So excited to finally show you this comic about the kiss scene (chapter 19) in the Steddie Musical fic.
Amazing work from @UsuMimiDraws. Thank you, babe!!! I love it to pieces.
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Don't you love it?!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
So, I came up with this prompt a few days ago:
"Steve being all “I know I’m not gay because I never felt anything when I made out with Tommy” and then entering a fake relationship with Eddie since he’s so sure he can handle it. He’s done it before so he won’t feel a thing, right?"
And I couldn't stop thinking about this, so I wrote a short one-shot:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours) | A Steddie Big Bang Fic | Shipping November 5th
Happy to announce that my @steddiebang fic (affectionally dubbed The Mailman Thing) will begin to be posted on ao3 on November 5th. I guess the post does come on Sunday's after all!
My artists @doomcheese and @strawberrysh0rk and my beta readers @valosomdraws and @ContrivedInk on Discord are all hard at work helping me bring this headache lovely fic to life.
We can't wait to share it with you! Enjoy this little sneak peak as a treat:
Eddie’s waiting for him on the porch when he parks Posty on the curb in front of the dragon mailbox. He’s dressed down again. A pair of sweatpants and a worn band shirt of sorts that the sleeves have been cut off of. His tattoos are on full display, and Steve can’t help but ogle them as he climbs up the steps.
“Hope you’re hungry.”
“I work up a big appetite delivering mail.”
Eddie snorts, ushering Steve inside and towards the kitchen.
It’s the second time Eddie’s snickered at Steve’s career choices, and he can’t help but bristle at the reaction. He doesn’t think Eddie is a condescending ass like his own father is, but Steve can never be too sure. There’s always at least one person who has a problem with his job, even though it’s an essential career choice.
“How did you end up working for the post office, anyway?” Eddie asks, turning his back towards Steve as he scoops something into a giant bowl. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. It seems like a great job, but you seem too pretty for blue-collar labor.”
Steve’s the one chuckling this time. Cheeks blushing upon hearing Eddie call him pretty again. That has to be a good sign, right? Maybe the Pride flag is his after all.
“It started with a paper route, actually. My uh, dad told me to get a job, and the local paper was the only place that would hire me at thirteen. It sucked at first, but I started to love being outdoors and delivering things to people. It’s still one of the best jobs I’ve ever had, and when I moved out here, my best friend told me to apply at the post office,” Steve says, smiling fondly at the memories. “It’s not the same as being a paper boy, but it, uh, scratches that itch.”
“That’s sweet,” Eddie says, spooning a bite of soup into his mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone talk so fondly about their job before. And I work with artists all day.”
“So you are an artist!”
“I mean, I think so, but not everyone agrees.”
Steve’s brows pinch in confusion. He’s about to ask Eddie to elaborate, but he doesn’t have to. Eddie seems to pick up on the visible confusion on his face. A surprising feat, considering Robin’s the only one who's ever been able to decipher Steve’s facial expressions.
“M’tattoo artist.”
“Must be some tattoo artist if you can afford a place like this on your own.”
Eddie’s cheeks start to turn a familiar rosy color; thankfully, hives don’t follow. Instead, he reaches for a loose tendril of his hair and pulls it across his face. Hiding his blush from Steve’s line of sight.
“I mean, I’m decent,” Eddie shrugs. “But uh, I also came into some money after a wrongful arrest when I was 18. Thought it was time to use the money for good instead of letting it collect dust under my bed.”
Someone is making a comic of the kiss scene of my Steddie Musical and it's amazing. Can't wait to share it with all of you.
I'm literally in shock and I doubt I'll be able to think of anything else all week, so, sorry for the person I'm about to become.
My first Steddie fanart. I never thought the brainrot would be reaching OFMD levels but here I am. ❤
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How can anybody have you?
How can anybody have you and lose you?
How can anybody have you and lose you
And not lose their minds, too?
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For Ina, who supplies me daily with Steddie fanart.
I've been reading so many fics that I couldn't get them out of my head. If they fit your AU, feel free to use this drawing. And please tag me! I would love to read it! 💜
It took me 6 months to get the courage to do some fanart, so please, be kind. 😘
Fic By: KOranges (aka ChettaWritesStuff on tumblr)
Art By: valecitadraws & angstassart
Word Count: 63389
Fic Rating: Not Rated
Summary:
When the nurse walked in with Bucky’s visitor, he didn’t even have to fake his amnesia. Because he’d literally never seen the man before in his life. And he had the type of face that Bucky tended to remember. But that didn’t stop the blonde man from gasping like an overly dramatic teenager and pulling Bucky into a tight hug.
“This is him,” the man told the nurse, his eyes welling with tears. Bucky gaped at him. “This is my husband.”
Bucky could practically watch his carefully constructed plan crumble around him. Still, he tried. “I don’t know him.”
“It’s okay, honey,” the nurse cooed at him. “We know you don’t remember.”
Steve had his reasons for comitting a felony second degree kidnapping. For one, the guy was an asshole. Like, Grade-A-Probably-Has-Kicked-A-Puppy-At-Some-Point asshole. And second, the guy was going to sit in some backwater mental hospital if Steve didn’t take him in. And thirdly….well, Steve was desperate.
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