mlb imagines⚾️️? (OPEN)

Carlos Correa -requested-

nani_ynvr

I have no clue how my dad managed to get me tickets so close to the Astros dugouts, but I wasn't complaining.

Because I was sitting right behind the on-deck circle, it means the view of the field is amazing, and the view of the player's asses is even better.

The game was starting, so I take my seat. I stand for the National Anthem and watch as the players take the field shortly after.

My focus remains on the boy whose name I wore across my back. A stud in the infield and a major hottie; Carlos Correa.

In my opinion, he's one of the best shortstops in the sport. It also helps that he's not too bad at the plate.

The top of the first inning goes by quickly. The leadoff man for the Athletics pops out to Reddick in right, then Verlander gave up a single to left. It didn't matter much though, because the next batter grounded into a 4-6-3 double play.

Everyone stands up and cheers, and I make sure I'm not the exception.

The first three batters come out and start taking their practice swings.

Springer's the first to bat, but instead of an infamous lead-off home run, he settles for a walk. Alex Bregman's next and I lean forward in my seat. Not because I want to get a better view of the batter's box, but so I'm closer to the on-deck circle.

A smile forms on my lips when I see Carlos walking towards the designated area for practice swings. He notices me staring and smirks.

Expecting that to be the last of the interaction, I'm shocked when he doesn't turn away from me.

Not wanting to turn away, I put myself out there. "Do you have an extra jersey? 'Cause I need your name and number."

He's taken aback by my confidence, but that's just the kind of girl I am. His smirk turns upwards into a smile, and he bites his lip, thinking of what to say back to me.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Nani," I tell him, leaning more towards him so he could hear me over the man next to me booing the opposing pitcher for a ball that was a little too inside.

"Well Nani, are you the baseball player here? Because I think you just hit a home run with me."

He winks at me, but before I can respond, Bregman's called on strikes and Carlos has to hurry to the box.

I rest my head on my hands and watch. He swings at the first pitch, and even though he was nowhere close to making contact, Springer uses the opportunity to steal second. He takes the second pitch, then the third.

When the next strike finally comes, Carlos sends it to the gap in left center. Springer slides into home and Carlos runs into second with a standup double.

I cheer loudly, getting on my feet and clapping my hands.

Carlos's RBI was the only run recorded in the first two and a half innings by either team. Now, with Bregman leading off the top of the third, it meant Carlos was strutting towards the on-deck circle again.

I wasn't expecting his to talk to me again, but I give him my full attention when I hear my name.

"Hey Nani," he says, and I nod, "Do you love baseball enough to let me take you all the way home?"

My mouth drops in shock, and I bite my lip to try and think of something to say back.

"Is that an offer?" I ask, picking up my Sprite and taking a sip from it.

"If you want it to be." He shrugs, his the corners of his lips turning to a small smile.

"Hit me a home run and maybe I'll take you up on it."

"Challenge accepted."

He walks towards the plate and calmly steps into the box. The first pitch hangs, and Carlos takes advantage, swinging and ripping it dead center. It sails over the fence and into the stands.

The crowd erupts in cheers and stands on their feet. Carlos trots the bases, making sure to stop by me before heading into the dugout.

"I'll meet you by the player's parking garage once the game's over."