Z-team's reaction to finding out you're real

Pairing: Robert Robertson x Fem Reader

Notes: Takes place a few weeks after they defeat Shroud, assuming that SDN is rebuilt and they keep doing their Z-team thing! Also, I’m editing this the day after, I don’t know why I said GN reader at first when I literally use the word “women” later on 🫩 Very sorry about that

  • Invisigal heard Robert end a phone call with "Okay, I love you" once and could not tell what his tone was
  • She told Z-team and everyone immediately started making bets
  • Flambae had bet that it was just his mom on the phone
  • "His mom is dead you dumb bitch," is what Prism said. She thinks that Invisigal misheard him because who would want to take the last name 'Robertson' in the future?
  • Punch-up tries to defend Robert, and by try I mean he laughed and said something along the lines of "Betting on this is useless guys, stop betting and get your nose out o' his life"
  • Waterboy actually tries defending Robert, but no one listened
  • Everyone bugs Sonar to see if he ever heard anything while Robert was on the phone, but he says no. No one knows if he's lying or not
  • Coupe is ignoring the entire thing because she thinks it is 'useless to bet as if anyone would go for Robert'
  • Phenomaman is genuinely just ignoring the betting
  • THEN the conversation turned into 'Do women even go for Robert?'

hi i’ve 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 you’ll 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 weren’t used to.

you're so kind and thoughtful to everyone, even with the more colder and ruder personalities. you’re always willing to help and listen, making sure everyone is taken care of and feels seen but you also don’t push too hard.

you simply do the best you can with what you’re given.

but make no mistake, just cause you’re a sweetheart doesn’t mean that you’re also a doormat. you’ve had your fair share of having to be cold and stern with certain people.

although those moments are definitely rare, they’re not unfamiliar to you.

there’s 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 don’t know how powerful you are.

anytime they try to ask and pry they’re 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 you’ve 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 you’ve 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 don’t 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 doesn’t penetrate your skin. for a moment they look confused.

that’s when they realize the change in your appearance. they couldn’t 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.

you’re 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 doesn’t work of course. it breaks but it doesn’t 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.

you’re not just beating the villains that are attacking you, you’re 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 who’s chest is probably caved in.

now you’re sat outside of this fast food place you don’t 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 didn’t like using your power was because it took a fuck ton of energy out of you. you wouldn’t be surprised if you end up oversleeping tomorrow. or just not going to work at all.

you’re brought back to reality when you realize someone was calling your name.

“why did you never became a hero? with that lil power of yours, you’re basically a human shield” 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 wasn’t 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 weren’t the biggest reasons you decided to not become a hero.

after taking a sip of your drink, you bluntly answer.

“i hate violence”

they all stare at you, waiting for you to elaborate further before realizing that you weren’t 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? they’re grateful that your a sweetheart.

uuuuhhhh i didn’t 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!!!!

જ⁀➴ synopsis: messy makeouts are the cure to your boyfriends jaded soul.
જ⁀➴ contents: established relationship, suggestive, the suit stays on, slight nipple play, clothed sex, kinda sweet, my smut is rusty, sorta short, I need him oml, 18+

જ⁀➴ idk man he’s turned me feral ig. hope you enjoy my loves!

“Babe- fuck- if you’re gonna grind on me fucking do it, stop with the teasing.” His words come out all gruff and muffled against your jaw as his gloved hands squeeze at your ass, pressing you down against him with a choked noise that catches pathetically in his throat.

“I don’t wanna ruin your suit,” you reply sweetly, as if you hadn't imagined this exact scenario the first time you had seen him in it. he chuckles faintly at your words, knowing damn well how dirty your mind is despite the cute little innocent act you had going on.

Robert reaches a hand up to curl his fingers around your jaw, pulling you closer to him until his lips press against yours— grinning against your mouth as you wiggle a little on his lap, hands grasping at his shoulders.

“You think I care about the damn suit right now?”

You go to answer, but he only kisses you deeper, tongue pushing past your lips, fingers slipping into your hair before murmuring: “rhetorical question, sweetheart. I don’t care, just keep moving your hips.”

robert's babe of a wife

pairing : robert robertson iii x fem!reader

summary : the z-team meets robert's pregnant wife for the first time.

word count : 0.6k words

notes : i'm still in love with robert. can you tell i have baby fever and am probably ovulating? this is also not connected to the 'what a beautifully fucked up first day' fic i wrote.

˖⁺ ⋆distracting robert after a rough day

pairing: robert robertson x fem!reader. cw: fluff, mildly sexually suggestive notes: yes your honor, i am already unhealthily attached to yet another sad-eyed, sarcastic, semi submissive loser with a soft heart. sue me!!! read on ao3

The couch dips as Robert settles beside you, hair still damp from the shower. He smells like soap and clean cotton now, remenants of the city and sweat scrubbed off his skin. You curl into his side without thinking, your head finding that familiar spot against his chest as you scroll on your phone.

He sighs.

You feel it more than hear it—his chest deflating, the tightness of tension that hasn't left with his breath. You know that sigh. He's back there, replaying whatever went wrong today frame by frame.

"Hey." You tilt your head to look up at him, tossing your phone aside. "Don't think about it."

Left Out Details

Robert Robertson x Reader
(girlfriend used/female reader)
Summary: So Robert leaves out some details about his personal life from the chaos that is the Z-Team, they had no need to know... Until now
I'm gonna be honest I couldn't really find a good place to put the powers part, so I just tried to sprinkle in that the reader is a hero.
I DO NOT CONDONE REPOSTING/USING NY FANFICTION FOR ANYTHING. NO ONE HAS PERMISSION TO USE MY FICS FOR C.AI. FUCK OFF.

Honestly, Robert didn't see the need to tell anyone. All they needed to know was that he was there to help them, and if they really pressured him he'd tell them about Beef. It wasn't like he wanted to keep it a secret, he just wanted to keep his life as private as he possibly could. What did they need to know anyways.

Hope Bite

Pairing: Robert Robertson x Ex-villain!Reader

Summary: You've got a problem: you want your sort-of-boss. He has a terrible name, he's a retired hero, and you're pretty sure that your actual boss might have feelings for him, and yet you can't manage to get him out of your head. And the unexpected friendship you've made with him over lunch certainly isn't helping your case, either.

Content: 22.2k words. AFAB, female pronouns, 18+, MDI, reader is low-key a pervert (just a tad), she's down bad (so is Robert). Vampiric abilities. Canon typical swearing. They're both switches. Scent kink, voice kink, P in V, creampie, oral (f!receiving), cowgirl, male whimpering.

Notes: this is probably one of the most random characters to ever pull me from the dredges of writers block, but he's so depressed, I want him to wear me like a puppet. Divider made by @deltamel, gif made by @deadpoolian. Not fully proofread, but bear with me. Part Two.

You should be paying attention. You should be working. There's a stack of mission reports on the table, piled up, almost four inches thick, unfiled, unsigned, waiting for you to finally put pen to paper and work through them, but you haven't even started yet. You should get to it while most of the details are still fresh inside your head, vivid enough for quick recall before they expire and become murky enough to cause you trouble. You can't get yourself to move though. 

Your fingers tighten around the ballpoint pen in your hand, fitting in a tight squeeze around the plastic like the friction against your skin might save you. Like it might break you out of the trance you seem to be in. You aren't completely a lost cause. You aren't just blatantly staring like some kind of creep, you're only occasionally . . . staring. You do know how to compose yourself — if just barely. 

The others would eat you alive if they could see you now. Chew you up and spit you out while laughing like a pack of demented hyenas. You could practically hear them cackling, voices overlapping and echoing in a brutal delight. Not that you would entirely blame them. You'd probably do the same if you were looking at yourself from the other perspective. 

Mmmm… fucking Robert in the janitors closet at work because he just looked so pretty that day. Your cock rammed into his hole and he practically screamed into your hand (if you didn’t cover his mouth you both would definitely be getting caught). Your other hand was up his shirt, doing very little to support his body from falling down the wall. If anything all you were doing with said hand was running it up and down his chest and teasing him. His noises vibrated your palm, you noticed that they got more frequent.

This time, you decided you’d let him cum. Otherwise he’d be pissy throughout the whole day. Whether it be with you or basically anyone. Your hand slipped from his mouth and down to his cock. You made sure to tell him to keep quiet as best as he could. Wrapping your hand around his cock, he jerked— mouth immediately opening for a gasp. “Shh..” you didn’t want to take any chances.

When Robert got back to his desk from his “break”, he seemed a lot happier than the last time Z-Team had seen him. They got to thinking and, of course, placed their bets onto what happened.