#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

[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!!!!!!!!!!!

[hasanpits]

yes i drank an amf at work 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!🥺🥺🤍💞🌥️

[starrierknight]

idk if it is just me,, but i HATE HATE HATE it when i’m reading a dom!reader fic and in every. single. paragraph. the writer decides to remind you that the reader is usually the submissive one and that the character is really dominant and so on,, like it just ruins the fic for me,, and it’s especially sad when u like the tags 😕😕

-🩰

NOOOOOO IT'S SO ANNOYING BRO LIKE LET ME LIVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUTHORS PLS STOP PROJECTING THEIR INSECURITIES ONTO THEIR READER INDERTS I BEGGGGGG. we live in not much of a society </3

like damn. just commit pls just commit. or tag it as switch reader or smth. it's not rocket science ghkjdfns

[danielsarmand]

STOP JAILING MY POSTS TUMBLR LET ME LIVEEEEEEEE

[mtm99]

I think what we all have to remember also is that Mase has basically dedicated his whole life to football up until now. He’s said himself before that he never went to parties or anything growing up. Let the man liveeeeeeee, Mase come see me if you want some fun🤣

Literally!!

[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!!!!!!

[9ries-moved]

me, a soft:

my friends:

[goayeos]

BITCHES PUTTING THEIR NOSE IN EVERYTHINGGGGGGG

LET ME LIVEEEEEEEE

@goayeos I’m tired of this shit.

[flickerline]

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