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Lesbo anon here asking for how the girls would react if their gf was in the place of sonar or coupe? Like, for this scenario let's say coop was getting cut, and the reader, being the kind hearted person they were, slacked off on purpose so she'd get cut instead of them? And then, at the final fight, they fight on shroud's side since they got brainwashed or something. How would the girls react? Would they fight the reader themselves or would they have someone else do it because it's too painful for them? Who'd take it the worst?
Not You, Not Here (Coupé, Blonde Blazer, Invisigal, Prism, and Malevola x fem!reader)
Warnings: cursing, violence, self-sabotage and mind control/implied forced augmentation, angst with a decent ending (Words: 2.1k)
(Author’s note: hi anon!! Glad to see you back here again, ty for the request! I had a lot of fun with these, I’m a sucker for slightly angsty stuff like this, and I can’t lie, I really prefer writing headcanons to fully fledged fics (although this is longer than most of my fics lmao). as always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)
PART 2 | MY MASTERLIST
Coupé
- As soon as Coupé knew what you were doing, it was too late.
- She was painfully aware of her spot on that scoreboard, and the looming threat of getting kicked off the team had been weighing on her, but the fact that you’d been purposely sabotaging yourself all day made her feel infinitely worse.
- She knew you were the kind of person to do it, to sacrifice yourself for another goddamn person, but she hadn’t expected you to actually do it for her. Especially something of this magnitude, rather than just giving up your lunch or something.
- And she just watched you go, like she hadn’t been holding your hands and whispering promised to you only the other day.
- Fuck, she felt horrible.
- But she kept working, not wanting to throw away what you gave up to keep her on the team. She knew you’d been rooting for her, and she refused to lose what she’d been working so hard for.
- And she tried not to think about the fact that you hadn’t called her back in weeks.
- The night that the lights went out, bringing forward waves upon waves of Shroud’s forces, hearing your voice was something she couldn’t have even imagined.
- But something had changed about you, and it unsettled her, an uneasy weight settling in her gut as she tried to catch your eyes from across the battlefield.
- Those weren’t your eyes.
- That hopeful light that was a staple of your expressions, that glimmer when you saw her that always, deep down, made her feel like the most important person in the world to you, gone, leaving behind a void where it once shone brightly.
- The faint red glow beneath your suit clued her in further— clearly, Shroud had done something to you, and you weren’t yourself.
- When you lashed out, gritting your teeth and swinging a weapon, she braced herself and fought as defensively as she could, before taking the chance to knock you out.
- She tried not to think too hard about it, slinging you over her shoulder limply like a sack of potatoes. You weren’t going to be in this fight if it wasn’t you fighting.
Invisigal
- Visi felt like human trash the first time she saw you making “stupid mistakes” that so clearly were designed to bring your rank down.
- She wanted to snap you out of it— you were a good person, a decent person, and one that would do anything for someone you cared about— but this was fucking ridiculous!
- She tried to talk to you, to knock some sense into you, but damn it, you were set in your ways.
- Visi knew she wasn’t really on the chopping block, and that either Sonar and Coop would be fired if someone else didn’t drop low enough, which only worried her more. The fact that you cared enough about your asshole teammates to sabotage your chance at a fresh start made her want to yell and curse, to scream at you to start being selfish for once.
- Watching you go into that office in what felt like slow-motion, she knew what the outcome would be. She’d seen those so-called careless mistakes you’d been making.
- And the fact that, after your last chance at an honest living was ripped away from you, you just left without another word, absolutely infuriated her, and made her chest ache.
- She’d spent weeks texting you, calling you, frequenting all of your favourite bars and spots to try and catch a glimpse of you, but when nothing came up, she took the loss and went crawling back to SDN.
- During the power outage, in the midst of three consecutive missions, Robert sent her out to push back a grouping of Red Ring idiots, and she felt her throat tighten at the sight of you.
- You were bloodied, bruised, and clad in your usual suit, but adorned with a series of the red devices she knew so well.
- But this didn’t seem like you.
- They made you quicker. Stronger. Your powers amplified, Visi discovered quickly that she would not win this fight.
- So, she ran. She darted from room to room, your frenzied self quick on her heels as she shoved past the doors to a lab.
- Her hands reach, and find a syringe, and without thinking she swings it around into your neck.
- You collapse to the ground, looking sedated enough for her to take a deep breath, and Visi just stares at you for a moment, before scooping you up and radioing the team.
Blazer
- Blonde Blazer, the boss and heroine, kept an unbiased opinion while trying to select someone to let go of.
- But Mandy, the one who had taken you out on countless dates and stayed by your side whenever anything seemed tough, saw what you were doing, and it broke her heart.
- She knew how much you cared for your teammates, and she was aware that you knew of the deal. The bottom hero in the rankings, by a certain point, would be kicked from the team.
- Seeing you make all of those “mistakes”, little slip-ups that caused no major harm but took away your points nonetheless was excruciating, and she tried to intervene whenever she could, but she knew that you were dead-set on it.
- When the time came, and Robert offered to do the meeting instead of her, she could barely look at you. Watching you leave the office with your belongings, having given up your lifeline for your former teammates to have another chance, made her head spin.
- After that, you seemed to vanish. She couldn’t find you anywhere. You weren’t replying to calls, texts, voicemails, no one had seen you in public in weeks…
- She found the passing time more and more difficult to bear, knowing you were out there. It made her queasy to think about how you’d given everything away, then and there, without a second thought, and she could only hope that you were alive and safe.
- When the massive blackout happens, and she has no choice but to step in when the team’s losing to a horde of Red Ring goons, the last thing she expects to see is you, glaring up at her with nothing but rage in those gorgeous eyes of yours.
- She can’t fight you. Physically, she can, but she just can’t bring herself to hurt you. While you’re pummeling her with attacks, she keeps trying to reach for you, grab your face, make you look at her.
- When she managed to, you didn’t look like you recognized her, which made her heart race. That was, until your hands slowly reached for the amulet, and your eyes widened.
- For a split second, the control over your thoughts broke, and she saw you again. Not your hero persona, or the villain you’d been forced into being, but YOU.
Prism
- She knew something was amiss the day before they announced the team would be booting someone.
- She wasn’t too worried, she was high enough on her leaderboard to be in the safe zone, and she knew you were as well.
- Except for one day, when your name had dropped to the second-last place. Had something happened? How badly did you fuck up a mission to get dropped that low?
- Leaning over you in the break room, she got no confession out of you except for a brief explanation of the plan was today— SDN would fire the lowest-ranking hero on the board. In your words, the stress must have been getting to you.
- For the rest of the shift, she’s watching you like hawk, until she comes to the realization that you’re fucking up on purpose, sending her right into action.
- She’s persistent, trying to question your motives to your face, but deep down, she knows why.
- You’re too nice of a person to let someone else get fired. Even if it means you’re gonna wind up a criminal once again. Fuck, she hated the thought of that.
- The second your alias hits the bottom line, that’s when it truly sinks in that you’re actually doing this, actually burning everything you’d wanted so, so badly.
- You left too quickly for her to get a proper word in, which only left her with resentment, as she saw you walk your belongings out of the building so casually that you wouldn’t think anyone had gotten fired at all.
- After you’re gone, she insists she’s fine, but anyone on a job with her can see she’s going twice as hard as before. That, with the fact that she hasn’t gotten any word from you in fucking WEEKS, and she’s repressing all of that unresolved shit.
- The day that their slice of Torrance is cast into darkness, she’s begrudgingly going out on job after job, keeping people from killing each other until the lights come on.
- When she’s told to hurry the hell up and get through a massive grouping of augmented asshats, she freezes at the sight of you.
- The very same woman who supposedly ghosted her after getting herself kicked out of the phoenix program. You, her girlfriend, who at the moment was trying to kill her.
- She tries talking to you in the midst of dodging blow after blow, but you barely respond, and she catches a glimpse of those glowing “improvements” on your side.
- With the glazed fury in your eyes, she knows something isn’t right.
- Taking the stupidest risk she’d done in years, she snuck beside you, before ripping them out, watching you fall to the ground.
- She grabs your arm, helping and half-carrying you outside. SDN would know what to do. They had to.
Malevola
- Mal wasn’t really sure what the fuck you were doing.
- She’d been out on a bunch of jobs with you, but lately, you’d been making mistakes. Dumb ones, but perfectly timed to lose a few points on that ridiculous scoreboard.
- The moment she realized what you were up to, Robert was calling you into the office for a “quick chat”.
- Sonar was one of her closest friends, and she’d do anything for him, but she didn’t really expect you to do the same. Especially if it meant you being stripped of that second chance you’d been working so hard for.
- She tried to run up to talk to you, question what the hell you were doing, but the next thing she knew, you were leaving with your stuff slung over your shoulder and a tight but sure expression on your face.
- Mal tried to portal after you, but you’d completely vanished, and she knew you didn’t want to be found, much to her frustration.
- You were her girlfriend, damn it! She was supposed to be there for you, and she’d just let you leave. It was embarrassing, and in all honesty, heartbreaking.
- She really tried to contact you. Calls, texts, emails, letters that she wasn’t sure you’d gotten. She’d been out every night looking, asking around, to no avail.
- Eventually, she returned to the dispatch, empty-handed and heavy-hearted. She had to keep working, even if she felt like doing anything but.
- In the midst of the blackout, weeks later, taking the call from Robert to go beat the shit out of some of Shroud’s goons, she stopped in her tracks when she heard a familiar voice.
- She turned— it was you, but you would never say those things. It was against your irritatingly angelic nature. At that moment, she ducked below a swung fist, YOUR fist, and realized that something must have been done to you.
- And she was right. She spied two red dots beside your cheek, blinking as you moved, clouding your expression with hatred she knew the real you didn’t have.
- She knows she can’t fight you. Not in her right mind. But she can, however, get you out of there.
- She manages to pin you between attempted strikes, holding the dull side of her sword against you as she rips open a portal behind you, shoving you through.
- You tumble through the gap, landing with a growl onto the break room couch, still fighting her but disoriented by the chance.
- She could work with this. She just needed you to hang in there.
Hmmm what about Robert making it is mission to figure out what pet name you like to be called and when he does, shamelessly uses it whenever he can be cause it makes you ✨️squirm ✨️
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robert when it came to teasing others was cruel. he lived for seeing how quickly others will fold on anything he says, he’s seen it with his own eyes. so when the chance is given to see how you’d react to different names he gives you, robert can’t pass this golden opportunity.
in the comfort of your shared apartment, you would expect there to be peace. that was immediately ruined when robert had came over while you were drying the dishes. he hugged you from the back, the way he usually did whenever he couldn’t pay for something and you had too. you sighed heavily before speaking “what do you want and how much is it.” robert chuckled, poking your side, “maybe i just want to hug my darling girl.” you coughed and tried to hide the pink tint in your cheeks, focusing on finishing your chores. “ew, that’s so gross.” you laughed, ignoring robert’s cheeky smirk.
laying down and cuddling beef makes robert smile as he came over to ruin it. he picked up beef and laid the poor dog on his own bed, despite his protesting whines. you look at him confused as you exit out of instagram, trying to sit up before he gently pushes you back down. not too much force, but enough to let you know that there’s no need to move. he lays down next to you before leaning his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. he sighs happily before mumbling, “how was your day sugar?” you gulp quickly before looking away, trying to move on from the nickname. “it was, uh, yeah there wasn’t much going on today y’know. pretty boring, how was your day though, hmm?” robert tried not to laugh or else you’d catch onto his game. he liked how quick you talked, making it seem like you weren’t slowly crumbling.
throughout the week, robert had tried out multiple different nicknames. pumpkin, sweetheart, peaches, honeysuckle, sappy stuff like that. it didn’t matter because it all managed to cause you to squirm out of his grasp, you couldn’t let him see it was getting to you. didn’t matter how hard you tried to be slick, robert saw right through you.
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…
“hey, baaaaaaaabe. watcha doing?”
a/n: these nicknames would make me cringe and laugh in his face or genuinely make me fold
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I've been re-kindling my love for cel shading lately, which I haven't used since the days of Inverloch.
Robert Robertson / Mechaman from Dispatch. I know, probably silly to do fanart of something that hasn't been released yet, but I have a good feeling :D
(NOT MY ART credits to aethash on twitter) saw this art of the z-team as preschoolers and i need someone to write a fic where a villain deages them and they lose their memories and rob and mandy become parents of 10 until they can turn them back while royd is the anxious uncle and chase is the grandpa who hates kids and keeps teaching them to swear
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I have a headcanon that Robert Robertson has such bad chronic pain that after ten minutes he needs to sit down (which he thankfully gets to do a lot because the dispatcher job is a desk job and being Mecha Man usually keeps him in the cockpit of the suit)
He also should be walking with a cane, but he feels kind of embarrassed about walking around with it because he thinks he isn't in enough pain to "deserve" it the way other people do
When the polycules or character of your choosing finds out, they make him and he acts like it annoys him, but deep down he's kind of grateful. At least, after he gets over feeling like they're coddling him or pitying him too much when it isn't even "that bad"
જ⁀➴ . . . Including Robert in your nighttime routine ᝰ.ᐟ
Robert has been shamelessly watching you from where you’re sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, barefaced, gazing into the mirror as you apply that same fancy moisturiser you use every day— along with a few other things that Robert can’t name to save his life but knows exactly the step-by-step order they fall in.
“You’re so pretty.” his voice breaks the silence softly, like he was being careful not to jostle you too much. You give him a shy little smile from over your shoulder, and he can’t resist the urge to shuffle closer, ducking his head to brush a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m serious, prettiest girl in the world.”
“You say that every night,” you point out teasingly.
Robert hums lowly in acknowledgement, “Mm, and I mean it every night.” his hand dips under your lace cami just to feel the warmth of your skin, caressing over your hips and up to your waist. You giggle faintly, his beard tickling your skin when he brushes another warm kiss to your jaw and then cheek before murmuring a hushed, “and you smell like a bakery.”
“Is that a good thing?” you ask, glancing over to him from the corner of your eye as he tucks back a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
“Are you kidding? you smell edible, and you’re all soft, obviously it’s a good thing.” He grins, lightly nipping at your cheek.
“You’re ridiculous,” you tell him, smiling all the same. “You wanna do one with me?— a face mask, I mean?”
You watch as intrigue flickers through his expression, “sure… just don’t make me look too stupid,” he replies almost hesitantly, trying to bite back a grin at the way your eyes light up— god knows he’d do anything to earn that look.
“You won’t look stupid— well, maybe a little, but it’s worth it.”
Now he finds himself with you perched on his lap, leaning back against the headboard whilst you apply a face mask over his forehead and freckled cheeks whilst he tries his best to do yours, albeit a little more clumsily, trying to not get it into your hair or mouth— the distinctive smell of sugar cookies and vanilla settling in the air between them, that has caught Beef’s attention who keeps trying to lick the product from the tub.
“We look like we’ve been pied in the face,” he points out with a light chuckle, pulling you a little closer to steal a kiss from your lips even as you pull back with a giggle.
“You’re gonna get it in my mouth.”
“I won’t, I’m being careful.” He murmurs playfully, leaning back in for another peck. “How long until we wash it off?”
“Fifteen minutes, be patient.”
“Oh, you’re killing me, baby,” he huffs, letting his hands run over the curves of your hips up to your waist— just simply basking in the moment whilst also trying to fend off Beef with one hand as he keeps trying to clamber up onto your lap to lick your cheek.
When it is time to wash it off? Of course, Robert doesn’t make it easy; his shoulder pressing right up against yours as you both crowd around the tiny sink in your shared bathroom, flicking water everywhere, both of you lost in a fit of laughter.
“There’s gotta be an easier way to do this.” He murmurs with a chuckle, wiping a damp cloth over your jaw like a silent truce.
“Yeah, this is the easy way,” he simply hums skeptically at your reply, running his knuckles over your smooth face. “I’m gonna need a new shirt.”
“I’ll go get you one.” He grins, dropping a kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the bedroom to rummage through this drawer to grab you a shirt— old and worn, but impossibly comfortable.
Robert flicks the big light off, leaving the dim glow of the bedside lamp to light the room, before climbing into bed with you, and your hands instantly reach up to his face, his skin silky soft under your palms and fingertips. he gives you a boyish sort of grin as he leans into your touch with a content little sigh when you lean in to pepper kisses to each one of his freckles.
“What’re you doing?” He chuckles, his hands falling to curl around your hips to ground himself.
“Appreciating my hard work,” you murmur between each kiss, and he completely unravels under you with a faint chuckle— giving you a low appreciating hum.
“We should do this more often.” He says, his voice now an intimate whisper.
“Yeah, we definitely can.”
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AN: thank you to the anon who requested this btw! <3
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