#IM BEGGING ON MY KNEEEES

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put some respect on Sophie's name pls

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cassandra clare newsletter on friday for clarys birthday give me clary content from better in black PLEASE

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pleaseee I need someone to slip in my asks or dms and degrade me or tell me what they'd do to me PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY KNEEEES

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invite (1)

part one, part two

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: the popular frat boy, chris sturniolo, unexpectedly invites you, the shy and quiet girl, to his frat party.

warnings: shy/unpopular reader, confident/frat boy chris (but he’s still sweet), chris defends you 🤩, pretty long and will have a part two which is the final part

notes: SMUT IS IN THE NEXT PART (you could just read the next part for the smut but this one has all the tension leading up to it hehe;) )

not proofread/edited

“hey.”

you practically jump out of your seat from the voice in front of you, interrupting your study time in the silent library. you shrink into yourself in embarrassment at your reaction, and are even more mortified when its chris sturniolo standing in front of you.

chris grins and leans over the table, hair falling into his face as he scans the study page your on. “seems hard. whats your major again?”

you gulp, throat suddenly turning dry. you don’t answer, honestly kind of scared of saying the wrong or humiliating thing to the one boy you’ve been admiring from afar since college started.

he tilts his head and locks eyes with you, “so you don’t really speak, do you? i’ve never heard you talk before.” he observes, and you bit your lip.

“…i do talk.” you finally manage to say, avoiding anymore eye contact.

chris chuckles before pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down.

your heart rate picks up and you pray that he wont be staying for long. not because of him, but because then you have less of a chance of embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“so, whats your major?” he asks again, and he actually seems interested.

“oh, its animal science. i also minor in biology.” you whisper, seeing the librarian glance over at you both. chris obviously doesn’t care if he’s loud, since he responds with his normal volume.

“oh shit, so you’re smart smart.”

you blush and shrug, tapping your pencil on your notebook. “not really.”

chris smirks. “how humble of you. anyway, i have another question. what are you doing this saturday?”

your eyes widen as you glance up at him, stomach tingling with butterflies. why did that sound like he was asking you out? you bit the inside of your cheek in thought. you should study for an upcoming exam… you shake your head, “i don’t have anything on saturday.”

“perfect. i have a frat party that starts at 7 pm, but show up whenever you want.” chris exclaims, seemingly very pleased as he leans back in his chair.

you blink and then feel a sense of dread in your stomach instead of butterflies. “oh—uhm… i don’t really do parties.” you sheepishly mutter. what you didn’t want to admit was how you have never even gone to a party, nor have been invited to one.

chris smiles charmingly as he looks at you, and you feel so exposed and flustered. “i can tell. its alright if you don’t want to go, i just thought it’d invite you. you seem to study to much, your big brain needs a break.” he taps your study book as he tries to act unbothered.

you think for a moment, then blush blossoms your cheeks. “if i go, uhm, will i be able to stick by you then? i know i won’t really know anyone there.”

chris stares at you with an unreadable expression, his jaw squared and his eyes gleam. he finally nods. “of course. you can follow me around.”

you sigh through your nose and nod, the nerves already flowing through you. “okay.”

“you’ll go?”

“yeah, i think.”

saturday comes faster than normal, the anticipation of the frat party buzzing through you, and it even floats around the lectures you have. apparently a lot of people were going and it was going to be a huge party, everyone was looking forward to it.

while people were excited, you were kind of dreading it. what if chris abandons you and you’re left alone in a group of strangers? what if you trip and face-plant and everyone laughs at you? you shake your head, knowing you were overthinking.

you take a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror. this is the most you’ve ever dressed up, and you thought you looked okay. you wore a short, sparkly, black dress and your hair was curly down your back. no one had ever seen you with your hair down, so this was a big step. in the back of your mind you knew you were just trying to capture chris’ attention at least a little bit.

gathering up the courage, you grab your phone and make your way across campus and to the frat house. you can hear the music from a mile away and the flashing lights are prominent the more you get closer.

you glance at the time on your phone, 8 pm. you thought it was weird to show up exactly when the party started at 7, so you waited around for a while.

you tried not to think about how skin tight your dress was, or how short it was, or how your makeup looked. you pushed down your anxiety and tried to convince yourself you would have a good night. you walked inside, wincing slightly as the music was now clear and blaring in your ears.

your number one objective was to find chris, and fast. you looked around swiftly, dodging drunk people and catty girls side-eyeing you.

“y/n!”

you spun around and nervously wrung your wrists behind you, staring at chris as he walked up to you. “hi.”

chris’ jaw clenched as his eyes darted all over you. your hair, your face, your body. he blinked, wondering how you were the same person at the library a couple days ago. “you look great.” he finally says.

you smile shyly and look at his outfit. he wears baggy camo pants with a black long sleeve, a chain, and doesn’t wear his signature hat, so his hair is out and fluffy. he looks handsome as always, but you cant say that. “you too.” you meek out.

“i thought you skipped out, i was worried i would have to go to your dorm and drag you here.” he jokes and smiles, gesturing you to follow him.

you laugh softly and nod, following him into the kitchen with less people and muffled music. he grabs two red solo cups and fills both of them with something. he hands you one, then takes a sip of his.

you look at the contents inside the cup suspiciously, hesitate to try it.

chris looks down at you staring into your cup and chuckles. “don’t worry, i figured you don’t drink so its just lemonade.” he reassured, and you sigh in relief as you sip on it.

“thank you.”

“mhm. what made you agree to come?” chris asks suddenly, leaning against the counter, arms crossed with his cup still in his hand.

you gulp nervously, flustered as you stare at him. “can i be honest?” you ask, doing the same thing as him beside him.

he grins down at you and nods, “yeah.”

you fidget with your cup. “i’ve never been to a party, or invited to one. so when you asked i was nervous, but knowing i had you i was okay.” you blurt out, and you mentally slap yourself for saying so much.

chris is silent for a moment, and you want to run away and go back to your dorm, but then he nudges your shoulder with his elbow.

you look up at him and he smiles warmly. “hey, now that we talked and you came to my party, we’re best friends now. no need to be nervous when i’m here.”

you both stare at each other, and you swore he was leaning closer and glancing at your lips. unfortunately, a voice spoke up.

“chris, i love this party! beer pong was so much fun!” a girl strides in, b-lining straight towards him. she then looks at you weirdly, glancing at how close you were standing next to him.

chris nods at her and looks a little irritated, “good, it’s supposed to be fun.”

you awkwardly look down at your aching feet as they continue talking, this was your first time wearing heals for a long period of time.

the girl glances at you and then looks at chris with a look. “so, who’s she?” she asks as if your not there and she can ask you.

chris sighs and puts an arm around your back and his hand on your arm, making your eyes widen as heat filled you and goosebumps rise on your exposed skin. his hands are rough, but they are gentle with you. “this is y/n l/n, shes in our biology lecture. i convinced her to come.” your face feels hot as he says your full name, did you ever even tell him your last name? how did he know?

the girl hums and looks at you with a confused expression, “oh, i don’t remember ever seeing her. anywhere. but alright, i’m tory.” she smiles concededly. you try and smile back and nod at her in acknowledgment, “nice to meet you, tory. i like your dress.” you say. socializing and making friends is a little difficult for you, but you try your hardest. it didn’t seem to work as she looks you up and down and doesn’t say anything.

chris clears his throat and recognizes the tense situation and dislike from tory towards you, “tory, maybe we could ease off of her, yeah?” his eyes narrow at her, and you see his hand gripping onto his cup harder. you feel embarrassed, but at the same time you feel grateful and appreciated by chris, and its nice.

tory stares at chris in shock before scoffing under her breath, “whatever.” she walks away after that, going into the living room where the party is at.

chris finally takes his hand off of your arm, and you both don’t realize it but you think the same thing.

i miss his touch.

i miss touching her.

“…thanks for that.” you mutter, swirling your lemonade in your cup. chris nods and glares in the direction that tory walked off in. “i never liked her.” he explains, “in high school she dated my brother, matt. totally broke his heart and was so mentally draining towards everyone.”

you furrow your brows and frown, now wishing you weren’t nice to her in the first place. “i’m sorry.”

chris shakes his head and smirks down at you, making you slightly flush. “oh, don’t you worry. we got her back. pranked her for years on end and held blackmail against her.”

your eyes widen and then you laugh, an actual belly laugh. chris stares at you and then starts laughing as well. its just easy when it comes to you.

“its so bad, but i love it.” you giggle, then you ask, “you have a brother? does he go here?”

chris is ecstatic and proud, since he can tell your coming out of your shell around him. he likes it… he likes you. “kind of, i’m a triplet. both of them chose different colleges though.”

you tilt your head in shock, “really? thats so cool, are you all identical?”

his heart skips a beat at the sparkle in your eye and the curiosity in your voice. “sure are. they look exactly like me, but we all have our differences.”

you nod, “i understand.”

suddenly a guy shouts into the kitchen, “hey chris! come play a game with us!”

chris looks at you, and you shrug even if your freaking out inside. you liked hanging out and talking with chris, but with a huge group of people? not your thing.

chris scrutinizes you and states, “you don’t want to, i can tell.”

you silently nod but then shrug again, “i’m fine with playing, only if its with you though.” you look away from him to hide your blush.

he grins and nods before pushing off of the counter, setting his cup down. you do the same and closely follow behind him into the living room. the music is low now, and a group of people are in a circle on the ground or sitting in chairs/couches.

chris dabs people up and nods in acknowledgment at others, and you feel like everyone is staring at you as you follow him like a lost puppy. no one says hi to you.

you sit down next to chris on a loveseat, scooting down your dress uncomfortably. chris notices and swiftly gets up, goes to the front door, grabs his jacket off the hook, and then walks back over. you look at him confused until he laid his jacket over your legs and sat back down like he didn’t just do the nicest thing ever for you.

you feel your heart pumping fast and your veins turn hot. the little gesture made your thighs clench underneath the jacket that smelled like his cologne. glancing over at chris, it only makes you more aware of your attraction towards him. his arm is over the back of the loveseat, his legs spread slightly open as he leans back comfortably.

you feel dirty and flustered thinking about him like this, then snap out of it when someone speaks up from the group.

“alright, lets play the classic truth or dare.” a guy grins. everyone agrees and they start going around in a circle, asking random people. some of them do dares, but they aren’t regular dares, they are sexual. there was a three way kiss, stripping, and licking whip cream off of someones stomach.

your lower stomach only got hotter, the undeniable ache between your legs getting stronger. your mind always went back to chris for some reason, wondering what kissing him felt like, or how his tongue would feel licking whip cream off your skin. you shift, and your thankful for the jacket covering your legs since it blocked the view of your thighs clenching.

chris notices though . he always notices the little things about you. believe or not, he had been admiring you from afar as well. he couldn’t help it, he was drawn to you, the quiet girl in the back of the class. whenever he was in lecture, his eyes would drift to you and observe. he knows you bite your lip when your nervous or thinking, and he knows your leg bounces when your anxious. he knows that you secretly laugh at his jokes behind your hand and that you feed the stray cat that roams around campus. yeah, it was safe to say he liked you a lot, and he notices you.

“the girl beside chris.”

your head snaps up and you gulp nervously. its a blonde guy that smirks at you. “y-yeah?”

“truth or dare?”

“uhm, truth?” you say, but its more like a question. you really prayed it wasn’t anything embarrassing.

he thinks for a moment. “whats the worst thing that has happened to you during sex.”

chris clenched his jaw at the thought of you having sex with someone. its a weird thought, thinking of you with someone else other than himself.

your face immediately is red as you look down at chris’ jacket. you pick at the thread on it and clear your throat. “u-uhm… thats a little personal?”

“come on, don’t be a buzzkill!”

chris glared at the guy, “cut it out, clayton. if she doesn’t feel comfortable saying then don’t pressure her.” he glowers slightly, making clayton raise his eyebrows.

“its truth or dare, man. no outs. she has to answer.”

chris furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth, but you cut him off. “i’ve never had sex, so i can’t answer.” your eyes are squeezed shut in embarrassment as you grip onto the jacket for comfort. everyone goes silent and you think this is the moment you want the ground to swallow you whole.

chris blinks at you with wide eyes then his jaw is set and his eyes turn dark. his pants are starting to get tighter than before and his hand clutches onto the back of the loveseat. “fuck.” he hisses out, but he made sure he was quiet.

“wait, so you’re a virgin in college? have you even had your first kiss?” tory asks, crossing her arms in amusement. she was milking your humiliation for all its worth.

you tilt your head down and dont answer, which makes her laugh slightly. “wow, so your really inexperienced. how are you even here at this party?”

“tory, stop. i’m serious. i still have those screenshots in my hard drive.” chris speaks up and threatens, looking her straight in the eyes. it makes you peak your eyes open to look over at him. he smiled reassuringly at you, and it makes you feel a lot better, and a lot more needy.

“…lets just move on.” a random girl says, chuckling nervously.

the game continues, and chris lowers his voice to speak to you with no one listening. “are you okay? im sorry that was pressured out of you, ill kill clayton.”

you shake your head, “its fine.” you whisper.

“no, its not. especially with what tory said.” he grunts out then sighs. “i’m sorry.”

you hesitate, but scoot closer to him and smile gently. “its alright. thank you for defending me, not a lot of people do.” you hadn’t meant for it to come out so sad and lonely sounding.

chris bites his lip before nodding, “yeah, of course.” he breaths out.

your eyes dart to his, and you catch a glimpse of desire you had been looking for. your chest heaves slightly harder, your stomach burns, and your eyes glance to his lips.

“…follow me.” he abruptly stands and holds out his hand for you. you knew what would happen if you took his hand and followed him, but you wanted it too happen. you’ve never felt such an easy and instant connection as you have with him, so you don’t hesitate to grab his hand and leave his jacket behind.

some people stare in shock as he takes you up the stairs, but you can only stare at him.

chris quickly takes you to a bedroom and closed/locks the door behind the both of you. he backs you into the wall, hands coming up to slowly grip onto your hips. you nervously look up at him, not knowing what to say or do. you’ve never been touched like this by someone you liked, and it was building up a fire in you that burned your core. the desire for him was too much, you wanted him now.

he gazes down at you with dark eyes. “i’m so glad you came to this party.” he sighs out, his hands slithering around to rest on your lower back, sinfully close to your ass.

your breathing heavily, your hands clenching onto his biceps as you lean into his touch. “me too.” you whisper, your head tilted back onto the wall to look up at him.

it silent for a moment, letting you feel his hands travel over your dress and to your waist. "i really like you, you know?" he whispers, and for the first time you see him slightly bashful but still confident, and your stomach tingles in the best way.

your heart jumps to your throat at his confession and your legs tremble, a shaky but content smile reaches your lips, "really?"

chris nods slightly before leaning into your neck and lowly muttering into your skin, "and i really want to fuck you, too." his lips come into contact with your neck, pressing feather light kisses onto your sensitive spots. he moved closer to you, caging you against the wall.

your heavy gasps and panting mixed together, and the bedroom got hotter by the second. then, he hiked your dress up to your hips and traced his fingertips on the lace of your panties, getting closer and closer to where you were desperate for him.

you gasped and clung onto him, whimpering as his fingers lightly brushed your clothed clit, but then teasingly moved back to tracing the edge of your panties. “chris…”

“hm? what is it, baby?” chris smirked into your neck, his tone teasing and amused. he loved your needy little gasp and wanton whimpers flowing from your lips. his cock was pressing against his jeans at how sensitive you were, knowing that you were this way because he was the first to ever touch you like this.

“i’m nervous.” you murmur, shivering as hands go to your hips to softly grip them. you look up at him and bite your lip.

chris glances at your plump, wet lips and wishes he could ravish them. but then he reminds himself that he has to go slow and teach you some things. “no need to be nervous, i’m right here.” his thumbs massage right beneath your lace on your hips.

you gulp and look to the side, contemplating what you were about to do. “…are you just saying all of this so you can have sex with me?” you blurt out your insecure thoughts, and frown at the silence heavy in the air. did you ruin the mood?

“hey, look at me.” chris demands gently, hooking your chin and making you lock eyes with him. “i never say anything i don’t mean. i know we only met a couple days ago, but i’ve always noticed you.”

your face flushes even more than it already was, your hands hesitantly running up his stomach to his chest. “i noticed you too.” you whisper. he shivers at your touch and words before sighing contently, “i know, i see you staring.” he teases, chuckling as you look away in embarrassment once again.

“on a serious note, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. but if you want to continue, i wanna set a rule first.”

your eyes dart to him, searching for any sign on him lying about anything. there is none, only lust and fondness in his blue eyes as he looks at you. you nod, “alright, what is the rule?” you ask curiously, getting more bold and sliding your hands up his shoulders and around to his nape. you play with his hair slightly and see that he holds back a groan, which you save for later use.

“if you say yes, you’re mine.” his tone is serious and low, it makes your thighs clench and the burning in your stomach feelings like molten. “no dating, fucking, or seeing other guys. we would be exclusively only seeing each other, i don’t just do random hookups on a saturday night.”

you softly smile and nod, “me neither, obviously.” you mutter with slight embarrassment. he laughs and grins at you, “so, do you want to continue, baby?” he asks teasingly, leaning down closer to your lips.

you lick your lips and nod shyly, “yeah. i really do.”

chris hums and one of his rough hands travels to the top of your panties. his fingertips dip into the fabric, trailing across your lower stomach slowly. his eyes stare into yours, savoring your reactions and small noises.

your pussy clenched as his lips suddenly grazed your ear and he lowly whispered, “do you want my fingers, y/n?”

you whine shamelessly and nod, too worked up from a simple whisper and some light touching.

“yeah? then beg.”

holy fuck.

to be continued with actual smut… sorry its so long! i cant help but like the tension leading up to it

[plistommy]

Steve’s hips!!! STEVE’S HIPS!!!!!! a twink

[snifferz]

really really hot bitches know that I DONT LIKE AMY. I REALLY DONT. - sonc

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[catholicdaredevil]

PRINT ME OUT AND CRADLE ME GENTLY BABYYYYY PLEASE IM BEGGING IM ON MY KNEEEES

not if it's you || part five

eddie munson x gender neutral reader

summary: eddie takes you to one of his bands shows

words: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of alcohol and being in a bar, no gendered pronouns or description

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gif credit: @stevesbipanic

this is our last reader falls asleep first in this 5 + 1 so without further ado

"Did you know," you wave your finger into his face to help make your point as he moves around you to load his gear into the back of his van. "That you are my all-time best friend and favorite person all wrapped up into one?"

You bounce back and forth on the snow covered ground beside him in excitement, which was apparently your new state of being since he had first invited you to his show late last week. Laying in his bed passing a joint back and forth, his hands had lingered on yours as he asked. The early morning sun glowing through the windows and onto your faces, lighting up the ever present twinkle in his eyes. He still remembers the way your face had lit up, your mouth dropping open and the excruciatingly cute way you’d gasped and said ‘Me?’ as if he could be talking to anyone else.

"I had an idea, but it's always nice to know a man's got fans." Eddie lifts his amp up, shoving it into the back of his van and turning to grab his guitar from where the case hangs off your shoulder. He finishes loading his gear, leaning over to strap it all in before turning back to see you. 

"Fan? Like a regular fan? Psh, nah, I am your biggest mega-fan in the history of fans. Ever." Your finger is back, this time punctuating your words with an almost rough poke into his chest with every one. You tilt your head back to the quickly darkening sky, yelling out into the open air. "I am officially with the band."

A loud laugh shakes its way free from Eddie’s chest, hands on his knees as he doubles over to keep standing with the force of it. It’s a ground-shaking thunder kind of laugh and warm pride blooms in your chest at the sight of him. Eddie straightens up finally, pulling the lapels of his leather jacket that rests over your shoulders until you’re pressed into his chest and he can wrap his arms around you. 

“Well mega-fan, I hope you're ready to do some mega-cheering and throw your imaginary mega-bra onto the stage.” He breathes the words into your hair, squeezing you tightly when your own arms wrap around his middle to keep him from pulling back too soon.

“Shit, I think I packed my imaginary mega-bra in my other jacket,” your words are muffled in his shirt, breathing in the scent of his cologne and the weed smell that never really goes away. Eddie laughs again, leaning his head down and squeezing you one more time before letting you go. 

He pulls away to give you a once over, wearing his jacket and matching eyeliner that you’d insisted on doing for the both of you. You even have one of his rings hanging from a chain around your neck, along with the silver copy of his house key he’d given you. He’s content to live in this ocean you’ve built around him, every look at you raising the sea level until one day he’s sure it will finally drag him down for good. 

Eddie grabs your door for you with a bow, hand sweeping out in the gesture. He passes a small box of tapes into your lap with a crooked grin. “You’re my best friend too, so I’ll even let you pick the music.”

His long fingers drum against the wheel as he drives, bobbing his head to the music. After a few songs you start to see along under your breath and Eddie turns, reaching out to grab your hand and loudly sing into it like it’s a microphone. It’s a long drive to the venue, even without stopping to pick up his bandmates for once you’re both in the car for over an hour listening to music with the windows down, screaming the lyrics while Eddie smoked. 

All your energy morphs into pre-concert jitters as you watch Eddie and his bandmates set the stage, the lights are all low except for the reds and blues that paint the stage. Eddie looks ethereal under them when he turns to glance at you, sending a grin across the stage to where you’re standing. A shiver runs down your spine that you’re pretty sure you aren’t able to blame on the alcohol in your cup, or the chill of the ice that runs condensation down the side. It’s all him, glowing in the lights and his smile. 

The general chatter of the room lulls as Eddie steps up to the mic, he brushes some of his hair out of his face and opens his mouth to speak. All of your nerves jump into your throat and for a moment you forget to breathe. Too caught up in Eddie to do anything but watch on in awe. 

“Thanks for coming out tonight. We are Corroded Coffin. We’ve got a bit of a special show tonight, our biggest mega-fan out in the crowd tonight, so this is for them.” Eddie locks eyes with you, throwing a wink in your direction before stepping back and playing his first chord. The sudden heat in your cheeks and the way your heart beats into your ribs are yet even more things that can’t be blamed on anything other than Eddie Munson. 

The concert blurs together, song after amazing song, Eddie’s playful grin and screaming the only real thing you remember by the end of the night. You were able to pick out a few songs from ones he’s played you in the past, even more ones that you’ve overheard him humming to himself or practicing in his room. And then there was one; completely new and entirely your favorite. Eddie had stepped back up, cheeks flushed and skin shining. His voice was low when he spoke.

“This last one I wrote a couple months ago, Sleeping Siren.” 

Eddie had looked everywhere but at you, but the implication was clear. It felt like the whole world had faded away, no longer in a sweaty seedy bar, no longer in a crowd; just you and him as he sang a song he had written for you. 

You’re not sure you’ve ever cheered louder, voice raspy in the aftermath despite the water bottle Eddie pushes into your hand once he hears you.

“That. Was. Amazing.” Your hands grab onto Eddie’s shoulders, yanking him into you. He’s covered in sweat, having discarded his vest halfway through the show when it got too hot with all of the packed bodies in the bar. “Color me impressed Munson.”

“I expect nothing less of a mega-fan,” Eddie laughs, arms wrapping around your waist. He tucks his nose into its usual spot in your hair, leaning further down until he can rest his entire face in the crook of your shoulder. 

You help him and his bandmates take down the set, sluggish as the late hour starts to catch up to you. Eddie bids his friends goodnight with a wave, arm slung around you as you both walk out into the cool night. There’s still a blanket of snow on almost everything you can see, less so now that it all has started to melt, spring slowly blooming all around you. 

The drive home is more muted, passing under streetlights every few hundred feet as you stare at Eddie. His face lights up under every one, his eyes focused on the road in front of him, sneaking glances at you when you aren’t looking. You’re filled with so much gratitude that he shared this with you, invited you to see this part of him. 

“So, did you have fun?” He finally asks twenty minutes into the ride. 

You hum thoughtfully, kicking your feet onto his dashboard and leaning back. You cover your mouth as you yawn before answering. “Yeah, Eddie that was fucking insane.”

Eddie turns to look at you again, catching the way your eyelids have already started to droop. You had mentioned not getting good sleep the night before– it being one of those nights that you actually spent at your own home. Though those seem to happen less and less as time goes on. 

“Tired sweetheart?” Eddie coos, one hand reaching out to grab onto yours. He pulls your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Even half asleep your stomach swoops out from under you. You yawn again, this time even bigger and squeeze his hand. 

“Yeah, ‘m sleepy.” 

“Then go to sleep sweetheart, I’ll wake you up when we get home.”  Home. It sounds so lovely when he says it like that. His home, your home, they have started to become synonymous. The sentiment is cozy enough to send you spiraling further into your tiredness, eyes closed as you drift off in the calm quiet of his van. Eddie keeps his promise, letting you sleep until you both get home and holding your hand the entire drive.

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