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GUIDE: 0:00 Regular programming -> 12:27 Music channel -> 35:24 Programming and Infomercials -> 1:44:00 Music channel pt 2 -> Loop
Includes audio from:
Soundsnap.com
Retro Game Room Experience (ASMR) - super3dcow
1987-12-15 - The Wonderful World of Disney - A Disney Christmas Gift (KUSI-TV 51 San Diego) (RAW BROADCAST)
Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog 106 - Sonic Breakout
Its 1992 in Kmart - Actual Reel Tape Music Playlist . Vaporwave . Mallsoft
A HUMAN'S TOUCH // ELECTRIC DREAMS
Dancin On Air-Dance Party USA 1986 (RAW BROADCAST)
As Seen On TV Infomercials Compilation - Tuokiy Darby
There are more shorter clips and sound effects but like. whatever <3 If anything comes up that ur curious about, feel free to ask and I can probably find it again xD
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Summary: When you drift off on her shoulder in the Last Drop, Sevika realises just how much you trust her. She doesn’t say it out loud, but it shows in the way she watches you, defends you, and carries you home like something so precious.
The Last Drop is loud tonight.
Smoke curls thick in the air, voices overlapping, glasses clinking, the low hum of Zaun never really quieting even inside these walls. Sevika sits at her usual table, cards fanned in one hand, the other resting heavy on the wood. She looks like she always does here, sharp, composed, unbothered.
But she hasn’t looked at her cards in a while.
Not since you leaned into her.
It had been gradual at first. You sitting close, your shoulder brushing hers. Then closer. Then your head dipping, just slightly, until it found its place against her shoulder like it had always belonged there.
Now you’re asleep.
Right here. In the middle of the Last Drop.
Sevika doesn’t move.
Doesn’t dare.
Her eyes flick down to you again, slower this time. Your breathing is soft, even. Your face relaxed in a way she knows you don’t let it be for just anyone. Not here. Not in Zaun. Not in a place like this.
And something in her chest pulls tight.
Warm. Heavy. Real.
You trust her.
Enough to fall asleep surrounded by noise and danger and strangers who would think twice before crossing her, but wouldn’t hesitate with anyone else. Enough to let your guard down completely, right here at her side.
Sevika swallows, shifting her cards slightly just so she can tilt her head and look at you properly. She traces the line of your face with her eyes, quiet, almost reverent. There’s a softness in her expression that no one at this table has ever seen.
“Your turn,” someone mutters.
She doesn’t answer straight away.
Her thumb brushes, just barely, against your arm where it rests across her. Testing. Making sure you’re really asleep.
You don’t stir.
Her lips twitch.
“Yeah,” she says finally, voice rougher than usual, tossing a card down without looking.
She loses that round.
Doesn’t care.
She keeps glancing at you, again and again, like she can’t quite believe this is real. Like if she looks away too long, you might disappear, or wake up and pull back, or remember where you are and stiffen again.
But you don’t.
You stay tucked into her side, trusting, warm.
Hers.
That tight feeling in her chest grows until she can’t ignore it anymore.
Sevika exhales slowly, sets her cards down, and pushes back from the table.
“I’m out.”
There’s immediate noise. Groans, complaints, a couple of knowing smirks.
“What, Sevika? Calling it early?”
“Didn’t know you had a soft side.”
“Careful, boss might think you’re going soft.”
Sevika’s gaze snaps up, sharp enough to cut.
“Say that again,” she says, low and dangerous.
The table goes quiet just as fast as it started.
Someone lifts their hands in surrender. “Alright, alright.”
She doesn’t look at them again.
Instead, she shifts carefully, one arm sliding behind your back, the other under your knees. You make a small sound as you’re lifted, instinctively curling closer into her without waking.
That does something to her.
Something steadying. Something fierce. Something that makes her heart melt.
“Yeah,” one of Silco’s men mutters, softer now, almost amused. “Definitely soft.”
Sevika doesn’t even bother with a threat this time.
“Watch your mouth,” she says, flat, and that’s enough.
No one pushes it.
She carries you out of the Last Drop like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like you weigh nothing. Like she’s done this a hundred times before, even if she hasn’t.
Outside, the air is cooler. Quieter.
You shift slightly against her chest, your face turning in toward her neck. Your hand curls weakly against her shirt.
“Vika…” you murmur, barely awake.
“I’ve got you, baby,” she replies immediately, softer than anyone inside would believe.
You settle again.
The walk home is slow, deliberate. She doesn’t rush it. Doesn’t jostle you more than necessary. One hand occasionally adjusts its hold, making sure you’re comfortable, secure.
Safe.
By the time she gets home, you’re still out.
Sevika nudges the door open with her foot, steps inside, and closes it behind her with care. The quiet here feels different. Softer. Like the world can’t quite reach you.
She carries you to the bed and lowers you down gently, like you might break if she isn’t careful.
You stir when you hit the mattress, blinking up at her, dazed.
“Hey…” you mumble.
“Go back to sleep, sweet girl,” she murmurs.
Your eyes stay on her for a second, soft, unfocused. Then you reach out, catching her hand before she can pull away.
“Stay.”
It’s not even a question.
Sevika doesn’t hesitate.
She shrugs off her jacket, sets it aside, and climbs into bed beside you. The mattress dips under her weight, and you immediately shift closer, pressing into her side like you had back at the bar.
She wraps an arm around you without thinking, pulling you in properly this time.
Close.
Yours.
You sigh, content, tucking your face into her chest.
“Safe,” you whisper, already half asleep again.
Sevika stills.
Her hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair.
“Yeah, babe,” she says quietly. “You are.”
She stays like that, holding you, long after your breathing evens out again.
And even when her eyes finally close, her grip on you never loosens.
SCENARIOS TO AID W SLEEP - Hazbin Hotel vers. (Part 1 of ?)
Vox
Vox smiled serenely, something you didn’t see often. You basked in the rarity, overflowing with a peace you found yourself chasing the feeling of when it left. The warm buzz of his screen by your cheeks made you realize your head had drooped to rest on his shoulder. He spoke, voice warm and charismatic, but you couldn’t keep up with the subject. You smiled as you felt your thoughts ease away, your fading focus narrowing on the scent of his cologne. Clean notes of tea and amber, a simple yet intoxicating fragrance that lingered in the rooms he’d leave. You breathed deep into his collar, settling in comfortably. As if to respond, you felt the familiar touch of his free hand encase your figure, securing you in the comfort. He was warm, not unbearably so, as you buried your face in his neck. You felt his throat rumble with a low chuckle at the gesture. Both hands tended to you when he paused his work to think. They raked slowly through your hair, stroked your lower back, planted securely on you, not stopping even long after you’ve fallen asleep.
Alastor
You lounged on a couch, the soft cushions sinking some body parts and supporting others. The crickets of the bayou sang you a sweet song while a radio buzzed an old show tune somewhere. The footsteps you’d learned to listen carefully for streaked with familiarity through a mixture of sticks, mud, and hardwood flooring. Alastor’s shoes made their click-clack and as they grew more intense you also heard a soft hum under his breath, carrying the radio’s melody.
“Ah, there,” You heard him faintly, smelling something freshly floral and the clink of glass. Either he’d come back from the hotel bar or perhaps he’d come with flowers. Click-Clack, Click-Clack, he walked closer. A hand gently squeezed one of yours, soft and delicate fingers exerting a hidden strength. A warm sugary sandalwood wafted through, emanating from his coat. The hand relaxed over yours as you heard the rustle of sheets. The other smoothed out the warm comforter over your body, settling you further into sleep. Alastor whispered a French phrase you were too gone to register, the words dripping with the accent of a seasoned speaker.
If you’re like me and struggle with sleep due to a loud mind not being able to quiet down I have some ideas for you!
The only thing that has been able to help me sleep is by regressing every night. I imagine scenarios with my imaginary cgs and it helps settle my mind. I also have a few resources for when my brain is extra loud and I can’t hear my imagination:
⭐️ Bedtime stories with Bink and Dayn: a lovely Australian couple who make videos reading bedtime stories! I find their voices so soothing and they even have Bluey books! Sometimes they read a little too fast for my sleepy brain to process so I often turn the speed down a notch :)
⭐️ Agere ASMR playlist: A youtube playlist I made of agere comfort audios and sleep aids (all sfw of course!)
⭐️ Sleepy music playlist: A spotify playlist I made of music that helps me sleep
I hope this is helpful, remember that getting rest is SO important 🧸💫🌌
One of my oldest fics was used for this sleep aid video, and honestly, I feel incredibly honored 🥹
Credits to • cherry tree • for creating such a beautiful video adaptation! Thank you for choosing one of my ficlets!
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