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[kennahjune]

Teen Dad AU

Part 2!!

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…

Thursday came in a false sense of security.

Steve woke up to the gentle sun in his face, the breeze of an open window in his hair, and his son’s chubby baby fingers wrapped around his hand.

Steve grinned sleepily at Louie and laughed when baby Louie smiled so wide back at him that his paci fell out.

Steve held Louie close while preparing a small breakfast of eggs and toast, then continued to hold him while making his bottle and setting out a few cheese puffs for him teethe on.

Steve made sure Louie ate first, helping him hold the bottle and then laughing at the pure mess he makes with the cheese puffs. Then Steve himself ate. Clean up was quick enough witch a wet rag and a speedy wipe-down.

Later on, just as Steve was thinking about preparing lunch, the front doors opened.

“Shit. Shit shit shit SHIT.” Steve angrily whispered to himself. Little Louie stared at him from where he was propped on the couch, not a thought behind his wide eyes. Though he obviously knew something was wrong with his dad.

Steve was quick to buckle Louie into his car seat, bundling him up with a blanket and giving him his bear.

“Stephan? Are you in the living room? Come grab our bags, please,” Cynthia Harrington called from down the hall.

There was no getting out of this. No way of getting Louie to the car without his parents seeing. But he’s sure they already knew of the baby, or suspected something. Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln were nosy motherfuckers set on ruining Steve’s life.

Steve sighed and looked at Louie. He knelt in front of the car seat and rubbed a hand gently on his son’s face. Louie grabbed his finger and smiled around his paci.

Steve wanted to cry.

“Stephan! Your mother called you so answer her!” Richard Harrington yelled. Steve heard the wind outside pick up aggressively and cursed the mornings sunshine.

“Coming!”

Steve padded into the hallway where his parents were taking off their jackets. Cynthia and Richard were picture-perfect— or they would’ve been. If it weren’t for the pressed line of his mother’s mouth and the hard line of his father’s jaw. Steve knew what was coming before they did.

“Stephan, the bags.” Were his mothers first words to him. Not “Hi, son, how have you been?” Not “Sorry we’ve been gone for nearly 8 months.” Not “How are you feelings after that concussion from last November? We’re terribly sorry we couldn’t stop work to simply call and make sure you were ok.”

No. None of that. Instead he was demanded around like a fucking dog.

“Um. Actually, I had to talk to you both. If you don’t mind—“

“Save it. Take the bags upstairs and meet us in the living room,” Richard stated harshly.

Steve flinched. He hated himself for flinching. But they couldn’t go in the living room. Not while Louie was still in there.

“Actually, dad— it’s very important and I just really need to talk to you guys—“

“Stephan!”

Steve winced at the pitchy tone of his mother.

“Please, I promise— It’ll be worth your time, just— just give a minute, please.” He was begging now. He hated begging.

Richard had grown tired of Steve’s fumbling for words and shoved past him. Steve knocked into the wall with the harshness.

“Stephan, you will listen to your mother and take the bags upstairs and meet us—“

“Dad, wait—“

Richard stopped in the doorway to the living room, whatever insult or command he was going to throw Steve’s way dying on his tongue.

“Stephan. Why, in the Lord’s name, is there a baby’s car seat in my living room?”

His tone was calm. Steve knew better than to think he was actually anything other than furious.

“Thats— that’s what I needed to speak to you about. Please, I—“

Steve should’ve anticipated the slap.

But he didn’t. And his head snapped to the side with the force that left him seeing stars.

Steve didn’t stay long enough to listen to his dad yelling slurs or his mom crying. He simply grabbed Louie’s car seat, picked up his shoes by the door, and left.

.

Steve had been driving for near three hours before he pulled over. He’d circled the entirety of town before finally pulling into a small dirt path by the quarry. Belatedly he realized someone was crying.

He hurried to get out of the car, rounding to the back and sliding into the backseat to sit next to Louie’s car seat. But Louie wasn’t crying, he was sound asleep.

Steve realized he was crying.

He startled when a broken sob tore itself out of his throat. He hurried out of the car and dragged himself the few yards to the edge of the quarry.

He sat down and let the rain pelt him from all angles. His face stung. Steve knew the slap would bruise phenomenally in the morning. It’d probably affect his tips at work.

He swung his feet idly on the edge, belatedly realizing he wasn’t wearing his shoes or even socks for that matter. His heels where starting to bleed from each time he rammed them into the rocks on the edge of the cliff.

Steve doesn’t know how long he sat there in the rain. He snapped back to reality when a particularly loud burst of thunder rumbled in his gut. He went back to the car.

Louie was still sound asleep. Steve figured he himself should most likely sleep as well. He didn’t know when he’d be able to get a place for them, but he’d already been saving up.

He curled up in the back seat next to baby Louie. He didn’t bother with a blanket, and he knew he’d get a cold with his clothes still being wet, but he deemed it fine.

Steve’s sleep was fitful and restless. Filled with slurs and yelling and running from monsters that shouldn’t exist.

.

It was a week before he finally got a place.

Not that long, sure. But it was a week of pure dread and exhaustion and nightmares.

The trailer he was looking at was located near the edge of Forest Hills. It was two bedroom one bathroom and had a small living room (with no ceiling light) and a kitchen (that barely had any wiggle room). But it was his.

He’d been at work when he got the call— as that was where he told the landlord to call. Mason— the line cook— called him back.

“Hey Steve-o! That landlord guys on the phone!”

Steve jumped so hard he nearly spilled the waters he was carrying.

“Be right there, Mace!”

Steve was quick to get the waters to the table 7 and take their orders for the night before he rushed back. He tossed his notepad at Mason and snatched the phone.

“Hi, Mr. Gardison!” he greeted cheerily.

“Stephen, hi. So…”

And Steve was given the trailer.

He was vibrating with excitement by the end of his call. When Steve returned the phone to its holder he was picked up from the ground in a bear hug. He laughed and hugged Mason back.

“You got the place!” Mason cheered.

“I got the place!” Steve laughed.

The rest of his day went swimmingly. He would be able to officially move into the trailer on Friday— which was fine by him. Two days of waiting was nothing.

Steve was given congratulations from a few of the regulars. Mr. Jinkins gave him a good slap on the shoulder while Miss. Gladson pulled him into a hug. They tipped him an extra 5 dollars each before they left.

At the end of his Wednesday shift, Steve gave out hugs to most of his coworkers. Mason, Allya, and his boss Michelle got hugs while George and Gwen got high fives. Steve left feeling light on his feet with a to-go bag for dinner.

Thursday was filled with the lunch rush. Steve had to take his break early to check on baby Louie in the back. He felt bad turning George’s manager office into a daycare but George assured him it was fine.

“Hey honey,” Steve’s cooed at the baby in his arms. “How are you doing, huh love? You’ve been cooped up for so long I know.”

Louie gripped his baby hands into the front of Steve’s apron. He was back in the kitchens today, Allya taking his place up front waitressing.

Steve hopped around and lightly bounced Louie against his chest, humming quietly and gently.

Louie whined and continued to cry.

“I know Louie, I know. You hungry? Hang on baby.”

Steve made sure Louie was fed and burped and laid him done for a nap. He only had an hour of his shift left.

Thursday finished off normally and Steve left with his usual dinner. He drove out to the quarry and parked before sitting in the backseat with Louie to eat.

Eventually he took Louie out of the car and sat with him on the rocky ground of the quarry. Steve held Louie close in his lap, letting the baby play with his hands and fingers and babble about nothing and everything.

Steve occasionally answered with little gums of encouragement, but for the most part he let baby Louie talk to himself. He was lost in thought, daydreaming about the trailer and how they got to move in tomorrow.

Before Steve knew it Louie had fallen asleep and he himself was on the verge. He got them both settled in the backseat once more and allowed himself to drift off.

…

We’re finally, maybe, getting somewhere lol. Tag list is open to everyone still, feel free to ask for a place!! We’ll get into some of Steve’s school life in the next part hopefully 🤞

Part 3:

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Stay With Me

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by ThoughtfulBreadPolice

Dain Ironfoot never wanted to be King and struggles with the weight of a crown and a dam that wants to be Queen.

Bilbo Baggins never expected adventure, and just when she thinks it's over another adventure begins.

Words: 1441, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Dáin Ironfoot, OFC - Falla, Thorin III Stonehelm, Bilbo Baggins, Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), basically everyone, Various Shire Hobbits, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Wizards - Character, Mirkwood Elves, Rivendell Elves

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Dáin Ironfoot, Dain Ironfoot/Female Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins & Bofur, Bilbo Baggins & Bifur, Bilbo Baggins & Bombur, Bilbo Baggins & Bifur & Bofur & Bombur, Dain Ironfoot/Falla, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Dwarf & Hobbit Cultural Differences, Hobbit Culture & Customs, Personal Head Canons Galor, Canonical Character Death, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Oakenshield Die, They do not get better, Grief/Mourning, Always a girl Bilbo Baggins, Female Bilbo Baggins, OFC - Falla is a bad parent, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Original Character(s), Soulmates, Dwarven Ones | Soulmates, Dwarf/Hobbit Relationship(s), Thorin III Stonehelm - Freeform, Has been renamed, Korin - Freeform, Oh gosh there is going to be so much going on, How do I tag this thing?, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Stay With Me

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by ThoughtfulBreadPolice

Dain Ironfoot never wanted to be King and struggles with the weight of a crown and a dam that wants to be Queen.

Bilbo Baggins never expected adventure, and just when she thinks it's over another adventure begins.

Words: 1441, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Dáin Ironfoot, OFC - Falla, Thorin III Stonehelm, Bilbo Baggins, Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), basically everyone, Various Shire Hobbits, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Wizards - Character, Mirkwood Elves, Rivendell Elves

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Dáin Ironfoot, Dain Ironfoot/Female Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins & Bofur, Bilbo Baggins & Bifur, Bilbo Baggins & Bombur, Bilbo Baggins & Bifur & Bofur & Bombur, Dain Ironfoot/Falla, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Dwarf & Hobbit Cultural Differences, Hobbit Culture & Customs, Personal Head Canons Galor, Canonical Character Death, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Oakenshield Die, They do not get better, Grief/Mourning, Always a girl Bilbo Baggins, Female Bilbo Baggins, OFC - Falla is a bad parent, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Original Character(s), Soulmates, Dwarven Ones | Soulmates, Dwarf/Hobbit Relationship(s), Thorin III Stonehelm - Freeform, Has been renamed, Korin - Freeform, Oh gosh there is going to be so much going on, How do I tag this thing?, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[sansukhcomic]

Me out loud: I'm fucking ready for this!!! Yeah!

Me internally: I love you guys but the fic made me cry and I am n o t ready

Me out loud: BRING IT ON!

haha! we’re glad that you’re so excited!

[wheezingcrow]

I have a question. Reposting, is that where we click the reblog button? Because if so I'm very sorry and I won't do it again.

Reblogging is perfectly fine! Reposting is when you download my art and upload it to other platforms without credit! :) You are 100% a-okay!

[pineapplebread]

Well, this Isnt really an ask but:

So Ive noticed you seem to get a lot of hate and even though It also seems to not bother you on a fundamental level I just want you to know something:

You. Are. An. Amazing. Person.

You are real and authentic and so very very talented and I appreciate your work.

...

Okay, bye.

Thank you so much! This is such a lovely message. Most of the time I'm just in my own corner doing my own thing. Anyone can join me and come play too, but assholes can fuck off.

[seven-oomen]

HI BEN MY DARLING MY SWEET CHERRY PIE!

BREADIE MY WONDERFUL GLUTENRICH FRIEND <3

[gayspacesprinkles]

I adore your tag name

Excuse me for being a boomer but, dose that mean my url??

If so, thank you! And if not.... Thank you as well!!

[rayshippouuchiha]

Omg are you still doing prompt requests??? If so, I would love to see a thing about what happens with Steve in your The Devouring of Hearts fic, cause that is where you ended it! Like, omg I have such a burning curiosity to just know you know?

Gods willing you will get that this Halloween because I intend on doing the annual update unlike last year which was a total trash fire

[tonystarkbingo]

Will there be a Mark 5?

Yes there will!  We’re working on the dates for it right now, and Mark V will start in either June or July, depending on whether or not we decide to do flash bingos.

[tonystarktogo]

@thoughtfulbreadpolice Hmmm very good question! I’m honestly not sure. At the momemt I have no real idea where this would lead or how it could be continued. I just really like this exasperated guardian angel saying Tony no every time Tony brings home another “perfectly nice” “harmless” stranger “who just needs to be given a chance” :) And, like, the demons will probably stick around because Tony’s antics are hilarious because there’s an angel in easy reach they can corrupt, yay!! Except Steve could’ve told them that it was pointless because if Bucky is ever gonna fall, it won’t be because of some demon and it won’t be because of Tony, it will be because he god damn wants to -- “Don’t fucking blaspheme, punk!” -- and not a moment before.

But no one ever asks Steve, so here we are. [Steve’s a lying liar who lies, he’s totally joining the demon’s weekly betting rounds and so what if he and Sam exchanged numbers? It’s not like they’re in the middle of a holy war, okay, ceasefires have been a thing for centuries.]

[kennahjune]

Teen Dad AU

Part 4!!!!

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AAHHHH IM SO SORRY FOR ANYONE WHO WASN’T ABLE TO BE TAGGED!! The list is unfortunately officially full, I’m so sorry :( everyone who has been tagged here will be tagged in all future parts!!! (I’m also terribly sorry, some of them won’t tag properly).

Without further ado:

.

Monday nights were now spent with Noah, Casey, and Miss. Bottomette (“Just Margaret is fine, dear”).

They’d come over to Steve’s trailer or he and Louie would go over to theirs and they’d gather around the tables to have dinner and talk.

Steve’s never had a dinner with others where he wasn’t expected to act a certain way. Where he wasn’t expected to be mature and serious.

With Miss. Bottomette and the kids, he goofs off and isn’t reprimanded for it. He puts his elbows on the table while talking to Noah and isn’t slapped upside the head for it.

It’s a very welcomed change.

It’s on one of these Monday nights that Steve officially gets his new babysitter.

He’d had to call off on the dinner. It was last minute and unexpected but they’d all been incredibly understanding and Steve appreciated the hell out of it. He was pulling his shoes on while on the phone with Miss. Bottomette when he’d let it slip.

“I’m so sorry again, Miss. Bottomette. I know this is really last minute and we were supposed to eat at mine tonight but Mason’s got a fever and they need me in the kitchen for the dinner rush—“

“Steve, sweetie, it’s alright. Me and the twins will be quite fine on our own for one Monday, I assure you. You just focus on making sure you don’t overwork yourself to death tonight, yeah?”

Steve chuckled at that, pulling the laces on his sneakers tighter and crafting the phone between his shoulder and ear. “Rodger that. I’ve gotta get going though, need to get Louie situated before I head out.”

“That’s quite alright, dear. Is that Nancy of yours coming to watch him? Or are you taking him there?”

Steve huffed a slightly pathetic chuckle that was more air than anything. “Nah, Nancy’s got her own dinners on Monday nights. Louie usually comes in with me and waits it out.”

Steve was standing straight now— well, with one hip cocked to the side and his hand resting on it. But his shoes were firmly on and Louie was watching him with bright eyes. Steve smiled at the baby and made a face that had Little Louie giggling and covering his mouth with chunky little hands.

On the other line, Miss. Bottomette hummed.

“Well that just won’t do, huh? I could take him for the night, Steve.”

Steve startled and put both hands on the phone.

“Oh! No no no— that’s alright, Miss. Bottomette. My manager, George, is really chill about letting me turn his office into a daycare for Louie while I’m at work. And I’ve got people to check on him there while I’m busy so I’m not leaving him alone the whole time—“

“I hear that, hon, but maybe it’s time you let someone take him off your hands for a bit, yeah? The twins will want to see him at some point anyway.”

Steve pursed his lips and twirled the phone cord around his fingers.

“I seriously can’t ask you to do that, Miss. Bottomette. I’ll be on shift until at least 10 tonight and then I have to help with closing so there’s no guarantee I’ll be back before 11.”

“And that’s quite fine. I’m fully capable of watching your boy until then, dear.”

“Are you sure?” Steve’s voice was so small, so unsure. It made something break a little in Miss. Bottomette’s chest.

“Yes, absolutely.”

Steve sighed into the receiver. “Ok.” He whispered and relented.

“That’s what I thought.” Miss. Bottomette chuckled. “Now, should I come over there or are you ok with bringing him over here?”

.

Work was a doozy.

Between coming in at 6:30 and working until just past 11, Steve was asked constantly about the lack of Louie in the diner.

It was fun and comforting in a way to have so many people care enough to ask about the missing baby. But Steve just wanted to get through his shift quickly to get back to said baby.

He could feel the nerves eating away at him. Steve kept watch on the time all shift, watching the clock tick slower every time.

He’d never left Louie home like this before. Never with anyone other than Nancy. The anxiety was absolutely agonizing but he pushed through until his break, where he called Miss. Bottomette from the phone outside.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Miss. Bottomette, it’s Steve.”

“I know who it is, ain’t no one else call me ‘Miss’ who know me like you do, son.”

Steve managed a slight laugh. It was true. For months now, Steve has been practically apart of their little family. And yet he still referred to her so formally. It was simply something that was beaten into him from a young age.

“You’re right, sorry. I was just calling to check on you guys and Louie?”

“Everyones alright over here, Steve. Noah and Casey are just about passed out on the couch and Louie’s fast asleep in bed.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much, Miss. Bottomette.”

“You’ve got it dear. Now go get back to work, and tell Gwen and Allya I said hi.”

Steve could hear the smile in her voice.

“Will do, thanks again.”

He hung up after their goodbyes. God, he really needed a cigarette.

He ran inside real quick to grab his pack out of his bag, lighting up the moment he set foot back through the door to the alley by the diner.

Steve hadn’t been able to smoke too much lately with Louie and the twins. Miss. Bottomette also smoked, but she had explained how she’d dialed it down astronomically with how much the twins were over.

Steve was just halfway done with his cigarette, lost in his thoughts and staring off into space when a pair of boots stopped in front of where he was sitting on the curb.

He spared a glance up to the sudden intruder, giving a second glance when he saw Eddie Munson.

Steve blew the smoke out of his lungs. “Um, hi?”

“Harrington.” Was the only response he got.

Steve ground his cigarette out on the sidewalk and stood, tucking the now put out cigarette behind his ear. He took half a step back so he wasn’t quite chest to chest with Eddie.

“Hey, man. Uh— I’m not really looking to buy anything at the moment.” Steve stumbled his way through a sentence. Eddie Munson was a looming presence that Steve couldn’t figure out, not since he’d fist saw him when he started high school.

Eddie was only a year ahead of Steve despite being nearly 2 years older than him. When Steve had started his freshman year, he’d been immediately pulled into Munson’s orbit of lunchtime rants and class skipping.

Until he was pulled by Cairo Rickson, the then-basketball captain. Eddie had kinda left Steve in the dust after he joined the basketball team.

Now Eddie Munson was redoing his senior year a second time— they even shared some classes. But they’d never spoken outside of school or Steve’s old house parties.

Eddie was staring at him with an odd flicker in his gaze. Something that threw Steve almost completely off. Something that almost looked like interest.

Steve swallowed. It was then that he actually took in Eddie’s face— not just his eyes. (Eyes that were so big and dark Steve thought they were black. He’d later realize they were actually a dark brown.) Eddie’s mouth was pressed in a line, his cheeks flushed from the cold breeze, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked almost stressed.

“You alright, dude? C’mon, Eddie talk to me here. You’re kinda freakin’ me out.”

Steve felt his natural worry starting to kick in. That urge to press and figure out what was wrong.

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times before sighing aggressively and rubbing a harsh hand down his face. He wore a ton of rings that glinted in the streetlight they stood under.

“Listen—“ Steve was cut off.

“Do you have a lighter? Mine is fucking me over and I just really need to smoke.”

Well, ok then.

Steve blinked owlishly for a moment before spurring into motion.

“Um, Uh! Yeah! Yeah, I’ve got a lighter. Hang on—“

Steve handed over his lighter without a second thought, watching Eddie pull an already-rolled joint out of his pocket and immediately light up. Steve payed extra attention to his lips— pink and bitten-raw— when he blew out the smoke.

“Thanks, man.” Steve’s eyes snapped back to Eddie’s looming ones. They were wide and earnest, no longer narrowed and suspicious.

“Yeah, no problem.” He accepted the offered lighter, ignoring the tingle from their brushing pinkies.

“Alrighty then, Steve-o. Catch you later.” Eddie gave him a two-finger salute and promptly walked away. Steve watched him go, following him with his eyes until he was out of sight and leaving a chorus of “what the fuck” replaying in Steve’s mind.

He tucked his unfinished cigarette back into the box and went to finish his shift.

.

True to his word, Steve wasn’t home until just before 11 that night.

Miss. Bottomette was up and waiting for him, the lamp in the living room on a low setting because there for some reason were never living room lights in trailers. The twins were spread out on the floor, lying on top of each other with Casey’s head on Noah’s legs while she practically kicked him in the face.

Steve snickered quietly to himself, dropping his bag quietly on the couch and closing the door as silently as possible.

Miss. Bottomette barely glanced up from her book to greet Steve. The familiarity gave him butterflies.

“Hey, sweetie.” She bookmarked her page and took off her glasses.

Steve smiled sweetly at her. “Hi, Miss. Bottomette. Louie alright?” He’d noticed the absence of his baby bug the moment he walked in the door.

“He’s quite alright, dear. Sleeping in your room, yes with the pillows.”

Steve deflated slightly, his worries seeping out slowly while Miss. Bottomette reassured him.

“That’s good. Great, yeah. Thanks so much. You need help taking these two back?” He nodded his head to the twins sleeping on his carpet.

“No it’s fine, hon. I’ll just wake ‘em up and let ‘em complain themselves tired again.” She grinned mischievously. Steve giggled.

“I can carry them over,” he offered instead.

“Are you sure, dear? You have to be exhausted after your shift, they can deal with a little bit of walking.”

Steve shook his head and smiled. Yeah, he was tired to the bone, his muscles sore and his legs on fire from standing and serving, but he’d be fine for this last thing. Then he could crash.

He stooped down and took Casey first since she was practically on top of Noah. She woke up briefly, just to smile at Steve and wrap her arms around his neck. He ran her outside and to their trailer just one place over. Setting her down was difficult as she didn’t want to let go of him to lay her bed, but he pried her off eventually.

Noah had shifted to curl around a couch pillow on the floor while he was gone. While Miss. Bottomette shuffled around grabbing all of her stuff, Steve picked up Noah and chuckled when he stayed completely dead to the world.

Noah was slightly heavier than Casey, but Steve made do and walked him carefully to the trailer and into his room. Noah was still out like a light, despite the slightly harsh landing because Steve’s arms gave out.

The twins shared a room, it being split down the middle by a curtain. Steve made sure they were both tucked in and sleeping before turning the lamp on on Noah’s side (he was scared of the dark) and pulling the curtain closed.

Miss. Bottomette was waiting for him again when he got home, her bag over her shoulder and the twins’ shoes in her hands. She smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, hon. Those two are going to wake up tomorrow thinking they teleported.” They both chuckled.

“It was no problem, seriously. Thanks again for watching Louie all night.”

Miss. Bottomette waved him off and gave him a big hug instead.

“Enough with that ‘Miss. Bottomette’ nonsense, kiddo. You can call me Margaret, or even Gran. I promise you there’s nothing wrong with dropping the title.”

Steve swallowed and wrapped his arms around her in return, blinking an onslaught of tears from his eyes. “Thanks,” he whispered into her hair.

“Alright.” She pulled back. “You go ahead and crash. I’ll see you when I see you tomorrow, though you have both school and work, huh?”

Steve chuckled and nodded.

Miss— Gran left then, closing the door as gently as she could (but the door was a piece of shit and had to be slammed in order to fully close). Steve sighed and finally toed his shoes off.

He glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror after a nice, hot shower. His hair was getting longer, curling around his ears and reaching the back of his neck. Steve smiled a little. He liked the length.

Slipping on a shirt that was two sizes too big and his Hawkins swim shorts, Steve didn’t waste another moment before getting into bed right next to Louie.

He turned off the lamp and let the night light shine bright instead. Louie already had a death grip on Steve’s pointer finger. He smiled at his baby and let himself fall asleep.

[rwgroup]

Is this the group that has its own tag on AO3? Cause I'm writing my very first Walking Dead Rickyl fic and I was wondering if I could use the tag.

Yep that’s us and yes... the more the merrier!

[crystallized-iron]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask box of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out. 💛✨

Throwing this back at you cause I think you are amazing too!

Aw, thank you!

[whatthemeepever]

What kinds of fics do you write? Are you on AO3? Can I go stalk you there??????

I am! I'm under the same name whatthemeepever and I've got two fics up right now and I'm very happy to say that they are all @rayshippouuchiha fault, the series is actually called It's All Ray's Fault. These are also the first fics that I've let see the light of day in 10 years...yeah that shows my age just a bit. ;P

UN(DEAD) is a Walking Dead/Ironman cross with my Toni based on Ray's from LoW. It started life as A Crack Treated Seriously super self indulgent but Rabid Plot Gremlins attacked.

Red Sunrises is a Teen Wolf/Naruto cross that was Ray's birthday present. The nogistune never leaves Stiles is the start is the AU.(Fun fact...I've never seen a single episode of TW.)

Sorry for being light on the descriptions but I don't want to give any spoilers if you're interested in reading them.

Anything that catches my interests I would probably write even if I've not seen any of the Canon source material. I usually spend more time helping writers flush out their worlds, culture and traditions along with how they flow the actual story so it's been interesting to do my toes back into writing myself. I really love enabling other writers though. Giving them little prompts and ideas then watching them fling themselves off a cliff right into a new WiP.

I have discovered I'm extremely critical of my own work because of this. It took me ages to get that last chapter of UN(DEAD) posted because part of it was in Carl's POV and he is twelve so it had to follow the thought process of a twelve year old boy which was Not Easy. At the same time being in Stiles head was another trip, mostly because I pulled some of my own personal thoughts and feeling from dealing with familial abandonment and such.

[akasanata]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Get to know your mutuals and followers 💛

and @fullmetalcarer who also sent it!

1. The game I’m currently playing

2. Reading fics

3. Thinking on finishing one of my wips (hopefully the actually writing part will come soon)

4. Nightly opera with my parents

5. Interacting with my mutuals here