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makeste · 3 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 325: Deku VS the Outside of U.A. ~Conclusion~

Previously on BnHA: Ochako was all “dear bloodthirsty mob, this kid you see standing before you has fought harder than anyone and put his life on the line to protect you all, so please chill the fuck out, jesus christ. like, putting aside that he’s humanity’s best hope and so it’s very much in your best interests to let him rest and recover someplace safe so that he can keep fighting for us, are y’all seriously going to turn away an injured and exhausted child in front of his sobbing mother?? seriously?? come on now.” I’m paraphrasing here but that’s basically how it went down. Anyway so then the mob was all, “...” and Deku collapsed to his knees in tears, and Gigantic Fox Lady and Kouta ran over to give him a hug but then the chapter ended.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “FINE, YOU CAN HUG HIM”, which, was that so hard?? The U.A. Clown Mob is all “come to think of it, we’ve kind of been taking the heroes for granted this entire time, maybe we should be less passive in the future. anyway so Deku if it’s not too much to ask, can you please save everyone and fix everything.” Deku is all “I sure can, and by the way I forgive you for swarming around all menacingly two minutes ago and trying to deny me basic shelter and stuff.” Ectoplasm is all, “hey Todogang get a load of this. [walks in a circle].” Hawks is all, “that’s literally the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rat Principal is all, “anyway so that’s what your students did today, hope you’re enjoying your new *~*ROBOT LEG*~*, Aizawa.” Aizawa is all “[lots of exposition about Kurogiri and for some reason, Toga, while being all brooding and sexy].” All Might is all “[standing here right outside of U.A. doing absolutely nothing and being foreboding AF]” and that immediately sucked away all of the warm fuzzy feelings from the hugs, goddammit.

each new week has become a waiting game of “when will Deku finally get to take a bath so people will actually be willing to go near him and give him the hugs he deserves.” the stakes have never been so compelling. I’ve almost forgotten about AFO entirely

lmaoooooo

me: for the love of god will someone please give Deku a hug before I die of old age

Mineta: YOU GOT IT!! --

Iida: [SWIFTLY CUTS HIM OFF] NOT YOU

fucking losing it at Mineta’s crying face. he really wanted to hug him. I legit feel bad but this is also the funniest thing I have seen all week, omg

somehow Kouta, who last week was only a hand’s breadth away from touching Deku’s head, is now twenty miles away from him in this new chapter

can I make a Loki reference here. is this recap a good place to insert a joke about someone using a TVA time-rewinding device to fuck with my poor boy Kouta over here. well anyway there it is

AND NOW HE’S BACK ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG

(ETA: since when is he “niichan” omg?? can’t handle this cuteness.)

BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT HUGGING HIM FFFFKFFFFF. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO. WHO DO I HAVE TO BRIBE AND/OR BLACKMAIL

OH NO KOUTA IS CRYING THAT’S IT I’M DONE FOR

“when I heard that lady I knew that I had to go, but then stop again within inches of actually touching you because you smell like week-old rotten onions.” listen Kouta, I’m not saying I don’t get it, but you all can’t keep doing this to me. it’s the way you guys keep teasing it. like, if you’re gonna hug him, hug him. don’t just stand there with your arms held rigidly out in front of you like a molded action figure

OH MY GOSH BUT HE SAID THE THING

KOUTA SWOOPING IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT FOR FIXING DEKU LIKE THAT ONE KID IN THE GROUP PROJECT WHO DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STILL TAGS HIS NAME ONTO THE REPORT ANYWAY, WHAT A KNAVE

GASP

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SHE PICKED HIM UP LIKE A LITTLE BABY OMG?? she just leaned right over and lifted this child like he was a small animal. like a lil baby futon that she was about to hang up to dry. oh my god

-- HEY WHAT

(: well that’s extremely fucked up. though sadly not too surprising given what we just saw these past couple chapters

incidentally, I hope that anyone who was legitimately defending the civilians’ perspective earlier takes note here of how quickly that line of thinking -- “we’re just trying to keep our families safe” and all that-- can lead to straight up bigotry. if you’re willing to deny a child shelter and protection simply because he’s not YOUR child, and because you’ve decided based on Internet rumors (no real-world parallels there, I’m sure) that he might present a threat, it’s really not that much further of a leap to discriminating against entire groups of people simply because you perceive those groups as being dangerous. I’m sure the people who turned Gigantic Fox Lady away also told themselves afterwards that they did it to protect their families. “better safe than sorry.” “she’ll be fine, someone will take her in, but as for us, we can’t afford to take that risk.” people can come up with all kinds of justifications for treating other people as less than human, and the really scary thing about it is how fucking easy it is

one last quick side note, which is that Horikoshi does a great job here of showing how scapegoating works, given that AFO is the one who’s really to blame and who presents the actual threat, and yet Deku is the one who ultimately winds up being the target of the mob’s fear and outrage despite him being as much of a victim as they are. gotta love that irony, which unfortunately plays out far too often in the real world as well.

anyway I’ll get off my soapbox now, sorry about that. let us continue

YES, FINALLY OH MY GOD!!!!

AND THAT’S THE STORY OF HOW GIGANTIC FOX LADY BECAME THE GREATEST HERO. PACK IT ALL UP, WE’RE DONE HERE KIDS

holy shit. the real MVP right there. thanks for getting it done champ

jesus christ I have had it up to here with these people

literally the bar is set so low at this point that I’ll go ahead and take it. helping him because it offers them a tactical advantage is at least one step up from not helping him at all

“WHY NOT SHIKETSU” MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

-- thank you!!

okay this one guy with the antennae hair is having himself a character development speedrun here

-- okay, but this part?? fucking this part, right here??

can we repeat that again?? the part where this guy acknowledges that the problems of hero society were caused not just by said heroes, but also by said society?? the part where he acknowledges that they treated the heroes like celebrities who were putting on a show for them?? the part where he acknowledges that when push came to shove, the vast majority of those heroes, when faced with a situation that offered no reward, were nonetheless willing to put their lives on the line to protect the very same people who then turned around and blamed them rather than thanking them?? are the civilians of BnHA even allowed to have actual deep thoughts about this stuff. holy shit

bro!!

ANTENNAE HAIR GUY SHOVING KOUTA AND GIGANTIC FOX LADY OUT OF THE WAY TO SLAP HIS NAME ONTO THE END CREDITS AS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER. CONGRATULATIONS SON YOU FIGURED OUT THE CORE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION AT THE VERY HEART OF THE MANGA. WAY TO GO BUD

meanwhile, on today’s episode of “one more chapter to go till the big volume cliffhanger, how else can I drag things out let’s see”

it’s a panel. of people’s feet. just a bunch of normal feet. with sneakers and shit

this All Might shirt guy is getting more screentime in this arc than 90% of the class 1-A kids

I guess I’m supposed to feel sorry for this dude now that he’s all “if we let you stay here do you promise to somehow magically fix every single problem that we are now currently facing?” those are some ridiculously exacting standards my dude. come on now

KACCHAN SIGHTING

thank fuck I’m not the only one who’s thoroughly unimpressed by absolutely all of this lol. I feel better now. meanwhile Iida and Kouda and Kiri are ready to run over there and hug them all. you guys are way too forgiving. damn you and your pure hearts

anyway so Deku’s like “yeah, definitely”

(ETA: almost forgot to comment on the “I’m no longer alone” part – he basically corrects the guy and says “sorry, but you’ll need to direct that question towards all of us, not just me, because moving forward we’re a team.” good stuff.)

you know what though, all joking aside... fuck yeah. because perfect victory, right. the strongest guys don’t settle for anything less. so I guess Deku has pretty exacting standards himself

also can you all just take a look at this fucking kid who’s got so much light in his eyes now that I’m gonna need eclipse goggles. hot damn. “you’re welcome” says All Might Shirt Guy as he is frantically interviewed by several local news networks asking him how he daringly managed to save Deku all by himself. “well I guess I’ve just never been the kind of guy who can sit back and let a bunch of rabble-rousers blame a little kid for all of humanity’s problems. someone had to step in and take action, you know?”

oH MY GOD THE SCENE IS FINALLY ENDING

don’t let the door hit you on your way out All Might Shirt Guy

but meanwhile, sudden Tododrama action??

oh shit

there are honestly so many ways in which Ochako’s very moving speech could have wildly backfired that I genuinely have no clue where this is headed lol. how exciting!!

so now Horikoshi is once again stalling for time with random filler panels, but this one is 10x better than the shoes lol omg

(1) was Ectoplasm’s jacket always this oversized. (2) did you guys know that if you go back to chapter 319 you can see that Horikoshi gave us a sneak peak at Enji’s Sad Detective disguise and I in fact made a joke about it in the 319 recap not realizing it was actually the stone cold truth. (3) did Shouto deliberately speed up out of impatience because Hawks was walking so fucking slow and he couldn’t take it any longer. (4) and what, I ask you, is up with these dramatic speedlines. so many mysteries here. what a masterpiece

everyone is acting all shocked about something ahh what’s going on

wait what

what the heck. did they just loop around behind everyone. what was the point of that lol. “anyway, so this is what they look like from the back” well okay, thanks for that Ectoplasm

(ETA: so it seems like they were actually hanging out someplace else away from the crowd this whole time, I guess? here I thought they had more faith in Enji’s disguise. I guess Shouto and Hawks don’t particularly want to attract this crowd’s attention themselves right now either, though.)

I am so fucking confused lmao

speaking of All Might WHERE THE FUCK IS HE lol. but yes, good, OFA brings everyone together, and Hawks is very deeply moved about this out of the blue all of a sudden. you know how it is

aw heck yeah now this is another filler panel I can get behind

Mineta really wants that hug, good lord. I genuinely love this actually. Mineta if you could just stay little and cute and keep crying about how much you love your classmates in a non-gross way for the rest of the series I would be so appreciative. you’re doing great

IIDA IS HOLDING DEKU’S HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH FOR MY MAN HE’S ADDICTED NOW

what did I tell you. Kiri wants to get all of the mob’s autographs now. Kiri you’re a peach

Shouji having a conversation with another mutant type is a very nice touch! we really need to get to his backstory soon. I feel like that casual remark from GFL earlier was kind of hinting at more to come

is this the first time we’ve ever seen the Yaoyorictionary in action?? never forget that Viz tried to call it the “Yaoyorozu Reference Book” because they hate fun

last but not least, KAMIBAKU IS BACK ON THE MENU, FUCK YEAH. Kaminari trying to spice things up and introduce a little bit of controversy by smacking Kacchan on the back of the head for god knows what. I will be deeply disappointed after this if I can’t find at least one person unironically declaring that KamiBaku is now toxic and abusive

lfkdlWLWK TODODRAMA??

oh my god. Shouto’s face. Enji’s face. the back to “oyaji” again. the blunt, not-taking-no-for-an-answer, “I don’t know how much louder the universe can scream at you that doing things alone is not it, so hopefully you got the point” directness of it. fffdlkslj I’m so ready for this Horikoshi please don’t fuck it up my expectations are so high

HOLY FUCK

I SCROLLED DOWN AND HE WAS ALL “( ❛‿❛)” AND I JUST WASN’T FUCKING EXPECTING THAT OKAY. JESUS CHRIST. GIVE ME A SEC

lol okay moment over and now Enji’s pulling his hat down all dramatically like a world-weary Cowboy

OH MY GOD WERE YOU FACETIMING??

AHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: not to put Iida down or anything, but it’s kind of strange that Aizawa is all “the class rep sure did great” when Ochako is the one that was giving that whole big speech for like twenty minutes just now lol.)

(ETA 2: “thank god Iida stepped in just in the nick of time to keep Mineta from hugging Deku.” sorry Mineta I really do like you lately but it’s still low-hanging fruit lol.)

HE LOOKS SO SAD??! HE LOOKS LIKE HEARTBREAK ITSELF??! I AM BESOUGHT WITH THE URGE TO REACH INTO MY SCREEN AND PULL HIM INTO THE SAFETY OF MY ARMS??? MY GOD, AND I THOUGHT DEKU NEEDED HUGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay I was gonna just hold down the letter H for a full minute and count it out loud but within about ten seconds I realized I needed to chill lol

-- but then again NO, I DON’T NEED TO CHILL, I HAVE ZERO CHILL, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE IT’S AIZAWA WITH A ROBOT LEG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMPLETE WITH ROBOT TOES FOR THAT EXTRA TOUCH OF AUTHENTICITY!! I LIKE HOW HORIKOSHI PUT ALL THIS EXTRA “!!!” EMPHASIS AROUND IT IN CASE WE COULD SOMEHOW POSSIBLY FAIL TO TAKE NOTICE. “REMEMBER, EVERYONE?” SAYS HORIKOSHI HELPFULLY. “REMEMBER THAT TIME AIZAWA CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN LEG?” oh wow now that you mention it we somehow forgot all about that. like who do you take us for

OH NO NOT THE SAD BOYFRIEND ANGST THAT I WAS SECRETLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WITH GLEE

well at least he’s not M.I.A. or back with the villains again like I thought he might be. still, that’s gotta be brutal to know your friend is in there somewhere, but to not be able to reach him again no matter how hard you try. that’s the kind of angst that pays off in final battles just when you most expect it. such is my hope, at any rate

what’s this now??

trying to decide if this is Horikoshi’s way of saying don’t worry about that, or his way of saying definitely worry about that lol

anyway so Aizawa is out here being all irresponsibly handsome once again. when is someone going to do something about him

here for Sexy Robot Leg Eyepatch Aizawa clenching his fists and making speeches about revenge. pretty sure we’re all here for that

WELL, WELL, WELL

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I’M VERY GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE AND SEEMINGLY WELL, THOUGH!

BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGH, ALL MIGHT

ffff. bracing myself for that cliffhanger next week. you’d better not touch one hair on this man’s head Horikoshi. I’m watching you

#bnha 325 #midoriya izuku #u.a. clown mob #class 1-a #aizawa shouta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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fuckinuchihas · 4 years ago

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PART ONE

Continued...

“That was...intense,” Sugawara says, a chaotic fire in his eyes.

You try to hide a smile, but he notices the tiny uptick at the corner of your mouth and it warms him up inside.

It was the first time you were able to play imposter together and you had it won before they could call the second meeting. Sugawara was really good at following your cues even without talking to one another and two double kills in a single round was nearly unheard of but you managed to pull it off.

“Want to play again?” he asks, and you nod in agreement.

He’s getting really good at this.

“We should do something fun this weekend,” someone says, Suga isn’t really paying attention beyond a vague understanding. He’s busy looking down at his phone and trying to bite back his smile.

“We could throw a party!!”

“No…” Daichi says, immediately shutting that train of thought down.

“Aww c’mon man!”

“No way, you idiots get too out of control with stuff like that…”

“We could have a-”

“Kageyama we’re not having a weekend scrimmage game for fun,” Tsukishima says, adjusting his glasses.

“That’s not what I was gonna say!”

“Oh really? Then what did his majesty have in mind,” he says, his smirk growing wider the longer Kageyama tries to come up with something, anything else.

When Kageyama can’t find a replacement Yamaguchi actually buts in. “We could play games together online…There’s this new one I’ve been playing it’s actually kinda neat. It’s called Among Us.”

Sugawara’s head pops up and his grin goes a bit feral. “That’s a really good idea Tadashi.”

“I’m not very good at video games,” Daichi says, rubbing the back of his neck. “But if it’s something everyone can agree on-’

A chorus of excited yesses follow and Sugawara feels a thundering excitement under his skin.

He shoots off a quick text and hopes you don’t have any plans for the weekend.

The team decide to play in clusters. All ten people sitting in one room were bound to cause issues, even if they all played on their phones...plus Sugawara knows that some of them are terrible losers and he doesn’t want any backlash for you, or himself.

He asks if you prefer your place or his and you shrug and answer that it doesn’t matter to you either way. He decides to use the opportunity to invite into his space and you agree easily enough.

The night of, he starts to feel nervous, anticipation swirling under his skin as you show up at his front door. He lets you into his small but comfortable apartment and the edge of your lips tug up just a little but he feels pleasure thrum through him at that tiny reaction.

He’s a little flustered when he takes your jacket but you just ignore it.

“I have some snacks and stuff if you want something but I thought we could order pizza later?” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I like pizza,” you say, reassuring him a little.

“So what would you say if I told you I pregamed a few strategies…”

You raise a brow in interest and smirk at him. “Just what did you have in mind?”

He goes over the plan and you feel adrenaline coursing under your veins.

It’s not just that you will help one another out, he actually put together ideas on how to distract each and every teammate. You’re impressed to say the least. He’s also made a list of the order in which to kill if at all possible...Tsukishima is at the top; Daichi second. Both Yachi and Kiyoko are last resorts, but he doesn't think they’re going to end up playing anyway.

It’s a lot.

You love it.

“This is really well thought out,” you say, looking over things. “I’m surprised Kageyama isn’t higher on the list…” you question, he might not be very smart when it comes to classes but you imagine he can handle himself with logical things.

“I’m pretty sure this will be the first time he’s ever played a video game...it’s going to be a learning curve for him. He can move up the list later if we think he’s catching on but you can always use Hinata to distract him if we get in a tight spot.

“Oh okay cool...that sounds like a good plan,” you reply and nod up at him where he’s nervously bent over the notes he made for you. “You know, we could just play to have fun…”

Suga’s face tightens a bit, “But don’t you want to win?”

You shrug, “I mean winning is nice, I like it a lot really.. but these are your friends right?” you ask, heart thundering in your chest. “It could be kinda cool if they liked me, y’know?”

He freezes a little, just a moment before looking at you with wide sparkling eyes and holding back what you know is a coming laugh. “You’re worried! That’s so cute,” he teases.

‘Am not.”

“Oh you are, you want them to like you, you want them to looooove you,” Suga teases more, as you fight off the heat threatening to spill over onto your neck and cheeks.

“No I don’t,” you say, slapping his hand away gently when he tries to poke you on the nose. “I’m going to murder them...I’ll murder every single one of them. I don’t care if they like me or not.”

He’s still holding back some laughter but he bites his lip and smiles. “Yeah you will. Trust me, they’ll like you more for doing your best than they would for taking it easy on them,” he says, pinching your nose playfully before letting that super sweet side of his persona slip away just for a moment “Besides...I want to win.”

The first game starts out well, you are both crewmates but you figure out quickly that Yamaguchi and Kageyama are the imposters because Tobio accidentally vents in front of literally everyone and Tsukishima has successfully lived through two rounds.

Apparently everyone except Yamaguchi would kill Tuskishima first.

The next dozen games go smoothly as well and you start to get a feel for how people are going to play.

Hinata is so excited to murder that he rarely pays enough attention to his surroundings and gets caught almost immediately.

Kageyama dies quickly or yells into the mic that he’s hit the wrong button again when someone calls him out for venting, or the one time he’s tried sabotaging something. He called lights when everyone was already in electrical...Daichi had it fixed in half a second and Kageyama’s little blue pod person was in the back overtop the vent yamaguchi’s body at his feet.

Tsukishima got imposter the next round, Kageyama was first blood.

Actually, every round Tsukishima got imposter Kageyama was first blood...even that one time when he had to get caught by killing him in front of Hinata who’d offered to ‘buddy up’ with him.

Tsukishima is vindictive to absolutely no one’s surprise...Yamaguchi doesn’t die as much after that.

Noya is ruthless and the one time he’s matched with Tanaka as imposter everyone is dead before the first body is found.

You’re actually more than a little impressed.

Ennoshita goes quiet as an imposter and though he only got it once...he seems to call 02 sabotage fairly regularly.

The other second years had to work the second shift at their job.

Daichi is pretty good, though it takes him a bit to catch on. As an imposter he’s patient, methodical and knows how to twist things around on other people. As a crewmate, well...he never forgets where he saw you or who you were with and that makes it incredibly difficult to get away with things. Not to mention that everyone trusts his judgment and ‘Daichi said so,’ is plenty of reason to get your ass kicked out.

Asahi has been watching over Noya’s shoulder all night trying to get a ‘feel’ of the game before he plays.

No one expects him to play a single game.

As for Sugawara and you, MVP third imposter trophies all around. The chaos feeds you and you have a field day the few rounds that Noya gets imposter because he has a tendency to keep calling electrical and instead of doing your tasks you end up cackling as you flip over every switch they just flipped as they try to ‘fix’ the lights.

It was entirely dark for one full game.

The first time you and Sugawara both get imposter, everyone immediately suspects Noya and Tanaka. There’s four bodies before the first meeting is called and you have both spent a significant amount of time following Daichi around ‘doing’ tasks so he’s not as suspicious of you.

Hinata says he thinks it’s you because Kenma has a similar style but it only bites him in the ass because Kageyama joins you and Suga in voting for him simply out of jealousy.

All in all, it’s more fun than you’ve had in a long time and Sugawara’s plan was entirely on point.

You lose count of how many rounds you guys play but only once was the defeat screen showing for both of you and that was just unavoidable. Tanaka and Noya are the dream team of imposters. Mostly the only time you lost is when you helped the other person out as the imposter.

When you decide to call it quits for the night, part of your anxiety comes back but before the discord voice chat ends, Daichi invites you to play with them again sometime and you can’t contain your smile.

Suga accepts on your behalf and you throw a chip at him for outing your smile and awkward flushed look. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

He kisses your forehead and chuckles. “That was fun.”

“It was,” you nod in agreement.

“So you’d want to do it again sometime?” he asks, looking strangely nervous.

“Yeah of course,” you say, like it was even a question...pfft.

“Like as a date?” he says, eyes not meeting yours.

‘Oh..uh, yeah I mean I guess...it was fun and stuff,” you say, suddenly a thousand times more nervous than you’ve been all night. You didn’t expect this, though part of you hoped he wasn’t just being friendly with you.

“Cool.” he says, smiling and giving you a thumbs up.

“It’s whatever,” you say, shrugging as you drop your face down and to the side where he can’t see how flustered you are.

“Oh you like me!” he says, an excitement in his voice that you recognize.

“No I don’t, I don’t like you at all,” you lie, but he sees right through it.

“You do! You like me soooo much,” he says, teasing you again.

“Nuh unh...I’m going home,” you say, reaching for your backpack but he gently grabs your hand and spins you around until your facing him, staring up into those gorgeous grey eyes.

“It’s okay...I like you too,” he says, face inches away from yours.

You swallow hard, feeling heat climb up your neck as he bends even closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and you nod shakily because speaking seems impossible.

It’s just a light press of lips to yours but you melt against him.

It feels like more than you ever hoped for and when he pulls away you’re both flushed and embarrassed but grinning like idiots.

MASTERLIST

#my suga anon #my precious anons #💌anon #my child #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara x you #sugawara x gamer #karasuno plays among us #haikyuu!! among us #my stuff #my post

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fishyspots · 4 years ago

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Luckily, Patrick’s old glove is still at his parents’ house.

He throws it into his bag and doesn’t think much of his agreement to play for his mom’s team that night until a few hours before the game.

Before he leaves for a quick dinner with David and his parents at the sports bar near the field, he grabs the bag. He grunts as he hefts it over his shoulder, and his mom shakes her head and tuts that he’s losing his edge.

He rolls his eyes. “Mom, seriously, what did you put in here?”

Marcy holds up her hands. “Hey, I learned my lesson that time I put a plain peanut butter granola bar in your bag. I don’t go in there anymore.”

Patrick only remembers that particular tantrum through the stories his mom still tells about it, but he protests just the same. “We only ever bought peanut butter chocolate! And I asked you specifically for it. And, it was really hot that day and my team lost twice.”

“Patrick. You were seventeen.”

Patrick shrugs her off and keeps looking through the bag. There’s an ice pack already melting and dripping condensation onto everything. And a knee brace, even though he’s never had knee problems. The gross blue kind of Gatorade, which Patrick would never drink. Cracker Jacks. This had to have been David.

But there’s not time to unpack it all, so Patrick brings it along.

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For his part, David doesn’t really listen too closely when Patrick explains that he’s going to understudy for baseball. But the work of understudies is hard, and David isn’t sure that Patrick will have enough time to learn the role.

He and Clint stay at the bar for one last drink while Patrick and Marcy head to the venue to warm up, and they show up a few minutes before the lights go down. It’s called the first pitch, Patrick calls from the dugout. David’s a few White Claws in, okay, and this terminology is far from intuitive.

They get popcorn from the concession stand and dig camping chairs out of Clint’s trunk so they don’t have to sit on the metal bleachers.

“I love Marcy’s team,” Clint says, “but I don’t really want to spend all night making small talk. And you’d probably be exhausted from all the introductions by the third inning.”

David leans his head back and takes in the evening air while he sits in his camping chair. This is surprisingly nice.

“Anything you want to do while you’re still in town?” Clint asks. “I know tomorrow’s pretty booked, but Sunday’s free.”

David shrugs. “Can you tell me what you do for fun? I’ve never spent much time outside big cities. Present situation excluded, but that’s sort of the other extreme.”

Clint nods. “Well, there are a lot of small businesses on Main Street you might like,” he says. “They’ll be less metropolitan than you’re used to, but the olive oil store is pretty good, actually.”

“I would love to do that,” David says, almost before Clint is done talking.

They pass the third and fourth...encores? Innings, Clint tells him. They pass the third and fourth innings talking about infused olive oil, the loose leaf tea store that just went out of business now that Patrick’s not here buying a bag every few weeks, and the cafe that Patrick used to perform at for open mic nights.

Patrick and Marcy come find them after they run-rule the other team.

“Good game, you two,” Clint says.

David nods and grabs for Patrick’s hand, then presses a kiss against the back of it.

Patrick puts his other hand around the back of David’s neck and brings him in for a kiss. “You’re sweet to stick a few things in my bag,” he said.

David wiggles. “I actually thought that I would also have access to the bag,” he admits. “Did you eat my Cracker Jacks?”

Patrick drops his head to David’s neck. “I’ll go get you a hot dog,” he says.

“You, especially, did well, hon,” Clint tells Marcy. “VIP, for sure.”

Marcy tilts her head.

Patrick groans. “He got to you with the renaming MVP argument, huh?”

David sniffs. “All humans have equal value, and I think the sports institution should stop dodging that concept.”

“Oh,” Marcy says. “Tell me more.”

Patrick flops into David’s lap on the camping chair, hot dog forgotten. David lets him. The chair is sturdy enough to hold, and he seems pretty tired from the game. Patrick presses his face into David’s chest and eventually drinks the Gatorade because David puts it in his hand and clears his throat pointedly.

David rubs a hand along Patrick’s arm. His skin is a little red from the sun, and David’s skin is a little flushed from the wine Clint put in a water bottle and passed to him at the beginning of the game.

They’re quite a pair.

#sc fic #my fic #schitts creek fic #schitt's creek fic #david rose #patrick brewer #summer and baseball and that's my excuse okay #also and always tagging #stuck-on-your-heart #because as usual megan saw this first and let me yell about it to her #it's not quite a writing sprint and i am still working through those #how much of this is based on my own experience and the town i grew up in down to the olive oil store and recently closed tea store?#who's to say #hi my name is rachel and i have never once posted something at the Correct Time

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hadestownmodern · 5 years ago

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Baseball

Yes, hello. I’m so sorry. I’m disowning myself now.

The doc for this fic is titled “Get it, Eurydice. Home run” and that’s all you need to know.

(thanks for reading every single damn revision to this doc and supporting my wildin’ @dilforpheus you’re the true MVP)

-D ----------------

“I got you a present.” Eurydice’s eyes are glimmering with something that hits Orpheus’s heart head-on. It’s a shimmer that matches the curve of her lips, sly and inviting.

“Wh-what is it? Why did you get me a present? It’s not my birthday,”

“Just.” She plops a paper grocery bag on the table, and at first he wonders when she’d had time to go to the store without him. He pulls the bag toward him by its handles and pauses; she’s taken the time to draw little white circles-baseballs-all over it. “Open it.”

The draw of her voice-soft and deep, quiet and enticing, is enough to stop his questioning; Eurydice has sat herself on the corner of the counter, legs open and dangling over the edge. She tilts her head, watching him pull the white linen from the bag and unfurl it. His mouth opens slightly-confusion, she can tell by the way his fingers rub the fabric, his eyes wandering along it before meeting hers.

“There’s more-open the rest.” She implores, leaning forward and resting on one hand.

Orpheus nods, still lingering in a state of bewilderment, and pulls another white garment from the bag. That unfolding doesn’t help much either-Eurydice shakes her head as she watches him hold the baseball jersey up, examining it with careful consideration before deciding to crack the code herself.

“Persephone was showing me pictures from when you did little league-she said you liked it back then. I figured it’d be fun to try your hand at it again.”

She hops from the counter and runs to the drawer of the little desk that sits in the corner of their living space, rifling through papers until she grins wildly. She crosses the distance back to him with the wind on her feet, practically skipping before putting the paper in his hand, running her arm along his bicep.

“I’m on a team?”

“You’re on a team!” She repeats his words with bubbling excitement, kissing his shoulder. “Once or twice a week, depending on if there’s a game. Nothing serious, just fun! You’re always taking so much on for us, this is something just for you.” Eurydice watches on in adoration as he reads the paper again, lips moving along to the words he’s reading. One corner of his mouth turns up but the smile resides mostly in his eyes, light in color and shining in exuberance as he scoops her into a hug, lifting her feet from the ground.

“Thank you, ‘Rydice-this is so cool!”

“Go try it on!” Eurydice insists, slipping from his arms to push her husband to the bathroom. Her mouth drops when he comes out, long legs adjusting to walking in pants fit right around them. She is speechless as he brushes his hands down his shirt.

“Do you think this fits right?” He asks, turning his legs and looking down at them curiously. Eurydice can hear his voice, but is unable to make out the words as her eyes fixate on the shape of his legs in the tighter-fitting pants. It isn’t until Orpheus turns around that Eurydice jumps from the counter, crossing her arms and looking him up and down with wide eyes and a smirk on her lips.

“I don’t know,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders. “Turn around again?”

He obliges, oblivious to the way she tilts her head, bites her bottom lip.

He likes to wear his pants looser-with suspenders holding them up around his thinner waist. These pants hug his long legs, lift his butt and define its shape. And although she finds herself missing the shape of his suspenders over his shoulders-the easy pull they give her-she comes to the swift conclusion that she’ll manage without them.

She doesn’t realize that Orpheus is talking until she looks up momentarily to see him staring back at her, turning his legs again.

“So?” He asks, bouncing from one foot to the other. Eurydice takes a breath, nods and brings her hands boldly to his butt, drawing the distance between them closed with a powerful sort of haste.

“They’re perfect.”

Eurydice cranes her neck to reach the space just on the corner of his jaw, letting out a sigh before kissing it lightly. She uses her hands to keep him close to her, squeezing, unused to the feeling of tight fitting linen-unguarding-showing him off.

She paints the canvas of his stubble with a line of breathy kisses, feels his hands on her back, holding her. Her tongue brushes along the space between his lips, and a soft whimper leaves his body. She smiles, pushing herself against him until his back hits the counter, small hands working fervently to untuck his shirt.

“Why the fuck do you have to wear a belt?” It’s more of a curse to herself as she struggles to get her hands underneath his shirt, a gasp of a sentence as Orpheus takes the opportunity of her fumbling to bring his attention to her neck, the skin that makes her shiver whenever she feels his feather-light kisses. His hands find their space right at her lower back, where he can feel the weakness in her knees as she moves forward on her toes, tilting her head in a silent plea for him to continue. She’s found her way under his shirt, made her way about running her small hands along memorized territory with the well-practiced brush of her nails. Orpheus’s involuntary squeak is enough for Eurydice to begin working on his belt; she’s not used to this. Usually, there are only suspenders; those which she can pull demandingly, satisfyingly. This new state of fashion causes frustration. Eurydice nearly buckles under Orpheus’s wandering hands, losing concentration fast. Just as the belt comes apart with a satisfying tug of leather through linen a tiny, innocent whimper comes from the other room.

“Damnit,” she whispers against his lips as she regrettably lets him go, runs a hand through her hair as she runs to retrieve their crying baby.

…

The first game goes about as well as it could with a grouping of adults with little to no skill; Orpheus’s team is comprised of a few men from the bar, a bassist from the band, and a couple of business men from downtown looking for a way to let off steam. They were all little leaguers, most of which played more games than Orpheus ever would. He was happy, though, chatting animatedly with his team. He does more socializing than playing, although there were moments where he’d find his sense of rapid, consuming focus.

Orpheus is good at catching the ball-that much can be said. His hand-eye coordination, well practiced from years of guitar playing, has come in handy although the skills themselves are quite different. Other than that achievement, however, there is not much else going for him. He is clumsy and stumbling when running to get the ball, awkward and fumbling when attempting to bat. Eurydice is proud of him nevertheless, her overwhelming attraction to his uniform and his soft, boyish smile completely blinding her to his lack of skill.

When the first game is over, Eurydice hauls herself over to where the teams are high-fiving, waits impatiently for him at the gate with Melody in tow. He kisses Eurydice with his hand on the small of her back, and Melody reaches her chubby hands up to him. He takes her, greets her with his sing-song voice and glimmering eyes, holds her face up to his and squishes her cheeks as he covers them in kisses.

“So?” He widens his eyes slightly in question, lifting his shoulders and looking out at the baseball diamond. He waits anxiously for her opinion, his wife, as she looks over his sweaty complexion. He takes his hat off, runs his fingers through his hair and tousles it so that it falls in all directions.

“So,” Eurydice responds, biting her lip and holding her hands out for their daughter. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

He gives Melody back to her, confused as he watches her walk away again. Eurydice finds her way to Persephone, who is sitting contentedly on a bench, watching Junie play on the playground. She waves as Eurydice approaches, pats the space next to her on the bench.

“Where’s the baseball superstar?” She teases, clapping affectionately at Junie as she twirls around in the grass. Eurydice bites her lower lip, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“I was hoping you could do me a favor…”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Just. I have to pee and I don’t want to take her into this bathroom-can you watch her a sec?”

Persephone does not believe her younger counterpart for a second, but nods her head and holds out her hands anyway. Challenging, she looks at Eurydice through lowered eyelids.

“You have five minutes.”

“Five??”

“Five.” She is firm as Junie scrambles over to her on her little legs, leans forward and kisses Melody’s head affectionately. Eurydice pouts-only slight;y-but just enough for Persephone to catch. “Pout at me and you don’t get anything.”

“Fine.” Eurydice turns on her heel and makes her way back to the gate, walking as fast as she believes can be considered normal. The sight she sees there has her rolling her eyes again, slowing her pace slightly as she throws her arms into the sky.

“Are you kidding me, Orpheus?” He husband turns to wave at her, the grin on his face endearing and innocent. He has a snowcone in his hand-a rainbow one, to be exact-and he holds it out to her excitedly.

“Look what they gave us!” Eurydice is able to make herself seem much taller in stature when she’s upset; she crosses her arms over her chest before gesturing wildly to his snowcone, then looking up at him with disappointment.

“Do you think this is the time for a snowcone? I asked you to wait here, took our daughter away, and you really thought it’d be the best time for some fucking flavored ice.”

“I...what?”

Eurydice groans, takes two wide steps to close the distance between them. She lifts herself up on her toes, using his shoulders as support as she whispers in his ear.

“I don’t give a damn about your snowcone. Come on, we have four minutes.” Boldly, Eurydice knocks the snowcone from Orpheus’s hand and pulls him, the stark comparison of such a small girl pulling this lanky, beanpole of a man behind her humorous if not for the look of undisturbed focus behind her dark eyes. She brings him to the first spot she can find, instructs him to duck his head down before pulling his arm hard, his body bumping into hers clumsily.

“Sorry,” he squeaks, breathless as her hands have already found the hem of his pants.

“Don’t apologize,” Eurydice hisses, taking hold of his hands and pressing them hard on her waist. “Just fuck me.”

Orpheus feels his head begin to spin, the breath knocked out of his body by Eurydice’s fingers dropping under the waistband of his underwear. She moves hastily, clumsily, knowing the time limit as a challenge. She grins at his inability to control himself, his knees buckling and his soft tenor calling her name. He’s in just enough of a cognizant state to attempt a reciprocation, thankful for the ease of access her leggings allow. She sighs, tipping her head back; his name on her lips, attempting to be quiet and discreet, is a sound sweeter to his ears than any of the music he has played, and Orpheus can’t help his own sweet, lopsided smile.

There is a ringing that joins them, then, and Eurydice grabs hold of Orpheus’s cheeks as he begins to pull away from her.

“Fuck it,” she implores, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Let it ring.”

They do; Eurydice turns her attention to him fully, a sequence of unbuttoning and kissing bare skin in a trail down his chest. The ringing stops momentarily, then starts back up again at full volume, just as her lips have come to his hips. She looks up at him, letting out a deeply frustrated sigh before holding up a finger to her lips.

“Yes, Seph?”

Eurydice can barely hear anything save the sound of her whimpering baby; it’s her mama cry, she knows it by the way the tears cause a slight hiccup in her voice. Shit, she swears as she picks herself up from the ground, biting hard on her lip.

“I’ll be there soon,” it’s all she can manage to say before she hangs the phone up, pulls up her leggings, and smooths her hair back down again.

…

They’re sitting in the sun on the night of his fourth game-the team is coming along fantastically, gaining confidence in their abilities and actually racking up some points on the scoreboard. It’s an exciting ritual, attending baseball games once a week, but Eurydice has let herself become fully committed to being as supportive as possible, and that means the outward groan from Persephone when she, Junie, and Hades meet her at the apartment to go to the game.

“You really have to be like this…” It’s half question, half statement. Persephone very outwardly rolls her eyes, looking Eurydice up and down. She’s dressed in Orpheus’s second jersey, one that fits slightly loose and falls to her mid-thigh. She’s paired it with high socks and white sneakers, leaving a fair expanse of her legs exposed. Eurydice grins, turns and looks over her shoulder to see Persephone shake her head, a bemused smile lighting her teasing features. Orpheus’s name is on the back of her jersey, and Eurydice shrugs her shoulders before holding up a finger.

“Mock me all you want, but you won’t be saying anything once you see the baby.” Eurydice turns and moves to the nursery, the sight of her tiny body in the dress-like jersey sauntering around the apartment a sight that has Persephone chuckling to herself. Eurydice emerges with Melody on her hip, cooing as the tiny, chunky baby blinks her sleepy eyes at her mother. She’s in a big red tutu with a matching bow, large on her tiny head of poofy brown hair. Her legs are covered by leg warmers with big baseballs on them, white socks that are a mock-up of Eurydice’s sneakers. Eurydice holds her out to Persephone while covering her with tiny kisses on her chubby cheeks; gesturing to the onesie that reads Daddy’s #1 fan.

“You do know that this is an adult league, right? It’s essentially hometown recreation for bored adults with nothing to do, not for wives who want to lust over their husbands from the stands. Their husbands who-arguably-can’t actually play baseball for shit.”

“He’s getting better!” Eurydice argues, face reddening as she brings Melody back to her chest.

“Eurydice, seriously….I’m allowed to say it because I raised him, that boy doesn’t have an athletic bone in his body.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree, then.” The younger woman smirks, grabbing her keys from the counter and ushering her family from the apartment, pointedly speaking to her young daughter in a soft, sing-song voice. “Right, Mel? Seph doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Your daddy’s perfectly athletic.”

“Junie, go see daddy for a minute,” Persephone urges, waiting for her own daughter to skip ahead before tossing a round foil packet at her younger counterpart. Eurydice ducks before the condom can hit her, laughing.

……

They find a seat in the first row of the stands-not a challenging feat, considering the nature of a recreational adult league playing in the park in the time between toddler little league and preteen boys competing for college-scouting clout. Eurydice scans the mass of players until she sees him; her husband, dressed in the white jersey and pants that fit him just right, leans over the dugout. He smiles at another player’s joke as he bends down to fix his shoes, running a hand through his already sweaty hair. Eurydice finds herself grinning wildly, unable to look away, lost in the way Orpheus’s lanky body seems to move so fluidly.

Persephone, on the other hand, laughs at her son. Orpheus can barely tie his own shoes, fumbling with the laces for a moment before swiftly finishing the job. He follows the team in their warm-up jog and it takes everything within her as the woman who raised him to suppress her laughter as he jogs by, waving and smiling at them. His run is less than graceful, a sort of stumbling movement resembling the last gazelle in a herd who is more than likely to be picked off by the beast chasing them. But he is happy, almost confident in these movements. From beside her, Eurydice cheers loudly, clearly love-blind to her husband’s own awkward stumbling.

She finds it endearing, Eurydice, as her eyes follow her lankily built man. He talks animatedly to the man running beside him, and as he passes their seat he slows down, running a hand along the wired fence as his eyes widen.

“You can do it, daddy!” Eurydice holds Melody on her leg, which she’s propped up on the bleacher in front of her as a stool. His jersey slides up her thigh just enough to expose most of her skin. A short pair of spandex is her only cover, and even then Persephone had taunted her; are you even wearing pants right now? Orpheus smiles as he passes them, waving excitedly at Melody. Then his eyes widen and his face grows red. He turns his head long after he’s run by them, looking at Eurydice with the unhidden drop of his jaw, without words. She waves again, with a grin craftily hiding its mischief to the unaware crowd. Persephone, however, sees right through the young mom’s game. She puts her hand on her shoulder, guides her back to her seat.

“So, I had a question,” Eurydice holds Melody close to her chest as they wait for the game to begin, opening her shirt in response to her slight whimpering and waiting patiently for her to latch on.

“What?”

“Can you watch Melody for a little bit after the game? I have some errands to run, and,”

“Don’t even,” Persephone looks at Eurydice underneath narrowed eyes, shaking her head slightly. “Do you think I was born yesterday? You want me to watch your baby-your very attached to your hip baby-so you can go off and be a dirty milf. How do you know I don’t have plans later?”

“Because Hades has a meeting tonight downtown-I do pay attention, you know. Also, how the fuck do you know that’s what I’m trying to do? Maybe I just need a minute to get the house clean.”

Persephone laughs, a full and very loud chuckle.

“Eurydice, come on. You’re not even wearing a bra!”

From her place on the bleachers Junie instinctively turns to her mother, then to Eurydice, looking at her with wide, curious eyes. Her long ringlet curls bounce as she tilts her head slightly, hops between her feet in antsiness.

“Mama, what’s a milf? Why is ‘Rydice dirty?”

“Don’t listen to your mom, Junie-she and Eurydice shouldn’t be allowed to sit next to each other anymore.” Hades shoots them both a pointed look, gesturing with his eyes between them and the highly intelligent four year old who worships the ground they walk on. Both stifle a round of guilty giggles before Persephone ushers her daughter to Hades-I brought your coloring-and sits back down next to Eurydice.

“It’s easier for Melody if I don’t wear a bra”

“Yeah, and it’s easier for you to be trashy.”

“I’m not watching her.”

“Please, Seph. I didn’t come here full tits out for nothing.”

“Nope. Not doing it.” Persephone crosses her arms over her chest indignantly, unmoving in her stance. The game begins, and Orpheus’s team is up to bat first. He stands waiting for his turn. The man next to him, who is slated to bat before him, picks a bat from the grass and begins his practice swings. Orpheus, watching carefully, walks over to the bin of bats and chooses one for himself, stepping a safe distance away before beginning to swing.

He’s not the most graceful; Persephone snorts as she watches him fumble with his grip, turn the opposite leg out. His shoulders are both tense and far too loose-at one moment, it seems as though he may have actually got the hang of the posture. But the moment Orpheus moves, any semblance of grace he’d had is thrown out the window. When it is his turn he stands behind the plate, shuffling his feet on the sand and looking up with careful concentration at the pitcher. His helmet seems to dwarf his head although he is the rightful size to wear it. His lips part slightly, his tongue touching the roof of his mouth as he waits for the ball.

He hears it hit the catcher’s glove before he can even react. Strike. Orpheus takes a breath, fidgets and sets himself up again, wiggling his body.

“I bet he doesn’t hit.”

“Seph!” Eurydice hisses just as Orpheus swings far too late, overestimating the strength needed and stumbling forward two steps. Persephone merely shrugs, points back to the diamond. Orpheus has caught her eye, is smiling at her from his place up at bat. He mouths a soft i love you, and that’s when he strikes out.

Eurydice claps for him anyway, watching as he walks, seemingly unbothered, back to the dugout. He still has an innocent sort of smile on as his wife turns to Persephone, who wears a tongue-in-cheek expression as she taps her own white Louboutin sneakers against the bleachers.

“I bet he doesn’t hit it once.”

“He will! He can-he’s getting so much better than that first game.”

“You want to make me an offer, then?” Persephone raises an eyebrow, eyes sparking with the mere idea of a bet. Eurydice sits up in her seat, shifting Melody’s weight so she can burp her, leaving the three buttons of Orpheus’s jersey undone as they had been unashamedly.

“An offer?”

“Yeah-a bet. If he hits the ball once, I’ll watch Melody for you.”

“You sure you want it that easy?” Eurydice speaks confidently for her husband, although her confidence is slightly shattered when she looks over to find him on the infield with the same slightly open-mouthed gaze he uses when humming a new tune. With Persephone’s eyes on her, and his enthusiastic wave when he sees her staring, she straightens her posture

“One time,” Persephone repeats, looking on at the game in progress. “That’s all you need for me to watch her.”.

“Fine. It’s a bet.” Eurydice nods in agreement before turning her attention back to the game, keeping a silent pseudo-prayer in her heart. Just one time, Orpheus, that’s all you need.

…

The game is nearly over, and Eurydice is not even close to victory in this bet. She stands now, right in front of the fence, a raucous voice cheering Orpheus on. Persephone sits behind her, bored with the game but bemused by her own heckling.

“He won’t hit it, and neither will you!” She teases while braiding Junie’s long, untamed curls into neat french plaits.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Have you seen your husband?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m asking you to take my daughter!”

“It’s the eighth inning, Eurydice, it’s not happening and it’s probably better that way!”

“Shut up, Seph, let me have this!” Eurydice whirls her attention back to the fence, where Orpheus is up to bat once more. He looks up at her spot at the fence, smiles his boyish, consuming sort of smile before focusing on the task at hand. The first ball makes it straight into the glove without so much as a hit. Orpheus winces.

“It’s ok, babe, you can do it!” Eurydice cheers, the only voice within the vicinity of the park with such an ample amount of unstrained volume. Her husband straightens himself up, nods and refocuses, the hint of a smile peeking through the visage of concentration. As soon as the ball hits Orpheus’s bat with a smack-as he jolts and runs to first base excitedly. Eurydice jumps too, cheering and dancing with Melody, giving a wildly grinning Orpheus a thumbs up before wheeling around to stare deftly, with a fair amount of cheek, at Persephone.

“I’ll make sure she’s fed before we go, then.” She can feel the surge of confidence course through her body, the way her husband running the bases fills her with instant anticipation and an overridingly pompous sort of posture. There’s one more inning to go-one agonizing inning. Orpheus does not hit the ball again, but it doesn’t matter. Eurydice does not sit-can’t bring herself to sit. Instead, she paces aimlessly in front of the fence-up and down the bleachers-singing quietly to Melody.

Mama won the bet-mama won the bet-you get to stay with Seph-y-’cause mama won the bet! Over and over she sings this verse, a tune that has Persephone groaning in annoyance and rolling her eyes endearingly. The young mother, in her husband’s jersey and knee-high socks, bounces around with her baby until the end of the game. And then, with a smirk on her face, Eurydice reaches her hand out to Persephone.

“Good game,” she mocks before covering Melody in kisses, touching their foreheads together before handing her to Persephone. “I’ll come and get you soon, sweet girl.” She promises as she runs to meet Orpheus at the gate.

He’s blindsided as Eurydice runs to him, dodges the crowd of players leaving the dugout and jumps eagerly into his arms. She wraps her legs around his waist, nearly knocking him over. He laughs and holds her there as she holds the back of his neck with gentle hands, pushes her lips against his fervently and needily, sighing at the contact.

“Where’s the fry?” He asks, and Eurydice can only let out a breathless sort of laughter as she holds him tighter, resting her head on his chest as she thinks about the bet she’d just won.

“Seph has her. She’s going to watch her for a little while.”

Orpheus, typically oblivious, can easily decipher Eurydice’s intent as she unwravels herself from his arms only to press herself against him, her hands on his chest, busy with dusting his bicep with slow, careful kisses. He finds himself nervously clamoring for her hand, backing up.

“We’re in public, ‘Rydice.”

“Ok, so let’s go somewhere private.”

She grins wickedly, with the corner of her lip but mostly with her wild eyes, dark and searching. Eurydice pulls his hand, feels him follow behind her as she ducks into the corner of the dugout.

“Here?” Orpheus squeaks, looking around cautiously. Eurydice doesn’t seem to care-she’s already put her hands back on him, tossing his baseball cap to the floor and running her fingers through his hair, then down his cheeks. Her lips find his jawline, her hands to his belt. She loops her thumbs through it and pulls his body flush to hers, where a groan of satisfaction escapes him as he dips his head to her chest and his hands to her exposed thighs, Where she’s left three buttons undone on this jersey she’s been crafty-purposeful. Orpheus takes his time here, nuzzling himself into the space of her neck with both lips and tongue. He feels her breath hitch as he sucks on the skin underneath her collarbone, leaves a trail of this reddened skin down to her exposed breasts and lets his fingers find their way to the hem of her tiny spandex shorts.

Eurydice makes quick work of his belt this time, hasty and newly skilled, tossing it to the sand as her eager hands move back to the defined shape of his butt. She moves her lower body against him skillfully, smiling in satisfaction at his soft, cracking, contented sighs. Eurydice leans up, words on the tip of her tongue just waiting to be whispered, when she makes out the tiny figure standing silently at the entrance of the dugout.

“‘’Rydice? Ophie?”

“Bug!” Eurydice pulls back from Orpheus swiftly, both hands pulling her shirt closed as Orpheus clamors for a moment of composure. “What do you need, sweetheart? Where’s your mama?”

“Mama asked me to come and ask where baby’s blanket is.”

“Oh…” Eurydice pauses for a moment before shaking her head, sighing. “Tell your mama it’s in the big pocket of her bag.”

Junie nods, still standing in the doorway, looking between Orpheus and Eurydice in curiosity. She walks slowly up to Eurydice, stands on her toes with one hand out, and touches the space of her neck that she can see. It’s riddled with red marks, in an uneven trail that has Junie staring with her eyes scrunched.

“‘Rydice, do you have chicken pox?”

Orpheus sputters. Eurydice’s hand flies to her neck, attempting to cover a large enough expanse of the skin there to erase whatever the tiny girl in her cream-colored romper and long french braids has already seen.

“No, honey, I don’t have chicken pox.”

“Are you hurt?”

Eurydice shakes her head, unable to help the smile over the very blatant, unfiltered curiosity. Orpheus is still at a loss for words, busing himself with finding his belt and keeping his eyes as far away from Junie as possible. Eurydice is about to do the same when she hears a familiar voice calling for the girl, switching between her name and her nickname.

“There you are, honeybee. Did you get the,” Persephone stops in her tracks and takes in the scene before her; Orpheus has frozen in the middle of tucking his shirt back in, looking down at the ground sheepishly. His wife has one hand on her neck, the other moving to give her a cautious sort of wave and a nod. There is a moment of silence, suspended in the air of the older of the women deciphering what has happened. She then grabs Junie’s hand and looks between the guilty parties teasingly, rolling her eyes.

“The dugout? Really? Are we in high school?”

“Oh come on, Seph,”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of me taking my poor four year old daughter home from this teen-whose-parents-are-home makeout session.”

“Hey, I still won the bet!”

“Use a condom, please. Melody’s cute but you do not need another one right now.”

Persephone is about to turn on her heels when her head dips, her eyes narrowing at the haphazard conglomeration of redness along her neck. She lets a sly smile take over, placing her hand on Eurydice’s shoulder lovingly, yet pointedly.

“Lipstick and concealer,” She gestures to Eurydice’s neck with an all-knowing gaze. “Y,know, before you show up in my class tomorrow looking like he tried to take your whole neck right off.”

Eurydice nods, bites her lip and lets herself be playfully scolded as Persephone gathers Junie’s hand in hers, taking one last glance at the young couple, now back in each other’s arms, to signify that the conversation is over.

“Oh, also? You’re paying for Junie’s therapy.”

#hadestown #hadestownmodern #orphydice #orpheus #eurydice #young orphydice #I'm sorry #i'll be writing soft simple demeter to cleanse myself now #danielle writes #this is what happens when you let me see Hadestown twice in one weekend #and I become full fuckin form seeing Reeve Carney from the third row #I #deserve hell now #he is the only valid man in this world

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction: You Are A Basketball Player

Jin:

He ran into the yard when he heard you bouncing your basketball around, running around the garden, jumping up to shoot a hoop, the ball swooshing into the net.

“And the crowd goes wild!” He teased, running around you with his arms up in the air. You giggled, fetching the ball, throwing it against his chest. “I see, you think I can show you a thing or two.”

“As if,” you smiled, “you’re rubbish.”

He raised a questionable eye, shaking his head at you. “I’ll prove you wrong, just watch.” He dribbled forwards, bouncing the ball, leaping into the air, only for the ball to circle the hoop.

“Unlucky!” You squealed, struggling to hold back your laughter.

Dejectedly, he sighed, stopping the ball from rolling away. “I’m still better than you, I was just unfortunate that time around.” He stropped, throwing the ball up in the air and catching it.

“Just admit that I’m better than you. We can’t all be good at everything Jin,” you teased, tapping the top of his head.

“Basketball is for losers anyway,” he sulked, twirling the ball around, holding it against his chest.

“Stop being a baby and pass me the ball.”

Yoongi:

You glanced up at full time noticing Yoongi stood front row of the viewing crowd, sprinting down the steps to greet you and pull you into a sweaty hug.

“You were amazing!” He shrieked, wrapping his arms around you. “All those dribbles, and passes, and shots, I wasn’t sure if I was watching you or Kobe Bryant out on that court.”

“Shut up,” you blushed, “I wasn’t that good.”

He pulled you back, meeting your eyes with a wide smile on his face. “Are you kidding me? You were my MVP,” he complimented, “but seriously, you’re better than me.”

“Well that’s not hard,” you teased, instantly apologising for your comment.

His bottom lip stuck out, pouting at you softly. You reached up, pecking a kiss to his lips. “You’re so mean to me; I didn’t have to come and cheer you on today.”

“I know, and I really appreciate you coming to support me. As long as you enjoyed the game, then that it all that matters to me,” you spoke, smiling softly at him.

“I really did enjoy it, I’m really proud of you today,” he said, kissing the top of your head gently.

“Thank you, I’m glad you had fun.”

Hoseok:

The two of you lined up behind each other, facing the hoop that hung on the back of your house, Hobi stood first, lining his shot up, pretending to shoot a couple of times.

“No pressure,” you spoke, just before he went to shoot, “but from the distance you should be able to get this in easily.”

“Don’t distract me,” he scolded, “I’m concentrating.”

You stood back as he took his shot, missing, the ball bouncing off the backboard, giggling as he failed. “Are you kidding me? Did you actually just miss that shot Hobi?”

“That’s your fault!” He protested, throwing the ball to you for your turn.

You stepped up, and in one swift movement, the ball came up and went straight through the hoop, much to Hobi’s despair. “See, it’s easy. You’re just rubbish at basketball.”

“No! It’s just I wasn’t rude and didn’t distract you, I appreciate the concentration needed to be a basketballer.” You shook your head, jabbing his arm.

“Not everyone can shoot Hobi, but it’s okay,” you commiserated, patting the tap of his head.

“I don’t like you; you’re mean.”

Namjoon:

You couldn’t help but smile as he tried to dribble, but continued to lose control the ball, watching it roll away from him time and time again as he tried to perfect it.

“Be calm,” you instructed, walking over. “Bounce it gentle, not hard. Keep your eye on the bounce, and just try to create a rhythm.

“You make it sound so easy,” he grumbled.

You rested your hand over his as he tried it once more. “See, you’re not tense, you’re relaxed, and your paying attention to the ball rather than your hand.”

“I’m still not that good,” he frowned, looking across at you.

You softly smiled, brushing your hand over the top of his head. “Practice makes perfect Joon, it’s not going to come overnight. It certainly didn’t for me, that’s for sure.”

“You’re so good, and I’m so bad. I’d like to be able to play basketball more with you, but I feel like I’m not really good enough to.” He admitted.

“Don’t be silly, we can always have a game together,” you assured him, taking the ball and passing it to him.

“You’re too cute sometimes jagi.”

Jimin:

A loud voice could be heard cheering your name from the stand, capturing your attention. You looked up, surprised when you saw Jimin holding up a banner.

“What are you doing?” You asked, running over to him. “You’re supposed to be rehearsing today, you can’t just take time off.”

“I can for you,” he smiled, “I couldn’t miss this.”

You reached over the barrier, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It means the world that you came to support me, but I feel so much pressure now you’re here.”

“Don’t be silly, just play like you always do.”

You nodded, feeling his hands lay over your shoulders. “I always feel pressure when you come to watch, I can’t let you down or embarrass myself.”

“Just do your thing. I know how amazing you are, you don’t need to feel pressure, I’m here to support you, nothing else,” he reminded you.

“I know, I just want to impress you, I don’t want to make a mistake in front of you,” you sighed.

“You always impress me, every day.”

Taehyung:

He stepped out in the garden wearing an old basketball jersey that he had, or so you thought, but when he spun around, it revealed your number and name on the back.

“I thought I’d wear this to your game tomorrow, what do you think?” He proudly chuckled, showing it off with a parade around the garden whilst you practiced.

“You are such a loser,” you smiled, shaking your head.

He snatched the ball from you, shooting a hoop, running around when it went in. “I want everyone to know who I’m supporting tomorrow, I’m your number one fan.”

“I can’t believe you’ve done this,” you sighed.

With a big smile, he pulled you into him, peppering kisses all over your cheek. “Don’t you like it? I thought it would be perfect to let people know you were taken.”

“It’s a basketball match Tae, not a speed dating event,” you chuckled, twirling him around to get a closer look at the jersey he wore.

“You can never be too careful, I bet plenty of people will wonder who the most beautiful person on the team is tomorrow.”

“You’re lucky they’re with you then.”

Jungkook:

Any time you practiced, Jungkook liked to be around. Even though he knew you were better, he liked to try and prove you wrong in little games.

“Alright, whoever can bounce the ball higher doesn’t have to cook tea tonight,” he challenged, chucking you one of the balls he carried in his arms.

“You’re going down Kook,” you smartly joked, poking out your tongue.

He counted down from three, as both balls bounced, and luckily for you, yours flew higher, landing right by his feet. “Well this really backfired didn’t it.”

“One day you’ll realise I am better than you.”

He refused to listen, throwing the ball to the other end of the garden. “I hate that I can’t beat you at this, why are you so good at this?”

“Maybe because I’m a basketball player for a living,” you chuckled, “the fact I rehearse for hours a day might give me a slight advantage.”

“It’s fine, because if we did karaoke, I know I would smash you out of the park with my voice.”

“Alright Kookie, no one likes a show-off.”

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liamah4 · 4 years ago

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State of Philadelphia sports

***I want to start off my first blog post with my thoughts on the current state of Philadelphia sports teams. I feel if you continue to read my content it is important to understand where I stand on each team.

In season: Philadelphia 76ers

I will start with the first place Sixers with a top three, if not THE MVP frontrunner in Joel Embiid. My unbiased opinion believes he is the MVP at this point in time. When the Sixers have their starting 5 they are undefeated. You have to love this stat from the Sixers and it is a great thing to see in a season that had a shortened off-season where the Sixers had new pieces and a new coaching staff.

Finally a win without Embiid. What a win it was and it should be a morale and confidence boost for the team.

Overall I can't complain about the Sixers. Sure, there are some things I wish they were doing better, but they're in first and I'm happy about that (especially if they are in first and can still play a lot better). Saving the best for last shout out to Glenn "Doc” Rivers. The organization was in need of a fresh mind and Doc has the boys playing at a high level. He was a great hire and I think the biggest addition to the team in the off-season (yes, bigger than Morey and the Al Horford trade).

To finish off my thoughts on the Sixers, I would ask if you believe this season is finals or bust? Not sure I am ready to answer that, but the Eastern Conference Finals are a must.

In Season: Philadelphia Flyers

Just like their Wells Fargo Center roommates the Flyers are also in first place. I cannot say watching the Flyers has been easy this season. They don't look great in any of the 3 zones. D-Zone is a mess and they turn the puck over way too much. They are scoring a lot but the offensive zone hasn't been great either and they need to shoot the puck much more. At times in games they decide they want to get more pucks to the net and this creates more opportunities but also always them to cycle the puck and get their legs moving when the defense is standing still.

Although it was a couple games ago I did not love the benching of TK. Goal scorers are streaky and he started the season hot and cooled off some. Also he is a glue/chemistry guy and the Flyers are better with him in the line up; it is as simple as that. Even if he is not playing his best he is still a danger to score every night and defenses have to game plan for Konecny.

People always say good teams find ways to win when they are not playing well. That might be the case for this Flyers team at the moment. They have the most wins in the East Division despite not playing their best hockey. Further Coots (best player) is still hurt and we see how the Sixers play without Embiid (best player), so at least the Flyers have been able to win games without Couturier. Once again they need to start playing better but at the end of the day, first place.

Out of Season: Philadelphia Phillies

I honestly don't know what to think of the Phillies. I have to start with JT Realmuto. Getting JT back is huge and I am so pumped they signed him. Maybe not all of Philadelphia felt this way, but somehow it felt like we were going to mess it up and let him go. Also I believe Bryce Harper deserves to be rewarded for the contract he signed. Harper wants to be here long term and win in Philly. He has given himself to the Phillies Organization and I believe they owe him by bringing in top talent. Our next big re-signing was Didi Gregorius. This was also a great move and I am excited to have Didi back in this line-up.

Even with these recent signings we all know the Phillies still need more pitching if they want to make the playoffs and contend for a World Series title. Archie Bradley is a start for the bullpen and he should be a huge help, but a couple more arms are still needed. Ideally the Phillies starting pitchers get better on their own and improve, but I think we have seen enough of Vince Velasquez and could really use some rotation depth.

Other than pitching I like the current state of the Phillies. I am excited to see a full season of Didi and Alec Bohm and a full season with this line-up. The NL East title might be out of reach with the talent of Atlanta, but this should be a playoff team and if they do not find a way in the season is a failure.

Out of Season: Philadelphia Eagles

Where do I start with this one? I always have hope when it comes to the beloved Eagles. I crave for the Eagles to be competitive and perhaps let my emotions blind me to the truth more with the Eagles.

I do think that Carson Wentz is fixable, but I am still not sure if he is the answer for the Eagles. If he gets back to his old self we hope every year is as productive as his 2017 season, but we have no way to prove that that is the player Caron Wentz is. Let's be honest, if Wentz starts and gets back to his old self and the Eagles are winning, all our problems go away (in the short term) because we are winning. I also like Jalen Hurts and thought he showed promise in the time he got. He gave me more hope than Carson did last year.

Nick Sirianni is an interesting hire and I don't know too much about him, but I am not surprised they went after a Frank Reich guy. I do not have a strong opinion on the hire either way and I hope he is successful. I was pulling for Duce Staley and believed he deserved it. I would love for him to be the head coach down the line at some point.

Their best hope at success next year is the NFC East once again being a terrible division. If the Eagles are in a rebuild then this division is the perfect one to be in, they can rebuild and win the division at the same time. Once you get into the playoffs you never know what can happen.

We all know the cap situation is a mess and we have a bunch of older players on expensive contracts. Ideally I would want to trade or move these contracts even if we have to "lose" the deal. Howie should have been let go, but if he is responsible for these contracts maybe he can fix the situation. When the Phillies won the World Series older players got long and expensive contracts. The Phillies are still feeling the effects of that today. I do not want the Eagles to make the same mistakes and move on as quickly as possible and getting rid of the money in the short to medium time frame is essential.

After this miserable season, we have a no name head coach and an unpopular GM. Further, Lurie needs to take a step back and not be as involved. For as long as I can remember (I'm 23) the Eagles have been bad at drafting. They were bad with Andy and it wasn't much better with Doug. We need a GM who knows how to draft and we need an owner that lets the people who know football make football decisions. Hopefully the new coaching staff can light a fire under this team and lead them to first place in the dreary NFC East.

***Thank you for making it through my first blog. I hope you enjoyed the content and I will try and continue to bring interesting content on our favorite sports teams. I would love to hear feedback in the comments and any suggestions would be awesome!

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let-it-raines · 5 years ago

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Catch Me If You Can (13/?)

298 days. That’s how long Killian Jones was away from a baseball field. It’s less than a year, only part of a season for him, but it might as well have lasted a decade as he alternated between physical therapy and spending an excessive amount of time sitting on his couch.

But then he came back and won the World Series.

It’s something no one saw coming, and it’s certainly not something anyone who knows about his arm would predict. Now it’s a new season with new possibilities, and anything could happen. On-field reporter Emma Swan will be there to cover it all even if she is not his biggest fan right now.

Asking her out live on-air will do that.

Rating: Mature

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-/-

Killian Jones keeps hazelnut coffee creamer in the refrigerator of his apartment for her.

She made one comment about it, about how that’s how she likes her coffee, and the next time that she showed up to his apartment, it was there, waiting for her. He didn’t tell her, didn’t make a big deal about it or point it out to her. It was simply there waiting to be used sitting in the fridge in a spot that she knows he carefully cleaned out just for her.

It’s the smallest thing, nothing really, but it’s so damn considerate that it made her heart swell.

He does that to her.

She’s not used to people doing small things like that for her, but Killian is always doing little things like that.

And it’s not what she should be thinking as she watches him throw out his forty-second pitch of the game against Blue Jays, but it is.

Honestly, though, she’s either going to think about the fact that he really listens to her when she talks, or she’s going to think about the clench of his heavily stubbled jaw, the way that his hair falls messily over his forehead, the way his sea-blue eyes turn dark as night, and the muscles in his biceps as his fingers moved swiftly against her center as he made her come undone on top of the leather of his couch with Black Sails playing in the background.

Killian’s voice had gotten gravely as he spoke to her, dirty whispers and encouragements, and every bit of her body felt electrified. She was so ready, so damn desperate to have the rough pads of his fingers moving against her, to have his delicate touch teasing her breasts, and to have his lips attached to her neck as he thrust into her in easy motions that her mind has been conjuring up for a few weeks now.

She wants to fuck her boyfriend and feel the heat of him covering every inch of her.

And they can’t seem to find the time.

Granted, it’s only been six days since they pretty much dry humped – and a little bit more – on his couch, but it’s felt like so much longer. Killian got called away to practice, and that seems to be all that he’s done since. They had the series against the Sox, which Al seemed to really be stressing about more than usual, and despite the fact that they won the series and are currently number one in the league, the entire team seems to be on edge.

And, honestly, she can tell that it’s having a negative impact on the team considering how badly they are losing this game right now.

“I’m pretty sure Jones has a hickey on his collarbone,” Ruby speaks into her earpiece, and Emma is so damn glad that she’s not on camera right now for the way that she knows blush is painting her cheeks.

Jeff rolls his eyes from where he’s sitting next to her, the camera turned off and resting by his feet, but he’s very obviously still got his own earpiece in.

“I don’t think so, Rubes.”

“No, no, I think it is. It might be an old one. Do you think he has a new girlfriend? Or maybe just an overly enthusiastic one-night-stand?”

New girlfriend, yes.

But Ruby doesn’t know that. And she can’t. Not quite yet. And not over a system where several people can listen to their conversation, Walsh included. David decided that he’d fly several people to Toronto for this series as some kind of practice run and learning experience for what games are like on the road, and she absolutely cannot wait until they get to go home so that she’s not around all of these people this often.

Ruby, Jeff, and David – absolutely fine. Walsh – not fine at all.

He’s still got such a stick up his ass, and she prefers not to see his face. He’s the one who broke her heart, who betrayed their relationship, but sometimes he acts like she’s the one who ended them and cheated on him.

Definitely not.

Asshole.

“That’s really not our business,” she sighs, sinking a little further into her seat as her eyes scan over the field. It’s surprisingly cool outside today, and she’s really regretting wearing a dress instead of her jeans when her favorite pair is sitting inside of her hotel room.

“It’s kind of our business.”

“You’re just nosy,” Emma laughs, wishing she could change the subject. “Technically, our job is to only cover how these guys play, but it does help to know about their personal lives. If Killian has a new girlfriend, I’m sure it’ll be discovered soon enough. He’s never exactly been private in the past.”

Okay, harsh, Emma, she thinks to herself. She knows that she’s trying to cover a lie, but damn.

“Maybe he’s changed his ways.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Is this what you guys always talk about when you’re supposed to be working?” David asks, his voice coming in loud and clear over her earpiece.

“Yes,” Jeff mutters next to her, and she reaches over to slap his shoulder as Killian throws another ball. “They are the height of professionalism.”

“Jeff, if you’re finally going to speak, maybe don’t rat us out.”

“Maybe I don’t speak because you two never give me a chance.”

“Damn,” Emma mutters, winking at Jeff, “who knew you were going to be like that? And David, these games are very long, and I work for so little of them. Of course we talk. I hate my road trips where I’m by myself sometimes. That’s usually when I go bug the players in the dugout.”

“That makes it sound like I need to see if I can find more things for you to do. Maybe we can get you to commentate on a game.”

“Hell yes,” she says a little too loudly, the people around her looking at her like she just committed murder or something. “Can you really do that?”

“I can talk to a few people. I can’t guarantee anything, but maybe we can test you out on a few smaller games later in the season.”

“You’re the actual best.”

“Well, I figured I was already the best since we’re family, and you love me.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“It’s most definitely not,” David sighs, and she just knows that he has a smile plastered onto his face. “Speaking of family, Mom is coming into town on the twenty-first. I know that’s a busy week for you and that we’re sending you to London right after that, but I think we’re going to do a big dinner at the house.”

“I can make time. I didn’t know she was coming into town.”

“It was a last-minute thing since we couldn’t decide on the date that worked for all of us. I’m sure she’ll call you about it soon, but I know that she expressed concerns that she would be charged an arm and a leg for calling you right now since we’re technically out of the country.”

“She most definitely won’t,” Emma laughs all the while Arthur catches a ball in the outfield and the fourth inning ends, all of the players running back to their dugouts. “But yeah, that’s fine. Just let me know, and I’ll be there. I’m sure she’s still upset that I haven’t come to visit as often as you have, which doesn’t even make any sense considering you’re her child and I am not.”

David clicks his tongue, and she grumbles to herself knowing where she messed up in that conversation. “She’s not your mom like she is mine, Emma, but you’re our family. You know that.”

She does. She really does. Just…childhood hang-ups that are likely never going to go away. Maybe one day. She loves Ruth, loves David, and it’s only when she thinks about it too much that she doesn’t refer to David as a brother. Fully accepting love has been hard for her for a lot of her life, but she’s working on it.

“I know. Sorry.”

“You know,” Ruby sighs, “for someone who got onto us for talking while working, you sure seem to be doing a lot of that.”

“I’m the boss,” David huffs.

“You just keep thinking that, buddy boy.”

-/-

The Yankees lose that day, but they’re 38-22 for the season so far, and things seem to be looking up if they keep progressing the way they are.

But Emma knows that it’s a long season, and they’ve barely begun.

-/-

Killian: Do you have dinner plans tonight?

Emma: I’m literally eating with David and Ruby right now. Why?

Killian: I figured we could sneak out and find a restaurant together. I could take you on a proper date.

Emma: Is this proper date your version of being a gentleman?

Killian: Now, darling, you know I am one.

Killian: Eat with David and Ruby. I’ll figure out a way for us to go on a date that doesn’t involve my apartment at some point, yeah?

Emma: That sounds really nice. Though I do love your apartment. Especially that couch.

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One of their producers ended up not coming on the trip with them, so Emma managed to snag her own hotel room instead of sharing one with Ruby. It’s not that she would have minded sharing when that’s one of her absolute favorite things, but she likes that she can sit on her bed and watch what she wants to watch on television without anyone bothering her about it.

Sometimes a girl needs her peace and quiet, and when she’s spent all day around massive groups of people, that’s kind of what she needs right now.

And something to drink.

She’s really damn thirsty, and bathroom sink water isn’t really cutting it for her right now.

Sighing, she gets up from the bed and grabs her wallet and her hotel room key, slipping her feet into sandals as she leaves the room and goes in search of a vending machine. They’re usually so readily available, but for some reason, nicer hotels don’t have them. Like rich people don’t want a bag of chips in the middle of the night.

What’s the point of being rich if you can’t eat junk food whenever you want it?

Emma checks the entirety of her floor, as well as the five floors below her, before resigning herself to only checking the main floor of the hotel to find herself something to drink. If all else fails, she’ll just ask someone at the front desk or walk down the street to whatever convenience store she can find even if that’s not that safe. She’d rather be mugged than pay the price of the drinks in her mini fridge.

Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration.

As she’s walking down the back hallways away from the lobby and the breakfast area, she passes the pool, not thinking anything of it until she sees a splash from her view in the tiny glass window pane over the door that looks into the indoor room.

Killian.

That’s Killian swimming laps in there.

For a moment, she debates whether or not she should go inside, whether that’s invading his privacy, but then she’s pushing the door open and closing it behind her, purposefully moving away from the door so that no one from outside can see her. This is very much them interacting while out in the open even if she doubts several people are going to be walking by the pool past ten at night.

And if they do, she and Killian are simply two people who decided to go for a late-night swim.

She just happens to swim in shorts and a camisole, and her body is completely dry because she hasn’t stepped foot inside of the water.

It’ll make a lot of sense to whoever walks in on them.

(She hopes that doesn’t happen.)

“Yo, Phelps,” she yells when Killian comes up for air at the side of the pool that she’s standing on.”

He blinks up at her, his mouth gaping like a fish, which seems appropriate, before he’s shaking his head and his hair out, the water droplets falling all over the concrete floor, and propping himself up on the edge of the water.

Heat pools between her thighs at the sight of water falling over Killian’s tanned skin, the dark hair on his chest curling in different ways than usual, and his muscles more defined even under the awful florescent lighting in this room. The want that she’s been feeling for weeks now keeps piling up, the untamable desire to be connected to Killian in more ways than just emotionally ramping up, and she already knows that when they have sex, it’s going to be different than it has been before.

That freaking terrifies her.

But she’s also more than ready.

It’s been a whirlwind six weeks, and she’s still trying to catch her breath.

Judging by the way Killian’s chest is heaving, she imagines he is too. More literally than figuratively.

“Swan,” he says on a sigh, reaching up to push his hair back off of his forehead, and that definitely doesn’t do anything to her at all, “what are you doing in here?”

“I was on a quest for something other than fifteen-dollar diet coke to drink, and I happened to pass by the pool. What are you doing in here?”

“Exercise.”

“Didn’t you get enough of that today?”

“Eh.” He reaches up to scratch behind his ear, a water droplet tracing the veins in his forearm. She really likes the veins in his forearms. That’s such a particular thing to like, but it’s a good thing to like. “This is relaxing to me, and it’s low impact. Archie recommended it for me for my shoulder.”

“Well, that’s good. You want to keep taking care of that shoulder. It’s the money maker. You played well today even if you guys lost.”

“Both an insult and a compliment all at once. Amazing.” He crooks his finger toward her, his brows waggling across his forehead while his smile stretches from one side of his lips to the other. “C’mere, love.”

“No,” Emma laughs, crossing her arms over her chest, the chill of the room tightening her nipples. “You’re wet, and I am not getting closer to you.”

Killian actually pouts, his bottom lip protruding, and she can’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous he is.

The most ridiculous.

“Oh, come on, Swan. This is a heated pool. It feels glorious.” He leans back into the water, spreading his arms out into the water as he floats on his back. “Why don’t you join me?”

“I’m not wearing a bathing suit.”

“You got underwear on under those clothes?”

“That is none of your business, twenty-nine.”

He whines in protest, standing up on his feet so that his chest is exposed to her again. “I’m also fine with no underwear being on underneath those clothes. Come on, Swan. What else do you have to do tonight than spend some time with me in an indoor and empty heated pool?”

He’s right. It sounds entirely appealing to join him, so without saying anything, she grabs the bottom of her camisole and pulls it over her shoulders, wishing she was wearing a different bra than the one she has on right now. It’s more lingerie than actual support system for her boobs, and she’s only wearing it because it didn’t show lines under her dress today. But if the heat of Killian’s gaze is any indication, the way that he’s hungrily staring at her, she can say that he probably doesn’t mind.

Deciding to toy with him a little bit, she turns around and slowly takes her shorts off, knowing that he likes her ass, before bending completely over to pull her hair up into a bun so that it doesn’t get wet. She can’t believe that she’s about to do this, but like Killian said, what else does she have to do tonight?

Slowly, she steps down into the pool, the warm water hitting her ankles, then her knees, then her stomach as she gets a little closer to where Killian is waiting, a far too triumphant smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

“I haven’t said a thing.” He swims a little closer to her, the ripples of water moving with his touch, before he’s in her space and cupping her cheeks so that their lips come together in a slow kiss that’s all soft lips and small tilts and something she’s never truly experienced before. “You’re simply reading into my actions.”

Emma scoffs, rolling her eyes a bit, but wanting more of his kiss and the feel of him pressed up against her, so she uses the momentum of the water to wrap her legs around his waist, her core pressing just at his hip, and hold onto him by holding onto the back of his neck. She can feel every inch of him lined up with every inch of her, and like it so often is with the two of them, nothing else exists outside of the darkened blue of his eyes and the way that his fingers are kneading at her ass, exploring parts of her that he hasn’t really gotten to explore despite how intimate they’ve been before.

This is not Killian’s couch.

Every move they make causes water to move, a loud echo in the enclosed space, and she tightens her ankles around his back while her fingers toy with the hair that’s getting a little long at the back of his neck.

“Do you always wear bras like that, love?”

Her gaze flickers down to where Killian’s is, the swell of her breasts as obvious as the tightness of her nipples from how her bra has shifted.

“Nope. They’re usually very beige and boring but comfortable since that’s the whole purpose of them. For me at least. So, you’re getting lucky tonight.”

“Am I?” he asks, his right brow raising high on his forehead, and she realizes exactly what she just said.

Is this the most sexual tension to ever happen inside of a hotel pool? Probably not. But that’s how she feels right now.

“Maybe. If you play your cards right.”

“Damn. I’ve always been bad at card games.”

“Remind me to invite you to poker.”

Killian chuckles, a sound that’s dark but also light and joyous, before one of his hands is releasing the firm grip on her ass to come up and brush away loose strands that have fallen in her face, an intimate touch that has a shiver running down her spine.

Yeah, that’s why a shiver is running down her spine.

“You’ll take away all of my money.”

“Little do you know, that’s been my plan the entire time.”

“I asked you out first, so I’m not sure it really could have been your plan.”

“Yeah, but when I asked you out, we actually did something about it.”

“Touché.” Then his head dips and his mouth is running against her jaw, soft pecks that get more insistent when he moves back toward her ear, his teeth nibbling at her lobe, scruff burning into her skin, that makes her sigh into him. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m so damn glad you stumbled into the pool tonight.”

She tilts her head back, wanting to give him more access to her skin, and he takes full advantage of it, nibbling and teasing and soothing as he works his way down her chest, biting down onto the swell of her breasts. It’s so much and not enough, so she tries to climb his body, to move herself further up, and he boosts her with his hands on her ass so that he can nose at her bra until her nipples are exposed and he’s sucking one into her mouth.

Holy fuck.

Killian hums around her, the sucking insistent, and she starts to wonder if she said that out loud, but she doesn’t really care when all of her focus is on the intense way that Killian is riling her up with his tongue and his teeth and his – ah.

She’s not above getting creative on places to have sex, but a public pool is not high on her list…and that’s definitely where it’s been leading.

“K-Killian,” she gaps, practically panting. “Killian, stop.”

He releases her with a wet plop, and when his head is leveled with hers, she can see the redness of his cheeks, the pink on his lips, and all of the dirty thoughts that she’s sure are curled at the tip of his tongue.

“What? Why?”

“We’re in a pool. That’s not exactly private, and with the way things are going, I think I’d rather like some privacy.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“My room?”

“Fuck yes.”

It has never taken her so long to dry her body enough to put her clothes back on, and after what feels like an hour but is probably a minute, she pulls her top back over her shoulders and yanks her shorts up all the while Killian places his chain around his neck and wraps the towel around his waist without putting a shirt on. He doesn’t have a shirt. Of course not.

Anticipations buzzes through her, her feet never able to stay still, so as she silently follows Killian down the hotel hallways and up the elevator, she’s practically bouncing off of the carpets. She can tell that he feels the same way with the tense set of his jaw and the way that his hand squeezes onto hers, and the moment his hotel room door closes behind him, she lets out a sigh of relief that’s captured by Killian’s lips as he pulls her closer by the straps of her camisole and hungrily devours hers, quickly swiping his tongue into hers with no preamble.

Then again, they’ve had weeks of it.

He’s heavy and insistent against her, and even though she feels a chill from the dampness of her clothes, all she can feel is warmth. His hands move from her shoulders to her waist, tugging her closer so that they’re completely pressed together, and there’s no hesitation in the way that he moves against her.

None at all.

For years, all she knew of Killian Jones was that he was attractive, known for his dating life, and that he was a damn good pitcher. All she saw was the confidence and cockiness, the way that he swaggered on and off the field and threw people off with a flirtatious answer or a sly smile. She didn’t know him, no matter how well she thought that she did, but that’s not how it is now.

She knows that Killian is confident and cocky, that he can flirt successfully almost every time, and that he is sure of his movements with how he’s tangling his tongue with hers and making her melt into him. But she also knows that he’s got a lot of darkness hidden behind the blue of his eyes, that a lot of his confidence is fake and is only there to hide where he’s insecure.

The great Killian Jones can be insecure.

And unsure.

There are so many facets of him that she knows, so many that she hasn’t yet discovered, but she can’t wait to learn.

Nothing about him right now is unsure, though. Not the way that he pushes her back toward the bed, his steps precise and the movements of his hands directed to cover every inch of her skin at once. His chain is pressing into her skin, the cold metal a contrast to the warmth of his skin and his chest hair against her, and when his fingers slide up her neck and into her hair so that he can tilt her head to the side to deepen their kiss, she groans into his mouth.

This is absolutely everything, and she wants to be kissed like this – passionate, possessive, lovingly – every day for the rest of her life.

When her knees hit the end of the mattress, she pulls away from Killian so that she can tug her shirt off, the clothes falling to the floor. Immediately, she reaches for her bra, but then Killian’s grabbing onto her hands and moving them away so that he can undo the clasp, helping her remove the wet lace.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles with a slight shake of his head, his eyes focused on her breasts before flicking up to her eyes so that she can see the slight smile. “So beautiful.”

Even though she talks for a living, she’s never been great with words, so she doesn’t say anything, simply tugging him closer by the waistband of his swim shorts, and then he’s pushing her back onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress with a small oomph that has her laughing the slightest bit.

First times (and so many times after that) are always so heated and yet awkward, elbows in places that they don’t need to be and sounds made that shouldn’t be made, and while she’s usually nervous, she doesn’t feel that way right now.

“Something funny there, love?”

“Nothing at all.” She beckons him closer with a curl of her finger like he did to her earlier, and he obliges, bracing his palms on either side of her shoulders so that he’s staring down at her, hot breath hitting her already overheated skin. “I just like you is all.”

“Funny thing,” he smiles, dipping his hide to bite against her collarbone, “I rather like you too.”

She pulls herself up to try to start working at his shorts, but he wraps his fingers around her wrist all the while tugging her shorts down. She has to lift her hips to help him out, kick out at her ankles so that they fall to the floor, and she’s just about to try to work at his shorts again when his fingers are moving against the slick flesh that’s wet and aching and absolutely desperate to feel his touch again.

A whine escapes from her lips, one that even she knows sounds needy, and she can feel Killian’s chuckle against her breast as he breathes her in and keeps on driving her mad with the expert touch of his fingers. He’s very obviously a good listener both with coffee creamer preferences and sex preferences because he’s doing just what she asked him to last time.

No one should be able to bring her this much pleasure this quickly, should be able to make her feel like she’s already coming apart at the slightest touch.

Emma Swan wants Killian Jones, and she’s finally going to have him.

Her hips roll up into his, an attempt at chasing pleasure and bringing her more friction even with the way Killian is circling her clit, but when she gets the friction she’s chasing, Killian pulls back with a hiss and a clench of his jaw.

Some of the high comes down then, but only for a moment before he’s pulling his shorts down his thighs, exposing thick, muscled thighs covered in hair and his length bobbing against his stomach. She gulps, the thought of him sliding into her overwhelming her and exciting her all at once, but then he’s leaning back over her, nearly aligning their bodies so that he’s pressing against her thigh, smooth and thick and so goddamn hard that her body jolts at the touch.

“You’re a siren, do you know that?” He whispers the words as he ruts against her, his lips tracing her clavicle before he’s taking a nipple between his lips and lavishing there. He watches her as he does it, blue eyes under those unfairly long lashes, and she can barely control her breathing. Her heart may very well explode. “Everything about you. Your eyes, your hair, your pretty pink lips.”

His right hand trails up the mattress until he’s grabbing onto her hand and threading their fingers together, holding them above her head all the while he shifts his hips so that his cock brushes against her aching flesh, desire continuing to build.

She’s going to burst.

“The way your ass looks in your jeans,” he continues, moving away from her breasts and up her body until his lips are hovering just over hers his nose squishing into her cheek. “The way you smile and the laugh that follows after it. Or the way that you eat so many horrible things but get so happy while you’re doing it. The way you’re so passionate about your job, about your friends, about everything you do. A damn siren calling me to you.”

She gasps, words still failing her, so with her free hand, she reaches up and traces her fingers along the line of his scruff, smiling up at him as she blinks. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re really good with words?”

“Once or twice.”

“You are. Just, like, the best.”

His smile can be tasted in his kiss, and it’s this slow, tender thing, so unrushed like the rest of tonight, and she revels in it even as their hips keep rolling together.

“Do you have a condom this time?” she asks on a whisper.

“Bought a whole damn box on my way home from practice that day.”

She giggles into the comforter and then whines when Killian moves off of her, his bare ass in her view as he gets up and ruffles through his suitcase, pulling out a foil and carefully ripping it open. He moves to put it on, but this time it’s her turn to stop him. His breath hitches, his chest visibly moving, and the curses that he murmurs when her fingers travel over his length and the velvety feel of him are downright dirty. She tries to keep eye contact with him, but she can’t help but watch as between her thighs slicken.

“Lay down on your back.”

There’s a raise of a brow, but he listens, settling down onto the mattress and spreading his legs as she moves to hover above him, kissing along the muscles of his stomach and his inner thighs all the while her nails follow the path. He’s trembling, just barely though, and she smiles into his skin before balancing above him on her knees while his fingers find purchase on her hips, squeezing into her skin as she slowly moves above him so that he brushes against her flesh.

This is everything she imagined, and she did imagine this, but nothing compares to the real thing.

“Emma – ” His fingers move, his eyes wide, and she nods her head to his silent question before sinking down onto him and taking in every inch that she can.

Perfect.

Warm.

Full.

It’s a slight stretch, a new adjustment, and she reaches forward to press her hands against his chest, curling her fingers into the hair there as she sighs.

“Holy fuck.”

“That’s kind of what I was thinking too,” Killian chuckles, the smile on his face bright compared to how hooded his eyelids are.

And then she’s moving.

It’s a slow pace, one that’s full of learning and experimenting and simply trying to find a rhythm that’s right for the both of them. Electricity is rising on her skin, her flesh covered in bumps as the coil in her stomach continues to tighten, and with the way that Killian is thrusting up into her all the while she’s circling her hips over him, she doesn’t know how much longer she’s going to last.

“I need,” Killian mutters, adjusting his position under her while he tugs her down to bring their lips together, her breasts pressing into his chest as sweat trickles down her back.

“Faster?” she questions.

“Fuck yes.”

Then it’s a quick, dirty fuck, skin slapping against skin and moans being exchanged between them, and when Killian’s hand snakes down between them and starts rubbing against her flesh, she nearly loses it, having to bite into his shoulder as he wraps his arms around her waist and turns them. He slips from her as they reposition themselves, but then he’s sliding back into her in a rhythm that’s so intense that she has completely lost her breath.

She comes with a keening whimper into his jaw, her orgasm more sparks of electricity across her skin, and Killian encourages her to feel it, to let herself fall, all the while he thrusts into her, grunting and cursing and then finding his own releases as he presses into her and the cool metal around his chest does the same, their bodies connected in every damn way possible.

Killian coming is a beautiful sight.

His eyelids are hooded, his jaw clenched, and the intensity is like none other.

As far as first times with someone go, she thinks she likes this one the best.

He falls onto her, pressing into her with his weight, and she reaches up to comb her fingers through his hair, damp from the pool and from sweat, and she’s never been so fond of the smell of chlorine.

“I stand by my comments of you being a siren,” he mumbles against her skin before rolling off of her and off of the bed, quickly disposing of the condom before he crawls back In and pulls the blanket over the two of them. She needs to get up to use the restroom, but she has time for that later. “There is no way I’m ever going to be able to give you up now.”

Why did she ever bother catching her breath when it’s going to be taken away with words like that?

Emma rolls over to Killian, looping her leg over his calves and resting her head on his chest so that she can feel metal under her cheek and the quick beating of a heart to prove that this is real and not some kind of dream. Rough fingers trace across her back, spelling out words she can’t figure out, and then there’s a press of lips to her hairline that has her eyes fluttering closed in happiness.

#catch me if you can #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic #captain swan

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jxffhxrdy · 5 years ago

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RAW 5/19/2020

Wassup everyone. Back again with opinions that you didn’t ask for on Monday Night RAW tonight 5/19/2020. I am not related to WWE in any capacity, so what I say is not bible.

The show in general tonight? Sucked. I’m sorry, but it really did. You’d peaked my interest with a Drew/Corbin fight, because I think Drew is the most talented big guy on RAW and Corbin is the best heel on Smackdown. But even THAT let me down. Alright, let us discuss, shall we?

♡Edge Accepts Randy Orton’s Challenge (-)

I mean, duh. God, I am so bored with this. WWE, I played your little game and allowed it with Wrestlemania, since Edge had just come back and let’s face it- I am a big ol’ fan of Adam Copeland. But this is just overworked, overdone, overpromoed, just... over everything. And calling this “the greatest match ever?” Really? In an empty arena and no fans, no pop, no nothing? Please WWE. Chill with that. It just makes me cringe. I could easily list 10 matches of both of theirs that are undoubtedly going to be better than this match. Minus.

♡Murphy vs. Humberto (-)

Jesus christ. I’m sorry, but you cannot take someone who was literally a jobber last week to trying to take on the biggest tag team on RAW. You just can’t do that. You just sent Humberto to the slaughterhouse because you wanted a hispanic wrestler to stand up for a hispanic wrestler. Let’s be real. Now, if Aleister Black had come out for a little pre-match tussle, it would’ve been more forgivable. But this was just random and boring.

♡Charlotte Flair (c) vs. Ruby Riott (-)

Honestly, forgot this match happened. CHARLOTTE FLAIR SHOULD NOT BE ON 3 SHOWS. I see so much of Charlotte Flair during the week that I literally do not care what she does anymore, because I know if she loses a match on Monday, I’ll see her fight on Wednesday and Friday again. Yes, I commend her for working like she does 3 days a week, that must be insane. But it is Charlotte City so much that all of her matches just run together. Give Rhea back the NXT belt, take her off Smackdown, and just keep her on Raw. Less is more here. Also... what is Ruby’s storyline? Redemption? Isn’t that Liv’s story? Like this match just made no sense for either character, unless they’re trying to make Charlotte seem like some tyrant and Ruby even more of a loser than she already is. Seriously, when was the last time that girl won a match? Please don’t turn even more of your female roster into jobbers for the 4HW.

♡Whatever the Asuka thing was (?)

So it got leaked after Becky’s announcement last week that at MITB this year, we were supposed to get Nia Jax vs. Becky, with Nia taking home the belt. But with her sudden pregnancy and Nia not being the most well liked woman on the roster, they figured giving the belt to Asuka was the safest option. Which, yes, that is correct. I get Asuka and Kairi are cute lil weirdos and they play their parts well, but this was a very weird start to the Asuka/Nia feud. It was just kinda sped through and all over the place. However, I did enjoy including Kairi. I am terrified of them splitting up the Kabuki Warriors. I just don’t really know how I feel.

♡R-Truth vs. Bobby Lashley (-)

The only positive out of this is I absolutely adore R-Truth. He is so damn funny (until he puts those damn teeth in) and I cannot wait to see how he gets Gronk. On the other end with Bobby.... I just really don’t care? I mean, 3 weeks ago, we saw the man flip a tire. Like, that was a whole segment. And if you want Bobby to seem like the biggest badass, why oh why would you put him with Truth? Why wouldn’t you have a Jinder Mahal vs. Bobby Lashley for top contender spot? That would be FAR more entertaining then watching Lashley put the beating on Truth every week. MVP is settling quite nicely into the manager position though.

♡Women’s Tag Team Championship (A BIG -)

I AM FURIOUS. ABOUT THIS MATCH. FIRST OF ALL. Fuck WWE for ending it on a DQ, because if it were a male match, it would’ve been completely fine and not mentioned. I am very very tired with womens’ wrestling in WWE being so quick to DQ. Second, why would you have an ACTUAL tag team lose to this awful combo? Put Nikki back in NXT with Sanity; you can’t deny that would bring BIG interest into NXT. Alexa... I don’t know. She has a horrible mean girl thing about her that I can’t take any of her feuds seriously because she reminds me of high school. I truthfully don’t see her in the title picture, especially not with the likes of Nia and Asuka, But you know who she would absolutely kill with? Zelina fucking Vega. Ruby, maybe? Liv even? The combo with Nikki and Alexa is just so awkward and I’m over it. The IIconics are annoying- BUT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE. You can tell they are best friends and have the best chemistry in and out of the ring. They are so entertaining and a genuinely good team. Please.

♡Shayna Bazler vs. Natalya (-)

Natalya deserves better than a year of losses. That’s all I am going to say about this match. Shayna is very talented and will do very well in the current main title picture.

♡Owens/Crews vs. Andrade/Garza (+) (MVP)

I actually liked this match! Kevin Owens is the fuckin’ man. He is so talented, he’s amazing on the mic, and honestly- he is what kept this episode afloat for me tonight. Plus getting Crews back was amazing; he is the most underused talent on the Raw roster. I enjoyed getting a taste of the Andrade/Garza tag team that’s been rumored for a while and I think once Andrade loses the belt (which is undoubtedly coming shortly), I’d love to see them do some stuff with Street Profits. Or even Mysterio/Black if we get that tag team. I would absolutely love to see Crews get that belt next week, it is time for him to. If he does get it and they’re going the McIntyre/Lashley route they seem to be going on- maybe pair Crews with Jinder? Shelton or Titus maybe? I think that would be great. A lot of potential here. MVP of the night!

♡Murphy vs. Aleister Black and randomly austin theory and seth rollins (?)

So, everyone knows I love me some Aleister Black. I think the man is insanely talented and should be in a title picture ASAP. And honestly, I’m a fan of Murphy too! I think the two of these men have great in-ring chemistry and I enjoy watching them fight. The reason this match is getting a question mark is... Austin Theory? Really? So, I know Theory was kinda brought up to give Angel Garza something to do while Andrade was out on probation, but why on God’s green earth are you going to put him with Seth and Murphy? I was hoping after the split of Zelina’s group, he would go back to NXT and maybe work with Undisputed Era or Cameron Grimes. I also know he’s not been moved from the NXT page on the WWE website to RAW yet. But if you’re planting the seed of him “following” Seth, then when are you going to make that pull official? Should they? No. Theory is not ready yet. He doesn’t have a distinct ring persona yet. Out of the three, Andrade is the cocky workhorse, Garza is the flirty ladies man, and Austin is... there. Send him back and if you want to fill your roster, pull someone who could make some good ass TV (Damien Priest with Aleister Black, thank you).

♡Axe Throwing (+)

Scrolling on Twitter, it seems to be that a lot of people cannot stand the random competitions between the Street Profits and Viking Raiders, but honestly? I’m a fan! With the empty arena era, all of WWE’s matches are just grunts and ring slaps. Long matches become literally miserable to watch (ie. Orton vs. Edge at Wrestlemania 36). Having these random cutaways, while aren’t wrestling, is something different from the usual. And frankly, I’d rather see this than most of the other matches I sat through tonight. I don’t want to see the Street Profits lose their belts just yet, I absolutely adore them, but I think these cutaways are setting up a really fun feud.

♡Drew McIntyre (c) vs. Baron Corbin (-)

Drew wins, fucking obviously. Did people REALLY think Corbin was going to win here? Against Drew, who is literally a tank? No ma’am, not a chance. This was kind of a throw away match just to set up the feud with Drew & Lashley... yawn. MVP is the best part of Bobby Lashley right now. I just love Drew McIntyre so much, I never want him to lose the belt ever. Bobby vs. Drew at Backlash, most likely. Whatever man.

♡General Thoughts

~Please just never let Lana speak anymore. No promos anymore from Lana. ~More Kevin Owens. More Aleister Black. Yes. ~Where the FUCK is Cedric Alexander and Ricochet? Please bring them back, WWE. Please stop destroying legitimately good tag teams. ~Lana Never Speak Again 2020 campaign.

Thanks for reading my rambles and I’ll be back on Wednesday for AEW thoughts. <3

#wwe #wwe raw #monday night raw #raw #mythoughts

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nerdyenby · 1 year ago

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Green time :D I’m watching Ranboo

“I can take myself seriously, I can do it” mmm I don’t think you can

TINKERBOO MY BELOVED <3333

THATS TERRIFYING HOLY CRAP

I got timed out for saying this will haunt my nightmares????

Welp, he was a fairy for all of five minutes before getting possessed

“If I have the opportunity to get rid of my eyes, I’m going to” yeah ok

This team is going to be so freaking chaotic

Them all yelling swears as soon as they establish no one’s pg 😂

Them just straight up missing the ready up 😂😂😂

Rocket Spleef

Relentlessly unhinged already, I’m losing it

“She green on my gecko til I’m insured” MICHELA 😭😭😭

*grandpa voice* “What the hell is a they/them??”

PHIL MVP!!!!!!

WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGG

I’m not even processing the event what game are we even playing??????

Hole in the Wall

Send help

“It’s called hole in the wall, not hole in the ground” so true Krinios

I go get a sandwich and come back to them adding an age requirement???

Skybattle

Omg people are dying so fast what

They popped off!!!

Phil is so good at surviving in Minecraft you guys

This is a great pov to watch live because I have no idea what’s actually happening, it’s like I get to experience it for the first time twice lol

“They got the slight cognitive abilities” I zone out for ten seconds lol

Someone help Sniff 😭😭😭

Meltdown

“Time to have a meltdown on stream” so true Philza Minecraft

I’m losing my mind

Michela hit the “girl dinner” note perfectly holy crap

Npc team fr, Krin didn’t get the memo

“To be fair… it was funny” - MCC33 Green Geckos motto

Pink popping off!!

“Icy take: let’s not die”

Michela needs to be a voice actor fr

Manifesting Aimsey back to back wins <333

Battle Box

“I’m about to run this team like it’s the navy” as they should!! Krinios igl arc

Michela 😭😭😭

Sapnap crit is so based

Omg teamwork <333

“New strat: the same thing we’ve already been doing” BASED

THAT LAST ROUND 😂😂😂

“I have no boys in my yard ;-;” lmao

Ran and Phil are holding hands this MCC

“I’m really good at acting like I’m dead, it’s my speciality” RANBOO GENERATION LOSS LIVE I STG

“Oh shi-oot” ran whatchu doin, you can swear now, it’s okay

Ace Race

Noooooo Michela 😭😭😭

Jojo calling the tie sexist is so

“The m in MCC stands for misogyny” so true aimseytv!!!!!

Literally no one wants pkt, so true

Grid Runners

Do we think they’ll try or nah?

You know what? No, I’m gonna stop holding back, Sapnap can stfu, I’m so serious

THEYRE CRAZY WITH IT!!!!!!

NEW ROOM NEW ROOM NEW ROOM :D

That was so clutch!!!

“She run on my grid til I ers” thank you Krinios

“I’m in Texas” “Oh. Sorry” 😂😂😂😂

NOOOOO

YESSSSSSSSSS

Sands of Time

WHY IS RAN GIVING PHIL A KISS AAAAAAAAAAAA

*Slow pan* “You’re homophobic”

I hate that so much, thanks noxcrew <333 /lh

This is so painful

The belated “hi HBomb” my beloved

OH MY GOSH

This red path is wild

NOOOOOO Phil :((

“At the end of the day, we are the silly team” so true Michela!!!

Movies don’t exist, we love writers and actors

Krin’s reaction to “cream crew” killed me

Yellow supremacy!!!!!

Dodgebolt

Unanimous yellow support my beloved <33

They’re gonna ambush Scott and harass him into getting this team every event from here on out, so true

MY streamers stan Oli Orionsound, as they should!!

“No one’s rooting for red” hmm that’s so weird and quirky, I wonder why /s

JORDAN SUPREMACY!!!!!!!

Welp that’s what I get for sharing a negative opinion on the internet, not apologizing tho

“Not this time, anime protagonist, now the villains win” PHILZAAAAAAAAAAAA /pos

#mc championship #mcc 33 #ranboo #michela darkeyebrows #philza #krinios #nerdy’s mcc reactions #cw caps

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askkrenko · 5 years ago

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Nuzlocke Recap (in progress)

I have just gotten home from vacation, and I beat the 8th gym leader today, so it’s time to recap my Nuzlocke of Shield so far! This is gonna be long, so... break lines.

First off, the rules: If a Pokemon faints, it goes into the Ded box. I’m not releasing them, because once I either lose entirely or win, I plan to use the same save file to start doing actual game-completion stuff. If it gets up on its own in a Dynamax raid, it’s not dead, but if the raid ends with it down, it is. Each new location, I can only catch the first pokemon I encounter on land, and the first pokemon I encounter other than on land. They’re now using overworld wandering stuff, so I AM allowed to try and dodge things I don’t want as much. On Land generally means “in the grass,” but anything that pops up and wanders, or the ! pokemon in grasses. It also includes flying pokemon. Not-on-land means fishing, swimming, berry tree pounces, dynamax raid, NPC gift or trade, etc. I can skip a pokemon if it’s the same species (or evolutionary line) of one I already have, but I don’t have to. Pokemon too high level for the game to let me catch don’t count. NO ITEMS IN BATTLE except for Held Items. This is what makes things actually get really hard. Otherwise you just spam super potions and X Defense and such. Also, I’m TRYING not to over-grind and just get ridiculous, but I don’t actually know what levels things are because it’s a blind run, so trying to grind up to a decent level gets.. odd. So far, this game is... weird and sometimes mean. A lot of things are no trouble at all, the game has a tendency to throw out sudden battles against things much higher level than you, and of course, Self-Destruct and Counter are moves that exist. I lost three guys to a trainer with two level 37 pokemon in an area where everything else was mid-20s. Now, I’m going to give the list of EVERY POKEMON I HAVE, with their names and current status. And here’s a little game to play: Guess why each Pokemon has that name! Some are obvious, some are somewhat obscure, some are layered, and one is literally impossible for a random person to know. THE DED Tympole- Gitrog - I honestly don’t remember what happened to this one... Or ever using it. I think I just threw it in the way of something. Mudbray- Mudbriar - Caught in my first Dynamax raid, Part of the TPK against Nessa Corvisquire - Liliana - fell to Nessa, and she was doing so well, too Carkol- Koth - had the misfortune of being in my party when I lost to Nessa. Had no intent to use him against her, but he was there. Toxel - Kindra - ... I have no memory of this loss. Cherubi- Sherri - Was SUPPOSED to beat Nessa. She did not. Zigzagoon - Sorin - Also Nessa Drizzile - Willow - My starter! Final member of the first Nessa failure. Lombre- Kappa - Was trained up for Nessa round 2! ... Died in training. Stufful - Fuzzy-Wu - also died in training. I may have taken too many training-based risks, but seriously, random wild pokemon in this game are just huge. Koffing- Douglass -... Really wish I’d taken notes. Helioptile- Sunshine - Caught and then basically immediately died to... something or other. Boltund- Thunderbutt - helped fight through Nessa, died shortly after. One of these three pokemon was a Self-Destructing Drifloom, but I don’t remember which. Vanillite - Friendly Roselia - Darien Skorupi - Venom: After Darien took down Nessa, things were going great, and then some random guy with two level 37s in a cafe challenged me and killed these three. Note that the gym leader AFTER this was still only like level 25. Pawniard- Gwyn - Took to the fairy gym to use Steel type moves against, but didn’t survive the gym leader. Morgrem - Jareth - Taken out by a surprise fighting attack on a non-fighting pokemon. Greedent - Rastogar - Okay, this name is impossible to know because I got it wrong, but if I got it right, you’d just google it, so points if you can figure out what name I forgot and mangled into this. He fell on me from a tree, and he sucked the whole time. He was there to fill space and no tears were shed when he fell. Pangoro- Gray - Bonus points if you can figure out the super roundabout way I came to a name that’s really just a mixture of his colors. Never amounted to much. Vullaby- Carri -... Never did anything. Died somehow. Perrserker- Gimli - Counter-Death the first. He was doing so well before that, too! Arcanine - James - the best boy. Was one of my earliest catches, only survived the first Nessa wipe because he was hiding in my box so Cherubi could fight. Carried me through a huge chunk of the game. First pokemon to get that super-friendship where it’s constantly bugging you about it. Soft and fluffy. Defeated on Route 9 by Sawk using Counter. Abomasnow- Michelle - ...This was earlier today, how did I already forget? Xatu- Maya - Took her on a Dynamax raid. For the record, I’ve done a decent number, but the difficulty seems to have risen with levels and she got smushed. Garrploct- El Ocho- Captured and overtrained him for the Dark gym which worked out great! Fell to the ‘Dragon’ gym leader. Dusclops- Grimm - Fell to the Dragon gym leader. Beartic- Polerberr - Was supposed to be my ace against the Dragon gym leader, but he got one-shot by a dynamax rock move. Also, what kind of a dragon leader only has two dragons? THE LIVING:

So, that was a lot of dead, here are the... four pokemon I have in a box, not including my team. Barboach- Mudkip - He’s cool, but I’m overflowing with water types. Octillery- Hugs- Caught him, haven’t used him. Chewtle- Spike - Caught him super early, never used him. Gyarados - Shenron- Fished him up, only put him in my party enough to evolve him. And now, MY TEAM! I do have an extra spot on it, but I already have two water types and literally everything I have left in my box is a water type. Corvisquire - LumDul- Yeah, species clause, but I saw him and I wanted a new one. Haven’t gotten much use of him yet. He just slid in after the recent losses to Raihan. Dracovish - Abomination - kinda wanna just kill this thing myself, it’s made with mad and horrid science, but I’m low on Pokemon. Toxicroak - Napoleon - Trained him up for the Dark gym, and he’s been doing pretty well. Skutank - Gross - I slid this into my party way back to fight Ghosts and it just... keeps doing good work. I’ve never been a fan of this pokemon, but she’s doing really well, and Toxic + Venoshock is just good stuff. And finally, the most important pokemon in my game... Wishiwashi- Fish- With leftovers and Aqua Ring, often hiding with Dive, Fish are able to stand up to just about anything and just chill through long fights. Fish are my longest-running team member at this point by a significant margin, having joined right after the Nessa wipe to replace Willow, and they have continually been the backbone of my team. Also this one time they survived a Claydoll Self-Destruct at 2 HP. If I make it through this Nuzlocke, even if I lose Wishiwashi now, Fish will have been the MVP.

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Lang Plays Fire Emblem: Three Houses

I’m playing them in this order: Blue Lions, Black Eagles, Church of Seiros, and then Golden Deer. (I organized them by how likely it is to have a true final boss who is actually as relevant to the lore as the opening cutscene. And also because I thoroughly spoiled myself about that.)

So, after sinking what the game tells me was eighty hours into a single playthrough, here’s my thoughts on the first thing I tackled.

Spoilers below the cut.

Very Early Game (Blue Lions):

It’s the Fire Emblem Dad! (I played Path of Radiance. I’ve seen this dude before.)

Hi Claude. Sorry, I’m gonna steal every single one of your peers I can catch. Same to you, Edelgard.

Dimitri is so awkward it’s almost palpable.

Aww, Ashe and Annette are adorable. Mercedes has that dead anime mom hairstyle that sets my teeth on edge, but she’s super nice. It’ll take me longer to warm up to the boys, I think.

Felix is the token “I MUST BECOME STRONGER” myrmidon character. Gotta have at least one per game, apparently.

Sylvain = Sain. Token womanizer cavalier. His support list is pretty odd, though.

Dedue = the guy who done punch things. And he *has* to punch things, because he’s slow as hell and his speed growth isn’t great.

What the fuck is that strength growth, Dimitri. What the fuck is that Charm growth.

I was so close to making him my team’s designated Dancer unit, you guys.

Beleth is gonna be their teacher and somehow I don’t imagine this going super well.

Pre-Timeskip School Life:

Once again, I regret not being able to support with characters who’ve firmly attached themselves to the other two houses. (Which is only like three people in my “gotta catch ‘em all” playthrough, but whatever.)

But I can support all the recruitables, which is...something that took me a long while to do.

The first person I stole for the Blue Lions was Caspar. The first person who straight-up joined was Flayn. Yay, auxiliary punchers and auxiliary-auxiliary healers!

Ashe, your adoptive father really didn’t need to die. You were right. It was all bad all the way down.

Flayn gets kidnapped and I fuck around for a month raising everyone else’s supports and realizing Seteth’s too distraught to train my Lance level. Dangit.

I missed the opportunity to support with Leonie entirely because her personality put me off for the first few in-game months, and it turns out you can only start her support chain while Jeralt is alive.

Dammit. Now I’ve gotta train with lances.

What’s-his-fuck over at the village sure did do a thing, didn’t he. And if he hadn’t dropped his disguise just then he could have gotten away with it.

Their scheme would’ve failed faster if anybody around this fucking monastery could apply logic to shapeshifter shenanigans.

Seriously, no one should have trusted Monica.

You vanish over the course of a year, and come back with your personality totally inverted.

Tomas/Solon had just demonstrated what it looks like when these dickbags drop cover, and then everyone subsequently failed to make the correct deduction. If they hadn’t, Jeralt would’ve lived.

Dad-stabbing: A theme of Fire Emblem games. Seriously. Check out the huge list of dead dads (which goes all the way back to the first game in the series.)

Also dead moms, but for some reason moms are less prominent in the series as a whole.

For the purposes of this analysis, we are also including every single boss who had kids. Which isn’t most of them, but god damn there are still a lot of dead dads.

Dorotheaaaaaa be my frieeeeeeend

Yoinked Linhardt after finally showering him in enough gifts to get his sleepy ass to sign transfer papers.

Swiped Marianne, Bernadetta, Petra, Ignatz, Alois (kinda), Shamir (sorta), Manuela (iffy), Hanneman (yoink), Catherine (see previous), Hilda (how), Lorenz (woop woop), and Leonie (sigh).

The Death Knight remains, for the moment, unpillaged for his Dark Seal drops. This time it was an accident: I killed everyone else in the room except for him and a priest/mage, but then that last dude squared up with Felix and died.

All the points I poured into their associated skills and their supports, however, left one big gap:

DAMMIT FERDINAND, I’M TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE. WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT HEAVY ARMOR. RAPHAEL JOINED UP DESPITE THAT.

(I got a B-rank support with him and he popped into my office to say he was transferring, nbd. Ferdinand’s B-rank is locked until after the timeskip.)

tl;dr: The only recruitable character I missed was Ferdinand.

Seteth and Gilbert don’t do shit until post-timeskip and Rhea isn’t playable, so w/e.

As soon as I say that, Seteth and Flayn have a paralogue. It’s a beach level. I hate beach levels and desert levels. Seteth gets to be MVP because he’s the only jerk who can fly.

They have a little speech after the paralogue level that reveals that they’re actually father and daughter, not siblings. And the whole story of this little subplot basically confirms that they’re dragons.

Neither of them transform over the course of the game, and that’s okay.

Ruh-roh, Raggy. Let’s see who’s really under the Flame Emperor’s mask--

“AND I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT TOO, IF NOT FOR--oh wait teleportation exists. BYE!”

Dimitri proceeds to thoroughly lose any chill he ever pretended to have, and I’m 99% sure the villain in question isn’t actually old enough to have caused the Tragedy of Duscur. Unless the biographies in the notes were lying.

Now, the backup dancers over there sure as shit are, but logical reasoning has its time and place.

Whatever. Time for stabbing.

WE ALREADY KNOW THESE PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF MAKING THEMSELVES LOOK LIKE ANYONE, MASKS TOTALLY UNNECESSARY. THE VICTIM ONLY HAS TO DISAPPEAR FOR A WHILE.

WHY AREN’T WE CHECKING THAT AS A BASIC PRECAUTION.

THERE HAVE BEEN THREE OF THESE CREEPS ALREADY.

Their name is too long and I should call them Morlocks.

But seriously, check for infiltrators.

What passes for strategy around here: Take Paladin Dimitri, plunk his overleveled ass down on a corner where all the enemies’ targeting reticles converge, and wait five minutes for all the counterkill animations to play out.

If I wanna try the same with Sylvain, he needs to be backed up by at least Annette and probably Felix. Maybe even Mercedes if she’s not already busy slinging Physics around.

Dimitri’s fine with just sitting around with a forged Steel Lance and poking holes in everything.

Beleth can do the same, but is much more reliant on dodging and not just facetanking axes.

The little “no damage!” sound effect is still very satisfying. Yes, game, my Defense/Resistance has escaped the bounds of your damage curve.

Dorothea became my Dancer unit, because despite Dimitri having twenty-eight Charm to her nineteen, he begged me not to and also is better sitting on a corner and killing everything.

Huh, the monastery is sure being invad--you know, Edelgard, if it wasn’t already really obvious that your faction is basically the “villain route” in Samurai Warriors parlance, using giant mop-headed demonic beasts as shock troops would probably give it away to observers. If they weren’t already running away in abject terror.

The principle from How to Train Your Dragon still applies: A downed dragon is a dead dragon. If Rhea didn’t want to basically get mobbed, she should’ve stayed in the air and acted as flying artillery for the Knights of Seiros with her mouth laser. She could’ve sat on top of a wall and fired with relative impunity.

Sure, some demonic beasts can fly, but there weren’t any in that cutscene and the flying ones have, mechanically, one less health meter than the landbound ones.

Also, they’re pushovers.

And there’s the washed-out creep brigade! They look like the Grimleal, but with more feathers and less of a tan.

...And there goes Beleth, off to have a five-year nap.

Welp.

Post Timeskip:

Oh good, it’s been five years. Beleth, I hate to break it to you, but you’re probably at least slightly dragon at this point. Check your ears if you have a chance.

Tiki canonically napped for like 99% of her three thousand years in Awakening, ironically enough, so it’s not like dragon-people are exactly early risers.

Poor rando gets asked “what year is it” like that question is ever used outside of fiction. Beleth doesn’t read time travel books, I take it.

“oh you probably shouldn’t go to the monastery, it’s like super haunted and shit”

“sorry what was that i couldn’t hear you over the sound of me climbing up to the monastery”

Eyyyy, it’s a lance-wielding pirate.

...Hi, Dimitri. Where’d your macaroni hair go.

You know, it’s not surprising that Dimitri would think Beleth was a hallucination. He spent a lot of time yelling at his inner demons even pre-timeskip, after taking a couple of severe psychological shocks.

But he absolutely should have walked into her and been surprised when he knocked them both on their asses.

He’s been spending the last five years stabbing people, hasn’t he.

Yep.

He looks like he fell out of Game of Thrones.

Blue Lions! Rah rah something team chant. Rah rah Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen~

None of you people trained any of your skills. In five years. Dimitri you were a paladin. Did you eat your horse.

You are all getting sent to boot camp.

Hi, Gilbert. Why are you playable now all of a sudden. Why is your speed a fucking two.

THIS IS WHY MIKLAN HANDED YOU YOUR ASS.

Once again, the “plunk Dimitri’s overleveled ass down on a corner and watch people die” plan is still a valid strategy. I still don’t know where he gets all this strength (and charm). Like, goddamn.

Annette got cornered for like five turns because I was too cowardly to put her in range of a Brawler.

Then she killed him with a critical Fire.

So, I guess Felix’s remarks about Dimitri’s issues make some sense now, but he should still stop making them. I know he’s a tsundere par excellence, but still.

STop TalKing AboUT KilLing PeoPle

Warning: Sympathetic Boss Approaching.

Look, most “sympathetic” bosses in Fire Emblem kinda fall flat. The better ones are placed in the way of the player characters while they’re in the middle of a low point in the emotional arc and get utterly wrecked in a flurry of misdirected fury. Sometimes the characters even feel bad about it afterward. The worst ones are the ones who are just utterly devoted to someone who’s earned everyone’s ire by being a utter fucking asshole.

Good: Mustafa from Awakening and Shiharam from Path of Radiance. Good people forced into bad situations. Or just cornered. Henry talked up the former long after he got a Chrom to the face, and the latter was probably the best-written of the “aw, I wish I didn’t have to kill him” bosses I’ve run across.

Bad: Levail from Radiant Dawn. There is no getting around the fact that General Zelgius was a bad dude. Levail holding him up as a paragon of knightliness and swearing to serve him out of sheer admiration did not make him even marginally better.

We sure did kill Caspar’s uncle, didn’t we. I’m sure that won’t come back to bite us square in the ass. Not after he had that “this guy is a person who cares about stuff” cutscene to remind us of his pixel humanity.

I’m sure it’s fine.

Bwoop, bwoop, everyone say hello to Ferdinand and Lorenz! And say goodbye to Ferdinand, because he didn’t allow himself to be recruited pre-timeskip, isn’t recruitable post-timeskip, and then I had Felix kill him with Thoron.

Lorenz can rejoin us, though. He doesn’t count as an enemy commander once he’s been smacked down to 0 hp.

HI, DEDUE. WHY ARE YOU ONLY LEVEL TWENTY. GET IN THE BACKLINES AND DON’T TALK TO ME UNTIL YOU CAN ACTUALLY DAMAGE ANYTHING.

(Seriously, tho, I was waiting for Dedue to come back for two reasons. One: I did that paralogue of his way back in Part One and he did not get to die after all that. Two: Part of Dimitri’s epic slide into “spear-wielding mountain man who runs around killing people with his bare hands” had to do with Dedue “dying” during the timeskip. That jackass cracked a smile for the first time in ingame years thanks to the world’s punchiest bodyguard coming back alive.)

(Fortress Knight is still the worst class.)

I totally didn’t pay any attention to what, if anything, actually separated Master classes from Advanced classes other than my inability to get my hands on Master Seals. So Ashe is a Bow Knight now, while Felix made it to Mortal Savant (wtf is that name and why is the class model basically a samurai) and I spent a very long time level-grinding Sylvain’s Reason skill to make him a Dark Knight. I aimed for Gremory with all my spellcaster girls, but I admit to not really paying attention to specifics.

(I ended up with five Gremories: Annette, Flayn, Mercedes, Lysithea, and Dorothea. Bernadetta became a Bow Knight and Marianne promoted eventually to a Holy Knight. Dorothea also ended up taking Mortal Savant, which she didn’t ever use.)

(Seteth became a Wyvern Lord and Dedue eventually made it to Warrior.)

(Byleth qualified for Mortal Savant and used it precisely no times.)

(It became pretty clear that I just threw Master Seals at people whenever the possibility of promoting them came up.)

(Certification is a weird system.)

I stopped paying a ton of attention to supports around the time I realized that Ferdinand wasn’t going to be recruited no matter what I did in the final month before Shit Went Down.

Then I started paying attention again like two chapters from endgame, because I remembered some A-ranked supports meant that the characters could get paired endings.

I also stopped ignoring Cyril and started using him as an adjutant, though his stats never quite caught up to Seteth (also known as the only instructor unit I ever consistently used).

Cornelia is absolutely a Morlock plant. That is a face she just made, even in flashback.

I wish we could've seen Dimitri’s now-dead uncle, if only because I’m curious. Also, what did Edelgard’s mom/Dimitri’s stepmom look like?

Why is there always a fire level. I saw it earlier thanks to doing Ingrid and Dorothea’s paralogue, but it’s a Fire Emblem stock level type and I hate it.

Okay, yeah, this area totally got nuked. Magitech nukes, but still. It’s still on fire centuries later? Why??

Felix’s dad is a Holy Knight. Why do I have to keep his ass alive on a field when half the enemies are barely Advanced classes, never mind Master classes.

Oh right, because I want the exp for myself.

Rodrigue is possibly the single person here who can make Dimitri’s murder-bender change direction even slightly. He also gets along with his actual son so much worse than that. He’s like Annette’s dad, but with actual verbal confrontations.

There’s Caspar’s not-exactly-forgotten aunt, here to “secretly” avenge her dead brother. Dude, could you say something about that?

Three levels later: I thought we were done with the dad-stabbing.

Felix has officially lost Too Many People in pursuit of keeping Dimitri alive. As has everyone else, frankly.

In other routes, Dimitri absolutely runs his campaign off a cliff.

Here, he turns his life around. More or less. Gotta make the choice to get better.

Time to take back the Kingdom’s capital, like we’ve not been doing for four chapters now. Finally.

Cornelia is absolutely a Morlock plant. This is like the fourth character who supposedly did a complete characterization 180 after a period of being actually useful to other people. Goodbye, civil engineer we never knew.

I think the only infiltrator who did things properly was Solon, but he still dropped his disguise for no good reason early in the game. That operatic level of drama is not a trait that helps him survive a month later. Just goes to show that the Morlocks don’t have more than one type of good judgment at a time, I guess.

I know I’m supposed to avoid the giant doom robots, but...

No, it turns out I can just have Dimitri and Beleth stand in the middle of the killzone and destroy them for fun and profit.

Ding dong the witch is dead.

Welp, time to go save the Alliance, which is getting schooled by the Empire.

HI CLAUDE.

I MISSED YOU AND YOUR FAITH IN HUMANITY. And specifically in Dimitri, for some reason? I think he kinda stabbed your soldiers a lot the last time you two met, but feel free to keep being the Best Character.

Your bodyguards are top-notch, man. One of them got hit with anything over the course of the entire battle.

Your general Judith, however, necessitates Flayn using ALL of her Rescue spells just to keep her alive.

I still had to send Ashe to keep a Falcon Knight off you, but no big.

And also had to send Hilda and Petra to kill the Asshole Reinforcements to nick their stuff.

Dimitri sat there and dodge-tanked all of Arundel’s attempts to kill him until the team killed everybody else. Then Dimitri poked him and he died. Dimitri OHKOs everything except monsters now, and that’s only because they have multiple health meters.

And then Claude fucks off to become king somewhere else. Okay then. It was a nice speech, though.

Killing the Death Knight for fun and profit and now Mercedes is crying. Shit.

Doesn’t this place get vaporized in every other route?

Did killing so many Morlocks by accident lock us out of seeing an intercontinental ballistic missile?

(And it is by accident, because this route is like the only one where the Morlocks are incidentals instead of the main problem, partly due to Dimitri’s tunnel vision and partly just because they don’t drop their disguises upon death.)

Well, I guess it’s time to confront Edelgard.

It’s completely valid of her to look at the guy who was threatening to rip her head off with his bare hands and hang it from the gates of the Empire’s capital a little while ago, and then go “Yeah, diplomacy’s shot.” That Dimitri stopped being quite so all-consumingly homicidal a bit ago is not actually reason to try throwing herself on anyone’s mercy. I feel kinda bad for her, since she’s been pushed into this corner and her ace-in-the-hole allies are basically decapitated, and I stole all her potential friends back during the school phase of the game.

Also, sunk cost fallacy.

Still walloped the entire roster of the second-to-last level, down to killing Hubert with Lysithea. Hilda and Cyril killed all the bird demons.

On the final level, which starts immediately after the previous one, three characters got totally destroyed by the sheer number of mages floating around: Dimitri (whose Avoid finally failed him four times in a row), Hilda (same), and Dedue (thirded). Seteth miraculously survived taking 68 points of damage from a single attack, and then later went on to take Edelgard’s last health bar off with a crit.

Weirdly, Beleth’s Avoid was just fine. Finally let her use the Sublime Sword of the Creator and she killed most of the Gremories that took out Dimitri and Hilda.

And everybody we could save per plot constraints got to live! (Except Ferdinand.)

I’m willing to save him on subsequent routes because killing him made Dorothea sad.

Next time: Lang plays the route that screws over most of these people in service of killing the God-Pope.

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