Work Text:
ludwig - reminded me of you :)
It shouldn’t really be a weird text, but there’s something in it that makes Jeremy’s heart pound and his neck sweat and his stomach churn, like a teenager would. According to Twitter or whatever, those words are the ones all the single guys long after, especially this late in the evening, all these sweet messages that say “us <3” or “you’d like this :) <3” or
ludwig - reminded me of you :)
Jeremy can’t help but stare at it. They weren’t even really that close of friends, didn’t even do work stuff that often together either. Well, to be fair, when they did meet up, sparks were flying and extended eye contact was being had and lips were being stared at… Well, to be more fair, Jeremy’s a bit buzzed on discount White Claws and conflating like five or so fleeting moments to be representative of their entire relationship. Friendship. Whatever it was. Oh my god, are we even really friends? Like, they check in on each other every once in a while and Ludwig watches his streams (which makes his heart literally want to explode (because they’re friends or whatever, right?)) and they send each other memes sometimes, but what even is that? Acquaintances? Moderately close coworkers?
Yet there’s this thing on his phone:
ludwig - reminded me of you :)
Ludwig linked him a song. Like, who sends their friends songs ? Isn’t that something only teenage couples do, exchanging tapes under the bleachers? Or however you exchange songs in high school nowadays. iPods? No, wrong generation. Like this, over text? Oh god. Is he actually coming onto me? Seriously? Genuinely? Right now?
Jeremy shakes his head, taking another sip of his White Claw. No, idiot. Relax. Finally, he clicks on the link, and once Spotify stops having its hissy fit, it plays.
Everything about the song is unfamiliar, underground. Like Ludwig had to search for it. Scavenge the internet for the perfect song to send him, the song that
♡ ludwig ♡ - reminds me of us <3 miss u so much 🥺
Jerma sputters up his drink and blinks until the message returns to its original form. It was just a song. A nice song that Ludwig likes and wanted to send to him. The beat is nice. It makes him bob his head unconsciously. Somewhat cozy, somewhat like something he’d blast in his car (if he had the attention span to listen to music while driving, which is some far-off fantasy). But his face goes bright red once the beat switches.
“I love you. I love you forever."
His brain goes to mush after that, a messy, gushy mess of a grown man, face pressed deep into his pillow and blushing and practically kicking his feet. Like a moron. It was just a song. Just a song. But was it?
After playing back the song a normal amount of times and running his eyes over the lyrics for anything specific about them , he and Ludwig, but is left with some moderately generic rap lyrics mixed with… the confession. Oh god. I’m not making this up.
hey wym by this?
is a message that takes Jeremy an embarrassing amount of time to type. At this point, it’s been almost forty minutes since Ludwig sent the original message. Which, well, hopefully he hasn’t noticed. Or assumes that Jeremy opened the message five minutes ago. Or something.
And ten more minutes pass.
hey?
And ten more.
hey :(??
Jeremy practically has the song memorized at this point. His heart has been beating so quickly for such a long amount of time that he thinks he should go to the hospital, or at least take a cold bath. Or stare at the mirror for a very long time until it clicks in his brain how delusional he’s being. But, instead, he just keeps texting.
sorry im being a wierdo
wierdo
WEIRDO
am i being a weirdo or???
After several more extremely-sweaty-nervous-wreck-walking-around-the-room-in-circles minutes, Jeremy’s phone buzzes. He lets out a peep at the sound, terrified and somewhat excited to see the notification (but mostly terrified). He straightens himself out and takes a handful of deep breaths in preparation for looking at the home screen. Sitting tall on the couch with his eyes squinted, he presses the power button.
ludwig - top rope :)
Jeremy blinks once, expecting the message to change into something… else. He blinks again. Still no long-winded romantic confession, other than the one in the form of a link to a song. Top rope…? Avoiding opening the text, Jeremy quickly goes back to the lyrics page, scrolling back up to
“I’m on the top rope like a wrestler / ‘Bout to jump off on whoever, fuck ‘em up”
Another text comes in from Ludwig.
ludwig - you know, like your bit
A flash of some stupid fighting-your-clone bit that he did for stream a few years back passes through his mind. He flushes. Oh. And he’s face down in bed again. Oh my god. I’m a moron. He finally turns off the song, and his ears ring in the sudden silence.
oh, yeah
His hands are so unbearable sweaty no matter how much he wipes them off on the sheets. What a lame response.
haha
Arguably lamer.
can’t believe you remember that lol
At least that sounds relatively normal.
haha
Never mind. It’s ruined again. Jeremy swears off texting for the rest of his life.
ludwig - yea OMEGALUL i love that one :)
ludwig - what’d you think anyway?
Jeremy can’t bring himself to even open his phone; he just stares at the notifications on his lockscreen. What’d he think. What didn’t he think?
lol idk, nothing
thanks for sending it to me though :) i like it
but i’m gonna head to bed, so tired
lol
ludwig - okay goonight :) <3
The heart. Jeremy isn’t going to get any sleep tonight, at all.