretty much unanimously looked at this sweet little sunshine child with a DEX modifier of -4 and decided they’d die for him within a couple sessions, which was funny enough it became the effect

(Not only were our edgelords who decided they were gonna be standoffish lone wolves who didn’t bond with anyone not immune, he fucking got them both first before moving on to the others)

He has no control over this effect nor any say on how it affects people, because that wouldn’t be as much fun

It also led to him being kidnapped and kept as a pet for 11 years by Evil Art Forger Tony Stark, because wanting to keep someone does not mean you see them as a person in any way shape or form

(Coincidentally, he was 11 at time of kidnapping)

(No One was pleased to learn that the sweet happy bard also actually does have a tragic backstory)

(They were less pleased to discover that he himself does not believe he has a tragic backstory, he still likes Evil Art Forger Tony Stark and thinks he’s great)

(Wait until they find out it even includes more annihilated towns than theirs we’re at 5/7 party members - almost better numbers than the Dad Box)

So our bard is a bit of a dichotomy; on the one hand, he has Party Mode, which is when Evil Art Forger Tony Stark wanted to show off his pretty shiny little tiefling pet to his evil crime friends

The bard was also promptly adopted by the escort’s guild in-game, so unbeknownst to him until about a week ago he had official membership and status in the most prominent entertainer’s union in the land; this will be functionally useless for everything except border checks and Lying To Authority

(He’s a bard his persuasion was already there)

He’s a well known little escort, all perfect grace and poise and refined manners

On the other hand, he has All Of The Rest Of The Time, when he’s a feral little bastard gremlin who WILL bite anyone he can get his teeth into and will jump off a moving horse with a -4 DEX penalty if he thinks he saw a snake

(His passive perception is 26 and he’s planning to bump it because he doesn’t think I deserve nice things like surprising the party)

Oh, and he doesn’t believe yuan-ti are real snake people because his tiny autistic ass is 10000% hyper-fixated on snakes for not having legs, and there’s a yuan-ti pureblood in the escort union who only pulls the tail out for stabbing purposes

(She’s aware he believes this and has been deliberately not showing him because she thinks it’s funny. She’s right)

All of this brought to you by tonight’s revelation that he’d get along like a fucking house on fire with the Canaries

Mithrun may well be the only person not blood-related to him that’d be immune to his compulsion effect, but far more importantly, Mithrun and Fleki both deserve to just haul off and bite people more and he’d encourage them wholeheartedly

But far more importantly, their interactions would probably go something like this:

Everyone else: oh man I bet that shiny little guy’s not gonna get along with the captain, he’s all bright and cheery and the captain’s gonna ignore him cuz he doesn’t care about anything but dungeons

Virtue and Mithrun in the corner:

Virtue: hey wanna sit for six hours and I can tell you about snakes

Mithrun: sure. I fucked a snake once

Virtue: ………. Okay I lied you’re going first but if they had legs it doesn’t count

Mithrun: nah there were no legs my lover in my dungeon was snake from the waist down. Probably a naga

*detailed monsterfucking explanation likely follows*

[xisanamii]

pokemon AU brainrot is real (i can't draw pokemon) i have some thoughts underneath the cut, so you can read them for fun if you'd like. what i will say over it though is that once again rabbit's gigantic sexy galaxy brain gave the pokemon ideas for murasaku, moriliu, and mayukuro. mwah thanks as always you should give your brain more credit (i will force you to)

when SV came out i remember bulldozing for a charcadet cuz i saw ceruledge and was like damn that's cool, and named him "tatsuya" (first name for fun) - then i found out he had a counterpart (armarouge) and i was like wow this is literally kagami and himuro (please see their dex entries for more info). i haven't done much in the way of writing, but just know in my head there's an entire story with the dramatic breakup where they both started off with charcadet, and then stuff happened. emulating canon, basically. alex trained them with her skeledirge.

next, takao's emolga and erika's pancham torment himuro, because why not. hot man suffering or something. himuro's popularity certainly translates over to pokemon (emolga likes midorima better, but they like to tease himuro because takao does).

last of the himuro series, i do have an entire team thought up for himueri - i love ceruledge, but froslass would be THE pokemon for himuro (like, designated partner pokemon... reasons are self-explanatory). and cinccino is THE pokemon for erika (scarf...) - they're just tormenting each other. my favorite thought about this is that froslass very often thinks about making himuro a frozen statue because of how hot he is (she doesn't, because she's trained well, but she has Thoughts). she doesn't really care about erika but grows to tolerate her, and would turn her into a statue if it makes himuro happy (i mean, it wouldn't, but froslass is vibing). on the other hand, cinccino admires himuro's skin and wonders about his skincare routine.

murasakibara and sakurai own their own bakery shop, where they cater to pokemon and humans alike. don't mind the poisonous looking poffins. amoonguss (sakurai's) just chills around the shop a lot and tries to leech off the extra goodies if there are any. alcremie (murasakibara's) helps out with the baking, and is fascinated by how well the two can manage to switch between different types of pastries and bento boxes. savory AND sweet foods offered! i call it a bakery but it's a glorified bakery because they can do a lot of different foods.

moriyama and liu wei definitely start out like how i've written them in my yosen canon lol they bond over wanting to flirt and seduce women, but it creates a whole other can of sexual tension. moriyama's delcatty is often the semi-unwilling captain of moriyama's journey to become popular with women. she does love him but barely manages to tolerate his shenanigans (unfortunately, it sometimes works - girls will come up to pet his delcatty. she enjoys being pampered and the attention, at least). escavalier for liu wei, and to quote rabbit, a knight in shining armor represents his ideals best given his antiquated demeanor. plus, it's pretty swoonworthy to be popular with the ladies. they're all gay though.

mimikyu for mayuzumi and pikachu for kuroko should be self-explanatory. kuroko's pikachu has blue eyes... because why not. i imagine that mayuzumi reads out in the park often to calm mimikyu's sadness. pikachu desperately wants mimikyu to like him. mimikyu ain't having it though. however, much to mayuzumi's disgruntlement, mimikyu does like kuroko more than pikachu. no one is deterred by the other's bitterness - in fact, it's much ammo for teasing.

[fat-oc-battle]

nerium stardancer (@fagdykes)

"Nerium (she/they) is a Starborne, cursed by the g-ds to wander between the stars from world to world and server to server without ever placing down roots. Eventually, she met Dex (xe/it), a ghastling who gave them a reason to fight to stay. As the two of them grew closer, they developed an unbreakable bond, until the whims of the g-ds tried to pull her away. Unwilling to let them go, Dex challenged the g-ds to let her stay with xem- and won, giving them a chance to build a life of adventure together. Also, she and Dex do crime and unethical science together <3 love wins"

angel (@slenderverse)

"This is Angel! A lot of her information is already on her profile so I guess I'll just talk about her as a fat person :) She's based off my body type, especially with the smaller chest. I don't see a lot of representation for the way I'm built so I wanted to make sure she can be there for me you know? Drawing her makes me really happy because I can represent myself like I could anyone else.

As it's the 1970s she does struggle a lot with her appearance but when she gets older & starts testosterone, a lot of her issues with her weight go away as she gets more comfortable in her body. Later on she started dating & gets married to a man named Miller who is also fat.I wish I had art of him but he currently does not have a ref sheet."

[stilwaterangel]

#8 for Angel and Johnny :)

8. Confessions ; prompt challenge - set somewhere near the end of sr2. 1.4k words.

Y’know, it’s honestly surprising that this hasn’t happened sooner. ‘This’ being the big feelings talk, or whatever the fuck you want to call it.

It’s been a long time coming, really, and there’s been more than a handful of moments throughout their lives that could have almost been this moment; God knows they’ve been inches away from kissing on at least three separate occasions, and Angel likes to fondly reminisce on the nights they’d go out clubbing and things would get a little too close, a little too handsy.

Still, they’ve never really properly addressed it. Angel had always guessed it was pretty obvious on his end, what with his lingering stares and obnoxious flirting and the way he does anything and everything to be close to Johnny—he figured that Johnny got the message, it’s hard not to, but wasn’t interested in that way, probably doesn’t swing that way at all, and was politely ignoring his advances so as not to ruin their beautiful platonic friendship. Their bromance, of sorts, except with like, touching a little too near to hips sometimes and lips being suspiciously close.

Angel tries not to think about it.

It’s been several years since they met, since Angel had joined the Saints, and it’s been a rough past few months in particular. If losing Carlos wasn’t enough, he found out all that shit about Julius and Dex, and now they have fucking special forces from Ultor on their ass.

Regardless, they try to find time for positivity, or at least short moments to relax amidst all the chaos. Shaundi had taken Pierce and a bunch of saints out on business, saying something about how she’ll keep Ultor occupied and to “chill out, boss!”, and left Angel alone with Johnny.

(She’d also pulled him aside privately before she left, giving him a serious staredown. 

“You better talk to him,” she raises a finger, stern, pointing a long purple nail at him, “I’m serious, Angel. I’m like, soooo sick of hearing you pine and get all sappy and shit.”

Angel frowns, rolls his eyes, and looks away from her knowing gaze.

“I do not pine,” he mutters, “and I’m definitely not sappy—aren’t you supposed to be my girlfriend? What do you get out of this?”

“I get to see my boyfriend be happy,” she leans up to kiss him on the cheek, chaste, and then punches him in the arm, “figure your shit out, boss.”)

There’s a weirdly awkward silence between them. Or Angel just feels awkward, because Johnny seems uncaring, clumsily wiping at his eye under his glasses and then dropping down onto the sofa, kicking his feet up on the table and looking over at Angel.

“What’s up?” He stretches his arms behind his head, the sleeves of his shirt pulling tight around his biceps, “you said you wanted to talk.”

He did say that, but like, he was lying. Angel does not want to talk. More like he has to, at this point, because he can’t keep doing any more restless nights thinking about the way Johnny’s eyes look when he takes his sunglasses off, or the way his smile is slightly uneven when he grins, and the charming sound of his laugh when Angel tells him a joke. There are other thoughts, of course, that he feels slightly bad about thinking of his best friend, but he can’t help it—it’s not his fault that he can’t shake the feeling of Johnny’s hand on his lower back when he slips past him in a crowd, the warmth of his breath on his ear when he leans in to whisper something private and the low voice he does it in, how he bites his lip to hold back a smirk when Angel teases him with a flirty comment.

He has to get this over with. Worst case scenario, everything is awkward forever. That’s fine. He can live with that.

“Boss?” Johnny snaps him out of his thoughts, “come on, man, you’re startin’ to worry me now.”

“Nah, it’s not serious,” Angel shrugs, settling down on the couch next to him, kicking Johnny’s feet off the table with his own.

They play a little footsie for a few minutes, fighting over who gets to keep their feet up, until Angel ends up swinging his legs over Johnny’s thighs and sitting somewhat in his lap; Johnny doesn’t seem to care, resting his arms over Angel’s legs and idly playing with the frays of his denim shorts.

Angel swallows down the lump in his throat, nerves kicking in. Ugh.

“Just—” he sighs, starts again, avoiding Johnny’s curious gaze, “look, I don’t know how to say this when I’m pretty sure you probably already know, and like, you’re just not mentioning it to save me the embarrassment and whatever, and I’m actually not that good at talking about my feelings—”

“Wait, wait,” Johnny interjects, cutting through Angel’s rambling, his hand stilling over Angel’s knee, “feelings?”

Angel winces. He watches Johnny shift out of the corner of his eye, moving to sit up properly, and it jostles Angel in his lap; still, he doesn’t push him away, which is a good start.

“Yeah, feelings,” Angel shrugs, staring down at his feet, “like, me having feelings for you. Y’know.”

It’s funny, Angel knows he’s usually so loud and annoying and getting on everyone’s last nerve, and he’s not afraid to start fights or cause shit or say what needs to be said—he wasn’t shy when he started dating Shaundi, and he’s never been all that shy with his previous partners or flings.

The difference is that it’s Johnny. Johnny Gat, Angel’s best friend, the first person to actually start giving a shit about him in the Saints, trigger-happy and charismatic and intimidating and kind of insane, in the best way. There’s something about those extra two years in age he has over Angel and the four inches in height, the confidence he has when he speaks, his unwavering devotion to the people he loves, his boldness and the way he can match Angel tease-for-tease and flirt-for-flirt and punch-for-punch.

He makes Angel nervous. It’s something he’s rarely felt before, not with people, and it’s scary.

There’s a tap to his knee, and then another, a rhythmic pattern. Angel glances up to find Johnny smiling at him, coy. Smug.

“I’ll bite,” he says, giving a little smirk before looking away, teasing, “what kinda feelings are we talkin’ about?”

Oh. Well. Maybe it isn’t the worst case scenario.

“Hm…” Angel tilts his head, considering how to play this. He feels like he’s said it enough times already, not wanting to repeat the word feelings for the fiftieth time, and he knows that Johnny knows that—Johnny knows what he means, knows what fucking type of feelings. He’s just toying with him, making him say it.

He won’t fold that easily, not now that he knows they’re teasing, that Johnny is receptive to it. The back-and-forth between them has always been the best part.

“Why don’t you guess?”

A quiet settles between them at that, comfortable this time, only broken by the nearby radio playing something on K12, the low hums and buzzing of experimental electronica filling the air. Johnny stops his tapping to drag a finger across Angel’s skin, gentle and soft, tracing a burn scar up his leg and then stopping at his thigh.

“Nah. Don’t need to,” he says, pulling Angel closer and then reaching up to run a hand through his hair, toying with the blonde curls, “c’mere.”

He’s pulled forward into a light kiss, just a press of lips and nothing excessive, but he inhales sharply and feels his heart flutter for a second before sitting back. Johnny’s hand slides to the nape of his neck, thumb rubbing idly against his skin, soothing, and Angel can’t hold back the goofy grin on his face.

“So, what,” he laughs, throwing his arms over Johnny’s shoulders, “are we like, boyfriend and boyfriend now?”

“Listen, I’ll be real with you boss, I figured we were dating weeks ago,” Johnny gives a smug little smirk, “I just thought you were takin’ shit slow. Super fuckin’ slow.”

Angel blinks at him.

He immediately climbs up out of Johnny’s lap and grabs his hand, tugging him up off the couch and dragging him in the direction of the spare bedroom.

“You’re telling me I’ve been missing out on weeks of action?” Angel lightly shoves him, “I gotta call Shaundi and tell her to stay out a little longer.”

Johnny laughs loudly as the bedroom door closes.

[originalcollectionartistry]

like your writing is so brilliant and I really enjoyed guess I waited too long and I noticed there’s been a SEVERE lack of unrequited love tech fics and I am a girl who likes all hurt and no comfort,,, what do I have to do to commission you to write one for tech where reader loves him but he doesn’t feel the same way/did in the past but has moved on,,, something like Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac,,,, this is really long I’ll stop talking now but I’ll literally pay u to write it cause I can’t write for shit and don’t have patience 😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶

So Much for Love

Oh my dear! You don’t have to pay me at all! I do this for fun! I'm just glad I can give some joy to others! I will definitely try and emulate Silver Springs as best I can.

Alright so you are a waitress at Dexter's and the batch are some good customers that come whenever they're in Coruscant. You've been infatuated with Tech and he seemed receptive until something changed. You confront him and he breaks off whatever you had going on. It was never labelled but you're heartbroken. However, Tech is happy alone and with his brothers so you can't be too mad. So you mourn what could've been.

No content warning.

Word count: 2981

Enjoy!!

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You had been screamed at, insulted, and had food thrown at you multiple times today. You were so close to breaking down and Dexter was not helping. He just saw everyone as friends and so dismissed your complaints of disrespect.

You finally had a lull between rushes and just leant against the counter. Your head hung in exhaustion wanting this day to be over. You hated being a waitress but it was the best job in the sector for you and your means. Your one light in your life, CT 9902 otherwise known as Tech, had been gone for the past 173 rotations. He had been keeping contact but it was sparse. His missions took priority and that made sense to you. It just hurt on days like this when you needed some comfort that he was gone for so long.

"Hey sweetheart! I need more caf!" a customer yelled, snapping their fingers.

Sighing deeply, you put on your best smile before heading over with a pot. You nodded your head and apologised for the wait before checking if he needed anything else.

You heard the doors open and a loud growl of affection before being lifted off your feet. You squealed in surprise and thrashed around until a giant clone set you back down.

"Wrecker! You scared the life out of me!" You scolded, before giving him a hug.

Hunter and Crosshair came in after with Echo following close behind. You greeted them with hugs and sat them down with cups of caf. You took their orders, giving them a small discount for their military service.

"Where's Tech? He's usually the first one demanding caf," you pointed out.

Hunter shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "Said something about needing to fix the airflow on the ship. I don't know anymore."

You made a noise of understanding before moving on to other customers. You figured Tech would come around at some point. If not the diner then your apartment. He usually always made time for you. You smiled as you remembered the first time they walked into the diner.

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It had been a slow day at Dex's. You were sitting in a booth, ordering more ingredients and the like as Dex seemed to not bother about ordering in shipments. You were getting frustrated about the holonet as it was either freezing or slow. You hated the service as Dex never paid his bills on time. Which is why he hired you in the first place; you were a stickler for things being on time and it frustrated you that Dex was more focused on customer service.

"Excuse me. Do you work here?" a voice called you out of your thoughts.

You looked up to see a tall man with goggles and a data pad staring at you. He seemed to be expecting something of you and you weren't sure what. You nodded a yes to his question and asked how you could help.

"Well me and my brothers were hoping for some food and caf. We finally have some shore leave and need proper nutrition. Rations can get rather tedious after a while."

You peered around to see four other men behind him, waiting patiently for you to seat them. You slowly realized they were clones on leave from the war and jumped into action. You shut your pad off and ran behind the counter.

"I'm so sorry men! I was distracted. Have a seat anywhere and I'll serve you up some fresh caf!"

The shortest one, wearing a red bandana waved you off and told you not to worry. They were used to cold caf apparently.

Shaking your head, you poured fresh caf into their mugs. "You guys protect us from battle droids. It's the very least I can do to offer fresh hot caf."

"Well then you offer more than most. Many consider clones to be less than others. We are practically second class citizens in the eyes of the Republic." The goggled one spoke up before sipping his mug.

You grimaced. You hated that clones were considered objects and not human beings. Yes they were clones of one man but they were still sentient beings.

"So can I grab your names for the order?"

"Names? Usually civilians refer to us by our numbers."

You smiled, shrugging coyly. "Well maybe I'm just different then other civvies."

One by one they told you their names. Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Echo and Crosshair. Tech was the one who approached you first. He was cute too. Yes they were all attractive but Tech intrigued you the most. So while they ate and drank their fill of caf and food, you flirted with Tech. You’d make little comments about his goggles, his intellect, his everything. Crosshairs seemed amused by this, teasing his brother relentlessly when they left. Hunter couldn’t help but smile as it wasn’t often they got interest from women; then again it wasn’t often they had shore leave.

Tech came to visit you on his own whenever Clone Force 99 had time off away from missions. He was curious and intrigued about you and your choice in him and not his brothers. He soon came to develop feelings for you and you for him. You messaged whenever he was away and made time for each other when he was in Coruscant. The Bad Batch became Dex’s favourite group of regulars as they ate almost everything and paid well.

You and Tech had never labelled what you had but it was clear to you both it was exclusive. You went as far as to say you were in love. Tech wouldn’t say that he was in love but rather he held “very intense emotion and high regard for you”. It made you smile that that was his way of saying I love you.

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Your shift finished and Tech still had not come to see you. Hunter gave you directions as to where they landed the ship as they continued on to 79’s.

You had a to go cup of hot caf and Tech’s favourite order in your hands as you approached the ship. It was silent save for the tinkering of Tech under the control panels. Setting the food down, you gently nudged his foot to let him know you were there. He slid from under the panel, glancing at you before returning to work. That was odd… he never not said anything to you when you came. It was always a “hello darling” or “one moment. I will be done soon.” Something!

You sat in the co pilot’s chair and waited. “I brought you food if you’re hungry. And hot caf,” you murmured.

“Thank you. That wasn’t necessary as I had some rations left over but I appreciate the thought.” Again, odd. He always loved it when you brought food to him. Much like all clones, Tech didn’t really like the ration bars but tolerated them as they were essential to a soldier’s survival.

Chewing your lip, you bounced your leg in anxiety. Did something happen? Was someone hurt? “Tech. Come out and talk to me please.” You urged. Something was wrong and you were going to find out what; no matter how upsetting the idea of confrontation was.

“In a moment. I’m almost done.”

“I’m serious Tech. It wasn’t like you to not come to the diner with your brothers. I was worried! You had been so sparse with your messages I’m scared something happened.”

Tech slid back out and sat up. Annoyance was clear on his face as you were interrupting his work, something he tolerated before. You recoiled slightly at the expression on his face. Something was wrong and it was affecting your relationship.

Tech then did the unexpected. He tried kick you out of the ship. He never did that! He always let you sit quietly while he tinkered around. Anger flooded your mind and red tinted your vision.

“No. I’m not leaving until you tell me what happened. What’s wrong? You never used to treat me like this. What’s changed?”

Sighing heavily, Tech sat across from you in his pilot’s seat. “I thought driving you away would be easier but I suppose your feelings are stronger than I calculated.”

Raising a brow, you urged him to continue as this was not like him. Nerves shot through you as the thought of him ending things became more a reality.

“I am… sorry. But I do not think our current relationship should continue.”

Tear pricked in your eyes. You cleared your throat to rid the tightness building. “Oh. Is there a reason why? Have I done something to upset you?”

“No. I just simply lost feelings for you. I realize now that I was just experiencing what Crosshair called a crush. It came and went and now I wish to end our relationship.”

Your heart broke. The man you loved never loved you back and now he was walking away. You grabbed the food and caf you brought and set it in your seat. You brought the food for him and now he could consider it a parting gift. You shared one more hug and you kissed his cheek. He gave you a pressed smile, letting you know he thought it was for the best and that physical contact wasn't going to be a thing as much anymore. You allowed some tears to fall as you let him know “You boys are always welcome at the diner. Regardless of our relationship status. See you later Tech.”

Watching you leave, Tech felt a sort of pull in his chest. Brushing it off, he went back to working on the air duct controls. The food you brought smelt so good though! It was one of the things about you he enjoyed. You always brought them all food and caf fresh from the diner. You brought his with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, not caring if he was covered in grease or oil.

Yes he will miss the connection he once felt but as much as it gave him discomfort to end things, he knew he wouldn't feel the same for you and so felt the most logical thing was to end your relationship.

Echo and Wrecker could see you leave the ship in tears as they came back to the Marauder. You walked in the opposite direction to them to avoid questions being asked. Also your apartment was the other way so that helped avoid Echo’s piercing gaze. They walked up the gangplank to see Tech putting his food away for later, an aura of normalcy around him.

“Why in Maker’s name is she crying? What did you do?” Echo asked Tech accusingly.

“I terminated our relationship. I did not expect her to cry at such a thing but I do not have any romantic feelings for her anymore. Why stay in a relationship if I don’t feel as she does?”

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You ordered all the ice cream you could as you cried into your pillow. A holomovie played the background, some documentary about a band where the lead singer and guitarist dated and broke up. Maker that sounded so much like you and Tech. You mourned what could’ve been. Once the war was over you saw you two living in a small apartment or house somewhere far away from Coruscant. Where Tech was a mechanic and you stayed at home caring for what children you possibly could’ve had. Now that was all gone. Tech had felt something but it wasn’t love. An infatuation! Almost 2 years for an infatuation. You started to hate yourself for not recognizing it sooner.

“I suppose I looked at it with rose coloured glasses. Or goggles I guess.” You murmured.

Time casted a spell on you both. Yours was one of love and adoration. Tech’s spell was a short lived crush that faded with distance and time. You wanted Tech but you would not keep him in a relationship he didn’t want to be in. You messaged Dex asking for time off. You didn’t think you’d be able to focus on customers and which tables were yours.

A knock spurred you out of your reverie and had you crawling out of bed. Surprisingly, Crosshair was behind the door. A bag in one hand, the other on his hip. You opened the door and invited him inside.

“Tech told us. I told him a crush can develop into more if he let it but I guess he didn’t want the ‘distraction’” He held out the bag and you saw chocolate, candy and a bunch of booze. Out of all the Batch you expected Echo or Hunter to come console you but Crosshair was pleasant surprise.

The youngest clone was snarky, full of spite and humour but after hearing Tech blab on and on about the ins and outs of your relationship, he felt the need to come see if you were okay. And considering Hunter was getting his rocks off with a civilian and Echo and Wrecker were too drunk to coherently give you what you needed, the responsibility fell to Crosshair. You had become his favourite civvy.

You curled into Crosshair’s side as you watched a new holomovie. Some dumb horror that made the two of you laugh. You didn’t expect the sniper to be this soft but it was a pleasant surprise after your breakup with Tech. Remembering what he said, you burst into tears again, feeling Crosshair pull you closer.

“It’ll be alright doll. My brother may be the smartest but he can be the most oblivious. He doesn’t know what he just let go.”

Through hiccups and sobs you asked him what was wrong with you. “Why can’t he give it a chance? We were a thing for two years Cross! Was that all nothing? Did I make it out to be more than what it was?”

Moving his toothpick from one side to the other, he spoke slowly. “Nothing is wrong with you. Tech’s never had feelings for someone before so he doesn’t understand that definitively expressing your plan is needed throughout a relationship. It was... what you both wanted it to be. He’s just ignorant of this side of human emotion.”

Eventually Crosshair had to return to the ship, but made sure you felt okay enough to be alone. You hated how things went with you and Tech but you couldn’t change it. He didn’t want you and so you had to mourn and move on. Besides, it was heartache. Nothing you hadn’t handled before. So why did it hurt so much more now? Was it because you actually saw a future with Tech? Or was it because he never felt the same for you?

Finishing the ice cream and putting the chocolate and booze away, you curled into bed again, wanting nothing more than to go back in time and never fall in love with that handsome goggled clone. Perhaps you’d go to 79’s and pick up a different soldier to sleep with. But you missed Tech and his little tangents of whatever was on his mind.

Dex responded giving you the time off you asked for. You rarely asked for time off so he had no trouble giving it to you.

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As Hunter stumbled back into the ship, he saw Crosshair giving Tech a hard time. Clearly something had happened between the two but Hunter was far too gone to even care. He continued to stumble into his bunk before Echo shouted for him. Groaning, he sat up and called out.

“What!?”

Echo yelled back “You might wanna hold Crosshair back! I think he's gonna kill Tech!”

Growling he moved into the cockpit to see Wrecker holding Crosshair and Echo shielding Tech. Tech was sitting in his seat, tinkering away while Crosshair looked like he was gonna tear him a new asshole.

Running a hand down his face, he groaned in exhaustion. “Alright men what’s going on? Why are we killing Tech?”

Wrecker looked sheepishly from Tech to Hunter. “Uhhh, Tech broke up with y/n and apparently she was pretty upset. Crosshair wants to teach Tech a lesson but I think he just wants to hit him.”

Hunter looked at Tech incredulously. “Fucking really? Why? I thought things were good!”

Shrugging, Tech continued tinkering, not stressed at all about the situation he put himself in. “I simply do not feel for her as she does for me. Why continue to lead her on if I don’t have feelings for her anymore?”

Smacking Tech up the head was the least Hunter could do in his inebriated state. He ordered Crosshair to bed and Wrecker and Echo to sober up.

“Tech, I know you think it’s logical but love isn’t. Did you at least let her down easy? Tell her you still care about her and her safety?”

Tech cocked his head to the side, confused. “I thought that was obvious. Why state it if it’s a known fact?”

Sighing, Hunter bid his brother goodnight. As he lay in his bunk, he sent you a message asking if you were okay. You responded with a no but you’d get better. You reiterated to Hunter that the boys were always welcome at Dex’s and you’d serve them with a smile. Hunter grimaced, fulling planning on teaching his brother a lesson on love; not as harshly as Crosshair but a firmly as possible.

While they were all soldiers and had little experience with love and relationships, Hunter knew basics. Don’t tell someone you love them if you don’t mean it. Let people down gently. Communicate and comprehend. Hunter knew Tech could be blunt so now it was the Batch’s job to make sure their favourite civvy was okay before the left for their next mission. Hopefully sooner than later as it was often they were sent away without notice.

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I hope this is what you were hoping for! I don’t really listen to Fleetwood Mac so I had to listen to Silver Springs on repeat to really get the emotion.

Please let me know if this was what you envisioned Anon! If not I will rewrite as best I can with everything going on in my crazy life!

Feel free to send in more requests friends! I enjoy writing and hopefully bring a little joy in your lives!

[rahonn]

Different types of love

A/N: Hello, hi. THIS IS THROUPLE FIC! It's pulled from longer, multichapter slowburn with mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers and childhood friends to lovers.

No trigger warnings.

Killer x OC x Eustass

Word count: 2580

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Dexai opened the door, heart hammering against his ribs. His head hurt, pulsated painfully from hangover. Silently he shuffled to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling and twisting his fingers nervously. Just then he managed to look up, his eyes meeting buff silhouette turned in office chair towards him. Even though he couldn’t see Killer’s face, hidden behind thick bangs and black surgical mask, he knew he wouldn’t be able to read anything in it. It was Killer, after all, wanted criminal, professional liar and police evader. And the man Dexai fell in love with.

One of the two.

“So” Killer cleared his throat, going back to tapping on his keyboard. “He’s the one, huh?”

Dexai curled up even more on his love’s bed, hugging his knees tightly, trying not to cry. How was he supposed to explain himself? How was he supposed to convince Killer everything he said the night before wasn’t true? If he wasn’t able to do it, he’d not only lose the guy sitting right there, in front of him. No, he’d probably be also killed by Kidd for hurting his best friend, his only family.

“Honestly, I didn’t know what I expected” Killer continued with emotionless voice, his typing not stopping even once.

“It’s not like that, Killer” Dex whispered, not daring to look up anymore. But the clacking against the keys stopped, chair slowly turned around, creaking quietly. He knew it was pathetic what he just said, but he honestly didn’t know what else to do. What could he say? First tear silently rolled down his cheek.

“Then what is it?”

Nothing came to mind, he didn’t want to lie. He couldn’t lie anymore. This was the moment he dreaded since they got together. Because Killer wasn’t blind, he surely wasn’t stupid. It was only a matter of time that he noticed how Dex’s eyes followed the other guy, how he smiled when they bickered about smallest of things, how he often thought about something, staring into the distance.

The moment of truth came much quicker than he anticipated though.

“I feel like I’m cheating on you” Dex started, knowing damn well how this sounded. But Killer sat silently in his chair, waiting for satisfactory explanation. “I- It’s true what I said yesterday. I love him. But I love you too. I don’t know what else to say to you, I’m not trying to-“

“You’re not trying to do what? Pull the wool over my eyes? Try to use me to get closer to him? Is that what you were after?” ice cold voice cut through the air, jabbing straight into Dex’s heart. He knew Killer was hurting more, much more if he let the mask slip a bit.

“I didn’t use you, I love you. I truly love you, Killer” Dex sobbed quietly.

“But it’s different kind of love, right?”

Dexai nodded as his tears fell and sank into his pants. It was true, he loved both of them differently. Killer sighed, carefully hidden deposits of sorrow came dangerously close to the surface.

“He loves you too, so you can stop pretending. Go, be happy” he motioned to the door and Dex’s heart broke. It was exactly what he was afraid of.

“I don’t want to go, Killer. I love you-“

“But it’s not the same, right?”

Dexai shut his mouth and pressed lips into tight line, anger swelling up in his chest, making him sweat. “I love both of you, what can’t you understand in this?”

Killer shook his head, his hands curling into fists on his lap. “You’re confused.”

“No, Killer, you’re the one that’s confused.” It hurt, like someone took the dullest knife and tried to cut into his heart. “I love both of you, I would love- No, I can only dream of being with you two in happy relationship. Do you understand? I love both of you, romantically, equally, but in different ways.”

“How?” Killer asked, the ice in his voice slowly melting. Was this the same way he thought about all this? “How can you love us both equally but differently?”

Dex sniffled, trying to catch his breath. “It’s like- I love him like I love, uh, like I love adrenaline, fast driving, loud laughter or violence. Or graffiti, or strong dangerous storms and thunder, and lighting bolts. But I love you like the forest, like home, like silence, fire, warmth and stars, and moon, and hugs. I love him like I love passion in your kisses, and I love you like I love the fire in his eyes. You two complete each other, and complete me at the same time.”

Silence fell between them, ice melted completely by now, Killer’s heart opened, mask fell and shattered. He let out short strangled sound and Dex twitched, raising his eyes to look at the man he loved more than his life.

“And I know you love him too” he continued, staring at the hair that constantly covered most of Killer’s face. “Not like a family, not platonically. I know you love him like I love him. Like I love you. And he loves you too” Dex whispered, breaking the safety glass and punching big red button. Everything he knew just poured out to the sound of sirens blaring in his head. His subconscious screamed at him to not say anything else, that he was losing Killer with every word falling out of his lips. “You two love each other more than you realize. He’s a jerk to me, because he’s jealous of you. I don’t know how you didn’t see it your whole life. He’s constantly thinking about you, how to make life easier for you, what to do to make you crack tiniest smile. He loves you, Killer.”

“He’s doing that because we only have each other.”

Dexai groaned, tears replaced with salty residue on his skin. “Then I’ll ask him for you, okay? Because I know if we don’t solve this right now, I’m walking out of here single and leaving you both with broken relationship after all I said last night.”

He tried to stand up, but Killer was faster, because of course he was. He pushed Dexai back on the bed in desperate effort to stop him. But Dex looked up at the man he called his boyfriend with strange determination and tried to writhe out of the grip tightening on his wrists. He pushed, pulled, even tried kicking, but Killer didn’t budge.

“Kidd!” he screamed from the top of his lungs and Killer’s blood froze. “Come here, you stinky piece of shit!”

Loud thud resonated throughout the house followed by fast steps quickly approaching. And as the door opened, Dexai laid on the bed under Killer and could see his face partially. Whole blood drained from his face as sky-blue eyes stared into his soul, begging to not say a thing.

“The fuck did you call me, son of a bitch!?” Kidd stopped in the doorway, meeting Dex’s eyes straight away. Something in his chest moved and he knew well what this meant. Jealousy.

“Do not fucking dare going away now!” Dex almost shouted when Eustass turned sideways to slam the door closed.

“Don’t!” Killer shouted, not really knowing what he was opposing. Who exactly was he trying to stop right now?

Red eyes fell back on the couple laying across the bed and Kidd’s insides twisted painfully. “You’re not going to tell me what to do” he growled, wanting nothing more than to pull two guys away from each other. But Dexai smirked, that damn face he made Kidd just couldn’t stand.

“So, what do you think about Killer?”

Everything stopped on the outside, but in each guy present there was full on war eating them alive. Because everyone was scared of something. Dexai didn’t want to lose Killer and Kidd, but knew damn well their relationship was already damaged because of him. He became thorn in their lives, that one change that they needed to realize their love for each other. Killer feared the worst, that the only constant in his life would push him away and disappear without a trace. Kidd didn’t want to admit it, but he hated the way Dexai and Killer looked at each other. Why was he the only one left behind?

“And what’s it to you, fucker? You poking fun at me?” Kidd got ready to attack, conflicting emotions full on murdering each other in his brain.

But Dexai just smiled. There was no humor in his eyes as he spoke “Because you two love each other, that’s why I’m asking. I’m tired of standing between you two and-“

“Stop fucking talking already!”

Kidd twitched, Dex got scared by sudden noise and they both looked at Killer. He was fuming as he let go of Dex’s one wrist to rip the mask off his face. Just then Dex noticed how his jaw was flexed, how hard he gritted his teeth. And he knew he fucked up big time. But it had to be done.

“You’re not standing between no one, alright! I love you and don’t you dare try to deny it!” Eustass stood frozen, trying to remember when was the last time he saw Killer act like that. “Yes, I love him, but I love you too! Just like you were explaining to me! It’s the same, do you understand?” with each sentence his voice grew softer, as if he rapidly lost all his energy.

New wave of tears filled Dexai’s eyes when he turned to face Kidd once again. “So, you happy? He loves you too, no need to be jealous anymore. I’ll go-“

“Don’t you fucking dare” growl once again stopped Dex midsentence. “You’re going to stay right there and explain what the fuck is going on here, because if this is one of your fucking pranks, I’ll gut you and use your body parts as Christmas decorations.” Killer opened his mouth to say something, but Kidd spoke up again. “And even your knight in shining fucking armor won’t help you after I’m done with him. What the fuck you mean you love me anyway?” he turned to Killer, searching for any type of eye contact which was hard considering all this hair.

And his lifelong friend, the light of his night and shade during the day, just sighed, running fingers through his hair, pushing some of his bangs back, uncovering part of his face. “That’s exactly what it means, Kidd.”

“No, but… How? Since when?”

“Since I was about twelve or thirteen.”

Kidd looked as Killer with his mouth agape and raised hand up moving his fingers one by one. “What the fuck!” he finally yelled, punching the air. “And you didn’t tell me for more than twenty years!?”

“You didn’t say anything either” Dex reminded him, finally able to sit up on the bed. He crossed his legs and rested his chin on his hand.

“And I’m glad I didn’t, because I wouldn’t get to know you” Killer hissed, giving Dex the biggest side eye in history. “I love you, he loves you, we both love you. Are we done here?” he sighed, trying to keep his calm façade from crumbling to the ground. But Eustass stood right in the doorway blocking one of two points of exit from the room and if Killer went out through the window it would definitely look like he was running away.

Kidd blinked in shock, his brain trying its hardest to comprehend what he was hearing. “You- You two? Who? You and?” he looked at Killer and saw hand slowly moving up.

“It would be me, sir” Dex jumped in, not caring anymore. Killer definitely was mad at him and even though he clearly said he loved him, Dexai was about ninety precent sure their relationship was done. He crossed the line by strangling the confession out of him and basically forcing Killer and Kidd to face each other after walking side by side their whole lives.

“So, uh, what now? I have to go back to work, you know?” Killer interrupted the silence and breaking the spell that froze time in the room. Kidd took quick two steps, raising his hand up. Killer was ready for a punch or something. He definitely didn’t expect Kidd’s slightly chapped lips to fall on his, making them both wince as their teeth clanked with immense force.

And Dexai sat on the bed, watching years of hidden feeling pour out into the kiss of new couple. He smiled softly, hearing Kidd mutter “You don’t know how long I waited for this”. As their breaths quickened, hands grabbed the other’s body more forcefully, Dex realized this was his cue to leave. Silently, he scooted across the bed to be closer to the door. With slippers long forgotten, he stepped out of the room, sniffling slightly as he turned to the front door. His head was empty, but eyes watered for some reason, falling on the carpet when he bent down to put on his shoes. It didn’t make sense, he knew it would happen sooner or later, but somehow, he still wasn’t prepared of how much it hurt to see them like this. Maybe he was just jealous? Maybe he misunderstood his feelings and would get over it in no time, just like after every crush he’s had in the past. Yet, his hands trembled, barely making any progress on tying his shoes. It’s been some time since he felt this lonely.

“I told you to fucking stay put, didn’t I!?” yell came from behind and before he could even turn around, he found himself floating. Scenery in front of his eyes changed rapidly before stopping suddenly when he came face to face with angry Kidd. His feet still didn’t touch the floor as Killer held him up like a toddler in his arms, squeezing tight to not let him get away. Kidd’s face was flushed, his breath quicker, reddish purple lipstick smeared.

“I wanted to give new happy couple some privacy, like a considerate human being” he grumbled, turning his head away, looking at the floor. But calloused fingers grabbed his jaw and forcefully moved it back up. Kidd was smirking, the familiar mischievous twinkle danced in his eyes. Just like before their heists when adrenaline filled his veins, like before they went out to fuck some shit up.

But they weren’t near the end of planning their next robbery, they weren’t about to get another hit as adrenaline junkies. No, Kidd looked straight into his eyes, only looking away for a second to lock his eyes with Killer as they nodded to each other.

Without another word, Dex felt teeth sinking into his shoulder from behind, Killer’s sharp canines drawing blood almost immediately. Pain shot up to his head, making him open his mouth and eyes wide. And Kidd pushed his tongue between his lips as fast as he could, stepping forward, effectively sandwiching him between two huge men. Slippery, hot, painful, quick. He barely felt his feet touch the ground, much more focused on huge rough hands roaming under his shirt, fingers sliding under his belt, palms groping his ass and chest.

“You two are mine” Kidd mumbled into the kiss, just before biting down on Dex’s tongue. He heard Killer chuckle and suddenly he fell through the cloud nine, landing on Kidd’s bed along with both men he loved so much.

[fruitjedi]

Unmatched Chapter 4

Chapter 4 is out now! Heres chapter 3 if you need it

each chapter of Unmatched links to the one before it so just follow the links to the earliest chapter you need to read :)

Fitz (4)

Fitz had a problem. A big old stinking problem. Right after his conversation with Sophie his dad had come into his room and he had said that since Fitz had broken up with Sophie and he had his match lists he should throw a winnowing gala. Besides his dad had said its not like Fitz was interested in anyone else.

Fitz had agreed even though that was a lie. Even though he was interested in someone, Even though he had a huge crush on Dex, and most significantly even though he was pretty certain Dex liked him back.

Fitz’s best friend Keefe had started to catch on to the fact that there was something up with Fitz. (And not just because Sophie told him there was) The next afternoon after a game of bramble (Biana and Sophie won) and Biana had pulled Sophie away for a makeover Keefe confronted Fitz.

“Hey so Foster said your going through something and she won’t say what but when your dad said your gonna be having a winnowing gala and you seemed depressed. Is everything ok dude?” Keefe asked worriedly 

Fitz shrugged “No, but it doesn’t really matter cause It can’t be fixed even if Sophie says it can be”

Keefe chuckled “Listen to my girlfriend dude, Fosters pretty smart.” Keefe’s look then turned deadly serious “Unless you actually were staring at her the other day and you want her back in which case I will remind you I once beat the ogre king in a fight”

Fitz laughed, He wasn’t stupid enough to want to fight Keefe for Sophie she was her own person and she chose Keefe, Besides he liked someone else now “No no no I don’t want Sophie back, and yeah your right she is pretty smart but uh” Fitz rubbed his neck nervously “The person I like isn’t a girl. I wasn’t staring at Sophie. I was staring at Dex” Keefe’s eye widened “That’s the problem. That’s why I can’t take her advice”

Keefe rolled his eyes “That’s exactly why you should take her advice actually. Like Foster said this can be fixed. So what if you’d be a bad match? You’d be happy Fitz and that’s all that matters. Do you know what my dad said yesterday when I told him I was dating Foster? He said our family had enough bad press for a lifetime. Do you know what I said? I said screw you beacuse I freaking love her and that’s all that matters. Not the council and their match lists on who you can date.”

Fitz looked at his best friend in awe. Keefe supported him unconditionally and said that he should go for it with Dex. He’d said to do what makes Fitz happy. “Thanks man” Fitz said and hugged him, They didn’t hug alot but right now after this conversation it’s the best reply he could think of.

A while later Keefe had rescued Sophie from Biana’s makeup collection and and was sitting on a chair with her on his lap. Sophie had her head on his shoulder and was staring to fall asleep. And Keefe was staring at Sophie with this pure unbridled awe that made Fitz jealous. He was so jealous at the fact that Keefe could just openly show affection for the one he wanted. Yes Sophie was unmatchable but no one knew and Keefe didn’t care he wanted to show his affection for his girlfriend , he wanted the whole lost cites to see his love, he didn’t care about the consequences and Fitz was jealous of this. He was jealous of his best friends courage. Fitz wished he had courage like Keefe did.

Fitz decided to let Sophie and Keefe have their moment and went up to his room. He took out his imparter and after some hesitation he called Dex.

“Hey dude” Fitz said greeting Dex after he picked up 

Dex grinned “Wonderboy! Whats up?”

Fitz layed down on his bed “My dad’s making me have a winnowing gala, my sister and my cognate beat me in bramble, my best friend is intensely supportive of me and said best friend is currently downstairs being sickingly adorable with his girlfriend”

Dex laughed “Wow that’s alot. Why is your dad making you have a winnowing gala”

“Cause since Sophie and I broke up and she’s with Keefe my dad thinks I should stop “wallowing” his words not mine and get back out there” Fitz said resdue annoyedness at his dad bleeding through 

“Ouch” Dex responded concerned “He really called you out there didn’t he?”

Fitz shrugged “I mean if it was a couple months ago he would’ve been right but he isn’t currently”

“Why did you agree to the gala then?” Dex asked 

Fitz took a deep breath “Cause I didn’t want to admit to him who I’m really into”

“Who are you into?”

Fitz took another breath “You”

[cottonraincoat]

wip wednesday

aromantic obi-wan & quinlan edition. yeah I'm still writing that

I think by the time I'm happy with this I will have posted every scene in these snippets

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“Do you ever wonder?” Obi-Wan asked, one Love Day Dex’s Trip or another, “What all this,” he gestured around them, “is about?” 

Quinlan blinked.

“What do you mean?”

“You know,” Obi-Wan shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “The ‘love’ thing.” 

Quinlan immediately grimaced, which made Obi-Wan hide a smile. 

“Do you have to ask?” he said, as if offended and betrayed that Obi-Wan should say such a thing. 

“Why, what’s wrong with it?” 

“Hm, a path to the dark side, it is.” Quinlan harrumphed, making a funny face.

“Not even try, you did.” Obi-Wan snarked right back, “come on, answer the question.” 

Quinlan’s mouth twists around a new mouthful of burger. “It just creeps me out.” he swallows, “I mean, if you’ve touched the wrong wedding ring or a locket, you’d agree with me. It kriffs you up. You know what I mean, don’t you? It makes them so… sad, and makes them willing to cut off an arm and a leg just for a feeling. I mean, sure, they’re happy sometimes, but it’s like you become obsessed— possessed, even. You turn into someone you can barely recognize.” The young man shook his head. “That’s no thanks from me.” 

Obi-Wan stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek. So, the story books and old folks on their porch liked to say, the galaxy was full of young men declaring that they too didn’t want this until it found them. But it was rare enough that Quinlan took the topic seriously, and Obi-Wan had no doubt he knew exactly what he wanted. 

Obi-Wan wasn’t satisfied, however. A part of him, the part that knew by then how much sadness his heart was made of, went quiet. Something didn’t add up. As much as he knew what Quinlan was talking about, it wasn’t… exactly what he asked. 

After all, people were meant to come into each other’s lives and shuffle the parts about, weren’t they? 

“Now, see,” Obi-Wan leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table and crossing his hands, “if I hadn’t dragged you to the Lothal natural history museum, you wouldn’t have ever seen yourself doing that,” he grinned triumphantly when Quin rolled his eyes, “much less realize how much you’d love it. Hasn’t that turned you into someone you don’t recognize?” 

Quinlan snorted. “Lothcat aren’t people.” 

“Well but I am!” Bold now, and pushing his luck with the funny word, “don’t you love me, Quin?” 

Quin’s expression in reaction was appropriately bemused, before it turned thoughtful. He seemed to push it around his head, while leveling a curious look at Obi-Wan, understanding, perhaps, more than he let on. 

Because, well, for all that Obi-Wan found the holodramas frivolous and vain, thought himself steadfast and unwavering in his march towards the goal, the dream of becoming a Jedi Knight— he hadn’t realized just how much he was inclined to give his heart away. Melida/Daan was the first time. And even that was only a variation on the theme of his reaching towards Qui-Gon, a Master that, in spite of everything, showed so little love, and being needed. 

This was why Obi-Wan wanted another loose canon to check himself against, knowing what he by himself was susceptible to. It’s been many years and many Love Days of eyerolls, but Obi-Wan could not shake this damning knowledge of himself. That he loved, and loved deeply. In a way he couldn’t explain, a way the rest of the world and their flashy Love Day adverts thought inconsequential, or unseemly to talk about.

“Does it have to be called love?” Quinlan said then, a bit softer. “Maybe it’s just me,” he conceded. “I’m always spending time with the evidence of how it twisted and hurt them. It’s not the happy endings that needed investigating. But still…”

“But still,” Obi-Wan crossed his arms, feeling irrevocably exposed, “Love isn’t always about lovers.” 

“Maybe you’re right,” Quinlan took another bite of the burger, pulling out a bit of leafy green and twirling it between his fingers. “You can call it anything else. I trust you, with my life, and I admire you. I enjoy hanging out with you, because you say stuff like this. I look up to you, even though you have to stand on a chair for it, and I am proud of you for how far you’ve come since the day I met you.” He grinned, “See? And it makes you squirm just as much as if I’d said I love you.” 

“Now you’re just being stubborn.” 

“And so are you.” Quinlan pointed at him with the floppy leaf.

Obi-Wan grimaced, and Quinlan laughed.

[jils-things]

skips in hello hi jil i'd love to talk abt them im so sorryy i've been thinking abt them too much teehee ty soso much for letting me gush abt my loves eek ♡ random bit of lore but ? marianne moves and when she's getting her trainer card changed over at the lab sina mentions they've been studying fairy types and since it's a ' new phenomena ' marianne goes ' what ? ' - she has . . no clue what that is months later when marianne's having catchup w augustine abt data on mega n stuff she mentions she loves flowers and has a flower press handed down from her grandma from galar but hasn't had a chance to go out and do anything yet since she came to kalos - kind of like a side note - and he goes ' oh i'm actually double checking this field work sina and dexio did out on route 4 - bunch of flowers there do you want to come ? ' and she's super shy but says sure , i wanna see what fairy types are anyway i still don't really know ? ( she's not a dex holder so she has like no way of . . . being that knowledgable ? ) they go there and she's like v nervous because he's just going over notes and looking through his tablet or whatever but encourages her to go ( vulnerability ? huge lore theme ) and she starts collecting flowers and opens her press and he's like ' oh so this is what you do ? ' and she's so nervous and is like ' yeah . . v_v ' and he's basically completely forgotten abt what he's there for bc he's just v interested in people anyway and his main focus / passion is mega not typing matchups so starts asking her abt flowers and she's so so happy to talk abt flower language and turns out he knows it too ( he loves lavender it turns out since - although its different in kalos ( ' french ' lavender ) it reminds him of home + he also has fond memories of floaroma back in sinnoh so he really really likes flowers ) and they sit there talking about ' i think a persons favourite flower reveals a lot abt them ' and it's one of their first like , one on one moments thats not at a cafe or at the lab and she has this cute interaction w the flabebe obv bc they ride on flowers ? she's totally smitten w them and he's like ' oh yeah fairy type ! look - it's a bit like you ' ok thank you thank you so sorry this was super long forgive mee . . i should be asleep hehe ; bye bye + niniii ! ( priv or not up to you ! )

CHARM HEWWO... omg dude im so... i just learned the deeper meaning of marianne and her flowers this is so.... homaGAD.... NONO IM SO SPEECHLESS IN A WAY THAT IM JUST AMAZED HOW IT PLAYED OUT.... what was supposed to be a little visit to see the fairy types ended up being sycamore slowly learning more about this kind lady and her little interest with flowers... and given how he's reminded of the flowers in sinnoh OHHGFO IT JUST PIECES TOGETHER NICELY IM SOOO EEEEEE 💚💚💚 he even FORGOT what were they here for (silly man.. silly silly)

i appreciate people who are more fascinated in the person they're talking to its just shows they're super attentive and im sure this little flower fact will come in handy for him when he wants to... dare i say, impress her??? 🤭 egads... do you think at one point in their relationship she makes a pressed flower plate or something for him??? or maybe the other way around???? 😳 me brain wanderin oopsie....

UEUEUEUE I LOVE FLABEBES SO MUCH (i had one in my xy gameplay and im. very overprotective of it) I LOVE SEEIN THEM INCORPORATED IN THEIR WIDDLE LOVE STORY EHRHRHHEHRD sycamore would absolutely just... watch her with a flabebe in silence and realize how similar they are... in beauty and gentleness wiwiwiw (also now it just hits harder for me cuz i remember one of the sycamari comms you shared had flabebes in it im hrujrururr 🥺🥺🥺🥺)

[crossover-enthusiast]

You're so fucking right! I forgot about that! Man if acid blood is involved then there is gonna be some carnage in this episode.

Also, just wanted to get your direct opinions on 2 of my ideas:

The ARG book being hidden somewhere in the church

The furnace representing Dexter's cremation, I think this one is extra likely because of the image of the boys destroying happy fellas. Imagine they destroy the one Dex is currently possessing close enough to his original body just as Moloch leaves it... which is also when it's being cremated, meaning he would be burned alive 4 times in total (twice in DS and twice in the new ep.)

Oooo yeah on that, I looked up the patient file again to make sure I was remembering it right and Dexter's blood isn't acidic now, it's molten

On your ideas tho:

It being hidden in the church would actually be pretty interesting, given that Father Gregor seems to be in direct opposition to the cult according to one of Pelo's doodles -- that one of their scriptures is hidden there would be ironically funny... and tbh reminds me of my original idea that the Thieves' role in this episode was that they were trying to rob the church. Maybe they end up stumbling on it

HAH oh god I'd feel so bad for Dexter, poor guy gets his body back right as it's being destroyed. I could see that happening given it feels right in line with Pelo's humor

[ryqoshay]

Tri-Arame Side Story - What Hurts More?

Primary Pairing: N/A Starring: Scythryn, Quentin, Index Secondary Pairing: ShizuKasu Words: 630 Rating: T Fandom: Love Live Nijigasaki, D&D Time Frame: D&D, ??? / Niji, sometime during their 3rd year of HS Prompt: Memory Content Warning: mild reference to battle and other fantasy stuff

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Author's Note: Bonus 3rd entry for the 4th.

Also, Scythryn is the callsign used by Anita, Executor is used by Quentin, and nobody in this chapter knows Index's given name.

Summary: Shizuku writes some character stuff for the D&D world she and Setsuna created

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“Mama…” The girl whimpered.

The child clutched her favorite stuffed animal as she searched the area.

“Mama…”

She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew something was wrong. Bright, orange, hot light flickered from some of the houses. People the girl knew shuffled around, but all ignored her, despite her asking them for help. Their movements were strange and occasionally some would make scary sounds.

And she couldn’t find her mom.

Suddenly, loud noises came from nearby. Many of the wandering people began to move in the direction of the clammer. And the girl decided to follow.

Around the corner, the girl saw several individuals she didn’t know. They wore heavy armor and were fighting the people of the girl’s town. The girl didn’t understand.

Then, she spotted someone else. Their armor was unique from the others and their weapon bore a long, curved blade. She could not see their face, but something about them made the girl believe things would now be alright.

“Mama…” She stepped toward the group.

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“Anita.”

The girl opened her eyes.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Quentin asked.

“Mm…” Anita sniffled before snuggling closer.

“Another bad dream?”

“Mm…”

“Well, you’re alright now. I’m here.” Quentin tilted his head down to plant a kiss atop his daughter’s head.

“…”

It seemed the girl had already fallen back asleep.

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“Executor.”

“Hey, Index.” Quentin greeted the psion approaching him.

“How goes Ms. Ani… Scythryn’s training?”

Quentin chuckled. “I thought you remembered everything, yet you’re already forgetting her callsign?”

“Forgive me, sir, but I have known of her for mellenia, yet she has only just recently joined the guild.”

Quentin shrugged and turned his attention back to the young warlock flying around the training area, giggling joyously as though she hadn’t awakened several times the prior night with nightmares.

Heh… young girl… Index theorized she was nearly as old as this world. But this incarnation… was that the right word? appeared young. Young enough in fact that Quentin had adopted her to avoid her appearance might cause. It wasn’t the first time he had taken a long-lived individual under his wing for such purposes, so he was a natural choice among the guild members.

“Say, Dex, a question.”

Index nodded.

“You’re an immortal.”

“As long as I desire to be, yes.”

“And you remember everything, including everything you have lost.”

“Yes.”

“And Anita is an immortal.”

“In a different manner, but yes.”

“And she forgets everything each time she… resets, including everything she has ever loved.”

“Yes, although she seems to remember an attachment to scythes.”

“Which do you believe hurts more?”

Index raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking about her and I, or yourself?”

The recently revived man scoffed and went back to watching.

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“Shizuko.”

“Mm?”

“Why do you always do this?”

“What do you mean, Kasumi-chan?”

“Immortality is one of the more popular fantasies. People love reading it because they love imaginig living forever.”

“Yes…”

“So why dose Shizuko have to ruin it by making her reader choose between forgetting loved ones or remembering losing them?”

“It’s a logical consequence of immortality.”

“I don’t want logic, I wanna fantasy about living forever and being happy!”

“Index and Scythryn are happy. They even have a found family with the guild.”

“And this Quentin, Executor guy?”

“He’s not immortal, he was just dead for a century and a half before being revived.”

Kasumi pursed her lips. “I’ll never understand why you gotta torture your characters.”

“Tragedy builds character.”

Kasumi sighed.

“I’ll be sure to write some cuter stuff for Scythryn later. I think you’ll like her. She’s a lot like Ryqo, the character Yuu-sempai played in our D&D game.”

That got Kasumi’s attention. “Ooo, let me know when you’re done.”

Shizuku giggled. “Of course.”

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Author's Note Continued: Anita and Quentin are two of my favorite OCs from the D&D themed story I've been writing for years, and never really stopped thinking about even when I started writing LL fanfic instead. Readers of my AUs involving Yohane may have recognized daggers of condensed magic and a fondness for scythes, as I pulled from Anita to create Yohane's fallen angel power set. Quentin is the father of Ryqoshay, whose callsign I've used as my screen name for years, and he is the reason for the Q in the mispelling of Ricochet; her mother, Yuri, is the Y.

I've already written and posted about several of my D&D OCs as I had several of the Niji girls play them in a game DM'ed by Setsuna. And just as my story expanded beyond the game that inspired it, I can see Shizuku and Setsuna continuing to create characters and worldbuild after their game as well. As such, this may be a way for me to slowly introduce my cast of OCs. And if some are received well enough, perhaps I will post some of my original works about them.

In any case, writing this brought back memories; interesting coincidence considering the prompt. And it was fun.

[burned-lariat]

Hello friends, time for GH Fall Previews!

Nina/Sonny: I honestly think that the end of Sona isn't really coming...not in the way we expect, anyway. It reads like a mutual break of some kind, but I would at least hope that if Sonny is as changed (lol) as the show constantly claims he is, then it won't be the end.

Martin/Lucy/Tracy/Brook Lynn: Honestly, I'm just glad the ex-wife is still a factor in this story. May our absolute fantasy of it being Erica Kane live on!

Mason/Austin/Ava/Cyrus: So...the same shit that we've seen, but with some kind of twist(?) since Nikolas is officially back w/ AH in the role. And I guess it's nice JK is sticking around too? Idk anymore man.

Carly/Drew: I'm sorry, Carly and WHO?! Do not do this to me, temps! No! Let that man suffer! Leave Alexis out of that mess! 😭

Anna/Valentin: Oh good, progress. Seems to be a theme with these previews.

Spencer/Trina: I know y'all think it's sex, and part of me thinks so too, but I'm taking it with a grain of salt. Who knows, maybe they'll revive the teased marriage of convenience! Not that it would be *good* but it'll be better than this GirlPeter nightmare.

Ned/Eddie: Had this been the actual Ned, I'd be all for freeing him from Olivia. But now I just don't care.

Molly/TJ/Kristina: So...what, the surrogate flakes? Kristina gets rid of her somehow, the sisters fight and go no-contact? And where does TJ fit into all this? Are we somehow getting a Krissy/TJ hookup? What are we even doing?

Cody/Sasha/Dante/Sam: Hopefully we get nothing but Sasha happiness for the next five years.

Curtis/Portia: Do. Not. Care!

Finn/Liz: See above. Free Liz!

Dex/Joss: If they cheat with you, they'll cheat on you! Go there, temps! DO IT - FREE DEX. And God forbid Dex want to stay in the mob because he feels like he belongs! God I hate this couple!

Gregory/Chase: So...does Brook, Tracy, or Liz speak out of turn to his face? That's what I think of when I think "unlikely" in this context.

Felicia/Mac/Cody: I wish we could do away with this dumbass retcon for Mac & Cody. But yay for Felicia!

Laura/Kevin: Welcome back, Queen Genie! But also Laura wasted all that money to go overseas for nothing. Sheesh.