captainbashir asked: I'm a pretty diehard Mariners fan and finding this page has been the highlight of my week. This is enormously funny.
Haha glad you liked it!
Brad rushed into the locker room. It was all he had been thinking about since the eighth inning. Nick sliding into home. Falling onto the ground. Wincing in pain. Seeing his knee carved up like a pumpkin had made Brad’s stomach drop, and only now, after his post game interview, was he able to look for Nick.
He sighed in relief. Nick was propped up in a chair near his locker, and Brad hurried over to him. Nick greeted him with a smile, but Brad could tell by his clenched fists and large stitches that he was hurting more than he let on.
“How’s it feeling?” He asked.
“Pretty crappy, man. Just as I was getting into my groove too…” Nick trailed off, staring into the distance.
“Well, hey, we got the big W because of you. Don’t forget that.” Brad tried to reassure him, but he could tell Nick wasn’t listening. He was off somewhere else, thinking of a million different scenarios, a thousand different plays in which he hadn’t gotten hurt and was still the hero. It’s what he always did. There was nothing Brad admired more in Nick than his ability to believe in himself, to have confidence, but even the strongest have their breaking points.
“Well shoot, dude, you gotta tweet about it now! Can’t leave all your followers hanging!” Brad tried to keep the conversation light, as he could tell that Nick was hurting. But Nick smiled a little, his eye black still smeared on as he grinned at Brad.
“You gotta help me, bro! I still don’t know how to work this twitter thing. Shoulda stuck with insta.” He laughed.
Brad smiled. “Alright. Just this once, I’m gonna do you a favor. Only because you’re like a freaking ER patient over here. Where’s your phone?” Nick handed it to him, and Brad started typing. Half a minute later, he showed him the brightly lit screen.
@NickFrank20: Thanks for the prayers and wishes! Thankfully it was nothing to serious besides a few stitches. Hope to get back out there soon.
Nick read the tweet and smiled, hitting send.
“Thanks, bro. I owe you one.”
They fist bumped. “Anytime.”
Aaron coughed nervously. The locker room was empty, save for a lone individual sitting in the corner, headphones in, oblivious to his presence. Kyle’s back was turned to him, but as Aaron timidly approached the bench, he seemed to sense someone behind him. Turning around, Kyle smiled at Aaron – a quick, genuine grin that made his insides turn to butter and his heart pound like a rapid drum.
“Just talk to him” Aaron thought, as he struggled to take deep breaths while staring into Kyle’s sky blue eyes.
“Hey, man, just wanted to congratulate you on the game. And thanks for the interview.” Aaron cringed at his words, which seemed bland and unoriginal. But Kyle kept smiling.
“No problem. I’m happy to do it.” Kyle suddenly stood up so that he was at eye level with Aaron. The air seemed to become warmer between them, and Aaron took an unsteady breath.
“Listen, I’ve been meaning to ask you something for awhile.” Kyle said quietly. He crossed his arms, causing Aaron to glance at his arm muscles, noting that they were still damp from his shower.
“Yes. Anything. Ask away.”
“Wanna come over for dinner sometime? An off day maybe?” Kyle smiled hopefully, once again causing Aaron’s heart to flutter. As his brain registered Kyle’s words, his heart started working overtime.
“Yes! I’d love to! Let me know when!” Aaron quickly said. Kyle laughed at his eager response, but his smile remained genuine.
“Julie’s been dying for me to ask you, ever since you guys talked in Oakland. Maybe during the All Star Break?”
Damn it. He had forgotten about Julie.
“Of course there’s Julie, you idiot. He’s married. Stop getting carried away.” Aaron mentally kicked himself for thinking – even for a second – that Kyle would want to have dinner with him. Alone.
But he forced a smile onto his face. No point in sulking; he was still going to have dinner with Kyle. The only downside was that his wife would be there as well.
You are pathetic. He thought. But his insides still felt warm as he looked at Kyle standing there, freshly showered, eyes glowing.
“I’ll let you know the details, man. I gotta go.” Kyle said, giving Aaron a slap on the arm. He sauntered off, leaving Aaron alone in the locker room. His confused feelings and desperate thoughts consumed him as he sat down on the bench. His arm tingled from where Kyle touched him.
Maybe Kyle was married, but there was definitely something there.
Author’s Note: this is another kyle seager one shot! (He plays professional baseball). This one was requested, hope you like it :)
“I’m taking a shower, you have to get out,” I tell Kyle as I start the water for the shower.
“We’re married, I don’t have to go anywhere.”
“Kyle!” I reprimand him. He just laughs but stays where he is, right in front of the sink. “Fine,” I say curtly. If he wants to stay, he’ll get a show.
I shimmy out of my shorts and kick them across the room before slipping my shirt over my head. I can see Kyle eyeing me in the mirror, but I act like I don’t notice and continue getting ready for my shower. I pull my hair out of its ponytail and let it fall around my shoulders, and then I turn around and carefully stick my fingers under the stream of water to check the temperature.
“Ow!” I shriek when the hot water touches my skin. I quickly pull them out and adjust the temperature, and then I wait for it to change. I hear Kyle laughing, so I throw him a glance over my shoulder. “What are you laughing at?”
“You,” he smiles and turns around. “You’re cute.”
I feel his hands slip around my waist and he tries to turn me around, but I resist.
“Oh, come on, baby, don’t be like that,” he sighs.
Finally I give in and I turn around to face him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close, and he leans in for a kiss but I pull away.
“No,” I shake my head. “I’m taking a shower.”
He ignores my comment and kisses me hard on the lips—so hard that it practically sucks the breath out of me. His hands wander up my sides and he slips them underneath the sides of my bra before pulling away and gently pressing his lips to my neck.
“Yea, well I think your shower can wait til later.”
"Are you sure we’re allowed to do this?" I asked uncertainly. The field lights were off, but the freshly mowed grass of Safeco Field was lit by the glow of the moon.
"Don’t worry, you’re with me." Michael said, smiling as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. It gave me a sense of reassurance, staring into his deep blue eyes, a calm sea of consolation.
Taking a deep breath, I walked onto the field timidly, Michael led the way confidently, until he stopped in the middle of center field. I looked around, marveling at the beauty of the field itself - the green grass, the empty bleachers, the watered infield.
It was perfect.
"You know, if you take a picture, it’ll last longer." Michael joked, breaking me out of my reverie.
"i just can’t believe you get to play here every day." I breathed, still in awe. Michael laughed and shook his head, pulling me down so that we were both lying down, looking at the stars.
We lay like that, silently, for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything, as nothing needed to be said.
"Thank you." I said, finally breaking the comfortable silence.
"Thank you for what?" he asked, rolling over on his side so that we were face to face.
"For bringing me here. It’s so…peaceful. And serene." I cringed internally at my cheesy words. But Michael simply took my face in his hands, looked me in the eyes, and said:
"For you, anything."
Author’s Note: another kyle seager one shot! (He’s a baseball player) :)
“I don’t want to leave,” Kyle says as he wraps me up in his embrace.
I wrap my arms tightly around him, though it’s hard because I’m six months pregnant with twins. He’s got several road games coming up, and he’ll be gone for close to two weeks.
“I don’t want you to go, either,” I say quietly. “But it’ll be fine. We’ll be okay.”
“You promise you’ll tell me if anything happens to these two while I’m gone?” Kyle points to my stomach.
“Promise. But you’ll only be gone for two weeks, I don’t think anything will go wrong, Kyle.”
“You never know,” he says, and he pulls me back into a hug. “I just wish I didn’t have to go in the first place.”
He nuzzles his face into my neck and I tangle my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. We don’t say anything else, because there’s nothing to say—we just hold each other and prolong the inevitable.
Finally, he pulls away. “I should be going, the flight leaves soon,” he says.
He doesn’t let me respond before he presses his lips to mine. I feel him place one hand on my baby bump, and the other on my neck to pull me in. He kisses me repeatedly, because he doesn’t want to say goodbye.
“Kyle,” I say, when he pauses for a second. “You need to go. I don’t want you to be late.”
He sighs and pulls himself away from me, but he reaches for my hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’ll be back,” he says, “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Author’s Note: this one’s a bit different because it’s a Kyle Seager one shot (and I guarantee that 99% of y’all have never heard of him) but here you go! I hope you like it, let me know what you think :)
“I think it’s time for bed, big girl,” Kyle picks up our newborn baby, Sarah, and cradles her to his chest.
“Do you need help?” I ask him.
“Psh, no,” Kyle turns around to face me, “I know what I’m doing.”
“Mm hm, sure,” I stand up and follow him down the hallway. “I’ll come just in case.”
After he changes Sarah’s diaper—which he does end up needing my help—he gently lays her down in the crib, and we stand over and watch her fall asleep.
“Now,” Kyle turns to me, “are you ready for bed?”
“No, it’s not even 9 o’clock yet,” I turn around and walk out of Sarah’s room, and I can hear Kyle closely behind me.
“Oh, I don’t mean we have to sleep,” he says, and he puts his hands on my waist to stop me from walking.
“Oh,” I smile as our foreheads touch. I’m about to make another witty remark, but Kyle crashes his lips to mine before I can say anything.
He backs me up against the wall and puts his hands on my waist to bring us as close as possible. I tangle my fingers in his hair and deepen the kiss, and he moans into my mouth.
“Come on,” Kyle says, and he pulls on my hand to lead me into our bedroom.
I lay down on the bed and Kyle immediately hops on top so that he’s straddling me. He leans down and leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, leading to my collar bone, while I work on pulling his shirt up. He leans away for just a second to pull his shirt the rest of the way off his body, and then presses his lips back to mine.
I feel him slip his hands underneath my shirt, and he moves them up until they’re just underneath my bra. I pull away and sit up a bit to take my shirt off, and I feel Kyle’s eyes watching me.
I lean back down and lay my arms across my body to hide my stomach, because I just had a baby and I’m a bit self conscious about my body. But Kyle moves my arms away and leans back down to whisper in my ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, “and don’t you forget it.”
So i know not a lot of people write fanfiction about sports, and my favorite team is the Seattle Mariners, so i decided to dedicate a blog to seattle mariners fanfiction! i realize i’ll probably have to write all of it myself but i’m okay with that.