I’m not you. I go to sleep alone every night and I wake up alone every day. And it’s not like I haven’t tried looking over the years - I have, but there’s been no one since her.
Summary: Margo offers you some overtime. A prequel to Sunday Morning.
Warnings: Slow burn, age gap, drinking, grief, 18+ due to smut in part two
Word Count: 7.5k
A/N: In celebration of For All Mankind Season 3 airing tomorrow, this is Part One of my new Ed Baldwin series. Look out for Part Two coming very soon! Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writerand@sociiallydiisoriiented for all your help! <3
In all the years that you have worked for the Director of Johnson Space Centre, Ms. Margo Madison, you have never once known her to joke around, which is why you are certain she is being deadly serious about the offer she has just laid out before you.
Hesitating in the doorway of her office with doubt filling your mind, you bite your lip and attempt to sidestep the question. “I don’t know, Margo. Isn’t there anyone else you can ask?”
Seated at her desk, the older woman studies you over the rim of her glasses. When she responds, there’s a familiar hint of impatience evident amidst her lilting southern accent. “It’s just a bit of filing. I thought you wanted all the overtime you could get.”
She’s right. Under normal circumstances, you would jump at the opportunity to make a bit of extra money. Whilst working as Margo’s assistant doesn’t exactly pay peanuts, living alone on a single income and paying for your mother’s endless medical bills doesn’t leave you with much change at the end of the month.
I have always loved your Ed drabbles, but now that I have started watching the show, I have a bigger appreciation for how well you capture his character and the world of the show as a whole. As always, you have such a fantastic talent for making your Readers feel like they were always part of the show, just maybe a little to the left or right of the camera (if that makes sense ).
I love the Reader’s backstory and how well you gradually have her warm up to Ed in a way that seems natural and realistic. I am so excited to keep reading!
I Thought You Were Dead (Gordo Stevens x F!Reader)
Requested by @edwardbaldwin: a hundred difference kisses prompts 46 the reunion kiss… with Gordo? After he saves Jamestown? And they think he’s dead but really he’s just extremely hurt and brought back to earth.
Warnings: Season 2 Spoilers, pregnancy, puking, lets just pretend we’re star fleet at this point and have medicine that can save a person from space radiation, because you know…. fanfic
POOR MCB :(
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The minute they pulled you to the side, away from everybody, you knew something had gone bad. But you hadn’t expected it to be that bad.
“He what?” Margot gives you a sad smile as your world crumbles around you. There’s no way he could die. He’s Gordo Stevens. He’s immortal. “You’re wrong. He’s alive.”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but he’s gone. He and Tracey died saving Jamestown,” Margot remorses, Molly standing silently behind her, not really sure what to say. Your stomach churns, bitter acid rising in the back of your throat. “We’re bringing their bodies back for a burial, but there’s no way they could have survived out there.”
You shake your head, your hand rubbing your protruding bump as your heart races. He can’t be dead. Can he? “I think Imma puke,” your face pales as you lurch into the nearest trash can, Margot and Molly watching on with silent pity. After emptying the contents of your stomach, you turn to look at them. “I haven’t even told him. I haven’t even told him I’m pregnant with his kid.” Your voice is soft and Molly steps forward, placing a firm but caring hand on your shoulder.
“He died a hero. Why don’t you go sit in my office. I’ll give you a call when they’re back home.”
“What’s the point if he’s dead? I mean shit, how the hell am I gonna tell Danny and Jimmy that both their parents died?”
“We’re going to get them back home. Just please, get some rest,” Margot comments before walking away, leaving you and Molly alone. She pulls you into her side as she starts walking toward her office.
“When we were telling him how to wrap himself up, he seemed very adamant on making sure you weren’t alone. He knew the risks, and he took them, but not without thinking of you. He asked me to deliver this message,” Molly slips you a piece of paper and you don’t even bother to look at it as she opens the door to her office. “Just, say here for now. We’ll call you down when we get his body. I’m sorry for your loss.” She walks away and leaves you to your thoughts.
