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URGENT: #KeepHerInTheGame Home Stretch Plans

Pitches, Our #KeepHerInTheGame Campaign is down to its final days! We are excited about the work that we have all done so far, but we have a bit more to do. We know you may be feeling slightly down from recent news but hey, we are still in this! The game has not been called. So we need to make the most of these last few days. After some reevaluation, we’ve decided to shake things up a bit. We need a BIG LAST PUSH and we can’t do it without you all. All Pitches on deck. Pretty please (yeah, we’re not too proud to beg), we have ONE WEEK TO EXECUTE THIS… 

 The Plan: 

Fox went through a big shake up this week with the ousting of a prominent network figure. Without mentioning any names - let’s use that to our advantage. Right now more than ever Fox needs to show female viewers that they matter. Pitch is all about female empowerment and advancement. There is no better way to prove that by keeping Pitch. 

Dana Walden is one of two executives who will make the final decision whether Pitch gets another swing or not. Before she is an executive, she is first and foremost a woman, a mother, a wife, and a sister. Let’s appeal to those sides of her. Undoubtedly, as mother (possibly of a daughter) she too must love the message of empowerment and courage Ginny Baker sends not just to girls, but everyone. As a high powered FEMALE executive at a major television network, some of her struggles may have been similar to Ginny Baker’s. She must have been there to fight for S1, & we trust that she believes in S2 as well.

That’s why we are asking that you guys 1. call the main Fox number (310) 369-1000 and ask to be connected to Dana Walden’s office. Obviously we’re not going to get to speak directly with her, but we’ll be connected to her office and leave a message for her with someone (probably an assistant) asking Dana to renew Pitch and briefly tell her what the show means to you. 

Example: This is ___________, I’m from ____________, and I would like to ask Mrs. Walden to renew Pitch because of the positive message that it sends to women. I would also, like to thank her for taking a chance on it last season. Thank you for your time. (Have a nice day!)

Remember to be brief!!! These are business people so they’ll be quite busy, and hopefully they will get LOTS of calls, so let’s not take up too much of their time. 

Also please remember to be POLITE and RESPECTFUL. Ranting, rambling, and rudeness gets us nowhere. Please keep those things in mind. Again, we emphasize being brief. The call should be no longer than 30-45 seconds. We’d love to keep the calls coming until at least May 1st. We know we have asked a lot of you all, and you have met us in the middle every single time. Thank you so much from the bottom of our hearts. 

2. Snail mail is tangible and it goes so far with our message. Please, please consider sending Dana a short note by mail starting today 4/21/17 all the way until 5/1/17 emphasizing why it would be a good move for Fox to keep Pitch on the air. Remind them that they already have a gem in Pitch and it would be foolish of them to let it go. They got it right with this one, they just need to nurture it. Again PLEASE SEND A SNAIL MAIL NOTE. These notes could really make the difference. 

3. Finally our last twitter push will be on Wednesday, April 26th at 7PM. We will be trending #ThankYouInAdvanceDana. Let’s thank our lady executive ahead of the big decision for keeping Pitch on!! Let’s show her that we trust her and we know that both her and Gary will do the right thing by keeping Pitch on the air for another season! Remember: we don’t want to be lowkey passive aggressive, we want to be genuine. How will you feel when you get the news? Translate that feeling into a genuine thank you tweet to Dana for all she’s done for Pitch and will do in the future! Please come and join us for this one! You guys really showed up for #WhoseLineDriveIsItAnyway and we’d love to have that kind of response for this one as well! Invite your friends and make it a party!!

Let’s show Fox just how awesome and grateful our PitchFam is!

Examples: #ThankYouInAdvanceDana for putting women first at Fox by showing your support with Pitch S2!

 #ThankYouInAdvanceDana for getting it right with Keeping Her In The Game for another inning. 

We gave you a few options, that way everyone can join in, in a way that makes you comfortable! We really ask that you do the phone calls and notes especially though. Those are going to be directly reaching her and will definitely get noticed. Tweet us when you do and we’ll RT your hard work!

If you’re still reading, we love you, you’re the best most dedicated fans who deserve the world!!!

If you haven’t participated in any campaign activities thus far, NOW! IS! THE! TIME!  ALL PITCHES ON DECK in the final stretch. 

Every MLB team has its closer who comes out in those final innings to secure the game. Starting today #WeAreAllClosers. So get out on that mound and throw some balls folks. 

Originally posted by amusementforme


babysawa / eijun turns tiny for a week and baseball nerds try to babysit

Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 63

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Slip-n-Slide Kickball

A crowd stood around Loke as he explained the rules to slip-n-slide kickball. “It’s pretty simple if you already know the rules of kickball. The goal for your team is to score the most runs. While running around each base, you have to stay on the plastic tarps in between.”

Lucy scooted closer to Natsu, excitement bubbling in her chest at the thought of playing a sport with other people. She made sure to listen to the rules since this would be her first time playing.

“To be safe, you must have at least one limb inside the pool. Hand, foot, whatever. Unlike regular kickball, you can have more than one person on a base at any given time, but be careful. Too many people will make it harder to run to the next without tripping over each other.”

Loke pointed at the plastic tub full of water in front of him. “This is the pitcher’s mound. If the ball makes it back to the tub, the people on the base need to stop running. Also, unlike regular kickball, there are no limits to how many outs per inning. The inning ends when all players have kicked the ball, so make it count! We’ll be playing three innings per game.”

Loke paused for a moment before grinning. “Now, whoever wants to play needs to line up so we can pick our teams.”

Lucy walked to get in line, surprised when she saw Natsu following her. After what he said last week about not trying while playing sports, she thought he would have wanted to sit out. She couldn’t deny she was happy, wanting to play with him on the same team. She didn’t care if they won or not, she just wanted to have fun.

Lucy saw some of their friends getting in line, as well as a few kids from the school she recognized. She wondered if they were all going to end up on the same team, but it seemed unlikely. ‘I wonder how they pick?’ Her question was answered a moment later when Loke yelled, “Who else wants to be a team captain?”

“Me!” a voice Lucy recognized all too well answered.

She watched as Loke waved Dan over so they could begin. “Since it’s my party, I’ll go first.” Loke’s eyes scanned the line until they landed on a certain female. “Aries!”

Lucy’s excitement started again, feeling glad the girl was chosen first. However, that feeling died once she heard her name being called.

Scratch that.

It wasn’t her name.


Lucy’s eye twitched as her hands balled into fists. It was bad enough when he called her that directly, but now he was doing it in front of everyone. She refused to move, feet firmly planted on the ground. “That’s not my name,” she snapped back.

Dan sighed before saying, “Fine, Lucy.”

Lucy stole a glance at Natsu, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze before she started walking towards Dan’s side, upset she was separated from her boyfriend so soon. 'It shouldn’t be long until he’s picked.’

That was what she told herself, but she was wrong.

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Home Base

A/N: Rucas one-shot that just popped into my head one day. 
Summary: It’s the semi-finals. One win away from advancing to the State Championships. The bases are not loaded…but Riley Matthews sure is. 
Word count: 1,346

His shoulders were heaving with unsteady breaths. Lucas could feel the heat of the sun bearing down on him as a bead of sweat slowly made its way down the tip of his nose. The crowd was screaming incomprehensively, the cheering squad blowing their horns. His eyes glanced at the scoreboard. It was the bottom of the 9th, the visiting team from Eleanor Roosevelt High leading by one, as the Patriots of Abigail Adams High were out to bat, with 1 out and a player on first base.

Nerves were settling in as he watched his teammate and best friend Zay on home plate, waiting for the next pitch. His gaze then scanned over the crowd, coming to a halt in the front row bleachers when he met Riley’s eyes. He suddenly forgot how to breathe as the rest of the world fades away. She smiled at him and waved; motioning to the jersey she was wearing. It was his old baseball uniform from last year’s season.

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But like:

Steve teaching Tony how to properly hold the bat for the swing and he gets all close and personal. Like, Tony can feel the warmth from Steve’s chest against his back as well as his hands which fit so well on his hips, pushing him down slightly into the correct stance. And his face is right next to Tony’s, lips pressing against his right ear as he almost breathes out the instructions. 

Then he backs off and jogs towards the pitcher’s mound to throw the ball before looking at Tony with a sly smile followed by a wink. 


Take Me Out (part 3)

prompted by @bow-before-princess-kitkat, who sent me this post. (link contains spoilers for the fic!)

Megamind/Roxanne, PG rating, pre-movie au


The Metro City Wolverines are the worst team in the MLB. So Megamind, using the disguise watch to manage the stadium’s illegal betting pool, is understandably shocked when Miss Ritchi (at the stadium on a ‘date’ with Metro Man…and his mother) wants to place a bet that the Wolverines can win against the best ranked team in the league. But then, maybe the luck is turning for all of Metro City underdogs…

The Wolverines go up to bat in the bottom of the eighth with a sort of desperate determination.

Megamind is leaning forward in his seat, frowning, intent on the game. The first batter gets out on a fly ball. The second batter grounds out, but the third hits a ball that, strictly speaking, should probably just have been a single, but he keeps on running and makes it to second base.

It gives the fans, and the players, a new confidence; the fourth batter hits a single and the runner on second makes it to third.

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Originally posted by e-dna-e-mod-e

Being the Maximoff twins’ sister, and dating Peter would include…


  • Before you, Wanda and Pietro were experimented on, back before your parents died, you three were inseparable
  • Pietro and Wanda constantly teased you, since you were the youngest sibling
  • Having a Sokovian accent, but one that wasn’t as strong as Pietro or Wanda’s
  • Pietro was the sarcastic, funny older brother, who loved to remind Wanda that he was the older twin
  • “I’m twelve minutes older than you!”
  • And Wanda being the more uptight, responsible, grounded sibling, but you still loved her to bits
  • After you parents’ deaths, Wanda and Pietro’s hatred for America and the Avengers was what led to you, Pietro and Wanda becoming volunteers for an experiment that only you three would survive
  • Having the ability to shape reality by casting illusions, a power that was given to you after Baron Strucker experimented on you, Pietro, and Wanda
  • Since Wanda is the Scarlet Witch, and Pietro and Quicksilver, you’re mainly known as Mirage
  • Being held in a separate cell next to Wanda and Pietro at the HYDRA base in Sokovia for months on end, before you three escaped during the whole Ultron affair
  • Having trouble controlling your powers at first; the ability to shape reality can be terrifying, especially when you can’t control what you’re changing
  • Wanda trying her best to help you to control your mutation
  • “You’ve got to concentrate, sestrenka (Little/baby sister). I know it’s hard, but you can do it.”
  • The two of them being extremely protective of you, especially when you’re battling Ultron’s robots
  • “Y/n, watch out!”
  • Saving the Captain America from an Ultron, who was about to  shoot him from behind
  • “Thanks, Y/n.”
  • The twins being reluctant to let you out of their sight during the battle in Sokovia, and you don’t want to leave your older siblings either. The three of you have been a team since the beginning
  • But since Clint is watching over Wanda and Pietro, Natasha promised your older brother and sister that she would take care of you
  • “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble.”
    And the two of you make a pretty bad-ass team, shooting and blasting robots out of the air
  • She even lent you one of her guns - which was something of an honour to you
  • After Vision annihilated Ultron’s consciousness, you and Natasha sprinted over to where you had last seen the helicarrier
  • Seeing the team huddled around in a group, and running straight towards them, expecting to see Wanda and Pietro dashing towards you to engulf you in a big family bear-hug
  • What you didn’t expect to see was your brother, your lovable, idiot, dork of a big brother, lying completely still in an escape pod, covered in bullet wounds and blood
  • The first thought that goes through your head is that Pietro is probably playing a prank on you. He’s the fastest man alive, he can’t have possibly gotten shot… right?
  • But the look on the Avengers’ faces tells you otherwise
  • And you look around desperately for Wanda, but she refuses to look into your eyes
  • For the entire trip back on the helicarrier, everybody is silent. Especially you and Wanda
  • Because that day, you had lost your big brother, the person who had taught you how to play soccer. The person who had been there to ward the bullies off. The person who had told you stories while being trapped under the rubble of your old house after the Stark Industries bombs rained down on your hometown, just to make you laugh. And now, he was gone, and he wasn’t ever coming back
  • Being recruited into the Avengers after the battle in Sokovia, and you gratefully accept. It takes a little longer for you to convince Wanda to accept their offer, though
  • After moving into the Avengers Tower, you could finally tell how much your older sister had changed, how much she had matured in such a short time
  • She barely talks to you anymore, and it hurts. It really does. Because sisters are meant to stick together, and you needed Wanda more and ever, with Pietro’s death still fresh in your mind
  • But you don’t blame her, you really don’t. Pietro may have been your big brother, but he had been her twin. The two of them had been there for each other ever since they were born
  • But ever since Wanda had spent most of her time holed up in her new room, refusing to talk to anyone, you began starting to feel incredibly lonely
  • So Natasha took up the role as your substitute big sister, talking you through your grief. After all, if anybody knew about loss, it was her
  • “He wouldn’t want you to mope around the Tower. He’d want you to keep pushing on, and love your life.”
  • Going to Pietro’s funeral, months after the battle in Sokovia, which takes almost weeks of emotional preparation for you and Wanda
  • But it’s harder for Wanda, since the wounds of Pietro’s death are still fresh for her
  • So the Avengers ask you to make the eulogy for Pietro
  • “Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course. We just thought that since he was your- your brother, that you might want to do this.”
    Accepting their offer, because you want to honour the memory of Pietro, especially for Wanda
  • “Pietro was our brother, and he sacrificed himself to save us from Ultron. We’ll never forget him.”
    Not being able to stop yourself from hugging Clint when he introduces you to his new baby boy, Nathaniel Pietro Barton
  • “Woah, Y/n, you’re stronger than you look.”
  • Baby-sitting Nathaniel with Wanda whenever Natasha is on a mission
  • “Why is he crying so much? Is he hungry? Is he tired? Did he poop again?
  • Frequently having nightmares about being locked up in the cell at the HYDRA base in Sokovia, and Pietro’s death, causing you to wake up in the middle of the night
  • And the first time the nightmares hit, you have no idea what to do, so you just lie frozen in your bed, shaking and sobbing
  • Being pretty quiet the next day, since your mind is still replaying Pietro’s death over and over in your head
  • And Wanda, being the observant older sister she is, notices how uncharacteristically silent you are, even if she hasn’t been talking to you much recently
  • But you won’t tell her what’s wrong, so she has to read your mind to find out
  • “I miss him too, sestrenka. I miss him a lot. But you can always come to my room if you have a nightmare, you know that, right?
  • Then on padding over to Wanda’s room whenever you have a nightmare, and she lets you sleep in her bed for the rest of the night. And the two of you stare up at the stars, lying in a comfortable silence
  • Absolutely despising Tony Stark, just like Pietro and Wanda, before you joined the Avengers, since the billionaire’s bombs is what destroyed your home
  • But as you get to know the Avengers better, you begin to warm up to Tony; in fact, you actually kind of like his dry sarcasm and sharp wit
  • Knowing that Tony really is sincerely sorry for the whole mortar shell incident that destroyed your hometown. He might not display his feelings very well, but you know that he’s sorry for what he’s done
  • And, over time, you start to become his favourite in the Tower (Though he’ll never admit it). The two of you always hang out together
  • And one day, Tony gets hit by one of his panic/anxiety attacks, and stays holed up in the lab for days on end. The team, who took a vote, sent you down to go and check if he was still alive
  • “He’s more likely not to kill you, Y/n.”
  • So you walk down to the lab, knocking on the door
  • “Tony, can I come in?”
  • “Go away.”
  • Trying to crack the pass code on the door. Unfortunately, you’re not a genius like Bruce, so your multiple attempts failed
  • “JARVIS, what’s the password?”
    “I’m sorry, Miss Maximoff, but Tony specifically told me to keep everybody out of the lab.”
  • “JARVIS, give me the password. I need to make sure Tony hasn’t drowned himself in whiskey.”
  • “Miss Maximoff, I’m very sorry, but-”
  • “JARVIS. Password. Now.”
  • “…Very well, Miss.”
  • Walking in to find the billionaire looking like he hadn’t showered in days, buried in mounds of scrunched balls of paper, and the stench of alcohol lingering around room
  • Tony swatting your hand away when your try to shake him out of his drunk state
  • “Who-Whozzat?”
  • “It’s Y/n. The team sent me down to check on you. They didn’t really give me a choice, but I think it’s time you stop drowning yourself in alcohol. So get up, and we can go hang out at Chipotle.”
  • “…Okay.”
  • From then on, whenever Tony goes through one of his panic attacks, the team sends you down, because they know that you’re the only person he won’t blast with his repulsor beams
  • Making fun of Wanda, and how she and Vision are obviously into each other
  • “An omniscient purple guy with an infinity stone in his forehead? I didn’t think that was your type, Wanda, but hey, who am I to judge?”
  • Using your powers to change up your room every now and then 
  • Sometimes you’ll make it really fancy with soft classical music playing in the background, other times you’ll be sitting in the middle of a jungle
  • Creating an illusion of a pet dog, since Tony doesn’t allow pets in the building
  • And the best part about that is that you don’t have to clean up its poop
  • Being there for Wanda after the accident in Lagos
  • “Wanda, it wasn’t your fault-”
    “Y/n, you know it was my fault. I killed all those innocent people.”
  • Knowing that eventually you’ll have to pick a side after the Sokovia Accords are presented to the team
  • Tony keeping you in the Tower after Steve ‘goes rogue’ and breaks the law to help Bucky out
  • The billionaire saying that he only wants to keep you safe, but you know that he’s only ‘protecting’ you and Wanda because he doesn’t want to risk you joining Cap’s team
  • Resenting Tony more and more every day for forcing you and Wanda to stay at the Tower
  • Because while all the action is happening outside, you’re staying locked up with Vision as a babysitter
  • “Vision, can’t I just go out with Wanda to the park for a few minutes? I hate being cooped up in my room all day.”
  • “I’m sorry, Y/n, but Tony firmly insisted that the two of you stay away from the public.”
  • So at that moment, you were stuck watching Wanda and Vision flirting over paprika until you managed to find a way to escape
  • Before Clint miraculously bursts into the Tower, only just avoiding getting stabbed in the forehead by Wanda, to save you from your captivity
  • “Guess I should’ve knocked.”
  • Being more than willing to leave the Avengers Tower when Clint arrives to recruit you to Steve’s team
  • Because as much as you love Tony, you can’t say that you support the idea of the Sokovia Accords
  • “Sign me right up. Also, nice to see you out of retirement, Clint. I’ve missed you.”
  • “Missed you too, Y/n. Now, let’s go.”
  • Feeling a mixture of pride and guilt when Wanda sends Vision crashing who-knows-how-many levels down into the ground so that you’d have enough time to escape
  • But you would be lying if you said that you weren’t relieved
  • Meeting Peter during the airport battle in Germany, who can’t stop fangirling over your powers
  • “Oh my god, you’re Mirage, I’m such a huge fan, you can cast illusions and make people see things that aren’t there, and, oh my god, this is so cool.”
  • Peter not being able to stop talking to you excitedly throughout the entire battle, since you’re the only person in the team who’s around his age
  • “So how did you get your powers? Do you ever use them just for fun? What school do you go to? Oh wait, you probably don’t go to school, you’re an Avenger… What’s your real name?”
  • Not knowing what to do, because you don’t necessarily want to hurt this guy. In fact he seems kind of cute; his dorkiness was sort of endearing
  • “I got my powers from the mind stone. Yes, I do use them for fun, and no, I don’t go to school. And hi, I’m Y/n Maximoff.”
  • Peter fangirling throughout the entire fight, excitedly babbling on and on about the team to you
  • “It’s so cool to be working for Tony Stark, it’s like a dream come true.”
  • “Is that- Is that the Black Widow?”
  • “That guy with the metal arm is so cool!”
    “And the guy with the wings - how do they work?”
    “Your sister is awesome, she’s like a glowing red immortal goddess.”
  • “The purple guy seems really creepy, who is he?”
    “Do you think I could get Black Panther’s autograph?”
    “I love Hawkeye so much, he’s so under-appreciated.”
  • “Woah, can you do your hallucination-power thing again?”
  • The team going into over-protective family mode
  • “Spider-boy, stop following Y/n around.”
  • Wanda resisting the urge to blast Peter to bits when she sees him flirting with you, her baby sister
  • Because she absolutely refuses to have any guy flirt with you
  • After the heat of Civil War cools over, you try to go on a few dates with Peter
  • And the team is absolutely 100% not supportive of that idea
  • “Parker Boy and Y/n are walking down by Central Park, I repeat, they are walking down Central Park.”
    “Clint, I can see you. You know that, right?”
  • Wanda glaring at Peter every time he come over to hang out at the Avengers Tower
  • “Y/n, I don’t think your sister likes me very much.”
  • “Tony, just order the damn pizza already!”
    “Well, Steve wants pepperoni, Clint hates pineapple, Scott wants a meat pizza, Wanda doesn’t want any meat, and Vision technically doesn’t even need to eat. And besides, I literally can’t order the pizza, because Y/n and Parker broke all the phones in the Tower.”
  • Trying out a ‘normal’ life by attending high-school with Peter
  • Which only lasts for half a week, because you got suspended on your first day there for throwing your pencil-case at the maths teacher because your were bored
  • And you didn’t expect school to have that much homework - ain’t nobody got time to learn about atoms and algebra
  • “I don’t know how you do it, Peter.”
  • Staying up late to watch movies with Wanda almost every other night
  • “Can we re-watch and binge Parks and Rec?”
  • “Y/n, what is ‘Parks and Rec’?”
  • “Are you kidding me, Wanda? Are you kidding me?”
  • Using your powers to make Peter think that there are a bunch of spiders surrounding him - which you, for some reason, find hilarious
  • “Get it? Because you’re spider-man, hahaha.”

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Jonnor Drabble: Connor Teaches Jude How to Play Baseball

Anon requested: JONNER PROMPT: Connor trying to teach Jude how to play baseball and hit the ball but they keep getting distracted from one another

Connor Teaches Jude How to Play Baseball:

“You’ll be fine,” Connor assures as they walk onto the empty baseball diamond.

“But I’ve never even played baseball before,” Jude whines, “I’m going to kill myself.”

“You’ll be fine. Stop whining.” Connor dropped the bag full of baseball equipment on the ground. He started to dig through it. “All I’m doing is teaching you how to hit a baseball. Worst case is that you don’t end up hitting a ball. You’re not going to kill yourself.”

“What if the ball ends up hitting me instead of me hitting it?”

“I know how to throw a baseball, Jude.”

“Jude.” Connor stood up and put his hands on Jude’s shoulder. “We’re just having fun. I’m not asking you to join a baseball team. You promised we could do something I like for a change.”

Jude sighed. “Fine. But if I hit myself in the head with the bat, it’s your fault.”

Connor smiled and kissed Jude’s cheek. He got the equipment out of the bag. He handed Jude a bat. He put a mitt on his hands and grabbed a ball. He led Jude over to home plate. “You stand here.” Connor walked over to the pitchers mound. “Just swing at the ball.”

“I’m not athletic, Connor. This is going to end horribly.”

Connor chuckled. He threw the ball. Jude swung and missed. He almost stumbled over. Connor threw the ball again. Jude tried to swing and missed again.

“You’re not swinging right,” Connor said. He walked over to Jude. “You have to move your hips when you swing and have a good stance so you won’t fall over.” He moved behind Jude. He put his hands on his hips and moved them so he was standing right. Jude blushed and Connor smiled. He fixed Jude’s arms and held his wrists. “You swing like this.” He showed Jude how to swing, moving with him.

Jude’s face turned bright red. “I-I think I got it.”

Connor blushed as well. “Alright.” He let go of Jude and went back to the pitcher’s mound. He threw the ball and Jude swung like Connor had showed him. He hit the ball, but it didn’t go very far. However, Jude was still happy that he hit it. He had a giant smile painted on his face.

“See, you did it,” Connor exclaimed.

“I’m not signing up for a baseball league anytime soon.”

Connor walked over to Jude. “That’s ok. Leave the baseball to me.”

Perfect Game

A/N: This was something @syl-writes-stuff and I wrote a while back on a whim. She submitted her part to me and then I responded, but at the time we weren’t even posting LCOL let alone Radio Silence, so we left it alone for a while, and I think kinda forgot about it. But! I was looking at a fic for college MBF that I’m thinking of posting, and was reminded of this, so here you guys go! It’s not one of the side stories, just a little fun thing that we played around with. So enjoy!

The footage was a little shaky at first, the only thing audible was her breathing. “Okay!” she eventually said, as the sounds of a crowd grew. The camera was bobbled shifted, and Mabel’s grinning face popped into frame. The familiar pine tree hat was settled atop her head rather than her twin’s. “Okay! Okay, this is working, right? I think- Okay, yes, it’s working. I just had to sneak into the locker room to steal Dipdop’s phone, so he couldn’t text you or call you after the game because I don’t want to spoil this if it ends up being good. And I think it’s going to be really good!

“Plus, I think you’d rather see it for yourself even if you can’t actually be here. At least the end of it because nine whole innings of a sport we all know you don’t know anything about would probably be really boring.”

The camera was jostled a little as she sat down. “Anyway, here’s what’s going on. A perfect game is when the pitcher never lets anyone on base. Every batter that comes up, gets out. He let a couple of hits go by in the earlier innings, but he got lucky because the outfield’s really good this year. But! It’s really hard to pitch a perfect game. It’s never been done before in the history of our whole school, and Dipper has two batters left. There were three. I wanted to get the whole half-inning, but it was harder than I thought to get into the locker room.

“But now that there are two batters left-” She looked up, watching something out of frame, and flailed her hands. “Oh, no, I’m talking too much! There’s only one! This is it!”

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Fight Me

hey guys! finally got around to making stuff for Solangelo weekend so here’s a fic I wrote, but I’m working on a fanmix and some art that will hopefully be posted later.

read it on ao3 (recommended)

Nico knew baseball was a bad idea. Yet here he was, on a muggy Saturday morning, trying to play with the guys. He was really irritated. Firstly, because it was so hot and so early and he could be sleeping right now; and because baseball was just so damn confusing. In Italy, football was simple and universal. Everyone knew how to play, even if you weren’t good. But in baseball, there were so many rules, ways to cheat up and steal off the bases, different pitches you could use to throw off the batter.

Nico was pitching now, which seemed to be the only position he was halfway decent at. All he had to focus on was throwing the ball right into Beckendorf’s catcher’s mitt. There weren’t even enough of them for one full team, so they were batting one at a time and rotating positions as they went. Nico took a deep breath as Percy stepped up to bat, trying to ignore the cocky smirk on his face, and those baseball pants… He had gotten over his childish crush on him a long time ago; and even told him, and they were friends now, but still. Distracting.

Nico fiddled with the baseball, lining up the laces. He tried to look for any weaknesses. Percy was left handed, so his hits would pull farther to the right, towards first. He was also two steps closer to first base, because he was left handed he wouldn’t have to step over home plate after his hit. Nico checked in with Beckendorf, who gave him a thumbs up from his spot behind home. Nico took another deep breath, knowing Percy would probably get a good rip over the fence and make him look like a dumbass.

Nico threw two pitches and both were pretty good, as far as he could tell. But Percy just stood there, not even flinching. What is he waiting for? Nico looked over at Frank, who gave him a reassuring nod from his spot as third baseman. He dug his foot in the dirt of the pitchers mound. The second the ball left his hand, time seemed to slow down. Percy swung, throwing out his hands and rolling his wrists. Nico flinched as the ball made contact, a loud crack against the wooden bat.

He closed his eyes out of instinct. When he opened them, the ball was hurtling towards him, a perfect line drive. It was moving too fast for him to dodge to the side. The ball slammed into his chest with a sickening crunch.

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Pitching To Win - Ashton Baseball AU Imagine - Part Two



Part One

***** Ashton’s POV *****

I stood up at the mound, spinning the ball in my fingers, feeling the lace running in my skin.

Freaking flamboyant wind up. What the bloody hell does that mean? Not like a wind up can be gay or something. I’m going to scream. Then I let in that damn homerun in. I want to punch myself for that.

But that girl. She called me out. And now I can’t stop thinking about her.


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“C'mon, Sammy, toss me the key. Y/N isn’t answering the door.” Dean yelled at his brother, who was exiting the Impala’s passenger side door. 

Sam threw the key chain to Dean underhand, missing Cas’s head by an inch as he strolled from the backseat exit to the door. “Sorry, Cas.” Sam said. 

“It’s fine” Cas replied, carrying a bag to the door as Dean unlocked the door. 

Opening the door, Dean froze. “Dean, wha-” Cas inquired, but stopped short once he came to the doorway. 

“Alright, what the hell are you staring at?” Sam said exasperatedly, but Dean took a few short steps into the bunker to stand at the top of the stairway. 

Cas followed Dean in, dropping the bag as soon as he was inside. Sam quickly power walked in after them, gasping at the sight of the bunker’s entry room. 

The floor was coated in a rainbow of plastic balls, all of the same size. It looked to be about two to three feet of plastic balls. Charlie and Y/N were falling back like humpback whales onto mounds of balls, which quickly buried them like an ocean of skittles. 

“What the fuck..” Sam said loudly, over the obnoxious noise of the balls. 

Dean, however, had dashed down the stairway to the neoteric sea of balls, belly flopping onto a thicker portion of the spherical plastic sea. Castiel began to descend the stairs, grinning as he watched Charlie and Y/N pelt Dean with balls like snowballs. 

Sam was smilling ear to ear, running down two steps at a time to join Dean in trying to fight off the girls. 

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#10. Or #4. Or both! And Swan Queen, of course! :) :*

10) “Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t give me that look, Regina…”

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong!?” Emma paced back and forth beneath the bleachers. “First, you threatened the Umpire if he called any of Henry’ pitches balls, and newsflash Henry isn’t that good, all of his pitches were balls.”

“Just because I said I’d destroy the referee’s happiness doesn’t mean it was related to Henry’s pitching abilities,” Regina crossed her arms and stared at her fingernails with indifference.

“You had a fireball in your hand at the time!” Emma was about to pull out her hair. “And for the last time it’s an umpire not a referee.”

“I hardly see the difference, just like the referee can’t tell between a strike and a ball!” Regina yelled so that their very public fight could be heard from above.

“Will you keep your voice down?” Emma hissed, and stalked closer to Regina. “This is embarrassing.”

“Hardly,” Regina stated with contempt.

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Ball Pit

Author: Holly

Character: No intimate relationships in this one

Trigger Warning: Alcohol

Based on this imagine. 

“C’mon, Sammy, toss me the key. Y/N isn’t answering the door.” Dean yelled at his brother, who was exiting the Impala’s passenger side door.
Sam threw the key chain to Dean underhand, missing Cas’s head by an inch as he strolled from the backseat exit to the door. “Sorry, Cas.” Sam said.
“It’s fine” Cas replied, carrying a bag to the door as Dean unlocked the door.
Opening the door, Dean froze. “Dean, wha-” Cas inquired, but stopped short once he came to the doorway.
“Alright, what the hell are you staring at?” Sam said exasperatedly, but Dean took a few short steps into the bunker to stand at the top of the stairway.
Cas followed Dean in, dropping the bag as soon as he was inside. Sam quickly power walked in after them, gasping at the sight of the bunker’s entry room.
The floor was coated in a rainbow of plastic balls, all of the same size. It looked to be about two to three feet of plastic balls. Charlie and Y/N were falling back like humpback whales onto mounds of balls, which quickly buried them like an ocean of skittles.
“What the fuck..” Sam said loudly, over the obnoxious noise of the balls.
Dean, however, had dashed down the stairway to the neoteric sea of balls, belly flopping onto a thicker portion of the spherical plastic sea. Castiel began to descend the stairs, grinning as he watched Charlie and Y/N pelt Dean with balls like snowballs.
Sam was smilling ear to ear, running down two steps at a time to join Dean in trying to fight off the girls.
Screeching battle cries, Charlie and Y/N attempted to drown the boys in a wave of plastic, but with larger hands and arms they eventually fought back, causing Y/N and Charlie to fall back towards the archaic table in the center of the room. Using it as a makeshift fort, they began fighting back with even more ferocity and power.
Eventually, Castiel braved the storm of oncoming balls managed to drop an entire armload onto both Charlie and Y/N. Seizing her chance, Y/N kept up and dragged Castiel down with her behind the table and screamed to Team Winchester: “WE’VE GOT A HOSTAGE!”
Castiel, however, thought otherwise as he picked up both Charlie and Y/N, proclaiming loudly “We have two hostages.”  
Laughing wildly, Sam and Dean watched Cas toss Charlie into a particularly large hill of balls, and Y/N into an adjacent heap. Flailing wildly, Y/N flew gracelessly a short distance before flopping into the balls.
Noise reverberated off the solid bunker walls, and the wrestling came to a stop with the introduction of drinks.
Sitting down on various beanbags acquired from Y/N’s room, reminiscing, talking and drinking was now the central event. Eventually, a slightly tipsy buzz was achieved, and Dean pulled out his phone. “Whatcha doing?” Y/N inquired, trying to peek over his shoulder. Dean leaned back, texting rapidly with a previously unknown speed and precision. Moments later, a familiar sardonic voice called out from the dungeon area. “Finally learned how to text, Dean?” Crowley said, glee in his voice. Y/N leaned back in the beanbag, reclining back until she was entirely horizontal. Closing her eyes, Y/N relaxed for a moment before someone gripped her ankle and shoved her off backwards.
Her eyes popper open to see Crowley situating himself in her spot. Smiling, he said “Seniority rights.”
Huffing and standing up, Y/N grabbed an armful of balls and rained them on him. Laughing loudly, she quickly sashayed aside to Charlie’s beanbag where she sat down against its side.
Crowley scowled, and Y/N threw a blue ball at him. “Lighten up” she said, shit eating grin on her face.
He caught it, and whipped it back at her, but missed at instead hit Castiel on the side of the head. “Nice aim, old man!” Y/N yelled, dashing away and ducking into a deeper section of the floor.
Dean decided to enter the new war just then, and began rapid firing balls towards everyone in the vicinity, guffawing as he dashed away from Sam and Cas, who were now putting down their beers to come after him.
Fire from everyone was exchanged, but eventually three teams were formed: Crowley by himself, who seemed to be holding his own, Dean and Charlie, who had claimed the table, and Y/N, Sam, and Cas, who had piled the beanbags into a wall around them as they sent colorful canon fire.
Somehow, Crowley joined Dean and Charlie in an alliance, and Dean and Crowley charged forward; Charlie rode on Dean’s back, leaping off into the balls as he neared your fort.
“EAT BALLS, NERDS!” Charlie shrieked, dumping armfuls of plastic balls tumbling into the open ring of beanbags. Dean tossed copious amounts of them into the fort as well, and Crowley came from behind and pushed a couple bean bags on top of the trio.
Laughing, Sam threw off a beanbag and stood, lifting his arms to resemble Christ the Redeemer. Ball after ball pelted him, ricocheting off to hit Y/N and Cas. Diving at Dean’s lower legs, Y/N took him out, while Cas stunned both Crowley and Charlie with a multitude of balls.
Eventually, you all sat down once again, giggling as balls heaped around you tumbled down with every move.
“How’d you even get all of these, anyways?” Dean questioned, looking to first Charlie and then Y/N.
“There was a business that was shutting down, and they had a massive sale on these. Like, 90% off.” Charlie answered, smiling and lifting her hands up from the floor of balls to push hair out of her face. 
“So, naturally, we bought enough to fill the floors of a couple rooms in the bunker.” Y/N said, giggling as she steadily immersed herself in the balls.
“You people are mad” Crowley said, putting his hand over his face.
“Thanks, Captian Obvious.” Sam shot at him, drawing laughter from Dean.
A warm, comforting glow embraced the scene. “So this is family.” Y/N thought to herself, watching Sam’s pathetic attempt to juggle.
Crowley put him to shame, tossing several balls up into the air and letting them eventually boink Castiel on the head.
Y/N sat with her head on her hand, a faraway look in her eyes, observing the scene.
“I like it.”