baseball player!! ony whose daughter doesn’t often skip school to come to his games, but this time it was an important game to him and she just wanted to watch her father play.
baseball player!! ony who sometimes gets ahead of himself on the field, yelling profanities and throwing shit around in the dugout. you often have to take chloe from the stands and maybe buy a jersey with her dads last name on the back to distract her.
baseball player!! ony who gets a scolding from you when the three of you get home. his head hangs down in shame, he frowns at the thought of chloe witnessing his behavior.
baseball player!! ony who wakes up early the next morning to make breakfast, just to make it up to you. chloe runs down the stairs in her flannel pajamas, a smile on her face. “daddy!” she smiles, giving him a hug. ony tells your daughter to go and wake you up. she skips upstairs happily.
chloe shakes you awake with all the force a 7 year old could muster. “mommy! wake up!” chloe grunts, getting frustrated. you groan, stretching. “morning chloe.” you smile, kissing her forehead. “daddy wants you to come downstairs.” chloe says, walking out the room with a smile. you hum and get out the bed, walking down the stairs.
baseball player!! ony who has breakfast set up on the beautiful polished marble island. you smile and turn to ony. “good morning, baby.” ony grins, walking up to you and give you a kiss. “good morning. is this your apology?” you ask, giggling. ony nods, turning the stove off. “do you forgive me? he asks, facing you.
I remember I was rummaging through Pinterest and then stumbled across a badass lookin’ drawing (made by @kabukiaku, love their art) of Autobots playing supposedly baseball. So me and my friend Echo ended up drawing our beloved men like that as well