#this took way longer than ryu anticipated

[maatryoshkaa]

between the lines | lee minho

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒!𝐀𝐔

✑ Late fines, shared lockers, and a missing love letter:

In which a frantic search for an overdue library book leads to you finding other things that are...long overdue.

✑ PAIRING: student librarian!minho x bookworm!reader

✑ GENRE: retro!high school au, slow burn, slice-of-life romance, slight enemies-to-lovers shenanigans

✑ WORD COUNT: 9.7k

✖︎ TAGS/WARNINGS: fem!reader, mild language, bullying themes, skz are all around the same age. mc is insecure and a bit of a valentine's day grinch. minho is whipped but too hardheaded to admit it. also, an embarrassing amount of classic literature/pablo neruda references.

Ah, Valentine’s Day.

Call it the most romantic day of the year if you will, but in the treacherous hallways of Levanter High, it meant a minefield of hormonal couples, crushed chocolate boxes, and supermarket rose bouquets. Clutching your backpack with a grimace, you narrowly dodged a pigtailed cheerleader as she leapt into her jock boyfriend’s waiting arms. Turning into another hallway, you plugged your ears to block out a senior boy’s cold rejection of a freshman’s nervous love confession.

You finally caught sight of your locker and breathed a sigh of relief. Levanter High’s lockers were split in half lengthwise—one top row, and one bottom row. You dropped to a crouch to wrench yours open—you’d lost your lock a couple of weeks ago—trying to block out the early morning commotion as you rummaged for your English books.

“Hey, watch ou—”

The locker above yours opened with a screech, and you looked up just in time to see a pink avalanche of cards and chocolates raining down on your head in a painful, deafening crash. The student who had called out the warning was frozen with a comical look of shock on her face. You swore the entire hallway fell silent, blood rushing to your cheeks as you slowly raised your gaze at the person who had opened the locker.

Lee Hana—head cheerleader of Levanter’s pep squad, and in your humble opinion, the spawn of Satan herself.

“Ohmigosh,” she exclaimed, raising one hand to her mouth in mock horror, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

The crowd around you was beginning to snicker and point, and you felt your face growing redder by the minute. “What are you doing here?” You asked tersely, motioning towards the locker above yours. “That’s not even your locker.”

Hana smiled and held up a small, glittery package. Oh. You didn’t have to look closer to know that the envelope was a love letter, elaborately tied to a box of expensive chocolates—the kind your parents would probably have to work overtime to afford. “My Valentine—for your locker buddy,” Hana replied matter-of-factly, then added, “Not that you would understand, hm? Since you’ve never received one yourself, and all.”

A smattering of laughs erupted from the crowd that was building around you. Biting back a retort, you looked down at all the other Valentine’s trinkets that had spilled around you. Of course—you should have gotten used to it by now. After all, your locker was right underneath the one that belonged to the student librarian, school heartthrob, and the absolute bane of your existence, Lee—

“Minho!” Hana exclaimed, and you looked up to see him shuffling through the crowd, his eyes briefly falling on yours. You immediately turned away as the pretty cheerleader skipped up to him, and shoved your books into your bag. Slamming your locker shut—twice, because Levanter’s damned lockers always jammed before shutting properly—you snatched up as many of Minho’s fallen Valentine’s Day trinkets as you could before shoving them back into the now-emptied top locker. The metal door was still swinging wide open. You’d overheard Minho complaining to the boy who always did the announcements—Han Jihyun? Han Jisung?—about how he kept losing his own lock. Both of you seemed to have a habit of misplacing things (not that you liked to admit to that similarity).

Out of the corner of your eye, Minho was still watching you over Hana’s shoulder, his lips tilted in a half-smile. Your gut twisted unpleasantly. Four years and counting—that was how long you’d ended up with a locker right under Minho’s.

“You’re so lucky!” Lia—your best friend—had gushed, while you had scoffed in utter disbelief.

“Oh, sure. Just my rotten luck.”

“Come on, y/n. Are you still hung up about that love letter from freshman year?”

Yes, you had thought sourly. “No way,” you had snapped, and Lia had giggled, unconvinced.

It wasn’t like you’d always had a personal vendetta against Minho. In fact, in ninth grade, you’d been head over heels for him, just like the rest of the student body—to the point where you’d even slipped a small love letter into his locker on Valentine’s Day, too. It had been one of those gaudy 99-cent corner-store cards, and you'd saved up your pocket money just to buy a matching pack of candy hearts. Then you’d spent the day with butterflies in your stomach, anxiously waiting nearby his locker to see his reaction.

But when he hadn’t shown up, you'd shrugged and begun heading home—and that was when you had caught sight of Minho, throwing all the love letters he’d received straight into the Dumpsters in the back parking lot.

Talk about a reality check.

As if that hadn't been traumatizing enough, you’d been forced to face him nearly every morning for the following three years. To make matters worse, being Minho’s involuntary locker mate also meant that all the girls—and guys, for that matter—saw you as little more than a stepping stone to him, always asking you to relay party invitations or trying to curry favour with you to get to him.

“We’re not close,” you’d insist to his persistent admirers every time, but it didn’t help. Minho, on the other hand, you thought bitterly, seemed to think he was too good for anyone—he didn’t even respond much to Hana’s advances, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. There was no way he’d even look twice at you—you’d been firsthand witness to that. You finally gave up trying to clean up the fallen Valentines, and stood up with a sigh. Throwing him a death glare, you pushed past the crowd just as the bell rang and students began scurrying away.

What did it matter if Lee Hana was trying to get with Minho? If anything, they were a match made in heaven. Or hell. With a decided huff, you plopped yourself down at your desk just as your English teacher began class.

“We’re starting the poetry unit today! Remember, you’ll be writing a love poem of your own for the final project—so I suggest you all get started on reading!” You teacher had winked and clapped her hands excitedly while a collective groan had swept through your class. A few couples had nudged each other meaningfully, already promising to write their poems about each other, and you’d thrown up a little in your mouth.

Romance was a bit of a touchy subject for you— now, you didn’t hate the notion of love, per se, you’d just always been somewhat...wary of it. After watching your friends fall in and out of disastrous relationships and fleeting feelings from the sidelines too many times to count, your own defense mechanisms had skyrocketed, and now you found yourself trying not to roll your eyes at every piece of romantic writing you read. Still, this inexperience only made you more determined to get a head start on the topic— and so, once the last bell had rung, you made a beeline for the school library. You would tackle love the only way you knew how to—by hitting the books. Pushing open the door, you overheard Hana and her friends muttering in disappointment and immediately recoiled.

“You said he’d be in here!”

“Well, I thought I saw him! Let’s wait for a bit.”

You peeked over the librarian’s desk, and sure enough, it was vacant— save for a tray of half-shelved books and stamping cards. Maybe Minho left early today, you thought, shrugging. That’s a relief. Then you shook your head quickly. What’s it to me whether he’s here or not? You tried to ignore Hana’s disdainful glance at you, heading straight towards your favourite nook at the back of the library instead: a cozy alcove tucked behind the last row of shelves. With a deep sigh, you pulled out the first book of poetry your teacher had assigned—Shakespeare’s Complete Sonnets—and sank into the bean bag chair.

‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May…’

A couple lines in, and the Englishman’s words were already making your head spin. You grimaced, massaging your temples. ‘A summer’s day?’ Seriously? You could swear you’d seen something less cheesy on a dollar store card. After a couple of pages, you could already feel your treacherous eyelids beginning to droop, fighting to stay awake as you tried to make sense of Shakespeare’s verses. But thy eternal summer...shall not fade...nor lose...possession…

“The library’s closing.”

You jolted awake, hands fumbling blindly before you could even force your eyes open. The library came into focus first—the lights had been dimmed, the flickering EXIT sign from the empty hallway casting a warm glow through the panelled window across the room. A dull headache still throbbed in your temples.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes groggily. You had to practically peel your cheek away from the Shakespeare book, fingers gingerly feeling the dent the cover had left in your cheek. “I-I’m so sorry, I must have—lost track of time studying.”

A familiar chuckle sent your heart plummeting to your stomach. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

When your eyes finally adjusted, your expression automatically soured into a glare.

“Now that’s more like it.” Smirking, Minho crossed his arms, leaning back on a bookshelf. He glanced down at the book in your lap—the book that you clearly hadn’t been studying. “Didn’t know you were one for Shakespeare.”

“I—” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “I’m not. His writing gives me a headache. It’s like it’s all in another language or something.”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “Old English. Why are you reading it, then?”

“We’re doing poetry in class—and our final project is to write an actual love poem, based on the poets we’ll study. Shakespeare was just first on the reading list, so…” you felt yourself trailing off, flustered. Why were you even bothering to explain this to Minho, who probably couldn’t care less? “Nevermind.”

You felt his piercing gaze on you as you shoved your books into your bag, glancing outside at the nearly emptied parking lot. If you squinted, you could spot a couple—Seo Changbin, judging by the male’s iconic leather jacket, and his lover—making out under the bleachers. You shook your head incredulously. Valentine’s Day. Love poems. Hormonal couples galore. It was like the universe was playing a long, cruel joke on you: Ha-ha, look who’s spending Valentine’s Day studying in the library alone.

Well, alone except for a student librarian with whom you had a mortifying history. Not much better. Eager to leave, you got to your feet, only to see Minho flipping through a smaller book he’d pulled off the shelf next to him. “If you want some real inspiration,” he began slowly, pushing up his glasses, “I’d suggest you start closer to our time period.”

You looked down at the book he was holding up, brow furrowing as you read the title out loud. “Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. Pablo Neruda.”

“The best Chilean poet of the 20th century,” he nodded. “‘I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way, because I do not know any other way of loving but this.’”

It took you a second to realise Minho was quoting a poem, and you were suddenly grateful that the dimly lit library hid the flush of red that had betrayed your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you mumbled, “That actually sounds...kind of pretty.”

He didn’t look up, but you thought you saw the corners of his mouth shoot up ever so slightly. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks on you? Flipping through the book, Minho fished out a pad of sticky notes from his back pocket and marked a few pages. “Here. ‘The Song of Despair’...‘Tonight I Can Write’...‘Here I Love You.’ Those are good.” Clamping the book shut, he held it out towards you.

You almost thanked him, but the words faltered on your tongue as you took it from him suspiciously. “What’s with the sudden helpful attitude?”

He shrugged. “It’s my job.” You raised an incredulous eyebrow, and he smirked. “Consider it my apology for this morning, then.”

That left you at a real loss for words, and for the first time, you struggled to find a retort. “That’s...considerate of you, apologising on behalf of your girlfriend and all.”

“Hana’s not my girlfriend.”

You breathed a small laugh. “Soon-to-be, then. Don’t break her heart.”

Minho scoffed, bringing the book to the front desk and scrawling your name on the sign-out card. He stamped the dates, then held it out at you before glancing out the window. Dusk had fallen, the empty football field lit only by rows of flickering lampposts. “You can get home safe?”

“Screw off, Lee Minho.” You eyed him warily, shoving the book into your bag before practically running to the double doors. The strange atmosphere that had suddenly built up in the library felt terrifyingly foreign to you, and your first instinct was to be rid of it as soon as possible. In the hallway, you spotted a janitor dumping a bin into a trash bag. A familiar avalanche of pink envelopes and gifts caught your eye, and you felt a wave of humiliation. Just the memory of Minho throwing yours out—after reading it and having a good laugh, no doubt—made you want to ram your head into the lockers all over again. You’ve got no chance with him, y/n, you thought blearily. Right when you’d thought you’d finally come to terms with Minho’s brutal (albeit unintentional) rejection, here he was again: crashing back into your life like some...cat-eyed, pointy-nosed meteor.

“Oh, y/n! One more thing.”

You’d already had one foot out the front door when Minho called your name again, making you jerk your head back in surprise. Minho had his bag slung over one shoulder, a pile of books in his arms as he waved to get your attention. His smile looked almost...genuine in the warm shadows, his round glasses softening his usually sharp gaze. Despite yourself, you felt your heart skip a beat.

Then Minho made a wiping motion over his face and grinned. “You’ve got drool on your chin.”

Your face reddened, and you slammed the library door shut, earning a glare from the janitor down the hall. Smacking the heel of your palm against your forehead repeatedly, you stormed out of the school muttering curses under your breath. Typical Lee Minho.

To your surprise, you practically devoured the poems in less than a week, taken aback at how much you genuinely enjoyed them. It was the first time you didn’t find yourself cringing at romance—and sure enough, in a couple days’ time, you found yourself reluctantly standing back in front of the double doors of the school library once again.

Carefully, you craned your head to peep into the panelled window, scanning the room for Minho. As per usual, a gaggle of girls were huddled on the other side, blocking your view.

“Looking for someone?”

Flinching, you nearly tripped on Hana’s long legs as she came up beside you. Before you could respond, she fixed you with a withering look. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Little Miss Perfect.”

“I—sorry?”

The cheerleader rolled her eyes, sneering. “Don’t act all innocent with me, you sneaky b—”

Sighing, you pushed open the doors before she could finish. Hana followed you into the library, still sputtering angrily. Her hand snatched your arm, French manicure digging painfully into your cardigan.

“The Valentines,” she hissed, and it finally clicked.

She’s talking about the love letters, you realized. The ones Minho throws out every year.

Gut twisting, you looked up to see all the other girls crossing their arms and looking back at you expectantly. “None of you...got a response?” You asked incredulously, already knowing the answer. This happened every year: Expectant admirers showered Minho’s locker with gifts, Minho wouldn’t even glance at them— and then, for some reason, you were left to take the blame. A twinge of annoyance shot through your chest.

“You stole them from his locker, didn’t you?” Hana continued accusingly, pupils shaking. “You sneaky, jealous bitch— of course you did.”

He threw them all out, you wanted to scream back at her, but the words wouldn’t budge from your tongue. Somehow, saying them out loud felt like tearing off the stitches of an old wound; a painful reminder of your personal humiliating memory. And—though you hated to admit it—a small part of you still didn’t have the heart to throw Minho under the bus just yet, even after all that he’d done.

Feeling defeated, you sighed and turned towards her. “Why would I want to do that?”

Hana scoffed, tossing her chocolate curls over one shoulder. “Oh, please. We all know you’ve had a massive one-sided crush on him since ninth grade.”

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks, the other girls’ snickers at your reaction drowning out any of your protests. “That’s not—”

“Not true? Then—is it mutual?” Hana sneered mockingly. “Don’t make me laugh. He wouldn’t be caught dead with the likes of y—”

“Can I help you with anything?”

The small crowd fell silent as Minho appeared from one of the aisles, eyebrows raised slightly in his usual nonchalant manner. A chill of panic rushed down your spine, palms growing clammy with cold sweat. H-how much did he overhear? In your peripheral, Hana was practically batting her eyelashes at him, but Minho’s mild eyes were focused on yours expectantly.

“I—uh. Well,” you stammered eloquently, your entire body suddenly paralyzed. Hana’s cherry red lips were twisted in a smug smirk, clearly waiting for you to embarrass yourself. “The book,” you blurted, immediately rummaging for the poetry book in your bag and holding it out to him.

Minho took it from you, fingertips grazing yours slightly. They were surprisingly warm. “How’d you find it?”

“R-really good, actually.” Then, you hesitantly added, “I...like the way Neruda uses imagery—he’s precise without being plain, and artful without deviating too much into purple prose. I think I liked Tonight I Can Write the most— y’know, ‘Tonight I can write the saddest lines...’” You swallowed, then instantly began regretting having ever spoken. Great job, y/n, now you sound like a full-blown nerd.

But Minho nodded, his eyes gleaming. “‘I loved her, and sometimes, she loved me, too.’”

“That’s the second verse,” you muttered automatically, and his lips twitched.

“It’s one of my favourite lines.”

The other girls had begun to awkwardly shuffle out of the library, their absence easing your racing heart. With just a few mildly spoken words, you noted, Minho had managed to make you feel as though you had blocked out the rest of the world. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Hana glaring daggers at you, and the small smile dropped from your face.

“Do you need something?” Minho asked her blankly, his gaze trailing down to Hana’s hand, which was still painfully latched onto your arm. With a roll of her eyes, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the library.

As soon as she was gone, you breathed an audible sigh of relief. Minho was peeling the sticky notes off from the poetry book you’d returned, eyes still watching you intently. Giving him the side-eye, you deadpanned, “She’s pretty, you know. Maybe you should go talk to her sometime.”

There was a small smile on Minho’s lips. “Does she like Chilean poetry?”

You could only give a short—slightly too shaky for your liking—laugh in response, ruffling your own hair as you tried to calm your frazzled nerves. Don’t forget, y/n. One, that he’s out of your league. Two, how this was all his fault to begin with.

“Is that all you came here for?” Minho’s voice broke into your thoughts again, making you jump. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes. He finds this—me—amusing.

“Well…” you looked down at your feet, then grudgingly nodded at the poetry book you’d just returned. “Do you...have any other recommendations?”

Minho’s face broke into a shit-eating grin, and you bit back a groan. before your pride got the better of you and you changed your mind, he was already heading towards the back of the library, sliding books out as you struggled to keep with his pace. “First of all, Dickinson. Hit-or-miss, but you never know. Then there’s Sylvia Plath, some Emily Brontë…”

Before you knew it, you’d been whisked into a world of verse and metaphor, flying between numerous time periods and continents as you and Minho perused the shelves. Just like the time when you had accidentally fallen asleep in the library, the library seemed to grow cozier, quieter, more peaceful during moments like these, as if the entire world was holding still as you lost yourself in pages upon pages of books. Soon, you found yourself heading to the library nearly every day after school. Despite yourself, you found yourself looking forward to that sunset hour, the fleeting period where most students had left, and the entire library would glow warm as though it were blushing under the swathes of golden light. And in these same fleeting moments, you found your gaze lingering more and more on Minho—the way he would push his silver glasses on, furrowing his brow in concentration whenever he searched for a book, or run his long fingers over their worn spines whenever he was lost in thought—

“Like what you see?” With a flinch, you realised Minho had begun walking back towards you, a crooked smirk on his lips as he set a new pile of books down at the desk you were sat at.

“No!” You snapped, too quickly. “Just—spaced out for a bit. Too concentrated on the project.”

The smirk hadn’t budged from Minho’s face, and you resisted the urge to throw a copy of Emily Dickinson’s Selected Poems at his long, pointy nose. “Mm. You seem to be coming here a lot more often.”

“That’s because the due date is coming up.”

“No. I mean, you seem to be talking to me a lot more.”

You rolled your eyes, snatching a book from the top of his pile as you muttered, “Screw you, Lee Minho.”

His eyebrows shot up in wicked mischief. “You’re more than welcome to try.”

With a cry of exasperation—and surprise at having been heard—you hoisted your book bag onto the table, building a makeshift wall between the two of you.

You didn’t catch the way Minho’s laughter slowly faded as he rested his head on one hand thoughtfully, quietly watching you read. Your lips were pursed in concentration as you muttered your notes under your breath. Cute, he couldn’t help thinking.

Minho had always been good at memorizing things, but he couldn’t remember exactly when you’d begun disliking him so much. You had always intrigued him—what with the way your locker always seemed to be overflowing with books, or how you used to lend him your copy when he forgot his, back in ninth grade. That Valentine’s Day, four years ago, your name had been the only one he’d hoped to find as he rifled through the cards he’d received. But he’d come up empty, and so he’d thrown them all out. And for some reason, you’d been cold to him ever since.

Minho had assumed that you were probably annoyed with all the letters that would fall out of his locker and onto you, and so every year he tried his best to get rid of the Valentines as soon as possible. Nevertheless, you only seemed to be getting more and more annoyed with him.

And now here you were, right in front of him, four years later, and he still couldn’t bring himself to ask you why. Confrontation had never been his strong suit—his words always seemed to come out too blunt, too cold, too soon, and so he’d always avoided bringing it up with you again. Minho sighed, raking a hand through his hair. Written words—that is, books—had always been so much easier than people.

He did, however, remember when he’d started falling for you.

Tenth grade, literature studies. He’d begun arguing against your thesis during one of your presentations, and the two of you had ended up bickering the entire class—pulling out quotes from nearly every chapter of Pride and Prejudice before the class president had to intervene, and your teacher had sent you both to detention.

You had glared at him once, and he’d fallen head over heels.

These violent delights have violent ends, he’d mused in his head back then—Romeo and Juliet—and with the murderous stare Minho sometimes caught you fixing him with, he was willing to bet that you were wishing a violent end on him, too.

He couldn’t pen a love letter to save his life, either— and so, he resorted to pettily glaring at any admirer that approached your locker like Gandalf—you shall not pass—until they backed off. Minho didn’t think you would appreciate him revealing that, either. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous his actions seemed—and like a poorly written plot twist, you had ended up stumbling back into his life again. Never in his life, however, did Minho think that Pablo Neruda would become his wingman. Glancing down at his portrait on the back cover of the book, Minho could almost imagine the Chilean poet pointing his pen threateningly: “Don’t screw this up.”

“Hey, Minho?” He snapped out of his thoughts to see you waving your hand at him from the other side of your book bag. “You were right. I don’t get any of Dickinson’s poems.”

Your words took a moment to register, Minho caught off-guard by the soft golden hour light illuminating your pretty features. You waved your hand in his face again, and he blinked, breath caught in his throat. Almost tripping over his tongue, he finally quipped, “How on earth are you passing AP English?”

You glowered and smacked his shoulder, the near-silent library ringing with Minho’s laughter once again.

With a week left to the deadline, you were planted at your desk in your room, the wastebasket littered with crumpled up half-sheets of notebook paper. To your dismay, none of the words seemed to be coming out the way you wanted them to. Gnawing the back of your pencil in frustration, you dumped the contents of your book bag onto the desk, and spotted your latest library book—100 Love Sonnets, by Pablo Neruda. Inexplicably, out of all the poets Minho had introduced to you, you always found yourself coming back to him.

Flipping through the well-thumbed pages, your fingers stopped at one titled Sonnet XVII. “I love you without knowing how,” your eyes scanned the verse curiously, “or when, or from where. I love you simply…”

It was the poem Minho had quoted that evening in the library, you realized, heart skipping a beat. “...without problems or pride / I love you in this way, because I do not know any other way of loving / but this, in which there is no I or you / so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand / so intimate that when I fall asleep, your eyes close.”

With a sigh, you buried your head in your arms, lying face-down onto the desk. Maybe the reason why you instinctively disliked reading love poems so much was because of the sheer sincerity of them all. You envied their ability to put feelings into words—with unabashed, unapologetic ardour, and be celebrated for it, to boot. Eyes scanning the verses again, your mind wandered to the way Minho’s eyes had lit up as he’d explained the lines to you, his brow furrowed in focus.

At Levanter High, you had grown used to being pushed around and out of the spotlight. It was either the popular girls and their backhanded compliments, or the boys who spoke to you condescendingly just to a) get you to do their homework, or b) get in your pants. But Minho had always taken you seriously, albeit while driving you half-insane with his infuriating remarks. And as much as you hated to admit it, that same fiery look in his eyes whenever he got worked up—so different from his usual reserved facade in front of the teachers and swooning students—had always made your heart skip a beat. In tenth grade—back when he seemed to pick a fight with you nearly every English class until Bang Chan had to hold the two of you back from killing each other—you’d thought you’d successfully quashed your feelings for the mild-voiced, hazel-eyed librarian. Yet every time he spoke, he left you feeling vulnerable, disarmed, and you were back—though you refused to admit it—to square one.

“‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul,’” you whispered, fingers tracing the words on the paper. Feeling a sudden surge—of confidence, or simply exasperation, you weren’t sure—you seized the pen and began scribbling on a new piece of paper. For years, you’d been afraid to face your feelings, terrified of the humiliation if Hana—or anyone at school—found out. But if getting them all out in one cheesy, hot mess of a love letter could give you some closure, you thought tensely, you were more than happy to oblige. You would write it all out under the guise of a love poem, and then it would never have to see the light of day again.

Words began coming to your head like a floodgate had been thrown wide open, and you began scrawling onto the page. “‘I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers,’” you quoted thoughtfully as you drafted your own poem. In a way, it felt cathartic—you could get all your feelings out, pass it off as an assignment, and never think about the forbidden fruit again. For all you knew, it was a win-win situation. The pen kept wobbling, ink spilling out haphazardly and skipping, but you relaxed slightly. Maybe this assignment wasn’t too bad, after all.

Head filled to the brim with poetry, you set the pen down and dozed off.

“You’re not coming to the football game?” Lia flashed puppy eyes at you, and you smacked her hand playfully, swiping a french fry from her plate.

“Lia, since when have I ever gone to one?” The two of you had dropped by the Sunshine Coffee Shoppe for a quick pick-me-up during lunch hour, but one smile from the cute waiter—Yang Jeongin, if you remembered his name correctly—had dazzled Lia into ordering an extra burger combo, complete with a plate of fries. “Sports and crowds—not my thing. And I have an English project due the next day.”

She pouted. “Oh, come on! Knowing you, you’ve probably already finished it by now.”

You grinned, thinking back to your love poem and fighting the urge to cringe. You’d read it the morning after, and it had taken every fibre in your being to hold yourself back from ripping it to shreds. Piercing, catlike eyes, you’d written in one line. Silver spectacles. Long fingers on dusty pages. Shuddering, you’d stuffed it into the Neruda book before banishing them both to your locker and going about your day. Love poems are supposed to be cheesy, y/n, suck it up. It’ll only be this one time. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone other than your teacher would ever read it.

When you dropped by the library after school, you spotted Hana’s familiar figure by one of the cubicles. As she tossed her hair over her shoulder with a laugh muted by the plexiglass windows, you saw that she was talking to a grinning Minho.

“Are you sure you’re not coming to the game on Thursday?” Hana was whining as you pushed open the doors to the library. She patted his arms playfully. “You could be on the football team if you wanted to, you know! Why don’t you try?”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not that quick on my feet.”

“Well, tell you what. They’re having a party at Hyunjin’s place right after—his parents are out of town. If you don’t feel like coming to the game, at least join us at the afterparty to loosen up a little—have a little fun.” She blew him a kiss and stood, throwing her purse over her shoulder and spotting you. You instinctively froze, bracing yourself for whatever slew of insults she had for you today, but all Hana did was beam and wave at you.

As she passed you by the door, she threw you a knowing wink. “Have fun on your little study date!”

Her words made your ears grow hot again, but to your surprise, there was no trace of venom in her voice — only a lighthearted teasing, as if she had been your friend all along. Hana really did look sweet when she smiled genuinely, and you could see why she had so many people easily wrapped around her finger. Maybe people do change. Or she’s just in a good mood. Before you could shrug and turn away, you sensed Minho’s presence behind you and yelped.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, and you could swear he was suppressing a laugh. “Here to work on your project again?”

Hana’s strange exchange with you on her way out had left your mind reeling, and you scrambled to form coherent sentences. “No, I, um—I actually finished it last night. I just…” Thought I’d just drop by to say hi. But your pride turned the words to mush before they had even formed, and you ended up trailing off awkwardly.

“Really?” There was a flash of disappointment in his face, then Minho’s gaze landed on the book-borrowing register on the front desk. “Right—your book is due today. Did you want to return it?”

Your eyes widened, silently cursing at your own forgetfulness. “Um—yes,” you lied, pretending to search in your bag before giving an awkward laugh. “Yep. I think it’s in my locker—let me go get it.”

After jogging to the other side of the school, you flung open the bottom locker, making another mental note to replace your missing lock. Still catching your breath, your hand sifted through the notes and textbooks before coming up empty. Where is it? You could swear you remembered putting it there, unless—

Breath catching in your throat, you shut the locker with a mortified bang. The English classroom. You practically sprinted down the hallways, earning another dirty look from the janitor as you raced past. Bang Chan looked up in alarm when you nearly crashed into the English classroom door. The entire room was empty, save for the class president, who looked like he was helping to file the teacher’s papers.

“Where’s the fire?” He asked jokingly as your eyes frantically raked the room.

“Have you—seen a book, by any chance? 100 Love Sonnets. Pablo Neruda.”

Chan frowned. “We shelve all the books after class, and if it’s one we don’t recognize, we keep it until the students come back in the morning.” He shrugged. “I don’t remember seeing anything.”

Your heart sank, and you saw the corners of Chan’s mouth lift bemusedly.

“What’s the hurry, anyway? I thought you hated love po—”

With a groan of frustration, you left the baffled class president staring after you as you turned on your heel and back into the hallway. Your mind was racing, panic making your ears buzz. The love letter’s in there. Where the hell did I put it? You sprinted to the Sunshine Coffee Shoppe next, but only got an apologetic shrug from Jeongin even after you’d scoured every nook and cranny of the diner. The sun was already beginning to set as you trudged, defeated, back to the school. Spotting the library’s dim windows in the distance, you wrestled with your options — if it weren’t for that cursed love letter, you could’ve probably just told Minho you’d misplaced it. But now the book—along with everything you’d never dared to tell anyone, crammed onto a sheet of notebook paper—could be anywhere, and there was no way in hell you were going to stop looking until you found it. Heart heavy with dread, you did a full 180 and began walking home.

It was no use. You’d practically pulled an all-nighter tearing your room apart searching for the book— and then, the better part of the following day running around town. But no matter where you looked—the record shop, Blockbuster’s, or even the laundromat—you came up empty.

It’s like it’s disappeared entirely, you thought as the lunch ladies piled your tray with a few sad-looking burritos. The cafeteria was buzzing with teenagers jittery with caffeine and sugar, and you had to duck as a boy chucked an apple at another across the room. You passed the cheerleaders’ table, trying to avoid eye contact, but their giggly conversation carried over the chaotic commotion.

“Did you see how cute Hyunjin looked today on the field?”

“Are you sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend? Maybe Hana can talk to him for us—if he doesn’t fall for her first.” The blonde cheerleader that had spoken nudged the older girl insistently.

“Me?” There was a smile in Hana’s voice. You could feel her eyes on you as she mused, “Oh, I don’t know, Hyunjin’s not my type. I much prefer boys with—how should I put it—catlike eyes, silver spectacles, and long fingers perfect for turning dusty pages…” She clasped her hands together in mock adoration, and her friends erupted in giggles.

“What the hell was that? Sounds like a cheesy love poem.”

You had frozen stiff as soon as she had uttered the words, stunned eyes finding Hana’s only a couple feet away. She gave you a winning smile—the same one you’d deemed friendly just a couple days ago—and winked.

“Give me my book back.”

You pulled her aside after the last bell had rung, voice shaking. Hana only tilted her head innocently, eyes round as a puppy’s. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Before you could spit a biting retort back at her, the taller cheerleader tapped her chin thoughtfully with one bejewelled nail. “But I might think harder if...I got a little something in return.”

You grit your teeth. “What do you want?”

“Make your librarian boy come to Hwang Hyunjin’s party as my date,” Hana beamed, “and tell the office you want to change your locker.”

“You’re crazy,” you blurted, and her face immediately darkened. Dropping her voice, she leaned in closer, until her voice was right beside your ear.

“Oh, I can be even crazier. What would happen if I made copies of this little letter on Monday, hm? Or published it in the school paper for everyone to read? I’m sure Han Jisung would love that—”

Your eyes trailed down to the slip of paper she’d pulled out of her purse, the sight of your own familiar handwriting making panic surge through your veins like ice. Snatching it from her hand, you quickly began tearing it apart before noticing the calm smirk on Hana’s face.

“Photocopy, silly,” she giggled in a sing-song voice as you peered more closely at the shredded pieces, hands shaking. “Oh, all right, don’t cry. If you want the original so badly…” she leaned in again, cruel smile on her lips. “Then you might want to look in the library.”

Eyes widening, you immediately pushed her away and bolted for the stairs. “Don’t forget the deal! Thursday night,” Hana called after you, and you broke into a run.

Most of the classrooms were already empty, their dark windows reflecting your own face back at you as you hurtled past them. Your heart pounded in your chest as the library finally came into view at the end of the hallway, but you nearly came to a screeching halt when you saw that the lights had been turned off. Had Minho gone home early? Chewing your lip anxiously, you peered past the plexiglass. Aisles empty, books all shelved neatly, chairs stacked. The library was quiet as a tomb. Desperately, you tried the knob—and to your surprise, the door creaked open. Maybe he forgot to lock it. You had nothing to lose. Holding your breath, you slipped in.

Even the faint click of the door closing again sounded deafening. You rifled through the front desk first, dropping to a crouch as you inspected the carts and borrowing-bin. To your dismay, they were all empty—they must have all been re-shelved already. Heart sinking, you began tip-toeing through the shelves, fingers trembling as they ran over the laminated Dewey Decimal labels. Please, please, please…

You reached the poetry section at the back of the library, eyes squinting to try and read the spines of the books under shrouds of shadows. Poets— Nash. Naidu. Nemerov…

“Neruda,” you gasped, eyes falling on the book you had practically gone through hell searching for. 100 Love Sonnets. Almost sobbing in sheer relief, you reached out to grab it—just as another hand shot out from beside you. Your yelp of surprise broke the still, dim quiet, and you didn’t have to look up to know who the warm, pale fingers belonged to.

“Care to explain what you’re doing here?”

Spectacles glinting under the twilight, one hand in his pocket, nonchalant as ever, was the boy that had gotten you into this mess. Lee Minho.

As you stared back at him, mouth slightly agape, you felt as though your entire world was balancing precariously over a yawning abyss— as if one wrong move would send everything you’d spent the last two months—no, the last four years—repatching. You swallowed hard. His hand had landed a split-second later than yours, holding both you and the book in place, and you tried to ignore the feeling of his warm fingers on your chilled skin. Forcefully, you yanked the book from the shelves and out of his grasp. “The—book. I-I realised I still needed it for the project. It’s due this Friday, you know.”

He raised his eyebrows, unconvinced. “Today’s only Wednesday. Why not come back tomorrow morning?”

Shit. “I, um, promised Lia I’d go with her to the game tomorrow,” you fibbed, flipping through the book quickly, ready to grab any stray piece of paper that flew out. Nothing. “So I—need to finish the assignment today. Could you renew it for me?” Trying to plaster on an unbothered smile, you flipped through the book again. Still nothing. Had Hana lied to you?

In your peripheral, you saw Minho slowly shift his weight, crossing his arms as he mused, “Well, I’m not too sure about that. We’re getting...careful about letting students borrow books for too long. People tend to leave some...strange things in them.”

Your eyes snapped up, fingers freezing on the fluttering pages. “What—then did you—see anything? S-strange, I mean.”

A flicker of amusement passed through Minho’s eyes, and then it was gone. He cleared his throat, humming thoughtfully. “Why? Do you have something in mind?”

The strange intensity of his gaze seemed to corner you into the shadows, and you swore your heart was pounding so hard it seemed to echo through the room. “Nothing,” you stammered, throwing your hands up in exasperation, “I mean, I just—accidentally left—” Kill me now. You shook your head rapidly. “N-nevermind. I’m heading home.”

“Y/N—”

“Oh, one more thing.” You turned, remembering Hana’s sly words to you back in the stairwell. “You’re invited to Hwang Hyunjin’s party, after the game on Thursday.” Then, hoping you sounded more convincing than you felt, “Hana’s really counting on you to be her date.”

Minho chuckled. “You know I go to parties as often as you do.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice in his words, only that same, airy indifference Minho always carried himself with. “Please? Hana—I mean, it would make her really happy if you went.”

“Would you be happy?”

The strange question caught you off guard, making you look up again. Minho was no longer smiling. His hand was still resting lightly over the missing space the book had left on the shelf, and his expression looked strangely lost under the twilit sky.

“Would it make you happy if I went?” He repeated, and you felt your mouth go dry.

Make your librarian boy come to Hwang Hyunjin’s party, and I won’t publish your little love letter for everyone to see on Monday. You nodded firmly, laughing in an attempt to ease the strange atmosphere that had settled over the two of you once again. “Y-yeah. Ecstatic.”

You turned on your heel, breath leaving your lips in a shaky sigh. If the poem wasn’t in the book, where on earth could it be? Option one: It had fallen out somewhere along the way, and hadn’t fallen into anyone’s hands. The best case scenario. Option two: Hana had been playing with you again, and she had had the original all along. Option three…

“By the way, Hana told me not to give this to you.”

You whirled around in surprise, and your eyes landed on a horribly familiar piece of notebook paper dangling from Minho’s fingers. Option three, damn it all. Mortified, you snatched it from his hand, crumpling it into your fist as he laughed lightly.

“It’s a very good poem.”

“Shut up, Lee Minho,” you wailed, wishing the ground would just swallow you up and bury you six feet under for all of eternity. “It’s a cheesy, cliché wreck.”

He hummed in amusement. “What were you writing about?”

Paralyzed, your eyes flickered towards the window before sputtering, “The—sunset. Figurative approach, you know? Emily Dickinson-inspired—”

“Mm. Then what was that quote about—” He tilted his head in thought, fingers snapping. “Catlike eyes, silver spectacles, and long—” He stopped when you plugged your ears instinctively, eyes glowering at him in disbelief. If looks could kill, Minho was sure he’d now have died more times than the characters in a Shakespearean tragedy. “—was that about the sunset, too?”

“Of course,” you snapped, your voice a tad too pitchy for your liking. Damn Lee Minho and his knack for memorizing things. “Haven’t you ever heard of extended metaphors? Rest assured, Lee Minho—I will never, ever, ever—have feelings for you.” You crumpled the sheet of poetry into a ball as you spoke with a note of finality, jamming it into your back pocket for good riddance.

Minho looked unfazed, the light curve of a knowing smile playing on his lips. After a moment, he took a step towards you, making you stumble back in alarm. “‘You can cut all the flowers,” he mused, glancing down at the crumpled love letter, “‘but you cannot stop spring from coming.’”

“Wh-wha—”

“Neruda quote. Tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable, and I’ll stop,” he murmured, eyes growing serious for a moment before his lips twitched with mirth, “but something tells me I deserve to hear more about that sunset from your poem.”

Gulping, you felt hot tears brimming in your eyes, and suddenly wished you were anywhere but here. This confrontation had been your worst nightmare, what you had always wanted to avoid. Your pride’ll be the end of you, y/n, you remembered Lia remarking when you’d sworn up and down that your feelings for Lee Minho were a thing of the past. And it was true—your pride had always gotten the better of you. You were a hypocrite, and a terrible one at that—always telling yourself you had gotten over that stupid, ninth-grade heartbreak, before unravelling into a nervous mess whenever Minho so much as threw a glance at you. And now, you could feel everything you’d feebly repressed for the last four years caving in. Crashing down on you like an avalanche of cheap supermarket chocolates.

“It was about you. You, alright?” You hissed, voice coming out more wounded, rather than venomous like you’d intended. “There. Are you happy now?” You were glad the shadows hid the humiliated tears beginning to roll down your cheeks, and wiped at your eyes furiously. Damn it all. So much for not crying.

“Then why didn’t you—”

“Say anything?” You breathed a short laugh. “Because I didn’t want to see you just throw it out again, okay?”

The silence that met your words was deafening, and when you finally mustered the courage to lift your gaze you saw that Minho’s look of disbelief mirrored your own.

“'Again?'”

Damn Lee Minho and his two-faced ass. Had he already forgotten? “In ninth grade. I left you a—stupid love letter in your locker, with all your other Valentines. Then I s-saw you throwing them all out, behind the school.”

“But I read every name on the cards,” Minho insisted, running a hand through his tousled hair. I left you—a stupid love letter in your locker. Your words sent his head spinning, and he felt his flustered cheeks heat up as he mumbled, “I’ve never—seen yours on any of them.”

Now it was your turn to blink in confusion. Minho’s brow furrowed in vague recollection. “But I did see Hana pulling an envelope out from my locker that day. She said that—she’d heard someone had been sending chain mail on Valentine’s Day, so she was helping the principal clean them up from people’s lockers.”

Hana? Your mind flashed to the missing locks, and the cheerleader that always seemed to be hanging around your locker, and suddenly everything dawned on you. “What did the envelope look like?”

“A corner store card. With—”

“Candy hearts. Right.” You muttered, watching Minho nod slowly. Your anger faltered slightly, feeling a slight shame wash over you, but you weren’t willing to give up just yet. “That still doesn’t explain why you dump out all the gifts you get every year.”

He sighed. “Look. Why would I keep love letters from people I don’t like? That’s just...narcissistic. And I don’t...like chocolate, either,” he added as an afterthought, and you couldn’t help exhaling a short laugh at his ridiculously blunt sentence. Another silence fell between the two of you, the angry tension in the air replaced with an almost childish awkwardness.

“I really did like the poem,” Minho spoke tentatively after what felt like an eternity, and you buried your head in your hands.

“Shut up, Lee Minho, oh my g—”

“And I wouldn’t have thrown it out.” The soft edge to his voice made you stop, peeking out of your fingers to look at him questioningly.

“Why not?” You asked, swallowing hard. “You said keeping letters from someone you don’t like would be narcissistic.”

He was barely a foot away, and the sheer proximity of his face from yours made your stomach flop—with irritation or butterflies, you weren’t sure you wanted to find out. Nonetheless, a tiny voice at the back of your head told you that you were heading towards the latter.

“You know, for someone who reads so many books, you sure are dense,” Minho murmured, shaking his head.

“Wh—”

“I throw out all my Valentines every year because I never see your name on them, alright?” His expression was as careless as ever—that cool, calm facade he wore like a suit of armour—but you didn’t miss the slight tremor in his voice, the flicker of apprehension in his eyes. Lee Minho, you realized with a jolt, was nervous. “I...only ever wanted to receive one from you.”

Your eyes widened, hands lowering from your face in shock. The book tumbled from under your arm to the ground. “But—Hana always told me about how much you hated me.”

“Hmm.” He dropped down to pick it up before fixing his piercing eyes on yours. “Funny. She’s been telling me the same about you. How you’re a two-faced, back-stabbing...such-and-such,” he smiled at the indignant look on your face before his face grew serious. “You’ve always let people walk all over you, and you never retaliate. It’s both admirable and frustrating to watch.”

“I’m not good at confrontation,” you mumbled, still shifting your weight from one leg to the other nervously. “Every time I think I’ve finally got the guts to try and say something back, I...I get all terrified that the words’ll jumble up and I-I’ll start to cry like an idiot again—”

“You’re not an idiot,” he interrupted sternly, “You’re probably more clever—and genuine—than everyone in our grade combined. Your thesis was brilliant.”

You snorted incredulously. “Then why did you keep attacking it every class?”

“It was the only time I could get you to talk to me.”

“Weirdo,” you muttered, but you couldn’t find it in you to make the word sound insulting anymore. Minho chuckled, hand grazing yours as he handed the book back to you. You didn’t move your hand away, and neither did he.

“It is weird. I must be out of my mind. Whenever you look at me, it’s like the whole world stops, and suddenly every cheesy line of poetry I’ve ever read just seems to make sense.”

Your heart was pounding so hard you were more than certain Minho could hear it. The way he was looking at you was nearly overwhelming, stomach fluttering with a feeling so strange and foreign it terrified you. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought that you would be here, in this delicate, unreal moment, and you felt all your insecurities threatening to swallow you up again. Out of everyone in the school, he likes you? A voice snickered at the back of your mind. Don’t kid yourself.

Shrinking away, you mumbled, “Y-you—don’t have to say stuff like that, you know. I mean, i-if you feel bad because of the letter and everything, you don’t have to pretend you lik—”

There was a flash of an exasperated smile on Minho’s lips. Before you could finish, his hand reached to pull your chin towards him again, and suddenly his mouth was pressed flush to yours. You froze, lips parting in surprise, but the kiss was light—barely even a brush of soft skin, and bringing with it the faint scent of vanilla and old books. Minho pulled away almost as quickly as he’d pulled you in, stammering, “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

That seemed to send what was left of your hesitation crumbling into dust. You grabbed the collar of his dress shirt to pull him back in, and the library fell silent again.

Minho kissed the way he talked—soft but firm, and always leaving you struggling to catch your breath. Each touch had the growing intensity of something long overdue, starting out careful—as though you were treading over the newly shattered, four-year-old misunderstandings of one another—before your hands instinctively tangled in his hair and Minho pulled you in impossibly closer. You could feel his heartbeat pressed against yours, the crumpled poem and Neruda’s sonnets long forgotten on the carpeted ground.

The click of the library door opening sent the two of you flying apart, Minho hitting his head on the shelf with a comical thud. The kiss left you dazed and out of breath, and Minho’s face was flushed as both of you whipped around to see a livid Hana at the front of the library. Mouth opening and closing in silent fury, she shot you a death glare before storming out the door, leaving both you and Minho blinking after her.

Several moments passed, the whiplash of the unexpected interruption having sent both of your heads reeling. Then, the two of you broke into stunned laughter, slowly sliding down to the carpet as you doubled over in giggles.

When you finally stopped laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, Minho’s gaze was fixed fondly on your face. You poked his cheek. “You’re blushing, asshole.”

He didn’t respond, eyes falling to your lips again, and you felt your own face flush. “W-what?”

Minho grinned. “And you have drool on your chin again.”

“Hey, Minho! Minho, you won’t believe this!”

That enthusiastic voice belonged to none other than Han Jisung—voice of Levanter High’s morning announcements, and notorious school gossip. He hurtled down the bustling hall towards you and Minho, hunching over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“Shit, ‘sung—did you kill somebody?”

The dark-haired boy shook his head rapidly. “Did you see the school newspaper?”

Your mouth went dry, Hana’s lingering threats still ringing clear in your ears. Jisung continued excitedly, “Two people submitted anonymous love poems over the weekend—at the same time! Can you believe it? I’m supposed to cover it on the announcements in a bit!”

Two? You peered at Minho, who hadn’t looked at you, and glimpsed a knowing glint in his eyes. “W-who submitted them?”

“Well, Lee Hana was handing out copies of the first one to everyone first thing this morning. But when I showed her the other one, she refused to tell me who the first belonged to.” He pouted.

Minho looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. “Do you have a copy of the paper, ‘sung?”

The dark-haired boy grinned. “Yeah, ‘course! You guys can have mine. See ya!”

As Jisung disappeared into the crowd of students, you turned back to Minho. He had been in the middle of putting a new lock on your locker, and was now setting the combination on his own. “They’re matching,” he’d pointed out when you’d gone into town together to buy them, and you’d groaned.

“Gro-oss.” The old, PDA-hating you would have probably thrown them away on the spot, but now the sight made you smile like a dork. If you can’t beat em, join ‘em.

You looked down to read the papers Jisung had deposited into your hands. Sure enough, on the left column, you spotted a photocopy of your own love letter. But on the right, there was a completely new one—and you had a sneaking suspicion you knew who the anonymous writer was.

“You know, Minho,” you deadpanned, “I don’t think either of us are cut out to be poets.”

“I stayed up all night writing that love letter, you know!” Minho exclaimed indignantly, and you just shook your head laughing. “But you’re right. I could feel Neruda turning in his grave.”

“You’re going to be the end of me, Lee Minho.”

His face broke into a mischievous grin at that, pinning you playfully to the lockers and stealing another kiss as you yelped in surprise.

“Can it be a happy ending?”

#this took way longer than ryu anticipated #ryu is nervous and hopes you enjoy ㅠㅠ #part of this was just ryu being a self-indulgent english nerd too #also-new format! #tumblr's new update whoo #stray kids #stray kids au #stray kids soft #stray kids boyfriend #skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids minho #lee minho #lee know #stray kids angst #lee know boyfriend #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #seo changbin #han jisung #skz as high school lovers

[momoshin]

boss— ryujin

smut!!

“you’re home” a warm smile spreads through your face as you turn away from the bathroom mirror, heartbeat speeding up as your wife walked towards you with a coy smile on her face.

“i told you” she starts, putting her phone and rings on the counter before wrapping her arms around your waist. “home before christmas”

“i missed you” you let your hands wander, from the part of her chest you could see, to her neck where you caress the extent of her shoulders under the blazer, to the nape, where you play softly with the hairs that rested there. “been a long week, without you”

“i’ve missed you too angel, i’ll stay longer this time” ryujin presses a kiss to your neck, and trails a few more up your jawline, but then stops right above your lips. hers would graze against your own and you could feel her hot breath tickling them, knowing she probably felt the same.

“or” you start, sneakily lowering your head so much so that your lips ended up against her pulsepoint “you could take me with you”

“sweetheart-“ 

“we’ve talked about this” she sighs, enjoying the proximity yet not letting it cloud her thoughts “you’ll just put yourself in danger; besides what could you possibly bring to the table?” there’s a lace of tease in her voice, because knowing you, you’d probably try to prove yourself to her.

“im a big girl ryu, i don’t put myself in danger” you accompany the words with quotation marks “and- lots of things, for example:” looking up to meet her eyes with your own, you continue, though not before putting your hands on her upper arms, admiring how the tight sleeves looked around them.

“distraction” you smirk.

“yeah?” and she smirks right back, watching you nod. “then how about you be my distraction right now, and i’ll think about it” subtly, she uncrosses her arms and places them on your waist, starting to slowly and in small steps push you out of the en-suite bathroom and into your bedroom.

“i’m all yours” you smile, looking down at her lips while walking backwards. “use me.”

you were able to maybe give two more steps before you’re thrown against your shared bed.

ryujin takes off her heels while looking at you squirming on the bed, your silk robe only leaving so much to imagination as she could see through the slit the lack of lace on your hips.

“no underwear?” she starts, leaving travelling kisses on up your soft legs, first your shins, then your knees, and lastly your thighs, where she took her sweet time littering your skin with kisses “were you expecting me or something?”

she wears a smirk as she straightens up and reaches for your lips, melting when your hands cup her cheeks and the two of you finally kiss.

“yeah, yuna let it slip on the phone” you smile against her plump, wine colored lips. “and i’ve been waiting for a long time” you begin, licking her lip and pulling her closer to you by her blazer. “so please take this off- looks expensive”

“I could buy ten more tomorrow” you can feel her lips against your ear when she chuckles, and then they’re gone, because she lifts herself off your body to take off the black piece of clothing, but instead of coming back to kiss you like you expected, she goes back to your legs and undoes the bow holding your robe together.

your breath is already ragged, and her kisses going higher from your thighs to your delicacy do not help, neither does the way ryujin looks at you when she parts your thighs and hooks one of them on her shoulder. you’re anticipating, anticipating her lips on you, around you. but she waits until you’re completely unaware and licks a stripe up your folds, slowly, teasing, and loving the gasp she gets as a reaction.

“mm, sweet” her breath fans against your core, and you’re so close to tangling your hand in her hair and pushing her closer, but you stay put, knowing what she says, goes. and as if she was reading your thoughts, she goes back in. her mouth devours you like you’re her favorite meal, which to be fair, you were, and all that fills the room are your moans and the sounds of her suckling on your bundle of nerves, along with her delighted sounds of satisfaction.

she takes her time too, licking, sucking and nibbling on your delicacy, she knows all your weak and favorite spots, and she loved, loved reminding you of that.

“oh my god” your eyes close, your back arches off the bed and your voice raises a few octaves, one of your hand traveling down to dig your nails into her wrist, that wrapped around your thigh to hold you down on the bed and prevent you trying to escape her hold. “right there baby- fuck, there”

“yeah? gonna cum baby?” you got a glimpse of her chin covered in your juices as her fingers rubbed your clit while she spoke, shortlived, since she quickly goes in again, sucking harder on the bud knowing just what to do to bring you to the edge, and surprise surprise, not even a minute later, you’re shaking and crying out her name and even when you close your thighs around her head, she just keeps licking, drinking all you would give her as if she was starved

ryujin bites your thigh when she finally breaks apart, getting rid of her tight trousers and thin tank top leaving her in a basically nonexistent thong, which you quickly rip off her legs before wrapping your arms around her waist, she straddles you, lips glued together once again, but in a harder way, needier, hotter, wetter, and you could just fine taste yourself off her tongue when you sucked on it just the way she liked.

your hands just about squeeze her ass when one of hers wraps around your neck, pulling you away to break the kiss, her thumb playing with your bottom lip, pulling it softly until she was able to press her thumb against your tongue, prompting you to suck on it, your eyes on hers as if expecting a praise, or a critic, anything really. but all you got was a hum, a smirk, and a push to the chest as you fell back on the bed, only that now, her hands pin yours to the bed.

wet kisses were littered all over your skin, just for a second or two before she crosses your wrists and uses only one hand to hold them above your head, using her other hand to prevent her from falling as she changes her position, one leg above yours and one under, and only when she sinks onto you can you feel her wet center grazing against your own.

“you feel so good babe—shit” her head falls back for a few seconds, only to come back down to stare holes into you with a smirk that you were sure she could read you entirely. “you like this? like when i ride you? hm?” she responds with a grunt when you nod your head yes, biting your lip in attempts to ground yourself.

hot, wet and sinful are the only words to describe right now. your clit rubbing against hers in the most delicious ways, her hand that wasn’t holding yours was squeezing and touching all over your body like she always did, appreciating you more than words ever could. and then she cups your cheek, while still moving, catching your moans with her lips and leaving some of her own against yours. your eyes roll to the back of your head and all you want is for her to let your hands go so you can touch her as she is doing you. to put your hands on her waist and control her movements.

“ryu-“

“what is it baby?” she smirks against your lips, hearing you whimper and feeling your breath against her lips, her hand on your neck and jaw at the same time “words angel, use your words”

“let me touch you, please” you can easily see the way her lips curve into a smirk, and the hand that had been holding your wrists hostage instead moves to the bed so she could support herself, freeing your hands for you to glue them to her hips, squeezing and caressing the skin there but also to help her move in the right motions to hit the perfect spot.

as much as she is dominant she is vocal in bed, groans, grunts and growls fill your ears and oh how you adore the way your name rolls off her tongue along with some profanities. soon enough, the bed can be heard squeaking as ryujin’s hips sped up trying to chase both your highs. you bite her lip in one of the many kisses, maybe slap her ass once or twice to edge her on, and there is no better reassurance than her chuckles against your lips along with a few hisses. she is so close and so are you, her hand holding you close to her by your neck when you kiss and nibble on the skin of her shoulders and neck, sucking and leaving marks with a newfound confidence that would for sure get you in trouble when she saw them in the morning.

but trouble or not, those are what tip her over, therefore taking you as well. the two of you cum with a yell of each others names, her hips slowing as the two of you ride your highs and she chuckles against your lips, kissing you deeply and slowly before gently peeling herself off you.

“i’m running a bath, you coming?” and swaying her hips on her way to your bathroom, she leaves it to your imagination to know whether you were actually going to clean up in the bath or just continue what you started.

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“It’s not your fault” - Tanaka

As part of the affirmations event

You’re so lovely, thank you! 💞💞

Event request: "it's not your fault" + tanaka? (for the event) found your blog a couple of days ago and just wanted to say that your writing is really cool! i enjoy it a lot 🥺 and you seem like a pretty cool person as well! remember to drink water and take care of yourself 💗

Tanaka:

Since the team had gotten into nationals, more time than ever was spent with the boys to train and improve, leaving little time to spend with him. It was tough for both of you; you missed him but wasn’t able to help much with his training, and he felt like he was abandoning you. Your relationship was built on how you two loved to spend time together, but now it seemed as if you were so far apart.

Even though you couldn’t see each other much, he always put in the effort to send you good morning and goodnight texts, as well as calls and messages through the say to check in on you. Being away from you felt like a tug at his heart, painfully unravelling each vein the longer you stayed apart.

You had gotten a call from Tanaka before you both headed off to bed the week before, and as soon as you answered the call you had Tanaka yelling through the microphone, telling you how he had a rest day coming up and wanted to take you on a date to make up for lost time. Even though his excitement was a little deafening, you couldn’t help but giggle and accept instantly. He mentioned how he would plan your day for you as a surprise, so you didn’t have to think at all and just enjoy your day.

The next coming days before your date filled you with anticipation. While he may not seem it at first, he was a hopeless romantic and would go to extraordinary lengths to show you his love. Often you’d find yourself daydreaming about what the two of you might get up to, and how soothing it would feel to be back in his arms. 

Come the day of your date, however, you woke up to your phone ringing by your side, setting of a pounding in your head. Squinting in the room as you opened your eyes, the light filled you with nausea as you turned to answer the phone, noticing how it lit up with your boyfriend’s name.

“Hey babe! I’m just about to leave to come pick you up for our date,” he cheerfully greeted with rustling in the background as he made his way to the door. With wide eyes, you pulled the phone away from you, noticing how the time was much later than you planned to wake up and leaving you no time to get ready. You quickly shot up from your bed, leaving your head spinning and you stumbled and sat back down.

“Baby?” He called concerned. With your head supported by your hand, you took a deep breath and spoke.

“Ryu, I’m sorry but I think I’m too sick to go out today. I’m so sorry for ruining our day,” you quietly said, lip quivering as your eyes misted over.

“Sick? No, no, that’s fine. Don’t be sorry! I’ll come take care of you,” he rushed out. You tried to tell him not to worry, but he told you he would be there soon and cut off the call, leaving you to fall back into bed. 

Not long after, your phone dinged with a text from Tanaka, with him letting you know he was there. After stumbling downstairs to open the door, he immediately pulled you into his arms, lifting you up and carrying you to the sofa with a bag hanging around his arm. 

Holding you tightly with one arm, he opened the bag to reveal some medicine and your favourite snacks, laying them out on the table in front of you for easy access.

Once he successfully got some medicine in you, and tucked you up in his lap with a blanket, he worked the TV for a few moments, finding your favourite show. You both watched for a while, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

“I’m sorry I ruined today, especially since it was our only full day together and you planned everything,” you murmured, fiddling with a loose thread on the blanket.

“It’s not your fault, you can’t help getting sick. And it’s my duty as a good boyfriend to take care of you and make you better.” He puffed his chest out with pride, making you giggle gently. He let out a chuckle with you, then pulled you closer.

“I don’t care what we’re doing, as long as I get to be with you then I’m happy.”

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“Always with you” – Hanzo x Harumi Hasashi One Shot (+ a very cute Satoshi)

As much as I love SubScorp, I felt the need to put some emphasis on Hanzo’s relationship with Harumi as well, since he mentions her so often during the games (which means that he obviously loved her to death, so much that he had to become Scorpion but oh well). I now portrait it as that extremely wholesome relationship, because we all know Hanzo is the epitome of lifetime commitment and whatnot ♥

Disclaimer: I have done as much research as I could on the Japanese terms and culture aspects, but if I had done anything out of place, please let me know!

Note: The words in both bold and italics have their meanings at the end of the story.

Warning: Rated F for feels

Summary: Hanzo Hasashi grows wistful of the memories with his family, and relives them in one of his dreams.

Hanzo never thought he would ever see his clan restored, especially after the wraith phase that he went through a long time ago. Once Shirai Ryu has regained its identity and existence, new students have arrived at the Fire Gardens, mostly the unfortunate youngsters who have escaped from the merciless threads of the present society. Orphans, refugees, defectors, homeless...fragile souls with various heart-breaking stories. Just like Grandmaster Hanzo Hasashi used to be. However, he has not only gained fighting skills and the power of Hellfire, but an extremely hard shell around his emotions, learning to cope with all the tragedies that happened in his life. Even if that meant submitting to Netherrealm’s sorcerer, Quan Chi. Seeing all these young lads mid training, he gradually remembers his son, Satoshi, and anticipates his outcome, had his offspring got to see the light of the day during these times. The fiery Grandmaster was undergoing through harrowing sentiments of melancholy, all involving thoughts about his family. The students were young and oblivious  at times, but not entirely blind towards their mentor’s state of mind, manifested through his changed behavior. It was known among the Shirai Ryu students that Hanzo was a very strict teacher in general, who implemented excruciating training sessions; he was never afraid to speak his mind in a harsh manner while the disciples were failing their exercises. But they knew it was for their own good nevertheless. In the latest days, though, Hanzo became more mellow, and approached the incoming training fails with more indulgence; everyone felt it was like a ‘paternal phase’, which became even more confusing than the image of a stern Grandmaster. Therefore, no one dared to question Hanzo about his thoughts; they barely knew his origin story in general. Most of the students actually assumed he grew up as a loner, a celibate who had different ideas of honor and inner fulfillment than the common man. But little did they know of their master’s true tale…

***

Hanzo has finally entered his room, after another long day full of intense training and teaching. It was all quiet and peaceful, hence every student had got the same strict sleeping schedule. It was only him...and his thoughts, again. The moment he placed his head on the soft pillow, Hanzo could finally feel the exhaustion, both mentally and physically. The Grandmaster fell asleep pretty quickly, considering his restlessness usually involves staring at the ceiling for a long time, just reflecting about everything that happens throughout his existence, whether it’s the past, present or future. He simply prefers those silent moments, where he can truly be at peace for a short while. When he closed his deeply ringed eyes, everything faded to black, and slowly transitioned to bright, but warm hues of yellow and orange light. This light suddenly formed shapes...some familiar ones, to be precise. And then there were another two familiar silhouettes: a smaller one, and a more feminine one. Hanzo suddenly found himself in his old household, and the silhouettes got more defined: they were Harumi, and Satoshi. His family...it is back? It all felt so real and authentic for him, more than ever. However, he started inspecting himself, but could only take a look at his hands; he recognized the fabric and belts on his arm, they were part of his Scorpion’s former attire. Everything seems more confusing now.

Harumi looked at him with a warm smile plastered on her face, while Satoshi couldn’t contain his pure excitement. The Japanese woman slowly approached her husband and delicately touched his wounded and calloused hands. In that moment, Hanzo could feel it so well: the reassuring soft touch that he has been missing for such a long time. For the first time, it all felt so overwhelming, and he was trying so hard not to sob in front of his son, but he also wanted to enjoy this peaceful moment, so he contained himself, for now.

“Welcome home, anata (1). We have been waiting for you…”

The warrior could not wait any longer, and he quickly, but gently pulled his wife into a silent hug. Satoshi didn’t even have to ask, and he hastily joined the hug as well. The familiar warmth is finally, and Hanzo didn’t feel like letting it go.

“I have missed you both…so much…” he muttered under his breath, his voice softer than ever.

“I know…but let’s have dinner now. Then we can talk more” Harumi replied, slowly releasing herself from her husband’s affectionate embrace. She cupped his face in her tiny hands, with a soft smile, then caressed his broad shoulders before she left to the dining room and prepare the meal.

***

As it was expected, the dinner was fairly quiet at most, but no one contested the peacefulness. The Japanese family had ramen this evening. He never admitted it to anyone, but Hanzo always missed his wife’s dishes, although he is now able to cook by himself.

“This is some delightful ramen, Kana” he pointed out as a conversation starter.

“It is miso with Chashu (2), just how you like it” Harumi replied with a faint smile.

“Dad, have you tried mom’s Daifuku (3)? They are even better!” Satoshi exclaimed.

“No, Jubei. But I would love to” Hanzo confessed to the child.

“I believe it is time for you to go to bed, young one” Harumi intervened. “You can spend time with your father tomorrow.”

“Aw, alright…” the boy frowned. But that didn’t stop him from approaching his father and giving him a hug before he headed to the Realm of Dreams. The man gladly returned the embrace and then softly kissed his son on the forehead.

“Oyasumi, papa!(4)” Satoshi exclaimed joyfully while he went to his room with Harumi.

“Good night, Jubei!” Hanzo replied.

***

After the child fell asleep, the Japanese couple retreated to the master bedroom. Hanzo has removed half of the battle garments and only remained with the base clothing. Meanwhile, Harumi took off her daytime kimono and put on her jinbei(5). Of course, he couldn’t help but notice more of his wife’s delicate, porcelain skin, along with her soft and naturally feminine features that he fell in love with at the first sight; she looked even more beautiful in his eyes when her long and dark hair was loose from all the accessories. The Grandmaster slowly approached behind his spouse and gently caressed her tiny shoulders, while planting a few genuinely needy kisses. Harumi softly hummed with content, although it was quite rare for her loved one to be this affectionate.

“It feels as if you were gone forever, anata…”

“Kana…I fought through Hell to spend another day with you” Hanzo replied with a lower tone; he later nuzzled against Harumi’s neck and pulled her in another embrace.

In a slow pace, the woman turned around and pulled him into a passionate kiss. It was no doubt Hanzo has craved this form of intimacy for so long, and his wife used to make these intimate moments so unique, so sacred in their own way. As strange as it seemed to the outsiders, his commitment has been undeniable, and almost eternal…

“No matter what, I will always be with you…we will always be with you…” she said quietly, but with a convincing tone.

However, this last phrase finally broke Hanzo from his long lost dream. The intimate moment faded to black, and all he was left with was the surroundings of the present. On top of that, he started sweating profusely, then softly broke down into hot tears filled with anguish and regret. No one could hear him in the numbness of the night, as it should be. But it all felt…so real and authentic: the conversations, the touches, the atmosphere. Once again, his mind has played with his vulnerabilities. As an impulsive reflex, he quickly headed to one of the drawers in his simplistic room, and pulled out a cloth. But it was no ordinary cloth, it had flowery embroideries of a sakura tree, and more than that, it was the only physical memory from his loved one, Harumi…Somehow, he managed to save it, even during the experience with the Netherrealm. And he swore to protect it until the end of his own existence.

“You might not be here in person, but I am certain you meant that you will always be in my heart, and you were not wrong…Kana…”  he muttered before he headed back to the bed and prepared for a new morning at the Fire Gardens.

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(1) jap.:darling; usually an endearing term among couples (hiragana: あなた) (2) (cuisine) pork belly tied into a cylinder, braised and then served in slices; it is one of the main ingredients used in Ramen. (3) (cuisine) Japanese dessert made out of mochi (glutinous rice cake) and usually stuffed with anko (sweetened red bean paste) or fruits (4) jap.: Good night, dad! (hiragana: おやすみ、パパ！) (5) Traditional Japanese nightwear, worn by all genders

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Dabi x reader

Warnings: unhealthy relationships, manipulative behavior, alcohol mention, swearing

A/N: little snoot I got in my head last night. If you get a writing idea you gotta write it down, right? And I haven’t written for Dabi in a long while and I miss him so there’s that. Just a tiny lil Christmas Hooplah.

It took what felt like a goddamn millennium to get Dabi to notice you. It was taking even longer to get him to leave you alone.

It was two days before Christmas, or what you like to call, “The eve of Christmas Eve.” You sat at the corner table at your favorite pub across from a man you met two weeks prior, Ryunosuke. It was your third date. He was quiet and soft spoken but really nice. Nice was what you thought you were looking for. It helped that he was attractive in an unkempt hair-falling-in-his-face kinda way. You tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t anything more than a distraction but you knew better. So did somebody else.

It was hard to make decent conversation over the sound of the piano playing classic holiday songs so the two of you exchanged presents. You got him new headphones that definitely put a dent in your wallet and he got you a silver necklace with a heart charm on it. A heart.

He helped you put it on, pulling your hair to one side so he could clasp it around your neck. His fingers were trembling. You told him that you loved it and he blushed. His eyes were teetering towards your lips. You were sure he was going to kiss you but he didn’t. So you kissed him. Your first kiss was just a peck. And it was fine. You liked his smile.

You excused yourself to order drinks at the bar and he watched you disappear through the thrum of other people. You were tapping your foot against your chair when the familiar scent of an icy cologne and cigarettes clouded the air.

“So you’re talking to other guys now?” You didn’t have to look up to know that Dabi was smirking down at you from behind but you did anyways. The fluffy black Santa hat was a surprise but everything else about him was the same. Same old singed duster jacket, same old silver piercings, same old stupid half grin. He looked at you like you had a secret and he was the only one who knew about it. “Let me rephrase: you’re kissing other guys now?”

You scowled. “That’s not really any of your business, is it?”

He tilted his chin up. “Isn’t it? You’re all my business and more, sweetheart.”

“Cut that shit out. I’m trying to have a good time.” You were challenged with trying to think of you knew he was going to be there. He knew you frequented this place but he wasn’t much for crowds and the place got busier as the holiday approached.

“Then we’re here for the same reason,” he took the empty stool next to you, placing his half empty glass onto the bar. “What’d you get?”

“My usual.” You tapped on the bar and watched the bartender filling glasses for guests who had ordered after you did.

“And what did he get?”

“Why do you want to know?”

He chuckled at your irritation. “I’m curious to see what kind of man is gonna be taking care of my angel is all.”

You were embarrassed that your heart started to hurt. You broke up with Dabi for a reason and it took you long enough to get over your heartache. Why does he get to bring it all back with something as simple as calling you his? It was stupid but you wouldn’t let him see that he got to you.

“You can’t tell who a person is by what they order to drink.”

“I beg to differ.” Dabi didn’t drink much but on special occasions when he did, he chose whiskey.

“He got the same thing I did.” The bartender finally brought you the two identical drinks. You took them both in your hands and got up to leave the bar.

Dabi stood with you and laughed out loud. “You know what that tells me?”

“No.” And you didn’t care.

“He’s either a guy that just doesn’t know what he wants or he’s really submissive.” You narrowed your eyes at his assumption but… Ryu was pretty passive as far as you could tell. “He sounds more like my type than yours.”

“Maybe you don’t know my type at all.”

“Maybe,” he mused before leveling his head with yours. You flinched when he grabbed your chin. “But I do know how to make you scream. How to have you completely unwound and how to make you beg for more.” Flashes of countless torturous sexual exploits crossed your mind. You could feel your cheeks begin to flush. Dabi’s grin only grew wider.

“Let me ask you, has champ over there ignited any of your nerves like I have?” When you didn’t answer, he continued, “has he even seen you naked?”

The piano was too loud and you were to angry… or nervous to say anything. You focused your attention and a drunk woman whooping on about her favorite pop artist.

Dabi leaned in closer to your ear and purred, “does he know you like honey both in your tea and on your neck? Would he even think to put honey on your-“

“Stop.” You took a step away and glared down at his boots. You were sure your face was visibly red. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Maybe I will when you really want me to, Y/N.” He reached down and took the silver charm of your necklace between his fingers. If your hands were full you would’ve swatted him away.

“A heart?”

“I like it.”

Dabi scoffed. You walked away.

You sat down at your table and tried to smile at Ryu as you placed his drink in front of him. You watched his face scrunch up when he took a sip.

Shame creeped up your spine at the same time you felt excited prickles raise the hair on your arms. You knew those icy turquoise eyes were watching you.

“What do you usually get?” You asked, watching him try it a second time.

“Uhh,” you could tell he was embarrassed. “Something like this but less stronger, I think.”

You knew you were annoyed and you didn’t want to take it out on Ryu so you called it a night early. He didn’t try to suggest the two of you do something, anything else it wasn’t like you wanted to hang out with him any longer but you were anticipating something.

You threw your bag along with your coat down on your couch and examined yourself in the bathroom mirror. The necklace was cute but hearts weren’t your thing. Neither was Ryu. You yanked the necklace off and placed it on the counter.

You traced the burn scar on your shoulder. It vaguely resembled a hooked ‘D.’ Your friends thought it was a sign of abuse and you let them think that because you didn’t really know how to tell them that it was a heat of the moment, consensual, lust driven impulse that lead to you being marked so permanently by your ex. Even though you kept the scar hidden, you liked it. It gave you a bit of edge.

There was a knock on your door. You hurriedly brushed your hair in front of the scar and walked to the door. Who’d be at your house at this hour? Maybe it was Ryu, trying to finally make a move or a romantic gesture? Ohhhh it was stupid trying to trick yourself into being naïve. You knew exactly who was on the other side of the door as you turned the knob.

Dabi was standing with a wrapped gift in one hand and a jar of honey in the other. You crossed your arms and leaned against your doorway.

He only grinned. “Merry Christmas, aaangel.”

You stood your ground and didn’t say a word. That only encouraged Dabi to step closer, enveloping you in his scent. He quirked a brow and ran his tongue along his teeth. He tucked your hair back behind your ear and ran his fingers down your neck and to the scar- his mark. You shuddered.

“It’s pretty cold out,” he said. “You gonna let me in?”

~

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The Pool Cues Get Banned

The rock-paper-scissors tournament had lasted longer than anticipated. If only because Iris kept predicting everyone else’s moves and it took them fours rounds before they all agreed on banning her from the competition.

Which didn’t even begin to deal with Wes.

Which meant that it took them over an hour to decide who got to pick that night’s game.

“Finally,” Flora shouted, pumping an exhausted hand into the air. “A real victor emerges.”

“Seems fake, but alright,” Wes said, shrugging.

“So what game are we playing tonight?” Scarlet asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Karaoke? Twister?”

“Pool.”

Everyone except Iris turned towards Flora in what she could only describe as incredulous looks.

Pool.

Pool.

“You mean we’re actually going to use the pool table?” Wes asked, peering over his shoulder to where the pool table loomed. As if it were a beast in a nightmare, dark and terrifying in all its forest green glory.

Scarlet blinked. “I thought it was just for decoration.”

Flora whipped out her phone, waving it at her confused friends, snapping a few excellently lit pictures, glad that for once none of her friends had messed with the lamps and the dimmers in the basement games room.

It made a perfect action shot to update her instagram, and her fingers glided across her phone’s screen as she spoke. “Yeah, I thought it’d be fun if we all learned how to play. So it doesn’t just sit there and gather dust.”

As if she hadn’t been a pool champion four years in a row. As if she wasn’t an absolute master at the game.

Iris narrowed her eyes as Flora slid her phone into her pocket, a smirk pulling at the corners of her friend’s mouth.

As if she knew exactly what Flora planned on putting on her instagram at the end of the night.

Corrina shrugged, making her way towards the table and the pool cues lined up across the forest green surface. “Sure, I’m game.”

Wes huffed, crossing his arms. His green eyes were dark, lit by the barest hint of suspicion. Like he was trying his best to tap into

Iris’ powers to see what was going on in Flora’s head.

She cocked her head to the side, grinning at him broadly, as innocently as she possibly could, before making her way to the table.

“What is it, Wes?” She cooed, picking up one of the cues. “Worried I’ll beat you? That you’ll have to finally admit that there are no games you can beat me at?”

Wes scoffed, looking appalled. He stormed over to the table, snatching one of the cues and holding it in his hands like a lance.

“Wes you do realize that’s not how you play pool, right?” Ryu asked, casting a weary gaze across their group. “You’re not supposed to attack anyone with the cue.”

“I know what a pool is,” Wes scoffed, right at the same time that he accidentally jabbed Scarlet in the side with the cue.

She squeaked, jumping away from him.

At first Flora thought she was going to hide behind Xander, who’d already picked up one of the cues in what looked like preparation to battle Wes. But then Xander was handing the cue to Scarlet and she was twirling it over her head. It was so graceful and picturesque that Flora yanked her phone from her pocket, snagging a couple of stunning shots before Scarlet brought the side of the cue down over Wes’ head.

“Hey!” He shouted, sprinting away to hide behind Iris. “What was that for?!”

She shrugged, resting the end of the cue against the floor and leaning on it. “Vengeance.”

“You were stunning, my sunbeam,” Xander said, beaming down at her. “Truly no one can compare.” She grinned up at him, her eyes wide and brimming with warmth, like he’d just told her she was the most beautiful person in the world.

But Scarlet always looked at Xander like that, so Flora shouldn’t have been surprised.

“We’ll see about that,” Iris sang, snatching the cue from Wes’ hands and whipping it around.

Scarlet and Xander both leapt out of the way, but not before Xander’s hand was hit by Iris’ cue.

Xander yelped, and Scarlet dove to his rescue, cradling his hand close to her chest.

Flora watched, fighting to suppress her snickers as she tried keeping her phone steady, as Iris dove towards Xander, whacking him over the head with her cue.

He wailed, Scarlet’s shouts following soon after. She tried jumping to her feet, but then Wes was there, wrestling her to the ground as Iris continued attacking Xander.

Ryu and Babs, for their part, had migrated to the couches not too far away, starting up the television as the others duelled.

Flora covered her mouth with one hand as Wes made a grab for a pool cue that had rolled to the ground. He wielded it like a sword, trying to keep Scarlet from attacking. She grabbed one of the ends, tugging it so Wes spun to the side.

This was going to make an incredible youtube video once Flora added some music to the background. She could practically see her follower count jumping through the roof.

This hadn’t been her intended outcome when she’d decided on pool, but she’d been damned if she didn’t take advantage of it.

Wes managed to wrestle the cue from Scarlet’s hands, and turned it towards Xander, whacking him in the side while Iris attacked from above.

Xander shouted, and Scarlet tried to wiggle her way towards him, trying and failing to snatch the cues from Iris and Wes. And when that didn’t work she made a dive for one of the remaining cues, grabbing it from the table and whipping it out to the side.

A loud crack sounded through the room as her cue successfully blocked both of the twins’ blows.

Which, of course, only made them grin wider, like a pair of cheshire cats with glittering emeralds for eyes.

She cried out as she crossed cues with the twins, something about ‘my love!’ and ‘I’ll protect you!’ and ‘for love and justice!’

Flora wasn’t entirely sure, her words were drowned out by Iris and Wes’ laughter and the sound of the Super Smash Bros. title screen music from the television.

The fight lasted another whole two minutes, which was five minutes longer than Flora had thought it would last, before Corrina snatched the cues from the three of them, fixing them all with a glare harsh enough to cut stone.

“That’s enough,” she snapped, chucking the cues onto the table. “The pool table may not have been for decoration before, but it is now!”

Scarlet had the decency to look mildly sheepish, even as she inched towards where Xander was sitting on the floor.

Iris and Wes didn’t bother looking ashamed at all, instead smirking like the gremlins that they were, barely stifled chuckles rattling through the air as Corrina continued to glare.

“No more pool.”

Iris and Wes nodded, sharing a sparkling look that promised mischief.

“We’re playing Smash, got it?!” Iris and Wes again nodded, snickering quietly.

Corrina rolled her eyes, shoving the pair towards the couches.

Babs and Ryu had already claimed two of the controllers, which meant everyone else would have to fight over the remaining three.

“Scarlet? Xander? You coming?” Xander made a quiet whining sound at the same time Flora decided she would end her recording. He wiggled his fingers until Scarlet took his hand, helping him to his feet. “We’re coming.”

She cooed softly to him as they made their way towards the others, wrapping an arm around his waist as she guided him towards a seat.

Not that it stopped her from snatching one of the controllers from Iris’ grasp, grinning triumphantly as she curled into Xander’s lap.

“Alright,” she sang. “We’re ready to go.”

Corrina’s responding eye-roll was so dramatic Flora wished she’d gotten a shot of it. With a few effects added in, maybe some mild editing to add glitter, it would have made a perfect closing image for her video.

She shook her head, tucking her phone into her pocket as Babs and Scarlet debated which stage to battle on. She’d already gotten amazing shots, a hilarious video, she was sure to beat Wes in Smash once she got a remote, and she was getting to spend the entire night with her friends.

She couldn’t have imagined the night going any better.

#original fiction #ocs #luminaries #scarlet #xander #corrina #iris #wes #flora #babs #ryu #this is a squad of gremlins you can't change my mind #they're all a little bit feral but no one is as feral as Iris and Wes #thinking about scenes

[kondo-hijikata]

Reunion Konkata

Pairings: Established Kondo/HijikataRating: MSummary: The best part of traveling for business is coming home. Modern AU. [AO3] Thank you to @hakuyamazakisensei for the initial beta~

.*Terms of Endearment*.

“Getting to travel for work! How lucky!”

Bullet train, local train, and then the pointed taps of a brisk gait—of freshly shined shoes hurrying over pavement scorched by late afternoon sun. The stale July air was anything but suit and tie weather, and perhaps slowing down would have been prudent to benefit his comfort…however, a little extra sweat was worth it if it made Kondo’s arrival any sooner.

Despite his already heightened efforts, the anticipation brimming within him could barely contain itself as it was, and nothing short of a full-on sprint would satisfy the pressing urge to move faster and faster yet. Or, as fast as his bulky shoulder bag would permit him, in any case.

“Seeing so many different places, meeting so many different people. Do you know how great that is?”

Desire and need, necessity to throw his arms around the most valuable treasure and hold tight…to feel himself held back and clung to just as ardently after all this time… These were the impulses that drove him, were what had Kondo Isami pounding the sidewalk hard while decked head to toe in professional attire.

A briefcase rocked in the grip of his left hand and keys already drawn from a breast pocket clamored in his right, all as he laser focused on powering his way through the oppressive swelter. It didn’t matter how ridiculous he looked to anyone else dressed appropriately down and drifting lazily about their Saturday with uchiwa¹ and cool packs. Kondo had long been past giving thought to the generic critical gaze of society, especially when there were more pressing matters vying for his attention.

“Oh, and eating all kinds of new things, too. Psht, how nice it must be.”

He was thirty years old, after all—thirty and already entitled fourth successor of the Tennen Rishin-Ryu. Thirty and leader of a fighting style he could now call his own, one that had erred on the edge of struggle but began flourishing anew after transfer to his name. It was because he was thirty and trekking all over the country to aggressively spread renown, to secure its position and vitality for the next heir and hopefully even the one after.

Indeed, Kondo was only thirty and yet felt he’d traveled enough to satisfy the rest of his life at this point, if he had any say in the matter. Alas, none he had, as it was crucial to answer that beckon of responsibility which ensured the livelihood he’d made for not just himself. It was no longer about only his future but theirs, and there could be no greater duty to fulfill than safeguarding that.

…Even if it meant frequent trips and cold hotel beds and meals eaten with those of a much lesser quality of company.

“I wish I could just take off like that…”

So, frequent travel it was. Of course, he dreaded it—dreaded that last hug and the small kiss which always followed. Dreaded the be carefuls and see you soons. But for every difficult parting, there was a return that much sweeter awaiting him. Absence only put in perspective what he was missing when he went without, and made him infinitely appreciate what he had when it was back in his clutches.

It was sensible, therefore, to rush even under such uncomfortable conditions—quirked eyebrows and pensive stares be damned. For the sooner Kondo’s arrival, the sooner he could embrace everything that mattered most, and hold it like he’d never have to let it go again.

“…get away from my family without any questions asked…”

At last, Kondo veered about a corner, the soles of his shoes skidding along concrete as he came face-to-face with the sight for which he’d so vehemently yearned: Makoto Heights. Sleek and minimalist, the apartment building stood ten stories high with an entryway of heavy charcoal double doors embellished by diamond-shaped windows. There was no time to spare for appreciating pleasant architectural design choices, however; he bounded through the entrance with reckless abandon, heaving heavy breaths into his lungs while punching in his entry code and sending the automatic door sliding aside.

“…have my own adventures without all the annoyance and hassle…“

Naturally, the elevator was parked at the top floor. Kondo jabbed the call button, the keys in his hand jingling with restlessness while his heart pounded its ribbed prison. Shoulders rose and fell. His foot began to tap.

“…do whatever, or heh, whoever I want, y’know? No consequences.”

Just standing around, even for a few seconds, was a challenge. He dabbed at the beaded moisture on his forehead and then glanced at his watch. It had all turned insufferable by now: the need for patience he didn’t have, the rise in sheer excitement, and oh, the exhaustive heat made so much worse in this enclosed space with no moving air.

Still panting, Kondo flicked the tip of his nose and his focus shot to the staircase in temptation. Just as he started considering if a marathon climb would be quicker, the pleasant chime rang out with the elevator’s arrival: an invitation he eagerly accepted.

His pointer finger depressed the fourth floor button—and thrice thereafter for good measure. And when the doors closed in again and Kondo’s reflection came into view, he was rudely reminded of what unfortunate consequences racing around on foot this time of the year could have on one’s appearance.

The neat look he’d fixed this morning had gone rogue in some places, disheveled locks betraying the commanding rule of all that meticulously applied styling wax. Kondo lifted his chin and gave his head a shake, then quickly ran fingers over his hair to fix what he could. Surely, he’d looked better, when his face wasn’t red from exertion and his appearance not unkempt from an impromptu workout.

But it had all been worth it.

Because it was never about sight-seeing or meeting new people…

The chime rang, the doors split. With his heart beginning to hammer again, Kondo nearly tripped over his own feet while making for the left, toward the numbers 401 written in dainty silver font.

…It’d never been about trying new dishes or having so-called freedom he didn’t even want in the first place…

Key into the keyhole, a fast turn, and once the door was sent flying open, Kondo’s breath caught in his throat.

Natural light permeated gleaming floor-to-ceiling windows, flooded the inner spaces with an ethereal softness that left everything within glowing and glinting and warm. And there, in the middle of it all—Hijikata! Stupefied and rendered frozen, he stood with a clipped manuscript in hand and wide eyes fixed toward the entrance.

“…Kat-chan?!” The exclamation was breathless as the stack of papers he’d been narrating from fell limp, curling over backward from the top edge.

“Toshi!”

Luggage crashed to dark floorboards just beyond the genkan² and the keyring flew haphazardly atop the slipper nook, while Kondo’s legs nearly entangled from the haste with which he stumbled out of his shoes. Etiquette and conventionality meant nothing up against the urgency of needing purchase—to finally, finally pull Hijikata into his long bereft embrace and feel him, smell him, hold him.

Pages of writing fluttered free through the air, cast off as though they were meaningless, as Kondo sprang over the threshold with his hands held out. Their bodies collided and his arms snapped tightly around Hijikata, hauling him forward and squeezing as tightly as permitted without causing pain.

Kondo took fistfuls of shirt, clenching the material while feeling himself enveloped in turn with mirroring strength, then nosed his way into sleek black hair to inhale. The scent he loved most inundated him so that his knees nearly gave way, overwhelmed by waves of satisfaction and gratitude and relief battering him and making him cling even further.

“Kat-chan.” His name was muffled into his suit jacket, and though it’d been spoken in that ever soft and baritone voice so distinctly Hijikata, Kondo felt the unadulterated emotion it rode out on thrumming along the fabric of his soul.

Distantly, he became aware that he might have been holding with too much strength. Kondo clenched the shirt once more before releasing it and relocating his grasp to smaller shoulders, pushing back just enough to free up space for their lips to crash together.

The instant of connection was demanding and insistent, fueled by the racing of Kondo’s pulse and every ounce of insufferable buildup burning this perfect moment into the depths of his memory. Palms rose to cradle Hijikata’s cheeks, thumbs pressing gently beneath closed eyes as their mouths broke contact and immediately met again, over and over in a dizzying torrent of desire and exhilaration–until Kondo’s lungs starved and he was forced to breathe.

He gasped upon drawing back, his forehead immediately pushing unto Hijikata’s as he was unwilling to forfeit such closeness, while fingertips flexed and intertwined with locks of chin-length hair.

Hijikata’s exhalations fell with matching intensity and his hands rose to clamp onto Kondo’s forearms. “Wow.” He huffed through a gentle smile. “Welcome home.”

Kondo laughed once, just as softly and with a twinge of mortification for his lacking in self control. “…I’m home.”

The corners of Hijikata’s lips pulled a little further outward into his cheeks, his eyes managing to grow even more tender. “And early at that.”

Letting his lashes fall, Kondo nodded and couldn’t prevent his own grin from widening as well. “I, uh.” He chuckled. “I skipped out a little prematurely.”

A snort. “I’m sure Ito-sensei was thrilled.”

“He’ll get over it.”

Hijikata returned the next kiss bestowed upon him, shorter and more disciplined this time—and with eyes remaining open. When their mouths parted, his brow suddenly furrowed then and he pulled back with a squint. “Wait. Did—did you run here?”

Heat of a different kind flashed across Kondo’s face and his eyes shifted to the left before finding Hijikata’s again. “…Maybe.”

“Kat-chan! It’s the hottest day of the year yet!” Hijikata released Kondo’s arms, his nimble digits set to unfastening the suit jacket and shoving it off his shoulders. The escape of pent up heat felt heavenly as Kondo shook himself free, not particularly caring where the garment ended up while he began loosening his tie. “No wonder you’re all flushed.”

“And here I was thinking that was your fault.”

“Taku³…” Ah, the sound of vexation laced with fondness—so typically Hijikata and how Kondo loved it. Through rims of dark lashes, he peered at him with adoration, which resulted in an epiphany of his own.

“Speaking of clothing…” Kondo pressed his fingertips to the light blue shirt Hijikata wore and took hold of the unbuttoned edges; he ran his hands down each side, then pulled gently at the bottom hem. “This isn’t yours, Toshi-san.”

Blush threatened to creep across Hijikata’s cheeks. His brows pulled in and he tossed his face aside. “It was…convenient.”

“Ahuh.” Exhaling through his nose, Kondo’s brows raised with a knowing smirk. “It looks good on you, even if it’s a little big.”

“…Well, there’s no use standing around at the door,” Hijikata declared in an airy tone, and Kondo had to bite his lip to not laugh—or abuse his power of so easily flustering a generally unflustered man. Reaching for Kondo’s fingers and entwining them with his own, Hijikata gave a squeeze before releasing them and stepping off to the side.

He heaved the shoulder bag up, swatting at Kondo when he tried to take it, and then set off across the apartment. “I wish you would’ve told me you were coming in early, though. I wanted to meet you at the station.”

Kondo followed in his footsteps, stopping short in the living space as Hijikata disappeared through an open door across the way. “Not feeling the element of surprise, Toshi?” It was a jovial inquiry, posed as he began collecting the papers that had been scattered over the floor. “I knew you’d be busy with writing so—”

Hijikata scoffed from the bedroom and called out, “Please.”

Shuffling through the pages, Kondo’s eyes lifted as Hijikata reemerged. “How’s it going? Progress, or…?”

“Heh. How’s it going?” Hijikata reiterated over a breath. One corner of his mouth pulled upward in discontent and reaching for the stack, he rifled a thumb through it. “It’s not.”

“Ah.” Kondo slouched his shoulders. “Writing is hard.”

“At this rate, this novel is never getting done.” With an aloof shrug, Hijikata clipped the manuscript back together, despite still being out of order, and let it flop on the glass coffee table. His palm rose to press to his forehead and then stroked back through his hair. “Yet another WIP on the pile, I guess.”

Kondo’s lips pursed in a sympathetic pout and he closed the space between them, extending a hand to stroke along Hijikata’s cheek and then pulling him into another embrace. “Ne…” he exhaled, his lips close to an ear. “How about this? I’m gonna shower and then cook dinner for you. And you can tell me all about what you’re stuck on.”

Hijikata’s spine straightened and he lifted his eyes to find Kondo’s. “How the hell is that fair?” he protested, his voice managing to sound both soft and agitated at once. “You were traveling all day. Why should you have to cook?”

Letting his lashes fall for a beat, Kondo shook his head as a tiny grin twitched at his lips. “Toshi-san, you misunderstand.” He gave a squeeze to his hips. “It’s not a matter of having to but wanting to.”

Hijikata’s brows pulled inward, studying Kondo in minor vexation…and at last, he relented with a nod. “Fine. As long as I help, then.”

“Deal.”

A beat. “And shower with you.”

Kondo lifted his chin, openly wearing his interest. “I’m liking these terms. Anything else?”

“Cht.” Knuckles hit softly against Kondo’s chest and Hijikata groused, “Shut up.” Their lips met in one more brief kiss as fingers entwined yet again, and hand-in-hand, they made a beeline for the shower room.

And though Kondo was fully present in the present itself, his mind revisited that conversation from last night, if only for a moment.

“It’s just that my dojo is so busy that sensei never allows me to leave for long. I’m stuck in one place forever,” Katsura had said at the networking dinner, red-faced and with sake cup raised. “Yes. You guys who get to traipse around in the name of business…” His eyes had drifted to Kondo and Saigo, to Ito and Sakamoto. “You really have all the luck.”

While Kondo undid the intricacies of Hijikata’s attire…while Hijikata undid the intricacies of his own, he had to acknowledge just indeed how lucky he was—not because of the reasons Katsura had cited, but because he could always come home to this.

“You’re smiling, Kondo-san,” Hijikata noted without lifting his gaze from the line of shirt buttons he made quick work of undoing.

And that…well, that only made Kondo smile even more.

// Thanks so much for reading! This story will have multiple parts. :D

¹ uchiwa: A traditional fan that doesn’t fold, and an essential item in the hell known as Japanese summer

² genkan: The recessed part of the entryway where one removes their shoes before entering a home or some businesses

³ taku: Shortened from mataku. Used to express annoyance

Also, I modified the picture used for this piece by putting a wedding ring on Toshi. lol

Chapter 2 >>

#toshisami #t1 #writing on plaid paper #long post #ridiculous domestic fluff #frick #...*casually replies to prompts sent 2 months ago* #sorry #shell-senji #asks

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

MYSME Headcannon: MC w/ Super Powers

A/N: This is a request I got a couple months back. I'll probably write a short Drabble for this at some point, but until then here are some reactions of the Yoosung, Zen, & Seven finding out MC has superpowers.

Yoosung Kim:

He knew it! See Zen, he knew he wasn't making it up!

There was always a little something off about MC. He first noticed it when he visited her apartment and saw the dozens of boxes of sneakers lining the wall of her living room. She said she was a shoe collector, but all those shoes were cheap sneakers with sale stickers marking them down by 50%.

Then there was the way she would carbo load on calories. It was like she was always eating. She told him it was because she was on the college track team. & he would've believed that if he hadn't seen her single-handedly devour six large meat lovers pizzas on her own then wash it down with a liter of phd. Pepper.

& there were a bunch of other little things. Like how she didn't have a car & always left the apartment late for class, but miraculously managed to make it there before he did when he left on time. Or how her hair was always messy, almost as if she'd stuck her head out of an open car window. Or how it only took her a 30 minutes stuffing envelopes for an RFA fundraiser when it should've taken hours for the 400 + guests they had attending.

He kept writing all this off as coincidences. But he knew. In the back of his mind, he knew there was something not adding up.

He didn't find out exactly what it was until their one year anniversary. MC was running late. Her class ran longer than anticipated, so Yoosung decided to use the key she’d given him and set up a romantic dinner in her apartment. He was in the process of removing the stir-fry from the stove and onto two plates when a door slammed and there was a rush of wind. He whipped around so fast to see two shoes flinging themselves across the living room to the entryway.

WTF?

Then MC’s bedroom door opened and closed so fast that he only realized it happened by the sound. He acted quickly putting down the wok and grabbing at metal spoon he went over and grasped the handle.

[Dontbeaghost. Dontbeaghost. Don't.be.a.ghost…!]

He threw open the door and that's when he saw it. A blur or something. It reminded him of a tornado moving about the room, throwing clothes, pulling open drawers. It only lasted 30 seconds before it stopped.

He gasped. “MC?!”

“Yoosung?!” She stumbled backward in shock.

“What? How?”

She tried to play it off, but he wasn't having any of it.

“So you're a superhero?”

“No. Superhero implies that I help people with this… I’m just fast.”

Dinner consisted of MC telling him all about her ability. She explained that all the shoes were because she wore them out so quickly. The binge eating was to keep up with her extremely high metabolism.

“Please don't tell anyone about this.”

“I won't.”

Zen |Hyun Ryu:

SHE IS A LITERAL DRAGON.

Okay so maybe not ‘literally’ a dragon. But Zen had no doubt that she was a dragon in a past life. Probably one that pissed off a wizard & as punishment was forced to live out her next life as a tiny human woman.

“But Zen!” Seven protested, “that's a serious accusation! This is a free country. You can't accuse people of being dragons without proof! Everyone is human until proven a giant fire-breathing reptile in a court of law!”

& they think he doesn't have proof?! B*TCH PLZ.

She’s hot. Like physically hot. Like someone better call the fireman or the ambulance b/c no human person should feel like they're running a fever all the time.

She's so warm that everyone in the RFA has used her at a space heater at some point in time.

& respectively she has used all of them to cool down w/ this slow realization that the tiny Bunsen burners she calls hands have been placed on them.

MC laid next to him in bed and her tiny body gave off so much body heat that HE HAD TO TURN ON THE AIR CONDITIONER! IN JANUARY. JANUARY!

She puts things in her mouth that are TOO HOT

Humans cannot eat things that are the SURFACE TEMPERATURE of the F*CKING SUN!

She asks him to reheat her coffee in the microwave. “It's too cold…” & he’s like there is a SH*T-LOAD OF STEAM rising from the cup.

& it's not just temperature. He's seen her eat a whole bag of Ghost Pepper corn chips. Those things are coated in actual battery acid. LIKE HOW THE HELL?

She hates summer. LIKE SHE PHYSICALLY STARTS MELTING. There is sweat everywhere. It's like she walked out of a sauna.

Apparently it the only heat she can't take.

She loves the cold. LOVES THE COLD. Ice. Snow. Standing in a FREAKING SNOW STORM IN A PAIR OF DENIM SHORTS?!

NO ONE LIKES IT THAT COLD! Unless of course, MOTHAF*CKING DRAGONS!!!

No wonder she hates the tropics b/c dragons don't live in the tropics. They live on of the top of snow-capped mountains in caves!

“It's too hot,” she says for once.

“It's like 70 F*...”

“We should move somewhere North,” she says.

Of course Zen loves all these things about her. & even though he knows there's something different about her, he doesn't push it.

& it's not until he proposes that MC finally opens up w/ the truth.

“Wait, Zen. I need to tell you…”

“That you’re a dragon.”

“What? How did— I mean no, I’m not a dragon obviously. But how the hell are you so close?”

Turns out that MC is in fact NOT a dragon. But is a legit firebender from ATLA.

He still calls her his dragon though.

707| Luciel| Saeyong Choi:

He’s not too sure when he noticed it.

Perhaps it was when he was doing a background check and noticed some strange things about MC’s medical history.

Or maybe it was when she accidentally cut her finger while cooking, but when he came back with a bandaid she wasn’t even bleeding. Who knows really. All he knew was that something wasn’t quite right.

There were a lot of situations. Accidental cuts, bruises, things that should’ve left a mark but didn’t. And he started to wonder if maybe she really was an alien from space.

It wasn’t until MC was in a car accident, that he found out the truth. It was a bad one. She should’ve died. And yet, he didn’t find out about it until long after it happened and MC came walking into the bunker, her clothes drenched in blood.

“WHAT HAPPENED?! R U OK? OMG!”

He’s super worried, almost on the verge of a panic attack.

“WE NEED TO GET YOU TO A HOSPITAL!”

“No hospitals,” she told him. “I’m fine, Saeyoung.”

“WTF? NO, YOU ARE NOT FINE. LOOK AT YOU!”

And that’s when she told him about her healing ability. Apparently, she couldn’t get hurt. Cuts, bruises, stab wounds, car accidents—none of it left a mark. She instantly healed from all of it.

“But doesn’t it still hurt?” He asked.

“Not so much anymore...I guess I’ve gotten used to the pain.”

He still doesn’t like it though. If anything knowing has made him even more anxious for MC’s safety b/c now he realizes that she has a blatant disregard for her own wellbeing.

“I don’t see why it matters if I get hurt,” she said. “It’s not like I won’t heal from it.”

“Because! I hate seeing you get hurt. Even if you do heal.”

She constantly has to reassure him that she’ll be okay & that she won’t do anything reckless every time she leaves the house.

But at the end of the day, he’s grateful that MC has that ability b/c if anything were to happen he knows that she’d be okay.

#mystic messenger headcannon #mystic messenger #mysme headcanon #mysme #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #mysme zen #mc with superpowers #rfa reaction post

[mysmashplaythroughs]

Who are you?

Yeah... it’s been a long time I realise since I last posted here. Various things happened, I got somewhat busy, I was kinda slow to write the Bowser post up and things seemingly got a bit rough when it came to Nintendo towards the end of 2020 so I felt a bit like I didn’t really want to post anything whilst that whole fire was going on. With that said, this was a fairly lengthy post anyway seeing as it’s about arguably one of, if not the most famous villain in gaming, so all in all it took a lot longer than I intended. I’m hoping this won’t be the same for the next few entries, and again if anyone does actually follow this blog I apologise for the long wait, hope the post is at least mildly interesting for people.

So, as for my overall thing, if anyone is keeping track of the list on this blog, I’ve just updated it to be up to date today. When it comes to where I am as such, I’ve played through mostly all the games I had on the list for fighters, all the games I had on the list for alt costumes and all the games I had on the list for Assist Trophies, Custom Moves, Helper Characters, Bosses and Enemies. I am now currently at the part of my list for stages, having most recently beaten Luigi’s Mansion. I’ve been really enjoying this part of the list, and for games I’ve already beaten, I’ve where possible revisited them just to go to the location the stage is based on, or if for example a racing game playing that race again etc. It’s been really fun and relaxing doing things like returning to Wind Waker HD in order to just sail around the Great Sea filling in the map, or visiting all parts of Hyrule in Twilight Princess HD. I’m sure there already have been some made, but I feel like if you know what you’re doing you could make some really relaxing videos of just wandering around game worlds (making sure to avoid spots you know enemies will ambush you of course).

I currently have two games I’m playing through, one for stages, and the other for the latest DLC character added to the roster. Currently I’m playing through Pokemon Platinum on DS and Xenoblade Chronicles 2 on Switch. I beat XC2 before, so this time I decided instead to play New Game Plus and my aim is to beat a certain challenge in the DLC that will allow me to unlock two specific characters, without spoiling too much for anyone who hasn’t played. So most of the time I’ve been working on building up most of the affinity charts for blades I really feel would help such as Corvin. I’ve really been getting the hang of how the combat system in the game works, something even having beaten the game I wasn’t really that good at. There’s some useful video guides I’ve seen on youtube such as Enel’s channel and Chuggaaconroy’s current LP which I’ve found good for information. For Platinum, I’ve just reached Eterna City, although I’ve probably been playing XC2 more just as I realise that’s probably going to take a lot longer to beat. 

So, beyond that, just generally I’ve been fairly pleased with what I’ve seen announced so far this year, granted I realise it’s been very divisive, between the Pokemon remakes, Skyward Sword HD, and the previously mentioned newcomers in Smash. Personally, I’m looking forward to most of the stuff, although probably the biggest thing for me is seeing Famicom Detective Club remakes coming out for the first time here. I’m a huge fan of visual novels and games like Ace Attorney, and with Ayumi’s trophy all the way back in Melee, it’s a series I’ve always wanted to play, but I was only ever able to play the fan-translation of FDC2 before. I really enjoyed that game so seeing scenes from it in trailers for the remake (complete with the creepy ‘girl in back’ ghost story) has been really great. Everyone’s been going on about how Nintendo just ignores their franchises besides Mario and sometimes Zelda, but it feels like people don’t seem to realise how Nintendo are essentially remaking two niche Japan only games from back on the Famicom, and releasing them in English for the first time ever, with full (Japanese) voice acting and everything, and it’s a genre Nintendo’s not really done much of. I’d love to see this succeed and lead to more old Nintendo franchises seeing remakes or just simply being translated sometime, something like Card Hero would be really neat. Anyway, regardless, I get if it’s really not a genre interesting to a fair few people, but FDC is probably one of my most anticipated games currently (also, if those rumours of Dai Gyakuten Saiban being ported and localised on Switch are true it’s going to be a really good time for me).

Time’s getting on for the final two DLC characters (assuming this is the final Fighter’s Pass). My current bet is on something like Crash Bandicoot and Ryu Hayabusa (although, some interviews have put doubt on that) although, if it was me personally who got to pick, I’d love to see Phoenix Wright get in, or heck Professor Layton. I like when the characters have a big history with Nintendo, which is why I find how controversial Pyra and Mythra, beyond arguments about designs etc, getting in is kinda ridiculous, especially when it’s people saying someone like Doomguy or Master Chief ‘deserved the spot more’ than one of Nintendo’s own series. Anyway, I should probably stop before I start something here lol, either way, looking forward to seeing who’s next, for the sake of my whole list thing, I hope it’s two interesting new series. Someone like Waluigi who’s already in the game would be pretty boring to me personally.

#off-topic #My Smash Playthrough #My Smash Playthroughs

[maiasolaire]

KDramas I Wanna Watch

Dramas recommended to me by friends and/or internet posts.

(Summaries aren’t mine)

1. She Was Pretty

Can you over-romanticize a cherished memory from childhood? Ji Sung Joon (Park Seo Joon) was a shy, porky kid who was constantly teased by the other kids for his rotund shape. When he transfers to a new school in fifth grade and meets Kim Hye Jin (Hwang Jung Eum), the prettiest, most popular girl in school, his life turns around. The kind-hearted Hye Jin becomes his only friend and protector — and they become each other’s first love. But then everything changes when Sung Joon’s family immigrates to the United States and then Hye Jin’s father’s business goes downhill, plunging her family from their previous wealthy lifestyle. But that’s not all! Hye Jin’s beautiful looks initially took after her mother. But as soon as Hye Jin hits puberty, her father’s genetic skin condition takes hold and leaves her with reddish facial scars that makes her resemble a raccoon. Fifteen years later, Sung Joon is a whole new person — dashing and handsome and a successful art director — who is transferred from New York to the Seoul office of “The Most” fashion magazine to work as the deputy chief editor. He tries to find his childhood friend, Hye Jin, again. But embarrassed by her current unglamorous appearance, Hye Jin passes off her best friend, the stunning Min Ha Ri (Go Jun Hee), as herself. But when Hye Jin is suddenly transferred to the magazine department at her new job to work as in intern under Sung Joon, how much longer can she keep her true identity a secret?

2. Descendants of the Sun

Some relationships are fated, despite the challenges of time and place.

Yoo Shi Jin (Song Joong Ki), the leader of a Special Forces unit, meets trauma surgeon Kang Mo Yeon (Song Hye Kyo) in a hospital emergency room after Shi Jin and his second-in-command, Seo Dae Young (Jin Goo), chase down a thief on their day off.

Shi Jin is immediately smitten with Mo Yeon, and he asks her out on a date. But Shi Jin keeps getting called to duty when he is with Mo Yeon, and the two also realize that they have conflicting views about human life (he will kill to protect his country and she has to save lives at all costs). They decide to break off their budding relationship as a result.

Dae Young also tries to break off his relationship with Army doctor Yoon Myeong Ju (Kim Ji Won) because her father, Lt. General Yoon (Kang Shin Il), thinks Shi Jin is a better match for his daughter.

Shi Jin and Dae Young are then deployed to the fictional war-torn country of Urk on a long-term assignment of helping the United Nations keep peace in the area. After repeatedly being passed over for a promotion because of her lack of connections, Mo Yeon gives up performing surgeries, loosening her principles somewhat to become a celebrity TV doctor and caring for VIP patients at the hospital. But when she refuses the sexual advances of the hospital chairman, Mo Yeon is picked to lead a medical team to staff a clinic in Urk! There, Mo Yeon unexpectedly reconnects with Shi Jin.

3. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Do Bong Soon (Park Bo Young) comes from a long line of women possessing Herculean strength. But Bong Soon can only use her strength for good; if she uses it for her own personal gain or to mistreat others, she can lose her strength forever like her mother, Hwang Jin Yi (Shim Hye Jin). Bong Soon’s twin brother, Do Bong Ki (An Woo Yeon) did not inherit the unusual family strength and is a doctor, but Bong Soon has trouble finding gainful employment as an aspiring game developer.

When Ahn Min Hyuk (Park Hyung Sik), the young CEO of AIN Software, a gaming company, witnesses Bong Soon’s amazing strength against a group of gangsters one day, he hires her to be his personal bodyguard to help him catch a man who has been making death threats against him. Bong Soon has a secret crush on her childhood friend, In Guk Doo (Ji Soo), a police detective who is trying to capture a dangerous kidnapper in Bong Soon’s neighborhood. Can Bong Soon help both men track down the culprits?

4. While You Were Sleeping

A young woman with bad premonition dreams meets two people who suddenly develop the same ability.

Nam Hong Joo (Suzy) lives with her mother, Yoon Moon Sun (Hwang Young Hee), a widow who runs a small restaurant. Jung Jae Chan (Lee Jong Suk), a rookie prosecutor, and his younger brother, Seung Won (Shin Jae Ha), move in across the street. Since she was young, Hong Joo has had the ability to see bad events before they happen, but she is often unable to do anything about it.

One day, Jae Chan has a strange premonition dream about an accident involving Hong Joo and Lee Yoo Beom (Lee Sang Yeob), a ruthless attorney who used to be Jae Chan’s tutor. Jae Chan decides to interfere in the course of events and ends up saving the lives of Hong Joo and Han Woo Tak (Jung Hae In), a young police officer. When Jae Chan, Hong Joo and Woo Tak then start having dreams about one another, they realize that their lives are now somehow entwined.

But can the three discover the reason that they were brought together, and can they prevent the people closest to them from getting hurt?

5. Just Between Lovers (Rain or Shine)

A building collapse ties the fates of three young people years later. Ten years ago, the S Mall collapsed due to shoddy construction, killing 48 people inside.

Ha Moon Soo (Won Jin Ah) was there with her younger sister, who perished in the accident. Lee Kang Doo (Junho) was there waiting for his father, who was an electrician doing work on the building. Seo Joo Won (Lee Ki Woo) was helping out his father, who was the head engineer of the building. Moon Soo, Kang Doo and Joo Won survived the horrible accident, but their loved ones did not.

Years later, Joo Won is an architect who is working on a new project to replace the former S Mall. With her keen eye for detail and sturdy building construction, Moon Soo ends up working for Joo Won on the project. Kang Doo works odd jobs to get by and ends up working at the new construction site.

How will they each deal with their respective pains as they are reminded of the event that changed all of their lives so profoundly?

6. Father Is Strange

This is one of those things that can disrupt a seemingly normal family. Byun Han Soo (Kim Young Chul) lives on the outskirts of Seoul with his selfless wife, Na Young Sil (Kim Hae Sook). Their bustling lives center around his small diner, “Daddy’s Snack Shop,” and their four adult children, Joon Young (Min Jin Woong), Hye Young (Lee Yoo Ri), Mi Young (Jung So Min) and Ra Young (Ryu Hwayoung).

Joon Young tries not to disappoint his parents as he has been unable to pass the civil service exam for five years. Hye Young is the most accomplished as a successful attorney who has an on-again, off-again relationship with Cha Jung Hwan (Ryu Soo Young), a television producer-director. After years of trying to land a job, Mi Young finally lands her dream job as an intern for Gabi Entertainment, only to discover that her high school bully, Kim Yoo Joo (Lee Mi Do), works there as a team leader. Ra Young works a yoga instructor and falls for Park Cheol Soo (Ahn Hyo Seop), who has absolutely no interest in returning her attention.

The close-knit Byun family is thrown into turmoil when Ahn Joong Hee (Lee Joon), an idol-turned-actor, shows up one day and claims that Han Soo is his father. Joong Hee is widely ridiculed by netizens as a robotic actor, but he is determined to earn respect by landing a role in a highly anticipated miniseries about a father-son relationship. But in order to conjure the emotions needed for the role, Joong Hee decides he needs to get to know the father he believes abandoned him and his mother 35 years ago.

Will Joong Hee’s appearance threaten to reveal a deeply buried secret and otherwise disrupt Han Soo’s happy family life?

7. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

What else could there be to life than barbells and heavy weights?

Kim Bok Joo (Lee Sung Kyung) is a weightlifting phenom who has only focused on barbells her entire life while growing up with her father, Kim Chang Gul (Ahn Gil Kang), is a former weightlifter. She attends Hanwool College of Physical Education, a university full of top-notch athletes who are driven to succeed in the hopes of representing their country in national and international competitions.

Bok Joo went to the same elementary school as Jung Joon Hyung (Nam Joo Hyuk) but reunites with him in college. He is now a competitive swimmer who is having trouble recovering from the trauma of being disqualified for a false start in his first international swim competition.

Song Shi Ho (Kyung Soo Jin) is a fiercely competitive rhythmic gymnast who won a silver medal at the Asian Games when she was 18, but the pressures of her sport drive her to break up with Joon Hyung. Bok Joo’s tunnel-vision life starts to change when she falls in love with Joon Hyung’s older cousin, Jung Jae Yi (Lee Jae Yoon), a former athlete who became an obesity doctor after suffering a career-ending injury.

Will Bok Joo learn that there is more to life than weightlifting?

8. Queen In Hyun’s Man

Every actress hopes that an opportunity will come along to play an iconic role that could bring her out of obscurity and make her a star.

For Choi Hee Jin (Yoo In Na), that opportunity is in a television drama playing the role of Queen In Hyun (Kim Hae In), who was deposed during the Joseon Dynasty as King Suk Jong’s (Seo Woo Jin) consort by the scheming actions of Lady Jang (Choi Woo Ri). But Hee Jin’s modern-day world collides with that of her character in ways she doesn’t fully understand.

Kim Boong Do (Ji Hyun Woo), a scholar from the Joseon era, is mysteriously transported 300 years into the future to modern-day Seoul and comes into Hee Jin’s life as she is preparing for her career-making role. Boong Do not only knew the real queen but also supported her reinstatement.

Was Boong Do brought to the future to help Hee Jin bring some authenticity to her role as the queen?

9. Madame Antoine

Can a very observant woman outwit a psychotherapist? Go Hye Rim (Han Ye Seul) operates the Madame Antoine cafe on the first floor of a building that also houses a famous psychotherapy clinic on the top floor. Hye Rim uses her keen intellect and heightened senses to also work as an adviser to psychotherapist Choi Soo Hyun (Sung Joon). But unknown to Hye Rim, Soo Hyun is running a top-secret experiment on her “ideal type of man” with the help of his younger half-brother, Choi Seung Chan (Jung Jin Woon), and clinic employee Won Ji Ho (Lee Joo Hyung). But unknown to Soo Hyun, Hye Rim also is being paid by a mysterious man to get a hold of Soo Hyun’s valuable experiment files. What is Soo Hyun’s true experiment, and will Hye Rim help him or hurt him in his research goals?

10. The Guardians (Lookout)

The Guardians tells the story of a group of people who team up to serve justice themselves after losing their loved ones to criminals. The group consists of a detective, prosecutor, hacker, and an extremely shy person. They want to give these criminals the punishment that they deserve, and take matters into their own hands as the corrupt justice system in South Korea fails to capture the culprits.

11. Circle (Circle: Two Worlds Connected)

A sci-fi mystery drama that takes place in both the year 2017 and the year 2037. In 2007, twin brothers, Kim Woo-jin and Kim Bum-gyun, witness an alien arrival that brings about a huge change in their lives. In 2017, Kim Woo-jin (Yeo Jin-goo), now a college student, notices that a series of suicides in his university is somehow linked to his brother, Kim Bum-gyun (An Woo-yeon). While in pursuit of the case, he meets Han Jung-yeon (Gong Seung-yeon), another college student who is investigating the serial suicides. In 2037, South Korea is now divided into General Earth, a heavily polluted place where crimes are rampant, and Smart Earth, a clean and peaceful city free from crimes. Kim Joon-hyuk (Kim Kang-woo) is a crime detective who tries to get into Smart Earth to investigate a case of twin brothers who went missing in 2017. Each episode contains two parts, the first part is set in 2017 called “Beta Project,” while the second part is set in 2037 called “Brave New World.”

12. The Heirs

The series follows a group of rich, privileged, and high school students as they are about to take over their families' business empires, overcoming difficulties and growing every step of the way.

Kim Tan (Lee Min-ho) is a wealthy heir to a large Korean conglomerate called Jeguk Group.[9] He was exiled to the U.S. by his brother Kim Won (Choi Jin-hyuk), who tries to take control of the family business.[10] While in the States, he meets Cha Eun-sang (Park Shin-hye), who went there to look for her sister.[11] Despite being engaged to Yoo Rachel (Kim Ji-won), a fellow heiress, Kim Tan soon falls in love with Eun-sang. When Kim Tan returns to Korea, his former best friend turned enemy Choi Young-do (Kim Woo-bin) begins picking on Eun-sang to irritate Tan. Tension ensues when Young-do also falls in love with Eun-sang, and Kim Tan is forced to choose between responsibility of pursuing the family business or love.

13. Laughter in Waikiki (Welcome to Waikiki)

The story of three men who come to run a failing guesthouse called Waikiki. Complications spark when their guesthouse is visited by a single mother and her baby.

14. I’m Not a Robot

Kim Min-kyu (Yoo Seung-ho) lives an isolated life due to a severe allergy to other people. He develops extreme rashes that rapidly spread throughout his body once he makes any form of skin contact. Jo Ji-ah (Chae Soo-bin) is a woman who is trying to make it in life by creating her own businesses. However, after an encounter with Min-kyu, she ends up pretending to be a robot in place of the supposed Aji 3 robot. The Aji 3 robot was developed by Ji-ah's ex-boyfriend, professor Hong Baek-kyun (Um Ki-joon) and his team. The robot was meant to be tested by genius Min-kyu, however an accident caused the robot's battery to malfunction. As Baek-kyun modeled the robot after Ji-ah, the team ends up recruiting her to take the place of Aji 3.

15. Because This Is My First Life

House-poor Nam Se-hee (Lee Min-ki) and homeless Yoon Ji-ho (Jung So-min), both unmarried in their thirties, start living together as housemates.

#series recs #mine

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Romancing San Francisco [Chapter #2: Master Yamaguchi Teaches]

Part Two

Ace Yamaguchi Teaches

[Buck turns into a Friend]

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The climate was warm in the mid year of l968, a breeze from the inlet leaked through the city, and the Turtles, the Doors and the Beatles music were being played all over the place, alongside "Elvis' Comeback". Everybody dressed like Sonny and Cher, or the Momma's and the Papa's it appeared everybody except me that is; because of the fact that I enjoyed the manner in which everybody dressed, I wound up still very moderate.

The trees along a significant number of the boulevards particularly Dolores Avenue were polished green. I got some bread, and white spread-on cheddar, carried it to the dojo and put it in the cooler, I loved it, something new that I got here in San Francisco. Alongside a corner store that would make any sort of sandwich you needed mơ thấy rùa đánh con gì On account of the adjustment in climate from Minnesota to San Francisco, my dietary patterns were likewise changing, - to lighter nourishments that is, and less meats; - increasingly Chinese nourishments additionally; I truly couldn't have cared less for Japanese nourishments. Somebody acquired crude snake, or so it appeared with white rice in it, and offered it as a treat for us at the dojo one night, it more likely than not been Goesi, - yet that is a supposition, I can't recollect. In spite of the fact that I generally appeared to have a decent craving, after a chomp or two of the treat, I lost it for the remainder of the night; yet as I was stating, with all the strolling, and now working at Lilli Ann, the dress structuring outfit, and doing my Karate ordinary, my hunger was vivacious.

It was extraordinary to walk the night away along the sea front with my karate companions, taking a gander at the numerous flames along the Pacific Coast. The glow of the flames moved right to tactile faculties, smelling the consumed wood on the flames, each of the few of us, watching the gleaming of the flares, its flashes attempting to climb to the space rock belt; - as the shinning moon skimmed over the water right to the edge of the coast, as though it had its requests stop in that spot. I felt it was a decent time to be alive. I cherished the water; - the hints of the immense waves hit the banks of the coast. The white froth splattering about. My days appeared to be perpetual, loaded up with to such an extent

back in St. Paul, Minnesota, the Mississippi runs directly through the city, right down to St. Louis, and onto New Orleans; and you got it, right to the Gulf of Mexico. As a child I'd make light of along its saves money with my companion Mike Rosette. We were a remarkable group. We'd run in and out the caverns along the bluffs that paralleled the banks of the Mississippi; some of the time avoiding the alcoholics sleeping wheezing ceaselessly the morning or as once in a while it would be, the evening. In any case, this was unique, this was not the Mighty Mississippi, Mark Twain's safe house, as he so wanted to expound on, as I wanted to stroll close to as a child, - yet this was the Gigantic Pacific Ocean, what I caught wind of, read about and now was before. It was difficult for me to change in accordance with seeing such a lot of water. Much alone, not see a conclusion to it. It blew my mind, such as remaining before the Empire State Building gazing upward, or looking down the Grand Canyon. I needed to approach it just to state I contacted it, got wet; as though it was hallowed waters. Yet, at that point anybody from Minnesota would have done likewise I'm certain, or lied that they didn't, - from the start in any case.

Additionally, along the Mississippi, you'd consider rodents to be enormous as tycoons, or little pooches, here you seen white jellyfish, shaded shells, among a couple of things. To every other person it was entirely expected, to me I was enchanted. In St. Paul, they quit permitting fires in '63, such a large number of bogus cautions, and the fire organization, or stations became ill of running for each fire around. We used to consume our junk in 50-gallon drums in those days. After around six to nine months, grandpa would have me and my sibling tip it over and void it out into an uncovered opening, and cover it. Be that as it may, those days were gone to; alongside consuming the fall leaves, I loved that additionally, the fall-smell of the leaves, the sparkles, much the same as these flames. Thus observing the flames brought back recollections, despite the fact that the relationship was very unique, they had their similitudes.

"Buck," I stated, asking "The police don't take care of these individuals having flames, and resting the night away... smoking pot, or whatever?"

Buck took a gander at me unusual, "No Chick, it's simply the times...everyone disregards every other person here; or attempts to. These individuals are only here for a brief timeframe, in any case."

We stood and investigated the camps, the blazes, until we at last got drained and made a beeline for the dojo; it appeared it was the gathering place. In any event for me, since it was the place I would rest.

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The next night Gosei was training a class, there was around thirty of us lounging around the dojo, legs crossed tonight. I was there three weeks back when Big John, presently a first degree dark, had recently gotten his belt advancement to dark belt, at that point seven days after the fact, he was preparing with Buck, and was assume to go easy on the grounds that they were taking a shot at structure and method however Big John didn't concur with the constraints it appeared, and crushed Buck in the face. Presently seven days after that occasion, here we are preparing and getting ready for tonight, Gosei had all of us sit down after around twenty minutes, towards the dividers, and got Big John out to assist him with a show. I felt something would occur; it was noticeable all around.

About this time I was finding a workable pace ways really well. He was a little man, calm, however as quick as helping, and you just never recognized what was at the forefront of his thoughts, as though he was continually thinking. I've seen he tosses a great many mixes of punches and kicks, while exhibiting with Buck; I just never could get the camera to take brisk enough pictures, there appeared to be consistently to have a haze in them indicating the speed. At the point when the photos got created they by method for the haze, it was astonishing to look at the image and make sense of how to function around his blend. What's more, every time he accomplished something, he had flawless equalization. As I had learned throughout everyday life, is the key to life, in all things, physical, mental, otherworldly, and mental. In the event that one of those components were missing, I had an issue, or would have. Then again he was the most delicate individual on earth, and adored humankind in his own cautious way. What's more, knew by one way or another, the nature of a man, as he blended it in with his way of life; in other words, whatever was anticipated from the Japanese understudy, in Japan, was a bit much what he expected of Americans in America. Something I would get, not exactly knowing where I had acquired it from, yet as I would later on do some voyaging, I figured out how to modify in a few distinct nations with no troubles for expanded times of times. It is a mater of thinking. Regardless, and Goesi was the first to show this blend for my life voyages I would require after I left San Francisco

as Big John got into his position, and right now I was a Green Belt, prepared to get my Brown Belt quickly, so I knew a considerable lot of the moves that would happen, and had about 18 months of karate training added to my repertoire preceding coming to San Francisco, of which a couple of months were with the Master Yamaguchi. As I was stating Big John was in his position - and GoJo Ryu being a protective style of karate, somebody needed to begin thus Gosei made a bogus move, which means just to rouse his adversary; conceivable this is the thing that happened to Buck and John exploiting it since it was practice. Regardless, at that point it occurred: - Big John began tossing his long arms out, and Goesi got under them, around them, and must of hit him about multiple times simultaneously; for John fell into a corner attempting to push the punches away absent a lot of effect, which was another slip-up of his, Gosei cut him done like a major oak tree since he left himself open at that point, until he was nearly on his knees blends were going quicker than the eye could compute, at that point he pulled back and halted and bowed, left, and educated all of us on what to do straightaway. No one was discussing what occurred, yet I knew the subliminal of many were staying at work longer than required, mine was. I cherished it. I knew Goesi was specific on how his understudies utilized their insight into karate, and one exercise was - I assume, nobody minds the amount you know, until you show the amount you give it a second thought. What's more, Goesi indicated in every case the amount he gave it a second thought; and to be very straight to the point did as well, Buck.

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Buck approached me the following day and inquired as to whether I needed to head out to the Japanese motion pictures with him; he truly preferred the sword warriors, the samurais. I loved doing that, - that is going out to see the films and seeing the samurai moving, - I was in an alternate world, an intriguing contrasted with my St. Paul world. Matter of actuality, I would consistently hold a little enthusiasm for that territory, after San Francisco, additionally; just as Sumo wrestling of which I would go to one somewhere in the range of thirty years not far off in Japan; just as bullfights, I would go to in Mexico, and cockfights in Peru, and all issues of battle, I could ingest: - I even wound up in Argentina for a South American Championship fight some thirty after four years.

I think Goesi had asked Buck, - in dread I'd go off to some far away place - or go drink myself to death, to become a close acquaintence with me a bit. He was a genuine dad figure for me, in addition to a legend of sorts, and was ending up being a companion too. Thus we went. I like this specific one, or personage in the Samurai motion picture world, he was visually impaired and could utilize his sword like Yamaguchi could his hands. In case I'm not mixed up, when this Samurai cut a fly into. I think they had genuine great embellishments in Japan for that film; yet I preferred it. Buck enjoyed Edgar Rice Burroughs likewise, he had perused I figure each of the seventy or eighty of his books, to incorporate Tarzan, the Mars books, Venus ones and god realizes what else. I was unable to accept he perused all them.

I was taking in something from Buck, not just how to be a companion, and battle, however how it may be conceivable som

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Jona's Bottom 5 Rant-Worthy Dramas of 2016

We're midway into February of 2017 and I'm still wrapping up reviews from 2016. That should give you an idea of how the last couple of months have gone for me.

But here we are, as promised, my bottom 5 worst dramas that I just happened to watch or try to watch this year. Admittedly, especially toward the end of the year I wound up dropping a lot of dramas, simply because nothing was holding my interest. Many of those dramas that I dropped or started and just never came back to, weren't bad shows exactly (Shopping King Louis, Moonlight Drawn By Clouds) but lacked conflict or suffered because of extensions or bad pacing. I didn't include those shows on the list. I tried to limit my selections to shows I felt were deeply and irredeemably flawed.

I did include a couple dramas I wound up dropping on this list, but I feel comfortable including them because even when I stopped watching them I followed their progress rather closely to see if I had been unfair in my estimation and I'm familiar with the pertinent plot details.

So let's wrap up my 2016 end of year reviews with the thing I'm best at: complaining about television shows!

5. Madame Antoine

When I first heard about this show, I have to admit I was intrigued. The early plot summaries framed it as a "fake dating in the name of science" romcom with an opposites attract dynamic that sounded like it could be fun. And while I haven't had a whole lot of exposure to either Sung Joon or Han Ye Seul (I think I've seen one drama each) I knew that they could be appealing actors...given a good project.

Unfortunately, this was not a good project. I felt icky just trying to watch this, and the only reason it didn't end up higher up my list of the worst is because I only made it through 3 episodes before dropping. Considering that it came out at the end of January and I didn't even get that far, I feel like it says something that this show still managed to make such an unfavorable impression.

Bottom Line: This was a mistake. The psychology in this show is an offensively inaccurate mess. The premise is downright unethical. And the male lead is reprehensible. Check please.

4. W: Two World

This is probably about where people are going to start rolling their eyes at me, because W: Two Worlds doesn't deserve to be in the bottom 5 when there are things like Cheese in the Trap and Beautiful Mind made it into my best list, but to me this inclusion is more about a severity of disappointment than a overall lack of quality.

The truth is, if had started out a really mediocre drama and maintained that mediocrity for the majority of it's run, it wouldn't even be on this list. This show is on here exactly because it started out so damn good that it crashed and burned so spectacularly. When you are working with such a high concept idea as "the daughter of a writer get's sucked into her father's work and falls in love with the main character, who has spontaneously developed free will" you better have a strong narrative handle on it and know exactly what you want to do with it. Otherwise what you end up with is a bloated, convoluted and unsatisfying mess. Which is exactly what W ended up being.

Bottom Line: If you want to approach this purely as a Lee Jong Suk or Han Hyo Joo fan and just watch for the kiss scenes, then maybe this drama is worth your time. For the first half especially there were some really jaw-dropping surprises, but the ending will leave you wondering what it was all for.

3. Lucky Romance

I really wish I didn't have to include this drama on my worst list. I wish there was at least one Hwang Jung Eum drama I've watched that I could wholeheartedly recommend, but there's just not. And the funny thing is, it's not her fault. I know that some people find her flailing and screeching unbearable, but I like her. I think she's an admirable dramatic and comedic actor. But dang if the dramas she picks don't get under my skin for one reason or another.

There's something downright upsetting about the "I need to bang you or my sister will literally die" premise that comes across creepy when they mean to be funny, ridiculous when they need to be serious. This is one of those dramas you want to be able to love on the strength of the male lead alone, but everything else about the story keeps getting in the way. I think there is a version of this story that could have worked, but the route the took was safe and lazy where it wasn't morally questionable.

Bottom Line: Between a poor handling of an ambiguously supernatural premise, a cast of supporting characters who felt strangely detached from the plot, and a female lead who gets no dynamic arc, this show left me feeling empty. Ryu Jun Yeol's performance deserved a better drama.

2. Uncontrollably Fond

Uncontrollably Fond was one of my most anticipated dramas of 2016, and I know I'm not the only one. I think a lot of people were excited to see Kim Woo Bin with a meatier, first lead role. This project was also interesting because it was completely pre-produced, which promised a longer gestation period but higher production values and hopefully a more complete, satisfying story. In equal part, however, there was trepidation. In part because of Suzy's polarizing presence, and in part because of the writer's tragic, melodramatic track record.

Unfortunately, for people like me cheering on the move toward pre-produced dramas, UF was a decided misfire. The story itself was meandering, cold, and downright punishing at times. The makjang elements felt 10 or more years out of date. And it really is a shame because all other considerations aside, Kim Woo Bin's performance was exceptional and I would like to see him take on more roles like this in the future.

Bottom Line: When your plot lacks direction and forward momentum and your characters lack rational motivations, it's easy to feel like the writer has set out to hurt you for no good reason. This show really knew how to put the "jerk" in tearjerker.

1. The K2

I truly feel that I gave The K2 and honest to goodness chance to win me over because I wanted so badly to be able to enjoy it, but from the very first episodes it simply didn't work. The thing that makes this such a virulent disappointment--beside being an unconscionable waste of Ji Chang Wook's beautiful abs face--is that all the constituent parts of a really great show are there.

Far be it from me to pan a show because of an idol actor. I'm ready and willing to judge each performer on their individual merit. However, not only am I confident that Song Yoon Ah could act circles around the other Yoona in her sleep, but the gulf of difference in complexity, presentation and romantic chemistry between their respective characters (Yoo Jin and Anna) was so vast as to make it impossible sympathize with the central couple. The game was rigged before Yoona even had a change to compete. It was a lot of things but it often comes down to structural pitfalls and presentation. It took so long for Anna to be developed and her characterization made her so hopelessly infantilized, that she had no hope of overtaking Yoo Jin in the audience's affections.

Bottom Line: Where is my bittersweet enemies-to-lovers noona romance? That's what the people want! The only thing that could have saved this drama would have been a drastic change in narrative direction, and unfortunately that was never going to happen.

#2016 year in review #exit rave #exit rant #bottom 5 #the k2 #uncontrollably fond #lucky romance #w: two worlds #madame antoine

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The Dodgers Best Moments of 2019 So Far – Cody, Weekend of Walk-Offs, Walker and More

Because the Dodgers unwind on the All-Star Break, the workforce not solely stands atop the baseball world with the most effective document in both league, however is on tempo to set the franchise mark for wins in a season. If they will do this, and eventually win the World Collection, they might stand to be the most effective staff in each Brooklyn and Los Angeles historical past. 

Thus, it’s no shock they’ve already made loads of franchise and MLB historical past in simply half a season. Listed here are a few of the prime moments of the primary of the season for these 2019 Los Angeles Dodgers. 

Dodgers Nation, what are your favourite moments of the primary half?

— Dodgers Nation (@DodgersNation) July 10, 2019

Will Smith’s First Main League Homer is a Particular One 

It’s no secret the Dodgers have been weak at catcher lately, making the anticipation for his or her cadre of prospects on the place all of the larger. Will Smith confirmed simply why the longer term is vibrant together with his first main league residence run on June 1 towards the Phillies. Even higher: it was a walk-off blast. 

Will Smith’s first Main League residence run is a walk-off. Superior. pic.twitter.com/E5KNCX9w1m

— Mike Rutherford (@CardChronicle) June 2, 2019

Joc Blasts the First Stroll-Off of the Season 

Earlier than mesmerizing the baseball world together with his valiant Residence Run Derby show this week, Joc gave the Dodgers a satisfying first walk-off win of the yr on April 16. Within the collection that marked Yasiel Puig and Matt Kemp’s return to Dodger Stadium, the Cincinnati Reds appeared like they have been going to proceed their weird mastery over the Dodgers when Kemp laced a go-ahead RBI single off Kenley Jansen within the prime of the ninth. Fortunately. Joc had different plans, launching a two-run shot into orbit for a Four-Three walk-off win. 

JOC JAMS! ?

Joc Pederson smashes a walk-off HR to offer the Dodgers the win! pic.twitter.com/bYNoOLPbdD

— ESPN (@espn) April 16, 2019

Hyun-Jin Ryu Shuts Out Atlanta

Whereas Bellinger steals the highlight on offense, Hyun-Jin Ryu is making a robust case for NL Cy Younger together with his 2019 season. He has been dominant in each regard, and one nice show got here in early Might when he pitched a complete-game shutout of the Braves at house. Particularly after his lengthy historical past of accidents, seeing him toss a gem of that caliber is poignant.

Because of Twitter follower @puptartss for submitting this one!

Haiku 5/7/19 recreation 38.#Braves zero, #Dodgers 9

Threepeat for JT Bangs Three dongs. Full shutout recreation for Hyun Jin Ryu#HyunJinRyu#Justinturner #shutout #completegame #threepeat #Dodgerstadium #Dodgershaiku #Baseballhaiku #Mydayinla #baseball pic.twitter.com/bWjoq013Ll

— Dodgershaiku (@Dodgershaiku1) Might Eight, 2019

Three Rookies Stroll Off in Ecstatic Trend

After Walker Buehler’s unimaginable 16-Okay begin (detailed under), Matt Beaty sealed it with a walk-off two run homer towards the Rockies on June 21. The heroics of two younger stars in a single recreation confirmed why the Dodgers’ funding of their youth is paying off now and for the longer term. They usually have been just the start of what was to return that weekend.

What an evening for the Dodgers

? 16 Okay’s for Walker Buehler ? Stroll-off 2R HR for Matt Beaty (referred to as up at the moment)

(by way of @Dodgers)pic.twitter.com/ibjK2e1f9e

— Bleacher Report MLB (@BR_MLB) June 22, 2019

Virtually as necessary as Cody Bellinger’s unimaginable season has been the consistency of rookie Alex Verdugo. After being floated round as commerce bait all offseason, the group’s determination to stay with him has paid dividends. He’s been a strong on a regular basis bat, and it was solely a matter of time earlier than he had a walk-off house run. He received it within the second recreation on June 22 towards the Rockies, the second by a rookie in that collection.

WALK IT OFF, ALEX VERDUGO. pic.twitter.com/KtQPuUouAN

— Sporting Information MLB (@sn_mlb) June 23, 2019

It wouldn’t be the final — that might be the one corked by Will Smith within the collection finale. His towering three-run blast with two outs made the Dodgers the primary group in MLB historical past to have three consecutive walk-off HRs by rookies. In the event that they do find yourself profitable the World Collection this October, this collection shall be remembered because the one the place their championship id was cast.

Will Smith hits a Stroll-Off Three Run Residence Run vs the Rockies! #dodgers #walkoff #mlb #rockies pic.twitter.com/ntCEpTdZ72

— Sports activities Speak (@SportsTalkNews_) June 23, 2019

Pedro Baez Enters With Bases Loaded and No Outs, Escapes Jam

Pedro Baez’s ascension from bullpen pariah to fan favourite has been one of many nice under-the-radar storyline of Dodger baseball the previous couple of years. In a season the place the bullpen has been universally despised, he nonetheless has had some terrific moments. On April 27 towards the Pirates at house, he entered within the eighth inning with the bases loaded and no one out. He then retired three straight to flee with no injury executed, ending it by putting out slugger Josh Bell. The Dodgers held on to win Three-1 consequently.

Hats off to Twitter follower for this suggestion!

PEDRO BAEZ STRIKES HIM OUT! Pedro will get Three straight outs with the bases loaded. WOW!!!! pic.twitter.com/YpQNJMblXk

— Dodgers Nation (@DodgersNation) April 28, 2019

Bats Come Again From the Lifeless to Stroll Off Diaz and the Mets 

Might seemed prefer it was going to finish with a lure collection towards the hapless Mets, as Walker Buehler and the bullpen have been torched for eight runs. Main Eight-Four and with nearer Edwin Diaz on the mound, the sport seemed over within the ninth. However Joc Pederson and Max Muncy responded with back-to-back solo photographs, earlier than Cody Bellinger tied it with an RBI double. All of it ended with a walk-off sacrifice fly from Alex Verdugo, making for one of the crucial sudden however satisfying wins of the season. 

The SooHoo”Dodgers”Scrapbook “Floating On Air” 5/29/19-Alex Verdugo with the walk-off towards the Mets at Dodger Stadium. ?: @jon.soohoo @dodgers @dugie11 #dodgers @mets @nikonusa #sharesocal #thesoohoododgersscrapbook https://t.co/EBlWyrQ6kr pic.twitter.com/BKZxm6zxlb

— Jon SooHoo (@JonSooHooPics) Might 30, 2019

Bellinger Robs Yelich and Torches Hader in Milwaukee 

The guts and soul of the 2019 Dodgers has been Cody Bellinger’s breakout yr, one that provides him an opportunity to usurp Christian Yelich as Nationwide League Most Beneficial Participant. His greatest showcase for it was fittingly in Milwaukee on April 21, the place he not solely robbed Yelich of a house run, however blasted the go-ahead shot off aid ace Josh Hader. 

Because the clever thinker Ric Aptitude stated, “In an effort to be the person, you’ve gotta beat the person.” Cody Bellinger beat each of the lads in a single recreation. 

? Rob Christian Yelich of a HR ? Hit the go-ahead HR

Cody Bellinger obtained it carried out on each side at the moment ? pic.twitter.com/cUu9efar2Q

— SportsCenter (@SportsCenter) April 21, 2019

Offense Explodes for an Opening Day to Keep in mind 

The tone for the season was set on Opening Day at house towards Arizona. Clearly displaying Robert Van Scoyoc’s influence on the bats, the Dodgers launched an MLB Opening Day report eight residence runs for a 12-5 win. Joc Pederson and Enrique Hernandez had two apiece, with Austin Barnes, Corey Seager, Max Muncy, and Cody Bellinger becoming a member of in on the enjoyable as nicely. 

RECAP: #Dodgers set an Opening Day document with eight residence runs in 12-5 win over D-Backs. #OpeningDayLA

?: https://t.co/tSBDo5RZu3 pic.twitter.com/o0JfAGEkNR

— Los Angeles Dodgers (@Dodgers) March 29, 2019

Muncy Tells Bumgarner to “Go Get It Out of the Ocean”

It’s one of the crucial drained acts in baseball this decade: a batter will get a superb hit off Madison Bumgarner, just for the ornery ace to angrily reprimand them with no provocation. Such was the case on June 9, when Max Muncy took the Giants ace deep for solo shot into McCovey Cove. Regardless of leaving the batter’s field pretty swiftly, MadBum did his traditional fun-policing. Quite than simply take it, Muncy fired proper again, telling Bumgarner to go get the house run out of the ocean. A social media (and t-shirt) subject day ensued. 

Max Muncy Residence Run off Bumgarner #SplashHit #Dodgers #Giants pic.twitter.com/JsIZcQFDaJ

— Dodgers (@LADodger2018) June 9, 2019

The Dodgers Destroy, and Mercilessly Troll, MadBum One Final Time

In what may be his final begin towards the Dodgers (a minimum of as a Big), Madison Bumgarner was appropriately dished out loads of mockery over the “Go Get It Out of the Ocean” incident. Organist Dieter Ruehle rattled off seemingly each ocean-themed track within the cultural lexicon, whereas loads of gamers wore shirts with the slogan. Most significantly, they torched their longtime rival in an eventual 9-Eight victory.

This is a montage of 5 (!) ocean-themed songs Dodgers organist @DieterRuehle performed for Madison Bumgarner and Max Muncy tonight ??? pic.twitter.com/isJoOIBBCV

— Organist Alert (@organistalert) June 21, 2019

Buehler Dominates Like It’s 1968 

A robust contender for recreation of the yr not solely due to its ending, however the efficiency that set it up. That was the 1968-level pitching masterpiece spun by Walker Buehler, who rung up 16 Rockies in 9 entire innings. In an period of openers and tremendous bullpens, the child from Vanderbilt confirmed why dominant beginning pitching really is probably the most lovely science in baseball. (And a key to tempo of play, as the sport was solely two hours and 12 minutes.) 

Walker Buehler’s 16 Okay tonight are probably the most by any @Dodgers pitcher in a recreation by which additionally they issued no walks within the Trendy period (since 1900). (h/t @EliasSports)

15 of his 16 strikeouts have been swinging, tied for the 2nd-most by any starter in a recreation within the final 10 seasons. pic.twitter.com/6m1bNSqK02

— ESPN Stats & Information (@ESPNStatsInfo) June 22, 2019

Offense Works 5 Straight Walks for a Stroll-Off

The group went on a 2017-esque streak earlier than the ASB the place they not solely walked off night time after night time, however stored discovering new methods to do it. Towards Diamondbacks reliever Greg Holland, they discovered probably the most unconventional method of profitable by working 5 straight walks with two outs within the ninth. It wasn’t precisely a hovering residence run, however it was proof that this staff can do no matter it takes to win.

Dave Roberts on the #Dodgers working 5 consecutive walks, @RossStripling’s outing and some of his takeaways. pic.twitter.com/Pv8CnpW7At

— SportsNet LA (@SportsNetLA) July Three, 2019

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#2019 Dodgers #Editorials #First half #News

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The Dodgers Best Moments of 2019 So Far – Cody, Weekend of Walk-Offs, Walker and More

Because the Dodgers unwind on the All-Star Break, the workforce not solely stands atop the baseball world with the most effective document in both league, however is on tempo to set the franchise mark for wins in a season. If they will do this, and eventually win the World Collection, they might stand to be the most effective staff in each Brooklyn and Los Angeles historical past. 

Thus, it’s no shock they’ve already made loads of franchise and MLB historical past in simply half a season. Listed here are a few of the prime moments of the primary of the season for these 2019 Los Angeles Dodgers. 

Dodgers Nation, what are your favourite moments of the primary half?

— Dodgers Nation (@DodgersNation) July 10, 2019

Will Smith’s First Main League Homer is a Particular One 

It’s no secret the Dodgers have been weak at catcher lately, making the anticipation for his or her cadre of prospects on the place all of the larger. Will Smith confirmed simply why the longer term is vibrant together with his first main league residence run on June 1 towards the Phillies. Even higher: it was a walk-off blast. 

Will Smith’s first Main League residence run is a walk-off. Superior. pic.twitter.com/E5KNCX9w1m

— Mike Rutherford (@CardChronicle) June 2, 2019

Joc Blasts the First Stroll-Off of the Season 

Earlier than mesmerizing the baseball world together with his valiant Residence Run Derby show this week, Joc gave the Dodgers a satisfying first walk-off win of the yr on April 16. Within the collection that marked Yasiel Puig and Matt Kemp’s return to Dodger Stadium, the Cincinnati Reds appeared like they have been going to proceed their weird mastery over the Dodgers when Kemp laced a go-ahead RBI single off Kenley Jansen within the prime of the ninth. Fortunately. Joc had different plans, launching a two-run shot into orbit for a Four-Three walk-off win. 

JOC JAMS! ?

Joc Pederson smashes a walk-off HR to offer the Dodgers the win! pic.twitter.com/bYNoOLPbdD

— ESPN (@espn) April 16, 2019

Hyun-Jin Ryu Shuts Out Atlanta

Whereas Bellinger steals the highlight on offense, Hyun-Jin Ryu is making a robust case for NL Cy Younger together with his 2019 season. He has been dominant in each regard, and one nice show got here in early Might when he pitched a complete-game shutout of the Braves at house. Particularly after his lengthy historical past of accidents, seeing him toss a gem of that caliber is poignant.

Because of Twitter follower @puptartss for submitting this one!

Haiku 5/7/19 recreation 38.#Braves zero, #Dodgers 9

Threepeat for JT Bangs Three dongs. Full shutout recreation for Hyun Jin Ryu#HyunJinRyu#Justinturner #shutout #completegame #threepeat #Dodgerstadium #Dodgershaiku #Baseballhaiku #Mydayinla #baseball pic.twitter.com/bWjoq013Ll

— Dodgershaiku (@Dodgershaiku1) Might Eight, 2019

Three Rookies Stroll Off in Ecstatic Trend

After Walker Buehler’s unimaginable 16-Okay begin (detailed under), Matt Beaty sealed it with a walk-off two run homer towards the Rockies on June 21. The heroics of two younger stars in a single recreation confirmed why the Dodgers’ funding of their youth is paying off now and for the longer term. They usually have been just the start of what was to return that weekend.

What an evening for the Dodgers

? 16 Okay’s for Walker Buehler ? Stroll-off 2R HR for Matt Beaty (referred to as up at the moment)

(by way of @Dodgers)pic.twitter.com/ibjK2e1f9e

— Bleacher Report MLB (@BR_MLB) June 22, 2019

Virtually as necessary as Cody Bellinger’s unimaginable season has been the consistency of rookie Alex Verdugo. After being floated round as commerce bait all offseason, the group’s determination to stay with him has paid dividends. He’s been a strong on a regular basis bat, and it was solely a matter of time earlier than he had a walk-off house run. He received it within the second recreation on June 22 towards the Rockies, the second by a rookie in that collection.

WALK IT OFF, ALEX VERDUGO. pic.twitter.com/KtQPuUouAN

— Sporting Information MLB (@sn_mlb) June 23, 2019

It wouldn’t be the final — that might be the one corked by Will Smith within the collection finale. His towering three-run blast with two outs made the Dodgers the primary group in MLB historical past to have three consecutive walk-off HRs by rookies. In the event that they do find yourself profitable the World Collection this October, this collection shall be remembered because the one the place their championship id was cast.

Will Smith hits a Stroll-Off Three Run Residence Run vs the Rockies! #dodgers #walkoff #mlb #rockies pic.twitter.com/ntCEpTdZ72

— Sports activities Speak (@SportsTalkNews_) June 23, 2019

Pedro Baez Enters With Bases Loaded and No Outs, Escapes Jam

Pedro Baez’s ascension from bullpen pariah to fan favourite has been one of many nice under-the-radar storyline of Dodger baseball the previous couple of years. In a season the place the bullpen has been universally despised, he nonetheless has had some terrific moments. On April 27 towards the Pirates at house, he entered within the eighth inning with the bases loaded and no one out. He then retired three straight to flee with no injury executed, ending it by putting out slugger Josh Bell. The Dodgers held on to win Three-1 consequently.

Hats off to Twitter follower for this suggestion!

PEDRO BAEZ STRIKES HIM OUT! Pedro will get Three straight outs with the bases loaded. WOW!!!! pic.twitter.com/YpQNJMblXk

— Dodgers Nation (@DodgersNation) April 28, 2019

Bats Come Again From the Lifeless to Stroll Off Diaz and the Mets 

Might seemed prefer it was going to finish with a lure collection towards the hapless Mets, as Walker Buehler and the bullpen have been torched for eight runs. Main Eight-Four and with nearer Edwin Diaz on the mound, the sport seemed over within the ninth. However Joc Pederson and Max Muncy responded with back-to-back solo photographs, earlier than Cody Bellinger tied it with an RBI double. All of it ended with a walk-off sacrifice fly from Alex Verdugo, making for one of the crucial sudden however satisfying wins of the season. 

The SooHoo”Dodgers”Scrapbook “Floating On Air” 5/29/19-Alex Verdugo with the walk-off towards the Mets at Dodger Stadium. ?: @jon.soohoo @dodgers @dugie11 #dodgers @mets @nikonusa #sharesocal #thesoohoododgersscrapbook https://t.co/EBlWyrQ6kr pic.twitter.com/BKZxm6zxlb

— Jon SooHoo (@JonSooHooPics) Might 30, 2019

Bellinger Robs Yelich and Torches Hader in Milwaukee 

The guts and soul of the 2019 Dodgers has been Cody Bellinger’s breakout yr, one that provides him an opportunity to usurp Christian Yelich as Nationwide League Most Beneficial Participant. His greatest showcase for it was fittingly in Milwaukee on April 21, the place he not solely robbed Yelich of a house run, however blasted the go-ahead shot off aid ace Josh Hader. 

Because the clever thinker Ric Aptitude stated, “In an effort to be the person, you’ve gotta beat the person.” Cody Bellinger beat each of the lads in a single recreation. 

? Rob Christian Yelich of a HR ? Hit the go-ahead HR

Cody Bellinger obtained it carried out on each side at the moment ? pic.twitter.com/cUu9efar2Q

— SportsCenter (@SportsCenter) April 21, 2019

Offense Explodes for an Opening Day to Keep in mind 

The tone for the season was set on Opening Day at house towards Arizona. Clearly displaying Robert Van Scoyoc’s influence on the bats, the Dodgers launched an MLB Opening Day report eight residence runs for a 12-5 win. Joc Pederson and Enrique Hernandez had two apiece, with Austin Barnes, Corey Seager, Max Muncy, and Cody Bellinger becoming a member of in on the enjoyable as nicely. 

RECAP: #Dodgers set an Opening Day document with eight residence runs in 12-5 win over D-Backs. #OpeningDayLA

?: https://t.co/tSBDo5RZu3 pic.twitter.com/o0JfAGEkNR

— Los Angeles Dodgers (@Dodgers) March 29, 2019

Muncy Tells Bumgarner to “Go Get It Out of the Ocean”

It’s one of the crucial drained acts in baseball this decade: a batter will get a superb hit off Madison Bumgarner, just for the ornery ace to angrily reprimand them with no provocation. Such was the case on June 9, when Max Muncy took the Giants ace deep for solo shot into McCovey Cove. Regardless of leaving the batter’s field pretty swiftly, MadBum did his traditional fun-policing. Quite than simply take it, Muncy fired proper again, telling Bumgarner to go get the house run out of the ocean. A social media (and t-shirt) subject day ensued. 

Max Muncy Residence Run off Bumgarner #SplashHit #Dodgers #Giants pic.twitter.com/JsIZcQFDaJ

— Dodgers (@LADodger2018) June 9, 2019

The Dodgers Destroy, and Mercilessly Troll, MadBum One Final Time

In what may be his final begin towards the Dodgers (a minimum of as a Big), Madison Bumgarner was appropriately dished out loads of mockery over the “Go Get It Out of the Ocean” incident. Organist Dieter Ruehle rattled off seemingly each ocean-themed track within the cultural lexicon, whereas loads of gamers wore shirts with the slogan. Most significantly, they torched their longtime rival in an eventual 9-Eight victory.

This is a montage of 5 (!) ocean-themed songs Dodgers organist @DieterRuehle performed for Madison Bumgarner and Max Muncy tonight ??? pic.twitter.com/isJoOIBBCV

— Organist Alert (@organistalert) June 21, 2019

Buehler Dominates Like It’s 1968 

A robust contender for recreation of the yr not solely due to its ending, however the efficiency that set it up. That was the 1968-level pitching masterpiece spun by Walker Buehler, who rung up 16 Rockies in 9 entire innings. In an period of openers and tremendous bullpens, the child from Vanderbilt confirmed why dominant beginning pitching really is probably the most lovely science in baseball. (And a key to tempo of play, as the sport was solely two hours and 12 minutes.) 

Walker Buehler’s 16 Okay tonight are probably the most by any @Dodgers pitcher in a recreation by which additionally they issued no walks within the Trendy period (since 1900). (h/t @EliasSports)

15 of his 16 strikeouts have been swinging, tied for the 2nd-most by any starter in a recreation within the final 10 seasons. pic.twitter.com/6m1bNSqK02

— ESPN Stats & Information (@ESPNStatsInfo) June 22, 2019

Offense Works 5 Straight Walks for a Stroll-Off

The group went on a 2017-esque streak earlier than the ASB the place they not solely walked off night time after night time, however stored discovering new methods to do it. Towards Diamondbacks reliever Greg Holland, they discovered probably the most unconventional method of profitable by working 5 straight walks with two outs within the ninth. It wasn’t precisely a hovering residence run, however it was proof that this staff can do no matter it takes to win.

Dave Roberts on the #Dodgers working 5 consecutive walks, @RossStripling’s outing and some of his takeaways. pic.twitter.com/Pv8CnpW7At

— SportsNet LA (@SportsNetLA) July Three, 2019

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#2019 Dodgers #Editorials #First half #News

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The Dodgers Best Moments of 2019 So Far – Cody, Weekend of Walk-Offs, Walker and More

Because the Dodgers unwind on the All-Star Break, the workforce not solely stands atop the baseball world with the most effective document in both league, however is on tempo to set the franchise mark for wins in a season. If they will do this, and eventually win the World Collection, they might stand to be the most effective staff in each Brooklyn and Los Angeles historical past. 

Thus, it’s no shock they’ve already made loads of franchise and MLB historical past in simply half a season. Listed here are a few of the prime moments of the primary of the season for these 2019 Los Angeles Dodgers. 

Dodgers Nation, what are your favourite moments of the primary half?

— Dodgers Nation (@DodgersNation) July 10, 2019

Will Smith’s First Main League Homer is a Particular One 

It’s no secret the Dodgers have been weak at catcher lately, making the anticipation for his or her cadre of prospects on the place all of the larger. Will Smith confirmed simply why the longer term is vibrant together with his first main league residence run on June 1 towards the Phillies. Even higher: it was a walk-off blast. 

Will Smith’s first Main League residence run is a walk-off. Superior. pic.twitter.com/E5KNCX9w1m

— Mike Rutherford (@CardChronicle) June 2, 2019

Joc Blasts the First Stroll-Off of the Season 

Earlier than mesmerizing the baseball world together with his valiant Residence Run Derby show this week, Joc gave the Dodgers a satisfying first walk-off win of the yr on April 16. Within the collection that marked Yasiel Puig and Matt Kemp’s return to Dodger Stadium, the Cincinnati Reds appeared like they have been going to proceed their weird mastery over the Dodgers when Kemp laced a go-ahead RBI single off Kenley Jansen within the prime of the ninth. Fortunately. Joc had different plans, launching a two-run shot into orbit for a Four-Three walk-off win. 

JOC JAMS! ?

Joc Pederson smashes a walk-off HR to offer the Dodgers the win! pic.twitter.com/bYNoOLPbdD

— ESPN (@espn) April 16, 2019

Hyun-Jin Ryu Shuts Out Atlanta

Whereas Bellinger steals the highlight on offense, Hyun-Jin Ryu is making a robust case for NL Cy Younger together with his 2019 season. He has been dominant in each regard, and one nice show got here in early Might when he pitched a complete-game shutout of the Braves at house. Particularly after his lengthy historical past of accidents, seeing him toss a gem of that caliber is poignant.

Because of Twitter follower @puptartss for submitting this one!

Haiku 5/7/19 recreation 38.#Braves zero, #Dodgers 9

Threepeat for JT Bangs Three dongs. Full shutout recreation for Hyun Jin Ryu#HyunJinRyu#Justinturner #shutout #completegame #threepeat #Dodgerstadium #Dodgershaiku #Baseballhaiku #Mydayinla #baseball pic.twitter.com/bWjoq013Ll

— Dodgershaiku (@Dodgershaiku1) Might Eight, 2019

Three Rookies Stroll Off in Ecstatic Trend

After Walker Buehler’s unimaginable 16-Okay begin (detailed under), Matt Beaty sealed it with a walk-off two run homer towards the Rockies on June 21. The heroics of two younger stars in a single recreation confirmed why the Dodgers’ funding of their youth is paying off now and for the longer term. They usually have been just the start of what was to return that weekend.

What an evening for the Dodgers

? 16 Okay’s for Walker Buehler ? Stroll-off 2R HR for Matt Beaty (referred to as up at the moment)

(by way of @Dodgers)pic.twitter.com/ibjK2e1f9e

— Bleacher Report MLB (@BR_MLB) June 22, 2019

Virtually as necessary as Cody Bellinger’s unimaginable season has been the consistency of rookie Alex Verdugo. After being floated round as commerce bait all offseason, the group’s determination to stay with him has paid dividends. He’s been a strong on a regular basis bat, and it was solely a matter of time earlier than he had a walk-off house run. He received it within the second recreation on June 22 towards the Rockies, the second by a rookie in that collection.

WALK IT OFF, ALEX VERDUGO. pic.twitter.com/KtQPuUouAN

— Sporting Information MLB (@sn_mlb) June 23, 2019

It wouldn’t be the final — that might be the one corked by Will Smith within the collection finale. His towering three-run blast with two outs made the Dodgers the primary group in MLB historical past to have three consecutive walk-off HRs by rookies. In the event that they do find yourself profitable the World Collection this October, this collection shall be remembered because the one the place their championship id was cast.

Will Smith hits a Stroll-Off Three Run Residence Run vs the Rockies! #dodgers #walkoff #mlb #rockies pic.twitter.com/ntCEpTdZ72

— Sports activities Speak (@SportsTalkNews_) June 23, 2019

Pedro Baez Enters With Bases Loaded and No Outs, Escapes Jam

Pedro Baez’s ascension from bullpen pariah to fan favourite has been one of many nice under-the-radar storyline of Dodger baseball the previous couple of years. In a season the place the bullpen has been universally despised, he nonetheless has had some terrific moments. On April 27 towards the Pirates at house, he entered within the eighth inning with the bases loaded and no one out. He then retired three straight to flee with no injury executed, ending it by putting out slugger Josh Bell. The Dodgers held on to win Three-1 consequently.

Hats off to Twitter follower for this suggestion!

PEDRO BAEZ STRIKES HIM OUT! Pedro will get Three straight outs with the bases loaded. WOW!!!! pic.twitter.com/YpQNJMblXk

— Dodgers Nation (@DodgersNation) April 28, 2019

Bats Come Again From the Lifeless to Stroll Off Diaz and the Mets 

Might seemed prefer it was going to finish with a lure collection towards the hapless Mets, as Walker Buehler and the bullpen have been torched for eight runs. Main Eight-Four and with nearer Edwin Diaz on the mound, the sport seemed over within the ninth. However Joc Pederson and Max Muncy responded with back-to-back solo photographs, earlier than Cody Bellinger tied it with an RBI double. All of it ended with a walk-off sacrifice fly from Alex Verdugo, making for one of the crucial sudden however satisfying wins of the season. 

The SooHoo”Dodgers”Scrapbook “Floating On Air” 5/29/19-Alex Verdugo with the walk-off towards the Mets at Dodger Stadium. ?: @jon.soohoo @dodgers @dugie11 #dodgers @mets @nikonusa #sharesocal #thesoohoododgersscrapbook https://t.co/EBlWyrQ6kr pic.twitter.com/BKZxm6zxlb

— Jon SooHoo (@JonSooHooPics) Might 30, 2019

Bellinger Robs Yelich and Torches Hader in Milwaukee 

The guts and soul of the 2019 Dodgers has been Cody Bellinger’s breakout yr, one that provides him an opportunity to usurp Christian Yelich as Nationwide League Most Beneficial Participant. His greatest showcase for it was fittingly in Milwaukee on April 21, the place he not solely robbed Yelich of a house run, however blasted the go-ahead shot off aid ace Josh Hader. 

Because the clever thinker Ric Aptitude stated, “In an effort to be the person, you’ve gotta beat the person.” Cody Bellinger beat each of the lads in a single recreation. 

? Rob Christian Yelich of a HR ? Hit the go-ahead HR

Cody Bellinger obtained it carried out on each side at the moment ? pic.twitter.com/cUu9efar2Q

— SportsCenter (@SportsCenter) April 21, 2019

Offense Explodes for an Opening Day to Keep in mind 

The tone for the season was set on Opening Day at house towards Arizona. Clearly displaying Robert Van Scoyoc’s influence on the bats, the Dodgers launched an MLB Opening Day report eight residence runs for a 12-5 win. Joc Pederson and Enrique Hernandez had two apiece, with Austin Barnes, Corey Seager, Max Muncy, and Cody Bellinger becoming a member of in on the enjoyable as nicely. 

RECAP: #Dodgers set an Opening Day document with eight residence runs in 12-5 win over D-Backs. #OpeningDayLA

?: https://t.co/tSBDo5RZu3 pic.twitter.com/o0JfAGEkNR

— Los Angeles Dodgers (@Dodgers) March 29, 2019

Muncy Tells Bumgarner to “Go Get It Out of the Ocean”

It’s one of the crucial drained acts in baseball this decade: a batter will get a superb hit off Madison Bumgarner, just for the ornery ace to angrily reprimand them with no provocation. Such was the case on June 9, when Max Muncy took the Giants ace deep for solo shot into McCovey Cove. Regardless of leaving the batter’s field pretty swiftly, MadBum did his traditional fun-policing. Quite than simply take it, Muncy fired proper again, telling Bumgarner to go get the house run out of the ocean. A social media (and t-shirt) subject day ensued. 

Max Muncy Residence Run off Bumgarner #SplashHit #Dodgers #Giants pic.twitter.com/JsIZcQFDaJ

— Dodgers (@LADodger2018) June 9, 2019

The Dodgers Destroy, and Mercilessly Troll, MadBum One Final Time

In what may be his final begin towards the Dodgers (a minimum of as a Big), Madison Bumgarner was appropriately dished out loads of mockery over the “Go Get It Out of the Ocean” incident. Organist Dieter Ruehle rattled off seemingly each ocean-themed track within the cultural lexicon, whereas loads of gamers wore shirts with the slogan. Most significantly, they torched their longtime rival in an eventual 9-Eight victory.

This is a montage of 5 (!) ocean-themed songs Dodgers organist @DieterRuehle performed for Madison Bumgarner and Max Muncy tonight ??? pic.twitter.com/isJoOIBBCV

— Organist Alert (@organistalert) June 21, 2019

Buehler Dominates Like It’s 1968 

A robust contender for recreation of the yr not solely due to its ending, however the efficiency that set it up. That was the 1968-level pitching masterpiece spun by Walker Buehler, who rung up 16 Rockies in 9 entire innings. In an period of openers and tremendous bullpens, the child from Vanderbilt confirmed why dominant beginning pitching really is probably the most lovely science in baseball. (And a key to tempo of play, as the sport was solely two hours and 12 minutes.) 

Walker Buehler’s 16 Okay tonight are probably the most by any @Dodgers pitcher in a recreation by which additionally they issued no walks within the Trendy period (since 1900). (h/t @EliasSports)

15 of his 16 strikeouts have been swinging, tied for the 2nd-most by any starter in a recreation within the final 10 seasons. pic.twitter.com/6m1bNSqK02

— ESPN Stats & Information (@ESPNStatsInfo) June 22, 2019

Offense Works 5 Straight Walks for a Stroll-Off

The group went on a 2017-esque streak earlier than the ASB the place they not solely walked off night time after night time, however stored discovering new methods to do it. Towards Diamondbacks reliever Greg Holland, they discovered probably the most unconventional method of profitable by working 5 straight walks with two outs within the ninth. It wasn’t precisely a hovering residence run, however it was proof that this staff can do no matter it takes to win.

Dave Roberts on the #Dodgers working 5 consecutive walks, @RossStripling’s outing and some of his takeaways. pic.twitter.com/Pv8CnpW7At

— SportsNet LA (@SportsNetLA) July Three, 2019

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The Dodgers Best Moments of 2019 So Far – Cody, Weekend of Walk-Offs, Walker and More

Because the Dodgers unwind on the All-Star Break, the workforce not solely stands atop the baseball world with the most effective document in both league, however is on tempo to set the franchise mark for wins in a season. If they will do this, and eventually win the World Collection, they might stand to be the most effective staff in each Brooklyn and Los Angeles historical past. 

Thus, it’s no shock they’ve already made loads of franchise and MLB historical past in simply half a season. Listed here are a few of the prime moments of the primary of the season for these 2019 Los Angeles Dodgers. 

Dodgers Nation, what are your favourite moments of the primary half?

— Dodgers Nation (@DodgersNation) July 10, 2019

Will Smith’s First Main League Homer is a Particular One 

It’s no secret the Dodgers have been weak at catcher lately, making the anticipation for his or her cadre of prospects on the place all of the larger. Will Smith confirmed simply why the longer term is vibrant together with his first main league residence run on June 1 towards the Phillies. Even higher: it was a walk-off blast. 

Will Smith’s first Main League residence run is a walk-off. Superior. pic.twitter.com/E5KNCX9w1m

— Mike Rutherford (@CardChronicle) June 2, 2019

Joc Blasts the First Stroll-Off of the Season 

Earlier than mesmerizing the baseball world together with his valiant Residence Run Derby show this week, Joc gave the Dodgers a satisfying first walk-off win of the yr on April 16. Within the collection that marked Yasiel Puig and Matt Kemp’s return to Dodger Stadium, the Cincinnati Reds appeared like they have been going to proceed their weird mastery over the Dodgers when Kemp laced a go-ahead RBI single off Kenley Jansen within the prime of the ninth. Fortunately. Joc had different plans, launching a two-run shot into orbit for a Four-Three walk-off win. 

JOC JAMS! ?

Joc Pederson smashes a walk-off HR to offer the Dodgers the win! pic.twitter.com/bYNoOLPbdD

— ESPN (@espn) April 16, 2019

Hyun-Jin Ryu Shuts Out Atlanta

Whereas Bellinger steals the highlight on offense, Hyun-Jin Ryu is making a robust case for NL Cy Younger together with his 2019 season. He has been dominant in each regard, and one nice show got here in early Might when he pitched a complete-game shutout of the Braves at house. Particularly after his lengthy historical past of accidents, seeing him toss a gem of that caliber is poignant.

Because of Twitter follower @puptartss for submitting this one!

Haiku 5/7/19 recreation 38.#Braves zero, #Dodgers 9

Threepeat for JT Bangs Three dongs. Full shutout recreation for Hyun Jin Ryu#HyunJinRyu#Justinturner #shutout #completegame #threepeat #Dodgerstadium #Dodgershaiku #Baseballhaiku #Mydayinla #baseball pic.twitter.com/bWjoq013Ll

— Dodgershaiku (@Dodgershaiku1) Might Eight, 2019

Three Rookies Stroll Off in Ecstatic Trend

After Walker Buehler’s unimaginable 16-Okay begin (detailed under), Matt Beaty sealed it with a walk-off two run homer towards the Rockies on June 21. The heroics of two younger stars in a single recreation confirmed why the Dodgers’ funding of their youth is paying off now and for the longer term. They usually have been just the start of what was to return that weekend.

What an evening for the Dodgers

? 16 Okay’s for Walker Buehler ? Stroll-off 2R HR for Matt Beaty (referred to as up at the moment)

(by way of @Dodgers)pic.twitter.com/ibjK2e1f9e

— Bleacher Report MLB (@BR_MLB) June 22, 2019

Virtually as necessary as Cody Bellinger’s unimaginable season has been the consistency of rookie Alex Verdugo. After being floated round as commerce bait all offseason, the group’s determination to stay with him has paid dividends. He’s been a strong on a regular basis bat, and it was solely a matter of time earlier than he had a walk-off house run. He received it within the second recreation on June 22 towards the Rockies, the second by a rookie in that collection.

WALK IT OFF, ALEX VERDUGO. pic.twitter.com/KtQPuUouAN

— Sporting Information MLB (@sn_mlb) June 23, 2019

It wouldn’t be the final — that might be the one corked by Will Smith within the collection finale. His towering three-run blast with two outs made the Dodgers the primary group in MLB historical past to have three consecutive walk-off HRs by rookies. In the event that they do find yourself profitable the World Collection this October, this collection shall be remembered because the one the place their championship id was cast.

Will Smith hits a Stroll-Off Three Run Residence Run vs the Rockies! #dodgers #walkoff #mlb #rockies pic.twitter.com/ntCEpTdZ72

— Sports activities Speak (@SportsTalkNews_) June 23, 2019

Pedro Baez Enters With Bases Loaded and No Outs, Escapes Jam

Pedro Baez’s ascension from bullpen pariah to fan favourite has been one of many nice under-the-radar storyline of Dodger baseball the previous couple of years. In a season the place the bullpen has been universally despised, he nonetheless has had some terrific moments. On April 27 towards the Pirates at house, he entered within the eighth inning with the bases loaded and no one out. He then retired three straight to flee with no injury executed, ending it by putting out slugger Josh Bell. The Dodgers held on to win Three-1 consequently.

Hats off to Twitter follower for this suggestion!

PEDRO BAEZ STRIKES HIM OUT! Pedro will get Three straight outs with the bases loaded. WOW!!!! pic.twitter.com/YpQNJMblXk

— Dodgers Nation (@DodgersNation) April 28, 2019

Bats Come Again From the Lifeless to Stroll Off Diaz and the Mets 

Might seemed prefer it was going to finish with a lure collection towards the hapless Mets, as Walker Buehler and the bullpen have been torched for eight runs. Main Eight-Four and with nearer Edwin Diaz on the mound, the sport seemed over within the ninth. However Joc Pederson and Max Muncy responded with back-to-back solo photographs, earlier than Cody Bellinger tied it with an RBI double. All of it ended with a walk-off sacrifice fly from Alex Verdugo, making for one of the crucial sudden however satisfying wins of the season. 

The SooHoo”Dodgers”Scrapbook “Floating On Air” 5/29/19-Alex Verdugo with the walk-off towards the Mets at Dodger Stadium. ?: @jon.soohoo @dodgers @dugie11 #dodgers @mets @nikonusa #sharesocal #thesoohoododgersscrapbook https://t.co/EBlWyrQ6kr pic.twitter.com/BKZxm6zxlb

— Jon SooHoo (@JonSooHooPics) Might 30, 2019

Bellinger Robs Yelich and Torches Hader in Milwaukee 

The guts and soul of the 2019 Dodgers has been Cody Bellinger’s breakout yr, one that provides him an opportunity to usurp Christian Yelich as Nationwide League Most Beneficial Participant. His greatest showcase for it was fittingly in Milwaukee on April 21, the place he not solely robbed Yelich of a house run, however blasted the go-ahead shot off aid ace Josh Hader. 

Because the clever thinker Ric Aptitude stated, “In an effort to be the person, you’ve gotta beat the person.” Cody Bellinger beat each of the lads in a single recreation. 

? Rob Christian Yelich of a HR ? Hit the go-ahead HR

Cody Bellinger obtained it carried out on each side at the moment ? pic.twitter.com/cUu9efar2Q

— SportsCenter (@SportsCenter) April 21, 2019

Offense Explodes for an Opening Day to Keep in mind 

The tone for the season was set on Opening Day at house towards Arizona. Clearly displaying Robert Van Scoyoc’s influence on the bats, the Dodgers launched an MLB Opening Day report eight residence runs for a 12-5 win. Joc Pederson and Enrique Hernandez had two apiece, with Austin Barnes, Corey Seager, Max Muncy, and Cody Bellinger becoming a member of in on the enjoyable as nicely. 

RECAP: #Dodgers set an Opening Day document with eight residence runs in 12-5 win over D-Backs. #OpeningDayLA

?: https://t.co/tSBDo5RZu3 pic.twitter.com/o0JfAGEkNR

— Los Angeles Dodgers (@Dodgers) March 29, 2019

Muncy Tells Bumgarner to “Go Get It Out of the Ocean”

It’s one of the crucial drained acts in baseball this decade: a batter will get a superb hit off Madison Bumgarner, just for the ornery ace to angrily reprimand them with no provocation. Such was the case on June 9, when Max Muncy took the Giants ace deep for solo shot into McCovey Cove. Regardless of leaving the batter’s field pretty swiftly, MadBum did his traditional fun-policing. Quite than simply take it, Muncy fired proper again, telling Bumgarner to go get the house run out of the ocean. A social media (and t-shirt) subject day ensued. 

Max Muncy Residence Run off Bumgarner #SplashHit #Dodgers #Giants pic.twitter.com/JsIZcQFDaJ

— Dodgers (@LADodger2018) June 9, 2019

The Dodgers Destroy, and Mercilessly Troll, MadBum One Final Time

In what may be his final begin towards the Dodgers (a minimum of as a Big), Madison Bumgarner was appropriately dished out loads of mockery over the “Go Get It Out of the Ocean” incident. Organist Dieter Ruehle rattled off seemingly each ocean-themed track within the cultural lexicon, whereas loads of gamers wore shirts with the slogan. Most significantly, they torched their longtime rival in an eventual 9-Eight victory.

This is a montage of 5 (!) ocean-themed songs Dodgers organist @DieterRuehle performed for Madison Bumgarner and Max Muncy tonight ??? pic.twitter.com/isJoOIBBCV

— Organist Alert (@organistalert) June 21, 2019

Buehler Dominates Like It’s 1968 

A robust contender for recreation of the yr not solely due to its ending, however the efficiency that set it up. That was the 1968-level pitching masterpiece spun by Walker Buehler, who rung up 16 Rockies in 9 entire innings. In an period of openers and tremendous bullpens, the child from Vanderbilt confirmed why dominant beginning pitching really is probably the most lovely science in baseball. (And a key to tempo of play, as the sport was solely two hours and 12 minutes.) 

Walker Buehler’s 16 Okay tonight are probably the most by any @Dodgers pitcher in a recreation by which additionally they issued no walks within the Trendy period (since 1900). (h/t @EliasSports)

15 of his 16 strikeouts have been swinging, tied for the 2nd-most by any starter in a recreation within the final 10 seasons. pic.twitter.com/6m1bNSqK02

— ESPN Stats & Information (@ESPNStatsInfo) June 22, 2019

Offense Works 5 Straight Walks for a Stroll-Off

The group went on a 2017-esque streak earlier than the ASB the place they not solely walked off night time after night time, however stored discovering new methods to do it. Towards Diamondbacks reliever Greg Holland, they discovered probably the most unconventional method of profitable by working 5 straight walks with two outs within the ninth. It wasn’t precisely a hovering residence run, however it was proof that this staff can do no matter it takes to win.

Dave Roberts on the #Dodgers working 5 consecutive walks, @RossStripling’s outing and some of his takeaways. pic.twitter.com/Pv8CnpW7At

— SportsNet LA (@SportsNetLA) July Three, 2019

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