why don't we imagines

goodnight (d.s.)

a/n: just a random one:)

summary: daniel helps you calm down from a nightmare

Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you offered out the empty cup to Daniel. He returned a sad smile before stretching his arm across his half of the bed to place it on his nightstand.

His hoodie encased your body, and his fresh comforter covering your legs from when he'd help you sit up against the headboard moments before. It was quiet aside from your combined quiet breaths, yours being slightly louder from the abrupt jolt of waking up from the nightmare you could hardly remember now.

"Are you feeling a little better?" Daniel asked, his features drowned in concern. He cuddled oh so gently back into your side and slung his arm over your shoulders, fidgeting with the soft material of his sweater you wore with his fingertips.

"Yeah," You weren't lying, but you didn't want to look at him, and suddenly the patterns on his quilt were as interesting as ever.

"Are you sure, love?" He wiped a forgotten tear from the tired shadow under your eyes.

"Yep." You mumbled, unconsciously shortening the word as if to shove that same weird feeling back down. You raised the comforter up and shuffled your head further down your pillow to fall asleep again, feeling Daniel's arm slide down your back.

When you turned on your side away from him, Daniel tucked the comforter around your body cosily and pressed a kiss to your temple with a loving hum, "have a goodnight, okay?"

You turned to face him properly now, his face within eyeshot, casting shadows across your own from his bedside lamp's light. He broke the gap between you for one last kiss to your forehead, his plush lips warming your skin.

His thumb rubbed side to side on your cheek as he spoke, "Goodnight."

The click of the lamp switch sent the bedroom into darkness. Daniel circled his arms around you under the comforter from behind, his unruly hair resting upon your shoulder.

"Goodnight." Your hushed voice got lost in the air again as he searched for a hand to hold under the covers.