Dispatch Squad's Dream Date!
Feat.: Robert, Sonar, Waterboy, Prism, Flambae, Malevola, Punch Up, Coupé, Golem, Invisigal, Blonde Blazer, Phenomaman
Warnings: some suggestive references, mentions of substance use
đRobert Robertson IIIđ¶
Having a dream date never seemed realistic in the grand scheme of things. Frankly, Robertâs just gotten back to believing itâs something he can maintain and deserve and he has his friends in part and you mostly to thank for that. So when he sees you beaming up at him all giggly and excited saying itâs Robert Day heâs looking down with crossed arms and an amused half-smile but absolutely ready to go with it, if nothing else to keep your smile so wide. Step one includes Beef: a trip to a quiet little cafe followed by an outing to the dog park with him. Another owner calls you both Beef's parents and you beam both up at them from the bench and over at the chunky little dog befriending their yorkie. Beef comes home, where you insist on making Robert a surprise lunch, a dish you recall him saying his mom used to make. Another thing you know about your boyfriend is that he's an introvert, so the rest of the day's about staying in. Helping him rearrange and organize some stuff he kept saying he'd get around to before just watching movies in each other's arms. If he got cold, you got a blanket. If he got thirsty, you were on your feet before he could even consider getting up for a glass. When dinnertime came, your phone was out for a takeaway order. "I told you," you reminded Robert, "Today's all about you." "Why?" He chuckled, finally giving in to curiosity. "It's not my birthday or anything." "I know that," you giggled, waving a hand, "But I like seeing those moments like at the dog park where you aren't worried about anything. I like cooking if it means you're eating well and enjoying it. If I get to make a space more comfortable and pleasant for you, I'm happy, not to mention I got to share in it all day. I love you, Robert, and that means making your life lighter just for the hell of it." He's never felt so seen in his life, and that's when it hits him: you're the partner of his dreams and this simple yet deeply thoughtful date was beyond his wildest ones.
Victor wants the glitz, he wants the glamor. But he is also a manchild child at heart and he wants flashiness and fun! His love of tech lends your boyfriend to whisk you off to the newest VR studio in town, your head shaking as he excitedly grips controller handles. The corners of your lips rise as he makes a show of gallantly paying the man and whispering in your ear as he lowers the headset onto your head, almost comically slow. You tease him, ask him if heâs trying to make this sexy and he says he doesnât know, depends if itâs working. Butting him on the shoulder, you just rush off, controllers in hand, promising to kick Victorâs ass and delivering on that in a way that has you two collapsing in laughter. What could you say, that game with the cake balanced outside the building is stupid as fuck and you love it. Victor loves you, seeing you loosened up and not worrying about a thing. Just the way he wants you forever, the way he wants you to see only he can provide for you.
đŠHerman AKA Waterboyđž
Had you asked him, he wouldnât have known. Genuinely his answer would have been anything with you until that fateful night. When you tell him youâre going out dancing he almost protests, unable to believe you really want that. But you do. You dress up, both of you. You treat him to one of the nicest dinners heâs ever had and then out you go. Whether you prefer dancing in a club or something more formal like a waltz or swing night, you arenât afraid to look great and show Herman off in the process. You dote on him, telling him how nice this different suit looks and placing his hands tighter on you, uncaring of the soaked spots on your own clothing. Hermanâs always been told he wasnât a good dancer: too clumsy, too slippery, tall and gangling, but he catches you shooting triumphant looks at the other couples like youâre the only winner there. Heart leaping, Herman canât stop telling you how much he loves you and thanking you for insisting he deserves this treatment. When you look at him like that, he starts to believe it.
Complete opposite of Waterboyâ she can have all the boujee shit she wants already. Sheâs Prism, of course people wine and dine her! Those people typically want something from Alice, whether itâs simply to be seen with her, to hear a word of praise or share some idea. They think she can offer something, but you? Plain and simple, you just want a date with her. Of course sheâs a star, but to you sheâs the girl who persuaded you to let her try that makeup look on you, the sassy woman thatâs always ready to hear your workplace gossip and defend you against even remotely rude words. She is Alice, your girlfriend who you tended to while she was sick and laughed yourself stupid with, and you take her to the shittiest-looking hole in the wall restaurant sheâs ever seen. Youâve never heard such skepticism painting your name. âYou sure about this?â Intertwining her fingers with yours, you nod and lead her inside. This is a little family place you've gone a few times before and the food is amazing, you explain, home-cooked meals from your own cultural background that might just be better than your grandma's. Not that you'd have told her that. The wife is the one taking the orders that night, her husband in their little kitchen dishing up for the other couple in the corner. She gushes over Alice's beauty, saying you were right about your girlfriend being gorgeous as heat crept onto your cheeks and a grin across Alice's. This woman clearly hadn't heard any of her songsâ all she saw was your girlfriend and for once Alice didn't need the spotlight, didn't need to be Prism. The dull, dingy-ass spot she might have once made fun of came to life as you eagerly explained the hot meal awaiting you, bantered with the sweet older gentleman who brought out your food, reached across the table to let Alice try yours. For a moment she was back in a regular home with a regular little family and there was no putting a price on that.
Any boyfriend of Chadâs is gonna have to be a bit active! So long as itâs physically possible for you, of courseâ heâs your lover, not a monster! If youâre able to join him, Chad would absolutely adore taking an exciting and slightly intimate workout class, something like acro yoga or aerial silks. He can watch you sweat on top of him or simply grin up at your glee when youâre soaring through the air almost like he can. Even if one or both of you suck you can see his amber eyes light up at the inevitable teasing banter just waiting on both your lips. Chad loves being your literal anchor, the one youâre balancing on for dear life or who is ready to catch you if you fall. More than being a superhero, he is your hero. After the class heâll want to check in of course, ask if you liked it as much as he did and comfort you if you didnât, promising youâll do something else next time and thanking you for trying for him. Thatâs all he could ask of you. Now here comes part two: showering and once youâve gotten clean and cozy, pampering you. Whether thatâs spa time or something else is entirely up to you. Chadâll be all heart eyes either way.
One of the greatest memories of Malevolaâs life was a very simple date with you; little did you know that it would be anything but! Being her partner and all, you were well aware of Malevolaâs powers and how they could be used for mischief but you decided to give them a break. Instead, you would be her dashing rogue on a very unserious date of sneaking into the movie theatres. No portals! That was cheating! Instead, good old-fashioned stealth and little-shittery abounded as you led your girlfriend confidently past the employee sitting at the door, just as self-assuredly past the seated ticket tearer as you explained you needed an emergency trip to the restroom and she took pity on you. All the more foolish of her, for she wouldnât see you all day after that! Giggling, you led Malevola by the hand between theatres, running like youâd broken the law and spending all day watching multiple of the latest premieres and laughing your asses off. She felt like a teenager again in the best way possible, a teenager in love and enjoying a little wholesome trouble with someone who surely loved her if they were willing to get kicked off the premises and didnât even make any untoward moves in the dark. For all the trouble you went to, though? She did.
đ„Colm AKA Punch Upđč
Colmâs a guy who wouldnât admit or maybe realize, but his dream date would have him feeling like a princess. Heâs always been outward with his masculinity, known for his strength and gruffness, always ready for a fight, but with you he doesnât have to be. Not that he doesnât love protecting you, but when you tease him that youâre forcing him to relax, making him sit down with you and order food instead of cooking, do some self care, heâs in heaven. Your hands working lotion and face masks onto him, your little laugh when he asks if he can eat the avocado one or twitches his nose and comments on the smell. An audible sigh escapes his lips when you lay down behind him and pull him into your chest, running a hand through his hair. âYâknow, this is nice,â he admits and you tell him youâre glad, but on the inside heâs figuring out how to articulate the way this has moved him and how youâre the love of his life, the only one heâd let see him this way.
đĄJanelle AKA CoupĂ©đ©°
Bookstore date! Every girlâs dream is to have her partner follow her eagerly between shelves of books, carrying as many in their arms for her as they can, right? Well, itâs Janelleâs for sure. Her steely countenance melts in a way youâve rarely seen when you bring out little games for you two to play. Ones like turning to random pages of terrible smut books and reading whatever you find with a straight face. Each picking a book for each other, which Janelle especially finds sweet when you find a new fantasy sheâs never heard of, but with all her favorite tropes. She leans over and kisses your cheek, handing her selection from your favorite genre over. Coffee, tea, or whatever floats your boat is on her, but you will more than make up for it when the two of you sprawl out on her bed and take turns reading to each other. Sheâll crack a laugh if you do silly voices for the characters or get way too dramatic, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your lips before urging you to continue. If you do it during a suspenseful or serious point, though, watch out! She wonât be so sweet that time.
Bruno's a simple guy. He doesn't need some fancy dinner or to be showered with gifts. Heâs thereâboth wherever you go and in lifeâ for the experience. Experiences are his favorite things to gift you and would serve as his favorite date in the world. A live music festival or outdoor concert, for example. Bruno beams as you climb onto his shoulders to get a better view, throwing up your arms and whooping into the crowd. It could be an EDM show, heavy metal, country, whatever you like as long as Brunoâs there soaking up every sensation. Outside amidst fellow music lovers, Bruno doesnât feel too big. Everyone wants to crowdsurf on him and trip at the flowers growing out of little cracks in his soil side. If youâre ok with it heâd probably get a little high and just let completely loose, a wave of sentimentality crashing over him as he takes you gently into his arms and holds you against where his heart would be.
đ€đŒCourtney AKA Invisigalđ©»
You know that one Rosa Diaz quote? âFor me? Cheap dinner, watch basketball, bone down.â LOWKEY THATâS COURTNEY. Maybe not the basketball part, but you know. The date itself would be simple and casual, probably a quick dinner and a movie, because the main event comes after the fact. Time sitting together and just talking, opening up in ways Courtney wouldnât admit she dreamed of but definitely did. When itâs you. Sitting shoulder to shoulder, probably up at the top of a building where the stars and city skyline dance before you, lights and haze and bustle closer and more distant all at once. Enough talk, thoughâ if Courtney has her way, youâll take her in your arms and hold her tight as you make out, signaling you feel the same desire as she. But that itâs more than that. Anyone could give her what she wants in that sense, but youâve spent the night joking, laughing, holding her hand through admitting things she doesnât tell just anyone. You desire each other, but for once in her life Courtney is ready to accept that you love and appreciate her. Respect her as she might actually deserve.
đȘđ»Mandy AKA Blonde Blazerđ
What a classical romantic! Mandy's always dreamed of that old-fashioned night of dinner and dancing. Sitting and chatting first. She loves pulling out apps and posts she saw of couplesâ questions, whimsical little âgetting to know youâ queries that are surprising sources of laughter for you. Grids of pictures as she asks which frog is her and which is you. Asking where youâd first look for each other if you got lost in the supermarket or if you could steal one thing from each other, what would it be? But of course thatâs against the law! Smiling, you shake your head and agree. Then comes the next venue, stepping into each otherâs grasp. Whichever one of you is taller reaches up a hand, gently tilting the otherâs chin up to face them before youâre leaning in, music lifting your hearts and practically your whole bodies into the dreamy, dimly lit air. Mandy relishes the feeling of nestling in your arms and swaying, brain as active or restful as she wishes. The protector being the protected. With you, Mandy is just a womanâwell, another woman. One in love specifically.
đŠžđ»ââïžKaton-Ur AKA Phenomamanâïž
Another who wouldn't admit it necessarily, but he wants a date that makes him feel babygirl, frankly. If you arranged one of those cute little picnics straight out of a Pinterest board for him he would melt into a six foot four pile of goo right before your eyes. He doesn't know it until he sees the thick blanket, all the lights strung around your little nest, the vase of flowers that look fresh-picked, bottles on ice, and all the simple little delights of his new home planet laid out, but you've made Katon-Ur the happiest man (sort of) on Earth. You always do, the way you do things to make him feel special. Not special in the way the rest of the city does, as a treasure made for their use, but as a person and a peer. As a fellow human who deserves the spotlight. Deserves care and a lap to rest his head in at the end of the night. Your fingers running through his hair, soft shadows cast by your reach against the white twinkling bulbs. For once, Katon-Ur is completely relaxed, feeling no pressure, only the utter bliss of being spoiled by you beyond what he's ever thought he deserved.
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