braiden: "babe, that's a pretty dress, right?" he asks, looking over at your body. you guys had a lazy day, watching tv shows and movies and spending quality time with one another. it'd taken you hours and lots of whining coming from him, but you had convinced him to watch a couple of episodes of say yes to the dress: atlanta with you. after about 3 episodes, you had fallen asleep quietly on braiden's shoulder. he'd been so wrapped up in the show that he didn't even notice your quiet snores. "aw." he murmured at your sleeping frame. being mindful to not shoulder you in the face, he maneuvers around you and picks you up in his strong arms. halfway up the stairs, you start to stir. "where are we? atlanta? did i say yes to that dress yet?" you mumble sleepy as you rub your eyes. he chuckles at you before setting you down on your bed answering, "you're gonna have to sleep on your dress choice. sweet dreams, (y/n)."
toby: if you looked up the word 'exhausted' in the dictionary, your tired face would be placed under it. mama mcdonough recruited you and your best friend to help her scrapbook some old pictures. she said it wouldn't be a long job, but oh was she wrong. simple scrapbooking turned extreme as she began hot gluing ribbons and other small photo trinkets onto each page, taking all of you about 6 hours to complete one book. since it was so late, joan offered you the guest room to sleep in for the night. "extra pillows and blankets are in the closet next to the guest room in case you need them. sorry we took so long, sweetheart!" "it's perfectly fine, i had a great time today. thank you for letting me stay." "no problem. goodnight!" she turns off the lights and heads up the stairs, you trailing behind. walking turned into bear crawling, which turned into you falling asleep on the stairs. about an hour later, toby comes creeping down the stairs, missing tripping over you by an inch. "oh snap, is she breathing?" he questions in a panic, putting his ear next to your face. once he hears the soft snores, he lets out the unknowing breath he was holding. turning you over, he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder, careful not to wake you. walking you to the guest room, he tucks you into bed and kisses your cheek gently.
connor: you had a long day, working 10 hours at your job as a real estate project manager. people had been yelling at you left and right because their air conditioning had gone out, and you needed a break. changing out of your work clothes, connor greets you at the bottom of the stairs with a welcoming hug and a comforting kiss. "long day?" he asks. you nod as he wraps his arms around you tighter. "don't worry, i'll get dinner covered. why don't you sit down and maybe watch tv or something?" "i'd rather come and talk to you, i haven't gotten to all day." you suggest, and he nods while leading you to the kitchen. he let you rant about work, life, feelings, etcetera before you were completely burnt out. the best part? he sat and listened to your whole speech before he started dinner, just so he would have his complete and undivided attention on you. "i can make you some spaghetti, we already have some in the fridge from a couple nights ago, want to-" he asks, but interrupted himself at the sight before him. you had fallen asleep against the cool refrigerator, standing straight up. giggling to himself, he rubs your back and tries to wake you up. "(y/n), (y/n), wake up. you fell asleep against the refrigerator." "can i sleep here tonight?" you mumble, exhausted. "nope. upstairs is much more comfortable, i promise." "but i don't want to move!" "then i'll carry you." 'no, please don't-" you beg but your legs come out from beneath you as he picks you up bridal style. he walks you up the stairs and places you on the bed, ready to tuck you in. "no, since you carried me up here and i ruined dinner, you have to snuggle with me." kissing you softly, he agrees and climbs on the bed behind you.
thomas: because it was your one year anniversary, thomas decided to take you out on a daytrip. so far you had gone to disneyworld, ate the be our guest restaurant in fantasyland, and you finished the night with a bit of stargazing. "this has been the best night i could have ever imagined. thank you for spending one full year with me." you say as you rest your head against his shoulder. "this past year has flown by, baby, and i couldn't ask for a better girl. i love you so much." he admits, lacing his fingers with yours. you have to hold back some tears at his words because you knew they came from the heart. after a little while more, it started to get a bit cold. the both of you get off the hood of his car and into the warmth of it, when he decides it's time to take you home. the day had been amazing, but you did feel a bit tired during the long ride home. you tried keeping up a good conversation, but it was becoming lackluster as you started to drift off. "you can go to sleep, (y/n), i don't mind." he says reassuringly. "i'm fine; i'm not tired at all." "you're a really horrible liar." thomas laughs. "but-" "but nothing. if you're tired, try and get some sleep. i'll wake you up when we're almost back home." giving up, you curl up into a little ball in your seat, getting comfortable. almost immediately, you were out. the next time you wake up, however, you were in your own bed. the bathroom door opened to a shirtless thomas, brushing his teeth. "how did i get here?" you ask. he held up the 'one moment' finger before washing his mouth out to come and talk again. "i carried you inside. you were out like a light, and you were totally against waking up when we got here. here, get into your pajamas and i'll spend the night with you." "you sure?" "absolutely! i don't want tonight to end just yet." he muttered, blushing. following his suggestion, you get into your pajamas and climb into bed, where you two snuggle until you both fall into a peaceful slumber.
riley: you had just walked up the driveway and was about to knock on the door, when it swung open with the eldest mcdonough. "riley's upstairs in a bad mood." he says, tugging you inside. "fix it! he's been complaining about the zit on my face for an hour now!" toby whines, covering his chin with his palm. "toby, you look fine. and trust me, i'll fix his attitude." you said, determined. walking up to his room, you can hear familiar angered grunts. knocking on the door, you hear a growl followed by a sigh. "guys, i thought i told you not to bother me?" he says, whipping open the door. "what's got your panties in a bunch, babe?" you ask. "i've been trying to write this new song, and everything i write sucks. i just can't seem to get it right, and i'm so annoyed i could punt a bunny." he flops face first onto his bed, growling into his pillow. "calm down there, killer. i think you're just having an off day. maybe something will come to you later tonight or tomorrow." rubbing his back, you can feel his muscles relax. "do you want to have a rant?" springing upward, he sits down on the floor, dragging you along with him. "do i ever. so today i got up and went to go make breakfast, but i burnt my hand on the stove because toby just got done using it and..." he continues to rant about his day, and you kind of lost interest, to be completely honest. about halfway through, captain waddles into the room and you lay down with him and pet him, still listening to riley talk. while petting captain, you begin to get a little tired and start to doze off a bit. you and the dog take a short nap before you're jolted awake with an "are you even listening?!" "yep, yep, i'm listening, keep talking." you mumble as you make yourself more comfortable against captain. riley sighs, sliding his arms under you and setting you onto his bed. "you're a trend setter. let's take a nap, and maybe something will come to me." he suggests, sliding under the covers with you. "perfect idea."
