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“We aren’t so different, y’know. Me and you? We make a good team.” He remarked voice even but its quickly fraying around the edges as his knuckles once again brush against Shatterstar’s. Its the third time and he can barely bring himself to do it but then it happens. Rictor’s finger tangles with one of Shatterstar’s and they meld together. A spark of joy and unease ripples through his stomach and he has to look off into the distance to gain his footing again.

Hes shaking- not from his powers but from this moment. Star’s hand starts to retreat and Rictor’s latches tight around the retreating fingers. Grip tight he gently pushes Shatterstar into a narrow row of book cases out of sight. Their entwined fingers held against Rictor’s chest, pressed between them the trembling in Rictor’s hand slows.  He couldn’t fuck this up, Star was too important and this moment was earth shattering. “Just….Just a sec, I just need a second,” but it seems like longer than a second before his hand stills against both their chests. Even longer before his hand loosens around Star’s.

senses meme: no longer accepting

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senses asks: no longer accepting

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Hes been hard at work since their return from the whole dupe dilemna and he would be lying if he said Shatterstar’s return wasn’t a welcome relief. Being out to Guido might be irritating but the pay off was an unknown weight had lifted from his shoulders. His cards were bare on the table now and anyone that didn’t like it could fuck off.

The slightest rustle and a wafting scent of leather lures his attention from his case notes. Eyes drifting upward to see Shatterstar standing in front of him from his seat nestled on the floor. He moves several piles of papers out of the way so ‘Star could sit next to him if he chose. “How was your shower? Get the Cortex out of your ears?”

His hair is wet clinging flat to his head, in several places it rebels and sticks up and in those spaces in between he thinks he can glimpse the Shatterstar he ran from so long ago. Closing his eyes he takes a breath. But the words catch in his mouth- what could he say that other people wouldn’t have whispered to ‘Star already.

Hes powerless

Hes depressed

Hes tried to kill himself more than once

* .  ♡     sentence    starters   accepting.

He can’t help but follow Shatterstar out into the rain, abandoning his latte in favor of the heavy downpour just beyond the cafes awning. After all this time, Star still loved the rain. His face is open and relaxed,vulnerable with joy when he faces the sky. The feelings blossoming in Rictors chest make him feel like a teenager again.

The first time they’d done this Rictor had rushed out into the downpour. Grasping onto his arm like a vice ‘ shatty what the hell-‘ words cut short by the glimmering of a smile in bicolored eyes. Breath freezing in his lungs he struggled to say more, but the smile was contagious, Rictors own bloomed as they stood drenched in the Arizona evening air.

Rictor gazed on in unguarded awe as the one everyone voted ‘most likely to maim’ stood beneath a breaking sky and smiled. Not on his face. But everywhere else. ‘Rictor it is incredible!’

‘Yeah’ he murmurs staring upward, ‘ you are dude.’ Leaning up he brushes a tentative kiss to Shatterstar’s cheek, swept away for the briefest before he regains his footing. ‘ shit uh see you inside shatty.’ Rictor had bolted back into the camp and swore he’d never ever do that again.

But he had done it again. And again. And again. And each time felt more natural until finally he was standing on the curb with his arms wrapped around Shatterstars waist. “Hey babe, don’t sing, no no don’t ruin it.” He laughs loud and boisterous as Shatterstars mischievous smile turns softer, they’re both drenched and he’s fairly certain one of the waitresses is going to put them on Instagram but whatever. He doesn’t fucking care anymore. “ you know I don’t like musicals.” He teases hands moving to playfully cover Stars mouth, does he actually care? Nah, it’s more a reason to tease Star and to touch those soft lips that drove him crazy.

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Rage ignited in deep brown eyes and for the fifth time he hoists himself back up off the dusty ground. Anyone else would’ve stayed down the second time Star slammed them into the ground but he refused. He swallows some blood as he stumbles before his feet find their home on the ground. The earth strong beneath his feet anchoring him to the ground as his blood beats harder in his ears. Everyone was afraid of him; seven feet of solid muscle and eyes that glinted with light just like the swords he had the audacity to carry everywhere. Everyone was afraid except for Rictor.

“My-my Goal?” He spluttered pointing his thumb back to his chest, a jagged hole where the rest of his favorite workout shirt had been mere moments ago. Incredible.This mad max wannabe thought he knew anything about him. The fucking nerve he had doing half this shit. “You don’t know shit about me or my goal,”he was getting up close and personal now completely ignoring the swords and Shatterstar’s fists being so close. The punches have already flown whats the worst Star could do now. “I’m not like you, dude, I’m not Cables little soldier so either shut up and spar with me or leave me the hell alone!”

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kiss meme: accepting

training turned tension meme: accepting

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If there was one thing he loved about Shatterstar its that he didn’t hold his punches no matter who you were. That went for him too. Rictor had just gotten done touching his newly busted lip when a flash of crimson and white bolted back into view. “Ah shit-”, the next thing he knows hes flat on his back staring up at his assailant. Really he should be impressed with himself that he lasted this long against a Mojoworlder but hes still not happy with his less than graceful defeat.

Still theres something to be said for the privilege of being alive to view Shatterstar’s chiseled features from this angle- and Rictor is opportunist enough to take that as a win. With his wrists pinned at either side of his head he glances between them and then back up at Shatterstar. Unabashedly remarking, “ didn’t know you had gotten into BDSM while we were apart.” The whole way to win with Star was to try and throw him off for just a second-thats all Rictor would need.