Who Else Up At This Ungodly Hour With An Insatiable Yearning That Makes Them Sick To Their Stomach

As he should he literally gagged toto

That's my goat yall

til the dawning

→ sum: late night guitar sessions and cuddles on the couch

→ contains: fluff, teasing, nothing crazy

→ length: 0.8k

a/n: sorry i haven't uploaded in forever but here's a request i got. btw i do take request so if you have any feel free to ask! remember to like and reblog if you enjoyed! <3

if dating a musician has taught you anything, it's that when they're working on a song, a few more minutes is never just "a few more minutes." in reality, a few more minutes will stretch into a minimum of two hours.

"eli, you've been going at this for a while now. can't you call it a day and just lay down with me"

"i'm almost done. i'll be there with you in a bit" he says, his eyes still fixed on the frets of his guitar as you slowly make your way to your shared bedroom.

even hours later, you can still hear the soft strumming of the guitar filling the halls, its gentle melodies lingering in the quiet of the late evening.

you pad over to the living room, silently watching eli sitting on the couch, his fingers dancing gracefully over the strings, lost in the music.

you move over to stand behind him, your hands placed on the tops of his shoulder as you rub at the knots that have formed. "love, it's getting really late. can we go to bed now?" you plead with a tired whisper.

he pauses, tearing his eyes away from the instrument to gaze up at you with a loving smile. "just a few more minutes, darling. i'm almost done," resuming his strum on the guitar.

"you know, that's what you said hours ago yet you're still here," you pout as his focus remains on the guitar.

eli chuckles softly and takes one of your hands from his shoulder, bringing it to his lips to place a gentle kiss upon it. "i swear, love, i actually mean it this time." he replies, his warm breath brushing against the soft skin of your knuckles.

you sigh and sit down beside him on the couch. "alright, but it better be just a few more minutes." you tease as he smirks back at you.

but as you predicted, those "few minutes" turned into a half-hour. you couldn't help but get pulled into the music, humming along every so often and tapping your fingers to the rhythm .

eli leans forward, his stare fixed on the notepad, a series of words and doodles decorating the page in a messy art. he taps the butt of the pencil against the coffee table, muttering lyrics to him,

"burning a hole, right down in my chest. like the morning, just slide out the window...." he hums the tune and purses his lips.

"til the dawning?" you suggest. he turns to face you, the pencil pressed to his lips as he thinks for a moment. a smile spreads across his lips, and he scribbles the words down on the notepad.

"when did you learn how to write a song?" he taunts lovingly, eyes crinkled. you shrug your shoulders and lean back, "what can i say? something about drowsiness gets the creative juices flowing." "i should keep you up more often then?" he laughs at your mocking glare before going back to working on the song. 

he was getting close to the end of the song, the melody finally taking shape. you tried your best to fight off the sleepiness, feeling your eyelids growing heavy as the song progressed, and before you even knew it, the soft tune from the guitar had lulled you to sleep.

when he'd finally decided he was done for the night, eli turned to find you fast asleep, head resting on the armrest of the couch. he couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight of you completely passed out, hair sprawled out and mouth slightly agape.

he gently set the guitar aside and draped a cozy blanket over you, tucking you in with care. he maneuvered the two of you around on the couch, snuggling up beside you, placing your head on his chest.

he brushed your hair out of your face and planted a soft kiss to your temple then whispered, "good night my love" before falling asleep with you wrapped in his arms.

the morning light pouring through the window hits your eyes, the glow of dawn filtered through the drapes. you groan at the ache in your back from a night on the couch as you become aware of a comforting presence beside you.

eli is nestled against you, his arms wrapped protectively around your body, and the two of you swaddle by a blanket.

you smile at the sight, feeling his gentle breath against your cheek and his heartbeat beneath your ear. you brush your thumb along his cheekbone, and trail your pointer down the bridge of his nose.

as you shift slightly, eli stirs, his eyes fluttering open. he gazes down at you with a soft, affectionate expression. "good morning, my love," he whispers, his morning voice filled with warmth.

“late night?” you hum

“you know it”

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“ugh—“ you wake up to a shove in the back. you squint your eyes and make out dark hair.

you close your eyes and sigh, knowing immediately is was shauna who woke you up from your slumber.

“what the hell.” you grunt, your voice rough and filled with complaint, getting yourself comfortable under the covers again.

shauna doesn’t say anything and instead taps you on the shoulder a few times, imploring you to scooch over.

you sigh, but do it anyway, immediately missing the warmth of your previous spot.

a few seconds later you feel a dip in the couch and an arm encircling your waist.

and then it hits you.

"shauna!" you groan, a cough escaping you soon after.

"mm?" she hums, completely unbothered and you furrow your brows, turning around in her arm to face her.

her eyes are closed and she looks content, which makes it all the worse.

"shauna!"

she grunts and reluctantly opens an eye.

"what?" she asks and you narrow your eyes at the hint of annoyance in her tone.

"you shouldn't be here! i'm sick!" you whine, and the coughs that escape you further emphasize your point.

shauna, however, seems none too concerned and instead strokes your back until you're done.

"thanks." you sniffle.

"no-" she sighs, shifting so she's spooning you, "problem." she moves both arms so that they're wrapped around your waist and you sigh, giving up and turning around.

if she gets sick, that's on her.

you end up falling asleep for what you later believe is thirty minutes before you're rudely woken up. again.

"guys!" you hear the unmistakeable whine of jackie and you groan loudly.

you refuse to open your eyes and instead try and sleep again, ignoring jackie.

but jackie taylor is nothing if not determined.

she walks over to the couch both you and shauna are situated on and she loudly drops her bags and kicks off her shoes and socks.

shauna, who is now awake, looks too out of it to scold jackie on putting her things in the right places.

you open your mouth to say something, but at the sound of thunder, you yelp when you feel jackie's weight on you.

your eyes widen as you realize she had just jumped on both you and shauna.

you look up at her and have to hide a snicker at the way she looks terrified.

"let me in!" she hisses and you groan once more, scooting closer to shauna, basically pressing shauna to the back of the couch as jackie scoots in right in front of you.

you're in the middle of the both of them, practically being sandwiched by them as you have a really bad cold.

"guys..." you whine, coughing once more. both jackie and shauna immediately comfort you, shauna rubbing your back as jackie gives you a tissue that you blow into. "i'm sick!" you protest, but they don't seem to care.

"and that's really awful, sorry baby." jackie mutters to you, moving hair off your forehead and stroking your head.

"it'll be even worse if i get the both of you sick too!" you say weakly, a pout on your face.

"maybe that way we can finally kiss you." shauna murmurs as she gets comfortable once more and you gasp.

"shauna!" you say affronted, but she merely hums, reaching over your waist and laying a hand on jackie's side.

you look at her in shock and disapproval as she basically gives the 'go ahead' for jackie to win and stay right beside you.

"if i get either of you sick..." you trail off and both of them hum.

another sound of thunder comes from outside and jackie tightens her hold on you, spooning you.

you sigh, giving up and just resting against the couch cushion, not surprised it can fit all three of you.

the three of you had bought it with cuddling in mind so there are no worries one of you will fall off in the night.

you close your eyes and sigh, feeling warm and content with both jackie and shauna surrounding you, allowing you to finally go to sleep comfortably.

(you'd rather be sick for a month straight than to admit to either of them just how well you sleep with them pressed up against you. that's something you'll take to the grave.)

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