Tommy Lee imagines

"They're going to give you nightmares."

A/n: Just a cute little scenario I thought of

You were sitting on the couch watching a true crime documentary. And well, to say you were invested was an understatement. Your eyes were wide as they were practically glued to the square screen of the TV that sat in yours and Tommy's living room.

You absentmindedly shoved popcorn in your mouth as you listened to all the gruesome horrific things that happened to this woman.

Tommy walked in the living room and saw you. Curious, he stood behind you resting his arms against the top of the couch. His eyes practically bugged out of his head when he heard what the man on the TV was talking about, and the pictures of crime scenes.

Now, usually shit like this wouldn't bother him -it doesn't- but he knew it bothered you. As you didn't seem bothered, the way your hands were slightly shaking told him everything he needed to know.

He knew that you weren't able to go to sleep after watching stuff like this. Which is why he said,

"You should stop watching this it's going to give you nightmares."

You waved him off, "It's fine I can handle it. I'm a big girl."

"Come on, let's watch something else. Golden Girls?" Oh Tommy knew how much you loved the Golden Girls.

"Babe, Golden Girls doesn't come on until later tonight. Which we're most definitely using the TV trays." You explained and he nodded.

Later that night...

You sat up straight in bed, eyes wide, clutching the comforter. The room was dark, you could've sworn you heard something outside the window.

You leaned over ever so slightly and whispered, "Tommy?"

Your husband jolted awake as you shook him. "What? Y/n? Everything okay?"

"I think there's something or someone out the window."

"Babe, we're on the second floor."

"Still, can you check?"

Tommy nodded and got up, and because he was ever the dramatic one, he grabbed his rifle from underneath the bed -he refused to put it in the safe- and opened the blinds and curtains to look outside. As expected, there was nothing.

He put the gun down back in its place and crawled into bed, "See? There's nothing baby."'

"I don't know, I'm still...scared." You whispered,

The brunette sighed and ran a hand through his long hair, "I told you watching those documentaries would scare you."

"Fine maybe you're right." You huffed. He opened his arms out to you and cuddled up with him, head resting on his warm chest.

Tommy gave you a kiss on the head, "You're safe with me."