Simon hadn’t realized just how fucked your sleep schedule was until he moved in with you. His birdie.

Waking up in the middle of the night or at the ass crack of dawn only to find you curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around you, phone in hand, eyes barely open. Sometimes, you’d be watching a show, other times scrolling mindlessly, and on rare occasions, half-asleep but refusing to actually get up and go to bed.

And then, without fail, you’d spend the next day complaining about how tired you were. You’d drag yourself around the apartment, yawning every five minutes, rubbing at your eyes like a petulant child. And when he told you—plain and simple—that you needed to go to bed earlier, you had the nerve to roll your eyes at him.

“Okay, dad,” you’d say before walking away, completely ignoring his advice.

No amount of reasoning could convince you. If anything, the more he brought it up, the more stubborn you became.

So, Simon took matters into his own hands.

First, he switched out your usual tea for chamomile, hoping it would knock you out easier. Every night, he handed you your favorite mug, tea bag steeping inside, always a different flavor, something new to throw you off. Just in case you started getting suspicious.

You never noticed. Never questioned it. Just sipped at it, curled up in your blanket, completely oblivious.

Then came the melatonin sleep spray. He practically doused the corner of the couch where you always nested, soaking the blankets and pillows in the scent, ensuring that once you settled in, sleep would come whether you liked it or not.

And slowly, it started working.

You began dozing off earlier. The nights where he found you awake at ungodly hours became less frequent. You stopped yawning every other sentence. Stopped rubbing at your eyes like you were seconds away from passing out on your feet.

The dark circles under your eyes faded. Your complaints about exhaustion became fewer and farther between.

He never said anything about it. Never told you. Just watched in silent satisfaction as his plan worked.

But his favorite part? When you passed out on the couch instead of the bed.

Because that meant he got to pick you up, carry you to bed, and watch you sleep peacefully for a moment before pressing a kiss to your forehead and climbing in beside you.

It was selfish, really.

Because, sure, fixing your sleep schedule was technically for your health. But he couldn’t deny that he loved the way you curled into him when he slipped under the covers. The way you nuzzled into his chest, warm and pliant, letting out a soft sigh in your sleep as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

And, well better sleep also meant more cuddles.

And Simon loved that most of all.

in which you and chris are finally reunited after some…issues

cw: arguments, slightly suggestive, angst…?

you didn’t hate chris. i mean, you certainly could hate him more.

after yall had a pretty intense argument over your “relationship”, things had taken a turn. no contact. unspoken feelings. ironic, considering you both certainly got a good bit of feelings out.

you and chris hadn’t even been dating, just…talking? flirting? i mean, you knew he had a crush on you, the internet had a way of letting you know. constant edits of you two coming on your fyp, but you had other options anyways so what did it matter.

the fight started when chris said something about you “not being committed” (god forbid a girl has avoidant attachment) and it ended with you saying something about how “his lying ass clearly wasn’t fit for you anyways”.

that’s how you ended up here, at the sturniolos new house. kinda. really, it was so nick could give you a house tour, and film some content with you for the vlogs. you certainly did miss their fanbase.

the tour was fine so far, you joking around with nick per usual, shared laughs with matt, and, of course, tension between you and chris. this time, a different kind. you weren’t the kind of person to be confrontational, especially not for the second time in a row with him. so, you just didn’t speak to him.

would the fans notice? sure. theyd already noticed when they’d heard you and chris screaming back and forth faintly in the background of one of their gaming livestreams. chris didn’t end up finishing the game that night.

hours later, after what felt like an eternity, the video is finally over with. It’s around 11 when you decide to go downstairs from nicks room and search for a snack. the kitchen was dark, the only light coming from the dim fixture above the island.

you reach around in the pantry before almost jumping out of your body.

except it wasn’t because of food

“didn’t realize you were gonna be here”

you sigh shakily, a mix of relief and despair. you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

“nick didn’t tell you?” you reply, turning around.

and there he was. christopher owen sturniolo. and he looked good.

“no, he didn’t.” he says, colder than usual.

welp. there goes any hope of you two being good again.

“well, i was about to leave anyways so you won’t have to worry about me potentially ruining one of your one night stands”

it came out colder than you expected. but it was what you intended. you weren’t just going to back off like you always did.

chris’ eyes rolled as you spoke. “least im gettin’ some action”

you tossed the bag of chips on the counter. pausing as you heard his words. what a fucking slu-

“and don’t fuckin’ call me a slut”

he knew you too well.

“im not doing this with you” you say. your friends would be proud of you with that one.

“yeah? well i am” he says, as he steps closer to you “you started this shit so why don’t you finish it”

“i let you get so close to me, chris.” you say, balling your hand up in a tight fist. not to punch, but to relieve whatever tension you had building up in your body. “and you were an idiot about it”

you expect a response, a clap back, but you don’t get one. so you keep talking.

“i don’t expect much from people. it’s my fucking fault for expecting a little more from you.”

at this point, you weren’t even fully aware of what you were saying, because of how good he looked. his black long sleeve fresh love shirt, grey sweatpants hung low enough on his hips to see the waistband of his calvin klein boxers.

he probably was going to be seeing a girl later.

he noticed you staring. he didn’t say anything. he didn’t understand how you thought he could be seeing anyone else, even thinking of anyone else.

he took a cautious step closer to you, eyes dropping down to your body briefly. your tee, some random sorority shirt probably passed down from a sibling or a friend, hung down to your thighs. long enough to cover your thin brandy shorts but short enough to reveal things that leave little to the imagination. fuck.

you notice him step closer, but you’re still pissed about his ‘no response’ bullshit.

“whatever chris im leav-”

“y/n”

you feel his arm brush against yours as he places his hand on the counter beside you.

you lose your words momentarily. you always did. looking up at him made you do that.

“what” you sigh, meaning to come off as threatening but it was almost a plea.

“don’t- fuck don’t go. i know i was an asshole i don’t…you didn’t deserve that shit im sorry”

to hear that coming from him made something inside you change. it wasn’t something new, but rather something the old him would have said. before things got so complicated.

before you can say anything he crashes his lips against yours, causing you to gasp softly.

should you kiss him back? no. maybe. your brain doesn’t know. but your body wants to. and your body takes over.

you deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down slightly.

“fuck, y/n” he groans

his hands snake down your torso and to your waist, fingers digging into your skin. gentle, but affirming.

you want to say that you should stop, you want to leave and think, but you can’t.

“chris” you whine

lmk if yall want a part 2 ;)

Y’ALLLLL

i disappeared and im so sorryyyy! ive been hella busy and to be completely honest ive been active on tumblr i just lost motivation or smth idrk. but none of that matters bc your goat is back.

jkjk anyways i hope yall liked this!!! i had no idea what to do with the title, when i went to read over everything i started laughing bc i completely forgot i made it that.