#redacted asmr shaw pack

[stupd000]

Angel: you might wanna slow down…

Asher: it’s cool, I have a high metabolism.

Angel: those are edibles..?😟

Asher: I know that’s why I’m eating them🤨

Angel: they’re full of cannabis…

Asher: *spits*…..all of them?😰

Angel: how many did you just eat?!

Asher: …10?!😖….12??😟

Angel/David: oh..my god.

Angel: that amount with your body weight?!

Milo: you’re fine..!

Angel: it’s fine…!

Asher:THEN WHY ARE YOU MAKING THAT FACE?!

[tommytomatoe]

i always imagine sweetheart being like the nardwuar of the redacted universe. like, all the mates will be chilling then sweetheart just says some shit about one of them that no one else would know. for a very specific and random example, let's say all the mates were watching titanic;

babe: man, i love this movie.

sweetheart: we all know it’s not for the plot considering you had that leonardo dicaprio obsession when you were 13.

angel: we all actually didn’t know that…

angel: there’s no way me and davey would fit on that door.

sweetheart: well shifters do run warm so maybe they’d last longer in the water than regular humans.

babe: i’d fight an old lady for one of those lifeboats then put me and ash in it.

sweetheart: just like you fought an old lady inside target for the last box of hot fudge sundae pop-tarts last week?

babe: how the fuck did you-

angel: did you win?

babe: duh. but seriously what the fuck? were you there?

sweetheart: i’m everywhere :) 

babe: hated that…

angel: do me do me! i want a creepy stalker fact!

sweetheart: i know you left your first pet squiggles the hamster’s cage in the sun when you were young causing its untimely demise. 

babe: squiggles?

angel: i thought he wanted to sunbathe… :(

that being said, sweetheart would totally be the best gift giver cause they know every interest you’d ever had, past or present. they are basically omniscient and its either really cool or super unsettling. 

[brainrotcharacters]

redactedverse au sweetheart investigates the murder of Milo Greer and can't tell why he feels so familiar

[mr-laveau]

POC (Black) Queer Redacted Audio Culture is...

Knowing that those Shaw pack gatherings are definitely cookouts and David is cooking and serving at them, Asher is with Baaabe and the kids while SH and Milo are chatting with the aunties and uncles. You know they are making that cookout phenomenal.

David is in a pair of hoochie daddy shorts too, I know that's for sure.

[slightlystupidhun]

Niente

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A band AU I’m writing! Sorry if it’s bad! There is no magic in this universe, just music! @puffin-smoke did an amazing Redacted Band AU that you should check out too!

CW: Grooming, use of drugs,drug abuse, Kody, Blake, Quinn

Niente; To nothing; indicating a diminuendo which fades completely away…

Tanks Eyes lit up as they saw the message from Quinn. They were so enthralled to be in contact with him. They quickly thumbed open the message and silently read it to themself.

QUINN: Hey Precious, you didn't stick around the other night? Was it that you wanted to stand me up, or your brootish brother was hiding you away?

Tank smiled to themself and bit their lip. They slightly laughed at Quinns descriptor of David

TANK: We had to leave pretty quickly unfortunately… T-T

QUINN: Well, I have another gig tonight if you wanted to show… But if you don't, I'll just assume you hate me ;)

TANK: I don’t have band practice tonight so I could… but I don’t have a ride and I’d have to sneak out… seems like too much trouble…

QUINN: What are you afraid of a little trouble?

TANK: No…

QUINN: I’ll come pick you up… Text me your address and I’ll be there by 7:30 precious.

Tank smiled to themself as they sent him their address. This was their chance to get close to him, to get to know the singer they had been such a fan of since they were fifteen. They quickly got dressed and ready to go, taking a little more care than usual into what they looked like. Opening their window they scanned their room once more before crawling out. Lights beamed directly at them, flickering on and off twice, just as they told Quinn to do. They walked over to the all black Rolls Royce and quickly got in.

“Hello Precious.” Quinn smiled at them. “Have a fun time crawling through your window?”

“Oh, it was thrilling.” They spoke sarcastically as they fastened their seatbelt. Quinn drove off shortly after that.

“So, how long have you been playing?” Quinn asked as he peeked over at them through the corner of his eyes.

“I’ve only been playing electric guitar for about a year and a half… but I’ve been playing acoustic for about six years…” They spoke using their hands to add emphasis to their words.

“Ahh so you’re pretty fresh to the scene then? Want some advice?” Quinn smiles over at them.

They look at him for a moment, their eyes turning bright, THE Quinn Fox was offering them advice. “Sure.” they nodded trying to play it cool.

“If a devilishly handsome musician from a pretty famous band asks you to go somewhere, you say no. Unless of course that man is me.” He smiled at them cheekily. “Some men out there want the wrong things and use their fans. Not me though. I see your true talent…. You are truly remarkable, Tank.”

They felt their face flush as they nodded at his words. Their bright orbs staring into his oddly dark ones. “Okay…”

The concert went on as usual and Quinn performed with such charisma that anyone would fall for him. “Temptation eyes, Looking through my, my, my soul.” Quinn sung out and glanced over at Tank smirking at them, as if he was singing to them. After the show they waited backstage in his dressing room for him.

They looked around at the posters and costumes set up in the room. They heard the familiar turning of the door knob and sat up properly, waiting for the band to enter. Once they did, Quinn took the liberty of introducing everyone.

“Alright everyone this is Tanker from that group that opened for us a few days ago, DxW… And Tank This is Kody, our Drummer.” He said pointing over to Kody, a man with Tan skin and dark blue hair, his eyes were an icy blue and he looked at Tank with an off putting smile. “This is Blake, our Electric Guitarist.” He pointed at a rather plain looking man, he had brown hair and a piercing on his lip, however, his dark brown eyes sent a shiver down Tank's spine, their instincts telling them to run. “And this ray of sunshine is our bass guitarist Vega.” He looked over his shoulder at the man with magenta locks and hazel eyes. The man was sat up in the corner taking a long drag of his cigarette, already separating himself from the group. He didn't seem as scary as the others.

“Ever had a cig?” Quinn asked Tank as he sat down next to them on the couch and put his arm around them.

“No… I don’t smoke really…” Uncertainty rang out in their tone as Quinn handed them the lit cigarette.

“Well we can't have that now can we? How about you give it a go?” He nudged them on the shoulder as they took the cigarette. “It's easy…just suck and blow.” He spoke in a flirty tone as he leaned closer to them, “You can do that can’t you?” His lips ghosted across their ear, sending chills down their spine.

They nodded, taking the cigarette into their mouth, they inhaled the smoke and fell into a coughing fit, their cheeks turning red. The group around them laughed and their faces heated up with embarrassment. They quickly handed the cigar back to Quinn.

“Aww can’t handle a little puff pup.” Kody spoke in a gross intoxicating voice.

“Don’t you fucking call me that.” Tank spoke firmly, their tone low.

“Ooh a feisty little rat you brought along Quinn.” Kody huffed out a laugh. “I bet they’d be fun to play with.” Kody moved over to and reached a hand out for them before it was whacked away.

“Have some fucking tact, asshat.” A smooth voice spoke. Tank looked up to meet Vega, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he glared at Kody. “This kid is like half your age, don’t play with them like that…”

“Ever the protector of justice is our Vega,” Quinn spoke patronizingly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Relax Vega, their nineteen. They’re an adult, old enough to make their own choices.”

“Barely…” Vega mumbles under his breath.

After Quinn dropped them back home Tank tried to sneak through their window as quickly and as quietly as possible.They slid up the window and swung their leg over the ledge, pulling themself through. They made it in, safely, and presumably unsuspected. They quickly turned around and shut the window, making sure to latch it shut. That's when their bedroom light flicked on. They didn't dare turn around to face who caught them.

“Have fun Kiddo?” Gabes voice echoed through their room. His tone indicated that he was not genuinely asking and he was actually quite upset.

“Gabe, Uhm Hi…?” Tank asked, sweating bullets. They finally turned around to face him to see him leaning in their doorway.

“Hi.” He spoke out as he moved two steps into their room, shutting the door behind him.

“What's up?” Tank said folding their arms and biting their lip, a dead giveaway that they were nervous.

“What's up is that when I knocked on my child's door at eight, they didn't answer, so I walked in the room to make sure they were okay, and they weren't there. Crazy Right?” He folded his arms, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So naturally I go to David to ask if he knew of any plans they had, and guess what? He Didn't. But he did let me know that they were possibly out with a famous rockstar almost double their age. So I waited in their room until.” He paused to check his watch. “Around 4:33am when they tried sneaking back into their bedroom. That's what's up, Tanker.”

“I’m Sorry, I should've told you, I just didn't want you to freak out, or say no.” They said sitting on their bed.

“And I would've said no. You should not be hanging out ALONE with four fully grown men.” He said, giving them a stern look.

“Dad, I’m nineteen years old. I’m an adult.” They said huffing and rolling their eyes..

“Okay First, drop the attitude. And Second, even IF you think you qualify as an ‘Adult’ you will always be my kid.” He moved closer to them, sitting on their bed. “I don’t approve of you hanging out with them alone. I have a bad feeling about it. But since you are an adult I can’t physically stop you. Please be smart. I know you can be.”

“Dad, I’m literally just hangin. I’m smart enough to think for myself! I’m not an idiot.”

“I know you aren't an idiot, I just want you to use your brain here! I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said in a slightly exhausted tone.

“Well, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. They wouldn't hurt me dad. Besides, David is probably much too scary for them to even think about hurting me.” They joked.

“Kid, I’m serious, I don't trust them.” He stands up and moves to the door.

“I’m literally fine. It's whatever, I’m just gonna go to bed.” They roll their eyes and lay down.

“We’ll talk about this later.” He says as he closes their door. They knew they were already infatuated with Mr.Fox and wanted to spend as much time with him as they could. Something about him made them feel special.

Tank only fell deeper in with Quinn after Gabes passing. The whole Band was on the way back from a concert, Gabe deciding to drive the truck, leaving the Band in the bus. As they were passing a light, a Drunk driver failed to stop and crashed head on into his truck. Tank remembers running out of the bus, alongside David and rushing over to Gabe. By the time they got to him he was already too far gone. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, he only smiled at them, tears rushing down his cheeks, as he drifted off to sleep for the last time. Tank stopped including themself in the group outside of concerts and band practice. Milo ended up bringing in his partner as the band's new manager to help the transition from Gabe running everything.

Things continued like this for the next few months, Tank would sneak out and meet up with Quinn and his band. Fortunately, DxW was also growing in popularity, so they played more gigs which allowed Tank to slip away easier since everyone was so tired. Slowly the group introduced Tank to a whole new attitude and way of life, As well as a few substances to kickstart their addiction both to the band and to the drugs.

Quinn also began getting more physically intimate with Tank. He would find himself being close to them, and even kissing them often before it would branch out into full on makeout sessions. The first time Quinn kissed Tank they were both sitting on the couch. He slowly leaned over and let his lips touch theirs. His lips were dry and hot and it never felt right but again, Tank was addicted to Quinn. Addicted to finding out his deepest darkest secrets. Addicted to the attention. Addicted to knowing someone who seemed to want them.

—————

A/N: song credit- Temptation Eyes- The Grass Roots

[daisyyy-do]

Praying we get a valentines audio this month of Angel and David planning the wedding PLEASE ERIK I BEG OF YOU

[latenightsleeper]

Fellow Darlin’-Chrissy Truther here, you can’t NOT tell me what this storyline for them is! I have one of my own as well, but I’m always intrigued by other ways of viewing the same story!!! (Sorry to bother, but I’m so psyched that someone else agrees about this!)

A WILLING SACRIFICE—(*grabs you*) okay so, I’m so happy you asked!!!!! I have a lot to say about them so I’m very excited to tell you

Okay some basic info about my version of Tank is that their humanborn, hence why they have a harder time connecting with the pack. They don’t understand the magical world and by proxy, the Shaw pack as well someone who wasn’t a humanborn would. I mean, I think we all known how biased the empowered world is to humanborns (cough cough DAMN cough DUMP cough cough) their parents were a bit…late to understand their needs as a shifter and even later to fully grasp what was happening, let alone accept it. The scare on their cheek was a testament to that

So, here’s teen Tank, with a very messed up attitude about themselves and feeling isolated within minutes of being introduced to the pack. Once again, the pack kids already have an understanding of the world around them so they do things very much differently than Tank is used to. Things Tank has no idea how to do or even understand, it’s been said before Tank wasn’t close to David or Asher growing up but even then. I’d imagine someone would try and help tank get used to and understand their new life. It didn’t alway work and the questions they asked were hard to answer or know why they asked.

Enter Christian, born into an empowered family and taught everything Tank wanted/needed to know since he was a baby, just as much as a loner as Tank was since he wasn’t a legacy kid like David or Asher as well as having a decently bad attitude… he was a huge dick to Tank when they first came, like full on asshole the way teens are when a new kid who doesn’t understand what you think is basic knowledge shows up. Chris was relentless in his teasing and childish jokes, always laughing at their innocent questions and chiding their attempts.

Tank didn’t take it laying down tho.

They fought, a lot. Verbally, physically, pranks and tricks. They were at each other’s throats from the second they woke up, to the second they went to bed. Rinse, cycle, repeat. Like clock work, some of the older pack members had some bets they’d kill each other before they got along.

Surprisingly they do start to get along, but not in the way people thought they would. My personal HC is that Christians parents weren’t the…best, this feeling coming from Chris sisters specifically using “ if you didn’t help raise him “ when the Asher and Milo tease him about Amanda and call him Chrissy(which seems to be a family nickname?). Maybe I’m reading into it a bit much, maybe I’m not. I’ll keep on rolling with it till Erik proves me wrong (not likely tho with how much he writes parental problems with his characters)

Both Christian and Tank have that in common and big places gossip, people talk and the walls have eyes. They started to see each other as something like kindred spirits, bad attitudes and shitty parents with more than a few people willing to let them dig a big hole for them to throw themselves down. They still fought and shit but it was more like a game to them both, some way to keep active and to have fun. Bloody noises and complaints from local law enforcement aside.

Things changed tho, Tank and Chrissy were still close but it was harder and harder for Tank to take the isolation from the pack. They had Christian, they’d always have him but he started to find his place, hell he even started to see Amanda. Tank? Nothing, just..an outsider.

Enter Quinn, I don’t really think I need to explain what happened with him.

Being with Quinn just drives a bigger wedge between Tank and the pack, even Christian. They start making excuses and excuses, they still showed up when he needed or asked them but there was something wrong. Just something off, maybe it was this new guy Tank was seeing, maybe it was how Tank was hiding something from him. But Tank never showed so he never asked.

Then he gets a call that Tanks in the healers, something about a rough Vamp and them being hurt. He was the only one they could think of for Tank, their parents are gone and aren’t even on the list for emergency contacts.

He leaves hours later with a promise to catch up next time when their more healed and rested, not knowing right after he left. That be the last he’d see of Tank.

Tank lies as we know to David about heading to their parents to heal and they lie to Christian about catching up. Both for the same reason, to keep the pack and most importantly-to keep Christian safe. Tank just hopes the hurt from them leaving will keep him off their trail.

Christian doesn’t know their gone till they don’t show at the pack meeting and David tells everybody the news. Christian immediately knows something is wrong and is deeply hurt, but he knows tank better than anyone else. He didn’t look for them bc he knew they didn’t want to be found-not now at least and he wanted to trust Tank at least told the truth about them just leaving to heal.

And then a month passes, then another and then it becomes close to a year. (Ten months to be precise, I counted )

Contact with Tank is minimal before drying out on everyone but David and that’s just checking in to see if their alive.

Then David finds out a full year later (once again did the math, tank was actually hunting Quinn outside of Daliha for about 10 months and then showed up, it took David a full 3-4 months after that to realize something was up) and gives Tank a rightful talking too and tells them to show up to the next meeting. so who would show up to the next pack meeting?

Tanker and they look very different than anyone saw them, especially Christian. More scars than he remembers and a haunted, sad, angry look in those eyes.

This is just general lore, don’t have all the kinks worked out but man lemme tell you! There is a lot to Tanker and Chrissy’s relationship, lots of emotions and stuff

[sillyguymilooooo]

Holy fart I love ur Tank

AND DAVID 🤤🤤🤤 eats everything

God I love drawing scars.

[koifoxes]

werewolf boys

[aggro-my-beloved]

so um let me introduce all new redacted fans to the shaw pack

[sincerelywhistler]

Tight squeeze

Bonus Davey image because I know no self restraint (& the actual post)

[thatpadfooted-boy]

friendly reminder that:

"Shaw" in Gaelic means wolf.

"Talbot" means light-colored breed of hound.

"Greer" means alert, watchful, and swift.

[tommytomatoe]

i saw on tiktok people saying they thought babe’s character was boring, and they’re not wrong.

hear me out.

compared to the other listeners, babe has no personality. let’s focus in on the shaw-pack listeners exclusively. angel’s a hyper-active, childish character, sweetheart’s a hard working detective, darlin‘s got a whole past that took 3 videos to cover. compared to the rest, we know almost nothing about babe. there was an earlier video when asher talked about their work struggles but that was it. that’s all we know about them; they’re a semi workaholic.

and while it does suck because there’s not a lot of development for us to follow with them, i don’t fully hate it. it gives us as creatives a lot of leeway on how we want babe, or other listeners to be. whenever characters have too much personality, it can be hard to relate to them. i love the work and dedication we get from erik, and there’s a TON of characters and listeners he writes for so we’re bound to get a semi-boring one every now and then. so far, that’s how a lot of us view babe. they’re just someone to ride along with asher in his journey, never someone to take the wheel.

i hope in the future they can have a moment, like give babe the spotlight for a second. even if, for writings sake, it’s a babe and angel moment. there’s so much you can do with two humans navigating the supernatural world. use it!

TL;DR: babe has wasted potential and deserves a subplot of SOME kind.

[brainrotcharacters]

"I'm gonna succ it out of him."

"I don't think I consented to that."

[mr-laveau]

"That's a hell of a look, sweetheart"

Listen and listen well, that audio irreversibly changed my brain chemistry and now I cannot ever just be normal about Milo Greer. I can't. It's impossible.

[slightlystupidhun]

Dahlia Dynamites

Summary: a Baseball AU brought about by @belsw06 !! The renown baseball team, Dahlia Dynamites, find themselves in one of the toughest seasons of their lives. The team is almost all completely new and fresh. Can they pull of the World Series title?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

David pulled up to the stadium in his truck. Next to in the passenger seat was Angel, behind them was Asher, and his partner Babe. The vehicle was filled with laughter as Angel and Asher concluded their best rendition of The Boy Is Mine by Brandy and Monica. David pulled into his parking spot and shut the car off, quickly killing the radio. Angel quickly pecked David on the cheek before jumping out. He rolled his eyes as Asher cackled at his flushed expression. He walked to the trunk and grabbed both of Asher and his bags out of the trunk.

“You’re gonna do great today!” Angel said jumping up to David and wrapping their arms around his waist.

“Thanks.” He said holding his hand against his cheek before kissing him on the top of his head.

Meanwhile, Asher tan around the car to open the door for Babe. He bowed down in front of them before holding out his hand to help them out. They gave a content hum as he kissed their hand then moved to kiss their lips.

“Good luck tonight Ash! You’re gonna kill it!” Babe said smiling and running their fingers through his hair.

“Thanks Babe! I love you so much!” He beamed up them as David threw his bag at him.

“Let’s go-.” David began but he was cut off by Angel confused voice.

“Who’s that with Tank?” They asked tugging at David’s arm.

“It’s probably just Sam-“ he stopped himself because it clearly wasn’t Sam.

————

“Darlin, You’re gonna do great tonight.” Sam spoke pulling into his designated parking spot.

“Thanks Sam… I’m just, It’s just. Ya know…. Him.” They spoke getting increasingly frustrated.

“Hey,” he turned to them, taking his keys out of the ignition. “You. Are. Amazin. I love ya Darlin.” He leaned in and kissed their cheek before getting out of the truck. He quickly moved to the trunk and grabbed their bag out. Fans were already arriving and the excitement for tonight’s game was palpable.

“Well, I gotta go but, I love you Sam.” They said grabbing their bag from him and grasping his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Can I give ya a kiss Darlin?” He smiled at them. They nodded and he quickly met their lips with a soft kiss. It was gentle and loving and the best thing they had ever known. They parted from him, despite not wanting to, they knew they had to leave. They gave him a small wave as they both headed off their separate ways.

“Jesus, how domesticated are you? ‘Can I give ya a kiss Darlin?’ I mean come on.” A scarily familiar voice sounded out. He stared at them with glowing eyes that bore a hole through their head.

“Shut up Quinn.” They growled out at him tightening their grip on their bag.

“Aww What we can’t talk anymore puppy?” Quinn said, clearly patronizing them. He was luring them in, baiting them to trap them in some elaborate scheme.

“Clearly we can’t. Now leave me alone.” They began to walk away as he wrapped his fingers around the strap of their bag. The menacing figure pulled tanks strap back making them come face to face. He ran his fingers along their jaw.

“Come on now. You can’t ignore our past like it didn’t happen. We loved each other once.” He pouted.

“Once upon a time. But then you slept with Alexis. Now you get the have fun with her and leave me the hell alone.” They pulled their head away from him.

“How about we wager this game then Tank?”

“No.”

“If I win, I’m gonna take you back. You’ll come back to the team and be my side piece. If you win I’ll be so gracious and let you move back in, we can date again, but you get to stay on the Dynamites.” He gave them a wicked grin.

“Fuck.Off.” They turned to him. Before they could do anything though he was being pulled away from them. They turned to see who had parted them from their assailant and came face to face with Milo Motherfucking Greer.

“What the hell do ya think your doin, huh?” He stared Quinn down, looking at him as if he was the scummiest scum on earth.

“I’m just talking to MY friend. How about you back off.” Quinn said pushing Milo away from him.

“How about I teach you a lesson huh?” Milo said beginning to roll up his sleeves. Tank grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

“We just got Miguel back Milo, we don’t need you tapping out. Don’t give them the win like this.” They stood in front of him glaring at the Sunnyvale Vamp. Just a second later David and Asher were also at their side.

“What’s going on here?” David said, his voice dropping to a threatening tone.

“I was just having a conversation with my old teammate. Relax my friends. Let’s leave this on field, eh?” He grinned as he walked off towards the locker rooms.

“You guys ok?” Asher asked glancing between Tank and Milo.

“I’m fine. Let’s go get ready.” Tank said walking off ahead of the group. They all exchanged looms before following suit.

————

“I want you all to know that I am extremely proud of each and every one of you.” Coach William spoke, as he always did, before the game. “This team has truly shown everyone out there just what you can do with drive and passion. I will admit. I had my doubts bringing in people who were so fresh to be a part of one team.” He paused and chuckled lightly. “I’m proud to say you all proved me wrong.” He looked around the dugout, at the players he had hand picked. He could sense the excitement, there hunger, radiating from them. “Whatever happens to day I am eternally proud of you all. With that being said, let’s not get comfortable and sleep at the finish line. Let’s push harder than we ever have. Today will not be an easy game. But it will be one of the most important you ever play. Go out there and win.” With that the team cheered and players flooded to the field.

Today the dynamites wanted to start off strong. Their leadoff hitter was lovely. They confidently walked up to their place and got in position. They planted their cleats firmly in the ground and crouched down slightly. Lifting their elbows their fiery gaze met Adams. They locked onto his mitt waiting for the ball to be released. He threw a knuckle ball. The ball sped past them. Shit.

“Strike one.” The umpire yelled.

They shook their head and prepared for another swing. Adam grinned as he dug his shoes in the ground. This time he’s throw a curve ball. Unfortunately for him, the curve ball was on of the throws that Lovely most practiced swinging to. They swung, their bay making a resounding slapping sound at it made contact with the ball.

They took off sprinting towards first base. The ball was in the outfielders hand for only a moment before it was speeding over to first. They slid into first, the dust swirling around them.

“SAFE!” Was all they heard as the crowd cheered. They let out a shaky breath as the adrenaline started to come down.

—————

It was now the top of the ninth and both teams were tied. The score being 24-24. The bases were loaded. Lovely on third, Fred on Second, and bright on first. There were two outs and Vincent had never felt more pressure. He swung the bat a few times before taking a deep breath and stepping up to the plate. He bend his knees slightly as he dug his cleats into the ground. He raised his bay and locked his eyes on Adam.

“STRIKE ONE!” The first pitch was a circle change up. Vincent hated those, but he noted it as something to work on.

“Let’s Go Solaire!!” The crowd began chanting and clapping. Vincent smiled and steadied himself. He took a deep breath and prepared for the pitch. Adam gave him a wicked grin as he threw the ball right at Vincent. He didn’t have time to react as the ball came right in contact with his hand.

Vincent immediately dropped the bay and grabbed his hand. It hurt like hell. What the fuck was Adam doing? Vincent gained a base which left lovely to gain the point by running home. They wanted to run over to him, to check on his hand. Instead they settled for a threatening glare sent Adams way as the crowd booed him.

The top of the ninth ended with another out leaving the score to be 24-25 as the sides switched.

————

It was the bottom of the ninth, Dahlia Dynamites we’re up by one point, however, the SunnyVale Vamps had two people on base and their Star batter, Quinn, up to bat. They had two outs and Quinn had accumulated one strike already.

The air was cool, chilly, but the energy radiating from the crowd was enough to keep any human warm for a lifetime. The stadium lights were blinding and the announcers speakers were blaring. David Shaw, Dahlias pitcher, walked up to the batters mound. He rotated his shoulders and stretched out his neck. He placed himself firmly into the dirt and prepared to pitch.

Milo Greer, the catcher, prepared himself to receive any pitch David could throw to him. Asher, on first base, looked over to Cristian the short stop, both of them ready to receive. Arden prepared herself on third, and looked over to Miguel and Tank in the outfield.

Tank did quick small jumps from side to side, ready to run in any direction the ball may go. They crouched down as they watched David wind up for the pitch. Quinn shot them a devious smirk that caused a low growl to erupt from their throat.

David threw a fast ball, one that would be difficult for any batter to hit. The audience watched with bated breath as a loud hit could be heard. Quinn’s bat connected with the ball and it went soaring. Tank had a perfect view. This was it. The entire season, their entire career, lead up to this moment. They ran after the ball, their eyes tracking it. They might not make it. They saw the wall at the end of the field rapidly approaching, but they had to catch it. They reached their gloved hand into the air and jumped up. Lights shining into their eyes. This was it. The ball fell comfortably in their glove as they collided with the wall. They felt something in their arm pop as they quickly grabbed the ball and threw it back to Asher as the ref blew his whistle.

They won.

They Won.

They had won the game!!!

The team flooded the field and cheers erupted in the stadium. Tank held their arm in place, they definitely dislocated their shoulder, but it was worth it.

David was immediately swarmed by reporters as were Vincent and William. Tank tried to quietly make their way through the stadium back to the locker room but was stopped by a few reporters themself.

“What does it feel like making the game winning catch?” The reporter asked them.

“Oh, it feels amazing. I’m so grateful for my team, we all worked hard for this win together.” They nodded continuing to walk back holding their shoulder.

“Is there anyone you would like to thank?” The reporter pushed.

“Uhm my team, id like to thank all of them for pushing me and making me better…” they trailed off seeing a familiar figure in the hallway back to the locker rooms. “And my boyfriend.” They quickly joined the team for their photo before running off to the hallway and meeting up with Sam.

“Hey Darlin, I.” He was cut off by Darlin slumping into him and mumbling something into his chest. “What was that?” He bent down to heart them better.

“I dislocated my shoulder.” They said looking up at him. He nodded and led them into the medical room. He helped pop their shoulder back into place, kissing it gently after. He put their arm in a sling and carried their bag back to the truck.

“I’m so proud of you Darlin. You’re so amazing, and I love you.”

When the game had been called Sweetheart immediately ran onto the field and jumped into Milo’s arms. “IM SO PROUD OF YOU MILO!” They kissed all over his face. He held them so tightly and laughed joyously. The pair was filled with endorphins.

David and Asher, once they were finished with everything went back to David’s truck. They were so exhausted they were leaning on each other to stay up. When they arrived at the vehicle they were almost tackled by their partners. Asher had fallen to the ground, babe peppering his face with kisses as he wrapped his arms around their waist.

“I’m so proud of you Davey.” Angel said pushing their face into his chest. “You played an amazing game!” They kissed him deeply, lovingly. God he was so amazing to them.

Lovely spent their game winning night in the ER with Vincent. Oddly enough, there was no where else they would rather have been. They held his, unharmed hand in theirs and occasionally gave him small pecks on the cheek.

“I love you Vinny.” They nuzzled into his neck.

“I love you too Lovely.” He replied.

This was just the start to the amazing career and legacy these players had. The Dahlia Dynamites 2023 team, set a precedent for all newcomers stepping up to the bat.

This is the end!! Thank you @belsw06 so much for your amazing idea!! I had so much fun writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I’m sorry it was so short, but I hope you liked it nonetheless.