#dispatch blazer

[lenny-link]

everyone want a piece of that mecacookie

[chaos-potat]

Honestly, if I missed any of y'alls favorite side/background characters, comment and maybe I'll do some drawings of them 🤷‍♂️

(Waterboy, Prism, Flambae, Robert) (Sonar, Malevola, Phenomaman, Mr Whiskey and Galen, Punch Up)

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[swegsparky]

Blonde Blazer with shy reader with no powers

A/n: Requested by @crazyboy123n. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!

You first meet Blazer when you run into a group of thugs robbing an electronics store. Despite having no powers, no fighting skills, no backup and shaking like a leaf, you still try to take them on...which ends about as well as you'd expect.

Just when you think it's all over for you, a blonde woman flies in from the sky and single-handedly takes them all down with ease. She notices you on the floor, curled up into a ball, and reaches out a hand to you. When you're still too scared to take it, she crouches down and gently pulls you into a hug, assuring you you're safe.

When you finally calm down enough to stand up again, she takes you out for a drink at a nearby bar. When she asks why you didn't use your powers during the fight, you inform her you don't have any, but that you didn't want to do nothing and let the criminals get away scot-free.

At first, she scolds you for doing something so reckless without any powers or training, for which you profusely apologise. However, she then compliments you for doing something so brave, even if a little foolish, causing you to blush and look away. Despite your attempts to hide the blush, she still notices it...and finds it rather cute.

After you finish your drink, she offers to fly you home in her arms, even if you're sober enough to get home safely by yourself. As she drops you off at your house, she gives you the number for dispatch for a future emergency, and her personal number for a future date.

She gives you a wink before flying off, leaving you blushing outside your house. After spending several minutes trying to come up with what to say for your first message to her, she quickly responds. You two talk late into the night, and agree to a date after her next shift.

The following Monday, you meet her at her office at dispatch, shyly handing her a bouquet of flowers. She smiles as she takes the flowers from you, giving you a kiss on the cheek in return. You blush at this, which causes her smile to widen as you two exit the building.

You ask her where she'd like to go for the date, and she tells you she knows a place, if it's ok with you. You agree, and she carries you up in her arms once more, flying you to a restaurant.

Blazer is immediately surrounded by fans. Seeing you get overwhelmed, she kindly asks them to back away, informing them that she'd like to be left alone for her date.

As you two eat, she tries to make conversation with you, though you only seem able to respond in short, quiet sentences. Despite this, she seems to enjoy the date, as she's quick to ask you on another one, this time asking you to meet her at her house.

At the agreed upon date and time, you stand outside her house, building up the courage to knock on the door. Pushing aside the worry that you might be at the wrong place, you knock on the door, and out steps Blazer.

Only, rather than being in her usual superhero attire and her famous blonde hair, instead a brunette in a black dress stands in the doorway.

"B-Blazer?"

"Yes, only...my name is Mandy. I hope you're not too disappointed?"

"...Y-You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

She smiles at you and places a hand on your cheek, kissing you on the lips. Your face turns the brightest shade of red, but you don't pull back until she does.

"In that case, shall we get going?"

Too flustered to answer verbally, you instead nod your head repeatedly. Mandy smiles at this, and the two of you walk to your date spot, hand in hand. Your relationship only deepens from there. Whether or not you allow her to reveal her relationship with you to the public is up to you.

If you ever tell Blazer that you want to be a hero even without powers, she'll gladly introduce you to Robert. Due to not being born with any powers either, Robert learned a lot of hand-to-hand combat and other skills, which he'll teach you when you're both free at Blazer's recommendation.

Even if you don't want to be a hero, Blazer will love you either way, and she'll happily tell anyone this that dares question her relationship with you, stating that even if you're not a hero and don't have any powers, you're just as good a person as any other.

[scinnahunbun]

more miss blazer

[baronofshadows1684]

[atlasrainerot]

I’ve seen a few edits & cosplays of Black Blonde Blazer & I love her so much 💫

(I also love when people make her fat so I did too 🫶)

[blogs-georg]

The Quiet Kind of Dying (part 2)

TW for eating disorders, alcohol/drug use, kidnapping, & almost smut but not quite

The second chapter of my edgy, self indulgent whump fic <3 this is a lot longer than the last one, i hope you enjoy :))

Chapter 1

12:09 pm, SDN lunch room.  The next day.

This time, the sandwich was real.  Minimal ingredients, as filling as it could be with as little actual food involved as possible.  In all honesty, it was eighty percent lettuce, ten percent turkey, five percent bread and five percent guilt.  Robert ate it with a straight face, though, examining the table and thinking about anything except his full stomach.  Instead, he thought about Courtney.  She was due any minute now.  She always made sure to meet him for lunch, though he never told her exactly where he would be.  Somehow she just knew.

He watched the door eagerly.  Even at his lowest, hungriest, most exhausted, he craved her.  Her voice, her face, her humor… her fuckable body.

Before his thoughts could get too carried away, a figure appeared in the doorway.  Less fuckable, but an equally welcome sight– Robert’s best friend, Herm.  Otherwise known as Waterboy, newest and wettest member of the Z-Team.

“Hey, man!  Fancy seeing you here,” Robert smiled, setting the sandwich to the side and resting his chin on his hand.

“Yes!  Very- Feel- I am very fancy today.  Happy today!  Very happy today.” Herm smiled, laying out a towel on the chair beside Robert’s.  He sat.

“Oh?  And why is that?”

“I… have a date tonight!” Waterboy announced, sitting up with as much faux confidence as he could.  His cheeks and his ears were red, but he was beaming.  Robert smiled along with him.

“Hell yeah, you do!” He held out his fist and Herm gave him a fist bump.  As Robert shook the water off his knuckles, Invisigal apparated beside him.  Right on time.

“Did I hear date?”  She slung an arm around Robert’s shoulder as she waited intently for the soppy hero’s answer.

“You did say- you heard- going on a date!” He beamed proudly at Courtney.

“Do you have a picture?” she asked excitedly, leaning over Waterboy’s shoulder before he could even type in the password to his phone.  Robert admired her smile along with the rest of her.  She was the brightest part of his day, beside the little round ball of fur napping under his desk.  

Herm presented a photo of a handsome yellow-haired man, smiling proudly in front of a shining red car.  Robert thought the guy looked fine enough.  Courtney scrutinized the photo for a while before finally announcing, “He looks familiar, but I can’t fuckin’ place it.  Where’s he takin’ you?”

“Bellucci’s.  On- on 7th.”

This earned raised eyebrows from Courtney and an impressed whistle from Robert.  “Damn,” he said, “fancy Italian place.  He must like you.  I’m proud of you, bud.”  He gave Herm a gentle punch on the shoulder.

The trio conversed for a little while longer before Waterboy excused himself, leaving Robert and Courtney alone in the lunchroom. 

The moment he was gone, she leaned into him dramatically and sighed.  “I am sooooo ready for tonight.  In more ways than one.” She winked, and Robert chuckled.

“Me too, Court.  Me fuckin’ too.”  He eyed the half eaten sandwich.  “You want the rest of that?”

“You don’t?” Invisigal asked, but she was already reaching for it.

“Nah, I had a couple of twinks.”  More lies, hidden behind a sarcastic smile.  He used to feel bad about it, but after so many years it had become routine.  If people know you’re not eating, they make it a lot fucking harder.  Robert tried to avoid this as much as possible.

She shrugged and enjoyed his sandwich in silence.  He sat, arm around her shoulder, scarred hands playing with the short hairs at the nape of her neck and brown eyes watching her with quiet contentment.  Eventually, though, his watch buzzed and signalled the end of their lunchtime oasis.  With a heavy sigh, Courtney gave him a kiss far too deep for a workplace lunchroom and promptly disappeared.

“See you tonight, my love,” Robert said to the air as her scent faded from the room.

–

2:56 am, Robert’s apartment.

Robert sat cross legged on the floor as Beef snuffled happily around him, tail wagging at record speeds.  Beside him sat a half empty bottle of whiskey, an unopened bottle of his girlfriend’s favorite vodka, and the only two glasses he owned.  The missing whiskey flowed through his veins as he watched his dog with a drunken smile.

Beside him, the front door opened and closed, but nobody seemed to enter.  He stared at the empty space beside him before he finally quipped, “You’re gonna have to breathe eventually.  Try not to pass out on my floor.”

Courtney appeared in front of him, arms crossed and rolling her eyes.  “Says the guy who’s sitting on the floor after his boss bought him a goddamn couch.”

“First of all, that has nothing to do with, well, anything.  Second of all, it's comfortable.  I’m used to it.”

“No, you’re a masochist,” She said simply, planting herself on the floor next to him.  She reached for the vodka in front of her.  “You remembered my favorite.  I’m shocked.” She was trying, as always, to sound tough.  But Robert always saw through her.

“Of course I remembered.”  He took her chin in his hand and kissed her deeply, freckled cheeks flushed with alcohol and lust.  She kissed him back for a long time before pulling away.  He pouted playfully.

“You're pretty, but lemme get drunk first,” she shot playfully, pouring herself a healthy glass of liquor.

It wasn’t long before they were both damn near wasted and half naked, making out on the floor.  Courtney straddled him, her teeth sinking into his chapped lips as he whined into her mouth.  He had tried and failed to be in charge, instead finding himself with his arms pinned above his head.  Invisigal’s right hand held them in place as her left hand roamed his scarred but toned chest.  A half smoked joint smoldered in an ashtray beside them, courtesy of Courtney but promptly forgotten the minute she was in his lap.

Her painted fingernails wandered down past the jagged scars along his hips, past his belly button, through the thin happy trail leading to the hem of his khakis and finally to the zipper, fiddling with it desperately.

“Goddammit, I can’t wait any longer.  Lemme help you,” Robert breathed, trembling hands and bitten nails searching for the zipper, mad with lust as his hard cock strained against ecru fabric.  Just as he found it, the pair was snapped out of their stupor by the incessant buzzing of Robert’s phone.  At first they tried to ignore it, but it continued for minutes on end before it finally woke up Beef, who started barking anxiously.

With an annoyed sigh, Courtney rolled off of him.  Robert pulled himself to his feet and stumbled to the kitchen counter where his phone cried for attention.  He squinted at the screen before calling out to Courtney, “It’s fucking Blazer!”  The last time she called him at this hour, they made love on top of the Hollywood sign.  A lot had changed in six months.

“The hell does she want?  Better be important, cockblocking me like that-”

“Hang on, hang on, lemme fuckin’ answer for godssakes-”

His face fell as he heard Mandy’s panicked voice on the other line.  

“Robert!  Thank God.  I’m sorry if I woke you up.” “No, but it is four in the morning and I am drunk and slightly stoned, so I’d appreciate if you made it snappy.”  He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Well, I’ll get to the point.  We were receiving distress signals from that nice restaurant on seventh-”

“Oh, fuck me-”

“Let me finish.  When I checked the cameras, I saw a blond man dragging someone that looked a lot like Waterboy into a red car.  We’ve been trying but we can’t reach Herm at all.  Sonar is on route there now, but… I just felt like you should know.  I didn’t think you’d be so… out of it when I called.”

“It's a Friday night and I’m clinically depressed, you thought I’d be sober?  I’ll be there in ten.”  Despite his humor, Robert’s heart pounded in his chest.

“No, you won’t, Robert.  You’re drunk, you’re high-”

“And I fucking know something!  Royd, Royd should still be there.  Tell him to pick us up-”

“Us?”

“Me and Court.  Tell him to come get us.  I need- I need to be there.”

Blazer bit the inside of her cheek.  She had no right to be jealous.  She broke things off with Robert for the sake of professionalism and he seemed happier with Invisigal anyway.  Still, she couldn’t help but imagine…

She shook those thoughts from her head.  “Fine.  I’ll send Royd.  Just try not to come in reeking like pot.”  

Robert hung up and shoved his phone in his back pocket.  He zipped his fly and hastily lurched into the living room.  He reached an arm out to help Invisigal up.

“Put your shirt on.  That piece of shit with a sexy car kidnapped Herm.”

“What do you mean kidnapped?” Courtney practically screamed, scrambling to find her shirt and snatching her inhaler off the arm of the couch.

“I mean, shoved into a car and taken somewhere!  Royd is coming to get us, I gotta find my wallet-”

“I gotta finish this joint,” Courtney threw open a kitchen cupboard in search of a lighter.  “God, do you not own food?”

Robert froze.  “I just- I don’t- I don’t like shopping.  C’mon, hurry up.  We gotta go.”

Courtney took one last troubled look at the bare cabinet before slamming it shut.  It bothered her, but the prospect of Waterboy in the trunk of a stranger’s car alarmed her more.  A heavy knock on the door signaled Royd’s arrival and she followed Robert out the door, heart pounding in her throat, joint forgotten on the counter.

Chapter 3 | ao3 completed fic (29k words)

[lunista-lou]

What if Robert had Jinx/Powder backstory?

Fire and smoke everywhere.

There was nothing but little left from the Brave Brigade headquarters,

Chase tried his best to carry Robbie to a safe place, but his broken leg and the smoke inhalation were a terrible foe.

Robbie used his own body to protect him from the explosion, how could he not noticed that before him? The pain got him and fell hard into the ground, Robbie groaned in pain and looked at him.

Robbie's body was covered in cuts and blood, missing his left arm and leg, the left side of his face was burned and scarred, somehow he was still conscious, was his willing to fight for his life or was he just too stubborn die? Who knows.

-Chase… k… kid…-He tried to speak.

Chase looked at him, tears running down his face nonstop.

-Take… care… of Robert…-His last breath as a single tear run down his only eye left, leaving this world and the pain on it.

He couldn't believe it, he almost couldn't breath, they were dead, they were ALL dead, his team, his friends, his family, he just spoke to Robbie 5 minutes ago, asking him about… What did he asked him? He can't remember, everything went to hell so fast. He could only think of getting them out of there.

Oh god… What will he tell Robert!? His dad was dead, the Brigade was gone, the mech suit nowhere to be found, his mind went a thousand miles per second, but his body could only release a single wail of pain and despair, he screamed till he couldn't scream anymore and fell on top of Robbie.

It felt like an eternity when he suddenly heard a voice… Robert!? what the hell was he doing in here!? Is he okay!? Is he hurt!? Is he…?!

-It worked!-Robert excitedly said, running towards him.

What?

-Chase, did you see me, someone tried to break in but my mini mech-bomb finally worked!- His excitement blinded him until he saw around him. There were burned debris anywhere he looked, the smoke was starting to make him feel sick.

-You… You… did this…?- Chase whispered in shock. -Why? Why did you do this?- He couldn't believe it. Little Robert caused this? All of this?

-I… I… I didn't… I just-just… just wanted… to save you guys…-Robert looked pass Chase and saw his dad's corpse, he took a step back and then he looked at his left, there was a hand with a blue glove, it was Vitalia's, only her hand… Where was… Where was the rest of…

-I only wanted to help…-He sobbed. What had he done?-I only wanted to help. I only wanted to help… I only wanted to help… I only wanted to help! I only wanted to help!! I ONLY WANTED TO HELP!!! I ONLY WANTED TO HELP!!!-He repeated almost madly, trying his best to convince himself that it wasn't his fault, that this was a dream he'll soon wake up from.

-I told you to stay… away…-Chase told him that he was too young, that his little experiments needed work, that it would be too dangerous. But he didn't listen, he didn't listen and now they're all dead. He almost saw red. All of this because he couldn't listen…

-I TOLD YOU! TO STAY! AWAY!!-Chase slapped him across his face furious, how could he do something so stupid!? This wasn't a simple mistake, this was a catastrophe!

-WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!-Robert wail in pain, he just wanted to help…

Chase grabbed him by the hair and angrily shouted:

-BECAUSE YOU!! ARE!! A CURSE!!! Do you hear me!!? YOU are a Jinx! -He didn't really meaned that but he couldn't help himself, he was just too mad to think straight.

-Chase, please!-A thin line of blood fall of the kid's nose. That snapped him out of his fury, he looked at his hand, there was blood on it, Robert´s blood, his hand started shaking and didn't stop, he breathed heavily and felt everything was numb. He didn't wanted to hurt him, he was just angry and… And… He still was, he looked at Robert's face and he still felt mad. He can't hurt him again, he had to leave, so he did.

Robert covered his face thinking Chase was going to hit him again, but a trail of light caught his eye, Chase was leaving him.

-CHASE! Chase come back!! Please come back!!-He desperately cried.-PLEASE!!!, i need you!! Please, Chase i need you please!!!-

He run. Chase run as fast as he ever did, he just couldn't face him right now, he needed to clear his mind, it ill be just a second, Robert will still be there, he will apologize, they would figure something out, but right now, he just needed to run.

-Chase….¡¡CHASE!! Please!!!…-The kid fell on his knees, sobbing uncontrollably, he didn't mean to do this. He just wanted to help… He just wanted to help… He just wanted to help…

Elliot appeared out of a wall with some of his men, he hired them to help him find the Mech and HIS Astral Pulse, he saw his honorary nephew on the ground, he was still alive.

-Robert… You're okay…-He slowly approached him.-Where is Chase?…-If he was still alive, it could be a problem.

Robert stop crying for a second, Uncle Elliot was alive, he looked up and saw him with some other people, they all had umbrellas and the same red light thingies Elliot has. But where was he? Why wasn't he here? Why did his dad died but he was alive? Why is he here now? Why did Chase had to leave him? Why…?

He was mad, he was sad, he was tired of everything and he wanted to hit something. He jumped at Elliot and hit him weakly with his fists, and keep hitting him until the stress and exhaustion made him stop, he hugged his uncle crying, everything was ruined and it was his fault.

The other henchmen looked at the scene, some unsure in what to do, others impressed of the kids audacity, others worried because… Is Elliot going to kill the kid?…

Elliot kept looking at the crying child in his chest, he calculated Robert's reaction and was prepared for it, but it still hit him a bit harder than expected.

-He left me…-Sobbed -He left me…-

Elliot looked at the remains of the headquarters, Robbie's dead body was there and he felt a bittersweet sensation, that lying bastard was dead and so were the other who were too scared to contradict him, but… He still can recall some good times with them, they used to be his friends after all.

He looked down again and raised his hand, it could be very easy to kill him, to end the Mecha Man bloodline once and for all, to get rid of any possible varieties in his plans…

Why couldn't he?…

He lowered his arms and hugged Robert, right now he was in an emotional train wreck, he would be very easy to manipulate, he would see him as everything he has left, as the only one who cared… And what better way to kill the Mecha Man legacy, but to keep it alive and tarnish it with a villain Mecha Man.

And right now, he couldn't help but see himself in this kid, throw away, alone, such a brilliant mind, a small feeling of guilt came over him.

Since it was him who altered the bomb.

-Its okay…-Elliot whispered-We'll show them… WE will show them all-He hold him tight.

Robert kept crying, but he frowned on Elliot's coat, he only wanted to help, now everyone was gone. Only uncle Elliot was here, not like Chase, he ran, he ran when he needed him most, he begged and scream but he just ran away from him.

He was NOT his brother anymore.

Robert is around 11-12 in this AU. The voting happened a few years early and Shroud made some connections early as well.