#it is after midnight

[riality-check]

Steve didn’t think he could fall more in love with Eddie. Hell, there were so many days where his heart felt too big for his chest, when he thought love would crack his body open and spill out for the world to see.

It’s such a good feeling.

He should stop being surprised by Eddie after all these years, but Steve can’t really help it. He’s still falling in love with him.

He isn’t even in the same room as him. He’s in the living room, grinning like an idiot and listening to Eddie sing to their daughter. 

It’s not even a good song. It’s fucking Old McDonald because their kid is a year old and starting to learn real words. Time fucking flies when you’re a parent, Steve has discovered. He remembers the day they got her like it was yesterday.

“Old McDonald had a farm,” Eddie sings, then he waits.

“Yayayayo,” Cora babbles back.

Steve smiles so hard, he feels like his face is gonna split open.

“And on his farm, he had a...”

“Dut.”

“Duck,” Eddie says, and Steve can hear the smile in his voice. “Eieio.”

Steve listens as Eddie sings the song, listens to Cora babble along. Listens to her mimic the drawl that comes out whenever Eddie sings to her.

“Yayayayo,” Cora finishes the song, then demands, “gen.”

“No can do, sugarplum,” Eddie says, drawl still there. Steve tries not to melt in the middle of the hall. “It’s bedtime.”

“Gen,” Cora says. Steve can see her little pout perfectly in his head.

Eddie sighs. “You gotta learn when to quit.”

“No,” Cora says. It’s her favorite word. 

Steve, still sitting on the couch, muffles his laugh.

“You get that from your dad,” Eddie says, and then he starts the song up again.

Steve listens to Eddie, listens to the way he talks and sings only when he’s at home with them. It’s sweet like sugar - which is what Eddie calls Steve when he’s feeling particularly sweet.

Steve knows where it all comes from. Eddie told him how it, the way his mom and dad talked, comes out when he’s singing to Cora. How he lets it stick around for a while, breaking the habit of trying to sound like he was born and raised in Hawkins. Even if Steve sometimes makes fun of the way he’ll say “supper” instead of “dinner” or puts an extra syllable before words, he loves it.

He stays in the living room as long as he can, listening to Eddie sing soft and sweet. He savors the moment like sugar on his tongue.

“She’s down,” Eddie whispers, coming into the living room. “There’s gotta be an easier way to do that.”

Steve smiles at the way Eddie hasn’t fixed his voice yet. “Maybe she likes hearing you sing.”

“Like you do?” Eddie teases.

“Like I do,” Steve confirms. 

Eddie kisses him, soft and sweet just like his singing. When they break apart, he whispers, “Bed, darlin’?”

“Sounds good to me if you come with.”

“Always will,” Eddie says.

Yeah. Steve likes this Eddie, too. The soft and sweet one only he gets to hear.

[dear-ao3]

were doing real good here tonight

[garak]

thumbs up is one of the most useful and versatile things that an autistic boy can have in his arsenal

[thatonebabybat]

JJBA characters be like "Man, it's gonna take FOREVER to find this mysterious stand user we're looking for! Just look at this crowd!"

[kosalus]

bicep meme 2 electric boogaloo with dame aylin and isobel

[ificanthaveus]

You're Losing Me & lyric parallels

[xenksfightscene]

Xenk Yendar’s Fight Scene set to:

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) - ABBA

(YouTube link)

[0vergrowngraveyard]

knighting his baby brother...........

inspired by @000marie198's post

[werewolfaday]

day 105

[violetbudd]

goth blinkies based on their albums

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[feydfuckernation]

[kill bill sirens]

[maryonnaise]

House Rules

[makanidotdot]

ELUNE CONVO FIX IT part 2

part 1

there!!! i just think that's nice

also kept thinking this lol

actual reality of elune seeing the night elves and choosing to adopt them:

[garak]

i understand stoners of the 60s and 70s deeply because if i didnt have computer and internet and all i had to entertain myself was prog rock and pulpy sci fi fantasy novels i would be smoking hella and imagining kingdoms of gnomes and alien prophesies all day too and lord knows i would have been impressed by air brush paintings

[dissolvedvoid]

Sean Brennan of London After Midnight / Ghastly Magazine issue 2, 1992

[melancholyfleurs]

something so deeply erotic about laying in between someone’s legs after you’ve gone down and licking your fingers off to taste every last drop in between little kisses to their trembling thighs, hips and tummy… yeah