2am w andrew cody?? pls and thank u queen !!!
Clockwork prompts<3 / [ 2am -> the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. ] / ofc bestieeee🥹🥹
He is not weak, not at all, but with each grumbling of the sky he flinches. He is not scared of the thunderstorm, but he is scared of the remembrance of Julia’s terrified face when she would hide under his blanket during storms.
You are on your side of the bed — the very creaky uncomfortable bed in the motel you had to sleep in — and you look so peaceful and beautiful in his eyes.
He wishes he could have the same luxury, but it is still a win if one of you can get some sleep. And he is glad it is you because he can’t bear the idea of you being scared.
“Andrew?” Your voice is barely above a whisper but he hears it clearly in the pitch black room, flinching when you curl your fingers around his biceps, “Come here.”
He does without questions, inching down so he is on your pillow, turning around so you can wrap your arm around his torso and press a kiss to the back of his head.
He has never been like this, or at least before you came into his life. Now, he is trusting you with the care of his body, the protection he thought he had made for himself and learned he didn’t as soon as you stepped into his life.
“Get some sleep, I’m right here.”
