so ! I used to be hardcore into this podcast called King Fall AM, and the two radio hosts were gay in love because I say so. and I decided to take it Upon Myself. to write this long slow burn of them falling in love across the soundbooth. and all the trails this weird town threw at them, and the secrets they both had an. there was so much. Hurt/comfort and bandaging each other up in it.
i got legitimately 10k into this before I lost interest in the podcast all together and abandoned it. but sometimes I still go back and work on it because it WAS really fun and I enjoyed working on it.
Here take an excerpt because i love u:
He remembers his words again, and the world crashes back, “Sammy, you do know you're my best friend right?”
But Sammy just looks at him. Distant. Staring intently at the chip in the pink tile behind Ben’s shoulder. He’s fucked up somewhere, but he can’t figure out how or where or when. He feels something claw at his throat, and the words bubble up and out of his throat in a rush, “Jack in the box Jesus Sammy, come on.” His wrists still in his hands… he shakes them, “You're my friend, my best friend. I don’t think I've ever met someone I've clicked with this fast aside from Emily. And I know we got off to a rough start, and you like to be mysterious whenever your past comes up,” Sammy flinches, shying away, pulling his wrists with him. He curses himself for even bringing it up. He tries to backtrack, pulling him back to him, “But, none of that matters anymore. You live in King Falls! And you're best friends with Ben Arnold and Emily Potter. So, yeah Sam, you're my best friend.”
Sammy just looks at him through his damn lashes and blinks once. Twice. He pushes, “No take backs!” It’s obviously much too loud, but Ben smiles with his whole face, exaggerating it, hoping for something in return. That if he can smile too wide and too much, it'll overcompensate for what ever made Sammy upset in the first place. Praying it wasn’t himself (knowing it was).
There’s no teeth in Sammy’s answering smile, and it doesn't reach his eyes but there are dimples, and that’s got to count for something.