Give me one of
my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll try to write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
Reply
Jason wraps his arms around himself and ducks his head out of the wind. He’d forgotten his jacket when he’d stormed out of the apartment earlier, hadn’t realized it until he got two blocks away and now he feels like his fucking fingers are going to fall off.
He stops on the corner of a liquor store and a diner to check his pockets for his smokes, but apparently he left those back at home too. Fuck everything.
“Bit chilly, isn’t it?” He hears someone say behind him and Jason closes his eyes, resisting the urge to clench his fists by his side. He so isn’t in the mood to deal with this shit right now.
“Look,” he breathes out and turns to face the guy. “I’m not --”
Jason’s words just kind of dissolve in his mouth as soon as he sees the guy, bundled up in a thick, wool peacoat and a scarf, looking like something that just walked out of fucking GQ. He definitely doesn’t look like he belongs on this side of town, but he doesn’t have that creepiness about him like most of the rich fucks who ( ... )
Reply
Reply
WHY AM I SO ATTRACTED TO THAT. oh wait cuz it's Bruce :p
“No,” he says. “I think you kinda like your tires where they are.”
:DDDDD
*screeeeeeeeches* goddamnit I love them so much. JUST. SO MUCH. Bruce is an actual PERFECT human here, and I kind of love that their first encounter isn't about sex or anything but they're still so into ech other. Gosh. I AM HAVING SUCH A LOT OF FEELINGS WRITE ME A MILLION MORE PAGES OF THIS. I mean. Thank you, bb <3333
Reply
Glad you liked, bb. :*
Reply
Leave a comment