#mlb x female!reader

[stephstars08]

Best Friend’s Sister

Adley Rutschman x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Fluff and Maybe a Tiny Bit Of Angst, Mention of Cheating, Anxiety, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!)

Summary: Adley’s best friend is his teammate Gunnar and they have been so close ever since the Orioles drafted them. They are so close that they live together so when Gunnar’s big sister comes to Maryland to visit she stays with her brother and his best friend. But right when Adley meets Y/N he instantly falls for her which makes him freak out because he knows that he’s growing feelings for not just any girl, but he’s falling for his best friend’s sister.

Word Count: 2,018

Author’s Note: Just wanted to leave a little note that this story might not be completely accurate. This story takes place last season. I’ve heard Adley and Gunnar say that they have lived together multiple times. I don’t know if they just lived together when Gunnar first got called up or not and I don’t know if they live together now. They definitely live together during spring training but again this story takes place last season where I believed they were still living together during the regular season!

Adley is the star catcher for the Baltimore Orioles and his best friend is his teammate Gunnar Henderson who is the Orioles star in the in field and is also a star with his bat as well. Adley and Gunnar were both drafted by the team in 2019. Adley was drafted number one overall after is record breaking season at Oregon State University. The team ended the season with a National Championship. Gunnar was drafted right out of high school.

The boys became close through the minor leagues all the way up to the major leagues. Adley made his major league debut in May 2022 and Gunnar made his major league debut the same year in September.

People noticed the close bond between the two players that people were saying that Gunnar is Adley’s sidekick. Both boys have admitted that they are very close and have said that the main reason why they are so close is because they live together in a contemporary style house.

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The Orioles just ended the day with another win. The team has a day off tomorrow before they start another series back at home. The team is currently in Boston getting ready to leave Fenway for the airport back to Maryland.

The team was in the visitor’s locker room gathering their stuff up to head outside to the bus. Adley was putting on his sneakers when Gunnar approached him. “Remember my big sister, is coming tomorrow morning.” Gunnar said reminding him.

A couple months ago Gunnar’s sister who is just a couple years older than him told him that she will be coming to visit him from their home town in Alabama. Gunnar asked Adley if it was okay if Y/N can stay in their guest room while she’s in town which Adley told him it wasn’t a problem at all. Y/N is the only person in Gunnar’s family that Adley hasn’t met yet. Gunnar has told Adley how amazing Y/N is and how close they are with one another. Gunnar is very excited to see Y/N since when Gunnar is playing baseball he doesn’t see Y/N a lot since she’s busy with her career. Y/N just broke up with her boyfriend of one year so she felt like she needed to get away so why not visit her baby bro.

“Right, thanks for reminding me.” Adley told Gunnar as he tied the laces to his left shoe. “How long is she staying with us again?” Adley asked him in a curious tone as he put on his right shoe. “A week and a half.” Gunnar answered him.

“You’re going to love her. She’s like the girl version of me.” Gunnar told him. “Okay so I’m basically going to be living another you.” Adley said as he stood up after tying his right shoe. “Can’t wait.” Adley added in a teasing tone as he playfully rolled his eyes. “Hey! I’m a good roommate!” Gunnar said defending himself as Adley picked up his bags that had him equipment and uniform in. “Whatever you say.” Adley said still teasing his best friend as he made his way out of the locker room. Gunnar rolled his eyes and followed him. He knows that Adley’s just messing with him like he always does. Adley sees Gunnar as a little brother.

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It was the next morning and Adley was awoken by music playing downstairs. Adley let out a big groan as he got out of his comfy bed. He was planning on sleeping in since the team had a long day yesterday but obviously that’s not going to happen. Adley walked out of his room and stomped downstairs to the living room. He heard the music coming from the kitchen so he made his way towards the kitchen.

“Gunnar will you turn down the-“ Adley started to say in a snappy and annoyed tone but stopped himself when he saw that the person in the kitchen wasn’t Gunnar. Adley right away knew that it was Y/N since she looked similar to Gunnar. Y/N stopped mixing the pancake mix that was in the bowl and paused the music that was playing on her phone.

“Shit! You’re not Gunnar.” Adley said as his cheeks turned a rosy red in embarrassment. “No, but people do say that I do look like the girl version of him.” Y/N told him with a giggle. “I’m Y/N.” Y/N added introducing herself with a kind smile. “I’m Adley but you probably know that so why am I telling you something that you already know.” Adley said cursing at himself in his head. Y/N let out another giggle which made Adley’s heart skip a beat. “It’s okay.” Y/N reassured him.

“Sorry for barging in here like that.” Adley apologized. “You don’t have to apologize.” Y/N told him. “I’m sorry about the music. Gunnar kept turning it up.” Y/N apologized. “It’s okay. This ain’t the first time I’ve been woken up by Gunnar’s music.” Adley told her with a small sigh. “Yeah, as much as I love my little bro he can sometimes be hard to live with.” Y/N told him which made Adley let out a small laugh.

“Do you want some pancakes?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone as she walked over to the stove carring the bowl that had the pancake batter in. “Sure.” Adley said with a nod. Y/N gave him a small smile and started to pour some of the batter into the big pan with a spoon. As Y/N cooked the pancakes Adley walked over to the kitchen island and took a seat down onto one of the chairs. As she cooked Adley would glance over at her. He didn’t notice that he was just staring at her till Gunnar walked in caring a grocery bag that has a carton of milk in it.

“I’m back.” Gunnar said. “Hey sleepy head.” Gunnar said walking over to Adley and roughing up his messy brunette hair with his empty hand. Adley rolled his eyes as he pushed Gunnar’s arm away. “I hope my annoying sister didn’t bother you while I was gone.” Gunnar said in a teasing tone. “Oh shut up and put the milk in the fridge.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “Geez so mean.” Gunnar said pulling the milk out of the bag and walked over to the fridge. Y/N rolled her eyes as Gunnar opened the fridge and put the milk in it.

After Y/N finished making enough pancakes for herself and the boys they sat down at kitchen island together. As they ate Y/N and Gunnar told Adley stories about them growing up together. Adley also got to know Y/N as well.

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As the days passed and the more Adley has gotten to know Y/N he’s realized that he is falling for Y/N. And he knows that he’s not just falling for any girl, no! He’s falling for his best friend’s sister. He’s falling for Gunnar’s older sister.

When Adley’s around Y/N he just can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach. When they lock eyes Adley feels his heart rate speed up. He loves hearing her talk with her southern Alabama accent that matches Gunnar’s.

Adley knows that he’s falling head over heels for her and some times he feels like she feels the same way but sometimes he thinks that it’s all in his head. But that’s not his biggest worry. His biggest worry is what Gunnar will think. Would he freak out if he finds out that his best friend likes his sister? Even though Y/N is the older sibling he can tell that Gunnar is very over protective of her. Adley wants to tell Gunnar about what he’s been feeling but he’s worried about what his reaction would be.

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It was a Saturday night and the Orioles had an early game win so to celebrate some players game to Adley and Gunnar’s house. Y/N sat in the backyard with her brother and his teammates. Since there was a fire pit in the backyard Gunnar put some firewood in the pit and started a bomb fire so everyone sat around the fire just having some drinks and talked. As time passed some guys left one by one. Once the last teammate left Gunnar called it a night for himself since he was exhausted so he went inside to his room leaving Y/N and Adley alone by the bomb fire.

There was a comfortable silence between the two till Y/N broke it. “I enjoyed watching you play. You sure know how to put on a damn good show.” Y/N told him which made Adley blush. He was hoping that Y/N didn’t notice. “Thanks.” Adley said with a smile. “I’m glad I took this trip. Really has helped me get my mind a reset.” Y/N told him. “Gunnar told me that you recently just got out of a relationship.” Adley said in a soft voice. “Yeah.” Y/N said with a small nod.

“What happened?” Adley asked in a curious tone. “If you don’t mind me asking.” Adley quickly added. “It’s okay. You’re good.” Y/N reassured him which made him relax. “It all started two months ago when my ex boyfriend kept accusing me of cheating on which I wasn’t and just after we celebrated our one year anniversary I caught him in bed with a girl who was at the time a good friend to me.” Y/N told him which broke his heart to hear. “Damn. That’s fucked up.” Adley said with a hint of anger in his voice. “Turns out he had been cheating on me for months and was just accusing me of cheating so I would break up with him.” Y/N said with a heavy sigh as she stared down at her hands that were resting on her lap. “What a dick move.” Adley said in disgust. “It was a fucking cowardly move.” Y/N added with another sigh.

“You don’t need people like that in your life.” Adley told her. “They didn’t deserve to have you in their life. Especially that douchebag.” Adley added which made her look up at him. “Really?” Y/N asked him. “Y/N, you are a beautiful and an amazing girl.” Adley started to tell her as they locked eyes. “The perfect guy is out there for you. He’s waiting for you and he’s going to make you forget all about that asshole.” Adley told her with a warm smile. “Thanks Adley, I’ll remember that.” Y/N said returning the smile.

Adley knew that he was talking about himself being the guy but he was wondering if Y/N knew that he was the one he was talking about.

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Ever since that night by the bomb fire Adley and Y/N have become so close that for the rest of her visit she always wanted to be around him and just talking to him. It made both of them sad when Y/N had to leave to go back to Alabama. Before Y/N got on her plane she promised that she’ll keep in touch with him.

Gunnar was driving his car with Adley in the passenger seat driving his car back to their house. “You have a feelings for Y/N, don’t you?” Gunnar asked him which took Adley by surprise. He didn’t know what to say so he just stayed quiet. “It’s okay if you do.” Gunnar told him with a reassuring smile which made Adley’s nerves relax. “Yeah, she’s just everything that I look for in a girl.” Adley told him. It felt so good for him to finally say this out loud to someone.

“I know my sister better than anyone so I know that she definitely feels the same way.” Gunnar told him giving him a quick glance. “But just because I’m your best friend doesn’t mean that I won’t kick your ass if you break her heart.” Gunnar added in a stern tone. Adley let out a small laugh. He knew that was coming. “You have my word cowboy.” Adley said looking at him. Gunnar couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Adley’s nickname he gave him.

[frickingnerd]

the princess and her white knight

pairing: chat blanc/adrien agreste x fem!reader

summary: after your boyfriend gets akumatized, you try to hide from him. but cats are good at catching their prey...

tags: angst with a happy ending, akumatized!adrien/chat noir, cat blanc breaking free from the akuma, hugging, hurt/comfort

"what's wrong, princess? why are you running away from me~?"

chat blanc's voice echoed through an empty paris. there was nobody left but the two of you. just like he wanted it. he had you all for himself. but the one behind the mask wasn't the one you had fallen in love with. this wasn't your chat anymore! 

"you're hurting my feelings, you know…?"

chat sighed, looking around the empty streets of paris for you. you had managed to slip away from him and hide. but his voice came closer and closer. and you knew you couldn't hide forever… 

"gotcha~!"

suddenly, you were pressed against the nearest wall, as chat surprised you out of nowhere. though it shouldn't be a surprise that the cat was good at catching his prey…

"there you are, princess… why were you running away from me?"

chat slightly raised you up from the ground, your feet hanging in the air, as he kept you pinned against the wall. 

"you're… not him!" you huffed, struggling to push off the akumatized version of the one you loved. "you're not my chat–!!"

a sinister laugh escaped from his lips. 

"i'm all yours, princess~ why can't you see that? who cares who i am? chat noir, chat blanc… it's all the same!" 

you glared at him, but your attempts to escape only seemed to amuse chat blanc. until you just gave up…

"adrien…" you whispered softly, the name alone getting chat blanc to flinch. "i love you… i know you're still in there… please, stop this…" 

without a warning, chat blanc backed away from you, causing you to stumble back onto your feet as they met the ground again. 

"g-get away from me…"

your head shot up and when you looked into his eyes, you knew this wasn't chat blanc talking. 

"adrien…!"

"please… get away from me… i can't… hold back… i'll hurt you…"

every word leaving his lips seemed to be a struggle. it was like adrien was fighting against himself, deep inside. or rather, like he was fighting the akuma. 

"i'm not going anywhere…"

adrien's eyes widened in horror as you wrapped your arms around him tight.

"you can do this… you can reject the akuma, adrien…!"

your boyfriend was sobbing, his arms helplessly hanging at his side. he didn't have the strength to hug you back, the battle he was fighting on the inside taking all that he had. until finally, he let out an ear-piercing scream and collapsed into your arms, the akuma from his bell flying off into the sky… 

you held on close to adrien. the world around you didn't change. there was no ladybug to purify the akuma anymore. it was just you and him. and it would always just stay you and him. but at least you now had your adrien back. at least you'd now have each other...

[k-evans-reads]

Bruised

An On Deck Extension

Summary: An injury scares both Chris and Sam.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 3,738

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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September 2023

Sam followed her patient to the desk, smiling as they met their parent, and Sam told them goodbye before she headed back to her desk. She ignored the faint buzz from her phone, instead glancing at her schedule and seeing her next patient had canceled their appointment. As she began preparing for her next patient at four, her watch vibrated incessantly, and Sam’s brows furrowed as she saw Riley’s name on the notification.  

Her brother didn’t even let her say anything before he hurriedly asked, “Are you watching the game?” 

“No, today I’m shadowing at work,” she answered, brows furrowing at the urgency in his voice.  “Why?” 

“Chris is hurt.” 

Those three simple words made Sam’s heart drop and it felt like everything stood still for just a moment. This was a call that she always knew could happen, especially with the previous injuries that Chris had, but it was still one that she never hoped she’d get. Tears immediately started burning in her eyes, her brain wanting more information  to tell her that he was okay, but almost was afraid to ask in case she found out the opposite. 

“What happened?” She asked, a lump in her throat as she sat frozen in front of her computer, eyes avoiding everyone in the clinic. “Do you know if he’s okay?” 

Riley was quiet as the sounds of laughing, chatter, and the bustle of people filled the call, then his muffled movement replaced it as the background noise suddenly stopped. A quick glance at the time told Sam he was in between classes across town from the therapy clinic, likely grabbing – if she had to guess – a burrito at the dining hall while he caught some of the game before heading into the next lecture hall. “He was sliding into home and it looks like he caught his foot on the base and it twisted his ankle. He was laying on the field but now they’re carrying him off,” he explained, his voice dropping as she heard cars speed by. 

“I’m going to see if I can leave,” Sam decided, reaching under the desk for her bag, thankful she’d been in too much of a rush that morning to take the players and family parking pass out of her bag. “I’ll call you once I talk to Chris.” 

When she hung up the phone and turned to walk a few steps down the hall to find her boss, she didn’t know if she had seen the panic in Sam’s eyes or overheard the call, but simply encouraged her to go which had Sam running out of the clinic and climbing in her car as fast as possible. All it took was one rushed phone call with a member of the Red Sox’s staff to have them confirm Riley’s calls, but she was thankful for their assurance that they’d get her to him. It felt like a blur as she sped to the park, not even fully aware of how she got there, but all that mattered to Sam was that she was there and able to rush into the private entrance. She breathed a sigh of relief as a member of security walked her through the depths of the park, through winding hallways and past restricted access doors until they reached the medical room. 

The sight of Chris on the table took her breath away, with the way his hair was sticking up every which was, the undershirt that was plastered to his torso, the chain with his wedding band hanging from his neck, and the mess of his lower body – covered in dirt, with the leg of his pants pushed up and a bag of ice wrapped around his right ankle. It hid the scars she knew he hated, but the frustration on his face showed what he was feeling right now. She tutted as she stood in the doorway, eyes roaming over him and his tense frame as she breathed, “Chris, are you alright?” 

He all but jumped at the sound of her voice, likely distracted by the shooting pain based on the deep scowl on his face. His head turned on the table, meeting Sam’s worried eyes as he told her, “Baby, I didn’t know you were coming.” 

“Riley was watching the game and he called and told me what happened,” she murmured, stepping into the room as the security guard shut the door behind her and made his way back upstairs. She settled on a chair next to him, hand ghosting over his sweaty hair before it grasped his own and asked, “Are you okay?” 

“I’m not sure yet, the doctor just left to go look at the imaging,” he informed her, nodding his head towards the closed door, where Sam remembered seeing an office across the hall from them. 

She was quiet as she squeezed his hand comfortingly, finally asking, “Was it your ankle?” 

“Yeah and it fuckin’ hurts,” he muttered, shutting his eyes as his head slipped back on the exam table. 

Hearing his admission only made Sam’s heart break even further and her eyes arched in sympathy as she sighed, giving his hand another reassuring squeeze right as the door opened and the doctor came walking in with a folder in his hands. Sam could feel herself holding her breath as the doctor flipped open his folder, ready to deliver the news. 

“Is it broken?” 

“No, it turned out you have a high ankle sprain,” he told them, Sam breathing a sigh of relief at his words. They could manage that, but as the team doctor kept going she listened. “I’m going to send you home on crutches and have you go to your regular doctor tomorrow with Dean, so they can check out if it did any damage to what already is injured in your achilles.” 

Chris frowned, eyes locked on the man as he asked, “How long of a recovery is that?” 

“About 10 to 12 weeks,” he informed them, handing Sam a set of orders with a grateful smile. 

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” 

“Honestly Chris, given your past injuries and how you hit that base, I think you should be pretty happy about how lucky you were that this was the worst of it,” the doctor began, arching an eyebrow as he met Chris’ glare. 

His hand slipped out of Sam’s as he ran it through his hair in frustration, his voice sharp and angry as he said, “So I’m going to be out the rest of the fucking season.” 

“Considering you only have three more weeks, I can assure you that you won’t be ready to play by then,” the doctor confirmed, remorse in his voice. Sam shot him an apologetic look as she rested her hand on Chris’ shoulder, flipping through the papers and scanning them. There were the usual things – the copy of his images for the orthopedist to see, some medications they’d sent to the pharmacy to make the pain easier for him to manage, along with strict instructions to keep weight off of his leg and to elevate it when he could – but she felt her heart break for Chris as she saw, in black text, the repeated confirmation that his first season back was already over. 

“Fucking fantastic,” he muttered, practically scoffing. 

“I’m going to go get some crutches for you and then you can head out,” the doctor told them, ignoring Chris’ outburst. “But I’ll be putting a call into your doctor to make sure you can be seen tomorrow morning.” 

As the doctor headed back out of the room, Sam could practically feel the frustration and anger rolling off of Chris in waves. She knew just how hot headed and combative he could be, especially when it came to baseball and knew there was no use in talking him down at this point. It’d been a year and a half since they’d begun their relationship again, and it was a side of him she hadn’t seen since then. 

She followed Chris out of the building as he hobbled to her car on his crutches, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt from the locker room. He all but pouted as he sat in the passenger seat, the deafening screams from the crowd above them filling the otherwise silent car until they made it out onto the street and headed further into Boston towards the Back Bay until she pulled off at their apartment, heading into the open garage doors as the guard waved them in. 

He sulked the entire way up to their apartment, refusing to meet Sam’s eyes and instead stared straight ahead as he wordlessly made his way inside and turned the corner, heading straight down the hall into their room. He closed the door loudly behind him, clearly wanting to be alone for a bit, while Sam all but collapsed on the couch. She closed her eyes as she finally relaxed, for the first time in hours, but the buzz of her watch reminded her that Riley was still in the dark all these hours later, likely having ignored most of his class to refresh Twitter for any updates on Chris. 

Ignoring his several texts, she instead called, listening as it only rang once before Riley answered by asking her, “What’s going on? Is Chris okay?”

“More or less,” Sam shrugged, glancing down the hall with a frown as she heard a muffled curse from inside their room. “He has a high ankle sprain so the recovery is a little over two months.”

Riley sighed, quiet before whispering, “At least it’s already almost the end of the season.” 

“Try telling that to Chris,” Sam muttered, unable to help herself but vent.

“Is he upset?” 

“He’s pissed,” she amended, shaking her head with a sigh.  “I don’t know that I’ve hardly ever seen him like this.” 

“I can get why with it being his first season back and all,” Riley sympathized, then grew silent. “Maybe I could bring some dinner by the apartment. Do you think that would cheer him up?” 

Sam smiled, struck once again by how sweet he was. He’d always been like this, something she had attributed in earlier years as simply being a fluke given the environment he was raised in, but throughout the last year and a half of life being more stable and healthy than it’d ever been, she realized that was just who Riley was, a genuinely good person who rushed to help anyone or anything in need. “I think he’d love that, Riley,” she whispered. 

“Okay, I’ll be over soon,” the young man assured her, before hanging up. A quick glance at the clock told Sam it’d likely be an hour before he got there, so she headed to their room to get changed out of her clinic clothes and check on Chris. He was silent the entire time he was in the shower while she took her makeup off at the sink and pulled her hair back into a bun, Dodger wandering in to lay out on the tile floor, but as he got out of the shower he begrudgingly asked for her help with the crutches, towel, and redoing his brace on his aching ankle. 

By the time he was situated, her watch buzzed with a text from Riley telling her he was on his way up in the elevator, and she followed a still-moping Chris into the kitchen, helping him into a barstool just as the elevator dinged and Riley stepped into the glass-walled mudroom. 

They enjoyed their Shake Shack with little comment from Chris, other than him thanking Riley, handing him some cash to cover dinner, and making some half-hearted comments through Sam and Riley talking about their days. But as Sam and Riley left Chris in the kitchen to head to the elevator so Riley could go back to campus, the eighteen year old shot her a look once they were out of Chris’ eyesight. 

“You weren’t kidding, he really is angry,” he muttered, a frown on his face as he pressed the call button for the elevator. 

“Don’t take it personally Riley, he’s just upset about his ankle. It was so sweet of you to bring dinner by,” Sam assured and thanked him, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “You still spending the weekend here?” 

“Yeah I think so,” Riley nodded, before he shook his head and huffed out a laugh. “Although if Chris is still like this maybe I’d rather stay in my dorm.” 

“If Chris is still like this by the weekend I think I’m going to want to come stay in your dorm too,” Sam muttered playfully. Riley’s short laughter made her smile as well, and she hugged her little brother tightly before he stepped into the waiting elevator, yelling out a promise to text her once he was back in his dorm later. 

As the elevator doors slid shut, she turned and headed around the corner of the mudroom into the open living space, eyes widening as she saw Chris standing in front of the refrigerator. “What the hell are you doing?” She demanded, rushing to grab his crutches from where he left them at the island barstool, scowling at Chris. 

“Getting something to drink,” he petulantly told her, refusing to meet her eyes as she continued to all but shove the crutches at him. 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” she bit out, giving him a look until he rolled his eyes and shoved the crutches under his arms. “Why the fuck are you putting weight on your ankle?” 

“It’s just to the fridge,” he muttered, ignoring her eyes as he hobbled over to the living room, stopping to pat Dodger’s head as he walked by to go lay in the dog bed in the corner of the room. 

She rolled her own eyes as she watched him, following and telling him, “I could have gotten the water for you.” 

“I’m not some fuckin’ invalid, Sam,” Chris bit out, turning and meeting her gaze, his own eyes furious. 

“Did you seriously not just sit in that room with me and hear the doctor say not to put any weight on your ankle?” She scoffed, her hands flying in the air as she shook her head. “You’ve fucked up your ankle bad enough before and now you’re going to just add more damage to it?” 

“You think I don’t fucking know what’s happened to my ankle?!” He yelled as his cheeks flushed. “I took care of myself before when I was a helluva lot worse than this and I don’t need you breathing down my fuckin’ neck like I’m a baby.” 

Her arms crossed over her chest as she watched Chris practically scream at her, unable to get over his immaturity and own stupidity as she pointed out, with a raised voice as well, “Well you’re certainly acting like one.” 

“Don’t fucking boss me around.” 

She scoffed, raising an eyebrow and biting, “I hate to break this to you, but I kind of give a shit if my husband can walk again.” 

“Why don’t you just say it. Just fucking say it Sam,” he demanded, voice raising again as he hobbled closer to her. 

“Say what?” 

“I should have never fucking played again,” Chris spat as he pointed a finger at her. 

“Chris, I never said that!” Sam yelled incredulously at how he was putting words in her mouth, her hands motioning as she reminded loudly, “I’m the one who told you that you should play again!” 

“But you’re thinking it now. You’re thinking that this proves that I’m a fucking joke out there on the field and shouldn’t have ever come back!” His booming voice yelled. 

But when Sam heard those words, the room fell quiet. They just stood there looking at one another, both of their faces flushed and anger written on every bit of Chris’ face. Sam just crossed her arms, her voice returning back to its normal volume as she finally spoke, “...I think the only one who’s thinking that is you, Chris.” 

She watched as his face fell suddenly and frustrated, embarrassed tears filled his eyes as his gaze broke from hers. It was as if a wall crashed down inside of him, his greatest insecurity pinpointed by his own wife. But she never thought that of him, never thought of anything except pure admiration and respect while she watched him on that diamond every game. He was a hero to many, but especially to Sam and Riley. And to know Chris thought so negatively of himself that he imagined she, his own wife, thought he was a joke broke Sam too. 

Without a single word, Sam just wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling herself against his body and holding him close to say everything she needed to with that one touch. She felt his hand slide around her back as he hugged her right back while balancing on the crutches, his forehead coming to rest on her shoulder as his defenses finally came down and she felt a few tears soak into her tee shirt. 

She could feel him melting in her arms, all the tension and anger seeming to just slip out of him as Sam held him in that living room. It wasn’t until her worry about his ankle got too great that she finally let go of him and gently guided him to the sit down on the couch while she curled up next to him, turning her body so she could run a hand along the side of his face, wiping away a few stray tears along her way. 

“The only thing I think about you going back to play is how proud I am of you,” she murmured, staring into his eyes seriously. When he tried to glance away as tears continued filling them, she gently guided his face back. “I mean it Chris. You had a career ending injury and you came back. You worked your ass off to be able to play again and play well. The last thing you are is a joke.” 

He shrugged as he pursed his lips, whispering, “I just feel like me getting hurt tonight shows that I shouldn’t be doing this.” 

“Why? Because your foot got caught and it sprained your ankle? How is that your fault?” Sam asked with a raised brow. She couldn’t help but think back to the previous year, when Chris had called her at the diner and told her a similar situation had occurred with Riley. And Chris’ words, the assurances to Riley that it wasn’t the boy’s fault, that it was a fluke, echoed in her mind, and she wished it would’ve stuck in her husband’s as well. 

“I don’t know… it just…I don’t know,” he shrugged as he sighed. 

“Exactly, you don’t know. Because there’s nothing to know,” she told him with a firm voice. “It was just an injury and happens to a lot of players.” 

“I don’t even get to finish the season though,” he whispered, his sad eyes finally locking on her own again. 

“I know, Chris and I’m sorry you can’t,” she told him honestly while her thumb rubbed along his cheek. “But at least this happened at the end of the season because you’ll be able to come back next season healed up and ready for your second season back.” 

He nodded before he sighed, admitting, “I’m just disappointed.” 

“That’s okay,” she assured him, then dropped her hand from his face and watched as he gently guided his ankle to rest on the coffee table. “But next time just tell me that instead of taking it out on me, okay?” 

Chris nodded, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry,” he apologized, his hand coming to grasp her own and rest on her thigh. 

“I forgive you,” she smiled, squeezing his hand before she smirked. “But I won’t forgive you if I find you up without your crutches again.” 

Chris nodded, assuring her, “I know you won’t.” 

“Last time you were hurt you were on your own and I’m sure you did fine taking care of yourself,” Sam began delicately, pausing as she gathered her thoughts. “But this time you don’t have to. I want to help you because I love you, Chris. Not because I think you aren’t capable.” 

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered, leaning over and pressing his lips to hers softly. “And I really am sorry for what I said. I promise I’ll do better at asking for help.” 

“You better, because you suck at it right now,” Sam chuckled, biting her lip as she watched him laugh. 

“Well I mean if you want me to ask for help, I can certainly think of some things I could use your help with,” Chris smirked as he arched an eyebrow and turned his head to look at her. 

But she patted his firm chest, feeling the ring-less chain that rested underneath his shirt as she told him, “Sorry buddy but you’re not getting in my pants after that outburst.” 

“You said you forgave me though, and that you wanted to help me,” Chris laughed, shrugging innocently. “I am just practicing asking for help.” 

“Well you can ask all you want but it doesn’t mean I’m giving it to you,” she drawled, kicking off her slippers as she tucked her feet under herself and settled against the fluffy cushions of the sectional. “Besides, I can’t take advantage of you while you’re on painkillers.” 

Sam smiled widely when she heard his loud laughter echo before he leaned in to kiss her softly before they settled in on the couch, curling into one another as they turned on a show. She found her mind drifting as they watched the screen, Sam focusing more on the intense love that was settled in her heart. Sam was no stranger to conflict, having gone through more of her fair share of it in life, but with Chris it was so much different. She knew that no matter what they went through, how angry they got, or what harsh words they said to one another, at the end of the day they’d always end up like this, fully connected and still in love no matter what. 

A/N: We love Chris and Sammy so much! If you guys want to see anything specifically from them, let us know and we'll take it into consideration!

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Eclipsed Pt. 2 (Miraculous x Reader)

8:36:19 PM Wednesday, April 17th,  Paris, France

The plane landed about 45 minutes ago. For being Mayor and my cousin who I'm going to be living with, they really want to be here in person to pick me up. Though, I think part of it is the chance for the paparazzi to swarm giving them more attention to their campaign and in general. Anyways, Chloe says their ETA is 5 minutes, and this oversized hoodie is getting a little stuffy but I don't want to deal with any fans without security around me. It's funny how people will disrespect your space, personal items, and your voice just because you're in a higher elevated popularity role. Yeah, I'm not fond of STAN culture at all. Anyways, my Uncle should be here soon as well as Chlo. 

While I'm waiting outside, a limo pulls up right in front of me. The window begins to roll down to reveal a pair of blue eyes, painted grey-pink lips, and a head of honey-blonde hair: Chloe. She's a bit demanding with me getting in so we can prep for school tomorrow. I guess I'm starting first thing in the morning. 

When we arrive at Le Grand Paris, my Uncle's hotel and place of residence Chloe drags me off to my room, which is two doors down from her's on the opposite side of the hall. I've been told that it will be my permanent residence while I'm here in Paris until I'm old enough to have my own place. Chloe leaves me be for now. She wants me to unpack and then we'll have our own version of a sleepover. She wants to know mainly about being an idol and about Dante. She knows bits and pieces from what I've told her that she's kept secret for her mother's sake more than my own, but she doesn't know what caused the breakup. She just knows I never loved him as much as he loved me. 

Unpacking is the difficult part. My aunt made me take every luxury item possible with me. Hermes bags, Gucci shoes, Fendi purses, Agreste designer outfits, makeup from other celebrity brands, and even Style Queen prototype outfits to gauge interest in her new designs. There's even more: bolts of fabric to begin my debut collection, notebooks to write the new album on, the card for the person who's going to help me launch my makeup line, and a particularly bittersweet note written likely by her assistant that says "Be More than Exceptional." like it's encouraging. 

With the last of the many bags unpacked, it was time to actually sleep. Chloe and I's sleepover would have to wait but she understood, at least I think she did. Her text didn't give any reference that she wasn't. Then again that was also 4 hours ago and it's now 1 in the morning. I probably should go to sleep, but something doesn't feel the same as before. It's almost as if I'm not tired. Like I'm not completely exhausted from everything I did today and what to go to sleep, only never wake up. For once, I'm looking forward to eventually waking up. 

I got into the Alaskan King Sized bed with the red comforter that was to be mine for now. It's funny how being 3,631 miles from "home" can make a difference. I feel lighter almost, like a weight ha been taken off of my chest, that I didn't even know was there. What tomorrow will bring, I do not know. All I know is this may be my chance to be some what like a normal teenager, if only for a few weeks. 

If I don't get the album done, who knows what Auntie will make me do. Will I have to return to New York? Will she demand I get into another meaningless relationship? Will I forever be stuck as Y/N Bougeouis: idol or puppet? Could I find true happiness here?

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Draft Day | Rooster x Reader

Summary: If Bradley knew anything about his son, he knew Everett wouldn't be happy with a normal job. Not after wishing and hoping to play major league baseball for most of his life. But when Draft Day turns out even better than expected, Bradley becomes a viral sensation.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Length: 2600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

This is a Batting Practice one-shot but can be read alone! Check out my masterlist for more! Banner by @mak-32

"I hate flying commercial," Bradley grunted as the enormous Boeing 747 touched down on the rainy runway in Pittsburgh. "These pilots couldn't land smoothly for a million dollars."

You kissed him where he was crammed into the economy window seat, his broad shoulders hunched slightly in discomfort. "I told you before we took off to go up to the cockpit and show them how it's done."

Bradley snorted. "And I told you that even though I wanted to, we'd get kicked off the flight. And tomorrow's too important to miss by being grounded in San Diego."

Bradley reached for your hand when it was time to deboard, and he ended up practically dragging you through the airport to the baggage claim area. "Can we slow down?" you asked with a laugh.

"No. Come on, Kitten. Ev's flight from Nashville landed forty minutes ago." 

"Okay, okay," you muttered as the two of you ran toward an escalator. The entire airport was swarming with media groups and college aged players hoping to get drafted by an MLB team tomorrow. And your son was one of those hopefuls.

You had barely taken a step off of the escalator when Bradley said, "I see him." And you kind of loved the way he released your hand to rush toward Everett. Your son looked tall and strong in his Vanderbilt tee shirt and backwards Phillies cap, and a second later, he was hugging your husband.

"Hey, Dad," he said with a laugh as Bradley kissed his forehead and folded him up in his arms. "Hi, Mom." And then you were pulled into the hug, too. 

"Did you get your bags yet?" Bradley asked. 

"The last one's coming around now," Everett replied, and he bent to pick up the long, thin luggage that must have been filled with his baseball gear. "I'm starving. Where are we eating dinner?"

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After Everett had two enormous roast beef sandwiches filled with french fries and coleslaw, Bradley said, "I was about to ask if you were still getting enough calories every day, but I guess it's safe to assume that yes, you are."

"I'm just always hungry," Everett replied from across the booth, patting his flat belly. "I think the fact that my baseball scholarship covered the cost of food on campus saved you guys from bankruptcy." 

You pushed some of your uneaten fries to the side, and Everett started picking at them. "We would have had to sell the house," you said, shaking your head as your son polished off the rest of your meal, too. 

"So what's on the agenda tomorrow? What time do we have to be at the field?" Bradley asked. "Some of the kids at the airport looked really young. Are you nervous?"

Everett just shrugged. "Nah, what's the worst that can happen? I don't get drafted? I mean, I'm still not twenty two quite yet. I skipped the draft last year so I could finish college, and I have a degree now, so I could always get a normal job. Or join the navy. I already have a call sign."

But Bradley knew his son didn't want a normal job. When he'd gotten an invitation to the draft, he called Bradley immediately and told him how excited he was. "You can't wear that cap tomorrow," Bradley said with a grin. 

Everett spun it around so the battered Phillies P was facing the front. "You're right," he groaned. "I'll have to retire my favorite hat! But at least that would mean I'm pitching for another MLB team, you know?"

"Yeah," Bradley said with a nod as he pulled out his credit card. "It'll be worth it."

Once the three of them were settled into the two bedroom hotel suite, Everett headed right for his room. "You know he just wants to text his girlfriend all night," you said. 

"She's not my girlfriend," he replied with an eye roll. "Goodnight." And then he closed the door with his phone already in his hand. 

"She's totally his girlfriend," Bradley whispered, heading for the other bedroom with you right behind him. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it next to his suitcase before dropping onto the bed. 

"She totally is." You climbed into bed with him as he turned on the TV to ESPN. They were already showing live coverage of the MLB draft preparations. Reporters were interviewing coaches, and they were starting to remove some of the tarps and set up the stage at PNC Park as the rain had finally tapered off. You were just starting to get comfortable curled up on Bradley's chest when he jolted so hard you yelped. 

"Baby! They're talking about Ev."

You listened to the analyst on TV as he said, "And Bradshaw out of Vanderbilt, well he skipped the draft last year to finish his degree. That's almost unheard of! But his senior year stats were his best yet, so maybe he knew what he was doing. There are a lot of National League teams looking for a young ace pitcher who can also show up at bat, and he looks like he's just going to keep getting better. He should go late in the first round or early in the second."

Bradley's eyes were wide as he laughed and rolled you onto your back. "There are literally ESPN analysts talking about our son, Kitten." Then he kissed you softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands were inside your shirt and you were giggling. 

"Hey, you seem excited, Coach." Bradley groaned as his hand drifted down to the fly of your jeans. "Okay," you agreed, "but we have to be quiet." And then your jeans were off and your husband showed you exactly how excited he was.

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"Oh my God," Bradley mumbled over and over again as the three of you headed up toward the enormous stage that had been erected on the outfield at the ballpark. The weather had mostly cleared, and the city skyline looked gorgeous lit by the late morning sun peeking through the clouds. 

"Third row, Dad," Everett said, guiding them toward their assigned seats. Bradley and Everett were both wearing navy blue suits, but while Everett had chosen a neutral looking yellow and white tie, Bradley's was red. If they were going to have to start wearing a new team's jerseys and colors, he wanted to at least have one last hurrah. 

Bradley let you go into the row first, and then he took the next seat so Everett could sit by the aisle. And when everything started up, the ballpark got loud. The regular seats were filled with spectators, and it was so surreal that Bradley was sitting down here with the draftee hopefuls and his own family. 

You pulled out your phone and said, "Aunt Molly wants a selfie." Bradley grinned as you and Everett both leaned in closer to him and smiled. You snapped the photo and said, "I'm sure she's going to want a ridiculous selfie, too." So the three of you made obnoxious faces, and then you sent them to your sister with a giggle before letting your cheek rest on Bradley's shoulder. 

It was starting to get hot in the sun now as the league commissioner made her way up onto the stage and announced that the draft was officially beginning. "Holy shit," Bradley whispered, reaching for your hand. He was so excited, practically shaking. And he cheered politely as the crowd screamed when shortstop Javier Marianas was chosen first by the Milwaukee Brewers. 

"He's really good," Everett remarked, completely calm while Bradley was sweating bullets. "He went to USC and I pitched against him once. He nailed my slider."

Bradley could only grunt in response as the Toronto Blue Jays were up next. He had no idea how everyone around him was so calm when he thought he might throw up. He looked up to see the teams listed in order on the jumbotron. The Phillies had the sixth pick, which surely would never happen, but the Padres were drafting twenty third. Having Everett close to home in San Diego for most of the year would be amazing. Bradley was already crossing his fingers. 

The Texas Rangers, Washington Nationals and Chicago White Sox all chose power hitters. Bradley tried to sit still while Everett told him that the player chosen by the Rangers was his roommate a decade ago at the Little League World Series. But Bradley was too distracted to listen to much of anything as members of the Phillies organization walked up onto the stage, and the clock started ticking down until their draft selection needed to be turned in.

And then Bradley could tell that while his son seemed calm on the outside, he was a little anxious after all. He saw the prominent bob of Everett's Adam's apple as he swallowed and whispered, "Would have been cool, huh Dad?"

Bradley gently let go of your hand and turned a little bit to wrap his arm around Everett's shoulders and pull him close. His son smiled at the awkward hug, and Bradley told him, "Kiddo, any team would be lucky to have you." He wanted to give him some more reassuring words, but there was nothing else to say. If Everett was selected, the team that chose him would be gaining an amazing pitcher, sure, but also a solid teammate and someone who cared about more than just himself. 

So Bradley kept his arm around his son as the league commissioner returned to the microphone. There were Phillies staff members ready and waiting with a jersey and baseball cap, and they all looked excited for their new player to be announced. The commissioner cleared her throat and said, "With the sixth overall pick in this year's draft, the Philadelphia Phillies choose pitcher Everett Bradshaw."

"Holy shit," Everett whispered as he stared up at the stage with his mouth hanging open. 

Bradley jolted forward in his seat as you scrambled to get your phone out again. "Holy shit," Everett and Bradley said in unison as the crowd started to cheer when Everett's stats started scrolling along the jumbotron screen.

"Ev!" you shrieked, and Bradley jumped to his feet. 

"Kiddo! The Phillies!" he said, and slowly Everett rose to his feet too. "The Phillies!" 

And then his son was in his arms, slapping him on the back as he said, "Dad. Oh my God! The Phillies!"

Bradley kissed his cheek and squeezed him. "The Phillies! Go up and get that fucking jersey!" And then Everett leaned in to give you a quick hug before he very gracefully walked down the aisle toward the stage. 

But Bradley was absolutely losing his mind now as the cheering around them grew louder. "Yeah! The Phillies! Kitten, the fucking Phillies!" He raked his hands through his hair. "Our son is going to Philadelphia!"

"He got drafted!" you screamed over the crowd, and Bradley vaguely registered that you were holding your phone up as you jumped around. 

"He got fucking drafted! By the best team in baseball!" Bradley shouted, pumping his fist in the air. And then there was a champagne bottle in his hands, and he started chugging it before screaming, "Yes!" He was jumping with you now, spraying champagne all over the place as he watched Everett take some photos on the stage in his brand new Phillies cap with the jersey held up in front of him. "That's my son! That's my son! I love you, Everett! He's a Phillie! Hell yeah!"

Bradley lunged for you and your shriek of ecstatic laughter had him scooping you into his arms. "Coach! He did it!"

He smothered you in kisses as you took the bottle from his hand and drank some of it. "That's our son! I'm so proud of him!" 

"You did this, Coach! You're the one who made this happen!"

Then he shared so many champagne flavored kisses with you as Everett was escorted off the stage to riotous cheering.

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A couple hours later, the three of you were back in the hotel room, all sticky from champagne with enormous smiles on your face. You watched as Everett kept hugging Bradley, and now both of them were wearing brand new Phillies caps turned backwards. "Thanks, Dad."

"You need to stop thanking me," Bradley replied softly. "It was all you. I'm so damn proud, Kiddo." But he did look pleased with himself. "Hey, my phone keeps blowing up. Everyone is so excited. I've got about a hundred texts from Maverick, Bob and Molly." But then Bradley froze and squinted down at his phone screen. "Charlie and Flora sent me links to a video they said went viral?"

"What is it?" you asked, but as soon as you looked at the screen, your eyes went wide. "Oh my God."

You watched as the video you had taken of Bradley screaming with the champagne bottle played on his phone. 

"The Phillies! Kitten, the &%@#ing Phillies! Our son is going to Philadelphia!"

Everett erupted into laughter as Bradley just stared at the screen. "I feel like maybe I should be embarrassed?" he mumbled as he continued to watch himself spraying champagne everywhere.

"He got &%@#ing drafted! By the best team in baseball! That's my son! That's my son! I love you, Everett! He's a Phillie! Hell yeah!"

"How did Yahoo Sports get this?" Bradley asked as the video started to play again on loop. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

You were gasping as you tried to stop laughing. "I don't know! I only sent it to Molly!" 

"Molly," Bradley growled, cradling his forehead in his hands as he blushed deeper.

"Dad, it's got half a million views already! This is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life! I'm sending it to everyone I know!"

And when you turned on the TV in the hotel room, the video was playing there. And when you went back to that sandwich place for dinner, Bradley pulled his cap down lower over his face, because it was playing there, too. And you and Everett couldn't stop laughing no matter how hard you tried.

"It's okay, Coach. If you weren't the biggest Phillies fan in the world before, you certainly are now," you told him. He squeezed into the booth first and then pulled you in to shield him as the people sitting at the bar were laughing at his viral video. 

"Nah, I'm just the biggest Everett Bradshaw fan in the world. But listen, we need to come up with a game plan," Bradley said, pulling up the notes section on his phone. "The Phils want you there by next month, Ev. So we all need to fly out and find you an apartment. We can pay the first month and the security deposit until you actually have your signing bonus available. And we also need to go over that contract with a lawyer when we get back home to San Diego. Kitten, can you call that lawyer in your book club?"

But you just kissed him on the cheek as Everett leaned over the table with a smile. "We'll figure it out, Dad. But actually... I was thinking after we eat dinner, you and I could go to that park down the block from the hotel? I brought all my gear with me. Maybe I could pitch to you until it gets dark?"

Bradley immediately dropped his phone onto the table and squeezed his son's hand while tears stung his eyes. "Yeah, Ev. I would love that. The perfect ending to the perfect day." 

And then he watched his son eat two more huge sandwiches and half of your fries as he gushed about how excited he was to play major league baseball for his favorite team and Bradley's.

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I love thinking about how Everett becomes known as the player with the "really excited dad". Thanks for reading! And thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

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On Deck Part 1: Hot Corner

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Female Reader Baseball AU

Word Count: 8,117

Rating: M (language, general adult thoughts, etc.)

Summary: Taking your best friend's little brother to a minor leage game to see his favorite player just might lead to a lot of changes in your life.

And you're ready.

Author’s notes: 

This story has been in progress for more than two years. I've written about Baseball Jack many times before ... but only the "after". It's time to see how - and where - it all began.

(On Deck universe masterlist for all the extras!)

Thank you to everyone that convinced me to work on this and to keep this pairing going / to flesh them out more. I have had so much fun with this because I have such a love for the MLB (and the men who play in the league) - and I'm so excited to share it.

While there are a lot of baseball references within this story, you only need to know the basics to enjoy it and understand them - we're not getting overrly technical here.

As always, if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to reach out. I hope you enjoy this as much as I am.

Third base is often called the ‘hot corner’ due to the prevalence of right handed hitters - and subsequent on-field action - in the league. The third baseman is typically the infield position player closest to the batter, so to excel in this position, players need to display quick reaction times and exceptional hand-eye coordination. 

“We’re going to be late.” He stood next to you, arms crossed over his chest. “We still have to walk to the stadium.” 

“Caleb.” You sighed, closing and then locking the car door before sticking your keys into the small bag you’d bought specifically for games. “We’re here. We’re parked. The stadium is right there.” Pointing with one finger, you raised a brow and grinned. “The parking lot is only half full, and we’ve already got seats, so -”

“Yeah, but we’re going to miss warm ups and the pregame.” He rolled his eyes, turning away from you and heading toward the ballpark. “And those are the best parts.” 

You agreed, but for a very different reason than the twelve year old you were with. 

You’d been to games with him and Erin before. You and your friend sat a few rows back while the pre-teen hurried down to field level, a baseball and a pen clutched in one hand, hoping to meet at least one of the players after they’d finished warming up and stretching. 

From your vantage point, the two of you had been free to whisper about the players - pointing out the way their uniforms fit, discussing whether or not their asses were in mid-season form yet, or even commenting on the stretches they chose to warm up with before the game. Typically, you didn’t have a thing for men in uniform - but baseball pants were a different story. 

You loved the game, and had been visiting The Distillery - your local team’s home park - since you were a child, attending games with your family and friends and even dates as the years passed. Baseball games were the perfect summer activity no matter who you were with, and that was even true when your company was the younger brother of your best friend… and the game wasn’t a Major League competition. 

“She’s got the tickets.” He made the announcement when you reached the gates, the boy pointing back over his shoulder at you. “Two of them.” You smiled at the attendant, sliding your unzipped bag across the table so she could search it, and then returned your eyes to Caleb. He’d already removed his ballcap and the wallet he carried, pushing them forward and stepping through the metal detector. 

“He’s excited, hmm?” 

“Yeah.” Letting her scan the ticket barcodes, you laughed. “He really is.” Caleb waited for you to follow him through the turnstiles, his hat flipped backwards on his head, and you could see the impatience on his face. “Caleb, do you want to get something to eat before we -”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not yet. Before the game starts, but …” He glanced over his shoulder and you looked down at the field, where the grounds crew were still getting everything ready. “Can we go down there? I want to try and meet him. He’s playing today. They said it on the news.”

“Go.” Your smile widened, head moving up and down in a nod. “I’m right behind you, kid.” 

Caleb took off running toward the stairs that led down toward the third base line, and you followed him slowly, taking your time and eyeing the seating situation. There were people already waiting; a handful of kids and their parents, along with a few women that looked to be your age or a little younger, but there were still plenty of seats open adjacent to the field. 

You sat closer than you normally would have, deciding to take a seat in the row directly behind the boy. Just in case. For the next ten minutes, you paid no attention to the field, instead scrolling through social media and waiting, the music pumping through the speakers fading to background noise as you mindlessly browsed and clicked ‘like’ on a few posts. 

You also let Erin know that you’d made it to the game, and that Caleb was exactly where he wanted to be. But when you glanced up, ready to take a picture to send to her, you were distracted by the sight of the team taking the field. Caleb was too, the boy bouncing up and down in place as he leaned forward, resting his hands on the low wall in front of him. 

You watched for a few minutes - eyeing the players as they did their sprints and stretches, your lips twisting into a small smile at the sight of some of them utilizing their trainers for extra resistance during a few of the exercises. “He’s not here.” Caleb turned back to look at you, disappointment on his face. “Why isn’t he here?”

“Maybe he’ll come out late.” You shrugged, still looking at the field. “You never know, kiddo. You said he’s in the lineup, right?” 

“Yeah.” He turned back to the field, leaning forward. “They talked on the radio about how he was coming back today, because they want him to back in Louisville by the end of next week, and -” Caleb stopped mid sentence, straightening up. “There he is!” 

You couldn’t help it, your attention snapping in the direction that he was pointing. Sure enough, Jack Daniels and one of the trainers - a woman with short, dark hair and glasses - were taking the field to a low chorus of cheers, many of them coming from the section you were sitting in. There he is. 

Despite yourself, you leaned forward to watch him, staring as Jack began his warm up. He started with a few stretches - knee hugs and focusing on his quads, carefully extending and testing his arms, and then bent forward at the waist, the man almost able to press his palms flat against the ground without bending his knees. 

You didn’t take your eyes off of him, because like Caleb, one of the reasons you liked going to the Statesman games was looking at Jack Daniels. And there’s so much to look at.

The trainer watched him closely as he continued to warm up, speeding up his movements and then doing a series of static stretches. But when Jack started to do lunges, you actively fought back a groan, settling against the backrest of your seat and chewing on your lower lip. That’s hot as fuck. 

He looked healthy, and you were happy to see it, because the truth was that the Statesman needed him to be. “He didn’t warm up yesterday.” You turned your head toward the voice, watching as another woman next to you stared at Jack, her smile wide. “He stretched a little, and took batting practice, but he didn’t warm up.” 

“Oh, you were here yesterday, too?” She nodded, and when you glanced back at the field, you saw that Jack and the trainer had switched to more arm exercises, warming up the muscles of his upper body. 

“He pinch hit late in the game.” She leaned forward, her smile widening as she watched Jack start arm circles, the trainer standing a few feet away from him with her arms crossed. “So I knew he’d play today. And that’s why I’m here.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Gonna shoot my shot when he comes over here to sign for the kids. Why not, right? We both know he goes for it sometimes.” 

The girl was pretty - and definitely dressed to get his attention. She wore one of his t-shirts artfully slashed to show off her cleavage and had her legs on display in a pair of cutoff denim shorts. Good for her. “Yeah, why not.” You smiled, turning your head away from where the players were sprinting into the outfield and back to give her your full attention. “Even if he’ll be back in Louisville pretty soon, you might as well. See what happens.”

“It’s only 40 minutes away.” She shrugged, looking out and pointing at where the man was laying on the field, one knee bent and his other ankle resting against the top of it. The trainer was applying extra resistance, and you hummed in approval as you watched. I wish I was that trainer.  “I’d drive there if I needed to.” 

Her eagerness didn’t surprise you. Jack was a notably eligible bachelor, and one of the most desirable men on the team. Unlike the others, though, he didn’t often publicly date. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t hook up. And … You returned your attention to the field, watching as he stopped to talk to the woman, pointing at the front of his left shoulder and grinning. And I’m sure he’s got his pick in every city he visits. 

“Oh, I think they’re coming over now.” 

She adjusted her shirt and you watched her posture change, the woman’s shoulders straightening and her smile widening. Instead of staring at Jack’s strut toward the seats, you looked at Caleb. The boy was buzzing with excitement as he turned toward where the man was headed - about ten people to your left, where a small crowd had gathered. “Do you think he’ll come over?” Caleb said your name, frowning. “There’s not much time, and -”

“He will.” You leaned in, reaching out to touch his arm. “You’re wearing one of his shirts, right? He’s gotta stop for you.” Caleb grinned, turning back toward the field, though he kept his head turned to the left. 

You watched Jack then, smiling as he interacted with the fans. He signed autographs and posed for a few pictures, his smile genuine. But you noticed that he was really only focused on the kids and teenagers, spending more than a few seconds with them instead of moving along as quickly as was politely possible the way he did with adults. He took pictures with a few women, the man leaning in but keeping both hands behind his back. He puts his hands on the kids’ shoulders, but doesn’t touch the women… interesting. 

“Keep your phone out. I’m gonna need you to take a picture.” Caleb was excited, the boy happier than you ever remembered seeing him. You laughed but did as he asked, leaning to the right and angling the phone so that you could snap a picture of the two of them, though Jack was barely in the frame. 

The girl next to you leaned forward when he was only a person or two away, and then seemed to second guess that decision. You bit back a laugh as she stood and climbed over the seats, standing next to Caleb and effectively blocking your view of the man on the field. Gee, thanks.

He finished with the little girl that he’d been speaking to, handing her back a signed baseball and a pen, and then took a step to the side and in front of the woman, saying hello. 

Clearly hearing his voice in person shocked you - the man’s accent thick, even in the few words he spoke. You desperately wished that you could see him, but you didn’t want to shift in your seat and draw attention to yourself. I’ll see him when he talks to Caleb.

“I heard you were playing and had to come today.” She leaned forward, fingertips resting against the wall. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.”

“Yeah?” He laughed, reaching up to pull his hat off and then set it back down on his head, taking a few seconds to think. You caught a glimpse of the bullseye tattoo on his hand, biting down on your lower lip at the sight. “Well thank you for comin’ out. It’s good to be back on the field.” The woman giggled and then held her phone up, tilting her head to the side. 

“Can we get a picture? I’ll tag you in it on Instagram, and -”

“Sure.” You watched as the woman spun around and then leaned backwards, holding her phone up to take a selfie. “Hope it’s a good one.” He smiled, peering at the phone from over her shoulder, and you fought back a roll of your eyes at how wide and practiced her smile was - the woman’s head cocked to the side - and toward his. 

When she straightened up, he took a half step toward Caleb, already tipping his head down and toward the boy. But the woman spoke up before he could fully move on, reaching out to touch his arm. “Thank you, Jack. You have no idea how much I -” He flinched - just barely, but you saw it, his shoulder jerking back slightly as her fingertips made contact.

“No problem. Thank you, and enjoy the game.” She stiffened, but you didn’t focus on that. You turned your attention to the boy in front of you - and in turn, Jack, whose face split into a grin, the man’s dimple on display, even beneath the shade from the brim of his hat. “Well hi there. I’m Jack, what’s your name?” 

“Caleb.” He leaned forward and you opened your camera app again, your smile widening, too. Caleb’s going to be so excited later. “I had tickets to see you play in Louisville and then you got hurt and I didn’t know if you’d be back this season but then my mom bought me tickets for today after I found out you were going to play again, and so we drove all the way here -” 

“Slow down there, big guy.” Jack laughed, giving you a glimpse of his teeth, and then gestured to Caleb’s hand, the boy holding a Sharpie tightly. “You want me to sign somethin’ for you?” 

“Yeah. This ticket, please.” Caleb held the marker out, looking up at Jack. “And I’ve got your jersey, but it was too hot to wear it today, so I picked this t-shirt instead.” 

“Of course I will.” He nodded, taking the Sharpie and the paper, scrawling his name across the front of it. “Turn around and I’ll sign real big on the number on the back.” Caleb spun around and you were thrilled to see that he was almost delirious with excitement, his eyes wide and his smile nearly splitting his face in two. 

“Can I take a picture of you signing for him?” Jack glanced up at the sound of your voice, his smile faltering for a split second and a confused look passing over his features. “I didn’t want to just do it and have the flash go off, and…”

“Go right ahead.” He smiled again, giving you a nod. “Thank you for askin’.” It only took a few seconds for him to sign, but you took multiple pictures, and then as Jack capped the marker, you decided to speak up again, not wanting to make Caleb ask. 

“And can I get one of the two of you looking at the camera before he turns around again?’

“You’ve already got your phone out.” Jack smirked at you, and then reached up to tilt the brim of his hat back, showing you more of his face. Holy shit, look at him. “I’m more’n happy to take a picture with my new buddy Caleb.” 

You couldn’t help smiling at that, and when Jack settled his hand - the Sharpie poking out from between his fingers - against the boy’s shoulder and squeezed, it widened. “Got it.” You lowered the device, mouthing the words ‘thank you’ at Jack at the same time Caleb spoke them out loud, turning back to face the man. 

There were only two more kids to the right of you waiting to talk to Jack, but before moving to them, he hesitated, looking between you and the boy. “Where are you and your mom sitting today, Caleb?”  Mom? Do I really look like -

“She’s not my mom, she’s my sister’s friend. And we’re over there.” He pointed at the outfield. “Somewhere.” Why is he asking? 

“The section right at the end of the dugout.” Jack pointed, but looked directly at you. “First row. Aisle seats, 23 and 24. They’re mine, and if you want ‘em, today they’re yours.” 

“What? Jack, that -” 

“I’ve gotta go.” He nodded, looking at Caleb and grinning, and then back at you, his smile softening. “Enjoy the game.” He didn’t say anything else before he stepped down the field and then stopped to talk to the other kids waiting. What the fuck just … “That was so cool!” Caleb spun back to look at you, his eyes wide. “He signed my shirt and took a picture with me and now we get to sit in his seats, and -”

“Caleb.” You took a breath, still trying to process what had happened in the previous few minutes. “I don’t -” 

“We’re going to sit in them, right?” You didn’t know how to answer him. Should we? You sighed and then looked to your right, watching as Jack signed a baseball and handed it back to a little girl before laughing with an older man that was with her. “I mean he told us to, and -” 

“I definitely would.” The girl next to you spoke up, and when you looked over, you saw that she was jealous, her eyes narrowed as they looked you over. “Do you know him? Is that -”

“I’ve never spoken to that man before just now.” You shrugged, unsure of what else to say. “I have no idea what … or why, or …” You would have been lying if you’d said that no part of you was a little smug at the fact  that he’d offered the seats to you and not to her, but you didn’t want to be that woman. “He must have liked you, Caleb.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” She rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Whatever. I’ll just see him after the game at the players’ parking lot.” She stood then, but didn’t say anything else before she spun away from you and headed down the row and toward the aisle. 

Caleb watched her go, his head tilted to one side.“What crawled up her butt?” You snorted at his question but there was no way you could give him an actual answer - so you gave him a partial one. 

“She’s probably just sad that you get to have a great view of the game tonight, kiddo.” With a sigh, you stood up, sliding your phone back into your bag and zipping it. You looked at Jack, watching as he said goodbye to the last of the fans and then headed for the dugout. 

But he didn’t go straight there - instead, he stopped and spoke to one of the security guards, pointing at the stands. Oh, he’s… And then you were stunned when both men looked back in your direction, Jack raising one arm to point at you while nodding. The security guard caught your eye and nodded too, and you then watched as Jack gently smacked him on the arm and smiled again, finally turning away to disappear back into the dugout. 

“Can we go and see the seats? And can I get french fries? Will you send the picture to my mom? And Erin? And -” He was excited - and you couldn’t blame him - but you still laughed, gesturing for Caleb to follow you down the row and toward the opposite aisle, closer to your new seats. 

“Yeah. We’ll do all that. Let’s go.” 

There was plenty of room for the two of you to walk to where Jack had indicated, and when you got close, the same security guard that Jack had spoken to stepped forward, gesturing with one hand. “You’re right here tonight.” 

You thanked him, letting Caleb choose which seat he wanted, and when you dropped into the remaining one, you pulled your phone out again as the boy leaned forward, resting his elbows on the back of the wall in front of him. 

You had just enough time to send off a few quick texts to Erin - the pictures of Caleb and Jack, as well as one that you took from the seat and a message that said we got upgraded, I’ll explain later before the National Anthem started. 

You rose to your feet again, keeping your eyes on the field. Once the music faded and the announcer began to give the starting lineups, you were excited, your smile just as wide as Caleb’s. 

And when they announced Jack and the man trotted out onto the field to even more cheers from the crowd, you clapped along with them, pulse quickening. I love watching him play. 

He and the shortstop tossed a ball back and forth a few times while the pitcher made his way from the bullpen, and the grin never left the dark haired man’s face. By the time the ump signaled the start of the game, he was settled in place and standing a little behind the bag, knees spread and both hands resting on his thighs. 

It took a few batters for him to see any action, and when you heard the crack of the bat, Jack sprung into motion, moving toward second and bending over to scoop the ball off the infield before tossing it to first for the out. 

You cheered just as loudly as Caleb did, clapping your hands without looking away from the field - but you weren’t expecting to catch Jack’s eye when he turned to move back into place at third… and you definitely weren’t expecting him to grin at the sight of you. 

The moment was over quickly, and as the players ran off the field after the third out, you turned to Caleb, clearing your throat. “You said you wanted fries?” 

— 

You made it back to your seats just in time to watch the bottom of the second, both of you carrying a drink and a snack. Jack was batting 8th, so there was a good chance he wouldn’t hit until the next inning, giving you time to eat before he headed to the plate. 

You also checked your messages, a series of exclamation points from Erin and a thumbs up from her mother the only two you had waiting. You showed Caleb, the boy laughing and then scrolling up to look at the picture of him and Jack, his smile so broad that you thought it must have hurt. 

There were no seats in front of you, which meant that you had an unobstructed view when the man finally headed to the plate, the familiar sound of his walkup music - Hungry Like The Wolf - blaring through the stadium’s speakers. Here we go. C’mon, Jack. 

He took a few practice swings and you were relieved to see that he didn’t wince or hesitate. His swing looked comfortable, and when you leaned forward, resting your hands on your knees, you nodded as he took another, pointing the bat outward before settling it on his shoulder and waiting. 

He swung at the first two pitches, making contact on the second one and hitting a long foul down the first base line. But Jack ended up walking, taking his place on first and then getting into position as the catcher stepped to the plate. 

You watched him closely - taking in the way the dark blue jersey fit him, the V of upper chest skin - and a peek of the gold chain he wore - visible thanks to two of the buttons being undone, his socks pulled high to accentuate his muscled calves. He always looks fucking great. 

You knew it meant nothing that he’d offered you and Caleb his seats that day - that he’d just done it to be nice. But you would have been lying to yourself if you said that it didn’t make you feel good, Jack’s momentary attention a confidence boost, especially after the reception he’d given the woman next to you. 

The batter hit a single, and when Jack advanced to second and stopped, you cheered again, the man clapping his hands and shouting something that you couldn’t hear at his teammate. But it was all for nothing, because the following player popped out, ending the inning. 

Jack trotted across the field and toward the dugout, the disappointment on his face evident - but again, when he saw you he smiled, the expression only there briefly … though you certainly didn’t miss it. 

As you settled back against the seat, halfway listening to Caleb as he recounted team stats, you wondered why Jack was making so much of an effort when nothing would come of it. You thought of the woman’s comment about the players lot, wondering just how likely it was that you’d be able to meet him if you went, too. But not with Caleb here. 

The night would be a good memory at least - for both you and the boy, and that would have to be enough. 

By the time Jack stepped to the plate, you were more than ready. The setting sun shaded the sky in hues of orange and purple, the stadium’s lights brightening up the field. Your eyes flicked from where Jack stood to the scoreboard, scanning over the information about him that was displayed there and lingering on the giant image of his smiling face. 

But when you heard the groan of the crowd, your attention snapped back to home plate, where Jack was arguing with the umpire over the previous call, his head shaking back and forth. He stepped back into the box, but you could see his irritation, though it didn’t last for long.

He swung on the next pitch and made contact again, sending the ball straight through between first and second. It rolled halfway into the outfield before anyone got to it, and you got to your feet and cheered, the sound signaling that a run scored loud through the speakers. Not only had he gotten his first hit after the injury, but he’d batted someone in, giving the Cavalry the lead. 

And when the next player swung hard, sending the ball up and out and over the center field wall, the stadium erupted - Jack raising his arm and pumping his fist as he rounded third, before stopping to wait for his teammate to make it home. They celebrated for a few seconds and then off the field, and you slung an arm around Caleb as both of you cheered, too. 

They took a three run lead into the next inning, and then handled their business, setting the batters down 1-2-3 thanks to a double play that Jack initiated. You could see his confidence in every movement; his body remembering exactly what he needed to do to be successful on the field even after weeks away. And he’s good at it, too. That makes a difference.  

Caleb left the seats to fill up his cup from the fountain at the top of your section, and by the time he came back the game had started again. It was a productive inning. You spent more of it on your feet than sitting, joining the crowd in cheering as the Cavalry scored three more runs. But when Jack’s turn to bat came, you realized what the celebration meant. 

“They took him out.” You looked down at Caleb, watching as he frowned. “They’ve got such a lead, that it’s better to rest him, and …” 

“That’s stupid.” Caleb crossed his arms, sighing. “He only batted twice.” You agreed, but you also weren’t the manager of a baseball team. You figured he had a better idea of what the right strategy was when it came to Jack’s rehab … even if it did disappoint you that you wouldn’t get to see him at the plate or on the field again. 

The rest of the game went by quickly, and though they gave up a few runs, your team ended up winning handily. Caleb requested to stay and watch the on-field celebration after, and as the players lined up for high fives and handshakes before leaving for the locker room, you focused, too. Maybe he’ll come back out for a second. 

It was stupid and you knew it, but the moment the field emptied, it meant that the night - and the experience in Jack’s seats - was over… and you didn’t want it to be.

He took his place in line - still wearing his uniform but without his hat - and you watched as he greeted the other players, smiling and laughing with them as they interacted. You couldn’t hear him, but you could tell he was happy, and that made you smile, too. Maybe he really will be back in Louisville by next week. 

The handshakes ended, and when Jack headed back toward the dugout, he didn’t look in your direction again - until right before he made it to the top of the steps. 

It was then that he stopped, eyeing the seats until he saw the two of you. You tried not to react, but Caleb didn’t hide his response; the boy raising his hand and waving wildly. Jack laughed at the sight of it, lifting one of his hands in a wave, too. 

You thought that was it, but then his head turned just enough that he made direct eye contact with you. 

Even from the distance, you could see one side of his mouth lift into a half smile as he nodded, raising one hand and touching the tips of his fingers to his temple before tipping them toward you. Your smile grew and you nodded in return, but before you could do anything else, Jack disappeared into the dugout, leaving the two of you standing in front of the seats. 

Well that was something. Biting your lip and letting out a breath through your nose, you turned your attention toward Caleb, saying his name. “Alright, kiddo. We’re going to go to the bathroom before we head out, because I am not stopping twenty minutes into the drive to let you pee.” 

— 

You’d expected Caleb to talk your ear off the entire drive home. Instead, he fell asleep before you made it back to the highway, leaving you with your thoughts on the drive back. 

And you would have been lying if you said that most of those thoughts weren’t of Jack. 

The interaction with him had been limited, sure. But it had been meaningful in more than one way, for both you and Caleb. He had a cool story that he could tell his friends, and pictures that he could show them. You’d look back on the way his gaze on you had felt and remember the thrill of being on the receiving end of one of his bright smiles. 

You didn’t know him any more than any other person that had ever seen him play or interacted with him briefly, but that didn’t matter. Even if you never spoke to him again, and never saw him in any capacity aside from on the field, you’d have that night as a memory. And a damn good one.

After dropping Caleb off and promising Erin a recap the following day, you drove the short distance to your house and parked in the driveway, turning the car off and enjoying the silence for a few seconds before unbuckling your seatbelt. 

Your house was quiet and dark as you moved through it, leaving your shoes and bag by the front door and grabbing your phone before heading upstairs. You tossed that onto your bed and went into the bathroom, scrubbing your face and changing into your pajamas before staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

You’d been single for six months, and though you’d talked to a few men through the same dating app Erin had used to meet Troy, none of the conversations had led anywhere past the first awkward meetings. It wasn’t that the men weren’t interested, it was you that was selective, opting not to waste your time with anyone that reminded you of the time you’d spent with your most recent ex. 

You knew that you were being picky, but you were content with that knowledge, even if it meant a longer period of being on your own before you found the right person. And Jack couldn’t ever be the right person. You wrinkled your nose while you brushed your teeth, still watching yourself in the mirror. Because he’s been consistently single for his entire career. 

Jack kept much of his personal life private, but Janie was the exception to that. 

And after climbing into bed and plugging your phone in, you searched their names, refreshing your memory of the story that you’d become familiar with when The Statesman had first drafted Jack. 

They’d been high school sweethearts, opting to go to college together. He was going to play ball and major in engineering, and her chosen field was communications. It was clear from all of the pictures of the two of them you found that though they were young, they were in love. 

Everything had gone well for the first few months; Jack and Janie settled in on campus, started classes and began making friends. They’d come home together for Christmas, and Jack was set to begin baseball in January with the rest of the team. 

But only a few weeks into the pre-season, the unthinkable happened: Janie stopped at a convenience store to buy coffee on her way to meet her study group off campus while Jack was at a team workout, and was caught in the middle of a robbery. She hadn’t even made it to the hospital, and Jack had considered quitting the team due to his grief. 

Her parents had convinced him otherwise - reminding him that he’d worked hard for years to get to where he was, and that she wouldn’t have wanted him to give up on his dreams on her account. His parents had agreed, though there were interviews where they admitted that they would have understood if he’d chosen to take a break or even quit outright. 

And Jack had taken a few weeks off, but was ready to go on opening day, dedicating his season to Janie and her family. He was a skilled player, there was no question about it, but the coverage of a D1 athlete losing his girlfriend in such a shocking manner helped draw attention to the man and his performance, and it hadn’t taken him long to grab the attention of scouts. 

He’d had some attention in high school, too, though nothing had panned out - aside from the offer of a partial athletic scholarship. That all changed in his sophomore year when everyone really took notice of his exceptionally high fielding percentage and his infectious enthusiasm toward his teammates. 

Jack declared for the draft that was to take place a month after finishing his junior year - only days after his 21st birthday, and The Statesman had taken him with the fourth overall pick in the first round. 

The rest was history. 

He’d played with The Cavalry for almost four seasons before getting his first call-up, and though it had been toward the end of the regular season, Jack had received an invite to Spring Training the following year … and he’d never gone back. 

In his second season with The Statesman, he’d been named the starting shortstop, making a name for himself with both his agility and personality. His teammates loved him. The community loved him. The cameras loved him, and in the five seasons he’d played in his original position, he earned two gold gloves and got voted into the All-Star Game once. 

But he was injury prone, and after careful consideration, they moved Jack from shortstop to third base. It was an adjustment period for everyone involved, though after a few years of playing the position, it seemed almost natural for him, and there were fewer injuries. 

Until earlier that season, anyway, when Jack had misjudged a slide into second and jammed his shoulder, spraining a muscle and knocking him out of all baseball activities for weeks. He’d gone on the 60 day injured list, though you’d seen him at more than a few games in the dugout before he’d headed down to rehab with The Cavalry. 

He was lucky he hadn’t needed surgery, and even luckier that there’d been no complications with his healing. According to the newest articles you read as you scrolled online that night, Caleb was correct and the team was aiming to have Jack re-activated by the following weekend so that he could finish the final 7 weeks of the season in the majors. Which is where he deserves to be.

You sighed and rolled onto your side, eyes still on the screen - and on a picture of Jack that had been taken a week or two earlier during a Statesman season ticket holder event. He was grinning from behind the bar, one hand holding a glass and the other pulling on a tap to pour someone a drink. 

“Enough.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand. Doing a deep dive on Jack wasn’t going to change anything, even if it was keeping you occupied as you wound down for the night.

But before you put the phone down and rolled in the opposite direction, you couldn’t help opening his instagram page and checking his tagged photos, just to see if the woman from next to you had posted the picture like she said she would. 

There were countless pictures of Jack in his uniform posted - everything from on-field screenshots to pictures of him with his teammates and family - but those were dotted with more personal ones; people tagging him in photos of themselves, edited photos, or photos of Jack alone that had been taken from other sources. You didn’t have far to scroll before you found the picture of Jack and the woman, tapping it with one finger to make it bigger. 

She’d put more than one filter on it, smoothing out her features and his, and when you zoomed in on it, you wrinkled your nose. Why would you filter him? He doesn’t need it. Even with the filtering, you could see the bored look in Jack’s eyes, his smile small and tight. Not like it was with Caleb. 

She’d captioned the picture with a black and a yellow heart bracketing the number 7, and it already had more than a few likes. She also had a story, and even though you knew that she’d be able to see who viewed it, you didn’t care, hesitating for only a second before tapping on it. 

The girl - whose name was Brittany - had posted a few times throughout the game; pictures from in her seat, a video of Jack walking up to the plate, her grinning at the camera at the end of the game with the scoreboard behind her… but the final story post was clearly a picture of a parking lot with a tall fence around it, and what looked like a security guard in the corner. She went to the lot. 

You sighed, backing out of the story - and her profile - and going back to Jack’s, eyes lingering on his account’s picture. You followed him, and had for years - liking and commenting on the pictures he posted as well as tagging him and the other players in the occasional ones you’d taken at games. He’d never replied or acknowledged them in any way, though. 

And he won’t, you admitted to yourself as you closed out of the app and opened your alarm, making sure that it was set. “Good luck, Jack.” Closing your eyes after setting the device down on your bedside table, you rolled away from it and got comfortable. As you settled in, you let your thoughts wander back to earlier - to the way Jack’s eyes had warmed when he’d smiled at you, and the way his smile had widened when he saw you and Caleb sitting in his seats. 

You would have been lying if you’d said that the memories didn’t make you feel good. It didn’t matter that he’d likely smiled at hundreds of others in the same way. He’d made the night special for you and for Caleb, and that was the important thing. 

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep - and Jack followed you into your dreams… which you didn’t mind at all. 

— 

You didn’t have a meeting until 10:30 the following morning and so you slept in a little, taking a shower and getting dressed before you even checked your messages. 

There were a few from Erin, asking for details, and you promised you’d reach out once you had a break. But before then, you needed to focus and settled in in front of your laptop, clicking open your first email of the day. Back at it. 

You worked steadily until almost 1 PM, checking things off of your to-do list and scheduling a second consultation with the same client for the end of the following week. You typically worked virtually - and had since your uncle had hired you a few years prior - but there were occasional accounts that required your presence in person. And this one’s going to be one of them. 

That wasn’t an issue. Their offices were located in New Orleans, and you were looking forward to potentially spending a few paid days in the city. But we’ll see. 

While you waited for your lunch to heat, you called Erin, your friend picking up on the second ring and groaning into your ear. “Whatever happened yesterday must have been incredible because Caleb hasn’t shut up since he woke up this morning.” 

“It was pretty great, Erin,” Taking a seat at your kitchen table, you laughed. “I sent him the pictures, did he -”

“He’s already set the one of him and Jack as his phone background. And he’s been bugging me to take him to get them printed.” You weren’t surprised; Caleb loved baseball, and the opportunity that he’d had at the game the previous night had likely meant the world to him. “So how did that happen? He just offered you the tickets?” 

“Pretty much. He stopped to sign for Caleb, and just out of nowhere, asked where we were sitting.” You wet your lips, laughing. “And then once he knew we were in the outfield seats, he just … pointed at the dugout and told us that we could sit in his instead.” 

“He offered them to Caleb? Or to -”

“Well… sort of.” You stood, looking out your back window. “He asked your brother where we were sitting but he was looking at me when he offered the tickets…” You pulled your food out of the microwave and set it down to cool. “And then when we were in the seats, he made eye contact with me a couple times, but -”

“How hot is he up close?” You snorted, but she continued. “Because that picture of him and Caleb? That man’s hand is -”

“Really hot.” Humming in agreement, you reached for a fork. “And he seemed really nice, too. Paid more attention to the kids than to the adults. There was this girl sitting next to us and she was clearly trying to catch his eye, but he barely looked at her.” You figured that he was a professional and wouldn’t have done anything to jeopardize his reputation while on the field - and in front of younger fans. But still. She made it obvious. “He was polite, but he was just … going through the motions.” 

She hummed again, the sound non-committal as you took your first bite. “But not with you. And not with Caleb.” No, I guess not. “You should post those pictures and tag him.”

“Erin, I’m not trying to -”

“No, just hear me out. Maybe he’ll see them. And maybe he’ll remember you. And maybe he’ll -”

“Erin, come on. That’s a fantasy. I’m sure he’s got a million people tagging him every day. He won’t even see it if I do.” 

“You never know. It can’t hurt.” She said your name, the tone teasing. “And since Caleb’s account is private since he’s twelve, it makes sense you’d post ‘em for him. He really had a lot of fun with you. He’s already asking if you want to go to a game again.”

“Yeah. There’s still a little over a month left this season, so I’m sure we can figure out a weekend to see the Statesman. I’ll third wheel with you and Troy.” She laughed at that, agreeing. “I’m going to go, though. I need to eat. I have to run and analyze metrics for two campaigns this afternoon, and it’s going to take forever.” 

You hung up soon after, but as you ate, you contemplated what she’d said about posting the pictures. It was really no different than any of the other games you’d been to or posted about. You’d taken pictures that weren’t of Jack, and those could go up, too. Why not post the one of him and Caleb? It’s a good picture. 

After sending the final email for the day, you shut your laptop and changed into more comfortable clothes before stretching out on the couch. You needed to go to the store, but figured it could wait til later … and you had pictures to post. 

You chose five of them - one of the field from the concourse, one of the scoreboard, a picture from the seats, and then two of Jack and Caleb - one while he was signing and the other of them looking at the camera, which you made the main image. Choosing a caption was harder than picking the pictures themselves, but you finally opted for something extremely neutral: First @The_Cavalry game of the season. Great game, even better seats, and @CalebOnBase got to meet his favorite player. 

You tagged the picture - adding Jack and The Statesman’s accounts - and thought about adding one of Jack’s walk up songs to the post. No. That looks too desperate. So you posted it without, taking one final look at the images - and lingering on Jack’s smile - before you checked the Cavalry’s account to see if they’d posted that night’s lineup. 

Jack was starting again, but instead of being in at 3rd, he was the designated hitter. So he’ll get to bat, but can save his arm. It made sense, and you figured that if all went well, he’d only play in a game or two more before being called back up to the majors. And he’ll be back here. It made you smile, and the expression widened when you got a comment on the post from Caleb - four baseballs and the thumbs up emoji. 

You’d done your part, and that was that. Caleb could see that you’d posted the photos, and if by chance Jack saw the tag, he’d also see that you appreciated the seats he’d allowed you to sit in. With one final look at the pictures, you nodded and then sat up, sighing. 

“Alright. Grocery shopping’s not going to do itself.”

— 

You were stunned the next afternoon when you got an alert that The Cavalry tagged you in a story, and didn’t even try to hold back your grin when you saw that they’d reposted your pictures. You got a comment from their account a few seconds later - Glad you had a great time, thanks for coming! - the words accompanied by a blue heart and a baseball. 

After sending the link to Erin so that she could show her brother, you set your phone down, returning to the work you were doing. You stayed busy throughout the rest of the day, and even though your phone kept lighting up with new alerts - strangers liking the pictures and commenting on your post, it didn’t break your focus. 

And by the following day, things were pretty much back to normal. The story was gone, strangers weren’t still finding your profile, and you’d opted to work for most of Saturday morning to get ahead, which meant that you could take Monday off. And I can take a nap. I haven’t been able to do that in weeks. 

You pulled the drapes shut and then climbed into bed, the darkened room helping you to relax much faster than you anticipated. There was no need to set an alarm, and so you didn’t, figuring that you’d wake up on your own when you got hungry… which you did, just after 6 PM. Maybe I’ll order food. I don’t feel like cooking. 

You stretched, pointing your toes, and then reached for your phone, mentally flipping through restaurant options. But you froze with the device in front of your face as the screen lit up, eyes zeroing in on the alert in the center of it. 

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[lovelymaryj-recs]

Welcome!

Hello! This is my fanfiction recommendation blog. The fics in this blog were written by various authors from AO3, Quotev, and Tumblr. If you're looking for fics posted on Wattpad, please go to my Wattpad profile and check out my reading lists.

This blog isn't dedicated to any particular fandom, so don't be fooled by whatever my blog's current theme is. I post what I like. My main criterion to determine whether or not I post a fic here is whether or not I want to reread a fic someday. I'm a simple woman. (This blog is basically my library.)

Most of the fanfictions here are female reader or OC inserts. It's quite rare for me to post character/character fics because it's also rare for me to read character/character fics. Also, most, if not all, ships are straight. If they're supposed to be a gay ship, one of them is probably genderbent. Sorry. If that's not your cup of tea, you're free to click/tap away. Additionally, some fics may include dark content. If you don't know how to define that, maybe you shouldn't be looking at this blog. As always, you're free to leave if you don't like such fics.

Fandoms, characters and ships available (in alphabetical order, mostly):

[Note: To look for fics more efficiently, type the character/ship/fandom name in the search bar. Look for the name you used in the search bar in the tags of the results/posts. Click on the tag.

TLDR: Search by tags instead of just looking up the name using the search bar.]

Assassination Classroom | Anatsu Kyoushitsu (ASSCLASS)

Akabane Karma

Avatar: The Last Airbender (ATLA)

Zuko

Avatar: The Legend of Korra (LOK)

Mako

Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, The (TBOSAS) | The Hunger Games (THG)

Coriolanus Snow

Black Butler | Kuroshitsuji (BB)

Alois Trancy Ciel Phantomhive Sebastian Michaelis

BTS

Kim Namjoon Kim Seokjin Min Yoongi Jung Hoseok Park Jimin Kim Taehyung Jeon Jungkook

Bungou Stray Dogs (BSD)

Dazai Osamu

DC

Batfamily & Batsis Bruce Wayne Damian Wayne Damian Wayne / Mar'i Grayson (Demonfire) Jason Todd Kaldur'ahm Kyle Rayner Dick Grayson Roy Harper

Death is the Only Ending for a Villainess | Villains are Destined to Die

Penelope Eckhart | Cha Siyeon / Callisto Regulus (Calliope)

Folk of the Air, The (TFOTA)

Jude Duarte / Cardan Greenbriar (Jurdan)

Genshin Impact (GI)

Diluc Ragnvindr

Haikyuu!!

Akaashi Keiji Bokuto Koutarou Hinata Shouyou Hoshiumu Kourai Iwaizumi Hajime Kozume Kenma Kuroo Tetsurou Meian Shuugo Miya Atsumu Miya Osamu Oikawa Tooru Sakusa Kiyoomi Sawamura Daichi Sugawara Koushi Suna Rintarou Tsukishima Kei Ushijima Wakatoshi

Harry Potter (HP) | Marauders

Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger (Dramione) Female Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy (Drarry) James Potter James Potter / Female Regulus Black (Jegulus) Regulus Black Remus Lupin Sirius Black

Harry Potter: Magic Awakened (HPMA)

Daniel Page

Hogwarts Legacy (HPHL)

Ominis Gaunt Sebastian Sallow

Honkai: Star Rail (HSR)

Dan Heng / Stelle (Danstelle)

How to Train You Dragon (HTTYD)

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)

Fushiguro Megumi Fushiguro Toji Getou Suguru Gojo Satoru Ieri Shoko Itadori Yuuji Kugisaki Nobara Kamo Chousou Nanami Kento Ryoumen Sukuna

Little Women

Theodore "Laurie" Laurence

Love and Deepspace

Sylus

Marvel | Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Bucky Barnes Loki Peter Parker

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir (MLB)

Adrien Agreste

My Hero Academia | Boku no Hero Academia (MHA | BNHA)

Amajiki Tamaki Bakugou Katsuki Shinsou Hitoshi Takami Keigo Todoroki Shouto Todoroki Touya | Dabi

Night Manager, The

Jonathan Pine

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (PJO) | Riordanverse | Heroes of Olympus (HOO)

Apollo / Female Percy Jackson (Perpollo) Female Percy Jackson Percy Jackson

Shadowhunter Chronicles, The (TSC)

Jem Carstairs / Tessa Gray (Jessa) Jem Carstairs / Tessa Gray / Will Herondale (Herongraystairs) Tessa Gray / Will Herondale (Wessa)

SPY x FAMILY (SXF)

Loid Forger / Yor Briar Forger (Twiyor)

Tears of Themis (TOT)

Artem Wing Luke Pearce Marius von Hagen Vyn Richter

Tokyo Revengers (TOKREV)

Akashi Takeomi Haitani Ran Haitani Rindou Hanemiya Kazutora Kakuchou Kokonoi Hajime Sano "Mikey" Manjirou Sanzu Haruchiyo

TOMORROW X TOGETHER (TXT)

Choi Yeonjun

Twisted Wonderland (TWST)

Ace Trappola Azul Ashengrotto Cater Diamond Deuce Spade Epel Felmier Floyd Leech Idia Shroud Jack Howl Jade Leech Jamil Viper Kalim Al-Asim Leona Kingscholar Lilia Vanrouge Malleus Draconia Riddle Rosehearts Rook Hunt Ruggie Bucchi Sebek Zigvolt Silver Trey Clover Vil Schoenheit

Umbrella Academy, The (TUA)

Five Hargreeves

Wonka

Willy Wonka

There are more fics of certain fandoms and there are more fics of certain characters. Nonetheless, as long as they're listed above, there's at least one (1) fanfiction of them in here somewhere.

Happy reading! <3

[darin-nidk]

Greetings fellow human beings, I'm Dee or Lazy whichever fancies you best. Non-binary and a preference for they/them, though he/him is perfectly acceptable too.

Native language: Spanish.

Second language: English.

Sometimes I post drawings but a majority of my time I do write character x reader, though I am not opposed to character x oc, or character x character. Now, I write for the following fandoms:

R18. Genshin Impact, Hazbin Hotel, My Candy Love, The Amazing Digital Circus, APH, Hypmic.

R13. MLB. Steven Universe.

Masterlist. | Ideas.

The general #tag for character x reader is "#🧍 he speaks" and while I do prefer to write gender neutral and male reader, I can write for female reader if requested.

Do I take requests? Yes.

Do I take ideas and/or suggestions? Yes.

Do I give priorities to commissions? Absolutely. Ko-fi or MP me any amount will do in my (3rd world) country.

Will write:

Dark themes (kidnapping, manipulation, unhealthy obsessions, yandere, stalking, torture, gross/questioning behavior).

Sexual themes

Won't write:

Underage pairings/l○licon.

[hirosrequestblog]

Hi I’m hiro, I do x reader requests, though I will be slow to doing them as I tend to get writers block a lot.

Anyways here are the fandoms I’ll do:

PJO-

Nico di angelo

Percy Jackson

Leo Valdez

Will Solace

A:TLA-

Prince Zuko

Sokka

KNY-

Tanjiro Kamado

Giyuu Tomioka

BNHA-

Izuku midoriya

Shouto todoroki

Katsuki Bakugou

Kaminari Denki

Shinsou Hitoshi

MLB-

Adrian Agreste

Luka Couffaine

I only do male reader, so if you were hoping for a x female reader go look for anyone else because like I said I only do male readers.

[kousaka-ayumu]

Homepage info:

Part 2

❃Rules❃:

Request are sented at only one at a time

Child! Reader and Teenage and adult characters will be platonic.

I'll only write fanfics and drawing fanart with a fandom that I know of.

No repost without permission

X if for ships while & is for friendships

No incest

❃Fanfics❃

Regulars:

- W.I.T.C.H

Twisted Affection

Yandere Cornelia X Will

Passionate Love(hasn't started)

Taranee X Will

Accidental Confession(hasn't started)

Irma X Will

She is mine! (WIP)

Yandere! Irma X Will

Sleeping Redhead(Hasn't started)

Matt X Will

Familiarities(hasn't started)

Phobos and Will

Nightmares(hasn't started)

Matt X Will

- Twisted Wonderland

Dragon Card(hasn't started)

Malleus X Ace

Rivals to Lovers(hasn't started)

Leona X Malleus

Ocean Hearts(hasn't started)

Floyd X Riddle

A Gangster's Lover(hasn't started)

Yandere Gangster Deuce X Ace(Adult, gangster AU)

Dragon of Flowers(hasn't started)

Malleus X Ace(Ace is whiterose child au)

A Fae's Lover

Yandere Malleus x Ace

True Love(hasn't started)

Jamil X Kalim

A Snake's Angel(hasn't started)

Yandere Jamil X Kalim

Her Diamond In The Rough(part 1 and 2)(WIP)

Yandere female Jamil X female Ace

Heart of Roses(A Fae's Lover part 2)(WIP)

Yandere Malleus X Ace

A Queen's Heart

Yandere! Riddle X Yandere! Deuce X Ace

A Snake and Baker's Prey(NSFW)

Trey X Jamil X Ace(SMUT)

RWBY

Insane Love(hasn't started)

Yandere Weiss X Ruby

A Robot's Lover(hasn't started)

Penny X Ruby

Predator(hasn't started)

Yandere Blake X Ruby

Keeper Of My Heart(hasn't started)

Weiss X Ruby(W.I.T.C.H au)

Greek Knight(hasn't started)

Pyrrah X Jaune

Sisters(hasn't started)

Yang and Ruby

Black And Yellow (hasn't started)

Top! Blake X Bottom! Yang

An Heiress's Rose(hasn't started)

Top! Weiss X Bottom! Ruby

❃Crossovers❃

Guardians of Remnant(RWBY x W.I.T.C.H) (hasn't started)

The Guardian and The Dragon(W.I.T.C.H x Twisted Wonderland one-shot)(Will and Malleus) (hasn't started)

A Survivor's Wonderland(DRV3 X Twisted Wonderland) (hasn't started)

A Ninja's Wonderland(Ninjago X Twisted Wonderland) (hasn't started)

Guardians and Ninjas(Ninjago X W.I.T.C.H) (hasn't started)

Unique Warriors(PreCure X Twisted Wonderland) (hasn't started)

A Fairy's Wonderland(Twisted Wonderland X Winx) (hasn't started)

PreCure All Stars: Twisted Festival(PreCure X Twisted Wonderland)(hasn't started)

A Hero in Wonderland(MLB X Twisted Wonderland)(hasn't started)

❃Arts and Headcannons❃

Rose Draconia(Old and New)

Dawn White/Marmoreal(Old and New)

Rose's past

Team RWBYS as Guardians of the Veil(1st and 2nd)

Sarah Hale/Roselight

Angie Swan(For @phoenix-manga, @phnxart )

Darcelle Swan

Sonomi Hoshiakari(Cure Forest)

Kaidah Akahono/Garmadon(Cure Dragon)

Mizuki Aoumi(Cure Ocean)

Yumeri Cordelia(Cure Isleen)

Taiyou Kiihikari(Cure Thunder)

Fuyumi Hoshiakari(Cure Schnee)

Hoseki Héxié(Cure Yīnyuè)

Seiza Mikanhoshi(Cure Astralle)

Kiko Midorikaze(Cure Iiesar)

Hokori Shroud(Cure Íroas)

Farah Alsaari(Cure Faith)

Akio Hoshiakari(Cure Joy)

Alyssa's reveal

Alyssa Rosseta(Show)

Alyssa Rosseta(Movie)

❃Special fics❃

Christmas(2022)

Christmas(2023)

❃Songfics❃

Kowareyasuki(An Malleus overblot one-shot/Ace is WhiteRose's child AU/Malleus x Ace)

❃Request fics❃

Yandere! Malleus x Idia

Yandere Azul X Jamil part 2

Yandere Floyd X Riddle

❃AUS❃

Twisted Wonderland X RWBY

❃Writing for other AUs❃

This Life Is Mine(Headmistress Rosehearts AU)

❃EAH X TWST❃

Rose X Dawn(History)

❃Character Birthdays❃

Fuyumi(RSA)

Hoseki(RSA)

Sonomi(NRC)

Kaida(NRC)

Note: Ocean's, Isleen's, Schnee's, Yīnyuè's, Astralle, Tornado's, Íroas's and Faith's designs and poses are owned by @phnxart /@phoenix-manga

[uunromanticized]

Hi! Could I request a Luka, Chat Noir, Shadybug and Claw Noir (poly. Still villains. All partners) x female reader friends with benefits headcanons/imagines? Thanks!

hey! i don’t mind writing for these four, but regarding friends with benefits; ive gotten a few nsfw-nsfw adjacent asks for the mlb crew recently, & im afraid ill have to turn them down. i can give the kissing / brief makeout hcs ive been making, but since i’m an adult im not comfortable making blatantly nsfw content of minors. 🩵 i hope you all have a wonderful day & im sorry to whoever this disappoints

[frickingnerd]

adrien with a younger sister

pairing: adrien agreste x fem!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, platonic, protective brother!adrien (from chloe & lila), gabriel is a bad father, best friends & siblings

gabriel wanted a boy and a girl as children, so each of them had their own purpose and could model different clothes for him

meanwhile, emelie wanted a boy and a girl, to have a complete family – a mother, a father, a daughter and a son! 

adrien was born first, while you were born around two years later, making adrien your older brother

adrien and you were best friends as children, though that also had to do with the fact that you only had each other as friends

occasionally, you spent time with chloe, felix and other kids of rich parents, but you always got along best with each other! 

adrien was always a protective older brother, making sure nobody made fun of you and made sure you were included in all activities! 

when you two grew older, you got to see chloe, felix and co. less and less, making you two grow even closer

you two trusted each other with all of your secrets and were always there to support each other

some days, adrien had to model for gabriel, while you got to sneak out of the house to go shopping

other days, you had to model for your father, while adrien snuck out of the house and watched movies in the nearby cinema! 

adrien would always tell you about the movies afterwards, while you always brought him snacks and such along from your shopping trips! 

when the two of you were finally allowed to go to school, adrien grew more protective of you

he always made sure you were invited too, when marinette, alya and nino asked him to hang out after school

and if someone like chloe or lila invited him – and only him – he always declined, since he didn't want to befriend people who didn't like his little sister! 

[k-evans-reads]

2022.

We truly can’t believe that 2022 is coming to a close and we’re about to head into a new year! In celebration of the past year, here’s a little recap of what happened on the blog: 

We finished Higher Love and wrote a bunch more for them

We began and finished our first Royal AU

MLB!Chris made his debut

We wrote a Firefighter!Chris AU 

And we started In Living Color! 

Our word count for the year has ended at 463,434 words, along with 96 pieces of work posted (and a couple dozen honesty hours!)

Moving forward we wanted to give a few updates. One big one that we have been feeling for a while, but haven’t announced, is that we are officially finished with Higher Love. We truly cannot believe what that story turned into and the love it got. That truly was the story that began it all, bringing the two of us together as writers and friends, and gaining hundreds of new followers because of it. We are so thankful for that story and all it’s done for us, but are feeling that we’ve maxed them out creatively. We’ve grown so much since then and are excited to dive into new things in 2023 and really focus on In Living Color, which is a story we feel so in love with and are so proud of. 

Sometimes we still can’t believe how much people enjoy our work and take the time to comment, send asks, and engage with us. We truly are so thankful and love having this little outlet. Every comment, every reply, every ask, every tag, and every reblog is truly noticed, appreciated, and freaked out about. We see you guys and appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.

As a special thank you, we will be posting an On Deck extension this week! It’s one of our favorite things we’ve ever written, and it’s definitely one you guys will enjoy! Keep your eyes peeled for that this week.

Thank you all for making those 463,434 words worth every bit of the blood, sweat, and tears, and for making 2022 one for the books. We love you guys and cannot WAIT to see what 2023 brings us!

-@k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour 

[atsukinakae]

RULES ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯.

Hi/Hello <3.

Let me introduce you myself,I'm Atsuki(is not my real name,but i'll love if you could call me that) and I'm a bisexual transmasc.

REQUESTS.

The anime i'll be writing stories about is "Haikyuu", "Miraculous Ladybug/mlb" and "Stray Kids/Skz"

I can do polyamory,soft,angst,death(or s*icide),sfw,nsfw,etc.

I'll be doing cis male reader and FTM/trans reader.

I can do male or female character x male reader.

I will not do any female reader,there are a lot of them.

PLEASE READ THIS.

If your pronoums are she/her,or if you are a women/girl please leave.

If you are a straight women that who only wants to read yaoi/BL please leave.I have found so many times this in male reader stories and it's really uncomfortable.

[cminoko]

Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Would you age up characters to adults? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any characters you won't do in each fandom? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Thank you in advance!

OMG My first response, I'm so excited! I'll definitely do headcanons and poly x reader, go ahead and request as many characters as you want for either! Aged up characters are a must for things like MLB or TMNT. I'll try to write for any character, though some it may be obvious that I like then more/less than others. I'll write for any gender reader. I'm gender fluid but have female parts, so bare with me as I figure out how to write from a male perspective. I'll do mostly any topic, but things like rape will not be written in detail, only mentioned. Things like nonconsensual sex between character and reader or any sort of transphobia, homophobia, etc are a hard no though.

I hope that answered everything, if there is something specific in your request that you're concerned about let me know. I'll try to be open to anything

[domxmarvel]

Cabin

Masterlist

Adrien Agreste x Female!Reader

Slot: Snowed/Stormed In

“Wow,Adrien this is just great” You said sarcastically. He had invited you to a skiing trip,but the first night there was a snowstorm that forced you to stay inside. 

“You know there is something good about this” He handed you a cup of hot chocolate.

“What’s good about being stuck here?”

“Well,we get to stay warm and cuddle”

“You’re right,it’s romantic except for the smell of camembert” He laughed.

“Also that means that you have the sexy Chat noir all to yourself” He stood up and posed.

“You know what?” You stood up,grabbing his collar and kissing him “That is better” He pulled you back into another kiss. “So kitty are you here to save me?”

“Of course I Am,princess”

“Are you gonna save me from the cold too?” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’m very cold,and I need you to warm me up” Kissing him again,you move your hands under his shirt moving up as you kiss down his neck. 

“How about we take this upstairs?”

“That’s a great idea,just lock the door. I don’t wanna have Nathalie walk in again”