#fast pitch softball

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More Realizations From A Middle-Aged Pick-Up Softball Player

The softball field at Veterans’ Park in Culver City, where I played my most recent game… RECENT MUSINGS AS SOMEONE WHO’S MIDDLE-AGED PLAYING RECREATIONAL SOFTBALL FOR FOUR DECADES This is something I have done as a form of personal recreation for nearly forty years, Play recreational pick-up softball in various parks in Los Angeles’ Westside. It’s something that I have enjoyed doing since my…

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{some small changes to the OCs, will probably maybe write something later if I have time but our sketch show is coming up so we're trying to act like we know what we're doing.

Elia is gonna be moved to the Fire Tank Pirates under Bege because I love mafia shit and Elia's FC is from a mafia anime so there's that.

Cherise is going to get her own crew, the Cherry Pits, a baseball themed pirate crew and I'm not going to have chill on it because they do operate in baseball terms thank you Cherise is their pinch hitter.

Mercy might change too but I haven't decided where to put her or to have her as a free agent until she finds a crew she wants to be on. If anyone wants to adopt a Mercy lmk

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only just last night made the connection between it feeling cathartic to huck my clothes into the hamper as hard as i can for fun and the fact that i spent about a decade of my life as a second baseman/outfielder and a catcher who was regularly hurling softballs from home to second base as a warmup

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Thinking about highschool softball AU with Red and Chloe.. no one talk to me im going to ramble

Chloe would be a pitcher, one in both rec and on the Auradon team. She’s fast and precise and whenever she steps up to the mound she’s bound to get more outs than any other substitutes, opposing teams HATE HER.

Red is a catcher, arguably one of the most sly ones ever, her mother only let her join the team if she could play almost ruthlessly, and she certainly does. She throws signs to Chloe all the time, even if they don’t make sense, she loves to tease her pitcher.

They’re an inseparable duo, Chloe can’t pitch if Red isn’t catching and Red can’t catch if Chloe isn’t pitching. Everyone but them seems to know there’s something more romantic going on.

GOD I WNAT TO WRITE THIS NOW (can you tell I was a catcher? /j)

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Coach Bradford

Summary: Tim, your father, agrees to coach your softball team along with Lucy.

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, Tim being Tim, swearing, injury, blood, hospital

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Summer was officially here and that meant that travel softball was starting. You loved softball. You've loved it ever since you could remember. You had played it for most of your life starting from t-ball all the way up to fast pitch. You were the best player on the team. You could pitch, hit, catch, be infield and be outfield. You were just in elementary school ending 5th grade and already so good. Maybe it was because your dad, Tim Bradford, was a baseball lover and a hard ass when it came to practicing but he was only doing to help you. He would never push you too hard to the point of physical hurting yourself.

Playing softball took your mind off your mother not being there. She had left when you were young but you were old enough to understand what was going on. You threw yourself into softball which you just grown to love and it became one of your favorite hobbies.

You loved your team and your coach and coach assistants. You also loved that your dad, his girlfriend, Lucy Chen, and the rest of the group, John Nolan and Bailey Nune, Wesely Evers and Angela Lopez, Nyla Harper and James Murray, Celina Juarez, Aaron Thorson, and Wade Grey and Luna Grey, showed up to your games whenever possible.

Currently, your coach had to step away for a family emergency. The assistant coach was out sick, and the other coach was sick along with his wife, who was the assistant coach, but their kid was fine and staying with another friend. That meant a parent needed to step in. You being you volunteered your father and to say he was surprised but he would do it for you anyway.

You had just come to the station after practice still in your softball gear. You had been dropped off by your friend's parents. You walked into the station and greeted the front desk and they smiled and greeted back and let you go. As you were walking you ran into the first person you liked to play practical jokes on, Quigley Smitty. "Hello, Smitty." You said sweetly knowing it would unnerve him.

"Hello Mini Bradford." He said

"How are you?" You asked and he eyed you suspiciously.

"Fine." He said and you smiled.

"That's good. I'll see you around." You said and winked at him and walked off. He shivered you had played some pranks on him that made him scared of you. As you were walking further into the station you saw your dad. "Hey, Dad!" You said enthusiastically and he turned around and smiled.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was practice?" He asked

"It was good. Coach had to tend to a family emergency and the assistant coach is out sick along with his wife." You said and he nodded. He knew the coaches and knew they wouldn't miss anything unless absolutely necessary.

"So who is going to be coaching you?" He asked as Lucy came up along with Angela and Harper.

"Oh you are." You said just so casually.

"Wait what?" He asked surprised.

"Yea they needed someone and I volunteered you." You said and the three girls snickered.

"What?" He asked turning to them.

"Oh it's nothing really but I can't see you coaching." Lucy said trying not to laugh.

"Well get used to it because you're helping him." You said smirking and her laughing stopped.

"What? Seriously?" She asked and you nodded and now it was his turn to laugh. "You know what? I would love to teach your team with you." Lucy said and you smiled.

"Thank you." You said

"Sweetheart, you know I would love coach too. You just took me by surprise." He said and you nodded.

"I know but none of the other parents know what they're doing but I knew you did. So, I volunteered you." You said now feeling guilty for now talking it over with him but they needed a decision right then and there. "I'm sorry for not talking to you about it. They needed someone right then and there." You said and everyone's heart broke.

"It's ok really. Lucy and I would love to coach you. It's not a problem." Your dad said and Lucy nodded.

"He's right. We would love to do anything for you." Lucy said and you looked at the two of them.

"Really?" You asked and they nodded.

"Although Tim may be a hard ass he would do anything for you, Y/N." Angela said

"She's right. When is next practice?" He asked

"Tomorrow at 8 AM. We don't stop until 3 PM." You said and they nodded.

"Perfect. Now go into Grey's office and wait until the shift is over." Your dad said and you nodded and headed off that way.

"You coaching? I would love to see this." Harper said smirking.

"I love coaching. You'll see it her next game." He said and then walked off. Lucy stayed behind and was about to say something but Tim's voice sounded "Chen!" He yelled.

"Uh yup! I'm coming!" She yelled back and took off after him.

"This is going to be interesting." Angela said

"You know it." Harper said and they walked off together talking about their recent case.

---------------------------------------------------

The next morning bright and early you were at the field with your team and Lucy. Everyone was on the field and they gathered around your dad and Lucy. "So what do you all do first?" Lucy asked.

"We usually stretch and then some of us start with some passing. The rest usually go with batting along and then some pitching and catching." Millie, your friend and main catcher, said your dad and Lucy nodded.

"Alright, we'll start with that. How many goes where usually?" Lucy asked before he could even though he knew the answer.

"Usually we have three groups of three practicing. 3 passing, 3 batting, and 3 pitching and catching." Samantha said and again they nodded.

"Alright get to stretching. We're going to need a third person." Your dad said and everyone scattered.

"Ok." Lucy thought "What about Harper and Angela?" She asked and Tim laughed.

"Yeah, that's a no-go." Tim said

"Nolan?" She asked

"He would be too nice to say no. Give him a call." Tim said and Lucy nodded and headed off to call him as Tim started to instruct on exercises.

6 minutes later Nolan was rolling up to the field with his fiancée Bailey Nune. You loved them both and were so happy to have them here. Tim gave him the run down and practice was started. Tim had tried not to be a hard ass because that's how his father was but he was organized and your team was really good. He wasn't surprised and neither was Lucy, Nolan, or Bailey because they had seen your team play and man were you guys good. You were only 5th graders and already good your goal was to play throughout middle school and high school.

Now that there was an extra person to help real practice began. You, Millie, and Samantha went with Tim to start practicing passing. Three went with Lucy to start batting. The last three went with Bailey and Nolan to start pitching and catching. Once the amount of time your dad thought was needed for each was up the groups switched. Breaks were given in between if needed.

Practice went really well. Some parents showed up and some had to work so they got a ride with a friend. Tim was afraid that he was going to need to be a hard ass but it turned out that was not the case and he knew that deep down but he was still afraid. "Alright girls! Bring it in!" Your dad yelled and everyone came in. "For the last few minutes of practice we're gonna run some plays. I'll be batting and Y/N will be pitching. Then we'll be switching it up and I will be hitting the ball to certain parts of the field." He added and everyone nodded.

"Got it!" Everyone said and you all were heading to your positions. Lucy, Bailey, and Nolan all stood to the side and the drill started. You started to pitch and some of them he could hit and others he couldn't and he was proud of that. After a few minutes of that it was time for him to hit the ball to different positions.

"Outfield!" He yelled and hit the ball and it went to the outfield and Amy got it threw it into Millie and it was a hard and fast throw and Lucy was impressed. "Good work!" Your dad yelled out and you smiled. "Alright infield!" He yelled and hit it directly at you and you got it then you passed it to, Christine, first base and then she passed it to Jennifer, third base, and then she finally passed it to Elizabeth, second base. Then the ball was passed back to you. That drill was practiced a few more times and different ways and then practice was over. Everyone huddled in.

"Great work guys. I'm impressed." Lucy said and everyone smiled.

"Thank you." Everyone said

"Next game is when?" Nolan asked

"Friday. Noon. Here." You replied and he nodded. More information was given and then everyone was breaking for the end of practice. You couldn't wait for the next game. The team you were going up against was at the same level your team was and it made you nervous but you had faith in your team and knew everything was going to be great.

On the ride home your father had stopped at your favorite place to eat and got you lunch/supper and then you both were headed home. "You did great. Everyone did great." He said and you smiled.

"Thank you that means so much to me and us. We work hard and we love the game." You said as he pulled into the driveway.

"That's what makes the game fun. I know it is a way for you to cope from when your mom left and I'm sorry for that." He said as he killed the engine and you shook your head.

"It's not your fault she loved being undercover more than her family. You don't think she'll show up do you?" You asked

"Do you want her to?" He questioned

"Would it be bad if I said not really?" You asked and he shook his head and smiled at you sympathetically.

"No, Sweetheart. Not at all." He said and you nodded "Lets go and eat and then spend the evening together binge watching our favorite show together." He added and you nodded and hugged him.

"Thank you, Dad." You said and he smiled.

"Anytime, Sweetheart." He said and kissed you sweaty head. "On second thought maybe you should take a shower after you eat. You're gross." He said and you slightly hit him.

"Rude." You said and he laughed.

"I was just joking. Seriously though you need to take a shower before after we eat." He said and you chuckled.

"I know." You said and the both of you went inside and ate. You then took a shower and then spent the evening together watching your favorite show together.

---------------------------------------------------

Friday came around and it was game day and you were nervous and felt that something was going to go wrong. You didn't want to bring this up to your dad because he had a lot going on right now and you knew that he would overreact. So you put on a brave face and got ready to go to the field.

When you got to the field some of your teammates were already there. Once you got there the rest of the team arrived along with Lucy, Nolan, and Bailey. Your dad had you guys practice some. Once he thought you all had enough it was time to rest and get ready to play. As you were resting and talking with your teammates you saw Grey, Luna, Angela, Wesley, Harper, James, Celina, and Aaron show up and you smiled and waved when they saw you. Your dad, Lucy, Nolan, and Bailey saw them too and they walked over. Everyone greeted each other and chit chatted and then it was time for the two teams to take the field. First up to pitch was your team.

You pitched and struck most of them out and the ones that got a hit were caught or tagged out. That feeling of something going wrong was pushed to the back of your mind and you were focused on the game. There had been a few close calls but you either ducked in time or caught the ball. You caught the ball in some fancy ways and everyone was impressed.

You had just pitched the ball and the other team hit it. The ball came back at you and you got it backhanded and then threw it. There was a player on first and when you pitched the second pitch they started to run the ball came to you and you caught it high and spun around and threw it to Christine, everyone cheered and you smiled. The third pitch was contacted with the bat and once again came to you and it was low so you dived for it and caught it and while still on the ground you threw it to Christine making sure the batter was out. That was three outs and it was your team's turn to bat. Your dad had been supportive and loving all the plays that were happening. As you headed to the dugout to change out gear and grab your bat. "Damn Tim you got yourself a real star there." Wesley said and that made him smile.

"I sure do." He replied

"I have to admit that you're really good at coaching." Harper said admitting defeat.

"He is amazing. I think he should keep coaching when he can." Lucy said and your dad laughed.

"This is a one time deal. I would rather be on the other side of the fence." He said

"Oh come on. You have to admit this is a little fun." Nolan said as he tended to the team with water bottles and words of encouragement.

"It is really fun." Bailey said

"Yes it is fun but I know that I'll just push it to far one time. I don't feel like ruining that relationship with Y/N/N.

"That's understandable." Grey said and Luna nodded and hugged his side.

"I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen." Celina said

"Everything is going to be fine." Aaron said but she was still apprehensive about it.

"I'm sure they wouldn't put these kids in danger. Right, Tim?" Angela asked

"That's right their priority and safety comes first but accidents do happen." He replied

"They're doing great." James said and your dad smiled.

"That they are." He said and then it was time to get back to the game. The other team may be good but your team was better. Each pitch was hit and runners were on base. Before you knew it the game was 4-0 with your team leading. It was your time to bat and you were nervous but you had to do this for your team. You took a few practice swings and could hear the parents and the others cheering you on. The ball was pitched and you swung, your bat made contact with the ball and it was out of the park giving you a homerun and sending the player on base home. The score was now 6-0 with your team leading.

Finally it was your turn to pitch again and the game was coming to a close. You threw a few warm-up pitches and then it was game on. The first few pitches were good and nothing had happened but that feeling something bad was going to happen came back. You threw the pitch and the other player hit the ball and it was a line drive to you and you tried to catch it but it hit you in the face and took you down. The crowd made a noise of hurt. You were grabbed the ball and threw it to Christine even though you were in pain. Then you were collapsing in pain and was close to blacking out and as your dad arrived with the others and the other coaches you were out cold and not moving. Bailey jumped into action. "Y/N can you hear me?" She asked but got no response.

"Y/N. Sweetheart." Your dad said but again no response.

"Call 911." Lucy said looking up at anyone.

"Already on it." Grey said as he had his phone to his ear. He walked slightly away and in a few seconds came back. "They'll be here in 2 minutes." He said.

"She's breathing and has a strong pulse." Bailey said but you still hadn't woken up and that sacred your dad. There was blood running down your face. "It looked like she got hit in the temple." She said and everyone nodded and agreed. "She was conscious enough to throw the ball so that is good." She said.

"I think she hit her head going down too. It would explain the blood." Angela said. The others had gone out to get direct the paramedics to you and they had just rolled in and onto the field. They assed you and Bailey gave them the run down and then they were loading you onto the gurney and taking you off the field and into the ambulance. The umpires called the game and your team ended up winning. Now it was a trip to the hospital. Tim rode with you while everyone stayed back to wrap things up and then they would be meeting you at the hospital.

---------------------------------------------------

They had taken you back fairly quickly leaving your dad in the waiting room. About 10 minutes later the others were joining him. "Any news?" Harper asked and your dad shook his head.

"No they took her back to run some tests but she hasn't woken up." He said

"Oh man. This sucks." Aaron said and everyone nodded.

"She's going to be ok." Grey said

"I agree. Have you seen who her dad is?" Lucy asked smiling and everyone chuckled.

"Thanks guys." He said

"Anytime." Angela said and just about that time your doctor came out.

"Bradford?" He asked and your dad was standing up and fast.

"That's me. I'm her father." He said and the doctor nodded.

"I'm Dr. Tango. You have one strong little girl. She's awake and just has a concussion. It seems like she passed out because that is how her body was dealing with the stress. I want to keep her overnight and check in on her in the morning. She's awake now and she can sleep but she'll need to be woken up every few hours and asked questions and monitored for any signs of change in how she looks or acts." Dr. Tango said and he nodded.

"Can we see her now?" Your dad asked and Dr. Tango nodded.

"I'll have a nurse lead you to her room." He said and he did just that. When they reached you, you looked so out of it but when you saw your dad you lit up.

"Daddy?" You asked and he smiled with tears in his eyes and he walked over to you.

"Hey, Sweetheart you scared us." He said

"I'm sorry." You said and he shook his head.

"Nothing to be sorry for. It wasn't your fault. Accidents happen." He said

"I knew something bad was going to happen but didn't want to tell you." You said and he smiled and shook his head "What?" You asked.

"Celina had a feeling something was going to happen to." He said and you looked over at her.

"I knew I liked her." You said smiling and everyone chuckled and she came over and hugged you. "Thank you everyone." You added as she pulled away.

"For what?" Bailey asked

"For being there at the game and helping me." You said

"We would've done it even if you weren't playing. You're our everything." Angela said and you smiled.

The rest of the day/night in the hospital was filled with games, food, chit chat, sleep and yes being woken up every few hours and asked the most simplest questions it was annoying but you knew it was necessary. When it was time for everyone to go home it was just you and your dad. You yawned and he smiled. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when I need to." He said and you nodded and laid down. As you were drifting off to sleep your mind drifted at the love and support you had and that made you feel good inside and smile.

"Dad?" You asked and he looked up from his phone.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He asked

"I love you." You said and he smiled and leaned up and kissed you forehead.

"I love you too." He said as you closed your eyes and leaned into him. Yeah you had a pretty good support system and you weren't letting them go any time soon. No matter what the world threw at you.

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Get To Know Me Tag

thanks for tagging me @telomeke and @dylogpenchester

Do you make your bed?

Yes, so my ass doesn't hop back into it!

What’s your favorite number?

3-6-9, and I blame Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz for that. "TO THE WINDOWS, TO THE WALLS!"

What is your job?

English teacher/instructor/professor, so I beat my ancestors' oppressors at their own game!

If you could go back to school, would you?

Lifelong learner, so I've never left school. Collecting these diplomas like Mariah Carey collects number one singles (with ease and unbothered).

Can you parallel park?

Yes. One-handed. While the other hand holds my cell phone, my tea, and the snack I'm munching on.

A job you had that would surprise people?

As a long-time vegetarian, it would surprise people that my first job was selling meat. Had no idea what any of it tasted like, but I could sell it and make gross men feel uncomfortable while doing it.

Do you think aliens are real?

I went to the UFO Festival during the 75th anniversary of the Roswell incident. What do you think?

Can you drive a manual car?

Do I know how to operate a stick? Only because I like saying it that way.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

I do not feel guilty about my pleasure.

Tattoos?

Heavens no! I'm afraid of needles. My ears aren't even pierced. But I love to admire them.

Favorite color?

YELLOW!

Favorite type of music?

I love all types of music (pop, country, electronic, rap, reggaeton, norteño, y todo), but I'm hella mad at how brief songs are today because I need four more minutes of GloRilla and Megan Thee Stallion saying "I don't wanna be saved, don't save me [. . .] You ain't my daddy. I'm not your baby"

Do you like puzzles?

Like trying to figure out where some people get the fucking audacity? Or who the fuck they think they're talking to? Yes. My favorite kinds of puzzles.

Any phobias?

It used to be the dark, but I embraced the darkness (aka I went to therapy)

Favorite childhood sport?

Playing? Softball (fast-pitched, not so much). Watching? Soccer.

Do you talk to yourself?

Who else would I talk to? God? Los santos? My ancestors? They don't need this smoke.

What movies do you adore?

Clueless, Pan's Labyrinth, Stardust, Esteros, A Walk in the Clouds, Wildhood, Another Gay Movie, The Best Man for this scene alone

Coffee or tea?

Tea. Coffee is burnt beans and taste like the ashes of Mother Nature. I wrote what I wrote.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Ms. Frizzle because her outfits were on theme, she understood the assignment, and she was never caught slacking. She is unmarried, has a Ph.D, an Ed.D, works in education teaching S.T.E.M., and has a pet lizard. I don't just want to be her; I want to be with her.

[trashbag-baby666]

Time, Precious Time-Clegan

Summary: Johns having a hard time coming to terms that his oldest is growing up. (A teaser for my new au)!!! Likes and reblogs highly appreciated!!!

WC: 985

C/W: tooth rotting fluff!

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Gale shielded his eyes from the hot, June sun. A small smile creeping onto his cheeks seeing the sight of John carrying Flynn on his hip. John, still in his blue firehouse shirt and matching blue pants. His small badge glimmering in the sun, Flynn still in her T-Ball uniform.

It had been a divide and conquer day for the Clevens, they hated when both the girls had games on the same day with overlapping times. Gale took Cordelia to her softball game and John took Flynn to her t-ball game.

“Hi daddy!” Flynn waved practically jumping out of John’s grasp.

“Hey Peanut.” Gale smiled, holding his arms out for the mini John Egan running up the bleachers.

“Uncle Kenny too!?” The seven year old buzzed at the site of the man with the dirty blonde curls.

“How was your game?” Ken asked, Flynn taking a seat next to him.

“What’s the score?” John kissed Gales cheek sitting down next to him.

“Four to five. Neck and neck. Oh just in time.” Gale watched Cordelia come out of the dugout, her bat in hand and her long blonde braid hanging out the back of the helmet.

“You got this Delia! Give ‘em a good dinger!” John cheered, sitting forward resting his elbows on his knees. Gale smirked seeing a glance of Cordelia shooting John a glare. She was 13 and was no longer impressed by John's devotion to the sport.

“She got that look from you,” John knocked his knee into Gales. Even if she was adopted you couldn’t deny she had the Cleven look to her.

“Me?”

“Yeah, everytime the games on when you get home.” John stifled a laugh, “She’s nervous.”

“I know, she was pacing in the dugout last inning.”

“Strike one!” The umpire called as the ball came in fast and Cordelia swung at it, missing.

“Shake it off, Delia! You got this, go down swingin’ if you gotta!” John took his backseat coaching very seriously, which never failed to turn some eyes from other parents. “She’s got that Egan in her, won’t go down without a fight.”

Gale knew that, he knew how hard both of their kids worked for something they wanted. Cordelia had been spending her evenings in the backyard either hitting softballs off a tee or letting Curt or John pitch them to her.

“She tipped a ball to second last time she batted, but they got her at first.”

“Dang, I know she's got this, I can feel it.” John nearly jumped out of his skin as the ding of the bat sounded and Cordelia sent the ball flying into the outfield taking off for first base.

“There ya go! That’s my girl!” John jumped up cheering as Cordelia slid into third and the umpire called safe. Curt high fived her, he always coached third base.

“She's got your swing.” Gale massaged his shoulder, the five o’clock sun kissing John's face. His sun freckles were starting to become more prominent across the bridge of his nose.

“She actually came to me asking for advice on her swing!”

“I saw you guys working on it again last night. Oh and she's got your speed,” Gale pointed as the next girl hit the ball and Cordelia took off for home plate.

“Ayyyy!” John jumped up as she ran across home plate and the other girl got to first, “Five to five!”

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Gale yawned as he checked his watch, “It’s almost bedtime, Peanut. Why don’t you go upstairs and start getting ready for bed.”

“Okay, don’t be late for story time.” Flynn got up from where she had been snuggled into Gale.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’ll meet you upstairs. I'm gonna let the dogs out.” John kissed Gale's cheek, “Come on guys.” John got up with the big Great Dane and the little chihuahua following after him.

John let the dogs out and went into the kitchen grabbing a cup from the cupboard, “Hey, kiddo.” John hummed, glancing over at Cordelia as she came in.

“Can we talk after you guys read to Flynn?”

“Yeah, me and you or dad too?”

“Just us.”

“Okay, good job today, by the way.”

“Thanks, papa.”

John had tucked in Flynn and Chili and Scooby had gone off to bed with Gale. John came down the hall and knocked on Cordelia’s cracked open door.

“Come in,”

“Do you still wanna talk?”

“Yeah.”

John grabbed her desk chair and brought it over to the bed. Their cat, Moose jumped onto his lap the moment he was sat. “What’s up?”

“Well first I just wanted to say thank you for practicing with me. I’m still a little giddy over that hit. But I actually wanted to ask if we could talk about your uh…uhm comments at the game…?” Cordelia took her hair out of the clip and ran a hand through it nervously.

“Oh, do you want me to stop?” John felt his heart fall but he understood the whole being 13 and thinking your parents are lame thing.

“Yeah, I love you but it’s a little embarrassing sometimes. I asked Curt if he could talk to you but he said it would be better if I did it.”

John let out a sigh, “Uncle Curt is smarter than I remember.”

Cordelia let out a small chuckle, “No hard feelings Papa?”

“No hard feelings, love you kiddo.”

“Love you too.”

“She’s growing up too fast,” John shook his head, shutting the door behind him, “She asked me to keep my cheering more casual.”

“It’s okay we have a few more years with Flynn before she thinks we’re lame.” Gale peaked over his glasses to look at John.

“Flynn’s not allowed to grow up. I already told her that.” John flopped down on the bed next to Gale.

“I think we should stay at this age forever then too.”

“We’re gonna be vampires?”

“Totally.”

[savvylittlecoxswain]

Definitely would love to hear about "fuck it we ball"!!

Ok so this is a hypothetical baseball AU, Bobby focused of course because that’s what I do. My qualifications for reasoning and source of my information: I played softball for a very very long time and have watched baseball for even longer even if it isn’t my favorite sport.

What positions would each boy play? A lot of them are up in the air, but these are the vibes they’re giving:

Bobby - Catcher

Kind of the man in charge on the field, they see everything that’s going on

He’s facing the opposite way of everyone else on the field like he does in the boat

Calls time outs on the field to huddle in the pitchers mound when things aren’t going good, gives pep talks and all that

Don - Pitcher/Second(?)

Pitcher because he’s stroke

Second basemen are either the quiet kid or the obnoxious kid who thinks they’re the shit like come on man you’re at 2nd, you’re arguably one of the worst players in the infield (I can say that because that was me until I switched to outfield the loml)

Joe - Third Base

Third base is a wild place to be, you gotta react on your instincts a lot and you gotta react fast. Theres all kinds of situations a third baseman can be in

One of the hardest working players on the field. They can really make or break your infield

The ball is literally drilled at you sometimes so you have to be tough and Joe is definitely tough

Shorty - Shortstop

Usually one of the best players on the team

Can be pretty hot headed

Shortstops are very confident in themselves and can have a bit of an ego

Stub - First Base

Big guys who don’t move very fast play first. I’m not saying Stub isn’t fast, but he’s def a big guy.

First basemen are usually big power hitters tho like lots of poser behind their bats. He probably hits 4th or 5th in the line up, hits cleanup

Johnny - Center Field (or maybe short??)

I feel like he’s fast but he’s not giving that infield ego vibes to me, you know?

Totally the coach’s kid growing up, like he probably pitched and played shortstop. It’s not uncommon for players who played a position in high school to play outfield in college (I know several)

Gordy - Right Field

Idk it just kinda fits imo

Chuck - 2nd Base (?)/OF

Again he just kinda fits

He’s got that infield ego

Maybe a relief pitcher?

Roger - Left Field/Second(?)

Mostly think he’d play OF, but he’s giving lowkey second or third base vibes. So like maybe whenever a new pitcher goes in Roger takes their place on the infield and Coy goes to the outfield.

There is absolutely zero plot nailed down for this but I have details that I would include if I were to ever write it:

Backstory: Bobby is the one deciding what pitches the pitchers should throw aka calling pitches during games until he messes up and loses them a big game. Ulbrickson decides that’s the last straw and kicks him off the team. In actuality the pitcher didn’t throw the pitch Bobby called or missed his spot and blamed Bobby for it.

The story would be set sometime after Bobby is brought back as the catcher for reason XYZ, why isn’t important rn for this. But Ulbrickson has a stipulation that he’ll be calling pitches, not Bobby. Bobby agrees, but obviously goes off script sometimes.

I want Bobby signaling for a particular pitch as called by Ulbrickson, but uses another sign he made up that tells the pitchers “hey I didn’t come up with this.” And Don shakes off the pitch by shaking his head and Bobby smiles and signals the one that he thinks he should pitch.

I want Bobby in a backwards baseball cap (ofc)

I want Bobby getting into a collision at home plate, definitely a must because I love that hurt/comfort

[verslxt]

little things you do that drives them insane

y/n plays softball, and is a cheerleader

line up : aran!! suna!! osamu!! oikawa!!

ARAN OJIRO loves to watch you pitch. he thinks you look so cute when you pitch the softball. the way you bring your leg up and hit your plush thighs with the ball before you throw it. he also loves to watch you do tricks for cheer. the way you say a tiny little prayer and then kick that fucking stunt out the park. the way you do a back handspring in front of the student section at a basketball game. and then after your done you always go and give him a small kiss.

RINTARO SUNA goes feral when you smile at him when you see him at your softball games. its normally when your pitching. your smile lights him up. you try extra hard once you realize hes there. he also loves the way you try and be nice to all the other cheerleaders but give half of them the side eye when you dispise them. later he knows your going to rant about them when your done and then apologizes when you realize your venting to him

OSAMU MIYA loves to watch you slide into a plate. he loves the way you can run as fast as you can and then slide into 2nd or 3rd base and then dust some of the red dirt off of your thighs. and then once you get home you only have on your sliding shorts and your jersey, your hair all messy. and your head on his chest. you slowly falling asleep on his chest for a 6am cheer practice

TORU OIKAWA loves how you cheer louder when you see that he's serving. he also loves to watch you do cheer stunts when you and doing basketball cheer. he loves to see you do a backhand spring and land it perfectly. he also loves to watch you when your up to bat at softball games. he loves the way you throw the bat to the side and run off to 1st base

[sylkiddsey]

Prompt: “Hold Onto Me”

Set in the early/ middle of season 8

Sylvie’s going to kill Stella. She’s actually going to corner her behind the rotting benches on their side of the field and murder her.

She did this. She implanted this stupid idea about her and Matt; Matt freaking Casey who has to be the worst possible person to have somewhat feelings for.

Okay, maybe Olivia is the one to blame since she said the stupid six words that can’t stop ringing through her brain like a bell. Still, Stella didn’t disagree. She also didn’t slap Sylvie across the face for even considering wanting Matt. Instead, she smirked and now she won’t let it go.

Now, she begged Sylvie to join the CFD softball team who annually plays against CPD. It’s strictly a pissing contest whose only prize is winning and bragging rights. It’s something Severide created so he could kick Jay Halstead’s ass.

Her best friend, her evil intentioned best friend, encouraged her to join this year. She insisted it was because Sylvie played softball in high school. Her friend knows she has a good arm so of course she’d want her on the team.

Wrong, this decision; this torture, is all because of Matt Casey. Stella convinced her here, so she had no choice but to stare and pine for the man who brings a whole new definition to the word swoon.

He’s hot on any given day, that much is obvious. It’s just a fact because any girl who encounters him on a scene, sweaty, stern and sometimes dirty, gets star eyes. They look at him like some Greek god and Sylvie’s human.

Matt’s incredibly attractive but this scene, this look is ungodly. When she first saw him, she rubbed her eyes so hard she saw spots. She thought she was hallucinating but this man was real.

The second-hand cheap uniform that’s oversized on her fits him amazingly. His shirt is halfway unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up so all she can see is tan skin. Plus, his backwards baseball cap stirs something inside her that she didn’t even know existed.

Not to mention, his semi-competitive nature is a real turn on. All of it is entirely inappropriate considering he’s Gabby’s ex-husband. Matt’s her friend and she reasons with herself that any woman would admire this look. Hell, maybe Hailey and Kim are right there with her.

However, based on their starry looks for their respective partner’s, she doubts it. Unfortunately, she’s probably the only one foaming at the mouth. Well, she has seen the blonde female patrol cop making heart eyes at him.

There’s that at least.

God, she’s going to kill Stella after this. There’s no way she didn’t know what she was doing. She wanted her to have to see Matt like this. Just because she’s so happy with her own firefighter man does not give her the right.

Although Sylvie has murder on her mind, she’s also sadistically glad to play alongside him. She’s damn good and it’s thrilling to see his reaction. He even swatted her ass in congratulations after she ran into home base when Cruz advanced to first.

He’s never done that before, and she really can’t say she hated it. Although it was a little awkward when Hermann did the same thing. It’s endearing how into the game Hermann gets. She loves seeing his carefree self.

All and all, playing on the team is fun and they are definitely kicking PD’s ass. They are up by five runs in the bottom of the fifth inning. Jay and Atwater are good and Hailey’s surprisingly fast, but Adam and Kim can’t stop flirting to really do any good. Plus, the patrol cops Platt threatened so they’d join the team are clearly not into it. They rarely make contact with the ball or catch anything in the outfield.

Realistically, her team is in much better shape. Matt and Severide are athletes and Stella and Foster are so competitive it turns into skill. Cruz is one of the best third basemen and Gallo has hit more home runs than anybody. Even Ritter is quick on his feet.

She’s sure they are going to win which is probably why Severide gives in and lets her pitch another inning. His arm is sore, so he forfeits his pitcher status so that means she’s up again.

So far, she’s striked out most of PD aside from a few badly called balls. Trudy Platt makes a very biased umpire, but what can you do? Severide, aka the self-elected leader, pulled himself out while bases were loaded. Hailey had just reached first, pushing Atwater to second. Now, Jay is up to bat, and he looks determined.

His used helmet tips down and he adjusts, getting into a proper swinging stance. “Show us what you got Brett.”

What is it about men and trash talk?

She bends her knees and winds her arm. Ideally, it should pass through the strike zone without that bat making contact. She reels back and shoots forward, throwing the pale-yellow ball as hard as she can.

Jay swings, but misses, the softball landing in Cruz’s catcher mitt with a thwack. Platt declares her throw as a strike.

“Atta girl!” Stella hollers from the short-stop position. She smacks her hand into the glove and winks.

Okay, maybe Sylvie won’t kill her. She’s too encouraging for that.

Jay murmurs, scuffs his sneaker against the dirt and then repositions. He holds the bat behind his shoulder, and she winds up again, throwing the ball a little higher this time. Jay swings and misses, Platt declaring a second strike.

One more and he’s out and CFD bats again. She can easily do this.

“You got this, Brett.”

She looks over her shoulder. Matt’s playing first base because, duh, he’s just that good. He grins at her which causes a wave of nervousness to rush over. Before, she felt confident, but now with Matt’s very blue eyes tracking her every movement, she has butterflies.

God he looks so good. This Saturday evening hue does wonders for him.

Once Jay repositions again, she winds her arm back. She rotates her joint in a circle and releases the ball once it’s straight. It soars in the air harder than the previous ones and she watches Jay’s shinny blue bat make contact. Her eyes drift back onto Matt so she can watch him in action. She registers the harsh clinking noise and hears a simultaneous gasp amongst PD players inside the dugout.

She’s not sure what that is about until the ball comes flying back in her direction and beams her directly in the side of the head. Everything goes dark and before she can process anything, she tastes rich dirt on her lips.

There are a lot of voices all around her, but the throbbing inside her skull and eye socket makes it hard to process any of it. Jay can really hit the ball which should’ve been obvious. The man hits doors with battering rams for a living.

He has some power.

“Sylvie, can you hear me?”

Oh great. Matt, of course he’s here. Of course, the man she can’t get out of her damn head just witnessed her not so graceful face plant into the dirt.

This is humiliating.

His warm, rough hand grazes the back of her head. Despite not being able to open her eyes, she knows his face is right in front of hers. His voice sounds close, and she can also smell the faint scent of the cologne he probably put on before all this.

He grips her shoulder with his unoccupied hand. “Hey, I need you to open your eyes.”

The tone of his voice somehow lessens the pain, so she tries to blink. At first, everything is blurry. All she can see is redness and several sets of feet. After she lets her eyes adjust, she realizes she’s on her stomach. Her right eye is also swollen and throbbing.

“Hey, she’s coming to!”

Stella? Sylvie rolls herself onto her back covering her bad eye. Stella’s crouched next to her, shouting at Foster who is rooting around in the dugout. She’s probably looking for a first aid kit.

The game has apparently stopped. Everyone is crowded around her like she’s some zoo extraction. It is so embarrassing.

“Sylvie, hey? Are you alright?” Matt asks, allowing his hand to cup the side of her face. His worried features are blurry, but still tense.

“Geez, is she okay?”

Jay’s bent at the waist, hands on his knees by her feet. His expression is a mixture between worry and guilty.

Matt shoots him a tense glare, voice low and angry. She’s heard him talk like this on scenes with uncooperative people. “What do you think? You beamed her in the head.”

She’s sure poor Jay didn’t mean to do it. He just had a great hit and maybe if she wasn’t admiring Matt, she could’ve ducked.

Matt turns his attention on her again, narrowed eyes growing soft. His fingers brush some dirt off her face. “Hey, can you talk to me? Do you know where you are?”

Unfortunately, she does.

Her stomach churns at the reality of all this along with the pain. She feels herself grow pale.

“I’m going to be sick,” she murmurs, turning onto her right side by Stella. If she’s going to lose her sandwich Cindy packed for all of them, she’d rather Matt not witnesses that. She’s sure Stella won’t appreciate it, but this is also kind of her fault. She talked her into this.

When she’s on her side, the nausea dissipates. After she feels better, she rolls onto her back. Somehow, she ends up in Matt’s lap with his arm supporting her shoulders.

Emily runs over with the pitiful first aid kit someone left behind in the dugout. When she unpacks it, there is only a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a warm ice pack.

Sylvie feels something wet roll down her face. She touches the skin above her eye and realizes it must’ve split open from the ball's stitches. She’s bleeding.

“You need a hospital, partner,” Foster says. “You’ll probably need stitches and a CT.”

Yeah, she’d agree she has a concussion. A cop’s strength will do that to a person.

“I’m so sorry, Brett,” Jay apologizes.

She gives him a thumbs up and mumbles, “It’s fine.”

Matt looks down at her, gently caressing her head. “I’m going to take you to Med.”

“What about the game?” Severide asks.

Both Stella and Matt glare through his soul. Although, she’s not upset with him at all. She doesn’t expect they stop the game all because of this.

“She’s bleeding and concussed. I think you’ll survive forfeiting the game,” Matt retorts.

“No, keep playing,” she insists, wincing at how talking aggravates her injury. “Cindy or someone from the stands can take me.”

“No way,” he argues. “I got it.”

Oh god. This can’t get any worse. She loves how much he cares, but he’s killing her.

Stella must notice because she pipes up. “It’s okay, Casey. I can take her. You keep playing.”

Matt begins maneuvering her in his arms. She groans as he just barely jostles her. She’s seeing stars.

“No offense Kidd, but I don’t think you can carry her to the car,” he replies.

Carry? She can probably walk.

“Casey, I can walk,” she protests, but he doesn’t listen. He slides one arm under her back and legs.

“No, you can’t Sylvie,” he replies. “Hold onto me.”

She has no choice but to do what he asks. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he hoists her in his arms like she’s weightless. The movement makes her dizzy, so she rests her head on his broad shoulder.

Despite how embarrassing this is, she can’t say she’s miserable. This is surprisingly nice.

“Kidd, can you grab my keys from my bag and help me get her in the truck?” He requests.

“Sure.”

Sylvie ignores the commotion around her and focuses on how nice it feels to be in his arms.

:::

She winds up behind a curtain in Med’s ER with one of Matt’s old t-shirts against her bleeding eye as she waits. Unfortunately, the ER is overflowing with people who are in worse shape so she’s stuck waiting. It doesn’t matter that Matt already made an enemy out of one of the doctor’s she doesn’t know after he demanded she get some ice; she still has to wait.

The bleeding has slowed, but she’s definitely dizzy. Matt had of course carried her in despite the many many times she insisted she could walk. He never listened because he carried her until he gently sat her on the gurney.

Now, he’s standing next to her with one of her hands tight in his. He took off the hat at some point, so his hair is disheveled and messy. It’s not a bad change.

She really didn’t think he’d stick around, but they’ve been waiting almost an hour and he’s stayed by her side. She’s somewhat reclined back with her knees propped up and her left-hand holding pressure against her face.

He told her ten minutes ago that Stella texted that she and Emily were trying to visit, but with the ER so packed, the nursing staff wanted all unnecessary visitors out.

She understands and as much as she loves her friends, Matt is great company too.

She squeezes Matt’s fingers to lessen the pain because her eye is throbbing and swollen. He must notice the additional pressure because he turns his head and frowns.

“Hey, is it getting worse?” He asks.

“No, just throbs every now and then. I guess that is happens when you take a softball to the eye socket.”

So far, he’s been standing next to her, leaning on the railing every once and awhile after stretching his back. Now, he reaches for one of the plastic chairs with one hand and drags it next to her. He sits down, resting both elbows on the railing and moves his free hand to her head.

He sweeps some hair out of her eyes. “Yeah, Halstead hit you hard, Brett.”

She bites her lip to keep from laughing. “Yeah, I know Casey. I felt it.”

Matt chuckles, letting his hand rest on the top of her head. “I bet. You dropped to the ground instantly. I don’t think anyone had time to react.”

God, that’s so embarrassing.

She groans. “Just great. That’s not humiliating at all.”

“Oh, come on,” he replies. “There is nothing embarrassing about getting hurt. It was Halstead’s fault. Not yours.”

“He didn’t mean to hit me. It was a good hit,” she says. “I should’ve ducked or gotten out of the way. It’s not Jay’s fault.”

He leans back but keeps ahold of her hand. “I don’t care. You shouldn’t have gotten hit like that. You’re going to need stitches and you probably have a concussion.”

She ticks one finger in the air. “Definitely have a concussion. Paramedics know these things, but hey, at least I didn’t break anything.”

The second she makes the joke, she regrets it. Matt’s expression shifts and she berates herself for making light of the Arnow fire.

“I…I’m sorry,” she whispers, squeezing his hand. “I shouldn’t have…”

He shakes his head and shifts his gaze down. “No, no, you’re right. I guess it’s kind of hypocritical of me to be upset with Halstead for hurting you when I did the same.”

She’s so stupid. How could she bring this up? It’s not Matt’s fault. She’s never blamed him ever.

“Casey, you didn’t…” she chews on the inside of her lip. “It wasn’t your fault. I would never blame you for what happened.”

He meets her stare. “I called you in, Brett. I told you it was safe. That’s on me.”

She knows he holds so much guilt over that day, especially Otis’s death. It’s unnecessary because it wasn’t on him. It was the factory’s negligence that caused the blast.

“You thought it was,” she replies. “Everyone did. There was no way for you to know. I don’t blame you and you shouldn’t blame yourself.”

“Yeah,” he replies, but she can tell he doesn’t believe it. He probably never will.

She switches gears and lets her gaze settle on his hand, watching as his rough thumb grazes her pointer finger in soothing patterns. Originally, she thought this injury was a curse, but it’s kind of a blessing. It’s nice to see how much he cares.

He’s a great guy.

“You know,” she whispers, looking up at him. She wants this next confession to really sink in. “More than anyone in the world, I’d trust you with my life. I really would, Casey.”

The signature solemn Matt Casey looks changes. The corner of his mouth ticks up in a small grin. “I appreciate that.” He clears his throat, and she swears his cheeks turn a little red, but that might just be her impaired vision. “When Boden came over the radio and said someone was hurt…I was really hoping it wasn’t you. I mean, I didn’t want Foster or anybody else to be really hurt, but I don’t know.”

She holds her breath in anticipation. The confession startles her to her core. What does that even mean?”

“I guess what I’m saying is…worst case scenario for me was that it was you who was hurt…well, aside from the absolute worst…”

She gently interrupts him. They both know what he means. “Yeah, I know.” She decides to shift the tone. “I knew I’d grow on you eventually.”

Huh, maybe that wasn’t a good idea. She is concussed and the pain meds just now kicked in. She’ll blame her loose filter on that.

Matt chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I wouldn’t say you never did. I mean, I’ve liked you since the day I met you.”

Platonically, she reminds herself.

She purses her lips. “No, you definitely didn’t. We barely knew each other. I was just…”

Gabby’s best friend.

God, she’s the worst person ever. She shouldn’t be holding Matt’s hand right now. It’s wrong.

She tries to ease her hand away, but his grip never waivers.

Whatever. If he’s okay with it, so is she.

It’s all friendly anyway.

“Okay,” Matt concedes. “Maybe it took me a couple years to really appreciate you in all your glory, but I had a lot going on. Now, I don’t know…I guess it’s easy with you. I mean, talking and hopefully, building a friendship.”

His sentence trails off with a question. She can’t believe he would think for one second that she doesn’t consider him as a friend.

She does.

The pain meds are leaving her feeling fuzzy. She grins, readjusting the shirt that smells like Matt against her eye. “See? I knew you’d fall in love with me.”

Oh my god.

She lifts her head and the room spins, but she’s too immersed in her panic to clock her symptoms.

Did she really just…

To her surprise, Matt doesn’t look appalled by her stupid slip-up. He’s actually grinning in amusement.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean…pickles.” She shakes her head, averting her gaze onto the tiled ceiling. “Platonically of course. I meant platonically fall in love. I say the same thing to Severide which I obviously don’t want him in love with me. Not that he would. I mean, he’s madly in love with Stella which I want! I want my best friend so happy. I’m not…oh my god.”

She feels like a human car crash. Every move she makes causes more damage.

“Brett,” Matt laughs.

“Obviously you’ll never fall in love with me,” Sylvie says. It’s true. “Nor would I ever in a million years want you to, Casey.” Unfortunate lie.

He raises his eyebrows. Did she offend him?

“You’re not my type. You’re not unattractive obviously…I mean, I’m not saying I don’t think your…”

Now would be the best time for her blood vessels to pop if she does in fact have a brain bleed. It would shut her up, but also give her an excuse to hide behind after all that word vomit.

“Sylvie,” he interrupts, lightly patting her head. “You’re drugged up on pain pills. Probably best you stop talking.”

Yeah, definitely not a bad idea.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry. You can um…I can wait alone. I don’t want to put you out. You probably have things…”

“You better not be trying to push me away now,” he says. “I like being here for you, okay? And I like that you seem to like it too. Just let me.”

Gosh, he’s so earnest. It amazes her.

“I do like you here. I appreciate it,” she says. “I really do.”

She does.

Appreciate him.

[lillylvjy]

all the (lights down low)

notes; hello! Um, this took a bit to write and edit but - I hope you all enjoy! This is from @phxntomsdusk softball!wilma au! Go check it out! Love myself softball wilm-

warnings; TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF! Wilma and reader being so in love, Wilma being cocky, mentions of hurting each other jokingly!, kissing, dancing, country music…, and if I missed anything please tell me. Oh yeah, Wilma wears rings-

edited; slightly I skimmed

wc; 2.8k

who; softball!wilma x reader (gn! reader)

(I will he using this picture again in the future)

Today was pretty boring and gloomy. The sun wasn’t shining like it usually was, even though Wilma insisted the sun was right in front of her eyes shining so bright and beautiful, and rain coating everything in sight.

You were currently by your locker, getting ready to go to the last class you had before you got to leave. You were thinking about what you would do after you left, knowing that your mom already cancelled practice with the help of you begging her to because of the rain.

Sleeping, get coffee, annoy Wilma- that sounds fun!

You quickly got interrupted when someone shut your locker from behind you and kept the hand placed on the metal. From the look of the muscular hand and rings, you had a guess who it was.

“Turn around, I wanna see my pretty baby.” You could practically hear the smirk as she talked. Biting your bottom lip, you slowly turned around and leant against the locker, Wilma’s arm beside your head. Looking up at her, you quickly tried to hide your smile as she smiled down at you. Call it cheesy or gross, but you could never not blush and get flustered when she looked at you like you were the only person she’ll ever need. “Hey, don’t hide that smile from me! Look at me, please.”

You quickly lifted your head again and looked at her with a soft smile, bringing a hand up softly to rest of her cheek. “Hello my love.”

“Hi baby.” Wilma said with a soft voice as she rested her forehead on yours. “How’s your day so far?”

“Good, besides the rain. I wanted to do something today.”

“Well thank god I showed up because I have something you can do!” Wilma said as she kissed your cheek and wrapped her arm around your neck, walking you to your next class that you had together. You both thanked the universe at the end of the day for putting you in a lot of the same classes together.

“Hmm and what is that?” You looked up at her with a raised brow and a smile as she glanced down at you with a smirk.

“Since practice was cancelled, I was thinking that we could maybe….” Wilma stopped in front of the class and let you walk in first, finding the lab station you were both assigned at. “Go to the batting cage together? Throw me some pitches and I’ll do the same?”

You set your supplies down as you laughed at her question, nervousness lacy underneath the genuine words. “Like a date?”

Wilma looked at you with wide eyes, then quickly smiled and nodded. “Yeah, like a date.”

You shook your head at her, loving how she still got nervous around you. Yes you’ve only been dating for a little bit of time but, you found it cute. Showed she cared about you and how things went. You kissed her cheek as the bell rang and you both sat down.

As the teacher started talking about what you were going to be doing today in class you leant over to Wilma, voice low and head down. “I’ll get us food after if you drive.”

Wilma’s eyes quirked up to find yours as she smirked. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from laughing at the new found excitement in her eyes. Sitting up, you placed your hand in hers under the table as you listened in to the lab you were doing.

After the bell rang, Wilma walked you to your locker and helped you get your bag, and might you add as fast and messy as she could. Her excitement was showing very clearly and she looked like a golden retriever that was about to get the biggest toy it’s ever had in its life.

“Love c’mon! I wanna go as soon as we can before it gets busy! Wil plans on meeting us there with his partner after their last class. So before he annoys me, I wanna spend some time with you!” Wilma said as she shut your locker and grabbed your hand dragging you out of the school as freshman and other students past with tired yet hopeful looks for there last period to be over. Thank god you and Wilma didn’t have stay for an extra hour… you would’ve cried.

“I’m coming! Slow down!” You laughed as she held your backpack in her other hand while dragging you to her car. It was a little muddy from how much it had rained lately but, it added to the rustic look.

Throwing your backpack in the bed, the cover pulled over to ensure the it was dry, and opened your side of the car for you and bowed as she gestured for you to get in.

“Why thank you.” You said as you lifted her head and kissed her quickly as you got in, wanting to get out of the rain as fast as you could. Yes, it was a light drizzle but who knew what that could turn into at any moment. Not like you cared.

Wilma laughed as she shut the door and quickly ran to her side of the car, getting in and starting the old machinery up.

“My music or yours?”

“Or we could play the playlist we have together….” You told her as Wilma slowly nodded in embarrassment and quickly put the music on.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Damn right I do.” Wilma said as she quickly turned out into the road out of the parking lot, grabbing your hand in hers as the music softly rang throughout the car.

After the long car ride to the batting cages, filled with terrible singing, laughs and Wilma begging you to get food now but you convinced her to wait until after so her stomach wasn’t in pain. Wilma grabbed her softball bag from the bed, packed with two bats, one for her and the one she bought you for times like these. She also had clothes to change into, as well as some extra for you knowing this was a last minute thing for you.

Walking into the building, Wilma said hi to the worker as she asked what cages were open, and of course she chose the one that was farthest away. She always did, even if all of them were open. She liked being away from people so she could just be in her zone and spend time with you as private as she could get in this situation.

“Ok, wanna get changed? I know wearing jeans and doing all of this won’t be fun. I brought extra clothes you left over at mine so don’t look at me like that.” Wilma laughed at your expression as she threw clothes at you.

Catching them in your embrace, you quickly looked at them, then at her. “Thank you.” You said as you went up to her and kissed her cheek, before passing her to go to the restroom the place had.

Wilma stood in a trance, heat rushing to her cheeks as a bright smile took over her features, spinning around to follow close behind you.

Following through the door, you both went in your own respective stalls as you both talked.

“Please don’t kill my hand like you did last time!” You said as your voice was muffled as you put your shirt on.

“Cant promise anything darling. Sometimes I can’t handle how hard I throw!” Wilma said as she opened her stall door and went infront of the mirror, putting her shoes on and patiently waiting for you to be done.

“Fine, then I won’t try to avoid hitting you when I bat…” you said as you opened your stall door with a smile as you went next to the tall women in the mirror and made eye contact with her in the mirror.

“Please don’t! I don’t need a bruise on my thigh again nor do I need Wilbur interrogating me-“

“That was pretty funny though!”

“No it wasn’t! I had to tackle him to not tell mom and dad. Wasn’t my proudest moment…”

“Yeah yeah, cry about it- turn around so I can do this quickly, please?” You asked nicely as you smiled up at her, her annoyed expression resting on her face as she turned. You could tell she wanted to keep the act up but the small quirk of her lip going up when you smiled at her and the way she immediately relaxed into your hands once you started braiding told you more than enough. “Feels good?”

“Always, love when you play with my hair. I feel like a cat!”

“Well you are my cat so technically…” you said as Wilma smiled. You quickly finished both sides of the braid and kissed her forehead as she turned around. “Ready to kill me?”

“Oh shush you’ll be fine!”

Your laughter carried through the warehouse as you both walked back to the cage. Once you both got in, Wilma got her glove out as she handed you your bat and your own glove she insisted you needed, jokingly going through safety precautions before getting her speaker out and connecting her phone.

It became a joke for Wilma to go through tips and safety instructions before you went to bat, because the first time Wilma wasn’t beside you or behind you, helping your stance and making sure you don’t hurt yourself, the bottom of the bat ended up hitting your head and giving you a concussion. Let’s just say the hospital visit wasn’t the best way to tell your mom.

But you for sure have improved since then, and it showed.

Wilma had a routine: get in, get changed, get music on and go.

She usually had country on while she was practicing, gave her more motivation and just made her feel good about what she was doing. Almost like how softer music did when she painted or drew. It was interesting and neither of you could figure out why, but you both enjoyed it.

After the speaker made the connection noise and started playing a soft melody of a guitar, she stood up and went to the pitchers net, picking one of the balls up.

“Ok, give me one sec and… ready! Don’t go easy on me, miss. This is for you after all….” You said as you pointed your bat at her. She held her hands up in defense as she nodded at you.

The first pitch was light, you could tell. It didn’t have the speed and precision her pitches usually had, plus it was an easy hit. You looked at her with a raised brow as she picked another ball up. “Best you got? Or are you scared I might actually be able to hit them this time?”

“Ohhh okay, getting a bit cocky I see..” Wilma stood with a smile, tossing the ball up in the air in her right hand and caught it with her left. “Ok, fine. You asked for this!” She pointed at you as she got ready to pitch.

To say the pitch changed entirely from the first one was an understatement. You always forget how much power is behind her pitches. How she can even get that much power behind it? A question you ask yourself all the time. Yes she was fit, but not muscular, so it always surprised you at first. Still does but you’ve gotten used to it.

The ball left her hand with clean movements. Wrist snapping as the ball split the air in half in its wake. You didn’t have time to think or move before you heard the ball hit the cage behind you.

“Jesus-“

“Strike one, darling.”

“Oh shush, I got this next one!” You said as you got ready once again, your stance not perfect but it was good enough for now. Keeping your eye on her hand and the ball, she got ready to pitch.

Th pitch was just as hard and fast, but this time you were prepared. Your body loved as you swung your arms around, the bat following quickly with the movement. The sound of metal hitting the leather ball echoes through the building with the music. Wilma hid behind the pitchers net as the ball soared in the air, being stopped by the net that hung above you both, her smile wide as she looked at you.

“Now that was a home run!” You laughed as Wilma comes running at you. She wraps her arms around your waist and lifts you in the air. “That was so good! I’m so proud of you!”

“I literally hit a ball!” You exclaimed as she twirled you both around, excitement seeping out of her like a fountain.

“And? You hit one of my pitches! That’s incredible, barely anyone can-“

“Ok now, don’t get too cocky.”

“Am I wrong?” The taller girl asked you with a raised eyebrow in question. When she didn’t get a response from you and saw you bit your lip, she laughed. “Exactly! I’m proud of you, you hit the ball, let alone most likely got a home run if we were outside. That’s amazing!” Wilma said as she lifted you once again and ran around.

As much as it seemed childish, it was fun. It was one of the only times you two could actually be, teenagers. Forget you had responsibilities and just be with each other and act stupid. It was freeing. And it was with her which made everything better.

After she set you down, a new melody seeped into the area surrounding you as Wilma’s eyes widened.

Kind of love we make by Luke Combs.

“Dance with me, please?!” Wilma asked as she grabbed your hands in hers, a smile taking over her face as she slowly started to shimmy your arms with hers. Rolling your eyes fondly, you nodded as she squealed. Bringing you closer to her, she placed her arms around your waist as your fell around her neck, both of you falling into a rhythm and singing your hearts out.

Wilma placed her forehead on yours as the bridge came on and sang softly to you, as if the words were directed to you. And in a way they were, in her mind and yours. She did this with almost every song that had some sort of romantic connection behind it, and you kept each lyrical line she did it to in your phone.

Once the chorus started up again, she quickly pulled back and spun you around. Falling back into her arms, you softly laughed at her lovesick look on her face, it slowly making its way to your own. Wilma pulled you closer to her as she placed her forehead on yours and closed her eyes, letting the moment stay just for a little longer.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wilma gently placed her lips against yours in a soft kiss, no one here to interrupt or make fun of you both. Love and longing all in one as the kiss continued for a few more moments, both of you forgetting about the music and where you were. Only wanted to stay in each other space and be in your own world.

“Sup bitches- ok! We are not doing this while we’re here.” Wil cut himself off as he saw you both from the entrance, his partner behind him. They both slowly walked down to the cage next to you guys and settled there.

Rolling your eyes you let go of Wilma as you turned to look at the other sibling, Wilma groaning yet her hold on your waist constant.

“If we can’t do it, you can’t do it.”

“Wait we’re actually gonna listen to him?!” Wilma asked you as she looked at you from where her head was on your shoulder, tone surprised and confused.

“Oh no! I just wanted to fuck with him!”

“Oh fuck off!”

“You love us!”

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[riveramorylunar]

A Win For The Team

Pairings: Softball Coach Charlize Theron x Softball Player Reader

Warnings ⚠️: scratches, age difference, height difference, shouting & pure fluff

Pet Names/Nicknames: Dear, Sweetheart & Char

Word Count: 1,784

Baseball and softball season was starting soon which meant the teams had to start practicing. The Red Hawks were the worst team in both baseball and softball. Even though they had great couches the players were still awful. They lost every match and never got into the big leagues.

Y/N Y/L/N had played softball before she could even walk. People thought it was crazy and unbelievable but it was true. Since then her love for softball grew and she had joined all the softball teams her schools had up until after graduation when they moved from New Zealand to Kansas. Y/N had just turned 19 before her and her family moved. Her friends threw a huge goodbye/birthday party which she absolutely loved and had the best time.

"So Y/N are you going to join the softball team" Luca said as he looked at his younger sister. "I don't know I've heard that this is the worst team ever even if they have amazing coaches" Y/N said causing her brother to laugh. He was 6 years older than Y/N which made him 25 years old. "Maybe if you joined they'd get better" Luca said causing Y/N to think. "Alright I'll join" Y/N said causing her brother to smile.

Luca drove Y/N to the softball field and saw the team already practicing. Once they got out they heard someone shouting. "GUYS COME ON IF YOU GUYS WANT TO GET INTO THE LEAGUES YOU HAVE TO GET BETTER" they heard a woman shout. They looked over at the bleachers to see a woman with short blonde hair wearing a baseball uniform. She was wearing a red baseball hat as well. "She seems nice" Luca said as they walked over. "Excuse me Miss" Luca said causing the woman to look over. Y/N gasped at how beautiful the woman was. She had the most beautiful forest green eyes. "What can I help you with" the woman said as she stood up and put her hands in her pockets. Go was she tall Y/N thought. "Well my sister wants to join your team" Luca said causing the woman to raise her eyebrow. "Are any better than these girls" the woman said pointing to the girls who were practicing. "Definitely" Y/N said causing the woman to smirk before holding out her hand. "I'm Coach Theron let's see what you got" The Woman said and Y/N grabbed her hand. "Y/N Y/L/N what's your first name" Y/N said causing the woman to laugh before letting go of Y/N's hand. "You're bold and it's Charlize by the way but everyone calls me Coach Theron or Ms. Theron" she said and Y/N immediately smiled.

Y/N followed Charlize to the field and told everyone to take a break. All the girls rushed off and towards the bleachers. Y/N just chuckled quietly before taking her bat out. Unlike the other girls who had colorful baseball bats Y/N had a black metal one.

Y/N watched as Charlize walked to the pitcher base before rolling her shoulders out. Y/N did the same before gripping her baseball bat tightly. Y/N breathed in and out as she opened her eyes and nodded. Charlize nodded back before throwing the ball really fast. Y/N watched the ball before swinging the bat and hitting the ball perfectly causing it to go flying. "HELL YEAH THAT'S MY LITTLE SISTER" Luca shouted causing Y/N to blush slightly. She looked up to see Charlize walking up to her. "That was amazing I'd like to see you pitch" Charlize said and Y/N nodded. "Lilly come swing" Charlize shouted. Y/N watched as a girl with dark purple hair rushed over. I watched as she breathed in and out before opening her eyes and nodding. I smiled before lifting my leg up and throwing the ball almost as fast as Charlize did. The girl squealed before swinging the bat completely missing it. Charlize caught the ball before smiling. "Looks like we have a new member welcome to the team Y/N" Charlize said and I felt someone collided with my back. "That was amazing Y/N" Y/N heard her brother say causing her to smile. Charlize walked up to the both of them. "We have 3 months to practice until we face the Tasmanians" Charlize said and Y/N nodded. "Oh and Y/N maybe you can help the girls to get better" Charlize said and Y/N smiled. "I'll try my best Coach Theron" Y/N said causing Charlize to smile.

A month into practicing and the team was getting better which made Charlize proud. Charlize was sitting on the bench when Y/N joined her. "They're getting much better" Charlize said as she watched the team do throwing exercises. "All thanks to you" she said before looking over at Y/N. Y/N looked up at Charlize and smiled. After sitting quietly for a couple minutes Y/N looked back over. "Are you dating anyone" Y/N blurted out but immediately started talking again. "Not because I like you, I mean you're pretty hot and I don't know how you can be single, everyone should be falling for you" Y/N rambled on causing Charlize to laugh before leaning back. "No I'm not dating anyone. There were many times people have asked me out but I always said no" Charlize said before she looked at Y/N. "Why did you always say no" Y/N questioned causing Charlize to raise an eyebrow. "They didn't seem like the right person" Charlize said before winking at Y/N making her look away and blush slightly.

Another month had passed and Charlize & Y/N had gotten closer. "Come on Lilly you can do it just focus on the ball alright" Y/N shouted as she stood at the pitcher base. Y/N had been helping Lilly out since she was the only one that had a harder time. "Y/N I don't know if I can do it" Lilly shouted back and Y/N sighed before rubbing her face. "Just try at least" Y/N said and Lilly nodded her head before breathing in and out. Y/N smiled when Lilly nodded her head again before throwing the ball. Lilly closed her eyes and swung the bat. She hit the ball and it went flying. "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT" Y/N shouted as she rushed over and hugged Lilly picking her up off the ground. The others rushed over and hugged the shorter girl as well while some of them patted her head. Lilly hid her face in embarrassment at all the attention she was getting. "It looks like we're ready to beat the Tasmanians" they all heard Coach Theron say. "But coach we still got one more month" Rayla said and the other girls nodded. "That is true but you've all gotten pretty good" Charlize said causing all the girls to smile. "Oh and if we win I'll take you all out to the diner" Charlize said causing all the girls to scream.

The day for them to face the Tasmanians had arrived and Y/N was nervous. She sat down on the ground of her bedroom as she leaned against her bed. "Sis it's almost ti- oh are you alright what happened" Y/N heard Luca say and Y/N slowly stood up. "I'm fine just nervous is all" Y/N said and her brother smiled before walking over and pulling Y/N into a hug. "You're going to do amazing out there like you do every time" Luca said and Y/N hugged back. "Thank you brother" Y/N said as she pulled away. "No Problem sis" Luca said before patting Y/N's head.

"Alright everyone listen up we've been practicing every day for the last 2 and a half months so you better get out there and win do you hear me" Charlize shouted out. "YES COACH THERON" all the girls shouted back causing her to smile. Charlize put her hand out and all the girls put their hands on top of hers. "On Three. One Two Three" Charlize said. "Go Red Hawks" They all shouted before they rushed towards the field. "Hey Y/N wait up" Charlize said before grabbing Y/N's wrist and pulling her back. "Yes Coach Theron" Y/N said smiling softly. "If we win I'll give you an extra surprise" Charlize said making Y/N blush slightly before nodding her head. "I'll be sure to win then Coach" Y/N said causing Charlize to smirk. "Good now go out there and make me proud" she said before Y/N rushed off. She watched as Y/N rushed off before smiling.

It was the final inning and if Y/N hit a home run they would win. "COME ON Y/N YOU CAN DO IT" the girls along with her brother shouted out. Y/N looked over at Charlize and she put her thumbs up. Y/N looked back at the pitcher of the other team before breathing in and out. She opened her eyes and got ready. The pitcher smirked before throwing the ball really fast. Y/N smirked back before swinging the bat and hitting the ball making it go flying. She dropped her bat before sticking her tongue out at the pitcher before darting off. When she touched the home base she was immediately lifted up off the ground. "Good job sweetheart" she heard Charlize say as she hugged back. People were cheering like crazy. Charlize set her down before taking Y/N's hat off and kissing her.

The girls on the team screamed in excitement as Y/N's brother just stared in shock with his eyes widened and mouth open. "When the hell did this happen" Luca said after he snapped out of it. Before he could walk any farther the girls stopped him. "Leave them be they're having their moment" Kenzie said poking Luca's forehead causing him to frown. "But" Luca was cut off when all the girls glared at him. "No buts you are not ruining a perfectly good moment now shoo" Daisy said pushing him away. Luca huffed before walking away causing all the girls to smile. They looked back over to see Y/N's face buried into Charlize's chest. "So are you two dating now" Hannah said as they walked over. Y/N nodded her head against Charlize's chest causing the girls to giggle. "You guys are absolutely perfect for each other" Lilly said making the other girls nod in agreement.

"Alright alright that's enough, get in the van and we'll head to the diner I did promise you girls" Charlize said and the girls giggled before rushing off towards the blue van. Charlize pulled away and looked down at Y/N who was already looking up at her. Charlize leaned down before pecking Y/N's lips. "Let's go before they leave without us" Charlize said right before she was getting pulled towards the van. "Char your an amazing Coach we couldn't have done it without you" Y/N said causing Charlize to smile softly.

[onsomekindofstartrek]

It’s crazy how, to this day, the softball stadium at my alma mater is like a 1/4th scale replica of the baseball stadium. Not just the field, which is a ratio of 2/3rds (baseball is 90 feet base to base, softball is 60), but the stands are 75 percent smaller. There’s about a quarter of the amenities and a quarter the parking there.

Like… I really hate everything that that implies about our concepts of sport and gender and so on.

I could fix American baseball, I really could.

Make it mixed gender, make the field 75 feet base to base, legalize underhand pitching, and make rules saying, basically, you can’t field only men as batters. Honestly I would love to see a well meaning liberal governing body mandate some bizarre quotas of men, women and others. I think that would be less than useful, but hilarious nonetheless.

Suddenly there are way more kinds and speeds of pitch to worry about, there’s more variation in running speed that you have to account for both in fielding and in making out your batting order, and finally I think it would do some of the women’s fast pitch champions a world of good to “accidentally” hit a dude in the face with a hardball. They deserve it after the years of unequal pay, institutional sexism and being viewed as playing a child’s version of a different game.

[ellabsweet]

Hii, camz! I'm responding to your game! I wear clear square glasses with a clear frame. I also have a nostril piercing and a septum! I am about 5'6 "and 140 pounds. I have back length 4c hair with dark pink highlights to go with my lightskin, kinda caramel complexion. I also have brown doe eyes with long curly lashes and thick eyebrows. Big, plush full lips and a button nose. My body type is average, thick thighs and a round ass and hip dips with a small waist but not a completely flat stomach. A large chest with a beauty mark that sits on my collarbone. For a woman who is average height, I have long legs. I love to show off, I am someone who is insecure but also incredibly confident to hide the insecurity. I can be very sarcastic and bratty at times, which is mostly just my personality. I have absolutely no filter and will take shit from no one. I have the mouth of a sailor but a soft, high-pitched voice. love aggressively. When I have feelings for someone I'm usually mean to them, it's how I flirt. I'm a hopelessly romantic, and I lobe too much and fall hard and fast. I'm a gift giver, and I love birthdays. I've been a cheerleader, volleyball player, and a softball player. I have naturally long nails, but I love to get them done. My favorite color is pink, and I love stuffed animals. I think that'd about it!

anon🫧🤍

Abby Anderson always thought you hated her. Every interaction you’ve had has gotten her stoic attitude shaken out of her in a blushing confused manner, it replayed in her head like a hell circle of embarassment purgatory and each time ended in a promise she’d be wittier, smarter, funnier and dissolved the second your eyes met hers. She was the best player in your volleyball team with her tall and muscled structure alongside effortless charm nobody intimidated her, yet there you stood, a throw away from making her stumble and stutter. It took a conversation with friends for her to realize the physical things she described at your presence did seem a whole lot like butterflies in her stomach. The second you displayed an inch of interest in her it was as though you set ablaze a fire barely noticeable before that took form in constant teasing and flirting until she had you pressed against a wall made to beg for a kiss. It is heard the smirk is on her face to this day…

um camz what is this? refer to this post!

[phxntomsdusk]

Thinking about practicing with softball!wilma-

Her pitching is scary. The ball is fast and hard and frankly your afraid of it! So whenever you try batting with her pitching, you either don’t hit the ball from how fast it is or back away because of the sheer strength.

Now if your watching the pitches- oooo

As much as she wants to go easy on you, she knows it won’t help her (plus you told her not to) so she pitches it like she regularly does! Now to say it slightly hurt your hand was an understatement. It hurt, but you wouldn’t let her know that-

She finds out when your holding your hand to your chest and wincing at the pain whenever you moved it.

omg yes!!

she does feel bad for not going easy on you, but she can’t help it, she needs to practice!!

if she sees you got hurt she’s instantly gonna help too

kissing the injury >>

[respectthepetty]

15 Questions

Tagged by @italianpersonwithashippersheart and @pandasmagorica

1. are you named after anyone?

Yes. First name is after my cousin's imaginary friend because my parents were wild. Middle name is after the song I was conceived to because my parents were really wild.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Externally? I joke that I haven't cried since 2009, but I really think that is the last time I cried. Internally? Every single fucking day.

3. do you have kids?

Oh, Lord, no.

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

Basketball, volleyball (horrible at it), fast-pitch softball, but I love watching all live sports.

5. do you use sarcasm?

Strange story, but many educators have to get "empathy training" because we do not understand declarations of self-harm to be serious. We think they are sarcastic comments. I think as an aging millennial, sarcasm is all we have, so we do not recognize when someone else is being serious. So . . . yes, I use sarcasm.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Vibes. I travel alone, so if the vibe ain't right, I'm out.

7. what’s your eye color?

Very dark brown

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy Endings. Both kind. *wink*

9. any talents?

Navigation and directions. Stick me anywhere, and I will find my way to where I need to go. Metro, bus, interstate, walking. Doesn't matter. I will figure it out. Also driving. I can drive loooong distances and any vehicle is my friend, which is why I got a ticket on the autobahn because I was just vibin' in the Audi at 150 km.

10. where were you born?

Japan

11. what are your hobbies

Traveling, especially for live music. I've seen hundreds of artists individually and have been to almost fifty music festivals. Some of my favorites are Austin City Limits (Austin), Electric Daisy Carnival (Las Vegas), Lollapalooza (Chicago), Country Music Awards Fest (Nashville), Osheaga (Montreal), Ultra (Miami), Primavera (Barcelona), Mad Cool (Madrid), and Pa'l Norte (Monterrey, México). Some of my favorite venues are Meow Wolf (Santa Fe), Red Rocks (Denver), and Fenway Park (Boston), and I had a ticket to see a concert at the Palace of Versailles in France for May 2020, then everything went to hell in a hand basket. But strangely, I saw Bad Bunny, Big Freedia, and French DJ Gesaffelstein in 2020.

I could talk for hours about music, but I'll stop with this picture (not mine because none I took came out good) of Gesaffelstein who dresses like this for his shows with an all black background and all black equipment. Ah-maze-zing.

12. do you have any pets?

Oh, God, no. I'm a Disney villain. I don't mess with animals. Or plants.

13. how tall are you?

5'9" (This is a good country song too)

14. favorite subject in school?

Languages & Literature, which is why I teach English now.

15. dream job

What I'm doing now. Teaching. Except I would like to grade less than ~150 essays every month, but education is a mess right now, so y'all be nice to your professors.