#whiskey x dex

[transwicky]

Ok but superpower au where metaphysicality isn't Johnson's only power.

It's just the one he focuses on.

Johnson's low-key the strongest mutant/meta/super/whatever word you want to use, but he does NOTHING WITH IT.

He's like 625 from the lilo and stitch cartoon tv series. He has all these powers and abilities, could cause the WORST hell in the world, but he chooses...

"Sandwiches"(aka just vibing and helping Ngozi with the comic).

It'd be fucking hilarious, especially if like, only 1-3 person of each grad year on SMH actually had powers. He's the only one his year.

Shitty is the only one in his and Jack's year, though John's p sure Jack has one too. Shitty can make anyone trust him, but even Shitty doesn't know that's a literal power; everyone just thinks Shits is a casual (normal person)

Lardo has a power, Holster and Ransom don't, but John thinks they have low-key powers that aren't "powers" (stupid power classification laws). Lardo never tells him what hers is, and that's fine with John - the less he knows, the better.

Bitty, Ollie, AND Wicky all have powers, but they're definitely not "real" according to the super power classification laws - Bitty can alter time for a small bit, not long enough to be a Real Power, Ollie is a power amplifier, and Wicky is a speedster like the Flash from DC Comics, complete with wearing a power suppression necklace under his shirt (he still eats a lot, and the coaches actually made him not follow the diet plan because that's federal law: speedsters eat a lot, even on the suppressors, so Wicky just needs to eat, and John was kinda jealous).

Dex has a power, the other 2 frogs don't. Dex can fix literally anything mechanical. Maybe not technical, but electrical/mechanical? Yeah. Car, an oven, toaster, electric wiring, shit like that he can fix, even if it's DEAD, but that's a temp fix, you have to replace things eventually. It's cool. And handy.

Whiskey is definitely on the government's watch list, John just isn't sure what his power is.

Tango is also on the government's watchlist. His power is telepathy and telekinesis (like Jean Grey from the X-Men). He wears a power suppression bracer on his ankle for it, too, a thing John thinks is bullshit, and it's no wonder Tango asks all these questions, between the autism and his suppressed power, poor kid is confused.

Foxtrot's power is a lot like Black Canary's from DC Comics.

Louis can manipulate sound vibrations, it's part of why he's obsessed with music. Pretty strong, John's a bit surprised he was let into America.

Bully has no power.

Hops has a mundane one that has the potential to be insanely powerful. He can manipulate things if he focuses hard enough, but it's not strong enough to be noteworthy from the government. (It is why he's great at video games though.)

John hopes he gets strong enough, and he'd love to see him and Tango team up for some wicked awesome super hero shit, it'd be swawesome (no seriously, if they went rogue, it'd be devastating, but hilarious).

But then there's the others.

Guy from the Falconers has fast healing, it's why he gets into fights on the ice.

Kent can mildly see the future by at least a few moments - he wears a suppression thing too, during games at least.

Scraps wears a suppressor too, he can mimic voices/sounds.

Georgia Martin does too. Hers is mundane too. Scouting isn't the power, but her power is why she's scouting for the Falconers, despite being the assistant GM.

Snowy has one.

That dickhole Carly has one.

Three people on the Schooners have a power too.

Just people having powers and some not even realizing (Holster), or being painfully aware of it (Ollie, Wicky, Bitty, Tango, Foxtrot).

John feels bad for the ones who know about their powers, or have the government watching them, the ones that are strong enough that they're suppressed.

Maybe that's why John hides his.

He doesn't want to be watched, or suppressed by the government; he's seen how much it hurts Wicky, and he's selfish, and doesn't want to be in pain.

After graduating, John goes into hiding.

[ughigottaheadache]

OMGCP Creature AU-

I’m gonna fill in more details later, but I wanted to post this so then I would ACTUALLY write something with this.

All of this was originally inspired by the cryptid Dex AU, where he’s a Shape of Water-esque creature.

Now, I wrote these ideas in my journal before the 4.9 update, so this AU is... Whiskeydex. Yeah. I’ve actually shipped them for the longest time and have been Suffering, because I’ve read everything I’m willing to read for Whiskeydex at least ten times over.

Anyway, this will be Whiskeydex, Dex is a Creature, Whiskey is a Creature too. Whiskey’s a Griffon. Chowder’s a shark/orca/merman kinda Creature, Tango’s a Longhana (Italian Folklore Creature), and Caitlin is a Geode Giant.

When I thought this AU up I drew some of the anatomy changes, such as Dex having some scales that pass as freckles, Whiskey being so well kept and clean because if he doesn’t preen for too long he starts growing these teeny feathers on his back, Chowder needing braces as both a cover for his teeth and because he just has messed up teeth, Caitlin having these big gemlike eyes and stuff with Tango’s eyes too.

I even had a bit of plot worked out, too.

I’ll add to this later when I get photos, since I’m at my grandparents house and the journal I put all the ideas in is on my shelf at home. Soooooo...

I’ll post about this later.

[wineandhargreeves]

What a Mess (We’re Making)

[Read it on AO3 here!]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: William Poindexter/Connor Whisk

Summary: The captaincy of a renowned college hockey team comes with a great deal of stress. So Dex bakes as a way to get his mind off of it. However, when baking turns out to be a source of stress in and of itself, Whiskey takes it upon himself to help his captain and boyfriend relax in a mutually beneficial way.

Whenever there was a baking event, particularly one that was close to a roadie, the Samwell Men’s Hockey team knew to steer clear of the Haus- particularly the kitchen. While in years past, Bitty would bake on a constant, regular basis, Will would get into these spells of moving pies and pastries in and out of the oven like clockwork.

Chowder once joked that during these times, the local power grid would experience a sudden surge of demand; he lost his senior dibs on the first slices of pie for a week for that comment.

Now was really no different- there was a charity fundraiser for restoring a park and playground just off of the campus and Will had offered to bake some pies to sell as part of it. However, he was adamant about doing this alone. The risk of burnout was all too real, but Will insisted that he was ahead on his coursework and could spend the day getting all the baking done.

As he set down the tray of blueberry pies, Will just barely registers the sound of a bag dropping and the feeling of someone coming up behind him. “These still need to set for an hour,” he answers without looking up. “So you’re gonna need to wait-”

“Oh, I’m not here for the pies, Dex.” The sultry tone of Connor’s voice sends chills throughout Will’s body, as does the way his teammate pushes his hand under the front of his apron.  “You need to take a break.”

“I promised Jamie I’d bring 20 pies-”

“And you’ve been baking non-stop since we got back from practice this morning.” Connor’s hand is pressed against Will’s chest, forcing him to back against the former’s body. Will can feel Connor’s breath ghosting along his neck, his lips just barely grazing his skin. The already shaky resolve he had to keep his mind focused was unravelling at an alarming rate.

He used what was left of his rational thinking and pushed back against Connor, only to turn around and move them both to a part of the counter that wasn’t occupied by baked goods- both completed and in progress. “So what are you suggesting, Con? What do you want from me?”

Connor was briefly surprised, but quickly closed the space between them again. “I want you,” he murmured, hand moving to Will’s back to untie the apron before dropping to the curve of his ass. “To let off some steam, understand?”

There was a certain dominant air in his voice that under normal circumstances, Will would have to reimprand him for. Instead, Will slipped the apron over his head and tossed it to the side. However, that didn’t seem to be good enough for Connor, who brought his other hand up to cup Will’s jaw, forcing them to lock eyes. “I need to hear it from you, Will- do you understand? Do you want this?”

“Yes, fuck, Con… Please…”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Connor’s lips were crashing against his. Will could feel himself melt with every flick of his boyfriend’s tongue- Connor was clearly more experienced and passionate than he liked to let on. The hand that was formerly on his jaw was now at the back of his head, grabbing at the unruly hair that Will had meant to cut at some point this week. “Did- fuck… Did you want me to…”

“You’re going to stay right here and let me take care of you, alright?” Connor asked, though his tone made it clear that this wasn’t actually up for discussion. With that, he sank down onto his knees and started to open up Will’s fly. Although he swore up and down that he didn’t buy skinny jeans, a steady workout regiment meant that his pants were quite form-fitting. Thus, Will let out a whimper of relief when Connor tugged them down to around his knees.

His hands grabbed the edge of the counter as he tried not to buck up against his boyfriend’s mouth. “You said you’d take care of me, not tease me,” Will groaned, cracking an eye open to watch as Connor dragged his tongue along the front of his boxer briefs.

“Do you want me to stop then?”

“Fuck, no. ” Will let his head fall back as his dick was finally freed from its confines. The exhale of relief was quickly stopped in his throat as Connor got his mouth around him. There was an almost competitive edge to the way he bobbed his head up and down. Connor’s palm was rough as it jerked the part that he couldn’t fit into his mouth. For someone who claimed that he wanted to help Will relax, he was bringing the same kind of quiet intensity he had on the ice.

He really wanted to warn Connor that he was on the edge of finishing, but one swift swipe of his tongue was enough for Will to finish in his mouth. His knuckles went white as he clutched the counter like a vise. The broken stream of praises and ‘Connors’ that fell from his lips probably made no sense, but his brain had stopped functioning in the moment.

“How’re you feeling now?”

Connor’s voice broke through the haziness of his mind. Will could see that his boyfriend was now standing up, a satisfied smirk on his face. Still, he reached out and gently wiped a stray streak of his own cum off of his bottom lip. “Couldn’t be better,” Will chuckled, his voice rough even though he wasn’t the one giving head. “Though I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind a break either.”

“You did mention that those pies still needed to set,” Connor agreed, his eyes widening as he took in just how flushed Will was. “But are you cool with-”

Will was already moving the cooling racks out of the way and resting his forearms on the counter. “Fuck, yes, so, so cool with it.” He relished the way that Connor wolf-whistled as he opened up his own pants. “Do you have-”

The small ‘click’ of a bottle opening answered that question for him. As he pushed two coated fingers against the rim of Will’s hole, Connor leaned in to kiss down the back of his neck. There was a sort of burn that Will had gotten used to expecting- they’d already joked about him being a literal tight-ass the first time they got into bed together. “Breathe for me, babe,” Connor murmured, his own voice trembling in delight. “Want this to feel good for both of us.”

“Never let it be said that Connor Whisk wasn’t a gentleman, through and through.”

As the fingers pushed into him, Will tried to put all of his stressful thoughts out of his mind. The fundraiser, their ranking compared to other schools, the one-sided rivalry between Nursey and Bully that seemed to be brewing some unresolved sexual tension- all of it, gone. With each breath in and out, he focused on how Connor’s body heat was radiating through their shirts, the way he nipped at his pulse points.

After a few more angled thrusts in and out, Connor withdrew his fingers, eliciting a pathetic whimper from Will. He let his head rest against the cool laminate of the countertop. Even though he was trying to clear his head, a thought came to his mind; had Bitty and Jack ever done anything like this? The situation wasn’t preposterous- but he couldn’t help but imagine the two of them getting heated and giving into one another.

“Maybe I really do have a type.”

His daydreams of past captaincy crushes were soon dissipated by the feeling of Connor’s hand on his hip. They both let out soft grunts as Connor pushed into Will, the former taking it easy to give the latter time to really adjust to it. Though this was far from the first time he’d bottomed, he still greatly appreciated the slow start every time.

“Ready, Will?” Connor asked once he’d bottomed out inside him. Will answered him by tilting his head up for a kiss and a breathy plea for more. That was more than enough incentive for Connor to start pulling out, only to slam back with a snap of his hips.

They quickly settle into a familiar rhythm, their motions punctuated by the sounds of skin against skin and their gasps of pleasure. Sometimes, Connor would let himself rest deep inside Will for a few beats, just long enough for them to share another needy kiss before he moved back out for another thrust. Other times, he’d drill him so quickly that Will forgot his own rule of being quiet and let out a shameless cry.

Just as his arms were getting tired of supporting his weight, Will was suddenly pulled back by an arm reaching across his chest. The feeling of Connor’s hand applying just the right amount of pressure on his throat felt absolutely euphoric. “So good for me, Will,” his boyfriend groaned. “So- fuck, so good… I-I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” Will practically begged, letting his head fall back again. Connor rolled his hips before snapping into Will once, twice, then bottoming out inside him on the third. The hand around his neck tightened as he felt Connor come inside him, the warmth nothing compared to their shared heat.

As they stilled, Connor lowered his hand, though he still helped hold Will up. He lazily rubbed circles into his shirt with his thumbs as he pressed kisses to the back of his neck again. “I… I think we both earned that break…” he laughed breathlessly.

“Definitely… guess we can cross kitchen sex off the list, huh?”

Connor snorts as he turns his head to look at Will properly. “You’re telling me you keep a list of places to have sex?”

Will shrugs, trying to act as casually as one could when they were half-naked in the open with their boyfriend’s dick still inside them. “What, doesn’t everyone?”

“I had no idea- you’ll have to tell me more about it.” Connor then pauses for a moment as he looks just past Will’s profile. “Maybe over some pie?”

“You’re not going anywhere near those pies- you can wash your hands and get some leftovers from the fridge.”

“Whatever happened to romance?” Connor sighed dramatically, earning himself an affectionate flick to the head from Will.

“Yeah, yeah; love you too, Connor.”

[imnotasuperhero]

Would never break the chain

Pairing: Dex Parios x Reader

Summary: When you saw the message on your phone was from Dex, you never thought it'd turn this way.

Wordcount: 919

A/N: Soooo... Happy new year, guys!

I finally started Stumptown and fell in love with Cobie's character, again. So yeah.. I've been thinking about writing something and ep.16 got my mind working, lol. I hope you like this, even tho it's short. (I did not proofread this)

Having a Dex in your life meant things were never calm. So when after opening her front door, you were met with her lips colliding against you as a greeting, you knew this night wouldn't be just two friends catching up.

All the resolutions and work you've made the last few months went outside the window as you took her face between your hands and faced her eyes full of understanding.

One look at the mess between you two confirmed your fears.

But once again, you've accepted time ago that the woman in front of you was your weak point. Just a look at her pleading cobalt eyes got you surrounding.

Leaning in, you kissed her. Even if just to stop the alarms going in your mind.

And you'd be lying if your whole body didn't burn up at the feeling of her soft, warm hands on your skin.

"I'm sorry," The raspy voice spoke behind you.

With a small smile, you reached out for a clean mug and served her a cup of the steaming beverage,

"Hope you don't mind I went ahead," you winked at the brunette in front of you before turning around to serve you both a well-deserved breakfast.

"Ugh. I love you." She received the plate sheepishly.

Looking at her calm state, you didn't regret coming all the way to this old place.

"They're good as you remember?"

"Even better," she hummed taking another forkful of scrambled eggs.

You decided to save the questioning for later. God knows you didn't want to ruin the moment, so you just kept quiet as you observed her with a warm smile.

"You're staring."

"I sure am," you shrugged at her accusation.

"Shoot." The hard tone signaled you she had her walls back up again.

"I know better, Dex," you've might lost touch, but you knew her. Maybe better than she did.

Raising her head, her deep eyes found yours and you knew you've got closer. "You're not making this easy," she sighed.

"Cross my heart it's not my intention." You spoke firmly, keeping your smile at bay when she grunted and stood up from the kitchen island.

Sipping the last of your coffee, you started cleaning the dishes before walking towards her.

"You didn't need to," she said guilty looking at the now clean house.

"It was nothing. Although some things need to be replaced," you affirmed offering her a glass of whiskey.

Inspecting it as if it was something from outta space, she raised an eyebrow. "You never liked me drinking this early."

"Had the feeling you might need it," you shrugged sipping from a refilled mug before taking a seat across from her.

As if your prayers for the way too stretched silence to be over had been heard, her deep sigh got your attention to her, and oh, lord. Finding her already looking at you had your insides shivering at her scrutiny.

"How do you escape from your demons?" Dex asked hopefully.

Moving next to her, you made sure your voice was calm. "You can't. You just make your peace with them," you smiled sadly.

What you'd do to set her free from her past.

"This job I've got," she paused trying to still her voice and your heart squeezed at the sound. "It... I did things I'm not proud of," she looked at you with her eyes full of... forgiveness.

"You did what you had to survive. You knew when you signed up that it wouldn't be all rainbows and sunshine," your hand found her leg and you squizzed it, smiling to yourself when she didn't comment on it, on the contrary, she relaxed.

"Our ghosts follow us everywhere," you paused taking her hand on yours. "Until we forget ourselves. So if you really wanna keep going with this kind of job-"

"How do you know?" She straightened herself, eyeing you accusatorily.

"Ansel," you replied calmly. "Kid doesn't keep secrets."

"Not from you," she laughed drily.

"It's not really regular, but I kept contact with him from time to time."

"He never told me."

"He's scared you'd push me away," you giggled.

"As if I could ever," she smiled looking down at her untouched drink.

"I can go back to where I came from and wait till your next breakdown if that's what you want. But you know I'm not leaving you." You stated squizzing her hand to gain her attention.

"You deserve better," she leaned her head against her hand, never leaving your eyes.

"You do too."

"That's not what-"

Placing your free hand on her cheek, you allowed yourself to really smile for the first time that day. "I know what you meant, Dexi," you cut her calmly. "You deserve to heal. You need to allow yourself to move on." You paused studying her.

"I've been there after you came back. And I always respected your privacy. But you decided to be a PI. You'll find stories that could hit home and you need to be ready for that. So I need you to do something before it's too late,"

After a few moments of silence, she broke the pregnant silence "Would you help me?" She asked timidly.

You knew she was a bomb ready to explode at any time. But you really cared for her. You always did. So despite all the warnings your brain was giving you, you just closed the distance and hugged her, feeling yourself at home when her arms surrounded you.

"You'll always have me, love."

[parseisflat]

@parvuls​ made this post! and then @ivecarvedawoodenheart​ made one based on it so now i’m copying both of you <3

1) a fic that made you cry actual tears

Ice Crew Please! by @petals42​ (t, 61.4k, zimbits)

this is probably one of those obvious fic recs because everyone has read this fic but... oh my god. it’s so incredibly touching and cathartic to read. this fic beautifully encapsulated everything i love about found family hhhhh

2) a comfort fic

The Decision to Act by @potrix-the-queerschlaeger​ (t, 2.1k, nurseydex)

i initially bookmarked this fic because it put me in a good mood! it starts off with drunk, tactile nurse and nursey patrol and it combines some of my favorite tropes (mostly hinging on their stupidity, of course). it’s a nice, short read and definitely something i would turn to to cheer up

3) free space

And Miles to Go (Before I Wake) by CoffeeStars (t, 6.5k, patater)

this one is a coraline au! it’s so insanely good, i vividly remember reading it and just being so entranced. it’s the best mix of heartbreaking, unsettling and even funny at times. it was also incredibly romantic.

4) a fic with a trope you don’t normally read but still loved

Inertia by @foryouandbits​ (t, 62.5k, zimbits)

not sure if this counts as a trope but this fic is an inter-dimensional travel au which is just, so creative? the worldbuilding in this one is so well done. i read so much fic it tends to blur together but i remember little details about this one, it’s so good

5) a fic that is angst but hurts so good

stones through stained glass windows by @omgpoindexter​ (t, 14.2k, nurseydex)

this fic is one of the best explorations of dex’s character growth/relationship with his sexuality that i have ever read. and the found family? this fic looked me in the eyes, x-rayed me and said hey, i know your pain because i’ve felt it too. this fic is a fucking lifestyle.

6) a fic that convinced you on a ship you didn’t ship before

The Dream of Having No Room by @omg-whiskey​ (e, 110.8k, whiskent)

there’s no way whiskey x kent would’ve ever crossed my mind had it not been for this author. this fic explores the intricacies of both of their characterizations with such detail and care.

7) a different meeting au

Real Gone by Moransroar (g, 11.3k, zimbits)

it’s a greasers au! something about the tone of this piece and the images it painted in my mind just really hit for me. the characterizations are really interesting, i was just really immersed in this one :)

8) a fic that made you laugh out loud

Say my name, say my name by @omgchyeahplease​ (t, 4.5k, zimbits)

a really hilarious fic focusing on the falconers and jack. it has some really great oc’s! the idea was that a very tired jack doesn’t register that “bittle”=“eric” and he’s like “who the fuck is eric” which elicits the obvious conclusion that they broke up and jack is now pretending his ex doesn’t exist :’( hilarious miscommunication, please go read it

9) a wip you read as it was updated

Baking with the Stars by sweetsoutherncuisine (g, 7.6k as of now, zimbits)

i rarely ever read wips, which should tell you something. i found it on its first or second chapter, it’s currently at 7/8. it’s a baking competition show au! and it’s so well done! the dynamic between jack and bits was so fun, but i really am enjoying the storyline, plus there were a few moments where i was so proud of the characters :)

10) a fic with a ship that isn’t your main ship

(the use of) nostalgia (for what didn’t happen) by @someobscurereference​ (t, 3.3k, jenny/mandy and holsom)

this fic is incredible. there was so many little funny moments (and sad ones as well), and i just fell in love with all of the characters. i will definitely be rereading this one. it’s an au where jenny and mandy are alive and ransom is the ghost. i’m not good at this just go read it trust me

[fanartshmanart]

Rules: We’re snooping in your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then choose 10 victims.

Thanks for the tag @pwoops! Oh boy here go

1. Mouth of the devil by Mother Mother

2. Oh no by Soy Christmas

3. Intertwined by dodie

4. Close your eyes by the midnight club

5. Bring me Li'l water Silvie by the Wailin' Jennys

6. Way down Hadestown by the original cast of Hadestown

7. In your arms by ILLENIUM and x ambassadors

8. Dead girl in the pool. By girl in red

9. Good for goodness by Brittain Ashford

10. Concertino bianco 2: Con venerazione by Georgs Pelecis

I'm gonna tag @omg-whiskey @hufflepunkwannabe @cornsobsessions @biginnyweasley @d-man-dex if you feel like it! aaand I'm bored of tagging so anyone else who wants to jump on, feel free

[zimms]

im just gonna keep using u as a sounding board for my plot bunnies (whiskey x bitty, wnba kent) BUT imagine jack signs onto the falcs at 19/20 after hes sober and had a lot of therapy,,, and bitty still goes to samwell, rans/holster help him get over his checking fear,,, and bitty gets really good my guy like hes got scouts and everything at his games (in true bitty fashion tho hes like!! for chowder!! for dex!! for whiskey!!) until!!! George approach's him after they win the ncaa for the 2nd time (this time w captain bitty) and our boy becomes a falc, thus meeting jack (still a mildly moody bastard) and whale on the story goes because bitty is the first out nhl'er and jack may be out to some people (thnk u therapy) but it's intimidating to see how bitty handles the press like they're mischievous children and hes the aged southern grandma scolding/mocking them so politely they dont even realize theyve been insulted until they get home

yess, exactly anon!!! nhl!bitty has so much potential!! (also have you read 52 hertz on ao3 bc that sounds like the perfect fic for you?)

[nurseyydex]

dex, with his acoustic guitar sitting on the grass by the pond on a sunny day serenading nursey: I love you,,,, bitch,,,, I ain't ever gonna stop loving you ,,,,, bitch nursey: *tears streaming out of his heart eyes, hand on his chest, heart swollen with love and affection*

[fuchsiagrasshopper]

Vicariously

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

AN: This is an answer to an anon request about the reader who is sensitive to others emotions including Dex, and helps him to feel better. This was such a wickedly original idea and it took me down an interesting road. I feel this is something I never could have come up with on my own, so thanks to you anon. Enjoy everyone!

You had a strong sense of empathy, always had. It made you good with people because you knew exactly what to say in correspondence to what they were feeling. Sometimes it could be a hindrance, especially when the emotions were negative. You would get beaten down by the overwhelming magnitude that another person could feel. It wasn't a special power or anything, at least you didn't think so. Not like the Hero of Harlem that you had heard about.

Sometimes you would be in a room full of people and would only be aware of your own emotions. It took one person who radiated strongly to get you to feel as they did. You had gotten good at deflecting the connections, but on occasion, one would come along who would not be ignored. As you sat in the bar that evening, one such man could not be spurned.

You hadn't noticed him when he came in. He was alone at the corner of the bar and had probably arrived that way. He was nursing a beer, but it wasn't holding his interest. If you had to guess, you'd say he wasn't even a drinker. His eyes kept skirting towards the red-headed bartender. Old girlfriend maybe? No, he wasn't giving off those feelings of affection. He was lonely, but he seemed more in need of guidance. The confusion and anxiety he was throwing off were suffocating. It made you want to crawl into bed and have a long cry. Maybe that's what he ought to be doing instead of ruining your evening. He had put you off of your whiskey sour with his welter of sensations.

It became a game of chicken, unbeknownst to him, of who would get up and leave the bar first. You watched him with impatience, while your fingers twitched with the desire to reach into your purse and bring out some money to pay your tab. The game ended the moment he stood up from his seat, throwing down change before sidling to the door. You took a deep breath as he slipped out of the bar, all of your emotions becoming your own again.

What could be going on in his life that caused him to be such a wreck? It wasn't for you to question, but there was a magnetic force pulling you towards the answer, and you were on your feet after him within a moment's notice. Another thing about you was your curiosity towards others. Most of the time they were more interesting than you.

The night was warm, and the air was foul with the city's pollution. You searched around for your mark and spied his blond hair across the street. He was moving fast, and you picked up your pace as you Jay-walked across the road.

“Hey,” You called before blowing out a sharp whistle with your fingers. “Blondie.”

His speed immediately went from ten to zero as he halted, turning back towards you as you cut in front of a cab.

“Sorry,” You said, waving to the driver who shook his head in disapproval.

You made it the rest of the way, leaping up onto the sidewalk ahead of the stranger. His previous emotions flooded back to you, along with a blend of curiosity as you stood before him breathless. You hadn't got a good look at him before because of the dim bar lighting. He had pointed features and a severe manner that didn't give off an approachable vibe. You wondered if it was ingrained in him from whatever job he held. He had red, angry looking scrapes on his cheek and forehead that looked like they were made recently.  As you studied him, he studied you right back.

He closed his eyes and shook his head as if clearing his mind. “Sorry, do I know you?”

You hesitated a moment before speaking. “No.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I've seen you around the bar before.” Okay, that was a lie. You didn't even know if he had been there before. Hopefully, he had or else this was going to be a short conversation.

“I go there sometimes after work,” He supplied, while still wearing a guarded expression.

“Me too,” You said, smiling to try and ease his suspicions. His emotions had lessened somewhat and it wasn't taking so much of a physical toll on you. “Anyway, I saw that you were alone, and so was I, so I thought why not introduce myself? No one wants to drink alone, that's how alcoholism starts.”

He looked quizzical as you let out a nervous laugh. He probably thought you were crazy. Hell, you had chased him across the street after watching him; you were crazy.

“I like to drink alone,” He said bluntly, taking a step towards you threateningly. “Goodnight.”

You stood stupid with your mouth agape. For someone who felt so much isolation and rejection, he wasted no time in pushing people away. Well, you weren't about to let that beggar be a chooser. “Liar, you go there because you're lonely,” You blurted out before he was too far away.

That got his attention. He rounded in on you fast, and you could find no trace of patience left for you. “What, have you been following me?” He grasped you by the shoulders and pinned you to the wall of the nearby building. “Who the hell are you?”

You let out a gasp. When he touched you, you were overcome by everything he was feeling. It made your knees weak, and you would have sat down if his strength wasn't already holding you up.

“I'm a florist. My names Y/N,” You sputtered.

He let go of you and took a step back. The way he looked at you, it's as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. “You're a florist?”

“Yeah, that's about it. Not very exciting, I know. I'm sorry. I followed you with the best intentions, but now it seems I've only managed to annoy you or freak you out. Frankly, I wouldn't judge you for either. I'm gonna go.” You adjusted the strap of your bag and started to turn back when he stopped you.

“Wait,” He said. “What were your intentions?”

“You were feeling stressed and in need of company. I thought I could help,” You said, looking down at your feet nervously. “I can't explain it, but sometimes I can feel what someone else is feeling. It was like that with you. I've never tried to intervene before. Maybe I should stick to that habit.”

“What am I feeling now?” The way he asked, it sounded almost desperate, like he didn't know his own emotions.

You reached for his hand, not surprised when he held it back in hesitation. “It will help me to feel only what you're feeling if I'm touching you.” You explained, and he relented as his fingers wrapped together with yours.

Your brow furrowed, sensing the restraint he had built up to keep his emotions back. He was wound up like a spring. Despite his best efforts, his more prominent feelings were getting through.

“You're anxious and tense. I'd say work-related, but I don't know what you do. You're also curious, probably about me. I'm flattered by the way.”

He cleared his throat, looking to the side in embarrassment as he broke the connection with your hands. “That's...amazing. How do you so that?”

“I don't know,” You said with a shrug. “It doesn't work with everyone. Guess you just have strong emotions.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.” You smiled, watching him disguise his nervousness. “You know you could tell a girl your name. Usually, that comes before hand-holding.”

“It's Dex,” He said.

“Dex, huh? Short and to the point, I like it.” An awkward pause followed. The street noise continued around you, and you felt the first of a cold raindrop on your arm. “Hey, want to grab a coffee? You can tell me all about your job that I assume is the reason for the marks on your face.”

It was a bold move, but you reached your hand out and cupped the side of his jaw, running your thumb over the cut on his cheek. Dex took a deep breath, closing his eyes while leaning into your touch.

The sky opened up, and the sparse drops that had been falling began to turn into a downpour. You took a step back from Dex and let out a gasp at the cold rain on your skin. “Or maybe somewhere dry.”

“My apartment is close. If you still want that coffee, I can make us a pot,” He offered, and you could feel he wanted your company.

Your heart bled at his loneliness, and you found yourself giving in. “Deal.”

You threw your purse up over your head in a vain attempt to protect you from the shower. Dex led the way with you keeping close to his side. Puddles had already started to form along the pavement, and cars were rushing through them in a push to get someplace. At one point Dex pulled you close when you were nearly sprayed by a passing cab.

You were already drenched through your clothes when you came to Dex's building. He hadn't lied when he said it was close, and you wondered if he had picked the bar because of the close proximity or vice versa. It was a well-maintained complex in an upscale area, and you were suddenly aware that you were just a florist.

The two of you were silent as you rode up the elevator to his floor. You were shivering from dampness, while Dex was radiating the nervousness that had returned. His floor was quiet, and you fell behind a moment to admire the delicate crystal light fixture that hung from the ceiling.

“Y/N,” He called, catching your attention. The door to his apartment was already opened and he was halfway inside before noticing you weren't behind him.

“Oh, sorry,” You said absentmindedly, scurrying inside after him.

When you surveyed his apartment, only one thought came to mind. My God, is he neat! The color palette was black and white, and everything was in perfect placement like an Ikea showroom. It was hard to believe the space had been lived in with how stiff the furniture looked.

“I'll get us some towels,” Dex said, stepping down the hall for a moment, leaving you dripping at the front door. You didn't move, making the assumption that he wasn't the type who would appreciate a mess.

Everything was well cared for and had a place, but you couldn't see any personal effects with sentimental value. It was an empty display, and you didn't know where Dex fit in in his own home. The more you tried to make sense of him, it caused you to feel like you were losing grasp of the situation. It was late, so why had you agreed to come here?

As you tried to find an answer, Dex returned with a towel around his shoulders and a spare in his hand that he held out towards you. It was crisp white.

“Here,” He said, passing it to you gingerly.

“Thank you.” You took it while watching his every move.

His wet hair had been ruffled through with a towel, and it caused him to look more carefree. You would have said innocent, but it just didn't quite fit with Dex. He set to work on brewing that promised pot of coffee, and the idea of something warm put you at ease. You took a seat on one of the stools across the island of the kitchen while finishing squeezing the last remnants of water from your hair. You didn't notice Dex looking at you, but you felt a shift in his emotions. It took you by surprise and nearly knocked you down from the stool. He was aroused by you.

“How do you take your coffee?”

You blinked, staring blankly at him while certain your face was red. “Black with sugar,” You managed, setting the towel down in your lap.

“Here, I'll take that,” He said motioning to the damp towel. “I'd offer you clothes, but I don't think I'd have anything that would fit.”

You could stroll around naked and he'd probably be just as happy. He knew you could sense his emotions, but he gave no indication he was embarrassed, and it occurred to you that he probably didn't even realize what he was feeling.

“I'll be alright. I shouldn't stay much longer anyway. I have an early morning, and you probably do as well, doing whatever it is you do.”

“I work for the FBI,” said Dex.

He wasn't kidding. “Jesus, that really is much more exciting than being a florist. The most I'm at risk of is a prick from a rose.” You leaped down from your seat, taking a step towards Dex. He unconsciously took a step back from you. Maybe he wasn't so unaware of his attraction after all. “So what's the story behind these marks?”

“I'm sure you'll hear about it on the morning news tomorrow. This city is going to turn against us,” He said, frustrated. “We lost people tonight.”

Now you were getting somewhere. His pent up stress and agitation made sense. You placed a hand down on his arm, his eyes shooting to that spot while you led him to the couch.

“I'm sorry, that must have been awful.”

He let out a breath. “It was hard, very hard.”

You searched for it, but the empathy in that statement couldn't be found. He needed help to navigate his emotions, and who better than you if it wasn't too bold to say.

“I'm sure you did all that you could. Sometimes all we have is to trust in our own capabilities, and figure out the rest as it comes.”

His eyes found yours, and you forgot all about the storm outside, drawn in by his gaze. “How do you do it, Y/N? I've only just met you, but you get me.”

“Guess you're just lucky you decided to go for that drink.” The coffee machine let out a beep, and Dex made a move to stand before you stopped him. “Wait a moment, I want to try something first.”

Maybe it was a spur of the moment decision or his heightened arousal had fogged your mind, but you leaned forward and planted your lips tenderly on his. You couldn't play it off as a drunken mistake. Both of you were pathetically sober coming from a bar.

Dex's shyness ended the second you leaned in and he had caught the scent of your perfume. He wrapped you in a stronghold with one arm around the waist, and the other hand tangled in your hair. It had curled from the rain. You let out a squeal as he lifted you up with his strength and your back met the sofa with him above you. He let out a shiver as your hands traced up his back under his shirt. Your fingers were still cold from exposure, but you were considerably hotter with Dex's body on top of yours.

He broke the kiss, both of you panting heavily as you stared at one another. His eyes were blown near to black, and yours were surely similar. Your chest heaved, pressing up into him as if starving for contact.

“Coffee?” Dex asked. His hand was still in your hair, massaging the spot at the base of your skull.

Your eyes fluttered and you smiled. “Oh no, I don't need it. I'm warm now.”

Dex grinned back, and he put his lips to yours once more. You continued to explore each other on his couch while the storm raged on outside. Inside the apartment, your emotions formed together in coalescence. Every touch or tease of Dex's body on yours made it impossible to know where his emotions ended and yours began. The thought was far away, and all according to Dex's design.

If you hadn't have been so preoccupied with his emotions when you first entered his apartment, you might have noticed the small, grey vase sitting on his mantel. The yellow tulips had since perished, but he kept the vase as a memento. He had purchased it weeks ago from your flower shop.

[shadcwsborn]

BASIC INFORMATION!!

full name: grayson decker nickname(s): gray, dex age: thirty six date of birth: july 23rd hometown: london, england current location: london, england ethnicity: white nationality: british-polish gender: cismale pronouns: he/him orientation: bisexual religion: agnostic occupation: bartender living arrangements: lives in his own shitty apartment ( lbh it’s london, the prices are sky high. he can probably only afford a bedsit ) language spoken: english, polish accent: british

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: paul wesley hair colour: brown eye colour: green height: 6″ weight: 172lbs build: lean tattoos: he has a skull tattoo on his left forearm ( x ) , he also has a raven tattoo on his right shoulder blade ( x ) and finally the words pulvis et umbra sumus tattooed across his chest ( x ) piercings: n / a clothing style: grayson favours darker and muted colours over lighter, vibrant colours in his clothes; his style is more described as comfortable than stylish. he’s normally seen wearing a pair of black or grey jeans, accompanied with a pair of black boots and 

HEALTH

physical ailments: none, as a werewolf he’s in peak physical condition neurological conditions: n/a allergies: before he triggered his werewolf curse he suffered with hayfever ( growing up he also told other people he was allergic to mushrooms so they wouldn’t make him eat them ) sleeping habits: all things considered, he has a fairly decent sleeping pattern. he tends to get around five - six hours a night, though depending on shift patterns at the bar he is known to sleep for less than five hours.  eating habits: he’s not one to wake before noon, so he usually skips breakfast. he will sometimes grab lunch before work, that usually consists of a sandwich or double cheeseburger. his most frequent time for eating is late at night, once his shift at the bar has finished and he’s fried up some curly fries to take home with him. exercise habits: as a werewolf he is in peak physical condition, but given the fact he doesn’t belong to a pack and isn’t as strong as most werewolves as a result; he exercises regularly through the week. usually two or three times a week. emotional stability: seven. as a werewolf his emotions are quite volatile, always prone to violent outbursts / becoming hot headed when put under increased stress or provoked.  sociability: he’s a lone wolf in every sense of the world; how ever, he can from time to time prefer the company of others ( though only a select few ) and more often than not he requires some alone time. body temperature: he’s as hot blooded as he is hot tempered addictions: some might say he’s a functional alcoholic  drug use: has smoked weed / used coke when he was younger alcohol use: frequent drinker  

PERSONALITY

label: the lone wolf positive traits: adaptable, candid, resilient negative traits: guarded, apprehensive, callous goals/desires: he wants to own his own bar one day / his biggest desire is to be left alone by the packs trying to recruit him && the supernatural community hellbent on having him involved in their affairs fears: he has a fear of drowning, which stems from a time his father took him swimming and grayson almost drowned after drifting into the deep end of the pool, while his father was spending his time doing what he always does — conning people out of their money and belongings.   hobbies: after spending years boosting cars, he knows his way around a vehicle and occasionally spends his weekends restoring old cars and selling them on. habits: he has a bad habit for cracking his fingers / back daily ,  he rubs the nape of his neck when he feels under pressure / severe stress , and he’s an occasional smoker.

FAVOURITES

weather: thunder storms colour: dark / muted colours ( spruce blue, black, grey, olive green, sage green  ) music: growing up in the 80′s/90′s he often listens to classic rock and synthpop but still enjoys modern music movies: grayson’s a big fan of action / crime / superhero movies , but also enjoys buddycop movies and taika waititi is one of his favourite directors. sport: rugby,  beverage: cider, whiskey and beer food: loaded fries ( either cheese and bacon or pulled pork ) animal: red panda

FAMILY

father: richard decker, incarcerated mother: nancy sinclair, deceased sibling(s): n / a children: n / a family’s financial status: lower class

[chyeahnursey]

Laying the Groundwork

It’s my birthday and I’m giving you a present! Some Ford fluff

Read here on ao3 (x)

r u available later? Ford types out, her eyes narrowed. my shitty lead just broke half the set and ofc the guy who built it is gone for the wknd

The message comes back almost instantly. wanna do it tomorrow morning? I can finish my piece now and then you don’t have to rush

that would be perf. thx Lardo. Ford sticks her phone back in her pocket and surveys the stage. The lead actor was supposed to slam the door, but he slammed it so hard it had jammed, and then he yanked on it to try and enter again and managed to rip a hinge out. Not only that, but the door had swung open so violently after the hinge broke that it had banged a dent into the adjacent wall. She resigned herself to spending the night in the theatre and headed to the back to find some tools, a can of paint, and if she was lucky, the snacks she’d stashed back there once upon a rehearsal.

Less than fifteen minutes later, she was walking back into the theatre with a few tools, paint, and some questionable but probably still good chocolate, when she saw someone up on the set.

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to be in here!” Ford yelled, her voice echoing in the empty theatre.

“Holy shit-” the other person cursed and something fell to the floor. They turned around and Ford realized it wasn’t some idiot fooling around, it was Dex.

“What are you doing here?

“I, uh,” he held up his toolbox, “I’m here to help with the set? Uh, if you want, I mean.”

“How did you know about that?”

“Lardo mentioned it in the group chat.” He shifted awkwardly. “Sorry I startled you.”

“No, it’s fine, I just thought it was one of the freshman trying to mess with the set,” Ford said as she dumped her haul on the floor. “Our set designer is away for the weekend and took most of his tools, so I’m definitely not going to say no to any help. Don’t you have a big assignment due Monday though?”

Dex shrugged. “C and I finished most of it this afternoon, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” Ford nodded. “Here, let me show you the idiot did.”

~~~

It turned out Dex had everything they needed in his toolbox, including some small pieces of drywall they could use to reinforce the area where the hinge was. Dex left Ford to work on the hinge while he checked out the rest of the set. He set about reinforcing some of the weak spots in the structure to make sure there wouldn’t be any more ‘accidents’ caused by enthusiastic actors. They worked in companionable silence for nearly two hours before Ford started yawning so much that Dex took the hammer away from her.

“Hey, I’m not-” Ford was cut off by a yawn. “I’m not done yet!”

“Yep, you are.” Dex started packing his tools up.

“Who died and made you boss?”

Dex snorted. “Do you think Lardo would be happy with me if I let you injure yourself because you’re tired? I don’t want to get stuck with frogs for roommates for the next two years.”

“You do realize that I’ll be your manager for the next two years?” Ford resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him.

“Mm hmm. Lardo’s still scarier though.”

“I’ll tell her you said that.”

“You know, I think she’d be happy about that.” He surveyed the set. “Really though, you’ve done everything you can except paint that dent, and that can definitely wait until tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Ford sighed.

“Come on, all this hard work calls for pie. Bitty was baking when I left, he said he’d save us some.”

Ford hesitated, thinking about the long walk home from the Haus, before her stomach growled and made her choice for her. “Okay, let’s go.”

Dex grabbed his toolbox and Ford scooped up her bag from the seat she’d abandoned it on. They made their way out of the theatre, and Ford found herself surprised by how dark it had gotten. They walked back to the Haus in companionable silence, giving Ford time to run down her mental list of what she still had to get done the next day. A long list, sure, but getting the set done today with Dex had definitely reduced her stress levels.

Bitty greeted them as soon as they walked in the door. “I’ve been saving you some pie and cookies, and I wouldn’t wait too long to eat them, the others have practically been drooling over them.”

“Practically? Bro, give us some credit, there’s been real drool,” Holster said, winking at Ford from the kitchen doorway. Dex practically kicked off his shoes and bolted for the food, while Ford took the extra minute to actually unlace her shoes and hang up her jacket. When she went into the kitchen, she realized Bitty hadn’t really been joking - all of the current Haus members were there, plus Nursey, Tango and Whiskey, and although they were all eyeing the plate Bitty had set out for her with interest. She sat down, Dex on one side and Bitty on the other, and took a bite of pie.

“Is this blueberry and peach?” Ford asked.

Bitty nodded and smiled.

“Oh my gosh, this is definitely my new favourite pie,” Ford said as she loaded more of it onto her fork.

“That’s what I was saying!” Tango exclaimed.

Ford looked him right in the eye as she ate her next bite, exaggeratedly licking her lips when she was done. “Too bad Bitty saved the rest for me and Dex, huh?”

Tango’s face fell and Ransom and Holster howled with laughter. Ford fought to keep a straight face and kept staring at Tango as she finished the pie, his expression becoming more and more distraught. She saw Nursey take a photo of him, and just knew it would be the next meme in the group chat. Dex was still shovelling the pie into his mouth, and Bitty kept picking up his mug of tea, more to hide his smirk than to actually drink it. Lardo was still hunched over her sketchbook, but she caught Ford’s eye and winked at her. The conversation slowly returned to normal, Ransom and Holster planning their next (and probably last, unfortunately) kegster, the frogs chirping each other about something that had happened at practice, Tango asking Bitty all sorts of questions about baking and Whiskey quietly listening in.

Ford relaxed back into her chair, letting the conversation flow around her. She should probably be heading back to her dorm soon, unless she wanted to sleep on the green couch again - it might have been comfy but the unknown stains kind of freaked her out. Not that it was much better than the green room couch she’d been known to nap on, but the theatre was her territory and no one was throwing kegsters there, so it seemed, at least, a little better. She managed another five minutes without a yawn, but as soon as she did yawn she realized how tired she really was.

“Tired?” Lardo asked her.

“Yeah,” Ford nodded. “Rehearsal was exhausting, and then dealing with the set on top of that - I’m wiped. Thanks again for the help,” she added, directing the last sentence towards Dex.

“No big,” he shrugged. “You had most of the stuff you needed anyways, you would have been fine.”

“I’d still be there, probably sleeping on their gross couch for the night,” she said. She yawned again.

“Wanna crash here for the night?” Lardo offered. “It’ll save you a trip in the morning, since we still have to go over the roadie info.”

“Um,” Ford hesitated for half a second, debating between the coziness of her own bed and the long walk back, “Sure, that would be great. Thanks Lardo.”

“Come on, I was about to head up anyways,” Lardo picked up her sketchbook and pencils. “See you guys later.”

A chorus of ‘goodnight’s followed them up the stairs. Lardo loaned her a pair of pajamas and Ford pretty much tumbled into the bed, half asleep before her head hit the pillow. She could hear Lardo moving around the room, and she could hear voices from the room next door - it sounded like Nursey and Dex were still hanging out with Chowder. Lardo flipped off the overhead light and turned on the light beside the bed, sitting down with a book and wiggling back into the nest of pillows she had made herself. Ford laid there on the verge of sleep, listening to Lardo turn the pages, when there was a light tap on the door. Chowder stuck his head in the room to say goodnight to them again, Ford managing to get out a sleep “Night, C” before he left. Lardo laughed at her and told her to go to sleep, “for real this time”. Ford grumbled but nodded, drifting off to the sounds of the Haus around her.

[adambirkholtzy]

Dexrarepairweek: Days 1-7

So I felt the need to put all my posts in one place, and thus this post. I’ve separated them based on the day of the event and have attached links to each post.

If anyone feels they like a post but it’s rather lengthy, feel free to tell me to put it under a “read more” and I’ll be happy to do it. I do understand that some of the posts are long and you just may not want that long of a text post on your profile, I totally get that.

Without further ado...

Day 1: Dex/Female pairings

Dex, Jenny, and Mandy- [x]

Dex and Caitlin- [x]

Dex and Ford- [x]

Dex and Lardo- [x]

Dex and Camilla- [x]

Dex and Harper (ofc)- [x]

Day 2: Dex/Male pairings

Dex and Kent Parson- [x]

Dex and Chowder- [x]

Dex and Ransom- [x]

Dex and Holster- [x]

Day 3: Dex/Poly pairings

Dex, Nursey, Ransom, and Holster- [x]

Dex, Tango, and Whiskey- [x]

Dex, Ollie, and Wicks- [x]

Dex, Camilla, and Lardo- [x]

Day 4: Dex/SO and summer loving

Dex and Tango- [x]

Dex and Whiskey- [x]

Dex and Ransom- [x]

Dex and Chowder- [x]

Day 5: Dex/SO and sexiness

Dex and Holster- [x]

Day 6: Dex/SO and alternate universes

Dex and Harper (ofc)- [x]

Dex and Ford- [x]

Dex, Jenny, and Mandy- [x]

Dex and Camilla- [x]

Dex and Lardo- [x]

Dex and Caitlin- [x]

Day 7: Dex/SO and author’s choice/free day

Dex and Wicks- [x]

Dex and Ollie- [x]

Dex and Kent Parson- [x]

[omgcprarepairs]

Anymore dex x holster? Or dex x whiskey? Or both?

We’ve added some to the queue, but between that and what we’ve already posted, we’ve gotten pretty much everything that we can track down for those two ships, unfortunately.  If any new content comes up, we’ll be sure to add it if we see it.

[mattcullen]

For the silly shipping meme: Can you do Chowder, Dex and Nursey? (Btw this is bitty-crocker)

ahh hi stephanie! happy to :)

i’ll start with chowder

My OTP: charmer duh but also polyfrogs man i love that stuff

My NOTP: urmm idk honestly i don’t think i have one for chowder, anyone would be lucky to date him (lets say him and those douchebag reporters or the chads)

My BroTP: chowder and lardo (see my hcs x)

Overrated pairing: there. isn’t. one. he’s. perfect.

Underrated pairing: *BANGING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER* CHOWDER AND RANSOM CHOWDER AND RANSOM

The ‘I used to ship it, but not anymore’ ship: again, there is not one

The ‘I used to dislike it but it grew on me’ ship: probs polyfrogs, purely bc i started w nurseydex but then i realised wtf they’re all perfect for each other and now life is better

The ‘guilty pleasure’/crackship: oh god mabes chowder and johnson purely for the goalie weirdness ooh or chowder and tango!!

Overall thoughts: just an all round perfect person, a good and happy bean, honestly the dude we should all aspire to be

onto dex

My OTP: nurseydex man that is my shit (and polyfrogs yo)

My NOTP: hmm there was a couple of fics going round about dex and kent and that just did not click for me

My BroTP: dex and farmer, i love them being best bros

Overrated pairing: he rarely gets shipped outside nursey and chowder so i wouldn’t say there is one

Underrated pairing: hmmmmm idk honestly don’t think there is one for this either, mabes dex and whiskey

The ‘I used to ship it, but not anymore’ ship: AGAIN i’ve been a pretty consistent nurseydex for a year so my opinions haven’t really changed

The ‘I used to dislike it but it grew on me’ ship: same answer as the chowder one 

The ‘guilty pleasure’/crackship: whyyyy do i not ship dex with anyone other than nursey and/or chowder

Overall thoughts: he’s my fav ace spec bro and he’s grown so much as a character and i’m proud of him

and then nursey

My OTP: n u r s e y d e x (also the polyfroggos)

My NOTP: my boy is an ethereal god so no one is truly good enough for him but mabes nursey and bitty (? i’m grasping at straws here) 

My BroTP: nursey and holster (they lov the show tunes life)

Overrated pairing: there can be no overrated pairing for this boy

Underrated pairing: NURSEY AND RANSOM OH MY GOD I NEED MORE CONTENT THEY’RE EVERYTHING TO ME

The ‘I used to ship it, but not anymore’ ship: hmm not sure i have one

The ‘I used to dislike it but it grew on me’ ship: polyfrogs and nurseyrans mainly bc i was focused on him and dex but now i’ve seen the fuckin light

The ‘guilty pleasure’/crackship: ooh guilty pleasure him and lardo (i’m a strong shardo and lamilla stan but i like the idea of nurse and lards chillin and arting together)

Overall thoughts: my favourite boy. honestly too soft and fake chill and extremely attractive. i love him

[omgericzimmermann]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter Characters: William "Dex" Poindexter, Derek "Nursey" Nurse, Adam "Holster" Birkholtz, Justin "Ransom" Oluransi, Jack Zimmermann, Eric Bittle, Mandy (Check Please!), Jenny (Check Please!), Whiskey (Check Please!), Tango (Check Please!), Caitlin Farmer, Chris "Chowder" Chow, Shitty Knight, Larissa "Lardo" Duan, Alicia Zimmermann, dex's asshole brother from mop, Kent "Parse" Parson Additional Tags: the superhero AU, IT CONTINUES, i've come back from the dead with gusto, featuring the x-files, THE COLD WAR, Superpowers, Bad Science, (i have a degree in medieval history kids i know nothing, Well - Freeform, i know about medieval history, not science, anyway Series: Part 4 of The Samwell Irregulars Summary:

Being a superhero isn't everything Will Poindexter thought it would be. But at least they've got a great team composed of -

- Frostbite, the ice and snow controlling, previously presumed dead hockey player - Captain Canada, their very own Steve Rogers - Stardust, who can phase through just about anything (and usually his own clothes) - Spectre and Phantom, the ghosts who like to ruin bad people's days - Adam Birkholtz, who's name defies superhero-dom - and Will himself, better known as Livewire these days.

And all that would be fine if it wasn't for the FBI sniffing around, asking questions about where they got their powers. Which also would be fine if they hadn't come from an experiment Spectre and Phantom concocted out of the research that killed Will's parents fifteen years ago. But even that would've been manageable, until the lava monster started terrorizing the streets of Boston.

[newraprus]

New post in NR | Новый рэп: ​​Сегодня в наших подборках: RickeyF, Луперкаль, FACE, ATL, Макс Корж, Скриптонит, Oxxxymiron. • Новинка! ХЛЕБ - Курточка Stone Island • Новинка! Wu-Tang Clan - If Time Is Money • Новинка! Ассаи - Ищу тебя • Новинка! Slim - Шубадуба • Новинка! A$AP Rocky & Maroon 5 - Whiskey • Новинка! A$AP Rocky & Famous Dex - Pick It Up • Новинка! Loc-Dog - Серьезным • Новинка! MONATIK - То, от чего без ума • Новинка! Тати & Nastra x Needow - Scrolling • Новинка! Schokk - Письмо Децлу http://ift.tt/2hQo7Af