riptide || sports imagines

i'll always love you -triston mckenzie

for -cleveland
sorry this took forever, i'm so bad at uploading. i hope u still enjoy it tho!
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"And the Twins take this one 5 to 2." the announcer announced at Progressive Field.

I sighed as I gathered up my empty drink cup and empty bag of peanuts from my seat. I adjusted my boyfriend's jersey back around me.

My boyfriend, Triston McKenzie, was a starting pitcher for the Cleveland Guardians. Today, he was staring pitching against the Twins.

Today, Triston didn't do very well. He gave up 3 runs and walked 10 batters, with only 6 strikeouts. When Head Coach Terry Francona took him off the field for relief pitcher, Eli Morgan, he was pretty pissed to say the least.

I headed started my way out towards the parking lot where the players would come out to their cars. I had taken a train down to the stadium and Triston and I had planned to drive home together.

As I entered the lot, I was met with lots of other significant others of my boyfriend's teammates. I stopped to talk to Kara Bieber, Shane Bieber's wife. We made light conversation until the sound of heavy doors being pushed open. Out came the players of the Cleveland Guardians, tired and disappointed after the loss to the Minnesota Twins.

I looked in the crowd for my boyfriend, seeing some familiar faces such as Josh Naylor, Zach Plesac, and José Ramírez.

Finally, I saw my handsome boyfriend emerge from the double doors. His face showed the emotion of disappointment and anger. He didn't even notice me as he walked past me, brushing past me as fast as he could to his car. I ran after him after pleading a quick goodbye to Kara.

I finally catch up to the man and grabbed his shoulder.

"Babe, Triston." Triston turns around as his face turns into a slight smile seeing the woman he loves.

"Hey y/n." he said with barley any emotion. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug as he pressed a kiss amongst my cheek.

Our hands intertwined as we walked towards the car. Triston's grip was more aggressive than his normal, gentle grasp.

Triston placed his bags in the backseat of his car as I entered the passenger side. Moments later, he entered the driver's side.

Triston started the car without a word. He pulled out the parking lot emotionless. His hand gripped the steering wheel, making his knuckles white.

We pulled out of the parking lot and I looked at him.

"Triston, babe, what's going on? You're usually all smiles and kisses. But today, you're- you're just being weird."

"There's nothing wrong, y/n. Jeez! Why do you have to be so invasive all the God damn time!" Triston snapped.

I looked over at Triston, my mouth agape. He never, I mean never ever, snaps like that.

"Triston Andrew McKenzie! What do you mean by that?" I exclaim at the pitcher. We stopped at the red light and Triston looked at me.

"I mean you're always in my fucking space! 'Triston this', 'Triston that'! I mean that's all you ever fucking say! God y/n, you're annoying as fuck sometimes." Triston yelled at me. I looked at the man in front of me, dead in the eyes. My eyes started to gloss with tears.

"Y/n- I-" Triston started.

"I don't wanna hear it from you." I said as I turned around to face forward in my seat. Tears dripped from my eyes but I wiped them as quickly as they fell.

Triston and I kept driving to our apartment. After we parked in the apartment's garage, Triston turned to face me.

My arms were crossed in my lap as my eyes stared down at my legs.

"Y/n." I didn't look up.

"Y/n, please." Triston tried to grab my hand. His fingers grasped my fingertips because that's all he could grab.

After I felt his hand touch mine, I hesitantly looked up at him. His eyes were full of emotion; pain, sorrow, and regret.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry. I have no idea what got into me back there. Just all the stress from the game came to the surface and. poured out all at once. I'm sorry y/n. I literally can't describe how sorry I am. If my regret were as big as tall as a tower, it would be taller than the Eiffel Tower."

I broker character as I laughed at what he just said.

"The Eiffel Tower?! Where'd you come
up with that?" I questioned and laughed at the pitcher.

"Uh I don't know, that's- that's what I thought of in the moment!" Triston stuttered at my sudden change in mood.

"I know babe, I know. I'm just concerned about you. I mean, you never, I mean never, lash out like that. What got into that moment?" I questioned the man. I allowed him to settle down before I asked him.

"I- I... don't know actually. I shocked myself after I said that." I paused before asking the question that had been looming over my head for a while.

"Triston, did you mean when you said I was 'always in your space'?" I asked the man, my eyes getting glossy at the thought of me being a burden to the man I loved the most.

"Y/n," Triston grasped both my hands, "you have never ever been 'in my space' or any type of burden. I love you so fucking much. I have no idea what I would do without you. You mean the world to me." Triston smiled at the end of his sentence. A stray tear fell down my cheek; not a sad tear, but a happy tear.

Triston took his thumb and wiped it from my cheek. He kept his hand on my cheek and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on my lips. We pulled away and we rested our foreheads on each other's.

"I love you, forever and always." Triston spoke in the softest, kindest, most gentle voice I had ever heard. My heart swelled at the man in front of me, how lucky I was to call him mine.

"Come on, let's go inside." Triston said as he leaned away from me. He got out of the car and ran around to my side. He opened my door and gave me a little bow.

"Thank you, kind sir." I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed and opened the back seat to get his baseball bag.

I opened the house door and ran to the couch. I plopped down on the soft cushions as Triston laughed at me.

"I'll take a shower and join you in a minute." Triston gave me a kiss on the forehead.

Triston's POV

I got out of the shower and was surprised to hear the TV playing a movie.

I walked into the living room to see y/n asleep on the couch. I smiled down at the woman I got to call my own.

I grabbed the nearest blanket and put it over her. I, then, grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you baby." I whispered into her forehead. I'm so lucky to have her in my life.

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