#sleep aid

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

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.