Imagines (from my Instagram)

Sweet Dreams

I knew (y/n) was tired, but not THAT tired.

We had barely gotten through the previews of the movie I put in when I heard her heavy breathing on my shoulder.

Her mouth was hung open a little, and her whole body was moving as she exhaled.

Five blankets were draped across her cold body and her head was laying on my soft sweatshirt.

I carefully lift my arm now, reaching for a pillow and arranging it across my armpit for her to rest on. My arm now lays across her stomach, something she loves and finds soothing.

Even after the movie is finished, (y/n) is still out cold.

I lift her up, carrying her bridal style as I walk up the stairs.

I place her in our bed, tucking her in. I make sure she's comfortable before settling in myself, turning off the lights, and whispering "sweet dreams" as I place a kiss on her forehead.