Scream One Shot

You had excused yourself to get ready for bed in the bathroom, changing into the old t-shirt and shorts that consisted of your normal bedwear before brushing your teeth and washing your face. Your heart was starting to flutter at the idea of sharing a bed with Dewey, but you tried to keep your head straight and not think too much into it seen as it had been your own idea.

When you returned to the bedroom, he was still stood awkwardly to the side of the bed and let out a nervous cough as soon as he saw you.

"Do you have a preference for which side I take?" You asked, gesturing to the bed.

He shook his head. "No."

He quickly scurried from the room to go get ready for bed whilst you settled yourself under the sheets, picking the side furthest from the door so that you had some sense of safety, not that you could fear anything when you knew Dewey would protect you.

A couple of minutes later Dewey returned, switching of the light and slipping into the bed beside you, both of you practically hugging the edge of the bed you were on. It was uncomfortable and awkward as the silence and darkness surrounded you both. As you back started to cramp up, you finally had enough.

"This is stupid," you stated, breaking the silence.

"Huh?"

"We're both adults, we don't need to make this awkward," you sighed, rolling over to face him. "It's just sharing a bed."

If the room had been lighter, you would have been able to see his reddened cheeks.

"It's not like we've not cuddled before," you added, mainly trying to convince yourself rather than him. "This time we're just trying to fall asleep."

You shuffled further onto the mattress to actually be comfortable, Dewey following suit.

"D-did you want to?" He muttered. "Cuddle, I mean."

It felt as though your heart was about to pound out of your chest.

"If you want to," you whispered even though your brain was screaming yes.

You both took the leap, not wanting the other or yourselves to back out. You moved close, arms wrapping around each other as your head rested on his chest, instantly feeling safe and secure, something you hadn't felt since the start of the murder spree.

"Goodnight, Y/N, I hope you sleep well," he whispered into your hair.

You let out a yawn. "Night Dewey."

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Written by Charlotte.