you know, it's actually incredibly based that every member of the RadioTrio is some flavor of asexual and That's why Alastor decided to keep them around specifically, like that's such a poggers & funny decision/motivation, yanno what i mean~?
*Legal DisclaimerTM: this is in fact Not actually canon, only headcanon, but i can dream lmao TwT
(also kisses to @lovemongerer for the bg bc i'm far too lazy to make an actual bg for a sillypost but didn't want a blank void either 😂😘🫶)
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Aww! YOU ARE MY HERO. What a lovely ask to get. I needed an excuse to work on some WIPs, or at least dust them off and look at them again. So this came at the perfect time, just what I needed! Here's what we've got:
🛞: ("5 Times Eddie Offered Stability and Support, and 1 Time He Was Just the Third Wheel")
Tommy puts his face in his hands and lets out another whine. He says something, so muffled that Eddie can't understand him.
"What was that, buddy?" Eddie asks, comforting him not unlike how he'd comfort Chris. He rubs a firm hand down Tommy's spine. "Couldn't quite make that out."
He lifts his head a little. "Eddie," he says, voice trembly and tear-clogged, roughened with the flash of shitty, overpriced beer Eddie'd bought just for him. He is both very drunk and very sad. "I miss him."
"I know, man." He gives his back another rub.
"His eyes."
"Sure, those are great."
"How he'd... he always talked 'bout really interesting things, you know? That he'd learned?"
"Yeah, I'm glad you think so."
"I miss..." He sniffed. "I-I miss..."
"Hey." Eddie gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Go ahead, get it out. What'd you miss?"
Tommy's face crumples and he sobs into his hands. "Eddie," he says, strained. "Eddie his dick was so big."
"Wha---oh, for fuck's sake, man, I told you already! I don't need to hear about his dick!"
"But it's--"
"If you give me a number in inches I swear to God, for your next beer you're shotgunning a Miller Lite."
Tommy makes a sound like a dying bird.
~
🫦: (filthy buddie smut, gratuitous appreciation of buck's tits) This one is actually complete and posted to ao3! (I need to take it off the list.) (...should I post this fic on its own? I haven't posted/promoted it here.)
work them out at the gym, dive in and take a swim
~
🩴: (post-BT break-up, Karen and Tommy developing friendship)
Karen was already regretting this, and she hadn't even spoken yet. She grabbed her wine glass and cleared her throat. "I'm not saying you're wrong, Buck," she said, looking at him across the table. He wore the same hangdog look he'd been wearing--since the break-up, really, his hands in his lap and his shoulders slumped and the lines on his face wearing in. "I just..." She shrugged and lifted her glass, readying a sip as soon as she'd said her peace. "I get it."
"You... you get it?" Buck asked. He sounded confused, maybe a little hurt, and he shifted his big body in the chair. "What do you mean?"
"I'd kind of like to know that, too," Chimney said, though unlike Buck he kept his voice carefully neutral.
They'd talked about it a lot, and there were things Tommy had told her in confidence that she would never tell. This, though, his side of the story? She had no compunctions being honest about how she felt. "I just mean." She paused and then sighed. "If I had been in his place, I'm not sure I would have made a very different decision."
"Wait." Hen turned in her seat, leaning back to take a long, dismayed look at her wife. She tilted her head, and Karen wasn't sure exactly what emotion was registering there, but it had to be something close to disbelief. She shook her head, things clicking into place. "Tommy is your new pottery friend."
"Yep." Karen nodded. "Tommy is the new pottery friend."
“Eddie,” he says, and his voice is pitched into a whine. “I’m fine. Okay? I’m great.”
“You’re not fine, Buck. You’re anything but fine.” Buck’s hands, settled at his waist, grab fistfuls of his shirt. “Hey.” He shrugs his shoulder. “Hey.” Buck finally looks up at him, his face wet and his eyes red-rimmed. Eddie feels a knot high in his chest. “No one expects you to be fine, okay? You’re hurting. You lost something–someone you cared about. You’re allowed to grieve.”
"I don't want to... to grieve," Buck says, and Eddie feels like sirens are going off inside him. Buck sniffs. He tilts his head down and lifts to shoulder to wipe his snotty nose on the sleeve of his shirt. Eddie knows he'll regret that later. "I want to forget. Fuck. Eddie." He grits his teeth and looks up until their eyes meet. "I want to forget."
~
🔥: When Buck had first gotten together with Tommy - when he’d first seen him, with his no-nonsense haircut and his Carhartt jacket and years-old work boots, he had… made some assumptions. And sure, yeah, he knew that wasn’t fair, but he also really didn’t expect to be wrong.
He’d taken one look at Tommy and - after figuring out that his admiration was as much about wanting to sleep with him as it was befriending him - he’d drawn from a wealth of experiences from all over the country (the world even) and had concluded that Tommy was probably strong, solid, and really boring in bed.
Or not boring, that wasn’t fair. And he didn’t know Tommy’s experiences with his other partners obviously, but he’d met a lot of guys with that specific look before. He’d slept with a lot of their dissatisfied ex-girlfriends before. He figured that Tommy, as considerate as he was, knew how to take care of a partner, had all the basics down, but wouldn’t venture into any new territory. So Buck figured he’d let Tommy take the lead and guide him through his first gay sex experience, let Tommy feel good and strong and competent (which he was, and Jesus Christ was that hot) - and then Buck could put his many years and many partners worth of experience to good use and take the reins. He would lead them into uncharted territory as things got a little more adventurous.
Turns out, his assumptions were very, very wrong.
Because that was not what happened. Tommy was a considerate partner, yes, and he was also responsive, an active listener, curious, flexible, and willing and eager to try things out. He was way more experienced with a lot of things that Buck hadn’t expected, too, because oh wait—
Tommy was also an absolute freak.
~
🎀: (established BuddieTommy, focus on T/E, Eddie princess treatment, exploring lingerie)
The next gift Tommy doesn’t warn him about. He and Buck are both at Eddie’s, about to leave for their own afternoon date. Buck and Eddie are talking in the living room, when Tommy excuses himself to go out to his truck. Eddie doesn’t think anything of it, and neither does Buck apparently–or at least he doesn’t give anything away. Tommy comes back in without drawing any attention to himself, and goes to the back of the house.
Buck’s wrapped up in whatever he’s talking about–and Eddie’s trying to pay attention, he really is–when Tommy clears his throat.
“Time to go,” he says, cocking his head towards the door. “You can finish talking about spinner sharks later, Evan.”
“Oh! Yeah, sorry, Eddie, we have to go.” He starts to dart off and then, almost stumbling over himself, comes back to press a big, messy kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth. “Bye! See you!” And then he’s off.
Tommy chuckles warmly, hands in his pockets as he makes his way over to Eddie with a slow, quiet stride. “He’s adorable, huh?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, giving Tommy a shrug and a quick grin. “No idea what the hell he was talking about, though.
“Spinner sharks.” Tommy tells him, indulgent and fond. “They corkscrew out of the water through a school of fish when they feed.” He laughs at the expression on Eddie’s face and then leans in close. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” He grabs Eddie’s chin and presses his mouth in a firm, spine-tingling kiss against Eddie’s cheek. “We’ll see you later,” he says, breath a warm gust against Eddie’s skin. “Be good while we’re gone, okay? And.” Tommy straightens up and his eyes go dark. There’s an expression on his face that Eddie can’t quite read. “Have fun.”
“Uh yeah,” he says, nodding as Tommy shoots him dual finger guns and then wanders out after Buck. “I will. Bye!”
He listens as the truck starts up. Before they pull out of his driveway, though, his phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and to his surprise he sees a message from Tommy.
T:Go check out what’s in the bedroom. I left you something special, Princess.
Thinking about Feng Xin holding on so tight to Mu Qing every chance he gets to the point of pain and Mu Qing never quite reciprocating but feeling immense comfort in it.
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So do the Makara's just have a foot fetish of some kind?
yeah, i just think it suits them. a genetically encoded foot fetish that plagues the entire makara line. that plus general ~sadomasochistic tendencies~
Chloé as a lawyer is a great idea, so long as she isn't in criminal justice. I think the ideal lawyer Chloé is one who would focus on labor and environmental law with the occasional foray into family law. She has partaken in buisness law once (for MDC) where she destroyed the opposing legal team so bad they still bring it up years later.
But if she isn't in criminal justice how do we get the Edgeworth cosplay?