#doing my duty & replying to this meme u sent this morning

[greenelight]

please mason just give me one chance

❝   baby   .   .   .   did   you   forget   the   part   about   us   being   married   ?   ❞   sometimes   mason   can't   believe   such   a   tall   ,   handsome   &   charming   british   man   can   be   so   silly   &   goofy   underneath   all   his   complicated layers.   it's   like   a   part   of   him   that   he   only   reveals   to   a   select   few people   &   somehow   ,   he's   managed   to   earn   his   trust   , which means that   he   can   act   like   this   on   a   regular   basis.   it   only   reminds   the   actor   just   how   much   he   loves   &   adores   him   ,   &   cements   the   fact   that   he   made   the   right   choice   when   choosing   his   life   partner.

❝   you   kinda   have   endless   chances   with   me , bash.   you   entered   the   ultimate   cheat   code.   ❞   mason   grins   ,   waving   the   hand   where   his   wedding   ring   rested   ﹙   &   will   keep   resting   there   forever   ﹚.   ❝   if   only   everyone   knew   what   a   real   dork   you   are   deep   down.   except   i'm   kinda   glad   only   a   few   people   know   the   truth.   makes   me   feel   special   .   .   .   it's   like   a   secret   sebastian   club   &   i'm   the   president   of   it   ,   obviously.   ❞

[bamfcoyotetango]

17 and Yancy/Tendo for the short fic ~

17. Meeting at a party whilst drunk AU

Okay, so I had a lot of fun with this one! Mention of alcohol and drunkness but nothing happens until they’re sober.

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1st Sargeant Yancy Becket didn’t normally drink but fuck it, he’d just been promoted and his friends were dragging him out for some fun.

“There’s a block party off post,” Bruce mentioned as he texted his twin brother on the way into the car. “Trev says it’s kickass. Wanna go?”

“I’ve never been to a block party.” Yancy hummed as he sent a meme to Rals who was sadly stuck with staff duty. They’d celebrate later, just them, when Raleigh had the time. “At least not one that’d qualify by American standards.”

He clicked on his seatbelt and waited for Raleigh to respond.

Rals: Go to the party

Rals: Let me live vicariously

Rals: through u

Rals: Also, Ur late w that meme

Rals: it was on Tumblr two days ago

Yan: I bet u laughed anyway

Rals: I did

Rals: Shoo

Rals: Go have fun

Yancy pulled away from his phone in time to see Bruce and Trev do their weird handshake and chest bump through the car window.

He rolled his eyes, got out of the car, closed the door and walked into the building, leaving Bruce and Trev to chase after him in surprise.

-

Yancy was nursing his single cup of whiskey very firmly but he was loose enough to enjoy himself at the rooftop block party. He’d turned down three drunk ladies, one genderfluid person and it looked like he might have to reject a dude or two before the night was over.

Mid-drink, he heard, “Hot damn, I’m either drunker than I thought or someone dropped an Adonis in the middle of my party.”

Yancy swallowed his whiskey roughly and looked down to see gorgeous brown eyes looking up. “Adonis, huh? Says the incarnation of Eros.”

“You-hic!-know your Greek-hic!-myths.” The lights shifted, turning the soft brown to a hue almost the same color as his whiskey.

“And you’re drunk.” Yancy chuckled as the beauty snuggled up to him. “Do you cuddle with strangers often?”

“Mmm… Only mostly drunk, not all drunk,” came the woozy reply. “Yes, cuddles but you’re not a stranger. You’re Adonis.”

“…Right. Okay, Eros, let’s get you some water and some aspirin.” He sighed. At least ‘Eros’ was cute and he wasn’t Trev trying to get Yancy to chug an entire keg like he’d done after AIT. Yancy abandoned his whiskey and mourned its loss as another party-goer drained the cup dry.

“Aspirin’s in the kitchen cabinet to the left an’ the tap’s okay.” Eros crooned. “You’re a very nice Adonis. D'you work out?”

Yancy snorted at that, gently guiding Eros around with a hand on the man’s waist. “Do I work out, he asks. Like the military isn’t a work-out in and of itself.” He snagged two pills and a glass of water, having to practically dance around canoodling couples with Eros still pressed against him. “Take these and drink the whole glass, Eros.”

“'Snice to be compared to the god of love. I matchmake all of my friends but I can’t seem to match myself.” Eros morosely informed him after taking the pills and draining half the glass in one go. “I’m doomed to cuddling my dog and watching movies alone, y'know.”

“I dunno about alone, Eros. You’re very handsome.” He complimented softly.

“Handsome and single, Adonis, and don’t you forget it.” Eros pouted this time. “There’s no Psyche for me. Mm-mm.”

Yancy settled Eros down on a free couch and then collected more water and another whiskey for himself. “You really are cute, Eros, but I think you need to be sober first before I think about taking you on a date.”

“Ha, I haven’t been on a date in so long, my cologne would be dusty if I didn’t wear it to work. Why would you want a date with me anyway?” Eros prodded as he sipped his water while Yancy nursed his newer, smaller whiskey before pushing it away to pay attention to Eros.

“Mostly because I’m slightly tipsy and would never normally show off my Greek mythology knowledge if I was completely sober.” He admitted. “Besides, words spoken while plastered are usually truthful and you think I’m pretty enough to be compared to a tragic Greek god. No one ever calls me pretty unless they’re being dicks.”

“Then they’re dicks,” Eros huffed as he snuggled even closer. “You’re the prettiest man here.”

“Aside from you?”

“Aside from me.” Eros agreed before he spluttered magnificently. “Holy shit, you’re smooth.”

“I try to be.” Yancy shrugged but didn’t pull away from a slowly sobering Eros. “So what is your name?”

“Tendo. You?” It suited him, Yancy thought, right down to the undone bowtie and ridiculous suspenders.

“Yancy. I think I prefer Adonis.”

“Hmm. I like it.” Tendo responded. “I’m gonna have a helluva headache in the morning and my mouth’s gonna taste like the wrong end of a tire but… You wanna go have breakfast at Nova’s? Like, right now.”

Yancy mulled it over and then tossed his overthinking right out of his mental window. “Sure. It’s not like Bruce and Trev haven’t already bounced anyway.”

“Wait, you mean the Gage twins?”

“Yeah.” Color Yancy surprised; most people either hated the twins or knew them well enough to know who he was talking about.

“Yeah, they’re long gone.”

“Assholes,” his fond tone had Tendo glancing up. “They’re my best friends.”

“Huh. Small world after all.”

-

Tendo sobered up right as they headed for Nova’s Diner, the soft brown gaze watching Yancy as he groaned, “That is officially the last time I listen to Bruce or Trev about a party.”

“So is breakfast strictly platonic?” Tendo asked, masking the flicker of hurt with half-a-smile.

“Fuck no,” Yancy vehemently protested. “'least not from my end.” Tendo’s mega-watt real smile made his head ache a little less. “C'n I kiss you?”

“Hell yes,” Tendo answered.

He cradled Tendo’s face in his hands and kissed enthusiastically until both of them were breathing in each other’s air. “You sure you’re not a god of love, Eros?”

“Only if you’re a tragic Greek god reborn, Adonis.” Tendo replied cheekily as he stole another kiss and bolted with a laugh for the familiar black-framed door.