would you maybe consider writing more of the whole “sleeping under Simon’s comforter and BOOM cuddles” thing? Maybe where something similar happens on the couch or just,, how it all is afterwards? Love reading about Simon being all cuddly URGH i want him
For you, of course I can!! I'm so happy you liked it, I personally thought it was weird. But the people want what the people want!
After your nap with Simon, both of you act like it didn't happen. You continue about your days, cooking supper, doing chores, and playing Nintendo in the living room. Days pass, and then weeks. You sleep in your own bed, and he sleeps in his.
Tonight... you had a nightmare. You wake up in a cold sweat around midnight, panting from the adrenaline. You can only remember bits and pieces. Running from something, or maybe... running to something? Voices shouting at you from all around, telling you about each and every flaw you have.
You get up from your bed and stand in Simon's doorway. He isn't asleep. He rarely is. He looks up at you from his phone, unbothered. "Hello," he grunts. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"I had a nightmare," you say, like a toddler telling their parents. You pout at him, though you're not sure he can see it from afar.
"Hmm," he hums. "Me, too."
"Can I sleep next to you?" you ask, voice wavering from the shock of the nightmare.
"No," he says, almost sharp enough to make you cry.
"Simon, please?" Your voice cracks this time. "I had a nightmare. You let me do it a few weeks ago."
"Don't cry," he whispers. "I just don't want you gettin' any ideas... about you and me."
Your lip quivers. "Why did you say I made your nightmares go away? Can't you do the same for me?"
"Because I don't want you to think we're... an item," he says carefully.
"What's wrong with that?" you whimper.
"Because someone could find you and hurt you if they knew you were mine," he whispers. "I don't want you to get hurt because of my job."
You wipe your eyes. "Can't I sleep beside you? Just for tonight?"
He's silent for a few moments, weighing the options. "Fine. Fine, come here."
You drag your blanket behind you, and Simon opens his arms. You crawl into his lap, pressing your cheek against his chest. Simon wraps you in the blanket you brought, then pulls the comforter over both of you. He properly tucks you in, making sure you're comfortable. "Thank you," you breathe.
"Better?" he asks, smoothing a hand over your hair.
You nod against his skin, gently looping your arms around his back. He sighs, adjusting your position in his lap. You curl against him like a kitten, nudging your nose against his chin. "Better," you agree.
"I'm not doin' this every time you have a nightmare," he warns you.
"Yes, you are," you mumble.
"No, I'm not," he argues.
"Yes, you are," you retort, rubbing soothing circles over his back with your thumbs. "You better."
"I'm not your boyfriend," he whispers, though it lacks conviction.
"Not yet," you giggle softly. "I'm just warming you up."
He grunts, a sound you can't tell what it means. His arms tighten around you, and he rests his chin on your head. "Go back to sleep. I'll keep you safe from the nightmares," he says, so soft you almost don't hear it.
"Ni-ni," you murmur sleepily, burrowing further under the blankets. You hope you never have to leave his arms, his bed, the warmth of his body. The blankets cocoon you both in a perfect bubble, where nothing in the world can get you.
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