#glass snippets

[glass-noodle]

Connor is, for lack of a better term, a try-hard. He puts his all into everything he does and it’s half exhausting, half endearing, and 100% Connor.

Markus is the same. He’ll light himself on literal fire to keep others warm. He’ll give and give until there’s nothing’s left, and he’ll smile and hold your hand and thank you for it.

When they’re together, they don’t know how to take. Connor runs himself ragged trying to keep Markus safe, which isn’t an easy feat when Markus is constantly throwing himself in front of Connor at any sign of danger. They’re driven to exhaustion orbiting each other, racing down the mutual path of sacrifice and self-destruction.

[glass-noodle]

Hank feels a bit stupid, showing up to work with his brightest Hawaiian shirt peeking out from underneath the collar of his worn brown coveralls. But fuck it; he felt like making an actual effort today. Had nothing to do with Connor brightening when he’d shown him pictures of the last time he’d worn a Hawaiian shirt — three summers ago, the last time he’d taken Cole to the beach.

It’s more than a little bittersweet, wearing this type of shirt again (Jen had disparagingly labelled them “gaudy”). He can’t quite bring himself to wear the ones he’d worn on past vacations with Cole; the memories are too raw, bright and worn rough with pain. But he did manage to dig this one from the depths of his closet — a bright turquoise shirt with flowering coral patterns on it, a Christmas gift from Jen that he’d never gotten to wear. The memory of her is marginally less painful than the ones he has of Cole.

When he enters Connor’s enclosure, however, Connor doesn’t react in quite the way he’d expected. Instead of greeting Hank with his customary chirp, he just stares at Hank as he eases himself down onto the platform, lunchbox and fresh fish in hand. His gills flutter.

“Connor?”

The merman’s deep, dark eyes dart up to meet his. He looks — fuck, the kid looks sad. He lets out a low, barely audible trill, the melancholy sound reverberating through the quiet enclosure. Hank doesn’t think he’s even aware that he’s doing it.

…Maybe today wasn’t a good day to visit.

ok but that fanart of hank giving mer!connor one of his shirts made me think of hank wearing one that reminds connor of the coral reefs 😭

[awriternamedart]

Narukami Yu wasn't the touchy type. He wasn't against it or anything, it just wasn't really his vibe most of the time.

That was, until Hanamura Yosuke came into his life.

Yosuke wasn't a big touchy person by any means— he was actually pretty distanced from a lot of the people around him. Chie, Yukiko— he rarely came into physical contact with them. Even when Kanji, Teddie, Rise, and Naoto came into the picture, his gestures never went beyond fistbumps or the occasional handshake.

In fact, the most he had really noticed was that he was okay with giving Nanako a piggyback ride.

Which is why, when Naoto came up to him as they were finishing up preparations with that simple observation, it threw Yu for a loop.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Hanamura is far closer to you then the rest of the group." They said, rather plainly. It was if they were stating just simple fact, like 'you can breathe air.' "You and him often exist in each others personal space. I'm surprised you two don't have a duel tactic like Amagi and Satonaka, or him and Teddie."

Yu had kind of blanked on them, admittedly, humming noncommittally before Naoto turned the subject back to their tactics for battle. But it had circulated around in his mind, suddenly becoming far more aware of his partner's antics.

Like whenever they were idling at Junes' for some reason, Yosuke would be leaning towards him, if not on him if Yu was sitting down. Or he'd sidle right next to him and elbow him in the side to get his attention, or constantly be next to him whenever they were resting or sitting or in preparation phases. It was a little embarrassing as he became so aware of how close Yosuke simply just resided near him— but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Until he realized Yosuke had stopped.

It was strange. There was this chill that seemed to permeate when he first noticed it. It began not long after Naoto had brought it up to him, when Yosuke seemed to suddenly disappear from his side. It wasn't that far away, he was still nearby, but now there was this distance. It was unfamiliar, chilling.

He didn't like it. Not one bit.

Yosuke seemed surprised when Yu divvied up the exploration team into pairs this time around, and took Yosuke with him. It wasn't meant to be any sort of serious mission, he was just looking for some items for some people, but when even Rise and Teddie were paired up to scope out the place, it was a little concerning.

Especially when Yu took Yosuke as his partner for this investigation.

They were barely a few rooms in when Yu suddenly pulled them to a stop for a break. Yosuke had barely even broken a sweat from the two fights they had gotten into, wiping his blades clean as he looked to his partner, who had sheathed his own blade and set it aside.

"You good, partner? If I didn't know better, I'd say you made up a ruse for us to hang out!" He had to poke fun a little, but genuine concern colored his voice. Yu cracked a faint smile at that before he set his sword down. "Seriously, Yu— whats going on-!?"

His voice taped off into a small squeak when Yu suddenly collapsed on top of him, arms loosely wrapped around Yosuke's waist. A small sigh escaped him as he shoved his face into Yosuke's shoulder with a faint murmured apology.

"Sorry."

"Woah-hahah- a little close there, Yu— the others, they could— you uh- you— whats going on-?" Yosuke scrambled to gather his words, idly pushing on Yu's body to no avail. He gave up after a few seconds, stiffly just standing still, "Seriously, whats with you??"

Yu seemed to pause for a second, though he didn't budge much. If anything, his embrace got tighter.

"You've been avoiding me."

Yosuke flinched immediately, and Yu knew he had hit the nail on the head. So it had been purposeful.

"Geez, you- you noticed that..?" Yosuke murmured, ears turning a vibrant red. before his voice got a little bit louder. "Whaddya mean, partner? I haven't— been avoiding you. I'm right here!"

Yu stood up just enough to give Yosuke an unimpressed look, he had heard him clear as day, and Yosuke took all but two seconds to crumble, sheepishly folding his arms as Yu finally stepped away.

"Sorry, partner— I thought you wouldn't notice.."

"So you were avoiding me." Yu put his hands in his pockets, bangs drifting as he tilted his head to the side.

"I wasn't avoiding. I was just— putting more distance so you weren't uncomfortable!" He stumbled over his words, trying to brush his hair out of his face. "Naoto asked me about it so I figured you must look uncomfortable or something, so I just—"

"Did I ever say I was?"

Yosuke's face got redder.

"N-no, but—.. no. No, you never said anything." He gave up trying to defend himself under Yu's pointblank stare, hanging his head. Yu at least chuckled a little, getting Yosuke to glare at him— which only got amusement in return.

"What did Naoto say? They only mentioned that you were closer to me then the rest of the group when they talked to me." Yu had to admit he was a little curious. While Naoto was a valuable asset to the team and was only attempting to connect by sharing their examinations, Yu knew Yosuke would probably overthink it just that little bit.

"Sh- they only said somethin about me only really bein touchy with you. Or something like that." He looked to the side, pushing his headphones up a little. "It was a- wait, they said something to you as well?"

Yu nodded.

"They had mentioned to me their surprise that we didn't have a joint attack, and that you and Teddie instead had one instead of me and you." He rolled his neck a little, before looking bacl to Yosuke with some sort of forlorn look on his face. "Can I hug you again?"

"Wh— dude, seriously?!"

"You haven't been near me in a week and a half. I miss you." Yu's plainspoken nature never failed to throw Yosuke off guard. He said whatever he wanted to, with this same sort of smoothness that made it seem like no matter what the words were, he was going to be right. Yosuke could only stare at him blankly, cheeks burning a brighter red by the second, before he relented under Yu's stare, groaning.

"…you can't say stuff like that, partner." He put his arms out, Yu's face lighting up with the barest shift in his calm expression. Almost immediately he was melting back into Yosuke, this time his face nearing Yosuke's neck, arms tighter as Yosuke hesitantly put his hands on Yu's back. "Not to me.."

"Why not? Its the truth. Why would I deny you the truth?" Yu was genuine, but he couldn't see the scarlet that drowned Yosuke's face and neck, the tips of his ears matching the rosy red as his heart raced, faster then he had even at the riverbank. He didn't respond to Yu's question, instead just curling his hands into fists and holding onto Yu's school uniform jacket.

Hate it as he may, he had missed their casual intimacy too.

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Casual Touch - awriternamedart

p4g has gripped me so tight im about to pop its not funny anymore

[last-starry-sky]

another a+ youtube video inspo pull: Uber eats bike delivery Simon.

imagine ordering some greasy delivery at the ass crack of morning (after a night out/sick/just wanting to treat yourself) only instead of sneaking downstairs to grab your food, you run right into your delivery man: all six feet, 200+lbs of him. You’re spiraling because you’re hungry af and absolutely certain this man in all black, gloves, and a fucking mask is a commando sent to kill you if you open the door. In reality, the second he saw you lurking around like a skrunkly stray cat in last nights clothes and sweat-mussed hair; he was in love.

[phonification]

RIP NICKEL GONE TOO SOON

[neon-kazoo]

Hey, I hope you have a good day.

I was thinking about a small story with a Hero that has super strength and the muscles to show for it, meanwhile, Villain is in a dark corner, quietly enjoying (swooning over?) the show of strength the Hero displays (it can be whatever you want, the Hero can lift up a heavy wall or even just train).

It is up to you if you want the Hero to know of Villain’s presence or not :)

Of Swooning and Super Strength

(Warning: risk of training accident?)

The gym was closed to the public, but hardly anything was ever closed to the city’s golden savior. All the machines were free, all the weights available for use, and there was no one to protest Hero’s outrageously loud work out playlist.

A private setting, allowing for all the mirror flexing and shirtless benching the hero’s heart desired.

Well, it should have been private. Camouflage abilities certainly had their advantages.

As such, Villain leaned quietly against the wall of lockers with crossed arms and an excellent view.

Sweat dripped down hard and defined muscles, hair slick with the sheen of perspiration, skin so perfectly tanned-

Well, the city didn’t call them ‘golden’ for nothing.

Villain’s eyes traced every movement of the hero’s body as they raised an impressive stack over their head repeatedly. Briefly, they flicked to the weight labels, doing some quick mental math and—wow—if that wasn’t the weight of ten Villains combined.

Villain made a note to add ‘show off’ to hero’s growing list of titles, not that they minded at all.

And then it was off to the bench press, Villain’s personal favorite. Hero loaded on weight after weight, plate after plate until they ran out of room. They laid back and unracked the bar, pumping through at least 50 reps with ease. Villain found themselves a bit breathless with the display.

It wasn’t until Hero started to slow that Villain really started to pay attention, though.

Suddenly Hero was sporting a face Villain had never seen before. They looked…pained. They were struggling.

With a heavy bar above their neck.

Arrogant hero, attempting that much weight without a spot, super strength be damned. How embarrassing it would be for a hero to go down in a training accident, of all things.

For Villain’s hero to go down.

With a heavy sigh drowned out by the blasting of the Sing 2 soundtrack, Villain crossed the room and stepped up to the bar. The hero was far too busy straining with accompanying grunts in an attempt to re-rack the bar to notice. The villain’s hands hovered under the bar, as close as they dared to Hero’s peripheral vision.

Oddly, the temperature in the room seemed to rise with the proximity.

Regrettably, Villain lost track of the heavy rise and fall of the hero’s chest in favor of tracking the progress of the steel bar. After a tense few seconds, the crime-fighter managed to raise their arms the final inch and slide out from under the press.

Villain stepped back as the hero blew out a breath.

“Phew, close one.”

They sat up and—impossibly— their gaze drifted to where Villain had quickly retreated back to the shadows. Villain held their breath and a second passed before the hero winked and turned around.

The villain was too frozen to do much of anything while the hero pulled their shirt back over their head, grabbed their water bottle, and left.

[isame-allen]

At the gym :D

[toinkeroo]

Shiz University Group Chats Presents:

The Paleontology Professor, Part 1 of 3

[In the same chaotic style and spirit of the Shiz University Group Chats AU but stand-alone? Because I have different plans for the plot except I wrote this in one fevered sitting. Anyway. Enjoy.]

Part 1: Shiz University's new visiting paleontology professor looks suspiciously like a certain Winkie Prince.

Pt. 1: The Paleontology Situation (Spiritual, Emotional, Horny) [ Elphaba 💚 | Glinda 🌟 | Fiyero 🔥 | Boq W. | Avaric 💸 | Pfannee the Pfirst | Shenshen 👠 ]

Pfannee the Pfirst: Update: the Natural History Dept has acquired a visiting lecturer He said “coprolite” and I felt things

Shenshen 👠: He pushed up his glasses and someone whispered “that man could excavate me.” Wasn’t me. But spiritually, it could have been.

Glinda 🌟: No because WHY is he dressed like the brooding academic love interest in a very slow-burn enemies-to-lovers fic

Pfannee the Pfirst: Or like he’s about to inherit a crumbling estate and seduce the local governess

Boq W.: Wait. Is he the one with the rolled-up sleeves and the arm veins?? Asking for academic reasons

Elphaba 💚: Okay but Objectively WHY does he look exactly like

Avaric 💸: wait WAIT

Shenshen 👠: No because if Fiyero wore glasses and had tenure

Glinda 🌟: oh my Ozians it’s Academic Fiyero like… Villain Origin Fiyero like “burned a university down once but published a paper about it” Fiyero

Pfannee the Pfirst: he looks like he keeps fossils in his coat pocket and secrets in his past

Boq W.: I’m gonna pass out. He just said the phrase “seductive sedimentation” out loud

Fiyero 🔥: ok FIRST OF ALL no. second of all. ABSOLUTELY NOT. I don’t even LIKE fossils I’m more of a dance-instead-of-research kind of guy

Glinda 🌟: interesting that no one accused you and yet here you are

Fiyero 🔥: I just think it’s wild how easily you’ve all been seduced by some dusty rock nerd with cheekbones

Elphaba 💚: He also cited his own book in casual conversation and no one stopped him I almost respect it

Avaric 💸: he winked at me when he said “bone record”

Shenshen 👠: anyway we’re all switching majors

Fiyero 🔥: I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW I HAVE CHEEKBONES TOO

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[echofoxart]

Hehe more fanfic snippets. I love writing so much lol, even if it’s a pain 80% of the time XD

This particular snippet was just because I thought it was a really funny image.

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Jax was interrupted by Caine grabbing him by the ears and teleporting both of them to the lounge. He dropped Jax, gave Ragatha and Gangle a forced wave, and then teleported right back to his office.

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

as we draw near the release of the next issue here's my list of (not completely serious) sweet sixteen predictions:

jesse and nicholas fight that feels really brotherly even if they don't know yet. i'm saying hair-yanking, kicking shins, fingers in the face. they're playing fully unfair.

seiji gets benched and they put nicholas in instead of him (way back there was a panel about how the closer should never be replaced by the reserve....... foreshadowing perhaps?)

this leads to seiji complimenting nicholas and NOW we get nicholas realizing he has a crush too (this either spurs him on during the next bout or causes him to have a crisis)

seiji and marcus sweet moment where marcus compliments seiji and it actually means something to him because he was his idol as a kid

harvard gets to say fuck, aiden engages in more internal turmoil than normal

confirmation (as far as there has been the implication) that aiden and nate are exes and everything that comes with that

we discover whether robert coste knows about nicholas or not (my bet is on not) but jesse doesn't find out in this issue

we get some kind of insight on jesse's relationship with fencing (whether he's just a natural talent, it's just for the family, or is as obsessed with it as seiji, ect)

kyle somehow fucks shit up bad. or he has a really funny one liner. like either he's fundamental to the plot of this issue or he's just there to look back and forth between jesse and nick going "oh what the hell"

ok but seriously: harvard and marcel will probably speak during the tournament and aiden will fuck shit up either for himself or others, mayhaps along with someone actually getting him to talk

someone who's not a trusted adult discovers nicholas's relation to the costes (bobby, aiden, or kyle?) and it either gets out, so nick deals with the fallout of that, or they have the moral dilemma of telling someone (coach, robert, or perhaps nick himself)

williams/lewis crumbs lol

haiden kiss. for me specifically. it won't happen but i so wish that it would. and if it does happen it should give us insight on why aiden refuses to apply himself to fencing and harvard's relationship with being captain and responsibility, and they should be deeply troubled and shaken up by it

some more insight on nicholas's dynamic with his mom and maybe information he has about her and robert's relationship?

for the giggles: team finds out seiji never celebrated his 16th because he was in france, so they set up a little celebration for him (hence "sweet sixteen") (this is my favorite one out of all of these) (i have many emotions about seiji being in france, alone, for a year)

last but not least: someone gets carded at least once and someone yells at the refs (happens without fail at every team comp)

[glass-noodle]

Pre-relationship hankcon forced into awkward, compromising situations

Having to hide in a tight, enclosed space together on a stakeout

The classic trip-and-fall into each other, eyes wide and lips inches apart

Kidnapped and tied together. Bonus points if they have to pretzel themselves into awkward positions to try and get out of their binds

There was only one bed (of course)

Being mistaken as a couple while undercover. One of them starts denying it automatically, but the other one speaks brightly over them, playing along. Whoops! They’re fake-dating now for the rest of the case

Truth serum/virus. Connor blabs helplessly for an hour while Hank tries not to die. Or Hank slurs on and on while Connor tries to stay calm and collected enough to take care of him. Either way, it’s awkward as hell after the serum/virus wears off

Accidentally handcuffed together for an extended period of time due to the key getting lost/stolen. Connor having to stand on the other side of the shower curtain as Hank bathes. Sleeping on opposite ends of the bed. Connor yanking a cursing Hank along as he chases down a criminal. One of them becoming angry and/or disturbed at a crime scene and the other quietly taking their hand in the dark, squeezing gently.

Their friends all assume that they’ve been dating for at least a year. Hank chokes on his beer and Connor goes full yellow when the question comes up re: when they’re going to get engaged

Being stopped by street vendors who try and sell couples’ merchandise to them

“He’s not my boyfriend—”

“We’re just work partners—”

Spoilers: they were not just work partners

Near-death experience where, after making sure that they’re okay, the one who almost died rasps out a weak joke. The other one cuts them off by crushing their mouths together, before pulling away just as quickly.

Oops.

Shit.

[pergaminaa]

What i think each one of the Thirteen’s zodiac sign is:

Manon is a Scorpio (I won’t say she’s a textbook Scorpio but she is a textbook Scorpio)

Asterin is a Sagittarius (wild and adventurous. She has a fiery personality and so passionate with a big big heart but also no filter because girlie is there towing the line with her inability to keep her mouth shut)

Sorrel is a Taurus (self explanatory because she’s Manon’s rock. Very loyal and grounded she literally doesn’t budge this is a woman who takes her job seriously and there is no force in the world capable of swaying her)

Vesta is an Aries (she has a fiery personality and absolutely no impulse control)

Faline and Fallon are a Gemini (so unoriginal i know)

Lin is either an Aquarius or a Capricorn (she’s detached but very focused/determined honestly you only cross her when you’re feeling suicidal)

Edda is a Capricorn (she’s very efficient and super loyal. Knows how to get a job done)

Briar is a Cancer (honestly I’d say she is similar to Edda but also she’s not. It’s easy to put the two together since they have a similar role in the coven but she strikes me as different)

Thea is a Leo or a Taurus (super protective but also you don’t want to get her angry. She’s fiercely protective of her coven especially Kaya and Manon and she’s always wary of any strangers who are hanging around them)

Kaya is a Pisces or a Cancer (idk i feel she can be manipulative af but she looks so innocent no one can pin it on her but she’s cunning like that and knows how to use this to her advantage. Also she can be very soft and nurturing towards those who are close to her)

Ghislaine is a Virgo (super organized and neat. Honestly if you need sound advice you go to her. She’s also the mom of the group just being there taking care of everyone who didn’t listen to her advice and ended up exactly like she predicted)

Imogene is Libra (just an innocent babey who never does anything wrong girly is there existing in peace)

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

“dance for me (gf)” feels NEFARIOUS /pos (shaking excitedly.)

speak on that?? 👀🫸🎙️

^(me sliding the mic to you <333)

Hi friend! So "dance for me" is the actual title for what it actually is, which is jkeu stripper au. Essentially Rachel is the chief technical officer of Glass Industries stuck under Heather's fun, engaged to a man she's only kinda into because it makes good business sense, willing to just go along with it, because that's what she's here for...until she meets Josh, a stripper at the club where she's having her bacherlorette party. It's my "glass falcon is messy fic"

and here's a snippet I guess? --

Looking around Rachel hoped for a distraction, anything to ignore the pit in the bottom of her stomach.

That’s when she saw him. 

Hanging upside down from one of the many poles around the room was one of the most beautiful men she’s ever seen. 

Shirtless and only wearing a pair of barely there shorts, Rachel watched as he slowly span around the pole, holding himself up almost effortlessly with muscles in his arms and thighs alone. 

In a different life, Rachel had been a dancer, and she could appreciate the strength and grace that this man clearly possessed, at the same time as she bit her lip watching him move. 

“See something you like?” Rachel heard Katrina ask, as she realized she was unabashedly ogling this man. 

“Oh uh-“ Rachel knew Katrina wasn’t really judging her. It would be hypocritical to the highest degree, but she still felt like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. 

Katrina laughed, before nodding in the man’s direction. 

“He’s cute!” Katrina said “I can definitely arrange a dance if you want?” 

--

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

untitled handyman barty fic

the glasses!! they're here!!

Evan approached the doorway of the kitchen a few minutes later with a bottle of water from the cooler in the garage. He rapped once on the wall to make his presence known and heard a yelp and a clatter in response.  “Barty?” He called, drawing closer. When he peeked around to where Barty was knelt on the linoleum floor, he found him wrestling with something in his hair. “You didn’t set anything on fire, did you?” Barty gave up the fight with a huff, and when he pulled his hand away, Evan realized there was a pair of slightly crooked wire-rimmed glasses tangled in his hair near the crown of his head. Evan pointed at them. “Do you need those?” “...No.” “Then why are they on your head?” “Why are you here?” Barty snapped, making another futile attempt at pulling the glasses free. Evan held up the bottle he was holding. “Water.” Barty stopped trying to pull out a chunk out of his own hair. “For me?”

it's not edited for SHIT but i've been rotating this around in my head allll day at work and i finally got home and wrote it 😤 @floretissogay @moon-seas mentally i'm dragging you by the hand to come look; i feel like a kindergartener proudly presenting a piece of construction paper with glitter all over it

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Here, have a snippet of the first time Richie dines with the Berzattos, I wrote in my "I need to know more about Richie's family and his relationship with Mickey" brainrot.

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It’s only when he placed down his cutlery that he realised he’d finished first. A combination of no breakfast or lunch had built up into the ball of ravenous hunger that had been slowly eating his insides in a familiar way all afternoon until they got to the dinner table. The low clattering and scrapes of forks on plates stopped as he looked up to see Donna Berzatto, the mother bear herself, staring right at him. 

The familiar drop of his stomach. Her bold stare, the eye contact. He was a guest in their home, how dare he eat like such a pig. He’d be banned from Mickey’s life, banned from the house and exiled from Chicago, socially speaking anyway. Fear bubbled up, popping in worries of ‘It’ll be like before we settled all over again’ and the claustrophobic silences of home stretched out into forever until he died with a gun in his hand because no one taught him to speak up for himself and tell his dad he didn’t want to serve. 

“Richie,” she said, her words all warm and passion. “Would you like seconds?”

The blood pulsing in his ears quietned. Never in his life had he had seconds. He ate what was on his plate and that was it, it was the first thing taken away if he was bad. He’d gotten used to burning his report cards, he’d learnt which days he should race home to stop letters to his parents, or what days he should unplug the phone but hide the cord so no one would suspect a thing. 

“Yes please, mam, if I’m allowed”

“If I’m allowed?” Donna laughed, her glass of wine threatening to spill over the crisp white tablecloth. “We’re italian, honey, it’s how we show our love.”

Love. He’d only been over a few times, and she’d already said love. He’d never heard his parents say they loved each other, barely heard his mother say it, especially when his dad was home. 

She reached over for his plate, piling more pasta, he didn’t know the difference between all the types, onto his place, and more of that bread she’d screamed the house down that no one was helping her knead, and how she’d been proving it for hours without anyone caring to ask how she was. As she placed his plate back in front of him, his stomach gurgled loud enough that Mickey glanced over at him, his eyebrow raised and that spark of concern in his eyes again. 

“And don’t call me, Mam, makes me feel ancient, Donna’s fine, honey.”

“Thank you, ma-Donna.” He replied with a wavering smile. 

She ruffled his hair, her breath smelling of wine, and lay a kiss on his temple before taking her seat at the head of the table again. 

Richie could never go home after this. He wondered if he’d be allowed to stay in Mickey’s room, he didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, or in the basement. Anything was better than being suffocated at home. He wanted to stay forever in the warm arms of second portions, screaming in the kitchen, wine on the breath and love for as long as he could. 

He could never go home again.

[neon-kazoo]

A Blurry Encounter

“Stop!” Villain called towards the approaching Hero. They brought their weapon up to point directly at the head of their enemy and-

Their face looked…different today.

“Why would I stop?” The hero asked quizzically, tilting their head and continuing to stride towards their nemesis on the abandoned street.

“What do you mean ‘why would I- because I have a gun??”

“Oh!” Hero belatedly stopped in their tracks, then questioned, “That’s what that is?”

Villain stayed silent in confusion, looking between the hero, the weapon, and themselves.

“This?” Villain waved their hand for clarification, grip tight around the dark metal they were using to threaten the city’s savior.

Hero grimaced and took a step back.

“Sorry, it kinda blends into your outfit.”

Villain blinked at them.

“What did you think this was?” Villain questioned.

“I don’t know! Maybe if you hadn’t broken my goggles last week I would be able to see-“

“Seriously?! First of all, that was hardly my fault. That building practically fell itself; that foundation was definitely not up to code. Second of all, you seriously don’t own contacts?”

“It’s unnatural to touch your eyes! Plus, imagine the safety concerns: I could get something in my eye-“

“More unsafe than not recognizing a gun?”

Hero’s mouth formed a thin line at that.

“You could’ve just announced yourself!”

“You didn’t even realize I was threatening you?! Maybe try relying less on color blobs and more on context clues.”

“Maybe try paying more attention to your opponent,” Hero taunted, at the same time they loosed a small throwing dagger towards the preoccupied Villain.

Villain barely had time to watch the blade go whizzing past their shoulder.

“Wow. I didn’t think you were that blind-“

“You moved!”

“Sure I did,” Villain chuckled, pulling out a glint which Hero assumed to be a knife of their own.

“It’s a shame only one of us is near-sighted.”

Hero didn’t need their glasses to see that it was time to run.