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Elijah raises his shoulders reluctantly, replying “…maybe I won’t be in a relationship anymore.”
Jordan lets out a deep sigh, setting his drink down. He directs his intense gaze towards Elijah, trying to get through to him.
“Elijah. We’re not doing this,” Jordan tells him, almost sternly. “We live together. Stop this drama.”
“…are we having fun anymore?” Elijah asks. “Do you even have a crush on me still?”
or the angsty m/m fiction where bfs literally hate each other and learn to love again
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05 Jul 2026
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✅️ I need another one soooo bad. 11/10 perfect
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“Hey Jordan,” Zeke’s greeting coolly, Jordan pushing out a dimple. Zeke’s breaths are heavy as he leans against the open gym door. “GF gave me her gym key, so I’m just getting a workout in. Hope you’re not gonna snitch or anything.”
Jordan can smell his sweat.
“Um…no,” Jordan begins, before making himself sound more certain, more humorous. “Nah. Sharing is caring. So…yeah.”
“You okay?” Zeke asks, head tilting as he’s probably reading Jordan’s reluctant face, along with the fact that he’s not easily joking back with Zeke like they usually do.
or the one where the dude falls for his roommate's ex bf
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"Ian," he hears Lip say, as he continues to watch Mickey talk with Debbie and Carl.
"Hm?" he says, and immediately snaps his head towards his brother with a swear as Lip elbows him in the side. "Hey! What the fuck?"
Lip points at him, face deadly serious except for a little bit of mirth in his eyes. "Behave yourself. Stop eye-fucking Mickey from across the room."
"I am not—" he goes to defend himself, feels the way his ears burn when Lip just levels him with a deadpan stare. "Shut up."
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Or, Mickey wears a suit and Ian goes a little crazy when he isn't the only person who notices. -
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Ian hums, leans with his arms on the counter, but his eyes are mostly closed. He looks exhausted, and Mickey feels a pang of guilt for having woken him up, even if he didn't mean to.
"You should go back to bed," he says. "You look like you're about to keel over."
"Hm," Ian says, shakes his head. "Not if you're out here. Can't sleep."
He smiles faintly, exhales in amusement. "Okay big guy, let's go back to bed then. Maybe the tea's supposed to taste like shit and then knock me out."
"One can hope," Ian says, dragging his feet back to bed with Mickey in tow.
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He plays idly with Ian's hair, which gets him a satisfied hum that vibrates against his collarbone, before Ian's breaths even out and his body gets heavy with sleep not long after. He presses a kiss to the top of Ian's head, sighs because he knows he isn't falling asleep tonight. He can just tell. He closes his eyes anyways, tries to ignore how they sting from how tired he is, and breathes.
And breathes.
And breathes.
And doesn't fall asleep.
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Or, Mickey suffers from a bout of insomnia. It gets worse before it gets better. -
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Ian never meant it to become an obsession and he never meant to follow this guy home either.
But some things simply happen when you want someone badly enough.