Talking about love triangles maybe what would happen if Mc unintentionally fell asleep on the other ros shoulder (like finley and bem watching mc sleep on grays shoulder and vise versa) while I'll of them have high romance and in the same room writing a song or something together. π€πβ£οΈ
Grey jolts to full awareness, almost having fallen asleep themself as Finley went in depth about a particular lyric they wrote in their usual pretentious way.
The pressure on Grey's shoulder has their heart racing, and they manage to fight the urge to straighten as they look down at a sleeping MC.
Slumped as they are, they suppose they make for a pretty comfortable pillow and they're not about to ruin the moment by stirring MC.
They admire them for a moment more, wishing they could take a peek from the front, but contenting with the way their eyelashes flutters softly against their shirt.
Grey is already starting to smile before looking up, but it only grows wider and more smug as they peer at the other two victoriously.
Finley's pencil is so tense on the paper it might break through it entirely, meanwhile Bem looks at MC with a small smile that's more hurt than endeared.
The latter does make Grey feel a little bad, but also how is their fault? MC chose them. The thought flutters in their chest, exciting and warm.
"You were saying?" Grey drawls in a slight whisper, unable to help themself.
Finley's pencil breaks in their hand, much to Grey's unabashed delight. It manages not to stir MC, but Grey still feels the need to shush just to rub it in.
"Perhaps... we should stop for tonight." Bem suggests, voice barely carrying.
Finley doesn't need to be told twice, crumbling the paper as they get up and leave. Grey however, doesn't miss the last angered glance before they're out the door.
Though it was Bem's suggestion, they look reluctant to leave, swaying in their seat for a moment. "Um, you... got this handled?" Bem asks, nodding towards MC.
Grey feels a strike of irritation at the implication they can't care for MC... even if they're scared of failing in that aspect too. They content with shooting Bem a flat look that seems to convince them as they duck their head.
"Goodnight." Bem mutters, leaving as well, but unable to look back unlike Finley.
That leaves Grey to sigh softly, tutting below their breath as they glance at MC again. They can't help but indulge themself a little further as they peer at how vulnerable MC is. Perhaps the only time they've seen them peaceful, even.
Grey considers just staying like this, they could probably fall asleep again, but finds that the kink in their neck wouldn't be worth it. Or at least... MC shouldn't have to bear it too.
"Wakey, wakey," Grey sing-songs softly, watching MC's eyes flutter open with bated breath.
Grey whispers once they stir, voice equally as vulnerable as their expression when they smile. "Hello Sunshine."
Finley is the most animated when they're explaining stuff, and though they're not boastful, they're particularly proud of this lyric even as they have to explain it to Grey over and over.
They have their suspicion Grey is doing it simply to be their usual annoying self, but two can play at that game and Finley also prides themself on their patience. They can already tell they're winning.
Amidst another repeated argument, Finley feels something heavy land on their shoulder, at first they barely register it, but as they finally glance down as an afterthought their seventh explanation grinds to a halt.
They jolt, but MC's head just rolls with it, settling as Finley grows eerily still instead, face filled with disbelief and quickly reddening as they glance at MC's fluttering eyelashes.
"You were saying?" Grey cuts in with a growl, annoyance clear as their eyes flick from MC to Finley in quiet accusation.
Finley instantly shushes them, almost too harshly at first before they remember MC and lower the volume.
Grey properly taken care off as they sit back to sulk, they glance at Bem who's looking at MC with something between wonder and sadness.
"They must be tired..." Bem notes quietly.
"Or they just got tired listening to Finley being all pretentious." Grey says, rolling their eyes, but Finley doesn't miss the way they keep creeping back to MC.
It's the look that does it, not the insult. "You're just jealous." Finley growls, and though they weren't boastful before, they do feel a swell of pride in their chest now.
"As if!" Grey yells as they shoot up, quickly getting shushed by both Bem and Finley.
"Whatever." Grey says through gritted teeth a moment after, getting up to leave, but shooting a torn look back at MC before they're out the door, shutting it a little harder than Finley would like.
They peer at MC to see if it woke them up, but they're still breathing heavily, face completely relaxed.
Finley almost forgets Bem is still in the room, so enraptured with watching MC.
"I'm glad it's you..." Bem finally makes their presence known, shocking Finley out of their reverence. They're halfway to standing, shooting Finley a brief pained smile, before their eyes find MC again.
"Thanks..." Finley mutters, unsure exactly what Bem means and unable to ask when they duck their head and leave the room in sudden haste.
The only sound that can be heard is MCs slow breathing, Finley even feels it ghosting their neck... Growing sheepish, they touch their own warming cheek and sigh, unsure what they should be doing now.
They could probably stay stock still for awhile, but they quickly decide MC deserves to rest properly in a bed.
"Hey..." They manage to croak after gathering the courage.
It doesn't work, MC stays dead asleep.
Taking a deep inhale through their nose, Finley tries again, firm but not harsh. "Hey."
MC's eyelids flutter open slowly, Finley watching every micro movement with keen interest and their usual intensity. "You fell asleep..." They explain slowly, clearing their throat a little after, hoping for naught that their blush can't be gleamed.
They only grow more bashful once they realise how much they miss the warmth and pressure as MC straightens. They don't trust themself to speak, instead hiding behind their hair as their throat bobs with words that would be entirely too creepy coming from them.
Finally they just whisper a choked. "Goodnight..." Waiting for them to leave.
Bem doesn't even realise their attention is gone as they don't think of the song, nor really hear any of the arguments between Grey and Finley. Their mind is instead constantly jumping from one thing to another with barely a moment between like usual. All that each thought has in common is that they revolve around MC.
Is MC doing well? They didn't eat much this morning, and their phone rang and they didn't pick it up, they also flinched at something earlier, but Bem couldn't find the reason. Was it something they overlooked or maybe a thought in MC's head? A bad memory perhaps, or maybe they just jolted awake, they've seemed really tired lateβ
It's Bem's turn to jolt, the reality before them snapping back into place in a slightly painful way like a rubber band. They blink the confusion away, realising quickly what oddity that caused them to stir in the first place.
They whip their head to the pressure on their shoulder, breath audibly catching as they see MC's head heavily planted there.
Focusing instantly, their eyes roam intensely in frantic worry. They quickly manage to conclude that MC is merely asleep by their closed eyes, relaxed features, loose mouth and slow breath.
Bem doesn't realise they're smiling before they see Grey's and Finley's looks of pure dismay. Their eyes widen just as quickly as their smile disappears.
"Tiredβmust be." They're not quite sure when they started speaking like Yoda, but at least their voice remains a whisper despite their surprise.
"Must be." Grey mirrors dryly, brows furrowed so deep it cast a shadow that manages to darken even their pale eyes. They make a show of stretching, groans a little louder than Bem is comfortable with as they glance to MC. Even the over-exaggerated yawn that follows luckily doesn't manage to wake them.
"Let them sleep." Bem instructs, though it's more like a demand in their mind.
Grey rolls their eyes but luckily doesn't argue, shoulders hunched around them. "Whatever... I'm tired of this anyway." They mutter as they get up, only sparing a conflicted glance at MC before leaving, once again making more noise than Bem is comfortable with as they shut the door.
Bem glances uneasily at Finley, who's staring past them to gaze at MC. It goes on for so long that finally Bem gathers the courage to clear their throat. "You should sleep too..."
"Yeah..." Finley mumbles, though their eyes remain motionless. Finally after a held breath, their gaze flicks over to Bem. Their expression is still unreadable, but a shift happens nonetheless that makes a pit grow in Bem's stomach.
It only disappears once Finley is out of the room entirely, a last glance over their tense shoulders before the door closes.
Bem exhales, returning to what's important. MC needs to rest properly and while a nice feeling for Bem, their shoulder just won't do.
"MC..." They whisper softly, watching closely as they stir but don't entirely wake. They have to repeat it a few times, afraid that MC would flinch should they say it too firmly.
Slowly consciousness seems to take a hold, MC's eyes fluttering open blearily.
Bem makes sure to greet them with a soothing smile.
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