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leclucklerc · 3 months

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Against the World SO17 - Prologue

Pairings: Shohei Ohtani x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Shohei's journey started in high school. A place where the both of them found themselves thrusted into the spotlight without warning.

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Her friends told her that their relationship work was because how busy they are.

It’s because the both of them are really successful in their own respectful field. That the both of them are both really dedicated to their own craft and realized that time and effort is essential to keep improving themselves. That both love their works so much, making them both really busy and in the end-

Their relationship works because of that.

They met in high school.

Y/n likes to think that it’s fate, their meeting that is.

L/n Y/n was born from a Japanese mother and an American father. She doesn’t know much of her dad, considering he left her mom when he realized she was pregnant with his child. Y/n doesn’t really care. It’s not hard to forget a man that had never been in your life to begin with.

The same thing couldn’t be said to her mother.

After all, the woman had been heartbroken. She had given her heart, her young adult years, her dedication, for a man that decided that she’s not worth it. She had given him everything, only to be left with a child that he doesn’t want.

Maybe that’s the start of her resentment towards the man that had never been there. To see the woman that had raised and loved her staring longingly at the only picture that she has of the man. To see the woman closed her heart tightly. Never letting anyone to enter anymore.

To see the woman who had been so strong to raised her as a single mother in the midst of the Japanese society that had never looked her situation favorably.

Born and raised in Iwate, Japan, Y/n thought that she will grew up in this small city forever. She never really has an ambitious or big dreams to chase. From the start, she’s content with her life. A loving mother, a comfortable house, and friends to play with.

That is, until she was scouted as an idol during her first year of middle school.

If she must be honest, she had never really had an interest to become an idol. Nor had she put much thought when she said yes to the guy that scout her. It was a spur of a moment thing, where Y/n doesn’t really have much going on about her life.

The idol industry in Japan started young after all. Much younger than any other idol industries all around the world. She figured there’s no harm in trying and if in the end she doesn’t really like it, she can just quit considering that she still have her whole life before her.

She really didn’t expect the world of glitz and glamour. The kind of world that she’s not familiar with where she’s nothing more than an object to be idolized by someone. Where she has to put up a smile 24/7 on her face as she dance and sing in front of a crowd of people that really should be doing something better than obsessing a 13 year old girl.

Though alas, Y/n fell in love with the stage.

The bright light, the light that shone upon her, and the screams of adoring fans. The way her voice resonated across the air as she captured every pair of eyes, all of them focusing on her. All of them, putting all their attention to her.

For a girl that always craved love and validation all her life – an absentee father and a mother that is too busy - It really doesn’t take her long before she starts to love all of those. To start loving that aspect of being an idol and her life.

The stage is her first love. It’s something that will never fail to bring out a smile across her face. Something, that she could see doing years onwards.

But of course, life is not that perfect. What with her debuting under a small company amidst the already packed idol scene in Japan, it doesn’t take long for the company to put her into a hiatus. A hiatus is the fancy term, considering the company is basically trying to find an investor that’s crazy enough to invest their money on the not famous idol Y/n .

And well, no one wants to.

Her latest album sales are less than 1000. The same thing could be said to her most recent fan meeting where almost no one showed up. Her company too realized the failing potential of her idol career, that’s why they’re putting her in the so-called hiatus.

Her dorm room was taken too, considering how tight money is. Not wanting her to live on the company practice room or even the streets, Y/n was sent home back to Iwate.

Compared to Tokyo, Iwate is a quiet town. It’s the town where she was born and spent her childhood in and yet, it feels almost unfamiliar. She’s not used to the dark streets without the colorful billboards and various advertisements. She’s not used to the mountain scenery without any tall building disrupting her sight.

She’s not used to this.

This uncertain future of hers. These signs that keep on showing. Showing her that it's time for her to give up on her hopeless dream. That there's no way she can succeed as a celebrity and capture the heart of many.

"I don't want to go to school," she had said to her mother, finger playing with the food in front of her. "So many people knows that I left Iwate for Tokyo to become an idol... if I went back now people will laugh at me."

"And what?" asked her mother, voice a bit firm. "Leave your education?"

Y/n went quiet at that.

She knows that her already doomed future will become more doomed if she choose to leave her higher education without a good reason. A university graduate could hardly get a decent job after all. What can a high school drop out do?

"You finish your school," said her mother again. "Finish high school at least. We can talk about university later."

The start of her high school life is bleaker than ever.

Her earliest memory is of her and her mother watching a baseball game late at night.

She remembered being excited, considering for the first time ever her mother had let her to stay up way passed her bedtime. Her mother had told her earlier, with a pretty and yet secretive smile, that she has something to show her.

Y/n is excited. Practically bouncing at her feet as she stared at the bright television screen in front of her. There’s a baseball game in front of her. Of the cheering crowds and the colors of the teams splattered across the screen.

“Y/n-chan,” breathed out her mother, also entranced as her arm wrapped around the younger’s smaller girl. “Baby, look,” she said as she pointed towards one of the man who was walking to the field, bat in hand. “That’s your dad.”

Dad, is a foreign concept for the young girl.

She had never met her dad before, and yet, her mother had told her countless of stories about the man. Y/n practically knows almost nothing about the man and yet at the same time, she knows everything to know about regarding the man.

The man on the screen has a small frown on his face as he went into his batting position. His mother let out an entranced gasp as the crowd started to grow wild when the pitcher too, went on about his pitching motion. And without further ado, the crowd went absolutely wild when the man hit off a homerun almost immediatelt.

“Oh my god!” yelled the older woman, practically hugging Y/n. “Oh my god!”

Y/n blinked. “What’s going on?” asked the girl, turning her head towards the older woman. “Is it a good thing?”

“It is baby!” exclaimed the woman as she smothered plenty of kisses on y/n’s face. “Your father had just won the world series!”

That was the first time she ever heard about the world series and her early introduction to baseball. At first, she was excited. After all, who won’t be after discovering that your father is a world famous baseball player? That your father is just someone so cool?

And then she realized why she never see her father.

Y/n was nine when she watched an interview that her father did. An interview that he did with his family. His family that’s not y/n and her mom.

She watched as the little girl around her age sat on her father’s lap, smiling widely with a pretty dress that y/n wished she could own. She watched as the woman besides her father laughed, hand looped around the man arm as the woman who’s definitely not her mom gave her father a small peck on his cheek.

She watched this picture perfect little family laughed and joke inside her screen.

It made her felt a bit empty. She had asked her mother countless of time why they never sees her father. Something that the older woman had never answered directly. It was always a “we’ll see him soon,” or “he’s a really busy man.”

Well, now she knows why she never sees her dad.

Her relationship with baseball grows a bit complicated at that.

To be precise, she really doesn’t have any personal vendetta towards the sport. Though, being reminded about your absent father every time she see the sport is an unpleasant feeling. To know that your father doesn’t care about you or your mom every time she sees someone playing baseball is something that she hates.

Growing up trying to avoid baseball in a country like Japan is a hard thing. Baseball is a national sport here so encountering the sport on a daily basis is not something uncommon.

Y/n hates it. She hates the fact that her father made her hates baseball. She hates the fact that her father cheats on his own wife. She hates the fact that her father doesn’t care about her or her mom. She hates the fact that baseball reminds her of her useless existence. That y/n is an unwanted child born out of wedlock.

She hates it so so much.

Though, as she stared at her new high school, she started to question many things.

“Why did I choose this school…” she muttered as she saw the large banner being displayed in front of the school building. A banner that’s congratulating the school baseball team on entering Koshien.

Turns out, her new high school, the Hanamaki Higashi High School, is a school famous for their baseball team.

Y/n really does have a rotten luck.

"Didn't you go to Tokyo to become famous?" asked the girl in front of her.

Y/n let out an awkward laugh. "I'm on a hiatus," she said. "I want to pursue my education first before continuing my career," continue the girl, lying boldly.

The girl laughed at that. "Well it's great to have you back!" she said. "Can't believe we have a celebrity on our midst!"

Said girl let out an awkward laugh at that. The opening ceremony had just began and there's countless of eyes on her. She should've been used to this, all the prodding and curious stare that's being directed towards her way.

And yet, she can't help but hate the feeling.

She could almost feel all the judging look and the raised eyebrow. She doesn't know how many of them would belief her lie of deciding to pursue her education over her career but she hates it nonetheless.

Y/n wants to hide.

She first met him as they were assigned to sit together.

Before then, she had known who Shohei Ohtani is, considering his hulking height. The teen had stood out like a sore thumb during the new student orientation, towering every single student. Ema, who is considered tall in a Japanese standard, had to crane her head up to see his face.

Besides that, Y/n too, had heard the whispers about him.

Apparently, Ohtani-san is a really good baseball player. Like, really good. During his middle school days, it seems that he had set some kind of record that made many famous baseballs school wants to recruit him. The reason why Ohtani-san chose their school? Who knows. All they know is that the baseball club head coach had jumped in joy when he realized the potential that Ohtani-san has. While of course their school too boast an amazing baseball program, it can’t be compared to those from a big city like Tokyo or Hokkaido.

All in all, Y/n impression on his is that Ohtani-san is a really quiet guy.

While Ema is all about cheerful greetings and wide smile, Ohtani-san is all about prolonged silence and deep gaze. If the both of them are colors, Y/n would be a bright yellow while Ohtani-san will be a drab grey. Not too bright, and yet, he’s not that closed off from those around him.

Admittedly, they didn’t talk much. Y/n had tried to talk to him, several times in fact, but the answer had always been short and clipped. During class too, he had only ever passively followed along the lesson. Never tried to answer an open question or be the one to come in front to answer a problem.

The only time she had ever see him alive is when he’s playing baseball.

When the bell rings, Ohtani-san would be brightened considerably as he almost immediately shot past the door with his bag. Once, she had asked one of the baseball club members about it.

“He’s always been the first one on the field,” answer one of them. “And the last one to leave.”

Y/n hummed at that answer.

She had thought their relationship will always be like that. The amicable seatmates that don’t really talk much with each other but didn’t bother each other as well. That is, until the next seat rotation at the end of the semester.

“Oh,” said Y/n, arriving at her designated seat. “Ohtani-san, we’re together again,” she said with a smile.

Ohtani-san looked up from his phone screen before he’s scrambling to hide it from her point of view. He looked a bit embarrassed at that. “L/n-san,” he answered after managing to gather his bearings for a bit. “Yes, um…”

He trailed off at that, seemingly unsure on what to response. Y/n doesn’t really mind as she took her seat. The girl gave the male a polite smile before she reached out for her bag, taking a fashion magazine that she had brought today.

There’s a casting for this clothing brand model… Maybe Y/n could try that?

“-San,”

Or maybe should she audition as a voice actor? But she thinks it will be hard to transition back to a singer if she does that.

“-n-san,”

She really doesn’t want to give up her dream to become a celebrity though. Should she try online auditions? Like in South Korea or-

“L/n-san,” called out Ohtani-san, catching her attention. They had been sitting silently for almost 10 minutes at this point, waiting for the morning bell to ring. Y/n never thought that the baseball player will strike up a conversation with her.

“Hm?” she answered with a smile on her face, a bit distracted, looking away from the magazine in front of her. “What’s up?”

He looks hesitant at first, opening and closing his mouth afterwards before he thrusted his phone towards her. It’s a recording of a baseball game.

“I… I was watching a game last night,” he started before pressing the video to play. In it, someone is doing the first pitch. “I was wondering if this was… really you?”

She stared at the phone screen in front of her. Dark eyes staring at the girl who’s doing the ceremonial first pitch with her long dark hair half hidden with the team’s cap.

It’s her. Y/n knows it’s her.

After all, that instance had been one of the highest peaks of her career. One of the baseball teams, the tigers, had asked her to throw the first pitch on one of their home games. Truthfully, considering her popularity, the only reason that she had gotten that gig was because the general manager of the team is her company’s ceo cousin. Back then, when it was her that’s going to throw the first pitch, no one knows who Suzuki Y/n was.

The cheers were minimal, but Y/n doesn’t really care. After all, it’s an honor for her to do that.

No matter how her feeling is towards baseball – or, like, MLB – baseball is, the number one sport in Japan. For a failed celebrity like Y/n, to be able to throw the first pitch in one of the first-class team league in Japan is a sign of success.

Considering how much of a baseball geek Ohtani-san is, she really should’ve expected him to realize her job.

Answering him, she let out a large grin. “Yeah, it’s me,” she answered, leaning forward towards the desk. “Really cool right?”

Ohtani-san flushed before he nodded his head. “… Yeah,” he let out. “I didn’t know you’re… famous.”

“Not many knows that” she let out a chuckle. “I’m a bit of a failed idol, you know.”

The other teen furrowed his brows. “That can’t be it,” he said, tilting his head. “You did the first pitch for the Tigers.”

“Eh, it’s all about nepotism, Ohtani-san.”

He still doesn’t look unconvinced.

“… I searched for your videos,” said the baseball player after a while. “Last night, to make sure that it’s really you.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at that. “You did?”

Ohtani-san nodded his head. “Yeah,” he let out before showing his phone screen towards her. It was one of her music video. The most recent one actually. “And, um… you were amazing. I really thought that you’re a famous star when I watched you perform.”

That- that warms here. Unexpectedly.

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes," replied the male without missing a beat. "I thought that it's amazing that you can perform like that despite so many eyes staring at you! I- um, I'm a nervous person naturally... so I really won't know what I should do if I were on your position."

She had heard people praises her performance many times. That if only she didn’t debut under such a small company, she would’ve been a star in the industry. Usually, she would’ve responded those praises with her automatic smile. Thanking them for the praise before humbling herself down.

Usually, such praise won’t make her heart skipped a beat.

Maybe it’s the sincere look on his eyes, or how he sounds as If he’s utterly convinced at that statement. She doesn’t really know. All she knows that simple praise opens up the gate of friendship between the two of them.

“Thank you,” she said, letting out a huge smile. “That really means a lot.”

Ohtani-san let out a smile at that too.

"Though, don't you have many people watching your baseball games?" asked the girl.

The male's cheeks warmed a bit at that. "Uh- um... if it's during games I would be too focused at the game itself so I won't notice anything besides it."

"I see," said the female. “So, who’s your favorite player at the tigers cause I got a lot of autographs from them-“

After that, Ohtani-san became Ohtani-kun. And Ohtani-kun, became simply Shohei.

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artzee-bee · 1 year

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Forever my love | Adrien Agreste x reader

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Requested by @oyasumimosura

Summary: friends to strangers to lovers with a no-so-happy ending

Genre: some fluff, angst

Warnings: canon typical violence (maybe tuned up a notch tho), death

A/N: my google doc for this piece is 10 pages long and it’s went through at least 4 alternate endings before getting here. I got this request months ago and have been working on it since, whenever I can. I hope this is alright because it’s been a journey...

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There was no ‘first memory’ with you. Not one that would come to Adrien’s mind anyways. It felt like you had simply always been in his life. The only thing he remembered was you and your mother, entering the Agreste mansion as if it was your own, almost every Sunday. His mom would welcome both of you with wide arms and offer you tea, and biscuits, which you would snuck to Adrien’s room. Your favorite have always been the ones with strawberry jam filling.

And then you’d play for hours! Building fortresses out of chairs and pillows, racing toy cars around the room, saving plush animals from the imminent danger of Adrien’s rocketship and so on. Not a single moment spent with you felt boring! Your presence was addictive, the joy, the excitement you brought with yourself every time was something Adrien couldn’t understand at the time but now, as an adult looking back, he could easily recognise it as love.

But the world has its own way of never quite letting you be happy enough. The memory of your last playdate, as well as the day his parents told him you were moving away, were very hazy and unclear. For years he refused to revisit them, the sorrow too great for his young, immature self to know how to handle. Now, there was only one sentence he could remember you saying, clear as day. One promise that gave him more hope than he could put in words. “We’ll keep in touch”.

You exchanged letters the whole time you were away!! Of course, they could never be a substitute for the time spent together but Adrien learned to appreciate them deeply. He took his time responding to each of them and always nervously awaited your response. Years went on like that! Every summer you’d promise to visit and every time Adrien would have the displeasure of having to read, in your flawless and delicate handwriting, that your parents canceled the trip for whatever reason.

Eventually, he decided it was best to move on. In the time you had been gone many things changed: he grew up, got big in the fashion industry, started school, became the new black cat miraculous holder, made friends! His life became overwhelmingly busy and the precious memories you made together faded away without notice. He found joy in other things and in his new friends! Your letters no longer brought the excitement they once did and consequently, he always postponed replying until eventually, it all stopped.

Much to Adrien’s shock, almost exactly a year after losing contact, he saw you! He had been transformed at the time, having just finished defeating an akuma when he saw you exiting a coffee shop down the street. He couldn’t believe his eyes and had it not been for the alarming beeping of his miraculous, he probably would have stayed petrified on top of that roof much longer. Once detransformed, he tried to go looking for you but to no avail.

It wasn’t until a week later that he finally got to talk to you again. Natalie reached out to your family and arranged for you two to meet. That Friday afternoon, you had lunch at a pizza place that you didn’t recognise. He looked the same. Same innocent glimmer in his eyes and ecstatic voice. It almost weirded you out how much it seemed this boy never changed. But of course, you weren’t right. Many things have changed.

Adrien tried his best to be open and friendly. To him, it felt like no time had passed at all, but you were so quiet and shy. A subtle frown was visible on your face from the moment you arrived and you barely looked him in the eyes. The air around you felt thick with discomfort, which was extremely frustrating to Adrien. He wanted to ask what’s wrong but found it so difficult to speak his mind until, eventually, you opened up yourself.

“Why did you stop writing?” your voice didn’t betray any feeling of anger or sadness and yet, Adrien was instantly washed over with guilt

“I’m sorry. I wanted to but…”

“Was I not worth it?”

“What?” Adrien couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, but you were just as still and cold as before

“Because, you see, when we were kids you were one of the most important people in my life. You were my best friend and I honestly thought we would never ever be apart! No one could ever break us up! And I put everything I had into not losing that, convinced that you’d do the same for me! Because your friendship was worth more to me than any number of kilometers between us!” your words fell out quickly and stung him “Was I not worth fighting for, Adrien?”

He didn’t know what to say! He wanted to tell you he was just stupid and made a grave mistake. That you were more than worth it, but the words were stuck in his throat.

You didn’t speak after that. Adrien was heartbroken but figured you were already so mad at him, it would only make it worse if he kept pestering you on.

Eventually, one night, after patrol, he saw you! It was already way after dark and you were just strolling down the street all alone. A sense of anxiety overtook him and he knew he couldn’t go home just yet

“Good evening pretty lady!” he greeted you, full of glee. “The streets can get pretty nasty this late at night, y’know? Hope you don’t mind if this street cat walks alongside you for a while.”

“Hello Chat Noir!” your voice was so smooth and warm “ I’d really love that. I was actually quite uncomfortable walking alone.” “Well then, fear not!The bravest and strongest hero in all of Paris is right here at your service! Did I also mention the most charming?” you giggled to his silliness

Adrien was ecstatic to get to talk to you again, like old times. He finally felt like he got his friend back! He didn’t even realize how big of a hole your absence had left in his life. After that night, he would accompany you everyday on your evening walks and, soon enough, you began hanging out at your house. Oftentimes he would knock on your bedroom window shortly after you got home from school and more often than not, he would spend hours at your place. You did almost everything together from playing video games to watching movies, cooking, gossiping. He would tell you all the fun stories he had with Ladybug from their patrols and would blush a little when you began laughing uncontrollably. It was just too cute.

With all this joy, still there was an ounce of pain at the idea that you didn’t know who you were really talking to. Almost every time you called him Chat, his heart would sting a little. He liked being Chat Noir. He loved it even. With you however, it just felt like one big lie he could do nothing about. He wanted you to look at him and see the boy from all those years ago. To look at him and call him by his name. To rejoice in old memories, instead of him having to pretend he hears the story for the first time. Adrien couldn’t help but feel like he was betraying you by simply being here, knowing how mad you were with his civilian self. When those thoughts got to him, he felt more alone than ever, but you almost always picked up on it

“What’s wrong?” you would ask and the sweetness of your voice ran like ice down his body. You would not be this kind if you knew

“Absolutely nothing, I am doing wonderful” he’d say through gritted teeth

“Sit down and talk to me!”

“I can’t. It’s personal” which you knew really meant “It would put my identity in danger”

So you would shut up. You’d make tea or let him have the last cookie as a sign of solidarity. To let him know you still cared. Sometimes he would ask you for hugs, which you would indulge him in. You’d wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight to your chest, trying to convey all the love and care you had for him in that one gesture. Almost always, the hero would melt into your embrace as if he’d never been held before. His head would rest on your shoulder and his blonde locks tickled your neck and cheek.

Confessing to you was the biggest risk he ever took, which meant a lot considering his occupation. It happened after yet another game of cards lost by Chat. It had been what felt like his 15th loss of the night and in a futile attempt to protect his remaining dignity, he slipped

“You’re only winning cause I love you too much to let you lose!” the cocky attitude dropped instantly as he processed his choice of words. You were just looking at him, a little quizzingly, unsure if you heard him right.

“Do you mean that?”

“I do”

The brightest smile overtook your features instantly “Good. I love you too!”

It was difficult for a long time. The secret identity issue became even greater with the new level of intimacy that was expected with the start of a romantic relationship. On top of that, Adrien was pretty clueless. You were his first girlfriend, the first girl he ever fell in love with, the pressure was high. He wanted to be the best boyfriend there was! He brought you many gifts, big and small. He spent as much time with you as he could, he always told you just how much you actually meant to him. The blush on your cheeks and the witty comebacks made him melt through his seat every time and with every happy memory he made with you came the unmistakable pain of never really being completely honest with you. On one of your sleepovers, the feelings were overwhelming Chat more than he thought was possible

“What’s going on Chat?”

“Nothing darling. Just tired”

“Come on, you know you can’t fool me! You’ve been quiet all night, it’s really unlike you”

Adrien’s mind went empty when you sat on the floor in front of him, lightly running your fingers over his leather clad ones. The trust and love in your eyes was so mesmerizing. No one had ever looked at him like that and for a split second he imagined your reaction if you knew who he was. He wondered if you’d kick him out. Break up with him here and now and never want anything to do with him ever again. He imagined the anger in your voice, the betrayal. And then, he considered, briefly, a different option. A scenario in which you’d hug him tight and kiss the top of his head, and there’d be no more lies. No more secrets, no more of these impossible feelings that were tormenting him. That smile, that bliss, engulfed his mind and he felt powerless in the face of hope.

“I’m sorry” he said weakly

“For what?” and before he could think for another second, talk himself out or consider the consequences of his actions, he did the only thing he felt was logical

“Plagg, claws in”

When the green light vanished and Adrien found himself back in his normal clothes, he didn’t muster to look at your face

“Chat, what are you doing?” finally, he glanced up, only to find you curled up on the ground, with your hands over your eyes. You hadn’t seen him

“It’s ok.”

“You detransformed?”

“Yes…”

“Chat you can’t do that.”

“I want you to see me” he tried to sound confident, but it came out almost as a plea.

“What about Ladybug?”

“I’ll deal with her later. It’s ok. I swear”

“Chat…”

“Please”

Adriean reached out to pull your hands away from your face, but your eyes were still closed

“Chat?”

“Yes?”

“Before I look, I want you to know that I love you regardless of who you are. If you’re doing this because you think I can’t love you fully without knowing your identity, if you’re doing this for me, please know that this won’t change anything. I want you to be comfortable with this, ok?” Adrien blushed, feeling tears well up in his eyes

“I want to do this” he kissed your knuckles “if that’s ok with you”

Slowly, you opened your eyes and Adrien felt his heart beating out of his chest. Your face went soft and your eyes welled up with tears and you looked at eachother. You couldn’t muster a word and neither could he. He took this as you being disappointed and let go of your hand, only for you to grab it once more, much harder than before. Finally, tears came rolling down your cheeks, as you whispered a simple “I love you”

That night, neither of you could stop crying. The liberation of all secrets and all lies felt divine and finally, Adrien felt like he was 100% safe for the first time in his life.

Many things changed after that. Adrien got a serious scolding from Ladybug, since he couldn’t lie to her about what he’s done. She wasn’t as mad as he expected her to be, so in the end it was all worth it when you began showing up to the Agreste mansion to hang out. It was hard for Adrien to find time to spend with her during the day but Natalie was always so understanding of their relationship and tried her best to squeeze in an hour or two here and there for you! Now, Adrien could hold your hand and take you to his photoshoots. You facetimed more often and it finally felt like you got the relationship you were always meant to have.

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Paris looked beautiful from the top of the Eiffel tower. Chat took you here many times before. It felt so romantic being up there with your best friend, the boy of your dreams! You felt so powerful looking down at all the lights and cars passing by and at the same time so protected by his tight grip around your waist. Nothing could hurt you if he was there, with or without the costume! But the arms holding you now were much slimmer and much less concerned with your safety. You knew you shouldn’t look down from the edge you were standing on but it was so hard not to. Lila was manic next to you, laughing and shouting about her imminent victory, taunting the two superheroes that were struggling to catch up.The tiny robots Lila could control with her powers had kept Ladybug and Chat Noir busy for just enough time to allow the akumatized girl to take you with her, away from the scene and up here.

“Be careful with what you do next Ladybug, otherwise the girl gets it!” the taunting manner in which she spoke felt hardly like Lila. You never found her to be a particularly pleasant person to be around but the malice with which she spoke now was so unusual!

She kicked your shin, making one of your legs drop off the edge. Had it not been for her holding onto your forearm, you would have dropped. You could see Ladybug and Chat approaching but they were so far away and it felt like they were moving so slowly. A cry ripped through your chest as you hung there, your life in the hands of this girl you couldn’t even recognise anymore.You were trying to pull yourself back on the ledge with your other foot before she kicked that one too, swinging you in the air by your arm.

“Oh oh, but you’re so far away little Bug? Whatever are you gonna do if my hand …slips?” she let go with a chuckle.

Chat couldn’t see anything around him anymore, all he saw was your helpless body falling from the sky! He screamed your name but he was still so far! Ladybug threw her yoyo, trying to form a net below you, but the speed at which you were falling was much greater than anybody expected. You fell right through the net, breaking it to pieces and hit the ground with a hard thud. Chat screamed, Ladybug was speechless, all the while Lila was laughing on her way down!

“Chat, get her! I’ll handle Lila!”

That’s all it took. Chat was looking down at your unconscious form before he knew it. You were so bloody and so limp in his arms.

“Don’t!” you whispered when he tried to pick you up

“It’s not safe for you here, I need to hide you away!” he almost screamed, too relieved to see you alive to be able to control himself

“It’s over Chat!”

“Don’t talk like that! You will be ok! I will make you ok!”

“I’m tired…”

“No, don’t do it! Focus on me, focus on my voice! Can you see me?”

“You have to protect the people…”

“You are the only one I have to protect! I’m sorry I wasn’t there to catch you, I’m sorry! Please! Please let me protect you!” tears were streaming down his face and he found himself thinking that he would sell his soul to switch places with you

“Chat, I love you” you said through your own tears

“Don’t say goodbye!”

“I’m not”

“I love you Y/N! I love you so much, please don’t leave me alone! I can still save you!” he laid his head on your chest, not believing his own words

“I’ll always love you Adrian!” you whispered in his ear, kissing his temple with the last of your powers

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“You need to hurry up, Adrian needs to be at a press conference across town in one hour and we’re already behind schedule because of you!”

“Nathalie, stop that! Everyone is doing their best here.”

“This photoshoot was supposed to be over already!”

“Maybe you should go have some water while you wait, yeah?” Adrien was trying to be nice but he felt really bad about the way Nathalie was speaking to the makeup artist. He knew they were very busy and Nath was under a great deal of stress but still, he felt it wasn’t fair to the girls working hard to get him ready.

“I’m sorry about that! She’s a lovely person, it’s just the last couple of days have been really hard for her”

“Oh, it’s alright, sir. Trust me I’ve seen much worse before” the young girl replied “Plus, I would imagine that making the switch to become a full time model would bring on a lot more responsibilities on her side.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Adrien chuckled. “If you would have told me last year, when I was still in school, that my schedule would be even more packed as a graduate, I would have probably given up modeling then and there. Now I just deal with it.”

Adrien observed himself in the mirror, thinking back to his high school days. He tried to remember what he looked like, although that was very difficult. He knew his hair was much longer now, reaching just below his chin. He thought his face was a bit slimmer and many people told him he put on a healthy amount of muscle in the last couple of months, but he was still himself, just 20.

“If you don’t mind sir, we need the first couple of buttons of your shirt undone for the next set. I will add a little contour to the collarbones and then we’re done”

Said and done, with the first few buttons open he looked even more manly than before.

“Um, I think we should take the necklace off if you don’t mind…”

Eyes shot down to his chest, where a tiny silver ring on a chain hung, barely glistening in the lights around.

“Yes, that’s alright” he said, although he never liked taking it off. There was always a worry in the back of his hand about misplacing it or something and the thought was simply unbearable, but he understood.

“That’s a very beautiful piece of jewelry”

“Thank you!” he looked down at the ring twirling it between his fingers. It was so simple, he wasn’t used to receiving compliments on it, even from the select few that got to see it. A simple golden band with a round diamond in the middle. It was so small for him, he could never get it more than halfway down his ring finger. “It belonged to somebody I cared a lot about.” He remembered how hard he worked to get your ring size, all those years ago. It was difficult to do it behind your back, since you had always been so good at reading his body language, you always knew when he was up to something. He remembered all those nights spent on the internet, looking for the perfect ring for you! He knew it needed to be simple but sometimes it was so hard to talk himself out of buying one of the big and glamorous ones. He just wanted to spoil you rotten and if he didn’t take the chance to do that when he was buying your engagement ring, then when would he? Finally, after weeks, he finally found this one and fell in love. It was perfect for you and you were gonna love it. The day it arrived was one of the most exciting times he experienced in the last decade, he could still feel his heart pumping now, at the memory.

“They can’t wear it anymore so I just keep it!” in fact, you had never even gotten the chance to try it on, but those details don’t need to be shared. Still, thinking about the incident, taking place only 2 weeks after he got the ring, hurts him to no end. He was planning the perfect engagement, a grand romantic gesture to make all your dreams come true but now he felt sorrow and regret, wishing he would have simply ran to your door the same day that package was delivered to ask you. At least then you would have known, you would have had the chance to say yes.

“I’m sure they were an incredible person” Adrien only nodded to that “Well, you’re all done, you can head to the set now”

“Thank you, I’ll just drop this off to Nathalie and go”

The pain of not having you around would never go away, Adian had accepted that as a fact! You would always be there for any anniversary or birthday, achievement or simply on lazy days when his mind would wonder. Nothing made the sting of not being able to hold your hand go away but at least the ring, your ring, would comfort him in those moments.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fanfic #mlb x reader #mlb headcanons #adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #adrien agreste imagine #adrien agreste angst #adrien agreste headcanons #adrien agreste fluff #chat noir #chat noir imagine #chat noir x reader #chat noir angst #chat noir fluff

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junnmoon · 1 month

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mlb gc pt.2??

check out pt.1 !

(maripoo=marinette ,alya da coolest=alya, speakup=adrien, lukipoo=luka, ninotron=nino,and yn)

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i’ve upped my game w a texting app it kinda eats idk. also i made yn and mari neighbors bc why not also adrien is a drama queen :3

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bellzsad · 8 months

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here are some miraculous fanfics on wattpad that i absolutely ADORE:

Dearly Despised, (I love you) by @snacc-noir

Thorns of Roses by @dkrosi (or the comic version, which is linked here)

Always, Marinette by @evertea

Back To Us by @Waffles4life00 (the original is on Ao3 by @DarkReyna16, but here's the Wattpad version!!)

if anyone wants some more reccomendations, i have a lot more!

dont forget to check out my Wattpad @belIzsad

#miraculous #ladynoir #miraculous ladybug #ladrien #mlb #chatnoir #ladybug #marichat #adrienette #ml #miraculous fanfic #mlb fanfic #miraculous writing #miraculous lb #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #marinette dupain cheng #cat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang

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luvendiary · 2 years

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The Language of Flowers

Adrien Agreste x Couffaine!Reader

summary: you work at a flower shop, and one particular day an ex classmate of yours / model / superstar comes to visit with a strange request.

a/n: i've been in a weir place with my writing lately, so i'm not convinced with the execution of this one. the concept is nice tho. as always tell me what you think and also let me know if you'd like to turn this into a series of sorts.

Paris woke you up with the sound of honking cars and screams.

‘Another akumatized villain’ you thought to yourself.

You groan and roll over in your bed before reaching out to your phone and check the time. Three minutes left of sleep before your alarm was supposed to go off.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes, no point in trying to sleep now.

After taking a shower and dressing yourself up, you walked downstairs to get some breakfast.

“Morning mom,” you said as you gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“How’d you sleep honey?” your mom asked.

“Fine,” you mumbled groggily as you slumped your head onto the table.

You heard her chuckle in response, but she didn’t ask anything else.

“Morning,” another voice intervened.

You couldn’t muster a reply, so instead you groaned once again.

“It’s great to see you too (Y/N)”, your brother said, “are you ready for your shift?”

“No.”

“I’m leaving in ten minutes,” Luca said as he sat in front of you, “If you want me to take you, be ready by then.”

“Mhm,” you replied as you bit into a jam toast.

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“Shit, shit, shit,” you cursed as you trotted through the streets of Paris. Thinking back on it, you regretted not having taken your brother up on his offer, since you were now late. Although those few more minutes of sleep were sort of worth it.

After some minutes you finally saw the front of the small flower shop you worked at, and with your head hung low you quickly walked in, where your coworker, Julia, was already arranging a bouquet for the window display.

“I know! I’m late,” you said while treading to the back of the shop were you hung your stuff and put your apron on.

“I’ll forgive you, if you take client duty,” she said without lifting her view from the flowers i front of her.

You groaned, but agreed nevertheless. Client duty was what you called the part of actually talking to the people that came in, instead of the fun part, aka making bouquets and display arrangements.

Just as if on time, the front bell rang, and your eyes snapped to the door. However, it wasn’t exactly a client.

“Hi Luca,” you said as your smile dropped.

“Oh, you made it on time,” he said with a chuckle.

“Not exactly,” Julia interrupted as she came up with a beautiful bouquet of white roses and gave it to him.

“Here, a flower in exchange for a smile,” he said as he took out one of the roses and offered it to you.

You, in exchange, bared your teeth to him and wrinkled your nose in a mocking way.

“Here’s the address, and be careful with those,” your coworker said as she gave Luca a piece of paper.

“I always am,” he responded before walking out of the door.

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“No!” you shrieked as you were splashed with water. Your hair had come loose from the ponytail you had tied it on, and it was getting into your eyes as your coworker sprayed you with an atomizer.

However, despite your pleas, she didn’t stop, so in defence, you grabbed a handful of uncut black roses and hit her with them.

“Shit!” she quietly cursed in between laughter.

Your brawl was interrupted by the sound of the front door once again.

“We’re not done yet,” you said pointing the flowers menacingly towards your colleague, to which she laughed in response and signaled you to get out.

“Welcome, what can I help you wi-” you started saying as you cleaned your apron, however as you looked up towards your client you were surprised to see the one and only Adrien Agreste.

You had gone to school with Adrien, and you used to have a small crush on him, however you never got the courage to talk to him. Now you just knew him as the perfume guy.

“(Y/N)?” he asked with a smile. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Uh yes, that’s me,” you replied with a nervous hint of laughter while you rocked on your heels. “You’re Adrien Agreste, right?”

“Yes, we went to school together, remember?”

“Yes, I do remember. You were friends with my brother.”

“Still am, I never see you around though.”

“Really? I feel like I see you in every corner,” you joked as the commercials of his perfume came to mind.

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

“Uh, anyway, what can I help you with?”

“Right, this might come off as a weird request, but how do I say ‘please leave me alone’ with flowers.”

You laughed and put down the black roses you were still holding on to on a nearby table, “Well, orange lilies might do the trick, as well as yellow carnations.” As you named the flowers you picked them up as well as some paper to wrap them up. “Are you having a lovers quarrel? How’s Kagami by the way?”

He chuckled, “Not exactly… it’s more of a diplomacy thing. I have to be polite, but if I must then I’d like a small win. And, well… Kagami and I broke up a while ago.”

That made you stop in your tracks, how could you be so unprofessional? “Oh- I’m so sorry.. It wasn’t my place to ask.”

“It’s quite alright, she and I are still friends. We just realized we didn’t like each other that way, it was more of our parent’s pressure on us,” Adrien reassured while admiring one of the arrangements that were on display. “How about these? They are really pretty.”

You glanced towards the flowers he was looking at and shook your head with a small giggle, “I think those are not what you’re looking for. Tulips are beautiful, they are my favorite flower, but they’re more of an ‘i miss you’ or even a ‘thinking about you’ sort of flower.”

He paused for a second before nodding, “Right, let’s stay clear of those for now.”

When you finished arranging his bouquet you took it up to the counter, “That’ll be thirty euros.”

Adrien took out his wallet and offered you a fifty note, and you immediately went to give him his change, but he interrupted you before you could. “Keep it. It was nice seeing you again. I hope to see you around, yes?”

You blushed and tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear, “Y-yea! Sure. It was nice seeing you too.”

He offered you one last smile before walking out of the door, leaving you - a semi flustered mess - behind.

“Was that the perfume guy?” Julia asked as she peaked out from the backroom.

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Akuma attacks weren’t a weird happening in the city of Paris, however it wasn’t exactly expected the be caught in the way of one while on your way to work.

You stood paralysed as you saw a car hurled your way, if your mind was working to a certain amount, you would’ve maybe said a final prayer and hope that the end of your life was painless; however, the only thing you managed to do was close your eyes and try to shield your face. Weirdly enough, the pain never came. You opened your eyes and was met with the not-so-unexpected sight of Chat Noir. He was holding on to the car that had been flying towards you a moment earlier.

“Thank yo-”

“Watch out!” he said and in a quick gesture took you by the waist and carried you away with his staff.

The air was knocked out your lungs and you held on tightly to the hero. You could feel his muscles working beneath his suit as he held on to his staff. When he deemed you a safe distance away, he put you down, and before you could say something he spoke.

“You work at the flower shop, right?”

You were left speechless for a short moment. It was such a weird thought that Chat Noir might have seen you, and even bought from your flower shop in his civilian form.

“Uh-yes. I do.”

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but a crash far away, that came from the battle caught his attention. “Right, I have to go. Be careful next time m’lady, and don’t be afraid to catcall me if you need anything,” he said with a wink as he took your hand and kissed it.

You rolled your eyes playfully and smirked at him. “Thank you chaton. I’ll keep you in mind.”

“I sure hope so.”

When you finally arrived to work you saw Julia attending a lady from the cashier. You gave her an apologetic look and immediately walked to the back. A few seconds later, you heard the front bell ring, signaling that the lady had exited the shop, and sure enough she peered inside the backroom with a glare.

“I swear this time it wasn’t my fault.”

“Mhm, of course it isn’t.”

“An akumatized villain threw a car at me!”

“And Ladybug saved you, am I right?”

“Actually, Chat Noir did.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re here now.”

You laughed and set up your working space, before starting to work on the delivery arrangements your brother was supposed to deliver tomorrow.

The day went by in a blur, and it passed amongst clients, deliveries and random conversations with Julia.

“I’m heading out (Y/N)! You can close by yourself tonight, right?”

“Of course, enjoy your date! You have to tell me how everything goes, ok?”

“I’ll make no promises!” she called out before leaving.

As you were closing, something caught your eye. A red bouquet of flowers sat on the check-out desk, you didn’t remember placing it there, or using any red flowers today for that matter. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and upon clear inspection you realized it was a beautiful bouquet of red tulips. You gasped softly and went up to it, there was a note attached to it that simply read: ‘Thinking of you.’

Your cheeks tinted red and you glanced over your shoulder, before gently pressing the flowers to your nose. You smiled to yourself and started your walk home in a happy bliss.

#chat noir #mlb #mlb fanfic #miraculous ladybug #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste #luca couffaine #adrien agreste x reader #adrien x reader #akuma

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kandy-proyect · 1 year

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A little bit of Felinette doesn't hurt hehe

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous comic #miraculousladybug #miraculous fanart #mlb fanfic #mlb au #mlb adrinette #mlb marichat #mlb marinette #mlb Adrien #mlb felix #mlb felinette #felinette #adrinette #marichat #ToH AU

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faeirtopia · 4 months

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ʚɞ ; “look at what you’ve done to me.”

pairing! boyfriend!shohei x fem!reader (+18)

warnings! mentions of sex, cursing, shohei is a bit angry and rough, lots of teasing, pet names, praising, speak of multiple rounds, mentions of thigh riding, his mood changes suddenly.

synopsis! you thought it would be a great idea to participate in ‘no nut november’ with shohei.

a sigh left your pink glossed over lips the moment you stepped inside your home, waiting to be greeted by your boyfriend shohei but instead it was a very happy and playful decoy. taking off your shoes and quickly crouching to the smaller dog’s height to show him the obvious love and attention he had been craving. with one final kiss to the dogs head you stood and walked over to the kitchen placing down the bag you carried with you everyday to work or school, grabbing a water from the fridge and taking a few gulps before heading upstairs to find the large man you missed the most; shohei. upon reaching the bedroom door you opened it and looked around, eyebrows furrowing noticing that he wasn’t anywhere to be found until you seen the bathroom door closed. “shohei? you never close the–”

the shock in your voice was quite noticeable, of course it was and it had only embarrassed you more. even after being with shohei for almost two years now the sight of his almost nude form never stopped you from becoming a flustered and embarrassed mess. the smirk on his lips each time indicating that he just loved your reaction and the grip he had on you. the towel loosely hanging around his waist leaving too much room for your own imagination. “I’m so happy you’re home baby, I missed you so much.” shohei’s tone was laced with rasp with sleep and with those words his large body engulfed your much shorter one. the side of your face colliding with his large and semi wet chest from the shower and you swore you’d just burst at any moment now. “I missed you too sho.” speaking quietly.

shohei’s large hand reached up to cradle your face and he leaned down to your height to press a few soft kisses to your lips. “why don’t we get ready for bed, hm? I thought about you all day baby. I need you.” hearing just how shaky his voice was, you knew how desperate he was for you. the both of you had been busy all day with him at practice and you doing your own thing for work or school. although you had a much different idea and that idea involved seeing just how long the both of you could go without touching one another. your own hands reaching up to pull his away from your face, you shook your head and watched his expression quickly change. “I have a different idea, sho.. is that okay? I thought maybe we could see how long we could go without sex or touching each other.”

“what’s all this about?” he questioned, not fully understanding such a weird request since he’s never heard of such a thing before. studying his expression as your breathes quickened upon seeing his frown. “it’s a challenge shohei and I know how much you like desire those.” the word ‘challenge’ had caught his attention and he quickly agreed which only shocked you a bit more, his hands were then removed from your body and he turned on his heel to walk back into the bathroom. the sudden agreement and movement caught you off guard but you decided to not say a word and let this continue the way that it was going so far.

weeks of pure agony had passed for both you and shohei, your constant teasing was only making it harder for him. you had to admit that you were pretty proud of yourself for being much stronger than him during this time. you stood in the kitchen and turned your head to look over at your boyfriend who had been laid back against the couch for the longest time now, hands in his pants while he stared at you. “dinner is almost ready baby, are you hungry?” you asked, completely ignoring the staring he had been doing while his hands continued doing whatever it was in his pants. that only annoyed him more and what was the most annoying was the small pajama shorts you just had to wear while making dinner. his eyes roamed taking in the perfect shape and curve of your body and ass he so badly wanted to touch like he usually did.

every time you bent over to grab a new pan for another side dish, or the way you swayed your hips while walking to each side of the kitchen for something you needed was killing him. his hardened member only bothered him more and that’s when he decided to take matters into his own hands and pleasure himself right in front of you, if you could tease him he’d tease you right back. happily stirring the noodles occasionally and plating the rice you both enjoyed, the familiar sound of shohei’s soft but deep groan stopped you from continuing. your head quickly snapping to look over at him and that’s when you seen the sight you missed oh so badly. his head was thrown back against the soft cushion of the couch, sideburns stuck to the side of his face from the light coating of sweat, lips parted for those pretty moans and groans of his to escape, legs spread while his chest heaved up and down from his heavy breathing from the pleasure.

the sound of the water boiling snapped you out of the daze you had been in and you quickly turned to grab the pot from the burner, “dammit.” you cursed, the meal had been ruined. shohei laughed at the event that just took place and you now avoided all eye contact with the larger male who sat there watching you. “poor angel, do you need help? maybe if you come over here and sit on my thigh like a good girl I’ll come help you.” and with those words you simply shook your head, knowing that would only make things worse for you. the game needed to continue and you weren’t going to give in so easily like this. there were only a few days left of the month! there’s no giving up now. continuing to redo dinner and tease him at the same time only angered him, yes now shohei was a bit angry. usually after days of practice with no break he needed you the most and not being able to have that this entire month was slowly driving him to insanity.

shohei also wanted to win this game even though he was growing extremely frustrated and desperate. his large hand continued moving up and down his member as his eyes kept on you and your body. his moans, groans, whimpers, and gasping was only getting louder and it was the perfect distraction for you which is why he was doing it. only looking a few extra times and trying your absolute hardest to keep the focus on dinner and quickly finishing so he would stop made you sigh out in almost defeat. knowing he wouldn’t stop until you finally had enough and crawled over to him. “I’m gonna cum.” he moaned, his voice was raspy like it had been the day you got home and he had just finished with his shower. it was the same desperate tone that you loved hearing so much from him. you slammed the bowl that had been in your hands down on the counter and walked over towards him, staring down at his pathetic form. “please baby, kiss me so I can c-” he stopped upon seeing you shake your head which had only shocked him more. shohei quickly stood from his current sitting position on the couch and looked down at you, his intense stare causing a pool of wetness to form in your panties.

“I’ve had enough of this shit game! I’m tired of you teasing me the way you have been. I need you. I want you. we’ve gone this whole month without sex and it’s almost over let’s just quit the game and give in. please? I need you so fucking bad it’s so unfair right now.” his large hands found your waist and pulled you into his chest, now able to feel the very prominent bulge in his sweatpants. “feel that, hm? look at what you’ve done to me. I need you so badly. please sweetheart..” the desperation in his voice only made your knees weak, his eyes dark from lust. smaller hands pressing against his chest and pushing him back against the couch, you crawled on his lap straddling his thick thigh. “what baby? gonna ride my thigh like you love doing so much.” you almost moaned at his words and that’s when you realized he had did it. he pulled you into his trap so perfect because you had such trouble saying no to him. “we only had a few days left sho..” he rolled his eyes at the sound of your voice, trying to sound sweet and upset by the fact that the little game was now going to be over without any winners. the sudden grip upon your waist made you gasp out and he sat only centimeters away from your face, “the game ends now and I’m going to fuck you for the rest of the night like you deserve, understand? I’ve waited long enough. let’s just say the game ends fairly now. I miss you and your warmth.” you’d never seen shohei so desperate before and that itself indicates that you had won the game already. wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, you finally gave in and nodded your head. “that’s my good girl.” shohei praised before wrapping your legs around his waist and standing from the couch taking the both of you to your shared bedroom, quickly needing to prepare for the very long night ahead of you.

#shohei ohtani #shobae #imagines #fanfic #baseball #mlb fanfic #mlb imagines #mlb american league #mlb fandom #mlb #writers on tumblr #writing #smut

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