#mlb dance au

[visionaryinsomniac]

Okay, but Viperion, not being part of the “underground dancing”, instead being the DJ for when Nino’s lettin’ loose, because he prefers only to dance on the ice... And Chat constantly trying to use his kitten eyes to try and get him to put his favourite songs into his lineup-

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #adrien agreste #chat noir #viperion #luka couffaine #mlb dance au #low-key lukadrien #I just really wanted to draw my favourites in this part of the au

[mattw83]

Miraculous Minisode 48

With a melodious air around them, it seems only perfect that the mood for dancing takes them...

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#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous comic #mlb fanart #chloe bourgeois #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #mlb au #comic strip #yonkoma #dancing #chluka #lukloe #luka couffaine

[blueberry-bubbles130]

*Slams hand down on table* Fuck it! New au!

After Miracle Queen, being denounced by her classmates and parents, Chloe runs away. Somehow she gets isekai’d to Barbie Princess and the Pauper. It’s also a crossover with Barbie 12 dancing princesses.

From there, Chloe uses her skills and becomes a fencer and jouster. She becomes somewhat well known for it. Then at some point she gets to meet the characters from the two aforementioned Barbie movies. Don’t where it goes from there, but it’s mostly a slice of life au. She might get adopted. Preminger most likely won’t have any huge role, maybe a cameo. Same with Rowena.

I doing this for fun, since I love those two Barbie movies and Chloe Bourgeois. Plus drawing Chloe in armour is fun. Also I get to have Queen Genevieve and King Randolph interact. And I get to make jokes about Julian and Derek being great detectives.

Also for future, if I say I’m going to make a piece of art after another artwork. Don’t believe me, my focus switches so quickly so I won’t. I’ll try not to do that for future.

#miraculous ladybug #barbie princess and the pauper #Princess and the Pauper #barbie 12 dancing princesses #12 dancing princesses #chloe bourgeois #ml fanart #mlb fanart #miraculous fanart #miraculous au #ml au #miraculous fanworks #barbie #old barbie movies #miraculous fanfiction #Jouster Chloe au

[anchovy89freya]

Dunno why I'm so inconsistent with the way I draw Luka's hair, but weeeeell...

They look cute, don't they?💕✨

#illustration #fanart #procreate #doodle #drawing #illustragram #miraculous fanart #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #luka couffaine headcanons #chloe burgeois #mlb chloe #mlb luka #lukloe #mlb couple #dancing #AU lukloe

[skylathescholar]

*tries pointedly to avoid eye contact with the fics stagnating at the bottom of my marked for later list*

#Ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #I just… don’t want that right now #I’m sorry #I’m sure they’re lovely #The very last one is an mlb dance au #Which looks so good truly #but i don't want to

[apellenet]

*coughs throat*

TOH MIRACULOUS AU EVERYONE?

#toh #theowlhouse #miraculous au #mlb au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug au #plagg #tikki #luz noceda #amity blight #ladybug miraculous #cat miraculous #i have been hyperfixating in these two diff shows for a ling time and decided why combine them together #asks are open for more abt this au! #art #drawing #the owl house fanart #i just think it fits them more if they dance in the rain instead of the umbrella #*also bcs I can have an excuse to draw dance poses*

[ladysunamireads]

Valentine's Dance

Valentine's Dance by mariposa850

With the upcoming Valentine's Day dance Marinette tries to find the courage to ask Adrien with help from a certain cat.

Words: 997, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Additional Tags: Fluff, Valentine's Ball, dance, Marichat, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Finds Out, Identity Reveal, Kissing, Balcony Scene

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42279141

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Marichat #♥ #Marichat #DJWifi· #MLB #⚤ #🐞🐱 #R:G #Reveal Fic #Dance AU #A:Mariposa850

[justhereforkeefe]

One dance story leads to another…

#mlb #just read #adrienette #dance au #no power au #kwamis are humans #slow burn #old school

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Girl, You're My Angel - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Bradley Bradshaw's a down on his luck first baseman in the MLB, struggling to find his stride in the game he loves so much. A wedding invite from his ex-wife is enough to convince him to go for a drink, trying to forget about everything going on. He wasn't banking on meeting you though.

pairing: baseball!Bradley Bradshaw x reader (nicknamed Angel)

warnings/content: baseball au, mentions of divorce, smoking, alcohol, reference to drunk driving, bar fight, mentions of blood, Bradley having a dirty mind.

word count: 3k.

taglist (also tagging those who were interested in Take One For The Team since it's a similar vibe and explains the lack of updates lol): @avengersfan25, @jessicab1991, @atarmychick007, @b-bradshaw, @nouis-bum, @mamachasesmayhem, @floydsmuse, @kmc1989, @dckweed, @katfanfic, @nerdgirljen, @whatislovevavy, @mrsevans90, @averyhotchner, @yuckosworld, @tgmreader, @allepaula, @lourd-ita, @mariaenchanted

The booming bass drum of a classic rock song thumped in your head as you gripped the cocktail glass in your hand. The liquid sloshed around in the glass as you danced, swaying to and fro with your best friends, trying your best to enjoy yourself on your girls’ night out. Your finals had just wrapped up, and you were this much closer to earning your masters, the only thing standing between you and getting that embossed sheet of paper, was your grades. To unwind after the cram sessions you’d mustered your way through for the past month, your friends dragged you out to some new amusement bar in the Gaslamp Quarter. 

Across the bar, on the other side of the room, stood Bradley Bradshaw, a once promising baseball star who now, had earned himself a reputation as the MLB’s resident asshole - unable to take criticism or a loss without lashing out at someone. His recent stunt involved hurling his baseball bat across the diamond when he struck out in practice, frustrated with his sudden lack of skill, a skill that once came so naturally to him when his mind wasn’t preoccupied. 

The invitation had come in the mail two days before the bat throwing incident. His ex-wife, the one who left him two and a half years ago, was remarrying the fucking prick she cheated on Bradley with. The invite had come completely out of the blue, and when Bradley opened it, he felt all of the air leave his lungs as his fingers traced over the gold embossed lettering, donning her name and the name of her new fiancé. He’d never admit it to anyone, but that single piece of cardstock had been enough to reduce him to tears, slumping down the kitchen wall as he hugged his knees to his chest, crying loud enough that it made him thankful he had no neighbours near by.

Bradley had pulled himself together, lit a cigarette from the pack he’d been nursing for the last few months, reserved only for social events and times of pure stress, and got in his vintage Ford Bronco, his first purchase when he signed his first contract. Taking a drag from the cigarette, his brown eyes scanned over San Diego’s downtown core as he cruised past a few of the typical nightlife spots - each one a little too public for what he wanted. All other options exhausted, he pulled up outside of a newer bar that had opened the previous week, neon lights advertising an arcade on one side and drinks on the other. 

He figured if nothing else, a couple of rounds of Pac-Man on an old video game after a handful of beers might do him good. He could leave the Bronco parked there and walk to the hotel around the corner, and forget about how his ex-wife’s wedding was coming up in six months, how she’d had the audacity to invite him to see her marrying the guy he’d walked in on her with.  

He sidled up to the bar, nodding his head to the bartender in thanks as he ordered himself a beer. Standing across from him was a group of women, not much younger than him, gossiping and giggling together. He sized the group up, thinking to himself that maybe a one-night deal was what he needed to take his mind off his ex. 

You were the tallest girl of the group, with bright eyes, and hair brushed back in a sleek, high ponytail, sporting a form-fitting cocktail dress that made Bradley’s heart race when he saw you. He pounded back the rest of his beer, trying to find his confidence in himself once again in the comfort of the drink. 

Bradley set his empty bottle down on the bar top before walking his way around the circular counter. He rested his elbow on the bar, leaning in with a broad smile as you looked in his direction. He offered a polite wave of his hand, chuckling awkwardly as he felt his confidence wavering as he spoke to you. 

“Hey, could I buy you a drink? He said simply, his Virginian accent dropping into a thicker drawl than usual.

“I’m good, thanks, still got one,” You held up your half-full glass and shook your head politely, not wanting to reject him too brutally. 

Bradley nodded his head once at you, his smile faltering for a second. He quickly regained himself, smiling once again politely before grabbing himself another beer and heading over to the arcade, resolving that a couple of old-school video games might make his night a little better. 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to rejection - he’d been turned down almost as often as he’d been accepted, but for some reason, your rejection stung just that little bit more. Maybe it was the wedding invitation still making things sour, or maybe it was the fact that the mere sight of a girl hadn’t been enough to make his heart accelerate like this in a long time. He shook his head once, trying to focus his train of thought once again on something, anything other than what was currently occupying it. 

Baseball? Too stressful, his game was starting to slip up on him. Buying a puppy? No, it’d just be one more thing he could let down. Hitting the gym? He already went 6 days a week - if he went any more frequently, he’d have to consider moving his bed in there. 

His mind raced as he pressed the buttons on the video game, moving the small yellow circle across the screen, collecting points between sips of beer. Behind him, he heard a couple of guys shouting at a tv screen, the sound of the latest sports highlights blaring out in the background. 

“This Bradshaw asshole needs to get his shit together. Twenty-nine and he plays about as well as my ten year old. Drop him down to the minors or get rid of the bastard. He shouldn’t be missing plays like this.” One of the voices shouted at the tv, his friends nodding their heads in silent agreement with his rant.

Bradley felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention as the insults about his playing continued to spout from this guy’s mouth. He couldn’t have been much older than Bradley was, one of those armchair commentators who probably hadn’t swung a bat since Little League. As the criticism continued, each jab focused directly at Bradley’s game performance, missing one play that cost a game - one that he’d already been feeling pissed off about - it became harder to ignore. 

“I bet that hot little piece of ass wife of his left him because she knew he was a dogshit baseball player.” 

Bradley spun around on his heels so fast that he swore the room was spinning. He turned to face the group, crowded in a corner in front of the tv, faces all glued to the female commentator. Bradley could practically hear the derogatory thoughts they were having about her and it only fuelled his anger more. 

“Hey, man, if you’ve got an issue with how I play the game, I’d like to see you get off your ass and go play nine innings against Boston. Keep my ex-wife’s name out of your mouth.” Bradley scoffed, narrowing his dark brown eyes at the trio. 

“You got a problem, jackass?” The other man growled, raising an eyebrow at Bradley as he slammed his drink down on the table. “She probably left you for that rookie because even she knew you weren’t good for anything.”

“That so? Your wife would probably like to go a couple rounds with me though.” Bradley retorted, a devilish smirk forming on his face as he folded his muscular arms across his chest. 

Before Bradley had time to blink, the man drew back his arm and landed a hard punch to Bradley’s jaw. Bradley quickly delivered a stronger hit to the man’s face, watching him stumble backwards for a second. Bradley turned around and walked outside, getting ready to light another cigarette as he ran his hand over his jaw, assessing if he had any damage to worry about. 

The man returned, practically running outside after Bradley. More heated words were exchanged, insults flying between them both before the man delivered another hit, this time to Bradley’s nose. He shook his hand off and headed off down the street with his friends, disappearing off to the next bar. Bradley held his nose, blood dripping down from his nostrils and onto his hand. 

You and your friends had heard the commotion when it unfolded inside, and decided to head out, having enough excitement for one night. As you stepped out, you saw the man who’d hit on you earlier, this time with his nose bleeding onto the pavement under him. You ran over to him, raising an eyebrow.

“What did you do, hit on a girl who had a boyfriend?” You asked playfully as you rooted through your purse for something to help clean his nose.

“Called a guy out for saying my ex-wife was a “hot piece of ass”, actually,” Bradley nodded once, gratefully taking the tissues from you and using them to clean his nose. 

“Stick your hand out for a sec,” you instructed, squirting a dollop of scented hand sanitizer into his large palm before raising an eyebrow at him, “You don’t have anything I could catch from helping you without gloves?”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Bradley scoffed, trying to laugh but wincing instead, “And why the fuck does my hand smell like a flower?”

“Lavender hand sanitizer. It’s not as good as washing your hands, but it’ll do while we’re outside. And I’m going to hold the tissues in place while you rub it into your hands, but I don’t want to catch something. I’m just fresh out of latex gloves.”

“Good thing. I’m allergic,” he laughed, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to brave through the pain, “I’m clean. You’re fine. I get drug tested and physicals through work constantly.” 

“What kind of a job provides those? Military?” 

“Professional athlete.” He nodded as you pinched the tissues to his nose, applying pressure to help with the bleeding. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“Your nose is broken, it’s suppose to hurt.”

“What are you, a doctor?”

“No, just wrote my finals for a masters in nursing.”

“Close enough,” Bradley nodded slightly, cringing as you continued to apply pressure to his nose.

You rooted through your purse, laughing softly as you pulled a tampon out of your bag. Bradley raised an eyebrow at you, not quite registering what the item was until you pulled the plastic wrapping off of it, stuffing the garbage back into your purse.

“What the fuck do you plan on doing with that?”

“I need to stick it up your nose on the left side. It’s bleeding more than I’d like to see, and a broken nose should probably be set in a medical setting. This way, you won’t bleed all over my car.”

“Your car? You’ve been drinking.”

“Half a vodka-cran over the span of three hours? I think I’m probably not gonna blow over the limit.”

“You are not sticking that up my nose,” he replied stubbornly, arms folding over his chest like a petulant child. 

“Look at your shirt,” you laughed, gesturing to the white floral print button down he was wearing, its collar now tinged with red and pink splotches. 

“Fine,” he said with a reluctant sigh, “but if anyone finds out about this, I’m denying it.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you nodded as you offered him the plastic applicator. 

Bradley rolled his eyes and reluctantly pressed the bottom of the applicator, pushing the tampon into the edge of his nose. He looked at you with another dramatic eyeroll and shook his head before walking down the street to a garbage can. He discarded the applicator before turning to face you, sighing. 

“I can take myself to a hospital, you know.”

“I’m already here, I may as well come with you. Besides, I feel kinda bad about turning you down.”

“Oh, so you’re taking care of me out of pity?” He teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe. Even more so with a tampon hanging out of your nose.”

“It’s quite the fashion statement, isn’t it?” He laughed softly, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, revealing a clean white t-shirt. 

You unlocked your car, the familiar beep as the doors unlocked causing Bradley to stifle a laugh.

“What is that?!” 

“My car,” you responded matter-of-factly, “What does it look like?”

“One of those cars for a Barbie doll that my goddaughter plays with,” he said as he flourished his hand, gesturing to your pink steering wheel cover and coordinating seat cover.

“Listen, I like pink. Now are you getting in, or do I have to make you?”

Bradley’s eyes widened for a moment, your playful threat of making him get into the car sending his mind into a frenzy again. He eyed you up and down again, and found himself shaking his head as he wondered what colour underwear you had on under your dress. He bet it was probably a coordinating pink set - the kind that Victoria’s Secret mannequins would model in the store window, with delicate little bows or lace or something adorning them. 

Focus, Bradley. She doesn’t want to sleep with you. Stop thinking about her.

He sat down in the passenger’s seat, watching as you hopped into the driver’s side. As you pulled away from the curb, he raised an eyebrow at your choice in music as Taylor Swift started blaring from the speaker.

“You can change it if you want to,” you nodded. “You can put on whatever.”

“No, no, It’s fine. I actually like this song.”

“You said you’re a professional athlete? What sport do you play?”

“Baseball,” he said, slowly nodding his head, “my headshot’s on a flag outside of Petco Park.”

“I thought I recognized you, you’re that player everyone always talks about, right?”

“Unfortunately. It’s rarely good things.”

“How come?”

Bradley sighed, raising an eyebrow, “You know they talk about me but not why?”

“I don’t follow baseball, I've actually never even seen a game, live or on tv. I just know my friend does and she told me everyone talks about you. Bradshaw, right? Number 10?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Bradley Bradshaw. First baseman, used to have a promising career, then, you know, wife cheats on me with a rookie from a rival team, catch her in a hotel room that I paid for with him, and then, despite me stupidly telling her I forgave her and you know what, I was pissed, but I loved her anyway and I blamed myself for her cheating, she served me divorce papers. Said I was incapable of loving anything but baseball. Says the woman who refused to do anything with me when I tried to be loving and affectionate. My friends swear she only married me for the status and the paycheck. Her new fiancé just signed a multi-million dollar contract that’s being talked about as one of the highest in the league, so it sort of checks out.” 

“Jeez,” you whistled, shaking your head, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It was two and half years ago. I just, I haven’t found my stride again yet, I guess.” 

“Is that why you got defensive about her?”

“They said she left me for this other guy because she knew I was a dogshit ball player. I mean, it’s probably not far off. But, I got an invite for her wedding in the mail today, and I was already on edge, so I sort of…snapped.”

“She invited you?!” 

“Yeah, like that, huh? She probably thought I have someone new I’m seeing and that we could still be friends or some shit.”

“So you need a date?”

“I’m not going,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “I’m not going.”

“Why not? Free drinks for a night, you can wish her well while secretly hoping her husband’s ball career washes out on him in a year or two.”

Bradley chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he gestured his hand towards you, “I like your thinking actually, but I’m not going alone.”

“I’ll go with you,” you offered, shrugging your shoulders, “When is it?”

“In six months, you don’t need to come with me though. I’ll send her some cheap gift and call it a day.”

“No,” you insisted as you pulled into a parking space at the hospital’s urgent care clinic, “I’ll come with you. I love a good revenge story. Besides, it could be fun. I’ve never partied with a bunch of baseball players before.”

“You’re…you’re something else, you know that?”

“You mean, you don’t have dozens of women offering you a tampon to stop your nosebleed, driving you to the hospital and then offering to accompany you to your ex-wife’s wedding date?” you challenged.

“Can’t say that I do, no.”

“Well, I’m honoured to be your first.” 

Bradley couldn’t help his ear to ear grin as he followed you into the hospital. Despite his bloodied, battered nose, which was hurting more than he cared to let on, and his fledging career, falling apart around him as he stood there, he felt genuinely excited. Excited to get to know you better. Excited to see where things went with you. He felt a promising sense in your words - like maybe, just maybe, he might be able to be done with one-night-stands and empty beds in the morning. He felt giddy, like a teenager going on a first date with his high school crush. He wasn’t sure if it was the pain from his nose or the alcohol talking, but he was almost convinced you were a guardian angel of sorts. Refusing to believe that someone like you could be anything but. 

First things first though, he needed to bring you to a baseball game. 

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw au #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw au #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x y/n #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw au #rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x y/n #top gun maverick au fic #baseball au

[lazyartist16s]

MLB LoveBug AU MasterList:

All Comics will be displayed in correct order! First one would be at the top and will be moving down with each new comic being added.

QUEEN BEE ORIGINS (8 Part Comic)

Public Image

Friends(?)

Training Sessions

Fencing Classes

Change

Favourite Hero

Wing Grooming

Surprise!

Jealousy

OTP

Extras:

Queen Bee and Ladybug Design

Redeemed!Azula AU Masterlist:

Reunion

Reunion (2)

Reunion (3)

Living Arrangements

Surprise

Nightmares

Again

Dance your Heart Out

Switched

I'm sorry

Very Platonic Domesticity

I don't love you

Stargazing

#mlb #mlb au #mlb lovebug au #mlb lovebug au masterlist #atla #atla au #avatar the last airbender #redeemed!azula #redeemed!azula au masterlist

[visionaryinsomniac]

Another Dance AU comic, Marinette is a worrywart, and Alya makes it worse helps her out 

(Part 1 - 2 tba)

#note that alya is wearing contacts mostly in this au- #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #alya cesaire #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous dance au #mlb dance au #the 7th panel kills me but i dont want to redo it but ew

[fabseg-reader]

Miraculous fanart: Zoénette (MLB Femslash February)

Day 22: Marinette and Zoé (Quaint; Air)

Related to the @mlbfemslashfebruary event.

Marinette wears her dress from Representation (5.24) while Zoé wears a ranch/cowgirl/farwest-themed suit and a hat.

Each girl holds a makeup on the face: Marinette has a star on the cheek, Zoé has a red nose (not blood) and a red circle on her cheek (that reminds a clown).

The two girls dance together.

One fact: it's my first Zoénette draft I draw here.

Previous Femslash posts here:

#miraculous ladybug #mlbfemslashfebruary #femslash february #femslash #marinette dupain cheng #zoé lee #zoénette #zoenette #day 22 #quaint #air #my art

[jackhues]

naqia's masterlist!

here are a list of all of my works! f = fluff, a = angst, m = mix of moods, p = personal fav, i = instagram edit, h/c = hurt/comfort

nhl

the best feeling - jamie drysdale (ana) f

uh... tuesday? - jamie drysdale (ana) m

i promise - jamie drysdale (ana) f

to be with you - jamie drysdale (ana) f

hardlaunch - trevor zegras (ana) f i

a good one - jack quinn (buff) f

like it very much - devon levi (buff) f

in love love - alex lyon (det) f p

warm - jack hughes (njd) f p

christmas mornings - jack hughes (njd) f

toxic - jack hughes (njd) a p

"i'm sorry" - jack hughes (njd) a

perfect - nico hischier (njd) f

a secret - šimon nemec (njd) f

the one - mat barzal (nyi) a p

bad reaction - mat barzal (nyi) a

bad reaction pt. 2 - mat barzal (nyi) a f

bad reaction pt.2 (au) - mat barzal (nyi) f a

playoffs - matthew knies (tor) f i

he'll be okay - matthew knies (tor) f

karma - auston matthews (tor) f

mrs hughes - quinn hughes (van) f i

officially mrs hughes - quinn hughes pt.2 to above (van) f i

pillow - quinn hughes (van) f

three in the morning - quinn hughes (van) f

mango dragon refresher - quinn hughes (van) f a h/c

f1

world tour - charles leclerc (ferrari) i

ferrari?! - charles leclerc (ferrari) pt 2 to above i

vamos - charles leclerc (ferrari) i

maybe she's just a fan - charles leclerc (ferrari) pt 2 to above i p

better half - charles leclerc (ferrari) i p

break up songs - oscar piastri (mclaren) i f p

mlb

dancing in the rain - bo bichette (tbj) f

cold hands - bo bichette (tbj) f

#naqia's masterlist! #naqia writes! #naqia's navigation #nhl masterlist #hockey masterlist #jamie drysdale masterlist #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl one shot #nhl blurb #jack hughes masterlist #formula 1 #formula one masterlist #charles leclerc masterlist

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Status: All Star

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Its a Ruff Life

Sliding Into Home Master List Main Masterlist

Abigail Cecilia Hernandez-Adler grew up in a crazy house. But not like you think. 

The youngest of five children, she is also the only girl. Her parents' miracle. Not that they didn’t love her brothers. But she was an unexpected, yet adored by her family, miracle.  

Walking towards her childhood home, Mary was chattering as usual.  She loved her adoptive grandparents, well really, her only grandparents, seeing as how Frank’s mother, Evelyn, wasn’t really in the picture.  “Do you think Abuela (grandmother) made my cake?” 

“I’m sure she did.” Abby smiled.  Her “cake” was actually imported sweet bread with pineapple jam filling.  Ana could make it, but the local Salvadorean bakery had it shipped fresh every week.  Abby cocked her head when she heard the sounds of people yelling at the television, no doubt a soccer game on the screen.  “I think the guys are already here. Mami said the guys would be here but not the wives.”  

Frank groaned.  “So, they are planning on killing me.”  

“For what?” Abby asked innocently.  

“You know for what,” Frank growled. “I married their baby sister without them there.”  

“But Mami and Papi were there. They can get over it.”  Abby raised her hand to knock but Frank stopped her.  

“Remember me after I die, love. Don’t fall for anyone else. Especially this asshole,” thumbing back to Johnny. “Be a widow forever.”  

“Oh my god, so dramatic.”  Abby knocked and smiled. “Love you, Frankie.”  

“I’m seriously doubting that right now Cricket.”  

The door flew open with Ana on the other side with an apron already on.  “Since when do you knock?” 

“Since you taught me manners,” Abby replied.  She hugged her mother, “Hi Mami.”  

“Hola, mi linda (my beauty). Come in! Mi hijo,” she kissed Frank’s cheek. “The boys are in the den with your father.  Oh Johnny, Suzie, Scott, I’m so glad you came.  Oh, mi corazon (my heart),” as she hugs Mary. “You are getting so big.”  

“Abuela! I missed you!” Mary hugged Ana hard.  “Is Abuelo here?” 

“Is that my Mary?” William came from around the corner and Mary squealed, jumping into his arms. “Oh Nugget, you’ve grown like a foot since Vegas.”  

“I have not!” Mary danced around, with Dodger prancing with her.  

“To me, you have.  Go,” he pointed to the den. “There are some people who want to see you.”  Mary took off with Dodger following.  William stood up and smiled. “HI, mi hija, Frank.” He gave both of them a hug before shaking hands with the rest of the group.  “How was the house?” 

“It was good. A little weird,” Abby offered.  “But it still felt like home. Frank’s nervous.”  

“I’m not nervous, I’m cautious.”  William gave him a look.  “The guys are gonna kill me.”  

William laughed. “They are not.  They might try but you make their sister happy and let’s face it, they are more scared of her.”  

“Hey fools, apparently our little sister can’t even say hi to us,” a male voice says as the group walks into the living room.  

“Mami! Isn’t it polite to greet guests as they come into the house and not make them go to you?” Abby’s eyes sparkle as her brother, Marco, blanches.  

Ana comes out with her hands on her hips. “Marco, go get your brothers and come say hello to your hermanita and her family.” 

“But Mami...”  

“Now! Or vas a ver (you will see).” She reaches down for her foot and Marco practically runs into the other room.  

“What the hell,” Johnny mutters under his breath as Scott Frank and Abby laugh. Susie shrugs.  

“It's called La Chancla, or the sandal.  It’s a Hispanic mother thing.  They throw it at the child who annoys them the most.  It's usually Marco or Robert for us,” Abby explains.  “Frank got it once too, in high school.”  

Frank unconsciously rubs the back of his head.  “Ana’s got great aim as well.”  His back stiffens as Marco and three other men enter the room. “Shit.”  

“That’s a quarter Frank,” Mary sings, coming up behind them.  “Frank swears a lot and Abby is making him pay for it.”  

“Good for her,” the oldest looking at bunch says.  “Hi,” turning to the newcomers. “I’m Antonio,” offering his hand to everyone.  “This is Robert, Daniel and Marco.”  

Abby introduces everyone as Ana ushers everyone to the den.  As Frank walks by, Antonio stops him.  “We just need to talk to Frankie Boy here for a sec.”  

“Tony...” 

“Abby princessa, go talk with your friends. We’ll just be a moment.” 

“Its ok Cricket.” Frank nods to her.  “Love you”.  

Abby rolls her eyes and sighs.  “Just don’t kill him. I love him too much.”  She tosses her curls around and stomps out of the room.  

Frank swallows as he looks at his wife’s brothers. His brothers in law. “Guys look...”  

“Shut up Franklin,” Antonio growls. “Did you cheat on my sister?” 

Frank is stunned.  “No. I would never.”  

“Then the pictures...” 

“Were a set-up from Weiss,” Frank said.  “He’s been playing this game with her all because he’s in love with her. Daniel, you remember how he was with her. But I would do anything to protect your sister.  I love her so much. She and Mary are my entire world.”  

“You married her without us,” Robert said.  

“I know. I’m sorry.”  

“Are you going to give her a real wedding?” Daniel asked.  

“As soon as the season is over.  Scott and Abby have already started planning.”  

“What about your sister?” Marco looks angrier.  He was the closest to Abby since they were only about a year apart.  

“The police are looking for her and Weiss. But until they do, Abby will have security when she gets back to work next week.  If I’m not with her, someone else is.  Scott and Susie have been great keeping her company.”  

Antonio crosses his arms.  “We’ve always liked you, Frank. But she’s our sister.”  

“And I respect that.  I do. But when Abby wanted to get married right away, I had to negotiate...” 

“Wait,” Daniel stopped him.  “She wanted to move that fast?” 

Frank nodded.  “Yeah, I could barely get her to agree to give me the day so I could get your parents out there.” The look of shock crossed their faces. “Did she not tell you that?” 

“No,” Robert said. “I’m going to kill her.” Her other brothers began muttering in Spanish.  

“Or,” Frank said, “you could have your revenge.”  

Once the drama of the Hernandez boys and Frank was done, which suspiciously took longer than expected, the entire group sat for the lunch Ana had made. “God, I forgot how good your food is Ana,” Frank mumbled with a full mouth.  

Abby smacks his arm.  “Swallow and then speak, Adler.” She rolled her eyes.  “He’s rude but he’s right Mami. I have missed your food.”  

“I’ve taught you everything you know, mi hija.” Ana smiled softly at her daughter. “All it takes is practice.”  

“Don’t have the time,” Abby replied.  “Besides, I can’t do as good a job as you.”  She took a bite and looked at her friends.  “What do you guys think?” 

“It's delicious,” Sue said wiping her mouth.  “So much better than some of the restaurants in LA.”  

“Agreed,” Johnny said.  He saw Mary struggling with a piece of meat and reached over to cut it for her.  “You guys coming to the All Star stuff?” 

Daniel replied to him, “yeah Frankie Boy sent over tickets for everything.  Me and the boys are bringing our girls, except for Marco. He doesn’t have a girl.”  

“Shut up,” Marco said.  He looked at Susie and blushed a little, bowing his head in embarrassment.  

“It should be fun,” Frank said.  “I’m in the home run derby this year with Storm.”  He and Johnny high-fived. “First time two players from the same team made it in a while.”  

Abby smiled and kissed Frank’s cheek.  She went to reach for her drink but found it empty.  “I’m going to get another.  Does anybody want something?” 

“Can I get another beer Abbs?” Robert asked.  

“Sure.”  She got up.  As soon as she cleared the doorway, one by one, each of her brothers and Frank train their gazes on the door.  

Ana frowned. “What are you up...” A scream broke through the house.  

Abby came screaming out and right into Frank’s arms.  “Sp-spi-spider!” She screeched.  She buried her head into Frank’s chest and began to cry.  

“Hey Cricket, its ok,” he sooth.  

William got up and went to the pantry and walked back out with a giant spider in his hand.  “Antonio!” 

“Maybe next time you’ll invite your brothers to your wedding, hermana,” Antonio said.  

Abby stopped and looked at Frank. Her eyes became set in fury. “Baby?” 

 Her head turned as she looked at her oldest brother. “Did you put that spider on the beer fridge handle?” her voice was low and lethal. She got up and started to stalk towards him.  

Antonio blanched. “Ok, Abbs, look...” he looked at his brothers.  “It was Frank’s idea,”  

“The fuck it was! I just said to take your revenge, not scare her half to death.”  

The distraction from Frank’s explanation was enough for Abby to launch herself at her bother and throw her arms around his neck and into a choke hold. “You dick!” 

Antonio tried to rip her away, but she was stronger now.  Robert, Daniel and Marco decided to allow Antonio and Abby have at it.  

“Abigail Cecilia! Antonio David! That’s enough!” her father roared. Abby let go; both were breathing heavily. “You would think that your mother and I raised animals.” William sat back down in his chair. “Abigail, go sit.” Abby sat back down. “Now, Tony, apologize to your sister and then clean all of this up.  You and your brothers are on clean up duty.” The guys went to protest but William stopped them. “One peep from any of you and you will get a whooping.  I don’t care how old you are.”  

“Si, papi,” they all mumbled, throwing daggers at Abby.  

“Abby, go clean up the back room.” 

“But Papi, I didn’t do anything!” 

“I don’t care. You behave like animals, I’ll treat you like one.  And Frank?” Frank whipped his head towards his father in law. “You help her but if she kills you, no one is going to stop her.”  The entire table dissolved into laughter as Frank groaned in his seat.  

As Frank and Abby got ready for bed, Frank tried to talk to his wife.  “Cricket?” 

“I’m not talking to you.”  

Frank sighed. “I didn’t tell them to use the spider.”  

“But you told them to have revenge.”  

“What was I supposed to say? Hey sorry that my wife decided not to call you before she got married. My bad?” Frank grabbed her and put her on his lap. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I love you, baby.  I’m so, so sorry.” 

Abby sighed.  “Fine, but no sex for you.”  

“But Cricket...” 

“No!” She climbed into bed and turned her back on him. “You betrayed me, so no sex for you!” He climbed behind her and pulled her into his chest.  

“Are you sure, my love?” He let his hand glide over her stomach. “You won’t let me make you feel good as a way to apologize?”  He grazed a hand over her panties.  She jerked a little. “So sensitive.” He kissed her below her ear.  

Abby gave in with a low moan. “I hate you but you better not stop.”  

Frank smiled and began to make his wife feel good. “Never, Cricket, never.” 

All Star weekend is a chance for all the players to relax, if not invited to Boston this weekend for the All Star Game.  Most of the weekend was dedicated into activities for families and meet-and-greets. Frank had been here before, but this was the first year he was happy too.  

As a surprise, Frank had new jerseys for Mary and Scott with his name and number. For Abby, he had “Mrs. Adler” on hers.  “Maybe later, you can just wear this,” he whispered to her.  

“For my all-star, absolutely.” Abby smiled into the kiss as she put the jersey on over her camisole and jeans.  

It was rare when two players from the same team make it to the home run derby. But Frank and Johnny were always the exception and not the rule.  Johnny had been laughing too much to take it seriously and dropped out after the first round.  Frank on the other hand was proud of his swing.  He made it to the face off.  

With Bobby Fuller.  

When was Frank going to get a break from this asshole? 

Frank took his stance as he went to swing away.  Out of the 30 pitches he got, he sent 18 out of the park, with three sailing over the Green Monster.  Mary had been sitting on the field with the other kids and screamed in joy after each one.  Once he was finished, he sat back with the rest of the National League while Bobby went to bat.  With the last hit, Frank held his breath.  But it was short of the wall, giving Frank the home run title.  He had Mary in his arms as he was interviewed.  

“So Frank, this has been a big year for you?” 

Frank chuckled. “You can say that.” 

“New wife, new team. Any other changes coming?” 

“Not at the moment.  My family and are finally settled in LA and we like it there. Don’t we?” He tickled Mary. She giggled and ducked her head.  

“You’re Boston, born and raised. How good does it feel to will the home run title on your home turf?”  

Frank took a moment to look around the stadium. “This place raised me and my wife when we were kids, so it always feels good to be back. And yes, winning the title here is amazing.  I wouldn’t change it for the world.”  

“Congratulations on everything, Frank!” 

“Thank you!” He waved to the crowd as he carried Mary off the field.  

The next day was the actual game.  Frank made a conscious effort to sit away from Bobby and chatted with Johnny and others.  

Abby, Scott, Mary and Susie were sitting in the family section, enjoying the game.  It wasn’t so serious, mainly because it was for bragging rights and home field advantage during the World Series.  “Abby, can I have an ice cream?” Mary was bouncing all over the place.  

“Nugget, are you sure you’re not gonna get sick?”  

“Nope, promise!” 

Abby laughed.  “Ok as soon as they come by, we’ll get one.”  

“Oh, there is one at the top.  Can I go? Please?” Mary gave eyes.  

Abby chewed her lip.  “Ok, but right there and right back Mary. I’ll keep an eye out.”  Mary jumped up and ran up the stairs.  Just then, there was a groan that when through the crown.  Abby looked back at the game. An outfielder from the American League missed a throw and Frank was running from first to second.  The crowd cheered as he slid into the bag, safe.  Abby clapped and then turned back.  

To find that Mary was nowhere to be seen.  

A/N: I know that "La Chancla" is not something that is exclusive to the hispanic community. However, "Abigail" is a hispanic basis character which is where this is coming from. I hope I'm not offending anyone.

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for your wip ask, is the musician logan still an f1 au, like he just has a secret ish life as a musician, or is it completely separate from f1?

Completely separate. The gist of it is that Logan and Oscar grew up in a small town and dated a little bit, but then Oscar went off to play college baseball and Logan was left behind. At the start of the fic, Oscar has just gotten into the MLB while Logan just released his first album and absolutely blew up, and now it’s impossible for Oscar to avoid thinking about Logan.

It’s split into three parts, each centered around a different album of Logan’s. I’ll put the song lists under the cut bc I am very proud of them. And yes, Logan is a country musician 😌

Act 1: Corner of the World

Riverboats and Railroad Lines

Down on 6th Street

Dust Diamonds

2018 State Champions

Knocking on Guitar Wood

Us (Corner of the World)

Movie Theater Meltdowns

West to Mississippi, North to Atlanta

County Line Dancing

Blue Truck to Bumfuck (Nowhere)

Act 2: Clay Footprints

Chasin’ You

Agony

Clay Footprints

Fuck Off and Stay There

Don’t Tell Me Twice

Gamestopper

(Can’t Stop) Diggin’ Roots

Darlin’ I’m Trying

Can’t Dance Without You

Better on the Beach

Broken Tail Lights

Give it to Me Straight

Act 3: Light Up Little Lightning Bug

Coastline Sunrise

Hurricane Bay

Untouchable

Letters I Write Home

Cicada Kinda Heartbeat

Stones in My Pockets

Come On Now, Boy

Tried & True

Never Learned How To Play Harmonica

Dreamboat

Kitchen Fire

Water Under the Bridge

The Boy I Love

Carpet Dayum (Carpe Diem)

Light Up Little Lightning Bug

#i actually have two different musician!logan aus #but this is the one i was talking about #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #loscar #wip game #ask game #my writing #wips

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FIC: The Rocking Epic of Lukas Stone and His Lady Faire (1/5) (MLB, Lukanette)

Rating: Teen & Up

Characters/Pairings: Anarka Couffaine, Jagged Stone, Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Tikki; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Jagged Stone/Anarka Couffaine (Past)

Summary: Meeting your soulmate is supposed to be the most magical moment of your life, and perhaps it would have been if Marinette’s soulmate hadn’t gone and gotten himself kidnapped by a dragon the very same night.  Now she’s on a quest with a princess and a bug-sized god to bring him home, hopefully before he gets himself eaten…  (Or: Ver said “No Valentine’s Epics” this year and Cap just laughed.)

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Last year, after PH exploded like it did, I swore up and down there would be no Valentine’s Epics this year.  And then I got @chromemist , our dear cap’n of the good ship @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers, and her prompts – especially when she expanded on them – gave no room for non-epics.  😂  My prompts were “Soulmate AU” and “Royalty AU”, and Cap?  You can expect me this weekend. I have Words for you, ma’am.  😂  (Specifically, as of right now, at least five chapters and a potential sequel’s worth.  😂)

The Rocking Epic of Lukas Stone and His Lady Faire

Chapter One: Hey Dilly Dilly, Aren’t Soulmates Just Silly?

Marinette didn’t like parties.

“I must say, you do look enchanting tonight,” the man leading her around the dancefloor said lowly, smiling at her as he bent closer.  She hoped she wasn’t too obvious in the way she leaned back – his cologne was strong enough to make her gag.

“Thank you,” she murmured politely.  She hoped he took the demure way she turned her head from him as a show of coy shyness and not what it was: a desperate search for the nearest exit.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like parties.  Not really.  She just didn’t much like these parties.

These parties were parties thrown by her favorite uncle, King Jacob Stone.  When Marinette thought of parties she thought of the gatherings her friend Alya liked to host, with maybe three musicians in the corner and casual dancing and a table with snacks in the back corner.  Or maybe the dinners Gabriel Agreste, head of the most prominent fashion guild, hosted for his fellow guildsmen, hours of polite conversation around an elaborate ten-course meal.  She certainly didn’t think of extravagant gowns, stiff suits, formal dancing to a fifteen-piece band, and servants circulating with trays of drink and food for the partygoers to enjoy.  King Stone didn’t so much throw parties as he threw lavish balls, with all the pomp and circumstance befitting one of royal status (and all the…eccentricities befitting a royal like Jagged Stone).

This particular ball, a masquerade at that, was being thrown in honor of his eldest son, the crown prince.  Today was the prince’s birthday – his eighteenth birthday, at that.  So if King Stone had gone a little…well, overboard with things, no one entirely blamed him.  Your eldest son only came of age once, after all.  It was, Marinette supposed, a pretty big deal.

It was still more party than Marinette was accustomed to dealing with.

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