What are you thinking of?

Simon and you are good friends, and though your relationship is mutually beneficial in its own ways, Simon's insomnia keeps him from being able to hang out often. As a good friend, and the only stable one in his life, you teach him how to have a goodnight sleep.

Notes:

This was very fluffy, which I don't normally do, so I hope y'all like it!

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Simon can’t sleep, he never sleeps. The best he can do is pass out after two straight all-nighters (sometimes in the middle of the day). The worst part about it was that it was hard for him to keep friends, to keep people close. He would be active for days, texting, and such, and then suddenly it would change. He would take two more days to recover. But that was the nice thing about you, you understood.

He was very lucky you knew him so well, that you trusted that he wasn’t just ignoring you. It really was just a fault of insomnia. Though he still wanted to be a good friend, and even when you asked to come over on a day he knew he could finally sleep, he let you come over.

You were surprised by his tired expression (even more than usual) when he opened the door. The poor guy looked like he hadn’t had any sleep or food in a week. You frowned a bit, “Hi Simon.”

He gave you a small smile, greeting you and stepping aside. It was around 2pm so his mother was long gone at work. Following your usual path, you made it to the boys room. It was littered with old dishes, trash, and clothes. You knew he would hate it if you cleaned up, but something about being able to do something for him felt so right.

When he stepped into the room, he awkwardly walked past you and all the trash to the bed, “What do you want to do?” He asked.

You sighed, looking around, “Well why don't you relax a bit and I can clean up.”

Simon shook his head, “No no.. it's not your responsibility.”

“I don't care if it is or not. I want to clean and you don't, it's a mutually beneficial relationship.”

He groaned knowing you wouldn’t take no for an answer, “Fine fine, just don't pick up any underwear or whatever.”

You ignored him going over to his CD player and playing whatever was inside, a song you didn’t recognize played through the speakers. You watched as Simon curled up on his bed, cozying up with his PSP. Quickly getting to work, you left for the kitchen grabbing a trash bag.

By the time it was 4pm the room was spotless, every surface had been cleaned and dusted, every piece of clothing organized, even his cigarette boxes were color coded. Quite satisfied with your work, you looked around to Simon, finding him dead asleep, PSP still showing the Assassin’s Creed menu. Smiling, you placed it on its charger, then logged into Simon's laptop. You knew he would feel horrible, but something about doing anything to help Simon made you feel better you then noticed his open laptop beside him. You reached over him and grabbed the device, thankfully not waking him up. It was opened to a word document, the parameters of the assignment written above. Sitting down at his desk, you read through it, finding it was something you knew quite a bit about. Looking over to Simon you sighed, what he had written down was…okay, but you knew you could do better, help him out just a bit more. Unsure if it was some sort of savior complex, you decided to not think about it, and started typing away.

Soon enough his mother came home, and you saw yourself out, knowing Simon needed the sleep, and probably wouldn't be up until sometime tomorrow.

…

Against Simon’s wishes (you didn’t text and ask) you were standing at his doorstep right around dinnertime. His mother answered, happy to see you here again, knowing you were the only person who ever visited her son. She gladly let you know Simon was in his room.

You walked up to the door, knocking on it lightly. Simon’s gruff voice shouted through the door, “Come in.”

He was probably expecting his mother so you opened the door slowly, peeking in to see if he was really ready for a friend to walk in. His eyes met yours causing him to sit up quickly and look panicked. You smiled at him stepping in the room, “W-what’re you doing here?”

You chuckled, “Sorry I didn’t text you. I was on my way home from Uni and wanted to stop by. You were pretty tired yesterday.”

“uh… yeah, I'm sorry about that. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

Shrugging you walked over to him, sitting next to him on his bed, “It’s alright, I know you have a hard time sleeping.”

He looked away from you, “Did you forget something… or?”

You shook your head, “No just came to check on you. I won’t stay for long.”

Simon stared at his feet, fiddling with the frayed edges of his sweater, “Hey…uh did you do my homework yesterday?”

Blushing, you looked away embarrassed that you'd been caught, “Umm, maybe? Listen I'm sorry I know I should've-I just…saw it sitting there and…I knew a lot about the topic so…”

He gave you a small smile, “It’s no big deal, I just felt bad that you came over, cleaned my room and did my homework and all I did was sleep.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “I really didn’t mind it, it was quite therapeutic for me.”

Simon nodded looking around his room awkwardly. You sighed, brushing his hair from his forehead, “You really need to start taking better care of yourself.”

He looked at you from the side, not responding, “Listen I know that it’s hard for you… but I'm so worried about you all the time. I mean, you could at least try and fix your sleep schedule?”

Huffing he stood up, walking to his window, “It’s not that easy.”

You watched as he grabbed out a cigarette and lit it, “I know, but I don’t know, maybe you could try and figure out some ways that could help you sleep?”

Simon took a large puff, blowing it out of his open window, “Trust me I’ve tried.” You could hear the irritation in his voice, you probably sounded like his mother.

Biting your lip you look down at your feet, you didn’t want to ridicule him but you also wanted him to see that he needs to be the one to make the change. You could feel his eyes on you, watching you fiddle with your shirt. He sighed loudly, “Alright fine… I'll try. Again.”

Perking up, you look at him with a big smile on your face. He glared out the window, smushing the cig on an ashtray you’d gotten him for his birthday. You got up walking over to his computer. He didn’t protest as you opened it up, putting his pin in.

For the next hour or so the two of you went through different forums, trying to find any good advice. Either the advice was complete shit, or Simon had already tried it. Sighing, you leaned back looking up at Simon who was sitting on the bed behind you, “Why are you immune to good sleep!”

He chuckled, “I would love to know.”

You groaned, turning to face him, “I have no idea what to do.”

The two of you were quiet for a moment sitting in thought, “Well… how do you fall asleep?” He asked.

Looking up at Simon you think for a moment, “Hmm, I guess I get all cozy, make sure that I have no stress for the next day. Like all my homework is done, my room is clean-ish. Then I make sure to clean up before bed, brush my teeth, get into comfy PJs…” You stick out your fingers after every point, “Then I lay down, cuddle up to my stuffed animal and imagine things that I want to happen.”

Simon scrunched his brows, “Imagine things? Like what?”

“Hmm… mostly about having a boyfriend… or playing a really cool riff on the guitar.” You giggled at the childlessness of it all, “But it really does help. Calms my body down and makes me think everything’s okay.”

Simon flopped back onto his bed, “I usually just think about all the bad things going on in my life before bed.”

Nodding you frown watching him get comfortable. He shuffled around a bit before looking at you, “I, uh.. don’t have any stuffed animals to cuddle with.”

“Well that’s fine, you don’t need one.”

“Why do you sleep with one?”

You blushed, “I guess well it’s comforting to think you're sleeping with something else.”

He sighed lightly, “What can I cuddle with for now?”

Looking around his room you sigh, “I could cuddle with you? I guess it would fulfill that purpose that it feels like someone is there with you, cause I'm actually there.” You let out an awkward laugh.

Simon just pulled up the blankets next to him, looking away, embarrassed. You stood up making yourself comfortable next to him in bed. Looking up at him you couldn’t help but giggle. He looked down, giving you a bit of a frown, “Shut up.”

Sighing you snuggle into his warm body, “This is nice, I might even fall asleep.”

Simon rolled his eyes, pulling your body closer, “I said shut up.”

Holding his chest close to yours felt so right, he was so comfortable, so warm. His arms fit perfectly across your back, keeping you from falling off the small bed. The longer you laid there in silence, the more sleepy you got.

“I can’t think of anything to think of.” Simon grumbled.

You opened your eyes, glancing up at him, “Hmm… what’s one thing you really want?”

He was quiet for a really long time, “This.”

Blushing furiously you giggle, “Well you can’t imagine that… it’s already happening.” You pulled back a bit, looking into his brown eyes, “You’re supposed to imagine something awesome, something that gets rid of all your anxieties.”