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manywingedcongrats on the followers, you deserve them! would it be possible for you to write a short ricstar fic, maybe with the dialogue prompt "don't keep me waiting too long?" (idk) if you already have a lot of requests to deal with though that's ok
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carrionkidi’m not taking requests anymore, just filling ones i already have
routine - 1264 words, also available on ao3
this is just. so fucking domestic. THE MOST DOMESTIC. all about living together and trying to adapt to civilian life
They’ve almost got something of a routine nowadays. It’s been a couple months since they made it back to Earth, since they formally quit the team. It’s not like the team even really existed anymore, but Rictor felt like he really had to let everyone know he and Star were still alive.
It wasn’t an easy couple of months. Sure, Madrox gave them some money and sure, Ric got a job in IT the same day as his first interview, but that doesn’t mean it’s been easy. Rictor had a bit of a normal life before getting kidnapped by Cameron Hodge and bouncing from team to team, but Star didn’t.
He gets antsy without anything to do. They talked about jobs, but Star seemed anxious about the idea of trying to get a job. It didn’t feel like a social thing, especially since Star’s way better at social skills nowadays and has more than enough basic interactions memorized. But, he still seemed really tense about it. Maybe it’s because he can’t have his swords around.
So, he stays at home. Rictor works from home when he can, but a lot of the time he has to go into the office. From what Ric can tell, Star almost always has the TV running as he works out in the living room of their small apartment.
He still doesn’t even know how to relax; Ric’s taken to picking him up and holding him until he unwinds at least a little bit. It’s getting easier and easier to make him let his guard down. It’s getting easier and easier to make him realize the apartment is safe.
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i’m not taking requests anymore, just filling ones i already have
routine - 1264 words, also available on ao3
this is just. so fucking domestic. THE MOST DOMESTIC. all about living together and trying to adapt to civilian life
They’ve almost got something of a routine nowadays. It’s been a couple months since they made it back to Earth, since they formally quit the team. It’s not like the team even really existed anymore, but Rictor felt like he really had to let everyone know he and Star were still alive.
It wasn’t an easy couple of months. Sure, Madrox gave them some money and sure, Ric got a job in IT the same day as his first interview, but that doesn’t mean it’s been easy. Rictor had a bit of a normal life before getting kidnapped by Cameron Hodge and bouncing from team to team, but Star didn’t.
He gets antsy without anything to do. They talked about jobs, but Star seemed anxious about the idea of trying to get a job. It didn’t feel like a social thing, especially since Star’s way better at social skills nowadays and has more than enough basic interactions memorized. But, he still seemed really tense about it. Maybe it’s because he can’t have his swords around.
So, he stays at home. Rictor works from home when he can, but a lot of the time he has to go into the office. From what Ric can tell, Star almost always has the TV running as he works out in the living room of their small apartment.
He still doesn’t even know how to relax; Ric’s taken to picking him up and holding him until he unwinds at least a little bit. It’s getting easier and easier to make him let his guard down. It’s getting easier and easier to make him realize the apartment is safe.
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