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guentzel · 25 days

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3am conversation!

"Has anyone seen Demps?"

Aggie had asked the question offhandedly, but Tim could take a hint. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed Demps' absence; he just wasn't sure if his presence would be wanted.

But Aggie had looked at him with those all-knowing brown eyes, and Tim had sighed and rose from the table, saying, "I'll go look for him," while the rest of the guys cheered and made drunken remarks. Aggie had thumped him on the arm as he shuffled past, and Tim resigned himself to dealing with whatever happened next.

The small town in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere was practically dead this early in the morning. The only sign of life came from the bar and the light spilling onto the dusty roadways. There were drunks hanging out in the alleys, either vomiting or lying in it, and Tim only gave them a cursory glance before moving on.

If only Manion hadn't taken pity on them and allowed them to stay an extra night. They'd all be asleep on a train by now, and maybe Demps wouldn't've disappeared.

Tim shuddered, and promptly pushed the thought out of his mind. Demps wouldn't do that, he thought, firmly. Demps wouldn't be like all the others who've up and gone, never to be heard from again--Demps wasn't like that.

So he walked through town, eyes scanning from side to side, worry gnawing at his insides. Eventually, he reached the end of town and with only the dock left to check. As he bounded up the stairs, he caught sight of an all-too-familiar figure sitting on the pier, and his shoulders slumped. Of course.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked down the pier, stepping on loose boards and walking heavily. Demps' back straightened, head tilting back, before he slumped forward again, forearms resting on his thighs.

Did something happen? Sure, the game hadn't gone the way anyone wanted, but that happened. Try as they might, they can't win them all, and Demps had given it his all. It wasn't his fault the calls didn't go their way.

"Hey," Tim said as he dropped down next to Demps, dangling his legs over the end of the pier. "Everyone's looking for ya."

Demps hummed, low in his throat. "Are they?"

"Of course." Tim paused. "Donnie wants to drink you under the table."

"He should ask Lars."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Demps didn't laugh, just turned his blue eyes out onto the dark, still water, and that made Tim worry. He'd seen that look in plenty of guys' eyes before they went and did something stupid. Demps was not immune to 3AM idiocy.

"Do you ever wish that you were doing something else?"

The question took Tim by surprise, and he couldn't keep it from showing on his face. Demps wasn't looking at him, his fingers curled over the board.

Did he? Tim hadn't really thought about it, not really. The money they made was good, and he was doing what he loved. Hell, if it wasn't for this team, he wouldn't be able to be himself, and he wouldn't have Demps.

"No," he eventually said, "Not really. I like what we do. I like being here." With you.

Demps rubbed at his eyes, and Tim's stomach flipped. Suddenly, he felt that this conversation wasn't going to end very nicely, and he may be walking back to his room after this, devastated by the upcoming blow. "...Do you?" Tim asked, glad his voice didn't tremble.

"I don't know," Demps admitted. "Sometimes, I think I do. Want something different, I mean."

Shoving his hands between his thighs, Tim worried his bottom lip between his teeth. Suddenly, he felt cold all over, fingers tingling with numbness. "Like what?"

Demps shrugged. "I don't know. I used to live on a farm. Sometimes, I think I miss that. The simplicity of it, the routine. Having a home."

That, too, struck like a hot iron into Tim's gut. Maybe it was just Tim that felt wherever Demps was became home; maybe Demps was just using him to pass the time. Tim had never been close to his mother or father, his father's only contribution to his life being baseball. Demps, clearly, had a different experience.

"I don't think I'd ever want that."

Demps looked at him sharply. "Never?" At the shake of Tim's head, Demps asked, "...Even with me?"

Tim blinked, lips slightly parted. Demps was looking at him earnestly, now, and that anxiety had given way to discomfort. He hated being put on the spot to give answers--he liked thinking about his choices, the good and the bad. He worried about what it would be like for them--would they have to get married to women eventually? Move? Tim didn't have any skills that didn't involve throwing a ball around, so how much good would he do? Would he just be a hindrance?

Evidently, he took too long to respond, because Demps sighed. "Sorry, I know it's stupid to ask."

"I just--" Tim cleared his throat. "I don't know, Demps. That's a lot to think about--a lot of unforeseen consequences."

"Screw the consequences," Demps said, sharply. "Don't think about them. Just give me a straight, honest answer. If, hypothetically, everything would be fine, we would be fine... would you?"

That was all too easy to answer. "Yeah," Tim said, resting a hand on Demps' knee. "I would."

Demps covered Tim's hand with his own, and said nothing. Some of the tension had leaked around his eyes, and Demps listed towards him. With a small sigh, Tim tucked himself against Demps' side, the latter's cheek resting against the top of his head.

He would go anywhere with Demps, and he thought the catcher knew that. He would die to be with him, to stay with him. He'd even sell his soul to keep them together.

Maybe, someday, Demps would realize that.

#TY SORREL #sorry its not my otp i took advantage to write tim/demps sorry dkjfhgdfklg #mywriting #answered #sorrellegiance #ws*

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therosebudgirlwriter · 2 years

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Little Puff Daycare (Chapter 4: My New Dad)

Baz

Simon was right. Rosie seems so much more excited to go to kindy, now she has two little friends. Unsurprisingly, Simon couldn’t pick which child, so he introduced her to both Georgie and Beth. Rosie gets so excited to see them every morning. By the end of the next week, she’s dragging me out the door. I even make friends with their mums.

Georgie’s mum, Ellie, is also a young single parent. She’s the only person who has figured out Rosie is my kid. I even tell her everything about Simon. Mordy will not be pleased. She loves being the only one who knows about the Simon situation. She finds the whole thing hilarious.

So does Ellie.

I end up not seeing much of Simon. To be fair, I do avoid him whenever possible. After a couple days he seems to get the memo and leaves me alone. He keeps glaring at me whenever I talk to Ellie though. It’s the same look he used to give me when I would talk to his old girlfriend, Agatha. He must be jealous or something.

If he likes her, he should do something about it, instead of just glaring at me when I talk to her. Anyway, he needn’t worry. I have no interest in Ellie. Or any female, actually.

Which often confuses people when I mention Rosie.

Ellie thinks I should just tell him. So does Mordy. I refuse.

Simon

I think Baz has been avoiding me. It kinda upsets me. Probably because I apologised.

No other reason.

It’s totally not because he and Ellie have become super close. I mean he even took Georgie home with her, and when Georgie told me who she was going home with, she called him her new dad.

Which I decided was cute. After I stopped feeling weird about it.

I don’t know what is happening to me.

I need to call Penny.

Baz

I took Georgie home on Wednesday, and apparently she called me her new daddy in front of Simon, because Ellie thought it would be funny.

Ha ha.

She claimed it was punishment for not having the balls to tell Simon I’m madly in love with him.

Her words, not mine.

Simon

I end up forgetting to call Penny until around 8.

“Um, hallo Simon.”

“Hey Pen. Are you free to talk?”

“Well it’s 2am here, but I’m awake now, so sure.”

Oh yeah, I forgot about time differences.

Obviously I tell Penny everything. When I finally finish I can hear her start to laugh and then I hear Shepard.

“Simon. You don’t know? Penny, how does he still not know?” “Know what?”

“Dude, you have a mad crush on this Baz guy. Just ask him out.”

Penny outright cackles at that one.

“I do not. You haven’t met him. He is insufferable.”

“I don’t need to have met him. I know all about his eyes, and his hair, and how he’s so sweet with kids. You don’t feel weird. You just have a crush.”

“But I’m not gay. What about Aggie?”

Finally, Penny intervenes.

“It’s almost 3am Si, I refuse to have a nuanced conversation about sexuality with you. Just think about it.”

And then she hangs up on me.

Think about it? Yeah cause I’m so great at that.

I do try to though, which means I end up with less than two hours sleep and no clue whether I like Baz or not. Why is this so hard? I mean I’m not gay. But Baz is gorgeous.

Oh god. Am I gay? Fuck.

When I wake up I realise I need to be at work in 10 minutes. I’m only about 3 minutes late in the end. Most of the kids haven’t even arrived yet. Rosie isn’t here yet though.

I’m way too excited about that.

Baz

Rosie and I walk into the daycare drop off area. Simon looks like shit today. His hair is even more of a mess than usual. I have this urge to run my fingers through it. To try to make it look nicer. No other reason.

I say bye to Rosie and go to walk out, when Simon calls out my name. I turn around, and see him quickly walking towards me, like he’s scared I’ll make a break for it. I take a deep breath. I don’t know why I thought I could avoid him forever. Simon Snow always finds a way. Stubborn git.

“Hey Baz. I, uhh, I thought I should update you on how Rosie is going.”

“Good job Snow.”

“Simon.”

“Sorry, Simon. I am very impressed. You can say whole sentences now.”

Oh shit. Be nice Basilton. This isn’t Watford. I glance up at him to see how pissed off he is, but instead of finding him glaring at me, he actually laughs.

Jesus. He’s beautiful. I can’t help but smile back. His laugh is contagious.

Simon

Basilton Pitch is smiling at me. Sure he was just a bit of a prick, but old habits die hard, amiright? Plus, I am way too tired to find him offensive. And he looks so cute when he smiles. Makes him look less stuck-up. It’s not the same smile he gives Rosie, but I’ll take it.

I think Shepard is right. I’m head over heels for him.

Baz

Simon stares at me for what feels like an eternity before he remembers why he came over here again.

“Right, sorry. Rosie’s doing well now. She’s super engaged, and she’s even started talking to the other kids.”

“You’re good at your job.” I say. He really is. Rosie seems so much happier.

“Thanks. I love it. The kids are the best part of the job. Especially ones like Rosie. Your parents did a great job.”

I almost cry when I hear that. For some reason it feels more real when Simon says it. That moment of joy is short-lived when I remember he isn’t really complimenting me.

Now I feel like crying again. For a very different reason.

Simon

Shit. He looks sad now. Have I offended him somehow?

Great job Simon. You got him to smile and now he looks on the verge of tears.

“Baz? You ok?”

“Yes. I’m fine. Sorry, I need to go. Goodbye Simon.” he says as he dashes out of the kindy.

God fucking dammit.

Baz

I just make it to my car before I start sobbing. I sit in the front seat and sob hysterically. Other parents are staring as they walk into the kindy. I don’t even care.

Through my haze of tears I don’t see the person approaching my car until I hear a knock on my window. Must be Ellie on the way to drop off Georgie.

“I’m fine Ellie.”

“Um. It’s Simon”

Just my luck. I don’t make eye contact. This is already embarrassing enough.

“Did I forget something for Rosie?” I ask.

“Oh, no she’s fine. You just looked upset and I wanted to apologise for clearly being a dick.”

Of course Simon Snow thinks it’s his fault. I wipe my eyes and force myself to make eye contact. He’s looking at me like he feels sorry for me.

“No it’s fine. I just had a busy week and I’m feeling stressed.”

See. I didn’t lie. I just told a different truth.

“Oh. Ok. Anything I can do?”

“Not unless you can convince my professor to make Friday classes end early enough for me to be able to pick up Rosie.”

He slowly blinks at me.

“Can’t your parents or Ellie come and get her?”

I wish. But that’s kind of hard when your parents live like five hours away in Hampshire. And it’s even harder when you are trying to prove that you’re able to look after your own child. But he doesn’t know any of that. And I’m not about to tell him any of it either.

“No they can’t. Ellie’s mum looks after Georgie on Fridays, and my parents are staying in Hampshire at the moment.”

“You’re a good brother.”

I am very thankful that I don’t blush very easily.

Simon

I think I made him blush. I do feel sorry for him. Surely I could look after Rosie on Fridays.

“Also, I can’t fix the class problem. But I could look after Rosie for you? If you need.”

“I couldn’t make you do that. You guys close at 3, and I don’t finish till like 6:30. On top of that, my uni is 30 minutes away.”

I hate it when he looks all sad like this.

“It’s really fine Baz. Or should I call you Bazzy.”

There’s that smile.

“Bastard.” he says with a forced frown.

“If you are going to look after Rosie, you have to at least let me pay you.”

I wince, but sigh.

“Fine. But nothing extravagant.”

“I can’t promise that. But thank you Simon. I appreciate it.”

I almost swoon on the spot. He looks so handsome, even with a runny rose and bloodshot eyes. I wish I could record him saying my name. I’d loop it and never stop playing it.

He looks at his watch.

“I’ve got to be off. I’ll see you this afternoon then.”

“Don’t be late.” I say, smirking.

“Very funny Snow.” he says, shutting his door.

I watch as he drives off. He’d never date me. But I would be fine with us being friends. I hope he would be too.

#snowbaz #simon snow series #agatha wellbelove #simon snow #baz pitch #the simon snow trilogy #carry on #awtwb #wayward son #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3fic #archive of our own #my fic

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theoriginalcrossjumper · 5 years

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SUDDEN EPIPHANY

This is a really niche thing that not a lot of people are going to understand but I just had a seriously accurate thought

If Night Vale is Texas A&M,

Then Desert Bluffs is t.u.! (or “the university of texas” if you must call it that)

Basically Night Vale regards Desert Bluffs the same way that the Aggies I know regard t.u., including but not limited to literally letting out a hiss any time the name of said university is mentioned

this scares me a little bit with how accurate this is lmao

#aggie traditions #night vale #desert bluffs #3am thoughts

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mielikki-austin · 2 years

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11122021

Hello! It continues to be quiet here in Big A. It's been perfect weather for walking, which has been a wonderful change from the boggy, extra long summer, and using the hot tub suddenly seems reasonable too. Not much of interest has been going on; I get my COVID booster on my birthday next week, and my garden continues to thrive. Want to see proof? I bet you do! 1. More damn tomatoes! - It feels like they stay green forever, and I keep getting more. They will probably ripen all at once and I will be up to my ass in tomatoes, but I have also discovered the joys of fresh salsa, and barring that they can always go into spaghetti sauce. I still use the recipe Mom made, with a two hour jar variation or a from-scratch 4-5 hour kind. It's getting to be big pot of hot food season too.

2. Chiltepin! - I thought this was a chili pequin plant, but that's very slightly different from this guy- but it's basically the same. You may notice that in addition to a whole lot of peppers there is another flush of flowers (very small white star-shaped blooms), so I will also be up to my ass in tiny chile peppers even more than I already am. I don't eat really spicy food, though, so I've been trying to figure out what to do with them- then a friend said she was roasting them and putting them in a jar of honey. I've had 'chili honey' drizzled on things like pizza and it's really tasty, so I might try that...

3. Monarch migration - last week there were monarch butterflies everywhere you looked here. They're heading south for the winter, and nature-loving folks have suggested that we plant milkweeds for them and I'm pretty sure that's what this one is visiting here. They show up in Mexico right around the Day of the Dead and folks say they are the spirits of departed loved ones, and naturally I think of Mom when I see them since learning this.

4. Aggie football - Joel wanted to try to get to at least one Aggie game this year, so we went and watched them unexpectedly beat Auburn soundly. Being around that many people packed that closely together was a little anxiety-provoking, but I continue to be undefeated by COVID, knock wood. You may notice I haven't said much about the Longhorns this season... well, once again let's call this a building year.

5. Moons and planets - this is a great time to see planets in the evening, and I've been out almost every night checking them out. This is still visible now, though the Moon has moved, but the very, very bright one in the glow of the sunset is Venus- then there's another bright one higher up that's Jupiter, with less bright Saturn nearby. Next week is an almost total lunar eclipse Thursday night/Friday morning that I hope to stay up and see- if you're up around 3am stick your head out and take a peek, it should be spectacular, riding above Orion and the other winter stars.

More next week!

#weeklydadletter

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