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strangersatellites · 1 year

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AU where Steve and Eddie are coaches of rival little league teams.

Steve’s team, The Hawkins Princes, has some heavy hitters. Pitcher, nine year old Lucas Sinclair and his short-stop nine year old Mike “Hot Wheels” Wheeler are a force to be reckoned with, and Steve’s tough love coaching approach has left them both in tears more than a few times. But it’s also won them several league championships and made them little league legends so no harm, no foul.

Steve’s the kind of coach that yells in his kids’ faces when they strike out and makes them run laps until they’re out of breath. But he always pats them on the back and tells them “good job today, kid” when they leave the field.

Eddie’s team is called The Flames despite the fact that they do not bring the heat. First baseman Will Byers and catcher Dustin “butterfingers” Henderson are the very picture of ‘being signed up for recreational sports against one’s will.’ While they may not be known for their athleticism, baseball practice is still their favorite day of the week.

Eddie’s coaching style is all encouragement and positivity. It’s high-fives after every hit and “It’s okay, Dustin! Shake it off!” after each mistake.

After an unprecedented season, Eddie’s team has somehow found themselves up against the best team in the region. The coaches find themselves wrapped up in a rather impressive rivalry.

Steve and Eddie take to trash-talking one another while their kids play their hearts out in their biggest game yet.

“Your kids learn that from you Munson? Maybe that’s why they can’t play!”

“Bold coming from the guy who’s second baseman is actively crying on the field!”

“At least my kids can hit the ball!”

“Can they?”

The Flames smoke The Princes in the championship game.

Because while Steve’s team has the skill,

Eddie’s team’s got heart.

(Meanwhile the parents sit in their lawn chairs, wine in their tumblers and sunglasses over their eyes. The bet for whether or not the coaches fuck after the game has made it to $100.)

#this made me laugh out loud to write #sandlot core #is parents drinking at little league games normal everywhere?#or am i doxxing myself as a southerner #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #little league steddie #gin writes #hcs by g

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katierosefun · 18 days

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my boy only breaks his favorite toys hurts more as a marvey-coded song because. what if i said that when harvey was playing pretend with mike that they could pull off the fraud. that was probably when he was happiest. when i explain that mike took harvey out of his box and stole harvey's tortured heart and left all of harvey's broken parts and told him he's better off. what then!

#caroline talks #suits #no stop walking away. do you understand. do you understand.#on first listen you would think 'oh this is mike thinking about harvey'#but actually no. i argue that this is just harvey thinking about mike.#puzzle pieces in the dead of night and something. something about harvey PLAYING FOR KEEPS--#how for harvey everything is a huge poker game and how he was betting on mike staying.#something about mike running whenever harvey asked him to stay for longer. harvey's abandonment issues. do u understand.#also. 'once i fix me. he's gonna miss me.' and cut to harvey moping for all of season 8 #also just like. 'just say when i'll play again HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND DOWN AT THE SANDLOT!!!'#'I FELT MORE WHEN WE PLAYED PRETEND THAN WITH ALL OF THESE KENS!!!' DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!#something about harvey watching mike leave and mike going 'i can't do this anymore' . . .. GOD--

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posthumanwanderings · 1 year

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Remote Control Dandy (Sandlot / Human Entertainment - PS1 - 1999)

#remote control dandy #click hyperlink for longplay #sandlot #human entertainment #mechs #giant mechs #simulation game #PS1 #PlayStation #robots

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multifandomsofficial · 1 year

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MASTERPOST

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THE CHOSEN TEEN TITANS GO ALL CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL THE MAZE RUNNER JESUS REVOLUTION NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM STRANGER THINGS THE LUMBER BARON DESCENDANTS CINDERELLA (2015) DISNEY MARVEL LITTLE WOMEN (2019) MR. MALCOM'S LIST JUMANJI THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA THE SANDLOT THE PRINCESS BRIDE TITANTIC WILD KRATTS MIRACLE FREE GUY WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU NEWSIES (1992) SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS WEST SIDE STORY (2021) GUYS AND DOLLS (1955) HUNGER GAMES BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES Formula One

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cutiecookiecreme · 1 year

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There’s a Backyard Baseball webcomic...and yes, it exists.

I found this via the Wayback Machine.

#Backyard Sports #Backyard Baseball #Sandlot Sluggers #Backyard Sports Sandlot Sluggers #Shouldn't the game be called Backyard Baseball 2011?#Pablo Sanchez #Why does the art for the comic look so weird?

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sloshed-cinema · 2 years

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Stoker (2013)

Nature versus Nurture proves to be a dark and twisting labyrinth. Following the sudden and unexpected death of Richard Stoker, mourning widow and daughter Evelyn and India find themselves suddenly joined by Richard’s long-absent brother Charlie. All those years traveling the world and back just in time for the funeral. If Evelyn finds herself swept up by his wiles, the introverted India remains wary. It’s clear that Charlie desires to insert himself into the lives of these women, but to what end? Even in the face of her resistance, Charlie makes clear the lengths he would go to for India, even beyond the pale of what is ethical and moral. He’s been fixated on India since her birth, viewing her as a kindred spirit whom he needs to set free. In time, the bigger question becomes whether or not India will succumb. In many ways, the film ascribes to this psychosis as a generational inevitability, but perhaps one put on by the family members themselves. Charlie is a killer, that much is undeniable. But when Richard grew up and married, he perhaps feared his child would be capable of the same evil. The hunting sessions at which India proved so adept were a sort of positive outlet for her, something to channel that latent psychosis rather than lashing out at her fellows. India comes to understand it as such, helped along in no small part by Charlie himself. Yet she also uses violence against her classmates, stabbing a boy with a pencil. That act was self-defense, but doesn’t explain her reaction to the killing of her defender turned assailant Whip. She touches herself in the shower after witnessing his murder, fear and trauma becoming ecstatic release, the first expression of sexuality from an otherwise closed-off character. Yet all of these are the machinations of Charlie, subtly pre-informed by her father. Killing may be India’s nature, but perhaps only because she believes it to be so.

A dreamlike hallucinatory film, formal elements of Stoker feed the uncertainty of this family trauma. Always flitting about on the piano, India finally opens herself fully in a duet with her uncle. Initially combative and uncertain, two musicians staking their respective claims to the keyboard, it becomes more rich and collaborative as the two strike an uneasy partnership. India builds towards a sort of musical orgasm, transported by this man she keeps glancing over at with unease. There is certainly something unnatural about Charlie, even before we learn his dark secret and the truth of his past. It all comes down to his eyes, unnatural icy blue irises glinting across the dinner table of up from a convertible. This choice leans into the uncanny valley as with Isabel Adjani and Sam Neill in Żuławski’s Possession, menace from eyes that are too shiny and perfect. But so too does India share that color, if only at times. Her eyes change from scene to scene between brown and blue, flitting in and out of Charlie’s dangerous thrall. In the scene which bookends the movie, her eyes are dark: if he has been working on making her in his image, Charlie has succeeded. Or he just opened what was there all along, the key in the birthday present box.

THE RULES

SIP

Freeze-frame moment.

The deceased father is mentioned.

Mia Wasikowska’s eye color changes.

Bird imagery.

BIG DRINK

India plays piano.

Whistling.

#drinking games #stoker #park chan-wook #nicole kidman #mia wasikowska #matthew goode #horror #horror & thriller #drama #really gives a whole new meaning to the sandlot

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sixseisliu · 6 months

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I can't elaborate too much right now because I'm just too high, but my brain just made an amazing connection that i think is worth exploring:

All for the Game has similarities to The Sandlot.

New ginger kid in town, oblivious to social things (s'mores omg how Neil Josten), becomes friends with kids over stickball, TEQUILA, etc.

(It's been over 20 years since I've watched The Sandlot so maybe I'm crazy but maybe I'm not)

#aftg #all for the game #the sandlot #nora sakavic #neil josten

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penzyroamin · 2 years

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the moneyball "WE MAY NEVER LOSE AGAIN" sign shot is actually the most personal thing in the world to me. that's cinema to me

#hey remember when anyone other than me and my 2000 homies cared about the a's. what a time #but in all seriousness i do really think moneyball is maybe the greatest professional baseball movie of all time #and i say professional because i think the sandlot really understands playing baseball w ur best friends at 12 on a shitty field #but moneyball understands the stadium and the roar of the crowds and the fact that technically anything can happen at any moment #THATS going to a baseball game. THATS the beauty of the sport. any moment can be absolutely fucking magical

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soberscientistlife · 4 months

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James Earl Jones (born January 17, 1931) is an American actor. Over his career, he has received three Tony Awards, two Emmy Awards, and a Grammy Award. He was inducted into the American Theater Hall of Fame in 1985. He was honored with the National Medal of Arts in 1992, the Kennedy Center Honor in 2002, the Screen Actors Guild Life Achievement Award in 2009 and the Honorary Academy Award in 2011. Suffering from a stutter in childhood, Jones has said that poetry and acting helped him overcome the disability. A pre-med major in college, he served in the United States Army during the Korean War before pursuing a career in acting. Since his Broadway debut in 1957, he has performed in several Shakespeare plays including Othello, Hamlet, Coriolanus, and King Lear. Jones worked steadily in theater winning his first Tony Award in 1968 for his role in The Great White Hope, which he reprised in the 1970 film adaptation earning him Academy Award and Golden Globe nominations. Jones won his second Tony Award in 1987 for his role in August Wilson's Fences. He was further Tony nominated for his roles in On Golden Pond (2005), and The Best Man (2012). Other Broadway performances include Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (2008), Driving Miss Daisy (2010–2011), You Can't Take It with You (2014), and The Gin Game (2015–2016). He received a Special Tony Award for Lifetime Achievement in 2017. Jones made his film debut in Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove (1964). He received a Golden Globe Award nomination for Claudine (1974). Jones gained international fame for his voice role as Darth Vader in the Star Wars franchise, beginning with the original 1977 film. Jones' other notable roles include in Conan the Barbarian (1982), Matewan (1987), Coming to America (1988), Field of Dreams (1989), The Hunt for Red October (1990), The Sandlot (1993), and The Lion King (1994). Jones has reprised his roles in Star Wars media, The Lion King (2019), and Coming 2 America (2021).

Source: African Archives

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assiraphales · 6 months

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went through the sandlot tag here after watching the movie for the first time ever yesterday and. lo and behold, jo from tumblr agreed with me that it was gay!!! (my sister is furious with me and you btw. 😉)

there’s just something about smalls changing his career aspirations from science to sports broadcasting at a professional level just so he could watch every single one of benny’s home games & cheer him on during his major league career. I’ve said it once n I’ll say it again. they aren’t just baseball bros they are home run husbands

#the sandlot #THEY!!!! I forgot about them thank y for reminding meeeeee #asks #❤️🥹

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whyareyouhere66 · 4 months

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Call Me A Snitch - Benny Rodriguez/The Sandlot x GN Reader

“Could it be something like benny rodriguez x gn!reader and its they are on philips team and playing against the sandlot boys and the philips convinces the reader to cheat by using like this sticky rosin stuff…”

Here we go @yourgirljen4life - hope you enjoy and I hope this is what you were looking for

[mind you I don’t know a lot about rosin or anything- also Phillips doesn’t have a listed full name, so I used the actors first name.]

CW: slightly rushed I haven’t written in a hot minute, not heavy on any relationships, Wil Phillips

Benny Rodriguez x GN!Tiger’s player Reader

It’s the middle of the day, sun hot and sticky beating down on the trees and dirt that cover the ground, temperature at least 80 degrees, when I realize I should’ve stayed home.

I used to say I’d never miss a good game of baseball, especially not with someone as invested as Benny Rodriguez or Wil Phillips. But then again, I’ve never played such an un-fun one in my life. Which is actually pretty impressive.

The ball swings across the field as Benny’s team hits it spot on again, and I see as our outfielder scurries to get it. I can’t remember who’s out there, probably Eric. Guess that wasn’t a great idea. Bertram, looking accomplished, smoothly jogs across the base.

They’re getting real cocky, now. It’s funny, I think, I’d crack a grin when I hear Ham’s next remark but with the vein nearly popping out of Phillips’ forehead I decide to bite it back.

“How are we doing so shit?” I hear him ask, but I don’t think he wants a real answer. The expensive jerseys can only cover so much, an idea he seems very much unaware of.

I look down at my wrinkled jersey, the white fabric tinted with dirt after I took a dive for home base in the last inning. I dust some of it off, hearing another crack of the wooden bat across the way. To follow, a curse mumbled from Phillips lips.

I sigh slightly, and glance back at the score board. We’re down by 2, which isn’t horrible, but I know we’d all prefer not being down at all. My cleats scuff against the sand as I stand up from our bench, and stand next to the blonde boy. His gaze is strong and fixed on the new batter, Benny.

‘Oh boy.’

Droplets of sweat trickle down his forehead, over his nose, and he stares intently at our pitcher. He’s in jeans in a t-shirt, to no one’s surprise, and I look over him as he gets into position. His eyes narrow, blocking the sun the best they can.

From the dugout, I watch with crossed arms. I still remember the first game against the sandlot boys- when Phillips tried to stand off on their own field. I think that’s when I first realized, baseball would be a lot more fun if there weren’t the pressure of winning constantly on my shoulders.

He’s so focused, swaying the bat over his shoulder and adjusting his feet across home base. Beside me, Phillips’ scoffs, I can basically hear how his teeth clench in his jaw.

Benny hits it mere feet away from the fence, our outfielder sprinting for it and suddenly Phillips’ hand grabs a firm hold on my shoulder, snatching my thoughts from the game.

“This is bullshit,” he complains, and uses the grip on my shoulder to turn me towards the bench behind us, “come on.”

My arms remain crossed even as he tugs me towards his bag, and he leans down to grab something from inside. Red flag, I think, he’s up to something.

“You’re up next,” when he comes back up, he’s holding a small tub in his hand, “use this.”

I look down at the tub in his hands, and skim over the word “Rosin” bolded on the lid.

He’s gotta be kidding.

I glance up at him, he’s looking at me expectantly, as if I’m supposed to immediately understand. When I don’t enthusiastically go along with it, he rattles his hand impatiently.

“No.” I tell him, and he groans.

“Y/n come on-“ he whines, “we’ve gotta get a leg up.”

“This is pathetic, Phillips.”

He groans again, dramatically throwing his head back, and I feel his fingers tightening against the bone of my shoulder.

“Dude- it’s not a big deal, just do it so we don’t lose against these…” he looks back to the field, where Benny has already made it to 2nd base and players from our team and his are spread across the dirt and grass. Ham chuckles smugly, rolling up to base, and immediately just from one look at the field Phillips’ face scrunches into one of disgust.

“…losers.”

He finishes, I scoff.

“Dude.”

He doesn’t listen to my protest at all, instead shoving the tub of rosin into my hand. Tan fingers slip away from my shoulder, finally, and he reaches back into his bag and pulls out another baseball, placing it into my free hand.

“Do it, or I swear to god L/n.” He looks at me like he’s giving a threat, which he is, but it’s not a strong one. I sigh, and he steps away from me back to the edge of the dugout to watch the game. I’m left alone by the cluttered bench.

Looking down at the ball and the tub, I sigh once more. But nonetheless, I unscrew the tub.

It’s a bad idea, pathetic as I said, I should’ve known the second we went down a point Phillips would resort to a cheat.

But hey, it worked.

My fingers are still sticky with rosin as the game ends- the scoreboard has changed, now in our favor with 3 points above the sandlot group.

Curses echo from them as ham kicks the dirt below his feet, and I watch as Benny throws his hat to the ground in a fit. It clashes well with the smug cheers from my team- but at the sight of the others so defeated, I feel guilty.

“Told you.” Phillips’ smirks into my ear, patting my shoulder much harder than needed before strutting off with the rest of the team. I dont join him, though.

It wasn’t our win to get.

“Some pop and fries at the diner sound good to you guys?” Phillips asks, raising his voice knowing the sandlot boys will hear him across the dugout. Of course he needs to rub it in, sometimes i think he’s a better actor than he is a baseball player.

As my team saunters off, I listen in on the grumbles from Benny’s team.

“Damn tigers…” ham mumbles, glaring at the ground.

“Yeah yeah- we had ‘em in the first half too. Like, what the hell?”

With all the mumbling, Benny shakes his head with a glare. I can tell by the clench of his fist he’s frustrated, he turns around to his friends.

“Just shut up about it guys- we lost, it’s whatever.” His voice contradicts him easily, but it quiets his friends grumbling a fair amount. He spins back around, about to match off to their dugout, and last second my mouth opens.

“Wait!”

They all turn around, faces still dark as ever when they see me approaching them, trying to catch up with a light jog. I don’t know why I’m doing this, I’ve never been much more than acquaintances with them, but it’s obvious they’re better friends than my team will ever get to be. Maybe that’s what motivates me to continue.

“Hold on, it’s,” I pause, breathing out and coming to a stop right in front of them, “hold on.”

“What do you want?” Squints obnoxiously adjusts his glasses at me. The only ones not glaring me down seem to be Smalls and the twins. Though, when i catch Benny’s eyes again there isn’t any anger directed at me behind his gaze.

“I,” I glance behind me, my team is gone, and I turn back with a hesitant look, “you didn’t lose.”

This seems to confuse them, Bertram scoffs.

“Right, funny.” He says bitterly.

“Yeah yeah, hilarious.” Yeah yeah pipes up, but Squints holds up a finger to both of them, staring at me with vague interest.

Benny is lost, closing his eyes in thought.

“What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t technically lose,” I rephrase, “not legally, I mean.”

When they’re about to question me further, I look down at my hand and squeeze my fingers, the rosin sticking to my skin. They catch on quickly, by the time I look back up squints has already marched over to me.

“What’s this?” He questions, grabbing my hand and examining the skin. I awkwardly watch on as he recognizes the sticky shit on my hand, glaring at me in disbelief. Spinning around to the others, he grabs my wrist.

“They used sticky rosin!” He exclaims, holding up my hand for the others like a clue. His friend’s eyes widen, and I take my hand back to quickly explain.

“They cheated?” Smalls let the question sit in the air, because no one really answered him.

“It was Phillips’ idea,” none of them are surprised, as Benny mutters with rolling eyes, “he got pressed when you started winning, he’d kept some in his bag.”

Groans rumble from the group, I notice as Benny pulls off his hat once more, leaving his sweaty hair to the breeze.

“I mean- are we surprised?” His voice is thick in sarcasm, standing out over the grumbles from Ham and Yeah Yeah.

“No- of course that blonde Bambi would cheat, pussy move.” Bertram curses, and despite their glares I feel a grin form at the words “blonde Bambi.”

“Sorry- I should’ve told him to quit, but…”

The hot sun is baking my skin, the baseball cap sitting on my head only giving so much.

“So why didn’t you?” Ham quips- I almost bite my tongue, but Benny whacks him with his hat.

“Shut up,” he clicks his tongue, before his gaze returns to me, and I’m not really sure what to do with it. “Thanks for uh- for telling us.” He gives the slightest hint at a smile, his teeth sticking through his lips. I smile back at him, the guilt from before falling further into the back of my mind.

“Yeah- I mean,” I dip my head, “you guys were having a lot more fun out there than I’ve had in a minute.”

Smalls furrows his eyebrows. “Then you should play with us!”

Everyone turns to look at him.

I’m surprised by his offer, though not at the many, many quips thrown his way afterwards. I’ve never thought about it, never having been invited before, but now that the idea is fresh in front of me I consider it.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Benny jumps in- and that’s what really surprises me.

“For real?” I ask, and Benny steps forward, blocking off the rest of the boys from giving their loud input. Face to face, I finally notice more of his grin.

“Yeah- might be fun, plus, would drive Phillips crazy.”

I grin.

He holds out a hand to me, and I have to remember to switch to the not sticky one to return the gesture.

“We’ll play tomorrow- the sandlot at noon. If you’re in, join us.”

His hold is firm, yet his hands are softer than I think I expected. Despite the blisters that cross his palm, his touch is warm. I look up at him through the shade of my hat. For a second, he looks hopeful. And after a moment of thinking, pushing away the migraine for Phillips to face the second he finds out, I nod.

“I’ll be there.”

He’s the last the leave as the others walk away, Smalls walking by his side at the back of the group as Benny throws me one last shiny grin.

Not as uninteresting as I thought it would be anymore- I walk home with the Tiger’s jersey now in lost value on my shoulders.

#Benny rodriguez #benny Rodriguez x reader #Benny Rodriguez x GN reader #The sandlot #the sandlot x reader #Gn reader #66 recs&replies

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lu-vin-it · 1 year

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Drunk Texts and A Smoke Sesh

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Summary: After Abby Anderson sends you a drunken text, you invite her over to smoke, and nothing else. Okay maybe something else.

Pairings: Abby Anderson x Reader

Pronouns Used: None mentioned

Word Count: 1078

Warnings: They smoke! And mentions of drinking!!!

A/N: Tysm to @stqrluvr for proofreading ilysm!!

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up. It was so bright. Why the hell was it so bright? You sit up and look around your room. The curtains were wide open, you must’ve left them open the night before. You get up, tiptoeing as to not touch the cold hardwood floor any more than you have to as you walk to the windows and close the curtains. When you're back on your bed, you peek at your phone. 8:21 AM. Way too early. You check your notifications to see four texts from Abby. Weird.

Abby was a girl in your English class. You had hung out a few times at parties, and even studied together once, but that was where your friendship ended, so it was more than weird that she had texted you. Not that you were mad, she could text you anytime. She was probably the hottest girl you knew. And she played on the Softball team. In fact, Abby was a star player at the University. You went to every one of her games— secretly. You click on the texts.

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

1:30 AM | Heyyyyyyyyty hoq aee youtuu

1:30 AM | how cone you rnt at the part rn :(((((()( i mis yo

1:31 AM | ur rly pryttty and ur fyn amd i loke when ur here

3:26 AM | cone ober plssssss

What the fuck. Did Abby fucking Anderson drunk text you? Are pigs flying? What the fuck do you even respond to that with? “Sorry I was asleep at 3:30, do you still want me”? Yeah, no. After thinking it over, you decide a simple “Good morning, don’t forget to take some Advil lol” You sigh and rub your face. There was no way you were going back to sleep.

You didn’t want to sit around waiting by the phone for Abby to text you, so instead, you got up, got ready, and started doing some errands. Starting with laundry, then grocery shopping, and then dishes.

At around 12:30, you get a text.

You

8:29 | Good morning, don’t forget to take some Advil lol

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:36 | Good morning. I’m so fucking sorry about last night, I was super drunk, I completely understand if you block me or don’t want me to text you anymore.

You furrow your brows. Why would she think that??

You

12:36 | No worries, I thought it was cute

You bit your lip, was that too forward? No, of course it wasn’t. She drunkenly asked for a hookup, nothing is too forward at this point.

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:37 | Did you now?

Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You

12:37 | I did

Abby Anderon (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:37 | Are you going to the party tomorrow?

Well.. you weren’t planning on it.. but… if she was asking.. you were. You definitely were.

You

12:37 | At Nora’s? Yes!

12:37 | Will I see you there?

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:38 | You will

12:38 | You have a ride?

You

12:38 | I usually uber

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:38 | Don’t, I’ll pick you up at 9

You giggled to yourself.

You

12:39 | Sounds like a plan

12:39 | Can’t wait

The next two days were painfully long. But at 9 on Saturday night, there was a knock at your door that made you absolutely freak out. You opened it with a smile.

“Hey Abby!” The blonde grins.

“Hey. You look great.”

“Says you. Come in, I gotta put my shoes on but we can leave afterwards!” You move to let her in. “Well.. if you still wanna go. If not, I have some weed and a nice TV in my room.” You say, leading her through your apartment.

“Could we watch Sandlot?” You look at her to see her expression morph into that of childish excitement.

“Of course we can. C’mon.” You let her into your bedroom. “Get comfy on the bed. I’m gonna put on some sweatpants.” You gesture to your jeans. You grab the pair of sweatpants sitting on top of your dresser and walk to the bathroom. When you come back, Abby is sitting criss cross on your bed next to the headboard. “Okay let me get my stash.”

An hour later, you were sitting next to Abby on your bed, your thighs pressed right against hers and your head on her shoulder. You reach for the bong on your bedside table, and reload it.

“Want another?” Abby glances over and stares at it for a moment before nodding. You pass it to her and then grab the lighter, giving that to her too. She takes a hit, exhaling it like a pro, and then takes another to clear it. Once it’s cleared, she hands it to you, and you take two more hits as well.

You put your head back on the blonde’s shoulder, and glance up at her. She’s beautiful. Her eyes are still glued to the screen, so you decide to keep staring at her, tracing her features with your eyes and taking her all in.

“Watch the movie, not me!” She says with a giggle, nudging you.

“Sorry.. you’re just really pretty.” Her smile fades and she looks down at you. You noticed how red her cheeks were.

“Don’t do that.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Do what?”

“Compliment me.”

“Why?” You frown, had you misread this? You sit up straight.

“Because.. it’s not fair.”

“How’s it not fair? You’re confusing me.” She sighs, frustrated.

“Because I can’t compliment you back!” Huh?

“What?”

“I can’t get the words out half the time. You make me so nervous.” So.. you hadn’t misread this?

“I make you nervous?” She nods. “Don’t be nervous, Abs.” She looks away from you. “Hey..” You place your hand on her cheek and turn her head to you. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You lean in, your lips almost touching. “Can I k—“ You're cut off by Abby slamming her lips into your own. You smile into the kiss. You took the lead for the most part, and Abby just mimicked your movements. Still, it was a great kiss, like, a life changing kiss. When you parted, you smiled at each other. “Guess that answers my question.”

“Shut up.” She says, shaking her head, a smile betraying the threatening demeanor she was trying to put on. You pulled her into another kiss.

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Tagging: @lov9r

#abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fic #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader

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theaawalker · 5 months

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Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

Thanks for reading❤️

A.A. Walker

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