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Dispatch Flambert Soulmate Fic [#You're Under My Skin]

Dispatch Flambert 5 times Fic [#It's Not That Gay If You Think About It]

Ideas/Thoughts/Random Stuff [#Word Vomit]

Spidey/Deadpool Angst [#No Hero Coming]

Flambae/Robert Break up. Not a full fic just random notes [#Flambert Breakup]

Saints Row stuff [#Saints row]

Side Note:

I'm thinking of setting up a Ko-fi. I kinda want to do some nsfw art for some of my fics

[bit embarrassed about that since I havent posted nsfw art before. Unless you count that one of Flambae in the pod but it doesn't really show any private parts]

But I'm still figuring stuff out. Also still post censored versions on here.

I also wanna start up a Ko-fi because it'd be nice to have a bit of pocket money but I'm unsure on how to price things.

Robert doesn't deal with losing the suit well.

He's been Mecha man ever since he's lost his father, he doesn't know how to be Robert anymore.

During the scene at Crypto after getting kicked out he ends up bumping into Flambae again outside. Except this time their fighting leads to fucking. Because frankly Robert needs some sort of outlet after the things he's been dealing with.

Everything comes off except the mask, Flambae doesn't care much since it's probably just a secret identity thing. But he probably still makes a snide comment about it not mattering since he's not MechaMan anymore, just to take a dig at him.

When they finish Flambae burns his handprint into Roberts side which obviously hurts, but he'll be damned if MechaMan forgets him now. (Robert might punch him for this)

The whole thing is revenge and dominance on Flambaes part, he isn't 100% what it is on Roberts part, likely assuming it's either a kink or he just needed to get laid.

But for Robert it's a distraction and a way to still feel like MechaMan. He probably regrets sleeping with Flambae though.

As amazing as it feels to have gotten back at the man who threw him in prison, seeing Roberts fucked up body and how he limps afterwards does make Flambae feel a little bad.

He offers to let Robert stay the night, or at least let him call an Robert an Uber. But Robert doesn't accept and just leaves, hoping to never see him again.

Then comes working for SDN where he sadly does see Flambae again, though he pretends he hadn't hooked up with him

He also sees Chase! Who literally has to yank the mask off his face just to see his freckle face boy again. Because yes, he's working as a dispatcher as MechaMan, not as Robert.

It's a rough start, Flambae is still going through a power trip and being a dick (I'ma say he hasn't told anyone yet about them hooking up, was probably planning to but MechaMan becoming his dispatcher made him hold off)

He wants MechaMan to quit. He even suggests letting it slip to Blond Blazer that they've hooked up but that probably wouldn't do anything since HR doesn't actually exist and it happened before Robert worked there.

He'll try to hold it over Roberts head, offering his silence for favors, possibly suggesting hooking up again, which comes off in a blackmaily way to Robert but was meant to be a flirty offer from Flambae.

Robert shuts it all down, saying he's not gonna sleep with a coworker for one, and for two sleeping with Flambae was a dumb one time thing and he tells it to his face. So Flambae can tell whoever he likes

(Flambae might tell the team, think it'll stay within the team though. And Robert probably gets snarky about it and makes up lies about what Flambaes like in bed as payback. Flambae having to shut up about it if he doesn't want to continue being mocked)

Visi shoots her shot too but gets the same answer about not sleeping with coworkers.

Skipping to the house party.

When Visi leaves Robert follows to make sure she doesn't do something stupid. So he pretty much pushes past Flambae at the door who showed up late.

Everyone decides to leaves since the party is over. Flambae is the one to find Chase sitting on the sidewalk.

They actually have a somewhat okay relationship, they're not close but Chase doesn't hate him as much as the rest because Flambae can actually be a decent hero at times.

F: what's up with you?

C: family stuff

Flambae sits next to him.

F: Yeah, I get that.

They talk about Flambaes niece and Chase talks about how Roberts his sorta nephew. He probably lets slip Roberts name but Flambae will probably keep that to himself, unless he wants to pick on Robert in private with it

Chase talks about how he's worried since Roberts really lost himself to being MechaMan, that he has to pry the mask off him just to see his face, that Robert didn't even want to be MechaMan when he was a kid but didn't get the chance to dream about being anything else.

C: He didn't want to be MechaMan when he was younger, didn't even like the mech that much, kept his dad away.

F: what did he want to be then?

C: ya know.. I don't think he really got the chance to want to be anything, Robbie decided what he was going to be for him.

F: Yeesh. Not a big fan of this Robbie guy.

C: he was a good man. Just not a very good father. Or friend.

There is some stuff that Chase keeps his mouth shut about, knowing he already exposed way more than he should have to Flambae.

Flambae walks him back up to the apartment so Chase can watch Beef, and he thanks Flambae for listening to him and asks him not to talk about it to anyone, especially not Robert.

When they get up there they see the computer flashing.

Visi sending a distress call.

Visi being able to turn invisible made it a bit difficult to stop her from doing something stupid. He knew where she was going though. It ended up as a team effort but they got to the pulse.

That is until shroud showed up.

Robert got Visi her inhaler and didn't intend to go after Shroud, getting his injured coworker to safety was the priority now.

But Shroud just kept goading him.. and his anger won out.

When Shroud was done with him, he was a bloody mess. Visi had to call for help because she was sure Robert would die without medical attention.

Flambae was the one to fly there when they heard what happened through the computer at Roberts place.

Robert woke up in SDNs infirmary.

Thankfully he was fine, Visi got most of the blame anyways, but she also got the pulse which made up for it.

Chase was livid though. For obvious reasons.

Robert had gone to thank Flambae for the save, only to be lectured by Flambae of all people. Having the nerve to tell Robert to act better towards Chase too, as if he was buddy buddy with Roberts uncle!

They wouldn't be buddy buddy if Chase knew what happened at Crypto night, and now Roberts the one holding it over Flambaes head, threatening him to stay away from Chase and mind his own business when it comes to Roberts personal life.

Big step back from whatever little progress they've made together.

That's all I got.

If anyone wants to do this go for it. I really like the idea but I don't think I'm going to do it because I already have a similar fic in mind where Robert gets amnesia and forgets every memory he has of being Robert and only remembers being MechaMan.

Robert would have loved to take that bot back to the lab and review its tech with Royd, but Flambae had made sure there wasn’t much left of the bot to review after Robert had mentioned taking it back to show Royd.

He was probably being petty because Robert accidentally swatted him out of the air during the fight.

“Come on. You’re not still mad at me are you?”

Robert followed after Flambae. They were walking out of the hanger, heading back towards the offices. Flambae was still walking a bit quicker than Robert.

Flambae finally stopped, hands on his hips.

“You swatted me. Like a FLY Bobert.”

Robert walked right up to him.

“I said I was sorry, it was an accident.”

Flambae turned his head away with a huff. Robert could tell he was just being petty instead of actually being mad. Robert went along with it anyways.

“Alright. How should I make it up to you?”

Flambae barely hid his smirk. He took a moment to think about what he wanted, even though he clearly had something in mind already.

“Dinner? Not the usual places though. I wanna go to this Mexican restaurant that my family and I went to recently. It was disgustingly good. Almost needed to be carried out good.”

Robert thought about it. He should say no, pick something else. Or at least invite someone else if not the whole team with him. He let out a sigh.

“You driving?”

“Since when do I not?”

Flambae crossed his arms, smirk taking up most of his face already knowing he won.

Robert smiled.

“Well alright then. No funny business though.”

Flambae gave a mocked gasp and tutted at him.

“What? Just cause I’m gay you think I’m gonna make a move on you? That’s low Bob Bob”

Robert rolled his eyes, struggling to fight his smile from growing.

“Yeah. That’s totally why. Just very homophobic. Not at all because it’s been roughly a month since you last asked me out.”

Flambae shrugged.

“It’s tradition at this point.”

He reached out and patted Roberts head, his cowel luckily protecting his hair from getting ruffled.

“Don’t worry Bob Bob. Just want dinner. Then you can go back to your round dog and sad apartment.”

Robert huffed and brushed past him.

“I’ll see you later Flambae.”

The work day went by pretty quick.

Usually Robert stayed behind to get some extra work done unless someone dragged him out of the office.

Tonight though since he had somewhere to be, Robert packed up along with everyone else.

“Mind looking after Beef for a bit?”

Robert turned to Chase, Beef in his arms.

Chase didn’t hesitate to scoop up the pup from Robert.

“That’s a stupid ass question. Don’t bother coming by to pick him up he’s staying the night.”

Robert shook his head fondly.

“Right, shouldn’t have asked.”

“Where you going anyways? Night out with the team again? I’m happy you’re getting out more but you should take the time to catch up on some sleep.”

Chase walked along side Robert, still carrying Beef as if the pup couldn’t walk for himself.

“Uh.. Sorta. Just grabbing dinner with Flambae.”

Chase stopped walking. Robert immediately regretted opening his mouth.

“I’m not—”

“Robert. It is okay to like men-”

Chase was cut off by Roberts groan.

“Going to dinner with Flambae doesn’t mean I like men Unc.”

“You know what? I’m staying out of it. You can figure your shit out on your own.”

Chase just shook his head and continued his way out with Beef.

It was getting kind of tiring having to defend his relationship with Flambae. So what if Flambae had a bit of a crush on him? That doesn’t mean they can’t still hang out! Plus he’s pretty sure Flambae got over the crush a while ago, it’s mostly just a bit now.

With the Z-team, whenever they made jokes about it, Robert would lean into it. But Chase always took it too seriously, as if he knew Robert better than Robert knew himself.

He made his way to the parking lot

“Yo!”

Flambae called out to him. He was leaning on his firebird, clearly waiting for Robert.

Robert smiled and made his way over to the passenger side.

“Didn’t keep you waiting too long did I?”

“Nope. What’s up with Chase by the way. He just looked at me and shook his head when he passed by?”

Flambae slipped into the drivers side.

Robert settled into his seat.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just being a weird old man.”

They made it to the restaurant and Flambae was right, the place was amazing. The food was to die for, and the interior was warm and cozy.

They also served drinks. Which Robert really shouldn’t have, he has work tomorrow. Plus drunk him alone with Flambae is never good.

But they were having a good time.. Robert was listening to Flambae rambled about everything and anything, but he always made sure to listen to Robert talk too.

Robert didn’t think he had much to talk about until the ball got rolling, then he was also talking about anything and everything. From Beef taking a shit on someones lawn to nerdy stuff he gets up to in the lab.

They ribbed and teased each other throughout.

Eventually Flambae ordered a shot, so of course Robert had to have one too. Just one though.

Flambae had a couple more, his tolerance being pretty high.

Robert ended up stealing a few because a few more couldn’t hurt, he’s not driving anyways. And Flambaes body burns through alcohol pretty quick.

“Shit. Has it already been two hours? I didn’t realizing we were talking that long.”

Robert had checked his phone for the time and realized how late it had gotten.

“You probably spent one of those hours talking about your weird obsession with your dog.”

Flambae elbowed him.

They should get going..

But the waitress just brought another try of complementary nachos.. And Flambae just ordered himself a drink.

They could chat a bit longer. Finish their last tray of nachos and dip before the waitress can bring more over.

Robert was pleasantly buzzed, but apparently that wasn’t enough because he was eyeing the grasshopper drink Flambae was was sipping.

Flambae noticed right away and slid it over to him with a fond smile.

“Want a sip?”

Robert simply leaned over and took a long sip. Flambae was fine with sharing his drink, but he did have to snatch it back at one point because Robert was getting greedy.

Flambae pulled the drink away.

“Slow down there Bob Bob, you’re starting to get sloppy.”

Robert scooted closer, trying to get the drink back.

“Don’t you usually drink harder stuff? Lemme finish it. I’ll buy you another.”

Flambae lifted the drink higher, holding Robert back with one arm. Robert slumped against his side, already starting to get snarky and sulky.

“Ah ah. You’re already starting on your shit. You’re officially cut off.”

“My shit? Okay sunglasses at night guy.”

Flambae laughed at him which just pissed him off more. Robert folded his arms but didn’t move away from Flambaes side. The heat that came off the man was always so nice against his achy body.

His body is in much better condition than it was years ago, but the comfort from Flambaes warmth was still welcomed.

“Alright fine. Geez no need to pout.”

After getting a few good sips in, Flambae returned the drink to Robert.

Robert was less sulky, but still had an attitude at Flambae for taking the drink away in the first place. Though he mellowed out a bit after finishing the drink. Flambae ordered himself a shot to replace the stolen drink, not noticing the gears turning in Roberts head. He turned and looked up at Flambae, cocky grin quirked onto his lips.

“You like it when I pout.”

Flambae nearly choked on his shot. He wiped himself off with a napkin and waved over the waitress.

“Yep! You’re done. We’ll get the bill.”

Robert pulled out his wallet and fumbled for his card, but Flambae already paid for it.

“Hey- Wasn’t this supposed to be a makeup dinner for what happened during the fight? ‘m supposed to pay.”

Flambae patted ruffled Roberts hair.

“You can get it next time.”

“I’m not done my nochos..”

He grumbled and refused to budge. Flambae groaned but didn’t move either.

Robert was full, but his pettieness outweighed the feeling of his stomach about to explode. So he took small bites of the chips, as if he had no where else to be.

“You can be a real brat sometimes. I feel bad for whatever Chase had to go through with you.”

“Me? No. You’re the one who always does stuff on missions when I tell you not to. Then you gotta talk back all the time.”

Robert looked back up at him with an antagonising grin.

Flambae leaned down with a mirrored expression.

“Oh yeah Mr. I’m going to pout until I get my way. How about I take you home and see who the real brat is.”

“Okay.”

“What-”

What?

Flambaes eyes went wide, jaw went slack. He looked like he should have a buffering symbol on his forehead.

Sober Robert would have so much to say about this, trying to rationalize it and claim he shouldn’t be playing chicken right now.

But sober Robert isn’t here. Fuck that guy.

Robert leaned into Flambaes space, hand coming up onto his thigh. Flambae tensed. His face was going red. He tried composing himself, forcing his cocky smile back onto his face while whispering to Robert.

“Thought you said you were straight..”

Robert rubbed up and down Flambaes tense thigh.

“Handys don’t count..”

Flambae clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. He looked so begrudgingly fond right now. Poor guy looks so fed up yet so unwilling to walk away from this.

Robert wasn’t backing down though. He wanted to prove HE wasn’t the brat here. If anyone was the brat of this weird relationship- Friendship, whatever. It was fucking Flambae!

Flambaes foot started tapping nervously when Roberts hand moved higher under the table.

He hesitantly placed his own hand on Roberts thigh.

They were teasing each other, a game of who was going to touch whose dick first. Robert was nearly in his lap at this point.

Flambae looked at him with an expression that could only be described as a stray dog awaiting rejection from the person its been trying to follow home.

“Only a handy..?”

Robert paused, thinking for a moment.

Head should be fine if he’s receiving.. But it’d probably be selfish to get and not give. He’s done worse things. Grindings fine too. He’ll probably be fine with kissing, he didn’t really mind it when Flambae kissed him months ago, except for the burning part of course.

“Eh. Fuck it.”

He slammed his lips against Flambaes, messy and sloppy. He half expected Flambae to pull away with how the older man froze up, but then his lips started moving too and it actually felt good.

But Flambae did end up pulling away, only to snatch Robert by the arm and drag him out of the booth and out of the restaurant.

Outside they were briskly walking down the sidewalk and past the parking lot.

Robert was being pulled along, trying to keep up.

“Your car’s over—”

“Can’t drive like this. I’ll get it in the morning. We gotta walk off this buzz quick!”

Flambae kept dragging him along, nearly in flames. His footsteps leaving behind little flames on the pavement.

“Quit dragging me— Why are you going so fast??”

Robert pulled his arm out of Flambaes grip.

Flambae spun around and grabbed Robert by the shoulders.

“Because I need you in my bed, like right now.”

“There’s an alleyway right there—”

Robert pointed to one of the many dark alleyways they could have a quickie in.

“GRah! Robert!”

Flambae looked like he was struggling, like he was holding himself back. He bit his bottom lip so hard that Robert could see a small speck of red. He was struggling to get the words out, like it was physically painful to say them

“If we’re doing this, we’re not doing it in a dingy alleyway. Okay?”

“Mkay.”

Robert shrugged. He didn’t think Flambae would be so against getting down in an alley but I guess it just isn’t for everyone.

Flambae seemed to calm a bit and wrapped an arm around Robert so he was nearly carrying him. He kept giving himself a fire boost to make it home faster. Robert just enjoyed the ride, the cool night air contrasted with Flambaes warmth was so nice.

He was looking up at Flambae, seeing his determined and anxious expression. Robert HAD to tease him, there was just no other option.

He started mouthing at Flambaes neck. He felt Flambae tense up again, his skin getting hot that it nearly burned. Robert licked a stripe up the side of Flambaes neck, just to watch his saliva sizzle and evaporate.

Flambae nearly face planted, his grip on Robert tightened to almost bruising.

“Bobert I swear to god I will do you on the sidewalk if you don’t stop.”

“Promise?”

Robert kept mouthing at him, watching Flambaes ears turn red.

“You sassy little bitch—”

Flambae held a scream in his throat until it rumbled and sped up.

They made it to the building Flambaes flat was in. Flambae skipped the stairs and flew to his balcony. He couldn’t wait to go inside, he ended up pressing Robert against the glass sliding door and crashing their lips together.

Robert felt warm soft lips press so desperately against his own, his body pressed against the cool glass, hands that were almost too hot grabbing at his body like they needed to gather him all up.

It feels different from kissing a woman, but it feels nice.

Roberts eyes widen at that thought.

Theres a hot tongue licking at his teeth and mingling with his own, and it feels nice. Good. Flambae feels good.

Robert grabs at Flambaes waist, his own tongue moving to Flambaes mouth to explore. The hard lines of their bodies pressed together.

Roberts hard.. So is Flambae.

Oh god.. Chase was right.

Fuck.

He’d have to address that later though because right now? He didn’t want this to stop..

But it did stop.

Flambae pulled away, but not far. They were still breathing each others air and panting hard.

The taller man fumbled with the balcony door. Once it was open the pair nearly fell inside. They were still clinging to each other. Robert was biting at his jaw, because he was all in now. Guy or not Robert wasn’t ready to call it quits yet.

Flambae tilted his head back to escape the scrape of Roberts teeth, but he was sorely mistaken to expose his neck to the younger man.

“FFFFuuuckk.. Rob Rob you little feral shit-”

Robert had bit his neck and was now sucking a hickey onto the bite mark.

Flambae tried peeling Robert off. Surprisingly Robert shoved against Flambae until he had the fire user pressed against the wall.

Flambae gasped. He brought his fist to his mouth so he could bite on his knuckles, trying not to make a sound and show how much this was effecting him.

Their fronts were rubbing together, Flambaes body was starting to smoke but Robert didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuuck.. Slow down. Robert I want to sober you up first.”

“’m sober.”

Robert kept grinding against him and mouthing at his neck. He inhaled the smokey smell of Flambaes skin, felt each muscle under his fingers as he dragged his hand down Flambaes body. Flambae has always been attractive, anyone can admit that, but to actually feel his body? It was a whole other level.

He never put much thought into Flambaes body before, besides just appreciating his muscles or contemplating on why he was so ungodly tall.

But now? now he was tracing the other mans abs and rubbing the meat of his hip, down to his thigh.

“Hnngh.. Just a quick glass of water, I’ll even suck you off while you do it”

Flambae was yanking at Roberts buckle. He could easily flip their positions but didn’t seem to mind being stuck against the wall. Robert would probably go feral again if he tried to flip them anyways.

“Won’t make a difference..”

Robert mumbled but didn’t resist. He was pulling at Flambaes suit trying to get it off while palming at the mans hard-on. Fuck he can feel how big it is. There’s no way they can go all the way, at least not if Flambae is trying to top.

He’ll suck it up and trade head for head then call it a night. Or at the very least a handy.

Flambae connected their mouths again, their hands slipping underneath each others clothes. Flambae walked Robert to the kitchen, lifting him up and seating him on the counters edge. He actually had the nerve to pull away to get that stupid glass of water.

Robert snatched him by the ponytail to pull him back, but Flambae wouldn’t budge.

“Aye! No hair pulling unless you’ve got your dick in me! Needy little shit-”

Flambae brought him the glass of water, trying to make him drink it.

“You make it so damn difficult to be a gentleman ya know that?”

Robert begrudgingly drank it, chugging it and letting his spill a bit down the side of his face all the way down his neck to his collarbone.

Flambae licked his collarbone and helped him undress, murmuring to him while kissing down his torso and lowering himself to his knees.

“So impatient and pouty again when you don’t get your way. Don’t worry Bob Bob, I’ll give you what you want..”

Robert spread his knees to make space for the bigger man. He felt the tingle of anticipation run along his skin.

“You talk a biiig game Flambae..”

Flambae looked flustered and eager at the same time.

“I can back it up too.”

Flambae pulled Roberts member out from his slacks, for a moment he just held it in one hand, like he was admiring it even if it wasn’t fully hard yet. At least it was more than a half chub.

Robert didn’t see the appeal, but the look on Flambaes face was captivating. Robert would be lying if he said he didn’t like staring at Flambaes face, watching his silly expressions and striking eyes.

He brought a hand to the fire starters cheek, stroking his cheek bone with his thumb. Flambae let out a shaky sigh and leaned into it. He jerked Robert at a steady pace, kissing at his tip. His hot tongue flicked out and teased the head of it.

Robert shivered. Flambaes tongue was so hot that it nearly burned.

“Fuck..”

He kept stroking his cheek. Flambae took in the head of Roberts cock and hallowed his cheeks. His half lidded gaze flicked up to make contact with Robert.

Robert held his gaze, and it really hit him. His dick is in his friend/coworkers mouth, but he didn’t feel worried about it, It’d just Flambae.. It’s just Chad. He doesn’t know when he developed this comfort level with him, the security he felt with him.

How long has he been feeling this way for Chad without knowing?

Flambae withdrew for a moment, sliding the cockhead out of his mouth.

“Still with me? If you want me to stop—..”

“No, keep going.”

His hands moved through the other mans hair, pulling out his ponytail.

Flambae shivered at the touch and took Roberts member back into his mouth. He pulled his suit down to his hips and started stroking himself while bobbing his head.

Robert kept playing with Flambaes hair. It still had gel in it that got all over his hands. He smirked fondly and whispered to himself.

“Mr. Wet Ponytail..”

Flambae let out a muffled groan of annoyance that made Robert chuckle. Flambae got him back though, swirling his tongue and sucking hard in a way that made Roberts body curl inwards.

Two could play that game..

Robert was curled over Flambaes head. He let out a moan and started murmuring.

“Fuck Chad.. You feel so good. You’re doing so good..”

He watched how Flambaes ears start turning redder, how his hand moved faster. He pressed Roberts cock further down his throat, nuzzling his nose against those dark brown pubes.

Robert could feel the heat inside himself building, his abs clenching.

“Fuck.. That’s it hot stuff.”

Before Robert could blink, Flambae dragged the cock out of his mouth and swiftly stood up, grabbing Robert off the counter top and was carrying him to the bedroom.

“Woah-! Shit hang on- ‘bae-??”

He wrapped his legs around Flambaes waist. They made it to the bedroom and Robert started getting a bit tense. Was this too far?

“Lube. Need lube.”

Flambae was ripping open drawers and rummaging around while still holding Robert.

“Chad.”

“Two seconds.”

Flambae was fumbling with different condom packets with one hand, finding the right size and tearing it open with his teeth.

“Bae.”

Flambae turned his head to him, condom packet still dangling between his teeth. He had a raised brow.

Robert was hesitating, but looking at Flambaes clueless face with a condom package hanging out of his mouth, like a confused dog who got caught with a questionable object in their mouth, it made it hard to focus.

“I.. Uh..”

Flambae sat him on the bed and sat next to them, both awkwardly hard. The condom now laid beside him instead of continuing to hold it in his mouth like a dog.

“Do you wanna stop..?”

Robert thought about it. They were both already naked and horny, but he also wasn’t sure if he was ready to go all the way or to have something shoved up his ass.

“No.. I just.. Isn’t there supposed to be prep or uh.. I don’t know, you’re kind of big..”

He awkwardly gestured to Chads junk.

Flambaes eyes widened.

“Robert, I’m not going to make you bottom for your first time! Come on have a little faith here. Unless you wanted to but I kind of just assumed you wanted to be on top.”

Robert looked between Flambae and the condom. He took it and slipped it on somewhat surprised that it fit. He shouldn’t be too surprised though, Flambae had been known for his past hookups so the guy was always prepared for different sizes.

The thought of that made a pit form in Roberts stomach though. He ended up giving a bit of a snarky comment about it.

“Must have a lot of company to keep a stock like that.”

Flambae scooted back onto the bed with a devilish grin, back against the headboard.

“You’re starting to sound jealous.”

Robert crawled onto the bed, in between Flambaes legs.

“Nope. Just stating an observation.”

“You know. If you had come to your senses sooner, I wouldn’t have had to bring other people home to keep me company while I was waiting on your slow ass.”

Flambae reached out, guiding him closer until their faces were inches apart.

“Did you think of me? While you were with them?”

Robert knocked their foreheads together. It was a stupid question, and he shouldn’t care about the answer, but he did.

Flambae grabbed the lube off the nightstand and started prepping himself with two fingers, his gaze not breaking from Roberts for even a second.

“Ohoho.. Freaky fuck. Wanna know if I was fantasising about you while I was doing other guys?”

Robert leaned back, breaking eye contact to watch the older man pump himself with his fingers.

“Maybe..”

“Fucking pervert. Like what you see?”

Flambae spread his legs a bit wider to put on a small show.

Robert watched and tilted his head with curiosity. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about watching a man finger himself, but it wasn’t a revolting sight.

With his free hand, he tilted Roberts chin up to get that eye contact again.

“When I was really pissed at you, sometimes I’d call up a hook up and fuck them into the mattress so I could pretend it was you. Teach you a fucking lesson for having a stick up your ass all the damn time.”

Robert felt a shiver go down his spin, his dick throbbed at those words. He shoved their mouths together again. It was all teeth and tongues, a desperation to devour each other.

Flambae stopped prepping himself, resting his hand on Roberts hip without pressuring him forward. But Robert didn’t take his time like Flambae probably thought he would. Robert lined himself up and eased himself in. They both let out muffled groans into each others mouths.

There wasn’t any pause to think or question if he should be doing this, just pure need to be as close to the other man as possible.

Flambaes insides were so hot, but Robert didn’t intend on pulling out anytime soon, even if he ended up getting his dick burnt off.

Flambaes always had a nice ass, but to actually be the one thrusting into it?? God it felt good. Plump and plush, Roberts hands roamed down to feel up those cheeks which earned him a good chomp to his bottom lip.

Each thrust was met with the sound of skin slapping skin and the tell tale sound of lube squelching.

Flambae broke their lips apart to kiss at Roberts jaw. He tilted his head back, letting Robert suck and kiss at his neck like he had earlier.

He spoke between heavy breaths

“Fuck Robert.. There were times where you’d look so tired and worn down.. Wanted to take you home, I’d do you so gently Bob Bob.. fuck you right to sleep and make you breakfast in the morning..”

“Mmm.. sounds nice..”

Robert spoke between kisses, finding Flambaes lips again. It took a long while for Robert to be okay with others wanting to take care of him and make his life easier. The thought of the care extending to the bedroom wasn’t something he had thought about until now.

“Mm.. Let you sleep in too.”

Their lips kept smacking together, Flambaes hands were roaming Robert again, eventually settling over his shoulders, one hand holding the nape of Roberts neck to pull him into some deeper kisses.

“Maybe even give your fucked up body a nice massage”

Robert let out an appreciative moan at the idea.

His arms wrapped under Chads thighs and lifted them up to the flame users chest. Flambaes skin kept getting hotter and hotter, sizzling any sweat from each others bodies. Roberts fingers dug into his thighs as he picked up pace. Folding the bigger man and fucking into him wasn’t for the weak, but Robert was not a quitter!

Flambae clenched around him and Robert felt his bones shake.

“Fuck.. Flambae.. Chad.”

They panted into each others mouths. The hand the wasn’t on Roberts nape moved to his back, trying to pull him closer, like he wanted to merge into his skin.

“Come on.. Give it to me Bobert.”

If he wasn’t so in the moment he would have complained about the silly nicknames in bed,

He let go of one of Flambaes thighs so he could stroke the other mans leaking member, because if he was going to fall over the edge he was going to drag Chad down with him.

Flambae started moaning. His eyebrows furrowing into a desperate expression.

“Ahh.. Fuck. Shit fuck fuck..! Robert..”

“Come on hot stuff. I know you can do it for me..”

Robert was trying so hard not to cum yet, drawing out each others pleasure for as long as he could.

“Fuck you for using your dispatching voice on me you fucking- Hng!”

His body started tensing. Robert could feel himself being burned but being on fire never felt so good before now. There were no actual flames besides a few sparks flickering on Flambaes shoulders and arms, but his ass didn’t need to be on literal fire for it to be burning Roberts dick the way it was right now.

Flambae spurted on his own chest, Robert could feel the sizzling seed drip down onto his hand and he had to pull his hand away.

The moment Flambae tensed up around him, Robert finally let himself go. His body trembled as he came embarrassingly hard. But that’s what happens when you don’t have sex for a long while..

Robert pulled out, breathing hard. When he caught the blissed out look on Flambaes face he leaned in for a slow sloppy kiss.

He reached over for tissues in a dazed attempt to help Flambae clean up. Flambae only seemed to care about their lips staying glued together, he’d get wipes or a washcloth later.

Robert retracted his lips to catch his breath.

“How’d I do..?”

Flambaes bright golden eyes flicked from Roberts lips to his eyes. A tired smirk gracing his lips.

“Pretty good. For a normie.”

Robert leaned back and tied off his condom, tossing it to a small bin in the corner of the room and missing. His gaze went back to his partner who was still recovering and bathing in the afterglow.

The sight of Flambae leaned up against the headboard, dishevelled and pleasured from Roberts doing was enough for Robert to accept the fact that he was so far gone for the other man. And he really should have realised it sooner.

Robert laid at Flambaes side. He started playing with the older mans hair, a content smile on his lips.

“Worth the wait?”

Flambae wrapped an arm around Roberts shoulders, pulling him closer. His expression serene.

“For you Robert. I would’ve waited forever.”

Roberts heart clenched. He really didn’t know what Flambae saw in him, he was really undeserving of this kind of devotion.

“Chad, I—”

“Ah ah! No more of this mushy shit. You’ll kill my buzz.”

He tried tucking Robert into his side.

“And why are you so stiff?? What, fucking me is okay but cuddling is too gay for you?”

Robert snorted and started to relax.

“Cut me some slack. It’s been a while, and I’m not used to cuddling afterwards.”

“Well get used to it. I waited two years for this and I’m not sleeping back to back after that.”

Robert snorted again. Their bodies started slotting together, molding against each other like clay.

“This was nice Flambae.. Thanks for waiting for me..”

Flambae scoffed.

“Anytime Bob Bob.. Goodnight.”

Life was better when he thought soulmates were a metaphorical thing. 

He probably doesn’t have a soulmate.

His thoughts spiralled.

Right now Roberts on a date with Blond Blazer, and Flambaes going to have to look at his love struck face tomorrow and pretend that he never considered crashing that date or telling Robert off for unknowingly playing with his heart.

So he did what any emotionally wrecked arsonist would do.

He burnt down some trees. 

SAFELY.

He’s not going to have a whole neighbourhood burn down over a heartbreak. He’s not THAT upset over it, I mean they weren’t even dating- stupid crush is all it was, with stupid soulmate mindset. You know what? he’s already starting to feel a bit better. 

Still depressed and a bit bitter but he’ll get over it.

burning his natural enemy really does help clear his head. 

He made sure the flames were mostly put out before leaving the scene, already knowing he’s not going to get caught. 

He was still in a mood when he got home. Maybe he’ll call his sister and talk to his niece for a bit. 

Or maybe he’ll just have a couple beers and call out of work for tomorrow. Yeah, let’s go with that option.

He stepped inside his flat and pulled out his phone, only to see some messages from Alice. He was a bit annoyed since she was the one who got the soulmate thing in his head to begin with, but he couldn’t stay mad at her. Plus he’s going to have to update her eventually on what happened, that’s a problem for tomorrow hungover Flambae. 

Flambae tossed his phone on the couch and went into the kitchen, pulling out a case of beer and putting it on the counter. Just as he cracked the first one open he could hear Hoes Depressed playing.

Prism isn’t usually this persistent, he doesn’t know why she’s getting so involved in this. 

He downed a few gulps of his drink before heading back over to the couch with his case, dropping it on the coffee table and scooping up his phone.

“Hey bit—”

“You chickened out!”

She got straight to the point which was.. well he should’ve expected that. 

“I did not!!”

Flambae dropped himself onto the couch, legs kicked up on the coffee table. He downed his first beer, already knowing this talk was going to be difficult.

“Then why did I hear from MY sources, that Roberts on a date with Ms. Blazer right now? Did he..? He didn’t choose to go on the date anyways after finding out, did he? Because if he did I say we wait for him in the parking lot tomorrow.”

He reached for another beer to crack open.

“What sources? And NO he didn’t do that so we don’t need to jump him.. You were wrong. We aren’t soulmates. I even did a pinch test. He had no clue what was going on.”

“You’re giving up because a little pinch test didn’t work?? Are you kidding me?”

He was downing his second beer already, stopping more than half way through to answer his friend.

“Listen. Robert and Blazer have a thing going and ya know what? Good for him, them, whatever. Lets just go to the club tomorrow and forget about all this soulmate crap. I’m too hot to be tied down anyways I mean I—”

“I’m coming over.”

The phone hung up before he could protest. 

Seriously, what’s gotten into her? She doesn’t even care for all the mushy gushy stuff to begin with so why is she pushing him so hard? 

“Fuuuuuuck..”

He dragged his hands down his face.

He finished his second drink, but didn’t reach for a third. Not wanting to get sloppy drunk and down the whole case with Prism coming over to, what? Lecture him? Comfort him? Be extremely out of pocket and preach some soulmate bullshit which is out of character for her. 

He got up to unlock the door. and just as he reached for the handle, a tearing sound ripped through the apartment, a red portal opening up right on his door.

Mal stepped through first, then Prism, then Coop. 

Flambae stepped back. 

“Ah come on! I’ve got a deposit on this place!”

“It rubs out, just needs a bit of elbow grease.”

Mal sheepishly rubs on the door where the portal had left behind a soot looking mark. 

Flambae turned to look at Prism, but she just shrugged at him.

“I was already with them when you picked up so I thought I’d move the party to here.”

Flambae huffed and crossed his arms. Coop and Mal started making themselves comfortable, already heading for the couch and HIS case of beer.

“Aye! This isn’t an open bar, if you wanted drinks you should’ve brought your own! Tsk. Fucking freeloaders.”

The pair paused, waiting for him to turn his back before grabbing themselves a bottle each.

Flambae turned to Prism and lowered his voice, quietly seething.

“Did you tell them?”

Prism got defensive.

“You think I’d do that to you?? No I didn’t tell them. Buuut. They could probably give some good input on your situation.”

“There is no situation. Already told you, we got it wrong. Moving on.”

Flambae turned his back to her, blocking her and the whole situation out. Because this is done. It’s over. His crush on that stupid NPC was embarrassing anyways and thankfully its over and he feels nothing for it. 

…

For unrelated reasons he wants everyone to leave his home so he can get wasted and eat cold left overs and maybe cry a bit. WHICH HE WAS GOING TO DO ANYWAYS AND IS COMPLETELY UNRELATED.

God he feels pathetic.. at least with the girls here he can ignore that side of himself for a bit longer. He went over to the couch and shooed the pair on it further down.

“Alright scooch, what you think you guys own the place now? Come on.”

They scooched down, Prism joining them on the couch without a word. Flambae silently grateful that she dropped it.

Mal snatched the remote up from the coffee table with her tail.

“So what are we watching babes? Love island? 90 day fiancé?”

Flambae visibly tensed. 

On occasion they’d watch shows like that. Thinking back on it he does remember soulmate drama being on those shows, not very often though. He thought the people on those shows were just being extra, has he really been this clueless for over 30 years?

“Not those ones.”

He snatched a beer from the case and started downing again, praying for the buzz to chase away any bad thoughts or feelings 

Coop leaned forward to look past Mal and at Flambae. 

“I thought you liked those shows. There’s new episodes.”

 He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and avoided looking at them.

“I like other stuff too! Like cooking shows and drag race- put on some fucking Gordon Ramsey or something-”

Mal turned on the tv and flipped to a cooking challenge show. The whole couch felt stiff and awkward, like everyone knew something was up but no one was saying anything. He should just kick everyone out, they weren’t invited anyways. But then he’d have to be alone with his thoughts, and that was even worse.

Coop broke the silence again after watching the tv for a bit. 

“Were you stood up by a hot guy?”

Flambae jolted in his seat, completely offended.

“No! I was not stood up! Why would you say I was stood up!”

“He wishes.”

Prism spoke up from the other side of him. Flambae whipping his head around at her, appalled. 

Coop took a sip of her drink before responding.

“You’re acting weird.”

Mal turned her attention to him too.

“Yeah.. You have been a little off lately Bae.  Something going on?”

“No. So we can all drop it and watch the stupid chef show or everyone can leave since non of you were invited.”

Flambae crossed his arms and stared straight ahead at the flatscreen. 

There was a pause. 

For a moment everyone did listen and watched the show.

Then of course Prism opened her mouth.

“So what do you guys think of soulmates?”

“Flambae has a soulmate?!”

Mal whipped her head around at him, already jumping to conclusions just from Prism bringing up the topic and noticing his weird behaviour.

Flambae shot up from his seat, smoke curling up into the air from his shoulders and head.

“Alright! Everyone out!”

The three of them stood from the couch, Prism kept talking.

“I never said he did. But if he DID have one, then he’s being a little bitch about it.”

These bitches are getting way too comfortable with him. And kicking them out was going to be a problem if they were just going to keep talking about it without him being there to defend himself. He blocked there way, because he needs to clear this shit up. 

“I DON’T have one. Prism just has a bad soulmate radar or whatever. Complete bullshit if you ask me.”

There was a pause, Coop being the one to break it. 

“So.. Are you two going to tell us what happen?”

“No. Nothing happened.”

Flambae flopped back down, arms crossed in a huff.

The three stayed standing. Mal awkwardly looking back and fourth between the couch and the door.

“Are we still getting kicked out.. cause I was kinda hoping to finish this episode..”

“You can stay if the soulmate shit gets dropped.”

And so he can make sure they aren’t talking about him behind his back. 

He doubts that Prism will expose whatever feelings he had for Robert, but he doesn’t trust her to not drop some hints about it. She’s been a bit out of character lately. 

The three dropped back down on the couch. Mal and Coop awkwardly talking about the show they were watching. Prism was hitting her vape, still seeming a little off, she kept checking her phone and texting someone.

The tension was eating at him. He couldn’t even focus on the show or whatever self centered chef was trying to win it. 

Flambae was reaching an internal boiling point which must have been noticeable because Coop side eyed him and let out a monotone. “So…” 

Flambae finally burst. 

“Okay! So what if I did have a soulmate? WHICH I DON’T! But say I did… Why would I be the only one being effected by it??”

The three girls around him loosened up right away, giving him their fully undivided attention. The TV was just background sound now. 

“He did a pinch test.”

Prism bluntly added, which got her a sharp look from Flambae because how dare she out him. 

Malevola shrugged. 

“Soulmates work in weird ways. Sometimes it takes something stronger than a pinch. Some people are more sensitive to the bond than others.”

“Punch Up and my bond is more emotional based due to his high pain tolerance and healing factor. Though on occasion he did feel if I was significantly harmed.”

Coupe added on.

Flambae had to do a double take because what the fuck. One person can feel it stronger than the other?? If you have a high pain tolerance you might not share pain?? What is all this bullshit!? Why can’t it be simple like sharing a mark or for sure feeling each others pain. Fuck he’d even settle for shared thoughts at this point!

“Didn’t you do any research?”

Prism was looking between him and her phone.

“I read the book Coop gave me!!”

Flambae threw his hands in the air and wildly gestured to the book that was left on a short bookshelf. 

Coop looked at the book then back at him.

“Yeah that’s.. purely fantasy. Not even remotely accurate.”

“Flambae. You do know how soulmates work.. right?”

Malevola raised a skeptical brow at him.

“Psh. Duh! Of course I do. Just never experienced it before or whatever”

There was barely a pause before Prism outted him.

“He thought they were a metaphorical thing up until now.”

“What the fuck bitch!?”

The other two looked unimpressed, but Mal was the one to voice it.

“Dude. Seriously? You’re almost 40.”

“How you’ve lasted this long is beyond me..”

Coupe leaned back into the couch.

He should have kicked these bitches out. 

“Okay that’s uncalled for.”

“What’s uncalled for, is your lack of willingness to use a search engine.”

Prism frowns at him.

“Come on Bae. I know I said not to stress over it too much but why are you playing? You clearly want him.”

Flambae’s face was burning. Yes he wants Robert but.. Blazers the better option. And they’re on a date now, they like each other, they’re with each other right now. 

“He’s better off.”

“You can’t just say that! I’m not really a soulmate fan myself but shouldn’t this mystery guy also get a say?”

Malevola propped her elbow on the back of the couch as she turned more towards Flambae.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say.”

Prism was peering at them from. Flambae moved his shoulder to block her out. 

“I don’t think I should be taking advice from someone who hasn’t met her own soulmate, someone who isn’t even with her soulmate, and someone who i’m not even sure has a soul.”

He gestured to them one by one.

“Rude. But fair.”

Mal shot him a glare, but gave a shrug after a moment.

“I may or may not have a soul, but I do have some tricks up my sleeve about soulmates.”

Flambae murmured a curse in Dari, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his temples.

“I don’t know.. I’m still not even sure if he and I are.. Maybe I’ll just see how things go with him and Blazer.. I’m not trying to—”

“Your soulmate is.. Phenomaman?”

Coupe raised a brow and leaned forward.

Flambae sucked in his lips, realizing he spilled a little too much information.

“I don’t think Phenomaman and Blazer are getting back together.. So.. who is Blazer hooking up with?”

Mal leaned into Flambaes space. His face sunk into his hands even more.

“Might as well spill.”

Prism elbowed him.

Flambae threw himself back against the back of the couch with a loud groan, dragging his hands down his face.

“Fucking fine! It’s Robert. Robert and Blazer are going on a date and I thought he was my soulmate. Don’t either of you go telling the rest of the team or I swear to god-”

Flambae flamed up but the girls didn’t seem concerned, if anything their only worries were the couch or their hair getting singed.

“I already told you, I ain’t no snitch.”

Prism kept typing on her phone which was making Flambae very suspicious despite her words.

Coupe had a smirk and returned to drinking which was just earie.

Mal rested her arm on his shoulder, unbothered by the flames. A big grin split her face

“Didn’t think you two would be a match but who am I to judge. But if you want to confirm if he IS your soulmate. I got a spell or two.. Used to do soulmate ‘readings’ as a side gig before I got annoyed with the clientele.”

Flambaes head snapped over to Mal

“That was a fucking option!? why haven’t you brought this up before!?”

Mal shrugged.

“Wasn’t really relevant until now.”

“I need to think—”

Flambae sighed. He feels flushed.

Does he want to confirm if Robert and him are soulmates? Is he even ready for something this serious with a guy who only recently started working with him? He should just step aside and let things ride out, maybe Robert will find his own way to him instead of having to forcefully snatch him up…. But he also kind of wants to snatch him up.. embarrassingly so..

KNOCK KNOCK.

Oh for fuck sakes who is it now!?

Flambae got up off the couch and headed towards the door.

“Oh what the fuck now?!”

“Don’t look at me. I only invited these two.”

Despite Prisms suspicious typing, Mal was the one who looked sheepish.

“Oh yeah.. I sort of invited the guys. We were supposed to meet them at the next bar but ended up here so…”

“Unfucking believable.”

His flat is NOT a hang out spot. He flung the door open only to see a short cheery red cheeked irish man and of course a coked out bat hybrid, who was thankfully not fully transformed into his beast form.

“Alright beat it— HEY!”

The pair pushed past him.

Sonar patted his shoulder.

“Hey thanks for hosting man!”

Punch up nodded along side him.

“Yeah good on ya lad!”

Shit— Gotta save my beer

Flambae didn’t notice how Prism was whispering to Mal and Coupe, too busy on trying to snatch up the case of beer off the coffee table, knowing that they’d drink him dry if he didn’t get to it first.

He didn’t make it fast enough, Coupe snatched it before he could.

Next thing he knows Mal is putting him in a full nelson.

“Relax, this is probably going to feel weird but just go with it.”

“HEY! What the fuck are you doing!?”

Flambae was about to fling her off. But before he could get his wits about him, a red glow faded into his peripherals. He felt a tingle shoot down his spine, like a string slithering down and wrapping around his spinal cord.

Coupe and Punch Up are talking, but Flambae can’t hear them over the static ringing in his ears.

Prism is standing in front of him with her phone. It looks like camera footage of Robert and Blazer? Did someone film their date— oh for fuck sake she’s faced time FUCKING WETWIPE.

“S-Sorry har— difficult with gloves- I-”

“Just shut up and get a good angle of them.”

Prism kept the phone up.

Punch Up walked past her straight to Flambae, fists up. Flambae sneered down at him.

“What the fuUUCCKK—”

Punch up nailed him right in the stomach, it’s a miracle his stomach hasn’t evicted all of its tenets from the impact. The air was knocked out of him pretty good though. And there on the small screen of Prisms phone, was Robert. keeling over the table he was eating at. Shit.. He’s really..?

WHAM!

“AH FUCK! OKAY! I GET IT!”

The extra punch was very unnecessary and they were all going to pay for it once he could think straight!

Flambae slumped against Mal. There wasn’t any more doubt about it.. Roberts his soulmate.

His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. His stomach was twisting up into knots.

The face time ended, Waterboy having no clue what happened had gone to check on Robert.

Fuck.. he doesn’t know if he should be grateful towards these guys for forcing him to face the facts, or pissed at them for being so invasive and forceful. He knows its just how they show they care..

WHAM!

Okay yeah no fuck these guys.

Fucking Batboner just hit him with a right hook to the jaw then looked around with a confused look.

“What..? I thought this was a thing? I wanted a turn!”

Flambae burst into flames and chased them all out of his apartment.

Prism ran out with a quick “I’ll text you tomorrow!”. The others just scrambled out with some cursing and dodging. He’s pretty sure one of them stole the case of beer while he was distracted, and he’s pretty sure it was Coupe.

Now he was alone in his apartment, pissed off from the surprise assault and home invasion, AND having to digest the information he has to come to terms with.

God he fucking hates those guys..

[I'm not deleting the original note but know that the chapter is finished]

Author Note: It's an unfinished chapter right now. I just wanted to post something even if it's not done.

I have more written but I cut it off at a point that I thought would make the most sense instead of cutting it off mid conversation.

Robert did his best to ignore the feeling as he strode closer with a smile, both hands in his comfortably pockets. Beef strutting in behind him, ready to mooch off of whatever dinner date was going to take place.

“Too much coffee?”

Mandy looked startled to hear his voice. She stood up quickly, turning to face him with an anxious expression. She wore that beautful blue gown that Robert had zipped her up in before. Was the event tonight? Or did she put it on specifically for their date?

“Wait.”

Robert stopped a few feet away. 

Whatever she was about to say Robert felt in his gut that it wasn’t going to be good, it must be what the painfully bad feelings he’s been having is coming from. Robert did his best to keep himself levelled while bracing for the worse. Beef sat close to Roberts feet for emotional support.

“Sure… what’s up?”

Blazer folded her arms.

“This isn’t what I look like…”

That wasn’t where Robert thought this was going. 

“I don’t totally know what you mean, but, okay?”

“The powers make me… Doesn’t matter I’m just going to show you. Are you good with that?”

Robert forced a smile and shrugged. 

“I… have absolutely no idea what’s about to happen, so, this is very exciting.”

Blazer gave a half hearted amused huff, but that anxious expression didn’t leave her face.

“Temper your expectations.”

Robert turned his head slightly with a confused look. 

Blazer reached behind her neck and unclasped her necklace. The red gem started to glow as it floated up from where it had been resting on her chest. It floated into the, Blazer floating with it not even a moment after, a bright golden light enveloped her.

She looked like a Disney princess transforming into a new dress.

Robert wasn’t sure what to expect now. How different would she be? It won’t change how Robert feels for her… Hopefully.. Probably. 

The golden light shone so brightly that Robert had to raise his arms and close his eyes, Beef was staring into the light with big dumb eyes until it eventually became too much for him too and he had to turn his head away and squint his eyes. 

Then the light dimmed enough for him to open his eyes and lower his arms. 

Blazer had lowered to the ground at this point and taken off her mask and she… she..

She was still Blazer. Just not blond. And maybe about 2 inches shorted. 

This is what she was so nervous about? This is what this soul shattering feeling was coming from? Robert felt relieved, the feeling from earlier was dimming by now anyways. A laugh escaped him seeing Blazer stand there with a small hopeful smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re… disappointed?” 

Her smile fell, her head turned away.

At this point Robert couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.

“Are you kidding? I can’t tell if— are you joking or am I joking?”

Blazer made her way down the steps.

“It’s a big difference!”

She defended.

Robert had a toothy smile at this point. Beef had waddled off to piss on a tree, no longer interested in whatever was going on. 

“You’re, what? Two inches short?”

“And a brunette. Come on it’s—”

She stopped herself with a half scoff and folded her arms again.

“Okay, maybe is I wasn’t called Blond Blazer I wouldn’t be so self conscious about it. People have expectations and they never meet me first… It’s always the superhero. It’s hard to live up to.”

Robert smiled as he listened to her explain. The feeling from earlier was barely noticeable now, to the point where he couldn’t tell if they were his own nerves or hers. 

He stepped forward, reaching to caress the side of her face, brushing some hair back as he leaned in. 

This was the right thing to do.

It was what he was supposed to do in the moment. 

Their eyes closed and their lips pressed together, a short connection before going in for a longer one. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as their kiss continued and it felt..

Okay?

I mean her lips were wonderful of course but Robert was just expecting.. More?

He can feel her dread from down the hall, but the moment their lips touch there wasn’t really anything.. Robert felt happy of course, maybe Blazers happiness mixed with his own?

He knows that soulmates aren’t like in teenage girls fan-fictions, where there’s a burst of colour or some kind of big reaction when the bond clicks in place— Robert saved a teenage girl one time and she introduced him to tags he never knew existed but that’s besides the point!

He knows it’s not like that. But he’s still somewhat disappointed.

“Robert?”

Robert realised he had zoned out for a second there, hopefully he wasn’t making a face. Blazer was staring at him with concerned and anxious eyes

“Sorry, got a little distracted”

He gave a wink in hopes to smooth over his little blunder.

It seemed to work since Blazer simply smiled and went in for another kiss. Their foreheads pressed together instead.

Eventually they both pulled away.

“Was that less of a mistake than the first one?”

Blazer was smiling as she disconnected their heads.

“Little bit…”

“I’ll take a little bit”

They both chuckled for a second. 

Blazer pulled away, stepping back a few paces before turning back towards him and sticking her hand out to him.

“Hey, I’m Mandy.”

Robert took her hand.

“Robert… It’s really nice to meet you, Mandy.”

Mandy took her hand back and used it to brush hair behind her ear, a familiar habit of hers Robert has noticed.

“Likewise, would you like to have some dinner with me, Robert?”

Robert moved closer and held out his hand.

“I would love that.”

She took it and they walked hand in hand towards the little set up she had made for them. Beef had already been at the table, luckily his legs too short and body too round to actually steal any food like he had been planning to do.

The set up was cute, take out and wine in solo cups. Mandy had set everything up like they were at a restaurant though, from the candle in the middle of the table to how the plastic cutlery placement. 

It was cute and thoughtful, it made his heart swell. His chest felt tight still, but it was his first date in who knows how long so.. the nerves were well placed. 

“Woah. You fancy.”

Mandy walked around the table to take her seat.

“Well, It’s all Michelin stars when you’re on a date with me.”

They chatted and ate. Waterboy was still lingering around in the offices, cleaning the windows. Robert was starting to think that he was trying to eavesdrop. Him and Mandy were even joking about it. 

It wasn’t until Robert had just about finished his food that he suddenly felt winded. Nearly keeling over until his forehead touched the table.

Something was wrong.

He felt like he had just been punched in the gut.

“Rober?! Are you okay?”

Robert looked up to see Mandy with wide eyes and a concerned face. She wasn’t feeling this.. Or causing this. He forced himself to sit up as straight as he could considering the pain he was in. His words spoken through clenched teeth

“Yep. Totally, you uh, didn’t feel that by chance, did you?”

“Feel what?”

She stood up but Robert raised his hand to gesture that he was fine.

“Just- Super intense stomach pain is all.”

Robert tried to brush it off. Mandy really wasn’t feeling any of this.. 

“Crap. Did I just give you food poisoning on our first date?”

Robert stood up. The pain wasn’t constant, he wasn’t being beaten repetitively, but fuck that hurt. Where was it coming from?

“It’s probably nothing, just going to have a quick bio break.”

Mandy brought a hand to her forehead.

“Never gonna live that one down, am I?”

“Nope.“

Robert popped his P and headed out of the courtyard, leaving Beef behind to beg for more scraps. 

The loyal hound debated on following, but didn’t make it to the closing door in time due to him hesitating between his owner and food. 

Robert couldn’t stop for him either, he needed a minute to himself. 

He was only in the hallway for about 20 seconds before he felt like he just got clocked in the jaw. He fell to his knees, thank god he was back on his pain meds otherwise he probably would have struggled getting back up. 

He rubbed his jaw and put his back against the wall, putting his fists up.

This was new, this wasn’t just feeling a little off or his chest tightening up. 

He debated on if Visi had snuck in to get back at him for going on a date with Mandy and not her, but Visi wouldn’t be able to hold her breath for that long, and he hasn’t noticed any doors opening by themselves. 

He felt around the air, still on edge. 

If it wasn’t Visi than was it some else with similar powers? Hell maybe even a ghost??

Robert hurried his way to the restroom and waited around the corner, hoping he’d calm down. He’s starting to feel hot. A mix of anger and anxiety swirled inside him.

He heard foot steps approaching. 

The door opened and Robert raised his arm to swing, pausing long enough to see whoever it was first just in case Mandy had followed him to check if he was okay. 

Instead it was Waterboy. 

He nearly fell when seeing Robert come at him, thankfully Robert didn’t actually swing. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding seeing Waterboy stuttering and stammering there. He tried to untense his muscles and walked to the sink.

“Waterboy- God don’t do that to me bud, you almost gave me a heart-attack.”

“Sorry- Sorry! I just saw that you were um.. well you.. Are you okay?”

Waterboy hesitantly stepped closer.

Robert was leaning against the counter top, panting slightly, sweating.

“I’m.. I’ll be alright. just need a few seconds.”

“Do you want me to get Mrs. Blazer or um.. I can uh..”

Waterboy looked like he was mentally running in circles.

Robert watched him through the mirror.

“I’m alright. Also go home, shifts over.”

“I um. Right! Yeah. But I’ll uh.. wait in the hall for a bit just in case.”

Waterboy made his escape before Robert could protest against his loitering. 

Once the bathroom door closed and Robert was alone, he rested his forehead against the cool mirror and started whispering to himself.

“Please stop.. Whatever this is, please just stop..”

This was getting to be too much.. Between Shroud, his suit, the Phoenix program, and his own health Robert has enough to deal with.. If this isn’t a soulmate thing than it really might be some kind of health issue, or he really is being targeted by some kind of villain who can attack him without being seen or being in the area at least.

Whatever he was feeling had passed. Robert wanted to bury it and pretend it never happened, while hoping it never happened again. But he already knew he wasn’t going to get that lucky. 

Maybe he’d tell Chase.. Or maybe he’d leave it alone for awhile and hope tonight was the last night this happened. 

Hopefully he didn’t completely ruin his date..

When he exited the rest room he saw Mandy walking down the hall towards him, Beef running in front of her as if to lead the way. 

“You okay? Waterboy said I should come check on you.”

Robert rolled his with a light scoff. He bent down and scooped up his chubby companion who licked his face affectionately. 

“I’m alright, just been feeling a little off lately.”

“Is this about you getting checked out by the doctor? Because if you’re having issues Robert you have to tell me, both as your boss and as.. well.. whatever we are now.”

Robert hesitated, everything felt.. wrong. And he was still trying to pretend that it didn’t. He kept staring at Beef, because it was way easier to pretend to talk to his dog than it was an actual person.

“I’m not totally sure about what’s happening to me anymore.”

Mandy reached out and gently squeezed his bicep, causing him to finally look her in the eye.

“Whatever’s going on, I want to help. Why don’t I schedule you for a more thorough examine?”

Robert wanted to believe her, but something about tonight has just left a bad taste in his mouth..

“Maybe that’s a good idea.. Sorry about tonight.”

Mandy withdrew her hand and did her best to save the situation.

“No no it was great! I had a great time. We should have probably called it a night soon anyways. It’s gotten pretty late. Waterboy is already off cleaning the courtyard up. I’m starting to think he just doesn’t want to leave.”

She gave a short laugh, but Robert wasn’t really able to force the same. His mind felt like it was running for answers instead of being present in the conversation. 

“I’ll um.. Make it up to you. Somehow.”

Mandy leaned in and kissed his cheek, but he didn’t reciprocate. 

It felt wrong..  

His mind ran through the events of the day up until now, even that weird incident with Flambae. Maybe he knew something? Maybe the team were trying to pull some sort of weird prank on him and it backfired. 

Something in his gut wasn’t sitting right.

He gave Mandy a pat on the shoulder, that’s all he could muster right now. 

She walked him out, he was still feeling a bit out of it, but thankfully he was good enough to drive. Considering that sometimes he’d have to pilot and fight in a mech while bleeding out, he could handle driving a car while feeling a bit spacey.

Flambae was about to walk past the man without even looking at him, but the man stepped in front of him to block his way.

“Uh. Exc-fucking-use me? Mind moving out of the fucking way. Sort of a landing zone here.”

“You’re Flambae, i persume?”

The man had to tilt his head just to talk to the flaming hero.

“Yes I am, and you-”

Flambae pressed his finger into the offending mans chest.

“Are in my way. So move it.”

The weasel of a man did not move. In fact, he just stepped more into Flambaes way.

“Actually Mr. Flambae. I’m here to discuss your flight license, or lack there of..”

Flambae raised a brow. Clearly this man was a fucking idiot.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I have a little card thingy that says I can fly for work.”

The prick clicked his pen and looked over his clipboard as he spoke.

“yes I noticed that. But you’re little card thingy, is a restricted license that allows you to fly FOR work. Not to and from work. You have to manage you transportation another way.”

Flambae felt like he was about to blow a fuse. His skin was heating up like an electric blanket.

“Fuck you mean ‘another way’!? How the fuck else am I supposed to get to work?! My car got totalled in the parking lot!”

The man looked up at him sternly.

“Then Uber.”

Oh this bitch—

Flames burst to life along Flambaes shoulders and up his biceps. He could see how the man shrunk into himself, the idiot clearly not thinking Flambae would actually do anything. Clearly he didn’t read Flambaes file.

“Fucking Uber-!? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

The flaming man didn’t get to continue his rant, a brown head of hair wedging itself between him and the stupid looking flight police guy.

“Woah. What’s going on here?”

“Awh fuck-”

“I was reminding this.. Hero. That he needs a license to fly.”

The clipboard guy was talking over Flambae, but it didn’t matter at this point. He’d rather deal with clipboard guy than Robert right now. He was still feeling weird about last night. Robert agreeing to a date with Blazer was like he was being rejected by his soulmate without even having the chance to confess.

He’s burning inside and out. And clipboard guy is just adding fuel to the fire by suggesting Flambae isn’t a real hero. He continues cursing well avoiding looking at his dispatcher. He wants Robert to go away so he can take everything out on the weasel of a man using him as a meat shield.

Robert raised a hand to the fiery hero, treating Flambae like he was a wild animal he was trying to calm. Is that how Robert viewed him?

“Alright take it easy. Flambae why don’t you cool off and I’ll handle this for you.”

“Don’t tell me what to do bitch.”

Go away go away go away-

Fuck he should’ve just taken the chance to walk off and avoid the situation, but words fell from him quicker than he could think, and his feet stayed stubbornly planted.

“I wouldn’t bother reasoning with him. Some people just have thick skulls.”

Flambaes glare snapped to clipboard dude, his blood boiling in that familiar hot rage. But before he could snap or burn the man alive. But before he could even get a curse out, Robert had started trying to deescalate.

“Listen.. Whatever your name is. As his superior, if you have a problem with him then you can take it up with me. I gave him permission to fly and I will get him his license as soon as I can. If you still have a problem with it then you can go talk to Blond Blazer.”

“My name is James, and my problem is with Flambae. Not Blazer. And now my problem is with you because you have no authority to be telling people that they can fly without a license”

James was getting more pissy, more bold too now that Robert was standing between him and Flambae, Robert being the perfect meat shield in this scenario. Flambae was beyond pissed now because it was one thing for this James guy to bother Flambae, but he wasn’t about to stand by and let him be a dick to Bob Bob.

Flambae took a half step forward, but Robert blocked him with his arm. Robert stepped into James’ personal bubble and got right into his face.

Seeing Robert lose his shit was a sight that nearly made Flambae forget that he was pissy with Robert earlier.

“Listen here you over-glorified traffic cop. Flambae is an excellent flyer, he’s busy doing his job which he is also fucking good at. But I know you obviously don’t care about that so why don’t you write your stupid fucking ticket and move on with your miserable fucking life.”

Great. Flambae is overheating for a completely different reason now.

Jame’ eyes narrowed into what was supposed to be a intimidating or stern glare, Flambae only saw a little man trying to look tough when he wasn’t. He clicked his pen, wrote something on his clipboard, then ripped a strip of paper off of it, shoving a ticket harshly into Roberts chest. And oh that little shit was going to pay for that.

Roberts arm swung up, fist closed. Flambae was watching in slow motion how Robert was about James shit.

Sadly, Roberts fist never connected. Blazer had rudely inturrupted by saving weasel man from a well earned beat down.

“Robert. Why don’t you and Flambae take a walk and cool off. I’ll handle this.”

Blazer looked somewhat disappointed in Robert, but he doubts she’ll do anything to reprehend him, hopefully. And hey! Maybe this little run in will make her reconsider her date with Robert! She may be disappointed in him but Flambae sure as hell isn’t! That was hot as fuck!

Robert gave her a nod and started walking off without looking back. Flambae shot James’ one last glare before following after Robert. His flames had long since died and his anger extinguished for the most part.

His eyes trailed Robert. No limp today, Flambae wasn’t feeling any tingles lately either. Good.

Robert wasn’t slowing down at all, wasn’t acknowledging Flambae following him. He was probably still pissed after dealing with that douchebag, so Flambae decided to be the one to break the silence.

“You didn’t have to do that. Didn’t need the help.”

Robert didn’t show any sign of slowing down or responding, so Flambae kept going.

“I mean seeing you lose your cool like that waaas kind of awesome though, like I didn’t know you had that side to you. You were going to knock that guy out, I would pay money to have seen that happen. Blazer really should hav—”

“You’re welcome. You should go cool off.”

Roberts voice was curt. It made Flambae straighten up. Shit.. Was he mad at Flambae too?

Flambae grabbed Roberts arm, whatever he was going to say leaves his brain the moment he sees Roberts face.

He looked a little red and sweaty, a bit of hair sticking to his forehead. Was Flambae running that hot? No one else seemed to be effected by him but Robert was standing the closets to him.

“You okay? You look a little.. uh.. flushed.”

Flambae didn’t want to let go of Roberts arm. He wanted to say more but it was like every word was sucked out of his brain.

Robert quickly shook Flambaes hand off. It made him pause and wonder if he had burned his dispatcher somehow, but he really wasn’t running that hot..

“Fine-”

Robert started, looking like he was about to snap at him the same way he had snapped at James. But he caught himself, fixed his tone and face when talking to Flambae.

“I’m fine. Sorry, just still a bit worked up. I’ll see you at first shift.”

Flambae wasn’t sure if he should be excited at the possibility of getting yelled at by Robert or excited at the fact that Robert had cared enough to fix his tone with him. He had very mixed feelings, the main two though were horny and confused. So it’s probably best they go their separate ways for now.

Flambae stiffly returned his hand to his side and looked away, because if he kept staring at Robert looking flushed like that he probably would keep rambling and end up saying something stupid.

“Oh, yeah sure man. See you then.”

Flambae went on a walk to clear his head, and to find that stupid flight cops car and melt its rims. He would have set it on fire but.. ya know.. he’s trying to cut back. Be a better hero and all that crap.

He couldn’t get the image of Roberts flushed face out of his mind.

Could that have been because of the soulmate thing? Was Robert feeling Flambaes heat?

Flambae pulled out his phone and started googling searching as he walked back inside from the parking lot, hearing the distant cursing of someone who just found their car somewhat melted.

His research just made him feel irritated. Everything was so vague, all bonds are different, some things could just be coincidences.

So is Robert even really his soulmate then??

That knee tingle incident just felt too accurate.. His voice in Flambaes ear piece making him tingle felt different than just a guy having a nice voice. But.. Maybe Flambae is overthinking all of this..

Robert dragged him into a private channel not long after Flambae had put his phone away.

Robert: Hey Flambae, got a second?

That voice in his ear again made him want to believe so badly that they were soulmates, that his dreams and feelings weren’t just from a flimsy crush that wasn’t going to lead to anything.

Flambae: Sure. What’s up.

Robert: I got Phenomaman to cover some missions for you so you can get your flight license, don’t really want a repeat of what happened this morning.

Flambae: Uh. Yeah. Sure, beats being followed around by that douche again.

Robert: Great! Sending you the information now.

Flambae passed with flying colors, obviously.

He was somewhat disappointed to miss out on some missions but he wasn’t gone that long thankfully.

He was sitting in one of the wreck rooms, waiting for his next mission and listening to the team banter.

He was mindlessly looking at his phone, trying to keep himself distracted so he didn’t overthink himself into irritation again.

Prism eventually found him, walking into the room while pulling out her vape. She took a drag of it and exhaled bubblegum flavoured air before plopping down on the couch next to Flambae.

“So..”

Flambae gave a confused tilt of his head and lowered his phone.

“So..?”

Prism elbowed him in annoyance.

“Bitch don’t dodge me. You didn’t tell me what happened last night with you and Robert.”

FLambae looked back at his phone and scrolled, trying to avoid the situation.

“Oh yeah.. He misunderstood. Thought I was inviting him out to a team thing or something. Doesn’t matter, I’m kind of over him anyways.”

“Over him?? Your soulmate is a bit dense when being asked out so you’re over him??”

Prism wasn’t buying it, Flambae could tell.

“You know I’m not even sure he is my soulmate. That leg thing could have been a coincidence you know. Plus he really isn’t my type so like. It’s whatever. Soul mates don’t really matter anyways right?”

Flambae looked at her out of the corner of his eye, which was a big mistake. She was not falling for this bullshit at all. Flambae isn’t even sure if he’s trying to convince her or himself.

Prism got and took another long drag of her vape.

“Alright. So if I go clock him in the eye right now, you won’t feel a thing? And if you do feel a little tingly, you won’t care?”

Flambae huffed and avoided her gaze again.

“Won’t make a difference to me.”

“Okay.”

Prism started making her way out of the wreck room.

Flambae straightened up in his seat right away.

“Where are you going?”

“Gonna go punch Mr. Dispatcher in the eye. Gave me a shitty mission today anyways so it’s kind of deserved.”

Prism headed out of the room, not acknowledging the hurried ‘wait wait wait!’s that followed behind her.

Flambae shoved his phone in his suit and hurried after her, quite literally hot on her heels.

“You can’t do that, you’ll get in trouble. Plus I thought you were starting to like Bob Bob??”

Prism tucked her vape away and started stretching her fingers out as she walked.

“I am. But if Visi can get away with it then so can I.”

They both got into the elevator, Flambae tried covering the buttons by standing in front of them. Someone else tried to get in with them but a glare from the pair was all it took for the person to change their mind and take the stairs.

Prism folded her arms.

“Thought you didn’t care?”

“Pshh. I don’t. I just don’t want you to get in trouble or have to deal with Chase. I mean we’re still on the clock after all.”

Flambae wasn’t ready to admit that he might care, because he fucking doesn’t. And he doesn’t appreciate his friend trying to prove otherwise. He leaned against the wall arms folded casually.

“It’s lunch in two minutes. I’ll just follow him into the breakroom.”

She reached her arm around his waist and hit the button for the dispatch floor.

Flambae stiffened up and narrowed his eyes at her. The doors closed giving them some privacy.

“I know what you’re trying to do right now, and I hate it.”

Prism returned to her folded arm position, matching his own.

“You gonna admit that you give a shit?”

Flambae scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Never.”

They waited in silence for the doors to open. Flambae had to keep himself from physically reacting to the ding of the elevator. Prism marched on out and Flambae did his best not to follow her.

He was going to press the closed button for the elevator doors. Anexity was building in his chest and he was hoping Robert couldn’t feel it. He was mentally preparing himself for the tingles in his face, but what he wasn’t prepared for was if he didn’t end up feeling them.

It shouldn’t matter if they aren’t soulmates. In fact, it would clear this whole situation up. So why was Flambaes chest coiled just at the thought of it?

When he turned around to press the button he caught a glimpse of what was about to happen.

His bestie marching towards the row of desks, fist locked and loaded. Then he saw Robert, poor, unsuspecting Robert. About to get his shit rocked for reasons unknown to him.

He was rushing after Prism and grabbing her arm faster than he realised. He dragged them into a somewhat empty hallway, thankfully before Robert could see them.

“Bitch I know you did not just grab me like that.”

Flambae let go right away but still kept her exit blocked off by standing in her way. He spoke in a hushed yell.

“Okay okay! You win! I care. Only the tiniest smallest bit. Only because I don’t think he deserves to get punched over this. you know turning over a new lea—”

Prism didn’t bother to listen to the rest of his bullshit rambling and started pushing past him. Flambae panicked and grabbed her by her shoulders. Flambae wasn’t a man who begged but right now he was begging. He wasn’t ready to face either possibilities of Robert being or not being his soulmate right now. Either option would probably send him spiralling.

“Okay!! I care! Please Alice..”

Prisms face softened.

“Awe, how am I supposed to say no to that face?”

Robert: Alright everyone, that’s lunch.

Flambae jolted as if Robert was standing behind him and not just talking through his ear piece.

Prism grabbed his arm and led him to a supply closet after checking to make sure the coast was clear. She flipped on the light and fixed her gaze on the taller man.

“Alright. Now that we got that out of the way, mind telling me how you went from asking him out last night to ‘I don’t care about him anymore’?”

Flambae squirmed on the spot, biting his lip. Eventually the words just fall out of his mouth at a rapid pace.

“I was asking him out but he wasn’t paying attention because Blazer showed up so I went up to the dispatch floor to catch him and make things more clear but then I overheard Blazer asking him out and he said yes-”

The older man gasped, trying to catch his breath after spewing all those words.

Prisms eyes widened. She took off her visors off and put them on a shelf off to the side.

“Woah woah woah. Ms. Blazer asked out Robert? Seriously? What does everyone see in that white boy?”

“Hey!”

Flambae barked, head snapping down at Prism.

“My bad, my bad. So.. We crashing the date then?”

Prism popped a hand on her hip.

“What!? No! well- maybe- I don’t know.”

Flambae shoved his hands in his hair and started pacing, similar to how he reacted to finding out Robert might be his soulmate.

“Listen. I know this is all kind of happening fast, but if you don’t lock him down then someone else will.”

“Not helpful!”

Flambae stressed and stopped pacing. He wasn’t too worried about Visi stealing Robert, he’s already rejected her before. But Blazer? Robert actually seems into her.

“I don’t know Alice.. He seemed happy when Blazer asked him out.. Maybe it’s best if I just ya know.. stay out of it.”

“Nuh-uh! You are not telling me you’re about to let what’s supposed to be the love of your life GO, just because he’s being dumb right now and making googoo eyes at his boss.”

Prism grabbed Flambae by the sides of his face and yanked him down to eye level.

“What the fuck bitch- I’m trying not to be selfish for once!”

His cheeks squished against his lips, muffling his words slightly.

“No you’re just running from your problems like usual.”

Prism knows its a low blow, but Flambae needs a wake up call. She smacks one of his cheeks lightly a few times to get her point across.

“You won’t be able to ignore it forever, it will eventually catch up to you.”

Flambaes eyes squinted at each smack, his face screwing up at being called out.

“But I want him to like me for me! Not because of some stupid soulmatey bullshit!”

Prisms grip softened, cradling his face instead of gripping it.

“Aw bae.. Of course he’ll like you. He just needs to get to know you. And you need to let him. Perrrferably before his date tonight with Ms. Blazer.”

He took a deep inhale through his nose and sighed. The fight draining out of him.

“Okay.. Okay. I’ll try.. But I’m still not sure about crashing his date tonight. You know what’s the saying? Uhh.. Love something and it lets you go? No that’s not right.”

Prism let go of the taller man, allowing him to straighten up. Placing her hand on her hip she tilts her head at him.

“You mean if you love something let it go? And if it comes back it’s yours.”

Flambae snapped his fingers at her.

“Yeah that! Except he’s mine either way so ya know, more like a one last date before I lock his ass down.”

Prism raises her hand and Flambae high-fives her.

“That’s my boy. I’m gonna hold you to that.”

Flambae smiled and gave her a hug, which was a bit awkward since Prism didn’t really do hugs.

“Thanks Alice, really.”

Prism suffered through the hug for a few seconds before pushing him off and grabbing her visors and putting them back on.

“Don’t mention it. Lunch?”

Flambae grabbed the door for her.

“You got it. I gotta tell you about this flight cop guy from this morning. Forgot his name but I melted the rims of his car- Also Robert totally came to my defence and lost his shit on him. It was actually kind of hot.”

Prism punched him in the arm, hard.

“Bitch! And you were STILL questioning yourself about him!?”

Flambae rubbed his arm as they walked down the hall to find some lunch.

“It’s complicated! Anyways he nearly punched him—”

Prism raised her hand to pause him.

“Hold up- You melted a guys car and Robert nearly punched the guy for getting pissed about it??”

“What no- Let me start over.”

The pair continued their gossiping over lunch.

Flambae felt better and a bit more certain about what he wanted to do with this soulmate situation.

That was until second shift.

Robert was quieter, just responding to calls and sending everyone off without much banter or chatter. He’d occasionally give his two cents to whatever conversation is taking place, but besides that he wasn’t fully present.

Flambae tried not to over think it too much.

“Anyone else notice how quiet Robo is being? It’s making me kind of nervous. Don’t think they’re rethinking the whole cutting someone thing, do you?“

Sonar was talking to Punch Up while pouring himself some coffee.

Flambae was trying to not to listen in, but of course he is listening because how could he not?

“I wouldn’t worry about it lad. Dispatcher probably just didn’t get enough to eat at lunch.”

Punch Up wasn’t worried.

And he was right. Nothing to worry about. Roberts probably just tired.

“Or he’s drooling over Blazer again.”

Visi appeared in the room with a huff.

“Guy even turned down a threesome. Knew I should have asked Blazer first.”

Sonar snapped to attention.

“A threesome? Is that still on the table, because I will tota—”

“In your dreams bat for brains.”

Visi didn’t even consider it.

Sonar deflated at the immediate rejection before trying to negotiate on a twosome. Punch Up ended up wandering off some point in the conversation, giving a proper Irish goodbye by well.. not giving one at all.

Visi was probably just venting, everyone knew she had a thing for Robert.

But it was starting to get to Flambaes head..

Was Robert really drooling over Blazer?

He was fine with him going on a date with her, because Flambae intended to steal him away with ease the following day. But what if Robert falls in love with her?? What if he already has?!

The rest of the shift he spent spiralling.

Robert didn’t even overly care about the few slip ups Flambae had on his missions. Did he even notice Flambaes distress!?

When the last shift ended, Flambae headed to the locker rooms.

He touched up the gel in his hair for the flight home. It was more comfortable and easier to shower at home than it was to use the ones in the locker rooms.

He waited for Prism outside of the womens locker room, but she seemed to be in a bit of a rush. She gave a ‘Don’t you dare back out of this.’ before wishing him luck and heading off further into SDN. Probably forgot her vape somewhere.

Flambae was walking towards the exit, dragging his feet while he mentally debated on marching through the halls until he found Robert and set things straight between them. But god, for the first time he was struggling to find the courage.

Thankfully he didn’t have to.

“Hey Flambae, got a second?”

Flambae turned to see Robert doing a light jog to catch up to him, Beef waddling with a determined furry face trying to keep up with his owner.

“What happen? Thought you had to hurry off to your date. Blazer stood you up?”

Okay he came off a bit more petty and snarky than he meant to, sue him. His supposed to be soulmate might be seeing someone else.

unless he really did get stood up.. Hope flared in Flambaes chest.

Please say yes please say yes please say yes.

“Nope. Still got a date to go to in a few minutes. But I did say I would take you and the team out for drinks or dinner some time. And that I would plan it with you today soo.. What did you have in mind?”

Robert looked up at Flambae with those damn brown eyes that Flambae couldn’t look away from, waiting for them to plan something together. Robert had rushed to catch up with him and risk being late for his date just to talk to him like he said he would. And— Oh Fuck it!!

Flambae reached down and started harshly pinching his own thigh, he kept his gaze on Roberts face, waiting for a reaction. He should feel this. Is it hard enough? He’s pretty sure he’s bruised himself at this point, he was getting ready to pierce his skin with his fingers but.. No..

“Whaaat are you doing?”

Robert simply looked confused. Tilting his head in the same manner that Beef was doing behind him.

Flambae stopped, his jaw going slack. Hope draining from him.

“Seriously?”

“Um.. Was that supposed to do something?”

It’s clear Robert doesn’t know what’s going on. His eyes are wide in concern and confusion.

Of course not.. Of course Flambae was wrong.. Of course it was nothing more than a one sided crush..

But he was so certain, Prism saw it too so why.. Why doesn’t he feel it too?

“Of course not. Why would it? Go get ready for you date before Blazer really does stand you up. Prism and I will plan the bar trip just bring your wallet on Friday.”

Flambae put his hands on his hips, not wanting to show even a hint of vulnerability in the moment. He wouldn’t be caught dead looking sad over a guy.

Just end the conversation so Flambae can go blow up his feelings in the parking lot.

Did he get it wrong? Soulmates are supposed to be subtle but the signs should still be there, especially with Flambae practically shoving it in Roberts face.. Are one sided soulmates a thing.. are.. they not soulmates?

“Oh. Yeah I can do that. ”

Robert stepped back and leaned down to scoop up Beef. The lard with legs licked Roberts face in appreciation, thankful for not having to take another step.

The look on Roberts face was off. Had he wanted to plan a proper outing for the team. Was Flambae being too harsh in his tone?

Robert started walking away, and Flambae tried to stop his heart from breaking.

This is fine. This is good even! Now he can get over this stupid little crush and move on with life! And hey good for Robert too right! Dating Blazer will probably be great for him.

This is fine! Really!

Best outcome!

Weight off his shoulders!

“Hey Bob!”

Robert turned to look over his shoulder. He’d see Robert tomorrow, and everything would go back to normal.

“Have a good date tonight. I mean it.”

Robert smiled, and a tiny being inside of Flambae wished to keep that smile for himself.

“Thanks Flambae. Have a goodnight.”

He’ll see Robert tomorrow..

So why.. Does he feel like Roberts walking away for good..?

Flambae was still trying to convince himself he was fine on his way to the parking lot. But he set fire to a planted bush by the doors.

His chest hurt, he wanted to burn more. But he lacked the rage he usually felt.

“Neither of those times should count. You both surprised me and I was NOT trying to kiss either of you.”

Robert tried to defend himself from this slander.

“Should we ask Blazer then?”

Visi asked with an evil knowing grin.

Robert quickly shoved a big sized bite of his triple crunch taco and avoided eye contact. his is the last time he invites the team out for lunch.

“Okay woah, how many of you co-workers have you kissed Robert?”

Prism leaned on the table, involving herself more into the conversation.

“Phen and Visi don’t count. They kissed me, not the other way around.”

Robert insisted.

The room felt like it was getting hotter but it was probably just from being squished between everyone in their little booth.

Booth seats were not a good idea. Phen was to his right, Waterboy to his left, followed by Flambae and Prism. Poor Waterboy was sizzling from sitting too close to Flambae- Who the hell thought of this seating arrangement?? Everyone simply crammed in without thought.

The only thought out part of these seating was finding a booth with a wall that Mal could open a portal on so Golem could be part of the group well sitting outside.

“Ouch. Glad to know I didn’t count.”

Visi rolled her eyes. It was a long time ago, they both should be over it by now.

“I too am deeply offended Robert Roberson.”

Phenomaman frowned down at him.

Robert just gave a sheepish smile, not all that sorry for either of them.

“Sorry Bud.”

Robert wasn’t expecting Phenomaman to start leaning down.

“Perhaps we could kiss again to be sure of your capabilities.”

Before Robert could react, he heard a yelp from his other side catching his attention.

“U-UH! A-Actually- Maybe yo- Robert shouldn’t. M-Might make Visi jealous?”

Waterboy was stuttering which was.. concerning. He’s made so much progress with his confidence issues over the years, especially with the team.

“I won’t get jealous? I got over my crush on Robert like immediately, I’ve never met a man that made be dryer.”

Visi leaned back in her seat, seeming more than happy to watch the alien smooch their dispatcher.

Waterboy was struggling to find the right words.

“Rig-ight I was- ust you know, n-not ap- ac-?”

“Shut Up Wetboy.”

Flambae cut Waterboy off sharply, but still soft enough to tell he wasn’t actually pissed at the younger hero.

“Y-Yep shutting- Being quiet now.”

Waterboy grabbed his drink and started slurping on it.

Prism reached over Flambae to comfortingly pat Waterboys knee.

“Uhhh.”

Robert didn’t even bother addressing whatever that interruption was. Waterboy was probably just trying to save him from kissing Phen, or maybe he genuinely was worried about Visi? Robert didn’t have a lot of time to think on it since Phenomaman was still leaning over him.

Robert sighed and looked up at Phen. He wasn’t exactly excited to kiss him but might as well just get it over with. It’s not Phen will get attached romantically, and can’t do anything beyond kissing physically.

“Eh fuck it. Sure.”

Robert leaned up and Phenomaman met him half way. Their lips meshed, Robert physically cringed at the moustache getting shoved up his nose. But Robert was ready this time for their kiss, so he kissed him as normally as he could to try and dismiss the bad kisser accusations.

When they pulled away Robert made a face and pulled a strand of moustached hair out of his mouth.

“I suppose that is better than last time. Apologies for my the facial hair Robert Robertson, I suppose I am due for a trim.”

Phenomaman looked content with the outcome, if not a bit embarrassed about the moustache hair.

Waterboy yelped. Robert turned his head to see Golem reach through Mals portal and pick up a sizzling Waterboy. Flambae took Waterboys spot, Prism scooting with him before Golem place the sizzling hero safely next to the pop star.

“So we all getting a turn or what?”

Visi smirked, leaning on the table like she was getting ready to snatch Robert and pull him up on the table for the group.

Mal raised her hand, burrito held half eaten in her other.

“I’m down for that.”

Robert should have seen this coming.

He debated on fighting back, jumping through the portal to the outside and making a run for it. But he knows once the team gets an idea in their head, it will just spin around in their head until they find the next new thing or accomplish their first goal.

His debate was cut short.

Flambae grabbed him by both shoulders and pushed him back against Phens side to pin him. Their lips slammed together and god— No wonder Waterboy was sizzling, Flambaes felt like he was on fire despite not seeing any smoke or flames.

Flambaes lips moved smoothly against Roberts. It still felt different from kissing Phen. Flambae was big but Phenomaman was bigger. Flambaes lips though felt hotter, softer? The movements were more demanding and skilled. He didn’t grow out his facial hair, his scruff was rubbing against Roberts like velcro and it felt.. kind of okay? Weird but, better than the moustache.

Robert shouldn’t have left his jaw slack because Flambae slipped in the tip of his tongue to meets Robert. It felt like someone was using his tongue to put out their cigarette.

By time Roberts brain caught up he didn’t have the time to object. Flambaes lips heated to the point of burning.

Flambae pulled away thankfully, but not before leaving Roberts lips feeling like they had been soaked in hot sauce.

Robert quickly took a drink of his soda, but it did little to cool the burn. He spoke somewhat slurred since he was trying not to use the burned part of his tongue

“Was the tongue necessary?”

Flambae reclined with a satisfied yet mischievous smirk. His leg crossed over the other and both arms rested on the back of the booth, one above Robert. He was checking his fingernails casually, but his eyes kept darting to Roberts face.

“Yes, couldn’t let alien boy steal the show. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Welp. I’m wet”

Visi deadpanned with a sigh.

Golem joined the conversation.

“TMI V.”

“Soooo. My turn?”

Sonar spoke up from besides Mal. Even Mal shot him a confused look.

Robert however just glared because no, he doesn’t want to go through kissing everyone after just having his mouth burned.

Sonar raised his hands and lowered his ears.

“Kidding! Kidding!”

Everyone else had moved on with their conversations and seemed to be in good moods.

All except Robert.

Finishing lunch was awful, because eating tacos with hot sauce on them was unsurprisingly un-enjoyable. But Robert continued eating out of spite.

“Here.”

Flambae had placed a small thing of sour cream in front of Robert.

Robert shot him a glare.

“Don’t be such a bitch, it’ll help with the burn. Don’t be petty, just enjoy your tacos.”

Flambae had gone as far to pour some of the sour cream on Roberts left over tacos.

Robert wanted to be stubborn, but he also wanted to enjoy his tacos. So he accepted the sour cream and finished eating.

On their way out, while the group started dispersing, Robert couldn’t help but get a jab in.

“Oh Chad, hold on for a second.”

Robert waved Flambae over away from the group.

Flambae swaggered over with artificial confidence. Possibly worried about if he crossed the line earlier.

“Whats up Bobert?”

Robert crossed his arms and gave a serious look, his eyes glancing around to make sure no one else was listening or paying attention.

“I didn’t want to say anything in front of the others but.. Your lips are..”

Robert drew it out, which made Flambae teeter anxiously on his feet. A look of suspense stuck on his face.

“My lips are what..?”

Robert drew it out a bit more before finally speaking.

“Chapped.”

Flambaes face went from confused, to shock, to being appalled.

“They are not! I wear chap-stick!! See!?”

Flambae whipped out his chap-stick from his front jean pockets, proving that he indeed uses chap-stick.

Robert burst out laughing, because the chapped lips line was an oldie but a goodie.

Flambae rolled his eyes and slid the chap-stick back into his pocket.

“Oh ha ha, very funny. Bonezone said it once and now it’s a thing, I get it.”

Robert barely finished laughing by time Flambae had leaned in again.

“How about we try again, show you how chapped my lips really are.”

Robert simply raised his hand in between them.

“Pass. My lips have suffered enough for one day, thank you very much for that by the way.”

Flambae straightened up with a content grin.

“Can’t handle the heat Bob Bob? Maybe I should cool it down for you.”

Robert backed up, breaking the intimate distance they had with a mischievous smirk of his own.

“You? Cool down? Never. You’ll just have to find someone who can handle you on fuego.”

“You seemed to handle me fine before.”

Flambae was clearly referencing all the times him and Robert had gone toe to toe, inside and outside the office during their little argument and disputes.

Robert just fondly rolled his eyes with a smile and headed off towards his own car.

“I’ll see you at work Flambae.”

“Ugh.. See you later Bob Bob..”

I know the liverleaf one was a thing but I thought there was a different one

Flambae would ask to take him home. Robert would reject him per usual. They’d banter a bit more and laugh by the end of it while continuing to bug each other. They’ve really become good friends over the years.

But on a few rare occasions, instead of bantering or laughing after the initial rejection, Flambae would storm off or skulk away to sulk. Sometimes even throwing in a snide remark if he was drunk enough

‘You’re not my type anyways’

‘I can get with anyone. I don’t need you. Lucky I even considered it. In fact I’m going to go sleep with someone now.’

‘You’re missing out. You don’t even know!’

One time he just muttered a quiet “Hoe” as he slunk off to sulk alone in a corner, or on Prisms shoulder. Sometimes he really would go find someone else to hit on only to still end up leaving the bar alone.

The comments seemed more defensive rather than aggressive, like he was trying to save whatever was left of his ego. Maybe Robert had rejected him too harshly those times? Or maybe Flambae had just drank too much considering he was usually heavily hung over by the next day.

It didn’t happen often, only a handful of times over the years.

Flambae would brush it off everytime once he was sober enough to remember what happened. Stress from family or work, the guy he had been seeing is being a dick, he’s going through a dry spell. The usual excuses from Flambae.

Flambae didn’t ever apologise directly. He’d give whatever reason had him in a mood that night, then bring Robert lunch or buy him a drink to make it up to him.

Which is improvement seeing as when they first met and were pissing each other off they didn’t acknowledge their wrongs and just continued poking at each other, then act like nothing happened the next time they saw each other.

Flambae has grown over time, so has Robert.

But there was one time that stood out to Robert..

They were at a club for their usual team bonding.

Robert spotted Flambae on the dance floor along with Prism, Sonar and Malevola. He had already had a few drinks, enough to loosen up a bit. He wasn’t a dancer but it’s part of the experience now.

Robert made his way over and started dancing with them. He shimmed with Mal, twirled Alice, boogied with Victor.

He didn’t even have to make his way to Flambae since he was already waiting for his turn.

A pair of warm hands landed on his hips well he was dancing with Victor, and Roberts face lit up at the prospect of their usual game. He was a bit surprised since they have been arguing a lot lately, Flambae had been a bit snippy with him the last little bit, but he was probably just in a mood, nothing too unusual.

He felt Flambaes chest press against his back, so Robert quickly spun around so they were face to face. Robert was greeted with Flambaes drunken mischievous grin.

Flambaes hands only left Roberts hips for a moment to let him turn around before taking back up their place. Robert always loved how warm his hands felt on his achy body. He didn’t like the casual touches at first, the hair ruffles, the casual arm around the shoulder or hand on his lower back. But over time he got used to it, fond of it even.

Flambaes thumbs rubbed along the edge of Roberts hip bones, never straying far down but still feeling incredibly intimate. Robert felt himself flush a bit, having not been touched like that before.

When he couldn’t ignore it anymore he gently grabbed Flambaes wrists, he barely had to apply any pressure before Flambae moved his thumbs to rest near the top of Roberts hips.

They kept bobbing side to side with each other while moving around the dance floor. Flambaes grin got toothy whenever their fronts brushed together, barely touching but still enough to notice, it felt intentional.

Again. It’s whatever.

Robert has jokingly grinded on the girls before when he was drunk enough, and has been grinded on, Flambae is no different, though they never did that.

They eventually separated. Had a few more shots with the team, danced with a few other people.

The team didn’t get wasted every time they went out like they used to, but tonight they were drinking alcohol like it was water.

Robert was dancing in a sea of sweaty bodies. His own body would punish him for it tomorrow, but right now he was too drunk to feel pain.

He felt hands on his hips, and for a moment he thought a stranger had grabbed him and was trying to grind on him. But it just turned out to be Flambae. Robert instantly relaxed, the older man just swayed behind him to the beat of the music, not grinding on him like he originally thought he would.

Sober Robert would know grinding with Flambae would be crossing the line, not to mention a HR violation but those don’t really exist. Sober Robert would see it as leading Flambae on, would agree to keep their playful flirting purely verbal.

But sober Robert isn’t here, drunk Robert is. And drunk Robert is a sassy bitch with a lack of impulse control.

And right now drunk Robert just sees Flambae as a friend he could do probably anything with and they could both laugh it off the next day and continue with their usual routine.

So yes. Drunk Robert curved his back to rub his flat ass against Flambae.

Robert didn’t notice the way Flambae tensed up, it wasn’t long before Flambae was following his lead anyways. They were dirty dancing on the dance floor, Flambaes hands moving from Roberts hips, up his sides, around his waist.

Roberts own hands would move over top of Flambaes, slide up his arms, reach up behind himself to hold onto the older mans shoulder.

Flambae spun them around so they were face to face, but they kept grinding on each other. He didn’t notice how Flambaes face was so close that they were breathing the same air, he was too busy staring into those bright eyes that were glowing yellow. The older mans eyes were like a mood ring, and Roberts come to understand that yellow was good.

He didn’t pay attention to how hard Flambae had gotten until he realised that he was also getting a bit hard. Only then did he gently push Flambaes waist away, but Flambae was reluctant to let go of the shorter man.

Robert chuckled and did his best to speak over the music, leaning in so Flambae can hear him.

“We should stop.”

“Why?”

Flambae called back, looking confused and a bit disappointed

Robert just gestured to the tent Flambae had pitched.

Flambae just got a mischievous grin and pulled Robert closer.

“Come to the bathroom and help me with it.”

“In your dreams.”

Robert leaned back, but Flambae leaned forward to stay close.

“How much longer are you going to tease me for Robert?”

He sounded a bit frustrated, but also longing?

Roberts brain wasn’t able to process the tone right now. He just kept smiling.

“Until you tell me to stop.”

”Whoa, easy there big guy. Still not into kissing dudes but nice try.”

Flambae leans in more. His eyes starting to close, lips getting closer to Roberts. Robert panicked and pushed him away. That sobered him up enough to draw a line, maybe if he was drunker he wouldn’t care about something small like a kiss. But he knows this would be going too far.

This was the part where Flambae laughed.

”Are you seriously still saying that? Even after all that? You’re just going to keep leading me on??”

Flambae’s body got ridged and heated in an unpleasant way. That beautiful yellow in his eyes swirled into a blood orange that Robert had come to associate with anger.

He hadn't laughed..

Robert felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him, but he was still struggling to sober up the rest of his brain cells. … Why isn’t he laughing?

“Lead you on..?? What are you talking about? Since when has me saying I’m straight been leading you on?”

Flambae stepped forward. Robert tried to step back but couldn’t unless he wanted to ram himself into the dancing strangers that surrounded them.

Flambae leered over him, a mix of emotions in his eyes that was hard for Robert to decipher when his brain was busy fighting the toxins of alcohol.

“You can’t fucking work me up every time then blue ball me with that ‘I’m straight’ bullshit! If you’re so fucking straight then why do you get so excited whenever we do this back and forth! Do you just like fucking with me!?”

Robert went wide eyed and slacked jaw. He was so stunned locked that he couldn’t form an actual sentence. Had he actually been leading Flambae on? He thought they were cool, that this was mutual fun..

Robert could only watched as Flambae pushed his way through the crowd, nearly burning the people he pushed past as he stormed out.

Robert left not long after that. Giving a half assed excuse, just walking out on the rest of the team.

He felt like shit. He wanted Flambae to show up and punch him so thing could go back to normal. He did his best to remind himself that Flambae was probably just having one of his bad days..

But something ugly kept eating at his chest. Thankfully the alcohol helped him sleep.

The next day he was hungover. He wallowed in bed alone, Chase still having Beef. He kept checking the group chat but saw that Flambae hadn’t said anything.

He tried convincing himself that Flambae was probably still asleep or hungover, but metas rarely had as bad hangovers as normal people.

It wasn’t until later that night when Robert finally broke and texted him.

Robert: Can we talk about last night?

…

Minutes passed with no reply.

He debated texting Alice just to make sure Chad got home okay. But he eventually noticed that his message got left on read.

Alright. Fine.

He needs a bit longer to cool off. He’ll just try again tomorrow.

It’s not like Flambae can avoid him forever. They have work on Monday.

The ugly feeling grew in his chest that night as he tried to sleep, scratching at the inside of his rib cage like a beast trying to escape. The only thing able to sooth him and the beast to sleep was Beefs blissful snuggles. Thankfully Chase had dropped him off that morning.

By Sunday, Robert was starting to get annoyed.

Flambae still hooked up with randoms all the time, so why did their little flirting matter?

Even if Robert was into dudes and accepted Flambaes offer, it wasn’t like anything would come from it. Was it that important for Flambae to add Robert to his phones roster?? For him to be added to the fuck buddy list?

He had to go work on the mech suit and go on a patrol to keep himself from stewing. It helped clear his head.

He got home to still no text.

He wanted to clear things up before tomorrow. Robert wrote a text, only to delete it and rewrite it. He kept swinging back and forth between being petty and from being crushed from an overwhelming sense of guilt.

He ended up settling for something somewhat professional.

Robert: I want to apologise for how I have been acting towards you. It was unprofessional and wrong to flirt with you like that and it won’t happen again. Hope we can still be friends. All the best.

That message got left on read too, but that wasn’t Roberts problem. He did his best to right the situation. He’ll probably get punched in the face tomorrow and it will be over with.

But part of him still felt weighed down by the thought that it won’t be that simple to fix this.

Monday came, and Flambae was avoidant, if not a bit petty towards Robert. Robert would be petty back a few times, or ignore Flambae and try to remain professional.

Sometimes though, he’d have a hard time even looking at Flambae without feeling guilty and ashamed at how he acted.

Flambae yelling at Robert about leading him on really struck Robert in the worst way possible and the shame of it stuck.

“Okay.. So I may have messed up a bit with yelling at you the other night.. But uh.. Yeah. Apology accepted or whatever. We can go back to normal now.”

At the end of the day Flambae was waiting for him. Robert was expecting to get jumped in the parking lot when he saw Chad waiting, so he put Beef down so the pooch could watch from a safe distance. But instead Chad was standing there with his arms crossed, avoiding eye contact. The guy looked constipated with how he was fighting his expressions.

“Back to normal as in..?”

Robert stared at him deadpanned. He’d be lying if he said the weight on his shoulders hadn’t lifted a bit, but he still wasn’t letting the fiery hero off the hook that easy.

“Like we can go back to joking around and flirting and stuff. No biggie. Just, maybe we take it easy on the grinding a bit next time.”

Flambae kicked the ground lazily, still avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah.. I don’t think there will be a next time. I don’t really think it’s a good idea to flirt like that anymore. I think I’d like to keep a more professional friendship.”

Robert tilted his head in thought and held his chin. He’s relived that Flambae isn’t going to hold a grudge, but he thinks he’s already crossed the line to fully go back to the way things were. He wouldn’t be able to joke around like that without feeling like he was leading Flambae on anymore.

“Are you co-worker-zoning me right now??”

Flambae looked at Robert with a face of disbelief.

“No, not what I said. We’re still friends, I just think maybe our friendship needs some boundaries.”

Robert quickly shook his head.

“Boundaries?! Bobert I said I was sorry!”

Flambae looked even more taken aback.

“Actually, you didn’t. And boundaries aren’t a bad thing Flambae.”

Robert rolled his eyes and started walking towards his car, Beef trotting along his side.

“Okay well I’m saying it now. I’m sorry. There. Now we go back to normal, non of that boundary bullshit.”

Flambae followed after them.

Robert raised a brow as he made it to his car.

“What do you have against boundaries?”

“No one else on the Z-team has boundaries with you, not even Invisabitch! I don’t want to be the only one getting put on a leash here.”

Flambae stopped beside him, folding his arms again.

“Then maybe I should cut back on the flirty behaviour with everyone.”

Robert sighed and put Beef into his car.

“Okay yeah no. I hate you being ‘professional’ more than I hate when you pretend to deepthroat a twinkie.”

Flambae seemed to be thinking about Roberts answer while Robert headed around to the drivers side of the car and got in.

Robert starts up the car.

“I’m not pretending when I do that.”

“Wh- ROBERT!”

“see you tomorrow Flambae.”

Robert drove off.

Robert went back to acting normal, minus anything that could be considered overly flirty. He wasn’t mad at Flambae like Flambae seemed to think he was, he simply just didn’t think it was fun or appropriate anymore to act that way, if anything he was embarrassed of acting like that now.

It took weeks, maybe months for them to get back to their normal back and forth.

During that time Robert had come to realise that Flambaes feelings were a bit more than being friends or just trying to sleep with Robert. So even when the went back to their normal behaviour he decided to be more mindful of that.

Robert was trying to sneakily give Beef some of his dinner

Flambae: Robert don't you fucking dare.

Robert deadpanned: You're killing him, Chad.

Beef, a perfect weight if not still a little overweight, also acting like he's starving and dying.

Flambae: you two are pathetic.

Flambae ends up having to figure out low calorie snacks to appease Robert and Beef.

I could just do a fanfic yeah but then i feel a bit more restricted. Cause I'd be too focused on trying to keep the characters from being too out of character.

If they're out of character then I might as well just make OCs that are just similar because I do like Sam and Deans personalities and relationships, but I think I'd have more fun just making OCs that are just similar.

I know I could just do an alternate universe or something but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

I think I'm going to do a different world since I wanna add my own monsters and do my own spin on existing monsters, maybe do levels like for example a lore accurate vampire might be a low level threat well a vampire with a bit of a twist would be higher level threat or vise versa.

That way I could still do some lore accurate monsters well still having my fun with making shit up.

To be honest I probably won't be able to make many decisions on it until I actually work on it which won't be anytime soon but I'm already having ideas about it.

I also want it to be a comic since I think I'd enjoy drawing it rather than writing it.

I'd probably post it here or on webtoons or wherever else.