#twitter thread fic

[littlewhitetie]

Shiro has fantasized about Keith in the astral plane for so long that, when he gets out, he forgets they’re not actually in a relationship.

He doesn’t understand why Keith is so flustered when he pulls him in flush against his body, nuzzles his neck, and kisses his cheek.

“Sh-Shiro?”

“You keep calling me that,” Shiro murmurs. “Takashi is fine.”

“Takashi,” Keith utters, slowly, like he’s just now getting a feel for the name on his tongue.

“Is something wrong?” Shiro asks.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” Keith assures him. “Nothing’s wrong… Takashi. I just wasn’t really... expecting that.”

“Expecting what?” Shiro asks, casually trailing the back of his knuckles down Keith’s cheekbone.

Breath stuttering, Keith’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. “N-nothing. Never mind.”

“Okay.” Shiro won’t force him to say anything if he doesn’t want to talk. Instead, he smiles and says, “Have I told you how cute you are when you blush?”

Keith goes even redder, the tips of his ears nearly scarlet. “Uh… no. You... have not said that before.”

“My bad,” Shiro says, stroking Keith’s warm cheek. “I should tell you more often. You’re very cute.”

“Th-thanks?”

He leans in closer. “And handsome. And loving. And sweet,” he says, punctuating each point with a kiss along Keith’s jaw. “Not to mention good at getting me off.”

Keith chokes, eyes like saucers. “I, um… think you… maybe… have me confused with someone else,” he says, faintly.

“Since when are you so modest?” Shiro murmurs, toying with a lock of ink black hair. “You know how good you are. The things you do with your mouth—”

“Shiro! —Er, Takashi,” Keith stutters. “We, um. We’ve never… done anything like that.”

Shiro blinks. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve, um, never had sex.”

“Really? What about all those times you put your—”

Keith makes a small squeaky noise as he shakes his head, pupils blown wide.

“We haven’t… done that,” Keith says. “A-at least, not in this reality. Maybe— maybe you dreamed it?”

“Oh,” Shiro utters. “I… yeah, I guess so. After being in the Black Lion’s consciousness for so long, it’s hard to tell, sometimes, what’s real and what I just…”

He gives Keith a rueful smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Keith says. “Really. Don’t worry about it.”

“So where are we actually at, then? In our relationship?” Shiro asks.

Keith’s lips press together. Quietly, he tells him, “Shiro, we... aren’t in a relationship.”

The words hit Shiro like a sucker punch, like a shot to the solar plexus, forcing all the air from his lungs. He’s mortified, yes. But more than anything, he’s utterly heartbroken.

“I... I’m sorry,” Shiro says, scraping out an apology. His voice feels distant, like it belongs to someone else. He takes a step back. “We were never… And then I… That must have been… I’m so sorry. I-I should go.” There isn’t really anywhere to go, but there are tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He makes to leave.

“Wait,” Keith says. He reaches out and grabs Shiro’s wrist. “Takashi. Wait.”

Blood thrumming in his ears, Shiro pauses. Slowly, he meets Keith’s gaze.

Keith’s dark eyes radiate intensity. “I love you.”

Shiro swallows and braces himself. “You love me, but…”

“But nothing!” Keith threads their fingers together. His grip is desperate at first, then softens along with his gaze. “I… I want it. A relationship with you. I’ve dreamed about you, too.”

Shiro frowns. That doesn’t make sense. “Then— then why haven’t we—”

“I don’t know,” Keith says. “I don’t know. Because I’m an idiot, maybe. I just— I didn’t think you’d ever want that. Want me.”

“Which you now know is… very much not the case,” Shiro says, with a hint of a self-deprecating smile.

Keith’s lips curl up. “Yeah. I got that.”

“So…”

“So I, uh…” Keith blushes furiously but soldiers on. “I want to learn what, exactly, you think I can do with my mouth.”

Shiro lets out a startled laugh. “I’m never gonna live that down, am I.”

A smile plays across Keith’s lips. “Not a chance.”

He’s unbelievably beautiful like this: blushing, playful, hopeful. Shiro can’t help but smile too.

“How about we start with a kiss,” Shiro says.

“Yeah, that… that sounds good.” Keith wraps his arm around Shiro’s waist and tugs, bringing him closer. With the softest of smiles, he says, “I’m all yours, Takashi.”

[nsfbtsw]

Compulsory Heterosexuality

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Writer; Minjiiminie

Pairing; Yoonmin

Summary; Jimin is desperate for a boyfriend now that his best friends are dating and all he does is third wheel for them... unfortunately all his dates are a mess and his hot and very straight next door neighbor Min Yoongi keeps making fun of him

Moodboard;

[littlewhitetie]

It’s not easy for Shiro to say I love you.

It shouldn’t be this hard; it’s just three little syllables, eight letters long. There’s no question he loves Keith, no question at all. He says it in other words and other ways: in gestures, small touches, soft looks.

But there’s something about saying l-o-v-e out loud that has him freezing up every time it dances at the tip of his tongue.

Keith is patient. He doesn't mind, even though he’s said it to Shiro over and over.

There’s no way he doesn’t notice how Shiro only ever responds with a smile, or “Thank you,” or “You mean so much to me, too.”

But when Shiro tells him, “There’s something I should say to you. Something you deserve to hear,” Keith just shakes his head.

“You don’t have to say it,” Keith says. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

So Shiro pulls him in and presses their foreheads together and says it that way instead.

It wasn’t so hard with Adam, even though his bond with him wasn’t any stronger. His bond with Adam wasn’t so permanent, so ineffable, so much like breathing. Shiro’s love for Keith isn’t going away, can’t go away, and yet. And yet.

He works his way up over time. There’s “me too,” and “I feel the same way.”

There are kisses to temples and cheeks and the sides of his neck. There are lips pressed to lips, hands held in hands. There’s the slide of skin against skin; friction, heat.

His mouth does a lot of things for Keith. It tastes, teases, makes marks, takes him in. But still, it can’t seem to give him those three words.

“It’s okay,” Keith whispers. “I know, and that’s enough.”

Maybe he’s too broken, afraid he’ll drag Keith down, destroy him. But it’s too late for that; they’ve been caught in each other’s orbit for years and years.

He gets closer, closer. “You’re everything to me,” he says. “I need you. You complete me.”

He can say everything but that one damned word. He can’t say it, until one night, he does.

He wakes from a nightmare, shaking in a cold sweat. He tried to kill Keith again. Again, again, again.

“That wasn’t you,” Keith reminds him, holding him close.

Keith assures him he’s not a monster, not a machine. This time, he tells Shiro, “If that were true, you wouldn’t love me. But you do. I know you do.”

“I love you,” Shiro whispers.

And nothing changes. Nothing at all.

[littlewhitetie]

By the time Keith realizes the clone’s body is rejecting Shiro’s soul, it’s nearly too late.

When Allura brings Shiro back to life, she tells him to rest. And he does. He sleeps, and sleeps, and sleeps.

Keith wants to wake him. Wants to hear his voice, see him smile.

But it’s a selfish desire, and if Shiro needs to rest, he won’t take that from him. So Keith lets him sleep.

Shiro doesn’t wake, even when Keith cleans him up. But he starts to look worse. His pale skin goes paler; waxen, clammy. His brow pinches, jaw clenches, breaths stutter.

He makes little noises, ones that send knives through Keith’s heart. When Keith can’t take it anymore, he presses Shiro’s hand—his only hand—between his. “Shiro. Shiro, please, wake up.”

It's not enough to wake him; of course it's not enough.

So Keith presses down harder, applying more and more pressure until he’s definitely hurting him. Still, he doesn’t wake.

Keith shakes his left shoulder. Then, tentatively, his right: red and raw at the site where metal swallowed flesh and bone.

With a pained gasp, Shiro wakes. “K-Keith?”

“Hey,” Keith says, softly. “Sorry to wake you. You’ve been out for almost two days, and I just… got worried.”

Shiro’s arm shakes as he struggles to raise it. Keith helps him lift his wrist as he brings his hand to cradle Keith’s cheek. Keith’s heart, racing from anxiousness, thuds with something more.

“Keith,” Shiro whispers. “Are you okay?”

Keith shifts his hand to cover Shiro’s, fingers sliding over trembling knuckles. “You know I should be asking you that.”

“I hurt you,” Shiro chokes. “Nearly killed you.”

“But didn’t,” Keith says. The cracked ribs, the concussion, the weeping burn on his cheek, they’re nothing.

“I’m okay,” Keith promises. “Just worried. I want to know how you’re feeling.”

“…Tired,” Shiro admits. “Cold.”

“I’m gonna go get you another blanket and some water, alright?”

Shiro gives a slight nod. Keith leaves to rummage through the Black Lion’s cargo as fast as he can.

He makes a mess of the place, but he can clean up later. His first priority is getting Shiro what he needs.

By the time he returns with the items, Shiro is shivering violently.

Keith slips his arms around him and holds him until the tremors abate into something more reasonable.

When Keith starts to let go, Shiro's breath hitches, and his weak grip on Keith tightens.

Keith's gut wrenches. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he promises. “But let’s try to get some water in you, okay?”

Shiro nods into his shoulder.

Grabbing a water pouch, Keith pushes a straw through and holds it to Shiro’s lips. Shiro tries. But after two sips, he stops and pulls back.

“Something wrong?” Keith asks.

Shiro nods, weakly. “I—I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Keith scrambles to find a waste bin and brings it to Shiro just in time.

Keith runs his hand over Shiro’s back as he spits up water and bile, emptying what little there is in his stomach.

Finally, Shiro slumps over. He’s shaking again.

“Done?” Keith asks, holding him steady.

“I-I think so,” Shiro rasps. He reaches in the direction of the water.

"Here." Keith brings the pouch to Shiro’s lips again so he can rinse his mouth out, and wipes his face with a cloth when he's done.

Spent, Shiro whispers, “I’m tired."

“Yeah," Keith says, quietly. "I know.”

He sets everything aside. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

Shiro nods, so Keith helps him to lie down.

In a small voice, Shiro asks, “Keith, do you... do you have to leave?”

Keith shakes his head. “If you want me here, I’ll stay.”

“Please,” Shiro whispers.

The cot is not meant for two people. Keith ignores that fact and climbs in anyway, facing him so Shiro can see him as he falls asleep.

He curls his arm around Shiro and holds him close, grounding him with touch. Shiro’s shivering subsides, and soon, he’s unconscious.

Shiro’s alive and, for the most part, whole. His breathing is shallow, but Keith can hear it. He reeks of sickness and sweat, but Keith can smell it. His skin is clammy, but Keith can feel it.

So Keith gives in to days of exhaustion and closes his eyes.

Keith dreams of fighting, of falling. He dreams of blades, bruises, burning flesh; broken platforms, and clones he couldn’t save.

Shiro’s weak coughing pulls him in and out of sleep like tides. When the coughing grows harsher, Keith forces himself awake.

“Shiro?”

Shiro coughs and coughs. He brings his hand to his mouth try to stifle it. His palm comes away spattered with blood.

Keith’s stomach lurches. He shouldn’t have let himself fall asleep.

Shiro’s complexion nears grey, save for his cheeks; his skin is hot to the touch, fevered.

Tremors wrack Shiro’s entire body. “K-Keith."

Keith grabs his hand, heedless of the blood that smears against his palm. “What can I do?”

“I—I don’t know,” he gasps. “I feel… wrong.”

“Just hold on.”

Keith scrambles for his armour, opening the comm link. “Allura,” he pleads.

“Keith? What is it?”

“Something’s wrong with Shiro,” Keith says, voice trembling. “He’s sick. Really sick.”

Allura bites her lip. “It's possible the clone's body is rejecting him,” she says, quietly.

“Then we have to do something. Please,” Keith begs. “Help him.”

“I’ll… I’ll do whatever I can,” Allura says. “We'll stop at the nearest planet. Get him into the cryopod until then.”

Keith tosses the armour aside. Gently, he tilts Shiro’s face toward him.

“Guess this body doesn’t like me too much,” Shiro says, coughing weakly.

“Hang in there,” Keith says. “I’m gonna put you in the pod, alright? Get you fixed up. We’ll figure something out.”

“K-Keith,” Shiro says, placing his shaky hand over Keith’s. “I— I don’t know if I—”

“Please,” Keith begs. His voice breaks. “You have to hold on.”

“I— I’ll try,” Shiro says. “But just in case… I should tell you… I—”

“Later,” Keith says, heart skipping a beat. “Not like this, when you think... Tell me later. When you’re better. When we have more time.”

Shiro gives him a faint smile. “You sound so sure.”

“I’m not giving up on you,” Keith says. “You should know that by now.”

“Yeah,” Shiro whispers. “I do.”

Keith lifts him into his arms, carries him to the empty pod, and carefully lays him down. Squeezing his hand, he presses his lips to his forehead in a silent ‘I love you.’

“Fight for me, okay?” Keith pleads.

"For you," Shiro says, as the pod shuts.

Keith presses his hand to the glass and tells himself he'll be alright.

He doesn’t notice his mom has entered the room until she’s holding him in her arms.

Finally, finally, he lets himself cry.

...

He saves Shiro. They save each other. They continue their journey, together again.

“About before,” Shiro says, when they’re alone. He takes Keith’s hand in his. “What I wanted to tell you.”

“Yeah?” Keith says, shyly, heart flip-flopping in his chest.

“I thought I should tell you I… think you’re a great leader. You’re a natural, you know?”

Keith blinks at him. “…What? That’s— that’s what you were gonna say?”

Shiro tilts his head. “You were expecting something else?”

Keith’s face goes red. “I, uh…”

And then a grin breaks across Shiro’s face. He laughs as he threads their fingers together.

“You’re the actual worst,” Keith says, cheeks flaming, though he can’t help but smile. Shiro’s back. He’ll be okay. And he…

“What I wanted to say,” Shiro says, “was that I’m completely, utterly in love with you. I love you more than you can possibly imagine.”

Keith draws him in and squeezes tight. Nuzzling his neck, he murmurs, “Right back at you, Shiro. I love you too.”

[littlewhitetie]

[Sheith] Shiro doesn't realize he and Keith are dating until Keith proposes.

It's just a typical evening, sitting beneath the stars, when Keith nudges Shiro's shoulder and says, "Hey. Wanna get married?" 

 It catches Shiro completely off guard. "What?" 

 "Oh," Keith says, "Forgot I had this." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring.

"A ring?" 

 Keith gives him a strange look. "Uh, yeah? What else would it be?" 

 Shiro is too busy gaping to respond properly. 

 "We don't have to," Keith shrugs. "It was just a thought. That's what people do when they've been dating a long time, right?"

"R-right," Shiro stammers, voice faint. "How... how long have we been dating, now?" 

 Keith shrugs. "Not sure. I haven't been keeping track either."

Shiro blinks a few times, before his face breaks into a beatific smile. A bubble of happy laughter escapes him. 

 Keith has no idea why Shiro's laughing, but Shiro's smiling so he smiles too. Shiro has never been more in love.

"I love you," Shiro says. "So much." 

 "I know," Keith says, like he's simply stating the obvious. He tosses the ring up and catches it. "So d'you want this thing? Or..." 

 "Yes," Shiro says, breathless. "Yes. I want it. Let's get married, Keith."

"'Kay. Cool," Keith says, taking Shiro's left hand and sliding the ring onto his finger without fanfare. 

 Shiro's head is spinning, dizzy with elation. "...Can I kiss you?" 

 "Hm? Oh, yeah, sure," Keith says. "I'd like that."

Keith lips are warm and eager. When Shiro kisses him, he kisses back with fervor. 

 "I didn't think you were ever gonna do that," Keith says, quietly, after they break apart. 

 "Sorry to keep you waiting," Shiro says. "Guess I'm just a little slow."

Keith shrugs. "I didn't mind. I was just happy to have you." 

 "Yeah," Shiro murmurs. He brings his forehead to rest against Keith's. "You had me. You have me. I'm yours."

[laynavile]

So this twitter thread fic I was working on has gotten way out of hand.. I just keep adding and adding to it.. and now it's like too long to be a twitter thread fic so I'm still gonna upload it to the series on ao3 because that's what it was supposed to be but it's just too fucking long 😂😂 my brain said angst so we're getting sick Hannibal, dub-con and some other weird shit 🤷

And writing this is my way of coping with the stressful bullshit I'm dealing with today and for the foreseeable future. I'll get back to the other stuff, but I need to get something angsty or sad or something out like rn and all my WIPs are smut heavy or happy and I'm not in the right place in this moment to write them--hopefully after this my brain will chill a bit.