#sleep prompt

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,202

"Do you know what this means!?!"

"It means you haven't slept in seventy-two hours,"

[writing-to-survive]

#190

"This can't be happening."

"It isn't. You need to wake up!"

[bluesthebest]

”Go. To. Bed. That’s an order.”

"..."

Just stares at her with an unimpressed expression. Despite her best efforts she's still pretty cutesy and small. Not really too intimidating. He went back to reading the book he was on while he chills in the library. "I'm good, you should go sleep though."

[allylikethecat]

gatty sleep prompt let’s get u to bed!!!!!

I have completely given up on answering prompts in the order that I received them and I decided I wanted to do this one next so here we are! (I will get to all of them eventually I promise I haven't forgotten any / anyone) Thank you so much for sending it in! I hope you enjoy the result! If anyone else has any more sleep prompts they want to send in, the list can be found here! Let me know what you think! I love working on prompts and am so happy I was able to carve out some time for this one! Thank you so much for sending it in and for reading!

❤️Ally

Warnings: Fictional!Matty has a cold

“Let’s get you to bed, hm?”

George startled, nearly dropping the carry out bag of  wonton soup that he was holding— he hadn’t expected to find Matty in the kitchen. He was hunched over the kettle with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, a trail of tissues sprinkled like the breadcrumbs in Hansel and Gretel leading back to the bedroom as if he was worried he would lose his way. Based on the fever Matty had been sporting when George had left to pick him up the wonton soup from his favorite Chinese restaurant, the one that didn’t deliver, it was likely. George sighed, realizing he was going to have to be the one to pick up all the tissues. Matty got dizzy when he bent down, as they learned earlier that morning when he had dropped his phone off the side of the bed, tried to retrieve it, and then had to sit with his head between his knees for twenty minutes. 

“What are you doing up?” George asked, he would deal with the tissue situation later, and talk to Matty about throwing them into the bin he had left by the bed for that very purpose when he didn’t look like he was about to keel over. George placed the bag containing the container of soup onto the counter. Matty turned, leaning against the counter for support and blinking blurrily at him, before turning his head to cough into his elbow, the blanket slipping off of his boney shoulder. He looked even smaller, wearing one of George’s sweatshirts that swallowed his slight frame, George’s sweatpants hanging off his hips, the hemline dragged along the floor. Matty regularly stole George’s clothes, especially when he felt poorly, wrapping himself in the fabric that smelled like George, wearing the warmth like a hug. 

“Making tea,” he said, the words coming out rough and nasally, causing George to wince. He was surprised, Matty looked awful, he was pale and sweaty, his hair greasy and matted together, with dark circles under his eyes. His nose was red and irritated from blowing it, and George knew he was going to have to convince him to put some moisturizer on it lest the delicate skin start peeling. His sinuses were swollen making his entire face look puffy, his jaw shadowed with stubble and yet, he still managed to sound even worse than he looked. 

“I can see that,” said George, purposely not commenting on the fact that Matty was currently holding a mug of hot water, the tea bag still on the counter. He took a sip, wincing at the pain of swallowing, but not seeming to notice he hadn’t added the tea bag. 

George sighed. “Might want to add the tea bag then,” he said. Matty looked so pathetic holding his mug of hot water, so congested he couldn’t even taste the fact that he hadn’t added the bag that George wasn’t able to keep it to himself any longer. “If you’re making tea and all that.” 

Matty groaned, the sound low and annoyed as he glared at the mug as if it purposely offended him. George stepped into his space, taking the mug from him and setting it on the counter, popping the tea bag into the water. He knew the tea bag was supposed to be added before the water, but at this point he didn’t think it was going to make much of a difference. While the tea bag seeped, he wrapped his arms around Matty’s waist, and instinctually Matty buried his face in George’s chest. 

“Let’s get you to bed, hm?” said George softly, running his hand down Matty’s back. 

“But my tea,” Matty whined, sniffling in such a way that George was hit with the realization that he was going to need to change his tee shirt as soon as he got Matty upstairs, because apparently he was a tissue now as well. 

“I’ll make you a new cup,” said George soothingly, “I’ll even put the tea bag in the mug and add some honey, that’ll be good for your throat.” 

“Okay,” Matty sniffled, pulling away from George. 

George frowned, “are you crying love?” George asked, tilting Matty’s chin up to get a better look at his glassy eyes. 

Matty shook his head and then winced at the movement even as a tear fell, and George reached up and brushed it away with his thumb.

“It’s okay love, I’ll make you a new cup and bring you up some soup, let's just get you all settled and cozy again alright?” He soothed. 

“I just feel so terrible,” Matty whimpered, “I’m tired of feeling terrible, I just want to feel better.” 

“I know love,” said George, nudging Matty, who was unsteady on his feet out of the kitchen, and towards the stairs, careful not to step on any of the tissue trail or the end of the blanket he was still dragging behind him. George was impressed that Matty had actually made it down the stairs in one piece to begin with. “The doctor said you should start feeling better soon, just have to give it a few days for the antibiotics to kick in.” 

Matty groaned again. 

“I’m going to change the sheets real quick,” said George, parking Matty on the chair in the corner of the bedroom that he usually threw his clothes on. George quickly stripped the blankets and sheets off the bed, wrinkling his nose when he realized they were damp with sweat, and replaced them with clean ones with a practiced ease. He looked over at Matty who was now tilted over in the chair, leaning against the wall, breathing through his mouth, exhaustion painted across his face, his trip downstairs wiping him out completely.

He looked back at the clean sheets and sighed. “Do you think you’re up to a quick shower?” George asked, “I think it will help you feel better.” 

He tried not to think about how Matty had nearly brained himself in the shower the night before, the hot water and steam making him light headed. 

Matty shook his head, before curling over, a coughing fit taking over his body. 

“I just want to lay down,” he wheezed, and George winced, realizing he needed to choose his battles. 

“Let’s at least get you into some clean clothes,” he said, helping pull the sweatshirt over Matty’s head and replacing it with one of his tee shirts off of the pile of clean clothes he hadn’t yet had the chance to put away. He held onto Matty’s hands as he stepped out of the sweatpants and guided him back towards the bed. 

“Get some rest,” said George, pressing a kiss to his warm forehead. “I’ll reheat the soup for you when you’re feeling up to it.” 

“Thank you,” Matty rasped, “I love you.” 

George smiled, and kissed his forehead again. “I love you too.”

[incorrectprompts]

Prompt #255

Person A waking up from a horrible nightmare in Person B’s arms and looking up at them is enough to calm down.

“I’m so happy you’re with me.”

[meemoze]

[im-a-slut-for-asra]

Sleepy main 6

Because I wanted to try doing this and I'm tired

Asra

Baby boy uwu

Will get all loopy and tired

Wants to cuddle a lot but insist on getting his work done

Eyes are in a perpetual state of half lidded-ness

Is just kinda dreamy

"mc iwanna hug pls"

Faust will thump her tail on his shoulder and judge him for not sleeping

Nadia

Keeps up not letting u know pretty well

She'll yawn every now and then but she's active

Kinda has that unfocused look in her eyes but still does well in actual human interaction

Will still do her nightly routine you just try and stop her

Nadia will stretch more often and rub her head a lot bc when she's extra tired she'll get a headache

Julian

Bitch he walks into stuff don't even try to convince me otherwise

Imagine him sitting at his desk, finishing a paper or something with his head on his hand and he slowly drifts off but then slips and bangs his head on the table

Drunk sleepy?

He'll stumble around wherever he's going then forget what he was going to do

Tbh he's always tired af look at those eyebags

Muriel

Y'know that one face he makes when he looks like he's sick of someone's shit? That's the one he makes when he's tired

If no one talks to him for a while and you suddenly say something to him it'll jar him awake from the dosing off he was doing

Inanna knows when he's tired and tries to get him to sleep

Will run his hand through his hair a lot

Portia

This girl omg

She's a mess like her brother, but she can get shit done better

Imagine her holding a basket of laundry at home and she slumps onto the wall and sighs then begrudgingly gets up only to hit her face on the doorway with a "thwack"

Falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow

Nadia is genuinely concerned about how long and hard she's working on 2 hours of sleep

Lucio

((((this bitch a fruit so he's pink))))

Yawns a lot like Nadia

His boasting and bantering is filled down a lot

Will try to not fuck up his makeup

(still does anyway)

Rubs his eyes often too

"Mc, come 'ere and give me a hug"

^ slurs his words a bit and get cuddly. He wants mc to let his hair and snuggle with him.

Gets a rlly short temper

[freljord-le]

For half a moment, the yordle debated on arguing this point, but the idea itself seemed far too tiring. With a small sigh, she’d give a reluctant nod. “Maybe you have a point...” Even she had to admit that it was getting hard to keep her eyes open.  @faithbringers