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[llamalpaca]

My art piece for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang for @steddieasitgoes's story Duck, Dodge, Don't Fall in Love. Go read it now, it's sooo good

[formosusiniquis]

in the library there lived a hobbit

Steve Harrington has always been a romantic. He spends his time in his head imagining possible futures with strangers, but one in particular has really caught his attention: the mysterious son of Wayne who comes to Baby and Me every week with his granddaughter Lucy.

When opportunity knocks, Steve is quick to suggest that this mysterious dad starts volunteering at the library. Enter Eddie Munson, a high school crush, and now Steve has to deal with the fantasy single dad he'd been imagining being real, in the library, and reading fantasy books to kids twice a week.

aka my fic for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington WC: 20k | T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tags/Themes: Children's Librarian!Steve Harrington; Single Dad!Eddie Munson; Getting Together; Modern AU; Fluff; Fantasy/Daydreams Vs. Reality

It's been an absolute joy to bring to life @oriarts beautiful artwork please, please check it out here

And a very special thank you to @thefreakandthehair for beta-ing this for me, check out her stuff here

There's a snippet below the cut, but you can of course read the full thing now on AO3

They didn't really write advice columns for men who work with kids and suffer from terminal cases of baby fever. He knows: he's checked. Although, the reference librarian who helped him was Robin, so Steve can't really rule out the possibility that she missed something in her haste to write her own article. 

Actually land a date, move out, have babies. Love the agonized aunt of your future children, Robin

It isn't like it was information he didn’t already know. Steve is very aware that he isn’t in the place for kids yet, mostly in the literal sense: romantically single, platonically in a two bedroom apartment with Robin with no space for their own stuff, let alone a kid. 

So instead, for thirty-five minutes a week, he gets his fix by leading Baby & Me.

“Give you some help settin’ up, Kid?”

Steve’s startled from his mindless rhythm of setting out the chairs in the activity room and brought back from his baby-fueled drifting by one of his favorite story time guests.

“They pay me to do this; not you, Wayne,” he says, not bothering to turn all the way around. “You can fill the silence if you really want to do something though.” Steve’s set him an impossible task: Wayne is a talker the way Dustin has good manners. The only grandpa who comes to story time, he’d been coming for a month before a particularly bold widow and her youngest granddaughter got a name out of him— but not the date she’d been hoping for.

He takes his usual seat in the circle, across from where Steve is still standing, arms crossed and empty.

“Where’s?” Steve asks.

Wayne quirks his brow down. When Steve follows it all the way down to the floor, Lucy is happily making her way to them in a slow and effortful crawl across the room.

“Been doin’ that since the last time we’s here,” Wayne says.

“Is that why you all missed last week?”

“Nah,” he waves the thought away, “Lucy Joan caught a cold. Didn’t think you’d want ‘er spreadin’ it to the rest of the kids. ‘Course her Daddy was a wreck, had to pry him out with a crowbar to get him to go to work this week.”

Pink cheeked with a gummy smile, Lucy is the picture of health today. She’s made it to Steve now, tugging on his pant leg trying to stand. Crawling is going to lead quickly into walking he suspects.

She doesn’t make it to standing, her tugging taking on a new message. Steve has a rule about picking up any of the babies, a need to create personal boundaries for him and them, but her big, brown doll eyes are harder to resist each week.

[deheerkonijn]

Just Leave Everything To Me

Two more pics and a close-up from @spockfascinated‘s absolutely delightful fic, Just Leave Everything To Me for @startrekreversebang this year.

Working on this was so much fun like I cannot even begin to tell you -- I’ve been chomping for this fusion for a long-ass time, and it was worth every second of hoping and wishing to be paired with the wonderful @spockfascinated, whose writing effortlessly captures the humor, sincerity, and hare-brained-ness, and love that make Hello Dolly so special to us.

You rock, girl! Thank you for being my partner and bringing this dream to life!!

[llamalpaca]

my final piece for @strangerthingsreversebigbang for @imfinereallyy's amazing Hunger Games AU: A Martyr's Lullaby

[llamalpaca]

Fires broke out across Hawkins as Steve stared on in horror. They had made it to the ridge, and he could see emergency pyres starting to light along the wall. All you could hear were screams and the twang of weapons as muffled orders were shouted down the line. “They’re not going to get there in time…” Robin said in horror, standing beside Steve as they both looked at their home. She was right. Protocol indicated that all personnel would be at the gate where the Red Saints were, and only a small crew would be at the other entrances. The whole point of a wall was to ring the alarm, not to take on a swarm of infected who came out of nowhere. None of them had ever seen demo-bats either, they’d never had enemies that could just fly over the wall—Hawkins was totally unprepared. “We have to get in there…” Steve said, in a daze, as his feet started moving toward the town. “We need a plan, Steve!” Nancy yelled, following after him anyway. Steve wasn’t thinking about a plan. All he was thinking about were all those people locked inside the walls with nothing to protect themselves with. The kids, Robin’s mom, Nancy’s family, Hopper, Joyce, Dustin—you weren’t allowed weapons inside the walls.

my piece for @strangerthingsreversebigbang's The Last Strange Thing, a story by the wonderful @skepsiss

Chapter 15 is up now!