#batter x player

[cutiemobuojisan]

Here is a diagram of The batter who ended up enjoying the summer.

[offantasiesandreams]

Batter and Zacharie with an Elsen Magnet Reader

Another request sent to the wrong blog, but oh well! This was a really cute one and fun to write! I love the Elsen! We should genetically engineer them into life so we can all collectively hug them!

Batter would be panicking internally, while appearing calm on the outside. Were it not for Zacharie’s excellent ability to read people, he would have gotten away with it as well. Yet, eyeing the room every once in a while, shortening his responses, tugging at the hem of his sleeve. It was those things that showed how Batter actually felt. Feeling bad for the one customer less bound by the game’s rules than most other inhabitants, Zacharie decided to get up and outside his shop, telling Batter to follow him.

Despite being hesitant to do so, Batter does as he’s told, his anxiety growing with every second. Why did he let you out of his sight? Was Zacharie to blame for this? The ever curious merchant had needed to ask as many questions as possible, haggling for impossible prices, barely affordable and yet selling the only useful items. Zacharie was not you, Batter shouldn’t have had to follow him.

Walking throughout the area, Batter was on edge, even the merchant wasn’t able to calm his nerves. For as hard as it was to care for everyone equally, Zacharie did want to help him for a reason other than simply selling his items, no matter how much he told himself it was merely for business. Putting a hand on his shoulder, Zacharie told Batter that everything was going to be alright, after all, he had the connections to find anyone and anything.

Despite the reassurance doing nothing in particular, the two of them moved on, rounding the next corner and walking towards where there seemed to have been a lot of commotion. Neither Elsen nor you walked the area, so it seemed plausible to the two of them that they would be making progress there. And indeed there you were, surrounded by a horde of Elsen.

Being clung onto for dear life by another one, you held an Elsen up like a cat while another one snuggled into your back, as did one into your chest. Clamouring surrounded you, the wish for being shown affection being expressed several times, among content sighs being exhaled by those happy few getting to touch you. Having set down the lucky guy you held just now, you gave him a kiss on top of his head and the two observers watched him waddle away, completely red faced and happy.

Taking the next one into your arms, you lost balance and fell onto the ground, which the little guys promptly took advantage of by all of them lying down somewhere on you simultaneously, a choir of happy sighs leaving them. The opposite of the sounds they usually made. Naturally, you couldn’t help but giggle and eventually laugh at their behaviour, especially as the previous ones came to see whether or not you were doing alright. That’s when you finally spotted Batter and Zacharie. As you called them over, completely over the moon, they did as they were told.

Of course, they asked you about what had happened and you answered that you had simply befriended the Elsen at one point and had gotten very affectionate with them. Looking at Batter, Zacharie couldn’t help but let out a small laugh himself. Being able to read people had its perks. For example, the longing gaze Batter gave you showed how much he wished to be an Elsen in that moment.

[cerise-on-top]

hiii! i'd like to request the batter with someone that's really doting on him, thank you!

Hey! That's such a cute idea for a request, thank you! Batter deserves to have someone with him that gives him the world! Shoutout to all the people wanting to treat Batter well!

Batter with a Doting Reader

First off: You are exactly what he needs. Considering his mission is above all things but one, that being you, he will neglect himself in favour of getting it done. After all, if he has the time to eat a meal he also has the time to slay a few spectres. No one can tell him not to, even if god himself were to descend from the heavens to tell him to. However, if you do it, then it’s a whole different story. Your word is the law, so if you need him to slow down for a bit, he will.

He wouldn’t be surprised by your kindness and benevolence, you are just that great, after all, but to say he wouldn’t be moved would be a lie. You, a being so much more than he could ever be, has decided he is worthy of being taken care of. Of receiving nourishment and affection. While he may not express it as smoothly outwardly as other people would, he tries to reciprocate. Batter isn’t a man of many words either, so he will show you his appreciation less so through words, which isn’t to say you won’t hear him say thank you, and more so by giving it 110% percent during his mission.

Expanding on the example in the first paragraph a bit, give him some food. He ignores most of his body’s pleas, which include nourishment, rest and fun but optional stimulation. Hearty meals are definitely among his favourites as they give him the energy he needs to get through the day fighting enemies far and wide. But he’ll eat anything you make, regardless of whether it tastes like a five-star chef made it or someone capable of burning a salad did. If the latter is the kind of cook you are, you might get to see him scrunch up his face ever so slightly in the corner of your eye, but he will still eat it. Even if he might claim it tastes “interesting”. But in the end, he appreciates the thought more than anything else.

In fact, if you cook for him enough times he might try to do the same for you, with varying degrees of success. He’s not human, so his dishes may be “interesting” to you as well. Again, he means well and just wants to make you happy as well.

On the rare occasion you guys have some spare time, you can introduce him to some hobbies. While I can’t see him being an avid reader, writer or artist, I can see him as the kind of person doing well with all sorts of puzzles. As for activities for several people: He’s a smart fella, he’ll pick up board and card games fairly quickly. Introduce him to chess, in less than a few games you’ll actually start losing to him. Compliment him on his wins and smarts. It’ll make him feel warm on the inside and chances are you’ll catch the rare sight of him smiling ever so slightly. But he also makes sure you get some wins in as well, as obvious as it is he lets you win.

Also, please tuck him into bed. Help him get ready, show him a routine for taking care of himself, pick up the blanket, tell him to lay down, and then put it over him. Lastly, give him a good night kiss on the forehead. He’ll be sparkling with happiness. Even better if you let him rest on your lap. Embarrassing as it might be at first, he’ll be looking at your face more so than anything else. Don’t mind that, he just thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous. Run your fingers through his hair, he can and will melt, as well as fall asleep. He is rather fatigued from his quest, after all, and does feel safe around you. As much as he would prefer to protect you from the world, he will also accept being the one taken care of.

If you pepper him in kisses he will be a happy Batter, albeit a flustered one. In fact, if you do it enough, he might just feel a bit more courageous and give you a quick peck as well. Either that or he might pull down his cap enough it would fall off were he not holding it. It’s a 30-70 at first, but the numbers change the longer the two of you are together.

When giving him lots of gifts you have acquired from anywhere, be it something expensive from Zacharie or an item you looked for days on end, he will treasure it forever. Doesn’t matter if it’s an ornate diamond necklace or a rock that reminded you of him. Anything you give him will be taken with him, if he can. Again, eventually, he will try to do the same for you by giving you all sorts of gifts as well. He is the kind of person to mimic what you do. They do say “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”.

All in all, he will be so happy and try to make everything up to you. Once he copies what you do, you’ll know you’ve reached a high level of love with him. Dote on him enough and he will let his guard down around you. Beware, though, he will grow even more protective of you. Not in a bad jealousy kind of way, rather in a way that shows “I love you so dearly, the world will stop the day something happens to you”.

[shachihataz]

acid tunnel of love (batter x reader)

tired and exhausted, you somehow persuade the batter to go to the amusement park, to your surprise was ran by none other than zacharie. it's just a silly amusement park, what could even happen?

To say the least, you were tired.

Exhausted from the battle against zone one's guardian, all you wished was for some rest.

Your companion, the Batter, thought otherwise.

"Can we please just take a day to relax? We just fought Dedan and we're low on supplies." You whined, hoping your pleas would be heard.

The tall man ignored you, which in Batter language meant no. You sighed. All you wanted was to take, at the most, was a few hours to rest.

You ached everywhere, and having to see the Batter beat Dedan into a fleshy mess is...well. Not a good sight for the slight faint of heart. Your head swam at the memory of that fight.

"Surely, you must be tired too." You hoped this would do the trick; after all, you weren't the only one who was exhausted.

Having to fight all those spectres, fighting Dedan, the constant travelling...it had to catch up to the Batter, non human or not.

"Even if I am tired, it should not interfere with this mission." The Batter gave you a side glance from his second pair of eyes. "You understand what this mission entails."

You huffed in annoyance. You cared for him, even if it was a little hard to show at times. More than your own want for relaxation, you wanted him to rest more than you.

"You need to rest too." Annoyance deeply embedded in your voice, you stopped in your tracks; the Batter taking notice and stopped. "How can you be purifying in top form if you overwork yourself to death?" You sighed, changing your tone to that of a softer, caring tone. "Please just rest for today at least."

Walking up to the man, you held his slightly cold hands in your slightly warm hands, sighing with concern.

You look up at him with concern in your eyes. "Please?"

Slightly shifting from feeling the gentle warmth of your hands, words and eyes, the Batter's intimidating stare shifted into something of a slightly soft gaze.

"Alright. But only for today. Do not ask me this again." He moved his hands from yours, grazing his hand upon his to feel the leftover warmth from your hands.

Despite being a stoic man who hasn't experienced any form of love in so long, this was a.. Welcomed feeling.

Your face lit up with excitement and relief that your hard working puppet would finally get the rest he deserves.

Surprisingly, there was a sign right in front of the both of you. To your left was an amusement park, courtesy of the sign.

Your eyes lit up once again in childlike wonder at the prospect of an amusement park in zone 2.

Holding to the Batter's sleeve, you jumped up and down, turning your head to look at the sign and the Batter. "Can we go, can we go?!?"

The Batter sighed, giving into his fate of fun times. "I don't see why not." He thought your excited self was rather amusing.

It was a refreshing sight to see compared to the numerous spectres and shades of pink.

Pointing to the pedalo recovery point to the Batter, you summon a pedalo while waiting for your partner to show up.

You and the Batter get in, taking a mere few seconds to get to the entrance of the park.

After all, it was only across from where you both were.

Getting out of the pedalo and walking down the steps leading to the park, you both were met with a marine blue hallway.

It was a rather welcome sight compared to the endless lilac plastic waters and various hues of pink and magenta zone 2 had to offer.

Walking down the hall in silence, you couldn't help but smile.

Being able to spend time with your partner in purification at an amusement park? Clearly you were dreaming.

It meant a lot to you that you were able to spend time with him like this, even if it meant it would never happen again.

Reaching the end of the tunnel, you see a pink balloon not too far from where you exited the hall.

Walking up to the pink balloon, you pop it and out came a fortune ticket.

"Hey Batter, we got a fortune ticket!" You wave the ticket in the air, a smile on your face.

"So we do." He promptly stated.

"Do you think we could find anymore balloons in here?" You pondered out loud, resting a finger to your cheek.

"Perhaps. Let's keep moving." The Batter walked in front of you, you following shortly after.

Upon entering the park, you were once met with the marine blue color and four elsen, which all look so frightened, poor dears.

You decided to talk to the elsen whilst your companion examined the signs.

"What a terribly frightening place... At least there are no phantoms to be found here."

"Yes, I see."

"Choosing between three attractions is too difficult for me."

"It is rather hard..."

"Putting water in a room is a really crazy concept."

"I-I suppose so..." It's not water though...

"Perhaps the room that lies beyond this door will cease to exist if I enter...And then I would fall endlessly into an abyss, which in itself does not even exist. What a terribly frightening thought!"

"Uh.. Yeah..."

At this point, you were even more exhausted and just wanted to go to the attractions.

Finally, a glimmer of hope in the shape of a tall stoic man appeared in front of you.

"What attraction would you like to go to? There is a roller coaster, a balloon game, and a water ride." The Batter stated.

"They're all good choices...Why don't you pick?" You said. "After all, this is your day to relax."

"It is yours too." He replied.

"Ah yes...But this is your day too. Whatever you choose to do first I'll like, if that's what you're wondering."

The Batter gave you a nod. "Alright. Let's go to the balloon game first."

"Sounds good!" You gave him a little smile and thumbs up before heading there. Left alone in the marine blue room, his gaze softened at your disappearing figure.

He found his puppeteer quite endearing and by proxy, he felt his heart open up a bit.

When he arrived, he saw you in a state of frustration over the pink balloons, the elsen in the stall simply observing.

"Batter, I can't win at this game." You frowned. "It's so simple yet I keep losing."

"Let me try." The Batter took the rest of the remaining darts from your hands.

Slightly blushing from the hand contact, you wished your companion good luck.

Walking up to the elsen, the elsen spoke in quite the fright due to the Batter's intimidating state.

"W... Welcome." "Play, play, play the Balloon Game! If... If you win, you get the grand prize. But... But if you lose, you might be sad. So... uh... be careful."

The Batter nodded his head as a yes to the elsen's words.

"Okay... Here are the rules. It's easy. When it's your turn, you can choose to pop one, two, or three balloons. When it's my turn, I'll do the same. The one who's left with the last balloon loses the game. Do you understand?" "Okay, let's start. I'll start first."

The elsen popped 1 balloon.

The Batter, raising his hand to throw the darts, three balloon.

The elsen popped another three.

The Batter, one balloon.

Another three balloons for the elsen.

Left with only two balloons left, the Batter threw his last dart at the balloon, leaving the elsen with one balloon.

He had won. "Batter, Batter, you did it! You won!" You jumped up and down, excitement and joy on your face.

"So I did." His lips tilted into a slight smile.

Your eyes widen in amazement at the Batter smiling, but before you could even ask, the elsen interrupted the shared victory between puppet and puppeteer.

"I... I... I've lost..." As much as you won rightfully, you felt a little bad for the guy.

"No... That's impossible... I have been cheating from the start..."

"Excuse me, what?" Your joyous face morphed into one of disbelief. "You-"

"You cheated!!! You bear me much ill will!" The elsen became burnt, taking the form of a Valzong-burnt. The transformation knocking you to the ground, you raised your arms to shield yourself form the burning black goo emanating from the burnt elsen's body.

The Batter with no time to waste, sprung to action. Standing in front of you with Alpha and Omega, faithful steel bat in hand, looked back to you w a protective gaze.

"Puppeteer, what is my commands?" He asked.

Hesitating from the sudden turn of events, you shout your commands. "Batter, use Run with Grace!" "Alpha and Omega, Requisite Bracket, Photographic Blur!"

With the command from his faithful puppeteer, he made quick work of purifying the burnt elsen.

"Adversary purified." He murmured, cleaning off the remaining black goo from his bat.

Alpha and Omega faded, until they were needed once again.

"Are you alright?" The Batter extended his hand for you to pull yourself into. "Just a little shaken, but I'll be alright." You smiled up at your companion.

You looked around and sighed. "Well, not much to do around here anymore." You linked your arm into the Batter's. "Let's go to the water ride!"

Taken aback from the sudden touch, the Batter's second pair of eyes opened slightly.

"Yes, let's." He murmured.

However upon entering the marine blue room again, you noticed that all the elsen were in a panic! What could have caused them to panic so badly?

Before you could speak to an elsen, it screamed.

"Aaaah! Aaaah!" "Spectres in the park!" "Panic!" Oh right. It must have been the balloon popping noises and burnt elsen that made them think there was spectres.

Hesitating on whether or not to try to calm them down, the Batter spoke up.

"Don't. It's not worth trying."

You sighed, knowing he was right. "Thank you."

"Well, water park it is then."

You and your ever stoic companion walked to the right of the room and entered it, seeing an elsen guard a door and a waterway.

Wondering what the elsen had to say, you un-link your arm from the Batter's, a slight frown on his face.

"Th... This is the boss's office. I... cannot let you enter."

"Oh, why is that?" You asked the elsen.

"U... Unless... Maybe you know him personally...? But... without proof, I cannot... I might get in trouble..."

You sighed. "Well, I suppose that makes sense."

Upon turning around to end the conversation, you see the Batter had already gotten the pedalo and was waiting patiently for you to climb aboard.

It was a funny sight, you thought. Seeing the tall Batter slightly cramped in such a small pedalo.

Nonetheless, you get in the pedalo.

Taking your seat behind the tall man, you tapped him on the shoulder as a silent way of telling him you were ready.

"These motors are placed underwater to guide the pedalo." He stated, but you couldn't see said motors.

Not choosing to waste time on looking for motors in the liquid plastic, you told him to go.

Upon pedaling away, you were once again met with lilac skies and the familiar pink walls.

The quiet splashing of the liquid plastic around the pedalo and soft breathing of you and your companion made you a little uncomfortable.

As much as you enjoyed this feeling of being close to the man you started to have feelings for, it was rather stuffy. Too much... going on.

The Batter could tell you were uncomfortable and stopped pedaling. "Are you alright?"

You jolted a bit from him speaking. "I'm fine, I promise." You felt so embarrassed, you just wanted to curl up into a ball. "You can keep going."

Pedaling onward, nothing else was spoken. Only the quiet lull of your breaths and gentle splashing of lilac liquid plastic.

It was only when the Batter took a turn, things took a turn. Literally.

Not remembering what the Batter said about there being motors under the water, the motor made a swift turn upwards.

You would have been knocked off the pedalo into the plastic, if had you not unconsciously wrapped your arms around the Batter's body in an attempt to save yourself.

When the the turn was over, you realized your cheek was met with something a hard, fleshy substance. Opening your eyes, you see a familiar tunic in front of you.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" You immediately unwrapped your arms from the man's waist and put them on your lap.

If you were embarrassed then, you were definitely embarrassed now.

"It's...alright." He spoke out.

Silence existed between the two of you until he spoke up again.

"If you want, you can wrap your arms around my body. I don't mind."

Your face grew hot. "O-Oh?" "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." He said, reassuring you.

Hesitating, you gently wrapped your arms around his body, resting your head on his back. "Is this alright?" You softly asked.

"Yes, it's fine." You smiled, happy you were resting on the back of the man you secretly love. You wanted this moment to last forever.

The Batter smiled slightly to himself, taking in the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body.

You enjoyed the ride so much. Seeing and feeling all the various twists and turns, telling your companion to pop the various balloons around the water ride.

This was a day you'd truly cherish in your heart. But cherished feeling or not, that feeling would come to haunt you once again.

"Um, Batter?" you murmured. You were so quiet that your voice could could rival the quiet splashing of liquid plastic.

"Yes?" Well, it's now or never. "I...Um.." "I just wanted to say um.." You tightened your embrace against the man. "That.. That I love.. You."

You wanted to just let go of the Batter and sink into the liquid plastic, never to be seen. You had just ruined whatever connection you had with the man.

"I..do as well." He murmured. "I share the same sentiment."

Now you really wanted to sink into the liquid plastic.

"You...You do?" Your answer came out as a whisper. "You really mean it?" This time louder.

"Yes, I do." He stated.

Your heart leaped, soared. The stoic being you've grown soft for in return, also liked you the same way.

Clinging to your companion even more, you smiled into his back. "I'm..Glad." Your answer muffled, but still could be heard.

Tuckered out from the tense exchange of confessions, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Nearing the end of the ride, the Batter heard the tale-tell sign of you sleeping, your soft snores.

He smiled to himself, his heart warm at how amusing you could be sometimes.

For once, he was glad to rest.

[hpdselfshipper]

This fic is literally so perfect I love this and I reread it about 4 times already. Highly recommended.

[ccaramel-llow]

hi phighting community and off community (and cult of the lamb community)

[milk-meat03]

Game OFF O.C <The Player>

Talkative, multi-personality, curious

[hon3y-y]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ “pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin’ me NyQuil…”

Suguru x fem!reader

Suguru used to swear off relationships, he liked to fuck and labels were exhausting. He felt strongly about this, until he had met you. He liked the intimacy, the connection, and the safety he felt with you. At times, he wondered the possibility of soulmates with the way you two seemed to fit into each other so naturally.

Your pussy being able to put him in a coma was just a bonus.

Suguru had sweat dripping from his brow, his eyes shut tight as he felt the warm stickiness of your wet cunt wrapped tightly around his thick cock. The feeling of Suguru's tip hitting your cervix nearly made you stop breathing. His cock leaking into you as he whined into your ear, “so fuckin’ good!” getting lost in the feeling of your tight cunt sucking him in. He had you in missionary, wanting needing to see your reactions every time he pounded into you roughly. Your nails dug into his soft skin, your mouth wide open letting cries of pleasure bounce on the wall.

“Guru’, R-right there!” You let out a silent scream as a strong pressure fills your cunt. He sped up, biting your shoulder to hush his own moans and indulge in yours. “wa-it, suguru!—“ you gasped, trying to push him away. He laughed breathily at your attempts, pinning your hands above you head as your eyes began to water. “Nuh uh, not going anywhere..” moving one hand to your waist to lift you up a little, perfectly battering the most sensitive part of you. You squirmed as your vision started to blur, the intense feeling made your legs shake and release liquid from your swollen and puffy pussy. You laid there lifeless, trying to breathe as suguru pulled away to watch the way you twitched.

“Look at this pussy~” he cooed when you tried to close your legs, his fingers too much for how sensitive you’ve become. He pulled them apart, a sadistic look in his eye as he let a glob of cool spit land on your soaked cunt, using his thumb to spread it. You bit your lip to hold back a whine, your back arching off the bed. “Is it too much?” Your glossy eyes met his and you nodded. He leaned down to kiss your lips, “you still gonna’ help me cum?” You paused before nodding again, a little sniffle coming from you when you felt his dick grind against you.

“Such a good girl, my perfect girl..” he praised, pulling back to watch his tip push into you again. He looked at the way your brows furrow, a small whimper leaving your glossy lips. Suguru smirked before shoving himself into you fully, taking a sharp intake of breath and letting his head roll back, “fu—uck..”

you immediately tried to pull away only for him to grab your soft hips. “Don’t run baby—you can take it.” His voice strained, fucking into you harder than before, finally chasing his own release. His hand wrapped around your throat, your voice squeaking up higher as you begged for him to use you. You reached up to tweak his nipples making a shiver run up his spin, a choked moan escaping him. “That’s it baby, take that fuckin’ dick.”

He curled himself into your neck when he came, continuing his rutting to work the both of you through your orgasms. He came a lot, purring as you whispered affirmations to him. “Love your pussy..” he muttered into your ear, kissing your neck while trying to level his breathing and wrap his arms around you. You smiled and played with his hair, knowing how much he loves the feeling.

After noticing how quiet it got, you got suspicious. “suguru?” Looking down, only to notice he had fallen asleep, still inside of you and on top of you. You groaned and rolled your eyes, “get up! suguru?! You do this every time-“ you were cut off with a whine and silence again. Maybe you should’ve riden him instead…

A/n; saw some fan art of him and now he won’t leave my mind🛌 also, thinking of writing hockey player!suguru, can’t get the image of him skating with his long hair flowing behind him he’s so fucking fine.

[babydollmarauders]

PHASES — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which luke is pining for the girl he knows he’s destined to be with

notes: 4.3k words. this is a new style of writing for me and i truthfully don’t know about it but it felt right for this fic.

Luke Hughes knows a lot of things.

he knows hockey. he knows history. and he knows that in this moment, drunk on cheap beer and lip locked with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, she and he are destined to be together.

but life and love are never simple. drunken hookups between best friends don’t just automatically make them a couple. and no matter how badly he wants to scream that she should be with him, he knows he has to wait it out; give her time to come to the same realization that he did two years ago.

her back digs into the armrest of the battered couch, her legs draped across Luke’s own as his fingertips grip her upper thigh. their faces are drawn together, her hands tangled beautifully in his curls, pulling him closer toward her vodka soaked lips.

“Lukey,” his name rolls off her tongue like a whispered prayer, causing a singular beat to skip in his heart.

“what do you need, doll?”

“you.”

and her singular word is the driving force that brings Luke to his feet, her hand laced with his as he leads her to his bedroom. the people in his apartment cast away from his mind, only one person occupying that space.

her.

surely, Jack can handle the party that he threw, no one would miss Luke.

and that thought is what leads them to his room, their bodies pressed together in mere minutes. the next few hours spent tangled between cotton sheets. his feverish touch making her body shake, and her soft sounds causing an intense sensation of need within him.

hot breath mingles, their lips rarely straying from each others. sweat coated skin sticking together as they christen his bed for the umpteenth time. neither mind clear, they find solace and pleasure with her legs wrapped around his waist and his sloppy thrusts bringing them to the highest points.

and when they call it a night, Luke’s hand slamming the car door shut after she falls into the backseat of an uber, he falls back into the same spot he started the night.

waiting for fate to bring her home to him for the final time.

***

the restaurant feels suffocating, her dress itchy, causing her to wiggle uncomfortably in her chair.

her date doesn’t even seem to notice, rambling on once more about how cool it is that she works for the New Jersey Devils.

“i mean, you must get to be around the players all the time, right? how did you even get that job?” what was this one’s name? Carter? Carson? it started with a C, right?

“i went to University of Michigan. graduated a year early with a degree in sport management, and after working with the hockey team there, i was able to secure a spot working for the Devils.” she smiles, a weak timid thing that barely even reaches her cheeks, “but yeah, i do spend a lot of time around the players. kinda my job to get content of them, ya know?”

maybe-Carter chuckles, nodding his head, “so are you like, friends with any of them?”

‘oh, here we go’ she thinks.

“i went to school with Luke Hughes, he’s kind of my best friend.” it was an instinct really, an involuntary reaction; for a smile to creep across her lips when she talks about Luke, “but i can’t really say much about him or the guys, they’re people too and they deserve their privacy.”

“right, totally respect that,” he nods, his lips falling into a tight line, and she can’t help but notice that they aren’t as pillowy as Luke’s.

his lips don’t nearly look as comforting to kiss. and his curls; they don’t… curl the way Luke’s do. rather he has a head of tighter curls, unlike Luke’s unruly mess of loose curls and waves mingling together. his eyes aren’t the right color either, erring on the side of a blue closer to Jack’s; which makes a shiver run down her spine, discomfort settling within her.

“are you cold?” he asks, catching sight of the goosebumps that spread across her skin. he huffs a condescendingly toned laugh before continuing, “maybe you should’ve brought a jacket, restaurants run cold.”

that was where she drew the line. with his obnoxious attitude combined with his interest, which only peaked when discussing her job, y/n was surprised she lasted as long as she did.

and if the fact that he wasn’t similar enough to her best friend played a small part in her leaving? well, could she really be blamed?

after all, it was Luke’s fault.

it was Luke who made the first move his freshman year of college, both of them tipsy on drinks made by Dylan and his heavy hand with rum. it was Luke who made the sophomore girl fall for him two years ago. it was Luke who drunkenly tells her he loves her as he buries himself inside of her, knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge. and it was Luke who has her going on at least five dates a month, trying to force the Devils rookie out of her heart.

or at least, she blames it on Luke; because she couldn’t allow herself to admit that she fell in love with him of her own accord. she can’t allow herself to confess how quickly their drunken hookups turned into something more for her. and she certainly can’t dwell on the fact that she hasn’t put a stop to them. how could she? those are the only moments that she can let herself believe, even for a moment, that she could be his.

because despite how badly she wanted it, she could never be Luke’s. not in the way she wants to be. no matter how hard she tries, she can never find the words to express how much he means to her. how much she loves him.

*

Luke laid on the couch, the springs digging into his back uncomfortably.

“dude, we really need a new couch.” he huffs, “and why am i laying like this? i don’t think people actually lay down in therapy outside of tv shows.”

“shut up, i’m taking notes.” Luke’s eyes drift to his older brother, who occupies the space of the living room chair.

“notes on what? i haven’t even said anything!”

“you don’t need to. i’ve listened to you bitch and moan about y/n for two years, i’m writing what i can remember.” Jack explains, his brows furrowed in focus as his pen scribbles messily across the notepad on his lap.

“why did i let you talk me into this?” Luke rolls his eyes at his brothers antics.

“because you’re pussy-whipped and you’re playing like shit.” Jack looks up from the notepad, straightening his posture and settling his focus on Luke.

“is that a medical diagnosis?” Luke jokes, his brow raising as he chuckles.

“no, that’s brotherly criticism. you get that for free, courtesy of the nine months we each spent in mom’s womb.” Luke cringes at his brothers words, shaking his head.

“don’t talk about mom’s womb.”

“just speak, dude. what’s going on in that curly head of yours?”

Luke sighs, his eyes drifting towards the ceiling. his hands fiddle with the cellphone that lays on his stomach, impatiently waiting for the text that he knows will come through.

it’s 10pm on an off day, he knows she’s got a date tonight. he also knows how her date will end; soon enough she’ll be texting him a long paragraph about how men suck and asking him to remind her why she can’t become a nun.

“well, i told you, i know she and i are meant to be together. i can feel it.” Luke starts, quickly cut off by the familiar grating voice he’s known his entire life.

“yeah, yeah, you’re a simp. move on.”

“has anyone ever told you that you’d make a horrible therapist?” Luke questions, head turning once more toward his brother.

“i can’t say anyone has, no.”

“yeah? well then, i’ll be the first.” he glares, “stick to hockey.”

“just keep talking, Lukey.”

“i think it’s getting harder to wait for her.” Luke confesses, and it feels like a small weight has been lifted off his chest; progress.

“so you wanna move on?” Jack asks, his pen scrawling along the paper again.

“no!” Luke huffs, sitting up on the couch to turn towards his brother, who quickly strikes out whatever he just wrote down, “i’m just saying that- that this whole waiting game is fucking with my head. Phil said i had to wait it out. he told me not to pressure her. practice my patience and let her come to the realization on her own.

“but, what if it goes on too long? she’s always going on dates, what if she meets someone else? what if it takes her ten years to realize what i realized like a month after we met?! what if she gets married before she realizes?”

“too many ‘what if’s’, dude. you’re hurting my brain.” Jack groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Luke, already in an emotional spiral, rolls his eyes, “what brain?”

“hey! i’m trying to help you here! don’t insult me!” Jack stands up, notepad falling to the floor and his hands drawing to his hips as he glares at the rookie defenseman.

“well you’re not much help.”

“you want my advice? either keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.”

“i’m going to bed.” Luke grumbles, pushing past the shorter man to go to his room.

“don’t forget, no morning skate tomorrow!” Jack calls out as Luke’s door clicks shut.

as Luke strips down to his boxers, his phone lights up on his bed, vibrating amongst the cotton sheets. and as he sees her name flashing on the screen, butterflies flutter in his core, making him swallow harshly in attempt to stop them.

he doesn’t even get a word out after accepting the call, her voice filtering through the speaker, “men suck.”

“oh yeah?” Luke can’t help but laugh at the repetitive cycle, “tell me more. how do we suck?”

“you just do, okay?” her tone is biting before she takes a sobering breath, “all he wanted to talk about was the team. i could practically see the walls shut down around him once i told him i couldn’t dish out the hot goss on players.”

“i’m sorry, y/n.” he’s not sorry. not even a little.

“remind me why i can’t be a nun?” her voice is distant as she takes the phone away from her ear so that she can unlock her apartment door.

“no tiktok and no sex.” Luke echoes for what feels like the hundredth time.

“right.” she kicks off her shoes, bumping the door shut behind her as her cat darts around between her legs, rubbing against her nylon tights, “you ready for the game tomorrow?”

“yeah.” no.

“good. i’m gonna go eat my weight in ice cream and scroll tiktok. goodnight, Lukey. thanks for the reminder and for listening to me rant.”

“any time. goodnight.”

as Luke lays in bed, he falls asleep with Jack’s advice echoing in his head.

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

meanwhile, y/n slumps on her sofa, a pint of ben & jerry’s in her hand as she looks down at the little ball of black fur that’s taken up residence by her feet.

“have you ever been in love, Sir Nightingale?”

the cat blinks back at her, patiently waiting for her attention. which comes in the form of her fingernails scratching lazily under his chin.

“i have.” she continues the one sided conversation, “it fucking sucks. never fall in love.”

***

the game was an absolute shit show.

Luke had taken a shoddy penalty in the first period; for delay of game, out of all things. which lead to a power play goal by the opposing team and leaving the Devils down by two.

it was only about five minutes later that Luke got an assist on a goal of Jack’s, but ultimately, the game still ended six to two, not in the Devils favor. not only did the team get yelled at for their lack of adequate effort, but Luke was singled out for at least two turned over pucks, which lead to opposing team goals.

and to make a bad night even worse, when all was said and done and Luke was finally showered and ready to just go home and wallow in the loss, he left the locker room to find y/n chatting with one of the equipment managers, Ben.

her hair twirled around her finger as she laughed at something Ben said, a red flush on her cheeks. Luke felt deflated, to say the least.

it was always someone else.

never him. never Luke.

he felt overlooked, and perhaps even unnoticed. it was like she never even saw him as an option, only ever the object of her desires when they were both tipsy and horny and already together.

and yet the feeling was still there. settled low within his gut, he still knew; he’s the one for her. he knows. he’s fairly certain that deep down, she knows it too.

is it his age? it’s only a year’s difference, surely it doesn’t matter, right? it was something else. it had to be, but he truly didn’t know what.

“y/n.” his voice carries through the hallway, settling in her ears and catching her attention.

turning towards him with wide doe eyes and parted lips, she smiles, “hey!”

“am i still giving you a ride home?” Luke’s expression is stony, giving nothing of his feelings away. though, he can’t help the way his eyes gravitate to the man behind her, Luke’s blank stare making the man cower just slightly.

and Luke almost felt proud of that. almost.

“actually, i think Ben and i are gonna go for some drinks. i’ll catch up with you tomorrow, yeah?”

his shoulders slump, his posture crumpling the same way his heart did in his chest.

“yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Luke barely gets two steps closer to the arena exit before her voice calls out, stopping him in his tracks. her heels click against the floor as fast as she could move, before she pops up in his vision.

“you played good. a few mistakes are normal, it’s your first full season, the most games you’ve ever played,” her voice is gentle, her eyes peering up at him softly through her wispy lashes, “i’m proud of you. don’t be too hard on yourself, alright?”

her arms wrap around his torso before he can even respond, her face buried in the chest of his suit. and before his heart can reach a normal pace again, before he can wrap his arms around her in return, she’s pulling away.

with a wave of her hand and a small but awe-strikingly beautiful smile playing upon her lips, she’s walking away. back to Ben, who waits for her by the arena exit now.

and once more, Jack’s voice is back inside Luke’s head. driving him absolutely insane as he watches the love of his life walk out of the building, giggling at something another man said.

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

*

keep waiting and playing like shit and making easily avoidable mistakes, or say fuck it to your friends advice and tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

tell her how you feel.

“tell her how you feel.” Luke wakes with a startle, his head knocking against his brother’s, who was leaning over him.

Jack curses, hissing in pain as he holds a hand his forehead.

“what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Luke groans, voice groggy as he takes in his surroundings.

“i got up to take a piss and i could hear your phone blowing up all the way from the bathroom,” Jack explains, “shit, you have a bony ass head.”

“it’s called a skull. i know yours doesn’t house anything inside of it, but even i assumed you’d know what it is.”

Jack huffs, rolling his eyes. “ya know what? just for that, i take back my advice. fuck off and die alone, what do i care?”

“why were you giving me advice at-” Luke slides his phone off his nightstand, checking the time, “two in the morning?”

“she’s blowing up your phone.” Jack scowls, “something something men suck something something maybe being a nun is worth the no tiktok?”

Luke feels an odd sense of relief as he looks at his recent texts, finding exactly what Jack had described.

well, without the ‘something something’s.

“pretty sure you were saying her name in your sleep too,” Jack smirks, backing away towards the bedroom door, “tell her how you feel, dickhead. put you both out of your misery so i can get some sleep and not listen to your incessant whining.”

with that, Jack leaves, the wooden door clicking shut in its frame behind him.

reading through the texts, Luke gathers that she and Ben didn’t get very far into the night together, seeing as her messages were still legible, something drunk her could never accomplish.

the thought brings him an unnecessary amount of joy. but then he’s hit with an overwhelming sense of annoyance, remembering he’ll have to go through this process all over again soon.

truthfully, he doesn’t know how much more he can take. he’s not giving up on her, on the contrary, maybe Jack is right. maybe Phil couldn’t give advice for all women and maybe Luke should just stop waiting.

she wasn’t coming to a realization quick enough and honestly, Luke is fucking tired. tired of drunken hookups. tired of listening to her rant about failed dates and sucky guys. tired of being overlooked as an option. tired of his feelings going unnoticed.

the dial tone was ringing in his ear before Luke even realized that he had made a decision, like his hands were working on autopilot. like his heart knew what he would decide before his brain did.

“hey! did i wake you?” her words weren’t slurred, Luke noted. that’s good, she doesn’t even sound tipsy. she’s in a sound state of mind for his confession.

“no,” he shook his head, despite knowing she could see him, “well, yes but no? you didn’t wake me up but Jack did, he could hear my phone buzzing.”

“oh shit, i’m sorry! we can talk tomorrow if you wanna go back to sleep, i’m just about to-”

“i love you,” immediately, Luke is regretting this decision; the silence on the other end of the phone making him bite his lip in anxiety.

“what?” her voice cracks as she giggles, “Luke, are you drunk? did you drink before you went to bed?”

“no,” he groans out, his head dropping back in frustration, “i swear, i haven’t touched any alcohol tonight. just listen to me.”

“i’m always listening to you, Lukey.” her eyes widen as she sits on the edge of her plush bed, “i just don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“i love you,” he repeats, rolling his shoulders in attempt to psych himself back up before he takes a deep breath.

“i’m in love with you. i have been since freshman year. i think that somewhere deep down, you know just as much as i do, that you’re meant to be mine. and i’ve waited two years for you to realize it. i’ve been patient, i’ve held back, i’ve waited on the sidelines while you go out on dates and i’ve listened to you rant about men. and that’s no problem; when i’m done, if you decide you’re still not ready, i’ll continue to wait for you. because even if you’re not mine, i’m yours, y/n. but, i need to get this off my chest and i need you to know that i’m in love with you. my life isn’t complete without yours. and when you’re ready, i’ll be here waiting for you. i’ll always be here. when you’re ready for the drunk hookups to turn into sober love, i’m gonna be right here. because i think that’s our fate. i think that we were destined to find each other and i think we were meant to have this storyline in our love story, and i know that one day you’ll realize it too. you can tell me i’m insane, you can tell me you don’t feel the same, you can even tell me to fuck off, if that’s what you wanna do. i’ll back off, i won’t say another word, but i’ll still be waiting.”

y/n is silent, her hands shaking as she breathes through the tears that roll down her cheeks. in return, Luke is quiet too, patiently waiting for her to digest everything he just confessed. every built up feeling that he just let slip out of him.

“i love you too.” it feels like all the weight she’s been shouldering has been listed off of her with the utterance of those four simple words.

“you do?” he feels like he can’t breathe, like he’s just been knocked against the boards and his lungs forgot how to take in oxygen.

“yes. Luke, why do you think i go on those dates? have you not noticed that almost every guy i go out with resembles you? i didn’t know if you felt the same way, i didn’t know how to tell you how i felt without risking our entire friendship going up in flames. Luke, i’m so fucking in love with you and it hurt. for two years, i’ve reveled in our drunken moments because i thought that was all i’d ever get. i dreaded the day that you would meet someone and tell me it has to stop. i fell for you so hard and it was so scary and i just- i had to try and move on. i had to try and meet someone before ultimately, you did. because i knew that if you told me you met someone, and i was still in love with you? i would never recover from that, Luke. i wouldn’t. and now you’re saying this and i, god i feel so fucking stupidly in love with you. you don’t have to wait anymore, because i realized i love you a long time ago.”

Luke pushes out of his bed, any interest in sleep lost to him. pulling on a hoodie and an abandoned pair of sweatpants from his bedroom floor, he doesn’t even bother telling Jack that he’s leaving.

“god, i need to kiss you.” he slips on his nike slides, his fingers nimbly plucking his keys off the hook by the front door, and as quickly as he could manage, he was out of there.

“you can kiss me tomorrow, Lukey.” she smiles, finally rising from her bed to finish her nightly routine.

that is, until she hears a key turn in her front door. her eyebrows pull together as she wonders out of her room, greeted by sight of a disheveled Luke in her apartment doorway, who looks like he just ran down the stairs to get there.

hanging up the phone, she grins back at the tall boy.

“or i can kiss you now.” a playful smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he taking wide glides over to her.

his hands find her cheeks, his thumbs wiping gently over the supple, tear stained skin. the apartment is silent, their heartbeats racing as she gazes up at his beautiful eyes.

“or you can kiss me now.” she echoes, her words mumbled and low.

that’s the final straw, the confirmation Luke desperately needed, and finally, he allows his head to dip down. her lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of mint ice cream, and warmth spreads across his body, starting at his chest and almost blossoming across his body. Luke feels at home.

her hands desperately cling to his hoodie, as though he’ll disappear if she lets go, and his slide back to cup the nape of her neck. she has no desire to pull away, but her lungs spread with fire until she’s forced apart by the need to breathe.

“i love you.” she whispers, eyes closed as she rests her forehead against his own, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she bites back a lovelorn smile.

“i love you, sweet girl.”

“please don’t go back home. spend the night?” she finally opens her eyes, her head tipping back as he straightens up.

a pink hue glows upon his cheeks, and she can’t resist letting the backs of her fingers gently graze over the heated skin.

“not going anywhere, baby. staying right here.” his lips brush against her forehead, leaving a fleeting kiss in their wake and making her heartbeat flutter within her rib cage.

it feels right, the way they go about a new bed time routine. luke’s arms wrapped around her waist as she brushes her teeth, his eyes boring into her reflection. her head on his chest as they fall asleep, his alarm on for them to wake up for morning skate, together.

and if they were holding hands when they walked into the rink, if they were a cheesy couple who kissed before he entered the locker room, if his smile was a bit too wide in the tiktok she filmed for the Devils socials, if she chose the question ‘do you believe in fate?’ solely because of him, could they really be blamed?

[cutiemobuojisan]

This is a diagram of The batter whose attitude changes depending on how favorable he is to The player.

[offantasiesandreams]

being sandwiched between zac and batter as a birthday gift for the player playing baseball with the batter having tea with eloha thank you for the food, btw

Ooh, birtdoi request! That's another one I knew was gonna be coming eventually and have been waiting for!

Batter, Zacharie and Vader Eloha Spending Reader’s Birthday with Them

Zacharie is most definitely the kind of person to give you a hug on your birthday. Though, he will attempt to make it a special day for this one and try to persuade Batter into doing so as well. So, the second you wake up, you can find the merchant and Batter at your side, ready to give you the biggest hug they can muster. Meanwhile Eloha is standing on the sidelines, chuckling to herself, as she watches your surprise upon being woken up properly like this. Even so, you had to admit, being sandwiched between Batter and Zacharie like this was nice: one was strong and tall, a bit muscular too, while the other one was short and kind of soft to the touch. Both of them together made for a nice thermal equilibrium when together. You could have fallen right back asleep at that.

Rushing outside, the two of them went off, ready to get your birthday presents for you. Eloha, on the other hand, has already been waiting with hers in hand. Once you’re completely awake, she, too, will give you a gentle and warm hug, like that of a loving mother, before handing you her present. While she didn’t know exactly what to get you, she settled on the most beautifully adorned tea set you have ever seen as well as an adorable little plushie to keep you company in bed. But soon enough, the boys returned, each handing you their own gift. Zacharie’s was nicely wrapped while it was certain that Batter had some help wrapping his. The former gave you some expensive clothing, that can be used as armour, along with some coupons as a joke, while the latter would be the one to give you a weapon like his own so you would be able to defend yourself.

Because you thought it would be ironic, you made the suggestion that you could all play baseball together with each other. Naturally, Zacharie called dibs on Batter, who wanted nothing more than to play on your side, which he thus did. Since you were far too few people to play properly, and because Batter was also there, the game didn’t go on for too long before you and Zacharie collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. But every time you looked over at Batter, he seemed to have been rather happy that he finally got to do what he was good at with you. The one time you changed teams and you ended up being the pitcher, with him being the batter, of course, you could have sworn you saw a trace of a smile underneath his hat. But the real MVP was somehow Eloha, who, against all of your expectations, was able to catch Batter’s balls like it was nothing.

Once you were all finally done playing baseball with each other, Eloha would brew all of you some tea, letting you use your new tea set she got you. She put a lot of effort into it, even going as far as putting flowers on the table you are sitting on to make it more comfortable and have their scent waft through the area. While you, Zacharie and Eloha would enjoy your tea and take your time drinking it, Batter would immediately gulp it down, not quite understanding why you’re supposed to wait. Yes, you’ll have to heal his throat and scold him quite a bit to not do so again, but you could also truly and genuinely admire him for drinking it all in one go as soon as it was served without making a sound, only stating that the water was very hot.

[cerise-on-top]

wahaha it is me doting anon!! ty for saying my rq was good, i just thought the silly needed some doting ^_^ may i request love at first sight with the batter? ty!!

The scrunkly definitely needs some nice things in his life! That's also one of the reasons I started writing for OFF! The characters deserve nice things and I'm glad to see people agree with that notion! And of course you may request that! It's an adorable little prompt! I hope I'm doing it justice!

Love at First Sight

You cannot convince me that it isn’t canon anyway.

Batter knows you’re from another world, a higher one, and definitely isn’t above believing you’re some kind of messiah or deity, more likely the latter, even if you were to not have any powers whatsoever. While he may not have known you for a very long time, he was honoured to get to travel alongside you and fulfil such a holy mission.

When he saw you for the first time, however, he genuinely did not know you’d be this ethereal. You were truly the holiest thing he had ever laid his eyes upon.

Somehow, he already felt connected to you the moment you met, but brushed it off as you being his Puppeteer, pulling the metaphorical strings. Even so, he definitely wouldn’t have minded if those strings had been a bit more physical as well. Perhaps a thread of fate, red as in the colour of love.

While Batter’s eyes usually don’t hold that many emotions, the first time he laid his eyes upon you they were softer than usual. In fact, every time there was no danger around he’d gaze at you like that. And if you squint hard enough, you could even see his second pair of eyes being ever so slightly open. It’s a sight he doesn’t like to give too often as it usually seems a bit uncanny to the beings with two eyes only, giving him less aid when he needs intel.

Though in your case, he couldn’t help it. He wanted to take your appearance in as much as he could. Your eyes, your face, your smile. Everything. And soon enough, he had memorised it all.

The affection was very much there, he just didn’t know what it truly was. He had barely felt anything like it before and so he’s very confused by it all. But one thing he knew was that he did want to be close to you. You were like a magnet to him and he was iron. No matter how strong or rough he was, he would always want to return to you.

Another thing he didn’t realise at first was the fact that he wanted to understand you better. While it’s rare for him to want to get involved with anyone this deeply, he wanted to know what makes your world go round. What were you like? Would you be able to stay with a mere puppet like him? The answer “no” to the last question would undoubtedly break his heart, but he’d understand, there were quite a few differences between him and you.

Overall, he’d be much more considerate of you from the very beginning. While he’s a rather socially inept little guy he can and will try his best to help you out as much as you help him. Mutual help and understanding is the core aspect he wants to go for immediately, and he hopes you will cooperate with that during your shared time together.

[shachihataz]

#8 regret (batter x reader)

do you regret what you have done? or do you regret ever getting close?

you found yourself standing among the endless waves of liquid plastic in zone 0, gently nipping at your ankles and feet.

you see a familiar figure in the distance, talking to a familiar feline. he stood out from the colors of the plastic sea and many yellows. from your face blooms an expression of conflict; you are not sure whether to reach out to him or stay silent.

you've done it before; it ended in such a demise. you fell in love with him. by the end of the journey, you realized it was too late to go back on your mistakes; you had fallen for a monster in white clothing.

the memories still lurk in your mind; always waiting for you to slip up, to grasp your consciousness.

the white room was covered in blood stains, that of the batter and of the judge. you stared with blank, dull eyes. the same being who helped you in a zone 0 has now met a unfortunate fate. his lifeless body, old and dried blood caking up on the floor and his fur.

you rubbed your eyes; you wanted this to be an illusion. but alas, this was reality. and reality does not lie to its inhabitants.

your companion knelt down on one knee beside you, caressing your cheek with his bruised, blood stained hand.

"it's all over now." he murmured.

he got up, making his way to the switch.

you continued to sit there, everything crashing down on you just like the batter purifying those spectres, those guardians. his son.

all you could muster was to outstretch your hand in a pathetic means to stop him; he looked back at your terrified state.

his eyes softened. "you knew this would happen, my dear puppeteer." his hand on the switch. "now, it is time to rest."

you opened your eyes. your batter was just gesturing for you to come. perhaps this batter does not remember the events of what transpired.

you shook your head softly; nevermind.

this time, you will make things right.

this time, you will not regret.

this time.

[hpdselfshipper]

Your color

Gentle fingers touch the pure pale skin. Sometimes they stop to feel little scar they circle around old bruises lovingly covering them with whole palm. The breathing is like a feather carefully passing by short almost invisible skin hair. Index finger traces over blue veins. They are big almost pockin out of the skin. And it's beautiful.

— Batter, I really like how your veins look like. And arms too. And wrists are so big. I like touching your bones and sinews. Everything about you is so perfect. Color, texture I've never thought I find someone I want to look at so much. The way your muscles flow one into another, how some of your bones show at the surface, the way you stand and move, it's absolutely identical to what I learned in anatomy books but somehow it looks special, different. I don't know how it makes me feel. It's just so perfect. — and another light touch. This time on another hand. Batter felt serene. She brings so much peace to his soul. Nothing special, she doesn't do anything special. Kind words, encouragement, hugs, care, love. It's nothing special but it feels special. He reached to her hand. Thin and fragile. It lookes like it can break in any moment. He could feel everything under her skin. The hand turned around and lightly grabbed his own.

— Hah, you like mine too? It's flattering. Also did you know your skin color is cold one? It's when your veins are blue. They also can be greenish but it's a warm color. I'm cold too haha! — she showed her wrist so Batter can see it better. — I wonder what color Zacharie has... Alright we gonna quickly return to him! I wanna know!

With these words she stood up from sitting position, glanced at Batter who also did that and with wide steps she went straight to the merchant.

— Zacharie! Important questions! What is your color?

Zacharie was amused with this loud and fast yelling. He had no idea what are they talking about.

— Hehe, can you elaborate my dear Player?

— Err, it's too long to explain, just show me your hand.

He moved his hand to the Polya's side. He was intrigued, what else came to her mind this time.

— Oh, you are warm one! Cool! I mean not cool I'm cool you're not. I mean not like you're bad it's like you're not cold. Your color is not cold. Yes! Me and Batter are cold ones! — with these word she showed her and Batter's hands. Funny enough but they looked somehow similar.

— How interesting. Maybe you also interested in showing me color of your credits?

— Zacharie!

[fadedin2u]

hey batter, batter

MDNI 18+

synopsis: ellie and abby have been rivals for years, playing for their university’s softball team. one day you, their coach’s daughter, show up at their game and ruin everything.

content: ellabs x reader, reader isn’t specified to be fem or masc, reader is described as a “girl”, afab!reader, sub!reader, dom!abby, switch!ellie, cunnilingus(e! and r! receiving), fingering(everyone receiving), strap-on(r!receiving)

word count: 3.7k

notes: based on this, thank u to @andisalias for giving me the idea to do softball, i think it worked really well! disclaimer: i know NOTHING about sports and just did a lot of research for this fic, so if anything is inaccurate about softball, i’m so sorry lmao

ellie sits on a bench in the dugout, picking at her dirty fingernails as she watches abby go up to bat.

“i hate the fucking batting order, i swear to god that jared has a vendetta against me,” ellie tells dina, who’s up to bat after ellie.

jared, the coach for their university’s softball team, is standing off to the side of the field, watching each move anyone makes on the field like a hawk.

dina snorts, nodding towards abby; “i think he has a vendetta against you fucking with his star first baseman before she goes up to bat.”

ellie scoffs, “that bitch deserves it.”

dina laughs a little, “right.”

ellie shoots a glare towards dina and goes back to burning holes into the muscular blonde’s back with her intense staring as abby holds the bat up, ready to swing.

if ellie was honest with herself, she did find abby just a little bit attractive, but any attraction ellie felt was monumentally overpowered by her intense hatred and jealousy for the blonde. abby was an upperclassman and naturally excelled in softball, always managing to make ellie feel small just by walking past her, which ellie despised. luckily, she knew that abby was just as bothered by ellie in return.

the pitcher throws the softball and abby strikes out on all 3 throws. ellie’s eyebrows shoot up, surprised.

“oh shit.” dina remarks, “i can’t remember the last time i saw ellie strike out.”

ellie rolls her eyes, “she’s not that great, dude. she fucks up all the time.”

dina doesn’t reply, not wanting to amp up her teammate.

abby comes back to the dugout, simmering with embarrassment and rage. ellie stands up and bumps abby’s shoulder with her own as ellie goes to bat.

“nice going,” ellie sneers, her voice barely audible, but abby picks it up, her fists clenching at her sides as she takes a seat on the bench.

abby turns to look at the girl who distracted her in the stands, and it’s you, chewing a fat wad of Big League Chew. her cheeks grow warm at the thought of fucking up so badly in front of you.

‘knock it off, abs, you don’t even know her,’ abby’s brain supplies, and she tries to listen, turning back to watch ellie bat.

as ellie goes up to the plate, getting into position, she looks through the netting behind her to look at the crowd, looking to see if joel ended up making it to this game after work. she almost immediately finds joel, sitting at the front of the bleachers with a bag of sunflower seeds. ellie’s about to give him at least a nod, but is quickly distracted when she sees you sitting next to joel.

‘what the fuck? who the fuck is that?’ ellie thinks to herself, her cheeks reddening as she gets into position to bat.

she turns away for a second to catch another glimpse of you, but as she does, she feels the softball sail past her into the catcher’s mitt.

“strike one!”

ellie’s wholes face feels hot and she kicks herself internally for getting so distarcted that she didn’t even swing in front of one of the most attractive people she’s ever seen. she shakes out her head a little, and she hears joel clapping, offering some cheers of support for ellie, but it just makes her feel more humiliated.

ellie adjusts her position, avoiding eye contact with her coach as he silently fumes over his star players completely fucking up and out of their element.

when the pitcher pitches the ball again, ellie swings and misses. at this point, she can feel her rage physically in her stomach, burning. she wilts inside slightly as she thinks about you seeing her play the worst she’s played since high school.

on her last pitch, ellie swings too early and strikes out. ellie feels sick as she walks back to the dugout, tossing her bat on the ground with more force than she should use.

dina walks past ellie silently to go up to bat, knowing that saying anything to ellie about this right now would probably be a mistake.

ellie sits down on the bench, grinding her teeth as she makes a little hole in the dirt ground with her shoe.

abby leans over towards ellie, now smirking, “hmmm… karma’s a bitch, huh?”

ellie jaw thrusts forward, not replying or looking at abby in fear that she’ll lose all control and lunge at the bigger girl, which she knows their coach would probably kick ellie off the team for.

in the next inning, abby takes her position at first base as ellie takes center field. abby looks up at you, chewing her lip slightly as she does. she tries to push down the wild butterflies she has, cursing herself for how distracted she’s been getting by your mere presence and not wanting to fuck this up anymore.

abby looks back at her teammates, and catches ellie staring intently at the crowd. abby follows ellie’s line of sight back to you and she clenches her jaw.

as the game continues, abby and ellie both drag the team down significantly, the two most competitive and cutthroat girls now distracted and aloof, dropping balls and staring at you despite their efforts not to.

eventually, the game ends and the visiting team wins by a landslide. abby feels sick about being partly responsible for their first loss of the season. both girls walk with the team dejectedly as they file inside to the locker room, following their coach.

when they’re all in the locker room, jared lays in to them, specifically abby and ellie.

“abby. ellie. what the fuck was that? i’ve never seen either of you play like that. are you two fucking high?” jared reprimands angrily.

ellie’s face hardens, and she has to use every ounce of self control not to do something she’ll regret. abby, on the other hand, takes the criticism in, fully ashamed of how she played today.

“i’m sorry, coach… I was just off today, but it won’t happen again,” abby says, her head low.

ellie is so close to making fun of abby for kissing their coach’s ass, but before she does, you walk into the dressing room cautiously, sitting on a chair in the corner. ellie stares at you, confused, but her heart racing form just your presence.

jared shakes his head, “i just don’t get it, you’re both firecrackers normally, but today, it felt like you two weren’t even in the game.”

abby is stunned too, unable to come up with a response as she stares at you. you shift a little in your chair awkwardly as both women stare you down.

jared shakes his head again, “this better not happen ever again, got it? or else you’re off the team. you can’t pull this shit and off scott-free.”

abby and ellie both quickly snap their attention back to jared, knowing that both of their scholarships are from softball, and if they get kicked off, they’re fucked.

jared rubs his temples, “alright… i’m done for today. go home, and i’ll see you all at practice tomorrow.”

the team starts packing up their stuff, a few of them heading to the showers. ellie and abby watch as their coach approaches you.

jared gives you a hug, “hey, sorry that you had to hear that.”

you shake your head, clearly a little uncomfortable about watching jared reprimand the team. “it’s fine, dad, don’t worry.”

dad? ellie and abby’s jaws comically dropping at the same time.

as you and jared talk, ellie and abby tear themselves away to head to the showers, both of them irritated that the other is present.

‘jared’s fucking daughter??? there’s no way that dick made someone so beautiful,’ ellie sulks to herself, stripping her clothes.

both girls quickly shower and by the time they’re done and grabbing their bags, they’re the only two left in the locker room.

abby is determined not to say a word to ellie, but ellie has other plans.

“so, you have the hots for coach’s daughter then?” ellie asks as she stuffs her sweaty uniform into her bag, her hair wet and hanging in her face.

abby’s loose, wet hair dampens the back of her t-shirt as she glares at ellie, “please, don’t act like you weren’t drooling over her the whole game.”

ellie laughs a little, “well… yeah. i have eyes, dumbass.”

abby bristles, “so, you’re gonna ask her out or something?”

ellie shrugs, “and what if i did? afraid she might like me more, anderson?”

abby scoffs, “i’m more afraid of you harassing her.”

ellie glares at abby, taking a step towards her, “literally, fuck you.”

abby steps closer too, using her size advantage against ellie to try and intimidate her, “funny, it seems you ‘literally’ want to fuck her.”

“ummm…” they hear a small voice from the doorway of the locker room.

abby and ellie’s heads whip around and they see you standing there awkwardly.

“i, uh… my dad thinks he left his baseball cap in here and asked if i could find it before i head back to my dorm,” you over-explain, rambling a bit.

ellie’s eyes light up a little, ‘jackpot.’

“don’t worry, i’ll help you look around for it,” ellie immediately answers, going up to you, “i’m ellie, by the way.”

your cheeks are hot as you shake ellie’s hand, and abby realizes that ellie might be stealing her opportunity, and she walks up to you as well.

“hey, i’m abby.” she says, shaking your hand as well, her large hands engulfing yours, “and don’t stress, i know what his cap looks like, it must be around here somewhere.”

abby and ellie give each other murderous looks as they search the locker room for coach’s ball cap.

you look around as well, your brain racing as you contemplate what you overheard them saying before they saw you.

abby finds the ball cap on the counter and raises it up in victory, “found it!”

ellie takes a breath, trying not to get unnecessarily upset over something as trivial as this.

you grin, approaching abby, “oh thank god. i’m terrible at finding shit, i *really* appreciate you both helping me.”

“of course,” abby and ellie both respond at the same time, side eyeing each other slightly.

you stand in front of the two as an awkward silence settles over everyone.

you decide to be bold, for once in your life, and break the silence, “so, i, ummm… i overheard you two before walked in.”

abby’s eyes get big and ellie’s freckled face goes red.

“oh shit, i’m really so sorry,” abby says, running her hand through her loose hair anxiously as ellie stands there awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

you smile a little, “no, it’s okay. really.”

you step forward, closer to them, and the girl’s tense up.

“it is a shame that you can’t share me though,” you boldly suggest, surprised by your own confidence, but you knew that they wanted you. they certainly weren’t discreet during the game.

‘holy shit.’

abby’s jaw drops slightly and ellie pauses before slowly saying, “share?”

you take a step closer, looking back and forth between them, “yeah. share.”

abby turns to ellie, and in that moment, maybe for the first time, they’re on the same page.

“i wouldn’t mind sharing you,” abby responds, her voice soft and low.

ellie nods, taking a step closer to you, “i’m good with sharing too,” she quickly supplies.

a slow smile spreads over you face, your eyes sparkling as you press yourself against ellie.

“well then… feel like sharing me right now?”

abby laughs a little to herself at the lunacy of this situation, but she can’t say that she’s not already wet just from this conversation alone, so abby nods.

“fuck yeah i do,” ellie says enthusiastically before kissing you.

abby watches as ellie kisses you, and the fire in her stomach is a mix of lust and envy.

ellie’s hands are gripping your hips as she presses you more into her. you run your tongue over her bottom lip and she moans, letting you into her mouth.

you feel a warm pressure against your back and you realize that it’s abby.

“my turn, williams,” abby says, her hands gliding over your waist.

you break the kiss with ellie, and her pupils are dilated, her lips plump and wet with spit. “fuck.”

abby spins you around towards her and doesn’t waste any time before kissing you, her arms wrapping around you.

you feel ellie’s hands roaming as you and abby kiss, and feel ellie’s pelvis pressing against your ass. it takes you a moment for you to realize that she’s grinding herself against it, and the idea makes your underwear more soaked than it already was. abby nips at your bottom lip and you moan into her mouth.

ellie’s hands come down to palm and squeeze your ass.

“you’re fucking perfect,” ellie murmurs, still humping your ass like a bitch in heat.

you pull back from abby to take off your shirt, leaving you in your jeans and bra.

abby starts kissing your neck and chest as ellie unclasps your bra, helping you take it off. as soon as it’s off, ellie’s hands reach around you to squeeze your breasts.

“jesus christ…” ellie whispers, rolling your nipples between her thumb and index finger as you moan softly.

abby breath is coming heavier as she manhandles you to sit on one of the benches in the locker room. you don’t resist at all, completely ready for whatever comes next.

abby motions to ellie as she kneels between your legs, “come on, there’s one for each of us,” as she latches onto your nipple, sucking and squeezing one of your breasts.

ellie quickly goes beside abby, your legs spread as wide as they can with the two girls between them. ellie licks over your other nipple and blows on it, getting it hard.

“so fucking cute-“ ellie says before suckling your breast as well, her eyes closed as she moans in the back of her throat.

you look down, and your clit is pulsing against the seam of your jeans as you watch both girls latched onto your breast.

ellie pulls back, watching abby suck on your breast with flushed cheeks. abby notices that ellie is watching her and she pulls back to see what’s up. as soon as she does, ellie pulls her into a heated kiss.

you’re mesmerized as the two girls kiss each other aggressively, ellie’s hands coming up to tug on abby’s hair. abby moans as she gropes ellie’s small chest through her shirt. when they detach, ellie stands up, her eyes sparkling.

“i have an idea,” ellie says as she goes over to her backpack, rummaging around through it until she pulls out a satin, black bag. she opens it and pulls out a purple strap-on.

abby laughs a little, “williams, why the fuck do you casually have a strap in your backpack? do you bring that to every game or something?”

ellie’s face goes red, “fuck you. i like to be prepared, it’s not my fault you don’t have bitches. besides, are you complaining?”

abby snorts, “no, i guess i’m not.”

ellie takes off her shirt and pants, leaving her sports bra on as she puts on the strap. “anderson, lie down on the ground.”

too everyone’s surprise, abby follows ellie’s order.

“good girl.” ellie motions to you, “and you, take off your jeans and sit on her face, okay?”

you nod quickly, stripping completely naked before crawling onto abby. you look into your eyes, “you okay with this?”

abby nods eagerly, “very okay.”

you grin and situate yourself over her face, and you don’t have any warning before abby’s strong arms wrap around your thighs and pull you down so you’re fully sitting on her face.

you moan involuntarily as abby’s tongue laps over your wet cunt, completely vulgar noises coming from her mouth with a muffled, “you taste fucking incredible-“

ellie watches as abby pleasures you, and she rubs the base of the strap against her clit as she admires the two of you.

abby starts sucking on your clit and you moan loud, your eyes rolling back into your head. ellie approaches you two, watching abby eat you out.

ellie kneels down behind you, pressing her chest to your bare back, “wanna try and take me, baby?”

you nod eagerly, “please.”

ellie doesn’t need anyone confirmation before slipping two fingers into your pussy, curling them as abby suckles your clit. you moan loudly, your breaths heavy.

“so fuckin’ tight… you’re gonna feel fucking incredible on my cock, baby, i promise-“ ellie says as she takes out her fingers, sucking them clean, “fuck, abby wasn’t lying, you taste good.”

ellie positions her strap, rubbing the tip over your folds to tease you a little. you whimper, and that’s about all ellie can take before slipping the strap into you. you’re now on your hands and knees, with abby below you still at work on your clit, and ellie behind you as she starts thrusting into you.

“that pretty pussy is so fucking desperate for us, huh?” ellie says, her core tight as she grips your hips.

you moan at that, nodding, intense pleasure coursing through your body.

ellie laughs a little, thrusting harder, “do you have any fucking idea what you did to us out there, pretty girl? fucking distracting us- so fucking sexy-“ ellie pants, her eyes rolling back as she gets the friction she needs on her clit.

your orgasm is rapidly approaching, your body overwhelmed with stimulation. “i-i’m gonna-“

you nearly scream as you climax, your legs shaking with pleasure as you writhe around. ellie watches with a big grin on her face, fucking you as hard and as fast as she can through it.

when you come down, abby lifts you off her face with ease, “my turn.”

ellie takes off the strap and passes it to ellie, “oh, think you can fuck her better?”

abby huffs a laugh, “i know i can, williams.”

abby puts on the strap and strips off her clothes, keeping you in doggy as ellie come’s around in front of your face. ellie takes off her sports bra and boxers, sitting in front of your and spreading her legs, exposing strings of her arousal between her thighs, her auburn bush soaked in pre-cum.

you waste no time before diving in, your tongue lapping up her juices. ellie grunts and her hands fly to your head, keeping you in place, “jesus fucking christ-“

abby takes this moment to lick your cunt up from behind, tasting your cum from your previous orgasm before lining the strap up with your entrance and thrusting in deep without warning.

you moan into ellie’s pussy, and thrust your tongue down her entrance before replacing it with two fingers. ellie moans again, her eyes squeezing shut.

ellie fucked you relentlessly and hard, making you see stars, but abby fucks you like she’s trying to savor every moment, her eyes locked on your pussy as it stretches around the strap.

“you were made to take this dick, oh my god,” abby moans, thrusting deep and slow.

ellie starts whimpering as you suck on her clit, thrusting your fingers hard into her.

abby laughs a little at ellie’s reaction, never having seen ellie so docile.

“awww, you just needed to get your shitty attitude fucked out of you, huh, williams?”

ellie can barely respond, her head tilted back as you pleasure her, her stomach muscles trembling.

abby starts fucking you a little faster, wrapping an arm around you to play with your clit.

“can you give me one, princess? i don’t wanna be left out…” abby says, her chest pressed against your back as she fucks you.

every time you moan against ellie’s clit, still sucking it, and it sends delicious vibrations through it, amplifying ellie’s pleasure and making her tip over the edge, crying out as she climaxes.

you work ellie through her climax, despite your 2nd impending climax building in your lower belly.

as soon as she’s done, ellie stands up and moves behind abby, running her hands all over abby’s body.

abby moans as ellie plays with her nipple, her other hand coming down to squeeze abby’s ass before slipping a finger into abby’s cunt as abby fucks you.

abby moans unexpectedly, “fucking christ- more, elllie-“

ellie grins and slips in another finger, pumping her fingers in time with abby’s thrusts, curling them up each time ellie’s fingers bottom out.

abby’s pants come quicker, rubbing your clit faster. just as you’re sent into your next orgasm, abby cries out, fucking herself into you as she cums on ellie’s fingers.

when you both come down, abby slowly slips out of you, sitting on the cold locker room floor and leaning against ellie as abby pulls you into her lap.

“feeling okay?” abby asks as ellie brushes your hair out of your sweaty face.

you laugh weakly, still panting, “much better than okay.”

both girls giggle a little at that, and ellie asks with a cocky smirk, “so… who fucked you better?”

abby elbows ellie and ellie rolls her eyes, rubbing her arm.

you smirk a little and say, “hmmm… it was hard to tell. maybe we’ll have to do this again sometime to repeat the study, y’know?”

abby grins as ellie laughs, squeezing your thigh.

“well, in that case, we have to. in the name of accurate results. science, even.” ellie says as she settles in to abby’s side.

abby laughs this time, one arm wrapping around ellie’s bare shoulders, “damn, i guess we do.”

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