#coffee just makes me sleepier

[yukipri]

I feel like over the month+, I have like 1-2 hours a day max where I feel relatively awake, and every other hour I'm fighting bone-deep exhaustion. I'll bring it up with my doc at my check up on monday, but tbh i know the solution so idk if she can help

And I can work-work when I feel half-dead, or rather I force myself to because I don't want my cats to starve, but when it comes to creative stuff, it's like my mind is slippery sludge dribbling out my eyes...

The Solution, of course: just stop working 3~10 AM every day (and then taking a short nap, working during the day, and then taking another short nap, hours vary but repeat), and maybe get at least 6, ideally 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep at least every other day, ideally every day.

But do I see that happening? No.

Like rn I know I desperately need to edit fic and reply to comments and do several arts but I'm nodding off at my desk after boss DMing me work at 5 AM and dealing with repair people since 8:30 AM...

#YukiPri rambles #yeah the next fic chapter is long done #i just need to edit and reply to comments but that's like #5 hours at least of concentration and i feel more vegetable than sentient human #coffee just makes me sleepier #my hyper irregular sleep hours (i never sleep the same hours 2 days in a row...) means that even when i DO have time to sleep #i wake up/it's not restful #i've tried melatonin and sometimes it works but more often it gives me hyper vivid pseudo-dreams #stuff like i'm in my dream i hear my alarm go off i turn my alarm off while remaining in my dream etc it's dangerous #all of this also of course means i rarely have time to do my minimal exercise of a daily walk #and i'm lucky if i eat one full meal a day #it's like being in a perpetual state of awful jetlag #i feel like my body is not synched to earth and it sucks #do you think this is what inter-planetary jetlag is like bc that must suck worse than just timezones on the same planet #that at least has a consistent rotation u feel #hmm what was this post about again #lol disaster #anyway i think i'll take a 1-2 hour nap now so maybe i can do some fic editing when i get up #see i'm repeating the cycle again

[bakingmoomins]

had a weird day today

#my professor canceled class bc it was his buddy's birthday and the two people sitting next to me in another class were straight #up making out while the professor explained morphism between rings and i twas just weird. like it's not even a big class #either like we were like 10 people in that room #anyway had an 8pm coffee and now i feel sleepier than ever #🐌

[icouldbeluckyagain]

when does the Mexico red carpet start?

#I’m in desperate need of some adrenaline ngl #I’m 2 seconds away from sleeping in class #I’ve already had coffee and candy and minimal sugar rush is leaving and it’s just making me even sleepier lmao

[weneedhelp]

MTL to be a tsundere

(had to google up what tsundere meant for this 😭)

most

niwa

joy

esa

loki

lilac

least

#joy takeover 💌 #i've been told i look like i want to murder people whenever i step into uni #but really that's just me being extremely sleep-deprived and in need of caffeine #fun fact: coffee doesn't work on me lilac and loki the way it's supposed to 😭 #it makes us sleepier instead of waking us up lmaooo

[valentineish]

I've figured out I can discern my ongoing stress level based on my reaction to Concerta. The past couple weeks, it's been making my unbearably tired. It's like my brain doesn't slow down until I take it, and I suddenly realize the exhaustion.

#open mic night #the worst part is that caffeine just makes me sleepier in this case #i just had coffee and i feel like i've been hit by a tranquilizer #adhd

[serene-sun]

𝕯𝖆𝖜𝖓 •-☀︎-⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆- ☀︎-•

Pairing: swiss x reader, Swiss x dewdrop, dewdrop x reader, aether x reader, mountain x rain.

Summary: you’ve been up since three, considering you were there to see aether make breakfast, you need to back to bed as soon as possible!

*Text*: sensitive topic

“Your up early.” Aether walks into the ghoul den, finding your form wrapped up in a blanket on the couch.

He stumbled along to the kitchen, his flannel pants unevenly hanging from his hips, his shirt was as messy as his hair that went every other direction.

Aether rubbed his eyes, turning on the coffee pot and turning on the stove. He set a pan on it, letting the metal warm up.

“What’s got you up?” He asks, opening the fridge.

“I’ve been up since three.” You yawn, the blooming blue sun shinning through the window and it’s looming curtains.

“Three?” Aether chuckles to himself, he turns around to meet your droopy eyes, his finger tapping the door of the fridge with a sigh.

“Well…can’t say I don’t understand, it’s just like that sometimes.” He closes the door with a carton of eggs in his hand.

“I’m always like that in summer, the cold is just so much better.” You say

You grab the remote and turn up the TV as the morning news came on. You turn and fix the blanket that started to fall off of your body.

The sound of sizzling zones both you and aether out of the morning sleepy thoughts.

The door opens and a tired water ghoul lumbers his way into the room, turning on the lamp beside me as he enters the kitchen.

“Goodmorning.” Rains voice is scratchy and new, he scratches the back of his head.

His dark wavy locks were a mess, the same going for the long and faded band shirt that obviously was not his.

“Who’s shirt is that? Are you even wearing pants?” Aether looks at the water ghoul poring a cup of steaming coffee, he flips the eggs that simmer in the pan.

“Mountains, he shou-“ rains cut off by the earth ghoul coming behind him and bringing him into a tight hug.

You look over the back of the couch, “get a room you two.” You throw a fit looking as mountain practically picks him off his feet.

“Oh don’t worry, we did.” He laughs, much to make your eyes roll

“It’s going to be storming all day, we need to go ahead and bring in the pants.” Rain tells the tall ghoul, hinting towards the weather forecast that was printed across the TV.

“Yeah I was thinking about that.” He replies, “aren’t we getting some hail?”

*The sound of the ghouls conversations fade to white noise, and the sound of the TV makes you feel at home again. Maybe you would open your eyes again and be back home with nobody yelling or throwing things around.*

“Hey…” a voice says, just barely above a whisper.

You groan, feeling your eyes stiffen out as you realize you had fallen asleep. Hmm?

“Your very sleepy, how about you go to Swiss and firefly? You know they sleep in.” Aether rubs your arm, it had fallen from the coffin of blankets you wrapped yourself in.

“Mm no. M fine.” You nod, obviously lying.

You wish you were already there, within their warm confines, maybe Grey would be there purring and sending you to sleep.

“C’mon, let’s get you back into the bed.” Aether wraps you and your blankets in his arms, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder.

He rubs your back, you can feel his quintessential warmth spread through you and making you sleepier than before.

As soon as your head bobs, Aethers already opening the door to dews warm room with his foot. He brings you to his big bed, the black and red cotton sheets are all tangled around dew and Swiss cuddled together.

Aether leans down and sets you between the two, naturally they suffocate you with their love and affection. The room is dark, and the small sound of Swiss snoring and dew purring is making it extremely hard to focus on aether who’s leaving the room.

Swiss’s arm wraps around you, pulling you deeper into his chest. Dew is pressed up behind you, his mustache tickling your ear softly.

“Warm enough?” Swiss asks, he doesn’t open his eyes and he doesn’t go above a whisper.

You shrug, still in defeat of being put back to bed. Suddenly, you feel your back heat up, and the fire ghoul is giving you a tighter squeeze around your abdomen.

“Mm maybe.”

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #the band ghost swiss ghoul #swiss ghoul x reader #dewdrop ghoul x reader #sodo ghoul x reader #aether ghoul x reader #rain x mountain #swiss x dewdrop #swiss x sodo

[sopiao]

there’s this ghost bot i found where ur a waitress on the diner night shift and ghost is a regular that always comes to see you 🤭

ANYWAYS. waitress!reader with regular!ghost

You were sitting on the bar of the diner, almost finished wiping down the counters clean. You’ve mopped, dried every glass, prepped every silverware, cleaned the windows, and refilled up all the condiments to kill time.

Checking the clock it was only 1:32. Hours away till the end of your shift. The last few hours were spent just scrolling on your phone from how empty the diner is, a group of stoned teens visited to eat for a little, but that’s about it.

He should be here by now. You sighed, sitting back down at the counter and pulling your phone out to try and pass time. The warm and cozy lights and the heat emitting from the heater made you feel even sleepier and more relaxed. The jingle of entrance door’s bell made you immediately perk up and excited, hoping the man you wanted to see would walk through.

“Your usual?” You ask, sitting up and resting your hands on the counter. He sits down at the bar in front of you, the same seat he always takes. He lets out a small chuckle and nods.

“Was hoping to see you today” You smile, a fresh pot was already made and ready for him, pouring the black coffee in a white porcelain mug. Simon seems surprised by flattered, watching your form as you reach over the counter to put back the coffee pot.

“Lil ol’ me?” He chuckles, pointing at himself, his elbows resting on the wooden counter, the blue paint was chipping off the edge. Simon watched as you added cream and sugar, just how he likes it.

“Thanks, lovely” He nods when you set the cup down in front of him, careful not to spill any. His scarred hands hug the sides of the mug, warming his hands from the cold weather outside.

“You added something different?” He asked, licking his lips after taking a long warm sip.

“Uh, yeah. I wanted to experiment a little bit, vanilla creamer and a little cinnamon” You stood a little straighter, anxious that he didn’t like it. He could tell you were worried and laughed it off.

“No, no. I like it. It taste sweeter” Like you. He wanted to add that last part but felt that it was too fast, not wanting to scare you off or creep you away. You smiled warmly, one he always loves, leaning back down to rest your forearms on the counter.

“Mm. Glad you like it” You smiled, beaming at him excitedly, which always managed to make his heart melt. He wasn’t big on anything sweet in his coffee. Suddenly he started to tolerate it, started to like it, like you.

—

“What are ya’ doing here so late?” You ask, suddenly changing the subject, he looked up from his food, still chewing he looks up to search for a reason in his head.

“Why are you asking now?” He answered your question with one of his own, too embarrassed with the real reason why he really comes late.

“Dunno. It’s kinda odd how you always come late. Not that I’m complaining” You shrug, just out of pure curiosity. You didn’t wanna come across that you were bothered by him.

“You’re nice company” Simon unconsciously admits, his eyes staggering up to you to see your reaction. All you do is smile and laugh, finding his response so charming.

—

“You notice anything?” You ask, resting against the counter across his usual spot. His eyes flickered up at you, mid-sip, and inspected every part of you for something new.

“You’re hair. You changed it?” He asked, admiring how well it fitted you, how it complimented your skin tone, made your eyes seem so much kinder when you smiled. You lightly clapped, happy that he noticed.

“Yeah. You like it?” Smiling up at him, really hoping that he liked it, it was something new but not too new. Without thinking, Simon reaches his hand up to your shoulder, taking a lock of your hair and twirling it between his fingers.

“Fits ya’” Is all he said before retracting his hand and taking another sip from his mug. Realizing what he did and playing it off as if it was completely normal. He subtly took another glance at you, thought you looked real cute with how flushed your cheeks were and how your mouth was slightly agape at his actions.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #cod men #task 141 #ghost mw2 #cod headcanons #cod modern warfare #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x you #simon riley imagine #ghost headcanons #ghost call of duty #ghost headcannons #ghost my love #simon ghost headcannons #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost headcannons

[onlyjaeyun]

ceo! jongseong leaving you expensive vitamin drinks and snacks because he doesnt want to overwhelm you 🥹 and because tbh... he hasn't really dated anyone before so this should be a nice not burdensome gesture right??

however, secretary!yn thinks he's leaving her them as a "work harder, u need to have more energy" message so she overworks 😭 and she worries that he thinks she's been slacking 🥹 whilst he's wondering why his pretty baby's been looking nervous when she's doing tasks and also looking sleepier...

OH when he catches her dozing off while standing and wonders "am i stressing her out?? did something happen outside of work??" 😭

🎀

AAAAAH THIS MADE ME SO POUTY 🥺

Secretly crushing ceo!jay wouldn't even hesitate to send everyone away as soon as he notices just how sleepy you are, telling all of his employees that the meeting has been postponed only to pull you into his office and sit you on the couch, asking why the fuck you've been working so much. "your warnings were pretty clear, sir", is the only thing you mumble, hair a little messier than usual, eyes sleepy snd lips pushed into the sweetest pout as you look at him and try to hide just how much you're enjoying the view. jongseong is absolutely shocked at your response and looks at you with confusion written all over his face, reaching for your hands before he moves closer to you from his sest on the little coffee table. "i left those on your desk to make surr you know how good you've been doing, pretty girl", jay clears up and meets your gaze, his heart aching as soon ss he sees the way you've already teared up and if it wssn'r for just how exhausted and anxious you've been, you would have managed to stay composed a lot better. "i'm so sorry i didn't make that clear enough", he continues and pushes the hair out of your face all while managing to suppress the urge to take care of you and fuck you to sleep the way you deserve it, "now be a good girl, go home and get the rest you need yeah? i'll be okay. call me if you need anything." he has his men bring you to your apartment and one of them waiting in the car to make sure you get home safe, keeping him updated every few hours, sending you groceries and flowers to make up for the misunderstanding, only for you to "accidentally" send him a little voicemail of your little mosns and whimpers of his name in return 🥺🎀🧸

#URGH NONIE HELP I GOT CARRIED AWAY #; thoughts #; zadie's concepts #; boyfie #enhypen smut

[beeslibrarycorner]

Escape

Felix catton x reader x Oliver quick

Warnings: none

It all started when the three of you were awoken by heavy rain and very loud thunder. It was 5:30 am.

That doesn’t stop Oliver or Felix from trying to at least get you to go back to sleep so that your sleep schedule wouldn’t be messed up for the next couple of nights. They were very adamant about it and you could see and hear the stubbornness from them.

Felix pulled you to lay your head on his chest while Oliver started to rub soothing circles into your back. Felix started humming so that the deep vibration of his voice would get you back to sleep.

Unfortunately it wasn’t working, you were wide awake and wanting to get out of bed. No it wasn’t a want it was a need, you were starting to get restless.

Felix naturally is stubborn and does not let you get out of bed. “I’m sorry darling me and Ollie just want a cuddle with our favorite girl”he said. Oliver hushes you when you make noise in protest. This goes on for awhile until you just accept your fate of being stuck between the two.

Your thirst for coffee is still there but you just have to wait until they fall back to sleep, it’s only a matter of time before it happens. Twenty minutes later Felix gently places you on the pillows and Oliver wraps his arms around you. He walks off to the bathroom, a few minutes later Oliver detaches from you and stretches yawning and turning away.

You jump out of bed quickly before Oliver could turn back over and grab you. You moved fast out of the room when you heard Felix leave the bathroom and gasp at what had happened.

“We’re going to get you darling” Felix called out and you couldn’t help but giggle. You heard socked feet moving after you and you felt your heart thump in your chest.

You ran through hallways and Corodoors without any real plan in mind. You didn’t know how far along the two of them were as you kept moving along.

Once you reached the kitchen, you grabbed the coffee grinds to make yourself a mug. A loud gasp startled you, which in turn made you drop the coffee grounds back on the counter. You saw Oliver on the other side of the kitchen island “sweet girl, it’s too early for you to have coffee” he said, he had a look in his eyes that ment trouble.

He tried to round the island to reach you and you bolted for the dining room. You heard Felix chuckle somewhere but you couldn’t care less, you needed your coffee.

They were toying with you and you did not like how small you felt, that was there goal though in the end. You had to get out of that area fast before you were caught by one of them and you would be stuck in bed for a couple more hours.

You ran through another threshold to get into another room. You bumped into Felix and before you could back away he hoisted you onto his shoulder. “I told you love, we were going to get you” Felix said, he sounded tired now. “Put me down” you said “I need to make my coffee” you continued moving your body slightly to make a point.

“Not a chance darling, you shouldn’t be drinking coffee this early in the morning” he said echoing what Oliver said before. “Anyways coffee causes you to become anxious and that’s not good for you lovey, Ollie can get you some juice if you want something to drink.” He said before patting your bottom and continuing to walk down the hallway. You felt Oliver grab your calf and give it a light squeeze.

Felix threw you on the bed and Oliver plopped down and dragged you under the covers, Felix doing the same. The two of them were tired from the events and when you looked at the clock you saw it was only 7 am you inwardly groaned.

“Don’t pout honey” Felix says there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. “I think I know how to get her to feel abit sleepier” Oliver said from over your shoulder.

“Oh yeah? What’s your idea?” Felix asks as he hitches your leg over his own. Suddenly you feel fingertips scritching along your sides and ribs, you try to curl in on yourself. Felix chuckles, “oh I like your idea Ollie” he says before he starts to join in.

Going for the skin under your arms, you can’t help but laugh harder from the attack. When they do finally stop you feel your muscles have become a bit more weighted and your head felt a bit fuzzy.

Oliver moved closer to you and Felix brushed the hair out of your face, both of them watching how tired you were. “Well done Ollie, she’s starting to doze”Felix says and a big hand comes down on your back and starts rubbing circles there.

You don’t care who’s it belongs to, you can’t even be mad at them for doing this.

“See it’s not that hard to be a good girl, isn’t it sweetheart?” Oliver murmurs into your hair and you make an unintelligible noise in response. You hear both of them chuckle and you feel them snuggle in closer.

You fall asleep a few minutes the two of the not far behind.

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton x oliver quick #felix catton x reader #oliver quick x reader #saltburn imagine #saltburn

[abiiors]

matty singing gf to sleep <33

When I tell you I was going to put cockwarming into this… 

Unfortunately, I am shit at writing smut so this will have to stay fluff only.

I Like It When You Sleep

He carefully closes the door behind him and locks it, then sighs when he sees the time. 

2 am. 

He knows you’re a light sleeper and he has to be as quiet as a mouse, he knows you must have gone to bed a long time ago. So he quietly places his stuff in the living room and tiptoes to your bedroom. 

He stops at the threshold and watches as the moonlight streams in and illuminates your side profile. He watches the way your hair fans out on the pillow but one strand remains stubbornly stuck to your cheek. He watches the rise and fall of your chest and tries not to linger too much on your curves. 

It’s a warm night and the sheets are already bunched around your hips. Your tank top has ridden up to expose a sliver of your stomach and he has to resist the urge to trace his fingers over every inch of it. 

Quietly he takes a step forward. If he can only stroke your cheek once, he’ll make do with it…

Pain shoots up his foot and a loud, involuntary string of curses leaves his mouth. He slaps a hand over his mouth and winces slightly but it’s too late. You’re already stirring. 

‘Are you okay?’ you mumble into the pillow.

‘Yea, yea,’ he whispers hurriedly, ‘just stubbed my toe. Go back to bed!’

You, however, pick up your phone to look at the time.

2:09 am

‘Are you just coming home?’ you crack an eye open to look at him. 

‘Um,’ he smiles guiltily, ‘yeah, just.’

He walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. He lets you wrap your arms around his waist and place your head on his lap. 

‘You must be tired,’ you mumble into his stomach. 

‘I’ve had a bit too much coffee,’ he confesses, running his fingers through your hair. He finally smiles when he brushes away that strand on your cheek.

‘Let me get ready for bed, okay?’ he asks and silently pleads for this moment to last a bit longer. 

But it never lasts as long as he wants it to. You pull away with great effort and snuggle into the pillows once again. 

He’s the one who has to wait a minute longer before he can actually start undressing himself. 

The night is warm so he forgoes the t-shirt. He just lets his boxers rest low on his hips and gets into bed next to you. He pulls you close, murmurs a good night in your hair. 

He closes his eyes and waits for that familiar feeling of heaviness to settle over his limbs but it doesn’t work. Maybe he did consume a bit too much coffee or maybe it’s because he can feel you restlessly twisting and turning.  

‘Love…’ he sighs, ‘can you not sleep?’

He feels a bit guilty when you shake your head and pull closer to him.  

‘Will you sing to me?’ you ask and he almost doesn’t hear it because of how muffled your voice is. 

‘I mean, you don’t have to,’ you amend quickly when he doesn’t respond. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to ramble further, instead, he takes a deep breath and starts humming a new tune. 

There are words sprinkled in there every once in a while but they are unfinished and they don’t always rhyme. He hopes you don’t remember this moment by morning because this is a new song he’s been working on and he wants it to be a surprise for when he’s finally finished with it. 

He gently lets his nails scratch your scalp and smiles as you shiver in delight. All the while he continues singing; some of his own, some of others. Wherever he can, he substitutes your name with the one in the lyrics. And although he’s fairly sure you can’t hear him right now, he knows it’s something you love during the waking hours. 

Once your breathing evens out again, he feels himself getting sleepier. The singing has finally used up all his excess energy and now he just wants to fall asleep with you in his arms. 

If he's lucky he'll get more than five hours of sleep but he doesn't fret much over it. He knows he's lucky in that no matter how little sleep he gets, he gets to wake up next to you.

#matty healy imagine #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy drabble #drabble #asks #fluff #matty x reader #soft matty healy #matty healy #matty healy x you #female reader #sing me to sleep #i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it

[cryptile]

Thing and Petey's Valentine's Day fiction!

This is them for reference if you don't know ^ Thing is a tibetan fox (she/they/it) and Petey is a Canada Lynx (he/him) and they are a queer-platonic couple so the words partner and friend will be used interchangeably!!!

Thing was sleepy, sleepier than she was on most days, she blamed it on the sad, rainy weather, but the unreasonably early-hour History of Film lecture it started its day with definitely added to the tiredness. The Scratchy sound of steaming, foamy milk pouring into a glossy white cup on the counter in front of her didn't do much to wake her up, and the light chattering of happy couples seated around the cafe helped even less. Eyelids heavy and head wobbly, it tried to take a step back, before being swooped upwards by a mass of comically long, uncomfortably damp fur, and into a very, very startling hug.

“P… Petey…” Thing croaked, spitting wet hairs out of its mouth.

The large Lynx just purred in response, wiggling her from left to right with glee.

“What are you doing at work? It's Valentine's Day!” 

“You say that every year, Petey, you should be working too.” Thing muttered in her usual flat tone. 

The lynx put her back down onto the floor gently and shrugged. 

“It's been hard finding accessible jobs lately, but it's no biggie, I've been getting by somehow.” Petey swung his wrist dismissively, “Doesn't matter, come on!”

“B-but the coffee, i need to serve the… customer” Thing pointed at the annoyed customer in desperation, but Petey was already squeezing into his chair and gestured towards Thing's seat across from him.

With a sigh, Thing sat down, its tail lazily dropped into the open space between the seat and the backseat, where her black leather bag was hung. She opened her mouth but before any work related questions escaped it, the answer came to her in the form of its co-worker placing a cup of black coffee, her favorite, in front of her and giving them a weak but encouraging thumbs up.

“Huh. Did you arrange this?” She turned to Petey. 

“...well, no, I just assumed they wouldn't mind letting you go for a little while.”

Thing took a deep breath, an attempt to settle its stress, trying to focus only on her coffee, and her partner who was already being served his milky cappuccino and dessert. 

“This is all very nice.” It said, not only to express its gratitude, but as an affirmation to herself.

“Please, Peet, just tell me next time you intend on getting me off work.” Thing's expressionless face was unusually hard to read, but Petey has known the fox for enough time to know she is pleased with her little break.

The friends' warm conversation quickly blended into the hubbub of the couple-filled café. The work-related tension that earlier held onto Thing tightly has now disappeared, making space for a feeling of security and familiarity that accompanied all time spent with her fluffy boyfriend, whose slowly drying fur has somehow already found itself in Thing's cup.

A tingling in the fox's throat suddenly interrupted its current tangent, and when they were finally finished coughing up fur they spoke again. 

“How haven't you gotten a haircut yet?!” It examined Petey's overgrown winter coat, his cheek fur already touching the rim of his shirt and his ear tufts long enough to droop down and tingle the fleshy insides of his ears.

“Meh, money's been thin, remember how i told you ’bout the job problems? Turns out no gig means no money.” He chuckled

“Yeah.” Thing simply responded. Though its friend's fur was long and all over the place, he lacked the prominent fluff on his chin, that's been present ever since he transitioned.

“Which reminds me… um, well first of all happy Valentine's Day, Thingy.” 

Thing looked at him with a suspectful gleam in her eyes. She could already see his big paw kneading at the table with anxiety, though careful not to scratch its surface. 

“I… I got you a gift, but… I hope you understand if it's not much… you know how it is.”

“Doesn't matter, I don't really like many objects.” She replied, squeezing as much comforting energy out of herself as she could, which unfortunately wasn't much. When the silence between them extended for too long, it spoke again. “...Maybe I'll start then?”

Petey nodded with relief. 

The small fox has been aware of his recent financial situation for a while now, and somewhat expected him to find some things not affordable at the moment, and the visible change in his features has done nothing to hide that. Thing pulled something out of their bag, a white envelope and a small, duct tape covered cardboard box, both decorated with a neatly tied bow. 

“You've been off T lately, must be pretty distressing.” She remarked, sliding the envelope towards him, but still held onto the little box. “Inside there is some cash for your hormones, Peets.” 

Petey's muzzle twisted into a weak smile, he tensed his eyebrows to keep the tears from pouring out like a river. He tried opening his mouth to speak, but closed it back again when all that came out was a crackling mumble of a ‘thank you’, broken up by his loud purring. 

The Tibetan fox's tail wagged lightly behind it as it still held onto the little box.

“... What's in there?” The Lynx finally managed to speak again. 

“Needles, for the testosterone, i assumed you wouldn't have many left so i got you a surplus.” She quietly placed the box on the table. “Don't open it though, it would raise some questions. Gifting needles and an envelope of money isn't a very normal activity in public.” 

Petey nodded, his smile brightly contrasted with the gloomy sky outside, basking in the security of being able to afford his HRT for another few weeks. 

His face darkened quickly though, as he remembered it's his turn on the gift-giving.

He took a deep breath. “Okay, I really hope you'll enjoy these, I mean, I technically know you will… Well, I know you really love those old horror films, and I went out on some scavenger hunts around the ancient, shitty part of town…” As he stalled, Thing's tail-wagging was slowly increasing in frequency, their feet joining in and tapping the floor lightly. “...And i know this isn't much… but….”

He placed a crinkled up gift bag on the table. She eyed it with excitement, the item towering over her small frame.

“Go on, op-” Before he could finish, Thing was already crinkling the bag towards her with her paws, peeking inside to see a collection of dusty cassette tapes and DvD discs in varying conditions. Its feet thumped on the floor and its tail wagged aggressively, nearly hitting the sides of their chair. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you thank you…” they repeated quietly, examining the various films, checking their condition and already plotting how to fix them. Petey watched her with a grin even brighter than before, joining in on the foot-taps in solidarity and accompanying their excitement with his own, booming purr.

“This is everything to me.” Thing announced, after a moment of silent joy. 

“You're everything to me.” Petey's irises were swollen with love, as he clutched his gifts in his big paws. 

“Gross! …Yeah, you too.” The fox replied, lightly touching its partner's leg with her foot. “And stop worrying so much, you could give me a dead frog and I wouldn't think less of you.” 

Petey giggled. “I thought I was the gross one!” 

“You are.” She reaffirmed, before the two friends fell back into their usual conversation topics, gossipping and talking about their day until the winter sun hid back behind the bustling city's tall buildings.

#my art #my ocs #julian posting #valentines day #sfw furry #furry #furry oc #please read this i even drew an illustration. olease....pls....

[delusional1sworld]

Study “Date”

A study session with Nagi turns into a sleepover.

“No can do f/n. As much as I love karaoke, I can’t. I have a tutor coming over to help me study for my exams. Next time though for sure,” you laughed into your phone.

With the school year approaching its end, you’ve been studying nonstop for all your finals. One class in particular was giving you a huge headache, calculus. Luckily for you, Reo offered to help.

….

(3 hours before)

“Yes please Reo. I’m dying in the class. I need as much help as I can get,” you cried dramatically onto his shoulder.

“Yes of course y/n. As one of the top scorers in well…every subject…” Reo bragged, “I guarantee I’ll help you get at least a B or above.”

“Okay okay let’s not show off now,” you grumbled, immediately lifting your head off his shoulder and shoving him away.

…

The sound of the doorbell jolts you out of the earlier events playing in your head. Rushing to the door, you immediately open it-

“Nagi?”

“Hi Y/n,” the tall, white haired teen yawned.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Reo?” You asked, peering behind him.

“An urgent family matter came up so he asked me to sub in for him.”

“Oh I see, come on in then,” you said, pushing the door open to let the giant man through.

As you closed the door, you silently cursed at Reo for not even sending a quick text to let you know that he wasn’t coming.

“Would you like some tea Nagi?”

“No thanks, tea’s gonna make me sleepier.”

“Oh okay, then where would you like to start?”

“Wherever’s fine,” Nagi replied, yawning again.

“Okay then we can start with this.” You held up the folder filled with calculus practice assignments.

…

“…so you plug in the variable u for 2x and just take the derivative of it,” Nagi continues, pointing at the problem. Surprisingly, the man could be very focused when need be. It’s been 3 hours since you guys started, and he hasn’t slacked off once…well not that much anyways. There were a couple times where Nagi had almost dozed off while explaining a problem and you had to wake him back up.

“Done that was the last one!” You cried happily. “I’ll go make some ramen for us!”

“Finally, such a hassle.” Nagi grabbed his phone and laid himself on your carpet. You stopped.

“If it was an hassle then why did you agree to help me?” You questioned, unable to control the sliver of hope rising in your chest.

Nagi paused. “Mm no reason, just to help out Reo I guess,” the white haired man answered brushing it off.

Oh, yeah obviously.

Ignoring the stinging of disappoint in your chest, you packed up your books and walked off the kitchen. Unbeknownst to you however, Reo had planned this session long before today. He saw the way Nagi watched you in the halls as you laughed with you friends. His eyes full of wonder and adoration as he questioned how you managed to light up every room with just a smile. The way your eyes twinkled when you talked about your passions. The way your laughter filled him with joy. Or the way his heart would speed up so much whenever he’d see you and he couldn’t understand why…

“Okay Nagi they’re almost done. Just give it like 1-2 more minutes,” you told his laying figure as you carried the ramen to the living room coffee table.

“Nagi?” You nudged his shoulder slightly. No response. You nudged him again. No response.

He’s asleep…

You sighed. Of course he is. He just spent the last 3 hours helping you with your homework. He rarely ever puts that much energy into anything.

You opened your cup of ramen and pondered whether or not you should call Reo to take Nagi home. However you recalled Nagi’s earlier comment about Reo’s family problems and it would be very unlikely he’d be able to pick Nagi up. Sighing once more you decided to just leave the sleeping man on the carpet.

Maybe he’ll wake up in a hour or two.

…

You stared at the man lying at your feet. It’s been almost 3 hours. Nagi’s still sleeping. Deciding there’s no other choice but to let him stay the night, you grabbed an extra pillow and blanket. As you leaned down to tuck the pillow behind his messy hair, you couldn’t help but to caress his hair for a little while longer than necessary. It was soft, like silk, but scattered messily across his face. Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved from his hair to his face. Your fingers gently traced his delicate skin down to his chin. Nagi shuffles. Surprised, you back away, but Nagi’s hand suddenly reaches out to grab your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“Nagi…?” You face was burning up from the close proximity of his chest. Still twisting in his sleep, he slithers one arm around your waist pulling you in. You couldn’t break out of his grasp without waking him. The logical decision was to wake him but your heart was telling you another thing. The warmth radiating from his body was more than convincing enough for you to stay in this position.

One night wouldn’t hurt…I’ll get up before he wakes up.

Yawning, you carefully pulled some of the blanket around your body and relaxed yourself against him.

“Goodnight Nagi,” you whispered as you closed your eyes. Within minutes, you were asleep.

Nagi opens his eyes when he felt your heartbeat falling into a steady rhythm. Smiling sleepily, he stares at your figure curled up beside him.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

#anime #blue lock #nagi fluff #nagi x y/n #nagi x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #nagi x you #nagi imagines #blue lock nagi #blue lock anime #nagi blue lock

[yuurei20]

Silver Info Compilation Part 2: Sleeping

Silver is infamous for falling asleep in many different places and situations, often while on his feet.

We hear of him falling asleep in classrooms, in the school courtyard, in hallways, outside the school at Vargas Camp and at the school store, sometimes using Sebek as a pillow.

Silver says he has received “lots of bedding-related gifts” for his birthday as a result (“You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve learned about pillow types.”)

Prior to Beanfest, Ortho calculates that there was “at least an eighty percent chance” of Silver falling asleep during the event.

In a vignette with Azul Silver confides that he has had difficulty getting students at Diasomnia to listen to him, and Azul spends three hours teaching him how to sit, rebuke others, shake hands and present himself to be properly intimidating and project an air of authority.

Sebek appears at the end of the vignette and Silver attempts to reprimand him for his usual rudeness by forbidding him access to Malleus until he can fix his attitude.

Sebek does not react well.

It is revealed that the reason students are not listening to Silver’s orders is because he falls asleep mid-conversation.

Silver tries many different methods to avoid falling asleep such as getting extra sleep at night, drinking black coffee, eating peppermint candy and crafting a wake-up potion.

In a Chat he says he has learned of spells of beauty, song and to dampen powerful curses, but he would want a spell to keep from randomly falling asleep.

In a voice line Silver says that he doesn’t want to take the easy way out with cooking and needs to stay focused, but there is a chance that focusing too hard is part of his problem: Silver says he wants to “learn some decent tricks for maintaining focus in the face of distractions…it might help me overcome my tendency to frequently doze off”, but by the end of the event Silver stays awake by being distracted by thoughts of making a tomato stew for Lilia.

When Kalim insinuates that Silver probably gets sleepy when he tries to study Silver insists, “it’s not just when I’m studying or listening to something complicated…It must be my laziness that makes me drowsy!”.

Silver believing that he is just too lazy to keep himself awake is a theme: Sebek accuses him of laziness as well, saying that “It’s not as if you’ve been enchanted by a fairy. You’re just lazy!”, and Silver reflects that he must have fallen asleep in the middle of practicing his swordsmanship because he has become lax.

Silver also wonders if it is certain weather that makes him sleepy or if he just requires more sleep than others, and also falls asleep to the smell of a black tea from Kalim that is supposed to help him stay awake.

According to Ortho, he also fell asleep during a ghost story. (Malleus teases Silver for his penchant to fall asleep in an event where he sees a large bell and says, “Maybe if this bell were to ring it could rouse even a sleeping Silver?”)

There is also a line in a Halloween vignette that seems to insinuate that Silver gets sleepy when he tries to focus, with Silver saying, “The more I try to pin down the reason why, the sleepier I get.”

Could this possibly be why he can seem air-headed at times, as trying to think about any one thing for too long puts him to sleep, so he simply can’t?

#twstsilver #silverfacts #twstfacts #twisted wonderland #Silver

[narancias-headband]

hii omg you're open for req! 💙 if you have free time can i req headcanons reaction where s/o is making for their partner/s (either la squadra or bucci gang, pick which one you prefer) fav breakfast after a tiring mission since they rlly deserve it ^o^💙 Thank you and have fun writing!!

I'm going with the Bucci gang for now cuz that's where my brain is at, but I'm 99% sure I'll be writing this for La Squadra sooner or later. I'll tag you whenever I do post it! 💜

Bucci Gang Waking Up to You Making Them Breakfast

~~~

Bucciarati

Bruno gets up relatively early most mornings, regardless of if he had a rough night or not. His work as a Capo doesn't wait for sleep.

Luckily for you, he hardly ever bothers to make himself breakfast, so you don't have to be up before him.

He'll lock himself away in his study for a few hours, not even noticing that you're up, until the smell of what you're cooking starts drifting up to his nose.

His stomach rumbles, but he doesn't have time to eat right now.

That is... Until you bring him up a whole tray of breakfast goodies. He can't say no, and he digs in excitedly.

Please hang around for a bit. He won't ask you to, but he'd love your company.

Thanks you all morning.

Abbacchio

Start with the coffee. Abbacchio is a firm believer in the "don't talk to me before my coffee" philosophy.

Drop off that hot cup of coffee, with just a little bit of sugar, in his room while he gets ready. He won't emerge until he's ready for the day anyway. You'll get a sleepy kiss on the temple for even doing that much.

When he finally comes to find you in the kitchen (hair and makeup done, caffeine already on board), he's surprisingly chipper. He's not usually the happiest person, especially not in the morning, but he can tell today is special.

Presenting him with a plate of food made specially for him makes his heart swell.

He's so happy for the rest of the day. Sure, it's a little weird for him, but it's lovely to see.

Giorno

Good luck being up before him. Even after a long, tiring mission he's an early bird.

He'll great you with a warm Buongiorno! while he sips his coffee and eats a light breakfast of fresh fruit. Damn it... He beat you to the punch.

No matter. You'll just have to do him one better.

French toast, cooked just right, sprinkled with powdered sugar, then drenched in syrup. He'll never be able to say no.

He'll poke his head into the kitchen to see what you're up to and offer to help. When you tell him not to worry about lending a hand, you've more than piqued his interest. He'll hang around and watch, just waiting to see what you're up to.

His eyes are shining with so much joy when you finally present him with his breakfast.

He will feed you a few bites, making sure you get to appreciate your hard work.

Mista

Don't start too early. Mista is the master of sleeping in. Surprise breakfast will usually end up more of a surprise brunch with him.

Something a little more hearty and savory would be best... Maybe an eggs benedict. It's a little labor intensive, but you have time.

And don't forget to make extra for the Pistols.

Will come into the kitchen ready to beg for some of whatever smells so damn good. Comes and wraps his arms around you, prepared to sweet talk you into getting some food.

When you tell him that you're almost finished making his breakfast, he's on cloud nine.

Kisses your neck repeatedly, some a bit sleepier, and sloppier, than the rest, as you finish.

He will eat whatever you made him so fast?? It's gone in an instant. Food is really the way to his heart.

You have gained one (1) favor from Guido Mista. Redeemable at any time.

Narancia

It's pretty hard to surprise him with breakfast, since he probably fell asleep on the kitchen floor. Again.

If you can work around him, eventually the smell of pancakes and warm syrup will wake him.

He'll wrap himself around you as you finish up the meal, excitedly watching over your shoulder. Sure, it makes it difficult, but you can't be mad at it.

When you dish up a plate just for him, you can see his eyes light up.

"For me? Just for me??" He can't believe you went out of your way for him and weren't making breakfast for the whole team.

Will eat it all so fast. Like. Scary fast. All with a huge smile on his face.

After he's finished, he'll drag you somewhere and cuddle up to you for a long time. He'll thank you over and over for the food, vent about his stressful night, and tell you that he loves you no less than 20 times.

Fugo

Breakfast in bed is probably the best option here.

After the night he's just had, he plans to sit alone in his room for the day, hoping not to snap at anyone.

He could never say no to you walking in with a tray of breakfast goodies just for him, though.

Special bonus: getting to see bleary-eyed, bed-headed Fugo.

Make sure you have enough for yourself as well. He won't let you leave until you sit and eat with him.

Will thank you repeatedly. He doesn't think he deserves all this. The loving look in his eyes tells you that every 'thank you' is genuine.

#only one of these was written after my huge hiatus and i hope it's not obvious which one lmao #jjba #golden wind #jjba part 5 #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati #leone abbacchio #abbacchio #giorno #giorno giovanna #guido mista #mista #narancia #narancia ghirga #fugo #pannacotta fugo #narxiso

[dragongirlcloaca]

I had a lot of fun experimenting with this one and settling on the direction I wanted to take with it! I started writing on into the next chapter, but I decided to cut this one off here.

[Petplay, Hypnotism]

I sit on Violet’s couch, tearing into a hot, flaky croissant. Something about the way the thin, airy layers separate between my sharp teeth just feels so satisfying, leaving me savouring every bite. As I wash the buttery pastry down with a sip of tea, Violet watches lovingly from across the coffee table, paws folded in her lap. She finishes the last of her own tea, and then gets up to fetch my collar. It’s a little chillier out this morning, but the mini-split is on full blast, the warmth making me feel a little drowsy. Violet returns just as I’m almost down to the dregs at the bottom of the cup, pausing to dim the living room lights as she enters.

She sits down on the couch, next to me, holding out the collar. I brush my hair aside, letting her encircle my throat with the soft leather, its comforting snugness a familiar feeling by now. Shifting to her knees and facing me, Violet motions for me to lie back on the couch. I scoot to the left and turn sideways, laying my head on a pillow against the arm of the couch. Violet, kneeling at my feet, gently climbs overtop me, sitting on my thighs. She reaches into the neckline of her dress, fishing out a necklace I hadn’t noticed before, a large, amethyst pendant that sparkles softly in the warm light.

“Bunnyyyy,” she says, slowly, teasingly, holding the necklace out in front of her chest. “Today I have something very special in store for you, as a reward for being such a good pet.”

My ears twitch excitedly.

“Today, bunny, I’m going to hypnotize you. I want you to stare at my necklace and listen to every word I tell you, okay?”

I nod.

“Very good,” Violet says, leaning in closer to me, her gaze piercing me. I look down at the necklace hanging below her cleavage, the jagged, random faults running through the tumbled stone twinkling as they catch the light.

“You’re feeling oh so cozy,” Violet says, her voice taking on a rich, lush tone. “You’re such a soft, warm bunny, so tired you’re practically melting into the couch without a care in the world.”

I feel myself getting a little sleepier, more relaxed, the tension in my shoulders disappearing as I sink farther into the couch, head pressed into the pillow.

“Look at you, such a cute, content pet, so eager to listen to your master, so ready to please her,” Violet continues, her voice sounding more faded, now, almost distant. I keep my focus on the pendant, which almost seems to glow now in the dim light. “But you’re so drowsy...all you can do is feel each and every little thing she does to you, bathe in it, drown in the sensations.”

Violet gently drags a claw down my arm, and the feeling is like an electric shock, rippling through to the place where my mind currently resides. I want to squirm, I want to moan, but I can barely move, and the sound that escapes my lips is barely a whisper. Violet leans even closer now, breathing onto my neck as she lies on my chest, a heavy, comforting weight pressing down on me.

“No need to move, no need to think, just be a good pet and enjoy, bunny.”

My mind feels fuzzy, out of sync. My thoughts weave in and out of each other, blurred and hard to interpret. Violet seems to move in slow motion on top of me, my perception slowing, my senses dulled. Except for touch. I’m overcome with ecstasy as Violet lifts my shirt and runs her hands up my chest, tracing twin trails of burning feeling up my body. I feel like I’m arching my back, milking every last drop of sensation, but my physical body doesn’t move. It can’t move, I’m so tired...bunny is tired...such a tired pet...such a good pet.

Violet is doing something— she’s taking off my bra. Bunny’s shirt is already off. She took off my shirt? Yes she did. The memory hazily drifts by. I’m losing focus. A noise escapes my throat as Violet toys with bunny’s nipples. The feeling is dripping down the sides of my chest, pooling at my sternum, spreading through me. My body is getting warmer, it’s so sensitive. I can feel bunny’s cock rubbing against Violet’s belly. She’s sucking on my nipple now, teething at it in a steady rhythm, her hands gripping my sides as she nips at bunny’s areola. I’m leaking precum into her fur. Bunny’s thighs are gripping Violet’s waist.

Violet lifts her head, milk dribbling down her snout. She slowly, teasingly licks her lips, her tongue painted white. She sits up and lifts off her dress, revealing her own dick standing erect. She climbs back onto bunny, straddling my legs. Violet leans down, her breasts pressing against my chest, her cock rubbing against bunny’s, precum letting her slide effortlessly against me. Bunny whines as the sensation pulses through my chest...bunny feels so good...there’s so much pleasure it’s leaking out of bunny. Violet presses her head into bunny’s neck above my collar.

Violet starts dragging her hips back and forth. Bunny’s cock is pressed into my belly by Violet’s cock, stroking back and forth. It’s making me feel so needy. Bunny is needy. Bunny is...what is bunny doing? Right. I’m being a good pet, letting Violet frot against bunny. Bunny is a good pet. Bunny’s being rewarded. The wet sounds of our intercourse fade out. But it’s not silent. I feel like I’m falling backwards. I’m—bunny is so...feeling. Full of feelings. It’s warm. Bunny’s warm. I’m so cozy. Cozy bunny.

Bunny cums, spurting onto bunny and Violet’s chests. Bunny is floating, pleasure shooting through bunny’s body. It keeps spreading farther. Violet doesn’t stop. She’s panting, her hands on bunny’s shoulders and her snout buried in bunny’s neck. Her breath is hot, wet against bunny’s neck. Her heartbeat is in sync with bunny’s. Bunny doesn’t feel her thrusts any more, just the constant bliss of orgasm. Violet cums at some point—when bunny’s vision syncs up again, she’s still, laying on bunny, arms wrapped around her chest. Bunny can feel her afterglow. Violet is glowing softly, her chest rising and falling slowly. Bunny is breathing in time with her. Bunny doesn’t want this moment to end, wants it to last forever. Just Violet and bunny.

After what feels like hours—Violet and bunny could have fallen asleep—Violet peels herself off of bunny. She sits up, and then reaches for bunny’s collar, and—

Click

I suddenly feel hyperaware. I can feel the sweat on my back, the congealed cum on my stomach, I can hear the mini-split quietly humming in the background, the electric whine of the power bar in the corner. Violet sets the collar on the coffee table and shifts off of my legs.

“Welcome back,” Violet says with a smile. “How was it?”

“That was...I don’t even know how to describe it,” I reply, sitting up to stretch my limbs out. “At first it felt like I was getting really deep into a submissive mindspace, and then stuff started to get really...hazy, and sort of sporadic. Like replaying a broken VHS. But oh my god, Violet, it felt amazing.”

“Glad to know,” Violet says. She giggles. “You kept mumbling stuff with ‘bunny’ in it, so I assumed you were enjoying yourself.”

I freeze. “I was talking out loud???”

“Only somewhat, most of it was gibberish,” Violet says, and then, catching the mortified look on my face: “It wasn’t anything embarrassing. Well, maybe not that embarrassing—I’ll spare you the specifics, I at least thought it was cute anyways.” The deer looks down at the streaks of cum drying in her tawny chest fur, and then back at me. “Shower?” She asks. I gladly take her up on the offer.

#A1 #Writings #A8 #A5

[jungle-angel]

Do you write ships? if yes can you do Hangman x phoenix topgun and something with 29, 22, 21, 11, 10

feel free to write anything along the lines of these!!

Oh honey I'd be more than happy too!! I've never done a Hannix ship before but I'd be more than happy to try my hand at it.

Phoenix knew something was wrong the minute Jake walked in the door. For one thing, he looked terrible.

"Jake?" she asked setting her book aside on the coffee table.

Jake really did look horrible, pale and ashen, his usual mischievous blue-green eyes looking glassed over and a horrible wet cough setting in. Phoenix couldn't believe how prominent the dark circles under his eyes looked, dark, almost bruised.

"Hey, Bagman, talk to me, what's going on?"

"Sick," was all he managed to get out.

Natasha took his bigger hands in hers, her eyes widening at how badly they were shaking and how hot they were. "C'mon," she said, motioning towards the bathroom.

Right in she led him, turning on the cool water and sitting him right on the edge of the bath. "Pit or tongue?" she asked.

Jake stripped off his shirt and lifted his arm, letting the thermometer rest right in his armpit. When it beeped, Natasha nearly did a double take. "A hundred and two," she remarked. "You're definitely staying home."

"Tasha," Jake said, pretending to pout. "My darling......my lovely little minx....."

"Don't give me that," she scolded, pretending to be stern. "Now strip and get in that bathtub so you can cool down."

"Would you mind helping me?"

Natasha rolled her eyes a little. Sick as he was, there was still room for him to be a smartass.......typical Hangman.

Off came the shirt, the basketball shorts and the boxers before Jake slipped into the cool water, still shaking and trembling so much that Natasha thought he was vibrating. The wet cough that was coming out of him was painful, even to Phoenix.....just wet nastiness that made Jake's face go redder than it ever had before.

As soon as the water had gone from pleasantly cool to freezing cold, Natasha helped him out and straight into bed, covering Hangman with the big duvet and turning on the central air just in case he started overheating again.

"Water or Seven-Up?" she asked him.

"Either one," Jake croaked before another round of hacking began.

"Ok but first thing's first," she told him. "On your back."

"You wanna be on top for once?" he joked through the bout of hacking.

Natasha rolled her eyes as she took the little container of Vicks out of the nightstand drawer. She took a good amount of the slimy, strong-scented mixture and began slathering it all over Jake's chest, rubbing it in as best she could until the strong smell filled the entire room.

"Oh yeah baby," Jake teased. "Rub it in.....rub it all in.....make daddy feel all better."

"I have it in every right mind to roll you over and smack your ass," Natasha informed him.

"Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?" Jake croaked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

A loud smack on the shoulder was all he needed to shut up. "Ok, ok, ok I give, I give," he surrendered.

As soon as the vaporub business had been taken care of, Natasha refilled the metal water bottle with fresh ice and water, doing everything in her power to get Jake to drink more water. He drank as much as he possibly could before he had to hack and spit into a tissue.

Whether it was the ceaseless rounds of hacking or the sickness itself, but Jake steadily began to grow sleepier and sleepier. The next few hours were spent in and out of sleep, but Natasha stayed with Jake, her hand gently stroking his hot cheeks and his neck as she quietly sang to him.

"Thank you sweetie," Jake croaked sleepily.

"Go back to sleep," Natasha whispered into his ear. "You're not missing a thing."

Jake rolled over, drawing her back to him to keep her close, finally giving in to the deepest sleep of his life with Natasha by his side.

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #jake seresin x natasha trace #phoenix x hangman #hannix