#dugout cam when?

[millythegoat]

Kloppo falling over his heel again

and the dugout reaction are sooo priceless!!! Everyone is sooo extra

Adrian was ecstatic while the doctor hoping hard that Jurgen won't pulled his hamstring again

you tell the ref Jurgen!!!

also this duo

this guy is so me fr

#THE CHAOSS #I LOVE IT #i don't know how to organize this gifs because it's overload chaotic energy 😭 #liverpool fc #lfc #jurgen klopp #dugout cam when? #adrian san miguel del castillo #jonathan power #pep lijnders #john achterberg

[justsomekpopstuff]

nct 127 as a baseball team - part 2

A/N: Once again taking a break from what I ACTUALLY need to be working on to provide you this!

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part 1

team colors are black, white, and neon green

team mascot is a black bear wearing a bright neon green jersey and baseball cap

left fielder!Yuta can regularly be seen latched on to shortstop!Mark in the dugout during games

Somehow, some way, whenever the cameras pan to the dugout, there's Mark, with Yuta close behind like a shadow, and every now and again its the other way around. Sometimes they will find themselves on the kiss cam, much to Mark’s dismay and Yuta’s enjoyment.

everyone learns very quickly that you do not come between third baseman!Doyoung and his pitchers

The first time that starting pitcher!Haechan got rushed at the mound by an angry batter, everyone watched as somehow, Doyoung got to the batter first, completely shoulder checking the batter to the ground before he could reach Haechan. Everyone was shocked except for Haechan, who just laughed instead.

first!baseman Johnny will somehow always find a way to sign things for kids before games

It does not matter where he is or how much time he has, things will be signed, especially if they have a funny sign or make him laugh. His personal favorites are he ones that say that they skipped school to come to the game or that they will trade snacks for a signature.

when second baseman!Taeil got injured and taken out for the rest of the season, the entire team was absolutely devastated

Being Team Dad comes with a lot of love, so the younger members had some trouble adjusting to his absence. The team decides to make it their mission to include Taeil in everything in any way possible for the rest of the season. This includes having a little plushie version of Taeil that they carry with them during road trips, FaceTiming him during media interviews, having signs showing in the dugout cams that say "hi" and how much they miss him, and even decorating his own seat in the dugout whenever Taeil is able to come to a game.

the first time that the team ever got involved in an all-out bench-clearing brawl involved catcher!Taeyong

Taeyong was trying to make a play at home plate when the runner intentionally rammed into him, completely knocking him to the ground very hard and kicking the wind right out of him. Within seconds, that runner was completely overrun by everyone else on the team, including the outfielders who sprinted like their lives depended on it, because NO ONE touches their catcher and gets away with it. Third baseman!Doyoung managed to pull a very sore and winded Taeyong out from the dogpile before immediately joining the fray with the rest of the team.

the entire team bows to relief pitcher!Winwin whenever he comes into the dugout after making an appearance

They know he probably will not get the praise that he deserves for saving their games as many times as he has, so they are determined to make sure that he gets it!

when right fielder!Jungwoo first joined the team, the other members decided to try and haze him, with unexpected results

They decided to haze him by making him carry around a Snoopy backpack the whole season for his gear. However, they didn’t expect him to actually love the backpack as much as he actually did. Jungwoo wore that Snoopy backpack with a smile on his face the whole season, and he still uses it on a regular basis.

every now and again when they are playing a rival team, fans will hear loud screams coming from the dugout whenever the opposing pitcher is about to throw

Come to find out, those screams are coming from quiet, unsuspecting center fielder!Jaehyun. He says that the screams are meant to throw the opposing pitcher off, to varying results. The fans quickly learn that Jaehyun is, in fact, the weirdest person on the team in the best way. Compilations are quickly made of the most iconic screams.

One of left fielder!Yuta’s favorite between-inning events is when the kids get to “steal third base”

Whenever it happens, he always makes sure to be on the lookout so he can lend a hand. On his way out to his position, he always makes sure to stop and hand the base to the kids with a bright smile, even if it means that he is fully in third baseman!Doyoung’s way and that it takes him longer to get to his position.

catcher!Taeyong has been shown feeding his teammates and his coaches orange slices on multiple different occasions

after being fed up with how many sunflower seed shells were left on the floor of the dugout, third baseman!Doyoung buys everyone their own special cup with their name on it to spit their shells in to.

starting pitcher!Haechan absolutely hates the pitch clock with a glorious, furious passion

the first time that starting pitcher!Haechan and relief pitcher!Winwin get a combined no-hitter, the entire team celebrates by throwing them both into the air and carrying them off the field like royalty

the team makes it a point and a mission to be the most distracting forces of nature in the background of every media interview that one of their teammates does...they cannot be stopped

Tagging: @daydreamingyuta (thank you for the mascot inspo!) and @vcrnons

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[roosterforme]

One thing I can’t stop thinking about is the people loving coach and kitten like they’re so beloved as evs parents and their support for getting him where he did and them always getting shown and cheered on the big screen and people just eating it up, bonus if it’s the kiss cam and them just being so amused

When Ev plays for the Phillies, Bradley becomes the team Dad and goes to as many games as he can and the whole team knows him. So the idea of Kitten and Coach making it onto the kiss game makes me smile, because the whole team would erupt with cheers from the dugout.

#if you ask emily #put me in coach

[glystenangel]

Kiss Cam

ProBaseballPlayer!Yuji x GN!Reader (Baseball AU)

tags/warning: pure and gratuitous fluff, kiss cam trope, bad blind date turned good, pda (of course), idk anything about baseball so hope the references make sense lmao

summary: the kiss cam spotlights you and yuji takes his chance

~less than 1k

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

You don’t think there could have been anything more mortifying than the kiss cam landing on you and your catastrophically terrible date.

He had been ignoring you the whole time, too stoked that you had invited him to front row seats to the big Sorcerers vs. Curses baseball game. You honestly should have just gone alone, but you had wanted to be brave and take the idiot next to you, who your friend had blindly set you up with because “he also loved baseball and it would be absolutely perfect”.

In reality, he had been late and nearly spilled his beer on you every time he disagreed with the umpire’s calls. It also didn’t help that he was actually a fan of the Curses, not the Sorcerers, which was your favorite team. When you had broken the news to him, he had immediately booed and condescendingly patted your shoulder.

“That’s unfortunate. You’re super hot, but I can’t seriously date a Sorcerers fan. We’ll see how this goes though.”

Now, he was too engrossed in texting his friends live game updates to notice that the kiss cam was panned onto the both of you.

You tried to keep a calm smile plastered to your face as your fellow baseball fans loudly demanded a kiss. It was utterly humiliating, and your eyes began to water as your face fell. You shrank in your seat, attempting to cover your face when all of a sudden the entire stadium started cheering and you peeked through your fingers to see the Sorcerers' star player, Yuji Itadori, hopping the dugout fence and running across the field to get to you. His distant form was outlined in golden sunlight as he sprinted, and his knees still carried grass stains from playing.

“Don’t worry! I got you!”

He enthusiastically waved at you, clipping his baseball cap to a belt loop before quickly fixing his hair and scaling the concrete barrier that separated the front seats from the field.

You felt your chest swell with nerves and excitement, and your date finally looked up in shock when you stood up and leaned over the barrier to meet Yuji as he clung to the railing.

He didn’t seem winded at all, though you could see a sliver of his strong chest sheened with sweat from the top of his uniform being unbuttoned. Your heart beat rapidly at seeing one of your favorite baseball players in front of you, and a bright smile spread across his handsome face as he looked up at you. Rosy strands of hair were mussed around his forehead from the wind, and he raised the hand he wasn’t using to hoist himself up to caress your cheek. It was rough and calloused from the sport, but the touch was unexpectedly gentle.

“If he won’t kiss you, can I?”

The crowd was going wild, whistling and chanting ‘kiss him!’ as you absorbed his proposal.

“Yes.” You breathlessly acquiesced, laughing at his valiant efforts.

His smile widened at your answer, and he carefully grasped the side of your face before pulling you down into a tender kiss.

Although you were wholly unprepared, the kiss felt strangely familiar. His lips were devastatingly soft, and the uproar of the stadium became more distant as you both surrendered to the deepening kiss. It was as if you had been waiting to kiss each other your whole lives, and as the seconds slowly ticked by, you decided that you would never not want to be kissing him. 

When you were nearly out of breath and forced to break apart, Yuji stared at you in awe, his light brown eyes helplessly fanning over your face and settling on your mutually dazed expression.

“Oh wow.”

The ruckus of those in the rest of the stands was deafening, and you turned to witness your date storming off.

“Woops, didn’t mean to make your boyfriend mad.” Yuji winced. 

“Not my boyfriend, just a bad blind date.” You quickly interjected, spinning back to meet his hopeful gaze.

A mischievous grin crossed Yuji’s features as his coach began yelling at him to get back to the dugout in time for the next inning.

He ignored the shouts, clicking his tongue, “That so? Can I get your number then?” 

You thought for a moment before coyly pressing a finger against his forehead, “When you win the game.” 

He smirked without another word and jumped back down to the field, dusting his hands off and promptly returning to the bench.

The game ended with the Sorcerers scoring 10 to 2 against the Curses and your number tucked into Yuji’s back pocket.

Your phone animatedly buzzed as you made your journey back to your car, and you guessed he had texted you as soon as he made it into the locker room. Butterflies filled your stomach as you glanced at your phone, your heart squeezing at the message displaying on the screen.

Hey, it’s Yuji! You should come to the next game, I think your kisses are lucky :) Let’s try that new restaurant on main street after?

_________________

End Notes:

This is superrr short and sweet but ack I l o v e it!! I like couldn’t stop thinking about this scenario and thought Yuji would be perfect for it :) I love him💞🥰🥰

thanks for reading<3 

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[cavillanche]

Take Me Out (Kiss Cam Clint)

Your best friend, Clint Barton, takes you to a ballgame. What happens when the kiss cam won't leave the two of you in peace?

Rated T ~1,200 words

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It wasn't often that a mission ended early, without complication. No one was injured, there was no long debriefing. Everything had gone smoothly, and Fury gave the team the rest of the time off.

Clint knocked on your door and held up two tickets.

"What are those?"

He sang "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" as he swayed his hips side to side, and you laughed.

"Come in."

"You up for some baseball?"

"What happened to your mission?"

"All done. I'm free for a few days. Last time we talked you said you'd never been to a live game, so..." He waved the tickets and you grabbed for them, but he pulled them away. "Get dressed. Game starts in an hour."

--

You scanned the stadium in awe. It was so much bigger than it looked on television. The sun on your face, the smell of the popcorn, the grass... it was an experience all its own.

Clint led you to your seats, right behind the home team's dugout.

"These seats are amazing."

"Working for SHIELD has its perks."

Once seated, Clint crossed his ankle over his leg and threw his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his casual embrace and munched on some popcorn.

The two of you cheered and booed along with the crowd as the game progressed. You both moved around, but Clint always found his way back to having his arm around you. It was a default position for you, a comforting connection between two best friends.

As the eighth inning ended, the kiss cam started again. The two of you laughed and awed at the couples on screen until the camera landed on you. Clint shook his head and slashed across his throat with his hand, and you laughed.

"Not dating," he said.

The camera moved on, but came back to you and Clint.

He shook his head again. "Not dating," he said louder.

"You know they can't hear you, right?"

"They apparently don't understand a head shake, either."

When the camera didn't move on, Clint sighed and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. The crowd around you clapped, and the camera moved on, but was soon on you and Clint again. He let out a low growl.

"Oh, son-of-a-bi—"

Clint grabbed your face in both hands. His last word still clung to his lips as they met yours, leaving his mouth open just a little. You laughed as the crowd around you cheered, but then there was a shift. Clint's lips pulled away just a bit before pressing more firmly, and his thumb brushed your cheek. The sounds of the crowd faded as you kissed him back, pressing a hand to his chest and sliding it up to his neck.

Clint pulled away just enough to break the kiss and look into your eyes. You could almost see the wheels in his head turning. He leaned back in his seat and put his arm around you again. As you settled against him he kissed your temple and whispered.

"We'll talk later."

You could only nod.

Your mind kept drifting back to the kiss for the rest of the game. You'd never looked at Clint as more than a friend. Obviously he was attractive, sexy even, but he was Clint.

But that kiss. Something changed. When you looked into his eyes after that kiss you saw more than a friend. He was suddenly more than Clint, the goofy, sarcastic buddy that never let you down. He was Clint, the man you wanted to kiss you again.

But he went back to watching the game.

You were thankful you'd taken his motorcycle to the stadium. There wouldn't be any awkward silence on the ride home.

The awkward silence came as he followed you up to your apartment. You let him inside and went about putting away your things before he finally spoke.

"Why haven't we done that before?"

You shrugged. "You've never shown up on my doorstep with tickets before."

"Not the damn ballgame."

You glanced at him before looking back at the floor. He was standing there with his baseball cap in his hands, fiddling with the edges.

"The kiss." He whispered your name and took a step closer to you. "Why haven't we done that before?"

"Because friends don't kiss that way."

Clint nodded. "No, I guess they don't."

He tossed his hat onto the coffee table and grabbed your wrist, then he pulled you against his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Ending our friendship."

Clint moved in slowly as he spoke, giving you time to stop him if you wanted to, but you didn't want to stop him. His eyes searched yours until your lips met, then you melted into him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, and he sighed into your mouth.

He cupped your face in his hands, deepening the kiss before he wrapped you in his arms.

"We're stupid," you whispered against his lips.

"Idiots."

He backed you toward the sofa and lay you down, his hips settling between your legs in a way that made you moan.

"Shit," he breathed out as he buried his face in your neck. "That sound."

You kissed his neck and shoulder until he pulled back and stared down at you.

"Let's slow down," he whispered.

"What?"

"Our entire relationship changed with that kiss. Let's not jump in head first."

"Second thoughts?"

He cupped your face with one hand and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

"Sweetheart, every part of me is screaming to keep going." He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "But I don't want to wreck what we already have."

"Me either."

"I love you too much to mess this up."

You could only grin, your cheeks burning.

Clint chuckled. "Are you blushing?"

"It's stupid."

"Tell me."

You hesitated.

"Tell me, or I'll find that ticklish spot on your side and—"

"Ok! Ok." You still hesitated.

"Well?"

"You told me you love me."

"I've told you that a bunch of times."

You covered your face. "I know. It's just—"

Clint pulled your hands away. "What?"

"It felt different."

"Maybe it was."

You ran the tips of your fingers over his lips.

"I love you, too."

You barely had time to move your fingers from his lips before he kissed you. His hand rested on your hip, squeezing just enough to pull a whimper from you.

"I never thought we'd be doing this."

Clint ran his nose along yours. "It feels like the most natural thing in the world."

"It really does."

He shook his head. "Absolute idiots. The both of us."

You laughed, and Clint sat up, pulling you with him.

"Have dinner with me tonight."

"Weren't we doing that anyway?"

"Yeah, but that was dinner with best-friend-Clint. You've never had dinner with boyfriend-Clint."

"Boyfriend?"

"Too soon?"

"Not at all." You smiled, and Clint actually blushed. "Ok, boyfriend-Clint. It's a date."

#Jeremy Renner #Clint Barton #Hawkeye #Clint Barton fic #Hawkeye fic #Jeremy Renner fic #my fic #I made this

[gallavichfanficlibrary]

This might be kinda niche, but do you guys know any gallavich fics involving baseball? It can either be them as baseball players, or just that one place they meet up under the bleachers near the baseball field. Fluff, angst or smut is all welcome, thank you :)

As niche as it is, there are actually tons of fun fics involving baseball, and especially involving the bleachers/dugouts :)

Love is a Ballfield - Ian and Mickey are teammates on a Triple-A baseball club where they bond over their similar life circumstances.

Bullets, Blunts and Baseball - Friends to lovers baseball AU.

Captured Effortlessly - Ian and Mickey met at the baseball field when they were kids and became sort of friends.

That A Little Too Gay for You? - S2. Ian invites Mickey to a baseball game, a few homophobic White Sox fans make it more difficult for them to have a good time.

looked like a teenage runaway - Ian is seventeen when he moves to the South Side. Lip tells him to stay away from the wrong people, but no one remembers to warn him not to fall in love with the neighborhood thug. (He and Mickey spend a lot of time under the bleachers.)

meet me at our spot - a 5+1 about ian and mickey's time spent beneath the high school bleachers.

Ian and Mickey watching Yev playing baseball: Little League and Dugout Days, KoolAid, Yevgeny Makes Three.

Three fics about Ian and Mickey landing in a kiss cam during baseball games: Totally Worth it, Kiss Cam'd, Sports Game.

Here are some more fics featuring dugouts that we listed before :)

#dugouts #baseball au #canon divergent #baseball

[all-things-aloto]

The Dugout

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((Temp placeholder for Dwayne while I find him a new person. This guy is currently winning))

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CRACK 

The sound of the bat echoed across the park as it smacked into the white ball and sent it souring through the summer-evening sky. Without even acknowledging the distance, the batter took off in a run, long legs traveling as fast as they could around the bases. First. Second. Third….At the last stretch, the player dove for Home. 

 “SAFE!” 

 The catcher shouted, swinging their arms in the usual X shape as the player slid across the plate and laid there for a moment. Only a second after his hand touched the white plastic, the ball had barely missed his helmet. Smirking into the orange dirt, he pushed himself up again and for a moment all sound was drowned out by the uproar from the crowd. Dwayne felt most at home when he was playing. Usually he was the pitcher, knocking batters out left and right but once the coach realized he could hit and run as fast as he could, he became an asset to the team. 

Walking back to the dugout he dusted himself off and picked up the small orange capped Gatorade lid, squirting the blue liquid into his mouth and took a few minutes to breathe. From behind him, he heard his adopted mom screaming his name louder than anyone ever had. It had been a chaotic year and a half for him. He’d been the shaggy haired creature appearing in southern Illinois from Detroit after finding out his father had another family down south. He wanted to confront the man he called father but ended up finding another abandoned family in worse shape than he was. When he’d tried talking to his mother, she believed he’d walked out like his no good father and she didn’t want him to come back. Seventeen years old, body like an adult but still an angry, unwanted child. 

Angela had taken him in and though it took a bit, he and his half-brother Kael became friends, and then classmates. Dwayne was 6ft, with dark eyes and darker hair and one of the girls he hung around referred to him as a puppy that had been left out in the rain for too long, though he wasn’t entirely sure what that had meant at the time. He honestly still had no idea. His personality was dry and he fashioned himself as a loner, mostly in order to keep himself from being strung out and pulled in too many directions. He liked people, but it took time for him to want to be around them. His mother used to tell people he was depressed and would hurt himself for attention, neither of which were true, but it was just another example of her failing him. 

It had been a chance encounter near the baseball practice fields that had gotten him his place on the team only a few months after he started school with Kael. He was a little behind at 17, but it hadn’t taken him much time to catch up. He had been sitting outside, smoking a cigarette and reading one of the textbooks for his English class when a baseball was knocked over the fence and it would have hit him in the head, had he not caught it. Without really even paying attention, cigarette pressed between his lips and one earphone covering his ears. He had heard Cam shout for him to hand it back and without a thought he’d stood and thrown it back with enough force to make the other boy shake his hand. He’d played off and on in Detroit but with no one coming to his games and no money for the equipment he’d given up on that dream. The coach had come to talk to him and he had tried to shrug it off as something he wasn’t interested in but the man was somewhat insistent. He had brought it up over dinner the same night and while Angela wasn’t exactly made of money either, she had told Dwayne that if he wanted to play, to go for it and she’d be at the games to support...if he wanted. Before long, he was a star pitcher right out of the gate but once the coach realized he was also a demon at bat, he had a pretty well rounded place on the team and even more shocking, his adoptive mother was at every game, and if she wasn’t, Kael would record it for her.  

As he set down his bottle again, Dwayne’s eyes scanned the playing field, laughing as a bat broke for the other team yet the ball didn’t go nearly as far as his had. Turning his attention to the far end of the field he was distracted for a moment by the cheerleaders from their opponent, O’Fallon High School, who’s coach saw any game as an excuse for the girls to practice, not just the football games. They were on O’Fallon turf tonight, and for a moment he found the game fading into the background as he watched the head cheerleader. Under the bright fluorescent spotlights she was tall, slender and toned well enough though his attention was more on her hair and her eyes. It felt for a moment as though the game faded away entirely as he looked at her, watching her bounce around with the other girls to whatever cheer they were doing. He became very aware suddenly that Toby Markham was talking to him and he shook his head, pulling his eyes away from the girl across the field. 

“That’s Lilly...Barnes I think.” 

“Hmm?” 

“The girl you’re staring at. She’s the captain of the cheerleading squad here at O’Fallon...Andy’s friends with her, you remember him right?” 

“Yeah.” 

Andy Bohner, now Summers, had been a student at Belleville East around the same time Dwayne had started but because of his housing situation changing he had moved somewhere closer. Dwayne searched the bleachers across from them and thought he might have seen Andy sitting with a few others but he couldn’t be sure, and for the most part, Lilly still had his attention. There were a few more innings to go before the game was over, O’Fallon had lost, though it was just barely and they’d ended up in overtime twice. As the teams passed one another in their congratulatory lines, Dwayne’s attention once again found Lilly and this time they actually locked eyes. It was brief but it was enough for him to decide to go talk to her, though already he was telling himself that there was no way she was single or would even give him the time of day. He didn’t consider himself to be that attractive, all things considered. His half-brother Kael had the brooding look to him, just as tall but skinnier and all dark goth poet. Dwayne was a only a few inches shorter than Kael, but he had shorter hair and dark eyes which were set back a little deeper, he always looked like he was on the verge of or had been crying, even though he never was. Dwayne opened his team jersey so the white shirt beneath it was exposed and walked over to the small group of girls where Lilly and another one had gathered with a few of the other players and some of the other students as well. He nodded his head to Andy who did the same and immediately introduced him before Dwayne even had a chance. 

“Hey! Dwayne...this is Lilly, Roxie, Chloe, Darnell and Ben...Um guys...Dwayne is one of my friends from Belleville.” 

“Hey...you’ve got a mean arm, man.” Dwayne gave a curt smile to Darnell at the compliment and shrugged it off. 

“Thanks” He wasn’t really great with taking a compliment, he never knew what to say. Instead he turned his attention to Lilly and the redhead beside her who looked him up and down before turning to get something out of the car. 

“Lilly...right?” He liked the way her name felt on his tongue and wondered what it was like moaning it. He cleared his throat softly. 

“Yeah...” Her voice was heavenly and caught him off guard. Being so close to her he was now getting a much better look at her and all he could think about was how he wanted to tangle his fingers in her silky hair and kiss her pouty lips. It took him a second before he spoke again, and it was a giggle that brought him back and made him realize they were just standing there as he awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other. 

“Can I talk to you for a second?” 

“Sure...what’s up?” Well she didn’t immediately tell him she had a boyfriend, and her friend only patted her on the shoulder, giving her a nudge towards him playfully. Dwayne wasn’t good at talking to girls, or really anyone but he was trying for the sake of not being the creeper who went home and thought about the girl he never even spoke to. Dwayne wanted to get her away from everyone else but at the same time didn’t want to come off strange to her. 

“I was watching you guys tonight, your team is really good.” Better than theirs but that’s probably why O’Fallon High had one of the highest rated cheerleading teams in the state. That wasn’t really what he wanted to say and mentally cursed himself before speaking again. “I...eh. Would you wanna go out sometime?” 

He watched her face, but his mind was lost in wanting to run his fingers down her body, carefully teasing over her shoulders as he caressed her skin. He blinked, suddenly realizing he hadn’t in a minute or two and swallowed a lump in his throat. She was looking over him too, no doubt taking into account that he was covered in dirt, dust and a little blood from a bad slide where he’d hit his lip on the plate. He had already been expecting her to say no, so her “sure” had caught him off-guard. 

“Wait... Really? Alright...um...how about...what is today?” He paused for a minute, trying to remember that it was Wednesday. “How about Saturday? We could go to the Rink? Can I get your number?” 

She’d actually said yes, holy shit. The rest of the ride home with the team was a bit of a blur, he’d heard the coach congratulating them on winning and then turned the talk to ‘we wouldn’t have if it weren’t for x, y, and z’ but it had gone in one ear and out the other. His mom, Angela for all intents and purposes was his mother and he tended to refer to her as such, ordered pizza when they got home for dinner, she had been working so much lately she hadn’t had time to cook. She apologized but he’d shaken his head, it didn’t matter to him what they ate. Before she went to take care of the baby she congratulated him again. 

He took her praise to heart as he always did and went down the hall into the bathroom to get cleaned up. His uniform would go into the washer tonight to get the blood and grime off of it, ready for the next game the following day with another team, this time at home. He started the shower and peeled off his uniform, tossing it to the side and looked in the mirror. He was a mess and still somewhat surprised that any girl had agreed to go out with him. He’d had a girlfriend, albeit briefly, but had given her up because her real love was Kael and it was mutual. He was an asshole but not that much of one. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he stepped into the shower and hissed at the still cold water. 

“Mom! The damn water heater is fucking up again!” He heard her curse from the hall but her muttering about the plumber was drowned out by the sound of the pipes suddenly clunking and suddenly getting hot all at once. He jumped and pressed his body into the corner of the shower, turning the heat down again just a touch. It took a minute or two before the pipes clunked again and the water turned a more moderate warm. “Fuck.” He tested the water with his hand and finding it more manageable stepped back under it again. For the most part, Dwayne spent the majority of his shower staring off in space, thinking over the game and intermittently he would think back to Lilly. He wondered what her lips tasted like, if her skin was really as soft as it looked and if her brown eyes always had that fire he’d seen in them tonight. 

Once he was clean he stepped out of the shower, trying to make sure he left enough hot water for everyone else in the family. Their apartment was small but it worked out well enough, you just had to time some things to make sure everyone got what they needed. Looking down the hall as he opened the door, Kael was on the phone with his girlfriend, Tiana, in the living room, talking about god knows what but it was soft and sweet. Down the other side, Angela was singing a lullaby to the baby and there were soft giggles coming from their sister. She was only about six months old now, the man who’s DNA she shared was out of the picture, though seeing as Dwayne had broken his Louisville Slugger against the side of his head, it wasn’t all that sad. It just meant that Angela now had three kids in her house, and no one who seemed to want any part of it that didn’t involve knocking her around first. He laughed to himself as he crossed the hall into his room. He and Kael used to share a room but after it looked like he was going to be staying, Angela was nice enough to give up her office to him. The room itself was standard for a teenage boy, and the bedroom set was pretty nice despite being found for a pretty high discount at Value City. He turned on the lamp beside his bed and sat down on the edge of the bed with his towel still around his waist before bringing his legs up onto the bed and laid down on his back. 

Biting his lower lip, his fingers danced around his abdomen a moment before he tilted his head back and slowly curled his fingers around his cock. His mind was awash with a lot of things before he finally settled on something that made his dick twitch in his hand. Her brown hair falling over her shoulders like a cascade, one of his hands curled in it while he had her back pushed against the wall, his lips crushed against hers. He could taste her sweat as he moved his mouth down along her jaw, carefully nipping at the skin, not to leave a mark but just to feel her pushed against him. Lilly would gasp as he moved his mouth down along her neck, flicking his tongue over one of her nipples as his hands moved from her hair and down over her body, teasing along her stomach before he looped his fingers under the waist of her jeans, pushing them down ever so slowly, tempting her mouth with his own again, making her beg for his touch. As he stroked himself he created the image in his head, breathing a bit heavier at the thought of skimming his tongue over her stomach before he would move between her legs, opening them enough that he could dip his tongue into her and taste her wetness and flick his tongue over her clit, growling against her as he lapped at her like a starving kitten trying to get at its mothers’ teet. 

He wouldn’t go too fast, he did want her to come but he wanted to savor the moment, edge her to the end and then reel her in again, As he focused on her clit he would flick his tongue once in a while down inside of her, rolling it slightly so he could get it just right to taste the warm juice dripping out of her before returning to her clit again, sucking at it and once in a while nipping at it with one of his teeth. He would make her come like that, taking it in stride as he worked her body against him and wouldn’t let her pull him up until he had cleaned her up again. Wiping his mouth he would push himself against her, crushing her mouth against his own.   

Dwayne was breathless when he came and bit into his bottom lip to stifle himself as he opened his eyes, his forehead beaded with sweat. Swallowing, he let the grip he had on himself go and wiped his hand on the towel that was now only resting under him. He let out a sharp breath and pushed himself up, using the towel to clean himself off again and tossed it into the hamper across the room, getting dressed slowly. His mind was still racing at the thought of going out with her now and wanting make that daydream a reality. It was going to be a long week until Saturday. As he walked out of his room, pulling a shirt over his head he heard Kael paying for the pizza and picked up a slice before flipping his phone around in his hand and texted the number Lilly had given him. 

Hey, it’s Dwayne... from Belleville....I’m looking forward to our date. How’s 5 sound?

#Andrew Lee Potts #Character

[twiststreet]

Always Good Dept.: 15 pitches ends with a walk with the bases loaded, and when they come back from commercial, they just show "Coverage Cam” of the pitcher trying to punch out his home-field dugout.  He’s like hitting something repeatedly... feels better than a home run to watch.

#dodgers #i think the dugout won so he lost that battle too

[somesunnyda-y]

They do it literally every game but I'm still gonna freak out over Cam and Ashton sitting together in the dugout

#story time: #so when i went to the thunder v scorchers game last season #the cameraman really loved panning to the dugout #and every time he did #cam would just flash a peace sign #((i live my baby boy okay he's so fucking cUTE)) #and this was going on for a while #but thEN #ashton came and sat down next to him #and for the rest of the innings #whenever they showed the dugout on the big screen #cam would just be talking/looking at ashton with the cutest expression #and you can imagine how much i was freaking out #because i lOVE THESE TWO IDIOTS SM YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND #story time over #wooo let's go scorchers!! #bbl09

[haunthouse]

5 for the telephone siblings?

things you didn’t say at all / writing prompts. content warnings: strained sibling relationships, death, the identity issues that come with being an alternate. uh. this one got long and it got sad. also on ao3!

“Seb, you’re gonna wanna see this.”

It’s not a sentence that’s ever preceded anything good, in Sebastian’s experience, and there’s a small, petty part of him that wants to turn his back out of spite, say I will not look, walk out of the locker room and go home. His Steaks, the ones he was with three years ago, pointed at the decree results and said the same thing, moments before he was ripped between realities — and now, when these Steaks say Seb, he knows they aren’t talking to him but to the ghost of the Sebastian he replaced.

It gives him a headache if he thinks about it too much, makes something swirling-sick spark up in his gut. If he doesn’t think about it, it’s like he’s forgetting the world he left behind. There’s no good options, no happy medium, just static droning on and on under darkened skies.

August’s still staring at him, so he fights the urge to run away back with a stick and looks where she’s pointing. The TV mounted on the wall. It’s tuned to the splorts network, tuned to —

Canada. Moist Talkers versus Pies; their game of the day offset from the Steaks’, still going on an hour after the Steaks’ game had come to an end. He thinks August’s pulling a prank until the view switches to a shaky-cam close-up on a murder of crows so thick he can’t see past them, until they part, until out from the swarm steps his sister. She limps to the dugout, leaving the peanut shell in pieces on the field behind her — and despite the shakiness of her steps, she grins a movie-star grin directly into the nearest camera.

Sebastian feels sick.

***

It isn’t that he’s not happy for Jessica.

Sebastian imagines it isn’t fun to be trapped in a shell. Sebastian imagines it’s a little like being trapped in a shadow — not the shadows, like Townsend, but constantly ignored in favor of a sister or a god. Same thing, when it comes down to it.

Maybe that’s an unfair thing to think. Maybe comparing Jess to the god that trapped her there is cruel; maybe comparing himself to her is self-serving at best; maybe it doesn’t matter. The Steaks seemed shocked, when he appeared, that he didn’t fawn over his sister’s every move. Jess seemed shocked, too. Sebastian feels a little bad for whatever former version of himself was here — a version who didn’t seem to want anything more than being the second of two, the lesser Telephone twin.

He’s a little jealous, too. From the stories he’s heard, it seems like this version of himself and his sister were much closer; maybe he genuinely hadn’t minded being in her shadow, maybe he’d celebrated her. Maybe they hadn’t traded jabs every time they were on the field together and meant most of the awful things they said about each other. Maybe they’d actually loved each other; didn’t just say they did.

Sebastian — this Sebastian, the only one who’s here, the one who can’t stop thinking about how he’s not the right version of himself and not the right Telephone and his stats might be better than the old one but clearly that doesn’t actually matter to anyone else — hadn’t spoken to his Jessica in years, when he disappeared. When he was replaced with the other one, he can only assume.

He’d always kind of wondered what it would be like to have a sister he was friends with. They’d fought too much for that to ever be more than an idle daydream, one he would shake himself out of quickly — there was no use in it, even if it would be nice.

(Maybe he’s more than a little jealous.)

But — but — but. But here’s it’s in reach. Here Jess smiles at him when they pass each other on the field, even if it is always a little grief-tinged. He hasn’t been rude to her, but he also hasn’t been kind. He doesn’t call.

And when she’d been shelled, the Steaks had given him condolences like he was the Sebastian they used to know, even knowing he wasn’t. He’d been — not sad, not really, but something more complicated than that. The bitter joy of being the only Telephone mixed with the regret — his chance to reach out taken, too late, not enough, gone. She’d tried calling him a few times, back in season five, and he’d stopped answering the phone, let it ring once and hit end call, not even giving the illusion that he’d just missed it and would call back later — and maybe that was cruel, maybe that was just leftover animosity towards his Jessica, maybe he should have been kinder.

He’d assumed she wouldn’t be coming out of the shell, or that she would be someone else, when she did. The gods don’t do anything without consequence attached.

He hadn’t expected to feel grief at the thought.

Now that she’s back — and with a two-run homer on her first at-bat; he tries to steer his reaction more towards good job, Jess, away from showoff — all those swirled-together emotions make a model volcano somewhere in his gut, threatening to blow.

Sebastian fights back the urge to run, sits himself on one of the sofas in the stadium’s den and watches the game play out. The Steaks give him distance. He tugs at a loose thread on his jersey until there’s a hole in it; he’ll have to get Conner to help him sew it back together before the next game, but he keeps worrying at it anyways, because the harm is already done and he might as well. Jess hits a two-run homer and takes the Pies from losing to victory, and smiles even as she looks like she’s about to collapse.

Leach Herman, from the other sofa, as the TV drones on about the birds and the shell and the league’s star: “You gonna call her?”

Sebastian’s still blinking at Jess’ face on the TV. Takes a moment to process Herman’s words, and another to process that they’re said to him. “I don’t know,” he says.

The rest of the Steaks leave quickly. Game’s over; the excitement of an unshelling has calmed; the Garages’ game is over for the day, too, so no risk of beaning-related news filtering in. Home game means they can all go home. Sebastian still doesn’t know how to feel at home here, so he spends most of his time in the stadium; plays games on the den’s TVs when the rest of the team has filtered out, or reads the comics Greenlemon leaves scattered across the common areas.

Leach is an alternate twice-over, so she gets it more than most. Sometimes she sticks around. They tell each other about the places they came from.

(Her home sounds like a nightmare, and as such, she’s adjusted far better than he has to this new world. His wasn’t ideal, but he was happy there. He knew where he stood, there.)

“Far be it from me to tell you what to do,” she says, which means she’s about to tell him what to do. It’s hard to read her expression, but from the tilt of her head, she’s deep in thought for a moment before continuing. “But I saw you when she was shelled. That first moment, realizing what it meant, that she might be gone — I’ve lost a lot of people, Sebastian. You almost lost her, and didn’t realize it would hurt until it was done.”

“Wow,” Sebastian says. “Jesus, Leach. Are you a mind-reader or something?”

“Only sometimes,” she says, which, ominous. “You’re not very subtle, though. Your emotions show on your face.”

“Cool,” Sebastian says, half-sarcastic but too soft for it to come across.

“Think about it,” Leach says, standing up. “Her place on the idolboard has hardly shifted. It’s possible she’ll go back again at the end of this season.”

“I’ll think about it,” Sebastian says, and he means it.

***

The Steaks beat the Garages the next day, and the Pies win their own game in Charleston, and Sebastian hits the call button before he gives himself time to second-guess.

“Seb?”

Jess’ voice sounds the same as he remembers, from both his world and the Jess who’d called him after he’d been swapped. Jess’ voice sounds mostly the same, but it’s hoarse, like she was screaming the whole two months she was trapped. He wonders if anyone outside the shell would’ve heard, if she had been, and feels a pang of awful guilt for the thought.

“Hi, Jess,” he says, and wills his voice to stay steady, and half-succeeds. “I, uh. I saw you were back? And I wanted to say — uh, congratulations, I guess?”

“You called,” she says, slowly.

“Yeah,” he says. “I called.”

“Thank you,” she says, and it’s almost diplomatic, like she’s weighing her words before saying them, which — really, he hasn’t given her much reason not to. Another pang of guilt. “But why? It’s been — it’s been a while.”

(Echoes of that first time she’d called him after he’d been swapped, and had acted as if they talked constantly, had said she was worried when he hadn’t called to fill her in on the election results. He doesn’t remember exactly what he’d said, but it was something like Why are you calling me, Jess, you haven’t called me in five years. He’d hung up on her, then. He wonders what would have changed if he hadn’t.)

“I don’t know, I was just — I was thinking, while you were in there? I didn’t think I’d get another chance to talk to you. And I might not be the Sebastian you grew up with, but — I was never close to the Jess I grew up with, and I thought, it would’ve been nice, if I’d taken the chance to get close to you, when you offered.” He’s rambling. He’s not giving himself enough air between words; he takes a shaky breath, continues. “And now you’re out, and I just… thought I should say hi.”

There’s a moment of silence long enough that he checks to make sure she hasn’t hung up. The background-static of the call still thrums somewhere at the back of his skull, and her name is still written in bold letters on the screen of his phone.

“Sorry, it was — I was in there a while, I don’t know if I remember how to talk to people,” Jess says. “Hi. It’s good to hear your voice, Seb.”

There’s so much warmth to that single sentence that it makes him want to cry.

Instead, he takes a deep breath, sinks further into the couch he’s settled himself on. “We’re playing the Pies next week,” he says. “Can we go for lunch before a game, or something?”

“Yeah,” she says immediately. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“Cool,” Seb says.

“You’re playing the Garages tomorrow,” Jess says. She says it like it means something, and he knows it does — because it’s not just the Garages, they played the Garages today and it was fine; it’s their undead pitcher, it’s the body count attached. “I caught myself up on everything that’s happened. Hotdogfingers. The debts.”

“Yeah, it’s been — it hasn’t been fun. She got Marco and Sam the second week, and — they’re alright, they survived, but a lot of people didn’t.”

“Be careful? Please. I can’t l—” and she cuts off, but he gets the gist. Can’t lose him again. Because it was a loss, for her, when he showed up and replaced the other-him. “Just be careful.”

“Always am,” he says. It’s a lie. A joke. She wonders if he knows enough about him to know that.

“I have to go practice,” she says. He can hear a smile in her voice, and he realizes very quickly that he’s never heard that tone from this Jess before. It’d been years, when he swapped, since he’d heard it from his own Jess. “But I’ll see you next week, alright? Day seventy-three. Just call me when you get to Philly.”

“Looking forward to it,” he says, and it’s the truth. “Bye, Jess.”

“Bye, Seb.”

***

The next day, Jaylen Hotdogfingers aims a fastball directly at Sebastian’s chest, knocks him flat on the ground. He has to take a long moment in the dirt to catch his breath. The umpire looks like they want to incinerate him just for taking that moment, for delaying play at all before he drags himself to the dugout, sits heavily next to Leach.

She does him the courtesy of not asking if he’s alright.

He isn’t. He saw Sam and Marco go through instability and come out unscathed and thought, foolishly, that it would be easy. They hadn’t seemed any different after being hit. They’d looked exactly the same; perhaps a little more wild-eyed, but the game does that to people.

He looks down at his hand and it has smoke coming off of it already. The smoke before the fire. Events in the wrong direction, happening the wrong way.

“Do you see that?” he whispers to Leach. Holds his hand out in front of her.

“Your hand?” She tilts her head in what might be concern. “It’s the same as it was before.”

He yanks it back into his lap as if it’s been scalded by the words. He’s nervous enough without feeling burnt, even metaphorically.

He should call Jess after the game, he thinks. If something happens to him, she deserves to know beforehand. On the other hand — the video of three Steaks being struck by pitches won’t be plastered over every blaseball news website for the next twenty-four hours, and he knows she checks those religiously, has every stat and every schedule memorized. He’s seen her mouthing her opponents’ stats to herself when the Steaks play the Pies; some of them are numbers he’s never heard of in metrics he can’t fathom, even though they must exist applied to him, somewhere. 

She’ll find out. He’d be surprised if she didn’t know already.

He thinks, in the infield, at the plate, on the bench, about the pros and cons of calling and not calling. Pros: he could talk to her again. The weather forecast is predicting another eclipse in the next few days, and he feels feverish under his skin, like the fire’s just waiting to engulf him. She cares in a way his Jess never did, has replaced all the distance that used to characterize the idea of siblings in his mind with something else, and it’s taken him this long to even start to wrap his head around that.

She doesn’t want to lose him again. She’d been best friends with the other Sebastian.

And that leads him to the cons: it seems unbearably cruel to try to be her friend if he’s only going to die. If they won’t even be able to see each other in Philly, go out for lunch like he promised — the lack of closure might kill her, too. He thinks about the swirling storm of regrets he’d had when she’d been shelled, and thinks about the hopelessness of an incineration. No chance of being pecked free by birds.

He just has to survive the next week. Then he’ll call, and they’ll go out to lunch together. He can apologize for assuming she was the same as the Jess in his world, at first; he can apologize for pushing her away; he can apologize for not calling, as long as he survives.

When Jess calls him after the game, he lets it ring and ring. He does not listen to the voicemail she leaves.

***

Two days later, Sebastian Telephone is incinerated.

#leonstamatis #blaseball #blaseball fic #jessica telephone #sebastian telephone #SO THIS ONE GOT LONG #ty for the prompt i hope you were expecting it to be terribly sad

[theresthesnitch]

For the writers ask, the campfire scene in Three Strikes is just everything but my mind also keeps coming back to the whole sequence where Lily goes to James's game. I suppose what both scenes have in common is this amazing tension and gentle affection between the two of them.

Oh god, I kind of forgot about this scene. I'm so glad you mentioned it. I really love it too. This is one scene I added after I started writing TS, and I'm so, so glad I did.

Send me an ask!

Lily waved at James, who waved back. She reached up to her shoulder and pinched the fabric between her forefinger and thumb, lifting slightly as though saying, I wore it, see? James mimed clutching his heart and stumbling slightly, which made Lily laugh. She heard an “aw” go around the stadium, and looked up in surprise. She was so focused on seeing James again that she had forgotten they were currently being watched by everyone. James seemed to forget too, and Lily saw a blush spread across his cheeks that was even evident from this far away.

He then looked over to his right where the coach must have said something. A genuine smile broke out over his face, and suddenly he was running toward the stands. He jumped up onto the dugout and into the stands, and Lily came down the steps to meet him. James pulled her into a big bear hug, and she found she didn't even mind the little bit of sweat she could feel through his shirt.

"Thank you for coming." He said it against her ear, and she felt her heart warm at his words. He pulled back and looked down at her. "You look amazing."

"What, this old thing? Actually, if I had known we were going to be matching, I would have worn something else. We may feature in a 'who wore it best' article tomorrow, and I think I might win."

James smiled his crinkle-eyed smile again. "Oh, you definitely win, but please don't change. I can handle the bad press of being the second best in this one."

Just then, Lily heard the chant that was building through the stands. James heard it too, and looked around with his mouth slightly open. Lily looked over to the screen, where they were featured in the middle of a big pink heart. The kiss cam.

The crowd continued chanting. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

James looked down at her in surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t think about this.”

Lily smiled. “It’s okay. We can, if you want to. No pressure though. I know it’s in the rules.” James’s face clouded over, and Lily could see his brain whirling. The crowd was getting rowdier. “I know it wouldn’t mean anything. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just for the press, right?”

“Right.” James wasn’t smiling anymore. His eyes were blazing as he looked down at her. Then, his head was dipping down to meet hers. Lily heard the chanting stop and the crowd began cheering like crazy as his lips came closer to hers.

The sound of the crowd died down. A moment before his lips touched hers, he moved just to the right. He kissed the corner of her lips. It was close enough that everyone around them would think that he had kissed her, but it was far enough to the side that it was still following the rules.

Those fucking rules.

James was pulling back and looking down at her with a gentle smile on his face. “Come meet me by the locker rooms after the game? I’ll let them know to let you through.” Lily nodded, and James was gone. Even though he hadn’t actually kissed her, she felt a little empty at the loss of his touch. The roar of the crowd came back, and Lily realized that they hadn’t stopped cheering, but she stopped hearing it.

Lily made her way back up a few steps to where Remus, Alice, and Frank were already taking their seats. She plopped down in the seat next to Remus, grabbed the beer he bought her, and took a deep gulp.

“First kiss?” Remus asked at a whisper low enough that only Lily heard it. She looked at him, trying to process the question and how she could possibly answer it. How could she tell him what had just happened with James? Did she even want to tell him? It occurred to her that she didn’t. She didn’t want to share that, despite all evidence to the contrary, James was still not interested . He was still keeping this wall between them. Lily felt like she was losing herself a little to James, and she wasn’t sure where she would find herself when it was all over.

“Yup.” It was easier. She would tell him. Eventually.

“You okay?”

She looked at him with a broad smile, one that she hoped looked convincing to the crowd around them. “Not even remotely.”

#three strikes #three strikes ask #snitch answers asks

[danlusional]

04 - left hanging

book: Open Heart: Second Year pairing: Rafael Aveiro x f!mc (Camilla Valentine) rating: PG-13 for swearing word count: 973 

note: so i’m back after a while and this one shot idea have been with me for a while too. for a note, i actually HAVENT played the last few ch of OH2 after the baseball game, so it explains why this also took place then but I mixed up what happened after because @cryinginthebackseat still kept me in the loop. i actually cannot wait to see what pb is going to do with OH2 and i do hope they’re taking it seriously with the redo. here’s to all the rafael stans who are still around. 

The dugout was mostly empty, aside from the few players of Edenbrook quietly packing up their stuff. Camilla couldn’t care less about them as her mind stewed over how the match ended. It was complete bull how the umpire ruled out the game, and Mass Kenmore could walk away with a smug grin on their face. Not to mention how everyone now thought Camilla was the biggest asshole in the Boston area.

With rage still running through her whole body, the blond stuffed her things into her backpack and felt her fingers shook as she zipped it close. It was when she turned around to leave that she ran into a silhouette of a man at the entrance of the dugout. “Shit—“, she whispered as she jumped back in surprise.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.”, Rafael quickly blurted out when he saw Camilla’s reaction. “You kinda took a while… So, I wanted to check up on you. Everyone’s waiting for you at the parking lot…”, his words just trailed off as he tried to look at her in the dimmed surrounding. “Are you okay?”

Her breathing was still ragged, both from the surprise and the anger boiling inside of her. It had been a shitty day. It should’ve ended with Edenbrook smearing their win all over the rival’s face but it came to the worst possible ending. “I’m fine.”, Camilla flashed him a tight smile before hitching the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder. “I’m just beat.”

She knew he would’ve known she was lying. Despite whatever their relationship was back then, Rafael knew her. It was genuine, it was deep, it was something Camilla thought both of them wanted for real. It wasn’t the case for him, she guessed.

“You know you can tell me anything, right…? We’re still… Friends.”, his eyes looked down when he said the last word. As if he was trying to not look into her eyes and said it out loud without lying to himself.

“I know but I don’t wanna bother you with my problems. You have your own with your job and everything else. You’re probably also Sora’s place to confide in now.”, Camilla widens her smile to hide the dully throbbing pain she felt in her chest when the other girl was mentioned. “I’ll be fine.”

Within a few seconds, they both could feel the tension that was still lingering whenever they ended up being together alone. There were Elijah or their other friends in between them most of the time ever since the “break up”, but whenever this happened, it was too obvious for them. “Anyway… Let’s go.”, she broke the silence and started making her way out of the dugout.

“Wait.”, Raf stopped her right before she could walk past him. They were now only two steps away from each other. “Can I tell you something first? I haven’t told the others… And I think you should be the one who knows about this.”

Camilla had quite enough surprises from this man. She liked it before, when he made time to greet her during her shift at the hospital with a kiss before he left for a call again, or when he waited for her until she was done working so they could have a date night. Now? Not so much.

“What is it, Raf?”, she tried to sound patient and calm.

He read her like a book and the guilt was apparent on his face before he cleared his throat to deliver the news. “I’m… moving out of town. With Sora. I think a fresh start is needed, you know, after everything with the suspension.”

The news, once again, blew a hole out on her chest. It took Camilla’s breath away for a second with her eyes glued to his face. The moment seemed like it happened in slow motion. “What? But you love Boston. You love the people and your whole life is here!”

“I know and that’s why. I think I needed this, you know?”, he sighed, sounded almost desperate to have Camilla’s understanding. “I lived my life here, built everything here, but look at where it got me.”

“Are you sure about this? How about going back to school? What you told me, about being a therapist? All that?”, her voice now trembled with emotions. Her eyes felt hot with tears welling up. She wished she wouldn’t need to see him every day when he first introduced her to Sora, but now, the prospect of not seeing Rafael ever again hurt her more.

He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say to the girl. “Camilla, I’m sure about this… I’m leaving.”

There was nothing more she could do or say to convince him. They both stood there in silence, only their breaths and the faraway chatters filling in the air. “I just hope… no, I’m wishing you the best. You deserve the best and I’m really hoping that this move and Sora can give you that.”, it took everything in Camilla not to shed a tear in front of him.

She never wanted to in the first place when he broke her heart, not this time as well.

“Cam—“

“No, really. I will be fine, Rafael.”, she took a step back, almost stumbling out of the way. It would be too painful if they touched or if he hugged her. Camilla wouldn’t know how to handle herself if she had the chance to hold him in her arms again, only for him to walk away the next second. “Let’s just go. Everyone’s waiting.”

With no more words, the blond turned around and made her way to where their friends were waiting. It was not like how she imagined but she could only hope that this was the only way she could move on.

#!tg:au #playchoices #pixelberry #open heart #open heart book 2 #rafael x mc #rafael aveiro #i'm just sighs #i really just am praying we'll get something better at august #so this wait and the uproar wasnt in vain

[my-one-love-is-music]

Write 365 Day 68: Fake Dating

Tim stared at his phone’s camera gallery as he waited for Jason to pick him up. Part of him hated himself for the amount of photos he’d saved after seeing pictures of him and Jason at the tennis match floating around all over the internet. 

He was supposed to be ignoring his feelings and finding a way to bury them, not add fuel to the fire because of all of this. But he couldn’t help himself. They looked so happy and cozy together. They really did seem like a real couple no matter how much they were pretending. 

Although, Tim was starting to pretend less and less the more time they spent together. Bruce wouldn’t approve, but he rarely approved of anything that wasn’t his idea. 

Even so, he wasn’t dreading the baseball game. He wasn’t worrying or stressing over his feelings or what might happen between them. He was going to have a good time and he was going to enjoy himself and the time he got to spend with Jason. 

A knock sounded on the door and Tim pushed himself to his feet, striding over to the door. He pulled it open to find Jason grinning down at him. 

“Ready to go?” he asked, baseball cap resting snugly on his head. 

“I’ve been ready, you’re late,” Tim teased, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

“I’m not late, I’m right on time. You were probably just ready super early and think I’m late.” 

“Sure,” Tim teased as they hit the sidewalk and Jason tossed him a spare bike helmet before they settled on his motorcycle. 

Tim wrapped his arms around Jason from behind as the bike rumbled underneath them. He grinned as they took off, weaving through cars and flying down the street to the stadium. 

~~

“Okay, I think we’ve got enough food,” Tim chuckled as Jason handed him a hotdog and soda before taking his own. He already had a bag of roasted nuts cradled in the crook of his arm and was wary of the crowds of kids darting around their legs while they walked to their seats. 

“Nah,” Jason said after taking a deep sip from his soda. “We have to at least get a funnel cake before we leave.” 

“You’re going to give me diabetes,” Tim muttered, tearing off the foil from his hotdog. 

“It’s all part of my devious plan,” Jason said, eyes focusing on the field, the brim of his hat pulled low to keep the setting sun out of his eyes for a little longer now that they were entering the fourth inning. 

“Still trying to kill me, huh?” Tim asked. “I thought you outgrew that part of yourself.” 

Jason chuckled and wrapped his arm around Tim. He glanced in his direction, doing a double-take when he saw Jason had already finished his food. He was surprised he didn’t have heartburn, but leaned into the touch regardless. 

“I did, but I figured that some sugar could do you some good. You’re always so cold towards me, Timbo.” 

Tim hummed. “I’m not acting cold towards you right now. In fact, I think the weight of your arm is making me sweat.” 

“That’s just the summer heat.” 

Tim shook his head and took a sip from his soda, squinting against the glare from the sun. He raised a hand and shielded his eyes, but it didn’t do much against the light. 

“I’ll be right back,” Jason said, pulling his arm away. “I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick.” 

“Sure,” Tim murmured, attention focused on the game as the first baseman inched farther from the plate. 

He leaned forward much like the other spectators around him as they waited for the outcome. Tim expected the pitcher to stay focused on the batter who was up, but in a split second he turned and threw the ball towards first base. Tim blinked, looking around when everyone around him groaned and the runner walked back towards his dugout. 

Some upbeat music started playing and Tim glanced at the screen, watching as the kiss cam intro played. Why they felt the need to have a kiss cam at baseball games he would never understand, but as long as he wasn’t subjected to that he didn’t care. 

Something landed on his head and he raised a hand, turning to find Jason next to him. 

“What?” he asked, feeling the top of a baseball cap on his head while Jason pulled the brim down. “What’s this?” 

“I figured you could use a reminder of tonight’s game. And how much better it is than all those stuffy tennis matches you have to go to.” 

Tim rolled his eyes and adjusted the cap, warmth spreading in his chest. “I already knew this was going to better than those tennis matches. But thanks. I like it.” 

Jason glanced to the side and paused. “Oh shit.” 

Tim followed his gaze and saw the kiss cam had landed on them. “Uhhhh...” he started. 

“Don’t freak out,” Jason muttered as he pulled off his hat and tilted Tim’s head back. 

Before Tim could say anything, Jason pressed his lips to Tim’s. Tim’s eyes slid shut and after a few seconds he pulled away. Tim’s eyes slid open too slowly and he found Jason watching him. 

He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, turning back towards the game. He opened his roasted nuts and popped a couple in his mouth, nearly hiding his face in them when Jason’s arm draped around his shoulders once again. 

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[littlespoonevan]

"#i could talk about the second kiss forever" please do?? ik people love the first kiss but the second one is literally my favorite of their kisses. it gets me for some reason.

anon said: “i could talk about the second kiss forever” god please do that kiss KILLS ME

adslkfh i mean i did kind of talk about it yesterday but let me attempt to be more coherent lmao

first of all, can we please talk about the context of the entire scene???? bc that spooning moment? sent straight from god himself just to satisfy me. they both look so soft and cuddly and comfy and ian burying his nose in the nape of mickey’s neck was the perfect call back to ian’s “i like how he smells” comment from s4. (i’m willing to bet a lot of money that that moment in particular was cam’s doing tbh)

then just. the kiss itself. Ugh. every single thing about it is perfect, all their physical actions and the details are so great. the upside down kiss is always a Great touch but the way they cling to each other and the way mickey leans up into the kiss is so!!!!!!!!!! and don’t even get me started on ian replacing his mouth with the cigarette or mickey’s blissed out smile. honestly there’s just something so flirty but also, long-term-established-relationship about the kiss and i don’t have the words to do describing it justice. it just hits all the right buttons!!!

but i think mainly, i love it so much bc it’s so understated? it’s not the desperate reunion kiss at the docks, it’s not the momentous club kiss, it’s not the goodbye kiss at the border, it’s not their first kiss in the van. it’s just…a “see you later” kind of kiss? like i honestly think that was their first “casual” kiss they ever shared on screen. (but i do think the 5x11 kiss at the dugouts sort of has a similar vibe)even though, obviously it was still v passionate but what i mean is that this scene wouldn’t have been out of place in s10 (or during married life in s11). it could just as easily be ian kissing mickey goodbye in their bedroom when he has to go to work but neither of them wants him to leave, y’know??????? idk, more so than the other Big Deal kisses they’d had previously this just felt very familiar and comfortable and sure 

TL;DR what a fucking good kiss y’all!!!!!!!!!!

#shameless related #galalvich #Anon #asks

[dreamylyfe-x]

Raising a glass...

So, as we go into the wedding weekend (EEEEE!) I've been thinking a lot about how unique this particular ship is. I only recently discovered Gallavich. I watched the first season of Shameless when it was airing and I loved it. Ian was my favourite Gallagher (along with Fiona) and I picked it up again when season two air. But... Butterface. I could not. The show just lost me on that and I didn't go back. Every once in awhile I'd hear whispers of what was up with Fiona and Ian and it was all super sad, so I wasn't tempted to revisit.

Then Tumblr and the aggressive reblogging of Gallavich into my feed. My affection for Ian had never died and I vaaaaaguely recalled Mickey and was a bit surprised to find the character was still there. Crazy. This led to fanvids, which led to supercuts, which led to fast-forwarding 85% of Shameless just to get to the Gallavich parts, and here I am.

So I really want to raise a glass to the people who were here all along. To the ones who spotted the potential (or were just glad to see Ian with another teenager) in season one.

To the ones who noted something special during the dugout scene in season two.

To everyone who got their heart broken by the horrible events of season three -- but who at least got to be right that, yes, these two were mutually totally into each other.

I truly do not know how I would have coped with tuning in to season four and seeing Ian in his manic phase. I think it would have broken my heart. I'm so glad I knew it was coming. Because it's so hard to watch that determined, ambitious kid go to pieces over something he can't control.

And. To every single person who watched season five, where Mickey loved Ian so doggedly through his illness, without any question. Who watched him be so steadfast and loyal, justifying everyone who wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Who had to watch Ian and Mickey fight and make up and slide into the Gallagher living room all smiles, only to have Sammi slice their figurative throat. Because then, after all that, you got hit with BTS drama and this story just got cut off at the knees.

I don't know what it must have been like to have loved them then, and then go through through Noel leaving the show. And then two new boyfriends in seasons six and seven, before Mickey came hurtling back just long enough to remind everyone of just how huge the chasm between Ian with Mickey and Ian with People Who Are Not Mickey was... and then you guys had to to go BACK. To Trevor and Gay Jesus and Cam leaving the show. I mean, he LEFT THE SHOW. And it was nice and all that they brought back Mickey to let him sail off into the sunset. (If you were unspoiled, I bet that moment was amazing. I'm a little bit jealous.) But you know. They were in jail. 

I'm not jealous that you guys, who loved this story so much and who got so much out of it, went through season after season of just not much -- where Mickey was rarely mentioned, and even then, not mentioned with much fond remembrance. Where the story just seemed to end, like it was plucked out of a raging river and dumped into a stagnant pond. That just must have sucked.

So this weekend, I'm happy to watch Gallavich get married, but I'm particularly feeling soft about all the fans whose posts I've been reading and whose gifs I've reblogged, because oh my GOD. You guys have been on a journey. And it was not at all likely that you were going to get this and now it's happening and that's kinda amazing. I'm glad you're all here to enjoy it. I'm weirdly more emotional about seeing people love a fictional couple for ten seasons and then get this validation than I am about anything happening on the show.

But I'm still here for it. So happy Gallavich Wedding Weekend.

#gallavich