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thefatedthoughtofyou · 10 months

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So there's a 60s song. One of my favorites. I have several, but let's not focus on that. Its called Give Him A Great Big Kiss by The Shangri-Las, and everytime i hear it, it makes me think of steddie.

More so of Steve finding the song, probably in his mom's old record case. And he's always loved the song. But then he met Eddie. And it's meaning changed. His thoughts constantly drifting to Eddie when he hears it. And he starts singing it all goofy and love sick when he hears it now.

He and Robin work at a bar downtown, Eddie works at the mechanic shop around the corner. He comes in for early lunch a lot, and that's how they meet. They get along great. All of them do. Robin loves him to death. As far as she's concerned she gained another soulmate along side Steve. One who blabbers like her and they rant at each other constantly, Steve watching them fondly.

But he's also got it bad for Eddie. Obviously. And Robin knows this. Knows about the song. And the way Steve sings it all gooey and adoring and lost in thought.

After a few plays of the song she sings along with him, they duet they're hearts out when it comes on and the bar is empty. Usually right before they open. Both of them using mops, or bottles, or dishrags as microphones as they sing.

Eddie is pining too. He's got it so bad for Steve that he finds it hard to look at him sometimes. And Robin, drukenly one night, after Steve had fallen alseep in his chair beside the pool, had told Eddie to shoot his shot. That he'd sink it, or get a home run, or a touchdown, or some other sports term that neither of them really understood.

But everytime Eddie has tried to make a move, something comes up. They get interrupted. Every. Single. Time. Eddie had decided fate was against them and almost given up hope.

He'd had a plan today. Come to the bar for lunch before they opened, ask him, whether Robin was there or not. She'd been making it a point to not speak to them if it looked like they were talking about something important. Eddie knew it was pity for him. Was endlessly greatful.

But that was how he ended up at the bar. Ducking in the side entrance they left open for him. And he's about to burst in like normal, all loud enthusiasm to see his friends, but he hears Steve groaning about something, hears Robin laughing, hears his name, and it stops him, his hand pressed gently to the door.

"Uuugghhh my god. I'm useless. I was so good at this in school. I could ask anyone out. Like it was nothing." Steve grumbles, Eddie's stomach flutters, he pushed the door open, just a crack, can only see Robin where she's perched on the bar top, legs crossed.

"Maybe that's the problem." She shrugs, Eddie sees her drop her hand to the left, he bites his lip and carefully pushes the door a bit further. He has to stifle a laugh when he sees Steve, looking forlorn, head dropped onto the bar, Robin's hand petting at his hair absent-mindedly. He turns his head to look up at her and Eddie moves to the side a bit, hoping Steve doesn't notice him.

"Huh?" He huffs, glares up at her. She pats the side of his face a couple times and takes her hand back.

"You said you did it like it was nothing. Maybe this isn't nothing? With Eddie, I mean. Maybe it's... bigger. Better!" Her hands move in a flurry in front of her as she talks, Steve ducks away from them as he sits up on the stool properly.

"Better. ...elaborate?" He says slowly, his eyes on the ceiling, his face all screwed up the way Eddie loves, his concentration face, it would be Eddie's downfall one day.

Robin nods enthusiastically, plops her feet down onto the stool next to Steve.

"Well does it feel different? With Eddie? Than it did with all those other people?" She asks, looking down at him with an impossibly fond look.

Eddie watches Steve bite his lip, think for a long moment, his hand moves absent-mindedly to his stomach. Eddie mirrors him, his stomach fluttering as he watches. Feeling a bit guilty, but he can't look away. He can't move. He has to keep listening. Needs the courage, he tells himself. Steve nods.

"Yeah it does. It's different. He's different." Steve says, and he's got this dopey look on his face that Eddie's never seen. Robin nods, slides down off the bar, her butt replacing her feet as she holds Steve's knees tightly.

"Different then what? Then who?" Robin promtps, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Different then everyone." Steve breathes it like a prayer and then immediately shoves his face into his hands with a groan as Robin makes a high pitched noise in her throat.

"You know what this needs don't you?" She asks, excitement coursing through her now. She's on her feet before Steve answers, bouncing out of veiw, toward the jukebox in the corner. Steve groans again and turns to follower her.

"Alcohol?" He asks, voice dry. Eddie hears Robin snort.

"Maybe after work. But right now what we need, is.... drum roll please." She draws out the please. Eddie watches Steve sit on the stool, watching her. He gives her nothing.

"I said drum roll!!" She shouts, and Steve grins, tapping his hands on the stool between his legs.

"Theeeeeee Eddie song!" She sings, and Eddie faintly hears the click of the Jukebox before a womans voice fills the air. Music kicking in after the first few words, Steve already bobbing along. Eddie's heart stutters in his chest. He knows this song. Has heard Steve humming it a few times. It's not a bad song. Eddie's open to things.

He watches Robin dance back into view as Steve starts mouthing the words, pretending to fight against it. But all Eddie can hear are the lyrics, as Steve really starts to get into it, taking Robin's hand and letting her pull him off his seat.

"Thick wavy hair. A little too long. All day loooong, he's singin his song." Steve starts to sway, and Eddie can't do it, they're moving out of view and he needs to see this. He ducks through the door quietly and sinks back to the back corner silently, both of them lost in the song as they dance. Robin chiming in now.

"Well, what color are his eyes?" She asks Steve, perfectly in sync with the song, they've clearly done this... a lot. Steve shrugs and counters,

"I don't know. He's always wearing shades." He sighs wistfully.

"Is he tall?" Robin asks, climbing back onto the bar, laying on her stomach, feet kicked up in the air.

"Well, I've got to look up." Steve stays out on the dining floor, dancing between the tables, swaying his hips.

"Yeah? Well I hear he's bad." Robin scrunches her face as she sings.

"Hmm. He's good bad. But he's not evil." Steve furrow his brow, 'thinking'.

"Tell me more. Tell me more." Robin sings, kicking her feet to the beat, chin in her hands as she grins at Steve. He does a fancy twirl and falls into a chair, dreamy look on his face as he continues.

"Big bulky sweaters, to match his eyes. Dirty fingernails, oh boy what a prize." He swoons a little, his head resting on his chin for a moment before he spins up out of the chair again, dancing towards Robin as he sings through the chorus again.

Eddie's breathing is fast now, his palms sweating as he watches and listenes to Steve sing about kissing him in the street, and loving and caring for him. Wanting to always be there for him. Eddie doesn't miss how fond he looks.

He's looked fond this entire time. Fond and... something else. Eddie's not sure there's a word for it. But he thinks 'longing' might be close. He wipes his palms on his grease stained jeans and moves foward, slowly, not wanting to draw attention, but he can't stay put any longer. Robin chimes in again, rolling onto her back dramatically, arms crossed over her chest.

"Is he a good dancer?"

"What do you mean is a good dancer?" Steve laughs into the line and Eddie's stomach flutters, he could watch Steve like this forever.

"Well how does he dance?" Robin sings, sitting up and facing Steve as he closes in on the stool in front of her, places his hands on it and practically sighs the last line.

"Close. Very, very, close."

The music fades. Robin singing the last of the 'oohs' gently as it does, both her and Steve smiling at each other. Eddie takes this moment to bump into a chair, sending it screeching a few inches across the floor, both of them flailing as they turn to look at him.

"Oh my god!" Robin yells, her hands clamping over her mouth. Steve is frozen as she looks between him and Eddie. Eddie raises one hand from his thigh, wobbles his hand in an awkward wave.

"Uhh... hey." He says, brilliantly. Steve's face is getting redder and redder as he stands there, and Eddie can see him tensing. About to bolt.

So he does something he's never been very good at. For Steve. He finds his bravery and walks right up to Steve, plants himself in front of him, hands landing on his shoulders harder than he meant too, but Steve doesn't flinch.

"Hey." Eddie breathes, his thumbs soothing over Steve's collarbones.

"You already said that." Steve says flatly, he's still staring at Eddie. Eddie's pretty sure he hasn't blinked since he hit the chair.

"Right. Yeah. Lemme try somethin else then." Eddie breathes, ducks forward, presses his lips gently to Steve's, feels Steve gasp against his lips and then feels his hands clamp down on his hips, hard.

It's a small kiss. Just a press of lips really, warm, and sweet, and gentle. But when Eddie pulls back, they're both breathless. Eddie vaguely hears Robin make that happy high pitched noise again, and clapping. And then any sounds from her are drowned out by the next song that clicks on, You Send Me by Sam Cooke. Eddie loves this song.

"You wanna dance?" He asks, brushes his nose against Steve's cheek, laughs when Steve follows him, trying to catch his lips again.

"I dunno. Are you a good dancer?" Steve asks, smirking at Eddie, though his eyes are shining and soft.

"What do you mean am I good dancer?" Eddie asks, feigning offense.

"Well... how do you dance?" Steve recites, sounding almost shy.

Eddie bites his lip, wraps his arm around Steve's waist, and pulls him tightly to his chest as he turns him further onto the dance floor, guiding them between tables with an out of character grace.

"Close. Very, very, close." Eddie breathes, his heart fluttering as Steve throws his head back and laughs, his arms circling Eddie's neck as they sway together, holding each other close as the music plays on.

#OKAY Y'ALL I AM SO STOKED ABOUT THIS FIC I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #I. GONNA POST IT AND THEN RUN AWAY AND MAYBE REPAINT MY NAILS AGAIN CUZ IM NERVOUS BUT EXCITED OKAY HERE WE GOOOOOO #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #Fates Endless Inkwell #fei #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #my writing #mine #my fic

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smolgirlbigdreams · 3 months

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HEY YOU, G/T WRITER!!!

Yeah, you! C'mere!

I've seen some talk in the community recently about writers not really getting the attention they deserve/not getting as many notes as artists (and no prob with artists! We love you artists ❤️). So I thought, why not call all the g/t writers together so we can support each other? Y'know, kinda get a little g/t writing sub-community going here on Tumblr if that makes sense!! The idea being that if we band together, it's harder to get lost in the heaps of short-form content that's out there. Plus, we can read each other's work and support each other! :D

Here's an idea:

Reblog with a little bit about you and your writing! (If you write anything that might make anyone uncomfortable please leave a warning as well.)

Link your awesome g/t stories!!!

Check out other awesome stories by other g/t authors and show them some love~

I'll start!

Hi! I'm Eliza and I've been writing since around 2016, although I was a bit too scared to post anything until I started working on my current story!

Right now I'm working on a book called Too Small To Be Afraid, about a human girl living on a distant planet who has a fear of the giant race, pertheans. Only, she has to learn how to share a desk with one at school!

But enough about me! I want to hear about you! I'm excited to hear about you all and see what you're writing!!! :D

#giant/tiny #g/t #g/t community #g/t writing community #g/t writers club #I am scared out of my mind to post this but I really wanted a resource like this to happen so I thought why not start one??#I've also been starved for g/t writing so I'm excited to see what y'all have done!!#ethegjjgejtwwtjjtw okay send post AAAAAAAA

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nilesmoon · 6 months

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akyr familyisms. you agree. reblog

#SO EXCITED FOR THE FAMILY EP Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA #paradox live #akanyatsura #If I were a hateful person I wouldve added their first note. But I am not #nile talks

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arialerendeair · 6 months

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Old Town Road (AKA The "Hob is a Horse Girl" Fic)

By @arialerendeair and all art by @amielot (Art Masterpost!!)

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Dream/Hob

Rating: Explicit

Art featured in this Chapter: The Circus Posters

Summary: Hob helps to rescue Dream - a rare Unicorn Centaur from a decade of captivity at the hands of Roderick Burgess.

Dream is injured, and severely malnourished, and over the next few weeks as he heals and grows stronger - he and Hob grow closer.

When Dream sets off to return to his home, Hob accompanies him, and the two of them grow closer and closer, until they find themselves unwilling to let each other go.

Will they manage to find their happily ever after together?

(It's me, of course they will - just an adventure or seven first!)

~!~!~!~

(Chapter Preview!)

Hob had done his fair share of odd jobs over the years (and far more that he wasn't willing to admit to in polite company), especially in the last five or so, but working for a Circus was a new one. Had a hell of a lot of benefits though. Burgess, the man running the place - hadn't asked anything about his background or where he'd come from, had asked if he was willing to work hard, keep his mouth shut, and shovel shit, and had hired him on the spot when he'd said yes.

(He'd done far worse jobs for far less money. Nothing was bad if you could find the bright sides in it. Even shoveling shit.)

Now, of course, he'd done the smart thing and set about making friends. There were all sorts that worked for Burgess. Some that he kept his distance from (having a few vicious friends wasn't a reason to hate a man, but it meant Hob kept his head down and away from the Ringmaster and owner of the place), but many others he made friends with by virtue of conversation. It'd always been something he was good at, making friends, and relaxing people as they chatted together. Made even easier by the fact that he'd traveled a lot and was open to traveling more and working long hours.

Within a few weeks, he was picking up additional jobs and working in several different areas of the circus. He didn't sleep much, but the additional money he made under the table helping out each of the different bosses was worth it. Something he stuffed in his shoes and kept close to his chest when he wanted whiskey that burned his soul on certain days of the year. Especially if one of the other cleaners or security wasn't quick enough to get away from their... curiosities, as Burgess called them.

Read the rest on Ao3!

#Aria Posts #Amielot #Dreamling #Horse Girl AU #Centaur AU #Unicorn Centaur Dream #THIS IS THE FIC YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR FOLKS #i am unhinged about this fic #How unhinged you might ask?#As someone who pants'd (ie wrote without an outline) a 120k Titanic AU fic #This fic is so important that I outlined ALL of it #To the tune of more than 4k worth of outline #I am so excited for y'all to get into this fic

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queen-scribbles · 2 months

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you, undeniable you, changed me through and through --- February's kinda been the month of Ardrali on my blog, let's cap it off with V-day art from the always-fabulous @emedeme! If anyone needs me I'll be staring at this for the next several hours 😍😍😍

#endrali jade #arcann #arcann tirall #endrali/arcann #ardrali #otp: undone by you #swtor #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALKSFLAKBFKAB/LSKDB/SKD🥰🥰🤩😍🧡💕💖💖#THEY'RE SO GOOD #DOES IT MAKE SENSE IF I SAY THIS IS SO GORGEOUS I WANNA EAT IT?#does that convey the love i'm feeling fully?#y'all know i love eme and her art and have for ages <333333 #ps i have had to spelling/grammar correct p much every tag on this post that's how excited i am xD

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crescentfool · 9 months

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somehow i never drew the big cat from persona 3??? so here is ryoji and the big cat. as a treat.

#persona 3 #ryoji mochizuki #hi my name is lizz and i love cats!#minato arisato #<- he's there i guess #lizzy does art #WE'RE GOING TO PRETEND ITS STILL MONDAY.#i can't even use my oh so very behind timezone as an excuse its. its tuesday here lol #i meant to do this yday but i got distracted with moving things around on my computer #BUT THE SPIRIT IS STILL THERE!!! i am going to strive to do mochizuki monday to doodly the boy :)#i still need to readjust to drawing ryoji again so i will be using mochizuki monday to make sillies of him i hope everyone will enjoy!!!#i also have a sketch of minato with the big cat... i think i will color that after artfights done :3 #ALSO UNRELATED BUT. i have noticed that the ryoji havers are all have the trans flag in their icons... which one of u started this #THIS IS A POSITIVE THING BTW. i love seeing all of y'all lined up in notifs of ryoji posts and im like !! LOOK!!!! <3 #i've also seen that ppl are cooking in the fic tag... im so excited to read again i love u fic authors i blow u a kiss

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quirkle2 · 1 year

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suncaster warriors :)

[please don't tag as LU] ; character info under the cut

goes by wars and captain

24, 5'7"

he/him

demifluix and ace

kind and caring and silly (so silly)

heart of gold

a bit of a workaholic

has to have 1 hug every day or he will Die

in a qpr with legend <3

fights with a sword and shield

excellent leader, excels in fighting against crowds

FAST

banned from his era

dark world form is a silver ferret

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ourstaturestouchtheskies · 11 months

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Image of a Ghost, Produced by Double Exposure, 1899 from The National Archives UK // Haunted - Taylor Swift

#i just had to do this for the announcement of speak now tv #y'all have no idea i am so excited #speak now was like a foundational album for me #ghost #spirit photography #historical photography #black and white photography #haunted #haunted taylor swift #speak now #speak now album #speak now taylor swift #speak now tv #taylor swift #ts edit #tswiftedit #lyrics #lyric art #tw ghosts

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boobpancakes · 5 months

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"Play dead, the Strauds are around."

This is the start of a story that should have been rearing it's ugly end. Vladislaus Straud has been alive for too long--far too long--and was hoping for a future where he would get a stake in the chest. Luckily enough, the world's deities have proven time and time again that they hate him on a deeply personal level. There is no rest for the wicked.

Cue a light rapping on his door one evening, and the faces of two rather unamused and apathetic teenagers staring at him as if he was a wad of chewed-up gum that got stuck to their shoes.

"Hello, father," the girl drawls, not even bothering to glance his way.

"Hi," is all the boy grunts out.

Vlad is struck with shock, a feeling he thought he would never meet again, and he regards the children with hostility, "I don't have children."

But the resemblance is uncanny, and the two children stop disregarding him long enough to look at him in a mix of shock and disgust.

"Why would I ever joke about that. Have you looked at yourself?"

- Meet the Straud Family -

Vladislaus Straud - Evil, Loner, Music Lover - The most despised villain in all the lands, and apparent illegitimate father. Now tasked with the well-being of two teenagers, can our favorite ne'er-do-well survive the burden of adolesence?

Violeta Straud - High Maintenance, Materialistic - The older twin (by 38 minutes) and the self-proclaimed "personality" of the two. Violeta rejects the part of herself that is a vampire and longs only to live the life of a normal teenage girl. She sates her need for blood by chewing on anyone who tries to pick fights with her brother.

Vincent Straud - Gloomy, Kleptomaniac - The younger twin (with no complex surely) and the self-proclaimed "genius" of the two. Vincent happens to adore the supernatural aspects of his vampirism, and uses his enhanced senses to rob people he hates blind. Has begun sleeping in caskets to channel his "inner undead," as he says.

#the straud family #get it? like the proud family #vladislaus #vincent #violeta #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #i am so excited to do this story like omg y'all can't even believe

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