#I’ll answer asks in a bit lol don’t worry everyone I got them!

[taetaespeaches]

actually I have no idea who this yoongi guy is! 🙈 never heard of him! best of luck to you all but like I’m totally fine bc naked androgynous yoongi who?? I’m unaffected over here 👍

[justmeinadaze]

Little Girl Gone (Steddie X You)

A/N: This is the story I mentioned yesterday! Trying something new for me but I hope y'all enjoy it. I've always found Mafia Eddie incredible sexy <3. This is an AU with a mixture of Stranger Things you will definitely recognize :). I wrote with the idea that Hawkins is a big city so keep that in mind lol

Warnings: Mafia Gangster Eddie/ Officer (slightly mean) Steve Harrington/ Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, use of the color system, degrading if you squint, spanking, dirty talk, etc.

ANGST, Obviously (and not just because I am me lol), Eddie runs a rival gang in Hawkins and is in love with Steve (Romeo and Juliet style), Steve mentions being jumped and Eddie retaliates getting hurt in the process, mentions of murders by Eddie, Reader takes care of them both performing surgery on the gangster, guns are pulled and our boys are threatened, cliff hanger ending because I can.

Word Count: 8284

"Little girl gone, got a gun from a gangster Run little girl, run little girl, bang, ha."

“Officer Steve Harrington.”, you read from his chart as you enter the exam room before flashing him a big smile. “I’m Dr. Y/L/N. How can I help you today?”

“My, uh, Captain said I needed to come get a checkup. I was wounded in the line of duty a few days ago.”

“Oh no. I’m really sorry to hear that. May I ask what happened?”

“Does that matter?”, he snapped.

You dealt with sassy patients on the regular. It came with the territory especially in the area your office was located in. In this part of the city, your clinic usually catered to people who didn’t want to check in at a regular hospital because their name could get dinged for other offenses. You always felt like everyone deserved care so when you opened your clinic, you made sure to do what you could within the means and resources you had available. 

Officers normally never entered your building but within these past few months you had seen them more and more frequently. You had heard rumors of a new gang in the area trying to make things more…democratic…so there was less chaos in the streets but in turn that brought more of a police presence because most of the people around here hated being threatened into submission reacting violently if need be. 

Thankfully, you weren’t easily shaken so this admittedly good-looking man of the law raising his voice didn’t frighten you one bit. 

“It does if you want me to assess you properly.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“I like to be polite at first. Now, are you going to tell me what happened or should I mark in your file here that you refused to answer so your Captain can deal with you?”

Steve’s amber eyes scanned you over briefly before a small smirk painted his beautiful lips. 

“I got jumped by one of the rival gangs in the area. Beat me up pretty good.” 

Sitting in your wheely chair, you slid toward him and carefully lifted off his shirt, his face wincing as he lifted his arms. Large purple bruises were splattered along his ribs and around to his back. Just from the wounds alone, you could tell he was kicked and punched repeatedly. His face had some scratches and swelling but it looked like nothing compared to his upper torso. 

“Oh wow. I’m so sorry. Did you go to the hospital?”

“I did. They did some X-rays and shit. Thankfully nothing was broken but, obviously, moving around has been hard.”

“Beside the bruising, have you experienced any other pain? Like a sharp stabbing pain in your side or anything like that?”

“Uh, no. Just emotional pain.”, he chuckles as his eyes look past you into a memory. 

“Ok, I’ll get you some medicine I think will help as well as some cream to sooth the pain of those bruises and swelling. I’ll be right back.”

You weren’t gone long but as you were returning you could vaguely hear his voice through the door between you both. 

“Naw, she said she’s going to get me some meds and shit…Baby! Seriously, you worry too much. I’m fine… No, NO. Don’t you dare go over there or I swear God—” Hastily, he hung up his phone when he heard you knock and reenter the room he was in. “Sorry. That was my, um, my boss checking in. Just reiterated what you told me.”

“Good. Now this will help with the pain…”, you instruct as you hand him some medication before flashing him the cream. “…and this will help with the swelling. Just put this on your bruises every six hours and you’ll be good to go in no time.”

Opening the bottle, you squeeze some of the medicine in your hand, and gently rub it along his admittedly muscular abs. 

“You’re, um, going to feel it tingle a bit and feel warm but after a few moments it will cool down.”

That smirk you saw previously appeared on his lips again when he caught you staring as your hands slowly rubbed along his skin. 

“That feels really good actually. Your hands not the cream.”

“Hm. I’m sure your girlfriend touches you enough.” Steve raises an eyebrow at your insinuation. “I mean unless you call your captain ‘baby’.”

A slightly nervous sigh leaves you as the officer’s grin grows and his eyes meet yours. 

“Hm. Bad girl listening in on my phone calls. Do you always misbehave like that?”

“This is my clinic, Officer Harrington. I can do whatever I want especially when I have signs everywhere that say, ‘No Cell Phones in the Exam Room.’”

His palm abruptly takes hold of your wrist, pulling you closer to him till your nose was just above his own.

“This may be your clinic, honey, but these are my streets. I keep order here.”

“I think the gangs here would disagree.”

“Pfft, like you know anything about what goes on out there.”, he spits as he lets you go.

After throwing a scowl his way, you pretend to be preoccupied with washing your hands.

“I know that when I first moved here, the fatality rate in this area was extremely high until that new gang leader took over the Munson crew. I believe, if the rumors are correct, the new boss is actually the son of the old leader Al Munson. Since the son has taken over, oddly enough, the streets have become safer. More kids come out to play and I’ve seen less addicts in the last couple of months.”

As you dry your hands and turn to face him, you notice the hardened look on the officer’s face as he listens to you speak.

“I also know there have been more of a police presence on this side of town as well. I’ve seen a lot of innocent civilians put in ambulances or worse due to the push back of change. Tell me, Officer Harrington, which side are you on? Which gang did that to you? The Munson’s or The Carver’s?”

“I’m on the side of peace. That’s my job.”, he seethes through gritted teeth.  

“Yeah… you’re good to go, officer. Have a nice day.”, you growl in annoyance as you leave the room without waiting for him to retort.

##############

Today had been an incredibly long day. After your appointment with Officer Harrington, you had back-to-back visits from so many clients just needing a little bit of help. Your mind was racing as you and your staff did what you could but the truth was you desperately needed more funding. You were running low on supplies and the equipment you had wasn’t the best. It killed you to see your patient’s sad faces when you strongly recommended they head to the nearest hospital for certain tests that you just couldn’t provide at that time. 

Your mind was still racing as you began to gather your things to head out for the evening which is most likely why you didn’t even hear him till you exited your office and were met with a gun pointed at your face. 

“Don’t be scared. I’m not…I’m not here to hurt you. We need help.”, Steve panted with a heavy breath as the weapon shook in his hand. He was still dressed in the uniform he was wearing when you last saw him but now it was stained in blood and sweat.

“I-I-I…”

Roughly, he took hold of your bicep and dragged you to your waiting room where another man was sitting with his head leaning against the wall. You knew he wasn’t a cop because he wasn’t dressed like the man beside you but instead in an expensive looking black suit with the white button up shirt underneath his jacket now stained with red. You noticed immediately his palm was holding his side and that area of his clothing was a darker shade than all the rest. 

“I can’t help with a wound like that. He needs a hospital.”

“Oh you don’t say?”, he snarled as he tugged you to his chest. “If I could have taken him to a fucking hospital I would have! But I brought him to you, now HELP HIM!”

“Steven!”, the long-haired man grumbled as he looked your way. “Be nice. She’s just being…honest. Right, sweetheart?” He sighs when you nod and tries to get to his feet but the officer is quicker, running to his side to help him stand. “See, the thing is, princess, if I go to a hospital I’ll die anyway…because they will put me…in jail especially after they find out…what-what I did tonight.”

“What did you do?”

“That doesn’t fucking matter right now. He’s losing blood and fast!”

Swallowing nervously, you step forward to unbutton his shirt and examine the cut you found. He needed stitches as soon as possible and most likely a blood transfusion unless someone got to his wound fast enough. Gesturing them both to follow you, you power walk to an exam room and begin searching for supplies as Steve carefully places the man on the table. While he removes the bloody clothes from his top half, you prep a syringe.

“Is he allergic to anything?”

“No. What is that, that you’re giving him?”

“It’s a pain killer. It won’t be as strong as ones at a hospital but…”

As you stick the needle into his stomach just above his cut, he flinches causing Steve’s expression to flood with worry as he moves the man’s hair out of his face. After quickly cleaning the area, you let out a long sigh as you glance their way. 

“Even with the shot, this is going to hurt a lot I’m afraid. I’ll try to go as fast as I can but, officer, if you can distract him that may help.”

The man on the table chuckles as he turns his head towards his friend. 

“She keeps calling you ‘officer’. Did… you not tell her your name? Or did you… scare her too much to use it?” He cringes as he hisses once you begin sewing in his stitches. “You like to…pretend to be so badass…but we both know you’re a…sweetheart.”

“Pretend to be a badass, huh? You’re one to talk.”, Steve scolds in a light sounding tone as he softly places his forehead against his own. “Eddie, I told you not to go over there.”

“They tried to hurt what was mine…”, he growled low in his throat even making you pause for a moment before focusing again on your task. “They wanted to send a message, well, message received.”

“I could have handled it.”

Grabbing Steve’s cheeks roughly, he brings his lips to his own. 

“No one takes my things and NO ONE hurts what’s mine. You belong to me, baby, and I promised I’d keep you safe.”

Finishing his sutures, you bandage him up and wrap some gauze around his lower waist. 

“Thank you.”, he whispers exhaustedly as he extends his shaky hand towards you. “What’s your name, pretty girl?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re safe and I promise neither of us are going to hurt you. I’m Edward Munson but you can call me Eddie.” Your eyes widen as you slowly back away from them causing Steve to rise to his feet. “Ah. I see you’ve heard of me. Then you know you can trust me.”

Eddie tries to stand as well but sways before Steve steadies him. 

“You…you should be in a hospital. That wound needs to be looked after and you need to rest.”

“I can take care of him.”

“Steve…”

“No. No you can’t. That’s why you brought him to me.”, you sass in frustration as you try to display an air of confidence. Both men scan you over as they try to get a read on you as you continue. “If you refuse to go to a hospital, then give me your address and I can come—”

“No. No addresses. We can’t have you giving it to the police.”

“Oh you mean you?!”

You and Steve square off, tightening your stances as you glare at each other until Eddie laughed beside you both. 

“Brave girl with attitude. I like it.”

“I don’t. Little girl needs to be put in her place.”

“I highly doubt you’re the man to do that.”, you sass.

“Yeah well good thing there’s two of us, honey, and trust me, whatever I start Eddie can definitely finish.”

Sighing, you fold your arms as you argue with the internal dialogue inside your head. 

“You can come to my apartment but I have one condition. After he heals, I never want to see either of you again.”

Their eyes meet for a moment before Eddie finally nods. 

“You have a deal, princess.”

############

“Um, I don’t have a spare room or anything but the couch is comfortable. Just make sure to stay on your back if you can.” Eddie nods as Steve places him down and hastily begins removing the gear attached to him. “Let me grab some blankets and pillows.”

Disappearing into your bedroom, you grab any extra bedding you had and began to head their way but paused when you heard them talking. 

“Why are you being mean to her? I thought you said she took care of you.”

“She did. I just… I was worried about you. It’s my job to take care of you to, honey.”

“And snapping at the woman who’s trying to help will do what exactly?” Steve laughs through his teeth at Eddie question. “I think it’s because you like her.”

“Pfft what?”

“Oh, look at Officer Harrington blushing.”, the long-haired man teases as he reaches out to touch the boy’s face. “I know I just met her and she was busy saving my life but I can see why…”, he chuckles before wincing as he grabs his side. 

“Are you alright?”, you ask as you come back to the living room and kneel down on your knees in front of him. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’ve been through way worse than this.”

You take quick note of his wound before handing Steve the things you found, watching with fascination as he tosses the things for him to the side before placing the pillow on his lap and guiding the man back to lay down. 

“If, um, if you notice it bleeding through or he starts getting a fever, come and get me immediately.” 

The officer nods as he throws the blanket over Eddie and comfortingly rests his hand on his chest, his thumb gently running along the man’s tattooed skin. 

***

Your alarm goes at 4am that morning, startling you as you shoot up right. Groggily, you shuffled to your bathroom and grabbed the items Eddie would need so you could change his bandages. Both men were fast asleep when you entered the living room, Steve still clinging to him with his other hand very close to where his gun was resting on the little table you had beside your couch. 

“Mr. Munson?”, you whisper as you sit on the coffee table across from them. When he didn’t stir you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to visually take in one of the most notorious gangsters in the city. You had never seen a picture of him and he definitely wasn’t what you pictured when you heard the rumors from people in the clinic. 

He did have an air of control surrounding him but his voice and face were incredibly soft especially when it came to Steve. You heard him get upset though so you imagined that amplified out in the streets and you hoped you never met that version of him. He had a lot of tattoos painting his upper torso that seemed completely random except for the symbol of his gang that was tattooed on many other men and women you had seen previously minus the tiny initials “S.H.” inscribed within the design. 

Eddie was fairly muscular appearing more toned in his abs and upper arms. Slightly blocking your view was Steve’s massive palm over his chest, almost as if that was his way to make sure the man was still breathing. He had been exceptionally rude with you but with the gangster, he transformed before your eyes, becoming softer and listening to everything the other man said without question. They both obviously seemed to care strongly about each other which you found slightly amusing given their slight Romeo and Juliet story; one being a cop and the other a criminal. 

“Mr. Munson.”

Extending your hand, you tried gently shaking his upper shoulder and in one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist and held you tightly as he raised his fist in the air prepared to defend himself. Swallowing nervously, you froze as his intense eyes scanned your own. 

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t…” Eddie promptly let you go and winced as he sat up in front of you. 

“No, no. It’s ok. After what happened, I completely understand. I just need to check you out and rewrap your wound.”

“Would it be easier for you if we went to the table?”

“Oh, no, this is ok but I do have to turn on the light.”

Eddie follows your eyes as you glance towards Steve. 

“Trust me, it won’t bother him one bit. I don’t think he’s had a consistent night’s sleep since he was hurt.”

“How long have you two been involved?”, you ask as you begin the task in front of you hoping to distract him as well from the pain. 

“In my business or each other?”, he smirks when you breathily laugh. “Both answers are more or less the same. He had the balls to arrest me on a charge we both knew wouldn’t stick. I knew he was different when he tried to get me to flip sides and sell out my friends. Usually, cops knew better than to do that especially with me.”

The gangster paused when you tried to clean his cut, flinching as he gritted his teeth. 

“What happened? Did he take you in?”

“No, I did when I let him fuck me handcuffed in the back of his cruiser.”, he chuckled, slightly surprised when you did as well. “We’ve been watching out for each other ever since. He’s actually not as big of an asshole as he seems. Steve just has a big heart and wants to take care of everything himself. He likes to be the big, strong man, you know? That’s why he’s been so short lately.”

“What happened there? He didn’t tell me; just said he was jumped.”

“I don’t think that’s something you should know. The less we tell you the better.”

“Mr. Munson, you, a well-known Mafia style gang leader, showed up at my clinic after hours with a police officer bleeding out. I think that line has been crossed.”, you grin up at him finding his eyes watching you again. “I assume it was someone from Carver’s side. You told Steve something about them sending a message.”

“Yeah… Jason Carver isn’t exactly a fan of mine even more so since I took over. My dad was always a…shoot first ask questions later which is why he’s in jail right now. He was sloppy and greedy like Jason. I don’t want to hurt people I don’t have to.” Leaning forward, you start wrapping the gauze around him but you can’t help to inhale the strong scent of cigarettes and cologne. You don’t see it but his own head tilts slightly, inhaling your shampoo from the night before when you finally had time for a shower and the regular smells of your office that attached to your skin. 

Eddie’s lips ever so slightly grazed your shoulder that was exposed due to the tank top you were currently wearing causing you to shutter softly as you pulled back to cut the bandage. 

“Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”, he asked in a low tone that had you exhaling as you tried to maintain your composure. 

“Mr. Munson, I work in a city filled with crime and scared citizens. I don’t really have the luxury of being afraid.”

“That’s not what I asked you.” Calloused fingers reached out to grip the bottom of your chin and forced your eyes to meet his. “Even though I take no pleasure in it, I have hurt and killed people. I killed two people just last night. Carver got the idea in his head that roughing up the man I love would have me submitting to him and his whims. I’m not the submissive type and I made sure he knew that by slitting the throats of the two men that put hands on him. I don’t regret it and I’d do it again.”

“How did you get hurt then?”

“Unfortunately, Carver isn’t an idiot. He had more men appear and try to take us out. Steve showed up and someone pulled a knife… Let’s just say that someone got in a good attempt before I snapped his neck.”

The way he spoke about such violent things was so even, almost as if he could be reading from a grocery list. This was his every day and you could tell by his tone he knew it would continue to be. But there was something about him… something that made you feel safe. 

“No, I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Munson.”

“I think under the circumstances, you can call me Eddie.”

A cell phone ringing pulled you both apart but didn’t stir the man it belonged to as he continued to snore with his head leaning over the back of the couch. 

“Steve. Steven.”, the man called as he shook his arm rousing him from his deep sleep. “Your phone is ringing.”

Without opening his eyes, the officer reached into his pocket, producing his device, and placing it to his ear as he answered with gravelly “yeahs” and “mhmms”. 

“I have to go in. Someone called in about the shooting on the eastside and they found Carver’s guys.” Rubbing his eyes and as if he forgot you were there, Steve tenderly kissed Eddie’s lips before rising to his feet and putting on all of his gear once more. “Please keep an eye on him and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I have to go to work.” Pausing, he exhaled heavily as he turned and flashed you an annoyed look. “I have to. It would look weird if I didn’t. I’ve never missed a day but if we leave early enough…I can bring him with me and keep him in my office.”

“Is it ok to move him that much?”

As if to prove a point, Eddie rose to his feet. 

“I’ll be ok. I’m a quick healer. Don’t worry about us.”

###############

Thankfully, you didn’t have too many patients today so you were able to keep yourself locked in your office with the gangster you were attempting to hide. As soon as you brought him in, he fell asleep on your office couch, allowing you to leave him be so you could do what you needed. 

As you were reading a chart however you heard giggling in the exam room beside your office and quickly went to investigate, finding Eddie sitting next to a child on the exam table making her laugh. 

“Look, princess, you can’t trick me like that.”

“It’s thumb war! You have to be stronger.”

“Ok, best two out of three.”

“Kylie, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”, you beam trying not to startle either of them. 

“Hey Dr. Y/L/N! My mom told me to come down to see if you had any more samples of my inhaler.”

“Oh, honey. I don’t. I’m so sorry. I usually try and save one for you but I had another patient who had an emergency so I had to give it to him.”

“Why do you need an inhaler? Is it for the other people whose breath you take away because you’re so adorable?”

Kylie giggles as she turns towards Eddie and blushes. 

“No! I have asthma. My mommy brings me here to get my medicine because we can’t afford the stores.”, she sighs as her head hangs.

The man’s eyes meet your sympathetic ones before softly smiling and giving the little girl his attention again. 

“Hey. Can you keep a secret?” The small child nods in earnest making his smile widen. “Have you heard of a little convenience store called Cunningham’s Corner? It’s about a 5-minute walk from here. Go to that store and ask for Chrissy. Tell her Eddie sent you and you need an inhaler. She’ll give it to you for free.”

Kylie’s eyes widen as if this man just told her a fairytale.

“Free?”

“Mhmm. But you can’t tell anyone! Because then other people will take advantage.”

After giving him a hug, she jumps down from the table and starts to head for the door. 

“Hey! Here. Give Miss Cunningham this paper when you tell her what you need, ok?”, you instruct as you hand her a prescription with the name of what she needs. 

“Ok. Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N!”

“Thank you. That was really nice of you.”

Rising from his seat, he waddles with you back to your office. 

“It’s not a problem. I heard her coughing and crying so I wanted to make sure she was alright. Is she a regular?”

“Yeah and, unfortunately, it’s not uncommon for her to come by herself. Her mom is a single mother who works 60hrs a week trying to make ends meet. They came to me when she started having her symptoms but there’s only so much I can do here with my resources.”

“Are you underfunded?”

“Yeah. I do what I can but because of where I’m located…”

“Why don’t you move to a better location?”

“I can’t do that. I can’t leave these people. They need someone to help them since a regular clinic would immediately turn them away since a lot of them have no money or no insurance.”

“You’re a very kind woman, Y/N.”

Flashing him a smile, a knock makes you jump as you quickly get up to see who it is. 

“It’s Hawkins PD Detective Jim Hopper. I’d like to have word with you for a moment.”

Right as you scan your room, Eddie hides himself in front of you against the wall so he wouldn’t be seen when you finally open the door between you and the gentleman.

“May, uh, my we come in?”

“We?”, you ask as your eyes flick to the wide, stern eyes of Steve behind him. “What’s this about, detective?”

“I don’t know if you heard but we had a gang related fight in the area and we got some intel that Edward Munson may have been severally wounded.”

“Ok? And what does that have to do with me?”

“It wasn’t far from your clinic so we thought, maybe, you heard something or saw something?”

“What time was this?”

“Around 7-8pm.”

“My clinic closes at 6 so—”

“I mean, as a doctor though I’m sure you work late hours—”

“Not last night.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Eddie mime with his hand for you to calm down a bit and you close your eyes as you sigh before responding again. “I’m sorry, Officers. It’s just been a rough week. I left early last night to come in early this morning and do some work. I haven’t heard or seen anything but I can be on the lookout.”

Hopper nods, tilting his hat as he begins to walk away. 

“I’m just going to give her some details and information so she knows what to be on the lookout for exactly.”, Steve informs his colleague who confirms before disappearing to lean against the waiting room desk. 

Pulling out his notepad, he steps closer to you pretending to write things down. 

“Where is he?”, Steve whispers, smirking when your eyes flick to the side. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“You like it.”, Eddie murmurs. “Should we be worried?”

“No, a few of Carver’s guys are in the morgue.” 

You had seen many people come and go during your time as a physician so when the officer shook his head looking away down the hallway, you could tell he was lying. 

“What aren’t you telling him?”

Steve’s angry, amber eyes met yours as an annoyed grunt left his lips. 

“Nothing. Stay in your lane, doctor.”

“Hey.”, Eddie growled low beside you. “Watch your tone. You wouldn’t keep anything from me would you, Steven?”

“I was questioned this morning seeing as how I was jumped and then suddenly men from Carver’s gang show up dead.”, the cop sighs. “I told you not to go over there.”

You could feel the tension rising between them but you were still being watched and couldn’t risk the gangster being seen. Eddie was slipping to far in his own frustration to think that far as he began pushing off the wall to scold his partner but you quickly placed your hand on his chest lightly pushing him back down. 

“Did you get in trouble?”

“No.”, he responds to your question. “But I am being watched a lot closer hence the detective.”

“And your bruises?”

“Huh?”

“You were hurt to. Is the medicine helping at all?”

Steve’s eyes take in your face clocking in your genuine concern. 

“It is actually. Thank you.” When you smile back at his answer a tooth filled grin paints his features. “I, um, I should be done here by about 7 or so. I’ll head to your place, come get him, and then…we’ll be out of your hair.”

#############

“Ok, so, make sure to keep this clean and if you find yourself in any excruciating pain or like I told Steve if you get a fever come back to me so I can take a look.”

“Hm. I thought you never wanted to see us again.”, Eddie teased as he carefully put back on the shirt you gave him. 

“I don’t but that doesn’t mean I want you to get sick or die or whatever.”

The gangster’s smile grew as he watched you blush. 

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend or husband or whatever?”

“What makes you think I don’t?”

“Because if you were our girl, there’s no way I would have gone two days without calling or checking in and I’d definitely have something to say if I found two men sleeping here.”

“Our girl?”

“Oh, sweetheart. Any woman I date is with Steve as well and most can barely handle my attitude and temper let alone both of ours.”

“You seem nice enough to me.”

“I can be mean when I want to be.”

“I’m always busy…to answer your question. A lot of relationships I’ve had can’t handle my schedule.”

“Hm, I understand that. Steve and I have conflicting schedules all the time.” Eddie’s eyes watch you as you gather the trash from cleaning his cut and head towards the trashcan to avoid his gaze. “But we make time for each other. That’s what you do when you care about someone.”

“Yeah, well, I guess no one really cares about me.”, you sassily smirk as you sigh and wash your hands in the sink. 

Feeling the energy shift, you turn coming chest to chest with the man himself.

“I care about you. Steve cares about you.”

“I’m pretty sure Officer Harrington hates me.”, you giggle but it tapers off when his face remains stoic.

“He doesn’t. He wouldn’t have brought me to you if he didn’t trust you.”

“You don’t know me, Eddie.”

“I know enough.” 

Shaking your head, you laugh again trying to lighten the intense atmosphere as you begin to walk back towards the living room but his hand promptly grabs your bicep and moves you till your standing in front of him once more. 

“You saved me and helped him. I just watched you all day take care of people who can’t normally afford care. You have a kind heart and you’re extremely beautiful. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you are?”

A knock on your door startled you but not him as he continued to stare down at you waiting for an answer. Silently, you allowed Steve entry who immediately took in your rattled appearance. 

“Everything ok?”

“Mhmm. I was just asking Y/N if she knew how beautiful she was.”

His gorgeous, honey hues widen slightly as if he was surprised before turning his attention back to you. 

“You know you are, right?”

“I-I think you both should leave.”, you whisper with little to no confidence in what you were saying. 

“Is that what you want?”, he mused as he strolled further into your apartment. “Because we can leave right now and like you asked, disappear from your life forever. Or, maybe, you can let us thank you properly.”

“I thought you didn’t like me…said you wanted to put me in my place.”

They both chuckle making your face turn a deep crimson in embarrassment.

“Baby, that doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It just means that I think I’d have a lot of fun playing with you.”

“Playing with me?”

Steve subtly nods his head as Eddie slowly moves closer to the living room where you two were standing. 

“Teasing you, kissing you, taking care of you…taking control of you and your gorgeous body till you’re begging me to let you cum.” Tilting his head, his eyes meet yours as his fingers caress your face. “When’s the last time you had someone take care of you?”

The other man comes up behind you, sandwiching you between them as he gently places his palm on your stomach under your blouse. 

“I asked you something, honey.”

“It’s been a while.”, you jest making Steve smirk as Eddie stepped closer to you till your back was to his chest. His hand continued to run along your skin with his fingers just barely floating under the waistband of your pants before coming back up to rub your stomach. “I’m scared.”

Everyone freezes in place at your words but as the gangster tries to drop his hand, you quickly catch it and hold it in place back on your tummy. 

“Of us?”, he asks.

“I don’t want to get in trouble.”

Resting his head on your shoulder, his palm wonders again this time going further as you feel him slide into your underwear and cup his hand around your heat. 

“You won’t, sweetheart. I promise, you’re safe with us. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“And neither will I. I can protect you from getting in any kind of trouble with the law or anything like that. You have two men here who control both sides of the coin…” As Steve’s voice dropped into a more and more seductive register, Eddie’s lips gently pecked your shoulder and up to your neck as his finger graze your clit while gliding them through your folds.

“You just need to let go and let us control you.”

“Fuck.”, you groaned as he slid two of his digits into your core.

“Is that a yes?”, Steve chuckles sassily as he watches your eyes close as you lean your head against his boyfriend.

“I think so, Harrington, because pretty girl here is just dripping all over my hand.”

“Yeah? We need to hear her say it though. Do you want us to take care of you tonight, honey?”

“H-He—mmm—Eddie can’t with his…with his cut.”

“Oh trust me, Y/N, that won’t be an issue. Now answer my question, please.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to take care of me.”

As if they could read each other’s minds, Eddie’s hand slipped out of your pants and Steve picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried you to your bedroom. 

“Ow! Something in your vest is stabbing me, Officer Harrington.”, you giggle before he tosses you onto your mattress. 

“Sorry. I forgot to take this stuff off. I was blindsided by a stupid question when I came in.”, he grinned as he began removing his equipment and placed them on your bedside table. 

Eddie carefully climbed in and you hastily set up pillows so he could lean back comfortable against your headboard. 

“Thank you. I don’t think that question was ever answered. DO you know how beautiful you are?”

“Sometimes I need reminding.”, you sigh as your nervous eyes meet his soft ones. 

“We can do that, sweetheart.”

Taking hold of your cheeks, he brought your lips to his and your body ignited with an electricity you had never felt before as his lips carefully but firmly mingled with yours. Steve’s laugh echoed through your room as he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the gangster to bring you in front of him at the edge of the bed. 

He had taken off his shirt and out of habit as a doctor you scanned his bruises to make sure he was ok. Clocking your care once again, his fingers gripped your chin and brought your mouth to his own.

“It’s ok. I’m still a bit sore but you helped me a lot.”

As he continued to kiss your lips, you allowed him to undress you making him pause when you were fully naked in front of them. 

“Jesus Christ.”

“I told you, princess…beautiful.”, Eddie grinned.

Smiling widely at their compliments, your hands roamed Steve’s chest, kissing a trail along the way till you reached his belt and fumbled with the barrier before fully pushing down his pants. You gasped when his cock sprang free causing them both the chuckle again as you practically gapped at the size. 

“I know. It was a shock to me to.”, the gangster teased as the officer stuck out his tongue playfully. 

“You liked it. And I promise, honey, you’ll like it to.”

Gripping the base, he held his mushroom tip towards your lips and moaned when your tongue darted out to lick the small beads of precum that had begun to leak. Steve pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he could watch as you slowly wrapped your mouth around him and gradually began bobbing your head.

 “Shit. Atta girl. Flatten that tongue. J-Just like that.”

Another set of hands softly ran down you back and over your ass before the cool sting of metal hit your behind. 

“Did you like that, pretty girl? Did you like Eddie spanking you?”, the officer asked when you moaned loudly. 

Fingers glided ever so slightly through your pussy lips and even you couldn’t deny hearing the squishy sound of your slick that obscenely filled your bedroom. 

“Oh Stevie. She definitely enjoyed that.”

“Yeah? You like it a bit rough, little girl?”

Eddie guided his middle and ring fingers inside of you eliciting a mewl from your throat that had the man inside of your mouth grunting with pleasure. 

“Fuck. I think…I think you can take me a bit deeper.”

Thrusting his hips a bit, you gag around him spilling drool and spit down his length as you mentally take note of the fact that that wasn’t all of him you choked on. 

“Come on, honey, take more. I know you can, baby.”

Tears stream down your face as you try but barely take more of him in. Gripping your jaw, he pulls out of your mouth and leans his face in front of yours as his eyes search yours. 

“Green, good. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop. What color are you at, Y/N?”

“Fuck… green.”

“Ok, then why are you crying? We haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“I-I-I wanna take more. I want to make you feel good to.”

You heard your tone as it came out of your mouth but you barely recognized it. You sounded like a child who was told she couldn’t play outside because it was raining. What was it about these men that transformed you in this way? In relationships or even one-night stands, you never cared about this kind of thing. Usually, men never complained and you were never fully satisfied after they left resorting to your vibrator to get you the rest of the way. 

But for whatever reason, you wanted to impress them. You desperately wanted them to feel good because some part of you had a feeling that they were going to do the same for you. 

Steve’s eyes softened as Eddie’s fingers slowed inside of you. 

“Be nice to her, babe. She’s got a good heart and she did take care of us.”

“Can you keep your mouth open for me, pretty girl?” He grins when you nod your head, wiping your tears with his thumb before kissing your cheek. “And you are making me feel good. Your mouth feels fucking amazing.”

You beam with pride as you do what he asked, whimpering when Eddie began building you up again. 

Holding your head still, Steve guided his cock back between your lips, doing the slow thrusts he was doing before as you kept your mouth closed around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as his pace began to quicken, his tip occasionally hitting the back of your throat. 

“There you go, baby. T-That’s it. See? Doing—fuck—doing so well. Now, stay still.”

As he began fucking your face, the gangster matched his pace making you groan as obscenities flowed from the officer’s mouth.  

“Shit. Take it, little girl. That’s right. You love the taste of my cock in your throat, don’t you?” Reaching over you, his hand calm down hard on your ass and your palm pushed at his legs signaling you needed air. “Are you gonna cum? Ask him, Y/N. Ask Eddie if it’s ok.”, he commanded as he forced your head towards the other man. 

“Eddie, please. Please… can I…”

“Yeah, princess. Cum on my fingers.”

You collapsed as you came, moaning loudly into the mattress as you tried to catch your breath. You weren’t given much time however as Steve manhandled you till you up on your hands and knees again with your face hovering over the bulge in the other man’s pants. 

After unbuckling his belt, he pushed them down just enough to free his own cock from his denim confinement and you didn’t hesitate as you wrapped your tiny hands around his thick girth. Hands clung tightly to your waist and you braced yourself when you felt Steve collect some of your arousal with his length before gradually pushing into your entrance. 

“Oh, fuck me.”

“How does she feel, Harrington?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to focus on the man in front of you, letting a long glob of spit land on his tip as you stroked it with your hand. 

“S-So…So fucking tight.” His palm came down on your ass and you groaned as he continued to push further inside of you. 

“I like my view here. Make—mmm—make sure you fuck her nice and deep. Beautiful girl deserves it after everything she’s been through.”

“Oh, don’t worry, honey. I plan on ruining this little pussy.”

Eddie chuckles as he watches Steve lick his lips as your cunt tightens around him at his words. 

“What about you, princess?”, he murmurs as he tenderly pets your head.

“He’s…so BIG.”

“Yeah, he is. Does he feel good?” You nod as your head hangs and he promptly grabs your jaw forcing you to look his way. “Say it.”

“Fuck, Steve, you feel so fucking good!”

“That’s a good girl.”

You mewled when you felt him bottom out, his hips connecting with yours, allowing you to feel every inch before he pulled back and slammed back into you. Eddie’s mouth fell open as you bobbed your head on his cock. While he wasn’t as big as his boyfriend, he was definitely thicker and you felt like your mouth was full of him. 

He was much gentler with you, continuing to play with your hair and mutter praises as Steve pounded into you, rocking you further down the gangster’s length as you choked and spit around him. 

“God, honey, this pussy is too…fucking…good.”, Steve grunted, smacking his lower half into yours between each word. Leaning over you, he rolled his hips, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt as your eyes rolled back. “His dick tastes amazing, doesn’t it? Mmm—fucking love when he shoves it down my throat.”

Moving out of his way, Steve envelopes Eddie into his mouth making the gangster moan as he extends his hand to tangle in his hair. As his boyfriend continued to fuck you, your own groans vibrated against the long haired boy’s balls driving him crazy as he growled through his clenched teeth. 

“Fuck! You’re both so fucking sexy. That’s it, baby boy, take my cock.”

After pumping his hips a few times, Eddie let him go and Steve pushed up onto his knees pounding into you till you were seeing stars. Taking the man’s length in your mouth again, you mimicked the other boy’s movements trying to keep a steady pace as you hurdled towards the edge. 

“A-Are you about to cum? Fuck, Y/N, you better fucking ask one of us, little girl, if you want to fucking cum!”

Your glassy, needy eyes met the chocolate ones of the man in front of you, pleading as you began to shake.

“Ask, Y/N.”

“Please, Eddie! Please, I need to cum!”

Taking a hold of your hair, he firmly tugged you till your face was fully visible. A small smile flickered across his lips, watching you struggle till he finally nodded granting you permission. 

Steve reached around and took hold of your throat, lifting you till you were pressed against him, squeezing you tightly as he fucked you through the most intense orgasm you had ever had. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Are you on the pill?”, Steve roughly growled in your ear, his rhythm and intensity increasing when you said yes. “Good because I’m going to fill up this pussy and you’re going to take it like a good little girl. You’re going to take everything I give you and be fucking thankful.”

He grunted in your ear as he held your lower half against him as he rolled his hips aggressively, pumping his release into your cunt.

“Steve.”, Eddie called in a firm tone you barely heard through your haze.

“Excuse me, honey.”

Carefully, he pulled his softening cock out of your aching hole and gently laid you on your side before crawling up the gangster’s legs and taking him into his mouth. You watched with hooded eyes as his boyfriend took him all the way down his shaft, massaging his balls with his palm, as Eddie groaned.

“That’s my good boy. You wanna swallow my cum?”

Steve nodded as his eyes met his own and with a few thrusts of Eddie’s hips, his head fell back as he released his spend down the man’s throat. After sharing a soft but passionate kiss, they turned their attention to you.

“Are you ok, babe? Do you need anything? Water?”

“Will you lay with me?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, of course.”

You didn’t even hesitate when you scoot to Eddie’s side and wrapped your arms around your stomach, placing your head on his chest. The last thing you remember is feeling warmth behind you and the sound of Steve’s steady breathing on your skin before you fell asleep.

***

“DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THERE WOULD BE NO CONSEQUENCES?!”

Your head shot up when you heard shouting in your living room. Eddie and Steve were missing but the voice you heard definitely wasn’t theirs. Quickly throwing on the officer’s shirt you listened as the voice continued.

“Did you really think you could come on to our territory, break into one of our stash houses, and kill a bunch of our guys?”

“I think the real question you should be asking is how easy it was for me and my guys to break in.”, Eddie responded angrily. 

“Shut the fuck up, trailer trash! You think because you moved out here and took over Al’s business, you’re different but you aren’t. You’re still that garbage that he left behind with his brother before you suddenly decided you wanted in. Ah ah ah! Don’t make me shoot you, Steve. I have no problem killing a law man.”

���If you’re not here to kill us, Andrew, then what do you want?”, Steve spat.

Glancing quickly around the room, you realize his gun was still in its holster near your nightstand and as quietly as you could pulled it from its home. Tip toeing out into the hallway, you held it in front of you as you peaked around the corner. 

The person you didn’t recognize had his back to you as he pointed his own pistol at Eddie and Steve who both had their hands raised where he could see them. 

“Jason just wants Edward so we can make an example of him and what happens when you cross the Carvers.”

“I think you underestimate the Munsons, Andy.” Slowly, you creeped up behind him, praying he wouldn’t turn around. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere. I hope Jason understands that this wasn’t a good move.”

“Yeah well, you can tell him yourself. Now come on or I will shoot him.”, Andrew threatens as he points his weapon Steve.

“Not if we shoot you first.”

At Eddie’s words, you cock the gun and pull the trigger.

##############

[vendetta-if]

Please don’t take this the wrong way, because I still think you’re writing is incredible and I look forward to every update, but am I the only one who finds Takeshi incredibly weird? Like he’s got a wife and 3 kids and yet he’s still pining over my dad who’s been dead for years now. It’s time to move on dude, come on.

If he was younger and single then I’d understand, but the way it comes off, to me at least, is pretty emotionally unfaithful. It reads like Takeshi views Viktor as “the one who got away” which is kind of a shitty attitude to have when you’re married with kids. We haven’t even met Rins mom yet and I already feel bad for her lol, this whole situation is uncomfortable.

Anyways, sorry for my rambling and if you got offended I really do apologize, I wasn’t trying to be mean. Good luck on your future writing!

I appreciate you being polite when writing this and don’t worry, I’m not offended 😁 I have talked a little bit more about him and his feelings for Viktor and about his marriage with Azami in other asks, but I realize that some of them, I answered like in the early days of this blog being up (boy, time sure does fly because it feels like yesterday to me 😭) and not everyone will have read all of the related asks.

So, everything is a lil bit more complicated for Takashi than what it might seem like on the surface, and of course, I can’t really put all of this history and backstory in the main story because it’s not focused on Takashi, or Rin, or the Aikawa, and thus, I understand why some people end up seeing Takashi in a worse light. This is, of course, not to say that he is perfect. I feel like no one in my story is perfect, even Viktor himself, and I like to keep it that way. But I hope my long-winded explanation in this post will help you get a clearer picture on Takashi and his complicated love life 😭.

And right now in the story, I’ll say that he has actually moved on from Viktor. Sure he still remembers and mourns him around the anniversary of his death, and talking about Viktor (and Yvette) is still a sore spot for him, but as they say, you don’t really forget your first love. Also, he has fixed his relationship with Azami (thus their decision to have the twins) by the time of the main story and they’re at their best right now and I’ll explain more in details below the cut.

I’ll put it under the cut because it’s going to be a long one as I try to summarize Takashi’s and Azami’s history together and some additional lore stuff for those who are interested.

For starter, his marriage to Azami was an arranged one that both of them didn’t really have any say in it and it doesn’t help that both of them didn’t even have time to properly get to know each other by the time they got married. They were also pretty young (around early to mid 20s perhaps? I don’t have my notes open right now).

It was a… politically strategic wedding that Takashi’s father and Azami’s maternal grandfather arranged.

And additional info since I don’t think I have mentioned this anywhere actually, but Azami’s maternal side of family is a Yakuza clan/family back in Japan and by establishing some kind of family relationship with the Aikawas—who focuses their businesses in the US—they hope to keep the door open for possibilities of expanding their own business abroad in the US through the Aikawas. They haven’t really done that, but it’s nice to already have and secure the connection. And vice versa for the Aikawas if they wanna do some business in Japan.

It doesn’t help that Viktor was literally Takashi’s first love and that they’ve known each other since they were kids. So, by the time of his marriage, Takashi didn’t really have enough time to kind of, let go or grow out of his feelings for his first love and he was basically getting married to a stranger.

But to think that this means that he automatically becomes an emotionally distant husband and father is wrong. He spent time talking and hanging out with Azami (mostly initiating them first because Azami is the more introverted and reserved one in their relationship), trying to build a relationship—that should’ve been built naturally in normal marriages—with his wife. It did end up being more like a platonic relationship at first than a romantic one, but still, Azami appreciated that.

He’s also a good, caring, and warm dad for Rin and he did take care of Rin as much as Azami did. I’ve said this before in another ask, but when she got married to what is basically a stranger, Azami expected the worse and Takashi was a very pleasant surprise for her.

I think along the way, Azami fell in love with him for real first, but the fact that Takashi still saw her more of a platonic partner and still had romantic feelings for Viktor at the time… It did put a strain on their marriage.

But both of them didn’t really give up on their marriage and even though it took years, they slowly work on their relationship. It was not an instant progress but over time, Takashi ends up falling in love with Azami as well and that’s also the reason why they had the twins like more than a decade after they had Rin (The twins are still very young in the story right now).

Rin was born because of both of their families’ pressure and expectation, but having the twins is the decision that Takashi and Azami made themselves out of love.

While his feelings for Viktor is still there somewhere in the background, it’s waay weaker and fainter than when he was younger. Right now in the story, I would say he has moved on, although he still remembers his first love occasionally, especially around the time of his death. After all, they say that you can’t really forget your first love.

But yeah, in the story currently, his relationship with his wife is at its best and he’s living happily with his family.

And while a part of his motivation to get Rin to marry MC is in part to kind of fulfilling an impossible dream of his, it is also just for… practical reasons. The fact is that the Aikawas have a little bit more to gain by tying the Morozovs in an alliance based on blood ties than the Morozovs do. The Morozovs have the stronger manpower and raw force/strength and nowadays, they have decent connections too.

I mentioned this before in the past ask about the two families’ history, but their alliance started out because the Aikawas were having a pretty rough time protecting their turf from the other criminal groups and families back in New York. They mostly have power by accumulating and brokering information and connections, but they’re a bit lacking in like raw force and power, and that’s where Grandpa Morozov saw the opportunity for alliance and went to talk with Takashi’s father. And the rest we know how it plays out.

So, yeah… I think that’s all I have to say in this post and I’ll definitely be referring to this post again if I ever get similar asks. I don’t know whether it helps you understand Takashi a little bit more or not, but I do hope it’s not as black and white as it once was 😅

[supercalime]

I can’t believe I found people who think about this the exact same way as I do. I don’t get these hardcore buddie stans who suddenly try to make it look like buckTommy shipper are the toxic ones. I haven’t seen a single BuckTommy shipper who was rude without a reason (maybe a bit defensive about their CANON ship). Whereas I’ve seen plenty of incredibly toxic buddie stans who insult everyone who doesn’t ship their ship or share their opinions.

Another thing and don’t get me wrong Im not defending anyone. But I’ve seen many people heavily bullying the marisol actress because she’s apparently homophobic (not saying she isn’t or is) and wanting her to be gone beacause of this reason but totally ignore the alleged racism of ryan (again not saying he is racist or not, i dont know them personally) just because he is part of their beloved ship. By their logic Ryan should leave the show too.

Hey anon, it took me some time to answer your ask (chaotic life stuff lol) but I’m glad to finally have time to talk about this first part with you.

I’ll preface by saying I won’t get involved in actor drama, no matter how true or toxic it is because I don’t have enough information nor am I qualified to talk about the issues they mishandled. I’ll just say that, no matter who does bad things, they should be held accountable.

Okay, back to the main point: yes, it’s very strange how b*ddie st*ns are behaving towards the canon bi!buck thing. Both with people who ship bucktommy but also with the creators and actors on the show. Regardless if they are right or not about b*ddie being canon, this is not how you act with entertainment, specially with the people giving the content.

I hate to bash but it looks and sounds a lot like a toddler throwing a tantrum because they didn’t get a specific toy.

And toddlers only throw tantrums because they are brand new humans who are learning how to behave. They don’t know any better so they react with outbursts and repeated demands because it’s the only way they know to get the attention of the person taking care of them.

If I’m not mistaken, the main audience for the show is 18-45. NO ONE here should be yelling in comment sections “we want buddie! we want buddie! we want buddie!” as if they would immediately get it. It’s not how it works and it’s frankly embarrassing to see a bunch of adults acting like that for everyone to see.

And I can’t stress it enough, I’m not putting myself on a high ground here and saying I’m a better person by shipping bucktommy, as I’m sure there might be a percentage of fans out there being rude and annoying as well. But at least I’m keeping my conscience clear by not acting like me shipping two characters is something big enough in my life to ruin my enjoyment of a whole show in case my favorite ship doesn’t become canon.

I hate how fandoms behave as if they can have control over the content they are consuming. We aren’t entitled to anything and if there is supposed to be ANY discourse about which character was supposed to end with, that should happen AFTER the show ended! The story isn’t over yet! So why are b*ddie st*ns so stressed? If a show is making you this angry and demanding, please step aside a little, give it some distance because that’s not how consuming content is supposed to make you feel.

And I say that last part with sincerity because I too got way too involved with fandom discourse in the past, to the point that I had to distance myself from certain shows because being that involved made me upset.

Im just tired at this point you know. Im trying to protect myself as much as possible. Im not in the bird app, I don’t follow the show or the actors on social media, im avoiding interviews like the plague. All I want from this experience is to watch the show, gather my thoughts, form my opinions, log onto tumblr and reblog the cute stuff I see about my favorite ship without having to worry about whatever the hell is going on outside my pretty little bubble

[garbbitch]

Was casual part 1 taken down? I can’t find it lol

it must’ve been. you can now find it here:

“Who are we meeting up with, again?” You asked gently under the hot sun. You walked up to the field walking between Katie and Kelli, Jo and Naomi following close behind.

“The boys,” Naomi said as you guys approached the VIP tent. It made you chuckle.

“Oh, uhh– Lucy, Julien, and Phoebe?” You asked as you all settled under the tent.

“Yup! You’ll love them, they're so sweet.” Katie answered. You nervously toyed with a ring on your finger as the area got a bit more crowded. You were standing with Katie on your left, Naomi, Jo, and Kelli were on her other side. Some other folks walked over but you didn’t turn to look at them. Katie turned to see who it was and it was Julien, Lucy and Phoebe. She excitedly gave them hugs.

“Hey, Guys!” Naomi said as they walked over and gave them all hugs.

“This is Y/N,” Jo said as she greeted Julien, Lucy and Phoebe. You waved, feeling a little awkward but wanting to be nice.

“Hey! I’m Phoebe” Phoebe said as she turned her attention to you, “This is Lucy and this is Julien” she added while gesturing to them. Lucy gently hugged you [idk she strikes me as a hug on the first introduction kind of person].

“It’s nice to meet you!” she said gently. Julien was standing somewhat off to the side, she waved at you, and you waved back.

Ethel Cain started her set and you swayed along to the music, singing along to ‘Family Tree’ and swaying a bit. As ‘American Teenager’ came on you got a bit more rowdy, and so did everyone else under the tent with you. You felt a pair of eyes on you but decided to ignore it. As you were dancing someone walked through the area you were all dancing around, bumping into as they did.

“Ouch– sorry!” you said as you bumped into Julien because of it. Her hand fell to your waist as you bumped into her.

“It’s alright, you ok?” she asked as she stepped back from you, her hand fell from your waist.

“Yeah, someone bumped into me I guess,” you said. You rubbed your shoulder where the mysterious person bumped into you.

“Oh shit– your shoulder is really red. Does it hurt really bad?” she asked gently, she looked really worried. She gently led you a little bit away from the tent where it was a little quieter.

“Do you want to go to the medical tent?” she asked gently. You started to realize that you were feeling lightheaded from not drinking much water.

“Um– uh– I don’t uh– i” you started to wobble.

“Woah–” she said gently, she caught you in her arms. She was strong but by this point, Katie and Lucy noticed and ran over.

“What happened?” they asked frantically.

“I-I dunno, someone bumped into her and her shoulder was hurting pretty bad but then she just passed out. Do you know if she drank any water?” Julien asked Katie.

“I don’t think she brought her water with her. Oh fuck– she left it in Jo’s car.” She said as she got worried. You were feeling incredibly dizzy and having trouble focusing on them talking.

“Can you call for a medic to come get her?” Julien asked Naomi who was now also over here where Julien was kneeling behind you as she laid you down gently, your head in her lap.

A medic came over with a stretcher and they all moved aside so they could help you. The medics put you in an ambulance and your friends all stood there unsure of what to do.

“I’ll go w–” they all said in unison. They all sighed and the medic said only one person would fit in the back with you.

“She was with me when she fainted, I’ll go,” Julien said before walking over to the ambulance.

“We’ll meet you over there,” Jo said as the medics closed the doors.

It didn’t take long for you and Julien to get over to the medical tent. Julien sat with you as they connected you to an IV. Everyone else was going to take a little longer cause they would have to get back to their cars.

“Wh–what happened?” you asked as you woke up, you felt a fan blowing air on you and you looked around only to find Julien beside you.

“You uh, you were dehydrated and after that guy bumped into you, you passed out,” she explained gently.

You became aware of the short skirt you were wearing and awkwardly adjusted it. You could’ve sworn you saw Julien smirk but you didn’t say anything.

“Oh shit— you’re missing the ethel cain set,” you said softly. Julien shook her head.

“It’s ok, don't worry,” she said soothingly. She gently touched your hand and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you for being here,” you said softly.

“No need to thank me, I figured you would wake up less confused if I was still with you,” she said soothingly. “I know this probably isn't the time but uh– you’re really pr–” she started as Jo, Kelli, and Katie came running over. She dropped your hand. You looked at Julien confused before turning your attention to Jo, Kelli, and Katie.

“Are you ok?!” Kelli asked frantically.

"I'm ok, a little lightheaded though," you said gently.

[i-sveikata]

Hi! I first want to say that I really enjoy your work; I remember reading a Steve/Bucky fic of yours years ago and really liking it but I don't think I had a ao3 account at the time so I completely forgot about it. But yesterday while I was (desperately) searching for some more Vegas/Pete fanfic I stumbled upon IFTG and binge read it a full sitting (yes I have been completely unproductive today but I do not consider it a waste as I have enjoyed every minute I spent reading your fic)

Secondly, and sorry if this has already been asked or if these are inapt questions

(I'm more of a lurker when it comes to social platforms so I'm not sure how these things go)

, but I just wanted to know how you got into KinnPorshe and what are you thoughts on the show and it's various ships? I personally got into it a bit late (literally like 2 weeks ago) and was just curious about your experiences with the fandom and opinions and what not

I was also hoping you could recommend some Vegas/Pete stories that you enjoy (I'm always looking for more 😅)

Again love your stories, hope your having a good day.

Omg thanks so much anon that’s really sweet! Oh hahahhaha sounds like a productive day to me lol

Oh don’t be sorry! I would say I’m more of a lurker too in fandom tbh like I’ll still comment on fic I read and stuff but I’m normally more of a hermit coming out of my cave tossing a fic on ao3 and then running for it hahahahah so I understand!

Oh well I guess when that first trailer came out it was blowing up on tumblr and I watched it and was intrigued about it (plus I love the Australian/Thai actor and I knew he’d be in it too) and I guess I ended up just sort of vague keeping in the loop about it because so many people were excited. I think I watched it from when it first aired if I remember right? Or a least maybe an Ep or two after that? I kind of do this thing where I stalk all the gifs of a show on tumblr and if I find it interesting then I decide to watch it lol. But yeah I wasn’t hugely involved in the fandom from what I’ve heard a lot of it was on Twitter which I don’t use so I can’t really give much of an general update. All I can say is it was a really exciting time when that first trailer came out and everyone eventually got worried it might never come out when it took so long for them to give an airing date after it

I’ve actually gotten more of a fandom experience since I started writing this fic and people started coming over to tumblr to talk to me!! Which has honestly been really great and a fun way to dip myself into the fandom community for kp

I’m sorry I haven’t actually read that many!! I’ve got an old post where I’ve answered that before but I’ll come back to this ask later and link it for you

At this stage I am actively trying not to read other stuff in the fandom because I don’t really want to be low key influenced by any fic if that makes sense? Like in a fandom you eventually get fandom generated character traits or truths that start to trickle across everyone’s fics and for the moment I’m trying to avoid it.

Thanks so much hope You have a wonderful day too!!

[mint-yooxgi]

I was waiting for your taeyong kinktober since the beginning but then when it came it was so smaller than the others, i was lowkey disappointed. It felt incomplete to me. Ik writers have a hard life too but just wanted to get this off my chest. I hope you know it’s not hate for you just criticism.

K.

That’s it. Kinktober is cancelled. Thanks to everyone who’s supported it this far, but since the length of certain prompts aren’t up to this anon’s standards, everyone go home!

Is how I really wanted to answer this ask, amongst other things. (Though that’s still a bit dramatic, even for me lol)

I’m not going to lie, when I first got this ask a few hours ago while I was out with my friends, it fucking sucked. I was having such a good time with them since it’s one of my last times I’m going to be seeing the both of them for a while, but then when I saw this pop up in my ask box, it put a damper on my spirits.

I’ll be honest, there was definitely a time when I was writing these prompts when I worried about the length of some of them. I know first hand which ones are shorter than the rest, and it worried me that people would be upset that “my prompt isn’t as long as x prompt”, or “why is x prompt over 1k words while y prompt is only 250?” It is a valid concern. However, I have also stated time and time again on my blog that I will never force my writing, and certain prompts just didn’t give me as much inspiration as others.

Why?

Well, isn’t that just the million dollar question right there? Probably because I've written so many similar things to other prompts, as well as the ask isn’t actually for someone I bias. I definitely have more inspiration for people I bias, or groups I am hyper focused on at the moment than others. Also, I will reiterate, I will never force my writing.

Keep in mind here that I am writing 62, yes, you read that right, sixty-two kinktober prompts. If I set a word count goal for each of them, do you know how mentally draining that would be? Not to mention how repetitive and boring they would be because I will never force my writing. Writing them day after day leading up to their postings, a lot of them tend to blend together because it can be the same thing over and over. Some of them were a ‘I need to write this to get it done, so I can move on to the next’ rather than an ‘I want to write this.’ Also, again, the fact that for this particular case I felt I had written so many similar things just grated on my mind.

I have This Drabble which includes bondage with Taeyong.

I have This Drabble which includes Demon!Taeyong smut.

I have This Drabble which includes bondage with Taeyong.

These prompts are not meant to be very long, you can look at any of my 2020 Kintober Prompts to know. If some of them ended up being longer than the rest this time around, that’s great! If not, I am not going to force my writing. These are not full on smut pieces, of which I literally have one for Taeyong, a fact in which not many of the other nct members can say they have a stand alone smut on my blog.

I know this isn’t hate, but tell me where I asked for criticism? I always ask for feedback, but this message just reads to me that you (who probably sent this request, or at least that’s what I'm assuming based off of this salty ask), are butthurt about your request not being as long as you wanted it to be. I never promised novel length prompts. Besides, isn’t the saying quality over quantity? Though, it looks like you don’t think the prompt’s that good, either. Shame.

Like, I'm going to be real for a second here, (cause I'm starting to get heated the longer I look at this ask), but how entitled do you think you are? I don’t owe you kinktober prompts. I did it because it was something I thought would be fun to do, and because I wanted to do it. I don’t owe that to anybody. 

Let’s also not talk about the fact that it seems that over half of the interaction I only seem to get is people wanting to request something from me. It’s different when I ask for requests, but it’s still disheartening as a writer to know that one of the only types of interaction you get (after begging for some asks with games and stuff), is just people wanting something from you. I can’t count the amount of asks I've deleted in the past week about people sending me shit like “can you write this same kinktober prompt for x member from y group instead?” That shit is not okay!

Also, the fact that you came into my ask box on anon to tell me this, instead of, I don’t know, reblogging the fic with your feedback instead says a lot. This response probably would have gone a lot differently then. 

Yeah, I'll admit, this particular prompt is not by best writing, but let’s be real. Even if it were longer, you still wouldn't have reblogged it, anyways.

[ray-the-fanatic]

2k12 tmnt for the fandom asks

(sorry i haven't answered yours yet, been having an off day but i'll get to it soon 🙏)

(lol no worries take your time friend!)

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 I’ll tell you:

The first character I first fell in love with:  I feel the answer is well know XD I love Raph! I mean makes sense he was my favorite in 03 but I turly loved what 2012 did with him as well. He such a cocky shit at the start of the show and its not that he stops that trait but you do see how he develops for the better as the shown went on. Him feeling he was better and should be leader to how he more takes to his role in his team. You see him go from someone who cracks under pressure when given leadership to making sure he's always prepared, how he makes sure none of them esp Leo are left behind how he lets his softer side come out more when Chompy comes in. HE's also a little smart ass and people need to let him cuss he's had it u-u

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

Shinigami, I sort of dropped off watch 2012 during season 4 so I didn't see her much outside a few epsiode I caught here and there. I havent quite gotten to when she is in the show now either outside clips and such I have seen. But I expected me to feel as I do Renet shes fine but there. Honestly though? I love her. I like how she isn't the usual gloom and doom but even laughs at Mikey's jokes i dunno I just enjoy her.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

Renet, I wouldn't say I hate her. Much how I just wasn't much for the 03 version I would say gose the same in 12. I like her just fine shes a fun charater for the episodes she comes in for and such mostly love the season 5 monter arch. I personlly love her most for the fact she shares a VA with Terra from Teen Titans so it was like getting Beast Boy and Terra back. She just there she's fine I dont find her annoying but Im not hyped about her personally myself.

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

I wouldn't say he is hated but I do see Casey tends to not get much love or people will makes statments about him I just don't agree with like saying he is selfish and uncaring. When you do see that isn't ture. You learn that he and raph talk about stuff like what happened to spike. You see hes the one April talks when at the time who she thought was her mom wanted to leave and she had to pick to stay or go with her. Casey dose care about the turtles he often right there when they need help, he covers them in their battles and like the nightmare episode from the farm house arch he was ready to beat an old man for possibly being the reason they were going to die. I genuinely just love Casey my re watch has made me love him even more I just can't get over his stupid laugh sometimes XD

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

Slash, NOT that I hate him either I thought he was villain longer though? but he had such a sudden turn around and it felt like such a waste to me. I felt like he could have been good as Raph arch enemy over Xever. Could been used to add to Raph and Casey friendship/partnership. I still like Slash I just wish he had been a villain a bit longer just for all untap story he had to offer.

The character I would totally smooch: 

Give all the turtles smooches on their heads they been through it in this shown u-u

The character I’d want to be like: 

hmmm mr murakami? I dunno dude seems to be enjoying live got hos own businesses willing to make stuff for the turtles he seems chill despite getting dragged into stuff from just knowing the turtles.

The character I’d slap: 

-Raph I love my boy but he needs to be slapped u-u

-Leo also needs a slap sometimes

-Casey he exsits hit em

-Donnie i love him to but smack this boy A pairing that I love:

Rasey uwu I love these two no matter the series I gotta ship these idiots im a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope A pairing that I despise:

hmm I don't think I have any sure theres some I dont ship or personally like much but eh cant say I have a ship I like hate you know? Besides I rather spend time enjoy what I love anyway.

[bonesandthebees]

Okay, so I have caught up on No Time Confounds Me. (yes I’ve been reading a lot lately, I’m sick and I don’t have classes so I don’t really have shot to catch up on and I was kinda ahead of work before I got sick so I’m fine)

Anyway, normally I don’t read vampire stuff, I tried reading Nocturnal Animals and I got 3 chapters in and it’s really cool but my brain just isn’t slotting on so I doubt I’ll finish it. (In my defence, I already know how it ends so *shrugs*) My point is, I really enjoy ntcm. I love the world-building and the niche little interests (or is it the aesthetic? Like the drawing on the shoes and the pins.)

You are once again doing and amazing job with foreshadowing. The new vampires at the blood bank are Phil, Techno, Quackity and Schlatt. Tommy knows a lot about vampire stuff because he is one. Running away because you allegedly accidentally stole someone’s Claim would be a good enough reason to down half a black coffee in 1 go. The constantly being watched but only when Tommy is there so maybe Schlatt already knew, he just needed Wilbur there too. The news Wilbur manages to catch is about Tommy turning Tubbo. Tommy Claiming Wilbur as his brother because he Claimed him. Tommy’s attempt to dye his hair brown to be less recognisable. (Though if you don’t want to be found, bright blue is a terrible choice, Tommy!)

Most of these are little things that might stand out but can be dismissed and then they suddenly slot into place. Like you have a long build-up but I’m sure if I were to read it again that everything would make sense. Like it’s that writing thing where everything you write has to have a purpose. Seemingly random scenes all have a goal or make more sense when you get more information and it’s so cool to see you do that!

Also, I say allegedly accidentally, but unless his parents died by gunshot, I’d say the chance is pretty high Tubbo did get shot. That’s why Tommy jumps in front of him whenever he hears one because if he had done that for Tubbo he would not be in this situation. + the trauma of watching your friend bleed out and being faced with their mortality would make Tommy worried about losing Wilbur.

Also also, I am terribly worried about Schlatt, but I assume that of he were to purposely turn Wilbur against his will in some way it would go back to being a violation of human law (and there would probably be a lot of witnesses).

Also also also, (last one, I promise) does eye colour define strength? Does that mean the Phil and Tommy are stronger than everyone else or is there some other meaning?

-🌲

HI SPRUCE i'm so glad to hear you're enjoying!! I'll get to your stars asks soon I promise, but I'm saving them for after I finish no time bc answering those will help me get back into the stars headspace lol

in the meantime though, I'm thrilled how much you like ntcf so far. the aesthetic is my favorite part ngl. I always loved the pacific northwest aesthetic vibes combined with a lowkey punk look (ie: wilbur's leather coat, combat boots, pins) so it's been a lot of fun for me to set up scenes with that imagery and all that. I also love including small details like wilbur drawing on tommy's shoes and stuff. it just makes the world feel more alive to me.

you picked up on all the foreshadowing!! yup you got that exactly right. I was trying to make the first chapter seem like a normal relaxed vibey slice of life type fic, but with something obviously wrong going on in the distance.

also fun fact actually if you're trying to disguise yourself it's sometimes better to stand out. the point of a disguise isn't to blend into a crowd, it's to look like someone else. (I learned this from watching a youtube video with the CIA's former Chief of Disguise lol). so yeah, tommy trying to dye his hair blue wasn't necessarily him trying to blend in, it was him trying to look like someone who wasn't Tommy. but as I'll probably mention offhandedly in the next chapter, vampire hair is a bit different from human hair molecule-wise so vampires need special hair dye to change their hair color. hence why tommy's dye attempts turned out so shit lol

the thing about the Good Samaritan Law regarding Turnings is that it's really a legal bullshit loophole. if there were no other witnesses around besides the vampire and the person being turned, no one can prove that it wasn't a life threatening situation. so almost every single time without fail a Turning will get excused by the good samaritan law. also, a vampire will very rarely turn a human unwillingly because again the newly turned person can just turn them in. so the issue isn't turning people unwillingly. the issue is that it's illegal to turn humans at all even if they consent. the only time it's legal is if the person is literally on their deathbed. since vampires are immortal, the government wants to limit their population growth for obvious reasons. but again, it's such a loose law that all you have to do is make sure there are no other humans around when a turning happens and boom you can claim they were dying.

no eye color doesn't define strength. the eye color thing is literally just based off what eye color you had as a human. phil and tommy both had blue eyes, so their eyes get lighter and turn a more silvery color. techno, quackity, and schlatt all had brown eyes, hence why their eyes turn gold. being a vampire just lightens your eyes and makes them kind of shimmery, so it's just dependent on what your original eye color was and nothing else.

ty again so glad you're enjoying!! I'll try to get the next chapter out soon. I wanted it done to post today but I only got halfway through it yesterday sooooo oops. I'll try to finish it as soon as i can.

[diaryofanormalkid]

Lol my black history month’s going great 👌🏿😁

I just remembered some weird convo I had at work with a client. He goes “I’m so sorry if this is a stupid question—” pause, because I already know once you say that, it’s going to be stupid.

“—but, why are your knuckles so much darker than your hands?” 🤦🏿‍♀️ he REALLY got me there. If the emoji didn’t give it away, well by now I should let you know I’m a dark-skinned black girl.

So imagine my immediate embarrassment, discomfort and overall awkward reaction to this indeed stupid question. I actually looked down at my hand to see what he was talking about.

I promise you I stared at my hand for 10 seconds before collecting my answer because I didn’t even notice until he said that. I go, “you know what, I don’t know…” bc HOW THE HECK DO YOU ASK THAT?

I didn’t create myself sir?!! How am I supposed to conclude how my knuckles are darker than my hands. Then I wondered… isn’t everybody’s’? I continue with “I didn’t notice until you said that.”

Lol I was so shook that he had the audacity to ask that bc he wasn’t even a little bit worried that he could somewhat offend me, get called out, cancelled, looked at funny… nothing.

He had all the support he needed to ask that peacefully without getting hate bc everyone around him… looks like him. Not me. There’s only one other POC where I work, and he’s not black.

It was definitely a new low from the all sorts of questions I’ve been asked so far. As for black history month, the other POC and I haven’t had any mention of it at all this month.

I hardly think they care to consider any acknowledgement of the month at all. I wouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps I’ll hear a mention of it later in the month. However, it’s already halfway over.

I guess I’ll also point out that technically, more like literally, the other POC is African. His nationality is Moroccan. But I still think he’s considered Arab since that’s North Africa.

Tbh idk enough about him to know how he identifies. Plus he looks entirely Arabic to me, so I wouldn’t put it past him. Nonetheless, I sometimes feel like ppl test my patience too often.

It’s sometimes isolating having no confidant who gets what I experience or I can look to or talk with at times so they can understand my feelings. I don’t relate to a lot of the ppl I work with.

And that’s okay. For many reasons, I never would anyways. A lot of them are in different life stages than I am, or speak multiple languages, or own very nice things and have a family etc.

Do different things outside of work, believe different religions, drink, smoke weed, etc. so it’s hard to find a common ground with anyone, except for really simple things like food/clothes.

It pains me sometimes to be on such surface level convos when I’ve been here long enough to be past those things. It just feels like I’ll never get to a point where I’m comfortable with the full group.

And I have my days where it’s better, but I just hate being in the moment when i feel like I’m on the outside looking in. I’m not included and they don’t even try to relate to me or make convo.

You know when they walk past you just to start a convo with someone to the left or right of me. Or they speak in their language and forget i can’t comprehend or contribute.

Or when they always seem to not mention if they make outside plans with each other but leave me out bc we don’t have rapport like that. I tell myself I’m fine with it since I’m introverted anyways.

In a lot of ways, I genuinely don’t mind not being invited out because at least I don’t have to decline with a lame excuse and can remain in the comfort of my own home with my own company.

I can catch up on sleep, or shows, cook, or do laundry, or eat in silence. Do whatever I want. And not have to feel like I’m wasting my time by forcing myself to go somewhere “to socialize.”

I don’t have to be uncomfortable trying to fit in or act engaged in the conversation, or pretend like I can relate to anything they just said or even understand when they switch languages.

I can be myself and not have to mask like I do at work when I fake laugh at a really unfunny joke, or act super extroverted and social just to not seem like a party pooper or Debby downer.

Or force my smile in front of clients and coworkers so they don’t realize I’m having a really off day. I can wear my relaxing clothes, eat as many snacks as I want, sing as loud as I feel.

And sleep as late as I want. Or as early. But there’s always that feeling like I’m missing out on so much. The fomo. Just wanting to be invited. Included. Thought about. Considered. Something.

It’s so unfulfilling working at a place where you get little to no joy out of it bc not even the ppl can give you some peace of mind that at least if the job sucks, you have someone.

FYI. I don’t smoke.

[killer-rabbit-of-caerbannog]

Hello!! Hope you're doing okay. I was really curious - and it's been on my mind for a while but I was too chicken to ask before - but how do you pronounce the last word in your username? I've been mentally reading it as keer-ban-nog but I suspect I'm incorrect

~ ✨

Hello! I am doing as well as can be expected in the current hellscape that is the Bible Belt of America. (Also please don’t worry about sending me asks, I live for that shit, and if it’s ever something I don’t want to answer I’ll just say that.)

Anyway’s, you’re pretty close! It’s just that the first syllable is pronounced the same as the word care (like “I care about that person”).

My whole username, plus what I’ve got in my… bio, is what it’s called? I’m a bit sleep deprived, the words aren’t quite wording lol. Is a reference to Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Great movie, highly recommend watching it if you haven’t. Pure rampant silliness.

For reference as to why this is my username (and there is a bit of mention of graphic depictions of violence, so stop reading here if that bothers you): way back in ye olden days of high school, some acquaintances and I were talking about “what animal would we all be if we were animals?” You know, typical lighthearted teenager conversation between teens who kinda know each other but don’t actually know each other. And everyone else was getting assigned like. Dog. Cat. I think one of them was declared a parrot, but that was the most unusual until they got to me.

There was a brief period of silence, then one of them went “so you know that rabbit from Monty Python, rips a couple dudes’ throats out, disembowels a few others?” And it was simultaneously and unanimously agreed that if I were an animal, that’s the animal I’d be.

[tsumune]

more than enough

pairing: gn!reader x suna rintarou

synopsis: suna feels insecure about what he offers in your relationship, and after seeing how excited you get listening to your friend talk about the extravagant things her boyfriend does for her, he decides to try something himself.

tags: angst?? to fluff (just slight angst)

suna comes home from practice to find the house silent. that’s odd, he thinks to himself as he looks for you. his muscles hurt, he’s sore, and a small part of him is irritated that dinner isn’t ready, but all those thoughts are wiped from his head when he turns on the lights in the bedroom and finds you fast asleep, your eyebrows creased together and your nose slightly red as if you had just cried.

“y/n? what’s wrong, are you okay?” suna softly shakes you awake.

“mm.. rin? ah, what time is it?” your first thought when you wake is to look at the clock, and to your horror it’s already 8PM. “oh no, rin i’m so sorry i didn’t make dinner yet. i’ll go make some now-”

“hey no, it’s okay. tell me what’s wrong first, were you crying?”

“it’s not a big deal rin. don’t worry about me, but you need to eat.”

suna’s own eyebrows crease at this. “why are you so intent on getting me to eat?”

you look at him with confusion, as if the answer was obvious. “because your game is coming up soon, rin. you have to keep your body healthy and not worry about other things.”

suna frowns at this. he knows he’s not the most expressive boyfriend, but he cares about you so much and wants you to know you’re not second to the other things in his life, no matter how busy he gets. “just because i have a game coming up doesn’t mean i’ll ignore you. tell me.”

he’s taken aback by the sudden tears filling your eyes, and in a panic his hands quickly wrap around your figure. “i got yelled at by my boss... i don’t want to lose this job, rin.”

“shh, you won’t baby. you’re doing so well, one mistake doesn’t define you.” you calm down as suna continues holding you in his arms and smoothing your hair, and the both of you enjoy some takeout and your favourite movie after you relax. but suna can’t shake the heavy feeling in his chest that you were bottling up your feelings in an effort to not worry him, and the guilt that his first thought when he came home was that you didn’t make dinner. it worries him even more.

days have passed since the night you broke down, but suna still feels a bit tense. he won his game, and in celebration you asked if he wanted to go out with your friends. in truth, he just wanted to make you feel better, but you hadn’t brought up the topic since that night, so he decides going out and forgetting about everything might be a good thing. as the night goes on though, his heart only feels heavier.

“and then, he opened the trunk and there were bouquets of flowers and balloons in there!”

suna watches your eyes light up as your friend talks about the latest dramatic gesture her boyfriend did for her. he used to internally roll his eyes at this and think he was being over the top, but looking at how happy your friend was talking about him and how excited it seemed to make you feel, he wonders if you ever smile that brightly when you tell your friends about him. actually, do you talk to your friends about him at all? does he do anything that warrants a story like this? suna isn’t sure if he can remember. sure, you go out for anniversary dinners, but everyone does that, don’t they? if you don’t go to him for comfort, and he doesn’t plan big surprises for you... what does he do for you?

“rin. rinnie. rintarou!” suna snaps back to attention at your voice combined with the flick to his forehead.

“ow!” you laugh, and that was enough to ease a bit of suna’s worries. he decides he’ll take some (albeit dramatic) inspiration from your friend’s boyfriend, and step up his antics so that he can hear that laugh more often.

“can i open my eyes now?”

“no wait, not yet,” suna drags you a bit farther. “okay, now you can.”

you open your eyes, and to your surprise, your bed is decorated with flowers in the shape of a heart. you can’t stop the laugh that bursts out of you.

“rin, what is this,” you wipe your eyes as you laugh. “since when were you so corny?”

suna feels his heart drop at your comment. he worked hard on this. he thought you would like it, thought it would be something he could do for you. thought it would put him up there on the good boyfriend list next to your friend’s boyfriend.

“rin, why did you use whole flowers with the stems still on? don’t people usually just use the petals? silly guy.” you say cheekily, thinking to tease your boyfriend for his random cute act a bit. you admit it’s a bit odd coming from suna, but it’s endearing in a clumsy way, and you appreciated it. but when you turn around to face him, suna’s head is turned to the ground and he looks unexpectedly serious.

“sorry if you don’t like it. just thought i’d do something different for a change,” he says through gritted teeth before leaving to the living room.

“hey rin, wait!” you try to catch his arm as he goes, but he just shakes you off. “rin? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to dismiss your work like that. i was just kidding.” instead of responding, suna plants himself facedown on the couch.

you start to worry. “rin? are you okay? can you talk to me about it.” silence. “rin... i talked to you last time. can you talk to me too, please?”

at this, suna turns his head. this time, it’s your turn to be surprised at the uncommon sight of his glossy eyes. “i just wanted to be a good boyfriend... you didn’t come to me last time you were hurt, and then i saw how excited you were when your friend talked about her boyfriend’s stupid surprises... i thought you would be happy if i did more of those things too.”

“oh rin.” you sigh and climb onto the sofa, softly squishing him. your hands cup his face and you stare into his eyes, neither of you moving until suna gives in. “what?”

“you’re more than enough for me, rin.” suna has heard these words countless times before. you’ve said them to him often, and in his heart he knows you’ve always felt this way, but with the recent events and mix of emotions he’s experiencing, he feels like he’s been knocked off his feet and swept away by the undeniable love in them. “you don’t have to do the things you see others do, i love you just the way you are. you don’t have to change yourself for me, rin, you’re already everything i could wish for as is. you’re sweet and attentive and always put me first, i’m aware of that, and you show me you care in the little things, like what you just tried.” suna’s eyes shift to the side in embarrassment at the thought of the flowers still sitting on your shared bed. “i wouldn’t mind if you never did that again, but i also wouldn’t mind if you wanted to try again. and i promise i’ll take you seriously. just use only petals next time,” you playfully pinch your boyfriend on the nose, and this time he laughs with you.

the two of you head back to the room to pick up the flowers and put them in a vase (suna was beet red the whole time), and then lay down on the bed to cuddle. after a while, suna turns to you.

“promise me you’ll talk to me if you ever feel upset again,” you open your mouth and suna already knows what you’re about to say, “i know. i know i’m not the best at it either, but i’ll try harder too. you just really had me worried.”

“i didn’t want to worry you before your game.”

“yeah, and i was worried what it meant that you didn’t want to talk to me. so your plan backfired,” he pouted.

“okay okay,” you laugh with a defeated sigh. “from now on, better communication. pinky promise.”

“what are you, five?” suna scoffs, before connecting your pinkies together. “pinky promise.”

a/n: methinks this could’ve been executed better but i just wanted to write something lol might rewrite/reuse the premise of this idea sometime

[ladywaifuuwrites]

Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume. 

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”  

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway. 

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small. 

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect. 

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure. 

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity. 

“18,19…?????” 

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him. 

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you. 

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here. 

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face. 

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes. 

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say. 

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar. 

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.  

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon. 

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

[inbarfink]

So the Character-Flavored Tea sold in Cyber City has a lot of interesting details to analyze:

It’s possible that a person perceiving their own tea as just water is just... how the tea is supposed to work. But you can also read it as an indication of self-loathing and\or a lack of a clear self-image. I think you can argue that pretty much all the characters involved suffer from this to some degree.

Lol Noelle is thirsty

Susie likes everyone’s flavor but herself’s! Awww! it’s clear that outside her Tough Bully Exterior, Susie might be the most Wholesome character in the cast. Deep down, she’s really just “HELL YEAH THESE ARE ALL MY FRIENDS AND I LOVE THEM A LOT”

Obviously Ralsei has a high score for Susie and Kris but not really for Noelle because he barely had a chance to interact with her. This is also probably why she perceives Ralsei Tea as an empty cup. She literally has no impression of him. Same goes the other way around. 

The fact that they even have 50HP for each other might be a testiment for how sweet and accepting both of these characters are even with complete strangers. 

(And Ralsei at the very least knows that Noelle is soft and sweet!! Awww)

Noelle and Kris’ scores for each other are above-average but not Great. Probably because they USED to be quite close as kids but then had a falling out. So their relationship is still a bit tense even though they care about each other. 

This is clearly expressed in the flavors. Susie and Ralsei aren’t sure if Kris likes Noelle Tea or not (probably because Kris’ feelings about it are conflicted.) Noelle’s Kris Tea has a cinnamon flavor with a strange aftertaste - just like her feelings for them are mostly pleasent but with some lingering sadness\apprehension.

The most intersting thing of all is that although the Player is given many opportunities to make Kris express affection towards Ralsei... Kris only gets 60HP from Ralsei Tea. Just 10HP more then Noelle and Ralsei gets from That Person They Don’t Even Know. Perhaps the implication is that in spite of any choices made by the player, Kris doesn’t like Ralsei all that much. Maybe they feel apprehensive about his overly-friendly attitude. Maybe, like a lot of fans do, they kinda suspect that he’s not on the up-and-up

Notably, Kris does get a 120HP does of FRIENDSHIP from Susie Tea. Many fans have noticed that some of the few things Kris does without the player’s control involve showing a clear affection for Susie. Protecting her from the King, calling her “a friend”, being angry when other people bad-mouth her... they might have even slashed their mom’s tires just as an excuse to have a sleepover! 

And when Susie asks Kris who’d they rather take to the Town Festival, “You” (Susie) is the one answer where Susie doesn’t mention them ‘sounding so confused’. (I mean that could also be that she was so flustered by the implication that she didn’t notice the tone, but ‘Kris likes Susie the most and wants to hang out with her’ is probably the most obvious interpretation)

It’s very sweet to think that although Kris met Susie under the Very Unfortunate Circumstance of Being Mind Controlled, they have grown to see her as their closest friend regardless of that fact. But it’s also kinda sad to think that Ralsei’s great affection toward Kris is kinda one-sided.

... But I do actually have an Alternative Theory as to why Ralsei Tea has such a low score for Kris, and that has to do with the Flavor (Text). We can only tell how Kris feels about the Tea from Susie and Ralsei’s comments. And interestingly enough, both Kris Tea and Ralsei Tea give them “No reaction?”

SO, one of the theories about What the Hell Ralsei Even Is, is that rather than being the Dark World Manifestation of an inanimate object - he’s the   Dark World Manifestation of an abstract concept. Namely: Kris’ memories of Asriel. So he’s able to manifest in whatever Dark World Kris wonders to because he is literally manifesting from Kris’ brain.

And so, assuming the Teas taste like water when you drink your own flavor is Just How It Works - is it possible that drinking the Tea of someone who is Made of Your might be somewhat diluted???

Eh, it’s just a theory. Honestly I kinda like “Kris just doesn’t like Ralsei as much as Ralsei likes them back” because it’s very tragic and sad.

SPEAKING OF RALSEI AND SADNESS, can we talk about that “I’m happy!” when Kris drinks his Tea? Like is it just another indication of Ralsei’s extremely eager-to-please and desperate for approval personality. He’s happy that Kris even chose to drink his Tea and he’s just trying to ignore the implications of Kris seemingly having no reaction to it?

Is it about his own low\lacking self-image that he showed in the Acid Tunnel of Love. Is it like “Oh wow you had a Neutral Reaction and got healed 60HP? OH YAY! I was so worried that you were gonna spit it out in disgust and lose 20HP! I’m so relieved you can even be Neutral towards my flavor!” 

Other things about the tastes: Ralsei’s tastes for Kris and Susie correspond with their Dark World colors. Kris is blue and has a blueberry flavor, Susie is purple and has a grape flavor. Is it just to show how Ralsei has only ever seen them as their Dark World selves (because Kris is very much not Blueberries in the Light World)? Or maybe it’s meant as an indication that maybe Ralsei’s impression of them is still a bit... shallow?

Susie tasting Noelle Tea as Eggnog and Ralsei Tea as Marshmallows both make tons of sense. Eggnog is warm, comforting and Christmasy - marshmallows are soft and very sweet. That’s a pretty good description of Noelle and Ralsei.

I’m just trying to figure out why Susie thinks Kris is apple-flavored? Is it because they’re green in the Light World? Is it a reference to how their the child of a teacher? Kris is... not super-sweet but... crispy?? I’ll have to think about it.

[debbiechanclub]

Best Two Out of Three (Rewrite!), Part 1

There’s dissension in The Elite, and Alex and Callie both just want Adam to be happy. But they both need to sort out their own happiness, too.

Pairings: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler & Adam Page x OFC x Matt Jackson (lol if you read the original you know it gets more complicated than this but, ya know) Part: 1/? Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: Language, alcohol use, angst

Masterlist.

A/N: It’s here! With @hotyeehawman‘s blessing as co-writer of the original, I’ve decide to go ahead with my efforts to rewrite Best Two Out of Three (a.k.a. BTOOT) and make it even better than before. I know a lot of people loved the original fic (and I love you for it), and it’s pretty much the entire reason I’m involved in this little community and have made so many friends. But I hope you’ll like the rewrite just as much, if not more so. And if this is the first time you’re reading, welcome! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2020 AEW Fyter Fest, Night 1 Daily’s Place – Jacksonville, Florida

“Are you ready for this?”

Alex arched an eyebrow at Trent from across the locker room. “Am I ready? Are y’all ready? You’re the ones fighting for the tag titles.”

“Yeah, but we’re going up against your old boys, and we’re your new boys, so, you know,” he bit off a strip of athletic tape as he finished wrapping his wrists. “It might be emotionally stressful for you to be out there.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine,” she returned; but the amused half-grin on her lips belied the nervous butterflies teeming in her stomach. This was emotionally stressful. It had been a long time coming for Best Friends to finally get a shot at the AEW World Tag Team Championship, but as much as Alex wanted this for them, she would have preferred they go up against anyone other than Adam Page and Kenny Omega. Not because she didn’t think Trent and Chuck could beat them—she did—but because Adam was one of her oldest friends in the business, and Kenny was… well, things were complicated between her and Kenny, to say the least.

“And Adam and Kenny were never my boys,” she added, trying to talk down her nerves. “Not in the way you guys are.”

“Knock, knock!” Someone suddenly knocked on the door and called cheerfully into the room. Trent’s mom, Sue. “Is everyone decent?”

“Yeah, come in,” Trent answered. Sue barely waited until the words were out of his mouth before she pushed open the door. She smiled widely at them all.

“Are you guys ready? I was told it’s time to head to the van.”

“I’m good,” Chuck said. “Alex?”

She nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Trent grabbed his jacket, and they exited the locker room and made their way toward where Sue’s white minivan sat just outside the amphitheater. It had been Tony’s idea to have Sue drive them into the match, and Alex was somewhat relieved that she was. It meant she wouldn’t have to worry about running into either Adam or Kenny backstage right beforehand.

“Are we all piling in the back, or?” Alex asked as they arrived at the van.

“No; I figured you’d ride shotgun,” Trent said, and he opened the passenger side door for her. She smiled at him and got inside.

“Okay, Alex,” Sue said to her as she climbed behind the wheel. “Make sure no one hurts my Greggy.”

“What about me?” Chuck asked, wounded. But Trent talked over him.

“She’s doing commentary, mom.”

Alex grinned as she buckled her seatbelt. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll run down with a steel chair if I need to.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Are you sure you don’t want me at ringside?”

Callie looked up in question at Adam as he shrugged on his vest. He seemed irritated as he answered. “Yes, Cal. Alex isn’t gonna do anything; she’s on commentary. And she wouldn’t do anything even if she wasn’t. I don’t know why you think she will.”

Callie glanced down in annoyance at her nails. “I just don’t trust her,” she muttered.

“Yeah, we know,” Kenny commented.

Callie rolled her eyes; she couldn’t wait for this match to be over and done with. At first, Best Friends had just been yet another team for Adam and Kenny to defeat in their reign as AEW World Tag Team Champions. But, at some point over the last three weeks, the story of the match had suddenly shifted from the titles themselves to Adam’s rocky relationship with Kenny—and whether Alex Hawthorne thought they truly gelled as a team. She knew Adam, everyone said; they were old friends, they’d come up in the business together, and if anyone would have insight into Adam’s true feelings on teaming with Kenny, it was her. It irked Callie. She was Adam’s girlfriend, but no one seemed to give two shits about her opinion on the matter.

And she knew exactly why: because she hadn’t fucked Kenny Omega.

“Whose idea was it for her to be on commentary, anyway?” she asked.

“Tony’s, I think,” Adam responded. Callie didn’t say anything in return. At least, not with her words. He noticed. “Look, I know you’ve been feeling overlooked lately, and I know this situation with Alex isn’t helping. But you knew it was gonna happen as soon as Best Friends got the title shot.”

Her brow lowered. “No, actually, I didn’t.”

“We should go,” Kenny abruptly interjected and stood from his seat. Callie cut her eyes at him. She had half a mind to ask if he’d had anything to do with Alex getting so much undue attention lately.    

“Just focus on your Dark match, okay?” Adam suggested, and he leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips. She barely returned it.

“I’m gonna go find Matt and Nick,” she breathed, and she got up and pushed out of the locker room without so much as a backward glance.

* * * * * * * * * *

“There’s something to be said about trust with partners, and there was a long time we weren’t sure about the trust between Hangman and Kenny Omega, but I think that’s all behind them now. And I know, Alex, I know you’re probably not pulling for Adam and Kenny here, but you have to agree that they’ve proven to be one of the strongest tag teams in AEW, if not the strongest, as the champions.”

Alex grinned across the commentary table at Tony Schiavone. They were barely ten minutes into the match, but that was double the amount of time she’d expected to pass before someone pried her on her thoughts on Adam and Kenny. “Well, there’s no probably about it, Tony—I’m not pulling for Adam and Kenny at all. I want Best Friends to win, so jot that down.”

“Noted,” he returned.

“But yeah, of course they’ve proven to be one of the strongest teams in AEW,” she admitted. “They wouldn’t have held the championship for what—it’s been over a hundred fifty days or something, hasn’t it?”

“Almost two hundred, I think,” Excalibur supplied.

“Right, so they wouldn’t have held the titles for almost two hundred days if they weren’t a strong team. But they’re not Best Friends.”

“Pun intended?” Tony remarked—but Alex didn’t get the chance to respond.

“What the hell’s this, then?” JR interjected, and they all looked to their right. Dax Harwood and Cash Wheeler had appeared on stage carrying a cooler between them and folded beach chairs over their shoulders. Alex shifted in her seat.

“Who invited them?” she asked.

“Well, no one,” Excalibur said. “But apparently they’re interested in this match.”

They stopped right beside Alex and started setting up shop. “How you doin’?” JR asked. “Good to see you guys.”

“You want a beer? Something to drink?” Cash asked. He looked at Alex. She ignored him and focused back on the match.

“Well, we’re working right now,” Tony said. Cash held up his hands as if to say okay. But when he sat down, he leaned forward and looked at Alex again.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he said, offering her a bottle. She looked down her nose at it.

“Is that Bud?” she scoffed. “Come back with Yuengling and maybe we’ll talk.”

A corner of Cash’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, and before he sat back, he sent her a wink that made Alex’s cheeks unexpectedly burn.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie had been on the edge of her seat far more than she’d expected to be for this match. She held her breath as Chuck Taylor hit Kenny with a nasty looking spike piledriver and went for the pin—but Adam scrambled back into the ring and broke it up at the last second. She breathed out and rubbed clammy palms on her jeans.

“That was too close,” Nick lowly said. Callie glanced furtively at Matt, but he remained quiet, his attention zeroed-in on the television in front of them.

Meanwhile, JR abruptly pivoted on commentary. “FTR in a big tag team match next week, an eight-man tag, they’ll be teaming with the Young Bucks. I can’t wait to see how that evolves; that’s an interesting neighborhood to live in.”

“Just don’t leave your back exposed, that’s all I have to say,” Alex remarked, presumably to FTR. It made Callie roll her eyes.

“I’m still waiting to have a match with her. She could use a good kick upside the head.”

“Take it up with Kenny,” Nick returned with a laugh.

“She’ll be waiting another year, then,” Matt commented. A smile tugged at the corner of Callie’s lips. Lately, it had seemed like he was the only one on her side.

They fell back into silence as the match went on. The back-and-forth pace continued, with neither team truly gaining the upper hand until Chuck pulled Kenny out of the ring, climbed to the top turnbuckle, and jumped off to help Trent fold up Adam in a Strong Zero. Aubrey started the count.

One.

Two—

Kenny dove through the ropes with a millisecond left to break up the pin. Callie’s heart was in her throat. Thank God they hadn’t lost like that.

“Wow,” Alex breathed on commentary. “That was pure ring awareness on Kenny’s part that saved the match there.”

“Absolutely,” Excalibur enthusiastically agreed. “Hangman didn’t kick out of that; it was only through Kenny’s intervention that the champions retained!”

Callie bristled. She wouldn’t mind kicking Excalibur upside the head, either.

Kenny traded blows with Chuck until he caught him and lifted him onto his shoulders. He was going for the One-Winged Angel; but Chuck managed to reverse it into an Awful Waffle. Luckily, neither he nor Kenny were the legal men. Even so, Chuck clearly sensed a win within Best Friends’ reach—and while Kenny rolled out of the ring, he grabbed Trent and pulled him into a hug.  

“The Best Friends giving the people what they want!” Excalibur exclaimed. But, almost as soon as he did, Adam charged. Chuck pushed his partner out of the way only to be knocked backward through the ropes by a big boot to the face, leaving Adam alone in the ring with Trent. Trent didn’t have the wherewithal to fight back as Adam hit him with rolling elbow strike to the face, and then another—but then he got an unexpected second wind and reversed an attempted powerbomb into a pin. That time, however, Adam did kick out. Callie grinned to herself. That should shut up Excalibur.

Both men got to their feet at the same time; but Adam was just a tad quicker, and he grabbed Trent and hit him with a Deadeye. He hooked his leg.

One.

Two—

Trent kicked out.

“Come on!” Callie proclaimed.

“He’s got it,” Nick assured, and they watched as Adam pushed himself up and stepped out onto the ring apron. He gritted his teeth, and then he slingshot himself over the top rope back into the ring and laid Trent out with a hard Buckshot Lariat.

He dropped down into the cover and hooked both of Trent’s legs. Aubrey counted.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ding, ding, ding! The bell rang, and as Adam’s music started up, Callie let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too nerve-wracking,” she breathed. “And they have to do it again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but Private Party shouldn’t be as hard to put away,” Nick figured. He looked at his brother. “I’m not looking forward to our match.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Matt agreed; but his brow furrowed. “And what the hell are they doing?”

Callie and Nick both looked back at the TV. Cash and Dax had left their seats and stepped into the ring, two beers in each their hands. Cash offered one to Adam. To Callie’s surprise, he took it.

“Do they not know Kenny doesn’t drink?” Nick wondered aloud.

“Even if he did,” Matt returned, but he didn’t finish the thought. Instead, he stood from his seat. “I’m going out there.”

He took off, and Nick and Callie followed, walking fast. They made it out to the ring just in time to see Kenny pour out the beer Dax had given him—and neither Dax nor Cash looked happy.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Matt and Nick jumped in between Kenny and FTR. Meanwhile, Callie looked up at Adam in question.

“What’re you doing?”

But he didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead, he walked over to the guys and started yelling—at Kenny.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t be an asshole about it!”

“I don’t drink!” Kenny returned.

“Oh—you don’t drink,” Adam echoed, fed up, almost mocking him. Callie put a hand on his arm.

“Adam! Seriously?”

“What? Are you really defending him?” he charged with a point at Kenny. Callie bit down on her jaw.

“Well, you have to defend the tag titles again with him tomorrow!”

Adam looked away in agitation and took a swig of beer. Callie looked over at the others. There was a notable divide in the ring: FTR and Adam on one side; Matt, Nick, and Kenny on the other. It made her stomach turn.

“He doesn’t drink,” Matt repeated. “Relax.”

“Are we good?” Nick asked.

“Oh, we’re good,” Dax said, pointing between himself and Cash. “I don’t know about y’all.”

He fixed dark eyes on Kenny. But Kenny was clearly over it all. “You guys figure it out; I’m leaving,” he said, and with that he ducked out of the ring and into the right entrance tunnel. And as she watched him go, Callie couldn’t help but notice Alex get up from the commentary table and disappear down the tunnel after him.

* * * * * * * * * *

Thursday, July 2, 2020 Jacksonville, Florida

“I need a drink,” Chuck announced as he, Alex, Trent, and Orange arrived on the terrace at TIAA Bank Field, just across the way from Daily’s Place. He wasn’t the only one. Taping the second night of Fyter Fest the day after working the first night live had taken its toll—and it didn’t help that Orange had lost in the main event against Chris Jericho. Best Friends had come up oh-for-two, and they could use a round of drinks (or two, or three) on Tony Khan’s dime to make up for it. That alone was their motivation for going to the company Fourth of July party following the taping—free booze.

Well, it was the only motivation for Chuck, Trent, and Orange. Alex had an additional reason; one that only she was privy to.

“Hey, there’s beer pong,” Trent noted with a nod toward where a group of people had gathered around two tables set up with red plastic cups. Nearby, a dry erase board sat on a chair with a list of names written on it. It looked like they were having a tournament.

“Wanna be my partner?” he asked Alex.

“Sure,” she smiled. “Let me just go get a drink.”

He nodded. “Cool. I’ll go enter us,” he said, and he walked off toward the tables. But before Alex could head to the bar, someone called her name.

“Alex!”

She whirled around. Adam beckoned from a few yards away. “Come here!” he called. He was with FTR and Callie. Notably, Kenny and the Young Bucks weren’t anywhere to be seen.

She made her way over to them. Cash and Dax smiled at her. Callie didn’t. “We were just talking about you,” Adam said.

Alex shot him a curious look. “You were?”

“He was just telling us about how you met in college,” Dax explained.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize y’all went that far back. I thought you met in ROH,” Cash added. Out of the corner of her eye, Alex noticed Callie take a drink of her bright pink cocktail in effort to hide a look of annoyance.

“No, we met in college,” she confirmed. “I sat next to him by chance the first day of the one class we had together.”

“And the rest is history,” Adam cut in. “Seriously—she didn’t even watch wrestling before we met, and now she’s here.”

He smiled wide, his face flushed. It was obvious he wasn’t on his first drink. Adam had never been one to turn down a good time, but he’d been drinking a lot more than usual lately, Alex noticed.

“You live in Orlando, right?”

She looked back at Cash. “Oh, yeah. I moved there after graduation in hopes of signing with NXT. That didn’t pan out, obviously… but there’s such a big wrestling community down there that I just stayed.”

Cash nodded. “Yeah, I’m still there, too. Dax moved back to North Carolina, though.”

“I missed home,” Dax said. “And having seasons.”

Adam nudged Callie with his elbow. “See, I’m not the only one.” He looked at Dax and Cash. “She’s been trying to talk me into moving down here.”

“Why?” Dax asked, but Alex tuned out of the conversation as Callie responded. She glanced over her shoulder, looking for Trent; but instead, she found Kenny as he arrived at the party with Matt and Nick. Their eyes met. He smirked. Alex felt suddenly parched.

“Well, I need a drink,” she interjected as soon as there was a break in the conversation.

“Alright,” Adam said.

“Cheers,” Cash added, and Alex sent him a tight smile and took off for the bar, her heart pounding.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie usually loved a party, but she wasn’t having any fun at this one. For one, Adam seemed perfectly content to ignore her in favor of Cash and Dax; and for two, Matt and Nick were pissy because they’d lost the eight-man tag match—and they clearly weren’t happy about Adam’s budding friendship with FTR, either. So, Callie had decided to just avoid all of them. She was sick and tired of constantly having to play mediator between her boyfriend and his teammates—and it had only gotten worse since Adam and Kenny had won the tag titles.

“So have you convinced Adam to move to Orlando yet?” Britt asked. Callie had joined her and Rebel out on the lounge chairs overlooking the field as they waited for the fireworks show to start.

“No,” she regretfully answered. “I swear he’d become a hermit if he could.”

“Wait; I thought you were planning on moving in with him in Virginia?” Rebel asked.

“I am,” Callie returned—maybe a bit too forced. Britt noticed.

“But?” she pressed. Callie sighed.

“But… as much as I love Adam, I really don’t know if I want to trade Southern California for middle-of-nowhere Virginia. That’s why I've been trying to talk him into Orlando. At least moving there wouldn’t be such a culture shock.”

Britt snorted. “Cash lives there. Maybe he can persuade him now that they seem to be best buds.”

Callie glanced over her shoulder to where Adam stood with FTR among a crowd of people watching Anna Jay and John Silver play beer pong against Alex and Trent. She waited, hoping that he’d look over and realize he’d been neglecting her all night. But he didn’t. She sighed and looked back out over the field.

“Well, I’m staying with him until next week’s Dynamite, so I guess I’ll see how I like it there,” she said.

“Hey, everyone!” Tony suddenly called out over the party. “It’s last call, so get your drinks before the fireworks start! Thanks for coming out and happy Fourth!”

A few cheers broke out as people echoed the sentiment. Callie looked down at the drink in her hand. It wasn’t yet empty, but she could use another.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” she said as she stood up.

“Okay, we’ll save your spot,” Rebel returned.

She made her way to the bar, stealing another glance at Adam as she went. That time, their eyes met. But Callie looked away again almost as soon as they did.

She ordered another Cosmopolitan, and as the bartender turned away to make her drink, she felt someone place a hand on the small of her back. She looked up and over her shoulder. Adam.

“Hey. Where you been?”

She scoffed and turned to face forward again. “With Britt and Rebel.” She could have said more, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to fight tonight. They’d been doing that too much lately.

The bartender returned with her drink, and Adam ordered a beer. Callie fidgeted and looked up at him. He nudged his head toward the field as the bartender set the beer in front of him.

“Come on, let’s go get a spot for the fireworks.”

He led her back out onto the terrace, over to a pair of lounge chairs somewhat separated from everyone else. Callie sat down on the edge of the seat, her back stiff.

“Did Cash and Dax not want to watch the fireworks?” she commented. Adam didn’t miss the edge in her tone.

“They’re good guys, Cal. I think you’d like them if you gave them a chance.”

“That’s not,” she cut herself off with a huff. “Never mind.”

“What?” Adam asked. “You’ve been short with me all day.”

“Because I’ve been feeling like I don’t matter!” Callie proclaimed. “Things are obviously still not okay between you and Kenny and the Bucks, but you won’t talk to me about it! Instead, you’re going off and getting drunk with Cash and Dax!”

“Oh okay,” Adam breathed, a wry grin on his lips. He was withdrawing already. But they needed to have this conversation.

“No, listen to me. I want to be here for you, but you won’t let me, Adam.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, but Adam couldn’t meet her gaze. Five seconds of tense silence passed, and then five more. Callie was ready to just give up when he finally said, “I just don’t want to burden you with my bullshit.”

He looked back at her, and she saw that deep loneliness in his eyes again. It seemed to have become a permanent part of him as of late. It broke her heart.

“You wouldn’t be burdening me with it,” she softly returned. “I’m literally asking you to share with me so that you don’t have to carry it yourself. Don’t you get that?”

He turned his gaze downward again. “Yeah,” he said.

But Callie wasn’t sure if he’d only said it to appease her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Watch my drink—I have to go to the bathroom.”

Alex set here beer down next to Trent and took off for the restroom. After two successful rounds of beer pong, Anna Jay and John Silver had knocked them out of the tournament in the semifinal, and Alex had just the right amount of buzz going. The party had turned out to be pretty fun, after all— even if she was a bit distracted.  

And after she finished in the bathroom, she came face-to-face with the reason for her distraction in the hall. Kenny.

He flashed a crooked grin. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Did you follow me?”

“What?” he laughed. “No. Should I have?”

Alex leaned back against the wall, her hands behind her, the surface pleasantly cool against her skin. “No. I figured you’d find me eventually.”

He stepped closer. “Did you?”

She nodded. “Mhm.”

He smiled at her, and Alex felt a rush of heat shoot through her core. She hated what Kenny did to her. But, at the moment, she didn’t care.

“Congrats on retaining the tag titles,” she said. “Again.”

“Thank you,” he returned. And then, “Should we celebrate? Again?”

Alex snorted. “Last night was not a celebration.”

He cocked his head at her. “No? So what was it, then?”

She bit her lip as she looked up at him. There were a lot of adjectives she could use to describe last night. Unexpected. Thrilling. Satisfying. But she didn’t say any of those.

“A lapse in judgment,” she answered. But the coy grin on her lips said otherwise.

“Oh, really?” Kenny returned, clearly onto her bluff. “It didn’t sound like that when you were in my bed.”

“Well… just because it was a lapse in judgment doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.” She smirked up at him from underneath long lashes. The alcohol in her veins was leading her to speak more freely than she would have otherwise. Kenny moved closer.

“Well… maybe you should have another lapse in judgment tonight.”

He bent his head toward her, and she lifted her chin, the scent of his cologne filling her nose—but the distinctive clack-clack-clack of heels on linoleum suddenly put Alex on alert, and it was only growing closer. She gently pushed Kenny back and stepped away from him just as Rebel rounded the corner.

“Oh,” she hesitated when she saw them. “Sorry,” she added, and she continued past them into the bathroom. The interruption sobered Alex. A repeat performance would be a bad idea.

She looked back up at Kenny and offered a demure smile. “I’ll see you later,” she said, and she turned and made her way back to the party, trying to remind herself of the pain Kenny had caused her two months ago, and not the pleasure he’d given her last night.

[fruggo]

the boys x tough f!reader (part 2)

requested by : @dranonymous

i love this idea and i hope you all enjoy part two! :D here’s part 1 with the original request.

warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, dwight is really cute, danny is an asshole, jake is that cute “stoic man who is actually caring and thoughtful” trope because i say so

𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

you are so cool. like ,,,,,so cool

dwight admires you so much. you just got here and yet you are breaking pyramid head’s ankles—dodging his trail of torment left and right, the killer just can’t touch you.

and how did you feel about everything? terrified, honestly, but nobody would ever be able to tell because you didn’t let it get to you. it was like you had already been here before, because the second you learned how to do something, you had it down no problem. fixing generators came naturally, and you could also run the killer for the whole trial if you had to. teammates could easily rely on you to do whatever needed to be done.

that was what made you and dwight such a powerful duo. from the moment you met, you knew you felt comfortable around this guy. he was sweet, maybe a little timid sometimes, but he knew how to step up and be a leader for everyone despite his fears.

you both knew what to do, and you fit together like a glove. your minds worked in very similar ways, which made communicating that much easier and efficient; the second a decision needed to be made, dwight was on top of it, encouraging the teammates and helping them get on their feet. you were already ahead of them, so dwight would just nod to you, knowing you could do your job well.

of course, there were times when dwight’s anxiety got the better of him, and you had to be the one encouraging him.

dwight hated the hag. despised her. he could not stand her jumpscares when a trap was triggered, he would swear he was about to have a heart attack. he couldn’t admit this at first, but you figured it out when feng min was hooked and dwight stuck to the generator, nervously glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. he always went for the saves, so something was obviously wrong.

“dwight? why don’t you go save her?” you asked, eyeing him from your side of the generator.

he didn’t respond, looking over his shoulder again.

you decided to rescue min, but when you got back, you were going to chew dwight out until he gave you a straight answer.

you crawled up to the hook to avoid triggering a trap and gently lowered min to the ground. the two of you inched away carefully until you were far enough away to patch her wound.

“dwight, get off your ass and answer me,” you demanded (affectionately) once you were back at the generator, which was nearly finished. “what’s wrong?”

his eyes conveyed nervousness in every sense of the word; they darted all around, searching for any incoming danger. this was your first time seeing him like this, so you were confused. was he alright?

“it’s just…the hag,” he started, still fiddling with the wires. “her traps, i can’t…”

oh. was he anxious about the traps?

“i just can’t deal with them,” he finally said with difficulty. that was understandable; when they caught you off guard it definitely made you leap out of your skin.

“dwight, listen,” you said. “you’ve dealt with every other killer in this realm, haven’t you? you’ve bested the nurse, the huntress, micky myers, and even the spirit, who’s a bitch. i know hag’s traps are fucking terrifying, but you’re dwight! you are a leader, and you are good at being a leader. you can get out of here, i promise. and besides, with me here, you have nothing to worry about. i’ll kick that witch’s ass, got it?”

your very inspirational speech got him to smile. you were right, anyways—you could definitely kick the hag’s ass. what could go wrong?

nothing, actually. genuinely nothing went wrong. you took chase for the rest of the trial so that dwight didn’t have to worry about a thing, and everybody escaped with no problem. he didn’t understand how you were so good at evading capture—but perhaps you would tell him about your past eventually. you hadn’t yet decided.

back at the campfire, you and dwight comfortably sat side-by-side, patiently waiting until your next trials.

“thanks,” he said.

“for what?”

“for that very motivational speech you gave me,” he laughed.

you wiped imaginary dust off of your shoulder, giving him a confident smile. “i got your back. and man, that hag lady really is a bitch, huh? i can see why you hate her.”

that comment unintentionally caused one of dwight’s long, angry rants about his least favorite killer, and all you could do was watch him and listen with a soft grin on your lips. you’d never seen him angry before—it was adorable. made you wonder if you should just piss him off for fun sometimes.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

this guy has hella respect for you

you’re independent and easy to teach, and that’s everything he could ask for.

now and then, the other survivors basically gave newbies to jake to teach them everything about the realm—they considered him the expert on all things survival. you were one of those newbies he was forced to take care of.

jake normally hated teaching new survivors more than anything, because it was never his choice and they were all so difficult. but you were different. you were responsible, reliable, and smart, and it made his job so much easier. as time went on, he grew to be quite fond of you.

word eventually got out that the new girl had managed to charm jake out of his “hermit ways,” but he insisted that it was not true (he also disagreed about the “hermit ways” part). it was never spoken of between the two of you, but it definitely floated around in the air waiting to be addressed.

it really couldn’t be ignored any longer. anytime you were seen anywhere within 24 feet of each other, the other survivors would give you looks and wiggle their eyebrows or shoot you a thumbs up—all of which were unwanted. it created a weird tension between you and jake that wasn’t there before, and you really didn’t like it.

you missed when you were first starting out, and jake had just realized how competent you are. those days were fun—he respected you a lot; you could see it in his face when he looked at you. you always knew when he was pleased and when you did stuff right, because he would have the tiniest, most subtle grin on his face, but you could see it, and it made you feel accomplished.

you knew he still respected you, but you had basically jumped the learning curve of the realm and quickly adapted to every killer, every challenge, and every task. how you did it, nobody could ever know. but you were almost sad, because there was kind of no reason for you and jake to spend a lot of time together anymore. if you did, then everybody would freak out for the wrong reasons, and it would ruin your friendship.

so what if you had a few small feelings for him? no one gave a shit—you knew jake probably wouldn’t give a shit. to him, you were just another annoying survivor he was forced to teach. besides, you didn’t have time for that kind of thing.

man, were you wrong, though. he really, really wanted to be around you, but you already knew everything, so he didn’t know what to do to spend time with you. his way of initial bonding was sharing knowledge, but that had already been done, so…what now?

then came the one trial that changed everything.

it was normal at first. the killer, blight, was doing well, so you had to step up your game. one generator was completed and he had 4 hooks on three different people—you were the only one not hooked yet.

he was after you, and you were expertly dodging every rush and swing he threw your way. unfortunately, you accidentally ran to the generator that jake was working on, and things got a little complicated.

when the blight rushed at the wall, then at you, jake ran towards you while you ran towards him—you were both looking over your shoulders—and alas, bonk. you crashed into each other.

oh, no!! how terrible!! looks like jake fell on top of you :/ what an unfortunate situation to be in /s /s /s /s /s

wowwww near proximity ! you’d never been so close before and it was awkward but nice (?)

then you remembered there was a crazy drug addict or whatever over there and he was chasing you, and the moment was ruined. jake quickly rose and pulled you up with him, and you went in opposite directions, both nervous and wide-eyed now.

lol

after that, the trial went quite south. everybody was sacrificed. perhaps the loss could be partly attributed to you and jake avoiding each other like the plague. but who knows, right?

back at the campfire, you began feeling overwhelmed by all the weird stuff happening lately, so you excused yourself to the edge of the woods to have some quiet time to yourself. a few minutes later, jake came to check on you bc he is a fucking gentleman and yes i will die for the “stoic man who is actually caring and thoughtful” trope. fuck you

it’s slightly awkward at first, but then you start talking like normal and things feel a lot better. a little bit of the tension eases away, but not completely. what the fuck do you do with feelings like this?????

you simply composed yourself as best you could. it would have to do.

now that you felt a little more normal (lie), you trekked back to the campfire to wait for your next trials side-by-side. there was no one you felt more comfortable with or more respected by than jake. he appreciated you for your competency, and that was one of the best things you could ask for.

and to your surprise, jake actually took your hand and laced your fingers with his own. and it felt nice. never in your existence would you have thought he would be okay with displaying public affection, but you smiled up at him and gave his hand a light squeeze.

maybe the entity gave him drugs.

or he just liked you that much. either one would make sense.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny hated you. he really did.

you were so unbothered, so calm, so good at knowing what to do. it really pissed him off.

you got so much attention from the other survivors for your skill and that really pissed him off too. it’s not like you cared or wanted it or anything, but how dare they even touch you when you so clearly belonged to danny?

…who knows wtf that even means. so anyways-

when you realized how much time danny spent chasing you in trials when he should have been patrolling generators, you began to get suspicious. especially when he would take you to the hatch and then close it in your face, watching you die to the entity. he obviously had some kind of beef with you.

you were determined to find out what he had against you, so you began to tease him a bit in chases. your favorite and most frequent phrase was something like, "can't catch me? lil baby man? lil baby? lil baby man gonna cry?" you were really testing your luck with that one, and that's why you loved it.

once, you told him his fly was down, and he actually fell for it, making you nearly keel over in laughter. you got moried without even being hooked after that.

despite the horrors that frequented this place, you were never in a crisis about it. you simply learned what had to be done, and then you did it, much to the chagrin of danny. you had skipped the big "useless baby survivor" phase, and that one was his favorite :( he loved trials with new survivors because it was so easy and fun!

but alas, from the beginning, you were always on top of things, always slamming pallets onto his head or saving teammates with a flashlight.

oh, don't even get him started on your flashlight usage. you were the absolute worst to go against--every pallet stun, boom: danny's eyes fucking burned out. every time he picks up a survivor, boom: danny's eyes fucking burned out. you were a bitch with that item.

he finally began to get so fed up with your behavior that he decided you must be taught a lesson. somehow, countless mori and tunneling and camping incidents had not even managed to bother you. you literally did not care. but he had something different in mind this time.

the realm was haddonfield, of course. all of the killers despised this map, and for good reason--you ran danny around the entire neighborhood for three generators. did he have to chase you? no. but he needed to for himself.

he finally caught you in a dead zone, rejoicing to himself as you fell to the ground in defeat. "wow, that was a good chase," you mumbled under your breath, feeling accomplished. one of your best against danny, probably.

you were expecting him to pick you up, but instead he snatched the flashlight from your grasp and chucked it as far away as he could. and before you could protest, he pulled you up to stand again and yanked you towards himself, gripping your wrists so tightly you swore it left bruises.

"what's wrong...lil baby man?" you said with a pout, trying not to laugh. "is baby man angry?"

you were slightly scared if you were being honest, but you couldn't let him know that.

danny sighed. you really didn't know when to stop, did you?

"bitch," he spat, voice dangerously quiet. "cut that shit out."

"what shit?"

he squeezed your arms tighter, provoking an "okay, okay, i get it!" from you.

"do you?"

"sure. what's the worst you could possibly do to me anyways?" after those words left your mouth, you got a weird feeling that the killer was smiling behind his mask.

"listen, uhh, danny, is it?" you said, putting as much nonchalance into your voice as you could. "i just wanna know why you hate me so much. remember that time you closed the hatch in my face? the fuck was that for?"

he frowned at the use of his name but responded regardless, "you're a little bitch, and you deserved that."

you gasped dramatically, feigning offense. "ouch. that one hurt."

"i can make you hurt a lot more," he said darkly. you probably should have been scared, but you just really couldn't take him seriously.

so you laughed. it shouldn't have been funny, but it just was and now you couldn't stop. "you're just--you--i can't--" you wheezed, shaking from the laughter. "i'm sorry, it's really not funny."

danny didn't understand you. anybody else would have been sobbing if he so much as touched them, and here you were acting like it was a joke.

what could he do if you truly were not afraid of him?

perhaps it was time to let it go.

while his guard was down, suddenly you reached above his head and plucked his mask off, revealing his face and continuing your bouts of laughter at his shocked expression.

you threw the mask in the same direction as the flashlight, composing yourself and putting your hands on your hips. "you look pretty nice," you said, nodding.

wow. what the hell was danny supposed to do with you? perhaps the only completely unbothered, completely unserious survivor? he knew you were smart, and you knew what you were doing. he didn't even want to kill you anymore, you were just that fascinating.

that trial ended in you standing at the exit gate, your finger and your thumb in the shape of an L on your forehead. danny couldn’t care less at this point--he was done with your shit. but somehow he still liked you, and this definitely would not be the last time you saw him without his mask.