#atlanta braves fic

[brain-palace]

Notes: This post is created as an archive for myself so I can easily find the fics I love. If you're looking for something new to read feel free to have a look I recommend everything here. I read many different characters/universes, so I'll list them all so you don't waste time looking at something that isn't relevant to you. If you find something you like please show the fics and their authors some love! Also, this is a long post!

Disclaimer: None of the works below belongs to me unless it explicitly says so. © - All rights reserved to the authors. If a fic does not have a name I will make one up for the sake of archival purposes.

Characters/Universes TWD (The walking dead) - Daryl & Rick | Criminal Minds - Hotch & Ried | Stranger Things - Eddie, Steve, Billy | MCU - Peter Parker | Peakcy blinders - Tommy, John, Arthur, Alfie | The devil all the time - Arvin russel | Sherlock

Key ➸ Angst ☁ | Fluff ♡ | Crack ❈ | On-going ✎ | Completed ✓ | Smut 🔞 |

Daryl Dixon (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

Spitfire | by @rfsak2 | OC (Original character) | "Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one." | ✎

Close to home | by @paintyoureyeswithavividmind | "When a run goes poorly and Daryl is separated from his group, a stranger and her companion help get him out of a sticky situation. Little does Daryl know this stranger is much closer to home and his life is going to get a bit more complicated" | ✎♡ ☁

Return | by @daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Daryl loses Y/N when they head into Atlanta to rescue Beth. Her absence colours his years until they find each other again." | ♡ ☁ ❈ ✎

Till dead do us part | by @xwritingdixonx | "Daryl Dixon hasn't seen his wife in 3 years until he strolls through the gates of Alexandria. Reunited with his love and his family, he should feel peace, tranquillity, warmth. Instead, he's faced with confusion, shock, and heartache. Just like so many others put through the abuse and torment of the world, it changes people. Twists your mind, makes all your morals disappear. The kind waitress, the brave bartender, Georgia's delight, Mrs. Dixon. Now, mother of nothing - daughter of rage. The whore of Alexandria. A conqueror with tits. Why can't the Blackwell family get a word in before the people of Alexandria point fingers and create storybook titles? It's finally your turn to talk and Daryl's turn to listen." |

Oneshots ↴

The regulars | by daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Based on watching your interactions, Daryl thinks you, a bartender at a local dive, may actually have a thing for his older brother Merle, but a series of events at the bar may begin to show him otherwise" | ♡

All I'm living for | by @alldevilsharehere90 | "Just when you finally got the man you wanted, another surprise could threaten your relationship, especially when a herd of walkers is almost at your doorstep." | ☁ ♡

Old childhood fools | by @r66dus | "Drunk Daryl and y/n fooling around at the CDC" | 🔞

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Rick Grimes (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

The Claim | by @woman-of-balnain | Despite everything that’s going on, despite the world going to shit, despite wanting to stay on Hershel’s good side, despite his marriage falling apart, despite the way he knows he’s broken… despite it all, Rick can’t fight how badly he wants you. | 🔞✓

Undone in sorrow | by woman-of-balnain | "Finally coming face to face with Negan threatens the ties that bind your relationship with Rick together. After that first meeting, the two of you try to pick up the broken pieces of one another and become whole again." | ☁ 🔞

The nurse | by @itsgrimeytime | " Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search for shelter, you run into a familiar face" | ✎♡ ☁

Magnolia in May | by itsgrimeytime | "Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumours of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing." | ✎♡ ☁

Swear | by @daryandricky | "Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe." | ✎♡ ☁

Oneshots ↴

The life we could have had | by itsgrimeytime | "Rick knows you're gone, he does. He just keeps seeing you in everything" |

Everything I wanted | by @bloatedandalone04 | "The one where both you and rick are really bad at communicating your feelings." |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Peter Parker (MCU) ↴ Oneshot ↴

Stacked against you (tasm)| by @delicate-dorothea | "Summary: You confront Spider-Man about his true identity, manila envelope style (literally)." |❈

No chance (tasm) | by @spider-stark | "Thinking he has no chance with y/n as himself, Peter begins approaching them as Spider-Man." |

Are you busy (tasm)| by @luveline | "You’re worried you don’t know how to kiss. your best friend Peter offers to teach you how among other things" | ♡

In the real world | by luveline | "You notice something about Spider-Man during a violent villain showdown, then you have to save his life."

White lies, red & blue tights (tasm) | by @t-lostinworlds | "You and Peter accidentally dressed up in the same costumes for Halloween. But he was not wearing a costume, it was his suit. You simply didn’t know that your favorite superhero and your boyfriend were the same. Who would’ve thought that seeing you in red and blue would be the breaking point of his lies" | ♡

Question (tom)| by @waitimcomingtoo | "Peter accidentally sends you mixed signals when he kisses you for the first time then stands you up" | ♡ ☁

It was fun, being 21 (tom)| by @loverwebs | "In which your boyfriend, Peter Parker, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the city's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." | ♡ ☁

Series ↴

Infinitely you (all of them) | by spider-stark | "In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right." | ☁ ♡ ✎|

The red string | by @never--doubt | "Once a year, everyone over a certain age can see the Red String of Fate that connects them to their soulmate. This year, Peter Parker is ready to find his soulmate, be with them. But the question is…is his soulmate ready?" |

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Steve Harrington (ST) ↴ Series ↴

Nail to the coffin | by @thetargaryenbride | "Y/N Byers wondered what would end up being the death of the small town she lived in. She never expected that the last nail on the coffin would be hammered by monsters from another dimension who would end up hunting down her friends and family one by one…" | ☁

You deserve each other | by @bimrwolf | "You and Steve have been together for five years. He's seemingly the perfect boyfriend, kisses on the cheek, knowing your orders at the restaurant. A great lover. Too bad you've had enough can't stand him." |

Oneshots ↴

The way you call me "Baby" | by @forevermoreharrington | "Steve’s been so patient with his girl but he just can’t take it anymore and neither can she" | 🔞

Love on the brain | by @vendettaparker | "You suffer from a bad case of pregnancy brain, leaving Steve to hover over you, much to your annoyance." | ♡

Almost Got It | by @mentalpolaroids | "She’s a barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Steve’s name on purpose" | ♡

Tainted Love | by @megxplryxb | ☁ ♡

Tornado warnings | by @harringtonwebs | "You and Steve had a very intense relationship now that you're up, hates to see you with someone new." |

I will always be right there | by @familyvideostevie | "you come first. you’re always my first choice." | ♡

Tell me again | by @appocalipse | "Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?" |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Eddie Munson ↴ Oneshot ↴

Mechanic Eddie | by @whoahoney | "Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help." | ♡

Say you love me | by @marianita195 | "Based on the TikTok trend where girls don’t say “I love you” back to their boyfriends. " | ♡ ❈

Bookworm | by @corroded-hellfire | "Eddie has a thing for the local bookworm he just doesn't show it in the best way." | ☁ ♡

I'm Eddie - Eddie Munson | by @cosmal | "Your father finds Eddie in your room in the middle of something. eddie's a smug bastard." |

His glasses | by @pedgito | "Eddie in his glasses is just adorable" |

Grand Gesture | by appocalipse | "catching feelings for your best friend was never in your plans. when you start distancing yourself from him to protect your heart, eddie vows to do everything in his power to keep it forever." | ♡

Never Kissed | by cosmal | "eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to."

Series ↴

Worlds Apart | by @munsons-maiden | "You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected lifeline and turns your world upside down." | ☁ ♡

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Spencer Ried (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Passive Agressive | by @ddejavvu | "Spencer’s stressed, and he takes it out on you. You’re sure it would have hurt far worse if he’d shouted, but instead, he broke you down bit by bit, his cold demeanour leaving you crying in your car." | ☁ ♡

Tactic Admissions | by @almostgenerallyalways | "Spencer lands in the hospital, and you have to come clean with yourself." | ☁ ♡

Days off with Spencer | by @justmyheart | ♡

Back to you | by @radiant-reid | "Spencer never thought she would love him the way he loves her, but he also never thought she would come back from the dead" | ☁ ♡

No hair for you, devil! | by @thyme-in-a-bubble |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Aaron Hotchner (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Self-Made | by @her-storybooks | "The BAU gets a visitor who tares through the bullpen and leaves everyone in puddles of mush and exploded hearts." | ♡

Good for him | by @ptersparkers | "Aaron loves you. he hopes his son loves you as much as he does." | ♡

Better than morphine | by her-storybooks | "Broken Bone. When Y/N gets her leg broken by an UnSub, she clings to Aaron to help dull the pain." | ☁ ♡

Spontaneous phenomena | by @luveline | "Hotch touches your face much more than a boss should. Or, 5 times you have a nosebleed +1 time Hotch does." | ☁ ♡

Old man problems | by @hoe4hotchner | "Can you possibly write an imagine where Hotch pulls his back on a case, and the fem'reader offers to help him work it out in a friendly way because she was once a licensed massage therapist? Aaron of course is hesitant but gives in and allows it. But it gets heated" | ♡

Sweeter than fiction | By @hotchgirlsummer | "The bau decides to throw a small birthday party for Hotch. the reader is tasked with baking a cake, could this be their chance to express feelings?" |

A solitary mistake | by luveline | " You're not sure you're ready to come back. Hotch has total faith in you. Or, your transition back into the team after your abduction doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hoped." |

I'm Sorry | by @14buddy22 | "Aarons been treating you differently lately" | ☁

New mom | by @marvelslut16 |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Thomas Shelby (PB) ↴ Series ↴

Challenge of a name | by @gypsy-girl-08 | "Y/N is new to Birmingham, she works at an accountant firm. In this part, The Shelby’s arrive at her office to pick up their accounts, where she meets Thomas for the first time. She was in a long-term relationship and is recently single, having moved for a fresh start. Still recovering from the split, she has no intention of meeting anyone else."

Tachipen | by @zablife | "With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known." |

Angst | by @murphyoclock | "Your and Tommy's argument gets out of hand when you provocatively try to make him jealous at his charity party." | ☁

Oneshots ↴

Peaky caps and razorblades | by @acewritesfics | "y/n helps Tommy sew his blades into his cap." | ♡

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

John Shelby (PB) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Just play along | by @runnning-outof-time | "When the person who (Y/N) feels has been following her gets a little too close for comfort, she makes a quick decision that involves John Shelby and some good acting...or maybe no acting at all." |

Red lipstick | by @kkurades | "You feel flattered when charlie shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew" |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Alfie Solomon (PB) ↴ Oneshots

A very Shelby Christmas | by @cillmequick | "Alfie and his sassy little wife find themselves in the midst of the Shelby clan for Christmas because Alfie’s sister is in a relationship with Tommy." |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Steddie (ST) ↴ Oneshots

Cookies and consoling | by @mangchai | "After a hard day, you return home to your boyfriends who want to cheer you up." | ♡

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Billy (ST) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Bartender Billy | by @billysbabyy |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Arvin Russel (TDATT)↴ Oneshots ↴

Mockingbird | by waitimcomingtoo | "Arvin joins a book club just to see you but has to pretend to be your boyfriend to stay"

Notes: This post only contains all longer fics I will be creating a separate post for shorter fics/ i.e. headcanons, imagines, drabbles and scenarios that I love. The link to that will be here → The little things.

[ilyasorokinn]

omg mike blurb???? surprise me 🤪🤪🤪

DEDICATED TO MIKEY

kit, my love! this one's for you <33 sorry this one's so short.

the lights were dimmed as your fingers strummed the guitar strings. the sound of the crowd cheering almost drowned out your guitar, "you've been amazing, chicago." you smiled as the cheers got louder.

"this last song is dedicated to michael john graydon soroka, my mikey." the smile that found its way on your face could be seen from miles away.

"so, this is his favorite song." you looked off to the section where you knew he was sitting, and blew him a kiss, sending the entire crowd into aws.

after the show and after the meet n greet, you walked into the green room, where mike was sitting. when he saw you, he jumped off the couch, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you off the ground.

"i'm so proud of you. you were so amazing." he pressed kisses all around your face.

"i'm so happy you were able to come to the show."

"i would fly all around the world to see you perform." you smiled, "do you have a show tomorrow?"

"no, we'll be here for a few hours, then we leave to fly to columbus."

"so, we better make the most of the time we have."

[erodasfishtacos]

how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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—

It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

-

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

-

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

-

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

-

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

-

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

-

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

-

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

[im-immortal]

fic rec from @courtneyshortney82 & @im-immortal //

Sweet Willow by CherryParfait ( @xx-cherrysdiary​ )

The last thing that Mika remembers before the big black hole in her memory is Judith screaming.

Mika Samuels was eight years old when the world ended. She is ten the day she wakes up in a cottage in the woods, and discovers that her sister is dead. Even worse, that her sister tried to kill her.

But Mika didn't die.

When Daryl shows up again, he is with a teenage boy named Noah— and Noah knows where Beth and Carol are. They are trapped in Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta, and as soon as Noah finishes his story the group begins to make a rescue plan.

Tyreese, Rick, Sasha and Daryl accompany Noah back into the city. Mika stays behind, with Carl and Judith and Michonne. The church was damaged when the cannibals came, so they work on fixing it.

But their bad luck hasn’t run out yet. Just a few hours after their friends leave, the church is swarmed by a horde of walkers. It’s too many to fight off, so they escape through a tunnel Father Gabriel had dug, and trap the walkers inside of the building. No one’s hurt, but now they’ve got no place to stay.

What they do have is a fire truck. And Abraham, one of the new people, who is very good at driving it. So they pile in and head for Atlanta.

Mika doesn’t want to admit it, but she is a little shaken from the walker attack. It just seems like it never stops. First the prison, then the cottage, now this. They might never have a place to call home again. She climbs into the truck and slumps down on a seat. She manages to keep herself from crying, but not from sniffling a bit too loud.

It makes Abraham turn to look at her. “You alright there?”

“Yeah,” Mika says. “I’m okay.” But Abraham sees right through her.

“The walkers scare you?” he asks. Mika shrugs.

“Maybe a little. But I’m trying to start being brave.”

“Start?” Abraham raises one thick red eyebrow. “What do you mean start? I saw you keepin’ that baby safe from those Terminus bastards. I think you’re plenty brave.”

She was cowering in fear in the corner. Mika’s not sure that anyone else would count that as brave. But it’s nice of him to try and make her feel better. She shrugs again. “Thanks.”

Abraham gestures towards the seat next to him. “Wanna come sit up here in front? The view’s better.”

“I’m ten, isn’t it against the law?” Mika says.

Abraham smiles—his smile is warm and fuzzy through his mustache. It's a good smile. “The law?” he says. “Didn’t you hear? The world ended, there’s no laws anymore.”

And so Mika climbs into the front seat, and watches out the window all the way to Atlanta. He’s right—the view is better up here.

[theadorationofmars]

The World we Lost, the World we Got  - The Walking Dead AU

*TW: Themes of abuse, suicide, violence, sa

A/N: Hey all, this will be my first The Walking Dead fic ever, inspired by my recent venture into rewatching the TV shows and reading the comics. A lot of these themes I’m writing in this I’m definitely a novice at, but I hope you guys enjoy it! I’m not sure yet how much of this will follow the full plotline, it’s more of my characters immersed in their world and seeing how the plot changes as a result of that.

Summary: S6 Alexandria. At the start of the apocalypse, James was a 17 year-old girl living in a halfway house in Atlanta with her mom. As the years pass, James transforms into someone who is merely a shadow of that once scared young girl. 

“When I was little, my mom was terrified of driving. And I mean terrified. If she ever had to get behind the wheel, tears would roll down her face and she’d start praying like it was last day on Earth. Her hands would shake, and to be honest, I was always scared that she’d lose her grip on the wheel and we’d veer off the road from her sheer nerves alone. Just as she was terrified of driving, my father was a terrifying driver.

It wasn’t because he was bad at it- no, he was pretty good, the things I’ve seen him do.” A humorless chuckle filtered out through my mouth.

“He would threaten us, me and my mom. ‘See that little boy there?’ He asked us once. ‘If you don’t shut your goddamn mouth up about that fucking Chatty Cathy from down the fucking street seeing your goddamn black eye I’m going to ram straight into this boy and it’ll be all your fault.”

“He never hit the boy, but he came awfully close. My mom-” a few tears threatened to run down my face, and I felt the strangulation of painful memories beginning to tighten its grip. “My mom had to grab the wheel and swerve onto the other lane to avoid him.” I was kneeling on the ground, gravel digging into my knees, head inclined downwards, eyes shut as to relive that day behind closed curtains. “The kid was barely five,” I whispered out, words scrunched together. 

“We didn’t him him, but we were going so fast that when we swerved into the other lane, the car behind us didn’t have any time to react.”

I let myself peer out a sideways glance through the protective cascade of hair that had befallen over my expression, but I was not brave enough to fully follow through and scan the watchful eyes of the people before me. 

“There was blood everywhere... screaming, tires screeching. And my Dad, oh- my fucking DAD! He just kept on fucking driving!

We went on home, my Mom and I scared shitless. I didn’t understand how to cope with anything like that at my age, but I understood the severity of the situation, so it was good I didn’t cry. But my mom, she couldn’t stop sobbing, couldn’t stop replaying that scene over and over in her head… she got the beating of her life.

I still remember my Dad screaming at her, telling her it was her fault for killing that boy.

Next thing I remember she’s passed out on the floor with blood dripping from her head and my Dad standing over her body. I didn’t see the shotgun in his hand, but I saw it when he put it in his mouth.

Yet instead of a gunshot, all I heard was a knocking on the door. Guess who it was?

Cathy. She heard all of the commotion and came to check up on us. My Dad must have had a moment of clarity then, because he pushed past her and never came back.

We were lucky Cathy was a nurse. She saw Mom on the ground, saw she was breathing, checked to make sure if I was okay, and then stitched her up real good. As soon as she recovered, we never looked back.

When my Mom got in that car for the last time, she wasn’t scared. It was weird, not seeing her pray, not a single emotion or thought present on her face. She drove real steady that day, and parked it right in front of Atlanta P.D. with a note on the dash.

Our next stop? A halfway house for ‘disadvantaged’ women and children. We were there for about a month. For a few years after, we were in and out of there, my Mom never able to find something stable, and still with a fucking baaad taste in guys.

Finally, to end this long story, we were, guess where? Back in that goddamned halfway house when the shit hit the fan.

Maybe about a day or two after the news of the virus was on TV, family members started showing up, collecting their wives, mothers, sisters, nephews, grandkids, whatever.

A lot of those piece of shit husbands didn’t show up, however. Some of those women cried, still holding onto hope that their dickbag husbands loved them and would come rescue them. And, of course, there were the dangerous ones. The women we fought tooth-and-nail for to avoid them getting in the hands of their shitty husbands.

Once the news stopped broadcasting, we saw the sick walk. We holed up inside, families still coming to the rescue.

But there was this one guy, he managed to get his little girl out of there, but his wife would not budge. Susanna. She was so sweet, so scared. He had almost beat her to death twice, and he was still sickly enamored with her.”

In the middle of my speech, I only took one pause to think about the woman that Susanna was. I traced the gravel around me with my fingers, tranced in the thought of how in that horrific moment Susanna had never been more frail. 

Around me, I could hear the heavy breathing of the people that were either my friends or my enemies. It wasn’t common for me to bare my soul so freely, not even to myself, but I had felt a burden lift off my chest when I found this place, and these people demanded answers. Their weapons were still out, slick with blood, and I knew that if I was worth anything good, they’d be the right judge of me. 

“He reminded of my Dad,” I started. “Behind him, one of the sick walked up, biting the air and dragging his feet slowly, but the guy would not kill it. Not until Susanna moved. All she could do was pray and sob, paralyzed by fear. So then he threatened to kill the little girl, feed it to the sick one.

Where was I in all this? Right in the middle of it, and all I could see was the millions of times where my father made an ultimatum my mother and I weren’t comfortable with. The day where my Dad had crossed the line. And then I remembered when he had the shotgun in his hand, standing over my mother’s body, probably not sure whether to finish the job or just end his own life. Until Cathy barged in. 

So I killed that guy. I made the decision for him and that little girl and Susanna, so she could live and she would finally be free.

I made the decision to leave that hell-hole, and fucking murdered the rest of those piece of shit husbands I ever came into contact with.

You ask me how many walkers I’ve killed? Dozens, hundreds, thousands.

How many people I’ve killed?

Seven, at least at the start. A handful of others, too, that came much later. 

Why?

Because I’d regret seeing them all still living.”

I finally gathered the courage to look up, and I scanned the faces of the few people around me, making eye contact with each one. The man in front of me, the leader, I presumed, stared at me with his mouth pursed and pensive eyes. 

I glanced around the others, and despite my hard-shelled exterior, I was silently begging for one of them to speak up and break the tension. If this was one of their tactics, I praised them. Keep the tension building, and the one under it can crack in the oddest of ways. 

I gazed one final time into the eyes of the man before me, and set my stony gaze on the face of the woman next to him. “Hi, Carol,” I smiled.

[brizzlovesyou]

Hiiiiii sabrina 💕 3, 15, 27 and 29 for the ao3 wrapped game!

3) What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

It's gotta be a dwindling, mercurial high! That was a passion project born out of both sheer love and sheer frustration at what Netflix robbed us of. I related to my beloved Grizz perhaps more than I cared to admit and because he's such a well-read character, I got to experiment with how I write? It's much more poetic than my other works I think, and it was fun to challenge myself with how many literary references I could insert. Also, writing for a completely dead fandom that got one (1) season of a show 3 years ago definitely teaches you the value of writing for intrinsic validation and it was so fulfilling to know I was literally only writing it because it's what I wanted to read.

15) What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

late nights at the old arcade!! I'm really hoping to take my year-end holiday time to revamp my outline and figure out a plan for getting the rest of the chapters done. I have so many exciting plans for that story and I know exactly how it's going to end.

27) What do you listen to while writing?

Okay I love making playlists!! Sometimes I make them for a specific character or fandom, sometimes I make them for a specific fic. Sometimes I can't actually write with them on, but they're a really great thing to listen to while editing or beforehand to get me in the mood.

29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Alright my memory is really bad and I sometimes completely forget whatever I've written as soon as I hit publish as;ldkfj but here are two I'm very fond of:

From a dwindling, mercurial high Ch 1

Because Grizz has spent his entire life trying to speak a different language than the one that’s truly in his heart. He learned how to talk to girls, about girls. Learned terms like blitz and snap and fumble while trying to forget ones like kick-ball-change. Learned to keep his words and phrases simple, lest they fly far over the heads of his less eloquent peers.

He’s thrown himself into literature, into poetry, into any medium where people can bravely and beautifully express what they feel. He’s been memorizing their words since before he can remember - an instinct borne from the gratitude that someone somewhere can speak about the things he cannot. 

From late nights at the old arcade Ch 6

She flinched, finally hearing verbal confirmation of all the fears and anxieties that had kept her in a chokehold during those lonely nights in Atlanta, the ones whispering that there was no point in reaching out because they didn’t need her anymore. That JJ was somehow better off without her.

Somewhere, at the bottom of her heart, under layers of scar tissue and insecurity, she knew he was lashing out. Knew better than anyone that JJ Maybank didn’t let people in easily. Could almost see the scene before her replaced by neon fluorescents - a pink hue on his face as he told her about his shitshow of a childhood, each new revelation unlocking with a different jukebox selection.

Time warped, expanding and contracting, as it all flickered through her mind, all the different ways this could play out. She was just drunk enough to let her own hurt take priority, just high enough not to care about being the better person.

ao3 wrapped [writers edition] - send me a number from this post and I’ll answer!

[teapotteringabout]

Marina from Stingray for the ask game please!

Hiya Anon, thank you for the ask 🥰

First impression:

Loved her character design. Literally one of the most beautiful female GA characters I'd ever seen. Very unique facial features, mesmerising hair! 😘👌 however, I did worry a little that her inability to speak would be a running joke because *harr harr women talk too much*

Impression now:

While said joke certainly does appear, thankfully it's only a handful of times and not by the main cast (save Shore). As for Marina herself, absolutely love her. She clearly values her friends dearly even if they're romantic rivals. And though she's the Damsel in Distress on several occasions, she is shown to be brave - in ep 1 she helps Troy and Phones escape completely unprovoked, and she goes back to Titan to save Troy. Girl has some resolve 💪

Favourite moment:

There's a lot, but I think I have to give it to Sea of Oil when she realises Atlanta has been kidnapped. When I first watched it, I honestly thought they'd go down the route of Marina not telling anyone so she could have Troy to herself (sorry for being so cynical) and at the end when all is well, the cast would laugh and make a joke about women being feral when they're in love etc.

Particularly as earlier on, Troy acknowledged that he was very lucky man to have Atlanta.

Anyway, that didn't happen at all. Marina raises the alarm right away - by going straight to Troy, who she knows Atlanta is incredibly important to.

Something about that moment made me respect her a whole lot more.

Idea for a story:

Oh lots, including a romantic slow burn. But I'd love to write a fic in which she braves land travel for some important reason, and the consequences it could have on her. Also, her figuring out a train station or airport would be just 😔😔

Don't worry, a responsible adult like Atlanta would go with her

Unpopular opinion:

I really can't get on board with the backstory of a curse causing Marina's muteness. It's from an audio story but it completely contradicts the show itself. If Marina is cursed whereby she utters one word and someone dies, then why is she so eager to learn to speak in Countdown?

Favourite relationship:

Phones and Marina hands down, oh my goodness. When she links arms with him at the end of Treasure Down Below, that got me interested. But when he comforts her during Man From the Navy, I think that was The Moment I boarded that ship. He seems to have a real knack for working out what she's trying to say and is acutely aware of her, what she might be feeling etc. And of course, Marina will break the rules to help him

Favourite headcanon:

A personal headcanon - Marina can't read our alphabet, or at least not initially. I think the Pacifican language must be broadly the same as English (for...some reason) but the alphabet isn't. This provides a handy explanation as to why she doesn't just write what she wants to say. Obviously, she must learn to read it at some point because she is able to read a note in The Lighthouse Dwellers.

Plus, all those times where she's seen reading books/magazines - she's learning slowly, or looking at the pictures 😌

[dreamycloud]

For the ask game pls -

Troy Tempest 🐟🐟

Thanks for the ask, @teapotteringabout!

First Impression:

I liked Troy right away when I first started Stingray. Stingray was actually my first Gerry Anderson show, so I have a lot of love for him. He was just… so charming and gregarious and brave and just threw himself into the action. I also loved that he was this traditional, straight-laced hero character.

Impression Now:

Upon finishing the series and rewatching the episodes multiple times, I’ve come to see Troy’s character flaws and depth and loving him for it all. The more you watch, the easier it is to see his “perfect hero” persona peel back to a very real, nuanced character underneath. He’s got problems, he has weaknesses, and he does the very best he can in every situation. He’s just really neat.

Favorite Moment:

Jealous Troy makes me very happy, so I loved seeing him pick a fight with Captain Jordan in “The Man From the Navy” (seriously, one of my top favorite Stingray episodes). It’s easy to think of Troy as this perfect hero until you see him measured against Captain Jordan. I think that’s where I started realizing that Gerry and Sylvia really poured a lot of love and attention into making him a fleshed-out character. The way Troy defends WASP and bristles at the implication that Atlanta could be charmed by the Navy just gets me every time.

Idea for a Story:

I do have plans to write Stingray fics in the future. I just can’t write out of order or work on multiple stories at the same time. It’s my curse lol. But I defiantly want to write at least one Troy/Atlanta fic. I love them and they deserve more attention.

Unpopular Opinion:

The initial love triangle in Stingray doesn’t bother me. I’m generally not a big fan of love triangles at all, so this should have made me cringe. But upon rewatch, I realized that it’s not the typical formula. Troy is fascinated by Marina, yes, and who wouldn’t be, considering she’s this gorgeous, mysterious mermaid? He’s swept away by the momentum she brings when she joins WASP. But once the dust settles, he falls easily back into his steady relationship with Atlanta. He MAY have needed a push from Phones to do that in “Treasure Down Below,” but it did set him straight and solidified Phones/Marina. But yeah, I don’t blame Troy at all for his initial feelings. I would have fallen for Marina too.

Favorite Relationship:

Troy/Atlanta is my favorite! My gosh, these two are so cute. I admit that upon my first watch of Stingray, I was so focused on Marina that I didn’t pay too close attention to them. I’m sorry! But my gosh there are so many wonderful moments built into the series that show how wonderful Troy and Atlanta are, and how sweet they are to each other. I mean, the way Troy calls Atlanta “honey” in those quiet moments just gets me. And Atlanta is just so smart and savvy and I respect and admire her for holding such an important job at WASP while also taking care of her grouchy father haha. I love seeing close parental relationships like that, and it always feels like a treat when we get glimpses of Atlanta and Shore (I know I’m off topic, so let me also add that it makes me laugh whenever in those scenes I spot a random photograph of Troy in their home—what does Shore feel about that? LOL). Anyway, I love that with Troy/Atlanta, you also get Shore included. They feel like this comfortable cozy unit and it’s so nice to see—not something you see a lot of these days, at any rate.

Favorite Headcanon:

I fully believe that Troy is terrible at learning languages. He never is able to understand Marina beyond the yes or no tapping. And when he and Phones pretend to be Aquaphibians, he’s the one who blows the air bubbles in the glass of water while Phones does the voice and words. SO. Yeah. I really love that little flaw.

[montrealmadison]

keep me in mind

for @omgcpanniversaryweek day 5: updates/extras/arcs 

i was thinking about how much money i would personally pay ngozi to release any more information about what happened in madison and it made me want to post something i’ve been playing around with since i first read the comic! a love letter to sunshine boys, my home state of georgia, and jack “knock knock who’s there oh shit it’s my feelings” zimmermann.

this is inspired by all the writers who have tackled summer in madison (one of my favorite zimbits eras to read about in fic; it’s about the yearning!!!) and especially by @parvuls, whose fic right as things grow i reread about once a week.

They’re doing a cool eighty-five miles an hour down Interstate 20, which is a pretty inconvenient time for Jack to realize that he is just insanely turned on by watching Bitty drive.

He can’t quite pin down what’s driving him crazy. Maybe it’s the way Bitty’s hair catches the midmorning light and turns to gold. Maybe it’s the deep tan, the freckles that are sprinkled over the tops of his shoulders and the bridge of his nose. Maybe it’s the warmth Jack can feel radiating off his sun-heated skin, the muscles standing out in his forearms, the way the corner of his mouth turns up gently at Jack every time they make eye contact in the rearview mirror.

Or maybe it’s the way he sings with joyful abandon, voice soaring out the windows of his beat-up blue Chevy truck. Bitty’s always had a pleasant voice, strong and high and clear, that’s familiar to anyone who’s ever stepped foot in the Haus. Here, though, it’s a little rougher, a lot more country. He’s clearly in his element, keeping steady time with the palms of his hands on the truck’s steering wheel.

Speaking of Bitty’s hands, Jack can’t stop looking at them. They seem to be everywhere: turning the radio up, making sure Jack’s comfortable with the A/C, changing gears in a way that speaks to years of practice driving stick shifts. Jack, who’s never driven anything but an automatic, resolves to ask Bitty for a lesson sometime… just in case.

(It’s definitely not because he’s a little too interested in the way Bitty’s long, sure fingers flex against the gear shift. Or the way his thighs tense and then relax when he pops the clutch. Nope, definitely not.)

Georgia suits Bitty, Jack thinks to himself. He’s beyond beautiful here, lit up from the inside, like he’s captured a little of the blazing sunshine overhead to keep all for himself. The heat of the day has settled over the two of them, smothering Jack’s racing thoughts about all the ways today could potentially go wrong. He suddenly finds he can’t bring himself to worry much about anything when he’s got the chance to just sit back and observe Bitty on his home turf.

They don’t talk much for the first few miles out past the airport—mostly just You doin’ okay? and Yeah, I’m good, Bittle, and then a largely companionable silence. There’s definitely a sense that what lies unsaid between them might currently be too big for the cab of this truck, roomy though it might be, and Jack spends probably too long working through ways to organically bring up the topic. But as they leave 285 and the Atlanta skyline behind for the long, straight stretch of I-20 ahead of them, Bitty reaches over and casually covers one of Jack’s hands with his own.

“I’m real glad you’re here, Jack,” he says, soft, a little tentative. Even though Bitty’s got his eyes fixed on the road, Jack can tell there’s light in them; he thrills at the thought of maybe having put it there. “It means a lot to me that you came.”

Jack curls his fingers around Bitty’s, hoping to God that his palms aren’t too sweaty. He’s gratified when Bitty glances over and smiles at him. “Wouldn’t have missed it. I really wanted to see you. And your parents were so nice to invite me.”

Bitty laughs brightly. Joy, simple and uncomplicated, begins unspooling itself in Jack’s chest, where he’s kept it close to his heart through a whole summer of texting and calling and wanting. He can’t believe he gets to do this, gets to have this. He just has to be brave enough to try.

He looks at Bitty, at home here in the summer sun, and thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can be.

“Oh, honey,” Bitty is saying, oblivious to Jack’s thoughts, “I don’t know if nice sums it up. I thought my mama was gonna kill me if I didn’t make good on my promise and get you down here somehow. She’s been dyin’ to see you—not to mention cook for you—for weeks. Coach, too, I think, but at least he’s a little less threatening about it. Also, I’m thinkin’ we gotta try to get you sayin’ y’all by the end of this weekend, it’s so much more efficient—”

Jack could listen to Bitty talk all day. He likes the way his accent compresses some words but elongates the vowels, turning his sentences into an easy drawl. The accent’s pretty strong at Samwell, but here it almost sounds like he’s speaking a different language entirely.

He wants to feel Bitty’s lips forming those sounds against his own, wonders if it’ll feel as soft and comforting as it is to listen to. He’s so caught up in how attracted he is to the sound of that voice, in fact, that he almost doesn’t realize Bitty is still talking to him.

“...and then I told my Aunt Judy that that poor boy’s cornbread just ain’t quite done in the middle, bless him, and that he should just put those silly fears aside so he can come on over and meet you while you’re here because I really don’t think you’re as scary as you pretend to be, anyway, and—oh, Jack, I’m so sorry, I’m prattlin’ on and you haven’t even met none of these folks yet! Am I boring you?”

“No!” Jack says immediately, and maybe it’s a little blunt but he doesn’t know how to soften his next words so he just plows ahead. “I just, um. Uh. Was thinking about how I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

Bitty pauses—blinks—presses one freckled hand over his mouth—and then smiles impossibly wide, and, well, that’s about it for Jack’s heart. He thinks it shouldn’t be possible for the human body to contain so much joy, but both of them are sitting there and Bitty’s eyes are sparkling when they meet Jack’s in the rearview mirror and the happiness fizzing up through Jack’s ribcage simply can’t be stopped.

“That can probably be arranged, Mr. Zimmermann, if you can control yourself long enough for me to get off this highway.”

Jack, adrenaline thrilling in his chest, nevertheless makes a show of clasping his hands firmly in his lap.

“I’m on my best behavior, promise,” he says solemnly.

“You are the limit, Jack Laurent,” Bitty says, but he reaches over again and takes one of Jack’s hands and squeezes, hard. An acknowledgment, a promise, a choice. This is something. We have something precious here.

Jack squeezes back, looking out the window, trying to spot the exit sign that will get them off this highway and on to whatever else this weekend has in store.

[kelchase]

RNM Create 2021 | Day 2:  AU

I have been thinking about posting a rec list since June but, for some reason, I felt overwhelmed every time I wanted to sit down to put one together.  A friend of mine finally convinced me to submit one for @roswellnewmexicocreate so here I am.  Doing the thing. (Hopefully correctly - I’ve never created a rec list or participated in an event 😂 - please be kind) I don’t know that I will participate any other days but I do love to escape into a good AU so I think this was the right day to contribute.  If you haven’t checked out any of these stories I hope you will or revisit them if you haven’t read them in awhile.  Happy reading! :)

Send Me Home by @litwitlady (69,108 - completed)

Michael Guerin is the star first baseman for the Atlanta Braves. Alex Manes is a Nashville superstar. They meet at an after-game concert one cool September night, instantly connecting and unable to stay apart from one another. As Michael battles loneliness and a desire to embrace his various identities, he and Alex grow closer despite the many obstacles standing in their way.

Why I love it:  

1.  Aliens...but make it baseball. 😂  With that being said, the baseball is really secondary in this story. 

2. Honestly, Michael’s character growth throughout this story - *chef’s kiss*.  At the beginning of the story he thinks he is so alone with his secret & that he can’t trust anyone with it.  He eventually trusts his secret to Alex and Danny (aka one of the most wonderful OCs to ever exist) and they accept him for who he is.  Between Alex, and Danny and his family, he finds the home and family that he always longed for, realizing he is not as alone as he originally thought.  I hope we will eventually get to see this kind of love and support on the actual show.

3. You never doubt Michael and Alex’s love/attraction for each other.  Michael was all in right away to the point of making me giggle in delight as I followed along. 

4. The smut is 🔥 & I’ll leave it at that. 😉

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Hold Onto This Lullaby by southern_stars

After moving in with Alex, Michael starts to adopt some of his habits.

Why I love it:  I often think while watching RNM “just let Malex be happy!”  This story delivers the every day domestic fluff that I dream of.

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Heartbeat series by @adiwriting (133,057 - WIP)

During the lost decade, Alex gets Michael pregnant and Michael doesn't see or hear from him again for the next four and a half years. When Alex comes back to town, he discovers he has a daughter with Michael and they all have to figure out how to be a family.

Why I love it:

1.  I’ll be very upfront with you.  Mpreg is not my thing - no disrespect to anyone who enjoys it; it’s just not my usual cup of tea.  I truly almost did not read this story because of it and, let me tell you, my life would be lacking if I had not decided to give it a chance.  I will also mention that you see very little of Michael’s pregnancy in this series thus far.  I would say that there are less than a handful of flashback stories where you get a glimpse.

2. NOVA MAE.  @adiwriting has dreamed up the most wonderful little mixture of Michael and Alex.  She is smart and strong and sassy and I just love that Michael and his support system cultivated these characteristics in this vibrant little 4 year old.  I honestly just want to be Nova Mae when I grow up.

3. The fatherhood.  It melts me.  I have this secret notion of Isobel being a surrogate for Michael & Alex on the show.  I know that it is wishful thinking & highly doubt it will ever come to fruition so I’m happy to live in the world of Nova Mae and pretend. I also enjoy seeing the growth of Alex & Michael coming back together in their relationship while navigating fatherhood & parenting.

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See Something You Like? by @prouvaireafterdark (14067 - completed)

Monday afternoons at Pandora's Box are the best. They’re notoriously slow so Michael gets to work his shift alone, which gives him ample time to grade the engineering assignments he procrastinated on all weekend while he sits behind the counter.

It’s a Monday afternoon, in fact, about a year and a half later, when Michael hears the bell above the door chime softly to announce the arrival of a customer who would change his life forever.

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The Malex Sex Shop AU™️

Why I love it:  Sometimes you just need some filthy smut in your life and this story delivers. 🔥 Author does a great job with her tags if you want to see if it’s something that would float your boat. 😉

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*Special mention: 

My Crown is in My Heart series by @litwitlady

This was an arranged marriage fic between Michael & Alex that was a work in progress. I was unable to track it down on AO3 so I assume the author has since removed it but I still think about this story so often that I had to mention it.  I hope she doesn’t mind.

Why I loved it:

1. All I want from RNM is some alien soulmate bullshit & I think this story was headed in that direction.

2. I rarely care about political side stories in my fic but I was honestly intrigued by the world that was being built around the truce between humans and the alien race.  

3.  If I’m recalling correctly, Michael was an alien king (albeit somewhat reluctantly) & I enjoy anytime that Michael gets to be the focal point over Max.

@litwitlady should you ever decide to revisit this universe, you will have at least one very loyal reader. Also, if I totally missed the story on AO3, please feel free to reach out & I will edit my post.

[adiwriting]

A smutty, slutty fic rec list of some (but hardly all) of my favorite RNM smut fics for @rnmafterdark Day 3.

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to love and to cherish by @lambourngb

Summary: This picks up almost immediately after "in sickness and in health" [trojan horse] my post season two big bang. It's basically unapologetic happily-ever-after porn with a mention or two about the plot.

Favorite Part: Handprints & Powers. That's all I'm going to say. This is such an excellent Alex PoV smut

Favorite Line: “Maybe I should keep a handprint on you all the time. You’re so agreeable right now, I like it."

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Send Me Home* by @litwitlady

*Links to Chapter 8, my favorite smut in the whole story

Summary: Michael Guerin is the star first baseman for the Atlanta Braves. Alex Manes is a Nashville superstar. They meet at an after-game concert one cool September night, instantly connecting and unable to stay apart from one another. As Michael battles loneliness and a desire to embrace his various identities, he and Alex grow closer despite the many obstacles standing in their way.

Favorite Part: Confident Alex taking Michael apart, dirty talk, first time together sex? Where to I even start here...

Favorite Line: “Peeling back the layers that have built up and calcified over the years, so long Michael barely recognizes the insides of himself anymore -- all red pulp and no meaning. But now that Alex has found him, has stripped him bare and made sense of him again, maybe now Michael can recover the missing beats of his heart.”

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tuck my hair behind my ears and touch my soul by @haloud

part of the 'open up my eager eyes' verse which is an all time smutty fav of mine. I picked this story because it was the one that got me hooked.

Summary: Kyle’s not drunk, and Kyle’s not stupid. The warning bells are ringing loud and clear. But he can’t say he’s never been curious, late at night, in his long-buried, hottest dreams. Michael runs his finger around the rim of Kyle’s glass then holds it up to the light, admiring the way a single drop of liquor reflects the neon.

Kyle swallows. “Define adventurous,” he says.

Favorite Part: Alex turning Michael and Kyle both into needy messes. That's something I didn't know I needed in my life until Hal showed me.

Favorite Line: “Michael, you’re going to sit in that chair and behave for once,” Alex says, not looking away. “And you’re going to remind the both of us what you did to deserve sitting out while I enjoy my gift.”

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Take Me (Home, Darling) by @foramomentonly

Summary: Smut, smut, smut, and absolutely no plot anywhere.

Favorite Part: Alex being an endless tease and the sweet sexy torture he puts Michael through.

Favorite Line: "Michael comes to with his head in Alex’s lap, a blanket keeping his naked body warm, and Alex’s fingers combing back his curls, Alex’s deep, rich tenor singing him a love song. “Hi, beautiful,” Alex smiles down at him, voice soft. “Welcome home.”"

[searchingwardrobes]

It really started two weeks ago when our car broke down on the way to drop Joseph off at the airport. On Old National Highway of all places. And if you’re not from Atlanta, let me clue you in: the gas station had windows boarded up with plywood. Not the best place to break down.

Joseph did get to the airport on time, and he was in Colombia for a week, and it was insane, but I thought, “nobody wants to hear for the five thousandth time about my mundane stresses. Everybody is stressed, everybody is busy.” So I just didn’t make any excuses, and just told myself, “next week will be normal.��� 

Ha.

I was in the hospital Monday for six hours just for them to run a ton of tests and finally say, “okay, so yeah, it was food poisoning, but you’re not dying” and send me home. I don’t know that the anti-nausea medicine did anything, but it did knock me out until 10 am the next morning. Then I took it again on Tuesday, and I told Joseph to wake me up if the Braves won the World Series. What I meant was, “wake me up so I can watch everyone celebrate and run out on the field and go crazy,” but I wasn’t clear. I slept through he and Ian screaming their heads off, and all Joseph did was come into the bedroom after putting Ian to bed, kneel down next to me, shake me gently and say, “we won the World Series.” To which I weakly replied, “yay,” and went right back to sleep. 

The next morning, I wasn’t sure if it had been a dream, so I checked Facebook to find that Dansby Swanson has been elevated to some sort of prophet-like status here. @welllpthisishappening it’s like he can walk on water while artfully running his fingers through his hair. It’s crazy. 

I got well just in time to run kids all over town to their activities and sit in the freezing cold (fifty degrees is freezing in Georgia, okay?) to watch Luke’s football team heartbreakingly lose just shy of making the state championships. (The state championships for middle school parochial and Christian schools, so we’re not talking the plot of Remember the Titans here, but it made my 13 year old cry, okay?)

Did I also mention that Joseph is now driving the church van because we only have one vehicle? And the vehicle that broke down wasn’t even ours. These amazing, generous friends of ours have been letting us drive their SUV for YEARS because we couldn’t afford a second vehicle. And when Joseph called them to let them know what happened, I braced myself for Karl to freak out that we left their SUV with the keys in it on freakin Old National Highway of all places, but instead he was all “How bout them Braves?” And they talked about sports for like two hours, and I am overwhelmed by that kind of generosity and friendship. And it isn’t even a pastor thing because they don’t go to our church, and when Joseph suggested Karl donate the SUV to the church for a tax write off, he declined. 

As for Haley, she graduated out of PT Monday and then discovered that roller skating is way easier when you can skate flat-footed, so she’s been roller skating around the house ever since. Yes, we let her roller skate in the house. Why is that weird?

So that’s why I wonder if I will ever finish my third book. Why I have WIPs I haven’t touched in months and a list of fic ideas scribbled in a notebook that I haven’t even started. I told Joseph I need to go to a cabin in the woods where no one will bother me so I can write, but he said that’s the beginning of a horror movie. I countered that no, it’s the plot of a Hallmark Christmas movie minus the ruggedly handsome widower Christmas tree farmer because I am already madly in love with him. He still thinks it’s a bad idea. Not that it matters because we don’t own a cabin nor can we afford to rent a cabin, but our conversations half the time are ridiculous anyway. 

This is also why @kmomof4 is probably wondering why I haven’t finished In the Viper’s Den yet. 

So that’s my life that no one probably cares about, but it was strangely therapeutic to write it all down. 

And I still would like that cabin in the woods. With wifi - just clarify. Because at this rate I will not finish writing this book until 2025. 

[litwitlady]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Isobel Evans, Max Evans, a slew of original characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Baseball, Mentions of homophobia, baseball plays a part but not a huge part so don't let that deter you, the story heavily centers Michael, so much so that I currently only see Alex as a side character but that will change, the rating will rise to mature and explicit several chapters from now so keep that in mind, romcom sensibilities, lonely michael guerin searching for his happiness, he deserves a million hugs from everyone but esp Alex, forced outing story that happened in the past will come into play, idiots to lovers, a slow burn because they try to only be friends first Summary:

Michael Guerin is the star first baseman for the Atlanta Braves. Alex Manes is a Nashville superstar. They meet at an after-game concert one cool September night, instantly connecting and unable to stay apart from one another. As Michael battles loneliness and a desire to embrace his various identities, he and Alex grow closer despite the many obstacles standing in their way.

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Chapter 7 is live! It’s the last chapter I’ll post until January so that everyone can enjoy the Big Bangs and Secret Santa fics while I try to finish writing this beast.

Thank you so much to everyone who’s read and commented and supported me in anyway during this process. The fic is at 34k words which is the most I’ve ever written for a single story. <3 

[yespleasetommyshelby]

So! I'be started a Daryl Dixon fic that starts at the farm, but I don't wanna be writing if there's nobody to read, ya know? Anyhoes, here's a little summin, summin, let me know what you think!

*Contains Strong Language!

As yet untitled...

Three months, three whole moths ago the world went to complete and utter shit, a virus which caused people to turn into carnivores spread through the country like wildfire, taking out thousands of people in a single day. The simple way to put it - a zombie apocalypse.

I was alone when it started, originally from England I was doing some 'finding myself' travelling as my friends back home would put it, travelling through America in an attempt to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, not that it mattered anymore. I had made it to Atlanta before the virus hit, stranding me not only in another continent completely, but somewhere that I was in no way familiar with, I knew nobody, I had no idea where anything was and nothing but the clothes on my back. I'd met a few people out on the road, groups that only survived a few days before a herd would come through, or they'd let their guard down or even that their own greed got the better off them, not to mention the lack of common sense that seemed to be a running theme.

Since the last group I was with got overrun I steered clear of any other people, opting to only rely on myself. That was a month ago, a month since I'd last seen a living person, let alone spoken to one, I watched them get torn apart no matter how many of the dead I took down there were three more behind it, they stood no chance. Which is how I ended up where I am now, an English girl lost and alone running through an American woods with nothing but a hunting knife and the dirty ripped clothes I wore, along with around five or six of the dead stumbling behind me.

"Shit, fuck, motherfucker!" I yelled as I tripped over prt of a tree root that was sticking out above the ground yet hidden under a layer of fallen leaves, I groaned as a slid a few feet. "Ow! No, no, no!" I groaned as I pulled myself to my feet, an excruciating pain shooting from my ankle as I tried to put pressure on it.

The groans of the dead caught my attention, my eyes widening as they were much closer than they had been a few seconds ago, apparently much more steady footed than an actual living being.

"Screw it." I muttered to myself as I stood the best I could on my busted ankle, rolling my shoulders back as I readied myself for the oncoming dead. "No better time to die right?" I laughed humourlessly as the closest finally reached me.

Leaning forwards slightly I jammed my knife into its skull, the once sickening crunch of the rotting skull now nothing more than background noise after hearing it so many times. I huffed as I pulled my knife from its skull before its body hit the ground only to quickly raise it again as the second one stumbled towards me, just as quick as the first I took my knife from its skull and let the body drop the the ground beneath my feet.

"Two down, four to go, fantastic." I spoke to myself, a common occurrence now since the chances of finding another person are scarce to none.

I took down the next two without a problem, quickly stabbing them in the bead before on, no time to think between each hit. I groaned as my knife got stuck in the fifth one, the last one trying to grab at me only being held back by the grip I had on his dead buddy, pushing him back. I cried out as the body slipped from my grasp, tumbling down the small ditch beside me, the knife in its head going down with it, leaving me to fall to the ground with the last one falling on top, it's rotting jaw snapping inches away from my face. I put my hands on its chest and pushed as hard as I could, it's flaking skin sticking to my hands as I moved one, reaching around for anything I could grab to hit it with but finding nothing other than a few small stones and flimsy sticks that couldn't pierce a rotting apple, let alone a skull.

Realising there was nothing I could use I continued to use both hands to try and shove the corpse away, groaning at the ache in both arms as the creature fought against the hold I had on it, I could feel my grip slipping, the last of the skin on its ribs shifting as I moved. So I braced myself, I closed my eyes and let the happy memories of life before flood my thoughts, the groans of the dead just a distant noise, the weight of it on top of me being the only thing reminding me that I was still in the same shitty situation. Until it stopped, the groans had faded completely, the weight was still there but it was still, slowly opening my eyes i was met by the sight of an arrow piercing the cold, milky eyes that were set on me just seconds ago. Pushing the corpse to the side I took a deep breath as I laid back on the ground, looking up at the sky knowing that there must have been someone up there that owed me a HUGE favour at some point.

I laughed breathlessly as the tip of an arrow suddenly appeared infront of my face, following the muscles arms that was holding the bow my eyes landed on a dirty looking man, his brown hair wasn't long, per say, but it was definitely in need of cutting, it was covered in a layer of grease, dirt caked his clothes and exposed skin but I doubt I looked any better. My eyes landed on his face next, his eyes narrowed and his face pulled into a scowl as he looked me over briefly, his blue eyes taking in every detail before they met mine in silence.

"You gunna do it or not? Because to be quite honest I've had about as much as I can take today." I breathed out, lifting my head to look at him better before letting my head flop back in the dirt.

"Who are ya?" His southern accent didn't surprise me, if anything it suited the rough and tumble look he had going on, although everybody wore that look these days.

"Names Evie." I nodded as I pushed myself up so I was sat rather than laid in the dirt, my name sousing foreign as it rolled of my tongue for the first time in weeks. "What about you crossbow?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Where yer from?" He grunted, adjusting his grip on his bow but keeping it aimed firmly at the small space between my eyes, as he adjusted his bow I got a better look at his eyes, dark blue and guarded, yet there looked to be some twinkle of kindness, maybe, hiding behind those walls.

"Hello 'where yer from' nice name ya got there." I laughed slightly, not feeling the slightest bit threatened by the man in front of me although I probably should be, but there was something in his eyes, that little twinkle in his eye reassured me that he wasn't just some psycho-ass redneck hiding out in the woods. "No good with accents? I'm English." I told him after recieving no more than a blank look at my joke.

"Where's yer group?" The man of little words mumbled, doing a quick sweep behind him before retraining his aim on me.

"Don't have one." I shrugged bluntly, not wanting to think about the people I'd lost in such a short amount of time.

"Ge' on yer knees." He grunted once more, taking a step back to give me the room to do as he requested.

"Wow, buy a girl dinner first next time." I smirked and I swear I saw the corner of his mouth twitch up slightly before it was gone in the blink of an eye, but it was there.

"Hands 'hind yer back." He nodded towards me, lowering his weapon and reaching behind him and pulling out a rope.

"That best not have been where I think it was." I snorted as I moved to sit on my knees, him coming behind me and tying the rope around my wrists tightly, not like there was any point, he was built like a house whereas I had about as much muscle as a tadpole.

I hissed in pain as he gripped my upper arms and pulled me to my feet and pushed me forwards slightly, my ankle giving way at the pressure leaving me to stumble forwards, I braved myself for the ground only for his grip to be back on my arms, keeping me steady.

"Uh, thank you." I muttered awkwardly as he quickly took a step back and busied himself with biting on his thumb nail.

"Go." He muttered, briefly making eye contact before he readied his crossbow and turned hunter mode, eyes scanning the trees for, well, anything I guess.

"So where we headed?" I asked after a few minutes of walking in silence, the only sound heard being the crunching of leaves and sticks under my boots, crossbow however, had barely made a noise in his steps.

"Through the gap." He mumbled as we reached the end of the tree, looking to where he he had nodded I noticed that there was in fact a large gap between the bushes.

"Sir, yes sir." I rolled my eyes as I stepped forwards, pushing the branches out of the way before I stepped out into the clearing.

Immediately my eyes widened and my mouth dropped, the clearing, as it turns out, was home to a large farm house, noble and white standing in the middle of the field, a barn further back and stables off to the side, but that wasn't all that caught my attention. A small boy around eight or nine was hopping up and down the stairs outside the house, a large RV sat next to a small gathering of tents a fire pit sitting in the middle. A loud laugh caught my attention, a group of woman sat around a huge tub of water as they soaked their clothes with smiles on their faces, a group of people were gathered around a well-type thing, whatever it was they seemed pretty invested in getting down it.

"What is this place?" I mumbled to myself as I continued to look over at the groups, they was clean, they looked healthy, but more importantly, they looked happy.

A sudden loud whistle from behind me made me jump and suddenly all eyes were on us, the small boy from the steps stopped in his tracks before running to the group of women and into one of their arms, his mother in assuming.

"Wow, so discrete." I mumbled rolling my eyes as crossbow pushed me further into the clearing, forcing me to limp closer to the two men that were running towards us.

"Daryl!" One of them yelled, his southern accent not as thick as Crossbow's but definitely still there, he had dark brown hair and was wearing a sheriff's uniform which made me chuckle slightly. "Who's this?" He asked as they stopped infront of us, his eyes were kind, he gave me a small smile clearly realising that I wasn't a threat to them and if I was they could easily deal with me.

The other guy, not so much. He was watching me with a scowl on his face, his hand resting on the gun that was in a holster hanging from his waist, his eyes were dark and held a sense of something that I didn't like, or trust in the slightest.

"Found 'er in the woods, almos' got 'erself killed." Crossbow or Daryl grumbled the most words since we'd met.

"Holy shit, more than three words." I chuckled looking over my shoulder at him. "My names Evie by the way." I smiled up at the Sheriff before I turned to look back at Daryl. "And I had it under control." I said matter of factly, rolling my eyes as he grunted at me.

"Is she alone?" The other guy spoke for the first time, his eyes taking over my body as he spoke.

"Yeah." Daryl nodded as he came to stand besides me rather than behind.

"My eyes are up here dickhead." I scoffed as the still unnamed guy continued to look me over.

"Watch your mouth." He growled as he stepped forward.

"How 'bout you make me?" I smiled sarcastically making him growl and step forwards only to be stopped by the sheriff outstretched arm.

"Enough Shane." He muttered, sounding utterly done with this guys bullshit. "How many walkers you killed?"

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Sooooo, what do ya think? Is it worth me carrying on? 🤷🏻‍♀️

[welllpthisishappening]

@searchingwardrobes mentioned you in a post “Colin O’Donoghue decides to wear an Atlanta Braves hat to chat with...”

…half my day. @ welllpthisishappening ​ he wore an

L I S T E N. 

That was also the first thing I noticed when I saw the gifs, which...brings up a lot of questions for me, honestly. Why the Braves? Colin lived in Florida while he was filming The Right Stuff, right? And Vancouver obviously doesn’t have an MLB team, but like...the Dodgers are a big-name franchise that’s nearby. Does he just like the A? It’s kind of swoopy in a fun sort of way. 

Is he a fan of baseball???? WHAT ARE HIS THOUGHTS ON UNIVERSAL DH?? Does he have an opinion on Dansby Swanson’s curls???

ALSO. KILLIAN GOT DRAFTED BY AND PLAYED FOR THE ATLANTA BRAVES’ MINOR LEAGUE TEAM IN YOU PLAY BALL LIKE A GIRL, SO THAT WAS A LOT FOR ME TO COPE WITH AND SOME GOOD POSSIBLE FIC INSPIRATION. 

The whole thing just brings up a lot of sports-related questions and makes me want to write more baseball fic. Or talk about Dansby Swanson’s curls myself. They’re looking excellent so far this season. 

(Which might inspire some more Out of the Park stuff, actually! I wrote Nicky and Olivia’s first kiss just for my own fun a couple weeks ago and now...I kind of want to write more of that.)

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10,11 and 32 for the fanfic asks please queen ♥️

THANKS FOR THE ASK

band of brothers obvs ermmmmm probs luz or shifty when i’m feeling rlly soft

i just sort of go with what i think of in the moment for my imagines. for my actual fics i choose a song i think reflects the story

ron watched as nixon's expression changed drastically. "you're lucky to have her. she's as sharp as a tack, keen as a knife, hardworking, loyal and brave— but luckily she's kinda funny about it too."

build me up buttercup—speirs and nixon discuss buttercup

poppie leaned on one bum-cheek and slipped a lighter out of her back pocket. she then fumbled in her carton of cigarettes and lit up two. "here, have a smoke."

"smoking is bad for your health. it... gives you a cough."

"god i hate you." poppie sighed, shaking her head. "smoking probably is bad for your health." she paused. "but so are most things that momentarily feel good." that was the first poignant thing marla had ever heard poppie say.

don’t call me angel—poppie and marla discuss the possibility of marla leaving

“hey!” jenna called, as the trucks with another battalion rolled past. “hey!” after she’d captured their attention, she cupped her hands and yelled: “hi-yo silver, you fuckers!” the men of second platoon laughed and jenna felt an odd sense of pride swelling in her gut.

get free—the march to atlanta