Hoxton x Wolf [Oneshots]

How to Wake Your Boyfriend Up☁️

Summary: Hoxton trying to wake Wolf up

Third Person POV

It was about 8:30 in the morning. The sun was already up, and the sound of the bird occasionally chirping, accompanied by the slight breeze gently swaying the trees every now and then playing in the background.

   However, despite the fact that it was obviously already forenoon, Wolf continued to lay in the bed he and his British gangmate shared, sound asleep.

   Meanwhile, Hoxton had been trying to wake him up. He had tried calling the other's name, shaking his arm, and verbatim, but just with increased force. But none of his attempts had been fruitful—Wolf had still remained asleep, somehow.

   "Jesus fucking Christ! Wake up!" He scoffed, using a hand to somewhat roughly shake the other man's arm for the third time, trying to get Wolf to wake up already. He sounded quite impatient.

   While the Swede had a rather rowdy time last night during a late-night heist, Hoxton didn't see why he'd be so sleepy this morning. It wasn't even like the gang had stayed up that late...

   Wolf continued to remain asleep, and just continued to snuggle into the bed sheets with a soft sigh. He seemed pretty much, dead to the world. The sound of Hoxton attempting to wake him up, didn't seem to phase him at all.

   As a matter a fact, the sound of Hoxton slightly yelling only seemed to be what actually caused Wolf to stir as he gradually started to come into the land of the waking. However, the Swedish man just stayed in his current position, and didn't really look like he was planning on getting up.

   Hoxton groaned, audibly frustrated with the fact that his attempts to wake him up weren't successful.

   He quickly scanned Wolf's body, as if trying to get an idea as to how to try to get him up.

   Eventually, the Brit just grabbed his gangmate by the shoulders, abruptly shaking him. He had no idea if even this would work, but he figured that it was worth a shot.

   Wolf let out a startled exclamation from the unexpected shaking from his fellow British gang mate, which was enough to finally cause him to raise his head. However, the Swedish man just glared up at Hoxton in a grumpy and drowsy fashion, before laying his head straight back down into the pillow, shutting his eyes again.

   It seemed like he was very much intent on either returning back to the land of slumber, or at the very least, being extremely hard work to convince him to get up.

   "Oh my fucking god..." Hoxton grumbled to himself as he saw the other just return to the dreamland once again, all of his efforts leading to absolutely nothing happening.

   And so, with a sigh, he released his grip on the other, backing away and scooting back to his side of the bed.

   He began to silently ponder and think about what he could do to possible get Wolf up. The Swede seemed very adamant on continuing to sleep, even through the morning.

   Wolf actually appeared quite comfortable and snug, and not only was he pretty much half asleep, but he also looked actually quite peaceful, as he continued to snuffle into the pillow. Even though he was in a drowsy state, Wolf didn't seem like he was even remotely close to the prospect of actually getting up - let alone any time soon.

   Hoxton would've been hard pressed to find a way that could convince the Swedish lad to get out of bed. Wolf was stubborn, and it didn't take much to figure that out.

   After a while of contemplating, Hoxton eventually thought of something. Instead of physically trying to get Wolf up, perhaps he could try to say something to get the other man up from bed.