#let me liveeeeeeee

[harmonictechnicality]

Steve wakes up around three or four in the morning almost every night. He’s always careful getting out of bed. Small movements, slow footsteps. Minimal bones cracking. Doesn’t want to wake Eddie. Not that he needs to be this careful because his boyfriend could sleep through several natural disasters (and if someone bothered to wake him in this scenario, he’d put an impotency curse on them or some equally fucked-up shit). 

But that’s one of the reasons why they work. Not because of the sad-dick curse thing. They just exist on different sides of the scale. The raging insomniac and the deepest sleeper known to mankind. It balances out in the weirdest possible way.

Still… he’s always careful. Can never be too careful.

Steve doesn’t really do much when he wakes up at this ungodly hour. He sort of walks around their duplex, drinks a glass of water, opens a window to breathe in that pre-sunrise air. It fills his lungs up differently than normal air. At least, it feels like it does.

Like less people are breathing it in. Like he can take up space without feeling selfish. The logic doesn’t really add up but whatever. Concepts like logic and science are overrated at four in the morning.

After another lap around the place, he slides back into the covers, drapes an arm over Eddie’s waist. His t-shirt is rumpled up to his chest, so Steve is met with linen-warm skin. His fingers curve into Eddie’s sides, pulling himself closer. 

Steve yawns, breathing out all of his pre-sunrise air. Inhales the scent of his boyfriend instead. Smiles like an idiot into the pillow because it’s totally a fair trade.

And Eddie… well, he doesn’t even budge - doesn’t even stir when Steve settles in next to him. He just continues to wheeze through his nose, mouth slightly open. Not quite a snore, but Steve will probably tease him about it in the morning regardless. 

This right here. This makes Steve’s shitty sleep cycle worth it.

The sun pokes through the window blinds. Eddie pokes Steve’s cheek. Too much poking going on for Steve who definitely didn’t get enough sleep, per usual.

“You got up last night.” Eddie mumbles, still lazily poking him. 

“How’d you know?”

“Bed felt different.”

Oh. The way Eddie says it. A crash of honesty. His voice sounds weathered, unused from sleeping. Barely awake. It sort of hits Steve’s heart like a crime he didn’t even know he was capable of committing. 

Honestly, he doesn’t get why last night would be any different. Steve gets up most nights, not just last night. But Eddie looks particularly wounded by this (new) realization, so Steve probably shouldn’t point that out right now. Maybe in the afternoon when Eddie is more alert. Less… offended.

“Well, I’m back now.” Steve grabs Eddie’s index finger, the one poking him, and places it over his own lips. Bites at it gently till Eddie pulls away in protest. He’s smiling as he swears. Lets out a string of half-hearted threats about how he’s gonna pour Steve’s hair supplies down the sink for such a vicious attack. 

It’s a little irresistible when Eddie gets like this. When he’s the pouty one instead of Steve. All he can think to do is reach out, curl his hand underneath Eddie’s chin and pull him in. Eddie moves so easily, gives up his one-sided fight long enough to kiss Steve. Hands running up his back, legs hooking around Steve’s thighs.

Drowsy, morning kisses are so good. So, so good. Their lips feel heavier, their motions feel thicker. Every touch is guided by pure need. Steve fucking needs this, to feel Eddie curving into him, arms framing his own, groaning every damn time they break away. It all makes Steve feel needed too. Needed by the guy who changed the trajectory of his life by asking Steve to ‘hang out or something’ two years ago. 

Or Something turned out to be absolutely everything.

“New rule.” Eddie huffs, drags his lips down Steve’s jaw. “For every hour you spend awake during the night, you owe me.”

Steve laughs. “I owe you, huh?”

“Mhmm. You owe me an extra hour of wallowing in bed together in the morning.”

“What about work?”

“The hours will have to rollover, I guess. Accrue interest.” Eddie lifts up from Steve’s neck, eyebrows raised. Clearly having too much fun with this. “We can hash out the details over coffee and burnt toast.”

Typically, Steve would play along, continue the little comedy routine that Eddie starts up. But he’s so damn tired from the lack of sleep and early fucking wake-up call. So instead, he tugs Eddie back down by his collar and whispers, “Whatever you say, baby.”

Because that’s what it boils down to. He’d do anything for Eddie to kiss him this deep, till their lips blister and their jaws ache. Steve would give every fragment of lovesick happiness in his heart, just to hear the way Eddie says his name all breathy and raw. 

He can’t say that out loud, dear god no. Eddie would mock his ass into next century. So Steve just hums into Eddie’s mouth, twists the collar of his shirt enough to permanently wrinkle it. They’re verging into that gray area between cable-approved makeout sessions and dry humping till the alarm goes off. If there wasn’t an alarm to worry about, Steve would already have Eddie’s boxers already his ankles and moaning his name the way he likes it best.

Whoever invented alarm clocks are the ultimate boner-killer.

Steve ducks his head into the crook of Eddie’s neck, lays a few quick kisses on top of his shoulder. Hopes that translates to, ‘I wanna suck you off till there’s nothing left, but I’m a boring fucking adult with a boring fucking job.’ 

The translation must be clear enough because Eddie rolls off of him and heads to the bathroom. Seems just as grumpy about it as Steve. Good. They can be cranky together.

When he comes back out, they get ready for their respective work shifts. Steve looks over, watches Eddie struggle with a tangled portion of his hair, before giving up.  Accepting defeat way faster than Steve ever would. “Uh, Eddie?” He tries his best to hide his snickering through the question.

“Yeah?”

“Why does it matter if I wake up sometimes?” Okay. Most times.

“You’re gone.” Eddie shrugs. “Simple as that.”

The reaction is too mellow for Eddie though. Shrugging and dismissiveness? Nah. He’s downplaying the shit out of whatever he’s feeling, and Steve’s not having it.

“What do you mean it’s simple?”

“It’s just… I don’t know. Doesn’t seem fair.” Eddie checks the clock, then sighs. “I want more time.”

More time? More time with Steve or more time in general? Either way, it doesn’t add up. They’re young - they have all the fucking time they could ever want. Also, they live together and have all the same friends. It’s not exactly a logical theory.

Then again, neither is Steve’s ‘pre-sunrise air supply’ theory. None of it makes sense. But at least they’re here. Wanting fresh air and each other. That’s enough logic for a lifetime.

“Hey.” Steve walks over and takes Eddie’s hand. He taps over his ring finger, the one that symbolizes something they can’t have. Not now, not in this society. Still. It means something. So he stares intently at it, rubs over the place where a ring might sit. Thinks that Eddie would pick out something bold. Something gaudy and perfectly him.

More time. Steve gets it, he does. He releases Eddie’s hand and nods. Smiles.

“I’ll steal us as much time as I can, Eddie Munson.”

[pedroisghosties]

Now I'll never be able to unsee it or stop thinking about it

Good fuckin bye

[drhubrisworm]

I feel that since I have lost my watch which took my ability to properly function bad things have happened more, surely this is a sign and not just cause I am in a bad mood.

[yankvorian-000]

Hey!! Would you be able to do just like a really cutesy dallas winston x reader, like maybe he has a soft spot for reader or sum, ik it's basic but I live for these :))

This is so cutesy patootsey i liveeeeeeee

this’ll be a pretty short one but basically headcannons

im also going to pretend Johnny and Dally didnt die because i cant cope😿😿

warnings: literally nothing just fluffy and comforting

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- despite his big bad cover up he’s gentle, and soft around you, like youre a scared cat though you tell him youre tough.

- Dally WILL defend you with his life, you and Johnny, he’ll beat up anyone to cross you.

-he cant get enough of you and those looks, the face that makes him soft, that make him yearn.

im gonna write a little oneshot guys let me cook

basically: She is a sensitive soul, often gets panicky and jumpy, but Dal is always there to comfort her, whenever she needs it.

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You start to panic, suddenly everything is so much louder, and so much more overwhelming than it was ten minutes ago. Youd had a bad day prior to all of the current happenings right now, and now you were curled up in a ball on your bedroom floor, with Dallas hushing you and rubbing your back gently as you pant,

“i got you, dollface, shhh…”

he says, his voice barely above a whisper, rubbing small figure eights along your spine soothingly. Small praises fall from his lips while he places a soft squeeze to your thigh, reassuring you.

This continues for a while as he holds you close, letting you whimper into his chest until youve calmed down.

“did so good,” he kisses your forehead gently “so good.” he whispers.

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this was so short guys i apologise Anon😿😿

hope it feeds you well 🫶🏼🫶🏼

mwah! -kat

[catluvr12453]

PLSSS LET ME LIVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

[onlyjaeyun]

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THEIR BONDING OH MY GODHAHSJAHDHA also jungwon I hate that he's so so so rational LIKE OH MY GOD LET ME LIVEEEEEEEE

Anyways I'm VVV EXCITED for the rest of the chapters LIKE VERY EXCITED 🗣️🗣️🗣️📢📢📢‼️‼️‼️

and well I gave my exam and the first thing I did after laying down on da bed was read chapter 42 ‼️‼️‼️‼️

p.s. my exams are actually fucking me over so much like I have 2 days to prepare for economics wish me luck I might die on the weekend 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

BDKWNFLE THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH BABY!!!!🥺🤍 always so happy to know that you guys find such comfort in my smaus 😫🤍🌷💐

i really really really hope your exams go well and that you can take a huge and very much deserved break asap, youve got this baby!🥺🥺🤍💞🌥️

[danielsarmand]

STOP JAILING MY POSTS TUMBLR LET ME LIVEEEEEEEE

[gentletwin]

My drafts: hey you know all that cleanup you’ve gotten done on your blog lately? Now that that’s at a good spot, maybe you should work on us

Me:

Drafts:

Me: Lucas playlist?

Drafts: NO

[acrosstobear]

MY MENTAL CAPACITY TO PROCESS AN UNBOXED IS 0 BUT HERE WE FUCKING ARE OH MY GOD

[its-short-for-jackalope]

NOOOO WHERE DID IT FUCKING GO WHY DID YOU EAT MY POST I DONT WANNA MAKE IT A *THIRD* TIME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

LET ME LIVEEEEEEEE

for the love of God tumblr will you PLEASE just post my fuckin images

[iamnathanscott]

Me trying to do my daily tasks:

Louis and Harry creeping in the back of my mind: SHINE! WE MADE IT!!!!!!

[flickerline]

not me physically shaking after this episode; peaky blinders is one sick show

[cultiverunjardin]

every time I ask if there’s alcohol in a dish there’s some mf who’s like “alcohol evaporates at [whatever] degrees” and I’m like is that what I asked ???!!! Do you think you’re the first clever mf to tell me that ???? makes me irrationally angry lol

[ownerofidaho]

my hobbies include

pushing away these girls that maybe really like me

cutting people off

trusting nobody

missing seeing the red on your face when i made you blush

getting death threats often until their meanings start to soften

missing having sex but not wanting to die anymore

[higherpowershelpme]

This is the best thing I've ever read !!! I'm cackling cx

Sorry porsh no cat but I have three fat lil corgos who love attention

Imagine: The Arcana characters being stuck in the real world with you

Author note: This came out as stupid as I thought lol

“Asra!” A loud male voice, coming out as a yell was suddenly heard from the room next to the one you were in and darted you up and alert. Was someone trying to break into your house? Did you just hear the name… Asra? You grabbed the nearest object to you that could be used as defence - the knife you were eating your dinner with and slowly walked to the next room, heart pounding painfully in your chest. You heard quiet voices.

“What?” A male voice, calmer than the other one asked “I didn’t do anything.” A small chuckle followed “You wound me, Ilya.” Then a female voice, soft like velvet, remarked indifferently “Then pray tell, how did we end up in a situation like this?” The sound of metal caught your attention, as it scraped on the wall, followed by a petty sneer from another male “And who in the world was in charge of the interior decorating?”

You peeked from around the door and what you saw made you gasp, catching the attention of everyone in the room. They turned around to look at you and you couldn’t believe your eyes! They looked just like the Arcana cast! “Who are you?” Asra asked calmly “Where are we?” You couldn’t speak. You didn’t even know how you feel about this! “Well, if the company is as lovely as this person I certainly wouldn’t mind spending several days here. Wherever here is.” Julian shot you a cheeky smile.

It was hard to explain to them where they are. It was an even bigger shock to Nadia and Lucio who realized they can’t spend Vesuvian money in real life. Nadia needed a shopping therapy to cope with all this. Even if she claimed nothing in the store was her style, she still ended up buying several (quite expensive) dresses. The shock on her face was softly said when the cashier told her he won’t take her money. At least she wasn’t like Lucio who went into a fit, claiming he could buy the store and the entire mall even, made a scene, said the clothes were ugly and shamelessly asked you for money five minutes later.

Asra was taking all this in more calmly. He had plans to open another shop, but when you told him the people feel differently about magic now, he honestly looked a bit anxious about his future and went deep into thought about what else he could do. Julian didn’t give a damn about anything and straight out asked you about the nearest bar, to which you refused to let him go, afraid he will get lost. Muriel tried to act chill as ever even though you could tell he was panicking on the inside and had a hard time finding his place. Portia, on the other hand, was thrilled and asked you about everything, took some of your clothes and had a great interest in technology.

A few days passed and things were seemingly calming down, everyone were seemingly getting along and getting used to the new atmosphere. Nadia was looking through a fashion catalog and cringing at every piece of cloth she saw “Ugh. Do these people not know how to dress?” Julian was playing a video game on the floor and laughing loudly every time he progressed. Muriel isolated himself in your room and of course, you knew better than to disturb him. Portia had snatched your phone to take selfies and caption with the slangs she had learned from you even if they didn’t always make sense. And Lucio was in the bathroom, bathing for the fifth time today much to the dismay of the rest of you. “You know.” Asra stated as you were sitting together on the couch “You really remind me of my apprentice.” You rolled your eyes “You don’t say.”

Suddenly you were interrupted by hurried, loud and heavy knocks on the door. It didn’t stop until you reached the door and open it. “You know, this is a nice change.” Nadia stated with a slight smile “I could use a break from the courtiers.” Not even a moment later, just as you opened the door, you were met with just the people she was talking about. “There you are!” Vulgora, who was knocking, yelled, looking past you to your guests. “Oh no.” Julian groaned. “I see doctor Devorak made it as well.” Valdemar stated with a mocking grin “I honestly thought you would get lost, knowing you.”

Angrily, you gathered all your courage and stepped up to Valdemar, pushing him back “You have no idea how long I’ve been meaning to roast your ass off, you dickbag! You think I’m gonna let you talk shit to Jules without getting an asswhooping, huh? Well, I’ve got plenty of beef with you.” You yelled in their face, cracking your knuckles. Valdemar was really more shocked at your words than anything, because he didn’t understand them and just stared at you with wide eyes. “Excuse you?” They sassed “Roast me?” Volta interrupted with a murmur “I wonder how that would taste like…” That was really the only sound for awhile, because everyone was watching you mouths agape, trying to explain the words to themselves. “You go, Y/N!” Portia exclaimed, clapping her hands.

“What a circus.” Valerius scoffed, his usual wine glass in hand “We are coming in.” He pushed past everyone, making his way inside “You have no idea what it took us to get here. These peasants dared mock us! What did they say… Something about a… Halloween party?” You tried to contain your laughter at that statement. Valerius sat on the couch with a groan, lifting his legs up on the coffee table. “You!” He called out at you “Wine. Your most expensive kind. I don’t drink anything cheap.” You raised your eyebrow, walking back inside, basically slamming the door in the other courtiers faces. “Weird flex but okay.” You stated indifferently, confusing everyone once again. “Flex?” Valerius repeated. “Vally?!” Lucio’s loud voice was suddenly heard, startling everyone. Valerius looked at him. “Count Lucio…” Valerius grumbled “Do not call me that.”

“Lucio!” You yelled “He is not staying here!” Lucio raised an eyebrow “Yes he is. The rest can sleep under a bridge, but he is staying here.” Was he testing you? Bad idea. “Alright.” You shrugged, walking over to the door and opening it, where the other courtiers were still standing, but you paid them absolutely no mind. “Here is a doormat. He can sleep here since you want him around so much.” They both stared at you with shock, offended “I will not allow this!” Lucio sassed, but you weren’t having any of that. “The house is mine, bitch.” You stressed the last word “If you don’t like it, you both can sleep on the doormat.”

After throwing both Lucio and Valerius out, the mood was much more light. Even Muriel decided to open up a little. Julian was just as flirtatious towards you as before, but the pickup lines Portia read to him really made you cringe. “Y/N, I would take you to the movies but they don’t allow snacks inside.” He winked at you with a smirk, before turning around and murmuring to Portia “What does that mean?”

Asra was really nice to you, giving you Tarot readings whenever you want and offering to teach you if you wanted, but he never really figured out that you were the apprentice all this time. “You’re a natural!” Asra exclaimed when you successfully read the cards for him “You remind me so much of my apprentice back in Vesuvia!” You gave an awkward smile nodding your head “Thanks, Asra.”

Portia made an Instagram and gained thousands of followers in a short period of time and posts cat videos and aesthetic photos with a lot of hashtags. Nadia too became an Instagram model and even planned to become a writer. You were confident she would do great because she was a great writer. Portia not once asked you to get a cat, but you had to deny her every time. “Portia, there are so many people here, all we need is a cat!”

Muriel… You noticed he was more peaceful now. He fed the pigeons every morning, noon and evening and ever since he lived with you, suddenly all the stray dogs and cats started living around your home. He even built them a small wooden house, along with a birdhouse for the sparrows and other little birds.

[a-christmas-fruitcake]

My parents went to Germany and my mom brought back a German copy of Bluebear he's so cute I'm cry