#terkey

pili is pangis gay awakening

pangi falls for lukey

he doesn’t make a move and tertel and lukey start dating

Terkey are adorable together

Terpangkey...save me save me terpangkey...

Stoooppp, cause if Lukey starts wearing some of Tertel's clothes it would look so adorable. Tertel already wears super baggy clothes, but they would quite literally hang off Lukey

Tertel sighed, shoving his head in his hands. Fuck his stupid life, and fuck his tendency to copy other people's mannerisms. Its stupid- stupid stupid stupid, and it sucks, and he wants to hold Lukey.

What? No he doesn't.

He still doesn't when he stands up, his shadow moving with him, carefully and tinted red from the lamp Lukey keeps on in his room. Tertel's on the floor in the living room, while Lukey's in his bed. He thought he'd had enough of sharing a room with slightly annoying content creators.

And, no, of course he doesn't want to climb into Lukey's bed and breathe his air, even as he opens his door and steps out into the hallway. Nor as he slowly walks to Lukey's room, or as his hand is balled into a fist, or as he stops himself from knocking. Because that would be too disruptive, and Tertel isn't an asshole.

Okay, well, maybe he's a hypocrite. And that's okay, he's okay, because Lukey is half consciously patting the bed and scooting over when Tertel stands in the doorway, the door creaking way too loud as he opens it. He'll sort that later.

"C'mere.." Lukey's tired, and Tertel cant tell if he's actually been woken up. He ignores the shiver Lukey's half-morning voice sends down his back. "There's room."

Tertel is certain he's spent too much time with Pangi, especially as he skips any dialogue while lying down. Under the covers is warm, and all Tertel can think about is Lukey. Everything smells like him - the pillow is a mix of his shampoo, cologne, and a faint sweat smell. The hotness rising in Tertel's cheek is not there, he swears.

His arm folds under Lukey's head, and the other is around his waist. Personal space isn't exactly a thing now, with their legs already tangled and forcing them closer.

Tertel is not clingy, and he doesn't want to hold Lukey.

He doesn't, even though he finds himself sleeping easier, drifting away much faster than on his own.

Lukey's chest rises and falls in time with his - he wont tell if thats on purpose or not - and it's nice. Pangi and him had cuddled a few times on their trip, if not for ease then for comfort. Neither would admit it, but they missed their own beds, they missed having their own environment.