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#about the baseball au
tenderlyrenjun · 1 year
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i dont want to be mean bc it seems ure sensitive but u should stop posting previews and work on them. dreaming is the same generic crap that every writer does and its not good.
Well , the entire fic is about 7,5k words without resolution right now - the only things I have written for it are, currently, half scenes, including: the intro (something to introduce jaemin’s major, the season, and the fact that the reader is documenting this season); an intercalary part to basically show the reader shadowing jaemin/them getting to know each other; the half-scene that’s posted; a sex scene at the gym; and an on-field scene that’s, like, half-baseball game and half-post-game sex. idk, I thought it would be cool; my only other sports journalist reader x athlete fics were for Park Jisung (soccer because I like soccer) and Mark Lee (hockey because I also like hockey), but I wanted to finish the Jaemin fic because …, like, idk; I liked the idea; I really like sports fics, and I think uni fics are fun since I’m still in school but okay; idk, I’ll delete it
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ciearcab · 3 months
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baseball scribbles…. save me wolfwood in a jersey … save me …
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hairmetal666 · 1 day
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Everyone in the league knows about Eddie Munson. He has the makings of a great pitcher, except for the fact that his slider has a 75% chance of sliding too high and his fastballs mostly end up in the dirt. His technique is wild, flailing, unrestrained. Which is why Steve is beside himself when he learns about the trade.
The owners, they think that Steve being the best catcher in the league means he can work with Eddie, settle him, make him a real prospect. Steve's input isn't needed with the decision already made, but Munson--with all his tattoos piercings and leather--looks like he'd rather hock a loogie at Steve than take directions from him.
And Steve is the best in the league, the glue that keeps the team together. They're a well-oiled machine, and Eddie is--Eddie is a squeaky wheel.
They meet for the first time, briefly, in the locker room. He's seen the guy before, of course, but now, like this, he can't help but be intrigued by his pale skin and long curls and brown doe-eyes, his lightly muscled frame. And they're in the locker room, Eddie with just a towel around his waist, exposing his toned chest and stomach and the black swirl of his tattoos.
"Steve Harrington!" Eddie reaches out a hand. "Great to meet you, man."
"You too. Excited to have you with us." The handshake is quick and firm and Steve is trying not to be surprised about how excited and genuine the guy sounds, keep his mind away from thinking of how Eddie is naked aside from the towel.
With only a few weeks until the start of the regular season, Eddie starts pitching to Steve. And Steve, he so expects Eddie to fight and grumble and refuse, that his head sort of spins when, on the first day, Eddie claps him on the back with his glove, says, "where do you want me, cap?" and that's that.
He wants to say that they dislike each other, that they're a bad fit, that Eddie is full himself and refuses constructive criticism.
Instead.
Instead it's easy.
Eddie doesn't complain, doesn't argue, just watches Steve, learns him, takes his advice and notes and implements them as much as he can. They like each other, have an easy rapport, get each other. He's tight with all the pitchers, but Eddie is different. They settle each other.
They're best friends. They hangout constantly. And he doesn't have a crush; he doesn't. It would be unprofessional. They're best friends.
But sometimes, sometimes he thinks he catches Eddie looking at him. It's impossible. Of course it's impossible. Eddie couldn't be into the guy Sports Illustrated called "baseball's Ralph Lauren model" in the intro to Steve's Body Issue photo spread. And it doesn't matter one way or the other because Steve won't make a move. He won't jeopardize the team like that.
They don't touch. He touches everyone on the team, often, and Eddie particularly is a physical guy, but aside from that first handshake, he keeps his distance. Steve's afraid--even though it's silly, he's afraid--that once they start touching, he won't be able to stop, and he can't let that happen.
The team is good, competing for first place in the National League. Eddie's success has made everyone else better.
It's late July, they're in first place in the league, and Eddie's pitching a perfect game. There's only been 24 perfect games thrown in the history of Major League Baseball, but it's the eighth inning and Eddie's doing it.
A pitch goes wild, veers high over the umpire's head. Eddie's shaken, Steve can tell with how his fist tightens compulsively around the ball. The next pitch swings wide, towards the batter's knees.
The count is at 2 balls, no strikes, and he can see, even from behind home plate Steve can see, that Eddie's losing it. He heads for the mound, refuses to let it end like this. He closes the distance between them, has a quick internal debate before he puts his hand on Eddie's lower back. They've never touched, this is it, this is--warmth bleeds from Eddie's skin, through the fabric of his jersey, goes straight to Steve's head.
Eddie frowns. "I don't think I--"
"You're going to do it, Ed. I know. I can feel it." He pats his chest, over his heart. "It's gonna happen."
Eddie's breathing settles and it's only then that Steve realizes he's rubbing circles into Eddie's back with his thumb. He's not sure when he started, doesn't want to stop, loves being able to feel.
"Okay," Eddie says.
"Okay."
Steve removes his hand, heads back to home, still tingling with the warmth of Eddie's body even as he crouches behind the plate.
He closes out the inning with three definitive strike outs. The crowd goes wild.
They take the field for the top of the 9th, the crowd is screaming, ready for this, the energy zipping through every player on the field.
It goes by in a blur. Nine pitches. Eddie's perfect game is wrapped up in nine phenomenal pitches.
As the ump calls the last out, there's a moment of complete and utter quiet in the stadium, Steve's heart a pounding hum in his ears, before pandemonium breaks loose. There's screaming, fireworks, someone is crying--
All he can see is Eddie. Eddie's who's thrown his glove to the dirt, is barreling towards him with a triumphant smile bright on his face. Steve stands, runs to close the distance. He sees the moment that Eddie decides to jump into his arms, catches him easily--will always catch him--but his legs are tired and the momentum gets him, sends them tumbling back into the grass.
They're both yelling, laughing, smiling hard enough to hurt. Eddie's hair has fallen out if its tie, tumbling around his shoulders, and Steve gazes at him, can't help it, in this moment can admit that he's so, so astronomically in love.
It's only then Steve realizes that the laughter's stopped, that Eddie's gazing back. Brown eyes shining bright with happiness, cheeks flushed pink, lips parted. Thoughtless, he reaches up to caress Eddie's cheek.
The team reaches them, streaming around them, yanking Eddie and Steve to their feet. The celebration stretches around them, the moment slipping away. He wants to finish what they started but there are interviews, champagne showers, congratulations, that keep them apart. Sometimes, from across the room, their eyes meet, and there's heat there that's new, that sparks something low in Steve's gut.
Hours pass, and finally he finds himself alone in the locker room. He's just pulled on his t-shirt when the door shuts behind him. He spins, finds Eddie, waiting, watching.
He crosses the room without a word, can't not, not now, not after everything. They grapple for a second, the wanting so strong that it takes a second to settle, to find each other. They kiss hard, desperate, seething with desire.
Steve hopes it never ends and it doesn't, just tapers into soft kisses, gentle nips. He can't bring himself to step away.
"Is this for real ?" Eddie whispers.
"I've been insane about you since the trade."
Eddie's smile is blinding. "I used to have those pictures of you--the ones with the little red shorts?--in my locker in the minors. Feel like I'm living in a dream right now."
It lights him up inside, knowing that Eddie wants him, has wanted him. "Let me take you home and show you just how real it is?"
He snorts, but his dimples deepen, eyes shining. "What a line, sweetheart."
"Yeah well, the baseball field isn't the only place where I hit home runs."
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rinchdressing · 4 months
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klapollo baseball/photographer au
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blaaart · 1 year
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ok so we all agree that jedi sports are just like, ludicrously insane, right?
like jedi baseball is really only technically sort of like baseball, if you squint very hard and are also very drunk. the ball is a stunner shot, the bat is your lightsaber, and it's less 'catching to throw out' and more 'deflecting it directly at the runner'.
Jedi soccer has a special pitch with re-inforced walls and ceiling because the last time a ball escaped the pitch it went through three buildings.
the less said about jedi track and field events, the better.
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filmgecs · 4 months
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more baseball sketches bc my art blocks been so bad <3
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citruslllad · 1 year
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decided to make a turtle mutant April design to go with my human brothers designs! as it says, she’s a northern diamondback turtle, which i decided on to go with the whole baseball thing she got goin on
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fuzzballsheltiepants · 4 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick, Renee Walker (All For The Game), Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Allison Reynolds (All For The Game), David Wymack, Original Dog Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Baseball, Alternate Universe - No Exy (All For The Game), Epistolary, Flashbacks, neil runs, And then Neil Returns, Andrew Minyard Has a Service Dog, References to Canon Traumas, Mental Health Issues, Hopeful Ending Summary:
One summer, Neil and his mother hid out in a baseball town. One summer, he made some friends, sold some hot dogs, and fell in love. One summer, Neil became real, for the first time in his life.
Before autumn, he was gone.
Now, everything in his life has fallen apart, and all he's left with is the memories of a place that was the closest thing he can imagine to home. But can he ever really return to all that he left behind?
Read it here!
Listen to the playlist here!
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tenderlyrenjun · 2 years
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me laying on the floor thinking about haechan and the reader fucking after a game he lost, then as she goes to leave, he throws his jersey at her and fucks her in only his jersey because he’s possessive ❤️
BUT NOT WRITING IT <3333333333
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transjlawrence · 2 months
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lawrusso baseball au...lawrusso tennis au...lawrusso hockey au...they all rot my brain
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Ummmmm, did someone say Baseball!AU? Based on this post, I'm sorry, it took me and wouldn't let me go (I have so many other things on the go, but oh well...)
(Thank you @compressednerve and @phenanthreneblue, I love drawing this Baseball bureau!)
Part 2
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daunsun · 2 years
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so uh
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been thinking about this today
how are y'all?
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chiquilines · 5 months
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I just like putting them in silly little outfits
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macaritaville · 10 months
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I cannot stop thinking about Yamato playing baseball.
My thought was that he was trying to be molded into the star Ace pitcher of the Tobi Roppo team, but he doesn’t even LIKE pitching, he wants to be the star Power Hitter.
He managed to switch to the Kozuki Clan team- much to Kaido’s chagrin- where he is living his best baseball life.
Also, I feel like the KC team would def have more of an Oden palette for their uniforms- but I just wanted to make Yamato’s look like his design :]
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charmac · 2 months
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Just a small unasked-for update, since I said I'd update in a week and it's been almost two
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Because this is how I have spent the majority of my free time last week
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Not even done, re-written 5 different scenes, haven't done a re-read over half of it. I'm so deep in the trenches with this one there is so much baked in here... I hope you guys like a million random scenes that don't *have* to exist, but do.
(Also like 3 hours of that Firefox time is "research" aka watching baseball for this chapter)
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