timestamp meme
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.
“Yeah?” Jason says, smearing his finger around on his plate before bringing it back to his mouth. “You get out of line often, Bruce?”
He doesn’t even realize that he’s flirting with him until he notices the flush in Bruce’s cheeks and how Bruce clears his throat a little when the waitress comes by to give them more cocoa.
“Sorry,” Jason says, wiping his hands off with his napkin. “Occupational, uh, habit.”
Bruce just laughs -- a genuine, not mocking laugh, and Jason’s mesmerized by the way it lights up his eyes. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen that shade of blue before.
“I’ve got to be going,” Bruce says when the waitress delivers the check, taking the card that Bruce hands her, then Bruce turns back to him. “But if you don’t mind, I’d really like to see you again.”
Jason blinks at him. He’s suddenly hyper aware of the heavy coat he’s wearing, how there’s a tube of chapstick and a couple of quarters in the right pocket, a receipt and a stick of gum in the other one, and mostly how it doesn’t belong to him. That a man he met on the street just paid money to sit and watch him eat. Suddenly, Jason remembers exactly who he is, what he is, and why he has to do it.
“Um,” Jason says, trying to shrug out of Bruce’s coat but it’s like it has some kind of grip on him. He’s suffocating in the damn thing and he can’t breathe and he can’t fucking get it off. Finally he stands up to try and wrestle his way out of it and Bruce stands up to help him out of it, his eyebrows drawn together.
“Jesus,” Jason breathes out and runs a shaky hand through his hair. “Look, Bruce. We both know what I am. You don’t have to try to be all proper about it or whatever. You didn’t have to fucking buy me food to --”
“Jason,” Bruce says seriously, his mouth turning down at the corners. “I wanted to buy you a cocoa because it’s ten below out and you’re in a t-shirt and I was hungry and wanted company. I think you’re beautiful and funny and I would love to get to know more of you. If you’d rather not see me again, I completely understand, but I would very much like to see you again, under whatever conditions you set.”
Jason raises his eyebrows skeptically. No one is this unreal. “Yeah? What if I just want you to buy me more pie?”
“Then we’ll have pie,” Bruce says. “Though I’d pay extra if you let me take you somewhere that serves actual coffee.”
Jason full out laughs at that and when he does Bruce just beams at him, his eyes fully focused on him like he’s the only thing in the room.
“Deal,” Jason says finally, already feeling the chill without Bruce’s coat hanging off of him. “Next time you feel like watching some dumb kid get food all over his face, you know where to find me.”
“Indeed,” Bruce says and looks out the diner windows where it’s began to snow. “Can I drive you home?”
Jason laughs again, this time a sharp, bitter laugh. Yeah, Bruce’s car in that neighborhood would go down real well. Down on blocks, maybe.
“No,” he says. “I think you kinda like your tires where they are.”
Bruce smiles, then holds his coat out to Jason. “Then take this.”
“Bruce,” Jason sighs. “I do own a jacket, you know.”
“I’m sure you do,” Bruce says. “But you don’t have it right now and the next time I see you I would much rather it not be in the hospital from pneumonia. So either take the coat or allow me to drive you home.”
“Fine,” Jason huffs and takes the coat from him, slipping his arms back into it and feeling about ten times warmer already. He seriously may never take the damn thing off. “But this isn’t like --”
“I don’t expect anything,” Bruce cuts him off. “In fact, you can return it the next time I see if you, if you want.”
“Yeah,” Jason says, slipping his hands back into the pockets, pulling out the stick of gum and popping it into his mouth. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good,” Bruce says, reaching out and wiping a bit of whipped cream off of Jason’s lip before he leaves. “See you soon, Jason.”
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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
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Glad you liked, bb. :*
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