#iswyftf

YESSS i love them. I really do want to get back to this wip but it’s going to require more planning than i originally thought and i’m lazy.

Rachel makes her way over to Stevie, slowly, stopping to congratulate the players she recognizes and the wives and children she bumps into, but deliberately, changing course as Stevie moves around the field.

Finally, she's within touching distance, and she reaches out to wrap one arm around Stevie's waist, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all of the affection she holds for this woman into it, not giving a shit that the Brewers and the Roses and the cameras are right there.

She wants them to see this. To see that Stevie is with her, that she is with Stevie.

It feels like she won the World Series, and she floats on air throughout the entire trophy ceremony.

So yep tldr Too Much and Favorite Colour are now on repeat for 2 days straight 💃🏻

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. CRJ IS THE QUEEN OF BOPS AND I WOULD DIE FOR HER.

im so proud to be even an infinitesimal part of spreading the gospel of CRJ honestly and i am so glad you love these songs!!

omg i love this and also im sorry if it got your hopes up!

i am always revisiting this universe. i have a couple wips brewing, and one day, i may even finish them lol. but i love this verse so much and i genuinely think about them every day. i really hope that one day i can finish these and post them.

I’d Swing With You for the Fences, by nontoxic

Patrick Brewer of all people sliding into his DM's is intriguing.

Because just two days ago, David stumbled across Patrick Brewer's Raya profile.

He remembers a single black-and-white photo of a clean-cut looking guy, wearing a baseball cap and laughing, his face turned away from the camera so it's seen mostly in profile. He had a great smile. David was struck by the way his eyes crinkled in the corners, by how genuine he looked.

PATRICK, 30 @patrickbrewer Lives In: Toronto, ON From: Toronto, ON Work: MLB Baseball

David swiped right without reading further.

PROFILE NOT FOUND.

Okay...

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Patrick Brewer, the MVP of last year's World Series and a viral social media star, has a bit of a crush on David Rose, a gallerist living in New York City and occasional guest star on his sister's reality show. He convinces himself to do something about it — after all, he's only in town to play the Yankees for a few nights.

(a self-indulgent baseball/celebrity au)

Ok so I felt better prepared at commenting yesterday after my fangirl anon and then...and then... do you know what it's like to become literally obsessed and then you dropped a sequel like two days later?!?! So now I can't even string words together BUT I do want to say attempt to convey how much I loved your writing.

It was just SUCH a love letter to the show and the characters. It was smart, sexy, hilarious, and so heart warming. Like I can't. The way you reassembled the characters in a different setting like I can't. It was SO good. Especially the way you so perfectly inserted specific in-universe moments to ground us.

This is gonna sound like I'm going off the rails but bear with me...

This is what that one twilight fic turned bdsm box office smash should have been.

I would read a whole book about your David and Patrick. I would watch the fuck out of that rom-com. It's a really beautiful, lovely take on those two beautiful beings falling in love.

And since DL&CO decided it was time 😑🙄😭 I'm thankful you said no the fuck it isn't.

It's so obvious you put everything into your work so I wouldn't dare say something like "I hope you write a hundred sequels" but like, that's the FEELING I'm trying to convey at the same time. I could and would read them.

Thank you so much!

omg im so sorry for not seeing this earlier!!!

this is honestly... the kindest thing anyone has ever said!!! i loved writing that 'verse, it's so incredibly personal and got me through the hardest time in my life, so it means so much that you love it.

this is honestly overwhelmingly kind and something i will screenshot to pull out on bad days, thank you, thank you, thank you!!! you made me cry today, in the best way. this is seriously so sweet, thank you omg

I just read ISWYFTF. Like- how. HOW.

WHY.

Can I rent space in your mind PLEASE.

ALSO, THANK YOU.

hi, this is so very nice???? thank you so much???

i loved writing that fic, and it makes me so emotional to know that people are still finding it and still connecting with it. im so glad you enjoyed it!!!

I’ll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm, by nontoxic

He should be excited for a whole month at home — holy fuck, this townhouse is his home — without his boyfriend.

And he is. Kind of. He can sprawl out in bed without Patrick's limbs kicking him back, he can eat pizza several nights a week without Patrick's teasing, he can nap in the afternoon without Patrick's twanging guitar, and, most importantly, he can shower — and face mask and undereye patch and pedicure himself — to his heart's content without Patrick banging on the bathroom door saying he needs to pee, as if his place doesn’t have two other bathrooms.

But the truth is, Patrick isn't here to do those things right now, and David can't deal with that. It makes him… itchy, or something. Like skin healing over from a scrape or like half his heart is in goddamn Tampa, the one fucking place he really, really doesn't want to follow, and he misses him so much.

--- an i'd swing with you for the fences coda, aka patrick is in florida for spring training and david is not handling it super well.