gonna do a quick reverse starter call ! hit the like and i’ll reply to one of your opens !
premise : i’m in love with you and i just watched you get proposed to by your boyfriend right before my eyes and now i’m upset
–––––––––––HE’S NOT SURE what he expected. they had been dating for years and charlie was hoping that one day he’d slip up, slip up enough for charlie to entertain the idea of maybe being with them. but he was clearly foolish and childish. it was all wishful thinking, wishful thinking that became more of a fantasy. after all, they’re at this party, at their birthday party, the perfect party that charlie planned and threw, making it extravagant and everything they could wanted. but they had their boyfriend propose and now he’s upset. he doesn’t even hear what they respond with, no. he’s finding the fastest way out of their, grabbing a bottle of champagne on his way out. he wasn’t about to let everyone see him cry over what should have been a happy occasion.
––––––––––IT’S EASY TO lock up your feelings. it’s easy to pretend like things okay, an unfortunately rather common occurrence for xavier. then again, maybe it’s because he’s given up dwelling on past relationships, ones he can’t fix and no longer cares to. it feels pointless and a little overdone. so when his ex shows up at his door at 3 am, and he’s groggily opening the door, a blanket wrapped around himself, he’s caught deeply off guard. ‘ what’re you doing here ? ’
––––––––––––HE’S NOT SURE where his judgement came from, but if not anything, he knew that his brother didn’t treat the other way they should be treated. didn’t appreciate them in the same way, which clearly explained why they were sitting on his bed, looking more than upset. ‘ what did he do this time ? ’
––––––––––HE ONLY SAW her on the weekends and holidays, and special occasions. they had a daughter together, had broken up because it just didn’t work out. just settled their divorce a few months ago, but had been separated for far too long. but here he is, smile in hand. ‘ she misses you a lot. ’ they alternated weeks, spent weekends together, trying to provide as much stability to their daughter. ‘ she always tells me i’m making her eggs wrong. that i need to make it like mommy makes it. ’ it’s all playful, and he thinks it’s adorable. and while they may have been divorced, he wanted nothing more than his daughter to think of her mother as the world.
–––––––––TYLER’S NOT SURE what he wanted in his future. didn’t really know where to go from this moment, and that scared him. put him at a true loss, and that was another level of fear he wasn’t ready to process. instead he merely looks over at the other, cheek pressed against his hand, words soft. ‘ i don't know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you're in it. ’
plot in source !
–––––––––––BRIGHT SMILE ON her lips as she’s on the sidelines cheering. she’s wearing their jersey, cheering as loud as she physically can when they make the touchdown, ending the game. she’s quick to find her way down to field, a little too enthusiastic. she had always found a way to make their games, had found a way around her schedule. she always wanted to show up and with their schedules, evelyn knew that it was always worth it. so here she is, overjoyed, running towards them, arms open as she wraps them around the other, jumping up and wrapping her legs around their waist. ‘ you were amazing, babe ! ’
Source: finelinc
–––––––––IT WOULD BE a lie to say that matthew wasn’t the jealous type. no, no. he got nervous when someone else came around in his significant other’s life, someone that seemed to spend too much time with them. and he knew what they were like, knew how they acted when they had eyes for someone particular. so he can’t help be nervous and antsy when he speaks up. ‘ –––––––– tell me i have nothing to worry about. ’
––––––––––SHE’S GOT HER lips locked with the other against a wall at some random party. her and the other decided to come around to the party cause their exes were going to be there. it seemed to be a recurring action, they would go to parties and events where their exes were and hold each other a little too close, kiss each other a little too much, be too much to seem like just friends. but that was the point ! they were trying to make their exes jealous, make their exes want them back. that’s all it had seemed like, anyway. ‘ you think they saw us ? ’ tati asked, looking up at the other through her lashes.
––––––––––CHARLIE TUGS THE other into his chest, tucking their head under his chin as his hand gently rubs their back. he hates to see them in pain to say the least, and this moment being the worst. they hadn’t said anything, hadn’t told them much, instead had just shown up to his place upset. fingers still rubbing their back, he’s careful to speak, unsure of the right thing to see. ‘ what’s wrong ? did he do something to you ? ’
–––––––––––THINGS WERE GOING so well. so well for him. he had been able to get to sleep ( albeit with the help of sleeping pills and some xanax ), and hadn’t had nightmares in awhile. but maybe it was the fact that in less than two days he’d be playing a sold out show at the madison square garden and his chest felt like it would soon explode at this rate. he was slightly shaking from the thought and that led for him to pop a bit more than he was supposed to. somehow, it wasn’t enough. it was now three am and he had soaked through his shirt in cold sweat, rocking back and forth on the hotel bed, the moonlight shining through the window, illuminating his suitcase on the floor. he just couldn’t seem to calm down though. he tried the many things his therapist had suggested and he still couldn’t seem to calm down enough to sleep. and he needed the sleep so desperately. so deciding this was too much, he shed the shirt that stuck to his body, slipping into a dry one and grabbed one of the many blankets that his bed was covered in. he padded down the hotel hallway to the room next door, knocking softly as he clutched to his phone and blanket. he was only hoping the other would wake up sometime soon.
premise : best friends that fuck around and interact like they’re more than friends but they’re just friends ! / open to everyone !
––––––––––––THEY HAD SPOKEN about it and it was cool, it was chill. they had been best friends for as long as evelyn could remember, and maybe that’s why it was so easy for them. it was so easy for them to feel the other’s skin and reciprocate the other’s kiss and not care about it ever being anything more. but every time it happened, every time they slept with each other, they had made a point to point out they were just best friends. it was their little clause. a little disclaimer they made a point to continue to emphasis. they weren’t exclusive, hell, they weren’t anything. so the other was allowed to have a relationship. technically. so she’s at some party now, some guy’s arm wrapped around her shoulders as she leans in, drink in hand. ‘ hey you ! ’ she exclaims, seeing the other, grinning a little too wide. ‘ where have you been ? i’ve been looking for you ! ’ she yells, the male still stuck to her side.
––––––––––IT’S EASY TO lock up your feelings. it’s easy to pretend like things okay, an unfortunately rather common occurrence for charles. then again, maybe it’s because he’s given up dwelling on past relationships, ones he can’t fix and no longer cares to. it feels pointless and a little overdone. so when his ex shows up at his door at 3 am, and he’s groggily opening the door, a blanket wrapped around himself, he’s caught deeply off guard. ‘ what’re you doing here ? ’
––––––––––IT WAS LATE and he wasn’t expecting anyone. unless it was someone or something he had forgotten about. nevertheless as he heard the pounding on his door, he pried himself out of bed rather reluctantly, looking through the peephole to find the other practically knocking his door down. carefully opening the door, he sighed, knowing this is what they do. they had been broken up for maybe over a month and never really seemed to get over reach other. and just when he thought he was ready to move on ... ‘ what’re you doing here ? ’
–––––––––HE LAUGHED TAKING swig of his drink as he rested his shoulder against the wall. he’s not entirely sure how he got here, how he always seemed to get here. his advice was never taken, leaving taylor both amused and annoyed at this conversation unraveling. ‘ you know he treats you like shit, right ? ’ it wasn’t that he wanted to be insensitive, he just didn’t understand how the other didn’t see this. especially when it was happening to them. ‘ he’s literally the definition of trash.