Sawyer

ok i really need to slow down on comic making, i have responsibilities n shit. anyway, another one

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Give me Robert who feels insanely unwell whenever he learns that that one thing Flambae always does for him? Yeah he does it for everyone else too. Robert finds out that Flambae makes tea for everyone on the Z-Team, not just him. Flambae even memorizes how they each like their tea. Alice likes it sweet. Colm likes it strong.

Give me Robert who needs to feel special, because he never felt special to his father, despite being literally the only child. He never felt special as Mecha Man.

(On that note, give me Chase angst where Robert finds out he isn't the only kid Chase babysat and realizes he isn't special even to the ONE real brother/father figure he had.)

Give me Robert who feels, deep down, that he doesn't deserve to feel special, because he's not. He's third in line for the Mecha Man legacy. The third Robert Robertson. He's NPC levels of bland, powerless among supers.

Give me Robert who thought he'd long killed off all desire to want anything, because he's not going to live long enough for it to matter, anyway.

Robert who adopted Beef because the creature NEEDS him, is devoted to only him, because he feels special to at least this dog.

Robert who feels his stomach drop and heart clench and eyes sting when he realizes Chad laughs like that with anyone. At Victor who told a stupid joke, with Malevola when she arm wrestles him, at Katon-Ur who doesn't understand a phrase.

Robert who desperately tries to curb his desires and expectations because it hurts too much to hope and be disappointed.

And when Flambae passes him something wrapped in plastic wrap? When Robert looks down at the familiar yellow cakes, except they're warm and soft and looks fresh out of the oven? When Flambae admits he's been experimenting with making healthier, home-made Twinkies just for him? Maybe Robert cries, just a little.

After that? When Flambae lights up at the positive reaction, absolutely gloats in Robert's gratitude, Flambae makes it his life mission to do more and more things, just for Robert.

This is adorable!

I’d love to imagine that Robert is fully in the dark about it and thinks Phenomaman is just being nice to him (he thinks Phenomaman is clingy but is just a part of his personality.

Phenomaman telling Blazer that Robert proposed to him and Blazer being confused but going with it as she’s finally happy that Phenomaman is over her. He eventually tells the Z-team whole decide to hide this fat from Robert as they plan their wedding; Prism already has herself listed as the performer for the reception and wedding.

While this is going on Phenomenon is putting furniture in Robert’s apartment and staying there saying he sold his house (Robert thinks Phenomaman has fallen on hard times but in reality Phenomaman sold his home to live with Robert). Robert lets him stay and wonders why Phenomaman keeps on insisting cooking for him, and sleeping in the same bed.

Eventually Robert gets tricked into going to an “event” thinking it’s another Z-team outing Robert walks into a wedding isle where he is pushed into marrying Phenomaman. At first he thinks it’s a joke/prank but soon after saying “I do” and signing what he thought was a fake document he realizes he’s actually married to Phenomaman and before he can say anything Phenomaman flies him home for the “honeymoon”

Well, technically it started with a scarf. The old ratty strip of red material Robert used to keep his neck warm in the unseasonably cold California fall. Robert kept the scarf close to his chest as he pulled his coat on and started to leave SDN. Most of the office had left already so he was surprised to see Phenomaman by the front entrance. The alien was shivering as he attempted to rub his hands up and down his arms for warmth.

"Hey, you okay bud?" Robert asked as Phenomaman turned to face him.

"Ah! Robert, I'm fine." The man smiled despite still visibly shivering. "I'm just... unaccustomed to the Earth's drastic weather changes. It seems I have once again been caught unawares by the temperature drop and I am ill-prepared for the night air. Clothing-wise." Robert nodded as he looked over Phenomaman's hero outfit. His muscular arms were bare with the cape offering little in protection. Robert couldn't imagine that the spandex material that the rest of his costume was comprised of provided much warmth either. "It appears I chose an inopportune time to shave as both my face and neck are freezing," Phenomaman said, rubbing one of his hands along the back of his neck.

"Here," Robert unwound the scarf from around his neck as he moved closer to the alien. The man had to stand on his tiptoes to reach Phenomaman's neck, taking the red fabric and wrapping it around his bare skin. "I know it's not much but hopefully it can keep you a little warmer. I'd offer you my coat, but I don't think it's gonna fit." Robert laughed at the idea of the hero trying to strain into his tiny coat. Phenomaman stared at him with wide eyes, quickly darting between the smaller man and the scarf around his neck.

"I...are you sure of this, Robert Robertson?"

"Yeah, you can keep it. I'm sure I have something else I can use at home." Phenomaman's gaze was still focused on the man for a moment longer before nodding.

"Thank you. I have....much to think about." With that, Phenomaman man turned and quickly exited the building, leaving a confused Robert in his wake. Robert didn't think much of ot, shrugging it off as Phenomaman being socially awkward as he began his trek home.

Two days later, Robert opened his apartment door to see a package waiting for him. It was long and tall, wrapped with Christmas-themed paper and a large bow near the top had a tag with his name written on it. Robert raised an eyebrow as he pulled the tag off. On the other side was a note.

'Dear Robert Robertson, I humbly accept your proposal and wish to present you with what I hope is the first of many gifts. Sincerely, Katon-Ur.'

The handwriting was messy but legible. He was getting better at writing in English. Robert was slightly confused but pulled the gift in regardless. Was he overcompensating for the scarf Robert gave him? Maybe. Taking a knife from the kitchen, Robert used it to slice along the box. The paper and cardboard were torn under his blade when there was a loud 'pop' of plastic and Robert felt himself get thrown back on the floor.

Disoriented, it took Robert a moment to realize that he was knocked out by a quickly inflating mess of foam and fabric material. A mattress. Phenomaman bought him a mattress. Another note, likely one that was attached to the box, fluttered to the ground. Reading it left Robert even more confused.

'In hopes that one day we may share it.'

One week into the lovebirds living together Phen, while on shift, asked Robert about his ring size. The question only gained a raised eyebrow from the dispatcher while the team scrambled for an excuse for the question, Invisigal ended up saying that they were betting on who had the thinnest fingers, earning an answer.

"...Okay?" Robert sighed. "You weirdos with your weird ass bets- I don't really like wearing rings that much so I have no idea, I could check later but each of you will owe me five dollars."

The team decided to put a pin on the topic for now. Especially since whatever ring they could get would likely break from the alien's super strength before they knew it.

The team did manage to get Phenomaman to be slightly more discreet with his questions, which resulted in him asking robert which color a purjhle-ar (a made up domesticated animal from urgot-52dc) would he have if he could have one, whatever color he picked would be the main color for the wedding decorations.

"Blue I think?" Robert shrugged as he answered

"Which blue?" Phen curiously inquired while half-way to the mission assigned to him.

Robert let out a light chuckle. "I don't know Katon, I don't exacly have a swatch of every blue I could like. Thanks for as-"

"I could bring at least some samples right now, I'll surely still make it to the miss-"

"DUMPY... No." Luckily for the granny that got stuck on a tree trying to get her cat off of it, Phenomaman relented... He still brought like fifty swatches of different blues to Robert's their shared apartment after work, and though Robert thought it was a bit silly, the two spent some time comfortably sitting side by side as he picked a color similar to the Mecha Man Suit's coat of paint.

Several days later, Coupé barely kept herself from throwing all her knives at the alien when he asked Robert "In which country and/or particular human settlement would you like to spend a particularly sweet month." while the two of them were dealing with some superpowered robbers.

"Huh? Is that from one of those monthly SDN questionares for heroes?" The (ex)assassin took in a deep breath as their dispatcher, yet again, made her question her decision to help with this wedding

"...Yes. That is exactly the case." Phenomaman slowly answered, giving Coupé a thumb up before disarming one of the robbers... Coupé was not sure just how much of this she or the team could take before they snapped.

In the end Robert's answer to the question turned out to be "Anywhere but Paris." With which everyone, including Coupé, agreed.

One of the last, and more subtle questions was "Do you prefer dresses or suits?"

"To what? Wear or... Look at someone wear it?"

Phen hummed as he thought for a moment.

"Both?"

"...Well." Robert began slowly. "Dresses look nicer but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't pull one off."

Later that evening Phenomaman insisted to Sonar that they order dresses for both him and robert.

No one was even considering Robert to pick the food, or Phenomaman for that matter, twinkies and melons were definitely mandatory though.

Parker/Arthur, I don't think this one needs trigger warnings. Praise kink if you squint. I guess I got tired of Arthur's pity party because he's just being a little minx now.

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Arthur glowers at his tea. Parker lays a hand on his knee, he pats twice with his fingers. He rubs slow continuous lines back and forth with his thumb. Arthur's tension eases into something more like anticipation. "Hey," it's that voice, "Look at me." Arthur does, he thinks he'd do anything Parker said if he kept talking like that. "There ain't nothing wrong with you. You know that right?"

"I..." Parker's conviction is so strong it must be true. He would trust Parker's word on anything. "I know."

Parker hums, pleased. He's familiar with it as a sound Parker makes when he gets the answer he wants to hear out of somebody. Arthur never knew it could feel so good to be on the receiving end of Parker's interrogation techniques.

Arthur looks at Parker's hand. He's not stroking anymore but he hasn't moved it. Arthur considers the ways he's seen Parker touch other men before. "You've been flirting with me. Before now. Before this. Did you know? Did you know I was... That I'd like it?"

Parker takes his hand away like he wasn't previously aware of its location. "I had a hunch you might like guys yeah. You're not exactly subtle the way you stare at me y'know?" He laughs, "But I try not to flirt with you. It ain't easy."

Arthur feels almost offended that Parker wouldn't flirt with him as much as possible. "Why not?"

Parker looks away for a moment and then back at Arthur "Because I like you," he says quietly.

Arthur cocks his head to side, "That doesn't make sense."

Parker sighs, "You're smart kid, think it through. I could never be sure if you'd want me like that. And even if you did there are so many things that could go wrong you know? I like working together. I like being your friend. I didn't want to risk that for a roll in the hay. And s'pose we tried it and you didn't like it? Where's that leave me, huh? I'd never forgive myself if I pushed you away."

Arthur has never seen this side of Parker. He seems almost... Insecure. Arthur bumps his knee against Parker's again. "I've never known you to shy away from a risk, Parker."

Parker looks at Arthur's knee and back at his face, "I stick to the gamblers code, English. Never bet anything you're not prepared to lose."

He brushes his hand against Parker's leg. "Hm, I was never any good with that rule. I always want to keep going until I win."

Parker's leg jumps but he doesn't pull it away. "Well thank our lucky stars that gambling's my vice and not yours."

Arthur leans closer to Parker, "I have other vices," he purrs.

"Fuck, Art," he groans, "I ain't joking around here ok? It's all fun and games till someone gets hurt. You better be sure this is what you want." He's sure. He's never wanted anyone this badly.

Arthur gets off the couch and stands in front of Parker. It's one of Parker's moves. If you put yourself above the subject physically you can often gain the upper hand in a conversation. "What if I make you a deal?"

Parker leans back against the couch to get the full view of Arthur. His eyes shine, "What d'you have in mind?" Oh, Arthur's got his number alright.

"If anything happens that I don't like I won't hold it against you. I won't blame you for it. It wouldn't be your fault anyway, right? No, you're just helping me figure out what I like and don't like." He rubs at his neck sheepishly.

Parker glances at his neck and licks lips. It's subtle, a less sharp eye than Arthur's wouldn't have caught it. Perfect.

"I'm a little out of my depth here, you know? I've learned so many things from you, Parker. I could really use your experienced hand to guide me." Parker makes a noise low in his throat. Arthur extends a hand to him. "Deal?"

Parker sucks his teeth, "Whoever taught you to flirt oughta be shot, English. You're a damn menace." He stares at the hand.

Arthur gives him his most coquettish smile. "Pretty please?"

Parker groans. He grabs Arthur's hand and pulls him forward. "Deal."

Arthur loses his balance a moment before he scrambles into Parker's lap. Parker is not shy about rearranging Arthur's limbs to his liking. He ends up straddling Parker's waist with his hands on his shoulders.

"I figured you'd like a little man handling." Arthur can barely feel the warmth from Parker's body compared to how flushed his own skin becomes. "You blush real pretty you know?" Parker cups a hand behind Arthur's neck and brushes his cheek with a thumb. "Can't fake that with a silver tongue. That's real."

Arthur lets his eyes slip shut, "Parker..." he breathes. He savors the feeling of being touched just that little bit before he opens his eyes again.

"Arthur." Oh fuck. Hearing his name in that tone of voice does something to him. He'd go weak at the knees if he wasn't already on them. He whimpers. He fists his hands in Parker's shirt. They haven't even done anything yet god damn it.

Parker chuckles, "As much as I like just havin' you in my lap like this, was there anything else you wanted, sweetheart?"

Arthur moans. This is his chance isn't it?He's not about to waste it. "I want you to kiss me. Rough. Like you would if I had agreed to cooperate with your investigation but you thought I had information I was holding out on and you needed to pull it out of me."

"Done," Parker growls. He plants his hand firmly behind Arthur's neck and yanks him forward to crash their mouths together. The other hand he snakes up to get a fist full of Arthur's hair.

Arthur groans. His lips are barely open before Parker's tongue is pushing inside his mouth. Parker's grasp on him is so solid he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. He tries to kiss back as best as he can. He must do a decent job of it because Parker is moaning into his mouth. Arthur can feel the vibration of Parker's tenor voice sing through his skin. It's electrifying. It feels like it's buzzing through his teeth and resonating in his skull. It feels so right. It's everything he never dared to dream of.

A little pride month thing of John and Arthur