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💤sleepover (oneshot)

after watching some crappy horror movies and eating pizza that benrey somehow obtained (none of you ever recall him ordering it), we called it a night and went to sleep.. and now, here you are! cold. tired. lying on the hard floor and desperately trying to sleep while a midget of a man is constantly poking your cheek. you had no idea what time it was, maybe around 2 am? you were pretty sure everyone else was asleep.

poke.

"aughh, dude, please, stop it–" benrey suddenly grabbed both your cheeks and smushed your face. "HAHA. fish." he said while continuing to play with your face, merely inches from you, while ignoring your pleas for him to stop. just why can't he go bother someone else?

"get off of me!" you pushed his face away from you with your hand, "personal space!" benrey let go of your face, only to bite your hand instead. you hissed in pain "ow ow ow! motherffffu–"

ok. it didnt really hurt, but the audacity!!

"benrey, why do you hurt me like this?" you faked a sad voice. you knew benrey is just being the weirdo he is. it was funny, but also kinda annoying. you still wanted to sleep! why can't he be more like tommy? that guy never bit your hand like this!

"ish funny," he mumbled with your hand still trapped between his teeth. again, it really didnt hurt. "gordon ate my sleeping bag so now i'm bored.

"NO I DIDN-  no i did not!!"

"oh, hi gordon! i didn't know you're awake." you looked over at the brunette on the left. hm, you swear he was way on the other side of the room the last time you checked. when did he get so close?

when did he even get up? did you wake him? you hope you didn't! gordon can be extra grumpy during the night, so you don"t wanna deal with that. the man was currently wearing an old graphic band t-shirt and his hair was down, which is quite a rare sight to see. usually his hair is tied into a long ponytail. right now his hair was messy, but it framed his face just right and looked really fluffy!

man, you really need to ask him about his hair routine. how did he manage to keep his hair so pretty all the time?

your thoughts were occupied by gordon's fluffy hair that you didnt even notice you were staring. oops. gordon's death glare changed into a shy smile when he noticed you staring at him. he looked at you, voice quieter than it was seconds ago. "h-hey y/n! is.. benrey bothering you? should i punch him?" you giggled at the offer. "no, dont punch him, but you might need, i dunno, a wrench to get him off of me or something," you waved nonchalantly with your free hand as if your other hand wasn't currently being chewed on.

ah yes. this is fine.

gordon's glare returned, this time directed at benrey, and it seemed that both him and the midget got into a staring contest. you felt kind of uncomfortable laying between two arch enemies (or two gay homosexuals, depends on interpretation), so you let out a groan of annoyance for what seemed to be the 100th time. man, you just wanted to sleep!

"guys! if you wanna fight so bad, go play another game of monopoly, i'm tired and cold and i just wanna–" without a warning, you were embraced by two pairs of arms into a tight and warm double-hug. both benrey and gordon wrapped their arms around your torso.

well.. this is something.

none of you said a word for a while. their reaction was so sudden and unexpected that you had no idea what to say! you curiously looked left and right, benrey was staring into nothingness with his usual poker face, while gordon was actively avoiding your gaze, his cheeks were slightly dusted red. was embarrassed? what for..? to you this felt pretty silly and you couldn't help but let out a laugh. "woah, would you look at that! i'm not cold anymore! hehe.." you curled your arms around both men as you pet gordon's fluffy hair and rub circles into benrey's back. "thanks guys!"