For a Dreamer, Night's the Only Time of Day

It’s inspired by some specific video of Joe

i hate it when someone asks me what my favorite work of art is because i can't say "the one of the woman chilling on the rocks with a dragon lying in her lap and giving off powerful big dick energy" but how else am i supposed to describe it

this is the definition of living deliciously

More Djo tour content 🥰😁😁. He looks like he’s enjoying that back massage 😂😂😂

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a little bit 🚬😆

silly cutie and hot

tiny slutty waist

At least show us the bison!

The best update.

wholesome and true - do not mess with the wildlife

@bovineblogger this video is doing the rounds again and it’s a must see for the bovine lover supreme.

gimme gimme gimme

I've read several fics where Steve realizes he's bi and has a slut phase and Eddie's like silently suffering because he assumes that Steve would never want him that way

But what if Eddie is the one who has the bisexual epiphany. The man nearly died in an alternate dimension and Steve fucking Harrington carried his half dead body out of hell. Steve saved his life, literally breathed life back into him via CPR and it's giving Eddie feelings.

Steve has known he's queer. He came out shortly after Robin on the floor of the mall bathroom high on Russian truth serum. He had his secret thing with Tommy and Carol...and the weird vibes with Billy. He never knew if Billy wanted to fuck him or kill him, frankly he assumes it was both. The man was fine, if not a complete dickhead.

It's not a secret but Eddie has no idea. Hawkins isn't a place you advertise that sort of thing and the few people who know, guard that secret closely. In fact, Eddie assumes he has no shot in hell with Steve, so he leans into his slut era.

Yes, he's openly referring to it as his slut era. It drives Steve wild with jealousy. Robin convinces the older party to go to a gay bar in Indy and Eddie's all hell yeah time to let my inner slut out to play and Steve's huffing and puffing with jealousy.

With every lingering glance, every dance, every time someone buys him a drink or touches Eddie's arm, Steve feels himself going a bit more feral.

It culminates in Steve thoroughly cockblocking Eddie. He actually steps in between this douchebag that's trying to get Eddie to go home with him.

He says something like hey baby, I've been looking for you everywhere...ready to go home? Slips an arm around Eddie's waist and leans in close.

Eddie is dumbfounded. His gast has been flabbered. He's confused and very annoyed, but also intrigued because why is Steve acting so jealous?

Robin is the one to let Eddie in on the secret. She mentions how she's surprised Steve didn't let one guy buy him a drink and that she saw him throw several phone numbers away.

Eddie's like...because Steve is straight I fucking know??

Robin just laughs and says that he's queer as fuck, just too busy staring down every single person that dares to look Eddie's way.

So Eddie quickly adjusts from slut era to being a slut only for Steve Harrington era. He really puts on a big show about how sad he is that Steve cockblocked him.

Flutters his eyelashes and puts on his sexiest smirk and asks Steve how are you gonna make this up to me, big boy??

Steve proceeds to make it up to him, over and over all night long. He makes sure to tell Eddie he wants this all the time, exclusively.

And Eddie's already smitten anyways, so he's very much on board with the exclusivity. 💕

Steve shows up at Eddie's place with a baseball cap and a hoodie pulled tight so just his face is peeking out. It takes like an hour of Eddie pestering him until he reveals the crime scene on his head--- turns out, Steve tried to give himself highlights but botched it, and had to buzz all his hair off.

"You gotta tell me," Steve begs, running his fingers through at what's left of his hair. "How did you pull it off? Y'know, when you were in 8th grade--- you had a buzz cut and you still looked hot. Is it a bone structure thing, or what? You gotta help me, my hair was like, the only thing I had going for me."

Eddie's brain basically melts out of his ears at the idea that 1) Steve thought he was hot in 8th grade, 2) Steve thinks he has good bone structure, and 3) Steve genuinely doesn't seem to realize that even if he looked like Mr. Clean he would still be the hottest guy in Indiana

there’s this extremely kind soul of a woman on instagram that makes accessible recipes that don’t require standing, chopping, or a stove and she might just have a permanent place in my heart

She's on YouTube too! For non-Instagram using friends:

I love her, she's great. Her recipes are friendly for both physical and/or intellectual disabilities. And her 5-year-old helps her cook. 🥰

Link to her YouTube channel:

Author: vivisea Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teacher Steve Harrington, Baker Eddie Munson, The Plot of a Holiday Rom-Com, Fluff and Angst, Getting Together

Summary:

I believe that Steve is a massive fan of the band Queen (and also blondie but this isn't about that)

And even though Eddie thinks they're definitely overrated, he notices how damn happy Steve is when he hears any Queen song and now, he's gotta be the one to make that mans face light up.

So, after a long, long, excruciating amount of begging, Eddie has convinced his band to do him a favor. Steve regularly comes to their shows, even though their style of music is a bit edgy for him he loves seeing Eddie perform.

And Eddie can't hide his smirk when he sees Steve in that same booth he was always in, the blush going to his ears and his grin undeniably dorky and happy, as Eddie and his band sing Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.

Any Port In A Storm

Written for @steddiebingo's A Splash of Summer event, prompt: 'Rain'!

wc: 1.4k words | rated: G | cw: none | tags: pre-steddie, getting together, Eddie's van breaks down, small gestures | AO3

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Eddie tries a third time to start his van where it's broken down on the side of the road. He's already soaked, having done his damnedest to figure out the problem in the pouring rain, so he turns the key and hopes. “C'mon, c'mon baby please…”

For a second it sounds like it might start, clunking rhythmically, but nope. No dice.

Great.