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danwhobrowses · 1 year

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My Highlights from AEW Revolution 2023

Another PPV has crossed the threshold as AEW Revolution enters the books. I've been adamant in avoiding spoilers for it, which is nervy since I saw it trending on tumblr, but the show had an air about it for sure.

On one hand, many were worried that some results would go to the winner they'd least prefer, and had already braced themselves to criticize it. On the other hand, there was the feeling that this could turn into a warzone, with 4 grudge-level feuds coming to a head.

For now, let's see what I enjoyed out of the show.

Spoilers for the PPV

Zero Hour

Danhausen in the Homer Simpson Moomoo

Mark Briscoe in general really

Mark Sterling announcing Ari and the Varsity Athletes

Clever nearfall to have Jay kick out of the weapons spot

Daddy 'tell me how my nipples feel' Magic, lads, give 2point0 a run at tag titles

Confirmation really on Final Burial, it is a classic buried alive match, minus Paul Bearer in cement of course

Adam Cole's promo was really good too

Main Card

For all the people who say they hate Jericho there's sure a lot who sing his theme song

Starks with the DDP energy ribs tape

'Throw Him Here' sign

Ricky has been selling the ribs really well, even between catches and landing big moves

Rock/Jericho parallels

Andretti flew at Sammy

Well-written finish as well, I do have qualms about Sammy showing up since the JAS was meant to be banned, so that should've been instant DQ, but having Ricky overcome the bat hit, block the Judas Effect and then win is good stuff

Christian Cage kept the fucking turtleneck XD

Immediately brawling, yes, it's a grudge match why would they lock up?

The old security guy happy as larry to let JB walk past him

Ooof the belt whipping, multilayered that given how Cage played the father figure to JB

JB finally hitting the Con-Chair-To, another full circle moment, because the Con-Chair-To to Adam Cole solidified his bond with Christian and led to their run that'd make him a tag champion, now it severs it

This is literally scrappy soap opera wrestling and it is great

Julia has a mask now!

Buddy and Kenny to start!

Malakai and Kenny!

Matt regretting calling out Brody instantly

Brody King doing Brody King things

Buddy's Knee cracking Nick mid-450

Brody's son getting to celebrate with the New Champions

Saraya keeping with the green aesthetic

Hayter always selling a crossbody like she's been wiped out

The match has done really well in blending the overlapping attacks

Hayter winning, granted the match could've finished more impactfully but there was more to tell, the key thing though is that everyone who was worried that Saraya would steal one and were braced to criticize AEW for it were W R O N G

Ruby swerve was good too, I know a lot didn't want it but they set it up, they got the reaction and now they only need 2 more 'outsiders' to get a Women's Blood & Guts; Tay Melo, Serena Deeb, Athena, Mercedes Martinez, there are some options there, pit them against Baker, Hayter, Shida/Riho, Willow and say Emi or Nyla and you've got a fight

Hangman's Entrance, just definitely has the right feel, and the red lighting - unlike a Fiendish guy - matches the feel of Texas Death

Again, Immediate Attack, why fucking wait?

Dude in the crowd who really wanted a selfie and got bonked for it XD

Moxley bringing out the fork, CZW energy

A fucking brick!?

Deadeye on a Barbed Wire Chair

Barbed Wire Back Rake!!!

Curb Stomp on the Brick

The finish was really good; Buckshot then a hangman choke with a chain

I also actually love the uncertain energy of the crowd, because it fits the brutality of the match

A baldfaced lie but at least gotta laugh at the attempt by Schiavone saying 'Revolution has never disappointed, ever', nobody wants to remember the end of the Exploding Barbed Wire Deathmatch (though the match was great)

OC and Danhausen repping the Best Friends gear

Danhausen getting to WRESTLE

But still, the tomfoolery as well

Kurt Angle homage with the straps gesturing then an Angle Slam

Satnam Singh knows his role, I know we don't see him wrestle a lot but he knows what he's doing

The Gunns winning with a Big Rig-variant against Danhausen - the guy who coined 'Ass Boys'

FTR are back, settling any doubts otherwise

MJF getting an orchestral opening, to be honest I was half expecting him to bring them all out then play his music anyway, just for that extra dickhead heel energy

And Max is in SHAPE

Bryan Danielson showing where ZSJ got his whole shtick from

MJF threw water at a kid!

Much like Reigns vs Sami, while I didn't enjoy the pace of it, it's heelery by design from Max to waste time, and he is a poser, he told us all exactly what his reign would be like and how we'd react to it so I can't be mad that this is how it's going

The Powerbomb backbreaker was clean

MJF doing the Shawn Michaels pose after stopping Bryan from skinning the cat

Doing the pinfall rolls like MJF did vs Darby but extra extra

Max using the DQ to get quickfire falls to draw level

Bryan just leans back as MJF tries to slap him XD

MJF with a running tombstone through a table outside the ring

The constant water breaks: it's storytelling, because Bryan never pauses but Max always takes a water break, because it sells how unprepared he was for the Iron Man match

The sound the crowd made by MJF's gushing, we can joke all we like about AEW using blood a lot, but Christian, Mox, Hangman, Dax (accidentally) and Bryan bled on this event and yet we still got a reaction from this blood

The moment 5 minutes remained they cranked to 11

SUPER TOMBSTONE

Schiavone strutting down the ramp with glee knowing that Sudden Death is coming

MJF kicked out of the Buisaku Knee!

Bryan tapping to the LeBell Lock!!!

Overall

Match of the Night: Texas Death Match. A difficult choice, but since the Iron Man took a while to heat up, I went with the Texas Death brutality over it and the Trios match.

Best Performance: MJF. It was a three-way tie between him, Bryan and Hangman right until he kicked out of the Buisaku Knee, but given how the World Champion played the audience multiple times and deserves credit for that.

Best Attire: Brody King, mainly the face paint. Without Jade on the card and me not getting Kenny's reference this wasn't quite a good show for unique attires

Best Spot: Texas Death Finale, I was very close to picking Buddy's Knee Lift but the brutality and perfect finale to the match has to win out.

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whump-princess · 4 years

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Birthday whump✨

In honor of my 20th birthday, I’m sharing with you all some birthday whump! Hear me out, okay? Just think...

🖤The caretaker singing Happy Birthday to the whumpee like a lullaby, cuddling them close, petting their head. Their in captivity but the caretaker hasn't forgotten their birthday.

🖤Or the whumpee hugging themselves, curled up in the corner of their cell, quietly singing a happy birthday song to themselves like it’s a secret, tears breaking apart their voice. It’s that special birthday song that only caretaker used to sing to them.

🖤The whumper helps their captive whumpee celebrate their birthday, bringing them a cake and gifts.

🖤Poison cake that makes them sick? Or hears a creative one, cake with glass as a filling. The whumpee takes a bite and they feel the shards slice up their tongue and pierce their gums they spit it out and it’s a bloody mess. Uh oh! Did they swallow some already?

🖤Do they get to blow out the candles and what do they wish for? Freedom? The sweet release of death? Their caretakers freedom?

🖤What gifts do they get? More torture devices for the whumper to use on them? An extra special b-day beating and lashes? (Getting whipped for each year, how thoughtful!) Maybe their gift is freedom… Hahaha jk!!!

🖤The whumpee breaking down and crying. It’s their birthday, their birthday was always so much fun. Their family/ caretaker/ partner always threw them a party even though they said they never wanted one. They always had a homemade strawberry cake with ice cream. They would always blow out the candles and wish for the same thing; another prosperous, happy year. But that wish didn’t come true this year. They realize how much they took for granted. Now they have nothing.

🖤The whumper thinks their crying over their gifts and cake or they haven’t said “thank you” and praised them yet. They get upset like “look at all I've done for you! This is all for you!! Aren't you happy?! You're so ungrateful! How dare you!!” and proceeds to hurt them, cut them with the cake cutting knife (with the frosting on it and all), smashing the cake or throwing it at them (ya know cuz it’s sticky, and they would haut have to sit there with no way to clean it off. I mean, so much dirt and grime would stick to them lol) throw them back into their cell/cage.

🖤Literally being cut like a piece of cake. Like “your so sweet, just like a piece of cake, I could just cut you up and eat you!” lol or something like that, but let’s not get into cannibalism. Like just a big chunk out the leg like a slice of cake (would also mostly kill them bc they would bleed out, it would not be able to heal right without surgery and medication.) or ya know big slashes from one of those sharp, teethed cake cutting knives.

🖤And imagine this one!! The whumpee is kept in a dark room, like a basement, perhaps in a cage or cell, tied up/ chained up, whatever. They don't know what day it is, but the whumper does. They hear heavy footsteps across the ceiling above them, drawing near outside the door, whistling to the tune of ‘happy birthday.” The whumpee’s heart starts to pound. This happened every time when they knew the whumper was coming, it was never a pleasant visit. It feels like the captors hands are already around their throat, their lungs can’t get enough air. The door swings open and light spills in down the old wooden stairs. They watch the whumper appear as they slowly make their way down the stairs, twirling a knife, dragging a bat behind them, letting it hit each step with a loud “thump” on the way down. The whumper begins to sing “Happy Birthday” and it’s just the most horrible, spine chilling sound for the whumpee (even better if the whumper has a really smooth, calm voice) The whumper doesn’t really wish them happy birthday. They hope they have a horrendously painful birthday and they plan to make it so. The Whumpee’s birthday will never be the same.

🖤Pet whumpees getting a big, extravagant party where all the whumpees friends gives them gifts of fancy collars, leashes, outfits, whips and other punishment devices. They get a full meal and even cake. All the other fancy rich whumpers feeding them cookies and cakes and treats like their dog. At first pet is excited that they get to celebrate their birthday… but to be honest, it’s more about their master showing off their pets than it is about them. They get to stand around be fawned over, played with and touched, they still have to obey and be a good little birthday boy/girl. They’re just being displayed and paraded around, and they realize this. None of those gifts were anything they would directly use or there for really enjoy. It was things to cause them pain, to humiliate them, but it didn’t matter if they enjoyed them or not; their purpose is to make their masters happy and serve them. They're still just a toy.

🖤The whumper telling the whumpee it’s their birthday and they realize they have been in captivity for much longer than they thought.

🖤And my favorite!! Whumper brings whumpee a very special birthday surprise; Caretaker. It could go like this: “I’ve brought you a very special surprise for my birthday boy/ girl!” The whumper chimes. The whumpee is just like “oh, great. A new knife? A cattle prod?” The whumper leaves and comes back dragging someone by the chains connecting their wrists across the floor like a sack of flour. The whumper tossed them down in front of the cell, and they just lay there without any kind of fight. Whumpee almost thought the person was dead if they didn’t see the shallow rise and fall of their chest. Peeking out from under the dirty oversized tee shirt, they could tell their emaciated body was littered with bruises and caked with grime, they looked even worse off than them. This was their gift? Who was this poor person? “Surprise! Aren’t you happy?” The whumper questions, pushing locks of matted hair out from the frail little person's face, revealing their identity to the whumpee. The prisoner gasps moving up to press themselves against the bars. It’s caretaker. Their beloved caretaker is right in front of them and at first they didn’t even realize. They don’t look the same as they remember. They look cold and broken. “I’ve been preparing this gift for quite awhile now!”

🖤The whumpee had a bad experience with their birthday long ago (like they got whumped real good for their birthday). They don't celebrate it and explain this to their friends and their partner/ caretaker time and time again but their partner insists they have a party. They come home after having to hear “happy birthday” all day, forcing themselves to smile instead of cry, having to accept everyone's gifts and treats instead of running away. Of course they were thankful but it reminded them of that day… “Happy birthday,” huh? They would never have one of those again. Thinking they made it through the day, it's finally over, they can come home to their cozy little house and cuddle up to their partner and hope they don’t say anything about their birthday. Just a quiet night, just the two of them. Upon unlocking and opening the door they are bombarded with confetti and balloons. “Surprise!!” Their family and friends gather all around them and once again they have to force themselves to smile. All night they’re fighting tears, having flashbacks that drag them away from all their friends and family around them. They tried to repress all those memories, the ones that make them feel claustrophobic, but they’re having a hard time ignoring them. They can’t escape them now. They’re spiraling deeper and deeper into their own little world they created, filled with darkness where no one can see them, where they are safe. They sit on the couch with a drink in their hand. Spacing out, left behind, they’re almost invisible. Even in this dark little world of theirs, they hear someone calling their name. They don’t answer, they can’t. They’ve barely drunken anything but they’re shaking, they’re pale, beads of sweat clinging onto their skin. Someone’s calling their name. The music is loud, too loud, too many people, all having fun, laughing, dancing, drinking. The bright lights. It’s all too much. Someone places a hand on their shoulder, calling their name once again. Whumpee lashes out shoving the person with the strength of all their cooped up hurt and anger and fear. They snap. Their partner stumbles back into the crowd. They can’t breath as if their being choked. “Shut up! Stop! Everyone just shut up!” Their holding their head like it’s going to explode pulling on their hair. The music quiets, everyone stops dancing and laughing, the room freezes. Everyone watches in horror and confusion as the whumpee mumbles nonsense under their breath. Their tries to approach them again and the whumpee backs away. “I told you I didn’t want this, any of this!” They yell, tears streaming down over the apples of their cheeks. “I told you and you didn’t listen! You did this for you, not for me! You just don’t understand!” They run off to their room or whatever. (Angst to the max.) Their partner is left to clean up the mess and send everyone home, feeling awful for putting whumpee through so much. They knew something horrible happened on whumpees birthday many years ago, that they had some unresolved trauma, but they never imagined it was that bad. They never really knew what happened to whumpee that day.

🖤What about the whumpers bday? Maybe they make the whumpee sing them “happy birthday.” Or they have to sing it while being tortured and get hurt more if they mess up or stop singing. (This would be so much fun for the resistant type whumpee!)

🖤The pet whumpee who tries to do something special for their master. Maybe they end up just fucking shit up and gets in trouble.

🖤The new whumper who is given a pet for their bday. (In a pretty box and everything.)

Sorry for the long post! Happy bday to me tho and to all your whumpees 💕🎁🎉💖🎂🧁

#whumpe tropes #whump prompts #whump trope #whump blog #whumplr #whump community #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump #whump scenario #whump story #writing #writing prompt #birthday Whump

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rueitae · 5 years

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Hi, I'm the same person who asked about angst. XD I guess the kind of fics I enjoy the most are ones that have "kidnapping/rescue" angst. There are already hundreds of these with Lance, but I'm looking for more of these kinds of fics that feature Pidge as the one in distress. Maybe I've already read all of them, I dunno, but I was hoping maybe you could give me something new to be invested in. Thank you for responding and helping me out.

Sorry for the late response. Your question inspired me to dig deep into Ao3 to see if I could find even more of these than what I’d already bookmarked. I’m still only halfway through the Pidge tag (excluding as many irrelevant ships as I could) so this is by no means complete, but I hope you’ll find something you might not have read yet!

This is a list of fics in which Pidge is in peril. I’ve sorted them by romantic and platonic as well as a few that you’ll have to be mindful of the tags for at the very end. To narrow the focus a bit, I tried to make sure Pidge was the main or one of the main POV. This isn’t an all encompassing list. I’m sure there are some I’m missing. (If i’m missing one of your favs please tell me because I want to read it, I also just might have had a brain fart about it because I’ve been staring at the computer screen for too long)

With any rec list, I encourage you to leave a thoughtful comment for the writers if you enjoyed it! I know from experience they would be over the moon about it, and it encourages the creative process for all of us. If I know their tumblr, I’ve provided that as well! (i’m so sorry if I missed someone)

Full list under the cut.

Gen Fic (no romantic ships)

The Times They Remembered Pidge Was A Girl: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10876368

Most of the chapters are separate stories, but one of the first ones includes some captured Pidge.

Each a Perfect Porcelain Doll: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12114117

The entire premise is Pidge needing to pretend to be Allura for a night. Needless to say, the kidnappers get the wrong person.

The Smallest of These: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11476389/chapters/25734882

Pidge is the target of a number of assassinations and kidnappings, of which her Paladin family takes the hit for her. It culminates in BAMF Pidge doing the saving in return. Really cool storytelling stuff with the POV.

Triumph or Death: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12123813

A Haxus survives the fall fic, and the repercussions.

Loss of Green: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14162199/chapters/32643132

A what if Lance didn’t wake from the coma to shoot Sendak.

The Cost of Winning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13975314

Pidge and Lance must protect each other in the Galra arena. This and the next three (and another towards the end) are courtesy of @icypantherwrites

Inches from Death: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16789768

Both are captured, Lance is dying.

Once More Time, With Feeling: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15625668/chapters/37457147

Alone, captured, shock collar.

Rubbed Raw: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15625668/chapters/38547500

Pidge reflects on her capture and rescue. Muzzle

Strength of the Small: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9102247

They all get captured but its Pidge centric and she has to earn their freedom.

Take Me Away: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14018982/chapters/32285463

Pidge bonds with Green while in captivity.

Deep Dark Sea: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17780633

Pidge torture plus rescue. Waterboarding, canon verse. This and the next are thanks to @bearly-writing

Reach for the Sky: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18760165

Standing cuffs, canon verse.

Hold a Grudge: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19788481

Pidge faces the bounty hunter after her brother with the other watching helplessly.

Caged: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18866572

Trapped in a room, psychological

Waiting: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18499240

Feet smashed

Leave them all alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16972431

Sendak revenge, team watches. Begging, amputation

Kidnapped: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17072084

Tied to a chair

You belong to me now: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17083700

Haggar tortures Pidge

Shopping for Disaster: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13164879

Pidge and Allura teamup! A shopping trip turns into a mission fic. First of many from @sp4c3-0ddity (including the first several in the plance section)

Loose Thread: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18923749

Can only move eyes, fantasy AU

Romantic Plance

Say the word, i’m yours: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18910828

Fantasy au, Pidge and Lance are on opposite sides of a conflict. Childhood friends trope too.

Another vampire romance: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18324023

Pidge is surrounded by vampires. One of them is Lance

The mercenary and the witch: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18263786

Fantasy au, Lance is undercover with Sendak’s mercenaries when Pidge is captured.

Burial rites: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18080018

Assassin au, Pidge is caught.

Seize your happy ending: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17575022

Reads like a fairy tale. Lance seeks to free Pidge after befriending her as children as he learns about her situation.

Dueling Hearts: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16760344

Canon verse. Pidge catches the attention of a local ruler in talks to join the Coalition.

Tidal Lockdown: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14801036

Canon verse mission fic gone wrong.

Fakeout: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13558341

Canon verse. A diplomacy mission goes south quick when Lance and Pidge overhear something they shouldn’t. (and its a good thing they do)

Connections: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15686142

An Altean Pidge AU! Begins with her being captured and eventual meet up with the team. By @canadiantardis

The Fall: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16114103

A star wars AU! Jedi Knights Pidge and Lance are expected when they infiltrate Lotor’s ship…

All i love so dearly: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15715107

Pidge turns up suddenly after being missing for two weeks and she has no memory of what happened to her. She finds out she’s pregnant. First fic of the series is putting together the pieces of what happened and the second is some additional emotional healing. By @deadlydeviant

Defenders of Aurita: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15169268

Monsters and Mana. Dragons. Lots of whump. Plenty of scenes of duress. by @anchoredtetherart

The Cat and His Rat: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19871425

Monsters and Mana verse! Meklavar finds herself in a very bad spot right off the bat. By @starsonthursday

Where Sapphire Roses Grow: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19701508

You’ll want to keep an eye on this one since it’s a Beauty and the Beast AU.

The Boy Who waited: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19948924

A Doctor Who AU in which Pidge and Lance have Amy and Rory’s roles. By @cgf-kat

Harvest in Fire: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17806424

Whipping, s7 ish.

Worth It: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15808878

An extension of the ‘Don’t you touch her’ scene.

Colors: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17966018

Everyone is in trouble, Pidge centric. Everyone has different powers/abilities that the government is trying to keep in check. The group is on the run to stay free. By @mistyhollowpro

Stronger with you: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17588981

mafia/assassin au. Directly after Lance saves Pidge, deals with tending her wounds and also trying to mend their emotional bond after being apart for a while. By @alwaysinsonder

Other Ships

The Boxer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12309138

Lance only makes a cameo appearance (Hunk gets to be the main Paladin support friend) and the pairing itself is different shades of Lotor/Pidge. Starts with Pidge’s capture and there’s some great mind games going on. Enemies to reluctant partners to maybe friends to something that they don’t really define. Some great BAMF Pidge action and excellent story. Kind of related is their Space Mall shenanigans story:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12308814

feels like one of those classic cartoon chases and is also an excellent read, as are the other two one shots.

Mind the Tags

Kairos: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17914550/chapters/42296588

Pidge has been missing for six years when the Paladins find her again… with a kid. Mind the tags for the implications.

Trapped: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20219836

Momentarily caught during a mission, healing after. Mind tags.

Remorse is a Dish Best Served Never: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14484018

The most recent one I’ve read! Mind the tags for this one and read the chapter one summary for additional information. Warnings are always given at the start of each chapter. Haxus and Sendak are successful and take Pidge, Lance, and Shiro to central command… where they spend the next three or so years. Every time you think its getting better for Pidge it gets ten times worse for her.

Finding the Light: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1417435

Mind the tags. Post sexual assault recovery

#fic recs #asks

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 5 years

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Go Mets!

A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @mf-despair-queen‘s 2019 Dylan O’Brien Baseball Week. This is my first ever Dylan fic, as well as my first ever reader insert (ish) fic, so keep that in mind hahahaha I hope you enjoy it!

Also! DISCLAIMER: I write this purely for fun, I don’t get paid or anything like that, I’m just borrowing our favorite Mets fan for a bit of good natured fun...

Warnings: light swearing, because it wouldnt be a riseandshinelittleblossom fic without it. :D

Shout out to my wonderful friend @ao719 for indulging me and pre-reading this for me..girl your rock!

Tags: @leelee10898 @fullbeaumonty @kennaxval @superapplepie @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @stiles-o-dylan24 @ownworldresident @mrscutiefandobhaz

Dylan held out his arm, staggering backwards a bit as he caught the baseball in his well-worn mitt.

“Hey, nice one Maggie!” He chuckled.

The six year old across the yard beamed at him and he couldn't help but feel his heart melt seeing her snaggletooth grin.

He was so proud of how much she had progressed since he first started bringing her out back to play catch two years ago.

His friends had all warned him to steer clear of getting into a relationship with you because dating a single mother also meant “you have to play Dad,” but that had never worried him in the least. Maggie was a good kid, really smart, and she shared Dylan's passion for baseball and the Mets. These days he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his time off between filming than to be in the backyard helping her practice for her little league games.

She flipped her long, chocolate- colored plait over her shoulder and resumed her batting stance.

“Okay, Dyl. Let's have another one. And don't go easy on me this time.” She sassed.

“Go easy on you? I would never..” he feigned innocence, grasping the ball firmly and grinding into the mitt a few times.

Maggie rolled her eyes, the bat falling to her side.

“I'm serious, O'Brien. You think the girls on the Grizzlies are gonna go easy on me this weekend? Not a chance! They're out for blood after we wiped the floor with them last season.”

“Out for blood, huh? Okay, well pick up the bat and I promise I won't hold back then, Princess.”

She resumed her stance and Dylan shook his head.

“Here,” he began crossing the yard in a few strides to stand behind her. He widened her grip on the bat and helped her crouch a bit lower. “Gotta widen that stance, baby girl. Otherwise the first speed ball's gonna knock you right off of home plate.”

He returned to the makeshift pitcher's mound that he and Maggie had made with a pile of her kinetic sand. It was a project that you had been none too happy about.

He stomped his feet a few times before releasing a steady pitch.

With a loud crack, the young girl sent the ball sailing away from her. Dylan hit a backwards run in an attempt to catch it, but it soared over the fence anyway.

You watched from the open kitchen window as your boyfriend raced across the yard and hefted the small girl onto his shoulder.

“And the Mag-ster rounds first! She's off to second! Oh my God, she's flying past third! Aaaand she makes it all the way home!” He shouted as he ran a circle in the yard and Maggie cheered, her small fists pumping into the air as Dylan mimicked the sound of a crowd roaring. He placed the child on the ground and you couldn't help but chuckle.

You and Dylan had been going steady for two years now, but it always made you smile to watch him with Maggie. He was the best daddy to her that he never had to be and it made you love him even more.

You thought back to the day that he first entered you and Maggie's lives as you finished washing up the mountain of dishes in the sink.

***********”**

You adjusted the settings outside of the batting booth before crouching in front of your preschooler.

“You sure you want to do the batting cages? We could go for another round of skee ball instead.” You suggested as the little girl before you adjusted her baseball helmet and shook her head. The child-sized aluminum bat in her hand still looked humongous and you bit your lip, wondering why you'd agreed to let her go in there and let a machine lob baseballs at her.

“I wanna baseball! I'm tired of just tee ball! It's time to break into the big girl game, because one day I'm gonna play for the New York Mets.” She told you matter-of-factly as she stepped into the cage.

You blamed the babysitter. She was a sweet woman that kept Maggie for next to nothing and she had two boys of her own that were only a little older for your daughter to play with.

The sitter's oldest son, Jacob, was nine and he played little league, which meant he and his brother often tried to get Maggie to play catch with them outside. Jacob was Maggie's hero and a die-hard New York Mets fan. All the time she spent with Jacob had ignited a fire within your near five year old. It had started with endless tee ball games in the local junior league and now...batting cages at the family fun arena.

You wrung your hands nervously as the first pitch shot out. You'd set the machine on the lowest setting but it still felt like the ball was the Roadrunner, jetting away from Wile E. Coyote as it hurdled towards your small child. Certainly anyone watching must have thought you were insane to let her in there.

Maggie held her own, swinging confidently even though the ball barely glanced the end of her bat. The metallic ting caused her to giggle wildly.

“I hit it!” She shouted.

“Hey, good job!” a male voice came from behind.

You whipped your head to see a tall slender man wearing khaki pants and, coincidentally, a Mets jersey. Your eyes scanned over him, your bottom lip tucking itself involuntarily between your teeth.

He twisted his baseball cap, leaving the bill sticking out behind him and tucked his folded sunglasses into his shirt. He gave you a polite smile and nod, the fluorescent lights overhead catching his honey colored eyes just enough to make them sparkle.

Your heart all but stopped as you smiled back and quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed that he'd no doubt noticed you checking him out.

“Thank you. She lives for this stuff.” You said shyly.

TING

“I hit it again!” Maggie squealed in delight, turning to face you. “Who's he?”

She scrunched her face up as she stepped out of the cage.

“Oh I was just waiting my turn is all. I'm going to use the cage when you're finished. Nice form in there,though. If you'd like, maybe I could give you some pointers.” The man said.

“You would?!” She squawked.

You were taken aback by the way he peered directly into Maggie's eyes when he talked to her. Not many people were so attentive when they spoke, especially to children. It made your knees feel weak as he trained his eyes on you in the same fashion.

“I'm Dylan.” He offered, extending a hand.

************

Your attention was pulled back to the present as you heard Maggie's sassy, near whiny voice through the window.

“I am NOT a baby anymore, Dylan. I'm getting bigger everyday, you know.” She scoffed.

He nodded. “Unfortunately.”

You stepped onto your tiptoes to get a better view of the two loves of your life, straining to hear their conversation. They were seated on the patio now, Dylan helping Maggie oil her own glove as well as his own.

“Mommy says that if I want to keep playing I have to take good care of my equipment. She said only responsible players get into the big leagues, so I have been trying to oil my mitt like you showed me, but sometimes it's hard.” The girl huffed as her mentor lifted his large hands-the ones that plagued your every day dream- and placed them over hers, patiently guiding her movements.

“You want to make sure you get into every groove, Princess. Every crevice. See? You've got it. I'm so glad to hear you've been listening to Mom while I've out of town, though.”

You let out a sigh, a warm feeling spreading from your chest throughout your body, a small chuckle escaping you. How did you ever get lucky enough to find him?

“Dylan, can I ask you a question?” Maggie piped up.

“Anything, squirt. What's on your mind?”

“Why were you and Mommy yelling at each other last night?”

Dylan's eyes went wide as he turned his gaze to his own mitt.

“Wha..wuddaya mean? We weren't-”

“Come on, O'Brien. I'm not deaf. You were saying, ‘Oh, Y/N,’ and Mommy kept screaming 'Dylan, oh my God’. Were you guys fighting?”

You tried to stifle a laugh, your hand flying over you lips as you remembered the absolutely mind blowing events from the night before. The ones your daughter had apparently overheard. You could barely see your boyfriend's cheeks turning bright red right about now and you would have paid good damned money to get a view of that up close.

“Uh, no. We weren't...we weren't fighting, Princess.” Dylan tried to be vague and he cleared his throat. You knew he was silently hoping that his answer had been enough to end the conversation, but you also knew Maggie better than that.

“Oh. Well then what were you doing?”

Dylan turned to wipe off his hands, holding the towel out for Maggie to do the same.

“We were...we were talking in our sleep.”

“I heard banging, Dyl.”

The dark haired man gulped audibly, one hand rubbing over the days old stubble of his chin.

“Uh...that? Oh we were… okay listen. You know I love your Mommy, right Princess?”

Maggie nodded, “Yep! And she loves you.”

“That's right. So we love each other. Sometimes, uh...when a boy loves a girl...ya know...they...dance...together?”

You cackled softly listening to Dylan not even buying his own bullshit.

“Oh. But I can dance without banging, see?”

Maggie hopped from her seat and swept into a graceful ballerina twirl, her hands above her head.

“Well that's because you're a beautiful baseball-playing ballerina, and as such you're very graceful. Mommy and I...well, we're sort of clumsy.”

The child laughed. “So you mean you guys fall down a lot?”

“Exactly.”

“So that's why you were yelling right? You just kept knocking each other down?” the six year old cocked a skeptical eyebrow and Dylan nodded.

“You're gonna have to do better than that, Dyllie. I'm not buying it.”

Your boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay how's this? We were dancing together because we love each other and we're clumsy so we kept falling down, but then he had...um bruises..?” He stopped short, clearly at a loss.

“The truth, please. I was born at night but not last night, ya know?” Maggie sassed with an eye roll.

“Okay the truth is... The truth is that I love your Mom and she loves me and sometimes when you love someone so much you just...you want to show them. There are things that you will learn about when you're older that help grown ups show each other how much they love their boyfriend or their girlfriend. And so..that's what we were doing. But those things are for grown ups only. I mean...grown ups that love each other and want to get married someday...not just any old boyfriend and girlfriend…”

Your heart stopped at the thought. You and Dylan had been together for a long time, but somehow you'd never talked about marriage before.

Maggie stared at him, one eyebrow cocked, her face scrunched in thought.

“Do you..? You understand anything I just said?” He asked nervously.

“Uuuuhhhh…..go Mets?” Maggie replied still obviously confused.

Dylan laughed loudly as he ruffled her hair. “That's my girl!”

“I don't even wanna know anymore,” she shook her head. “As long as you promise you and Mommy aren't breaking up.”

Dylan wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her into a tight hug.

“No way, Princess. You two aren't going to get rid of me that easily.”

“Hey, Mommy!” Maggie beamed as you appeared in the sliding glass doorway.

“Hey, kiddo. Why don't you take your gear upstairs for me? Dylan and I need to talk.”

She complied with your request, gathering her belongings and tossing them into her athletic bag before hefting it inside.

You grinned widely at Dylan as your daughter disappeared up the stairs. He exhaled audibly, silently mouthing “thank you,” as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

He ambled across the patio, wrapping his long arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

“I know you were listening, you evil woman. Way to leave me hanging.” Dylan muttered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. His whiskey eyes were locked on yours, making your knees suddenly feel weak.

“I dunno, you seemed to be handling things pretty well on your own.” You smugly replied.

“Yeah? You think so? I'd love to show you a few other things I can handle pretty well.” he pressed his lips to yours and you giggled into the caress.

“You mean like...Go Mets?”

He scoffed, giving you his near award-winning, lopsided smile.

“You're damn right, go Mets.”

#dylan o'brien #dylan obrien fan fic #dylan obrien one shot #go mets #dylan baseball week #baseball week 2019 #yeet

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'Ken? What are you doing here that late?'

'Emma, could I speak to you for a minute?'

Worry and apprehension on Emma's face, she nodded and brought me on her bed.

'Tell me Ken, I'm listening'

With a reassuring smile she encouraged me to speak but at that moment I didn't know where to start.

'I can't give you what you want. I wasn't sure at first but now I know, I don't feel the same way as you do. You and I, us, we weren't meant to be. I honestly thought that it was before but now I know. My heart belongs to someone else. I'm so sorry because I gave you hope for nothing at the end but-'

'Who...? Who do you love Ken?'

Her voice cracking while tears were forming in her eyes, I couldn't bear the sight. Hurting Emma was the last thing I wanted.

'I don't think-'

'Please tell me Ken. I need to know who stole your heart first?'

'... Vee'

Only sighting she wiped the tears away while keeping her gaze low.

'I knew it... I just knew it. It was too good to be true'

'What d'you mean?'

As I was approaching my hand to hers Emma slapped my hand harshly and stood up.

'Don't touch me Draken. You lost this privilege'

'Emma...'

'Emma what?? Were you aware of your feelings when we got together?? Did you know you wanted her instead of me? Maybe you were secretly picturing her when you were kissing me?'

'No I didn't! Because I realised my feelings today! That's why I'm here, because I don't want to hold you back forever while my soul is destined to somebody else! That's all!!'

Now sobbing louder than before Emma turned her back to me. Her figure shaking at each sob leaving her body made my heart sting.

'I've been loving you since kids, Draken. I've always loved you. From the very first time we've met my heart beat for you and only you. I've never thought you would return my feelings but during these past few months I was finally hoping. You were so nice and warm to my presence. I could see the adoration in your eyes each time Vee was brought on the table and I hoped you were talking about me with the same strength and passion. When we kissed for the first time, my body was ready to explode and I was seeing the bright future I wished to have with you. And now you're telling me that we won't have that...? Never...?'

Standing up and walking to her I brought her into my arms. Emma nuzzled her face in my chest and I knew that my hoodie would be drenched. But I didn't care.

'Emma, I love you. Sincerely, I do love you. Hey look at me'

Caging her face between my hands forcing her to look at me, I wiped the tears away with my thumbs.

'I just don't love you the same way as you do'

'And you love her like I do with you'

I was hurt to see her like this.

'Yes, yes I do.'

'Will you be happy with her? Are you sure she will bring you everything you need...?'

'I'm 200% sure of it'

'That's too much!'

Both chuckling at her comment while she sniffled loudly, she looked at me deeply.

'Can you... can you hug me one last time, please?'

'Of course, come here'

The embrace felt like farewells somehow and by the way Emma was holding me, she felt it too.

'Please don't get out of my life Ken, I need you and will always do'

Pressing her closer I kissed the top of her head, stroking her back.

'I never thought of leaving, you're stuck with me'

'Okay... thank you. I'm better now. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. So just, go back to her alright? She must be waiting for you'

'You're the best Emma, I love you!'

After our discussion I briefly explained to Mikey everything and himself looked relieved.

Biding the Sano family goodnight I got on my motorbike and drove away.

I didn't call you yet because I wanted to surprise you. I knew you were waiting for me so you were still awake. That way we could also, maybe, finish what we've started before.

Stopping at a random traffic lights I heard motorbike engine behind me. I didn't give much thought about it at first because owning a motorbike was pretty common in Tokyo, especially around Shibuya.

'And what do we have here...? The infamous Ken Ryuguji! Hey Hanma, that's him right?'

Raising an eyebrow under my helmet visor I scoffed at the view.

Shuji Hanma and four other men, all with bats on their motorbikes.

'Yo Ken-chin, what would you say if I broke your leg hm?'

Tightening my grip on the motorcycle handlebars, I cursed.

'What d'you want Hanma? I'm busy'

'Shouldn't we take somewhere more private? Let's park'

I knew he wouldn't let go before obtaining what he wanted, so I decided to follow him and the others.

Spatting some blood I was on my knees, clutching my stomach.

The bastard reopened the wound.

'Oi why are you so slow tonight? Is it because I saw your pretty bestfriend earlier? Jealous much?'

His chuckle disgusted me.

'Shut the-'

But as I was standing up one of his friends hit me in the face, probably breaking my nose.

Blood pouring profusely from it I could feel consciousness slipping through my fingers. Blow after blow my body fell limply on the ground.

Sorry Vee, seems like I won't get to see you tonight.

-Draken

OKAY TELL ME ABOUT YOUR IDEA CONCERING MIKEY'S THOUGH? BC IM AFRAID I DONT HAVE TOO MUCH IN MIND RN

OH MY GOD— MAN I THOUGHT WE WERE GONNA BE HAPPY!!!!

I sigh reading the digital clock on my bedside table. It’s been hours since he left, and Ken still hasn’t shown any signs of life. Ugly feelings stir in my gut no matter how much I try to push them away.

What if… he didn’t mean it?

What if what he felt for me was just lust? That as soon as he saw Emma, all that love came flooding back into him?

Grabbing my phone, I click his contact name and put the receiver to my ear. I couldn’t survive on what ifs. They’d drown me. I had to know the truth of the matter, accept whatever the outcome of the situation was. It rings once, twice and a third time before it reaches voicemail. I frown. Ken’s phone was always on him, always charged.

I try and call again, same thing.

I don’t know how to feel, or what to think. I’m ready to go storm the brothel myself and demand answers, when my phone suddenly rings. I answer it without looking, already thinking it’s Ken.

Ken Ryūguji where are you?

Vee, a voice comes through the speaker, much lighter than Ken’s and sounding very, very panicked.

Mikey, is Ken still with you? I’ve been trying to call him and he hasn’t been answering his phone.

Vee, we’re at the hospital. Ken’s been attacked.

The phone slips out of my fingers, falling to the ground as my stomach sinks.

#🗝; citizen #🗝; draken #🗝; chronicles of vee: vol. 2 #concerning mikey #don’t worry baby!#just know there won’t be anymore fighting between them ^.^#we been through too much these last couple days #my sad baby needs no more stress… for now #DAMMIT HANMA GO TO HELL #I WAS JUST ABOUT TO WIN AND HERE U GO #RUINING SHIT

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