#samama khalid

pressure dripping off your shoulders (let me be the one to relieve it) (one shot, finished, 8.54k words) by rebelskyguy

“Sorry,” Teddy says as Sam blows his nose. “I just— I know how it can be, just to have been expected to have been someone different. You just channel it in a different way.” Sam peeks one eye open as he dabs at the remains of beer coming out of his nose. “Different?” “Yeah,” Teddy shrugs. “I thought I’d be a writer, or a professor. Realized I liked reading aloud, which was what drew me to the OIAR in the first place, before I realized that the statements scared the piss out of me. When the insurance company dropped me, I… found other arrangements.” Or… Sam finds Teddy’s Finn account, and learns something new about himself and his new friend Teddy.

As always, cringe is dead, live your crackship rarepair dreams, this was so fun.

I have to know because…