summary: someone special to adley surprises him for his birthday...
"Adley's going to love this surprise," Josie couldn't help but giggle to herself as she ushered you into the house. "He stepped out for the moment, but trust me, I think he's going to burst into tears when he sees you...He misses you that much, Y/N."
Originally, you were going to miss your boyfriend's birthday party on the account that you are a student at a college almost halfway across the country and he was back in Oregon, where he was spending the offseason with his family...or so you thought until Josie, Adley's sister, messaged you one night and talked about how much he was missing you and how sulky he was to the point she couldn't bear seeing him so immediately after the conversation, you booked a flight to Eugene and planned to spend a few days with him and his family before you had to return.
"Y/N, honey, you made it!" A giant grin lit up Mama Rutschman's face as soon as she saw you; bringing you into a warm embrace. "It's so good to see you again."
You couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle and hug her back, "it's great to see you too, Mama Rutschman," you quietly whispered while pulling away from the hug.
"I think Adley and his father are coming back in a few minutes," Mama Rutschman soon spoke after glancing at the wall clock across the room. "We need to act quickly before the cat's out of the bag!"
You knew what she was getting at, so you nodded your head and smiled at the ladies standing in front of you. "I'll go unpack my stuff and get freshened up for the party; Josie, send me the signal when it's time for the grand reveal."
"Aye, aye, captain," Josie jokingly winked at you and gave you a playful salute.
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"Why do I feel like something's going to happen?" Adley couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at his family as they gathered around in the dining room. He glanced at his sister for a moment, who offered him no help but a simple shrug.
Then he glanced at his parents, who also feigned innocence and pretended to ignore the question.
There was definitely something going on. And Adley wanted to get to the bottom of it.
While Adley appeared to be lost in his thoughts for what appeared to be a few moments, Josie jumped at the opportunity to send you the all-clear signal.
"Thank god, my knees were starting to cry," you mumbled under your breath while standing up from your crouched position behind the kitchen counter island. You then held onto the small round birthday cake in your hands with a firm grip, "well, here goes nothing."
Quietly humming to yourself, you sauntered into the dining room, where an unsuspecting Adley awaited your presence. Well, needless to say, your surprise plan was almost perfect...until you stumbled on your feet and the cake flew from your hands and onto his face.
Josie and her parents couldn't stifle their giggles as they watched Adley try to wipe the buttercream frosting from his face.
As soon as he got the frosting out of his eyes, he couldn't help but stare at you with a sly smirk.
"Surprise...?" It was all you could muster out while staring at him with a sheepish grin.
hi bff i was wondering if u could write #17 of the physical affection prompt list with max fried 🧍🏻♀️
MR. MAX
17. "tugging on the bottom of someone's shirt" (from this prompt list)
tagging @97soroka just cause we love maxwell.
tw: children
if there was one thing ellie y/l/n loved, it was baseball. from a young age, your dad would play games, and ellie would just watch the screen, mesmerized.
"mommy! did you hear?" ellie asked, running up to you.
"what?" you asked.
"grandpa got us tickets to a game."
"did he now?" you looked up at your dad, who was suddenly interested in the paint on the wall of the living room.
"uh-huh." she nodded, "it's this friday, so it's after work, so you can't say no." ellie stated.
"well, i guess i can't." you hiked her further up your hip, "did you say thank you?"
"i did." ellie nodded.
"all right, well, i guess we'll be seeing you on friday." you looked up at your father, who only smiled, "say goodnight."
"goodnight, grandpa." ellie waved.
on friday, you were all decked out in your braves merch and driving to the stadium, "can we get nachos?"
"only if grandpa's paying." you joked.
"only if your mom pays for the cotton candy." your dad bit back.
after the game, and the braves winning, your dad had told you he knew someone who worked at the stadium who could get you "backstage".
your dad wasn't lying either.
he did know a security guard, who let you back where a few players were taking photos with a few other fans, "look, ellie." ellie's eyes lit up as she looked up at all her favorite players.
"look, mommy. it's freddie freeman." ellie pointed in shock.
"i know." the moment the security guard let her through, she was running up to the first player in the line and began talking his ear off.
"picture, mommy." she stated. you pulled out your phone and snapped a photo of her and the player. she moved further down the line, before ending up in front of max fried.
he wasn't in the line with all the other players, he was just standing off to the side, messing with his phone. ellie reached up and tugged on the bottom of his shirt.
he looked down and smiled, "hi."
"hi." she smiled, flashing her two missing front teeth.
"what's your name?" he asked, bending down to her level.
"my name is ellie. i know your name, you're max fried."
"that i am." max chuckled.
"ellie, you can' just wander off like that." you rushed up and grabbed her hand, "sorry." you smiled up at max.
"no, don't apologize." max shook his head, "i hope to see you again in the future soon, miss ellie."
So... I think I’m gonna have a blurb night to help everyone feel better about the chaos that’s gone on over the last 24 hours.
Feel free to send in your ideas for hockey AND baseball players. I’m open to fluff or smut, but nothing too graphic if it is smut. I’m more in the mood for soft smut tonight.
Anyways! Request are open until I say otherwise so feel free to send in your ideas. Hope this helps some people decompress after the stress of the draft and the trades!
(I’ll be tagging everything I write as “#robins blurb requests” if you wanna blacklist the tag!)
You met Davis one summer evening at a baseball game in Buffalo. As you watched the players on the field, your eyes were drawn to his athleticism and grace. He was the team's utility player, always ready to step in wherever he was needed. You couldn't help but be captivated by his charm and infectious smile.
Your paths crossed by chance at a post-game celebration. Davis approached you with a nervous yet genuine smile, introducing himself with a warm handshake. From that moment, a connection between you grew into something beautiful and unique.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. You spent countless hours together, sharing laughter, dreams, and secrets. Davis became your confidante, your rock, and your greatest supporter. The bond between you was unbreakable, or so you thought.
As the baseball season progressed, Davis's talent shone brightly, drawing the attention of the bigwigs in Toronto, who gave him an opportunity to show his talent among the crowds of thousands of fans at the Rogers Centre. The dreams he had nurtured since childhood were within his grasp, but it came with a heavy price.
With each passing game, Davis's dedication to his sport intensified. He spent less time by your side, and his absence weighed heavily on your heart. You understood the sacrifices required to pursue a career in professional sports, yet it didn't make it any easier.
The letters and phone calls became sporadic, filled with apologies and promises to make it up to you. But as the distance between you grew, so did the ache in your chest. You missed the late-night conversations, the stolen moments of tenderness, and the feeling of being truly understood.
The day came when Davis was called up to the major leagues. It was a bittersweet triumph, for while he achieved his lifelong dream, it meant a chasm separating the two of you. You stood at the airport, his bags packed, and tears streaming down your face. The weight of the impending goodbye pressed upon your chest, suffocating your hopes.
He held your trembling hands, his eyes filled with regret and longing. "I never wanted to hurt you," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "But I can't let go of this opportunity. It's my chance to make something of myself."
You nodded, unable to find your voice. You understood Davis's desires, drive, and relentless pursuit of a career that consumed him. But it didn't make the impending emptiness any less painful. You wished for a different outcome, a future filled with shared moments, but life had its own plans.
Months passed, and you found yourself drowning in a sea of memories. The photographs on the walls and the echoes of laughter haunted every corner of your home. The ache in your heart grew with each passing day as if the absence of his presence had carved a void within you.
You followed Davis's career from a distance, watching his name become synonymous with success. He became a star, celebrated by fans and loved ones alike. But in your heart, he remained the person who had stolen a piece of you, leaving you adrift in melancholy.
Time couldn't heal the wounds inflicted by the separation. The pain lingered, a constant reminder of what could have been. The dreams you once shared became faded fragments of a distant past, and the thought of finding love again seemed impossible.
Years rolled by, and Davis's star continued to rise. The world celebrated his victories while you silently mourned the love that slipped through your fingers. You wondered if he ever thought of you, if regret ever danced across his mind during quiet moments of solitude.
One fateful evening, a familiar face caught your eye as you sat alone in a quiet café. It was Davis, albeit older, wearier, and weathered by the demands of fame. He stood at the entrance, hesitating momentarily before his gaze met yours.
He crossed the room, his footsteps heavy with unspoken words. As he reached your table, the silence between you was thick with the weight of what had been lost. He sat down, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and regret.
"I thought about you every day," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I never stopped loving you, not for a single moment. But I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in your eyes if I failed. I'm sorry for breaking your heart.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his confession. The wounds he had unknowingly inflicted were laid bare, and the pain that had consumed you for so long threatened to overflow.
"I never stopped loving you either," you whispered, your voice trembling. "But the path we chose led us down separate roads, and we can't turn back time."
Davis nodded, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I understand," he said softly. "I have regrets, but I can't undo what's been done."
You both sat silently, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. As you looked into each other's eyes, you realized that even though the love you once shared was still alive, it had been battered and bruised by the passage of time.
With a heavy heart, you bid your final farewell to Davis, knowing it was time to let go of the dreams and memories that held you captive. It was a melancholic and somber ending to a love story that had burned brightly but ultimately fizzled out.
Life moved on, as it always does, and you found solace in the healing power of time. The ache in your heart gradually subsided, replaced by acceptance and a newfound strength. You began to rebuild your life, piece by piece, embracing the lessons learned from the bittersweet love affair with Davis.
And though the wounds of the past would always leave their mark, you discovered that the human spirit has an incredible capacity to heal. You opened your heart to new possibilities, knowing that love, in all its forms, could still find its way to you.
As you walked toward an uncertain future, you carried with you the memories of a love that once burned brightly, now a melancholic ember in the depths of your soul. And while the ending was tinged with sadness, you knew deep within that you were more robust for having loved and lost.
For you and Davis, your paths simply…diverged. It led to you both living separate lives. But the imprint of your love story remained, forever etched in the annals of both of your hearts. And perhaps, in the tapestry of your lives, you both would find solace in the knowledge that you and Davis had shared something extraordinary, even if it had been destined to end in melancholy...
If you’re still doing prompts would you maybe do 10 or 11 (from the hugging prompt list) or both with Tyler Glasnow? 🥺🥰 please and thank you!
WE’L BE OKAY
of course! i'm gonna do #11.
11. "clinging to each other" (from this prompt list)
whenever tyler went away for games it was always hard. he went away a lot, but it was still hard, and it only got harder each time.
this time was no different. he was packing his stuff up while you sat on the bed, watching as he folded each item of clothing and put it in his bag.
"you have everything?" you asked when he finally zipped up his bag.
"yeah." he nodded.
"okay." you nodded, nudging the dog that was laying in your lap and hopping off the bed to see him off. you walked behind him to the door.
"i love you," he told you.
"i love you, too." you smiled. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to your level.
he bent down and wrapped his arms around your waist. you stayed there, never wanted to let go, "don't get hit with too many balls." you told him.
"i'll try not to." he laughed.
"good." you nodded.
"don't watch any new episodes of the good place without me."
you smiled, "i won't."
"good." he nodded.
"you both pulled away when you heard a car honk outside. you caressed your knuckle across his cheek bone, "i'll see you in a few days. we can do that. we've done it before." he reminded you.
"i know. we can do this." you nodded, pulling him down for a kiss.
"we got this," he whispered.
"we got this." you smiled, holding your fist out. he hit his fist against yours.
Can I request 3 and 7 from the physical affection prompt list with our lovely tyler glasnow please?☀️
FUTURE MRS. GLASNOW
3. "smiling into a kiss" & "squishing someone's cheeks" (from this prompt list)
you and tyler had been dating for a good few years. the one question you got after two years was when you were gonna get married. after being together for four years, tyler finally got his act together and knew it was time to finally pop the question.
so, he asked your friends for their input on what to do. they obviously told him your favorite kinds of rings but left the decision up to him.
he designed a ring, but even after he picked it up he didn't know what to do. he carried it around for a few months before finally deciding to man up and go through with it.
"what are we doing here?" you asked tyler as he held your hand and helped you up to the top of the mountain.
"it's the best view. i promise." he smiled helping you onto the next rock, which overlooked everything.
you gasped, "wow, this is definitely worth it." you chuckled.
"i'm glad." he smiled, shakily pulling the ring out of his pocket and getting down on one knee, waiting for you.
you observed the view for a second longer before turning back to tyler and gasping once again, "holy fork." you covered your mouth.
tyler laughed at your choice of words. you had to sit down to stabilize yourself, "are you being serious? like, this isn't a joke?"
"yes, i'm being serious. this isn't a joke." he nodded, the brightest smile you'd ever seen crossing his face.
"oh, my god, ty." you could barely get the words out as tears filled your eyes.
"we both know i'm not good with speeches, so i'm gonna make it quick." he opened the box, "when we first met, i would've thought you'd run for the hills, seeing as i was making a complete fool of myself. but you didn't. you stuck around for some reason, and i thank god every day that you do."
"i love you so much, more than i think i understand. so, y/n, will you marry me?" he watched you, waiting for your reaction.
you nodded your head, unable to get any words out. his smile only got bigger and took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto your finger quickly.
he cupped your face as you cried, "oh, god this is so unattractive." you wiped your eyes.
"well, we're getting married now, so i guess i better get used to all of this." you slapped his arm playfully, "i'm kidding." he laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.
you could feel his smile as your lips moved together. you pulled away, only when you needed air. you leaned your forehead against his, "we're getting married." you whispered, almost trying to convince yourself that it really happened.
"yeah, we are." he nodded, moving his hand to squish your cheeks together, "get ready for forever, future mrs. glasnow." he smirked, pecking your lips again.
kit, my love! this one's for you <33 sorry this one's so short.
the lights were dimmed as your fingers strummed the guitar strings. the sound of the crowd cheering almost drowned out your guitar, "you've been amazing, chicago." you smiled as the cheers got louder.
"this last song is dedicated to michael john graydon soroka, my mikey." the smile that found its way on your face could be seen from miles away.
"so, this is his favorite song." you looked off to the section where you knew he was sitting, and blew him a kiss, sending the entire crowd into aws.
after the show and after the meet n greet, you walked into the green room, where mike was sitting. when he saw you, he jumped off the couch, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you off the ground.
"i'm so proud of you. you were so amazing." he pressed kisses all around your face.
"i'm so happy you were able to come to the show."
"i would fly all around the world to see you perform." you smiled, "do you have a show tomorrow?"
"no, we'll be here for a few hours, then we leave to fly to columbus."
"so, we better make the most of the time we have."
pairing: calum/reader
rating: pg - some swearing
requested: yes (i was doing blurbs if given a prompt)
word count: 2k
summary: (Y/N) meets her favorite baseball player and he begs her to come see him play
masterlist // the soul tattoo
I love baseball. If you took one look at me, you’d never think so, but I do. The sport is magical and exciting and stressful all at once. It does help that the players are cute as hell too. I’ve been a fan of my hometown team since I was a kid. Once spring training started, my dad and I would be at a game at least once a week. I grew up knowing all the stats of every player and even playing the game myself. Come college, I stopped playing softball, but it was still a part of my heart. Now that I’m older, my dad knows how much more I love our players. He even joked that I would one day marry my favorite player on our hometown team, Calum Hood.
He was a newly added player to our hometown team. He joined the major leagues at the age of 21. I was 19 at the time. He was such a hot commodity, every girl on my high school softball team was in love with him. He was so young, but so good as shortstop. He started with the Miami Marlins and was traded to our hometown team five years later.
Now he was 26 and absolutely killing it out on the field. He was doing so well. He was one reasons why the Miami Marlins almost went to World Series. When I found out my hometown team stole him for the new season, I was ecstatic. God, I loved him.
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One day, I was visiting home for the weekend and my dad and I were out at the grocery store getting ingredients to make dinner, when I ran into a familiar face in the wine and spirits aisle. I almost dropped my basket and the bottle of pinot noir when I saw him.
There he was. Calum Hood in all his beautiful glory. Standing tall at 6”1’, holding a basket filled with numerous ingredients. He was in sweatpants and our hometown team sweater and sandals. He looked so different out of his normal baseball uniform. He was examining a bottle of wine, when my dad came up behind me and startled me.
“Honey, can you just pick a bottle, please? I don’t want to stand here for hours like we did last week,” he joked. I whipped around and tried to silence him - he could always be so embarrassing. I hear Calum laugh beside me.
“Hey, picking out a good wine can be difficult, so I don’t blame her. I’m having trouble here myself,” he said. I turn back towards him, by eyes widening. My dad chuckles as he nudges me.
“Well, I’ll be damned. If it isn’t our favorite baseball player!” My dad says as he sets down his basket and extends and hand towards Calum. I try to say something, but I’m standing there like an awkward mute, my basket feeling heavier in my hand.
Calum breaks out into a wide grin and reaches for my dad’s hand.
“Robert,” my dad said as he shook hands with Calum.
“Calum, pleased to meet you, Robert! Thanks for the support!” Calum said, his smile widening from ear to ear. He turns to me and extends his hand. I reach out to shake his hand and instantly feel my face growing red. “And you are…?” he asks.
“(Y/N),” I stutter out. “Uh, big fan.” I quickly say, somehow still holding his hand. Calum lightly laughs as he lets go of my hand. My dad wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me in quickly.
“We’ve been fans of the team for as long as we can remember! I know she doesn’t look it, but this one here is more than excited to see you!”
My eyes widen as I turn to my dad. I quietly scold him with my eyes. I turn back to see Calum chuckling softly as he rubs the back of his neck. He smiles warmly at me.
My dad quickly steps away from me and takes out his phone. “Well c’mon! Let’s get a picture of the two of you!”
“Oh god, dad. No - I’m sure Calum has to -” I try to say, but Calum stops me.
“Yeah, of course! Anything for a fan of mine,” he says as he winks at me.
Did he just wink at me!?
Before I could even think more into it, he set his basket down and moves to pose next to me. Standing next to him, I was SMALL. He basically towered over me. He gently put an arm around my shoulders and slowly pulled me into him. I swear I almost passed out on the spot. I could not believe this was happening. Calum lightly nudged me and said, “Smile!”
I laughed and my dad took the picture.
“Well ain’t this the cutest pair you’ve ever seen?” my dad said as he shows us the pictures. I feel my face grow warm as I quickly step away from Calum. We really did look super cute together. I look up to see Calum’s geeky grin.
“Tag me in this photo, yeah?” Calum said to me, a gentle smile on his face. I blushed and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Oh yeah, totally! Thanks, Calum!” I said, trying to keep my cool. Calum flashes me another smile.
“You’re welcome! Hopefully I’ll catch you at a game sometime soon?” He said as he reaches down to grab his basket.
My dad went up to pat his back, “Of course, son. Wouldn’t miss it!” I simply nodded and gave him another smile. Calum gave me a lopsided smile and began to walk away.
“You two have a nice day! It was nice to meet you both!” He said before he turned and disappeared around the corner.
I breathed out a loud sigh, just realizing I was shaking.
“Oh my god, DAD. We met Calum Hood!” I exclaimed.
My dad just laughed and patted me on the back. “Should’ve asked for his number, hon.” He teased. He started walking down the aisle, examining the bottles of red wine on the shelves.
I groaned. “God dad, you’re so embarrassing.”
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Once we got home, I decided to post the picture of Calum and I on Instagram. I couldn’t stop looking at it. We really did look cute together.
I didn’t know how to caption it and I wasn’t sure he was even going to see it, so I just posted it with “3 has always been my favorite number xx”
My heart was racing as I reread the caption, knowing that I was referring to his player number. Seconds had passed by and suddenly my notifications were flooding in before I could even take in what was happening.
Most of the comments were from my friends, all of them freaking out because they knew how much I loved him. A few were from old friends who loved baseball as much as I do saying there were jealous.
A few minutes passed when I got a message notification. My heart raced against my chest when I saw who it was from.
“Oh my god. oH MY GOD. DAD!” I yelled.
I heard footsteps bounding towards my bedroom door and my dad bursted it. “What!? WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT’S WRONG? HONEY, ARE YOU OKAY?” I looked up from the message on my phone screen to find my dad in an apron, covered in flour and a wooden spoon in his hand.
I blinked, confused why my dad looked like that. “Dad, what are you-?”
He quickly looked down and sighed. “Honey, I was making cookies for your cousins. They’re coming over tonight, remember?” He gave me a funny look, still catching his breath from having run up the stairs.
“Right, sorry dad,” I said, shaking my head. “I got so distracted by Calum, I totally forgot.”
My dad chuckled as he brushed himself off in the hallway and set the wooden spoon on my dresser by the door. “Honey, is that what all the screaming was about?” He asked. He made his way towards my bed and I scooted over to make room for him. I nodded and I showed him my phone. He quickly read the message, a smile forming on his face.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Your dad was right, THIS is a great photo of the two of us.” My dad read aloud. “Ooh, he even added a winky face at the end of that!” I groaned. This was so embarrassing. “It was really nice to meet you today!” he finished reading. He chuckled and handed me back my phone.
“Well, I’ll be damned. Didn’t I tell you, you were gonna marry this boy one day?” My dad gave me a little nudge and laughed. I rolled my eyes.
“Dad, c’mon. It’s not even like that!” I said, my arms raising in defense. I set my phone down in my lap and stared at it, my chin resting in my hand. I sighed.
“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” My dad asked. I looked up at him and sighed again.
“I don’t know, Dad. I guess I just can’t believe this is happening, what should I even say back?” I said.
“You know exactly what to say, honey. Just be yourself.” He said. With that, he stood up and gave me a wink before he walked out the door. I sighed and fell back onto my bed, my hair spreading around me. I knew I had to reply to him soon - I just left him on read.
I took in a deep breath and picked up my phone. I began typing a reply.
Omg hi Calum! It was nice to meet you too!
I looked at that reply and deleted it. I began typing again.
Oh hey, dude! Yeah, it’s pretty good haha nice to -
I shook my head. “Nope, that one’s worse.” I said aloud to no one in particular. I erased my words and started typing again.
lmao yeah, my dad won’t stop telling me how great of a picture it is! It was nice to meet you too! Sorry about my obnoxious dad lol
I looked at that and reread it over and over. I cocked my head to the side and paused for a moment. I slowly nodded. Yes, this is a good reply. I thought.
“Not too awkward. Just casual.” I thought out loud.
I quickly hit send before I could try and change it again. I threw my phone across my bed and squealed, afraid to see what he might reply in return. I was about to run downstairs and help my dad with his cookies and dinner, when I heard a light ping come from the edge of my bed. My eyes widened as I pounced on my bed.
It was a response from Calum! I squealed again, my heart suddenly racing like crazy.
Haha he wasn’t even obnoxious at all! Honestly, it was so nice to meet you both. Since moving here from Miami, it’s been a bit of a big adjustment for me.
I sighed. God, he was so sweet. Just a normal guy who just so happens to be a pro-baseball player… I poised my thumbs over my phone screen and began typing.
Tbh I’m still shocked I met you! I’ve been a big fan of yours since you joined the majors. Maybe I can show you around our little city one day? I know it can get a little confusing…
I quickly hit send, shocked by my own sudden found confidence. Immediately, the message bubble popped up and my heart literally felt like it was jumping out of my chest.
Actually, about that… I messaged you because I was wondering if you wanted to see me play tomorrow?
My eyes widened. No way. No fucking WAY. I quickly typed a response back.
Oh my god, are you kidding?????
No haha not at all! Come see me play, (Y/N).
I stared at my phone screen, my mouth hanging open.
Not on tv… I mean in my private box. You and your dad. My treat.
My eyes widened again. Was Calum asking me out?
And since tomorrow is an early midday game, I was thinking maybe I could take you out to dinner afterwards? :D
Oh my god, he was! I screamed in excitement. Calum not only triple texted me, but he asked me out ON A DATE. I screamed again and started running around my room, energy suddenly filling me.
My phone pinged again and I looked back at the screen, realizing in my excitement that I hadn’t responded back to Cal.
C’mon (Y/N)! I don’t do this often, don’t make me beg!
I quickly replied. YES omg I’d love to!!!
I mean, yeah cool. Sounds like fun. I quickly replied back.
I broke out into a big smile at my goofiness and felt like I could almost hear Calum laughing too.
Perfect. Here’s my number. Gimme a call when you get here tomorrow so I can walk you guys in. Can’t wait xx
Me either…
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y’all I AM SCREAMING. I loved writing this one. I love baseball irl and I based this off my fave player so I’m just like cryin. definitely gonna do a part two for this. lmk what you think!
