MLB Imagines

[...Will Smith...] - The Girl In The Jersey

                                                              Will Smith - "The Girl In The Jersey"

Y/N had always loved baseball, but nothing compared to the feeling of stepping into Dodger Stadium on a warm summer night. The lights glowing over the field, the smell of stadium food in the air, the crowd buzzing with excitement, it all felt electric.

And tonight felt even more special.

Because Y/N was wearing one of Will Smith's jerseys.

It hung slightly oversized on them, the white fabric soft from being worn so many times already. "SMITH" stretched proudly across the back in blue lettering, his number beneath it. Y/N had bought it months ago after realizing Will had quietly become their favorite player. Not just because of his talent, but because of the way he carried himself, humble, funny, calm under pressure.

Y/N never expected him to notice them, though.

The game against the Padres was intense from the start. Every seat in the stadium seemed full, fans roaring after every strikeout and hit. Y/N sat close enough to the field to clearly see Will behind home plate, focused beneath the bright lights.

A few times during the game, Y/N swore his eyes drifted toward their section.

The thought alone made their stomach flip.

By the eighth inning, the Dodgers were tied. The entire stadium stood as Will walked up to bat. His walk-up song thundered through the speakers while fans screamed his name.

Y/N clapped nervously, gripping the railing in front of her.

"Come on, Will!" someone shouted nearby.

The pitcher threw.

Crack.

The sound echoed through the stadium as the ball launched deep into left field. The crowd erupted instantly. Y/N jumped to their feet screaming as the ball disappeared over the wall for a home run.

Will rounded the bases grinning while fireworks burst above the stadium.

Y/N could barely breathe from excitement.

After the Dodgers secured the win, fans slowly began making their way toward the exits. Y/N lingered near the player tunnel, hoping maybe, just maybe, to get an autograph before heading home.

Several players passed through quickly.

Then Will appeared.

He was still flushed from the game, hoodie half-zipped, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Fans crowded closer instantly, calling his name and holding out baseballs to sign.

Will smiled politely, signing a few items before suddenly pausing.

His eyes landed directly on Y/N.

Specifically, on the jersey.

A slow grin spread across his face.

"Well," he said as he walked closer, "I think you might officially have the best jersey here tonight."

Y/N's heart nearly stopped.

"You noticed?" she asked nervously.

"Kind of hard not to," he teased. "You were sitting behind home plate, right? I saw you cheering after the homer."

Y/N laughed softly. "I almost lost my mind."

"I almost did too."

The two shared an easy laugh, and suddenly the nerves melted away.

Up close, Will seemed even more genuine than he did in interviews. Relaxed. Warm. The kind of person who made conversation feel effortless.

"You've been a fan long?" he asked.

"Since before the jersey," Y/N joked.

"That's good to know. Makes me feel less used."

Y/N laughed again, and Will shook his head smiling, clearly amused by how naturally the conversation flowed between them.

Before leaving, he signed the front of the jersey carefully.

"There," he said softly. "Now it's official."

Y/N looked down at the fresh autograph, stunned.

"Thank you."

Will hesitated for a second before asking, "You coming to the next game?"

The question caught Y/N completely off guard.

"Uh... yeah. Definitely."

"Good," he said with a smile that made Y/N's chest tighten. "Maybe I'll look for the jersey again."

From that night on, things slowly changed.

Y/N kept showing up to games wearing Will's jersey, and somehow, every time, he noticed. Sometimes he'd glance toward her section during warmups. Other times he'd wave subtly while jogging off the field.

Then came the messages.

One night after a game, Y/N nearly dropped her phone seeing a DM notification from Will himself.

"Think the jersey might be lucky. Might need you at every game now."

That single message turned into daily conversations.

Daily conversations turned into late-night FaceTimes.

And eventually, after one especially big Dodgers win, Will finally asked Y/N out officially.

Their first date was simple, late-night burgers and a quiet drive through Los Angeles with music playing softly through the speakers. No cameras. No attention. Just them laughing and talking for hours like they'd known each other forever.

Over time, their relationship deepened quietly away from the spotlight.

Will loved stealing Y/N's hoodies even though Y/N constantly reminded him she technically started by wearing his jersey first.

"You looked better in it anyway," he admitted one night.

Months later, after clinching the division title, Will pulled Y/N down onto the empty field long after the fans had left the stadium.

The city lights glowed in the distance while blue confetti still covered the grass.

Y/N stood there wearing his Dodgers jersey again beneath an oversized jacket, smiling as Will wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"You know what's crazy?" he murmured softly.

"What?"

"The first thing I noticed about you wasn't even your face."

Y/N laughed. "It was the jersey?"

"No," he said quietly, brushing his forehead against hers. "It was the way you looked at me like I was more than baseball."

Y/N's heart melted instantly.

Under the bright stadium lights, surrounded by silence and scattered confetti, Will kissed her slowly and deeply, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

And in that moment, Y/N realized the jersey that once made them feel like just another fan had somehow become the beginning of the greatest love story of their life.

Created for: FN8922