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Camp Counselors - John “Maz” Mazetti

a/n: i went with maz for this bc i’m still soft for him :) but should i do another one of these with vinnie, dells, or zapata??

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Your summers were usually spent being a part of summer baseball leagues since your dad was a coach for one. You were in charge of the drinks, snacks, and equipment during a one-week sleep-away baseball camp for incoming or returning players for the team he coached.

Thankfully, a couple other coaches had daughters around your age, so you were never really alone. Then, there were the guy counselors. Including Maz, your friend from college. The kids constantly teased the counselors, as usual, about dating and liking one another and all that. This year was no different.

It was the second day there, and the kids, who are around middle-school age ranging from eleven to thirteen, continued to tease Maz about you two. They always saw you talking and laughing with one another, since most of them have been at the camp before, so they know you and Maz.

“You like her, don’t you?” One of the younger boys asks Maz. He was standing in the dugout, helping each player get ready before going up to bat.

“What?” He turns to the boy who asked.

“You wanna date (Y/N),” another kid steps in. Maz shakes his head and chuckles.

“No. She’s just a friend.”

“Are you sure?” All of a sudden, every kid in the dugout is surrounding their counselor with interest.

“Yeah. We’ve known each other for four years.”

“But have you had a girlfriend since you met her?”

“Yes, I have,” Maz replies.

“Has she had a boyfriend?”

“Yeah, we’ve dated other people. Because we’re not dating. We’re allowed to do that, you know.”

“But you so like her.”

“Also you two would look so cute together.” Maz gives up and shrugs.

“Fine. I may like her. But it’s nothing serious. She’s sweet, she’s cute, she’s funny, it would be stupid not to like her.” The boys begin to mess with Maz now that they know. “But that doesn’t matter. You guys are here to learn about baseball and better yourselves, not pry into the counselor’s love lifes.”

A break is called soon after and everyone heads over to the table that you are standing behind. You were finishing setting out cups of water, bags of chips, cookies, and other snacks for everyone. Maz grabs a bag of chips and water and comes to stand with you behind the table.

“How are they doing?” You ask, taking a sip of your own water bottle.

“Pretty good. The new kids are struggling just a little, but they’re getting used to it.”

“That’s great. It seems like they’re having fun, though.”

“Oh, they’re having tons of fun.”

A couple days later, you and Maz are sitting together in the dining hall, enjoying dinner and chatting. The rest of the team was spread across a long picnic table just a few feet away. As you are taking another bite of your chicken, two boys come up and stand in front of you and Maz.

“Hey Tyler and Kendall, what’s up?” Maz questions. They look between you, then between each other, and finally, back at you.

“Are you guys dating?” Confused, you look to Maz, but he avoids your gaze by looking down at his lap, a look of embarrassment on his face.

“Come on guys. Really? Go finish your dinner.” They run off and Maz continues to eat his food.

“What was that about?” You ask. John just shrugs and looks up at you.

“They think because we talk and hang out, we must be dating. They’re boys, it’s the only thing on their minds,” he chuckles awkwardly. You drop the subject and focus back on your dinner.

As the sun begins to set, the boys all decide they want to have a campfire and make some s’mores. So, the adults begin a fire in the fire pit while everyone takes a seat on the logs around. You sat next to your friend Eliza, the daughter of another coach. Maz sat on the opposite side, surrounded by a few of the boys he bonded with the most.

You and Eliza make a couple s’mores before she heads back to the cabins, wanting to turn in early for the night. That left you alone, staring at the fire and the sunset. After a little while, you start to shiver due to the wind that was starting to pick up with the dimming sky. You had forgotten your hoodie in your cabin, and it was too far of a walk there and back.

“Dude, she’s sitting all alone, shivering with no jacket. Now’s your time to make a move!” Tyler pushes Maz playfully. Maz just smiles and casts his eyes down.

“Guys, stop. I already told you, you need to stop trying to get us together. If we want to date, we will. But we’re fine with being friends.”

“You can still go over there and cuddle up as friends.” Maz ignores them, though he wants nothing more than to give you the blanket he has.

Maz thinks to himself for a while before he suddenly stands and makes his way over to you. The guys are quiet, watching their counselor’s actions and smiling.

“Hey,” Maz greets you, “cold?” You nod in response and he is quick to take a seat next to you, draping one side of the blanket over your body. A smile spreads across your face as warmth takes over your body, curling up beside your close friend.

“Thank you. I forgot to bring my hoodie and I didn’t want to walk back to my cabin.”

“No problem. It’s a pretty big blanket, I don’t mind sharing.” Just then, all of the boys on the other side of the fire begin to hoot and holler at you two, clapping and cheering happily once they finally see that you’re getting closer and closer.

“Alright Jaybirds! Back to your cabins!” Your dad shouts, standing to guide the boys back to the cabins. You wave bye to your dad and within a few seconds, you and Maz are the only ones left, besides one person cleaning up the trash. But he soon finishes, finally leaving you two alone.

“You know,” he softly says, “the team keeps teasing me and bugging me about you.” You sit up a little and look up at him.

“What about me?” He gazes right into your eyes, the fire making them look even more beautiful.

“I like you,” he whispers. “I’ve liked you for about a year now, but I never wanted to act on it because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

“They forced you to admit you like me?” You smirk. He nods, a little embarrassed at the fact that tween boys basically peer pressured him into admitting it.

“Yeah.”

“Be thankful they gave you the courage, otherwise it would’ve stayed a secret that I like you as well.” His entire face lights up at your words and he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer.

“So, would you like to go out sometime?” He asks shyly. Smiling, you lean up and press a single, soft kiss to his lips, answering his question.

“I’d love to. Go on and tell the boys that you scored the girl.” Maz laughs kisses your forehead.

“I finally did, didn’t I?”

[warrentrash]

i have an undrafted fic *book* in my drafts with i shit you not 196,162 words and i laugh upon realising no one but me will ever read it

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wearing his clothes - undrafted

a/n: another one :) if you have any ideas for these, send them in! i’m gonna try to do the same ones i’ve done in the past (like cuddles, first times, proposals, etc)

•••

maz

- you spent the night with maz the day before he had a game. but he had to be there early, at around seven in the morning for practice, so he left you sleeping, knowing that you’d be there later on.

around ten, you are dressed and ready to go. but something catches your eye before you leave maz’s room: his extra jersey. reaching for it, you make sure it doesn’t smell, and thankfully, it’s clean. so, you slide it onto your shoulders, leaving it unbuttoned to show your black tank top underneath.

the girlfriends of the guys on the team each had their own jerseys with their partner’s name and number on it, just to show support for the ones they love, but you never had the chance to get one, since you and maz met after the season started.

“nice jersey!” barone’s girlfriend says as you approach the bleachers. she’s wearing her own d-backs jersey with barone’s number on it as well.

“i stole maz’s extra jersey, technically i don’t have one.”

“you don’t have one yet. you’ll get one next season, most definitely.”

you pay attention to the game, clapping for maz when he gets up to bat. he hears your cheers right away and smiles when he sees that you’re here. he notices that you’re wearing something bright red, but he can’t make out what it is from that far away.

once the game is over, he runs right over to you, after gathering his things. that’s when he finally sees the jersey. a huge smile slowly spreads across his lips.

“well, what is this, huh?” he teases, wrapping his arms around your waist, looking down at the jersey on your body.

“just thought i would support my amazing boyfriend. i found it as i was leaving, it was clean, so i chose to wear it.”

“you look so fucking cute in it, i can’t explain.”

“is it because it’s yours, or just the fact that i look good in jerseys?” you tease. he chuckles and kisses you sweetly.

“little bit of both. mainly because it has my name and number on the back, so people know that you’re my girlfriend.”

“and proud of it. nice home run earlier.”

“i heard you cheering for me, don’t worry.” you giggle as maz continues to stare at your body, loving how his clothes look on you.

“what do you say we head back to my place and you can show me how much you love me in this jersey?” you wink and smirk slyly.

“only if you’ll wear this and only this?” his voice lowers so no one else can hear. your heart quickens and excitement flows through you.

“deal.”

dells

- dells’ parents were having some fancy dinner with a couple of their friends, and they also invited you. so, you dressed in a nice, simple yet classy white dress. you knew it was a risk, since there was going to be wine, but you figured you would be fine, for the most part.

but of course, the worst happens.

you and dells were having a conversation during dinner at the table. but, someone asked dells to pass the bottle of wine in front of him. not paying much attention, his arm knocks your wine glass over and spills it all over the table and your dress.

gasping, you stand and try to wipe it away immediately, but you knew it was no use.

“shit, babe! i am so sorry!” dells shouts, also trying to get rid of the stain.

“johnathan, it’s not going to come out,” his mother says, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“come here,” he sighs, grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs. you can tell he feels bad, but you weren’t upset; it was your own fault for wearing a daring color around red wine.

“here,” he throws you a ratty old t-shirt, “i’ll take your dress and try to get the stain out.” you slip your dress off and pull his shirt on, leaving you pantsless for the time being.

“dells, it’s fine. the dress is ruined, i don’t care,” you say as you hand him the item.

“i feel awful. this is a huge stain,” he groans, taking a seat on the bed.

“don’t be. i should have worn something else. dinner parties always include spilled wine, so it was a disaster waiting to happen.” he chuckles as you sit next to him.

“to make you feel better, you looked fucking sexy in this,” he whispers in your ear.

“too bad i can’t wear it anymore,” you whisper back, giggling at his reaction.

“i’m gonna bring our plates up so you don’t have to go back downstairs in just a ratty t-shirt,” he announces.

he returns with both of your plates, he ended up getting you a new one because of the wine that spilled onto yours, and he opted out for glasses of water this time.

“honestly, i enjoy this much more than the party downstairs,” you say after taking a bite of your food.

“me too. i get you all to myself, in my bed, in my shirt, with no pants on,” he smirks, kissing your lips cheekily.

“did you happen to spill the wine on purpose?” you wonder, teasing him even more.

“you know i didn’t! i hate that i ruined your dress!”

“i know, dells! i’m messing with you. i know you didn’t mean to.”

“good. but, i don’t mind that it happened.”

zapata

- you and your roommate got into a huge fight, which led to her kicking you out without allowing you to collect your stuff; you only had a chance to grab your keys and your phone. with no place to go, you drove to the only person you could trust: your friend chris.

you softly knock on his door, worried that he possibly has a girl or friends over. but to your surprise, he answers right away, dressed in lazy clothes.

“what’s up, (y/n)? it’s close to midnight.”

“do you mind if i stay here for a couple days?” you shyly ask. chris’s eyes soften and he nods, stepping aside to let you in.

“do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks, bringing you to the couch. you nod and begin to tell him all about the fight that you and your friend got into, leading to her kicking you out for good.

“you are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you like,” he says, grabbing your hand.

“thank you. i hate to be a bother, but i have nowhere else to go.”

“you’re not a bother, hun. it’s okay. i don’t want you sleeping on the streets.”

“i could drive back home, four hours away.”

“no no, don’t do that. i want you here.” his voice is so caring and sweet, you can’t help but see him in a different way, a more loving way.

“thanks again. um, i hate to ask, but can i borrow some clothes to sleep in? she kicked me out before i could even grab any of my stuff.”

“yeah, come here.” he guides you upstairs and into his room, which was surprisingly cleaner than usual.

“you want a pair of sweat or shorts?” he asks.

“sweats, please.” he picks out a t-shirt and pants, then leaves the room so you can change.

“do you have an extra cover and pillow? you ask once chris comes back in.

“for what?” he sounds confused.

“for the couch?”

“no, you take my bed.”

“zap, i’m fine on-”

“i’m not gonna allow it, nuh uh. you’ve gone through a lot in the past few hours, there’s no way you’re sleeping on that small ass couch.” you’re too tired to fight back so you crawl under the covers.

“you can sleep here as well, chris,” you tell him, patting the bed for him to join you. he smiles and joins you. as soon as he settles in, you cuddle up right next to him.

“thank you for letting me stay,” you murmur, nuzzling your face in his neck. he laughs quietly and slides his hand around your waist, under his shirt.

“i think you look absolutely adorable in my shirt,” he whispers, “and i’d love to see you in them more in the future.”

“what are you saying, zap?” he hesitates for a few minutes, his hands shaking against your skin.

“i want you to be my girlfriend.”

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innocent stares - undrafted

a/n: as i said, i know that my undrafted fics aren’t that popular and that the fandom is kinda dead, but i really like writing for them :) especially maz, aaron is so fucking adorable ugh. also let me know if you’d like me to include palacco and barone in future ones :)

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maz

- you were finally in your new home after an amazing honeymoon with your new husband, john. the feeling of being married was so amazing, knowing that you two were going to be together for the rest of your lives.

you spent the first day sleeping off the jet lag, cuddled up in bed. you two woke up right before dinner.

“maz?” you quietly call out. he groans and slowly starts to wake up, his eyes batting open. he smiles sweetly and pulls you closer.

“hm?”

“can we make some dinner? i haven’t eaten since we got home.”

“yeah. just five more minutes.” so, you lay there for just a little bit longer before you get up and head downstairs.

you decide to make some pasta with chicken and veggies so you get started on prepping the veggies while maz starts the pasta and chicken. once everything is ready, you stand off to the side as maz stirs the pasta in the boiling water.

you lean against the counter and watch your husband work, staring for maybe a little too long. he turns around and catches your gaze, smirking when he realizes what you were doing.

“take a picture, babe,” he jokes. you blush and look away from him, embarrassed.

“don’t be shy, baby.”

“i just couldn’t help but come to terms with the fact that this is my life now. waking up with you, making dinner together, everything.”

“it’s the same kind of stuff that we were doing while living together, before we got married,” he says, turning back around.

“i know,” you move to hug him from behind, resting your head between his shoulders. “but we’re married now. it feels different, a good different.” he chuckles and turns around, wrapping you in his arms.

“i get what you’re saying. it does feel nice, doesn’t it?” he presses a kiss to your forehead and sways you side to side.

“i love you, mrs. mazetti.”

dells

- dells invited you over for his family’s usual friday movie night. they were watching one of your favorite movies, so he thought why not invite you, seeing as his family loved you a lot anyways.

“hey,” he greets you with a kiss when you arrive, letting you in. “we’re just about to start, my mom is finishing up the popcorn.” you take a seat on the empty couch, saying hello to ty, who was on the floor, leaning against the couch. dells sat down next to you and pulled you close to him.

“oh, hi (y/n), i didn’t hear you come in,” dells’ mom says as she steps into the living room.

“hi, nice to see you again, mrs. dellamonica. thanks for letting me come over.”

“it’s no problem. johnathan mentioned that this is your favorite movie, so there was no question. plus you’re always welcome anytime.” dells’ mom and dad settle into their respective recliners, which left one person missing: his four year old sister.

“ty, go get lily and bring her down here. i told her we would be ready soon, but she wanted to play with her barbies.” ty stands and walks down the hall to his sister’s room. he comes back moments later with the young girl trailing behind him.

“(y/n)!” she screams out, jumping onto the couch in the open spot next to you.

“hi lily! how are you?”

“good. are you watching the movie with us?”

“i am. johnathan invited me over.” she cheers a little then settles down beside you.

dells throws his arm around you a few minutes into the movie, making you shuffle a little bit closer to you. but, before you can move, lily cuddles up next to you, shocking you just a bit. she’s never been so affectionate with you, as much as she likes you.

dells notices you jump and looks down at you, right away seeing that his sister was snuggling into you. he smiles to himself and plays it off as if he didn’t see.

halfway through the film, she falls asleep. you tell johnathan and he can’t help but feel his heart soar at the sight. he ends up staring down at you two for a large portion of the film.

towards the end, you look up at him, only to find him still staring at you.

“what?” you wonder. he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips.

“nothing. just admiring you.”

zapata

- your friend dragged you to her boyfriend’s baseball game in the middle of a hot summer day. you two were hanging out at a cafe nearby when she remembered that she promised him she would be there. so, because she was your ride, you had to go with her.

the game was well underway by the time you got there, and as soon as you did, she ran right to the fence to see her boyfriend. they were currently batting, so he had the chance to come and say hi.

you, on the other hand, went to the other side of the field and began checking out the other team, dressed in red uniforms. you look from the pitcher, to the first baseman, to the shortstop, but your eyes eventually land on the second baseman. even from far away, you could tell that he was attractive.

your eyes seemed to linger on him, unable to look away from him. you noticed he had tattoos on the back of his arms, which only made him more attractive. as they run in after striking out the batter, he catches you staring and points right at you, waving a little.

every time the opposing team is on the field, you watch the second baseman, and he cheekily watches you when the time comes. your friend eventually leaves her boyfriend and finds you.

“so this is where you ran off to,” she says, stopping right next to you.

“yeah. i wasn’t interested in hearing you and your boyfriend be all lovey with one another,” you say. she chuckles and shakes her head, looking out to the field.

“you need a boyfriend, bad, (y/n).”

“tell me about it.”

when the game ends, you stay in the same spot as your friend goes to find her boyfriend once again. to your surprise, the guy you were staring at earlier appears in front of you, a smirk on his face.

“so, you come to baseball games and stare at the players often?” he wonders jokingly. you giggle and look down, hiding your heated cheeks from him.

“no. sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, i just-”

“you didn’t, don’t worry,” he interrupts. “i was just surprised to see such a cute girl all alone.”

“my friend dragged me here. her boyfriend is on the other team, and i didn’t want to stand with them, being a third wheel, so i wandered off.”

“well, since you did stare at me the entire game,” he continues to mess with you, “would you like to go out sometime?” you’re taken aback and shocked that he asked you out right away.

“how do you know i’m not some creep?” you joke. he laughs loudly, his head tilting back.

“there’s always that possibility, but i doubt such a cute girl like you would be weird.”

“you’ll just have to find out on our date.”

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Road Trip - John “Maz” Mazetti

a/n: i had this idea for another character but i haven’t written for him in a while, and i really wanted to write something for maz, so i just switched it :) also this is useless in posting bc my maz fics aren’t popular

•••

When your brother suggested a road trip to Oregon to the lake house that your family owns, you were excited and eager to go. But when he told you that his teammate Maz would be going, you weren’t as excited as you were.

See, you and Maz don’t get along very well.

There’s just something with both of your personalities that don’t mesh well, and you always end up bickering. Which seems weird because Maz is always a sweet guy with everyone he meets; you two even got along great when you first met, but over time, things went bad.

So the thought of being stuck in a car with him for two days, along with the week that you spend at the house, almost made you back out of the trip. But, Vinnie wanted you to come; Zapata and his girlfriend were tagging along, as well as Vinnie’s girlfriend, who you were good friends with.

The drive began, and of course, you and John were already fighting. It was stupid little things, like he wasn’t giving you enough room, you were playing your music too loud, you were shifting around too much. The others were already annoyed.

Two days later, after two hotel stops, a lot of fighting, and exhausted sighs from the four others, you finally made it to the lake house. It was just as beautiful as you remember it, the lake was bright blue and the mountains behind it were breathtaking, the sun setting and making it even more picture-esque.

“Shit man, this place is fucking beautiful,” Chris says as he steps out of the van. He goes to the doc jutting out into the lake and takes in the view, his girlfriend, Julia, coming up behind him.

You take this opportunity to grab your luggage from the extra trailer on the back and head inside to get a first pick on a room. You go straight to the room that you used to use and set your stuff down, beginning to unpack. The room had a perfect view of the lake, which is why you love it.

“Hey,” Vinnie says, stepping into the room. The look on his face tells you that something’s wrong.

“What is it?” You sigh, taking a seat on your bed. Vinnie rubs his hands together for a moment.

“There’s only three rooms, so you’re gonna have to room with Maz,” he delicately tells you. Your eyes widen in shock, not wanting to believe him.

“What? Why can’t you or Zapata room with him and I room with Julia or Quinn?”

“Because Quinn and I want to spend some time together, and so do Chris and Julia.”

“Fucking fifth wheel,” you mumble, crossing your arms. Vinnie chuckles and takes a seat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. But what did you expect? Going on a trip with two couples, we’re going to want to be with each other, especially after we had to separate into two different rooms along the trip at hotels.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I guess it’s fine. But there’s only one bed…” You groan loudly when you put everything together. Maz was going to have to sleep in the same bed...with you...for an entire week.

“Yeah...good luck with that!” Vinnie shouts, jumping up and darting out of the room before you can say anything else. You lay back on the bed and close your eyes, wishing that the week would go by quick.

As you were enjoying the silence, Maz walks into the room, his bags dragging behind him. Just seeing him pisses you off, so you grab a pillow from the bed and an extra blanket from the closet.

“You take the bed, I’m not about to sleep next to you for a week. I’ll sleep on the couch,” you mutter as you walk past him, giving him a side glance. “But I’m keeping my stuff in here.” He scoffs and doesn’t say anything.

Walking into the living room, you see the four others gathered in the kitchen, talking quietly. They all shut up as soon as you walk in, letting you know that you were the one they were talking about.

“I know you guys are pissed with me and Maz. Sorry that we can’t seem to get along. I’ll try to ignore him the best I can,” you mumble, plopping on the couch. Quinn walks over and sits next to you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“Try talking with him sometime this week and work out your differences. We were planning on going to get some groceries tomorrow morning, so you can try then? I’m not sure if John wants to come.”

“I’ll try. It’s not going to end pretty, though,” you chuckle. She sighs and stands, going back over to your brother.

“Well, we’re gonna turn in for the night,” Vinnie announces as he and Quinn disappear into their room, Chris and Julia following shortly after.

You turn the tv on and gaze outside, noticing that dark storm clouds were slowly rolling over the sky and the wind was starting to pick up. You begin to watch some film that you’ve seen many times until you eventually fall asleep in the dark room.

In the middle of the night, you are awoken by a loud boom of thunder, which almost sends you falling off the couch. You’re able to catch yourself and sit up to see that it’s storming hard outside. The bad thing is that the entire wall looking out to the lake was basically all windows. Meaning it was most likely not as sturdy.

You knew that they weren’t going to break, but the thought was there. The wind was getting stronger by the second and the trees were rustling a lot; they began to brush against the windows, making it sound even worse.

Lightning was consistent, flashing every five seconds, following with the loud thunder, of course. You slowly move towards the other end of the couch, keeping your eyes on the windows to make sure they don’t break or crack.

Tears fall down your cheeks as the storm rages on, and you don’t even realize that you’re crying until they drop into your arms. Wiping them away, you close your eyes and take some deep breaths, curling up with your knees to your chest, the blanket still wrapped around you.

Maz walks into the living room, rubbing his eyes and turning to get a glass of water from the kitchen. He doesn’t even realize you’re up until he looks towards the couch, expecting to see you asleep.

As he steps closer, the lightning lights up your face, letting him see that you’ve been crying.

“Are you okay?” His voice startles you a bit, you didn’t hear him before.

“I’m fine. Just had a bad dream,” you brush him off. He takes a seat beside you and reaches out for your hand. Looking at it, you roll your eyes and push it away.

“(Y/N), please. Let me be there for you,” he softly says. His voice is so kind and caring, nothing like how he’s spoken to you in the past two days. He then opens his arms for you to cuddle into, but still, you decline.

Just then, a branch falls right in front of the windows, startling both of you. You basically jump twenty feet and Maz ends up moving closer to you, instinctively wanting to protect you.

“Let’s go back to our room,” he whispers, feeling a little bit terrified of what just happened.

“I’m fine, Maz.”

“I don’t want you sleeping out here. You just jumped about ten feet because of that, who knows what’s going to happen?” You continue to resist his offers, when another huge branch falls right as a loud clap of thunder rings out, shaking the entire house.

Both you and Maz are up and running to your shared room. Once in there, you take a seat on the large chair in the corner of the room. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but you still didn’t want to sleep next to him.

“I’ll take the chair,” he says, motioning for you to stand.

“No.”

“It’s too late to argue. Just get into the bed and get a good night's sleep because I’m sure that couch wasn’t comfortable.”

“John, I told you, I’m fine!” He suddenly pulls your hands and drags you to the bed. You’re too exhausted to fight back, so you just lay down and sigh out contently, feeling the soft mattress underneath you.

“Mind if I sleep here, too?” He asks softly.

“What, you don’t want to sleep in the chair anymore?” Maz scoffs and slides under the covers, keeping his distance for a moment. But as soon as he realizes that you’re still shaking, he pulls you right into his arms.

You are too tired to fight back, still, and the comfort of being in someone’s arms is amazing; you forget that you and Maz hate each other for a moment.

After a short while, the storm thankfully died down a lot, so that it was just raining.

“Hey,” Maz whispers, moving to sit a little away from you, so that he could see your face. “Can we talk?” You nod and go to sit up, but he keeps you laying down.

“I want to apologize for how I’ve treated you over the past year. I’ve been so so awful and I can’t believe the things I’ve said to you, even if you were pissing me off.” You giggle and nod.

“I’m sorry, too. I never realized how sweet and kind you can be, when you’re not acting like an ass.” This time, he chuckles and pulls you a little closer to him.

“I feel so bad. I never wanted this to happen, I really liked you the first time we met.”

“Then what happened? Because one day, you just decided to hate me.”

“Yeah…” he sits up and runs his hands through his messy hair. You join him, wondering what he was going to say.

“I...realized you were too perfect for me. I don’t deserve someone like you, so I thought that being mean, hating you, pushing you away, I would somehow convince myself that you aren’t perfect. But you are.” You take a moment to let his words sink in.

“So, you were mean to me because you wanted to find something wrong with me, to push your feelings away?” Maz nods, keeping his eyes down in embarrassment.

“I know it sounds stupid, but it made sense in my head. But when you fought back with the same kind of energy, I continued to fall for you. I hated myself for being so rude to you, but I couldn’t stop.” You take his hands in yours and rub the back of them with your thumbs.

“Are you going to continue with it? Because I honestly hate fighting, and so do Zapata, Julia, Vinnie, and Quinn.” You both laugh and move closer together.

“No. I promise to not say anything rude to you anymore, or pick a fight over nothing.”

“Good,” you smile. “I promise as well. No more fighting.” You stick your pinky out for him to take. He can’t help but shake his head at you with a grin on his face, but nonetheless, he takes your finger in his, making the promise complete.

“Now,” you lay back down, pulling the covers over your bodies and curling up to him. “Let me sleep because that couch is not comfortable at all.”

“But first, can I kiss you?” His voice is so soft and filled with nerves, not really knowing if you’d be okay with it. Taking matters into your own hands, you lean forward and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“Oh yeah, I can get used to this,” he jokes before kissing you once more.

“How are we going to explain to my brother and the others that we literally made up in five minutes? After we spent two days fighting in the car?” You ask, making him laugh in response.

“Who cares? They’ll just be happy we’re not at each other’s throats anymore.”

“Well, maybe in a different way,” you whisper. You move your head down to kiss his neck softly. He moans when you bite down, smirking upon hearing the exact response you were going for.

“Let’s save that for another night, yeah?”

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Draft Day - John “Maz” Mazetti

a/n: as i mentioned earlier this week, i wanted to write something for maz, but was always hesitant bc he’s based off of joe’s real brother. SO, i changed the last name to what it was supposed to be originally :) also this isn’t the fic that i had planned first. i started that one, then got this idea and finished it before lol

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Maz was sitting on the edge of his seat, his knee bobbing up and down, staring at the phone sitting on the table in front of him. The TV was also on, broadcasting what round the organization was on, what teams have picked, and who has been picked. You were standing in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee next to his dad.

“Who’s been scouting him?” You ask quietly, not wanting Maz to hear.

“The Padres and the Mets, mainly. Hopefully he’ll get something.”

“He will.” You were sure of it. He was an amazing player and he deserved to be drafted.

Once you finish your cup, you wash it out in the sink and go back to the living room where Maz is.

“Hear anything yet?” You wonder, taking a seat next to him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“No,” he sighs, rubbing his face. “It’s the twenty-second round, so there’s still time.”

“You’ll get a call soon, babe. Stay positive.” You sit there with him, talking quietly while watching the TV.

More time passes, and still, he receives nothing. You could tell he was slowly starting to lose hope, watching all these young guys get drafted and not become one of them.

“Thirtieth round,” he announces, closing his eyes and rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair.

“It’s okay, Johnny,” you whisper. He was starting to shake under your touch, which prompted you to begin rubbing up and down his back soothingly and playing with his hair.

You two sit like that for the rest of the time, until the 40th round begins. Maz was silent, keeping his eyes on his phone. And finally, the last name was announced, his phone not ringing once.

He doesn’t say anything, he simply turns the TV off and stays in the same position, with you leaning against his back.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you mumble, not really knowing what to say in this situation. His dad was sitting opposite of you two, in the recliner. You meet his gaze and give him an apologetic look. He then stands and walks over to you two, patting Maz on the back.

“You don’t have to go to today’s game, you know,” Joey tells his son. Maz nods and sits up, hiding his face with his hands. Standing, you fall beside him and gaze up at your boyfriend.

“No, it’s fine. It’ll help get my anger out and get my mind off of things, hopefully.”

Maz’s shoulder’s slump as he walks upstairs to his room, leaving you and Joey in the silent room.

“You may want to go check on him,” Joey tells you,”I doubt he wants to see me right now.”

So, you follow Maz’s footsteps and walk upstairs, being cautious about how he was going to react.

“Maz?” You call out softly, stepping into his room. You notice he’s sitting on his bed, his back facing you. Right away, you can tell how upset he is and how hard he’s trying to keep his emotions in. You are about to take a seat next to him when he suddenly gets up and runs into our arms.

The force of him grabbing onto you makes you stumble back a little, but you’re quick to catch your balance. As soon as you steady yourself, you feel Maz shake a little, then begin sobbing out.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair. This only makes him sob out louder and begin to fall to the ground. You lower both of you to the floor and sit with your back against his bed.

Maz sits cuddled up next to you, just getting all of his emotions out. You had never seen him so distraught and upset before, so you knew this was really affecting him.

“It’ll be okay, babe. Take deep breaths, alright?” He keeps his face nuzzled in your neck but he listens to you, trying to calm down, breathing in and out slowly. He finally stops sobbing, but his tears continue to silently fall down his cheeks.

“You doing better?” You ask a few minutes after he’s more calm.

“I think so,” he murmurs, his voice strained. Just to make sure, you stay put, caressing his back and comforting him as much as you could.

“Thank you,” Maz whispers while sitting up. His expression breaks your heart. His shoulders are dropped, his eyes bright red and puffy from crying, his cheeks tinted pink and stained with tears, his lips slightly plumper than usual, and the tip of his nose red. As adorable as he looked, you hated seeming him like this.

“I’m so sorry. You really deserved that, I honestly don’t understand why you weren’t.” He winces at the reminder and shakes his head.

“It’s fine. I’ll get over it. But just, just not today.” You press a kiss to his forehead and reach up to play with his hair.

“Do you still want to go to your game today?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to bail on the guys because I’m wallowing in self pity,” he chuckles. “Will you come watch?”

“Of course. You better get dressed or you’re gonna be late.”

John quickly gets dressed in his uniform as you pack his duffle bag. Before leaving his room, you take a moment to wipe his cheeks, making sure there was no evidence of him crying.

“Thank you,” he smiles as he caresses your cheek.

The drive to the field was awkward. Joey drove, Maz sat in the backseat with you, and no one said a word. You could feel the tension between him and his dad, so you didn’t want to say or do anything that would set one of them off.

When you arrive, Maz is quick to get out. You follow him with his bag, taking a hold of his hand while making your way to the dugout. And, just like the car ride, when you step foot in the dugout with all of his teammates, they all shut up and look towards your boyfriend.

“I’ll be in the bleachers, babe,” you say to him, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before taking your spot in the bleachers.

The game goes surprisingly well, aside from a couple outbursts from the team, especially Maz during his first at bat. They end up winning and advancing to the semi-finals, giving them the opportunity to take a trip to Maryland.

Joey ended up going out after the game, leaving you and Maz alone at his place for the night. The D-Backs invited him out for celebratory drinks, since he did hit the game-winning run, but he wasn’t up for it; all he wanted was to take a shower then cuddle with you.

“Thanks again for being there for me today,” Maz says once you’re both laying in his bed, cuddled up. You gaze up at him and smile softly.

“It’s no problem. I’ve never seen you like that, and it was honestly heartbreaking. I didn’t know what to do to make you feel better.”

“I think you did a pretty good job,” he grins. You snuggle closer to him and shove your face in his neck.

“I still don’t think so. You cried for a good ten minutes.” Maz suddenly sits up, making you face him, and takes your cheeks in his hands.

“Hey, listen to me. Despite what you think, you helped me so much. I cried because I’m a baby. But you were the one to calm me down, you were the one to stay by my side while I cried, and you were the one to make sure I was okay. I can’t thank you enough for being here for me on probably the worst day of my life.” A small smile appears on your lips in the middle of his speech.

“I love you, Johnny. I know you’re going to do great things later on. Maybe you could coach our kids’ tee-ball games, or even their baseball or softball games. Who knows?”

“That would be the dream,” he laughs, pulling you close to him. His hands wrap around your body, holding you close to him. His lips press against your forehead, and you can feel him grin through it. “And I love you too, baby.”

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Soft Alphabet - John “Maz” Mazetti

a/n: no one asked for this, and i know it won’t get much notes, but oh well

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A - Affection (how do they show affection)

maz shows his affection with words. he’s not afraid to tell you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. he has a way with words, and anytime he says something to you, it’s always so beautiful and sweet. and he looks into your eyes every single time he tells you, wanting you to know how much he means it.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

sometimes, he has so much going on with school, baseball, work, that he rarely has time for you. but, he always made it his priority to call you at least two times a day, once in the morning, and once before going to bed. he hated that he was basically neglecting you and your relationship, but you assured him that you knew he was busy and had important things to do. in the times that he was able to spend with you, he made sure you felt loved and cared for every second.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

maz is all for cuddles. when you’re upset, when he’s upset, when he’s tired, when you’re tired, basically any chance he gets, he wants to cuddle. he loves the closeness and just being with you; you play with his hair when he cuddles up next to you, so that’s always a bonus. the way your hands thread through his hair relaxes him.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

your first date is to his favorite ice cream parlor. he pays for yours and any extra toppings you want. you enjoy the cold treat in the park close by, chatting over common interests and getting to know one another better. he can’t help but do the cliche “you have some ice cream on your lip” and rub his thumb along your bottom lip, making you blush deeply. he thinks it’s absolutely adorable when you get all shy and flustered, so he tries to do that as much as he can.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

he gets way too excited when he sees you. he’s all smiles and giggles and kisses, keeping you close to him as much as he can. he hates being away from you so when he finally ges to be with you, he’s so extremely happy and loving.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

it can get bad. maz has a short temper, so things can blow up easily. if you happen to upset him, he gets so angry, it actually scares you sometimes. but as soon as he sees your terrified expression, he stops and pulls you in his arms. if he pisses you off, the fight can last for hours. you are usually the one to walk away to keep it from getting too too far.

G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

he keeps it simple. babe, baby, sweetie, honey. i feel like he hates the more cheesy and cliche nicknames like cupcake; he sometimes throws in a princess just because he feels like it fits you. there are times where he makes up random nicknames with your name. you mostly call him maz, johnny, and on some occasions johnny boy, along with the same pet names he calls you. you use the latter when you want to mess with him.

H - Hi (first time meeting)

you two had a class together and he always thought you were so cute, but he never had the guts to talk to you. one day, he sees you talking to a friend, who happens to be a guy, and he gets a little jealous. so, that’s when he makes his move and introduces himself. he’s so shy and nervous, but he’s able to get his words out; he asks you out for some lunch after the class ends, and you agree.

I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)

maz is SO FUCKING ROMANTIC, I SWEAR. if you’re having a dinner date at home, he does up the dining room, putting down a tablecloth, bringing out the nice dishes and wine glasses, with the best wine he can get, setting roses in the middle and candles around the room with the lights down low. he’ll also randomly dance with you, playing some soft music, or nothing at all, and sway side to side, holding you in his arms.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

i feel like he doesn’t get jealous too often, but he has his moments. even with his own teammates, he sometimes gets a little worried when he sees you chatting with dells, laughing loudly and having a good time. he knows that you’re friends with them as well, but his mind wanders, so it’s hard to keep some emotions at bay. you, on the other hand, rarely get jealous. he is always telling you how much he loves you and how much he cares for you, so when he’s talking to another girl, you know all he’s thinking about is you, so you have nothing to worry about.

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

maz LOVES kissing you. in private, he kisses you all the time, on the lips, on the cheek, the forehead, your temple, anywhere. but in public, he’s a bit more reserved. sure, he loves to show people that he loves you, but he thinks kissing is a more intimate act (as cheesy as it sounds), so he’ll give you short, sweet, and light pecks if you’re around others. but at home? hard, passionate kisses are where it’s at.

L - Love (when was the first time they said i love you or realized it?)

maz is the first to say it, and he realizes it two months into your relationship. you spent the first two months talking every day, so he had no second thought as to if he loved you or not; it was a huge yes. but he waited to tell you, mainly because he didn’t know how you were going to react and if you even felt the same way. on your five-month anniversary, he finally tells you, and thankfully, you feel the same. he is so relieved and happy, he attacks you with kisses after.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

he gets in a huge fight with his dad, leading to him spending a few nights with you. during those nights, the conversation of moving in together comes up many times. you two talk about it a lot, and eventually decide to go through with the idea. you’ve been dating for a couple years at this point, so it also feels like the right time to.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

when you first tell maz you’re pregnant, he’s scared. yeah, he loves kids and he’s good with them, but he’s so nervous about becoming a dad and doesn’t think he’ll be good enough. but as time goes on, and the more your bump starts to grow, he gets more excited and ready to be a dad. he’s always talking to your bump and rubbing it, he buys random clothing after finding out the sex, he’s just so eager.

O - Open (how open you are with one another)

you both are pretty open with one another. from the start, you were a bit shier than him, but he brings you out of your shell and you eventually feel comfortable enough to talk to him about anything, including your emotions. he knew in the beginning that you were a person he could trust, so he has always been willing to share his thoughts.

P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)

maz is always taking photos of you. you make him happy and he thinks you’re beautiful, so why not take photos of you? it can be things as simple as you making breakfast or taking a nap, or watching a movie. his favorites are candids he gets of you either before or after he takes a picture. your phone is filled with photos of him during games, since you love seeing him in his uniform, doing what he loves.

Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)

maz can be a bit short tempered, which is a problem for when a fight breaks out between you two. he can get very angry in such a short span of time. but you love how loyal he is to his friends, family, teammates, and you; he will do anything for the ones he loves. on you, he loves your odd sense of humor and the fact that you will laugh at something because it’s so ridiculous, but he hates that you’re a bit of a neat freak; you’re always cleaning his room and sometimes refuse to hug him after a game until he’s taken a shower. he understands, but he’s the total opposite, so of course you’re going to clash.

R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)

he gets injured a lot. like a lottttt. you feel as if you’re constantly taking care of him. thankfully, most of his injuries are minor, nothing too serious like fractured or broken bones; mainly large bruises, cuts, scrapes, rolled ankles, twisted wrists. he tries to act like he’s not in any pain, but you can always tell in his expressions. you stay by his side, trying your best to help him feel better.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

he is personally more of a “let things pass” instead of working it out, which causes more stress in your relationship because he never wants to resolve fights. he feels as if talking things through, it will just lead to another fight. you almost have to force him to make up after a bad fight because otherwise he’ll let it go and things won’t get fixed. but after he sees how genuinely upset you are, he breaks down and will talk over anything you want. if he scares you during a fight, he drops everything right away and just hugs you tightly.

T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

when he’s upset, he needs your touch. whether it’s a simple hand hold, or holding him in your arms tightly as he cries, the feel of your hands on him calms him down in ways he doesn’t even understand. there’s something about how soft yet firm your touch is, he loves it so much.

U - Up ( waking up with them)

there are times where maz has to be up early for practice and games, so he’s used to being up before you. meaning, you don’t get to see him fast asleep often, unless he’s passed out before you. but the times that he gets to sleep in, you wake up before him and just admire his sleeping figure, stroking his cheek and playing with his hair. you always end up waking him accidentally, but when he sees you, a huge smile is already on his lips, giving you soft, lazy kisses all over your face.

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

he brings you when he has games away from new york. whether that’s to maryland, or to california, or even missouri, you go with him. he always makes sure to find a little time to explore the city together and be with one another. but when he has time for a real vacation, he lets you pick where to go; the first vacation you took together was to disney world in florida.

W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)

he proposes after three years, though he wanted to do it much sooner. it was super romantic and private, at the baseball field of course; he planned a picnic in the outfield with food from your favorite restaurant and your favorite dessert, then you stargazed together after he proposes with a long, thoughtful speech. the wedding is similar, just close friends and family for a simple yet sweet ceremony.

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

your love for baseball. the sport is basically his first love, so the fact that you like it made him fall for you even more. he loved that you two could talk about the teams you liked and go on and on about recent games and the decisions the coaches made during them. it makes dates so much more enjoyable, and you sometimes get a bit competitive with one another while watching games with the opposing teams you like (go cards! :))

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

maz is SO SOFT AND NEEDY WHEN HE’S TIRED. like he gets super clingy, wants to be cuddled up next to you under a cover, even if it’s a bit too warm. he wants to be as close as possible and will do anything to be by your side. you usually play with his hair subconsciously, so when you forget, he quietly begs you to, with his eyes lidded and shoulders dropped in exhaustion. you tell him to get some sleep for a bit, and that’s exactly what he does, his head resting on your shoulder and his arms around your waist.

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

he has to have you in his arms. no other way. whether it’s spooning, or you cuddling up next to him, or him cuddling up with you, he has to be close to you. he just loves the way your bodies fit together and how warm it can get, especially on days when it’s really cold. also the comforting touch of your skin on his makes him so sleepy and puts him to sleep right away.