KorTac cuddle pile WHEN âïžâïž i need all of those men to be put on a very large cozy bed in a warm, dimly lit room so they can serve their one true purpose in life (to be used as pillows + blankets + mattresses + teddy bears) would be best sleep of my life i think . :3333 do you understand the vision
ofc i understand the vision i used to be a serial napper đ
theyâve never seen you so tired before, they think. itâs not like you were necessarily chipper after missions, itâs just that⊠you look like youâre dead on your feet. face wan and stance unsteady, you looked like you were ready to keel over at any second.
you had given könig and horangi a start when your head nearly slammed against the table during post-op debrief, jerking back only a second before impact, only blearily shaking your head and sighing.
they knew there was no use to asking you if you were alright because clearlyâ you werenât. not like youâd admit it anyway, stubborn darling that you are. pretending to be ok and awake even if you were only a few seconds away from falling asleep standing. agonizing minutes stretched on and on into what felt like hoursâ when would this debrief end? why were you here? what series of decisions did you make for you to end up here? god youâre so tired.
finally, finally debrief was over. as soon as it was officially dismissed you hobbled out of there as fast as your sleep deprived body could, nearly bumping into a table and a file organizer on the way out.
was the hallway always this long? why are the lights so bright? itâs so loud.
the door to your room seemed like an oasis in the desert, a wave of reprieve washed over you as you finally managed to pry the door open. (nearly tearing it clean off the hinges in your sleep addled state and slamming it shut with a little too much force.)
oh your bed. your sweet sweet bed, oh welcome salvation. you didnât even bother to pry off your uncomfy fatigues, instead opting to flop face first into the bed and fall asleep clutching a teddy bear.
your teddy bear was oddly firm and warm when you blearily woke up again. rubbing your sleepy eyes and nearly jumping out of your skin when you realized you were face first in niktoâs chest. did you fall asleep in the wrong room or something? oh dear.
as if sensing you were awake, one icy blue eye opens to peer sleepily at you before closing contently again. a steady arm running up your back and squishing you closer to him, and a firm but kind âsleep, solnishkoâ is the only thing he murmurs before falling back asleep.
youâre a little more awake now after that little fright. it was only after calming down a bit that you realized there was someone else squished behind you too. a large, meaty hand is gingerly settled on your hip, red beaded bracelet immediately outing himâ konig.
heâs sleeping soundly like a log, and surprisingly quiet too. only his soft little breaths and sleepy murmurs giving him away.
itâs warm⊠itâs nice. and the allure of sleep calls to you once more, almost slipping away once more before your door slowly creaks open. you stiffen, one eye open to peer at the strange visitor(s). that familiar green netting, that camo face mask⊠you breath out a sigh of relief.
sighing out happily as krueger weasels his way in between you and nikto, planting his face into your tummy and delicately wrapping an arm around your lower back too. horangi opts to just flop on top of you, as carefully as he can to avoid waking you. a small curse leaving him when it take a bit of maneuvering to get comfy.
the two of them get comfy soon enough, settling into a nice position. youâre left squished between the four of them, all sleeping soundly with you and your heart can help but flutter. they sought you out on their own, and they chose to sleep besides you as well, the thought is enough to make your heart feels like itâs overflowing.
you settle down comfortably again, snuggling closer to nikto and you drift off to sleep, loved and content, once more.