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drewsbuzzcut · 10 months

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I Get Wild On You

college baseball player!drew starkey x fem!reader

a college baseball au blurb (summer series)

📍Florence, Italy

warnings: SMUT

You were glad you were the only ones in the villa, surrounded only by nature. No one has to hear the way you bounce on him, fucking yourself on his cock. The squelching sounds of both of your arousal each time he rutts his hips into yours. He enjoys the way your warm, slick walls cling to him, sucking him back in every time you lift your hips up.

Drew’s leaning back on his elbows, hands resting in between your shoulder blades as your body arches into his. Sweat is starting to line your forehead, causing your hair to stick to your skin. Your movements are slow; the feeling of him gliding along your sweet spot and your clit being stroked by his finger makes your entire body erupt in shocks of bliss, keeping you at that slow pace.

The night had started off innocent. You and Drew decided to go on a nighttime walk, wanting to get a good look at the full moon and the stars sprinkled around the night sky.

Although the sun had long gone down, and the wind was finally alone, there was still a soothing warmth, relaxing the both of you as you walked hand in hand on the cobblestone.

His strong arms wrapped around you, hands resting on your stomach. You let yourselves bask in the quietness while the glow from the moon reflected off of you. This was one of your favorite things to do together; observing a full moon and letting it charge the both of you. To the both of you, the moon was a powerful thing.

“You’re my moon. No, actually you’re my entire world,” Drew whispers in your ear. Your body melts into his at the way his words sound like silk.

You turn in his hold, hands innocently creeping up his shirt to feel his skin. He’s wearing a toothy grin, knowing damn well he’s turning you to mush. His fingers tuck some of your hair behind your ears, making a clear view of your face.

“Your whole world, huh?” You tease, leaning up on your tiptoes to drag the tip of your nose along the side of his neck. His cologne lingers from the day, and you find yourself taking deep breaths of the scent.

“Yes, my whole world,” he affirms, hands planting themselves on the small of your back.

You kiss your way up his neck to his face, paying extra attention to his waiting lips. They slot together like missing pieces of a puzzle. You’ve never felt something so reassuring.

“You’re my stars,” you claim, swaying in his hold, letting your hips lure him into your trap. Your hands rest on his cheeks, keeping his eyes on yours.

“Yeah, well, you make me see stars,” he muses, a smirk taking over his face.

“Hell yeah I do. Especially when I do this,” you slowly kiss along his jawline, feeling his hands clench where the rest. “And this,” you nip his earlobe before lightly sucking it into your mouth, earning a smooth groan from the man. His hands tighten around your hips, pulling you further into his body. Your arms wrap around his neck and you lean up to finally kiss him.

“Fuck, you’re a minx,” he mutters into the kiss that is getting a little too heated for the public eye.

“Take me back to our place, and I’ll show you how much of a minx I can be,” you jest, leaving him with one last kiss before you start simpering off.

Which led you to now. You still your hips in the cradle of his lap. His length is still hitting deep inside you. You can feel your orgasm building, that tingle is starting to infiltrate all your senses. You give yourself a minute or two to edge yourself, not quite wanting that coil to pop yet. Drew has other plans. He grips your hips, basically holding you down while he thrusts up inside you at a ferocious pace. You can feel your orgasm bubbling, about to send the signal for your moans to claw their way out of your throat. You attempt to rest your upper body by setting your hands on Drew’s chest. You lean down for a kiss, trying to drag out this moment, but the moment your lips touch his, his body is falling flat on the mattress with you falling on top of him, lips still locked.

“More, Drew. Faster, harder, please,” you whine and beg, slamming your hips down on his member.

Your first orgasm rings through you, the sizzling heat numbing your body. He doesn’t stop his thrusts. You start to go limp against him, but he isn’t going to stop until he cums in you.

“Fuck, stop squeezing me. You’re going to make me cum,” he groans, head leaning back, open for your lips to claim.

“Cum for me, Drew. C’mon, cowboy, fill me up,” you say in his ear as sultry as possible.

You raise your body again, caressing your boobs just to get him riled up. He watches you with wonder. His eyes are glazed over, sparkling like stars. You don’t even expect to have a second orgasm, but you do and that sends your walls spasming. It triggers his release and the way you milk him makes his length pulse and stay hard.

“Fuck,” you whimper, body falling to the side of his.

Your body jerks at Drew’s unexpected touch when he trails his fingertips over the valleys of your bare body.

He kisses the side of your neck, your shoulder, and then your lips.

“Ti amo,” he whispers it so delicately into your skin, but the phrase is very well present in your heart and mind.

“Ti amo,” you say back, covering the both of you with the cool sheet before cuddling into him.

a/n: Sorry it’s taking me kind along to update this, but I hope y’all enjoy it!

taglist: @maybankslover @91vhs @sp00ky-spr1te @livsters @seris-circle @one-sweet-gubler @a06e @tiacordelia02 @ijustwanttoreadlols @a23starkey @cameronmedia @mutual-mendes @slut4drudy

#drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey angst #obx cast #obx3 #college baseball au #love will get you there

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666bin · 1 year

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why are gay people like this

edit: changed the format coz why is it so tiny omg

#college baseball au #honkai star rail #implied #kafstel #stelle #march 7th #my art

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of-many-aus · 1 year

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Why Jake calls you ‘Angel’

Summary: there’s always an origin story to a nickname, this one is yours

Warnings: none

A/N: let me know what you think of this series so far :)

Take Me Out to the Ball Game Masterlist

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This was stupid. You had no idea why you had even let Natasha talk you into this, she knew this wasn’t your thing.

The noise was deafening with everyone screaming at the top of their lungs. Cheers and boos for this team or that.

Bodies rammed into one another as they jumped up and down, supporting their respective teams that were made up of either a sky blue, or a crimson red.

“You have to get to know him,” Nat chatted your ear off above all the yells, keeping your arms linked tightly as you wove back and forth in the crowd, “He’s your roommate, and you hardly know a thing about him.”

“Yeah,” You snapped back, shooting her a small glare, “Maybe he’s a serial killer. How does that feel, Nat? You could very well be the person who pressured me into accepting a living situation with a murderer.”

She rolled her eyes, long since used to your dramatic antics, “A cute murderer.” Your best friend flashed you a grin.

You rolled your eyes sarcastically, “Well, what he lacks in personality, I suppose he makes up for in looks.”

“Exactly!” She cheered, finally pushing through a clearing and towards seemingly the only two empty seats in the whole stadium, not giving you the chance to open your mouth and snap back about being sarcastic. She knew very well that you were.

It had been about two weeks since you and the star of your college's baseball team, Jake Seresin, had made a temporary arrangement of moving into an apartment together. And the two of you had been walking on eggshells around each other, which Natasha Trace never failed to throw in your face.

Honestly, you were more than fine keeping it that way. The less you were forced to talk to the cocky, ego driven athlete, the better.

Your best friend, on the other hand, seemed to think that it was fate that the two of you were thrown into the same living establishment. And apparently, it was an opportunity not to be passed up. Now, you had been dragged to his team's second game of the season. Evidently, missing his first one was some sort of crime in Natasha’s eyes and you now had to make up for it.

What did it matter anyway? He didn’t even know that you were here, and honestly, you hoped that it stayed that way. You didn’t need him thinking something other than the simple fact that you were dragged here, fighting tooth and nail to get away. But it was useless, Nat was impossible to stop when she put her mind to something.

Of course, the only seats available had to be in the very front row, just to the right of home plate.

The game had already started by the time you two sat down, and Jake's team was getting absolutely demolished.

No wonder all the other spectators were getting rowdy so quickly. Your school was trying to urge the team into coming back, and the other school was trying to keep their team up. The score was 1-6 and it was only the second inning.

Jakes team was up at bat, more specifically, a man you recognized to be Reuben Fitch, who was in your science class, at the plate, bat up and at the ready. According to the scoreboard, there was already one out, two pitches thrown, and nobody on the bases.

The pitcher from the other team glared against the sun as he wound his arm back, ready to release the ball. And when he so, it hooked in such a way that poor Reuben didn’t stand a chance of hitting it.

You felt a pang of pity in your heart for him, he had always been friendly to you, and watching his lips move in the shape of a curse and shaking his head in disappointment at himself made you sad to see. He made his way back to the dug out with a head hung low, not even reacting when Pete Mitchell, the coach, clapped him on the back in reassurance when he shuffled past him.

A frown pulled at your lips, “This is just sad,” You commented, “You picked the absolute worst day to force me to come and see a game.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to rebuttal, only to snap it shut when her eyes locked onto something behind you. A smirk slowly made its way onto her face, “Or maybe not.”

With furrowed eyebrows, you turned in your seat to see what she was looking at, only to lock eyes on a jersey you had grown accustomed to seeing thrown lazily around your apartment- along with other pieces of gear he never bothered to pick up- making it’s way towards you.

Jake was up at bat.

There was a determined aura about him, you could tell from the way his eyes stayed trained on the pitchers mound and from the way his jaw was set and shoulders were in a ridged square.

High pitched squeals erupted from behind you in a way that made you cringe at the sudden noise.

“It’s Jake!”

“He looks so hot.”

“He was totally checking me out earlier.”

You rolled your eyes at the group of girls behind you, babbling like a bunch of teenagers at the mall, and crossed your arms over your chest.

Natasha was looking over at you with a smirk that had morphed into a knowing one.

“What?” You snapped.

Her grin only widened, “Nothing, nothing.” She murmured, turning her attention back to the game.

After allowing your eyes to linger suspiciously on her for another moment, you tore them away from her and too looked to where Jake was now winding up to bat.

The pitcher threw the next one faster than he had moments ago, and it headed straight for the blond man.

Your heart jumped to your throat and your arms unconsciously loosened, falling to your sides as you leaned forward.

Jake jumped backwards out of the way just in time, the ball narrowly missing his stomach in the process.

Shouts of protest came from all over the stadium, cursing out the pitcher for trying to take out the star player.

A breath slipped through your lips and you felt the muscles in your shoulders loosen. Why they were even tense in the first place, you didn’t know.

Seresin let out a huff, taking a step back from the plate to give himself a moment to collect himself, and his gaze unconsciously swept over the crowd.

Bright green eyes locked onto yours before you could even think about looking away and trying to hide yourself.

Jake stilled.

All of the sounds seemed to drown out around you. Neither of you let up your stares, no matter how much as you knew you should.

Then, the corner of his lips quirked up the tiniest bit, and he threw a wink in your direction before turning back to the plate and stepping up once more.

One of the girls squealed from behind you, “Did you see that? Did you? Did you? He winked at me!”

You barely even heard her, eyes still yet to leave Jakes tall form.

“What was that all about?” You could hear the grin in her voice as Natasha whispered to you.

Not an answer came out of you though. You were too transfixed in the game.

When the ball came at him again, he was ready, and he hit it out of the park. Literally.

Again, it seemed like almost every person in the stadium began screaming at the top of their lungs. Whether it was from anger or pure joy at the home run the man had just hit.

Somehow, you had joined in with them, clapping as loudly as you could and cheering.

Jake threw one glance to you over his shoulder before taking a jog around the bases, a grin of victory playing on his lips.

It only went uphill from there.

Somehow, when put in the outfield, every single ball went Jake's way, and he caught each and every one of them. Then each time he came up to bat, he would get at least one other person home.

There was a reason he was the star player.

By the end, the score was 12-6, and your throat was raw from all the screaming you had done, as well as most likely every other person in the audience.

“Well?” You finally tore your eyes away from the field at your best friend's voice, “Worth coming?”

You hid a grin and tried to shrug nonchalantly, “I suppose.”

She laughed loudly, linking your arms together and beginning to lead you into the slowly dispersing crowd.

The two of you chatted all the way back to the row of cars, when a voice calling out your name made you both stop and turn.

Jake jogged after the two of you, baseball gear bag slung over one shoulder.

The group of girls that had been obnoxious behind you for the entire game now stood a few yards away with dropped jaws that soon turned into sneers.

Your roommate paid them no mind though, as he came to a stop in front of you, slightly breathless as if he had run all the way from the dugout to catch up with you.

“Hi,” You breathed out in surprise, eyebrows raised.

He grinned that blinding, award winning smile of his, “You came to my game.”

“Oh yeah,” Natasha piped up, nodding excitedly from beside you, “She practically dragged me here.”

Your head snapped into her direction and your eyes widened for a brief second before you began glaring daggers at her, “I did not-“

“I’m glad you came.”

The gentleness of his tone made your mouth snap shut and your attention turn to him once more.

“We were losing, bad, but then you showed up, and we suddenly won again.” He was yet to drop his grin.

You shook your head, “That wasn’t me-“

“Sure it was,” He laughed lightly, “You’re like my own guardian angel.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t call me that.”

If it was even possible, his grin seemed to widen, “Why not? I think it’s fitting.”

A scoff left your lips, and whatever weird haze you had been in during the game finally shook off, “Don’t you dare.” You warned.

“Hangman!” Bradley Bradshaw called from a couple paces away, waving the man down, “Come on! The boys are going out to celebrate!”

“Be right there!” The blond called back before winking at you once more, “See you at home, Angel.”

With that, he jogged off, leaving you in a speechless state that was so unlike you.

Nat moved to stand in front of you, wiggling her eyebrows.

You hesitated before softly shoving her, “Shut up.” You mumbled, turning to make your way to the car.

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#take me out to the ball game series #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin au #jake seresin x you #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #hangman au #top gun x you #top gun x reader #top gun x y/n #top gun au #baseball au #college au

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endwersed · 3 months

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seven sentence sunday

Thanks for the tag @dear-massacre 🥰

Sharing an excerpt from my secondary WIP, the lie is beautiful, AKA nanny au. Coming to an AO3 near you soon (... or at least somewhere in the next few months).

Derek’s hold on Stiles' hip shifts slightly, fingertips tightening to bite bruises into his skin, and he is sucker-punched by the abrupt, awful realisation that he can feel the cool metal of Derek’s wedding ring, pressed solidly against him.

He wants to scream. Fuck, he wants to scream, take it off, take it the fuck off, please, fuck, just – take it off.

He says nothing.

“Ready?” Derek asks softly behind him.

This is going to break me, he thinks.

“Yeah,” he says out loud.

Very very low pressure tags!! @thotpuppy @crownofstardustandbone @renmackree @violetfairydust

#sterek #my fic #i'm very close to finishing college baseball au #so once i've edited that and started posting #i'll be moving back onto this nanny au #which is currently somewhere around halfway done #and very dear to my heart

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spideystevie · 1 year

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strike-outs

summary: rust colored dirt, old jerseys & game winning strike-outs

word count: 2.3k

a/n: this has been brewing in the depths of my drafts for a hot minute. college!au because i said so. this is my take on baseball!steve who lives and breathes in my head constantly and if you don’t agree then cry about it. just kidding.

MARCH 1987 - GRAND RAPIDS, MI.

It’s an unusually warm day for Michigan in March. The sky’s a vibrant blue with picturesque cottony clouds scattered across. Sun rays warm your cheeks, a welcoming kiss after last week’s frigid cold. You roll up the sleeves of your university crewnecks to feel the sun on your arms.

Music flows through the orange padding of your headphones, walkman clipped to the waist of your jeans. You walk past the baseball field, eyes focusing in on the lone figure standing on the pitcher’s mound. It’d be almost embarrassing to admit that you recognize it to be Steve Harrington almost immediately.

Your feet stall, rooting you in place near the third base dugout as you watch him wind up and throw. The ball hits the ground and ricochets against the fence behind home plate. There’s a ringing of metal as the chain link fence reverberates. The ball rolls back towards home plate, stopping just a foot away from a worn pair of cleats, covered in a rust colored dust.

Davenport might not have been Steve’s first choice but it was the one that put the most distance between him and his father and that was good enough for him. It was also the only school that took a chance on a small town kid with shit grades so Steve really couldn’t complain.

Steve bends to pick the ball up and when he turns to walk back to the mound, he notices you. Your eyes meet just as Let’s Hear It For The Boy starts to play. A heat not induced by the sun creeps across your cheeks. It only worsens when a charming grin lifts his cheeks.

The two of you stare for a beat too long before someone breaks the silence.

“Hey,” he calls, walking towards the fence that separates the two of you. You step closer, pulling your headphones to rest around your neck. Steve catches a few notes of the song before you pause it. The toes of his cleats bump the bottom of the fence, the metal shaking briefly.

Steve pulls his glove off, shoving the ball inside and tucking it under his left arm. His fingers curl around the holes in the fence. You take a step forward, one more and you’d hit the fence too. His smile softens around the edges this close up.

“Hey,” he exhales. His gaze makes you feel warmer than the sun. Your smile is the slightest bit reserved, tucked away just slightly towards your chest.

“Hi,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. You wonder if you hold yourself tight enough if it’ll suffocate the butterflies swarming your heart.

Things with Steve are new and covered in the sweetness of the early days. Everything is fresh and new, like a springtime blossom. The shock that sparks both your nerves when you’re around each other is not.

You’d been partnered for a project together in sociology in the fall and when the semester ended, you didn’t think you’d see him again aside from passing occasionally on your commutes to class.

And then you walked into your history course this spring and thought you were hallucinating when you spotted him. You thought you’d collapse when he waved you over to sit in the empty seat next to him. You nearly did when he asked you out a week later.

It’d been a couple months of dating exclusively, not even a week since he asked you to be his. And yet, he still hadn’t kissed you. It’s not that he hasn’t tried, it’s that every time his lips brush against yours something has to interrupt the moment. Steve’s determined to change that today.

“Thought you didn’t have practice today,” you muse, blinking at Steve through the fence.

“Coach wants to try me out as pitcher this season. Thought I’d start practicing now,” he shrugs and lets go of the fence, dropping his shoulder to lean against it. The fence bulges towards you. The sunlight catches on a curl of hair sneaking out of his hat. You have to grip your arm to resist reaching out to tuck it behind his ear.

“Look at you, all star,” you tease. Steve’s cheeks flush a soft shade of pink, hardly discernible in the shade that covers his face from the brim of his hat. You shuffle forward until the toes of your converse bump the fence separating you. “You ever pitched before?”

“Little league,” he laughs. The way it bubbles out of him makes you giggle along, the shoulder opposite to his leaning against the fence. He shakes his head. “Once or twice in high school, too.”

You hum, smile still present but eyes rounding into something more serious. “You’ll do great.”

It’s a reassuring hug around Steve’s heart, one that constricts itself around the muscle until it skips a beat. He softens like butter in the sun and he lifts a hand to clutch the fence near your head.

There’s a tenderness in the way he looks at you, in the way his fingers try their best to wrap around yours when you lift your own hand to clutch the fence. You don’t think about all the logistics behind kissing between a hole in a chain link fence, the only things running through your head being finally and a mantra of SteveSteveSteve.

Your chin juts out, tilted up for him to reach and Steve wishes he were on the other side of the fence so he could hold your face in the palm of his hand. He gets a hair's width away from your lips when the sprinkler system kicks on making you jolt back. He really wishes he were on the other side of the fence now.

You try not to look too disappointed as you step back from the fence, though you’re sure you’re not alone in your emotions. Steve looks almost apologetic, his smile sheepish.

“I’ll catch you later?” he offers, stepping back from the fence himself. You nod, reaching up to pull your headphones back over your ears.

“You better, Harrington,” you say, clicking play again on your walkman as you turn on your heel and leave back to your dorm. Steve’s eyes follow you until you disappear from view.

APRIL 1987 - HOME.

The glimpse of warmth you’d felt in March seems to have vanished into a haze. The weather had backpedaled to an early spring cold. If you focused hard enough, you could see wisps of your breath in front of your face when you’d exhale. First home game. Steve’s first game this season as a pitcher.

The cold metal of the bleachers seeps through the denim of your jeans, your knee bouncing anxiously. It’d been a little over a week since your last almost kiss with Steve. With the flurry of late midterms and the opening of baseball season, you hadn’t seen much of Steve outside of your shared morning history class.

He made sure he caught you yesterday. He waited outside the door of your Thursday literature class, already dressed for practice and cutting it close to being late, all just to ask you if you wanted to wear his jersey to the first game of the season. It was worth it when he saw your eyes light up, hands clutching the old jersey to your chest. He’d kissed your cheek before running off.

Sitting in the stands, wearing his last name on your back, you think you can still feel the lingering warmth of his lips against your cheek while you watch him warm up. The slight wind is icy, biting at your nose and leaving it with a burning numbness. You tug the sleeves of your thick long sleeve you’d layered beneath the jersey over your fists.

It’s easy to forget about the near frigid cold when you watch Steve play. It doesn’t hurt that his uniform pants hug him in the best way as he winds up his pitches and runs the bases. You’re not sure how much prouder you can get of Steve, watching him throw strike after strike.

Your team sits at a tie with the visiting team as the ninth inning rolls around. With two outs and bases loaded, the nerves start to eat at you and you can’t begin to imagine the pressure on Steve. You clasp your hands in front of you, thumbs pressed to your lips.

Steve closes his eyes and takes a breath before starting his wind up. He hauls a pitch down the line, exhales when it sinks into the catcher’s mitt and the umpire calls it a strike. He steps forward, glove extended to catch the ball when the catcher tosses it back.

You squeeze your hands together, whispering encouragement under your breath as though he can hear it from your spot in the stands. He winds up and throws, sinking another strike in the catcher’s mitt. You exhale, watching Steve shake out his shoulders as he walks back towards the mound.

“One more, baby, one more,” you mutter under your breath, not caring if the people sitting around you can hear you. Steve pauses at the top and looks towards the stands to find you. When your eyes meet you nod, releasing your clasped hands momentarily to give him a thumbs up. He bites back a smile, dipping his head down towards the ground as he gets ready to pitch.

You feel like everything moves in slow motion the moment he starts his wind up. The ball leaves his fingertips and seems to float down the line. This time, the batter swings and you watch with bated breath as it swings just above the ball and misses it completely. Everything syncs back to normal with the final smack of the ball meeting the glove and the umpire calling the final strike.

Steve’s shoulders visibly droop in relief, his teammates clapping him on the back and cheering as they head towards the dugout to prep for their final turn at bat. His eyes find you, standing in the stands with a grin on your face before he’s ushered into the dugout.

It’s Steve who bats first at the bottom of the ninth, blowing a kiss to you before stepping up to bat. He swings at the first pitch, a satisfying crack sounding when his bat makes contact with the ball, sending it out into far left field. He slides safe into second, bouncing up onto his feet with a smile.

Steve steals third after the first out, daring a glance at you in the stands to send a smile your way and crosses home plate with a grin, securing the first home game win of the season. He can’t even seem to care about the rest of the inning, his main thought being you standing in the crowd wearing his jersey and the proudest smile he’d ever seen.

You wait outside the dugout when the game ends, a giddiness coursing through you. As the team starts to file off the field, you stretch on your toes to find Steve. He comes out last and his eyes immediately find you. He barely has time to drop his bag to the ground before you’re hurling yourself at him.

His arms catch you around your waist while yours wrap around his neck. You press your nose against his neck, only minutely aware of how sweaty he is despite the chill in the air.

“You were amazing out there, all star,” you grin as you settle onto your feet. Your hands rest against the front of his jersey but his hold around your waist stays tight. Steve’s smile is blinding.

“You think so?” his voice is teasing and you roll your eyes but the smile hasn’t left your face. You push against his chest playfully and a laugh bubbles out of Steve.

“I’m proud of you,” you say, sincerity dripping off each word. Something inside Steve’s chest melts down into a thick honey, warming him from the inside out. He doesn’t even think twice before he’s cupping your face in his hands and slotting his lips against yours.

Your eyes close with a muffled sigh, hands sliding up to rest against the sides of Steve’s neck. Your mind is racing with thoughts of finally and SteveSteveSteve. He kisses you soft and tender, like he has all the time in the world. For once there’s no sprinklers, no pesky roommates or annoying teammates. There’s nothing else except the small bubble surrounding the two of you in the frigid cold of early spring.

Steve pulls back for a breath and his lips part to say something. You don’t let him get the chance.

“Shh, one more, I’ve been waiting to do this for weeks,” you pull him back into you, lips molding with his like they were carved from the same stone, missing puzzle pieces fitting back into place. His hands fall to your waist and pull you closer against him. You kiss him with a fervor until it’s more smile than kiss and you have to pull back.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling. A slight gust of wind pushes past but you can’t feel the cold, not after the searing heat that’s covered your skin from the minute his lips touched yours. Steve kisses you once more, sweet and chaste before squeezing your waist and stepping away to grab his bag.

“Celebratory dinner?” he offers, slinging his baseball bag over his shoulder and wrapping his free arm around your shoulders. He pulls his hat off his head and runs a hand through his hair as you walk.

“Maybe after you shower, you’re all gross,” you scrunch your nose at him, mirth twinkles in your eyes. Steve shakes his head and shoves his hat onto yours. You grin, leaning into him as he squeezes your shoulders.

He wonders if it’s too early to be thinking he might be in love with you.

#interrupting my momentary writing hiatus bc of finals season to bring you baseball!steve #the amount of research i did on the weather during 1987 in grand rapids specifically...astonishing.#baseball!steve plagues my mind daily and i needed to share my take with all of you #spending nearly all of your adolescent years on baseball fields supporting your younger brother will do that to ya #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #baseball!steve harrington #baseball!steve x reader #baseball!steve au #college!steve au #📝: a writes!

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bazilisks · 11 months

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more college/baseball au stuff cuz i’m addicted to millions knives!!!!!!

nai told vash that his switch was going to rot his brain then he played splatoon one time

#millionsummers #knives x legato #millions knives #legato bluesummers #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun 1998 #college au #trigun baseball au #trans millions knives #implied cuz he's got his binder on in the last pic #my art

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doodlinge · 11 months

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Kel And Aubrey Are Horrible at Secret Dating

and they were roommates (along with basil and sunny as well, but thats beside the point LMAO)

i cant decide if i like the headcanon that theyre horrible at secret dating, that they’re amazing at secret dating, or that they have the kind of dynamic which they hate eachother but also when theyre alone together theyre really bad at the mentioned hatred better ❤️❤️❤️

#NEEERRDSSS #i get to bully them theyre my otp #kelbrey #omori kel #Omori Aubrey #aubrey omori #kel omori #omori sunny #omori basil #ship art #omori college roommates au #omori baseball #baseball bat #Omori

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spoofyleaf · 7 months

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Okay bc I am now positively excited to draw some baseball au, let me get some things straight:

-Wukong LOVES being there, he’s the designated pitcher. Isn’t great at batting, isn’t the worst either. Claims to be a good sport, but very much is not. Mans HATES loosing, and is openly VERY competitive, almost becomes not enjoyable to play a game w him sometimes like yikes. Chews gum very loudly to annoy Macaque (it works)

-Macaque claims he hates being there, and is constantly seen dramatically rolling his eyes/ not paying attention when in the field. AMAZING batter, has never stuck out. Horrible pitcher, can’t catch the ball for shit. Get him behind the bat/ running base to base and mans has never been more focused before in his life. Secretly super competitive, which can be seen with smirks, or dramatic huff-sighs

-Mei: please god don’t let her pitch, she throws the ball at you because she thinks it’s funny. Loves being there, picks on Redson the entire time. AMAZING in the feild, she will catch that fuckin ball even if it kills her

-MK just enjoys being there, doesn’t care if he winds or looses. He’s mediocre at baseball and is okay with that. Zones out in the feild, drags feet thru the dirt to draw pictures. Love the kid but he never knows what’s going on

-Redson was dragged into playing, very competitive but also very bad at playing. Is secretly having the time of his life. Is determined to win every game and “no noodle brain it isn’t just a game”. HATES when Mei messes with them when he’s trying to focus. MK finds it halarious

#I have become absorbed into this au #help #good news also #my college does a baseball match of geology bs biology majors #guess who won 😎#that’s right geology did #get me behind the bat and I WILL beat everyone’s ass #I’d rather jump than strike out thank you very much #can’t catch the fuckin ball tho #sorry bout that #but it’s fineeeee #am I disabled? yes.#but my competitiveness somehow beats up my arthritis n shit #bc i become possessed while playing baseball and badminton #it’s a problem really #Spoofy ramblea #lmk #baseball au

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hoffmans-hoffman · 10 months

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Saw but make it College au

Peter Strahm and Davis Devils as the sports scholarships

Mark Hoffman and Lawrence Gordon as the “We actually need to fucking study„

Amanda Young and Adam Faulkner Stanheight as the Party People

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Description: Six college students go on a trip before classes start up again, but they get more than they bargain for when they blow a tire in the middle of nowhere

#davis devils #mark hoffman #peter strahm #saw oc #amanda young #lawrence gordon #i tried to add logan but i couldn't find a young enough photo of his actor #college au #saw au #adam faulkner stanheight #yes that baseball photo is Scott Patterson

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ov-rwhelmed · 10 months

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full count, a chaptered fic written by nogoodalone

chapter one

word count: 4,959

summary: Killua Zoldyck’s carefully crafted strategy to graduate early was all going according to plan. Until the beginning of his last scheduled year, when his academic advisor decided to share that he was missing all of his required athletics credits. And that all gym classes were full for the year. And, no, scanning into the workout center once a week could not count for credit. What could count for full credit, though, was being a practicing athlete on a university sports team for a minimum of two semesters. Great news for the men’s baseball coach whose team desperately needed a new pitcher and was willing to give opposite-of-athletic Killua a shot. No hitting required, minimal fielding promised, and an unexpectedly killer curveball later, and Killua had a #99 jersey with his last name on it. The issue? Killua knew nothing about baseball. Luckily for him, team captain and catcher Gon Freecss had selflessly volunteered to teach Killua everything he needed to know about the game outside of practices. Luckily for him, Killua loved study sessions. And baseball pants. And maybe the fact that things didn’t always go according to plan. ~~~ a modern uni & baseball killugon au | for the 2023hxhbb

my HXHBB2023 work is UP!!! (chapter 1, at least!!) i hope you enjoy, details in the author's notes :) @hxhbigbang23

#hxhbb23 #hxhbb2023 #hxhbb #hunter x hunter #hxh #gon freecs #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #killugon #college au #baseball au #sports au #modern au #kt writes #OMG MY FIRST HXHBB.#full count

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kadytimberfox · 2 months

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Stellan Skarsgård as Baron Harkonnen is my favorite performance in the new Dune movie not only because I'm a Stellan Skarsgård fanboy but also because in my mind he is the exact same person as my old little league coach who would yell at you if you fucked up. Dave Bautista is the coach's kid who gets more abuse than anyone else on the team because his dad doesn't want to seem like he's going easy on him so every single conversation they have is him being like "you're playing like shit out there, son"

I think the movie would've been better if he was chewing a huge wad of dip at all times but especially while sitting in his stupid little hot tub

#I bet he would be a cubs fan #Feyd-Rautha is the psychotic obsessive pitcher whose fastballs hit 90 when he was 14 but his career will be ended by arm surgery in college #here I am writing the dune baseball AU I know everyone wanted #dune part 2 #sci fi #late night kady thoughts

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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Love Will Get You There

college baseball player! drew starkey x fem!reader

college baseball au

series warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, arguments, injuries, mentions pregnancy and miscarriage, cussing, angst

series masterlist:

Freshman Year of College

Fight Or Flight

Kiss In Cars And Downtown Bars

Sophomore Year Of College

A Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes

Junior Year Of College

Tender

Baseball Babe

Sun Kissed

Senior Year of College

The Breakup

No RecollectionOf Yesterday (pt. 2 of the breakup)

Persephone (pt. 3 of the breakup)

Conversations To Be Had (pt. 4 of the breakup)

Tangled In The Weight Of Our Own Lies (pt. 5 of the breakup)

These Are The Days That Kiss You On Your Broken Nose (pt. 6 of the breakup)

Between All The Gasping I Finally Breathe

After College

Lay All Your Love On Me

I Get Wild On You

Future

Comfort In Your Arms

#drew starkey #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey fic #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey angst #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x y/n #college baseball au #obx cast #obx3 #love will get you there

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666bin · 1 year

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why do gay people love to breakup before they get together anw play august by taylor swift

and yes this is the college baseball au

#my art #kafstel #kafka #stelle #honkai star rail #actually tagging this #college baseball au

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of-many-aus · 1 year

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Rainy Baseball Days

Summary: you and jake watch some baseball together

Warnings: none

A/N: idea given by @clancycucumber230- thank you so much!!

Take Me Out to the Ball Game Masterlist

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“You’re home early.” You didn’t even try to hide the surprise in your tone as you froze in the doorway of the kitchen.

Jake shrugged, glancing over his shoulder from where he sat on the couch, “Practice got rained out.”

You glanced down at the mug in your hand before turning on your heel and entering the kitchen area once more.

When you emerged a few moments later, you now had a mug in each hand.

“Here,” You murmured, gingerly sinking down onto the cushion beside him and offering one of the steaming cups.

His green eyes flickered down, widening the slightest bit at your outstretched arm, “Thanks,” He breathed out, gently taking the bright purple pottery piece that you made years ago with Nat, out of your hand.

You hummed, settling back into the couch and allowing your gaze to travel to the television, pleasantly surprised to see that the Red Sox vs Yankees game was already on.

“Oh, sorry,” Jake fumbled around to find the remote, “What do you want to watch-“

“This.” You interrupted him, eyes still glued to the screen, “I was actually on my way out to turn it on.”

The blond’s eyes lit up at your words, letting them linger on you for a moment as you stared intently at the screen, soaking up the game and completely oblivious to his stare. He bit back a smile as he too turned his attention back to the closeup of the Yankees batter winding up for the pitch.

“Come on,” You muttered, leaning forward in your seat, “Strike him out, let’s go.”

“You’re rooting for the Red Sox, Angel?” Jake's head whipped over to you in mock alarm.

A scoff left your lips. The man braced himself to be snapped at for using that ridiculous- your words, not his- nickname again.

“They’re not my main team, but they’re sure as hell better than the Yankees.”

He blinked once at you, watching as you stared intently at him, completely serious, before a grin grew on his face.

“That is definitely not true,” He argued playfully, “Yankees could beat that team any day.”

Despite yourself, the corner of your lips quirked up the slightest bit, “Like they are right now?” You motioned to the 3-1 score.

His face now held a dazzling grin, as if he was no longer able to hold it back, “It’s only the second inning, Angel, we’ve still got a ways to go.” He tried to hide his obvious delight- whether it was from being able to discuss baseball, or finally being able to talk to you, neither of you seemed to know- by raising the mug to his lips and taking a long sip, only to quickly pull it away with raised eyebrows, “Hot chocolate?” He asked.

You nodded in all seriousness, “It’s my favorite drink, and it’s cold and rainy out, so it’s perfect. Not to mention that it’s too late in the day to have coffee. You’ll never sleep.”

He hummed, taking a long sip of the chocolatey drink. Jake couldn’t even remember the last time he had this. Perhaps it was back when he was a kid and his mother would make it for him and his sisters on a cold winter night.

And then it began. The back and forth bickering that had no real venom behind it, long debates about all the different MLB teams and which one was really the best based on players and past plays.

It was by far the longest you had ever talked to Jake, and surprisingly, you didn’t hate it. Nat had never shown any interest in baseball, except for when she dragged you to Jake's game a week ago, and none of your other friends knew the first thing about it and didn’t care enough to learn or actually sit through a game with you. Talking about it with him was actually refreshing.

It wasn’t until the seventh inning that things finally quieted down between you two, hot chocolate long since finished and each team in the league thoroughly discussed, when you felt your eyelids begin to droop.

You tried to fight it- you really did- but you had a long day with your classes, and your efforts to stay awake rendered useless when you curled up farther into the seat cushion and your tired state won over.

It only took Jake a total of three minutes to look back over at you, mouth open and ready to fire a question about the play that just took place, only for it to snap shut at the sight of your relaxed- and very much asleep- form.

Your breathing had evened out and your head was lulled slightly to the side.

His smile softened as he looked at you and he moved to stand up, but you shifted in your sleep, rolling so that your face was pressed directly on his bicep.

Jake froze, breath hitching in his throat when you showed no sign of stirring from your slumber, and he allowed himself to relax.

He reached over and gently lay a throw blanket from nearby on top of you and turned his attention back to the game.

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