hi iâve recently been really into dispatch lately so have this thought.
im sorry if its not accurate or i get characterization wrong, most of my knowledge is from clips ive seen of the game and watching only half of the episodes because ive been so busy but i do know whats going on.
CW!! this is ass im sorry, gore?? fighting and violence, i kept reader as gender neutral as possible and i kept this free of any spoilers about the new episodes. reader has a power. uuhhh thats it i think
the z-team with a dispatcher reader who is an absolute sweetheart.
anyone at SDN who has worked or interacted with you always has something nice to say.
of course, a lot of the team are very weary around you at first, thinking that its all an act and youâll eventually show your true colors.
but that never happenes. you just have this sort of hope and care for them that alot of the team werenât used to.
you're so kind and thoughtful to everyone, even with the more colder and ruder personalities. youâre always willing to help and listen, making sure everyone is taken care of and feels seen but you also donât push too hard.
you simply do the best you can with what youâre given.
but make no mistake, just cause youâre a sweetheart doesnât mean that youâre also a doormat. youâve had your fair share of having to be cold and stern with certain people.
although those moments are definitely rare, theyâre not unfamiliar to you.
thereâs actually a rumor (that you refuse to comment on) about how you were actually supposed to be a hero but for some reason you never pursued it. they know you have powers but they donât know how powerful you are.
anytime they try to ask and pry theyâre always met with the same smile and a very vague answer before you gently tell them to focus on work.
none of the team have really seen that side of you. maybe youâve come close to it once or twice when your forced smile gets too tight because someone is spouting the most ridiculous nonsense to you but youâve always managed to keep your composure.
but that fight at the bar definitely changed their view on you.
you had been sitting outside with golem, not really in the mood for drinking so you thought you would keep him company. you both were just talking about the music he listens to when a portal opened in front of you both.
you follow golem and are shocked by the chaotic scene. you debate just waiting for everyone outside but donât get the chance to think about it for too long when some random villain attempts to attack you from behind.
your instincts kick in and you manage to quickly dodge. you grab them by the back of their head and slam their head into the floor repeatedly, effectively knocking them out.
you try to make your escape outside but this time you feel someone put you in a headlock. they try to slit your throat but it doesnât penetrate your skin. for a moment they look confused.
thatâs when they realize the change in your appearance. they couldnât cut you because your skin fucking hardens. (im uncreative with powers so yes this is based off of kirishima from mha and maybe colossus from x men)
you take their stunned silence as a chance to wriggle yourself out of their grip and deliver a punch to the face. because your skin is harder that means any of your regular attacks hit 100x harder.
you practically pushed the guys nose into his brain with the way he screams and falls to the floor, writhing in pain.
youâre trying to calm yourself down and clear your head but another villain tries attacking you once again, this time hitting you with a chair.
it doesnât work of course. it breaks but it doesnât do any damage. you look at the scrawny villain with the most terrifying death glare and he realizes he fucked up.
the team only become aware of your presence when you throw the guy across the bar and he crashes through the window, landing through the building across the street.
they spare a glance in your direction and are surprised at the drastic change in appearance.
you have a much darker and wilder look, your skin is harder and it makes you look sharp. like if they even put a pinky on you, their entire hand would get get off.
some of them look at you in awe and shock while others are cheering you on for finally letting loose.
only to quickly realize why you kept this hidden.
youâre not just beating the villains that are attacking you, youâre going absolutely insane on anyone getting in your way.
by the end of the fight they have to get flambae, punch-up and sonar in his true bat form to pry you off of the poor sap who probably needs facial reconstruction surgery after receiving the devastating hits you were giving to him and his friend whoâs chest is probably caved in.
now youâre sat outside of this fast food place you donât remember the name of, wearing sonars suit jacket because unfortunately your clothes got messed up. you tiredly munch on the food someone slide towards you.
another reason you didnât like using your power was because it took a fuck ton of energy out of you. you wouldnât be surprised if you end up oversleeping tomorrow. or just not going to work at all.
youâre brought back to reality when you realize someone was calling your name.
âwhy did you never became a hero? with that lil power of yours, youâre basically a human shieldâ prism asks as she and the others rewatch the video she managed to take of you while you were fighting.
this catches everyones attention. all of them agreeing before looking over to your tired form, waiting for your answer.
honestly, it was a lot of reasons. yeah your power was great but you hated how weak you felt after. the pain you would feel deep within your bones. especially when someone did manage to hit you hard enough even in your hardened state, the aftershock of it was the absolute worst.
if it wasnât the pain in your bones, it was the way your skin felt after. you always felt like you were on fire while someone was cutting into your skin simultaneously.
but those werenât the biggest reasons you decided to not become a hero.
after taking a sip of your drink, you bluntly answer.
âi hate violenceâ
they all stare at you, waiting for you to elaborate further before realizing that you werenât going to as you continued to eat your food.
they laugh at the answer.
of fucking course that was your reason.
but as they all watch the video of you snapping one of the villians necks like it was a pencil, they understand.
and honestly? theyâre grateful that your a sweetheart.
uuuuhhhh i didnât know how to end this so yeah.
hope you enjoyed! i love these goobers so much i need more z-team x reader fics NEOWWW CAUSE IM A WHORE!!!!
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ă €â ó Źó Ź" only two left. "ă €dispatch x gn! afab! reader . . . đđ when you two are the only ones left in the office...? || robert, blonde blazer, invisigal, sonar, prism x gn! afab! reader
cw: nsfw & 18+, office sex, public sex, kind of porn w/o plot, just a scene to start it off (in some...), riding, oral, cunnilingus, jus' the classics
synopsis. when it's just you two left in the office, they wanna help destress you from all the hard work you've been up to... but how?
wc: ~4.5k ; not proofread, might be ooc! + don't know what other characters to write about for this prompt, these are just my favorites, please send suggestions <'3
robert when it was just you two left in the office... you were just resting your chin upon your knuckles, figuring out paperwork and whatnot whilst writing down a few notes about your own heroes; seeing what they can improve, refrain from doing, etcetera.
your cubicle seatmate? it was a new guy, on team z out of every team... so you always wanted to give as much advice as you could. you knew how hard they could be.
it always ended up being just you two anyway, so talking after hours became natural.
"you finished up yet?" his voice was deep as usual, even as he sighed into the coffee he drank, placing one mug onto your desk; beside where you hand click on the mouseâ"huh? oh um.. yeah just.. completing the check-ins and stuff."
you let out a heavy breath, moving your head to get a better point of view, drinking your coffee briefly before changing your gaze back to the papers below you.
he always waited before closing up.
but i guess something else came up into view...
working out the fax machine was tough, i mean, why was there one anyway? do you really need to print soft copies of results today? isn't that why we have computers?!
you bang your fist on the machine, only for the paper to come out blank. again. "fuck! why won't this woâ" you feel a body press up against behind you, clicking a few buttons on the machine, letting it work out silently.
you peered over your shoulder briefly, it was... hah. it was robert. of course he knew.
he was still pressed up behind you while patting the machinery a couple times, "what did you need again... just copy it, right?" his voice was right next to your ear, warm breath flowing towards your collarbone as he peeked over you to check the settings again.
was it just you or.. was it getting hot?
these little moments... happened almost all the fucking time too, was he seriously into you too? or were you just seeing these as mixed signals... you couldn't tell. well until now.
he already had you straddled over his lap, whilst he still sat in his office chair, your hands hovered over his chest, tracing the scars on his chest, loosening his tie even further...
"god, you sure you wanna do this... here?" he felt his cheeks darken, the way your shadow peering over himâ"never been sure-r... if that's a thing."
well, that's all it took for him you let you ride him, god it had been long but who could blame him for the loud groans he let out while you slowly sank on and off his cock.
he felt like his shaft just needed your hole to tighten around him more, he wanted you to control where his tip would kiss; it was all to make you feel like you were in heaven.
it was how often you could hear the shlick shlick shlick echo from across the room, god you two would be fired immediately if anyone caught you.
"nnhâ fuuckk- robâs'good... mmph!" you continue to mewl as you grinded his mushroom tip deeper and harshly against your core. making your eyes roll back once more, you didn't know what kind of magic he was setting on you, but god this made you want him so much more.
"hâholy sssshit, fuck s'good... y-you're haah doing so good f'me, baby." whispering praise into your ears like a hushed, forbidden prayer, his nails digging into the sides of your hips.
leaving crsecent-shaped marks all over your skin, red marks all over your collarbone from how much he had sucked on your skin earlier when he got the chance to palm you through your clothes.
"ahhnnârob-eeerrtt hnngh! yoâyou're.. hah! fuck! so b-bigâ"
you manage to whine out as you managed to slide down to the base of his cock for the nth time, "fuck, fuckfuckfuck! godâkeep riding me like that angel, p-please jus' a little more, beautiful, i got youâ"
"look at me, beautiful..." he snapped almost immediately, but nothing turned him on more than to see your cute little eyes roll back, his hands keep a steady grip on the fat of your thighs, "you're doing... so fuckin' amazing..." he manages to pant; battle scar-covered arm tightly wrap around your waist,
your gooey walls drip down the base of his tip, slowly starting to grind your core against him once more, making him groan even louder into your ear, feeling your insides twitch in severe lust and need. "don't stop now, babyâhaahâneed you m-more than anything."
"whhn, rob- i c-can't!" you choke out between sobs of pleasure, your muscles quivered senselessly as you faltered dearly underneath the strong grasp that held you close and down onto his cock.
"y'want help?" his brown eyes implored more than anything that he would help you anyways; your breaths mingle heavy in the air as you gave a dazed stare back at him, a small nod.
his bicep was much more than enough in order to lift you up and down his length, almost like you weighed nothing. obviously you couldn't do anything other than take it, you clench hard onto him as your stomach flutters with butterflies; brown strands of his hair brush against your chest every time he lifts you up and down.
"shit, sweetheart, go on- fuckâ come on my cock."
blonde blazer, or well, mandy in your case always helped you around the office. whether it'd be the paperwork, or carrying said stacks of paperwork. maybe even dealing with any heroes or other dispatchers that might pick or hit on you at all, she loved to help you out with the small things.
so when it was just you two locking up every evening, you managed to get a hold of her name; then slowly got to call her that in private, you were over the moon!
your little crush on her only grew from here, glancing at her with sneaky admiration, knowing she probably was hyperaware about it... you still continued to do so, i mean- you couldn't believe it when her hand started to guide you in large crowds, or the protective glare she sent to anyone trying something weird on you, god it was everything.
you didn't know what was happening anymore, not when you had your legs spread as you sat on your desk. confined within your cubicle as the blonde slowly thrusted her fingers inside the sloppiness of your hole.
circling your g-spot, rubbing her calloused fingers against your core like it was her mission to do so. your bud continued to ache as you let out adorable little cries of pleasure as he did.
"you like that, sweetheart?" she teased while leaning in closer to you, standing right in front of you, only thing from holding her back from fully grinding her clothed skin against the bare of yours.
god, you didn't know how to react especially when her fingertips felt so cold to the touch; how much more when they pressed against your sensitive little clit? you could only shake in the sheer amount of pleasure.
as much as you might think you looked pathetic- god you were just... glowing in her eyes. her other hand rushed to explore any other exposed skin like an adventurer, loving how sensitive your skin was to her touch, and her touch alone.
"haahnâmmf- m-man... ahn! mandy-" you could barely manage to hold your mewls back, her name had come out your mouth like a hushed prayer to be kept sacred and as clean as a saint.
you whine as your back arches into her digits; "o-oh fâuuck! wait m-man i'm n... noot.. hhng-" you could barely finish your sentence, you clenched hard down onto her hand as you squirted right on them.
"oh my goâ i didn't even know you could... wow. shit," she gasped in feign surprise, stretching her fingers a few times before slowly exiting them out your sticky, wet hole. bringing them up to her mouth, and getting a taste.
"fuck, can i eat you out now? please?"
cw: reader is the nurse of the heroes basically!
invisigal, aka courtney, loved loved LOVED to tease the shit out of you. as in literally invisible tickles from behind. and she loves seeing how badly it startles you, watching the way it made you shudder so briefly, it makes her laugh every time.
well, you didn't really know it could've ended up like this, but now you two genuinely playfought, talking over your cup of coffee and her white monster canâgiving you the priority, and the privilege... to call her court, a nickname. pretty basic, but she found it... so warm, it ached.
she hadn't realized how much she had distanced herself over time until she literally fainted whilst on the job, gaining a sick concussion; and now she was in your care, again.
"court... you can't keep doing that."
"..."
"court? come on, you can talk to me, what's wrong?"
"...s... sorry."
she mumbled under a hushed breath, turning away from you. the invisigal...? shying away from you? you could only sigh, lifting yourself off your chair, and laying beside her. landing your head gently on her shoulder; slowly wrapping your arms around her.
back then, you couldn't even talk to her without her ridiculing you for your uniform, now? she was red and letting you to cling onto her like a koala until she can look you into your eyes.
well, that's what usually happened.
so what's not the usual? when her head was slowly dipping in between your thighs on the bed she's supposed to be resting on. her cheek rested on your thigh, her palm rubbing the plush of your thigh up and down; simply just keeping your legs spread wide.
you could feel her breath warm on your core, "god, i'm not even... i'm not even touching you, and you're getting wet? so pathetic, name..."
she scoffed, the air hitting you again, making you mewl quietly. giving her a smirk growing on her cheeks, she gazed back up at you, scanning your glossy lips, and panicked-yet-turned-on glance you returned. her jaw tightened at your nervousness, she wanted to just... kiss you up and fuckin' down.
it feels like the office lounge space starts to feel a lot warmer, smaller, and very much moist. the sun that slowly dipped down into the horizon, and the orange hues shone on your body so perfectly.
her thumb spread your folds lightly, gentle rubbing as she spread it wider to take a good look at your pussy.
"fuck, baby, you're beautiful."
before you could process her compliment, she already had her tongue working on your clit. slowly circling it with her mouth as her finger slowly slipped inside your entrance. "sshitâ c-court! wha... nnh- r-right there!"
her digit curved up into that oh-so delicious g-spot, rubbing her tongue with depth against your bud, you didn't even know what to concentrate on.
it didn't help the way she had hummed into your cunt like she was tasting a five star buffet, although she'd argue that is exactly what she was tasting. a hand hovered on your thighs, sensing how much you had tensed up, your head thrown back as you shut your eyes in deep ephemerality.
she removed your mouth promptly, a pop echoing across the office as she ran a hand through her hair briefly. "âholy, crap- beautiful, relax, i'm here to please you, not to eat you literally. 'kay? relax, nurse."
as she came back down, she decided to switch; letting her thumb fall in love with the friction that circled around your red, swollen bud, and let her mouth take action at your soppy entrance. her instinct to leave a leg on one of her shoulders made it easier for her to truly delve her tongue into youâfuck this was going to be one long afternoon in the lounge.
sonar, also called victor, shifted the weight to his right leg as he tilted his head, listening to your rants with minor twilight in his eyes; he was hyperaware how stressed you were. nodding along as you sighed, taking off the headset. "vic', are you even listening?!"
well, he probably was, but he didn't know what he was thinking when he had suddenly leaned in for a kiss. so now you knew where he was truly looking;
god, was it bad you fell into the impulse to pull him into a kiss using his tie? because that is exactly what you did,
you two had been friends a while, but you had never enjoyed this as much as you thought you would've, you were already returning the hungry, sloppy making out against each other's lips.
what else? he already has you bent over your own desktop wooden table, your hands planted weakly on the counter as his hands already placed themselves on your hips.
you were already letting small tears fall as beads of sweat mixed and dropped onto the wood tooâyou didn't realize how fast his bat form could make you come like an angel on his growing length; you loved the way he could ruin you so easily.
"a-ahh, ah-ahâahhh fuck, baby! y-you feel so fuckin' good..." he had a hold of your hair, a firm grasp while his mushroom tip went in and out of you, clearly hitting every spot that wanted to be.
"l-love you so much, fuck you fâfor being so ado-adorableâ" he could barely manage words clearly, his hips ramming into yours barely helped him out, worsening his own dazed state even; and god did you love when he started to be so pathetic over how good your entrance clenched so hungrily around him.
his ears spiked up so eerily every thrust, "nnh- vâfuckâvic!" the table creaked under you both whilst literally making you shake in absolute ethereal pleasure; you could barely hold your upper half up before-
you had suddenly been flipped over, and laid onto your back with force. making you look directly at him, picking you up and pinning you against the nearest office wall he could find. "wanna see you come undone, right on my dick, yeah?"
he smirked before his hips had started pistoning as your back was secure against the off-white barrier of the department. you had your hands immediately clinging onto the fur of his back, your nails digging into his back, your scratch marks getting increasingly large the more he kept up;
just best friends doing best friend things <3
cw: reader is the nurse of the heroes basically!
alice, aka prism, was primarily known for her cockiness, her overzealous to her kind of songs, and of course known for the amazing melodies that enchant others to do whatever. but what they didn't know about was the secret song she wrote for the only person she ever admired; her best friend-
the one who worked tirelessly to heal people that weren't her? was it normal to admit she was jealous? hell fucking no, but god was she resentful about it.
"i don't get why you stay late, and come in early. don't you just end up more tired? how do you get your beauty sleep?" her voice was as smooth as silk, buffing her nails while sitting on your small little office desk. sure you got your own benefits for staying here; but come on, this room was way too small!
"alice, you know i don't really care about how i look." you shook your head as you tip-toed to store the bandages in the shelf above the counter you worked on. "you should take care of yourself more, angel. you might start to lose that glow."
you didn't give a response, you knew exactly that it was killing you from inside, but you still continued to work anyway, but alice? she noticed that little hesitance you had as you placed the rest of the medical supplies into the chiffonier.
"sweet, you know i didn't mean it like that... i mean you should take a break soon." getting up from her spot from the desk, and letting her arms and height help you with placing the medicine, but not without the 'accidental' pressing up against the table thing.
her body pressed behind you whilst she placed the rest of the stock inside. when you expected her to leave after that, her arms snaked themselves around your waist. "want me to make it up to you?"
you were laying down on your own couch as her fingers pulled up to your stick entrance, your cheeks darkened at this, "gosh, angel, you're wet like a slut and blushing like a nerd. i love it."
she had hit play on her phone, throwing it somewhere you could hear; ah, this was the song she always played whenever she wanted to cheer you up, lyrics only you'd hear, a melody that was made out from pure love shared between you both. you were crushing on her all over again.
"uhuh? you like that? you like it when i grind my fingertips on your g-spot, slut?" god you loved hearing that velvety laugh, causing you to clench onto her fingers, tears slowly adding up in the edges of your eyes. "mmf- m-mhm, please k-keep gâgoing ali-alice! fuck!"
her hand only sped up, her own eyes roll back as she pulls her visor up, getting a better, and a very real, good look at you. "fuck, i love you so much nameâtell me are you my slut, baby?"
you nodded frantically as you arch into heir hold, "mmfâyes, i'm your s-slutânnh! fuu... uck.." you couldn't believe how easily you had climaxed on her fingers, juices landing on her hand, and the now dirty carpet.
"where do you think you're doing? you have more work to do, stay awake while i eat you out beautiful."
CONTENT: You're a Dispatcher from another program. What happens when you catch the eye of the Phoenixes? Or how they act when they have a crush on you <3
Oh, he has enough problems to deal with. Mostly from his own program. So why the fuck is he thinking about someone from another?
The first time he encountered you was in the break room, when you were cursing the damn stupid fucking coffee maker that won't work and he helped you out by plugging the unplugged cord.
He'll never forget how your eyes widened, lips parting in disbelief, before you turned to face him and he almost sputtered in shock when he saw your face fully. You told him it was the stress from your program getting to you, and Robert could barely contain his amused smile at that.
After a short introduction and an embarrassing apology, Robert watched you leave the room with a dangerous curiosity curling in his chest.
He quickly finds out you're another Dispatcher in their branch, but how come he's never seen you before? As if a flip has been switched, he begins to notice you every time now.
He gets distracted when he hears your voice cutting through the channel, providing him assistance whenever his program needs it.
He always bumps into you during morning coffee runs, almost spilling his coffee on you one too many times. Or vice versa.
The two of you are the only ones ending the shifts late, and he purposefully slows tidying up his desk just so he could wait for you to finish.
He wonders if you were a former hero like him, and spends his free time obsessively analyzing you from across the room just to guess which one were you.
It got to the point Chase notices it, and Robert has never lived a day without his former babysitter now mentor teasing the ever life of him.
Whenever the two of you end your shifts late again, Robert waits until you're done and walks up to you with Beef in his arms. Then, he'll ask if he could walk you home, just to make sure you get home safe, and lights up when you agreeâfor the third time.
He brings you coffee every morning, just the way you like it. He gives you advice and spends late night conversations walking home, wanting to stretch the hours just so he could spend more time with you.
Z-team already caught on before he knew it, and every single one of them makes his life a living hell by pulling the most embarrassing things at work just to tease him.
INVISIGAL
Chase even comments about, "Next thing I know, you're gonna fucking settle down and start the fourth Robert Robertson with them." But somehow, that thought doesn't seem too bad in his mind.
Oh, she would be the most annoying bitch in the building.
You know how cats are? Actively seek your attention, purr in delight when they get it, just to act all hissy and avoid you for the rest of the day when you spoil them too much. In the end, they'll continue coming back for more because they're so curious.
Yeah, it's like that for Visi.
She'd have this stalkerish tendencies of following you whenever you go while invisible, just to know what places you like to visit or what food you eat.
She'll leave snacks on your desk, the ones she found out while following you, but never tells you it's from her. Just watches from the corner you look around the room, confused, while she tells you to eat the fucking thing in her mind.
Following that cat-like behavior, she'll also leave you random gifts she has stolen from different shops. The exact ones that she saw you eyeing through a glass window, or heard from a conversation with another Dispatcher.
Wants to desperately talk to you, but figured you're busy with your own program so she settles on staring at you while Robert hasn't called for her yet.
The time she finally gets to talk to you was when Robert was talking to you first, and she casually slides into the conversation, ignoring Robert's baffled expression.
When you laugh at one of her jokes, Visi took that as a cue and proceeds to steal you away from Robert. Then, chaos ensues.
She begins to hover, appearing out of nowhere just to surprise you. Especially in the most inconvenient times, which happens to be her favorite. She does it one time when you're changing in the locker room, and has the audacity to laugh at your terrified expression while you're half-naked on the floor.
And god, the sex jokes. They never stop. At first she does it for shits and giggles, until she starts to drop more and more around you. To the point when you finally reciprocate it, catching her off guard and flustered for once.
Whenever you feel someone's staring at you, it's most likely Visi. Just standing there at the corner whenever you're on shift, staring and waiting, with that dark indecipherable glint in her eye.
She also does not shy away from checking you out. Continuing to do so even after you catch her and call her out. She just gives you this coy smirk and wink, before she disappears from sight.
Clings to you for the rest of her remaining free time, just chatting, yapping, and teasing. When she jokes about you taking her on a date, you agree casually. She freezes and gives you this wide-eyed stare, before vanishing yet again.
After a long day and shift, you're just about to leave the building and head home when you feel an invisible tug on your arm and see Visi manifesting thereâgrinning up at you.
WATERBOY
"You still owe me that date, casanova."
Oh, the poor guy's a goner the moment he develops a crush. And he's terribly obvious with it.
I can't decide between two HCS of him. Either he's clinging to the person he likes or entirely avoiding them (much like in my waterboy fanfic), but for now let's HC him as both.
During his time as a janitor, he'll avoid you at all costs. Because he thinks you're way out of his league, and he's just a nobody cleaning after everyone's mess. But what made him like you instantly was your politeness.
Even when it was his job to clean up, you always made sure to tidy around a bit to save him some trouble. He'll approach you, shaking and nervous, telling you how you didn't need to do that and you shouldn't bother with it.
Instead of disregarding him, you just gave him a soft smile and told him you didn't mind. "I've seen you working hard around here, you deserve some help too. And in case no one has told you yet, thank you."
Oh, heart eyes behind his goggles. Next to Robert, you're the second person to acknowledge him with kindness and patience. It's the bare minimum, but after a long time of enduring bullying, being taken for granted, and not being recognizedâit was like a beacon of hope.
He asks the first person he trusts for advice, Robert, about how to have more confidence and not make a fool of himself around you. But even after receiving a few advice, Waterboy still cannot work up the courage to talk to you.
It's only after Robert chose him to be a part of the Z-team when Waterboy builds a little more confidence in himself. Maybe because the others have been a bad influence on him, but he sees it as a good thing.
The next time he talks to you, he doesn't stutter as much. He still gets nervous, terribly nervous, but somehow your comforting energy calms him. He doesn't see any malice or judgement in your eyes, you welcome his presence whenever you're eating in the break room.
He also greatly admires your skills as a Dispatcher, being one of the top programs in the branch, and he sometimes wonder how it's like working under you.
Andâ And not in that way. Maybe.
With his newfound confidence, he's able to initiate more conversations with you. He'll show you pictures of his grandma's cats, bond over your similar interests, and hang around the break room during your free time.
He buys you your favorite snacks and leaves little sentimental notes on your desk. As well as gifts that reminded him of you.
He won't hesitate to clean your desk up, even when you tell him you're perfectly capable of doing it, he still takes the initiative. Not because it's his job, but because he wants to reciprocate the kindness you've given him.
FLAMBAE
And the entire team is either supportive or disgusted (affectionately) whenever you pass by and greet him with a smile, because this man will turn into a puddleâstaring after you dazedly as he waves back with the dreamiest smile you'll ever see him wear.
This guy. God, this guy becomes unbearable.
You know those kinds of people who'll take any and every opportunity to show off in front of their crushes? Yeah, Flambae will absolutely do the most just to get you to notice him.
At first he doesn't notice you. Why would he? He doesn't have the time for others, especially when they're not anywhere near his level.
But then the team goes out for drinks one night, when he sees you there at the barâstill donned in your SDN uniform like Robertâand he gapes in shock because, woah, how come he's never seen you before? Surely, he would've noticed a pretty face like yours around the place.
After downing a shot, he makes his way overâsuave, sure of himself, and totally ignoring his team exchanging cash behind himâand slides beside you.
"New around here?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. "Pretty sure I would've seen someone like you before, cuz you're very easy on the eyes. Mind If I buy you a drink, hot stuff?"
He only receives an eye roll, before you grab your drink and smile at him. "Already bought myself one. Try again next time." Then, you slip away towards your booth, leaving him bewildered.
He's not even focused on Prism cheering loudly with cash in hand or Malevola groaning in disappointment in the background, because in his head, the game's only just begun. Oh, it's on.
He immediately locks in on you the moment he sees you at work, headset on your shoulders in that ugly blue uniform that you somehow pull off.
And the show begins. He unironically flexes his muscles every time you pass by, not even sparing him a glance. He stops by your cubicle to strike up a conversation, but it's more like him bragging about his recent missions and how awesome he is, to which you'll always sigh.
Sometimes, he'll ignore Robert's direct orders to stay focused on the mission. Because he'll see you walking around Torrance on your day off, and immediately flies after you. Much to your dismay. At least he became useful carrying all your grocery bags back to your apartment.
It doesn't stop there. If anything, he takes it up a notch and personally asks you out for drinks. Once, twice, until three times isn't enough, and the fourth time involves him dropping off a pack of tacos on your deskâstill no luck.
The fifth was when he sees you entering the elevator, and he swiftly slips past the doors just before they shut. The moment you make eye contact, he grins while you sigh again.
"So," He pants, slicks his hair back. "That date? Gonna give me a chance? I promise you, it's gonna be great! Because you're gonna be with me. And I'll make sure it's gonna be awesome."
He expects another rejection, he wouldn't mind trying for a sixth time, but then you sigh again and smile at him. "You know what? Sure, why not? But if it sucks, I'm gonna report you to HR."
PRISM
Fuck yeah.
One thing about Prism, she likes to shine and let others watch her shine. She'll absolutely let you know if she likes you.
But I feel like she wouldn't approach you at first, she's the type to let others do the first move. She's a popstar after all, not a fan. The others should be the ones approaching her.
And that's what you did. In the break room, she sees you standing at the entrance and feels your stare. Normally, she'll let the moment pass and ignore it. After all, she's used to fans and shit.
But that changes when you approach her, and you reveal that you've been listening to her music recently. Especially during writing up reports late at night. Not as a fan praising their idol, but as a genuine compliment from another person.
And wait, you're actually cute up close. She might just be interested in you after that.
Somehow, after that encounter, Prism starts opening up to you. She'll show up in the office, and starts calling you pet names in front of everyone. Her favorite one is baby, because she enjoys the look of shock and the tiny blush on your face.
Gives you special treatment than her actual fans, makes you listen to her unreleased drafts, and even takes candid photos of you whenever you're busy.
She even starts decorating her vape with embezzled jewels with your initials, thinks it's cool and shows it to you.
She even tweets cryptic things on her page like "god my baby's so cute" "y'all ever wanna drop to your knees and worship a god? not religious, but i might!" or even "looks like I have a new type ;))"
Watch her fans go crazy and try to come up with theories who she's referring to. A whole investigator level type of shit that absolutely amuses her. But really, she only has one target audience. And that's you.
She starts taking more pics of you, actually good ones that compliment your features, and even poses with your face out of the frame to post it. Just to see her fans go wild. She then asks you for your number to send themâsmooth, casual, and a total score for her.
You give it to her, and she's immediately spamming you with your pics later that night. Her pics. Song recommendations. Show recommendations. As well as places while following with a "wouldn't it be nice to go here for a date?" message after.
She's not exactly subtle in work either. Blows a kiss in your direction, lets her touch linger on your arm, your shoulder, and back when she's passing. She becomes bolder, wilder, and she's not stopping until she gets what she wants.
Late at night, she's glued to her phone againâscrolling through tweets and current trendsâwhen she sees your contact name (my baby) and opens it to see your message replying to the place she sent for a date idea.
PUNCH UP
She only laughs and maybe even melts a little when she sees your message, "how about I take you out there sometime?"
For a while, he's not really interested in another relationship. That is until he met you. And shite, he understands why they call it love at first sight.
The first time he sees you is during a conference meeting with the Z-team. You enter the room to call for Blonde Blazer, and Punch Up's jaw literally drops and his eyes widens comically at the sight of you.
He remembers sitting up straighter, trying to appear taller, and fiddles with his mustaches while he sneaks glances in your direction.
On the outside, he appears confident and sure if himself. But deep inside him, he's conscious that someone like you wouldn't be interested in him. Hell, he already expects a rejection.
If only his powers didn't fucking make him shrink to this size, he would've been more forward in courting you. Plus, he figures you wouldn't want to be with someone half your fucking height.
Still, Punch Up can't help but puff up his chest or slick his hair back whenever you cross paths. He'll even compliment you on your work, to which you're surprised at, but you'd smile down at him in gratitude.
That gave him an inkling of hope, you didn't look at him weirdly or find his approach off-putting, so he decides to take a step further.
Starts leaving flowers on your desk. Gives you random compliments and encouragement just in case you need a boost in morale. Brings you coffeeâbittersweet and lightâwhen he notices you looking down after a shift.
Totally becomes a gentleman to make up for his lack of height, but the latter part didn't seem to bother you at all. You always thank him with a warm smile that never fails to heat his cheeks and make him feel all giddy.
Like Waterboy, heart eyes every time he sees you. Visibly melts when you smile at him. Grins so wide whenever you make a joke or laugh at his. He quickly becomes your cheerleader and hype man, providing both encouragement and comfort.
He jokingly suggests he could give you some massage after seeing you rolling your shoulders around, lightly bragging about his firm touch and expertise, and is totally shocked when you agree.
Yeah, he's spending the whole time grinning so wide while he's giving you back massage in the break room. Also, glares at everyone who enters and gives him a weird look.
You make him feel like he's normal, like he doesn't need to prove anything just because he's lacking in certain areas. You treat him just the same as everyone, and he actually thinks you're perfect.
COUPĂ
He will absolutely do anything to protect you. He may not be the brightest, but hurting you is the last thing on his mind.
The first time she sees you in the office, her eyes gleams dangerously like the knives tucked into her wings. You're not even doing anything remotely interesting, but something about you triggers her fascination.
Starts gathering more information about you, using her skills as an assassin to remain undetected. And like the crime in her profile, she's a stalker. But then again, that's part of the whole package.
Once she has eyes on something, or someone, she develops an unhealthy fixation on them. Spends so much time lurking, eavesdropping, and stalking just to find more details about you and your life.
She doesn't even know why she became so entranced by you, but all she knew was whoever dares to approach you, they'll have to answer to her.
Okay, yeah. I'm picking up on slight yandere tendencies to her. Something about her screams obsession at first sight, and as an assassin, she never stops until she captures her target.
Or in this case, you.
She memorizes your routine outside SDN, your work and personal schedule, every time you clock in and out of the office. Then, she uses all her gathered information to her advantage.
Meaning, she'll weaponize them into getting your attention.
Going back to the first bullet, she'll use her charm to disarm you the next time you go out for drinks. She's always one step ahead of you, already there in every corner you turn, just so she can make sure her existence is branded into your mind.
Then, after introductions that's where she'll flirt. Gets touchy immediately after a couple of words exchanged. Lightly plays with your hair, strokes your jaw, whispers low in your ear.
An absolute tease once you get close to her. Or rather, once she gets close to you. She always keeps her gaze on you from every corner of the room. Steps in immediately if she detects someone linger too close.
Hey, this might be a bit manipulative to others' taste. But it hasn't stopped her from getting what she wants. Plus, she's not doing anything illegal. She just has a terrible crush on a Dispatcher from another program.
GOLEM
And if you ever say no to her, she'll do whatever it takes to change your mind.
Golem is a certified green flag, and I will DIE on that hill. Have you heard his voice lines when talking to the girls? Marriage material, honestly.
Okay, I'm gonna be honest, this is gonna be difficult because he literally is a construct. But we're not going past that, we're just going to stick to crushes.
Golem rarely develops any romantic interest in anyone, mostly because he knows he doesn't have any chance with them. Thinks everyone is way out of his league, and they wouldn't want someone like him.
But when it comes to you, he's SMITTEN. This man is my goat right here, he deserves so much love pls. Anyway, he literally stands still like a deer in headlightsâyou'd actually think he turned into a clay statueâthe first time he sees you.
Canonically, he loves listening to music and poetry. So he starts hyperfixating on making playlists and poems with the thought of you. He already has a hundred songs dedicated to you, the Dispatcher from another program, and written at least thirty poems about how you look.
He REALLY wants to show you all the work he's done, but hesitates because what if you think he's being creepy?
Thankfully, maybe because of some miracle, you're the one who approached him during his break time outside the building. His usual spot is by the parking lot, where he'll just sit and listen to his newly made playlist and write poems about everything he sees.
"Whatcha listening to, big guy?"
It takes a lot to scare Golem, but the sound of your voiceâsoft and curiousâstartles him. He immediately snaps his gaze towards you, blinks, and just stares. Not saying a word. Totally starstruck as if you're top tier a superhero. Maybe you were in the past.
You apologized for scaring him, but he simply shakes his head and quietly shows you his phone. The current song he's listening to makes your eyes brighten, and he has to stop the clay on his body from physically melting.
He finds out you two have similar tastes in music, and when you ask about what he's writing, he doesn't even hesitate on showing you.
He doesn't even stop you when you get to the ones he's written about you. He later reveals how they're all about you, better get it off of his chest and move on, but he's more surprised to see you smiling.
You told him it's the first time anyone has ever written a poem about you, and he's honestly shocked by that.
SONAR
Oh, one thing about poets. Once they like you, everything they do will be tied to your name.
God, this fucking pervert. Really, he is a pervert.
But somehow, he manages to keep himself maintained in front of you. Barely. He still likes to let his eyes linger on your body. Once. Twice. Okay, maybe lots of times.
Malevola actually hit him hard on his head after catching him drooling over and eyefucking you, and not wanting to anger her, he promises to keep himself in his best behavior.
Again, barely.
The best thing he can do is resort to his intelligence. Cuz c'mon, not to brag or anything, but he's a Harvard graduate. So, that's gotta impress you right?
Yeah, he was humbled immediately when you just stared at him and proceeded to give a thumbs up. "Cool, man. I mean, I have some friends from there as well. But we're not in touch anymore."
Just when he thinks all hope is lost, you follow up a question on what his majors were. Oh, watch him turn into the most insufferable yapper known to existence. Infodumps intensely, sticks to your side even when you're busy on the job, and just rambles.
He secretly wonders if he's bothering you or you're just accepting everything he's saying because you pity him, but you genuinely seem invested and even quip a comment every once in a while.
Okay, good. Maybe this can work out just fine. Except that his attraction towards you becomes more obvious. He squeaks more around you (a habit when he's nervous) and his ears twitch when he hears you talking, even from across the room.
He asks a lot of questions about you as well. He plays it off as mutual interest, but he desperately wants to know if he truly has a chance with you or if you're way out of his league to even bother to court.
But that's not what seals the deal. It was when he managed to make you laugh at his dry jokes the first time, and he swears it was the best day of his life.
He's actively trying not to overstep his boundaries, also asks about your interests and is genuinely thrilled to discover you have similar ones. Besides drugs and boobs, or maybe you like the second one too, but he's not gonna ask about that. Yet.
Sonar is actually a sweet guy once you get to know him well enough. But not the kind of sweet you typically see on romance stories, but the kind that annoys you at the same time.
But he means well, he's smart enough to know not to fuck this up. It might be his only chance after all. Even Malevola's constant teasing how you're way out of his league, he still continues to impress you with new things day by day.
MALEVOLA
Sonar now has three favorite things: drugs, boobs, and the new addition, you.
Malevola, much like the other girls, can be a massive flirt if she wants.
But most of the time, it's all just for fun and it's how she normally interacts with others. If she liked them, of course. Platonically or romantically. She does it so naturally, kind of forward at times to the point that it might make others uncomfortable and she doesn't realize it. Or maybe she does, she just continues to do it for her own amusement.
So when she develops a crush on you, oh it's not gonna take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Even Sonar notices it the moment his best friend starts eyeing someone from across the room. Follows her line of sight, sees you getting up from your seat, and immediately says to himself, "Oh, they're so fucked."
"They're about to be," Malevola casually quips, winking at the bat hybrid. "Watch and learn how it's done, batman."
She proceeds to harass charm you during your free time. Literally glides the tip of her tail along the length of your leg as you walk by, startling you completely, before she boldly pins you to the wall and grins deviously at you. "Hey there, cutie. Didn't catch your name before. Mind throwing it?"
All she received was a shocked and scandalized look from you, before you slipped under her arm and walked awayâcontinuing your day as if nothing happened. And the whole time, Sonar was hiding his giggles while recording the whole thing. "Holy shit, that was fucking bad. They're so not impressed, Mal."
But for the demon? That's nothing but a challenge. She just grins wider and crosses her arms. "Playing hard to get, huh? My kinda game."
Now you got yourself a literal demon warrior harassing flirting with you wherever you go. If you think Flambae was extra, this woman is much worse. Pops out of nowhere through her portal and surprises you. Gets really touchy when you're in the break room, arm around your shoulder and leaning so close to your face. Her voice lowers, thickens, and drips with suggestion every time she talks to you.
All the while, both you and Sonar are the victims of this. Especially you. And over time, you get used to her advances, even tolerating her touches to some extent. Toss your own flirtatious remark here and there. But you still jump away when her hands start to wander lower than you'd like, causing you to glare at her and she winks at you.
"I get that your love language is physical touch, but that's straight up harassment." Sonar comments one day, to which Malevola rolls her eyes. "Aren't you like worried about getting reported?"
"I should've been reported already," She retorts, shrugging. "But I wasn't. Something tells me they're interested too."
But for your sake, Malevola downplays all her advances to friendly pats and light flirtation. She's not worried for herself, but she's worried about your reputation. Something she didn't take into consideration at first. So, for the next following days, she keeps her hands to herself and refrains from making you too uncomfortable
In front of everyone, she turns into a saint. Addresses you politely, never lets her eyes linger for a second too long, and doesn't approach you as much as she used to before. Sonar is not the only one confused, even you are baffled at the sudden change. She treats you like you're mere acquaintances, nothing more, and she notices the way your eyes begin to seek hers whenever she avoids yours.
However when she finally gets you alone in the elevator, she pins you to the wall again with her hands rest on your waist. "Okay, I'm done playing pretend. You want this or not?"
You raised an eyebrow at her, but not making a move to remove her hands. "We're at work. We could get into trouble."
Malevola grins down at you, hands falling lower. "We could get into trouble elsewhere then?"
BLONDE BLAZER
This time, you don't stop her.
HR department is either nonexistent or is fucking blind to everything happening in this branch.
Because Blonde Blazer is not exactly subtle when it comes to her little (not-so-secretive) crush towards you. Hell, everyone already knows how much she likes you. How obvious she is just being around your cubicle all of the time and the lingering shoulder touches she does.
Everyone knows, except you.
And it honestly frustrates her, because she's pretty sure she's being as straightforward as she could. Asks you out for lunch or dinner outside the office during your free time. Hovers around you, literally, when you're walking home. You know, just making sure you get home safely.
Even though she knows she needs to be professional, she just can't help the nervous flutter in her chest when she's around you. You unknowingly make her feel like Mandy, and not Blazer. The way you talk to her, as if you could see past her powers and her amulet, makes her hopelessly pining after you.
Everyone else just keeps quiet, and at this point, no one bats an eye anymore. Chase even tells her to give up, Robert advises her to make her intentions known directly, but she ignores both of them because she knows she can do this.
Honestly, if she doesn't know about your past, she'll be convinced your superpower was being oblivious.
Because you honestly can't see the special treatment she's giving you. The praises and compliments that spill out of her mouth. How her voice and gaze softens when around you.
And you just accept everything like it was normal, maybe you honestly think she was being nice.
She even invites Robert for a drink, sitting on top of the billboard again, a bottle in her hand while she's venting her frustrations and he's chugging his own beer with a deadpanned expression.
Blazer with a crush is honestly just like a Golden Retriever. Hopeless, loyal to a fault, adorable yet kinda a mess. She ends up drinking Robert's beer after he offers it, then composes herself once she chucks the empty bottle into the unknown.
"Just tell them how you really feel," Robert shrugs, quite done with the whole ordeal. "What's the worse thing that can happen?"
"Rejection? Resignation? Not being able to talk to them anymore?" Okay, maybe she's a little tipsy now. But honestly, she doesn't fucking care anymore. Maybe she should stop with the whole thing, move on like she did with Phenomaman, but that was easier than this.
Robert claps her shoulder, a look of pity visible on his features. "Hey, don't take it personally. Next time, you canâ"
Her phone beeps, a notification, and Blazer holds up a finger as she checks it. She almost shot up to the skies and threw her phone or Robert when she reads your message.
"Soooo, Chase filled me in with the whole thing. Says you're doing all these because you like me? Sorry for being oblivious and not catching on quick :'D"
Then, before she could type a reply, another message shows up.
ROYD
"How about a date tomorrow night? My treat ;))"
Now, Royd is two things: a gearhead and a science nerd. But even with these super awesome traits, he has zero clue how to work on feelings.
He has people taking interest in him before here and there, but again, he's a gearhead and a science nerd. He's not too focused on all those lovey dovey things.
At least that's what he thought before he met you.
You're a Dispatcher, a damn good one at that, and he can't help but admire you and how you run your program.
Unlike with everyone else, he acts super clumsy around you. Doesn't even realize he's fumbling his words when he's talking to you, totally thinks he's doing well however.
As a gearhead, he'll craft you up some gadget that he thinks can help you with your dispatches. Others are confused why you suddenly have this advanced headset (lowkey jealous).
A very hands-on person, Royd will definitely be an acts of service kind of guy. Opens the door for you, fixes up things you don't even need to fix, brings you down to his lab as an excuse he needs your help.
But in reality, he just wants to impress you with his work. You just sit there in the corner, watching him in his element, and flushes whenever you compliment him.
Also, absolutely loves it when you ask questions. About his work, his inventions, his tools. Everything. He just wants to share a piece of his life with youâkind of like a silent invitation for you to accept him.
Even though he doesn't have much idea on how romance works, he's genuinely sweet and thoughtful that it's so natural for him.
You might mistake it as a mere act of kindness however, and he's bummed out when he realizes. Turns to Robert for advice, and will absolutely try to discreetly keep your identity hidden while he explains his dilemma.
Only for Robert to clock him and say your name, "Just ask them out. You've known each other for a while. They've been here longer than I am. Trust me, it's better to take the risk than to lose the chance."
"You think I should?" Royd asks, distracting himself with a part of Robert's suit.
"You definitely should. You never know, they might like you back."
That comforts and inspires Royd, and he immediately thinks of an idea how to ask you out.
The next time he requests your "help" down his lab again, you arrive there shortly and see something you never expect to see.
PHENOMAMAN
A holographic image of you, along with the following words gleaming below. "You don't make me feel like a gearhead or a science nerd. You make me feel special, but not as special as you are."
After his break-up with Blonde Blazer, Phenomaman believes he won't find another one like her.
One as charming, dedicated, admirable, and fiercely empowering. Someone who can keep up with his strength and match it just the same. And that thought causes him to lose motivation.
He's sure he won't find someone else. Maybe not on this planet. No one will compare to her.
But suddenly, you came into the picture. Simple, normal, and completely fragile looking compared to him. Just honestly speaking, he thinks you're physically weaker just because you're human and smaller than him. Though not in a bad way.
But he comes to find that not all strengths to be admired should only be from physical traits or impressive feats.
Sometimes, a human's strength is through their compassion and drive. Seeing you so passionate in guiding your team during dispatch has him reflecting on his preferences. He doesn't normally become attracted to individuals like you, but something about your dedication to your work inspires him.
He starts to become more curious.
Humans, in general, fascinate him. How they interact with each other. How they share their thoughts, emotions, victories, and losses. It took him a while to adjust to this world, and it was admittedly difficult.
But after meeting you, someone who's the entire opposite of him, he becomes open to expanding his perspective.
What do humans call it? A crush? Not physically crushing like how he does with his enemies, but the one they refer to as this fluttery thing in their stomach.
He gets that around you, has zero clue why, but he had never felt it before. Not even around Blazer. He greatly admires his past lover, but maybe that was the reason for their separation. There was a lack of the fluttery feeling in his stomach.
Just pure admiration as an equal and a partner.
So, he begins to hover around you. Trailing behind everywhere you go like a curious puppy. You didn't seem to mind his presence. In fact, you humor him every time and joke about him being your personal guard dog.
He doesn't think he is, but if you are in need of protection, then he won't hesitate to provide you some. He also gives you some of his edible arrangements as a token of his fascination, and he feels the fluttery feeling intensify when you smile at him.
You're the first person to let him feel anything else other than being a superhero.
You: *walks into the SDN looking like a sad puppy*
Prism: whatâs wrong?
You: got dumped by the person I was seeing, claimed I wasnât hot enough.
Punch up: do you want me to punch them in the balls?
Prism: what is it with you and balls?
Punch up: âŠ
Prism: and donât say itâs because youâre the perfect height to do so easily. Itâs becoming a kink of yours to punch people in the balls.
Punch up: then I wonât say anything at all if thatâs how youâre going to act.
You: can we get back to be being dumped for not being hot?
Sonar: who says youâre not hot?
Prism: their ex.
Sonar: fucker is an idiot.
Malevola: a real fucking idiot to not recognise a hottie when they see one.
Robert: whatâs happening?
Everyone: (name)âs ex fumbled a hottie like them.
Prism: get with the program.
Flambae: yeah you little bitch. *throws an arm over your shoulder* soâŠyouâre single.
You: where did you come from?
Punch up: CAN I PLEASE PUNCH THEM IN THE BALLS?!
Beef: *waddles over to you and looks at you expectantly*
You: *picks him up and holds him tightly to your chest* At lest youâre here to comfort me beef. At least I have someone in this chaotic nightmare Iâm forced to call a job.
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Low-key. Imagine being like the nurse/doctor for the SDN. Maybe also being an ex-villain but deciding to use some medical knowledge to heal (or maybe your powers help you)
But you're a big fan of who the ex-villains are. Like you're casually trying to work when THE Prism comes in and you have to help her. Of course you do, it's your job and they need to be healed up for their next mission.
But then imagine when they start getting merch of their hero status. Flambae plushes, Waterboy pins, Malevola stickers. The works. You buy them all, you're still a fan after all. What kind of fan would you be if you still didn't support them as a hero?
Maybe your bag is covered in the pins, the pen you use to note down what happened has has a mini figurine of them on top. The notebook is absolutely plastered with stickers of them. And they notice it. You could try to hide it but they notice it and oh how honoured they are that their favourite medic seems to like them just as much as they do. (Or they're absolutely embarrassed and is eternally dying inside from finding out you bought merch of them, THEM)
(Bonus points: If it's actually mechaman you're a fan of and you're just ranting to Robert about how much you like him and how cool the hero is when you're trying to heal him. Not knowing he is mechaman. Bros just laying there nodding along like "yeah yeah he's so cool" - Imagine how embarrassing it is to find out you ranted about the love you have for the hero TO THE HERO)
