Love ur fic! Could I request cg! Tangerine with a reader that's being naughty but at the end they were just acting up bc they were sleepy
Thank you very much! Sorry it's taken so long, but I've gotten some motivation back now so here you go!
You Can Still Sleep When It's Sunny
A Bullet Train agere fic
Tags: Cg!Tangerine, Little!Reader, Sleepy Reader
Warnings: Not much, just some grumpiness and a bit of a tantrum from reader :3
“Oy! You touch that and it’s game over, understood?” Tangerine reprimanded, pulling your hand away from the stove it had been hovering towards. “I ain’t taking you to the hospital this late.” You huffed and yanked your hand away. Tangerine raised an eyebrow and turned back to the stove. “Someone’s grumpy.” You grumbled frustratedly and stomped off to the couch, switching on the tv and crossing your arms.
Tangerine sighed and shook his head. You’d been acting up all day, and he still had no clue as to why. He’d been trying to figure it out, but all of his questions had been met with sighs and grunts instead of answers.
He glanced over at you and frowned. You were hunched over, rocking a little bit and staring up at the screen. You had something in your hands, but he couldn’t quite see it. Tangerine shrugged and went back to the spaghetti he was making. You frowned down at the newspaper in your hands and made a grumbling noise as you searched for the cartoons. This was a boring paper, all black and white and serious, and you couldn’t see any cartoons anywhere. You wondered why Tangerine would even buy such a gloomy paper as you glared at the ads.
You huffed and turned one of the pages roughly, pausing as the corner ripped a bit in your hand. You stared at the tear curiously for a moment before ripping it more. A mischievous light began to twinkle in your eyes.
Tangerine hummed softly, focused totally on his noodles. He gave the pot one last stir before turning the stove off and looking over his shoulder. As soon as he caught sight of the paper scraps flying into the air, he was by your side and pulling what was left of the newspaper from your hands. You glared up at him, angry at the loss of your entertainment. Tangerine frowned back and took a deep breath.
Neither of you spoke for a long moment.
“Go wash up.” Tangerine’s voice sounded so tired, and you began to feel a bit guilty. You didn’t mean to be bad, you were just… grumpy. You trudged to the bathroom, lip quivering as you washed your hands.
When you got back Tangerine had already set out the plates and was eating silently. You shuffled over and sat down, staring squarely at your plate and trying very hard to focus on the food.
After a long while of silence Tangerine threw his fork down in frustration. “Alright,” he started, “this is silly. What’s going on?” You looked up at him with wide, dark ringed eyes and tried to think of any answer other than I don’t know. You had been like this since last night, and honestly you just wanted it to stop. The grumpiness you could deal with, but the snappiness and the anger? You hated it. You just wanted to be calm and happy, but you couldn’t seem to let yourself.
“Hey,” Tangerine waved to get your attention, “talk to me, love.”
You shrugged. “You don’t know?” You shook your head. Tangerine sighed, leaning back and rubbing his neck. “Okay…” He murmured. You both stared at each other for a moment, and you found yourself fighting a yawn. You blinked and shook your head. Tangerine made the face he always made when pieces were clicking into place.
“Lovey,” He started slowly, “when was the last time you slept?” You started to answer but paused, frowning as you tried to remember. “Uh… dunno.” You finally admitted. Tangerine nodded. “Thought so, you look absolutely beat.” You fidgeted in your seat, glancing up at your caregiver as he gave you a tired but understanding smile and went back to eating. You hesitated before taking a small bite.
Was that really it? No punishment for being naughty? It felt too good to be true, but you realized that you were too tired to care.
You finished your food quickly and (after taking care of your plates, of course) Tangerine scooped you up, smiling as you giggled into his shoulder. “Alright,” he said, “let’s get you to bed.” You frowned in confusion and watched as you passed by the window. “Bu’ it’s still sunny?” Tangerine nodded. “Yeah, it is. You can sleep when it’s sunny, you know.” You made a small sound of understanding before yawning again and burying your face in Tangerine’s shoulder. He cooed softly and carried you to the bedroom.
The pajamas he set out were the soft, comfy ones that you always wanted to wear and blankets had just been washed that morning, so the bed felt like the softest, most comfortable thing you had ever laid down on. Tangerine tucked you in, chuckling as you wiggled under the blankets. He thought about reading you a bedtime story like always, but you could barely keep your eyes open long enough to smile, let alone enjoy a story. So instead he lay down beside you, listening as your breathing became more gentle.
“Dada?” You whispered. Tangerine turned to face you. “Yes, lovebug?” You hesitated.
“ ‘m sorry for bein’ naughty…” you mumbled. “I din’t wanna be.” Tangerine nodded. “I know lovey, bein’ tired’ll do that to you.” He said gently, reaching over to hold your hand. “I’m not angry.” You sighed and turned over, wiggling so that you were pressed against your dada as he wrapped his arms around you. “Fank you,” you yawned. Tangerine chuckled and held you tight. “No biggie love, we’ll give it another go tomorrow.”
You were down for the count not long after that, and Tangerine followed close behind. You both slept long into the morning and woke up refreshed, and you did get to give the day another go with no repercussions.
However, Tangerine did get much stricter about your sleep schedule after that…
