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"You still single?" Rayo asked suddenly, taking a swig from his beer.
"What?" Chad blinked, caught off guard
"Oh c'mon, you've always been hard to lo-"
"Hey, babe," Robert interrupted smoothly, leaning over Chad's shoulder to plant a quick kiss on his cheek.
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Flambae’s insufferable ex gets added to the team, and Robert quickly realizes he can’t stand the way he treats him, so he makes a reckless decision: he pretends to be Flambae’s boyfriend.
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13 Jul 2026
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A drunk night years ago led to a tongue piercing Robert had long forgotten about until the evidence was found in a box he had refused to unpack. This obviously leads to drunken conversations at a bar and getting escorted home by the guy who tried to kill him twice.
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13 Jul 2026
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How To Maintain Your Mecha-Bitch: A Mechanic's Guide by ALCatLover
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
11 Jul 2026
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There's a glow of dim light coming from the otherwise dark apartment. In the center of the concrete floor, Robert is sitting criss-cross in his boxers and a tank top, the light of Alice's posable lamp centered on his arm, faint shadows of tools and containers and a roll of paper towels scattered around in reach.
Robert's arm doesn't look normal. It still has vague texture, an idea of what a human's skin should look like, but now it's rendered in silver from the elbow down. Metallic.
A seam has opened, at the hinge of the inner elbow held in his lap. It gleams wetly in iridescent black, drawing Chad's eye even from across the room and through glass, like the same wavering effect of those images of black holes, sucking in light so hard that it can't escape.
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12 Jul 2026
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“It just… makes things fucking interesting, you know?”
“...Really. How so?” Robert said, drawing each of the syllables out slowly.
“It's like... a challenge," Flambae said, trying not to flounder. "I mean, sure, I pull whenever we go out but it’s like, not even hard, you get what I’m saying?” He gestured to their table: “not when the only other competition for those interested in dick is a furry, a stoner kid made of rocks, some 3ft loser who’s already fucking whipped, and fucking… I dunno. Connecticut Clark.”
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The one in which Flambae invents an intricate ritual rather than admit he finds Robert attractive.
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- Part 4 of fuck it! dispatch fic collection
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12 Jul 2026
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He comes back with gauze and disinfects the split skin on his knuckles. Flambae himself is hardly injured, aside from a few bruises Robert supposes he is going to wear proudly. He doesn't even sit next to him, he stands there in front of the couch, wrapping gauze around his hand with just enough care to stay on, but messy enough to show that he isn't doing this for him.
Robert sucks his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, but it's not enough to keep himself from stating what he had been thinking ever since Flambae rejoined the team. “You're still mad at me.”~Robert has an opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with Flambae. From then on, it spirals out of control.
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11 Jul 2026