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I'm just as exposed if I take off my clothes by Phantomxlegend
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
09 Jan 2026
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“Those are uhm… those are my—my gills,” Waterboy had scrunched up his face, lips pulled into a strange sort of grimace that forced his eyes shut. His cheeks had gone red as he cringed away, dusting all the way across the bridge of his nose as well. Robert saw his chest stutter with an aborted breath, and his gills fluttered open again, droplets of water sliding down his neck and curving around them.
“You have gills?” Robert asked, jaw dropping slightly. He was sure there had been nothing about that in Waterboy’s file, just the stuff about his powers, hydro breath, and bodily liquids generation. Absolutely nothing about gills. And with the wetsuit always zipped up to his chin, Robert had never been able to see them before.
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Waterboy has gills. Robert discovers how sensitive they are.
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Waterboy is not a pervert and Waterboy does not have a crush on his boss-co-worker-superior who is also, coincidentally, his idol and long-time crush, Mecha Man. Which is why Waterboy definitely did not pay to jerk off to a super with voice powers pretending to be Mecha Man.
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Waterboy’s perverseness and his post-nut clarity (read as guilt)
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“Um.”
Robert looks like he just stumbled into a murder scene. Herm supposes it isn’t that far off. “W–I-I…Robert, my–I am.. So s-sorry. I–”
“You realize if you wanted to seduce me there were way better ways to go about it, right?” Robert says, lifting a brow, humorously uncertain.
OR Waterboy is feeling desperate after work, blessed with the house to himself. He gets a little overzealous. Who else to call but Robert?
Bookmarked by annomi
08 Jan 2026
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SO BEAUTIFUL!!! ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION MY BELOVED. THIS CHECKS ALL OF MY FUCKING BOXES
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At first, Mike was unsure how to approach him when he got like this. But they’ve been living together for months now, never further than five feet apart in their dorm beds, so Mike’s learned what works and what doesn’t.
It works when he wakes Will like this, with gentle hands and words, telling him he’s safe. It works when he climbs into Will’s warm bed, turning him on his side and curling up against his back, an arm over his waist and his cheek pressed against his shoulder. They lie together like that until Will’s hiccupping gasps soften into steady breaths, until Mike feels him go limp in his arms and he knows he’s fallen back asleep. It always works.
or: Will has nightmares and Mike is the only one who can console him. Not even Will's boyfriend can. Mike takes great pride in this fact.
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“Dean.” Someone says, loud and breathless.
Dean turns around. There’s a kid standing there, looking at Dean, then at the girl. He’s tall—Dean doesn’t often have to tilt his head up to look at people but he can tell he will for this guy—with shaggy brown hair and wide eyes. Dean looks at the blonde girl next to him.
“Sweetheart,” Dean says, raising his eyebrow. “You are way out of this guy’s league.”
Or: After a witch hunt, Dean is cursed to lose his memories of Sam. With Sam gone at Stanford, Dean doesn’t even notice. Sam does, though.