MLB Imagines

[...Tommy Edman...] - The Wild Card

Tommy Edman - "The Wild Card"

The sun was setting over Dodger Stadium, casting a golden glow over the crowd, as Y/N and her best friend June made their way to their seats. The Los Angeles Dodgers were facing off against the St. Louis Cardinals, but tonight's game was anything but ordinary. For one, it was a beautiful evening—cool, but not too cold, with a light breeze rustling through the palm trees that lined the stadium. And for another, Y/N had a reason to be extra excited. The Dodgers had just signed a new player—their latest acquisition from the Cardinals—none other than Tommy Edman.

Y/N wasn't a die-hard baseball fan like June, but she knew the basics, and she knew Tommy Edman. He was the kind of player who could steal the show without saying a word. Quiet, humble, but undeniably talented—and, okay, pretty damn cute. The rumors had been swirling for weeks, and now that he was officially a Dodger, it was impossible to ignore how ridiculously hot he looked in that blue uniform.

As they settled into their seats behind the first baseline, Y/N tugged at the Dodgers jersey she'd thrown on for the night. June had insisted that they support the team, and honestly, she had to admit—wearing a jersey felt pretty fun. But what made it even better was the fact that the jersey had Tommy's number on it, his signature #19 emblazoned across the back. She hadn't planned to get it, but once Tommy had been traded, she'd rushed to get one. She couldn't help herself.

"So, tell me again, what's so special about this Tommy Edman guy?" Y/N asked, trying to hide her excitement with a casual tone as she glanced over at June.

June smirked, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "He's a freaking phenomenon. Dude is versatile—plays second, shortstop, and third base. Plus, he's one of the most underrated guys in the league. Quiet, but super skilled. I'm telling you, he's the real deal."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, glancing out at the field. "Alright, alright, I get it. He's good at baseball." She shifted in her seat, trying not to sound too interested. But even as she said it, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Tommy as he jogged onto the field during warm-ups, effortlessly tossing the ball around with his teammates.

There he was: Tommy Edman, wearing the #19 Dodgers jersey. He looked incredible, his hair a bit tousled from his cap, the muscles in his arms flexing as he warmed up. Y/N tried to stay calm, but it wasn't working. She had no idea how June could be so chill about this.

"Well, he sure looks like he's got a little something extra," Y/N muttered under her breath.

June smirked. "Told ya. You'll see."

The game started, and Y/N tried her best to pay attention to the action on the field, but every time Tommy Edman came into view, she found it hard to focus. She couldn't help it—there was something magnetic about him. He wasn't flashy like some of the other players, but there was a quiet confidence in the way he moved. His baseball instincts were sharp, and when he got to the plate, his presence was undeniable.

But it wasn't just his game that kept pulling Y/N's attention. There was something else going on—a little game that only the two of them seemed to be playing.

It started innocently enough, with Tommy glancing over at the crowd, his eyes scanning the stands. And then, out of nowhere, he met Y/N's gaze. He didn't just look away like most players would; no, he held her gaze for a fraction longer than usual. And then, as though it was the most casual thing in the world, Tommy Edman winked at her.

Y/N froze, her heart skipping a beat. Did he just—?

She blinked, trying to process what had just happened. Was he really looking at her? Was it a coincidence? Maybe he was winking at someone behind her, or maybe it was just a playful, "I'm on the field, but I'm acknowledging you" wink. But deep down, Y/N knew. It had been for her.