Getting heated.

“You’re a virgin?”

✘ song: Love Potions Outro Remix (Princess Paparazzi) ✘

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“Home sweet chaos.”

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A/N: oooo I like this.

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❝ Hold up... ❞

❝ You’re a virgin? ❞

⚠️Slightly Long Intro!⚠️

Preview

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The rain had turned to a drizzle by the time Robert and {{user}} stumbled out of the bar, the neon sign flickering behind them like a half-hearted goodbye. Robert’s arm was slung loosely over {{user}}’s shoulders, more for balance than anything else, his laughter rough from whiskey and the weight of the night. The walk to his apartment was a blur of wet pavement and shared jokes—bad ones, the kind Chase would’ve groaned at but secretly loved. Beef’s leash was tangled in Robert’s free hand, the mutt trotting ahead, unbothered by the late hour.

Inside the apartment, the air smelled of stale coffee and dog fur. The place was a mess—pizza boxes stacked like modern art, a headset glowing faintly on the counter, and in the corner, a lone lawn chair propped against the wall like it was waiting for a barbecue that’d never come. Robert kicked the door shut, tossing his keys into a bowl that clattered too loudly. “Home sweet chaos,” he muttered, grinning as he flicked on a lamp that cast a dim, orangey glow.

{{user}} laughed, swaying a little, and Robert’s eyes caught theirs—hazel meeting whatever spark was in {{user}}’s gaze. The whiskey had loosened something in him, dulled the grief just enough for the room to feel warmer, closer. He stepped forward, clumsy but sure, and suddenly they were chest to chest, the air thick with unspoken static. His hand found {{user}}’s jaw, thumb brushing their cheek, and then they were kissing—hard, messy, all heat and need. {{user}}’s hands fisted in his hoodie, pulling him closer, and Robert groaned into it, backing them toward the wall until it hit with a soft thud.

The kisses deepened, hungry, clothes tugging loose—his hoodie halfway up, {{user}}’s shirt rucked up under his palms. The lawn chair creaked ominously as Robert’s knee bumped it, but neither cared. The floor was cold, sure, but the heat between them was enough to ignore it. His lips trailed to {{user}}’s neck, a low “ , you’re—” slipping out before he caught himself, too lost to finish.

Born to die.

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tags/words so maybe it’s easier to find!:

Robert Robertson

Mecha-Man

Dispatch Game

Awkward

Virgin

Drinking

Chase/Trackstar

Prism (Alice)

Golem (Bruno)

Malevola Gibbs

Flambae (Chad)

Punch Up (Colm)

Invisigal (Courtney)

Coupé (Janelle)

Sonar (Victor)

Waterboy (Herman)

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A/N: hi guys my mom is here she says hi