Dispatch fics that make my heart melt and want to eat a table
(Open, Unmoderated)
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Malevola has him pinned against her side, hanging onto him like she’s afraid he’s going to get swallowed by the drunken crowd. Sonar is on her other side, ears glowing faintly with the strobe lights as he knocks into her repeatedly.
Visi swings by, wipes the corner of his mouth, then disappears. Hot hands find his head a second- seconds? minutes? later. The flash of orange and black coming closer has him swaying dangerously to catch whatever Flambae starts to mutter against his ear. Something about shitty music?
Coop saunters past with a glint of metal, prying the empty tumbler from his hand. Punch Up appears with a full one to replace it. It makes his face flush when he takes a swig.
“Yo! Anyone seen Golem?” Prism pushes through. She’s got Waterboy by the wrist; She might be about to use him to purposely slip people and get them out of her way. Phenomaman is floating after them.
Visi comes back again, this time with Blazer holding on for dear life. They’re hugging like it’s the end of the world instead of just being drunk in a shitty bar. Blazer smiles, dimples showing. His vision swims.
The whiskey burns. So does the ache in his chest.
-
Sometimes a drink feels like family.
Series
- Part 1 of stuck to the bottom of my glass
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 15,931
- Chapters:
- 2/?
- Comments:
- 182
- Kudos:
- 1,745
- Bookmarks:
- 468
- Hits:
- 17,470
Bookmarked by Samsnaka
15 Nov 2025
Bookmarker's Collections:
Bookmarker's Notes
Oh my GOD its so goood
-
Be Gay, Do Crime - The Z-Team Official Group Chat by FandomLore
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game), Original Work
19 Feb 2026
Tags
Summary
"Wait, you mean those fuckers didn't drag your ass into their own online hell yet?" Chase chuckled, finally snapping Robert awake as he chugged his coffee.
"Online what?" He deadpanned, watching as Chase grabbed his phone, typing in the ID for one of the SDN Messager's private channels.
"The group chat, dumbass." The older man remarked, tossing the cellphone back to the former-superhero, the group chat name clear as day at the top: "Be Gay, Do Crime".
"... Lovely." Robert grumbled.
***
From the creator of the Hi-Fi RUSH Chat Fic, we got a Dispatch Chat Fic! Chaos, gays, and basically whatever idea I decide to toss in here. Comments are also taken into suggestion when writing, so please comment your feedback!
Series
- Part 1 of Dispatch Shenanigans
-
Tags
Summary
Robert’s dancing (begrudgingly) with an old superhero friend of his to avoid making a scene had he turned him down. The stares from around the ballroom, the camera flashes from nearby reporters, said superhero’s hands a bit too close to his waist all irritate him to no end.
Meanwhile, Flambae’s watching from the edge of the room, flames curling around his knuckles.
Prism whispers, “You plannin' to torch the next guy who asks him to dance?”
“Depends on who he dances with next,” he growls.
Robert catches his eye across the floor—and with a pleading look—mouths, 'Behave.'He doesn’t.
-
- Words:
- 15,931
- Works:
- 1
- Bookmarks:
- 52