#flamebae dispatch

ROBERT

He really didn’t want to come in today; especially today. He had barely gotten any sleep the night before, spending all of his night filling out paperwork for some new Z-Team recruit.

Robert and you were close, or, as close as co-workers could be: typically passing in the hallways during your shifts at SDN, muttering hello's and side quips, watching his eyes cast on you longer than usual at times, though not entirely enough for it to be taken too much to heart— but you had never seen him look as on edge during his calls before today.

You had been watching him longer than you should’ve at the printer, seeing as he leans over the desk with his head in his hands. You pouted for him; why was he so exhausted?

You start to head over to him, your uniform shirt tucked neatly into your pencil skirt before tapping his head with the warm printed papers. His head perks up slowly, seeing you smile at him with concern.

"No sleep last night?" You ask him, head nodding to the cup of coffee near his keyboard. "How many cups are you on?"

Robert scoffs out a tired chuckle before shrugging, "Enough to kill someone with heart problems, i'm sure." His voice deep and raspy, laced with exhaustion.

You nod, "Maybe, you need something stronger to keep you awake?"

Robert eyes you slightly, his lips quirking in a little smile before his eyebrows raised with a question, "And what's that?"

You smile, "No more coffee. Follow me."

Almost instantly Robert was up, letting you drag him to the breakroom before letting you get into the fridge. Robert watches from behind, seeing you bent in as you searched for the item he assumed you were giving him.

His brain wasn't tired enough to not see you as beautiful as he always did, but his brain capacity wasn't strong enough to not get hard seeing your ass perfectly rounded in the skirt as you bend down.

He could feel his brain slipping to a place he wouldn't be able to bring himself back from for a while, not at work anyways.

Robert respectfully looks away and feels himself let out a cough to release the tension (in his pants).

You pull out from the fridge and slide a drink over to him. It was in one of your own water canisters, and Robert gives you a suspicions look, picking up the canister.

"You make this mystery liquid, miracle-from-sleep juice yourself?" He smiles, eyes never leaving your face.

You make a face before letting out a laugh, "Don't make it sound so dirty."

Robert laughs with you before taking a chug of the juice. His eyes squeeze together in shock to the unbecoming taste. It hit his brain hard, completely shocking him to his core.

He swallows, then coughs. "Holy shit. Is this gasoline?" He speaks with a chuckle.

You laugh before nodding, "If it wakes you up, then it's whatever you want it to be."

"You drink this every morning?" Robert quips, still shocked by the offsetting sweet taste of the drink. You shake your head, "Just on awful- sleep mornings." You shrug, smiling at him again.

"How can I ever thank you for it?" He smiles back, his tone changing to a more upbeat, since the energy was obviously hitting him. You shake your head, smiling before speaking, "You don't owe me a damn thing, Robert."

Robert bites his lips while thinking, though he stared down at you like he was hungry. He was quick; grabbing your hand and leading you out of the break room subtly.

“No good deed goes unpaid, pretty.” He mutters, though, you didn't speak, you couldn’t. Instead your heart sets in, letting him take you where he pleased, though for what, you were unsure.

Your questions were answered when he took you to a tiny closet, locking the compacting room before placing you against the off-colored wall of the room.

He's on his knees in no time, taking time to let you see him looking up at you with a darker glint in his eyes than you remembered.

Robert smiles before taking the skirt zipper from the side and pulling it down slowly, eyes low and never truly leaving your face. You were flustered; that was clear to him, but you didn't pulled away from him.

His lips attracted to your messy clit with haste, his arms taking your thighs into a lock while he used the energy you gave him in the drink to eat your pussy with passion.

Robert felt his brain slipping from the taste of you; his tiny groans proving his enjoyment in his time between your legs.

You could only moan out quietly, biting you lip quick after. You curse out, trying to remind yourself that you were only in a supply that was inches from the desk you sat at everyday.

Your hands rake up of hazelnut streaks, loving the feeling of his hands on you as he pleased you.

Your orgasm came to you suddenly, and you let out a louder hiccup that you liked considering your situation. Robert hummed into your heat and you could practically hear the wetness between your legs; some of it his spit, but most of it was your slick from how good he making you feel.

You felt his fingers release their tightness on your skin when he pulled away, your breaths shallow and quick from the intensity from a few moments before. Your head slides back against the wall.

Roberts head lays against your thigh as he stares up at you:

"Told ya', no good deed goes unpaid."

FLAMBAE

Chad could be such an asshole sometimes. Truly.

More than you could even understand, especially when he knew it only made your life that much harder.

Once Flambae had moved up in the ranks, he disbanded from Z-Team slightly to help other teams on the roster. Your team was now one he was frequent in, and it was absolutely against your will.

It was your job to dispatch hero's and Chad was—something. Hero felt like a strong word.

His personality made it that way.

You knew you were screwed when Robert couldn't hold in his laughter at the mention of Chad joining your team for a while. His laugh was a statement: "Good fucking luck."

And was Robert underestimating him? What a joke.

Chad was awful; to you, and your team. Though you would be lying if you said you were shocked.

You had a plan, or one you bummed off Robert, and that was to talk to Flambae one on one. Apparently if you treated him like a shitbag, he was more inclined to respect you.

What an odd quirk.

So you called him into one the conference rooms after a (horrible) shift, your arms crossed as he walked in with his smug smile to you, obvious to what this meeting was about.

Chad spits out the toothpick in his mouth, letting it fly to the corner of the quiet room. "What's all this shit about?"

You uncross your arms and pull the chair out to sit. "What the hell is your problem Flambae?" You look at him, your expression more tired than mad, especially since you knew being visibly upset with him would only punish you further somehow.

He scoffs, a cocky smile still on his face. "i don't know what you mean. I come in and I get my fucking work done."

"That's the thing. You don't get your work done. You come in and fuck my team up. You're supposed to be helping my hero's, but instead you have lacked in every stat. You're not even trying." You tell him with a deadpan expression.

Flambae smiles harder now; the cockiness of his grin making you feel the boil in your stomach from anger.

"Oh— is daddy gonna spank me for being bad? It's not my fault your team is a bunch of losers that can't keep up with me. Sounds like they—."

You cut him off, "Listen, Chad. You can either leave my group and go back to being a low-ranking villain-hero playing pretend, or you can lock the fuck in."

Flambae's expression changed quickly, eyebrows twitching in distaste from your words. "What was that, dispatcher?" He stands from his chair and makes his way closer, heat starting to form around him. He comes up very close to you, his face inches from yours as he watched your eyes, but his fall to your lips.

Your eyes don't fall from him, watching to see what he would really do, but instead he takes you by surprise.

"Maybe, I have been bad. I need to be shaped up."

So you shaped him up, riding him hard on the conference table.

He took you well, or like a whiny bitch. Depends on what you prefer.

His legs shook from the pleasure as you rode his cock thoroughly, your ass tight as you "taught him a lesson", though some would argue that this method would be a reward.

Chad was fucked out under you, his hands trying to reach to your hips and cling to his life as you fucked it away.

The blinds to the room were shut, but anyone with a brain would know what was happening in this room, and it was not a conference.

The table moved harshly as you grinded harder on his cock; he was losing himself more and more. His groans only get a pitch louder before you cover his mouth. "Shut up. Can't take it?" You ask him with a smile.

A whine falls from you. Though you hated to admit it, his cock was touching places inside of you that you loved. "Thought, you were— ah, so strong, Chad.."

His legs raise in a sudden movement, his hips now meeting yours to thrust into you deeper. You knew why, and though you knew nothing bad could come of it, a shiver went down your spine thinking of Flambae, the asshole hero, so desperate to cum deep inside you.

Your hips pin his back against the table and you leaned up, placing your hands to lay strongly against his chest. Your hips hit against his harder and faster, then slower before hearing his whines and moans turn to a louder, drawn out noise.

It was clear that no matter how hard he tried to keep it down, it wouldn't work. Even though he couldn't give less of a fuck about being quiet, it was more about how submissive he was being.

Was he embarrassed? Absolutely.

Could he go his whole life without this treatment again? Absolutely not.

You felt his cum shoot all around your clenching walls, your realease hitting you as you did. The feeling of the fill made your body feel warm, though you were laying on the man of the flame.

You both couldn't think straight as you breathe out on top of him, eyes closed and your head falls back. You finally look down at Chad, though he was already looking at you.

His eyes were angry, though his expression lacked the vigor.

You felt yourself smile smugly as you two looked at each other. He could only roll his eyes, though his hand betrayed him as it grazed on your hip.

Let's just say he got along pretty well with your team after that, and when Robert noticed, he was shocked, asking you how the hell you got him to be so cordial.

"Your advice worked. I just taught him a lesson." You tell him as you smile to yourself.

SONAR

Meeting Sonar at first wasn’t the issue.

He just seemed like your run-of-the-mill freaky.. half-bat, half-man.

First, he could only stare. His white eyes almost lighting up as he shook your tiny hand in his. It was corny, but he wanted to get in his knee and kiss your hand like a princess.

It wasn’t his style, so instead he took the Sonar approved approach.

The man made so many comments about how hot you were; how nice your rack looked in your SDN shirt and how perfect your ass flushed in your uniform bottoms.

You would be bothered by the sexual attention, but, you felt like he was hesitating with his statements.

He would stare, or be friendly with some lewd joke, and when someone, anyone called him out on it, he would quickly wave it off, making some sexual comment about you.

It made his attraction seem more surface level, which for whatever reason made him less tense.

You could see it in his eyes though, when you caught him staring. Victor wouldn’t look away. He wanted you to know that he was staring at you.

But his eyes never lowered to cast your body, not like his comments would suggested.

You sat at your desk on your computer, scrolling through some reseller website to pass the time before your hero’s came back from break.

With the same daunting feeling of eyes on you, your head turns to the left, seeing Sonar having his tie fixed by the tall and beautiful Menevola.

You watched her for a moment before looking back to Sonar. You leave a small smile to him, which would be one of your first.

You could practically see Sonar stutter on whatever breath he had, which made you chuckle lightly before looking back down to your screen again. Sonar wouldn’t hear it, but he knew he loved that sound. Was he really crushing this hard on a dispatcher that he hadn’t even spoken to?

The team never left him alone about it either, especially since Victor wasn’t being discreet anymore.

He watched today, as you walked yourself to the break room around closing time for the night. You were only cleaning out the coffee mug from that morning, but he still followed you. Why was he so scared?

He had never been so nervous around a woman before.

When Victor walked in, he saw you humming to yourself as you packed up for the night. You noticed his presence and turned your head with a smile. “Hey Sonar! Good shift today I heard.”

He let out the loudest gulp before opening his mouth to speak back. Nothing came out though. Where was that quick quip he could always use?

You smile to him before going back to your task.

Sonar shook his head before nodding calmly, “Sorry, yeah it was great. Messed up a few fuckers who were selling drugs to some middle school students.”

You nod with a chuckle. “Thats our Sonar.”

He pauses, a hiccup in his throat as he just stares at you. You put the coffee mug away before turning to him.

“See you Monday?”

Sonar smiles before nodding, but his brain couldn’t think as he turns to grab your arm quickly before you could leave completely, muttering a quick, “wait…” under his breath.

You turn to him, surprised by his suddenness.

Neither of you speak, since the look in his eyes wasn’t as hard to read. He wanted to say something, anything to you that didn’t make him seem like a scared teenage boy around the girl he liked.

Victor’s eyes drift to your lips and your eyes follow, which was enough for him to move closer. You moved with him and when your lips meet, it was definitely new.

His fur was traced in your fingers, his hands now behind you and pull you in closer. His tall figure was taller than you remembered as he pulled you close and lifted you up against him.

The fever in his body was evident; starting with the warmth that you felt just being so close, and continuing by the warm sensation of his erection slotted against your pelvis.

Victor felt the confidence surge into him almost instantaneously, the way you were pressed together felt like the best invitation he’s ever received.

His hands moved under both of your legs, slotting himself in between your thighs and holding you against the break room door.

Both of you couldn’t quite grasp how this happened, and you currently weren’t thinking to hard on where.

Victor wouldn’t admit how he loved the thrill of where you were. The fact that you were at work, in the break room, and even when most people had gone home, there was a chance. Though a small chance, someone could open the door behind you.

It was quick too when you felt him pull your bottoms off and away before undoing his belt. Your lips pulled away only for a second to look down, though you couldn’t see much.

You did feel when he finally started to level himself deep inside you.

You gasp, still trying to be as quiet as you could for any chance that someone could be near the break room door.

His thrusts were sloppy, so very needy. Victor even started to grind against your pussy, hitting your clit gently. He was so deep too.

Reality hit you, making the feeling 10x what it felt when he first put himself inside you. His pants were folded around his ankles and dress shoes. The belt making little clanks against the floor as he started to loose himself in the thrusts again.

“—Vic, so good.” You scratch at the bare feeling of his back, hiccuping moans.

His name; his actual name felt like heaven on your tongue and his brain was mush. He never thought something could feel as good as snorting some rocks, he was so wrong.

He starts to nod off only slightly from the pleasure, his ears starting to drop and his head hitting the break room door. His voice cracked, a whine coming out without his control.

You pant, loving that you could make him feel that good.

You pull his fur to pull him back to stare down at you again, and nod to him to kiss you again. You were worried you were going to get too loud as you got closer to your release.

You could tell he was close, but his grip to you never faltered. You could feel something else slipping inside him to; his groans started to sounds like growls.

Would he turn while he was inside?

You cursed yourself for the clench your pussy did when you thought of it, and Victor’s groan of encouragement proved it.

You gripped to his shoulders immediately when you felt your last breath hit as you came around his length. A higher pitched sound left your throat as you threw your head back.

His light-colored pink tip hit your g-spot once more, making the same noise tumble from you as he pulled out and came on your stomach.

Your uniform shirt was soiled on impact but you couldn’t seem to care. Not when the hybrid practically flooded your ears with beautiful sounds of his enjoyment.

You panted, his forehead falling against yours. The fur was unsurprisingly soft and your hand raked softly on his cheek hair.

The scent of sex was heavy in the break room, and you both needed to leave for the night before you were actually caught, neither of you could really move.

Sonar moves back, smiling at your tired eyes. “What?” You pant to him with a smile.

“Is there a camera in here? I’d love to see this played back.”

Your eyes widen when his words set in, you immediately looked up to the corner of the room across from you. There was indeed a camera, blinking and pointed right on the door where Sonar and you were still connected.

You look down to Sonar’s eyes. He’s only smirking, noticing the fear.

“Definitely stealing that tape.”

WATERBOY

He was too cute. Way, too cute.

Waterboy tried so hard to be helpful around the office, especially since he tried so hard to get this job.

You and your co-workers knew he was trying his best all the time. Part of you felt so stressed for him, as you could imagine that his powers could be hard to control.

When he met you, his nervous stuttering turned to permanent silence around you. He was too shy to even imagine speaking to a beauty like you.

You could tell he wanted to talk to you, but couldn’t. The sweating seemed worse than usual. He shook anytime he was near you.

Making your way around the office, you would see Z-team poking fun at him for hours, telling him to stop being a pussy and talk to you.

Though, you didn’t know it was you, they were referring too.

You sat at your desk, typing away and speaking to your team with calmness, even when Hermie could hear the civilians on the phone screaming their asses off about whatever drama they had called you for.

“It’s alright ma’am. I need you to stay calm for me. We’re getting someone over there as soon as possible.”

“You’re right sir. That sounds terrible. I’ll walk you through it until our hero’s get there.”

You were so understanding, always sweet-talking anyone on the phone, no matter how impatient and rude they were.

Herm wanted to ask you how you did it. How you took anything and turned it to kindness, instead of cowering like he always did. He felt worse now that he couldn’t, he couldn’t even speak.

When you walked into the break room one morning for a snack, Robert stifled a laugh at the sight of you.

You were confused, looking at him with furrowed brows.

“What?”

Robert covers his stuffed mouth, swallowing his food and shaking his head. “Nothing. I’ve just never seen Waterboy so nervous to come into the break room.”

You turn your head slowly, looking out of the door and seeing Waterboy staring at your direction before turning away and shuffling elsewhere. You look down and blink before looking to Robert. “I think he hates me.”

Robert spit out his drink once your statement set in.

“You’re fucking with me right? You have to be.” He speaks, laughing again.

You turn to him with an annoyed look, “What is so funny, Robbie?” Robert calmed his laughs when you use the nickname, giving you a look of daggers.

You smile at his expression. He speaks up, “You’re very obvious, especially for a woman of your caliber.”

“And that means?”

Robert shakes his head, pulling himself out of his chair and walking back to his desk. “Waterboy couldn’t hate a damn wasp, and he definitely doesn’t hate you.”

“Well he’s— been weird since we met. And he never speaks to me.” You shrug to him with defeat.

Robert chuckles. You speak up once again, “Maybe I’m too much for him. Too out ther—.”

“Colder.” He calls out, interrupting your thoughts. “Very cold. In the North Pole level cold.”

Robert walks out of the break room, leaving you with his words to think about. You know what you could do now, though Herm probably wouldn’t like it very much.

Those thoughts landed you locking yourself into the storage room where Waterboy usually visited on his breaks to recalibrate his social battery.

If he was backed into the corner, maybe you could help him feel less anxious around you.

That idea seemed good on paper, but saying out loud? Nope.

It hit you too as Waterboy yelped when he saw you in the storage room. You shushed him immediately, realizing that this situation could be taken very wrong.

“Hey—hey, it’s alright.” You tell him as you cover his mouth.

Herm practically soaks on impact, your hand feeling it as it laid on his mouth. Your eyes lock with his, never leaving his.

He blinks a bunch, maybe to see if he was dreaming and fell asleep on the job. You moved away from him, or more your hand fell off his mouth so he could respond to the question.

“Do you hate me?” You ask him

Herm let’s put a shaky breath, mouth opening to speak but nothing came out. Once he could, he shakes his head aggressively.

You quirk your eyebrows at him, raising them with confusion. “I find that hard to believe, are you sure?”

Herm was dripping now, his body slippery from his powers.

He finally speaks up, though it was quiet. “I don’t.”

You nod, pulling fully off of him before feeling that his hands and slipped behind you without either of you knowing. You gasp when he starts to pull you closer again, not wanting you to pull away.

You stare back up at him in surprise, your hands now resting on his chest. The red in his face was bright; his expression still surprised that his body spoke for him.

That wasn’t the only evident difference between the two of you now.

The massive bulge that sat on your thigh.

You looked away from him now, goosebumps forming on your skin once you realized wha you were feeling. Herm spoke up again, “ ‘m sorry! Can’t—can’t help, very hard, too hard..”

You feel yourself bite your lip, heart beating out of your chest as you both made eye contact. You feel yourself become bolder, experimentally rubbing his cock with your thigh. He whimpers at the feeling, his eyes closing immediately.

“Does that feel good, Herm?” You whisper to him, your tone light.

He can only nod, a shaky moan coming from him. Your pussy soaks against your panties from his reactions, but you wanted more; to hear him lose himself.

It was addicting.

You lower, knees hitting the floor gently as you never take your eyes off Herm. His face was so red, but somehow relaxed now.

You stop staring at his face for a moment, letting your eyes level with his length, which seemed to be uncomfortably lodged in his hero uniform.

You look back up at him, eyes begging for him to give you permission, which he does quickly. His head practically falls off his shoulders to tell you to continue.

You smile and take his cock out, the weight and size of it made you gasp audibly. You couldn’t believe how big he was.

You gulp and peer up at him before taking the huge tip in your mouth, moaning at the taste. Your eyes were addictive for Herm too, the way they continued to stare up at him with his cock in your mouth.

Any words died in his throat, even though he wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked, how much he dreamed of this moment. “Close—getting close, can’t—hold, can’t..” he mutters out, desperate thrusts starting to hit the back of your throat.

“Please— don’t, don’t stop.”

A hand comes up to the back of your head, hands clinging to anything he could when the thrusts continue.

Your eyes stayed on him, now begging for him to cum down your throat and take it for his own. Herm nods, a whine climbing up in his throat as he tumbled to his release, and when he did, the groan sounded gutted with a louder whine falling behind it.

The cum shot down your throat immediately, your lips steady against his pubic region, and with your surprise, both of his hands holding your head there. The thought of him being so desperate that he couldn’t control himself made your pussy quiver in need. Herm’s head was back and the after effects literally shook him to his core.

“Fuck— too good.. so good ‘m, can’t—so so good.” He mutters.

You smile once you fall back, mouth disconnecting from his cock, and you give it a little kiss. “Safe to say you don’t hate me anymore, huh?”

Herm gulps, “Never—, never hated you.” You nod, standing up.

“I hoped not.” Herm turns his head, shaking as he pulls you against him again with haste. You bite your lip nervously, eyes staring into his face. Herm lets a small smile hit his face.

Sonar: Poker Night/Arcade

Sonar’s done a lot, but going on romantic dates isn’t one of them. 

You’ll most likely have to plan this.

You land on a night at the casino. Whether you’re a good gambler or not, you’ll know it’ll be a good time.

Sonar is intelligent- he can count cards like it’s nobody’s business. If you can pull it off, he’d have you help him. He’s used to scamming people online, so in person is almost no different. You might have to cut him off at one point, though..

That night, he’d use his earnings to get something the both of you had been eyeing for some time. If you live together.. It’s furniture. His apartment has a desk, a computer, and a bed. Please, please, spend it on furniture. 

If poker really isn’t your thing… It's arcade time. 

Sonar can’t use his silver tongue, but he’s still smart. He knows how to rig every game there. 

Similar to the above scenario, you’d win pretty much every game. You’d have to play it safe, and lose a couple times in front of employees so you don’t get banned.. But you know your worth.

Let’s say this is a Dave & Busters- your prize money is going straight to the official D&B decanter set. This is a real set of official glasses, and it will become your fine china. 

You’ll get the first use out of this set with the most okay wine in your fridge. 

Flambae: Burlesque Show

You are going to have the time of your life.

Starting off the night will be a bit of karaoke. Hype him up, and he’ll sing anything. Well- maybe not Whitney Houston. But he’ll come close.

Drink a little, then sing a duet with him. If you wanna boost his ego, let him take the melody, and hit those harmony notes. He loves you- but this is his moment to shine. 

Afterwards, it’s your turn to be entertained. 

Flambae is a regular in most LGBTQ+ bars- it will not be hard to find a good Burlesque or Drag show. 

It’s fun, it’s sexy, and you can get hammered. What more can you ask for?

If you find one with a theme, it’s even better. Hopefully you don’t mind watching your favorite characters pole dance. 

You most likely will finish off the night at his place. You might have a hangover in the morning, so have water and some painkillers on speeddial. 

Invisigal: Record Shopping

Now, it’s hard to land a date that’s a big win. 

Visi doesn’t really like big crowds, and prefers good old one-on-one time.

She’s opinionated, and it shows especially in her music taste.

She has no problem dogging on the music you like. She’ll simply have to enlighten you to ‘real’ music (which is her taste). 

You’ll peruse the aisles, admiring records and CDs that are clearly superior. 

You’ll have to convince her of some good songs you know- and she’ll eventually cave. 

Her favorite game to play is a bit of make-believe. 

Both of you will pick a person you see in the store, and make up a personality and a backstory based on what they look like.. Voice-overs included. The first one to make the other laugh wins. 

Also, for as much as Visi teases and chastises you, if you point out anything you want but don’t get.. She’s stealing it for you. Even if it’s a vinyl record, she’ll somehow find a way. 

It’s her love language.

Punch Up: Axe Throwing

Small but mighty indeed.. Don’t tell him I said that. 

He likes going to a pub as much as the next guy- but being given the opportunity to show off while doing so? Absolutely. 

Once Punch-Up gets in a groove, there’s no stopping him. He’s better than everyone at the bar. If you challenge him to a duel, you better be ready to bring it. He’s going all out.

Winner gets bragging rights, and the loser has to make dinner for the week. 

If he wins.. Expect teasing. He likes to poke fun at you, and will then start to list off what he’d like for the week. You can shut him up with a kiss, though. 

If you win, on the other hand.. He’s proud of you, though albeit a little grumpy. If you poke fun at him he’ll deny it, pout and everything. Tease him enough, and you’ll watch a grin try and make its way to the surface. 

 The bartender cut you both off- you gotta be sober enough to throw the axes, lads. 

When you get home, you’ll probably be a little tipsy, ready for an evening of.. Different fun. Winner’s on top..! 

Malevola: Edibles and The Aquarium

Now, this could go two ways. 

If you choose to take an edible with her.. You’re gonna be lost. Lost in the sauce. 

You’ll walk around, hand in hand. That way, you don’t get lost. 

Malevola’s favorite exhibits are the jellyfish, and the sharks.

She admires the moon jellyfish for wayyy too long. And honestly.. You get a little lost too. Watching them all swirl around each other, lighting up in a mix of astral blues and purples.. Like stars in the sky. 

The sharks are large and majestic.. The whale shark specifically gets Malevola. She watches it float amongst other fish, the grand royal of the tank. 

The both of you giggle to each other as you find different fish and claim they look like other Z-Team members. 

You uber to her house.. And you crash after eating and drinking enough to feed a family.. Or two people with high munchies.

If you aren’t one for getting high, it’s similar. You’ll walk around with her while she giggles.

Malevola gets distracted by the same things, and it’s kind of cute. She’ll point out the cutest sea creatures and say they look like you. On the other hand.. The eel that doesn’t blink looks like Sonar. 

You’ll drive her home and make dinner to solve those munchies, and then cuddle up with the massive whale shark plushie you got from the gift shop. 

Golem: Cave Tour

It’s hard for you to take Golem out.. He doesn’t fit into most places, and technically he’s not allowed to drink (though it hasn’t stopped him before..)

One place that he can fit though.. A cave. 

He isn’t sure whether he’ll be into the tour or not, but soon, he’ll find himself enjoying it. 

You can point out all the natural formations and stalactites and stalagmites, and then, he gets it. 

When your guide isn’t looking, he’ll take some with him. 

Since Golem can fuse with different pieces of earth, he’ll find it entertaining to decorate himself with the sharp, natural formations. 

He’ll claim it gives him a bit of an edge, which you can appreciate (for both his style and his pun). 

Caves are also typically pretty cold, so it’s an excuse to have you close to him while you walk around. 

You’ll most likely be back sometime soon, since those formations likely won’t last forever. Count on it being a monthly thing for you guys. 

Prism: Spa Day

Prism gives it her all every day, she deserves it!

And.. she wouldn’t date anyone who doesn’t treat her like the queen she is. She knows her worth!

Getting massages done together would be something she’d enjoy. Definitely a lot slower paced than what she’s used to, but she can get used to it. 

You’d get the premium package for her. Again, she deserves it. 

Prism would love to gossip with you and any workers she comes by. Doesn’t matter what’s happening- manicure, pedicure, massage.. She’s on it. And she’s got a lot to spill. 

You get extra bonus points if you get the masseuse to teach you their craft. Giving Prism a massage after a long workday is something she’d be all over. 

Extra extra bonus points if you manage to sneak her vape in when she needs a hit. 

Once she’s relaxed and pampered, I can see you both going home, and making your favorites for dinner. A relaxing evening for once in her life. 

Give her some praise and a goddamn break.. Then the next day you can watch her perform and be the loudest fan in the crowd. 

Coupé: Ballet Show 

Coupé is known to be graceful, silent, deadly.. All the things you love.

You know she’s fond of ballet. She won’t tell you much about her past, but you’ve got a feeling she tried it in her youth. 

You spend some time getting ready, with her assistance. You might not need it, but you can tell she enjoys it. If there’s a tag on you, she’ll cut it off with one of her knives. If you ask her how you look, she’ll say: “Good”. On the rare occasion she asks how she looks, you know she always looks perfect. She knows it too- but it’s nice to hear it every now and again. 

When you get to the performance center, you find your seats near the front row. Close enough to see everything perfectly, but not too close so you don’t have to crane your necks.

The performance is nothing short of beautiful- and you can tell Coupé is entranced. Once look at her face, and you can see it all. Light, where darkness usually lies. Her face is illuminated by the spotlights, her features practically glowing. Coupé usually takes lives, but in the moment, she seems to radiate life itself.

You’re too mesmerized by her to pay attention to the show. 

Coupé will catch you staring, and she’ll tell you to look away- though she secretly will soak in the attention. 

It’s a night the both of you will remember for a long time. 

Phenomaman: Game Night

Now, this is gonna be another case of Nerds Only. 

Let’s assume you don’t know much yet, but Phenomaman has taught you the basics. You both will play commander decks, and you’ll use white mana. 

Phenomaman will fly over to Japan, and get your favorite types of sushi. If you don’t like sushi, he’s happy to get you anything else. Now that he has good company, he’s thrilled to do anything for his partner. 

The both of you will settle at home, your food ready as you set up your game. His mat is a decal of a rabbit. He claims it’s because when he plays, when he wins, he makes the bunny happy. And everyone loves a happy bunny.

You’ll play a few rounds together. MTG is short with just two players, but you two still have fun. He plays with green mana, which typically doesn’t bother you as a white player. You’ve talked him out of playing blue. 

Phenomaman celebrates his wins with a smile, and a ‘winner’s kiss’. When he loses, he pouts for only seconds until you ask for a winner’s kiss of your own. 

You’ll end the night in his arms. He holds you as if you’re a teddy bear- the most precious thing he has. 

Waterboy: Metal Concert

Not what you’d expect, probably.. But those posters in his room speak otherwise. 

Waterboy would really want to take you with him, though he’d be nervous about holding your hand. He doesn’t wear much besides his wet suits.. But he might wear one that’s a little less noticeable than his brightly colored hero suit. 

It might be in your best interest to wear gloves that are hydrophobic so you can touch him without your hands getting wrinkled. 

Speaking of what you would wear..

Waterboy has other clothes other than wetsuits- specifically, band merch. 

He’d secretly be very happy if you wore one of his shirts to the concert. He might not say much, but you can see it in his eyes. 

Waterboy comes prepared- he knows loud music isn’t for everyone. It even gets to him sometimes. That’s why he brings earplugs for the both of you (If you’ve ever heard of loop earplugs, those are the kind I’m thinking of. They block out specific decibels of noise). 

You two will have a good time, listening to the concert and buying overpriced venue food. 

Waterboy doesn’t have a car, so you end up taking the bus back to his place. You’ll make his night if you fall asleep on his shoulder. 

Blazer: Rage Room 

While this is labeled as a date with Blazer, it’s not. It’s a date with Mandy. 

And Mandy works her ass off every day as someone else. 

It’s time you let her loose as just Mandy.

The both of you go to a rage room, and it’ll be more fun than you think. Doing nothing but smashing stuff for an hour? It’s a workout, and it gets some much needed frustration out of your system. 

Mandy almost gets a little too into it. She claims it’s a mix of things: strange emergency calls, higher ups not giving her some much needed slack, Phenomaman leaving another goddamn edible arrangement- she’ll smash a mug even as she’s talking about it. 

You can tell she needed this. 

When you’re done, you need something to wind down. You’ll get a romcom together- and it doesn’t matter how good it is. Honestly, the worse the better. 

You’ll break out some wine, and while Mandy says she doesn’t enjoy gossip… buuuut it doesn’t hurt to let you in on some work rumors. 

You two are wine drunk out of your minds, gossiping and watching a movie so bad it’s hilarious. You’ll fall asleep on the couch together, and ironically, get the best sleep of your lives. 

Royd: Mimicking Mythbusters

For those who don’t know- Mythbusters is a show where two engineers use scientific methods to, “..test the validity of rumors, myths, movie scenes, adages, internet videos, and news stories” (MythBusters Wiki). 

Royd loves this show. It stopped airing in 2016, but it was part of what inspired him to be an engineer himself. 

Now that he has you by his side, he wants to test theories of his own. 

With the new age comes new theories- and he wants to test them in his backyard. 

He has you help him with tasks that range depending on your skill set, sometimes just having you sit and look pretty on the workbench.

If you’re together, you’re most likely a geek too (sorry not sorry). 

Royd will want to experience the ups and downs of trying to make these theories true. 

Together, you’ll tinker and come up with new ideas. He also wants to make some of your ideas come to life. Jetpack? You got it. X-Ray goggles? They’re yours. A million bucks? Eh.. nice try. 

You’ll work together in his workshop, and crash at his place afterwards. There’s nothing more rewarding than success after trial and error- but cuddling to sleep is a close second.