#mushmeyer

"Tired there?" Mush coos into your ear as you hug him after a long day. You nod into his chest, too drowsy to speak coherently. He pauses for a second to think before chuckling. You shift your head to look up at him questioningly right as he hooks his arms under your legs and lifts you up. Your body jerks awake from the feeling and he smiles against the top of your head while drawing you back towards his chest, rubbing your back to try and soothe you. Your body relaxes into his hold as a warm hand rubs your back. Feeling your eyelids droop, you open your mouth to let him know you're about to fall asleep, only for a yawn to come out. Mush kisses your forehead and starts carrying you back towards your house. Your left eyelid closes. Then the right one. Before you fall asleep completely, you hear him say something one final time. “Sleep tight, Princess.”

A/N: Him calling his s/o Prince(ss) is a personal head-cannon of mine that I’ll never let go of