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Collisions and Confessions

A/N: Hi! This is my first reader fic and I hope you like it!

Summary: You and Pat have been dating for some time, but haven’t told anybody outside of Maz. Today, you’re playing each other in your baseball league.

Warnings: Cursing

You yawned loudly and poured yourself a cup of coffee in your kitchen on a bright Saturday morning. You felt a pair of large hands grasp your waist. You smiled as your boyfriend placed a kiss to your neck.

“Morning,” he muttered against your skin, his voice still rough with sleep.

“Good morning, love,” you placed a kiss to his ginger hair.

He hummed and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled when he peppered your neck and collarbone with feather light kisses.

“You’re touchy-feely this morning.”

“I just want you to remember this me instead of the one that you’re going to see this afternoon.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

You’d had this day circled on your calendar all season. Today you were playing the D’Backs, AKA the team your boyfriend, Pat Murray, played on. Nobody on either team knew that you were dating, except Maz (since that’s how you two met). Not even your older brother Derek, who was on the Raiders with you.

“I’m sure you’re not THAT bad. Plus, we all get upset when we lose,” you joked.

Pat swatted at your butt and pulling away, got his own cup of coffee.

“Seriously though, I get…” Pat paused, trying to find the right word. “Loud. And some, including me, would say obnoxious.”

You set your coffee down and cup his face in your hands.

“Pat, it’ll be fine,” you kissed his nose.

He sighed.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The two of you made and ate breakfast before Pat left so he could get ready for the game.

“I’ll see you there,” Pat pressed his lips to yours one, two, three more times before he left.

You sighed against the door after he left your apartment. You usually didn’t have him stay over the night before game days, but last night you two had been watching a movie and…well, things had ended in the bedroom. At that point it was so late that it just made more sense for him to stay over.

You heard your brother honk outside a couple hours later. He was picking you up for your game. You grabbed your bag and walked down to get in Derek’s car.

“Hey, Y/N, ready?”

“Oh yeah, can’t wait,” you replied as your brother started driving towards the park.

“This team is actually pretty decent, so we’ll need to be on our A-game.”

“Oh yeah?” You smiled, a pride for your boyfriend’s team swelled in your chest. That was a high compliment coming from your brother.

“Yeah, they’ve got John Mazzello, he’s damn good. And then there’s Ryan Palacco, and if he actually plays, we’ll really be in trouble. And then there’s Ty…”

Your brother kept talking about the players, not knowing that you already knew all these people. Well, of them at least. You knew their stats almost as well as your own team’s. You and Pat had a tendency to come over to each other’s apartments and cuddle and talk about the games (“I couldn’t BUY a fucking hit!” “I’m sorry, babe”).

You pulled into the parking lot of the field and got out as your brother finished talking about his game plan. He was the co-captain along with Nick, who was already in the dugout.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“What’s up, Nick?”

“Ready for some baseball!”

“Hell yeah!” The two of you high-fived. Derek rolled his eyes.

“We’re going to start you off in the one spot and you’ll be playing left,” Nick said with a slight grimace.

You groaned. You much preferred being in centerfield, but if you were playing left, that meant…

“It’s time for Peaty to pitch again, huh?” Derek sighed.

“Yup!”

You started to pull your cleats on when you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N!”

You looked up and smiled at Maz.

“Hey, Maz.”

“Whoa! You two know each other?”

“Yeah, we both…”

“Teach at St. James,” you and your brother said at the same time.

“How did I not put that together?” Derek shook his head. It was common knowledge that Maz had turned the baseball program at St. James High School around since he’d become the coach three years ago.

You and Maz laughed.

“I just wanted to come over and wish you luck,” Maz winked and then jogged back over to Pat, who was standing outside the dugout, stretching against the fence.

You and Pat locked eyes and you turned away before you gave anything away.

“Are you dating him?”

Your head snapped to look at your brother.

“Who?”

“John Mazzello! You got super blushy and he winked at you!”

You rolled your eyes. Glad your brother was wrong.

“No, Derek, we’re good friends. We have the same free period, so we usually hang out in the teacher’s lounge a lot and talk baseball.”

“Sure,” was all your brother said as he glared over at the D’Backs’ dugout. He was the number one reason that you and Pat hadn’t told people you were dating. Derek was ridiculously protective of you, especially since you were the only woman in the league. Most of the guys didn’t care, but some of them would make comments, or try to touch you in some way. You could handle yourself, but older brothers were older brothers.

The rest of your team started showing up and a few of you went out to the outfield to stretch. You saw Pat and who you were pretty sure was Ryan Pollaco playing catch.

You turned your back to them, spread your legs, and bent down towards the ground to stretch your inner thighs.

“OW! FUCK!” You heard a British voice yell.

“KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE FUCKING BALL, POLLACO!” Pat shouted.

“I got distracted, you lunatic!”

“Quit checking her out!”

You looked over and saw Pollaco rubbing his chest. Pat still had his back to you, but you could tell he was fuming.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” The blonde flipped off Pat and walked into their dugout.

The rest of the warmups went on without incident, but your brother at Pat wore matching murderous glares, even if they didn’t know it.

The umpires called for captains and Nick and Derek jogged to the batting boxes. You saw a tall, bigger guy that you were pretty sure was their power-hitter, Ty Delamonica. There was another man standing next to him that you weren’t sure who he was. Maybe Dells, the pitcher? Lastly, there was a shorter guy that you knew was Garvey, the catcher.

You watched as they all talked and shook hands. The umpire clapped his hands together and they all broke apart. Nick and Derek came back to the dugout.

“Y/N!” Nick yelled. “Get your helmet on!” Nick ran through the lineup quickly as you put on your helmet and batting gloves. You walked out and timed your practice swings with Dells’ pitches.

“Ready, Y/N/N?” Derek asked as he slowly swung his bat.

“Always,” you gave him a smile and then walked over to the batter’s box. You looked over at Nick in the coach’s box at third base. He gave you the sign for bunt.

You smiled, looking at the infielders playing far back. Maz must’ve given them a scouting report. You settled into the box with your routine. You looked at Dells and smirked. They had no idea what was coming. You watched the ball get released and then squared to bunt.

“FUCK!” you heard from Ty.

You laid it down the first baseline and took off running. You hit the base and then the ball hit the glove. Yes!

“WHO BUNTS IN A SUMMER LEAUGE?!” You heard from the DBacks’ dugout.

“Somebody who listens to their coach, Barone!” Ty snapped as he ran back to his position.

“You’re not the coach, Ty!” Barone called back.

“Nice job,” the first basemen gave you a smile. He was older than pretty much everybody else on the field. He must be Fotch.

“Thanks,” you smiled back. From what Pat had told you, you liked Fotch.

“Come on, Pads!” You yelled to the next batter.

He hit a deep fly ball to centerfield. You lead off the base as much as you dared, hoping both that Pat would drop it and catch it. He caught it and you went back to first, muttering under your breath.

“Let’s go, D!” You yelled at your brother.

Derek took the first two pitches, one ball and one strike. He connected with the third pitch and, when you saw it was on the ground, you took off running. You saw Ty bobble the ball for a moment, then decided to throw it to first. You were safe, but Derek was out.

You snuck a glance back at Pat in centerfield and saw him give you a small smile. You smirked and spread your legs, almost straddling the base and stuck your ass out a little bit more. You knew how great you looked in your baseball pants. Anybody else looking would think that you were just trying to get a good leadoff, but you knew Pat was looking.

“STRIKE THREE!” The umpire yelled.

“Shit,” you said as the DBacks started to run in. Pat ran past you and quickly pinched your butt where nobody could see.

You yelped and stared at him for a moment before running back to your dugout.

“Are you okay?” Derek asked, handing you your glove.

“Yeah! Sorry, I thought there was a spider on my cleat,” you said, the first thing that came to your mind.

Derek didn’t look like he believed it, but you all ran out to your positions. Peaty took the mound and you sighed. Peaty was a great guy and to be honest, a decent pitcher, but he didn’t have a lot of speed. Which is why you were in left field. You were one of the fastest people on the team and most of the balls that were hit, were hit to the left side of the field.

The first two batters, Maz and Barone, got on. Ty was up now and you took a couple steps back, not wanting the ball to get in front of you.

The ball cracked against the bat and you saw it soar towards you. You caught it and quickly threw it in, knowing Maz would try to tag up and get to third. Maz knew you had an arm though and didn’t even try it.

“Nice catch, Y/N!” Peaty yelled.

Nobody scored.

Pat came up in the second inning and struck out, watching the third strike go by. You thought he seemed calm enough until he screamed and threw his bat against the dugout fence. You flinched, more for the bat than anything.

As you ran by the DBacks’ dugout, you could’ve sworn you heard Pollaco and Barone arguing about ‘getting her number’. Last you knew, Barone had a girlfriend.

“Will you all shut the fuck up?!” Pat yelled.

“Well somebody isn’t going to win the bench bet,” somebody responded.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DAVID!”

You chuckled to yourself.

“Seems you’re making an impression on them,” Derek’s eyes narrowed as he put his helmet on.

“Oh stop,” you rolled your eyes. “You’re not going to do anything.”

“If any of them lay a hand on you…”

“Alright, Derek.”

The game started moving faster. You’d never seen Pat play before, but damn, did he yell. A lot. It was actually kind of funny because you’d never seen that side of him.

“Catch the damn ball, Vinnie!” “TY! Cover the FUCKING BASE!”

You couldn’t help but watch him as the game went on (and maybe it had something to do with the way he looked in his uniform).

You walked your second time up and got to second on a pass ball.

“So Y/N,” Zapata, the second baseman, said to you as Garvey and Dells were talking on the mound. “Doing anything later?”

“Actually yeah, I got plans,” you gave him a smile and could practically feel Pat’s eyes boring into both of you.

“Psh, blow ‘em off. We’re…”

“ZAPATA! PAY ATTENTION TO THE FUCKING GAME!”

Zapata frowned back at Pat but didn’t say anything before looking back at you.

“Sorry, HE CAN BE SO RUDE!” Zapata called over his shoulder towards center.

“I’ll show you fucking rude!” Pat started to make his way in, but Maz interfered.

“Murray! Get your ass back in position! We’re ready to go!” He nodded at Garvey jogging back to home plate.

“This isn’t over, Zapata!” Pat stomped back to place.

You met Maz’s eyes and you two smirked.

The next pitch was hit to right field, but over Vinnie’s head and you started running.

“GO GO GO!” Nick waved you home.

“Up easy, up easy,” The umpire told you as you crossed home plate.

You turned and watched as Vinnie threw the ball and Pads got thrown out at second.

“FUCK!” You yelled as the DBacks started running in.

Garvey chuckled.

“You’d get along with our centerfielder,” he muttered.

You bit your bottom lip to keep a smile from your face.

At least you scored.

The next half inning, the DBacks didn’t score.

Soon, it was the final inning and your team was winning.

You watched as your teammates hit one to Zapata (out) and one to Maz (line-drive, caught). The last person up hit a pop up between right and center field. You heard both Vinnie and Pat call each other off. You knew what was going to happen before it did.

Vinnie caught the ball, but they collided, and Pat bounced to the ground.

“PATRICK!” You ran out to centerfield. You heard people yelling at you, but you didn’t care. You kneeled next to him. His eyes were open, but he seemed dazed and his eyes weren’t focused. “Pat, baby? Are you okay?” You placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to get him to look at you.

He blinked his hazel eyes a couple times and then focused on you. He smiled and took a deep breath.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, just got the wind knocked out of me.”

“Oh, thank God,” You leaned down and kissed him, just happy that he was okay.

You heard people yell again, including your brother. You still didn’t care.

“I’m okay too, by the way!” Vinnie called at both of you.

“Um…whenever you two are done, we’ve got a game to finish,” Maz’s voice was above the two of you and made you break apart. You didn’t move your eyes from Pat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked.

Pat nodded and gave you a small smile.

“Does this mean Murray won the bench bet!?”

“I think, David, this means that Murray won the bench bet before there even was a bench bet.”

“Babe, I…I need to go in. I’m up first.”

“Right!” You stood up and helped him up too.

The DBacks started to run in, but then you saw Derek start stomping over.

“Shit,” you muttered. You chased after your brother.

“What the fuck?!” Derek yelled at Pat.

“Whoa whoa,” Maz got between your brother and Pat. “Hey, man, calm down.”

“CALM DOWN?! This guy is making out with my sister in center field and you’re telling me to calm down?!”

“Jesus, Derek, stop it!” You stood next to Maz. “He’s my boyfriend, not just some guy!”

Derek’s eyes met yours and they softened for a moment.

“You have a boyfriend and you didn’t tell me?!”

“No! Because you’d act like an idiot!”

Derek opened his mouth to try and argue, but you cut him off.

“I’m serious, Derek. You do this every time I try to date somebody. I’m in my twenties, I can handle myself,” you reached out and took one of your brother’s hands.

“Um…I hate to interrupt whatever is going on here, but we’ve got another half inning to play,” the umpire came over to see what was going on.

Derek pointed at Pat with his free hand.

“This isn’t over, and we will talk after the game.”

You heard Pat’s teeth snap together.

“Great, can we finish this now?” The umpire’s tone was annoyed.

You turned back to Pat and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Any advice?” He asked, eyeing Derek as he walked back to the dugout.

You and Maz replied at the same time.

“Get a hit.”

“Thanks.”

You laughed and then jogged over to Derek who was holding your glove.

“I’m serious,” he started. “You, me, and him are going to have a talk after this game.”

“Fine, Derek. Can we finish the game now?”

“Are we ready?!” The umpire yelled as everybody got into position. He made a circle with his finger. “PLAY BALL!”

Pat came up to the plate, and you still were pretty sure that he was a bit dazed. His teammates were yelling for him. You wanted to yell too, but your competitive side was a little too aggressive for that.

Pat connected with the ball and it actually made it through the gap between first and second base. You had to bite your lip to keep from cheering for him.

“YES!” You heard Pat yell from first base.

“Way to go , Murray!”

“NICE JOB, PAT!”

You were beaming. As much as you wanted to win, you knew how much getting a hit meant to Pat.

Vinnie struck out, watching the third strike go by, much to Pat’s loud chagrin.

“SHITTY CALL, BLUE!”

The umpire took his mask off and pointed at Pat.

“Watch it, son!”

“Murray! Shut up for once!” Ty yelled from the coach’s box on third.

Pat was still grumbling and kicked some dirt when he went back to the base.

Garvey was up next. He hit a ground ball to Nick at shortstop. Nick threw the ball the second, getting Pat out, and then Pads at second, threw it to Derek at first, getting Garvey out. A double play. The game was over.

Pat threw his helmet on the ground.

“FUCK!”

Your team ran in and as you did, you picked up Pat’s helmet that was still in the base path. When his eyes met yours, his softened and he sighed.

“Thank you,” he took his helmet from you. He looked upset, even though he got a hit.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. It was slightly dirty and sweaty, but it didn’t bother you.

“Please don’t make out here on the field again,” Maz said behind you. You turned to look at him.

“Can I help you, Johnathan?”

“Oooh, full naming me, huh? I just wanted to ask you if you and anybody from your team wanted to join us for a drink? We’re going to Sledge’s.”

Your eyebrows shot up and you looked around him to look at the DBacks’ dugout.

“Really? You guys want me to come?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” Dells smiled. “We all want to hear how in the world you put up…”

“Y/N!” Derek’s voice carried across the field. “Bring your boyfriend over here!”

You rolled your eyes then looked at Maz.

“I’ll get you an answer in a minute,” You took Pat’s hand and pulled him towards your dugout.

“No, Y/N,” Pat muttered. “Your brother is going to kill me!”

“He’s not going to kill you,” you paused and thought about it. “Well, he won’t kill you a lot.”

Pat gave you a small laugh.

“How does somebody kill somebody a little?”

“You’ll see,” was all you said back before you stopped in front of Derek. You gave him a huge smile. “Hello, brother mine.”

Derek wasn’t looking at you. He had his eyes locked on Pat.

“Oh!” You feigned forgetfulness. “This is Pat,” you moved so that Pat could step in front of you. “My boyfriend. Pat, this is my brother Derek.”

Pat hesitantly stepped forward and extended his hand.

“Hi, Y/N has told me a lot about you.”

Derek took his hand and shook it for a moment before letting it go and crossing his arms.

“Wish I could say the same,” Derek frowned. “How long have you been dating my sister?”

“Um…f…four months.”

Derek’s glare turned to you.

“Four months? You’ve been dating this guy for four months and haven’t said anything?”

“No, because you tend to scare my boyfriends away and I figured that if you knew I was dating somebody on another team it would be even worse.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Yes, after baseball season. You also get so worked up…”

Derek scoffed as his eyes flickered to Pat and then back to you.

“…so I told Pat it would be better if we waited. He wanted to tell everybody right away.”

Derek’s eyes softened, then he looked at Pat.

“You did?”

“Well, yeah. I mean…who wouldn’t want to shout from the rooftops that they’re dating somebody like Y/N?”

You felt a rush of affection for Pat. “You’re in love with him” a voice in your head shouted, and you knew it was true.

You stepped closer and wrapped your arms around Pat’s waist. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, not breaking eye contact with Derek.

“D, please be happy for me.”

Derek looked at you and sighed.

“Of course, I’m happy for you! I just wish you would’ve told me. Maybe we can go for a drink…”

“Oh!” You looked to your teammates who were watching the whole interaction (not even pretending they weren’t. In their defense, neither were the DBacks). “Do you guys want to go to Sledge’s with the DBacks?”

Some of your teammates said they would go so you yelled over to Maz that some would be going.

“Great! We’ll see you there!” You heard one of the DBacks yell back at you.

“Do you want to ride with us?” Derek had his arms at his sides now. His face had lost all of the hardness he’d been wearing since you had run out to centerfield.

Pat’s nervous look faded from his face and he slowly smiled.

“Yeah, I um…I’ll just go tell Maz really quick.” Pat placed a kiss to your forehead, almost subconsciously, before turning and jogging back to his friend. The two of them started talking in low tones.

“You know I’m going to tell him the story about you jumping on the bed after lights out and then you fell out of your bed and broke your arm, right?”

You groaned. Maybe introducing Pat and Derek wasn’t a good idea after all.

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