Omg your wip sounds fantastic! Consider this a submission for the writing game, please <3
ahh thank you, fraddit!!! 🥰 here is a little 200 word snippet for you ❤️
The phone rings for so long Ilya is half-convinced he won’t pick up. Bitter about his own loss, maybe, even though he’s been out of the playoffs for a few weeks by now. But eventually, the call connects. “Hey,” Shane breathes after a beat of silence. “Sorry. I’m at Hayden’s with the guys; I just had to go upstairs.” And Ilya feels unreasonably pleased that Shane would rather excuse himself to take his call than let him go to voicemail and call him back later. “Well,” he drawls, still giddy and sure it’s bleeding into his voice. “Isn’t there something you would like to say to me?” He can hear Shane’s eyeroll through the phone. “I already texted you congratulations, asshole.” “Yes,” Ilya beams. “Was very sweet. I felt the sincerity through the phone, Hollander-” “Alright,” Shane interrupts, somewhere between laughter and exasperation. “Congratulations,” he says, softer now. “You deserve it.” The earnestness of it makes Ilya want to shy away from his phone as if Shane can see him. He turns away from the mirror where he’d still been standing since fixing his hair and clears his throat. “Deserved it more than you?” Shane scoffs. “Well, if I can’t win, I’m guess I’m glad you won instead.” It’s not a sentiment they’ve ever shared before but Ilya feels the same away. He loves nothing more than beating Shane but if he’s not in the equation then he always wants Shane to win. Beating him is only fun because he’s better than everyone else.
help me work on my wips!
