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Why am I racing
To get myself back?

The Signs As Shit My Teamates Have Said/Done

Aries: *is a pitcher* *hits two batters in one inning* “lmao oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

Taurus: *starts singing the national anthem with a really heavy/twangy country voice* “fuck this softball shit im changing my career path”

Gemini: *is the captain* *asked what the team was wearing the next day* “im wearing a bikini do whatever the fuck you want”

Cancer: *the center fielder, shouting to the one in right* “hey heads up, coming your way. just kidding. i have no idea who’s up and what they’ve done.”

Leo: *found out at out last practice before our biggest tourney she was playing second* *whispers fearfully “i haven’t fielded a ground ball in more than two years”

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Title: Past The Point Of No Return

Pairing: Marinette/ Adrien

Syn: For reasons yet unknown to him, Adrien has made a promise to Marinette that he cannot keep. At this point, he realizes, it’s go big or go home.

Adrien’s breath was frozen in his lungs.

Dear god, what had he done.



Adrien, what’s up?

“I’ve got. A problem.”

Spill it, man.”

His mouth tightened into a straight line; his hands began to clam up.

“So, you know Marinette?”

Nino laughed. “Uh, yeah? The girl who sits right behind us in class? The one I used to have a crush on? The one I’m pretty sure you-

“Okay, shut up, I get it. Now. Alright. She texted me, just now.”


“No.” Adrien’s voice was quite shrill, a sharp contrast from its usual relaxed quality. “Not nice, at all. Dude, she asked me if I knew Swedish, and I said yeah.”

You know Swedish?”


Then why the hell did you tell her you do?

I don’t know!! And now she wants me to tutor her, and I have no idea what to do!”

And you called me because….

“Because I’m freaking out, man! Save me!”

You’re beyond saving, dude. Sorry.”

“Well- wait. Do you happen to…”

No. I don’t know Swedish. Try again, dude.”

“Damn.” He stared at his hands, brow furrowed in thought, but for the life of him, he couldn’t come up with anything useful. He wasn’t getting out of this one. Damn, indeed.


His head snapped up. “Well?”

You could always just make out with her. I’m sure she’d forget all about her lessons, then.

Red flushed throughout his skin, from his ears to his neck.

“Funny,” he droned, face ablaze. “Real funny.”

I’m just saying, man. You’ve clearly got it bad for her. And you’re not a bad-looking guy, Mr. Model.”

“I don’t have a thing for her. Would you quit it with that?”

Okay, bro,” his best friend replied dubiously. “De Nile isn’t just a river in Egypt.”

“I’m hanging up, now.”

Aw, come on, Adrien, that was fu-”

He hung up, his face falling into his pillow in exasperation.

“I’m doomed,” he groaned.

“Looks like it!” called Plagg from somewhere in the room.

“Not helping.”

The Kwami grinned. “I try.”

And so, with no way out of his own condemnation, Adrien went over to Marinette’s house the next afternoon, a cloud hanging over his head like the blade of a Cringe Guillotine. He knocked on the door as his bodyguard drove away, stomach lurching. No one to protect him, this time.

Marinette answered, and he nearly fell backward with the jolt seeing her brought, though he had been sitting just in front of her not hours before.

“….hey,” she greeted, her voice a little strange.

“Hey, there,” he returned, looking away. Say it, he shouted to himself. Just tell her the truth!

“You want to come in?” She took a stumble of a step backward to clear the way for him.

“Uh, yeah,” he said.

Oh my god, just tell her!

“Um-” he stammered. “Marinette, I kind of-”

“Sorry for bothering you to come over today,” she sighed, starting up the stairs. Hesitantly, he followed. “I’ve just missed a good chunk of school, recently, and now we’ve got this huge test coming up, worth more than half of our grade. It might as well be a final exam.”

“….wow.” That didn’t help. “I’m sorry.”

She smiled dismissively and opened the door to her room. “It’s my own fault. Been out sick a lot.”

“I….get that, too,” he lied. Again with the lying. But, in his defense, it just so happened to be his cover for missing school when he was out patrolling.

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised, and for a moment, his was irrationally terrified that she would somehow know he was lying.

“Uh, yeah,” he replied, trying to keep his voice from cracking with nerves.

“I thought I was the only one.”

“Well….I guess no-” Oh, god. His voice had cracked. He felt his ears burn, and tried not to notice Marinette biting her lip in restraint.

“Would you like some water?” she asked, after she had composed herself. “I should’ve asked earlier.”

Oh, thank god. A moment alone would be nice. “Yes, please,” he answered. “And you’re good; don’t worry.”

“Be right back.”

As she exited back down the stairs, Adrien plopped down into her desk chair, covering his face with one hand.

“Oh, my god,” he exhaled. “I’m an idiot.”

“And a liar,” Plagg added from his pocket.

“Keep your mouth shut. I’m- I’m working on it.”

“Well, kiddo, your deadline’s coming up pretty soon. I’d give it less than five minutes. Got a game plan?”

“I’ll….I’ll come up with something.”

“How about the truth?”

“If I can get myself to speak, then sure. I’m trying, anyway. In the meantime-”

The door opened. Marinette entered with two glasses of water, set them down on her desk, and pulled a stool to sit beside him.

“Were you on the phone just now?” she asked.

Without meaning to, his mouth curled up. He quickly relaxed it, hoping she hadn’t noticed. “Uh, yeah,” he told her. “My dad.”

Adrien!!! Stop lying!!!

“Oh, geez. You’re not in trouble for coming over, are you?”

Oh, boy, am I.

“No, no,” he assured her. “Not at all. He was just checking in. Making sure I was where I was supposed to be.”

“Oh, okay. I’m glad.”


Awkward silence. Adrien took a long, long drink of his water, practically emptying it in one go. Marinette followed soon after.

“Wow,” she noted. “I guess we’re both pretty thirsty.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“Should I just grab us a whole pitcher?”

He noticed, with a wave of slight relief, that it seemed as though she were as reluctant to start their tutoring as he was. He nodded, and she was gone again, just like that.

“Wow,” Plagg laughed, “you’ve made it this far. Maybe you can just keep asking for more water until you have to go home.”

“You’re not funny,” Adrien grumbled. “I’m gonna tell her. When she gets back. I swear, I’m going to tell her. I don’t want to lie to her.”

“Cause you like her?”

“Yeah, ‘cause- wait, no, Plagg, because she’s my friend and always honest with me, and she deserves the same from my end.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Just shut up. I can’t tell her my dad called twice in a row; she’ll get worried.”

“Well, then, you could say you have to go home!”

“But….” Well, he couldn’t argue with that.

“What, do you not want to go home?”

Adrien was quiet. Marinette opened the door, once more, with a pitcher and tray.

“Okay,” she said, “water problem’s solved.” She took a seat, once more, placing the glasses on the tray and putting the tray beside them. “Now….”

Adrien’s mouth curled once more as he looked away. He was definitely in trouble.

Marinette cleared her throat. “We should. Get to work. I’ve only got a week, after all.”

“Right. Uh, get a notebook or something. It might be helpful.”

“Of course. Silly me.” She reached down and grabbed her back, pulling onto her lap to look through it. Adrien watched her, his mind racing.

Okay, man, now or never. Now or never. Do something or come out with it.

She pulled out her notebook and pen.

Do something!! Now!!

He rushed forward.

Marinette stumbled off of her stool, dropping the pen.

Okay, so we’re doing this. Okay.

Instead of telling Marinette the truth, or doing anything within that range of reason, Adrien had, on impulse, opted to kiss her.

And he continued to kiss her, because something warm began to spread in his hands and throat. Marinette kissed him back. The situation began to shift, entirely.

Oh, my god, we’re doing this. Pull away, now, man, you’re in too deep.

Adrien craned himself to reach her more easily, and then took her by the waist and guided her to his chair, where she rested one knee. She held his head in her hands, tangling her fingers into his hair.

Adrien!!!! Abort mission, abort, abort!!!

He breathed in her scent, inhaling sunshine and pastries, and tasted her breath. His hands slipped into her hair, the silky strands of raven gliding across his knuckles, and he enjoyed the entire sensation of her all too much. He couldn’t stop himself.


Oh, shut the hell up.

They broke away for a moment to breathe, Marinette resting her forehead on his. She opened her mouth, beginning to form words, but before any could escape her, Adrien moved forward once more, hands on her hips to keep her from falling. He then, for some reason, thought it would be a wonderful idea to lift her onto her desk- likely following the same train of logic he’d had when he’d initiated the kiss in the first place. Marinette, startled, held onto his neck as he rose.

And then, when he moved forward, they crashed into the full goddamn pitcher of water, which caused Marinette to jump and fall forward, toppling over Adrien, just in time for the pitcher to hit her on the back.

Adrien stared at the ceiling, his mouth more curled and straight than it had ever been.

They lay there for a moment, hearts pounding, faces burning, legs freezing, breath absent, in shock and bewilderment. Marinette didn’t bother raising her face from his chest.

Well, you’ve done it now, Adrien. Bravo.

Please, shut up.

And then his phone rang. Really and actually.

Marinette picked herself up, blinking. “You get that,” she told him. “I’ll go get some towels.”

She left. Plagg, soaking wet and shivering, flew out of Adrien’s pocket as he checked the caller I.D. Natalie.

“Okay, you’re paying for this, lover boy-”

“Hush.” He started the call. “Hello?”

“Adrien, your curfew’s in thirty minutes. Where have you been?”

“Uhhh…..” Lying, repeatedly asking for water, and then making out with a girl to stall time. Mostly. “Tutoring a friend.”

“Well, wrap it up. Your father won’t be happy if you’re home late, again. I’ve already sent the limo.”

“….Right. I’ll be out as soon as it gets here. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll see you at home. Good-bye.”


Marinette returned, her arms full. “Was that your dad, again?” she asked.

“His secretary, actually. She says I should get home, soon.”

“Oh.” She set down the towels onto her bed. “Well, you can head off now, if you need to.”

Adrien rose, not meeting her eyes. “No, I can’t just leave you to clean up my mess.”

Our mess, if anything.” She smiled ruefully. “It’d be fine. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

In spite of himself, Adrien chuckled, grabbing a towel.

“Pretty sure I’m already past the point of no return,” he laughed, wiping down her desk. “Might as well clean up at least some of the aftermath.”

“Let me help,” she insisted, covering the floor. “I had a hand in it.”

“An unwilling accomplice isn’t really an accomplice,” he argued.

“And yet here I am,” she retorted. That brought an incredulous grin from him. She pretended not to see him as he glanced at her in disbelief.


Loud honking from outside. Adrien’s phone buzzed.

“Looks like that’s me,” he sighed. “Can I do anything else to help, before I go?”

“You should just go. I’m mostly done, here. Thanks for the help.”

He shook his head. “I…don’t think I was much help, actually. Sorry.”

She found the courage to meet his eyes and smile. “It’s not your fault,” she told him. “Don’t worry about it.”


Another honk.

She winked at him, the expression stopping his heart for a moment.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Text me later, alright?”

“Right.” He smiled back. “Thanks, for everything. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

And with that, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. Natalie was not going to be happy with him.

Thankfully, he made it home before his father. Natalie had only a few stern words for him, but she was otherwise dismissive of the whole affair. Adrien retreated to his room in utter relief.

He was about to crash onto his bed and fall into some much-needed sleep when his phone began to ring, again. With a sigh, he answered Nino’s call.


So, how’d your little rendezvous go? You tell her the truth, or what?


Dude, what? So what did you do, learn Swedish in less than twenty-four hours?


Did you even show up?


So what did you do?! How the hell did you get out of that one??

Adrien took a deep breath to brace himself for the reaction he knew was going to come out of this, sooner or later.

“I….made out with her.”

And, of course, Nino died of laughter. Of course.

You can’t be serious!!

“Dead serious, man.”

Ohhh, my god!!! So you finally admit you like her?

“…I’m tired.”

Oh, come on. Did she at least kiss you back?


Was it good?

“Yeah. Definitely.”

You guys gonna go steady now, or what?

“I have no idea, dude. Can I just get some rest?”

Okay, okay. Take your time. Just know you’re going to have to face her tomorrow. So, have fun with that.”

“Bye, Nino.”

Later, Romeo.”

The last thing he heard before hanging up was, of course, the guffaws of his best friend.

Anyway, Nino’s near-offensive ridicule aside, he had one last thing to do before going to sleep, he’d realized. He switched apps on his phone, Plagg leaving his pocket for his cheese box below the bed.

“You’d better get me some good stuff next time you go shopping,” he said, his face full. “In return for your behavior, today.”

“Fine, Plagg, whatever.”

Marinette. The name read from his contact list in clear, inevitable letters.

“Texting your girlfriend?” Plagg asked, a giggle in his voice.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“And you’re not Chat Noir.”

“Oh, shut up, will you?”

The last thing he’d sent her was a photo of their homework, weeks ago. He opened their chat.

“Gonna tell her the truth?”

He didn’t answer.

Him: hey, marinette.

Her: oh, hey! that was fast. what’s up?

Him: I gotta tell you something

Her: what’s that?

Him: I….don’t really know Swedish.

Her: …I know.


Him: what?????

Her: it was kinda obvious, when you kissed me. that’s why you did it, right?

Him:…yeah. sorry.

Her: it’s totally fine. I just don’t get why you would lie to me about that, of all things. it’s so silly.

Him: I’m sorry. I just wanted to be helpful.

Her: you’re already plenty helpful. just by being you.

Him: and sorry I kissed you, and spilled water on us, and everything

Her: don’t worry about any of it. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.

Him:.….right. see you at school.

And, closing his phone and lying on his side, Adrien knew immediately that he would get absolutely no sleep that night.

“You wanna admit it now?” 

“Oh, shut up,” he said for the nth time that day. Nevertheless, he knew Plagg was right.

He was, without a doubt, past the point of no return, now.

AN: And back home, Marinette is internally, externally, eternally screaming.

This one’s a little more fluffy. I just can’t get over Adrien being an awkward dork around Mari. Like, of course he’s in love with Ladybug, but, come on?? He so obviously has a crush on Marinette, too, and it’s so cute to see. Silly, silly boy in De Nile. Also, R.I.P. in piece Nino.

hope you guys enjoyed this! Feel free to reblog and reply, if you want to.

@miraculousfluffmonth A submission thing? Not entirely sure how this works.

anonymous asked:

I headcanon that Yamaguchi plays baseball when the volleyball season is over and he's actually impressively good (like he's the pitcher and can hit home runs) and the rest of the volleyball nerds love to come to his games and cheer him on. Just imagine the tan that boy gets. -Mocha Anon

and Tsukki has a thing for a boy in a baseball cap *wink*

- mod ri


So far the visiting team’s pitcher has hit two batters, and a foul ball beaned someone so hard that EMS had to take them out of the stands. I could not be more aware of objects leaving the playing field if I tried, trust me.

Except for when I’m eating artistically dark-lit hot dogs, that is.

[TRANS] 170506 Gongchan & Sandeul Twitter posts

@B1A4_gongchan: 형 그거 먹는거 아니에요… 내려두세요…

Hyung that’s not edible… put it down…

@SANDEUL920320: Replying to @B1A4_gongchan 알아…안다구!!!! 

I know… I know!!!!

@B1A4_gongchan: 우리형 다리각 쏴라있네에~ 

Our hyung’s leg angles are absolutely amazing~

@B1A4_gongchan: 호이짜아~


@SANDEUL920320: Replying to @B1A4_gongchan 난 내가 엄청 잘 던질줄 알았어…ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

I thought I threw it really well…kekekeke

@B1A4_gongchan: …??

GC: Pitcher boy man
GC: Please hit 140 (speed)
Duck Sandeul Hyung: kekeke I’ll show you keke
GC: kekeke
GC: I’ll look forward to it.kek

Trans: roz @ bethe1all4one
Please remove all translations with full credits to source and

horns-of-mischief  asked:

If I can request Eijun almost getting injured and Kazuya freaking out because of it? :D

Hi ^^ here you are- the first prompt I’ve ever written hehe I hope you like it :)


Sawamura breathes out as the referee announces another strike. He grins. The count now is one ball, two strikes.

„One more!“

„Two outs!“

The yells from the fielders and the cheer of the crowd are loud around him, but all Sawamura sees is the yellow mitt 18,39 m in front of him. Miyuki grins behind his face mask and signals for a pitch outside and low.

Sawamura lets the rosin fall and nods, taking a deep breath. Just one more out.

He lifts his leg before he slams it down, turning his body and letting his arm move forward as fast as a whip. He feels the baseball on his fingertips until he releases it. Sawamura awaits to hear the satisfying sound of the ball hitting leather, but instead he his greeted by a ‚Clang‘.

The batter has hit the ball and before Sawamura is able to realize what happens, the ball flies right back and towards him. His body moves on pure instinct as the southpaw ducks, the ball scraping his head, sending his cap flying. Sawamura stumbles to the ground, blinking owlishly.

„Sawamura!“ Miyuki calls, rushing towards the pitcher. And Sawamura hears his other teammate’s alarmed voices around him. But it is Miyuki, who is there first, crouching down in front of his pitcher. „Sawamura? Did it hit your head? Do you feel nauseous?“

The game is paused and the batter looks over anxiously. They are rivals, but it wasn’t his intention to accidentally hurt someone.

„No. I’m fine“, Sawamura says, grinning brightly at Miyuki. „It just brushed me. I’m all good.“

„Really?“ Miyuki places both hands on Sawamura’s shoulders, eying the latter closely. One of his hands reaches for Sawamura’s head, touching it gently.

„Really“, Sawamura assures, somewhat troubled by Miyuki’s behavior. And his irritation just spikes as the catcher embraces him.

„Damn, Sawamura. Don’t ever scare me like this again“, Miyuki breathes and Sawamura notices the catcher’s body tremble slightly.

„Mi- Miyuki?“ he asks, insecure.

Miyuki lets out a long breath before he gets to his feet again, offering Sawamura a hand. The southpaw grabs it and finds himself being pulled to his feet again. „Then let’s get the last out.“

„Yes!“ Sawamura yells enthusiastically. Their teammates around them sigh in relief as they are sure that their pitcher is alright. „One out!“

They get the last out and the victory for Seido. But even after the game is over a certain catcher fawns around Sawamura, making sure the southpaw has everything he needs. Sawamura couldn’t say he minds that.

guineapigwithaflamethrower replied to your photoset “So far the visiting team’s pitcher has hit two batters, and a foul…”

My mom got hit in the head with a foul ball last week at a game. She’s fine - it was a pop up. But, yeah, every so often I try to figure out why I enjoy a sport where I can be so grievously injured as a fan. Well, except not anymore because the Royals have partnered with an anti-choice org to do in-stadium advertising, so games are out of my near future.

Glad to hear she’s okay! I think sometimes the danger of serious injury as a fan is part of the reason we enjoy it :D Or rather, the excitement of maybe catching a foul ball outweighs the danger, I think is more accurate. The adrenaline rush when it goes to your section is certainly invigorating. 

Sucks about the Royals, I hadn’t heard that. If you’re in Kansas City and looking for a live ball game experience, though, you do have the T-Bones! They’re an indy minors team in the same league as the Railcats, and I have tickets to a home game against the T-Bones in July. You should check them out, MiLB is a lot of fun and compared to the majors it’s super cheap – Railcats tickets are something like $10 for reserved seating.  

I want to make minor league baseball like a hipster thing. I want going to minor league games to become a really weird high-commitment meme. :D

tfc baseball au? tfc baseball au. mostly figuring out what positions they would play and what sort of hitter they’d be. also i’m well aware that neil doesn’t like baseball in canon but let my baseball-loving self live. more under cut.

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Ohsaka Ryota Facts~

since I don’t really see much people posting about him, i decided to do this~

  • Born on 2 August 1986
  • From Tokushima preferture
  • Affiliated with EARLY WING
  • Blood type : O
  • Is 176cm tall
  • Hobby: Softball, Bowling, Gaming and going for a walk.
  • He is sort of the mother hen of the seiyuu in his generation, with Hanae calling him Ohsakakan.
  • He played baseball when he was in elementary school as a right fielder and changed to softball in middle school. In high school, he became a pitcher.
  • He can also hit quite well
  • look at him hit the homerun
  • He will speak very fast when he gets flustered. He’s from Tokushima, so when he gets flustered or loses a game, he will accidentally speak in ‘Ao Ben’ and according to Hanae Natsuki, it’s really scary to see him like that.
  • He is quite close with Shimazaki Nobunaga with both of them calling each other by their given name.
  • He is also very close with Hanae Natsuki.
  • He is the middle child with an older sister and a younger brother.
  • He has like anime ever since he was in middle school but he didn’t had the ambition to become a seiyuu until his high school entrance examination. After graduating from high school, he went to tokyo together with his friends who had the same ambition as him.
  • He admires Ishida Akira
  • His favourite role of Ishida Akira was Athurn Zala from Gundam Seed Destiny.
  • His favourite book is Dragonball
  • His favourite game is Tears of Eternia and Chrono Trigger.
  • His favourite artist is JAM Project and often sings their songs in karaoke.
  • He likes girls who are like older sisters.
  • His favourite colour is blue.
  • He has a baby face so when he goes to game center, he is often asked by people younger than him when if he’s over 16 already.
  • Out of all the genres in anime, his favourite is Mecha.
  • In the gundam series, his favorite is Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam.
The Productive Out

Genre: Fluff/Romance/Meet Cute; Unspecified Modern Tom

Summary:  OFC baseball fan is on a first date at the ball park and teaches a new acquaintance about the game.

Rating: T (innuendo related to the sport)

Author’s Notes: Okay.  Here you go.  Kinda Baseball Tom.  Very fluffy.  Cheesy lines.  I purposely did not include a lot of details as to the location or use names of actual players so that any baseball fan readers are free to insert their own preferences into the story, but the graphic obviously shows that I am thinking of the most beautiful park and best team in all of MLB. <3 Not beta’d, all mistakes are mine.  Let me know what you think (unless you are a Yankess fan, hah!).

This is fine, girls do this all the time, they totally go on dates with losers for legit reasons, I told myself for the sixteenth time, soaking in the hum of the crowd as I sat down.  In the perfect seat right at the home team dugout along the third base line.  At the final game of the regular season.  Between longtime division rivals.  Who were tied for the lead.  

It’s worth it, so what if his nails look better groomed than yours . You never have to see him again.  

“Hey, Calla, I’ve got to take this call, it’s business. I’ll be right back,” my date informed me without bothering to lift his eyes from his phone.

“Sure, Harrison, no problem. I’ll just fill out my score card with the…”

He was already turning to make his way back up the steps before I could finish my sentence.

“…the lineups.”

You pompous, self-important, arrogant, ignorant, pinkie-wearing, universally boring,  –

“Pardon me, miss, I do believe the seat to your left is mine, if I am in the correct location.”

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anonymous asked:

If everyone on the 7 played a sport, which ones do you think they would play? (Frank a rugby player?)

  • Annabeth as a tennis player is very important to me because it’s not a team sport, and involves being able to adapt to your opponent which she would live for 
  • Jason as a goalie in soccer because California boy+ leadership skills 
  • rugby seems too violent for Frank, I could see him doing fencing or something that involves some honor ooh maybe bowling because it involves precision like archery 
  • Hazel as an equestrian obviously 
  • I mean it’s canon but Percy as a basketball player 
  • Piper as a volleyball player because she likes the shorts 
  • Leo as a catcher in baseball!! Because he’s kinda twitchy so he would always be ready when someone tried to steal a base and imagine him as a pinch runner and batting with a strike zone that is hard for pitchers to hit cause he’s on the smaller side