facetime ───── nine hour difference , but you’re still mine ” fic / drabble ldr au martin x fem!reader track by saint levant [ cringed inside ]
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y/n sat at her desk, positioning the screen of her laptop just in time for the video call from her boyfriend to appear. “hey,” she breathed out, a soft smile gracing her lips as the familiar face showed up — lighting up the room, ironically.
martin smiled at her — soft, but tired “hi, y/n. i’ve missed you”
“missed you way more” she giggled, pulling her knees to her chest as she leaned back against the swivelling desk chair. “you good? seem exhausted” she addressed, noticing his subtle eye bags.
he yawned “mhm..practice ran through late, couldn’t nap”
y/n frowned slightly “so you haven’t slept at all? martin, you could’ve just rain checked on the facetime.”
the boy immediately shook her head as though she was insane for even bringing up the idea “raincheck? on you?” he laughed “who do you think i am? clearly not the bestest boyfriend ever if you think i’d cancel the one time we call”
she gave him a look “we do this every night, tin. one day without won’t hurt”
shrugging, the screen showed him also leaning back against the headboard of his bed “nah ‘cos right now, all i’m hearing is that you don’t love me as much as i love you. because see, one night without even hearing your voice would lowkenuinely kill me”
“haha, very funny” sarcasm laced her voice, eyes rolling.
martin let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, before changing the topic — wanting focus on her, solely her “whatever, how were your classes, babe?”
she practically groaned at the subject “girl — when i tell you, it was hell. like the way sir really came in acting all high and mighty —…” she rambled on, unaware of the softening gaze and smile on martin.
“uh-huh” her boyfriend nodded along, hanging onto every word — hell, even letter — slipping from her lips. to say he was obsessed with his girlfriend would be an understatement.
slowly, her yap came to a slow as she noticed his stare “what’s that look for?”
“what look?” he blinked behind the screen.
“the look where you look like that” she raised a brow.
“i don’t know what look you’re talking about — what does that even look like?”
this time, y/n gave him a look. however it was much different to his own.
martin bit back a smile, holding his phone closer to his face “i look like this, because you look cute”
“bye — you’re such a sap” despite her own words, she couldn’t help but grin at his.
wc : 425 ───── note : no bc writing is so hard and like like yeah 😅 how do people do this so well 💔 i aspire to be like them bro 🙏🙏
