Oct 21, 2018
Day 21: Drain X ShattSunday prompt “braiding”
The inktober prompt works because Matt is “drained” or “tired ” .
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Day 21: Drain X ShattSunday prompt “braiding”
The inktober prompt works because Matt is “drained” or “tired ” .
For @shattsunday July Prompts: “Well, that’s just ridiculous,” he scoffed. (One of them confessing the other while being ridonculously drunk, the other not believing - at first?.)
This got lowkey angsty in the middle there, so uh, sorry abt that
"Well, that's just ridiculous," he scoffed.
Shiro set down the bottle down with a loud clunk, the liquor sloshing in it for a second before settling. "It's not ridiculous!" he said, "you don't get to decide if it's ridiculous, anyway. I'm the one who has a crush on you, and I get to say whether it's ridiculous." Although, Shiro saying he had a crush was starting to steer the conversation into ridiculous territory. They were supposed to be all adult or whatever, senior cadets and all that. They snuck a bottle of alcohol in, which Shiro thought was very mature of them.
"I think it's pretty ridiculous," Matt said. "I mean, you're… you're you, and I'm. I mean, I'm just trying to say—shit, I think I'm drunk."
Slacking off Work
Pairing: Matt/Shiro Word Count: 4,022 Rating: Explicit Summary: Shiro tags along as Matt spends the day out in a shack in the desert monitoring the effects of a dry lightning storm on an experiment alloy. It doesn't take as long as he expects to distract Matt from his work. Notes: Written for the July Challenge Prompt ‘In a Thunderstorm’ for @shattsunday.
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Excerpt:
“How long is this experiment going to take?” Shiro asks, peering over Matt’s shoulder at the screens in front of him.
Lightning flashes again, turning the inside of the tiny shack a blinding white, as well as turning the screens white where Matt is watching the security feeds from outside.
“When the storm ends or the alloy is damaged beyond repair by the lightning strikes,” Matt replies, a hint of warning in his tone.
Shiro doesn’t think he’s asked that already, but it’s been a couple of hours, and he’s getting restless enough to probably repeat himself without realising.
“When was the storm forecast to end?” he asks.
Matt turns from the screens to glare at him. “You asked to come with me, I told you that you’d be bored.”
“I’m not bored,” Shiro lies. Sitting in a tiny shack in the middle of the desert for the duration of a thunderstorm still sounds more appealing than the event Shiro’s skipping out on. His promotion had been nothing but exciting until he realised it meant he had to attend formal events in dress uniform.
Matt snorts but doesn’t call him out on his lie, tapping out some notes on his tablet as he watches the screen. Shiro doesn’t see the point of it. They could leave the computers running and analyse the data in the morning. Matt always insists on doing it manually even when it’s someone else’s experiment he’s been assigned to.
“What is this, the fourth time they’ve tested that material?” he asks, sitting heavily in his chair again.
“Fifth,” Matt replies, his tone dark.
Shiro takes in his expression, the hard set of his jaw. “You think it’s a waste of time, don’t you?”
“I’m just doing my job, Shiro,” comes the tired reply.
Unable to help himself, Shiro perks up. He knew this wasn’t one of Matt’s experiments, but he didn’t realise he hated it that much. There’s a much higher chance of getting him to slack off if he hates the experiment. Especially when he doesn’t really need to be watching it so closely in the first place.
“The computers are doing your job,” he says, reaching out and turning Matt’s chair until he’s facing him. Matt glares but doesn’t turn back to face the desk. “You don’t really need to be watching the feeds.”
“His monitoring program might as well have been written by a dog,” Matt mutters.
Shiro slides his own chair closer, wincing at the squeaky sound of the wheels straining on the uneven floor.
“But I bet you fixed that in the first five minutes,” he says. “I bet it can easily run on its own with no errors now.”
Matt grumbles something under his breath and Shiro knows he has him. He rests his hands on Matt’s knees and drums out a random rhythm with his fingertips. “You know, it’s not often we get to be all alone somewhere with no chance of someone walking in on us.”
“Shiro,” Matt warns.
“All alone in a shack out in the desert,” Shiro continues, sliding his hands a little higher up Matt’s thighs. “No security cameras. No random room inspections.”
“No lube,” Matt replies, even though he’s leaning closer to Shiro.
Shiro reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small tube with a smug smile.
“Oh my god, Shiro,” Matt groans. “You have no shame.”
“None whatsoever,” Shiro chuckles, leaning over and kissing the top of his nose.
Matt scrunches it up and then turns back to the computer with a sigh. With a few clicks of the mouse and a couple of lines in a command prompt box, he turns back to Shiro and climbs right onto his lap.
“You are a terrible influence, Takashi.”
Read the rest on AO3
So... yeah, in the end I drew another one based on the fic by beelsebutt ‘cause.... I don’t know, I needed... more.
So I guess it’s another @shattsunday contribution ^^U
Thanks, @beelsebutt! I hope this amuses you =)
Fine Art
Pairing: Matt/Shiro Word Count: 98 Prompt: “We’re finally here!” Prompter: ShattSunday June Challenge - 5 Line Prompt #2
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“We’re finally here!” Matt cried as he pushed through the doors.
Shiro shook his head as he followed. “I though you’d stop this after the first week.”
“Beautiful, beautiful room,” Matt said, gravitating towards the cereal.
“Yes, the arrangement of the cereals is as good as fine art,” Shiro said in monotone, rolling his eyes and going straight for the coffee instead.
“Not as fine as the arrangement of your ass!” Matt called after him.
Shiro felt his face heat as several heads turned to look at him, while Matt just sniggered to himself from the cereal stand.
Telling Tall Tales
Pairing: Shatt Word Count: 273 Prompt: “That’s not how I remember it happening.” Prompter: ShattSunday April Challenge - 5 Line Prompt #1 Notes: Writing this for the @shattsunday April Challenge. It’s a bit weird to say I’m filling a prompt since I wrote the prompts this month hahaha so the prompter is really...me? LOL weeeiiird!
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“That’s not how I remember it happening,” Pidge muttered to Lance.
Lance leaned closer, his eyes still on Shiro as he told everyone else the tale of how he and Matt had trashed the Garrison library on graduation day. “How’d it really happen then,” he asked quietly. “You weren’t there, were you?”
Pidge snorted softly. “Of course I was. I may have been just a kid, but I remember. His graduation was a big deal.”
Matt cuts in and talks over Shiro, gesturing wildly as he describes their great plot to vandalise the library in protest of the Garrison putting Shiro on posters without his permission. Keith is shaking his head and looking amused, but Hunk, Allura, and Coran are all hanging on his every word.
“That was dad’s idea,” Pidge snorted
“You dad was there?” Lance asked, nudging her with his elbow. “Come on, you have to tell me now!”
Pidge smirked and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Someone in their class snuck in some alcohol and they got drunk, wandered into the library, and managed to knock several shelves down.”
Lance clasped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from making too much sound. He didn’t believe it. Not Shiro the Hero!
“Then,” Pidge continued, laughter in her voice, “they went crying to dad about it, terrified they’d get kicked out of the Garrison. You should have seen them. Red-faced and crying like toddlers. And still drunk.”
Lance lost it and started laughing. The imagery was just too much. Across the room, both Matt and Shiro looked over and narrowed their eyes.
“Pidge, what are you telling him?”
Fic: Braiding Lessons
(749 words)
So, this one is for @shattsunday! I consider it a short sequel to my ao3 fic One Kiss For Each Piece. Hope you like it!
“I’d rather cut it”
“C’mon, don’t give up on me. Take this side and cross it that way.”
It was morning, and Matt was as lively as always. Waking up by his side every day since his return was like a dream come true to Shiro, but he had to recognize that, aside from working in his own issues, there was something else he had trouble adjusting to: intimacy.
Not the physical, sexual intimacy, but the kind in which your day is shared with someone that constantly expects something from you because, after all, you’re sharing their vital space. At the Garrison, he lived in a group but worked as an individual, carrying his own weight. At the Castleship, he fought like one with the paladins, but lived in his own quarters and also carried his own weight. As Matt’s partner in that rebel base, he lived with him and worked with him, meaning he had to deal with the whole package. It had all the good things he could have hoped and more, but there were also certain moments when he missed a bit the freedom that only solitude could give.
But, honestly. Maybe it was utterly dumb that these deep reflections were inspired by his mere incapacity of learning how to braid hair, and Matt’s insistence about it. Since Shiro had his new prosthetic arm, his boyfriend had insisted on him learning that useless skill.
“Look at me and try to visualize it the other way,” said Matt, taking one of Shiro’s long locks of black hair, and carefully braiding it in front of his eyes.
“It tickles, don’t pull,” complained Shiro, feeling a distracting soft pinch in his head, unable to pay attention to the way Matt’s hands worked.
“C’mon, I’m not even pulling, just look,” replied his obstinate lover. His hands moved swiftly from one side to the other, in a soothing and hypnotizing way.
“How did you even learn this? It’s impossible,” muttered Shiro.
“It’s not that hard, a child could do it!” Matt boasted “I learned to braid Pidge’s hair when she was little. I wasn’t very good at it but it always made her sleep at least… there. Done.”
He took the small mirror from the side table and showed Shiro the result. In his opinion, he looked like someone else, and that made him feel weird.
“I don’t know… I’d really rather cut it again,” he confessed. The only reason he hadn’t done it yet was because every time he expressed his will to, Matt would pout the exact same way he was pouting right now.
“But it’s so pretty,” the eldest Holt whined. Shiro sighed, and stood up, touching Matt’s hair.
“Alright, let me try with your hair. I can’t do it with mine,” he said. Matt chuckled and just closed his eyes, with a childish smile in his lips. The dawn’s yellow light that entered through their ceiling window illuminated his face, and Shiro felt blessed again. Yes, this new life was definitely better than he had ever hoped and could have ever dreamed. His hands caressed Matt’s disheveled hair, separating strings and locks, marveling at their pale color, softly touching his ears. The smile on his face was even more pronounced now, and he suddenly started humming, as if he was in cloud nine. He swayed a bit, and his eyelashes were softly moving, while he tried to keep his eyes closed. It was just too much.
“So pretty…” let out Shiro, unable to hold it, and Matt opened his eyes, quickly looking at himself in the mirror.
“Eh? But you didn’t do anything!” he complained, checking the side of his head with a frown.
“I know. You’re just pretty,” replied Shiro, smiling. Matt blushed and threw the mirror by his side on the bed, where he was sitting.
“Why are you so talented at making me feel like an idiot,” he sighed, crossing his arms and legs.
“Because I love you,” said Shiro, kissing his forehead. It was warm and Matt’s whole face was red at that point.
“Yeah, yeah, but I’m not that weak. I’m not letting you out just because you’re a charmer. You are gonna learn this today.”
Shiro grunted and Matt, laughing, pulled his arm to make him sit in the bed by his side and kissed him in his usual soft and playful way.
Well. A few braiding lessons weren’t bad enough to quit from this dreamlike life. He could bear it.
My little contribution to @shattsunday, based on this fic by @beelsebutt! Check out her Tumblr! ^__^
I think Lotor is deeply amused by the situation and considers it very interesting...
Maybe I’ll redo this with more time (you know, give it shadows and everything), but I didn’t want to lose the deadline! >_<