Ringo Imagine:

It was well into the night. Ringo would say it was around 1:30 in the morning. Beside him on the bed, you were sound asleep, floating merrily in your wondrous slumbers. You looked so peaceful.

Ringo kind of envied you. He wanted to sleep. He was exhausted. He would love to join you in your dreams. But he couldn't.

Drumming was hard on him. His arms were sore beyond belief, and the pain was keeping him up. It was giving him a migraine, which only awakened him further. He sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes and groaning, wincing as another dose of pain shot through his arms.

He felt the bed shift as you began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open. Yawning, you slowly sat up, glancing over at Ringo.

"Ringo?" you mumbled tiredly, wiping the sleep out of your eyes. "Why're you up?"

"It's nothing, darling," Ringo said quietly. "Go back to sleep. Don't worry about me."

Once your exhaustion left you, you noticed the pain brimming in Ringo's ocean eyes. You brushed his hair out his face in concern. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" you asked. "Are you alright?"

Ringo sighed. "No, it's... my arms are a bit sore from drumming so much, that's all. Really, love, you don't have to worry."

You shook your head. "I'll be right back," you said, rolling out of bed and exiting the bedroom before Ringo could question you.

A few minutes later, you returned with a tray. On the tray was a cup of tea with milk and a couple of pain killers. You set the tray down carefully on the bed before Ringo and sat back down next to him.

"What's all this?" he said, surprised.

"To help ease your pain," you smiled. "Drink up. You'll feel better in no time."

As Ringo sipped his tea, you took his free hand and massaged it gently. You chatted with him for several minutes to keep his mind on something else other than the pain.

Soon, he felt the soreness in his arms start to ease. He stared at you with a smile, albeit a tired one, and leaned in to kiss you. You grinned and took the empty cup, setting it and the tray aside.

"Better?" you asked.

"Loads," he responded. "I'm always alright when you're around. How'd I get so lucky?"

You grinned as he pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest and waited until he fell asleep. You wanted to make sure he was okay.

You lifted your head up to check. Once you noticed he had fallen asleep, you smiled and fell into slumbers yourself, with him spooning you in his arms.

Requested by @marmaladeskies67!