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Leon x Reader | Professional Season

“I don’t get why we have to be so far away from the plate. We should be allowed to be right next to them. You’re telling me these random rich bitches can sit there and I can’t?” Melissa, a red-haired woman with a slight attitude, said.

“I can promise you, if they’d let us in the dugout we’d be there.”

Melissa used to be allowed next to the dugout but after a few too many instances of yelling at refs, she had to be at least seven rows away from the dugouts. So, when one baseball wife left, the others did too.

(Y/n) truthfully would rather be next to the dugout alone, away from the women who were constantly talking about the game as if it was life and death, but she enjoyed the sense of community it gave. Plus, she didn’t want to seem like she didn’t like them. They were just older than her and in different life stages.

Kind of like Leon and his teammates. Some argued that Leon should technically be playing for college teams due to his age, but the coaches couldn’t deny his skill, so he was moved to the professional baseball teams. Good for him, he always said, he didn’t want to go to college.

(Y/n) snapped out of zoning out. Leon was up to bat. He had his bright red helmet on, almost strutting out to the plate.

“My blood runs cold.”

The spouses of the team looked over to (Y/n) with a small smirk, as they always do.

“My memory has just been sold,” Ada leaned over and sang in her ear. Their team always had a lot of fun picking out their walk up songs. Last year his song was Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.

“My angel is a centerfold.”

She stared at Leon as he looked up to where she sat, lip syncing and then placing his fingers on his lips, pointing to her.

“Does he always blow you a kiss before he bats,” she poked (Y/n) with a giggle.

“He does when there isn’t any competition.” But he looked a little different this time. The team wasn’t winning by five like they usually are. They were down by one and Leon was up to bat. There were two outs and three teammates on base in bottom of the last inning. He could easily snag a Grand Slam and win it all.

“Yea, Kuwata better not mess this up.” Melissa muttered under her breath. Sometimes (Y/n) wondered if she knew everyone within five feet could hear her.

It was her husband who got the second out anyways, (Y/n) had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She knows that if it were the other way, she’d probably be thinking that too.

Leon swung as the pitch came, hitting it far, but outside the lines. Foul. She saw him get visibly irate, taking everything in him to not hit the ground with his bat. She couldn’t imagine how it must feel to have the entire game rest on his shoulders.

He went back to the base, bending his knees and doing a quick practice swing. He did a little jump before getting ready for his second attempt. There was a crack across the stadium. The ball went over the stands, a grand slam.

Everyone immediately stood up and cheered. Ada immediately wrapped an arm around (Y/n), pulling her close for a quick squeeze. “What can’t he do?”

“Propose.” Melissa snorted, although it wasn’t mean like usual. More teasingly.

“Oh hush, they’re still young,” Ada leaned behind (Y/n) to lightly tap Melissa.

They all began giggling and poking her teasingly, asking if they’d be invited to the future wedding.

“Invited? We’re gonna be the bridesmaids, right (Y/n)?”

“Uhm, he’s gotta propose first.” She blushed and looked down, ignoring Leon waving at her from the field.

“A big proposal?”

“Or small and private?”

“Yknow he mentioned to John that he thinks a proposal after a win would be cute. With fireworks and-“

“-then he brings you to the pitcher mound.”

“I don’t think he’s that formal,” Melissa chimed in. She was right. That was wayyy too much work. Not that he wouldn’t put work into a proposal, but it’s too public.

“Cmon,” Ada nudged her, “let’s go down to the field.” She guessed she was too deep in thought about how he would propose that she didn’t notice that all the others left already to greet their husbands.

She saw everyone jumping up and down, excited over the win while the other team walked off without a second glance.

“Hey babe,” Leon threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Nice win huh?”

“Hell yea, you killed it.” She high fives him with her free hand. She was going to lean into him more but the guys began to surround him, cheering. It was obvious he was getting MVP for the game.

“I’ll be home after this, you wanna order food?”

“I made some pasta before coming here!”

“Sweet, see ya soon!” He called out while getting dragged away by reporters.

He came home soon enough and ate the meal she left him. She already ate and showered, so she sat in bed and watched some T.V.

“Hey, Leon, they got your interview on.”

“Already?” he peeked out of the bathroom door, towel wrapped around his waist as he brushed his teeth. His hair was wet and laying flat against his head from showering and his muscles had drops of water on them.

“Okay,” she thought, “don’t stare too much.”

After a few minutes of the blow dryer running, he came out, dressed in flannel pants and no shirt, hair styled as usual. He stretched out before starting to talk.

“Yknow, that was the first time,” he threw his phone on the bed and looked back at her, “the first time I’ve ever been unsure of a game outcome.” He fell onto the bed dramatically and sighed.

“Probably the first time you haven’t been ahead the whole game.” (Y/n) joked. “We were a little worried during the game too.”

“We- ohhh, so you’ve finally started talking to the other girls?”

“Yea, they aren’t so-“

“-‘Miss I don’t like their attitude,’ is now friends?”

“Hey, Melissa is mean!”

“Trust me, I know. Should’ve been there when I first got MVP over her husband.” Leon side-eyed (Y/n) for a moment from across the bed. “And now you’re using their names too.”

“Okay, okay, enough.” She lightly tapped him on the head, smiling.

“So you can dish it but not take it?” He smirked.

“Oh I can take it.”

“Prove it.” He pulled (Y/n) into him, placing his hands around her back while still laying down. “If you’re so confident.”

“Fine,” she began kissing him lightly over his face. He pulled away and sat up, leading her onto his lap. He dug his face into her neck and began kissing it lightly and quickly, making her relax in his arms. One of her weak points was her neck, he had learned early into their relationship. He made sure to always attack it when he could.

She was about to close her eyes and fall asleep when she heard a ding nearby. It wasn’t her phone, she knew that. She always kept it on silent. But she knew someone who always forgot to silent it. Leon. She looked at his phone, seeing a text from James with a photo attached. [Wish you were here!]

“Leon.” She pulled away from kissing him for a moment. “Did the team go out together after the game?”

“Yea-“

“Did they even invite you?”

(Y/n) was rightfully protective over Leon and the team. Although teams were always close, his younger age definitely made connecting a bit different. She couldn’t deny that Leon had been a little excluded at the start; the team often went to restaurants after games without telling Leon. She thought that the team had gotten closer to Leon though.

“No, don’t worry babe. They invited me this time. I just… wanted to come home.” He waited for a reaction, but (Y/n) just stared at him blankly. “Because I…”

“Go on.”

“You’re gonna make me admit it?” He whined, closing his eyes and turning his chin up.

“Admit ittt,” she sang out a little, messing with Leon’s hair.

“I wanted to come home to see you. Besides, whatever bar they’re at isn’t half as good as whatever you made.”

“So true. Well, I’m glad you’re getting closer with the team.”

“Me too… I just haven’t been able to hang out with you as much lately. It’s either been practice, team bonding, or games for me.”

(Y/n) didn’t know what else to say, so she focused back on kissing him.

“I’m so glad they don’t make you shave your hair anymore.” She muttered, running her hands through his fiery hair.

“I thought about it,” he whispered, resting his head on her shoulder. That was short lived, as she quickly pulled away.

“What!”

“It fits weird in my helmet!” He told her, pulling her back to his chest. “Buuuttttttt, knowing you like it so much I guess I won’t shave it,” he playfully rolled his eyes.

(Y/n) ruffled his hair a bit. “Good.”

He adjusted (Y/n) on his lap again so she could lean into his chest again. It was a pretty regular occurrence that he would pull her onto it to hold her better. Sitting at bars, hanging out in the car, cuddling, he always wanted to put her on his lap.

He wanted to go back to kissing and then fall asleep like they usually did, but he just wasn’t as content with that tonight. He had a lot more energy than most nights. He could compliment his girlfriend and say it’s from dinner but it’s most likely the energy drink he had after the game as a sponsorship. He didn’t want to go to bed anymore.

He kept looking up and down at her face, sly glances that (Y/n) hardly noticed when she played with his hair. For a second thought, she pulled away and noticed his glances.

“Hm?”

“Oh, uhm… yknow, most of the time I would’ve fallen asleep after my game, but…” (Y/n) gave him an almost confused look before nodding. “I’m not that tired tonight. Plus, we don’t have practice tomorrow morning.”

She nodded and adjusted herself. His lower chest was in between her knees as she straddled him. The middle of her barely hovering over his lower chest. He put his two hands at her hips and pulled closer, not looking at anything but her face.

He slowly put his hands under her oversized shirt, lifting it up cautiously. Her arms went above her head and she finished taking it off, throwing it off the bed. His hands cupped her cheeks as he slowly made way down to her neck and then to her breasts. His thumb slowly traced over her areola, noticing her suddenly shaky breath. She put her hands into his hair and roughly ran through it down to his back, arching her back.

“You’re certainly eager.” He teased.

“You don’t always have to be so gentle with me. I’m not that weak,” she said. “Cmon, don’t hold back.”

“Oh really?” He gave her a little smirk and then a toothy grin. “You won’t even be able to think straight when we’re done.”

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midnightlee25 · 2 years

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Yandere Reaction: Danganronpa v1 boys Reacting to their darling sneaking up and smacking their backside

Makoto Naegi:

Just about jumps a mile in the air. He is confused by what had just happened and may even ask his darling what that was all about. He does laugh it off but does ask them kindly not to sneak up on him again.

Chihiro Fujisaki:

Another one who jumps and is very confused wondering why his darling did that. Finds out it was just some sort of weird joke. He gently asked them not to do it again.

Byakuya Togami:

He knows what they were up to and even knows that they were behind them. Grabs their wrist just as they raise it. He does end up giving them a stern talking to about the whole thing.

Leon Kuwata:

Super confused as well as ready to fight someone when he turned around only to see his darling laughing their butt off. Sees it as an invitation to do the same to them and just like with him they won’t see it coming.

Hifumi Yamada:

Was ready to tell off the person before he saw his darling. The first time it happens he will give them a stern talking to and then after that he just slowly starts to ignore it.

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

Is another one that jumped a mile high at first. Doesn't really mind it but was just really surprised. Over time there is a 50/50 chance of him catching them before they do it.

Mondo Owada:

Hopefully his darling is good at dodging because the first thing he does is swing. Only because he didn't know it was his darling and thought it was some random person. He will yell at them for sneaking up on him like that because he almost hurt them. But if they didn't scare them off from doing it again it just deals with it. (Plus, after a while he may start doing it back.)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru: They will be getting a long stern yet soft lecture about it but there is a possibility of them getting out of it. He does keep a closer eye on them so they don't do it again.

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