i know it's baseball

College!AU in which Dean and Cas play for rival baseball teams


Imagine baseballplayer!Woozi shyly asking you to come to all of his games because he thinks you’re his ‘lucky charm’.

#actual sawamura eijun protection squad
Solangelo One-Shot

Here Comes the Sun

One thing was clear to everyone at the baseball game that day; the boy standing behind the plate with his arms crossed and a perpetual frown etched into his face definitely did not want to be there. He never spoke, never encouraged his teammates when they went up to bat, never patted anyone on the back when they made a good play. The only time his expression changed in the slightest was when he himself did well. And even then, he only allowed a small smirk to break his glare.

Nico hated the sun. Anyone could probably guess as much judging by his pale skin. And what was worse, as the catcher, he had to wear all that gear, which only made him hotter. But he would rather be behind the plate than in the outfield.

Truth be told, Nico was one of the best players on the team, he just didn’t actually like to play. He was sure that this fact was the main reason most of his teammates had decided he wasn’t worth the trouble and had given up trying to be friendly. All too many times he’d heard, “You’re wasting your talent,” or, “If you don’t even want to be here, don’t bother coming!” Frankly, he would if he could. Jason was the one who forced him to try out for the team, and when he miraculously made it through, Jason also had to drag him to every game and practice.

Now, Nico was even more ticked off than usual. Here he was, on a Saturday, standing in full uniform and catcher’s gear on the hottest day of the year. But Jason was all smiles as he made his way to his position at Shortstop. He gave a small smile to the people in the stands before catching Nico’s eye and giving a thumbs up. Nico rolled his eyes and tugged his helmet on before squatting down and waiting for the first batter to walk up to the plate.

Two innings later and Nico was already sweating, his face red from the heat. The pitcher was off his game today and was really giving Nico a workout; he kept throwing balls so far from the strike zone, Nico felt like a jack-in-the-box as he jumped up after the wild pitches and then squatted back down, only to jump back up again the next pitch. It was almost worse than doing Burpees at practice.


After the Percy had walked yet another batter, loading all three bases, Nico called time and stormed up to him, yanking off his helmet. He put his mitt to his face before he started whisper-yelling to cover his mouth.

“What am I, a frog? Knock it off, dude!”

Percy glared at him and lifted his own glove. “Don’t you think I would if I could? I’m not doing it on purpose!”

“Oh, really?” Nico said doubtfully. There was no way he could be doing that badly without doing it on purpose.

“What are you trying to say?” He yelled, not even bothering to keep his glove up. Nico shrugged, which only aggravated the other boy more. Percy shoved him, and Nico shoved back, and he would have done much worse if their coach hadn’t intervened.

“Enough,” he said. He glared at Nico. “Jackson, sit out,” he commanded. Percy started to protest and tell him that Nico started it, but coach cut him off. “I am fully aware,” he replied calmly. “But we don’t have another catcher, now do we?” Percy huffed and ran his hand through his hair, which was matted to his forehead with sweat, then stalked off the field. Their coach waved their backup pitcher over and Leo hopped off the bench.

As Leo was walking up, Coach turned to Nico. “I better not even hear of you picking a fight with a teammate again. Or you’re off the team.”

Nico purposely lit his face up. “Really? Because that would be awesome.” His coach only shook his head before jogging back to the dugout, and Nico rolled his eyes and returned to home plate.

Leo was doing a lot better than the last pitcher and they made it out of that inning quickly, only giving up two more runs for the other team. Fortunately, now that the batters on the other team were striking out left and right, the rest of Nico’s team seemed to come alive again and gained a little more enthusiasm. The next half of the inning, they scored seven runs and the score was almost tied up.

About half an hour later, it was top of the fifth and Nico was once again frowning behind home plate. After a few minutes, Nico’s eyes landed on the third batter that inning, number 3. Nico didn’t know how he remembered, but he knew it was this kid’s second time up to bat that game. He was walked his first time in the top of the second. But even if he didn’t hit the ball, Nico had a feeling he could crush one if he got the chance.

And he was right.

Second pitch, he hit a hard line-drive toward Leo, who had to duck to the ground before he got his head knocked off his shoulders. Nico’s mouth dropped open as the ball sailed straight into the fence at 20 miles an hour. The boy took off running toward first, and Nico couldn’t help but stare at him.

He rounded the base and headed for second, his cleats digging in the dirt and arms pumping at his sides. He had made it halfway to third base before the Centerfielder had even gotten to the ball. As the batter rounded third, his teammates and coaches and people in the stands cheering him on, Nico snapped back to reality and got into position at home plate.

The Centerfielder threw it to the cut-off, who then turned and fired it at Nico. Nico held his mitt up and willed the ball to go faster as he saw the batter sprinting right at him from the corner of his eye.

A split second before the ball made it to his open glove, Nico was run over by a truck and everything went black for a moment, then the next thing he knew, he was laying on the ground. As the ump yelled, “Safe!” and the batter stood and dusted himself off, Nico realized both his helmet and glove had been knocked off. Then the pain registered and he groaned.

This seemed to catch the batter’s attention, who realized that he still hadn’t gotten back up. He yanked his helmet off and kneeled beside him. “Oh gosh, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He asked, sounding horrified. “Where does it hurt? I can help!”

Nico opened one eye and his heart stuttered as he got a good look at him. His light hair was falling in his face, which was covered with millions of freckles. The first thing that popped into Nico’s mind was the starry sky he sometimes gazed at from his roof when he needed to clear his head. The next thing he noticed, the boy’s eyes. They were so incredibly blue, it didn’t seem possible.

Nico closed his eyes and willed his face to cool down as the boy leaned over him. He faintly heard Leo and Jason’s voices asking if he was alright, but his heartbeat drowned them out mostly. As he calmed his breathing, he heard the boy telling him that he was studying medicine and might be able to help. Nico could almost hear the smirk on Jason’s face as he told him, “Hey, maybe he needs Mouth-to-Mouth. You can take care of that, right Dr. Freckles?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jason,” Nico groaned, and Jason only chuckled. Taking a deep breath, Nico gritted his teeth and sat up, ignoring the twinge in his knee as he forced himself to stand.

“I-I’m fine,” He ground out. The blue-eyed boy stared at him with worry and guilt but seemed to breathe a little easier. “Don’t worry about it,” Nico muttered to him, and the boy nodded and picked up Nico’s helmet and glove.

“Sorry, again,” He said nervously, holding them out to Nico. He could just make out a tinge of pink on his face, slightly covering up his freckles. Nico flinched as his heart started pounding again.

“I said don’t worry about it,” Nico snapped, a little more harshly than he meant to, and snatched his things from the boy, careful not to let their hands touch. Looking dejected and guilty, he grabbed his own helmet and headed back for his dugout, completely forgetting the fact that he just hit a homerun.

For the rest of the game, Nico tried to avoid the blue-eyed boy, who seemed to be trying to catch his eye the entire time. As the game was starting to come to a close in the bottom of the seventh, Nico flopped onto the bench and chugged down some water as he waited for his at-bat. Jason sat down next to him after stealing home and yanked off his batting gloves.

“So you’re really okay?” He asked again.

“I already told everyone I’m fine,” Nico growled, starting to get annoyed.

“Alright, alright.” He paused. “I was just wondering because I noticed you limping a little, is all.”

Nico dropped his gaze to his shoelaces and was quiet for a moment. “I… I think my knee is slightly out of alignment.”

Jason choked on air. “What?!” Nico shushed him. “Nico, you idiot, why didn’t you tell anyone? How are you even still walking?!”

“Shhhh! I said slightly, okay? It’s not dislocated.”

“Still, you can’t keep playing on it. You should have told someone.”

“We don’t have another catcher, okay? I just have to suck it up. The game’s almost over, anyway.” He glared at Jason. “Tell anyone, and I’ll drop kick your ass to Mexico.”

Nico couldn’t have been more relieved when the game finally ended. His knee was killing him. After shoving all his gear in his bag, he carefully sat back down the bench and waited for everyone to file out of the dugout. Jason gave him a worried look, but Nico waved him along.

Once was sure everyone was gone, he gently pulled the hem of his pants above his knee and drew in a shaky breath as he saw that entire area was already purple and swollen. He sighed and hung his head. His dad was going to kill him.

“Hi!” A voice squeaked out of nowhere. Nico jumped and looked up to find a little girl at the top of the stairs leading into the dugout. “I’m Kayla.” She explained and ran over. “Whoa, your leg looks funny.”

Nico cleared his throat. “U-Um, yeah. I got a little hurt earlier. But I’m fine.”

“You got hurt?” She asked. “I can go get my brother! He’s great at fixing people up! He even gives it a kiss to make it feel better!” Nico chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s okay, I’m fi-”

He was cut off by a semi-familiar voice shouting up the stairs. He heard footsteps walking into the dugout. “Kayla? Kayla, you know you’re not supposed to be-” He blue-eyed boy stopped abruptly as he emerged, his eyes widening as he recognized Nico, then flitting to his knee.

Nico quickly covered his knee with his pant leg again and began to stand up. “I’m assuming she’s your sister?” Nico muttered as he started gathering his things. “Might want to keep a better eye on her from now on. She just wandered her way up here.” When Nico glanced back up, the boy was right in front of him, his eyebrows knitted. “Wha-” The word died in Nico’s throat.

Without a word, the boy gently took Nico’s bag from him and set it aside. Taking his shoulders, he forced him to sit back down on the bench and kneeled in front of him, lifting his pant leg to look at his knee again. Nico sighed as his blue eyes widened, then flicked up to meet his.

“Holy… I thought you said you were fine, you’re obviously not fine!” He yelled.

“I am. Just leave it.” Nico tried to stand again and move past him, but the boy simply pushed him back down again. Nico huffed. “What are you even doing?”

“Making up for hurting you.” Nico’s own eyes widened as he looked at the boy’s face, who was staring at Nico’s knee, his eyebrows knitted in concentration and determination. Gently, his fingers prodded at Nico’s kneecap and Nico flinched. “Did that hurt?” The boy asked.

“No, I just think wincing in pain is fun,” He replied. The boy rolled his eyes and continued feeling for his kneecap while Nico gripped the edge of the bench. The little girl, Kayla, ran over and looked worriedly from Nico’s pale face to his purple leg.

“It’s alright,” She assured him. “My big brother is gonna fix you right up! I’ll hold your hand if you like.” She extended her tiny hand, and a ghost of a smile spread over Nico’s lips. He chuckled and took her hand, trying not to squeeze too tightly.

“Alright,” The boy said, looking up and meeting Nico’s eyes. “This is gonna hurt a little.”

“Just get it over with.” Nico took a deep breath and grit his teeth.

“On three.” He said. “One, three!” Without warning, he grabbed Nico’s leg and popped his knee back in place. Nico grunted and squeezed his eyes closed.

“What the hell happened to two?!”

The boy laughed and sat back on his heels. “It worked didn’t it?” Slowly, Nico opened his eyes and experimentally moved his leg around.

“Wow… that does feel better. Um, thanks.”

He smiled. “My pleasure. It was my fault, anyway.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “I was the one blocking the plate.”

The boy smiled and shook his head. “I’m Will, by the way.” He said, holding out his hand.

“Nico.” He took Will’s hand and shook it, a million sparks shooting up his arm as their hands met. He suddenly felt a little dizzy.

“Wait!” Kayla yelled, gaining both their attention. “You forgot to kiss it and make it feel better!” She told her brother. He laughed and Nico’s face heated.

“You’re right,” Will said, smiling. “How could I forget?” His eyes locked on Nico’s and he leaned forward and gently kissed his knee. Nico had to keep his entire body from trembling. “Better?” He smirked at Nico’s blush.

Nico managed a nod. “Um… yeah. Better.”

T:“Their uniform makes them look like a fruit salad. A shitty, uncoordinated salad.

Y:"At least it’s not as bad as last year’s.”

T:“Oh man, you’re right. Dumbasses had neon colors on, Jesus.

for psy, merry super late Christmas and happy holidays! As you requested, baseball AU for the nerds.

I tried so hard. /cries


By popular demand, by which I mean one of you, here are gifs of usagi just friggin’ clubbing and braining her enemies with her giant pink magic stick. 

okay so…I’ve seen various headcanons concerning what happens to Adam after Armagedidn’t – that he never grows up or that he does grow up, that he stays in Tadfield all his life or leaves it, that he consciously uses his powers afterwards or that he avoids them – but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything about what happens to Adam regarding Hell. Regarding Satan – you know, his (biological) father?

maybe Hell never bothers him again because he’s powerful enough to keep them at bay, but what about Satan? is he cool with how this whole antichrist thing turned out? is he disappointed that his boy didn’t turn out to be the perfect tool for destroying the world and conquering Heaven? Or is he…secretly proud? that his own rebellious spark is alive and well inside his son? and sorta relieved that there’s still more time to see what else these pesky creations of the god he rejected will achieve?

what if Satan decides he wants to meet Adam? but he’s not sure how to go about it – should he just sorta, lurk around Tadfield spying on the kid? no, too creepy. okay, but showing up and announcing that he’s The Devil Himself might not be the best idea either…

so he decides he’ll become a coach.

Adam’s entering middle school and suddenly he’s interested in sports, and he convinces the Them to join him in signing up for cricket (yes, including Pepper; Tadfield’s too small to support two teams and who would dare stop Pepper from joining the team she wanted anyhow) – so the old coach mysteriously, ahem, vanishes off the face of the earth a few days before the first practice and a new coach shows up out of the blue. or rather, out of the Pit.

he looks like a pretty normal guy. the horns would probably be a dead giveaway, but he’s picked a body with big, messy curls to keep those hidden.

he quickly learns that training small, scruffy children on the cusp of puberty to throw a ball around is nothing like training hellhounds. practices are…intense, until he figures out that ordering them to “grovel before the Master of Darkness” is not appropriate conduct for a kids’ coach. and neither is urging them to “burn their enemies in hell’s eternal flames,” apparently.

it’s more exhausting than tormenting souls, trying to get kids to quit picking at the grass and breaking up scuffles (usually led by Pepper, of course) and handling Wensleydale, who can hardly hold the bat up and won’t stop pulling out a notebook to write poetry  – but he gets to spend quality time with his son, just as he’d hoped.

he takes the Them out for ice cream after games, even when they lose. (the first time they lost, he very nearly summoned all the demons of Hell to annihilate the opposing team, but remembered himself just in time.)

and it’s going pretty well until Crowley, oh no, not that obnoxious demon Crowley, the one who’d donated eggs to help make the antichrist in the first place and apparently considers himself a dad of Adam’s too, finds out about it. and suddenly there’s an assistant coach on Tadfield’s middle school team.


❝II’ll never be able to forget the defeat in the summer. Our pitchers improved drastically after experiencing the depressing defeat. Then this time, we have to win. There’s something you can only find at Nationals…

———————I want to take them there.

luke danes: 

  • wears nothing but flannel
  • wears backwards baseball caps
  • is handy with tools (i know its a stereotype but ahsfhjhj c’mon)
  • is married to a woman who has never truly felt attracted to a man, just the idea of being with a man, and was only ever in love with luke
  • dated another woman (rachel) who was clearly gay despite what the show said
  • nickname in highschool was “butch danes”
  • is a butch lesbian