Robert Robertson x reader who runs really. really cold. || 350 words
Early in your guys’ marriage, you had asked Robert if he wanted to shower with you. To save money on your water bill and what not. Robert was all too excited to join, and all but dashed into the huge bathroom you two shared. A huge change from his tiny ass apartment bathroom that barely had space to walk. However, the moment he stepped into the shower, he felt every single one of his nerves burning up.
‘What the fuck!?’ He clambered out of the shower, you flinched. ‘‘Why is the water fuckin’ boiling?’ He sucked in his breath, grabbing one of the towels to dry himself off.
You hum, turning the water off and peeking over the shower curtain. ‘It’s the temperature I always use,’ You respond.
‘What, to soft boil your skin?’
‘No, to shower,’ you deadpan. ‘Just shower after me if you have a problem.’ You pull the shower curtain closed, turning the water back on.
Robert sighs, standing in the bathroom, contemplating his decision. If he didn't apologise or come into the shower with you, you'd likely hate him forever. Or at least for the next hour.
He inched closer to the curtain. ‘I can hear you coming, don't try and scare me, Rob.’ You scold.
‘I’m not scaring you, I'm coming in.’ He stopped just short of the shower and reluctantly pulled the curtain open, sucking in a breath and stepping inside.
‘Why are you shivering?’ He blinked, noticing how the water was only a bit cooler.
‘I turned the temperature down so you wouldn't throw a hissy fit.’
‘Well, you didn't have to do that.’
‘Great, I'll turn it back up then.’ You reach your hand towards the tap, only for Robert to grab your wrist before you reach it.
‘Leave it, ‘s fine like this.’
The two of you ended up having the worst shower of your lives. The water was too cold for you, too hot for Robert. Cross that out of the list of newlywed activities you two had tried. And were not going to try again anytime soon.
please someone write a dispatch fic, specifically watermech (or steam machine im not picky) but set during Christmas time cuz I NEED to read abt jolly waterboy and festive Robert shenanigans and just Christmas at sdn in general
i love that i meant to write a fic about waterboy and robert nesting and now it's just full of angst. what the fuck. why is he so fucking SAD??? and now you all get to see it too because i need someone to fucking scream with me
CW: omegaverse, both robert and waterboy are omegas, angst, hurt/comfort (though there's not a lot of comfort sorry) minor violence/injury references, spoilers for dispatch
"You don't have to do this, you know."
"Do what? Be nice to you?" It stings just the way he intends it to, Waterboy flinching and taking a shaky step back. There's water pooling down his chin, caught on his fingers. Pretty in the fluorescent lights; it almost reminds him of—of something he definitely doesn't need to be thinking about. Especially at work. Especially with Waterboy. Kid deserves better than him, some washed up, pathetic excuse of an Omega. He's pretty enough that he could get any Alpha he wanted enough (and fuck, does the thought make something heated and possessive curl within his stomach. The Alpha his dad wanted him to be, all gnashing teeth and nails digging into dirt, clawing a hole for himself to bury himself in and pretend it isn't a grave. Huh. Maybe more of Astral rubbed off on him than he thought).
Waterboy doesn't say anything, but he does nod. Once, jerky, like he really didn't mean to do it at all. But he's caught in the truth of it, pinned by his gaze. Chest rising and falling like a scared rabbit. He wonders if Waterboy feels safe, in his jaws. Or if he's just another thing taking advantage of the man's gentle nature? Pushing where he knows he shouldn't, traipsing into territory he knows he shouldn't with all the grace of a drunken bear. If he smoked, he'd be like that damn bear that joined the Polish military. At least he got to live out the rest of his days in a zoo. And what does he get instead? A fucking circus. Not even—at least you can get peanuts at the damn circus.
But Waterboy has enough hope that things are still good behind the scenes, and even though he knows that illusion is going to shatter the second they step through the threshold of his apartment, there's something in it that warms his entire life. Makes him want to reach toward that guiding star, uncaring of how damn badly Polaris is going to burn his hand as he clings to the one thing that might somehow lead him home. "There's one thing you really ought to know about me, Waterboy."
"Sir?"
"Being good—being good to you—that's the kind of shit I'm wired for. It's who I am. So don't you ever look at me say you don't deserve it. Everyone deserves the chance to be good. To do good. To feel good. These little acts of heroism? They do a hell of a fucking lot in the grand scheme of saving a life. Because one day you're going to look back and see all the fucking hands that held you up long enough that you could rise and see that view from the top." His gaze turns to Chase's desk, and Waterboy's gaze follows.
And then, riding that razor's edge of accusatory and concerned, Waterboy asks, "And who's holding you?"
"I've already seen the view, kid. There's nothing left for me to see. I've had my fill of it; now it's time to help the rest of you see yours."
"I don't—don't think you have, sir. Robert." Waterboy straightens. Sometimes he forgets how tall the other man is, with how he's constantly trying to make himself smaller.
He looks up and grins, sharp. "This is the kind of shit I'm talking about, kid. The view of you looks better from down here."
"It's not a view worth saying if you can't see it with me."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"I wouldn't—the team wouldn't—without you, we're…" Waterboy snarls; it's an angry, heated thing. His scent lashes out like a summer storm; ozone and lilies crushed underfoot by the people racing to get away from the devastation. Or the fools like him, running towards it without abandon. Grinning, wide, alive at the first strike of lightening as Waterboy's fists clench. "I don't want to be in a Z-Team that doesn't have you as the Dispatcher. And I know they feel the same."
"You see Mecha Man when you look at me. Your lenses are rose-tinted. You better take 'em off before they shatter, Waterboy. Picking glass out of your own face is a pain."
Waterboy's face crumples and rebuilds into something sharper. His scent is a tidal way; the steady drip, drip, drip, of the water the ticking of a time-bomb. His own breath feels caught in his throat; he hears his heart thudding in his ears. "Don't," he says, voice devastatingly quiet. "Please."
"Don't what, kid? Tell you the truth? Better you hear it from me and have time to process it before you're forced to live it. The glory days of Mecha Man? They're long gone. I'm just Robert. The sooner we accept that, the easier it'll be."
He sees the kid coming from a mile away, and does nothing to stop it. Lets Waterboy take two fistfuls of his shirt, shuddering at the feel of it on his skin. Lets his hands curl around his forearms, steadying himself as Waterboy hauls him up. He's panting, trembling; his scent is wrecked, and it's not angry anymore. It's sad. It a funeral precession; dirt and florals and rainwater so slick you can barely walk a step without risking falling deeper into the muck. "Don't fucking talk about my hero like that," Waterboy snaps, tears at the corners of his eyes.
"Your hero is dead, kid."
"No. No, he's not." Fingers curling deeper, fangs bared. "He's right here. I see him. I'm holding him."
"You're holding the shell that held him. There's nothing in here but broken bones and a dead man's legacy, Waterboy, and the shell couldn't even support that."
fic recommendations of Danny Fenton moving to Los Angeles and meet the local SDN Branch Heroes.
You're my ward now I guess by Glitch_Key
Robert comes home after a long day only to find a random teenager in his apartment.
After running away from Amity Park to save his life, Danny finds himself in LA and in the apartment of an overworked office drone.
Now Danny is in Robert's care until they figure out what the hell is up with the teen and keep him safe. (AKA Robert becomes a dad and Danny gets a parent figure that actually listens to him)
FANDOM: Danny Phantom x Dispatch
PAIRING: Danny Fenton & Robert Robertson III; Danny Fenton & The Z Team
SITE: Archive of Our Own
STATUS: Ongoing
You're my ward now I guess: Side Stories by Glitch_Key
A collection of little filler episodes of "You're my ward now I guess".
FANDOM: Danny Phantom x Dispatch
PAIRING: Danny Fenton & Robert Robertson III; Danny Fenton & The Z Team
SITE: Archive of Our Own
STATUS: Complete | CHAPTERS: 5/5
ACAB does not include superheros by unorthodox_gob
After a call about a shoplifter, a string of events lead to a certain group of former villains and current heroes in taking down a branch of government.
With getting close to new heroes, fixing up past mistakes, and Robert being forced to take care of himself.|
Aka, the danny phantom fandom has another crossover and is adopted by different heroes this time.
FANDOM: Danny Phantom x Dispatch
PAIRING: Danny Fenton & Chase; Danny Fenton & The Z Team
SITE: Archive of Our Own
STATUS: Ongoing
hi dispatch friends. i don’t usually post links to my fics on here because i get embarrassed lol but a few weeks ago i wrote and posted an invisimech (courtney x robert) fic on ao3 if you wanted to check it out. it’s alternate universe where courtney is in a rock band and is dealing with her addictions, with her biggest one being robert. it features a lot of angst, smut and some other trigger warnings in the preface if you’re unsure.
Robert with a protective s/o? (I can't be the only one who wanted to slug Invisigal when she hit him, right?)
a/n: man some of the things invisigal did genuinely made my blood boil... idk i just dont like her as a romantic interest bc it gets to a point where you're like. girl. you're a grown woman. act like one tf 🤣🤣 i havent done blazers route yet tho so..
warnings: semi descriptive depiction of getting punched in the face, reader is a superhero
"Scared? Good, fuck you."
Robert already knew he was going to slam into the ground when Invisigal's fist made contact with the side of his cheek. A warm gush of blood spewed from his nose, splattering along the back of his chair.
The impact from landing on the floor never came. Instead, he felt a hand on the back of his head and one on the small of his spine holding him up. He looked to his left and saw you. Of course. With a venomous glare directed towards Invisigal, who was lingering over him.
You set him down against the wall in one smooth motion. "Invisigal." You bring yourself to your feet. "What the hell is wrong with you?" You tighten your jaw, to divert the pent up energy in your fists.
"Your boyfriend is a piece of shit." She retorts. "Seriously! I did my job just fine–"
"No, you disobeyed a direct order."
"What is this, the army? I don't have the permission to do what I want?"
You exhale sharply. "No. Simply put, you don't. When you're on the clock, you listen to your dispatcher. You could've gotten Thunderstruck if you just–" you throw your hands up. "If you just fucking listened!"
Robert pushed himself off the floor, pressing the back of his hand against his bleeding nose. You pass him a handkerchief without looking.
"I did listen. His orders were shit! Granny would have died if I didn't disarm him. Isn't preventing a civilian death more important than getting the bad guy?"
"He wouldn't have died. If you just listened to Robert you could've gotten Thunderstruck–" Sonar fired up his blender again, drowning out your voice. "Stop that. Now." You order. Sonar looks up at you. "Sonar seriously, I swear to God I will skin you alive and sell your fur on Ebay if you don't turn that fucking blender off." The sound stopped. You turn back to Invisigal. "How do you expect to be a hero when you can't listen to the guy that's actively trying to help you? This isn't fucking daycare, Invisigal, you cant just do whatever you want and expect zero repercussions."
Robert says your name, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to pull you away from Invisigal before you hit her. You shrug him off.
"Not only did you mess up the mission, lose Thunderstruck, cause a controversy against the SDN, but you then came back, expected Robert to be nice to you and then punched him when he didn't say what you wanted to hear." Robert sighed, watching you with a dazed expression. Likely from getting hit. "He could have gotten a concussion!"
"What are you, his mother?" Her voice sounded weaker now. And in the sensible corner of your mind, you would've stopped.
You narrow your eyes. "This is going on your record. You're a part of a team, Invisigal. So grow up and get over yourself or get fired."
Invisigal clicks her tongue, taking a puff of her inhaler before disappearing. The break room door swung open, and slammed behind her invisible form with a force strong enough to make the glass wall shake.
You exhale, finally letting go of the surge of anger that caged your brain. You turn back to Robert, giving him a look over. "You okay? Did you get a concussion? Does anything hurt?" You hold his face in your hands, gently dabbing at his nose with the handkerchief.
"Not– Not concussed. Just dizzy." He grits his teeth. "You shouldn't have done that."
You give him a look he couldn't quite place. You grabbed some ice from the freezer and wrapped it in the handkerchief, pressing it against his nose. "Hold it."
"You gonna eat those twinks?"
You startle, brows furrowed in confusion as you turn to Sonar. "That's not what they're called." You and Robert say at the same time.
"Take them. It's fine." You glanced at Robert. Sonar took the smushed twinkies and walked out of the break room.
"You can't let them boss you around. Alright? You need to hold your ground. You can't be getting hurt like this, not after a four month coma." Your voice softens at the end. "You're–"
"I'll be fine." He tries to give you a reassuring smile. "Nothing I haven't dealt with before." You look at him warily. "You don't need to keep saving me."
"I do." Because you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you didn't. "You should've fought back, or gotten mad, or done something." You look away from him, at the table.
Robert says your name again. Softer. Trying to coax you into looking at him again. "Look. They need to respect me to listen to me, alright? I can fix my own messes. Relax." His hands go up to your shoulders, and you immediately relax them, spine curling forward into a slight slouch.
"Just... let me take you to the infirmary." You look at him, pleading.
"How could I ever deny you?" He chuckles, removing the handkerchief from his nose for a second to plant a kiss on your forehead.
