FlugHat One shots!!

Coffee

Flug had stayed up for 3 days straight, and was still going. 5.0.5 was the only one who knew of this behavior and tried to inform the others, but had given up eventually and just started bring Flug food and other self-care items. Flug wasn't a masochist, he just had to get shit done.

He had already finished a project that was due in two weeks and was working on several more devices, some of which were personal. And how did he do this? Coffee. Lots and lots and looooots of coffee. With the rate he was drinking the caffeinated drink, one would think he would shrink!

The only time he left his lab was when he was out his coffee supplies, not daring to use some of Blackhats "fancy" coffee. Or Dems lizard coffee, if you could call it that. He tried it once on a week similar to this one. It tasted like flies.  Bleh.

Flug lifted his head groggily from his desk, having tried to sleep for the last twenty minutes and it wasn't working. The sleeping pills made his body numb, but not his mind. He couldn't move, yet his mind was moving at a million miles per hour.

He felt like he was going to cry and yet felt like he was flying at the same time. Tears bubbled right at his tear ducts, yet he didn't have the will, or strength for that matter, to shed them. He merely laid there for hours, tears starting to shed slowly as stress, sweat and lack of sleep caused him to tear his bag off, it felt to hot.

By the time Blackhat found him, it was midnight. Flug was shivering, still in the same position as before. Tears poured as he heard footsteps, unable to move due to the pills he took.

Blackhat took one look at the man, and started. He had seen the man in terrible states before, but this was a new level of terrible, and it was concerning.

Rushing over faster then he would like to admit, Blackhat instantly picked up the man. He moaned in his arms, only half  alive it seemed.

Blackhat carried Flug to his bed, gently setting him on the dark sheets. He looked at his crying friend, sighing. He decided to let the man rest and shut his eyes with his fingers. The effect was instant, Flugs body relaxes, his breathing becoming soft quickly.

Blackhat sat on the bed for a bit, taking in the features of the man below. It had been awhile since Flug removed the bag for him, years in fact.

He had grown a lot over time. His hair was still trimmed he could see. Freckles dotted his cheeks in the area that wasn't scarred. Cute.

By this point Blackhat had put the pieces together. Flug had been staying up, using coffee to keep himself going, most likely with the assistance of 5.0.5. And his body had gotten so used to the schedule that when he had tried to sleep, his body rejected it, as well as the sleeping pills.

He would have to talk to Flug when he woke up...

And limit his coffee supply.

I totally forgot this series. I'm a idiot.
Sorry, I'm working on the smut y'all wanted, but I suck so it's taking a while. Hope this is fluff enough to help ya forgive me. Love ya all
-Luna❤