braiden: it's currently winter time, and you and him were snuggling on the couch listening to the in the background. he's been touring for a while and wanted to spend some time with you. "braiden," you begin, turning around in his arms. you look up at his face and see that he has fallen asleep. sighing, you snuggle deeper into his arms, but there's one problem. "braiden." you whine softly as the thick blanket slowly inched off your upper body. he's definitely made himself comfortable! you wanted to take the blanket back, but didn't want to disturb him. getting your own, you snuggle back into his arms, and take a nap as well.
toby: "what movie do you want to watch next?" you ask. no answer. "toby?" you look over to see him wrapped up in a little ball with your blanket. sighing, you try and see if you can take back a small sliver. wrong. "no!" he grumbles, tugging it back and winning. "fine, i see how it is!" you say, grabbing the other blanket off the end of the couch. just as you lay under it, it slips away from your grasp. finally giving in, you climb under his blanket and snuggle him, the movie long forgotten.
connor: "are you serious?" you groan, sitting up in your bed. it's freezing, and connor just stole the entire comforter. "give it back!" you growl at the burrito at the side of the bed. he looks so comfortable, and that just has to end. you tug at the corner of the blanket, and unravel him quickly. he begins to make half awake grabby hands towards the blanket that you held in your hands. he gives up quickly and just grabs you around the waist, pulling your body into his chest. "if you're going to steal warmest thing, i'm stealing the second warmest." you smile as you surrender the comforter, draping it over the both of your before going back to sleep quickly.
thomas: waking up at unruly hours of the morning, you decide to go make a cup of sleepytime tea to help you go back to sleep. you quickly pad down to the kitchen, where you get your cup of tea and head back into your room to your warm bed. but there's only one problem- thomas. not only is he sprawled out in the middle of the bed, he's got all the pillows and covers. setting your tea down, you grab the closest pillow and whack him with it. "ah! what's going on?!" he panics, sitting up and scoping the room. after patting the bed, he realizes that you're not there. "(y/n)?" "move over, bed hog!" you laugh, pushing him over and crawling back under the covers. the warmth, the tea, and thomas all lull you back to sleep.
riley: "promise?" you ask, holding out your pinky. "i solemnly promise, (y/n), that i will not take your covers tonight. that problem is long gone!" he claims, but that's far from the truth. about 10 minutes after he falls asleep, he's cocooned under about 4 comforters that you've put on your bed. every blanket you got out of the closet to cover yourself with, he's taken. 20 minutes later, he starts throwing off comforter after comforter. "(y/n), why'd you give me so many blankets? it's not that cold." you facepalm yourself before taking 2 of them and wrapping yourself into them. "i love you, but you suck at sharing!" he quickly kisses your cheek before you snuggle deeper into the warmth.
