#asexual william poindexter

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More Ace Dex

Ace Dex combating the casual aphobia that we all deal with at some point.  

“Dude, you’ve never done the nasty?”

Dex rolled his eyes, hard. Whiskey’s tone was just this side of shocked, and it made Dex was to take back the fact that he had said anything at all. It wasn’t exactly that he expected the team to be more understanding than other people, but he hoped that was the case, anyway.

On top of that, Whiskey managed to catch the attention of Ransom and Holster, who were walking past, heads close together.

“Wait, what’s this about someone never smuggling the ol’ bone?”

Ransom gave Holster a critical look, then grinned in that way that only someone on the wrong side of tipsy can. “Playing hide the sausage.”

Holster countered quickly with, “Making the beast with two backs.”

“Assault with a friendly weapon.”

“Entangling the lower beards.”

“Joint sessions of Congress.”

Holster held out a fist. “Bro, pound it out for that one.”

With a solemn nod, Ransom offered tapped his fist to Holster’s. Dex hoped that their (truly awful) back and forth would distract them from what was going on, but instead they plopped onto the couch to join in the conversation. Well, they pushed their way onto the couch, which was already too full, Ransom on one end and Holster in the middle of Nursey and Dex.

Whiskey pointed in Dex’s general direction, and told the captains, “Apparently, Dex has never had sex.”

Holster threw a big arm around Dex’s shoulder and turned toward him. Dex could smell tub juice wafting off of him. “Dex! My dude. My man. Bro. We gotta resolve this.”

“It’s not a problem. There’s nothing to resolve.”

On the other side of Holster, Dex could see his boyfriend’s concerned face. Nursey knew that Dex’s sexuality (well, his asexuality) was still a touchy subject. On the best of days, it was hard for him to have a conversation about. On the days after a game loss and with a group of drunken and less than subtle frat boys, well…. Chances were that it wasn’t going to go well.

“No, but Dex. Dexy. Dex. Sex is so good. Tell ‘im, Rans, tell him about… Shit, what’s a good one for Dex? Crab fishing in the dead sea.”

Dex scrunched up his face. “Dude, that’s fucking gross. And no, whatever fucking euphemism you use, the answer is no.”

On the other side of Holster, Nursey stood up and held a hand out to Dex, and yeah, that sounded like a better idea than having a discussion about life choices with a very drunk Holster. Dex pushed off the couch with a solid fist to Holster’s thigh, maybe a little harder than strictly necessary. He followed Nursey under the caution tape and up the stairs to Chowder’s room.

They spent the rest of the not-kegster (because apparently it could only be a kegster if they won the game) hiding out, watching Brooklyn-99. Dex could feel Nursey sending him concerned looks, but he ignored them. They fell asleep together, cuddling on the thin mattress.

When Dex woke up, he felt like he was roasting. Sometime during the night, Cate and Chowder had climbed into bed with them. Somehow, Cait ended up cuddling close to Nursey, while Chowder was curled up at their feet (probably because it was the closest to the bathroom door… he was a bit of a messy drunk).

Dex stripped off his hoodie and headed downstairs, where he could already hear the sounds of Bitty’s hangover breakfast being cooked. Bitty was in front of the stove wearing an oversized pair of sunglasses, listlessly tending to a pan. Ransom was sitting at the table, head in his hands; his shirt was on backwards. Holster, who had by far been the drunkest of the night, looked the most aware, running a big hand over Ransom’s back.

Dex really hoped that the conversation from last night had been forgotten in a daze of alcohol. He managed to get as far as pouring milk into his coffee when that hope was shattered

“Dex, we have a score to settle, my dude.”

“The fuck we do.” Dex slammed the fridge a little too hard, making Ransom hiss and Bitty flinch at the loud noise of rattling bottles inside.

Bitty waved his wooden spoon, pointing at Holster and Dex in turn. “If y’all are gonna be fightin’, you’d best get your butts out of my kitchen. It is too early and I am too hungover.”

Holster held up his hands in surrender. “Not fighting, just discussing. Important things. Very important discussions.”

The rest of the team chose that moment to walk down the stairs. Cait had pulled on Dex’s sweater, which fell well below the shorts she had been wearing to sleep. Chowder was following behind her, eyes closed, holding onto the hood of her borrowed sweatshirt so that he wouldn’t fall over. Nursey brought up the tail, shirtless and rubbing a hand over his stomach blearily.

He headed over to Dex and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Cait settled her boyfriend in an empty chair before heading to the coffee maker and making a mug that Dex knew was for Chowder, since she didn’t drink caffeine. She bumped Dex’s shoulder and gave him a small smile.

“What is a very important topic?”

Holster jumped at the opportunity. “Dex has never had sex.”

At the stove, Bitty shook his head and muttered, “Lord give me strength.”

From where he was huddled, Chowder muttered something that sounded like, “a deck has an ace.” The only one who seemed to understand him was Cait, who looked between her boyfriend, Dex, and Holster with a surprised look on her face.

“Oh. Well, okay then. That makes sense.” She handed the mug to Chowder and perched on his knee.

Holster opened his mouth again, but before he could say anything, Bitty dropped a plate piled high with his special hangover eggs in the center of the table. Ransom and Chowder both groaned at the noise.

Trying to head off any more discussion before it began, Dex told Holster, “Look, I’m asexual. I don’t feel sexual attraction, so I don’t want to have sex.”

“But, like, how do you know that if you’ve never had sex?” Dex could tell that Holster had good intentions, or at least not bad ones; he just didn’t know any better. Hell, he wasn’t even focused on Dex. Instead, he had an arm slung around Ransom’s shoulders, trying to push a spoonful of eggs at his boyfriend.

Nursey broke into the conversation. His tone sounded casual, bored even, but Dex knew differently; that was how Nursey sounded when he was pissed off. “Yo, Bitty. Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

Bitty didn’t bother answer, just gave Nursey a look over the top of his sunglasses that said it all. Nursey turned his attention forward. “C, you ever fool around with a dude?”

“Nope.” Chowder didn’t bother to look up from his coffee.

“Cool, cool. Holster, have you ever let Ransom sleep with anyone else while you’ve been together?”

Dex could see Holster’s arm tighten slightly around Ransom’s shoulders. “What’s your point, Nurse?”

“I just find it funny,  is all. You never questioned Bitty being gay, or Chowder being straight, or whether or not you’re actually polyamorous. You never tried to force anyone else into bed when they clearly don’t want to go. But Dex is somehow different, I guess. Weird.”

Without waiting for a response, Nursey stomped off. Dex followed after him. He heard the creak of the stairs, but when he got to Chowder’s room, he found it empty. It was a few seconds before he realized the window was cracked.

Dex absolutely hated the Reading Room, but he knew Nursey found it relaxing when he was in a particularly bad mood. He could make an exception for his upset boyfriend, so he climbed out, careful not to look down.

Nursey was sitting on the folding chair that had seen better days, rolling a cigarette between his hands. There was a tension in his shoulders that Dex hated to see. He sat down next to the chair, bracing himself on the roof with one hand and holding the other one out.

It was a long minute before Nursey sighed and handed Dex the cigarette. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“What for? You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

Dex wanted to march right back downstairs and punch Holster. He could say whatever he wanted about Dex, but upsetting Nursey was a step too far. Stress smoking was one thing. It didn’t take a lot to drive Nursey to pull out his emergency pack. But Dex had worked long and hard with Nursey about feeling guilty about things he had no control over. Nursey only did that when he was well and truly upset. Fucking Holster.

“I’m sorry that I spoke for you. And that you even had to deal with any of that shit to begin with The Haus should be a safe space for you,not a place where you have to explain yourself over your sexuality. It’s just bullshit, Dex.”

When they started dating, Dex and Nursey only had a short conversation about Dex’s sexuality. Well, it wasn’t a conversation so much as Dex told Nursey that he was ace, that they wouldn’t have sex, ever, and if that was a problem, they should stop before it even started. Dex was realizing that he owed Nursey the full conversation.

“Have I ever told you about Emily? Or Jake, or Tyson?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Dex flicked the unlit cigarette over the edge of the roof and turned his attention fully to his boyfriend. “Emily was my first girlfriend. She was my first crush, and my first kiss, and she wanted to be my first time. But I didn’t want to have sex. She… well, she didn’t take that well and among other things, she called me a fag. That got me thinking, maybe I was gay.

“So, Jake was my first boyfriend. Except, in the end, I didn’t want to have sex with him either. He knew I was asexual before I did. He was supportive and I just… I fucking loved him, Nursey, I swear. He went off to Stanford, but told me that Samwell was more accepting, and that I could find someone for me.

He cleared his throat. “Tyson was in my kinesiology class the first semester of freshman year. We flirted and went on dates, but I made the decision not to tell him about being ace. When it did finally come up, it was like a repeat of Emily all over again.

“I thought that Emily’s reaction was because we were from a small town, or because she was straight, or that she was the outlier. Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that the shit Holster’s pulling? That’s the norm, and I’ve accepted it. He’s not trying to be malicious, he just doesn’t get it. Yeah, it pisses me off that he’s being ignorant, but at the end of the day, people who are supportive, like Jake, are who matter. You’re the only one who matters, Nursey.

Nursey finally looked at Dex. He didn’t say anything about Nursey’s misty eyes, just tilted his head up for a soft kiss.

Nursey clambered out of the folding chair so that he could cuddle closer to Dex. Head titled to sit on Dex’s shoulder, he asked, “So tell me about this first love… Jack? Jace? What was his name again?”

“Fucking jerk.” Dex couldn’t help but smile. “You would love him, too. He’s-”

[the-lincyclopedia]

Happy Nursey week! @cricketnationrise said, “quick everybody post the first nursey in your drafts,” so, uh, here’s a quick ace!Nursey Nurseydex snippet I’ll probably never finish: 

“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look--”

“I don’t want to fuck you.” 

“You don’t?”

He runs a hand down his face. “It’s not that . . . fuck. It’s not about whether I like you. I just--I don’t do that. I don’t . . .”

“Oh, you’re ace?”

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Headcanon: William “Dex” Poindexter from Check, Please! is asexual!

[little-bittle-monica-inmylife]

Big dex vibes ngl

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you heard it here first folks

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Aceventures of a freckled boy

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by GabyEliAlexz

“Are you still a virgin?”

He can feel the question burning his ears. Why is everyone so obsessed with sex?

Words: 770, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek "Nursey" Nurse, William "Dex" Poindexter

Relationships: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter

Additional Tags: Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship

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not ever too late

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by kirani

Adam Birkholtz and Justin Oluransi are best friends, even though they're in different houses - and on different quidditch teams - at Hogwarts. Adam is a chaser on the Hufflepuff team and Justin is keeper and captain of Gryffindor. Their seventh year, the rivalry is real but the friendship is stronger. And if Adam maybe has been in love with Justin since fifth year and if maybe Justin has been in love with Adam since before that? Well, they've kept the secret this long...

Words: 17052, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Hogwarts, Please!

Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Justin "Ransom" Oluransi, Adam "Holster" Birkholtz, Larissa "Lardo" Duan, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, William "Dex" Poindexter, Derek "Nursey" Nurse, Caitlin Farmer, Chris "Chowder" Chow, Shruti (Check Please!), River "Bully" (Check Please!), Background & Cameo Characters, Original Characters, Connor "Whiskey" Whisk, Dustin "Snowy" Snow, Tony "Tango" Tangredi, Connor "Whiskey" Whisk's Lacrosse Player Make Out Partner

Relationships: Adam "Holster" Birkholtz/Justin "Ransom" Oluransi

Additional Tags: POV Alternating, Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Crushes, Mutual Pining, Quidditch, Anxiety Attacks, Love Confessions, Mentions of Kesha, Underage Drinking, Asexual Character

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[hugealienpie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Leverage, Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: General Audiences Words: 12,249 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer, Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter/Original Male Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Parker (Leverage), Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, Jack Zimmermann, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Bob Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann, Sophie Devereaux (Leverage), Nathan Ford, Suzanne Bittle, Coach Bittle, Derek "Nursey" Nurse, William "Dex" Poindexter, Original Male Character(s), Providence Falconers (Ensemble), Samwell Men's Hockey Team, Ford (Check Please!), Georgia Martin, Shitty Knight Additional Tags: Crossover, Press and Tabloids, Coming Out, Forced Outing, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Homophobia, Food, Asexual Parker (Leverage), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

When an unscrupulous reporter outs Jack and Bitty, it should be just another day in sleazy tabloid journalism. Except that Eliot Spencer owes Bad Bob Zimmermann a favor.

A slightly belated birthday gift for @the-wordbutler. Happiest birthday week, my friend! This all grew out of a goofy post I made way back in 2016. Thank you all for encouraging me. Turns out the answer is “an asshole journalist.”

I have zero doubt that there will eventually be a timestamp or three for this story.

Thoroughly obsolesced by the latest run of Check, Please! updates, and I couldn’t be happier about that.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adam "Holster" Birkholtz/Justin "Ransom" Oluransi, Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight, Derek "Nursey" Nurse/ William "Dex" Poindexter, if you squint Characters: Justin "Ransom" Oluransi, Adam "Holster" Birkholtz, Shitty Knight, Larissa "Lardo" Duan, Derek "Nursey" Nurse, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Asexual Character, romantic ace!Ransom, Bisexual Male Character, bisexual Holster, gratuitous pop culture references Series: Part 2 of Best Laid Plans Summary:

The thing about Ransom was, he wasn’t gay for his best friend.

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This is the long overdue companion piece to my other CP fic, Best Laid Plans. I recommend reading both to get the full experience of the events, but it doesn't really matter which you read first or anything.

[randomnoteforfuturereference]

Inktober XXII-XXIV: Three ginger aces for Asexuality Awareness Week. 

XXII: Charlie Weasley. Harry Potter universe. Aromantic asexual. Canon... ish (implied Word of Rowling). 

XXIII: Edwen “Ned” Bannon. The Hunger Games universe. Aromantic asexual. Original character. 

XXIV: William “Dex” Poindexter. Check Please! universe. Homoromantic asexual. Headcanon. 

[pancakethefish]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter Additional Tags: Background Relationships, Asexuality, Asexual Dex, Demisexuality, Demisexual Dex, Misunderstandings, Flirting, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Falling In Love Summary:

Dex doesn’t roll his eyes, but only because he’s overwhelmed with the thought that he really does have feelings for Nursey. Gooey feelings. Romantic ones. They see each other every day; they’ve been close, there’s been touching, and maybe—maybe it’s not quite as platonic as Dex assumed it was. From watching Ransom and Holster, anyone could get the idea that that’s just what friends do. But… It feels different.

“I like him,” he says, soft, contemplative. “I like when he’s around and it’s frustrating to watch him go. It’s horrible to think he might be upset at me, or that he thinks I lied to him. It’s killing me.”

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Dex doesn't know what it is to want. With Nursey, he learns.

[vicioushyperbolizer]

Just literally any nurseydex fluff w ace Dex please and thanks 😙

I’m not sure if this has too many feelings for fluff, but I’m pretty happy with it. Hopefully you are, tooRead it (and other Ace!Dex fics) here on AO3!

When Dex opened the door to his and Nursey’s room, he stopped with one foot through the threshold. It was not how he left it that morning. It was… well, it was clean. It wasn’t that their room was usually messy, but it was never clean unless Dex was the one who cleaned it.

That morning, before he left for his first class, there had been a pile of sweaters and cardigans on Nursey’s bed; he was looking for his favorite, which had somehow ended up at the bottom of the drawer (again). There were also snack wrappers littering the floor from their marathon the night before, and the growing collection of empty coffee mugs that never made it back down to the kitchen was threatening to tumble over the edge of Nursey’s desk.

All of that was gone now. On top of that, the bookshelf that was usually overflowing with Nursey’s frankly ridiculous collection of books had been straightened out and it looked like the beds had been made (not well, but they weren’t the usual nest, at least). Dex could even smell a weird mix of off brand Fabreze and Bitty’s “Sweet Home Georgia” candles.

He couldn’t see Nursey anywhere, but there was a familiar off-key humming in the bathroom. Nursey never cleaned the bathroom. Neither did Chowder. Dex was the only one who ever did (and frankly, he was okay with that because he knew that he was doing a thorough job of it).

He had no clue what was going on, but something had to be. He wanted to believe it was innocent, but that horrible, destructive part of his brain said that it was bad and wrong. It was an apology, that Nursey was breaking up with Dex, that he couldn’t deal with no sex, that he was cheating, that, that, that.

Except Dex knew better than to let himself get lost in intrusive thoughts. He trusted Nursey, and he trusted that Nursey would come to him if he had a problem. And, even if that wasn’t the case, they already had the Polyamory Talk, and Nursey knew that if he needed more than Dex could give him, sexually, then they could discuss Nursey going outside of the relationships for those needs. They were good. They were solid.

But he still had no clue why Nursey was cleaning, so he dropped his bookbag, leaned against his desk, and waited. He was impatient, but thankfully only had to wait through a song and a half before his boyfriend finished whatever he was doing in the bathroom.

Nursey tripped coming out of the bathroom, and Dex couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked. He was wearing his fuzzy green sweater, but the black jeans he spent five minutes hopping into were nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t unusual for Nursey to walk around in just a comfy shirt and boxers, but it was a very strange sight to see that paired with thick rubber gloves, and one of Bitty’s soft blue aprons.

“You’re early!” Nursey tugged off the gloves and tossed them toward the trash can, missing by two feet. There was a blush rising on his cheeks as he walked over to Dex and pressed a small kiss to his cheek, a habit he had gotten into since Dex wasn’t always in a mood to accept affection.

“Bitty’s going to fucking kill you when he finds out that you took one of his aprons.” Dex gave him an unimpressed look, but pulled him back in for a real kiss, soft but solidly against Nursey’s lips.

Nursey blushed darker. “I don’t have any clothes I don’t mind getting bleach on, and I didn’t want to ruin anything of yours without asking.”

The embarrassed look was actually adorable on Nursey. He was usually so confident and shameless, Dex never got to see this side of him. Part of him wanted to ease whatever nerves his boyfriend was feeling. The bigger part of him wanted to poke at him a bit first. An old reflex.

He raised an eyebrow at Nursey, but grabbed his hand in a loose hold. “So, what’s up with this whole maid act you have going on?”

Nursey shrugged his shoulders and shifted around on his feet. “I just wanted to do something nice for you. You’re a huge sap and a great boyfriend. You remember to buy me the off brand of octopus gummies that I like, and you give me shoulder rubs when I read all hunched over, and you watched three and a half hours of animated 70s Star Trek with me last night even though I know you hated every second of it.”

None of that was wrong, but Dex didn’t do any of it to be a good boyfriend, or to earn points. He just wanted to make Nursey happy. Sure, he prefered Haribo to the off brand, but it wasn’t exactly a huge sacrifice to save money on junk food. The massages were preventative, so he didn’t have to hear Nursey bitching all night about aches. And okay, Star Trek the Animated Series was a bit painful to watch, but he spent most of the time watching his boyfriend, anyway. Dex loved the little dimples that Nursey got when he giggled at the bad writing.

And, on top of all of that, Nursey was acting like he never did anything for Dex. The reality was that he gave up a lot for Dex; more than a lot of people would be willing to give up. More than anyone else had given up for Dex.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate all this, I really do, but you gave up sex for me, Nursey. You’re always going to win the best boyfriend contest between the two of us.”

Nursey rolled his eyes so hard that Dex was surprised his head didn’t roll right off his shoulders.

“Screw that. That’s not me being a good boyfriend, dude, that’s being a decent human being. Being a good boyfriend is this shit. Cleaning, and queueing a season of Top Chef Masters on my Netflix, and making sure the living room was clear for at least two hours so we could binge it and drink the whole gross ass pitcher of Arnold Palmers I made for you.”

That was… Dex didn’t even know how to feel about that. He was overwhelmed that nursey would go through all that trouble just for him. They didn’t keep lemonade in the Haus, since Dex was the only one who drank it. That meant that Nursey went to the murder stop and shop just for him. And on top of that, he was willing to watch Top Chef Masters? Nursey had watched exactly two episodes before, and told Dex that he would rather sort through dirty jockstraps than watch a third.

And okay, he could see Nursey doing those things without having to go out of his way too much. But reserving time alone in the living room?

It was impossible to get everyone to agree to clear out of the living room of the Haus. There was always someone hanging around, between Bitty starting a queer athletes association, Tango’s premed study groups, and Mikey, who practically camped out there because he was having a hard time adjusting to college life. Dex couldn’t even imagine how many favors Nursey had to call into make that happen.

Nursey pulled Dex out of his thoughts by tugging on his hand and asking, “You alright? You have constipation face.”

“You really did all that for me?” His voice felt small, which made him feel stupid. He could feel his ears turning red in embarrassment. But it felt… extraordinarily nice to have his boyfriend doing things for him, even little things. He loved Nursey, and he knew Nursey loved him, but knowing something was different than seeing the evidence right in front of him.

“Dude, ch’yeah. I mean, it’s all stuff you’ve done for me before.”

Nursey must have been able to see something on his face, Dex’s discomfort over the situation (or, more accurately, his discomfort over his own feelings), and say anything more. Instead, he whipped off his (Bitty’s) apron and started pulling Dex back toward their bedroom door.

“We have the couch from 3 to 5. We have enough time to get everything settled and kick everyone out, then it’s two hours of quality couch cuddles.”

As good as privacy was, their beds were tiny. Cuddling on the couch sounded pretty fucking great. He quickly kicked off his shoes and started following nursey down the stairs. He pulled back for a second at the top stair and asked, “Don’t you want to put on pants first?”

Nursey threw a smirk over his shoulder and said, “Nah, it’s chill.”

Couch cuddles were even better than Dex expected.

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The Samwell Job

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by HugeAlienPie

When an unscrupulous reporter outs Jack and Bitty, it should be just another day in sleazy tabloid journalism. Except that Eliot Spencer owes Bad Bob Zimmermann a favor.

Words: 12249, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Leverage, Check Please! (Webcomic)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Parker (Leverage), Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, Jack Zimmermann, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Bob Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann, Sophie Devereaux (Leverage), Nathan Ford, Suzanne Bittle, Coach Bittle, Derek "Nursey" Nurse, William "Dex" Poindexter, Original Male Character(s), Providence Falconers (Ensemble), Samwell Men's Hockey Team, Ford (Check Please!), Georgia Martin, Shitty Knight

Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer, Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter/Original Male Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Crossover, Press and Tabloids, Coming Out, Forced Outing, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Homophobia, Food, Asexual Parker (Leverage), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter Additional Tags: Background Relationships, Asexuality, Asexual Dex, Demisexuality, Demisexual Dex, Misunderstandings, Flirting, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Falling In Love Summary:

Dex doesn’t roll his eyes, but only because he’s overwhelmed with the thought that he really does have feelings for Nursey. Gooey feelings. Romantic ones. They see each other every day; they’ve been close, there’s been touching, and maybe—maybe it’s not quite as platonic as Dex assumed it was. From watching Ransom and Holster, anyone could get the idea that that’s just what friends do. But… It feels different.

“I like him,” he says, soft, contemplative. “I like when he’s around and it’s frustrating to watch him go. It’s horrible to think he might be upset at me, or that he thinks I lied to him. It’s killing me.”

-0-

Dex doesn't know what it is to want. With Nursey, he learns.

[ao3feed-leverage]

The Samwell Job

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by HugeAlienPie

When an unscrupulous reporter outs Jack and Bitty, it should be just another day in sleazy tabloid journalism. Except that Eliot Spencer owes Bad Bob Zimmermann a favor.

Words: 12249, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Leverage, Check Please! (Webcomic)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Parker (Leverage), Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, Jack Zimmermann, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Bob Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann, Sophie Devereaux (Leverage), Nathan Ford, Suzanne Bittle, Coach Bittle, Derek "Nursey" Nurse, William "Dex" Poindexter, Original Male Character(s), Providence Falconers (Ensemble), Samwell Men's Hockey Team, Ford (Check Please!), Georgia Martin, Shitty Knight

Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer, Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter/Original Male Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Crossover, Press and Tabloids, Coming Out, Forced Outing, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Homophobia, Food, Asexual Parker (Leverage), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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Could you maybe write something about ace Dex feeling really insecure about his and Nursey's relationship because Nursey is giving up something that everyone seems to think is so damn important, and it feels really unequal because Dex isn't giving up anything like that for Nursey. (Not that I'm projecting really, really hard or anything.)

I just want to say this, anon: if your partner makes you feel like this at all, if they don’t support you, or your asexuality) in your relationship, you need to look out for yourself and leave them. Nothing good can come from it. Also, sorry it took a bit, you kind of caught me at the worst time for this particular prompt.

 “Y’all, full disclosure: I miss Jack, like a lot, but I miss the sex so much.” Bitty took another sip of his beer.

There wasn’t any particular occasion for them to be drinking, but they were anyway. Dex thought that getting drunk at 5pm on a Thursday was pretty dumb, but Holster insisted he be there. Team bonding or some shit. He was nursing his second beer, but everyone else seemed just this side of tipsy; somehow the conversation always turned to sex when they were tipsy.

Fuck, he wished Nursey was there. Stupid goddamn evening lab. Only twenty more minutes.

Holster nodded sagely. “Sex is very important in a relationship.”

Bitty and Ransom nodded along, but Tango, the only one who wasn’t drinking, looked just as uncomfortable as Dex felt. “So, um. Why exactly is sex important in a relationship?”

“It’s not,” Dex muttered, and snorted into his beer bottle. Anything that was about to come out of Holster’s mouth, Dex had heard before. Hell, most of the reasons sex was important to a relationship were things he told himself, over and over. Reasons he repeated to himself late at night why he was a horrible boyfriend. Things he used to justify his insistence to Nursey that they should break up.

Dex wanted to believe that sex wasn’t important, he really did. It was hard for him to resolve the fact that he didn’t want sex, he had no sexual attraction to anyone (even his own fucking boyfriend), and the fact that he was going to agree with anything Holster was going to say.

“Look, no offense to you and Nursey or anything, but sex is an essential part of a relationship. It brings a level of trust and intimacy that you just can’t get any other way.”

Dex shook his head, but couldn’t find the words to argue. Instead, he drained his beer, threw the bottle onto the recycling bin, and grabbed another from the center of the table. Tango nodded along, but still looked confused. A confused Tango could only mean one thing: he had a question.

“Okay, but sex just seems like… grunting and sweating and kind of a big mess. What’s intimate about that?”

Bitty leaned forward, sloshing a bit of beer on the table and ignoring it. “Well, you’re lettin’ someone else see you that way, ain’t ya?”

Holster gestured widely toward Bitty. “Exactly! And you have to trust that your partner isn’t going to call you on it, or tell you how your o-face looks stupid, or make a comment about your weird body hair.”

“Got a lot of problems with weird body hair, Holster?” Dex checked his watch again. Ten minutes until Nursey was back. He could handle that (maybe even without smacking someone).

Tango nodded, still with that confused look on his face. “Okay, so why is it no offense to Dex and Nursey?”

Before anyone else could answer that question, because frankly Dex didn’t think anyone could answer that question at the moment without being totally insensitive and horrible about it, Dex intercepted and said, “Nursey and I are dating, and I’m asexual. We don’t have sex. And so when everyone says ‘no offense’, what they really mean is that they don’t think Nursey and my relationship is as valid as theirs.”

Just like he expected, a chorus of voices erupted when he finished speaking. Bitty, Holster, and Ransom’s voices all overlapped.

“Now, hold on a sec-”

“C’mon Poindexter, you-”

“That’s not fair, bruh-”

He stopped them all with a glare. “You can argue about it all you want, but I know that’s what you honestly think. And you can say it to me all you want, but if you decide to pull this shit in front of Nursey, who’s the one giving up such a huge thing or whatever, then I will personally kick every one of your asses. Got it?”

Everyone immediately shut up. Dex knew he looked just this side of too intense, but he was so sick of trying to defend their relationship to everyone. He was sick of everyone implying that what they had was less, when they didn’t even realize that’s what they were doing.

The thing was, he could handle it. He was used to it, and even though he hated to admit it, he even believed some of it. But there was no way that Dex would let Nursey have to be the one to deal with that bullshit. Nursey, who was already giving up so much to be in a relationship with him, who got enough insecurity about having to give up sex from Dex himself, who shouldn’t have to be told that that sacrifice made him less somehow.

The Haus door closing cut through the silence. The stomp of heavy boots and clinking of buckles on his messanger bag let Dex know that his boyfriend was back.

Nursey walked up behind Dex and pressed a soft kiss to his hair. “Got out early. What’s up, babe?”

Dex stood up from his chair and grabbed Nursey’s hand, pulling him away from the crowd. He wished it was next year already so that they would have a room to go to, but it wasn’t and they didn’t. He considered leading Nursey to the basement, which had become something of a safe space for him, but decided that he’d rather go upstairs, to Chowder’s room. Chowder spent more time with Caitlin than at the Haus, anyway.

Once they got behind closed doors, Dex pulled Nursey into a tight hug, burying his face between his boyfriend’s neck and shoulder. He could only be so angry about the casual aphobia before it all fell away and he just felt… sad. And he had used up all his anger.

The feeling of Nursey’s big hands rubbing along his back was equal parts comforting and upsetting. He already gave up so much for Dex, and Dex just kept asking him for more, and more, and more. And what was he giving up for Nursey? A big fat fucking nothing.

He squeezed tighter, sure that it was uncomfortable for his boyfriend at this point. “I’m sorry I’m a shitty boyfriend.”

Nursey pulled back, enough to look at Dex. He unwrapped one of his arms from Dex’s back and cradled his face. “Hey, woah. What’s this all about?”

Dex shook his head, trying to look away, to look anywhere but Nursey’s face. He felt like the open concern and love on his boyfriend’s face was tearing his heart straight out of his chest. He didn’t deserve a look like that.

Nursey tried to catch his eyes, but gave up when it was obvious that Dex wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, he pressed a kiss to Dex’s temple and pulled him back against his chest. Dex could feel him breath a deep sigh.

“You don’t have to talk about it, Will. But I need you to trust me more than you trust the intrusive thoughts about this, okay? You are not a bad boyfriend. You don’t get to decide what being a good boyfriend means to me. Nobody but me gets to do that. And I love you, every little bit of you. Got it?”

Dex nodded. He wanted to trust Nursey, and he would try, but it would take time. The one thing he did know, though, was that Nursey would stick around for as long as it took. And that he was so fucking lucky for it.