Shiro and Matt had taken off from their respective white-collar jobs. Why?
Oh, to binge watch the entire last season of their favorite on-demand streamed TV show, of course.
Except the season ended up being...disappointing was putting it lightly.
As each episode played, they got steadily drunker. By the 4th episode they had to pull out the hard liquor.
Near the end of the 7th episode Matt loudly proclaimed that Shiro’s smut was better than this “load of shit.”
“Dude, I support you on Pat/reon.”
Shiro blinked. “WHat?!”
“Of course, you are my best friend. Gotta support my best friend!”
Ok, Shiro would give him that.
“Yeah.” At Shiro’s knowing glare Matt continued. “Ok, ok okokokok. I saw one of the tags and I got curious ok! Besides it’s all fanfic for this show!” And Matt shook his glass in the general direction of the TV.
Shiro couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from his mouth. “I hadn’t been expecting that.”
“Naw, it really is!!” And Matt leaned backward, tucking one of his legs under him.
“Hey! That was a modern au. It made sense!”
“Sure! Then what about all that omegaverse business?”
Matt’s screeching laughter rang in Shiro’s ears.
“What?” And Shiro took a deep drink from his glass.
Sober Shiro might have nervously laughed, and deflected the question.
Tipsy Shiro was a slightly different beast. Tipsy, and frankly almost drunk, Shiro got a FANTASTIC idea.
Shiro pulled out his phone instead.
“Heeeey, Shiroooo, what are you dooooing,” Matt whined as Shiro furiously typed away.
Case in point: Shiro had told Matt that if his writing were to
Shiro hadn’t thought that he would ever reach that amount.
And so that had been how Shiro ended up with a series of tweets that read as follows:
Am I joking? Only one way to find out.//
And then he had linked his Pat/reon.
Matt ended bent over backwards on the sofa arm, his arm stretched as far as he could so that he could poke at his cell that he had thrown
Once Matt had finally reached his cell —some 5 minutes later after Shiro kicked Matt’s feet out from underneath him and it caused Matt to land on his head— Matt mumbled out an “Oh, shit.”
Shiro shrugged. There had been no harm in Matt retweeting it. It had been a joke anyway. Not like anyone would actually retweet it.
Matt only had 3 followers anyway. Not like any of Shiro’s irl friends or family would see it.
So very, very wrong.
And he woke up to his level of Very Wrong later on that day.
For so many different reasons.
Their movie tickets had been for the 3:10pm showing.
Not their brightest idea to date, but certainly not their stupidest.
Luckily he had just started to sober up by the time he had crawled in bed, so he had just enough foresight to plug his phone in to charge.
So Shiro felt like he had been smacked in the face when he scrolled though his twitter.
1,532 retweets. And rising.
4,319 likes. And rising.
And his follower count had increased by about 400, give or take. Shiro hadn’t actually been too sure about that one. He tried to not look at follower counts.
Shiro’s emails were littered.
Shiro needed coffee.
“Hey, uh, dude,” Matt started as they rounded the last block to the movies.
Shiro had been scrolling through his fandom email account,
“Yeah?” Shiro hadn’t looked up from his phone.
“Dude, you’re trending on Reddit.”
Shiro’s head shot up. “You go on Reddit?”
“No?” And Matt made a face. “Well, I mean only when I need to.”
“Look, Pidge & I made a basic algorithm to compile all mentions of your known handles,” Matt said as he tipped his phone in Shiro’s direction so that he could see the screen. It looked like Matt had been remoting into his desktop computer via his phone.
“And well. We just got a ping of high traffic from Reddit.”
“They are mentioning me on Reddit?” And Shiro grabbed at Matt’s phone.
“God dude, I literally just said that,” Matt quietly mumbled as Pidge popped up.
“Well, not exactly,” came Pidge’s voice from behind Shiro.
“What? For how long?”
Matt looked between Shiro and Pidge, and then scrubbed at the back of his neck.
“Eh, maybe for the next week,” she amended as she pushed Shiro toward their small group of friends waiting for them.
Though the ’next week’ had been a severe underestimation.
It had been a week and Shiro had still been buried under a pile of emails and Twitter notifications.
And in fact no one had come forward asking for the commissions either. Shiro made sure that all the applicable tiers knew that had that perk waiting for them, to just message him, but no one had.
“Pizza?” Matt asked from his relaxed spot on Shiro’s couch.
“Dude, what are you even doing here?” Shiro grumbled as he threw his keys into the bowl beside his front door.
“It’s Friday. Movie night.”
“Go home. I don’t have energy for you.”
“Yes? Kinda? I don’t know? Possibly?”
“How much are you writing per day now,” Matt’s brows pulled together in concern.
“And you do have big ears.”
“Go the fuck home, Matt.”
“Please.” Shiro looked exhausted. “But, tomorrow. I need to not people right now.”
“Sure thing, buddy.”
His phone dinged.
Instinctively, he reached for it.
He really shouldn’t.
He really shouldn’t.
He /told/ himself that he wouldn’t.
He slid open his phone.
//Hi, I’m one of the $100 tiers and was wondering how to go about that fic commission.
Shiro had blinked at his phone screen.
He had a whole two slots for the $100 tier. It was his highest tier. And both had been taken.
Shiro nearly dropped his phone.
Shiro quickly responded to the message.
Thank you so much for your support! I’m excited to hear that you are interested in the fic commission that is associated with your tier level.//
And, uh, again, thank you for supporting my work. Truly.
Hope to hear back from you soon.//
The knock on Shiro’s door told him that his food had arrived.
A very, /very/ long and in-depth list of kinks.
Like the fact that this Keith sounded pretty chill and plain nice.
Shiro scrunched up his face as he considered for just a second that maybe?
No, stop that Shirogane.
Shiro shook his head.
Keith was a common name, stop being weird, Shirogane.
//That’s totally doable, Keith! I’m at least vaguely familiar with everything here, so making a fic out of it shouldn’t be hard.//
//Oh and btw, if you wanted, we could add each other on dis/cord so that it’s a bit easier for me to run things by you.//
And he closed the message with his dis/cord handle.
And Shiro was pretty good at reading people.
In any event, Shiro didn’t have to wait long for a reply.
//Cool, that works for me. I’ll add you in a bit.
Thanks for the speedy responses btw.//
Well, at least Keith had been true to his word.
The next few days flew by for Shiro. Monday morning snuck up on him and he had Not Been Happy about it.
Doing mundane desk work had been a chore.
Nosey coworkers were a huge chore.
He would rather not disclose the fact that he had been writing hardcore porn over the weekend, thanks Janet.
His only solace came in the form of his lunch break.
Thanks. You too.
btw those snippets that you sent over looked fantastic. You always seem to know what to do.//
The message from Keith sat in dis/cord and Shiro blinked at it.
Now it seemed like they had known each other for years.
The conversation didn’t feel stilted or awkward. Which was probably an online first for Shiro.
Had that been a bit too… personal of a thing to do? Did Keith mind? Had Shiro over stepped?
Probably not considering Keith’s response.
But still better be safe.
The last thing that Shiro wanted was for Keith to be uncomfortable. But also, on a more selfish level, he didn’t want to upset a patron who had pledged such a large amount.
Fine balancing act.
K: //I didn’t mind. I thought you were just being nice lol//
S: //Phew! I didn’t want to overstep.//
The little “Keith’s typing” popped up right away.
K: //Though I should’ve expected such clear understanding of boundaries from someone who does sex work.//
K: //but really don’t worry about it//
Shiro dropped his phone.
“Sorry,” Shiro muttered as he leaned over to retrieve the phone from the floor.
S: I don’t
S: I don’t actually do sex work.
S: I mean, one of my best friends makes fun of me by saying I mass sext people when I write smut.
S: I’m not a sex worker.
Of fucking course.
K: Oh shit.
K: I am so fucking sorry. I just assumed based on that promo tweet from the other week.
K: I shouldn’t have assumed though.
K: I apologize for offending you
S: Not at all.
S: There is absolutely no shame in doing sex work.
S: It’s a valid occupation.
K: I completely agree.
S: I just don’t do it.
K: Well, ah, I should probably stop bothering you at work then.
Shiro’s fingers responded faster than his brain.
S: No! It’s fine. I really don’t mind. I like talking to you.
The second he hit send Shiro realized his mistake.
As it happened that whole awkward conversation might have been the exact thing that they needed.
Keith’s response had first been a few ellipsis followed by a “Really?” to which Shiro had shyly replied with a “yeah.”
That night they had talked about a random assortment of things until 2am, to which Shiro had to
K: Talk to you tomorrow?
Shiro blushed as he typed out a “wouldn’t miss it.”
As Shiro closed his laptop a thought struck him.
“Don’t you dare, Shirogane,” Shiro mumbled to himself as he
A voice in the back of his head whispered, “But you’re a Pisces, you can’t help it.”
“NOPE. Stop that.” And Shiro shuffled off to bed.
K: They don’t seem *that* bad.
S: They *are* that bad.
K: But it’s not like they can *make* you tell them what you do in your free time?
S: You don’t know Janet and Becky, Keith.
S: It’s like they can read your *soul*.
S: They just *know* without having to know.
Keith had asked.
Shiro had double and then triple checked to make sure that he wanted to know.
After about 10 minutes of this back and forth Keith had cut in.
K: I am laughing my fucking ass off.
The squawk of laugher that came out of Shiro’s mouth startled his cat. “Sorry, Girl,” Shiro sputtered out.
K: your girlfriend?
S: Oh fuck no. I’m gay as hell.
S: My cat.
K: You named your cat girl?
S: DON’T YOU START
S: MR. I DON’T HAVE A NAME FOR MY DOG.
S: HE’LL TELL ME WHEN HE’S READY.
K: H EY
K: AT LEAST I DIDN’T NAME HIM BOY.
S: YOU’RE JUST AS BAD.
S: brb food is here
A tip to the delivery driver and a quick swing by the kitchen later, and Shiro plopped himself back down on the floor with his back pressed against his couch.
S: where was i
S: YOU’RE JUST AS BAD
K: dork omg
K: Hey you eat.
K: We can talk later.
Would it be too weird?
Maybe it could be fun?
“Damnit, just do it,” Shiro mumbled around a mouthful of food.
K: I hate to break it to you.
K: We’re talking right now
Shiro nearly choked on his food trying to hold back his laughter.
S: That’s what we’ve been doing?
K: or flirting
Shiro actually choked on his food then.
This hadn’t been the direction Shiro had expected this to go.
K: you there?
K: I hope I didn’t overstep?
Needless to say it had taken Shiro a little too long to get back to the conversation.
K: I’m sorry.
S: I’m here! I’m here!
S: Sorry, I nearly spilled water on my laptop. But I’m here.
S: And hey?
S: Jump over to voice chat real fast?
S: I uh
S: I kinda want to say this next part in person?
K: Yeah. Sure.
S: And Keith?
S: It’s nothing bad.
S: I promise.
Now had been pretty sure why.
He needed that comfort right now.
He felt like they were at a tipping point of some sort. And he just needed to know.
“Hey,” Shiro greeted the second the call connected.
“I think I have a crush on you.”