MLB Imagines

[...Aaron Judge...] - Out of Left Field

Aaron Judge - "Out of Left Field"

The sun hung low over Yankee Stadium, casting long shadows on the field where Aaron Judge had spent countless hours honing his craft. As the star right fielder, he was accustomed to the pressures of the game, but today felt different. He was distracted, his mind drifting away from the scoreboard and the cheers of the crowd. Instead, he found himself thinking about Y/N, his best friend's girlfriend.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Y/N was off-limits, a steadfast rule in the unspoken code of bro-hood. But ever since they met during a barbecue at Jake's apartment, Aaron couldn't shake the way his heart raced every time she laughed. Her vibrant energy and quick wit drew him in like a magnet. He tried to ignore it, but the feeling was becoming harder to suppress.

That evening, after the game, Aaron headed back to his apartment. He dropped his bag on the floor and grabbed his phone, scrolling through his messages.

Jake: Hey man! You down for the usual hangout this weekend?

Aaron hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen before he replied.

Aaron: Yeah, sounds good. What's the plan?

Jake: Thinking BBQ at my place. Y/N will be there too!

A knot formed in Aaron's stomach at the mention of her name. He quickly typed a response.

Aaron: Perfect! Can't wait.

He put his phone down and flopped onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. He was playing with fire, but he couldn't help it. He liked Y/N—a lot.

Saturday arrived, and the smell of grilled burgers wafted through Jake's backyard as Aaron pulled up. The laughter of his friends filled the air, a sound that should have made him feel at home. Instead, it made his heart race in a way that was both exciting and terrifying.

"Hey, Judge!" Jake called, waving him over. "You made it!"

Aaron plastered on a smile and walked over, trying to keep his thoughts in check. Y/N stood beside Jake, wearing a sundress that accentuated her curves. She looked up, and their eyes met, a spark igniting between them.

"Hey, Aaron!" Y/N said, her voice warm. "Glad you could come!"

"Wouldn't miss it," he replied, trying to sound casual.

As the afternoon wore on, Aaron found himself stealing glances at Y/N. Jake was engrossed in a conversation with their mutual friends, but Aaron couldn't take his eyes off her. She was animated, telling a story that had everyone laughing.

"Did I tell you guys about the time I tried to bake cookies?" Y/N asked, her eyes twinkling.

"No, but I have a feeling it's going to be a disaster!" one of their friends teased.

"Oh, it was! I forgot the sugar and ended up with these rock-hard lumps of dough!" She laughed, and Aaron felt his heart twist at the sound.

"Sounds like something I would do," he chimed in, trying to join the conversation. "I can't even boil water without burning it."

Y/N turned to him, her smile brightening. "We should totally have a cooking competition. You, me, and Jake. Loser has to do the dishes!"

"Deal!" Aaron said, excitement bubbling up inside him. "But I hope you're ready to lose."

The playful banter continued, but as the sun began to set, Aaron felt an urge to pull Y/N aside. He needed to know if there was something more between them.