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BLONDE BLAZER OVER INVISIGAL ANY DAY DUDE SHES SOOOO I think th3 blondes do something to me because her and Haley π«£π«£π«£ (I donβt actually have dispatch but my friend plays it in class and gives me an earbud soooo I basically do)
itβs okay peach i understand, i love me a blonde masc
You were in the middle of a mission when you received a call from your little girl's school. She has gotten sick and needed to be picked up at that moment. You didn't give any explanations to Robert, you just heard him in your ear warning you that leaving a mission would bring you problems. You didn't care, you had a 6 year old girl waiting for her mother.
Robert would be lying if he said that caught him all of a sudden. You were... probably the best one of the Z Team. The only one who didn't insult him every few minutes, who brought cookies once and matched his sense of humor. He didn't understand why would you risk your place on the team by leaving a mission.
Until next day, when you appeared in the elevator door, suit neat and hair tied up. And a little girl grabbing your hand and hiding behind your legs. You hear a few whispers around the office but try to ignore them while walking straight to Blonde Blazer's office.
Robert lifts his head from his cubicle after hearing the murmurs and sees you wearing your signature armor and the little girl... wearing a Mecha Man's t-shirt?
You knocked once in Blazer's office and forgot to close the door behind you and your daughter. The blonde blinks twice at your daughter and then at you.
"What is happening right now?"
You cleared your throat. βSorry for theβ¦ unconventional arrival. My nanny canceled last minute and the school needs proof sheβs recovered. Iβll keep her out of everyoneβs way.β
"I don't think this is the right place for a kid, Y/N. This isn't daycareβ" Blazer said, keeping it as professional as she could, even though she didn't like telling you that. She knows the struggles.
Robert appeared behind you before she could build momentum. The man moved like someone who had spent his life punching asteroids but was trying very hard not to look like he had spent his life punching asteroids.
βItβs fine! he said, with this easy shrug. βI can keep an eye on her. Chase owes me a favor, heβll help. No disruption.β
You spun toward him, incredulous. βYou donβt have to do that.β
βI want to.β His smile had a softness you had never seen during briefings or combat drills. βBesides, Chase loves kids. And your kid seems pretty awesome already.β
Your daughter peeked out at him at that exact moment, big eyes blinking slowly and not breaking eye contact. Robert drew a kind smile and was already holding the door for you to get out of the office with your daughter.
"Robert, you really don't have to. I don't want to put more pressure on you, and I'm pretty sure Chase doesn't love kids."
βYouβre not putting pressure on me,β he said. βYouβre being a parent. Thatβs it. Nothing heroic about it, nothing villainous either. Just human.β
Your daughter clung to your hand like a tiny barnacle, watching him with this shy suspicion that children reserve for adults who seem too cool to be real. The Mecha Man painted across her shirt practically glowed under the office lights, and Robert kept sneaking glances at it like it was a ghost from a past life waving at him.
βSheβll be fine,β he continued. βSheβs already got half the office wrapped around her finger. Chase included. He pretends he hates kids, but he cries every time Beefs licks his shoe.β
You snorted once, then sighed. βStillβ¦ it feels like a lot.β
βItβs not,β he said. βLet us help.β
His certainty hit you harder than it should have. You crouched down to your daughterβs level, brushing a few rebellious hairs off her forehead.
βSweetheart,β you murmured, βcan you introduce yourself?β
She blinked up at you, then very slowly rotated toward Robert, as if turning to face a giant robot. βMy name is Faye,β she whispered into her own collar.
Robert crouched down too, hands resting on his knees, smile wide and warm. βHi, Faye. Thatβs a cool name. I'm Robert.β
Faye fidgeted, twisting her fingers in the hem of her shirt. Robert pointed gently at her chest.
βThat is a fantastic Mecha Man shirt.β
It was like someone flipped a switch inside her. Her entire face brightened, all shyness melting instantly. βDo you know who he is?!β
βI mightβve heard of him once or twice,β he replied with an innocent shrug.
She beamed, absolutely radiant, and Robert looked like heβd just been handed a secret he didnβt know he missed.
You pressed a kiss to the top of her head. βAlright, my brave girl. Listen to Robert. Behave. Be polite. And donβt touch anything that glows or hums.β
She nodded solemnly, the vow of a small warrior.
You straightened and exhaled. βRobertβ¦ thank you. Seriously. Thank you. I owe you, like, a thousand thank-yous.β
βYou donβt owe me anything,β he said. βJust go do your job. Weβve got this.β
Faye slipped her hand into his without hesitation. The image of her tiny fingers curled around his large ones tugged at something deep in your chest.
You turned to head toward the mission floor, feeling lighter than you expected. Behind you, Fayeβs excited chatter drifted through the hallway. Robert had pull a chair by his side for her to sit.
βDo you think Mecha Man likes apple juice?β Faye said dangling her legs.
Robertβs gentle laugh followed. βI have a feeling he does.β
Faye kept swinging her legs, tapping her heels lightly against the chair as if powering some invisible engine. Robert pulled his own chair a little closer to hers so she wouldnβt feel swallowed by the giant desk, and the two of them settled into this strangely natural orbit like theyβd always been meant to share a corner of an office together.
βWhat else do you know about Mecha Man?β Robert asked, leaning his elbows on his knees. βYou seem like an expert.β
Faye straightened her spine with a smirk. βHe saved a whole city once. And he fought a giant flame guy. And he did it with only one booster fist because the other one was broken.β
Robert huffed a quiet laugh through his nose. βThat was a rough day.β
She blinked. βYou sound like you were there.β
βIβ¦ watch a lot of TV.β
That satisfied her completely.
She swung her legs again. βMy mommy says he was the coolest hero ever. But I think heβs also the nicest.β Then she paused, thinking hard. βAnd I like how he doesnβt yell at anyone even when heβs mad.β
Robert couldn't hide his smile
βWell,β he said, rubbing the back of his neck, βI think heβd be very happy to hear that.β
Before she could reply, claws clicked against the polished floor. A snuffling sound. A sneeze. A thud.
Then a tiny but somehow wide dog barreled around the corner like a furry meteor.
βBeef!β Robert said, though his tone was more delighted than scolding.
Faye gasped so dramatically her entire torso lifted. βDog!β
Beef trotted straight toward her, tail whipping so hard his whole back end wiggled. Faye dropped from the chair, landing on her knees, arms wide open.
Beef didnβt hesitate. He nudged his head right into her chest and licked her chin after deciding that she was perfect.
Faye squealed with joy and grabbed his face gently between her little hands. βHi, Beef! Youβre so fluffy!β
Chase arrived two seconds later, out of breath and annoyed in a very theatrical way.
βFor the record,β he said, pointing at Beef, βhe is supposed to stay in the lounge. He is not supposed to escape because he smelled βa new small human.β His words. Not mine.β
Robert grinned. βChase, meet Faye.β
Chase raised both eyebrows, then crouched down to her level. βSo youβre the tiny chaos agent causing all this disruption.β
Faye blinked once.
Then narrowed her eyes.
Then delivered her judgment, very calmly: βYou look like someone who takes naps at work.β
Robert choked.
Beef wagged harder, apparently approving of the burn.
Chase sputtered, hand over his chest. βIβwhat? Excuse meββ
Faye nodded, sealing the deal. βItβs okay. Old people get tired.β
Robert burst out laughing, loud enough that a few heads peeked over cubicles. Chase stood up, muttering something your daughter didn't catch while Beef sat proudly beside Faye like her loyal knight.
Faye hugged Beef again, burying her face in his fur. Robert watched the scene unfold, arms crossed loosely over his chest, eyes gentler than you had ever seen.
βYou two are going to get along,β he murmured.
Faye popped her head up. βRobert? Can Beef sit next to me?β
βHe already decided heβs your bodyguard,β Robert said. βYou might as well make it official.β
Faye giggled, grabbed Beefβs ear, and began explaining (very seriously) the entire Mecha Man lore to both of them.
Robert listened too. Because hearing a child passionately recount his own adventures without knowing who he was? That was magic for him.
In the break, he took Faye to the vending machine and had to pick her up to let her choose whatever candy she preferred after promising that she wouldn't tell her mom. The bag with her lunch perfectly prepared was long forgotten.
"I want the twinkies!" She said with a bright smile, tapping the glass, then she added: "Please!"
"That's the best decision you could ever make, kiddo." Robert said, sitting Faye in the table while he pressed the buttons to take two packs of twinkies and a cup of coffee for him.
Then all of a sudden, Faye says: "My mommy called you a twink once."
She opened the plastic without any problems, staring at the letter of it. Faye didnβt say it with mischief. She said it with the same open sincerity she used to declare the sky blue or Beef fluffy.
Robert froze like someone had unplugged him.
βUh,β he managed. βSheβ¦ what now?β
βA twink.β Faye nodded gravely and shoved half a Twinkie into her mouth. βBut she said it very nicely.β
Robert had faced down plasma cannons with more composure. His brain performed several regrettable somersaults. βHa. Did she? Funny word to use... What else does she say about me?β
Faye swung her legs and examined the second Twinkie. βMommy says you have twink energy. And that she likes your voice. And your arms.β
Robertβs soul left his body, filed for leave, and never returned.
βSheβyour mom? She said that? About my arms?β His voice cracked like a teenager bumping into their crush at a mall.
Faye nodded so hard her ponytail slapped her cheek. βShe says youβre very polite. And she says you donβt talk too much but when you do, it makes her tummy feel funny.β Faye tapped her own belly like she was solving a medical mystery. βI think that means she likes you.β
Robert blinked slowly. βDoes she. Huh. Thatβsβ¦ information.β
He sipped his coffee. Burned his tongue. Tried to pretend he hadnβt burned his tongue.
Faye continued, blessedly oblivious to the concept of emotional privacy: βSometimes when she comes home from work she says, βRobert said the funniest thing today,β and then she laughs and laughs even though I donβt know the joke because itβs about weird stuff.β
Robert set his coffee down a little too fast. βShe laughs? I make her laugh?β
βYep.β Faye took a dainty bite of Twinkie and spoke around the crumbs. βShe smiles when she says your name.β
Robert attempted to gather his dignity and ended up gathering Beef instead, who had waddled over and pressed his snout into Robertβs knee like you okay, buddy? you need grounding? you spiraling?
Robert scratched Beefβs ears, eyes darting anywhere but Fayeβs tiny truth-bomb face.
βWellβ¦ your momβs pretty cool too,β he said, trying for casual. βSheβsβ¦ brave. And kind. And she does this thing where she makes jokes under her breath that nobody else hears, but I hear. And sheβs nice to me for some reason.β
βThatβs βcause she likes you,β Faye said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. She leaned forward. βDo you like her?β
Robert inhaled his coffee steam like that might help. βUhh. I think your mom isβ¦ neat.β
Faye squinted like an old wise hermit. βNeat is a word mommy uses for socks.β
Robert winced. βOkay. Stronger than neat.β
Beef barked once, as if urging him on.
βYour mom isβ¦ great.β Robert rubbed the back of his neck. βSheβs hilarious. And terrifying. And sheβs smarter than everyone on the team. And she makes good cookies. And she leaves missions for you, which is kind of beautiful, actually.β
Faye tilted her head. βSo you do like her.β
He exhaled in defeat. βYeah, kiddo. I do.β
She grinned βIβm telling her.β
Robert nearly levitated off the break-room floor. βPLEASE do not tell her.β
Faye hopped off the table, hands on her hips. βYou canβt stop me. Iβm fast.β
Robert held up both hands, laughing helplessly. βKid, listen. Thereβs a very complicated adult dance happening here, and your mom scares me in, like, a deeply attractive way.β
Faye gasped dramatically. βMommy likes your arms and you like her scary!β She clapped. βYou should get married.β
Robert paled. βWeβre not getting married yet. Wow, Faye, thatβsβambitious.β
She shrugged. βBeef agrees.β
Beef barked again, absolutely supporting the union.
Robert buried his face in his hands. βIβm so fucked.β
"Fucked?" Faye tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes. The fear on Robert's face is instant.
"Oh, no. No, no, no. We don't say that word, Faye."
"You just said it."
"But that's because I'm dumb. People who are dumb say that word. You aren't dumb, right?"
"Nope!"
"Then don't say that word ever again."
Thank God, that was enough for her to not think about it anymore. Robert felt his chest smaller after the talk with the girl, or maybe it was just his heart getting bigger. He tried to not pay much attention to it, knowing that you kinda have a crush on him took him out a little.
Robert tried very hard to focus on anything except the emotional supernova blooming in his ribcage. He wiped a crumb off Fayeβs cheek tenderly, then let her scamper back toward Beef, who immediately flopped over so she could rub his belly.
He watched her for a second. Kids are startling creatures, tiny engines of sincerity who toss truth around like confetti. And she had tossed a whole bucket at him.
He leaned back in the break-room chair and told himself to get it together. You liked him? That wasnβt supposed to be real. You wereβ¦ well, you. The one who took disasters as lightly as he took paper cuts. The one who made terrible puns under your breath because you knew heβd hear. The one who had a daughter who loved Mecha Man without knowing she was sharing snacks with him.
He looked down at his hands and they were trembling. Just a little. Just enough.
The next hours of the shift were more relaxed, Faye was starting to get sleepy, dropping her head in Robert's shoulder with her little fists curling in Robert's shirt. He scooped her without any trouble, letting her sit comfortably on his lap and falling asleep almost instantly.
Robert sat very still, like if he breathed wrong, the spell would break.
And then the shift ended.
The elevator chimed.
You stepped out.
You froze.
Because there they were. Your daughter asleep in Robertβs lap, her cheek pressed directly against the broadest part of his chest, his hand resting gently on her back.
Robert looked up at the sound of your boots.
And for one heartbeat, the world went oddly quiet.
Something warm and ridiculous and enormous unfurled inside your chest, blooming like those butterflies people always talk about. But butterflies were too polite. This felt more like a whole migrating colony of cosmic moths slamming around in your ribs.
Robert opened his mouth, closed it, then spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, instinctively soft so she wouldnβt wake.
βShe got tired,β he said quietly. βDidnβt want to say she was tired, obviously, because that would imply sheβs mortal.β
You stepped closer, mindful of the momentβs fragile gentleness. βYeah,β you whispered. βShe does that. Fights sleep like it insulted her.β
He smiled, eyes flicking back to Faye asleep on him. βSheβsβ¦ a really good kid.β
βShe likes you,β you murmured.
The words slipped out without your usual protective quips. And you felt the heat crawl up your neck as soon as youβd said it.
Robert swallowed. Hard. His fingers twitched once against Fayeβs shirt but didnβt move.
For a moment you just stood there. Close but not touching, both speaking softly.
βI should take her,β you whispered, stepping forward.
But Robert didnβt move, not out of reluctance, more like uncertainty. As though passing her over might feel like waking up from some strange dream he wasnβt ready to leave.
You reached out, gently lifting your daughter into your arms. She murmured and nestled into your neck, arms dangling loose with exhaustion.
Robert watched you with an intensity that almost ignited the air between you.
You adjusted Fayeβs weight, then looked up at him. βThank youβ¦ for all of this. I mean it.β
He leaned close enough you felt the heat of him, close enough the whisper brushed your ear.
βYou donβt have to thank me.β
A pause.
Breathless honesty slipped into his tone. βI liked being around her. And Iβ¦ like being around you.β
Your heart stuttered so violently you wondered if he could hear it.
You whispered back, βDid she told you anything?β
He huffed out a helpless laugh. βShe told me just enough.β
Another pause. A charged one.
He looked down at his hands, then back at you.
Robertβs throat worked like he was swallowing gravel. Words hovered behind his eyes, trying to form, trying to gather the courage to jump the fence of his teeth. He wasnβt usually this skittish, you were a different kind of danger. The kind that could say no. The kind that could change everything.
His fingers flexed once, curling back into his palms. βThereβsβ¦ something I shouldββ
Whatever he meant to say tangled itself into silence.
Your daughterβs sleepy weight in your arms, the faint warmth of her breath on your collarbone and the quiet hum of the building settling for the night. It all made the hallway feel like a snow globe of too-soft feelings.
You tilted your head just slightly. βRobert?β
The sound of his name seemed to shove him toward honesty. You watched him gather himself like someone preparing to leap across a very long, very uncertain gap.
βI was thinking,β he said, voice low and careful, βthat maybeβ¦ sometimeβ¦ maybe you and I couldββ
He stopped again. Not because he changed his mind. Because fear punched him directly in the courage.
He cleared his throat. It didnβt help. βI mean, if you ever wanted to go somewhere. Not for work. Justβ¦ you know.β
You waited. Letting him work it out.
He squeezed his eyes shut once, like rebooting a very overwhelmed system, then tried again with a shaky exhale.
βIβd like to take you out.β
A beat.
βBut if that makes you uncomfortable, or if it complicates things with Faye, or if you think itβs a terrible ideaββ
βRobert.β
His mouth snapped shut.
Your eyes held his, steady in that dim hallway glow. He looked like a man braced for an explosion that might tear him in two.
You spoke gently. βYouβre asking me out?β
He nodded with the smallest motion imaginable, as if anything bigger might spook his own resolve. βYeah. I am.β
βI didnβt think you were capable of being this nervous,β you murmured.
He huffed something like a laugh, but it was shaky. βIβm terrible at this. Apparently asking you to dinner turns me into a malfunctioning vending machine.β
Your smile softened. βYou didnβt malfunction.β
He gave a disbelieving snort. βI absolutely malfunctioned.β
βYou tried,β you said. βYou asked. That counts.β
A long breath left him, like heβd been holding it for twenty minutes.
βSoβ¦ is that a yes?β he whispered, barely audible.
You shifted Faye in your arms and you stepped just one inch closer, letting the air between you warm.
βItβs a yes,β you said softly. βBut weβre taking it slow. For her and for us.β
Relief hit him so visibly it softened the line of his shoulders, loosened something taut in his expression. A smile broke through the nerves.
βSlow is fine,β he murmured. βIβm not going anywhere.β
The elevator chimed again behind you, a polite reminder that the world still existed outside this moment.
You backed toward it, eyes still on his. βGoodnight, Robert.β
His voice followed you in a rough whisper that held far more than the words themselves.
βGoodnight.β
The doors slid closed and you had the dizzying sense that something had just begun like the first quiet click of a lock sliding open.
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Thinking about katsuki taking care of you after the pressure of exam seasons uhhhhhhhhhhh<3333
It had been a few days since Katsuki had actually been able to talk to you. Eight. Not that he was counting.
After whatever freakish study spiral you both went down separately to prep for exam seasons, he hadnβt had a chance to see you with your nose out of a book.
Today marked the first day of holidays. Two months of bliss that would soon turn into tortured boredom β but hey, he wasnβt going to complain about the grass being greener on the other side when he had been looking forward to today for the last month.
It was almost the end of the day. Yet he still hadnβt seen you all day. Not celebrating with your classmates, nor in your usual spots.
He had left his idiot friends in the kitchen to find you, only leaving with a warning that he wouldnβt defend them if Aizawa found them drinking. Past the rest of the class in the common room, the hallways to the dorms were eerily silent, unusual even for the ridiculous time it was β three hours past his usual bedtime.
He had snagged a couple spring rolls from the kitchen on his way out, deciding that if you werenβt going to come down and eat dinner on your own, heβd just have to make you.
So when he reached your door and pushed it open with his hip due to his occupied hands, his grip loosened a little at the scene.
Spread eagled across your bed, there you were, droll collecting on your chin while completely dead to the world.
Placing the plate down on your dresser, he moved closer to move you into a more comfortable position β one where your muscles wouldnβt be protesting all day tomorrow.
When gently supporting your neck to move your head out of its uncomfortable position, his hand came back damp, and his attention was finally drawn to the wet spot on the bed.
A frown tugged at his mouth as he grumbled his way towards your vanity.
βReckless girl. You just got better from being sick and youβre already determined to go back to death and flavourless soup from bad antibiotics?β
Grabbing the hair dryer from the top of the mess that he would get on your ass about tomorrow, he made his way back, cringing slightly at its volume, yet deciding you not getting sick was more important than you waking up.
He expected it of course when your eyes peered open, small inaudible mumbles leaving your lips as you attempted to sit yourself up.
Attempted being the keyword.
He held you stable with one hand, letting your body weight rest against his, as he gave you the spring roll to eat while he dried your hair.
It took a while he would admit. But he had heard enough complaining in the past from you to know that you couldnβt use high heat without a heat protectant.
Plus, it just gave him more time to soak you in. He could never complain about that.
He barely caught you before you fell face first.
Worriedly he turned you around to face him chest to chest. He knew you had been tired, but unconcious tired? That was going into concerning territory.
And with all the adoration and patience of a man in the world β he couldnβt help his eye twitch.
You were drooling again. Dead asleep and limp against his palms.
Spring roll still hanging out of mouth with a concerning amount of drool collecting on the other side.
A sigh.
He gently pulled the half eaten β mushy monstrosity out your mouth.
You were lucky he loved you because holy shit that would have been the biggest ick on literally anybody else.
A/n: It is 12:54. My hair is wet. Itβs the first day of the holidays (hah suck it @tlissablr) I wonder where this idea came from! It was honestly so on the brain I canβt even be bothered to properly layout this
Likes are appreciated, however reblogs/comments are preferred <33 I love getting thoughts and itβs the best way to support me! + Masterlist
something robert gasps out in between breathless moans and the press of his hips to yours, the way his cock hits all those spots inside of you making you see stars. hands burning where they clutch your hips, his own stuttering as he bites down on your shoulder, the pain triggering your own release.
your vision whites out, but you can still hear robert saying something, practically sobbing itβ βi love you, i love you,Β i love you.βΒ you try to twist around, to see his face, but his lips pressing to your neck stop you in your tracks. he says your name, voice aching, fingers pressing firmly over your pulse. feeling you settle down, ease into something softer and warm.
βi love you.β itβs quiet, and robert whispers it. but he means it, every word.
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