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thenationaltreasuregazette · 3 months

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Interpersonal Aftermath: Ben and Abigail

Ben and Abigail’s relationship also gets plenty of development during the film’s runtime. I have plenty of feelings about how that’s set up. We also know that three months after the treasure hunt, they’re dating. However, a few things.

I don’t think they live together. Is this obvious? When I was younger I just sort of assumed that they did, because they’re shown at the house. Now though, I don’t buy it. For starters, there’s only one car in the driveway (other than Riley’s Ferrari, obviously.) It’s a sporty silver convertible parked up by the house. I would wager that’s supposed to be Abigail’s car. Ben doesn’t strike me as a silver convertible person. Also, if that’s Ben’s, where is her car? Instead, I think that Ben is parked in what must be a garage of some kind behind that tree.

NTS: Do not go on a tangent about that houses! Save that for another article!

But more than the logistics of the cars, it just does not feel in-character to me for Abigail to move in with someone she just met three months ago via grand larceny and almost-but-technically-not kidnapping. Since this scene is our “cut to: happy ending” moment it kind of feels like they’ve been dating since the treasure hunt. After all they kissed in the tunnel and Abigail blushed when Ben’s first demand was that she get off clean from the whole thing.

This is how the story is supposed to go: boy meets girl, boy ropes girl into a life-threatening treasure hunt, girl gets pretty into it actually, boy kisses girl in tomb tunnel, and they both live happily ever after.

Except I don’t think that’s what happened. This is 100% pure speculation, but I believe it would have taken Ben and Abigail most of that three month window to actually decide to start dating. Neither of them strike me as too quick to jump into romantic endeavors, and Abigail especially. Thought it might be the “easy” story to tell there, I just don’t see Abigail agreeing to date Ben in the heat of the moment (the moment being in the days following the treasure hunt), no matter how much she might be tempted to. She has to know that this weekend of her life was an aberration, and so too were all of her emotions while on the Tower of Templar thrill ride.

As I have argued extensively, I think the film does a lot of work to establish that Ben and Abigail have a lot in common, and are well suited to and interested in one another even before the treasure hunt really gets going. That’s the evidence that Abigail is going to need to see more of before she takes that plunge. Otherwise, she’s giving into the desire to make a one-time-only set of circumstances become permanent. And that will only lead to Book of Secrets ruin.

Abigail Chase is a reserved person. In her day-to-day life she dresses conservatively, and doesn’t entertain nonsense from anyone. One imagines she was a teacher’s pet, and an eternal “pleasure to have in class.” Yes, she loosens up as the film progresses, but every impulsive or dangerous decision she makes is directly in service of protecting the Declaration. The Abigail who called up Ian and orchestrated an escape from FBI custody is the What-Happens-On-The-Treasure-Hunt-Stays-On-The-Treasure-Hunt Abigail. Once she comes down from that high, I don’t think she’ll be seeking out any more reckless decisions. And dating Ben, at this point, is definitely reckless.

I imagine there are a few stilted conversations, maybe over some bad FBI coffee. They’re both pushing forward and holding back in equal measure. It’s only after she spends more time with Ben that Abigail starts to realize that her interest in him, and his interest in her, is rooted in more than adrenaline. All of that legal and archeological business with the treasure allows/forces them to spend more time together. By the time we reach museum exhibit openings a few months later, then she’s in a place to think about dating Ben.

And what does Ben think of all this? I have several as-yet-undrafted articles worth of thoughts on Ben Gates’ relationship to romance, so I’ll save some of this for later. Suffice it to say that while I think there is an argument to be made that Ben is waiting impatiently to sweep Abigail off her feet/claim his “prize” for protagonizing, that’s not how I see things playing out. Because while I do think Ben realizes before Abigail that there’s something real between them that’s worth pursuing, I also believe he’d be hesitant to dive in too fast, albeit for different reasons.

Ben has no problem making reckless, impulsive decisions.

No problem at all, as long as it’s a cause he believes in.

What he doesn’t have is a stable history with romance, either first hand or in his family. Depending on whether you live mentally in 2004 or 2007, his mother either died while he was young, leaving his father an exhausted shell of a man, or she was a student in Patrick’s class who got knocked up and tried to make it work, but Patrick couldn’t put her and Ben over his own pursuits (treasure). Neither is great for Ben in this regard.

In National Treasure, there’s no direct mention of Ben’s past girlfriends or how dating factors into his life. All we know about Ben’s romantic inclinations we learn from Patrick, or from Ben repeating his father’s beliefs to Abigail. From these two instances…

Exhibit A:

PATRICK Is she pregnant?

Exhibit B:

BEN Well, my father thinks I've been a little too cavalier in my personal life.

…we can tell that at least Patrick believes Ben is someone who is a bit, um, loose when it comes to his love life. But is this true? I have a suspicion that these lines actually tell us more about Patrick and his relationship with relationships than it does about Ben.

But however you interpret the nuance of Patrick’s words, they make it clear that Ben is someone can and does start romantic relationships but don’t seem to stick with them for long. So if Ben is really serious about pursuing a relationship with Abigail and making it stick, he might try to do the opposite of what he usually does—take things slow instead of rushing in.

Perhaps some symmetry with another gala or exhibit opening party? Riley was so nonchalant about the whole thing it seems like they’ve been to several already.

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i am no expert in the ushl but i also imagine that ntdp players get a lot more visibility for colleges/scouts/the national team? i went to an ntdp game recently (very fun) and there were a whole bunch of scouts (nhl and college) there to see the u-17 team. i kept trying to read the notebook of the canucks guy, but no luck

[spittin chiclets horny for nolan patrick voice] do you guys get residuals?

no but seriously, i bet you’re right. team 100 was a perfect example of the benefit from putting yourself in an environment where scouts are watching more important players than you. most of the guys who got signed as undrafted free agents from that team were signed by organizations that were keeping an eye on a drafted prospect from michigan (NJD, SEA, CBJ).

#i’m so excited you got to go to an ntdp game!#scout watching is a such a thrill #hope you said hi to our future baby wolve crew #anonymarshmallow

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bashbrother2160 · 2 years

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PART 1:

So a working theory is that Stranger Things is one big game and that the entire series has just been imagined by their older selves. So I thought why not put together a cast of the characters as their older selves. This is just what I think but by all means create one of your own. I think it would be cool.

To start we have Mike Wheeler-Bill Hader

We have Eleven/Jane-Natalie Portman

Dustin- Duke Davis Roberts

Lucas-Mike Colter

Part 2 coming soon! Also Dustin’s older self is played by Duke Davis Roberts from the movie Undrafted. If you haven’t seen it I suggest it. The film is hilarious.

#lucas sinclair #stranger things #finn wolfhard #millie bobby brown #natalie portman #bill hader #mike colter #duke davis roberts #gaten mazzarato #caleb mclaughlin #part 1 #mike wheeler #eleven #dustin henderson

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therealfantasyguru · 6 months

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Week 10 Waiver Wire

Week 9 was a pretty wild week to say the least. From injuries, to surprise studs and surprise duds, to some people coming off IR, there is quite a bit to unpack. However, I'm here to help you sift through the news and noise and get down to my top waiver adds for your leagues.

Tank Dell - this rookie had what we all thought was his breakout in weeks two and three which helped him soar up rookie rankings in seasonal and dynasty formats only to see his star drop just as fast and unexpectedly over the next 5 weeks which didn't even equal his week 3 output. With Texans QB CJ Stroud looking like the Texans future signal caller, it also appears he's found a speedy target along Nico Collins that has become one of Strouds favorite options. His increased usage also speaks to at the very minimum, enough targets to be the top priority this week.

2. Keaton Mitchell - the undrafted rookie went from is he too small

to play, to preseason darling, to one of the most hyped players in all of fantasy. His week 9 break out is no fluke and his 4.37 wheels and ridiculous contact balance remind me of a certain someone in Miami that took the league by storm this year before finding his way to IR. Mitchell only has Gus Edwards and Justice Hill in front of him and while Gus will likely take goal line work, Hill isn't anyone to be scared of in this backfield and Mitchell can be the RB2 as soon as this week's divisional matchup against the Browns.

3. Michael Wilson - owned in just 12% of Yahoo leagues and someone who can actually end up being the best person on this list is the rookie from Arizona. He had solid rookie production given he was playing with a backup QB and a team that for all intents and purposes, doesn't have a high powered offense. That may change this week with the return of Kyler Murray and I imagine Wilson's usage and production both take significant leaps over the second half of the season.

Let me know any questions you may have or if you need any more waivers to consider between now and your waiver period!

#fantasy football #nfl #football #waiverwire #week 10

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bmore2boston · 1 year

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franckkennedy77 · 1 year

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Cowboys lose game to Buccaneers, Dak Prescott to injury in disastrous opener

By David Helman FOX Sports Dallas Cowboys Writer It's hard to imagine how a 19-3 drubbing could get worse, but true to form, the Dallas Cowboys pulled it off. Sunday night's abysmal loss to Tampa Bay was already one of this team's ugliest of the last decade. But their hope for a bounce back hinges on the health of Dak Prescott, and that hope took a hit late in the fourth quarter when Prescott exited the game after his hand collided with Shaq Barrett's helmet. Speaking to reporters after the game, Cowboys owner and general manager Jerry Jones said that Prescott will need to have surgery on his thumb and will likely miss several weeks. Prescott himself said he'll schedule surgery on Monday morning. "Obviously, it's not what you want to hear," Prescott told reporters. "It's not the worst thing that's happened to me. It's just another bump in the road." That bit might be true. But at the very minimum, it's a significant injury to the most important member of the roster. Everything else about the Cowboys' season is on pause until more details are known, but it's a devastating loss at the tail end of a devastating loss. Not to add insult to injury, but Prescott left the game with 6:02 to play — and it's not as if the Dallas offense was functioning effectively when its franchise quarterback was healthy. The Cowboys drove the ball 54 yards for a field goal on the opening possession of the game, and literally nothing else worked the rest of the way. They finished with 244 yards of offense, 76 of those coming on the final two possessions, when the outcome was obvious. To put it in perspective, three points is the worst tally in a season opener since the Cowboys were shut out, 28-0, by the New Orleans Saints in 1989 — Jones' first season as owner and general manager. The difference is obviously that the 1989 team was in the beginning of a rebuild, having just selected Troy Aikman with the No. 1 overall pick in the draft. That group finished 1-15. This 2022 roster is the one Cowboys brass selected to follow up a 12-5 campaign. This was the group that Jones said "need to be viable in the playoffs" to be considered successful back on the first day of training camp. It's important not to overreact to one week of a long season, but nothing about this Dallas offense looked viable in Week 1. Nowhere is that more obvious than the performance of Prescott and the Cowboys' skill players. The team famously traded away Amari Cooper in the spring, looking to replace that production with veteran receiver James Washington and third-round draft pick Jalen Tolbert. Washington broke his foot way back in August, sidelining him for the foreseeable future. And after an up-and-down summer, Tolbert was a healthy scratch for the season opener, leaving Prescott with journeyman Noah Brown and undrafted rookie Dennis Houston as his primary options behind CeeDee Lamb. To be fair to the receivers, Prescott played one of his worst games as a pro. 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Ezekiel Elliott — and to some degree, the line's run blocking — was as much of a bright spot as you might be able to muster. The running back averaged 5.2 yards per carry en route to a 52-yard night, but the lopsided nature of the game took him out of the equation early into the second half. The performance unfortunately overshadows what was actually a solid showing by the Dallas defense, expected to do some heavy lifting in Dan Quinn's second season as defensive coordinator. True, the Buccaneers did rush for 152 yards behind a wonderful performance from Leonard Fournette. But the Cowboys flustered Tom Brady into just 212 passing yards and an ugly interception, and the Bucs did finish with just one touchdown on the night. It looked for all the world like Micah Parsons would write the narrative of the game. On back-to-back possessions in the second quarter, Parsons sacked Brady on two separate third downs, forcing Tampa Bay to settle for field goal attempts — one of which was missed. Football romanticism would have you believe Parsons was holding the rope until Prescott could rally the offense, but it wasn't close to the case. Instead, this Dallas defense might have even more on its plate. The Cowboys have work to do on offense, and for the time being they'll be trying to fix it without Dak Prescott. Joe Burrow and Cincinnati's warp-drive offense arrive at AT&T Stadium in a week. That's a lot to figure out if they're going to prevent the season from heading off the rails. David Helman covers the Dallas Cowboys for FOX Sports. He previously spent nine seasons covering the Cowboys for the team’s official website. In 2018, he won a regional Emmy for his role in producing "Dak Prescott: A Family Reunion" about the quarterback’s time at Mississippi State. Follow him on Twitter @davidhelman_. Get more from National Football League Follow your favorites to get information about games, news and more. Read the full article

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Which Quarterbacks Have the Best Chance to Pull Off a Matthew Stafford or Tom Brady?

The last two years, we have seen a talented, veteran QB join a new team and immediately turn a contender into Super Bowl Champions. Now, other teams with relatively complete and capable rosters seek to upgrade their QB position just like the Buccaneers and Rams.

Over the offseason, a handful of proven quarterbacks have changed settings in hopes of hoisting the Lombardi Trophy in Glendale, Arizona this year. There are three QBs that have a realistic shot for a deep playoff run and continue the trend of the previous two Super Bowl Champions. Coincidentally, they are all in the tough AFC with the Bills and Chiefs leading the way as the favorites. Here are my rankings of who has the best shot to reach the top:

3. Deshaun Watson, Cleveland Browns: Watson is the most talented of the three QBs on this list and the Browns have the most talented roster on this list. Last year showed they are on the right path with their best record since 1994. With 11 wins by Baker Mayfield, imagine what they will do with Watson. So why aren’t they higher on my list? Well, Watson comes with a great deal of legal issues and possible suspension looming over his head. The Browns do not have a proven track record of success and are one of the worst cultures in the league. In the AFC North, culture matters when playing the Raven and Steelers twice. The Browns feel too good to be true and I sense a 2011 Dream Team Eagles ambiance around this team. The Browns will be the ultimate boom or bust this year.

Fantasy player to keep an eye on: David Bell, WR

This rookie WR class is loaded with talent and potential to make an impact from the jump. The Browns are rich with weapons and might have the best skill players in the league. Njoku has been flying up the rankings, however, I expect the rookie with something to prove getting peppered with targets in the slot position. He is floating around WR 75 and below players I would not touch with a ten-foot pole. Bell is worth the upside potential IF Watson plays.

2. Matt Ryan, Indianapolis Colts: The 2016 NFL MVP reminds me of last year’s Matt Stafford. People forget how good you really are when you play on a losing team long enough. He will inherit one of the better offensive minds in Frank Reich and the most talented running back in the league with Johnathon Taylor. Matty Ice should feel more comfortable throwing in the pocket with a significantly better offensive line and defensives emphasizing the run game. Watch out for the Play Action! The comparison for this duo are Tennessee Titans with Tannehill and King Henry. Matty Ice is way better than 2020 Tannehill, who was a dark house in MVP conversation throughout the 2020 season. Although he does not have a great group of receivers, the three things I listed above will allow Ryan to be successful along with the easiest path to the playoffs among the three QBs listed. I expect the Colts to be an 11-win team and win the AFC South.

Fantasy player to keep an eye on: Alec Pierce, WR

After Michael Pittman, there is no clear-cut number receiving option. Well, maybe Hines coming out of the backfield. TY Hilton and Zach Pascal are gone, leaving 100 targets up for grabs. There is a big opportunity for a big and physical WR to get open downfield when defenses forget about Pierce sneaking past their coverage. Out of the three fantasy players in this article, Pierce probably walks into the best chance to receive the most target share from a veteran QB who will throw for over 4000 yards. Pierce will most likely go undrafted, but if you miss out on other rookies WRs early in the draft, circle this young buck’s name as your last draft selection.

3. Russell Wilson, Denver Broncos: I expect first year head coach Nathaniel Hackett to let Russ cook in a similar fashion to what the Buccaneers did with Brady. Russell is the most accomplished QB and best leader on this list by a mile. He will elevate an already talented WR room to the next level. The 2022 AFC West is the best division we have seen in years, so it will be a brutal gauntlet week in and week out. However, facing Mahomes, Herbert and Carr twice will make the Broncos battle tested for the playoffs. I have Russell throwing for 34 TDs and 9 INTs as he helps Denver secure a wild card spot. If they make it out of the wild card round, the Bronco will be a nightmare for any team next round.

Fantasy player to keep an eye on: KJ Hamler, WR

Russell will be looking for his new Lockett. Although Cortland Sutton will be one player to look out for, him and Juedy are already being drafted in the same round. Juedy has injury concerns going into the season. Tim Patrick will be a noteworthy option as well. But, drafting is all about finding the best value. Hamler is barely cracking the top 100 WR rankings. He is worth the late round flyer in a 12 or 14 team PPR draft if you do not own any Broncos skill players.

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years

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i’ll be in the front row {Joe Mazzello}

Anon asked: lil prompt I thought of while doing my laundry: imagine meeting Joe while you’re both doing your laundry at a laundromat. it’s nyc, so apartments with full wash & dryer are hard to come by. joe is always running lines with himself, and you both sometimes loan each other quarters when one of you runs out.

Anon asked: tbh I don’t have anything specific to request, but I am begging you to please write more for Joe. srsly you write him so well & he deserves more content!!! 🐚

A/N: 3269 words. my little garbage brain had to yell at me not to write this like the laundry scene from Dr Horrible. BIG FLUFF. set around undrafted. hope you enjoy. PLEASE leave feedback!! i love this so so very much omfg.

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You always see him on Sundays, eleven in the morning, like clockwork. Dark sunglasses, fancy backpack, but nondescript clothes; sweater and jeans, baseball jersey and jeans, laundry day clothes if you’ve ever seen them. He’s a little familiar, but you’re not sure why. Sometimes he’s wearing a cap, but not with any sort of consistency, at least not in the six months since you’d been coming there.

For the record, you’re not staring, he’s the only person who comes in at the exact same time as you, give or take fifteen minutes, and he, like you, always waits for his laundry. It’s only been in the past few months that you’d even started recognizing each other, smiling and giving the other a wave across the machines. It’s harmless, it’s people watching, it’s routine.

One morning, he’s sitting on his washing machine, with a pen in his mouth and a stack of papers in one hand. His usual sunglasses are propped up on his head, which isn’t an unusual occurrence when he reads - is it weird that you know that? Kind of. He’s highlighting something, mouthing whatever he’s reading too fast for you to catch, and anyways, you’re trying not to stare. You’re half paying attention to a kitschy game on your phone since your washing is almost done, and you heave your damp clothes into the dryer.

“Damnit,” patting your pockets again, and searching through your change, you can’t help but scowl and come to an annoying conclusion. All you have is a fifty, and the change machine in the laundromat only spits out quarters.

“You okay?” It’s the guy with the script, your quiet laundry buddy, looking at you with slight concern, pen still in his mouth.

“Yeah,” you huff a sigh, putting on a strained smile, “two quarters short for the dryer.” Usually you had smaller bills, or just remembered to bring the right change, “can you watch my stuff while I go to the gas station to get change?”

“I can cover two quarters,” he offers easily with a slight smile, pulling the pen from his mouth and putting it, the highlighter, and the stack of papers, onto the dryer after he jumps from it. You stumble through trying to brush him off and refuse graciously, but he’s already elbow-deep in his backpack, telling you it’s no trouble.

“I owe you,” you say with half a laugh, and he shares in your amusement.

“Yeah, I’ll hold you to that,” he replies with an amiable sarcasm, which has you laughing. After you start the dryer, however, you turn back and he’s regarding you with a frown, leaning on the washing machine with his stuff in it.

“Do I have something on my face?” You ask with surprising uncertainty, and he’s quick to clear the frown from his face as he shakes his head.

“No, it’s just kind of weird that we’ve been coming here for so long but never... like, spoken.” He muses, and you feel yourself growing surprised. He offers his hand. “Joe.”

“Y/N,” you say, shaking his hand firmly, and he quietly repeats your name back to himself, like he’s committing it to memory. Something warms in your chest, and you can’t help but look at the stack of papers he’d been focusing intently on, “may I ask what you’re working on?” And he looks confused for the barest moment, quickly followed by excitement, and then what you recognize as him very deliberately restraining that excitement into something more polite.

“It’s a script,” and he kind of sounds... apologetic?

“And...?” You prompt, before backpeddling, “I mean, if you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine, I mean we technically just met -” and he’s waiving you off goodnaturedly.

“No, I know, I know,” he assures, “I just... another white guy writing a script in New York?” He makes a face, “get a real personality, am I right?” He laughs self-deprecatingly, but it seems to hit a little too close to home for him, and his expression falls. It’s a sentiment he’s been on the receiving end of far too many times.

“What’s it about?” You ask, gentle and genuinely curious, and his eyebrows raise in surprise as he meets your gaze. Tentatively hopeful, he explains that he’s on the fourth draft of it, that it’s loosely based on his brother’s experiences trying to make it into the Major Leagues in baseball. Most of it goes over your head, but you can’t help but be intrigued.

“I’m not super big into baseball,” you admit as he’s winding down, “but it sounds awesome, dude; let me know when it’s in theaters and I’ll be in the front row.” He grins at that.

You exchange phone numbers a month later, the pair of you getting take out at the fast food joint across the road from the laundromat, so you could still at least keep somewhat of an eye on your clothes. He’s in between drafts of the script, and they’re actually in preproduction, and you realise oh, he’s actually serious about this.

“See, that’s the difference,” you tell him, leaning your elbows on the table and pointing a finger at him, “the difference is that you follow through.”

“What?” He laughs, not yet following your train of thought.

“Every other white guy in New York could write a script, but none of them would follow through and get it made; you’re ambitious, Joe.”

“I’m not ambitious, I’m just lucky,” he shrugs, a blush creeping up his cheeks, but you won’t let it slide.

“Luck will only get you so far,” you tut, and he gives you a strange look.

“Have you... never seen Jurassic Park?”

“When I was younger,” you shrugged.

“Or The Social Network?”

“I’ve really been meaning to, why?”

“No reason,” Joe shakes his head with a disbelieving grin, and doesn’t bring it up again.

A few weeks later, he’s late by almost a full half an hour, which you’re not particularly bothered by, you get the impression that he’s a busy guy, but he runs in, laundry basket in hand, apologizing breathlessly.

“No need to apologise,” you tell him with a bright smile, putting your phone away, “everything okay?”

“Budget meeting ran late,” he explains, gracelessly lumping his clothes into the washing machine and throwing a few tide pods in along with them, “filming’s so close, I just lost track of time.”

“Oh, shit really? Wait have you already cast it?” You asked with a surprisingly genuine excitement; over the weeks, you’ve become rather invested in this project.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?” He asked with a grin, “casting was finalized two weeks ago; we start rehearsals next Saturday.”

“That’s so exciting!” You enthused, before laughing, “anyone I’d recognize?” And it’s mostly a joke, but Joe gives pause, evaluating you before he pushes start on his washing machine.

“I don’t know,” he answers genuinely, before conceding, “I mean, apart from me -”

“Acting, writing, and directing; does that make you a triple threat?” You asked coyly, and he breaks out into grin.

“And producing,” he reminds, and you make an impressed noise, nodding.

“Quadruple threat, excuse me.”

“But honestly, I don’t know if you’d recognize them; do you know,” and he goes back to the topic at hand, frowning a little, “Aaron Tveit?” You’re a little speechless, before answering.

“Not personally,” you find yourself answering, which gets Joe to laugh, “shit, dude, from Broadway?” And Joe’s wearing a proud little smile when he nods in confirmation, “and the Les Mis movie?”

“The very same,” Joe agrees, and your mouth hangs agape, “I told you, this is a real movie, I’m not filming this in my backyard,” after a beat, he licks his lips and jumps to sit on the washing machine, “have you seriously never googled me?”

“Why would I?” You asked, and he huffs a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head again in that way that you don’t quite understand. “Should I?” You finally ask, and Joe shrugs, smiling bright and carefree. He’s even swinging his legs, ankles crossed.

“I’m not a murderer, if that’s what’s got you worried,” he muses with a surprisingly carefree grin, “I mean, I’m kind of glad that you haven’t, it means you actually like me for me, you know?”

“Of course I do,” you answer automatically, and Joe’s expression turns fond, “I really like you, dude,” you explain, “I’m kind of in awe of what you’re accomplishing.” And you mean it with your whole heart, “if you’d prefer I didn’t google you, I won’t; I don’t make a habit of googling my friends, I won’t start with you.” When you say this, something about him relaxes, and he hops off the washing machine.

“Wanna grab lunch?” He asks with a smile, which you mirror without hesitation, and agree.

They’re filming out of state, which Joe tells you the week before he leaves, and you hadn’t realised how much you would miss him until the first Sunday rolls around, and you’re sitting in the laundromat alone.

Your phone goes off with a notification at exactly eleven.

It’s a photo of Joe and Aaron Tveit in baseball jerseys, covered in dirt, grinning.

[HOLY SHIT] you send back, following it up with [IS THAT] and then you wait a moment before adding [QUADRUPLE THREAT JOE MAZZELLO??]

[christ 😳😅🥰] he sends back, and something about his restrained but still obviously flustered response has your heart skip a beat. [is it weird that i miss the laundromat?]

[yes 😂]

[and you of course i miss you too] he’s quick to follow it up with, and your own smile grows wider. You take a photo of the empty laundromat and draw in a terrible stick figure impression of him and send it back.

[miss u too haha] and you give pause before sending [hey if u ever wanna send other prod photos.......] [u don’t just have to send them on sunday]

[you haven’t signed an NDA 😂]

[joseph who am i gonna tell??]

[your other friends idk]

[my lips are ZIPPED 🤐] [photos for personal use only]

[personal use????? 😘😘]

[dont be GROSS]

[but i wanna be gross!!]

So now you’re flustered in the middle of the laundromat, completely at a loss as to how to respond to that.

[are u flirting with me joseph?] you send back, and you watch the three little typing dots as they hover for a very long time.

[only if you’re into it]

Oh.

[the FIRST WEEK YOU’RE AWAY FROM THE LAUNDROMAT AND YOU’RE PULLING THIS SHIT] [i AM into it but fuck 😳😅]

[I’VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR WEEKS]

Oh!

[OH]

[THE FIRST WEEK I’M AWAY FROM THE LAUNDROMAT AND YOU FINALLY PICK UP ON IT???]

[go direct ur baseball movie 🥰😅] you send, and tuck your phone away, feeling rather like a fool, but a pleased fool nonetheless, and you’re grinning for the rest of the day.

Photos are exchanged often after that, usually selfies, or photos of where either of you were, what you were doing, the flirting turning absolutely less subtle with each day that passes until you’re just complimenting each other, and mentioning occasionally how you miss the other.

When he sends a photo of himself posing against the fence of the dugout in a way that showed off his ass, you can’t help but make it your lock screen, though it’s quickly followed by a video and a text that reads [i was told i have to send you this too,,, for context].

“This feels undignified,” says a strangely familiar voice from off-screen, presumably filming, while Joe was trying to ask for opinions on how he should pose.

“This is undignified,” comes someone else’s response, and the camera swings around to reveal an amused Tyler Hoechlin, opening a water bottle, “this Y/N must be real cute.” In the background, a few others, vaguely recognizable, all in baseball uniforms, snicker.

“They are!” Joe answered defiantly, grinning, one leg up against the wire, looking over his shoulder, “are you filming me?” The camera flips around and you get a pretty glorious angle directly up Aaron Tveit’s nose.

“No -”

The video stops abruptly, and you’re all but wheezing with laughter, though all you send back is;

[so worth it] [ur ass *chef’s kiss*]

[THANK YOU] [you get it] [knew there was a reason i liked you so much]

The moment he gets back to New York, he asks you out to dinner. Of course you say yes.

For your third date, he offers to cook you dinner, and watch a movie, prefaced with a question that you’re surprised he still asks; have you really not googled me? And the honest answer you always give: no.

His apartment has a lot of movie posters, of movies you’ve heard of but never seen, or seen when you were very little.

“Big movie buff, obviously,” you note with a little smile, and he raises his eyebrows in amusement at your observation. Even moreso when you excitedly coo about how you haven’t seen Jurassic Park in so long when he suggests it.

“Your self restraint is godlike, babe,” he snickers, and you’re not quite sure what he means, you’re kind of just happy to be here.

He cooks dinner, and you both sit down in front of his alarmingly big TV, and you feel a warm rush of nostalgia at the opening. You’re eating quietly, watching with rapt attention, but you can feel Joe watching you expectantly.

“What’s up?” You ask, turning to him, confused, and his smile grows a little wider, and his gaze flicks to the screen for a moment, and then back to you.

“Just waiting for it to click.”

“For what to click?”

“Babe,” and he says it like he can’t quiet believe it, his gaze now focused on the screen where the kids, Tim and Lex, were being introduced, “that’s me.” And follow his gaze and holy shit. A lot of things start making a lot more sense.

He’s not sure what he’s expecting your reaction to be, but the way your face lights up, and the unbridled enthusiasm and compliments that pour out of you, was not it, but he’s definitely not complaining.

“Wait!” Your eyes sparkle as you look around his apartment, the movie posters he had everywhere now having a completely different meaning, “all these...?”

“Every single one,” he agrees, a little abashed, suddenly humble, and you grin when you finally look back at him.

“I didn’t think I could be more awed by you, but dude,” you enthused, “that’s cool as hell! You’re cool as hell!” But you take a deep breath, putting your plates onto the coffee table, sitting as close to him as you could, “but I would have thought the world on you even if you hadn’t done any of this,” and he tries to brush it off, but you’re adamant, “no, I mean it, I like you for you, Joe, not for what you’ve done, but... for who you are.”

“You’re gonna make me blush,” he shoots for serious, but misses entirely thanks to his pleased little smile.

“Good,” you tell him seriously, and kiss both of his pink cheeks before kissing him. Your dinner might get a little cold after that, but you can always reheat it.

You comfort him over the weeks it takes to edit him film, Undrafted, though he’ll never let you see too much of the final product; he wants you to see it in cinemas first.

It’s still kind of surreal to you that Joe Mazzello is both a movie star, and your boyfriend. He’s still friends with Laura Dern, and he also spends eight dollars a week at a laundromat to wash his clothes. Bizarre. But you kind of like how down-to-earth he is.

What’s more bizarre is when he invites you to the red carpet premiere of his movie.

“Me?” You squeaked, and he seemed a little confused at your hesitation, his hands on your shoulders.

“You,” he nodded slowly, not understanding why you’re suddenly nervous.

“For real?”

“Yeah, of course I want you there; you said so yourself, you’d be in the front row, right?” He smiled a little and you could feel your heart melt.

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do,” he tells you gently, “it’s one of the reasons I liked you in the first place.” He’s so earnest; you agree easily.

The red carpet is a whole other world, you find, dressed to the nines, styled by someone you don’t know, cameras flashing in your face -

“Is this Y/N?” Tyler Hoechlin is saying your name. What universe is this? Joe was blushing furiously with his arm around you as the cast made their way over.

“Finally, a face for a name,” and that’s Aaron Tveit; you have to remind yourself not to get star struck. Instead, you smile and offer your hand to them both, which they shake, smiling and greeting you warmly.

“Don’t embarrass me, you assholes,” Joe warned, though his tone was amused, and the others chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mister Director,” Aaron assured.

“You’re good at doing that on your own,” Tyler added, and Joe gave him the finger, but held you a little tighter.

“Did he send you the video of when he asked me to take that photo? You know the one,” Aaron asked, and you straightened your posture, grinning brightly.

“With an ass like his, I don’t know why you’d think it’s undignified,” you said loftily, and there was a beat as everyone took in what you said.

“I fucking love you,” Joe half laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.

“You’re good,” Tyler snorted, shaking his head with a grin, and Aaron was just straight-up laughing. The rest of the cast took to you easily, though most of the in-jokes among them went over your head, by Joe’s side, you never really felt left out.

The theater itself was cool and dark, but you could feel the whole cast and crew thrumming with excitement and nervous energy, and Joe gave your hand a squeeze where your fingers were interlaced.

It’s clear he’d poured his heart and soul into the movie, his fingerprints were all over every aspect of it, and you couldn’t quite believe you were watching it all finally completed; it had been almost a year since you’d first asked him about it, and now, here you were, hand in hand with him at the premiere.

As the credits rolled, as the crowd clapped, and you along with them, you found yourself speechless. Joe, quiet and surprisingly nervous, turns to you.

“What’d you think?” His voice is quiet, uncertain, and you all but tackle him across the armrest, kissing him until you’re both breathless.

“I’m so proud of you,” you gasp against his lips, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” his voice is gentle as he takes your face in his hands, but you shake your head.

“You could have, babe, you absolutely could have, you’ve got so much ambition and talent -”

“I didn’t want to do it without you,” he admits in a rush, and you freeze, eyes on his, “I mean it.” And you’re kissing him again, hoping he can feel the pride and love that’s flowing through you. There’s an afterparty to get to, drinks with the cast and crew, and a comfortable bed waiting after that, you know, but you can’t help but bask in this one moment together, just a little longer.

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borhap-au · 4 years

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

Joe Mazzello x black!reader. First date(s).

It wasn’t a first blind date you were going on – your friend had a tendency to set them up for you every once in a while. You were on a few of them, once or twice even had genuine fun. Those were mostly her friends from work, and she didn’t have an interesting job, or interesting people in the office. You needed something else than an intelligent geek. Even though they were handsome men. And one thing needs to be added – they were all Afro-American. Guys with similar skin tone were your comfort zone. By dating them you avoided people’s judgement and could live in peace. It’s not like those white boys were not your type, some of them were even more attractive than you wanted to admit, but you never took any steps to date any of them. It was just the safe option.

So the day finally came. Surprisingly, you knew absolutely nothing about the guy you were about to meet. Your friend usually gave you at least a few-sentence description of who you’re going to meet, like what college did they go to and how they are. But this time, nothing. As if she didn’t want to let you know him before you see him for yourself. You only weren’t so sure if it was because he was so dreamy you wouldn’t believe it, or just the contrary.

While you were dolling yourself up you thought how weird it is that you’re trying to look your best for someone you don’t know and frankly, you may not even like. You packed your purse – phone, wallet, tissues, lipstick and a pepper spray. You could never be too careful with those young men.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you asked for Joseph – this is about as much as you knew about him. The waiter told you that he will get to you right away, and you took the time to look around. You tried to spot an Afro-American man sitting alone by the table, but there was not a single one that would fit the usual description of the men your friend set you up with. They were either too old, too fat, or just generally not appealing. You were mad, because you knew that somewhere among those men there is the one your friend told you to meet, because apparently he was perfect for you. The waiter came and told you to go with him to the other side of the room. You walked behind him, and saw a very handsome young man, an Afro-American with a nice smile. Yet before you came any closer, a woman sat by his table. What was the meaning of this?

“Mr. Mazzello? This lady asked for you” you turned your head to look at the person the waiter was talking to. Oh- wow. The most perfect young man stood up and smiled to you. Took your hand and kissed it softly.

“I’m Joe” he smiled, and you immediately smiled back.

“Y/N” you answered and he moved your chair. Then came back to his sit. What a gentleman, you thought and smiled internally.

“Our mutual friend told me so much about you” he started.

“Oh, really? She told me nothing about you. Nothing but your name” you explained. He looked at you smiling a bit apologetically.

“I hope I didn’t disappoint you then.” Oh, no, no. On the contrary. You were hardly ever attracted to someone this much.

“If you’re talking about the looks, then no, you didn’t. But I would much rather get to know your personality before saying anything else” you smiled and he nodded, smiling as well.

“I’d like to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself. What are your interests?” he finally realized you should order something and took the menu.

“Or maybe you can tell me something about yourself. After all, you heard enough about me from our friend” you joked and he chuckled.

“I heard a lot, never said it was enough” charmer. “I like baseball. Cinema. Dancing. My mom has a dance studio, she teaches young girls” you looked at him with interest.

“Maybe she could teach me. Never enough practice” you suggested.

“I can teach you” he said, smiling.

“Oh, no. You’re too expensive for me” you joked and chuckled.

“For special customers I may do it for free” when the waiter came, you both already knew what you wanted. He asked for a bottle of wine, one of the most expensive ones.

“So what you’re saying is, I’m special? Without even getting to know me?”

“Some people have that aura about them. You’re one of those people. I may even say, yours glows brighter than anyone’s I’ve ever seen. There is just that something about you.”

“You sure know how to pay compliments, Mr. …?” you smiled apologetically.

“Mazzello. Or Mazzello, if some prefer” he pronounced his name the second time with a proper Italian accent.

“You’re Italian?” you asked surprised. The ginger hair suggested Ireland, but you didn’t want to be someone who judges people by their looks and stereotypes.

“I have double citizenship, yes. My family comes from there and I’ve been there a few times. But I don’t speak Italian, not as much as I’d wish to. Where’s your family from?” he asked, taking a sip of wine the waiter has just brought for you.

“Africa, obviously” you smiled and he closed his eyes as if stopping himself from doing a facepalm.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be rude. It was so ignorant of me” he sighed and you smiled to him and put your hand on his to comfort him.

“I’m just joking. My parents are from Maine. I came here because I needed the sun” you smiled at each other. You took your hand away and tried the wine. “Oh, it’s good.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“And what do you think?” you asked.

“It’s really good.” So was the food. You chatted, and laughed, then laughed some more. You felt so incredibly comfortable in his company. He was so funny and charming... And goofy at times. But overall he was making the impression of a guy who’s both, smart and fun. You never had a date you enjoyed this much.

He walked you home. Since he was better prepared for the weather, you got his jacket when you were cold. At your doorstep, he didn’t really want to say goodbye yet and it was visible. He finally kissed your cheek – that was the moment you got the courage to kiss his lips. You kiss was long and passionate, as you put your hands on his cheeks, while his hands were around you, bringing you close to him. When you finally managed to move away from each other just enough to see each other, you both smiled.

“I’d invite you inside… But I don’t sleep with people on first dates” you smiled slightly, and he pet your cheek.

“I don’t do that either. Can I come in nevertheless?” he surprised you, but you nodded.

“Of course” and opened the door for the both of you. Somehow you trusted him. And he never gave you a single reason not to. He was respectful the entire night and only turned out to be an even bigger gentleman. You watched a comedy, ate snacks, chuckled, not really paying attention to what was happening on the screen.

You even fell asleep with your head on his lap, but woke up after a short while. When you were asleep, he softly pet your head, trying to be quiet. When you woke up, you took a shower, then there was his turn. You gave him some big old t-shirt, and he slept in his boxers.

“I’d go to sleep on the couch” he suggested. You chuckled quietly.

“I think we’re adult enough to share a bed” and you did. You snuggled to him, and he put his arm around you, petting your back until you fell asleep. Actually, he was the first one to do so, and you smiled looking at his peaceful face. In the morning he woke up first. He started making a breakfast when you got to the kitchen, with messy hair and everything.

“What a nice view” he smiled widely greeting you and came to hug you. “How did you sleep?” he asked before you can deny being a nice view in the morning.

“Better than ever. And you?”

“Same. You have a very nice bed.”

“And you have good cooking skills. It smells delicious” you smiled sitting near him.

“Wait with your judgement ‘till you eat” he chuckled, but it was really good. After the breakfast, you both got ready and then you spent the entire day together. You had a walk in the park, went to movies, then to pizzeria, after all, he’s Italian. On a third date you took him to the California African American Museum. He listened with interest to every story you told him and tried to remember as much as he could. In the evening you held a quiz for him of the knowledge he gained that day.

After the fourth date, he asked you if you slept with guys you knew for over a week. You denied. After that, he didn’t asked again. He waited patiently. About a month later you were chilling on his couch and watching some incredibly boring movie, so naturally you found yourself something better to do. You had a steamy make out session, when your hand slowly went down his chest to his zipper. It didn’t take your hand long to land in his underwear.

You never had anyone eating you out so passionately before. He held your hand, petting it with his thumb, and his other hand was squeezed around your thigh, bringing you close to him. His tongue was doing unbelievable things around your clit and your labia, making the guy who invented Kamasutra looking incompetent. You held his hand and the pillow tightly, as you came three times, before he has even entered you.

He had a nice cock, and you were too embarrassed to mention you had never actually see a white cock before. But he was a good lover, and proved you wrong about anything you might’ve thought about white boys and their abilities.

At your birthday, he was literally the only white person there. It didn’t stop him from feeling relaxed and having a good time. He talked to everyone, and he was the perfect example of how the world should be – we should look at each other as people, not as representatives of different races, genders, sexualities. And most importantly, we should not judge people by those features. Joey knew that, and you were so incredibly proud when your sister called him “the coolest white boy” she knew. Most of your friends liked him too. He didn’t feel different at the party, because he didn’t look at skin complexion. He looked at the attitude, and you’ve always surrounded yourself with laid-back people with sense of humor. Just like your boyfriend was.

Also, out of all the presents you got, the one from him was the best. He got you a neckless with a little silver book, and if you opened it, it read “and they lived happy ever after.” The ring he proposed to you with a few years later had the same words written inside of it.

You friend was your bridesmaid at the wedding. After all, if it wasn’t for her idea for a little blind date with a boy you knew nothing about, you wouldn’t be marrying the love of your life. You owed her that. You both did. And your firstborn daughter had a similar neckless with a book to the one you had, but it read “chapter two.”

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queenscoolcat · 5 years

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A Girl On The Field - Pat Murray x Reader

Request: Would you be willing to do a little blurb maybe about Pat Murray (from Undrafted)?? I was watching the movie and thought maybe it could be about how you were a softball player and they put you on the team and pat falls for you :) thanks in advance but if you don’t want to it’s no problemo

Pairing: Pat Murray x Reader

Word count: 2k

A/N: I love this request so much, I used to play softball so if any terms are wrong or off I am sorry, but I haven't played in a while and all the terms I know are in Spanish. hope you like it.

The way Pat looked at you the moment you entered the dugout would get everyone to make fun of him, only if the others hadn’t the same look on their faces.

“Everyone! This is y/n and from now on she will be part of the team, please give her a warming welcome,” Ty introduced you while he had a hand on your shoulder “I know this isn’t the best moment to have a new player, but she is pretty good and since our catcher is still sick, y/n will help us with that.”

You smile at everyone trying your best to hide how nervous you felt, previously you were in a softball team, but since there weren’t many teams of all girls, the league was unfortunate cancelled, you were pretty bombed out about it since you love softball with all your heart, but when a friend of yours introduces you to Ty who was in need of a good catcher, it all seemed to fit.

Ty made sure to see you play only to figure you were extremely good, good enough to be drafted, which made Ty really excited to have you on the team.

Before you could sit down, Ty made sure to introduced you to everyone, and even though all of them seemed interested by you, your eyes couldn’t stop staring at the cute ginger guy whose name was stuck in your head, Pat.

You made sure to sit next to him as Ty went with the umpire and a few members of the other team to see who would bat first.

“So y/n… what’s your favourite position?” Pat asked only to blush like mad when he heard you laughing “no no no, I meant what position do you like… I mean play, fuck.”

You laugh a little more, feeling better when you noticed you weren’t the only nervous one, though you didn’t know if you were making him nervous or the game was, which made Pat even more interesting.

“I’m normally playing as a catcher,” you said smiling at him “what about your favourite position?”

You winked at Pat making sure he knew you were only joking, but before he could answer, you saw Ty walk back to the dugout with a big smile on his face.

“We are going first,” Ty announced while he grabbed his board where he seemed to have everything written, “y/n will be first to bat, then Maz…”

Ty couldn’t continue talking since the entire team’s attention seemed to be on you, they all had their mouths open clearly impress you would be the first to bat before Maz, you didn’t notice their started since you were tying your shoe, making sure to keep yourself calm so you could make a good job.

“She must be good,” you hear Maz mutter making you finally acknowledge everyone’s stares, you smile at them and wink at Maz.

“She is really good,” you said with a proud smile on your face.

Before anyone could say anything more, you stand up ready to go practice feeling all the guys staring at you.

“She really is,” Ty told them feeling quite happy he had you on his team.

No one else tried to question your abilities as they all keep watching you practice, you were putting your helmet on when you felt someone tap your shoulder, you turn around only to find Pat with a cute smile on his face.

“We have a tradition to eat ice cream with sprinkles on top, I brought you one,” Pat said extending his arms handing you the ice cream.

“Thank you so much, Pat, that is really nice of you,” you mutter taking the delicious dessert, you kissed his cheek before you started eating the ice cream only to hear everyone on the dugout whistling and screaming at you two.

“Shut the fuck up!” Pat turned around to yelled at them, making not only his friends laugh but you too.

When everyone seemed in position, you made your way to the base, you take a few deep breaths already feeling the adrenaline of the game.

“Hey Bob, it’s a girl, go easy on her,” one of the guys from the other team yelled at their pitcher making everyone laugh, you smile at the comments already ready to shut their mouths then you saw everyone on the field take a few steps forward.

“Your first mistake,” you whisper making your smile grow bigger.

You could hear all your teammates yell and cheer for you as you stare at the pitcher and the ball he had on his hands, the moment it left his hands, you didn’t move, noticing it wasn’t a good one.

“Ball!” The umpire yelled making your team cheer even louder.

"Second mistake," you mutter again feeling more confident as the time went by.

The pitchers smile seemed to still be there, making you want to erase it from there as quick as possible, and you did it, the moment you saw the ball coming, you hit it just in time to send it to the end of the field, it was a clear home run and before you could run to first base, you wink at the pitcher making his smile fall as you whispered "third mistake, you are out."

When you entered the dugout everyone cheered for you, Ty even embrace you in a tight hug and lift you up as he yelled how good you are.

“Take that mother fuckers, she is even better than all of your sorry asses together!” Pat yelled at the other team making you laugh of how passionate he seemed.

As the game continued, you keep making everyone notice how good you are, which lead to having a great advantage in the score of the game.

Pat was sure he was already falling in love with you, so when he was about to bat, he felt more nervous than ever, all he could say under his breath was that he couldn’t screw this up and made himself look stupid in front of you.

You scream at the top of your lungs encouragement to Pat, you couldn’t stop laughing when you saw how frustrated he was when the umpire call strike.

“You are in for a treat y/n,” Palacco joked when the umpired said Pat was out.

You turn to look at him with confusion only for his to point you to look at Pat, and Polanco wasn’t wrong, Pat was yelling like mad as he started hitting the ground with his bat.

When he entered the dugout, you sat next to him and kiss his cheek seeing how all of a sudden his anger went away.

“You did good, Pat,” you told him as you grabbed his hand and give it a light squeeze.

“Easy for you to say when you are that good,” Pat argued though his tone was all soft and calm.

Everyone was so confused at what they were seeing even Palacco rubbed his eyes thinking his hangover was making him see things.

“You are a great player, just stop being so hard on yourself, Pat,” you told him seeing how he was calm all over again.

“Thanks, y/n,” Pat whispered feeling like the words stop when he was staring into your eyes.

“You can make out at the end of the game, but now we have a game to win and it’s almost your turn, y/n” Baron joked placing a hand on your shoulder.

You felt your cheeks grow hot only to see that Pat was the same mess as you, before you went to bat again, you softly smile at him making sure you would make another home run so you could win the game and go celebrate.

“You got this y/n!” Maz yelled along with everyone else.

You grabbed your bat and gave the pitcher a cocky smile before getting into place, you saw the ball leave his hand but instead of going to the strike zone, you saw it was coming directly to you, you move quick enough making sure the ball would not hit you, but by doing that you fell on the ground.

“Are you okay?” The umpire asked before he yelled it was a ball, you nod making sure you would give that pitcher a hard time.

“You fucking lunatic! You were about to hit a girl! Are you fucking blind? Do you need me to call your fucking mother to bring you your goddamn glasses?” You hear Pat scream behind you, you smile to yourself as you stand up and clean your uniform.

“Time!” You hear Ty yell making you sigh in annoyance “are you okay, y/n?”

“Yeah, I am,” you told him making sure you never stop staring at the pitcher tying your best to make him know you weren’t afraid.

“They will pretty much try to make you walk to the base, so keep it cool,” Ty told you, his voice sounded still concern, and before you walk back in place you flash Ty a quick smile trying your best not to show your intentions.

The pitcher threw the ball again throwing it way down, making it a ball, you shake your head already ready for the next, only to be a ball again, you tighten your grip on the bat, and when the ball was coming at you again you hit it even though it wasn’t in the zone.

All your teammates ran to get to home as the other team tried his best to stop what you were doing, you saw how the catcher was ready to receive the ball so you dive in not wanting you to be an out.

Your feet were on the base when the catcher caught the ball, everyone holds their breaths as you waited for what the umpire was about to say.

“Safe!” He yelled making you jump up your feet and ran to your teammates that were as ready as you were to tackle you in a hug.

Pat was the first to great you and everyone join the both of you with cheers and praises, your smile was as big as it could be, and the happiness of being able to play again was taking you over as you buried yourself in Pat loving the feeling of being part o a team again.

While everyone was packing their stuff to go celebrate, Pat intercept you before you could get into your car.

“So I know that we are going to celebrate the win, but I was wondering if later on, you would grab a drink just the two of us?” Pat asked you, holding open the door of your car making sure you wouldn’t close it on him.

“I would love that, Pat,” you answered feeling even better than before.

“Good, Yeah, shit,” Pat ramble with a big grin on his face “Oh I almost forgot.”

Pat grabbed something that was in his back pocket and handed it to you, showing you it was the ball of the game.

“I thought you might like to keep it,” Pat mutter seeing how your soft hands grabbed the ball “it’s the one of your first win with us, and you were the best out there.”

You got out of your car not taking your eyes off the ball, you start giggling before you turn to look at Pat, he had such a sweet smile that never in a million year would you think he would act like a child on the field, and as a thank you, you move closer to him to kiss his lips in a sweet loving manner.

At first, Pat was surprised by your actions, but when he realized that you were kissing him, he started to do it as well.

“Thank you so much, Pat, really,” you whispered inches away from his lips.

“You have nothing to thank for,” Pat answered while his hands made their way to your hips to pull you closer for another kiss.

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siempre-pedro · 5 years

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The Moment He Knew

Pat Murray x Reader

Request: Pat realizing he's in love with the reader! Like that "ah ha!" Moment! Since I haven't seen that done yet💕 granted, no one could write it better than you because I love how you write Pat tbh

Summary: Pat realizes he loves you during a tense moment versus the Bulldogs.

Word Count: 788

A/N: Anon I love you so much! Thank youuuuuuuu

You were new to Pat, a different experience than he had with past girlfriends. You were a breath of fresh air messing up his same routine. His feelings were going stronger for you every time he saw you, you sat in the stands next to his father for every game, fueling his fire. Today was another game, but this one was the second time the D-Backs were facing the Bulldogs, and you had a front row seat.

The team's heads were in the game, only slightly fewer shenanigans than the last one. Pat’s favorite story to tell you was how they won that game last year. Pat, for the most part, keeping it together, you knew about his anger towards the game and was preparing to see some top of the line anger. But it didn’t come, the most that came out of him was a small argument with Vinnie. “Do you think he’ll be ok? They’re down a run,” you sigh as Pat walks up to the plate with a tight grip on his bat and a mostly stern look on his face.

He looks over to you and waves, you wish him luck and blow him a kiss. The man smiles and returns his attention the game, shifting his cleats in the dirt to get in position. The pitcher throws the first one, the ball barely made contact with the metal bat “Foul,” the ump calls. Pat’s muscles start to tense “Fucking come on,” he grunts.

“You can do it, Pat,” you call to him kindly. Your words meet his ears, making him feel at least a little calmer as he takes in a deep breath and draws his bat back. The second pitch was a hit, flying all the way to center field. Pat was yelling the whole time rounding first base and after he ran past second the cocky shortstop nonchalantly stuck his foot out making him trip. The man grunts and cradles his arm scrambling to get to third, Pat looks up and sees the ball make contact with the third baseman's glove. Anger bubbles inside of him, his cheeks matching the color of his jersey.

Before Pat could turn around to face the guy that tripped him a yell rang out from home plate, his head snaps around to see you with a bat in hand yelling at the guy “What the fuck was that? You punk ass motherfucker!” you yell, pointing the bat at the stunned player. Pat’s mouth drops as he watches you it was something he’d never seen! This is how you were different, you were the calmest person he’d ever met in the whole 8 months you’d been dating you’d never shown any signs of aggression…until right now.

“Who the fuck are you?” the guy huffs.

“Your worst fucking nightmare that’s fucking who!” you yell as he stops in front of him, staring him down. Pat could sense the murder in your eyes, he got up and ran up to you along with Ty and Dells.

“Y/N,” Dells says hesitantly, reaching to touch your shoulder. You shrug him off and clench the bat tighter.

“You tripped him.”

“I did not…go sit down.”

“We all saw it, I saw it…I will have you thrown out,” you seethe.

“Whatever,” the guy laughed and adjusted his blue hat.

You hold up the butt of the bat and hold it close to your face “I will shove this bat so far up for ass you will have splitters for the rest of your life,” you yell. Pat’s mouth was still hanging open, that’s when a new thought enters his mind.

“I love you,” he breathes with a dreamy smile.

You turn to him and smile “I love you too Murray. Now, get your ass off my field.”

“And who are you?”

“The ump…that’s my dad. Get the fuck off my field.”

After the game was over, the D-Backs pulling out another win you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend back to his car. “You really love me?” you ask while he threw his bag in the car. He shuts the door and leans against the metal.

“You are the woman of my dreams. I didn’t know you had that in you, babe,” he laughs. You lean into his embrace and let him kiss your forehead.

“I love you, Pat.”

“I love you more.”

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noroger · 5 years

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19 and 22 from the prompts with Pat Murray? Or one of the two, it’s actually fine 👌🏼

19. “i don’t care about them!, I want you”

22. “that’s it, i’m marrying you”

I hope this is okay for you :),, a little bit of angst.

Today at work had gone great, except from the fact you had to stay a couple more hours behind but they seemed to power on quickly.

You couldn’t wait to get him to see your beloved boyfriend of 2 years, you guys hadn’t had a moment together for months since he had been busy with his baseball and you busy with your up coming projects for work.

You had picked up some wine at the store before you headed home do you could celebrate Pat finishing his season of baseball.

You pulled up into your drive way humming along to an Elvis song that was on the radio and happily took your keys out your car.

What startled you was when a loud slamming noses was heard from your house direction which made you jump from your spot as you closed your car door

You weren’t expecting to see a brunette girl storming out your house with the most angry expression on her face ever as you heard her mutter curse words under her breath.

You stood there, mouth gape as you tried to figure out why an unknown woman had just stormed out of yours and Pats shared house.

You walked to your house and immediately shouted Pats name into house. You were met with silence so you looked around the whole bottom floor, not seeing him there you ran up the stairs and to your shared bedroom.

“What the hell Pat! Why did a girl just storm out of our house?” you exclaimed as you threw open the door.

When you looked at him he was without a shirt, and he looked like he just shit himself when he saw you standing at the bedroom door.

“Pat! Tell me right now!” you raised your voice a little.

You saw his hands start to shake and his breathing pick up.

“Well I um went to the bar with the boys to celebrate the end of the season and i got your text about working later and i was really bummed because we haven’t be able to spend much time together the past couple months so… i drank way more than and should have” he took a deep breath in as he hesitated to tell you the next part to the story.

He forced himself to continue as the look on your face was scaring him to death.

‘This girl started talking to me at the bar and I had too many drinks that I couldn’t think straight, but i swear i didn’t do it on purpose” his vision started to become cloudy with tears that threatened to fall.

“We talked, i bought her a drink, i asked her to come back with me-“

Which made you let of a sarcastic laugh of already connecting the dots before he had laid them all down to you. “You cheated on me!”

“No! n-no i swear i didn’t. No!” he rushed out as he quickly stood up from his position on the bed to stand in front of you.

“Pat you brought a girl back to have sex!, in our home!, in our bed!” you didn’t know how to feel, you felt both anger and heartbreak cocktail together.

“Please! Listen Y/N” he panicked as he realised how badly this conversation was going.

“Yes i brought her home but i kicked her out before any could happen, I promise!” he started to sob as he fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around your stomach. “I thought of you!”

You felt your own start to form as you tried to make sense of the situation. He was going to cheat, but he didn’t. You felt somewhat relief that he hadn’t but he still brought her back.

“Pat, i can’t be with someone who can even think of cheating on me” you breathed out which made him hold onto you tighter and burry his face in to your stomach.

“I need you! I can’t loose you!” his voice muffled into your stomach as he started to sob uncontrollably, he was way too sober now.

You opened your mouth to speak again but shut it as his voice rang out again

“Please!, i’ll do anything to prove that I need you!, i’ll do anything for your forgiveness!” he looked up at you with his saddened brown orbs.

You didn’t know what to even say, you were stuck on how to even process this whole situation. It didn’t feel real, what if you he hadn’t changed his mind and you walked in on them going at it.

“What made you change your mind? What made you kick her out?”

“I-i, your beautiful face. It flashed through my mind as soon as she said my name, it wasn’t as sweet as yours, she wasn’t you, she wasn’t the love of my life”

Every time you looked down at his lovingly face, it made you want to forgive him in an instance, you felt pathetic feeling like that because you didn’t want him to think that it was okay.

“That’s it, i’m marrying you” he spoke as got up and he started raking through his underwear drawer, you had never heard his tone of voice so serious before.

“What?” you rushed out with wide eyes, thinking that he was mad.

He pulled out a red velvet box and got down on one knee in front of you.

“Pat i don’t want you to marry me just because you almost cheated on me, i want you to marry me because you are absolutely 100% sure i’m yours”

“I got this for you the day we met, I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life” he said as he grabbed one of your hands in his.

“Pat, there’s always going to be times again when you go out with your friends, there’s still going to be girls there too” you shook your head.

“I don’t care about them!, I want you” he kissed your hand “I can’t loose you because of this. No way” he shook his head as his voice started to shake.

“please, i’m begging you!”

You both sat in silence as you thought about the past 2 years you had together. These past months had been hard on both of you guys, but it was also the only time yous had a really down hill moment in your relationship which made you think, could he handle it if it happened again?.

But then again he didn’t actually cheat on you, maybe you guys could still get passes this because for some reason your trust for Pat was still the same which made you speak out your answer.

“Okay” you whispered which you weren’t sure he had even heard it but he most certainly did and he felt his heart bang against his chest as he felt so much relief come over his tense body.

“I forgive you” you said as you reached up to place your hand on his cheek to which he immediately leaned into and closed his eyes, absorbing your touch.

He opened his eyes and launched forward to connect his lips to yours, the kiss was hard but held so many emotions in it. You missed his touch so much.

“I love you so much” he smiled into the kiss as he pulled back to wipe your remaining tears that fell.

“I love you too Pat, but i’m really about to go find those boys of yours and shove your baseball bat up each of there asses for letting you talk to another girl”

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