#sorry anon if your intent here wasn't an answer filled w a lot of complaining

[liesoverthec]

So you don't think it's a big deal that eddie's basically not getting any screentime this season? Do you think he'll get more in the last 2 episodes?

Okay I’m finally able to post this! I’m going to start this by saying I love Eddie with all my heart, and if you go through the tags on my blog it’ll act as an alibi for that.

That said - I’m going to put the rest of this under a cut bc it’s gonna be a fair bit of me bitching about things and not everyone wants to see that on their dash. Also I have a lot to say so it’s sort of long. 😂 (which also means it’s v disjointed, my AP English teachers would be so disappointed)

I’m gonna be honest with you anon, it’s partially that I don’t think it’s a big deal, but also partially bc I just don’t care anymore.

I mean, 1. I’m just going to say that for s4, Eddie is sitting at ~33 minutes right now. And just looking at the LS screen time data and doing some addition of my own, all I’m going to say is that Eddie is treated much better than he could be. It’s absolutely not fair to compare the two shows, but I will say that looking at the other data really puts into perspective for me at least, how much more uneven OG has the potential to be. So that makes me have a harder time stressing about Eddie.

That out of the way - basically like I said in my post, Eddie Diaz is a fictional character, but Ryan Guzman is not. And that translates to - he has a life outside of this show, and the fact that he didn’t just disappear completely for 4 episodes to take paternity leave is already enough for me. In addition, I still haven’t forgotten what he said last summer. And while it’s not my place to decide anything in relation to his actions, I do think that if it in any way affected their decision to give him a back seat this season, then I think that’s fair. As far as I can tell, there were virtually no public consequences for what happened. So if all that happens is they gave him a back seat this season, then I’d say he got off pretty light, and people should be glad he wasn’t straight out fired, cuz then he would have no screen time.

Also, I will admit, sometimes I get a little tired of constantly seeing people whine about how he hasn’t been on that much, simply bc I know that if Hen or Chim was in his place, the amount of people who would actually give a crap would be minuscule. And I adore them and hate seeing them constantly be thrown to the side, so while the Eddie complaints aren’t necessarily about them, I can’t help but think of them whenever I see some bitchy “where’s Eddie?” comment.

And on top of that, literally every single time that Eddie has gotten a good amount of time, at least one person if not more has commented something along the lines of “well half of that time didn’t count bc I didn’t like what Eddie did”. Just bc you don’t like it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t count. So I get fed up with the fact that people seem to be picking and choosing what time actually counts for Eddie, and it makes me not care if he gets more or not, bc people aren’t going to be happy anyways!

HOWEVER! Now that I’ve complained about alllll of that, I really do think he’s going to get significant time in the last three episodes. We know that Carla is back for the last two, and a majority of the time they only tend to bring her back when they’re really focusing on Eddie bc otherwise they just make do with Chris. So while I don’t think he’ll suddenly shoot up to the top, I think we’ll see a nice increase in his time to even everything out. Things are *already* evening out, it’s going to be fine, I wish people would stop freaking out over it.

So overall, my feelings are - I really do love Eddie, and I’d love to see more of him. But the focus this season is Hen and Chim (and don’t come at me about Buck, when you look at everything, this season isn’t about him as much as it is Hen and Chim, if you bitch about this season being about Buck in the comments or the tags I’m gonna respond to you bc I feel v strongly about this), and they’re doing a fantastic job writing for those two, so bc I enjoy all of the show, and not just one character, I find it hard to be upset when we’re getting such good content overall. So to me, it’s veeeeeery telling when people don’t take the good things from an episode but rather complain about the thing that wasn’t even bad, just absent. Like really? That’s your focus? Not the fantastic stuff we did get? Alrighty then.

[the-writing-dump-bin]

Mista request

Tumblr must have glitched and I lost the ask, but I had gotten a request for smutty Mista and F/Reader. So here you go, Anon, I hope you like it ☺

MILD N*S*F*W 18+

Today was like any other day these past couple weeks. Everyone went out on missions while you sat back at the restaurant on your own. "Don't worry, I'll find you a job that would be suited for you." Bruno had told you over and over. But with each passing day, that hope seemed to slip away.

Aimlessly twirling your fork, you looked up to see Mista turn the corner and head to the table. Your eyes met his as you two shared a look of annoyance. It wasn't that you hated each other, it just seemed like the two of you didn't get along that well. "Its just you here?" He said flatly.

"Don't act so disappointed." You answered sarcastically before filling your mouth with food. "Done your mission?"

Taking a seat across from you, Mista sat down; the waiter came by to fill a glass of water for him. "Yeah." He grunted. "The others went home and I was hungry so I came here. Thought I would be alone."

You rolled your eyes. "Again, sorry to disappoint."

"Why are you here anyways?"

"I've been coming here by myself for the last few days while everyone has gone and done missions. I'm just waiting my turn."

The waiter came by again to take Mista's order then turned to you. "Is there anything else I could bring you?"

"Just the bill is fine, thank you." You smiled.

"Oh, no," the waiter held up a hand. "Its on me again. Enjoy your day." Once the waiter left, you smirked. This was the third time this week the same waiter paid for your meal.

"That's not fair." Mista grumbled. "He's only giving you free food because he obviously has a crush on you." He eyed you while you wiped your mouth free from any mess.

"So, what if he does? You guys get free food here too." Setting the napkin down, you stood up to leave. "Enjoy your meal, Mista. Oh!" Before you could make your way to the exit, Bucciarati came around the corner and nearly bumped into you.

"Ah, Y/N, I finally found you." Bucciarati looked to his left and noticed Mista sitting at their regular table. "And you're here too, Mista. Perfect! I have a mission for you guys."

Mista's face fell to a pout while yours shined bright with a smile. "I'm sorry, Mista, I know you just came back from one." Bucciarati was sympathetic for his friend. He pulled a chair out for himself and you returned to the chair you had and listened for your orders.

"There is a duo that is causing trouble on a couples retreat island not too far from here. Rumor has it that they are trying to kidnap people for ransom. I need you two to go undercover and fix the problem before anyone gets seriously harmed."

"So we have to use ourselves as bait to get closer to them?" You asked.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'undercover'?"

Bucciarati knit his brows together. "I was sure I was pretty obvious about that. Its a couples retreat. I'm sending you and Y/N to pose as a couple to put an end to them."

Mista and you looked at each other with wide eyes. The two of you didn't get along that well in the first place, now you had to act like a couple? Neither of you were thrilled, but a job was a job. "Fine." You huffed. Bucciarati handed you plane tickets for you and Mista, stood up and left.

The tension between you two was thick. No words were spoken for a while, even when the waiter came back with Mista's order. "Oh, you're still here? Could I get you anything? More water? Dessert?"

"Four pieces of cake, thanks." You said without taking your eyes off the man across from you. By the time the waiter came back with your cake, Mista was halfway through his meal. He set the cakes down between the two of you and walked away.

The cakes sat there, untouched. You had no intention on eating them. Mista glared at you with anger as he finished his food. "You did that to annoy me, didn't you?" You didn't have to confirm. Getting up from the chair, you made your way out. "I'll meet you at the airport in an hour." You patted his head, hat becoming crooked. "See you then, hunny."

---

The heat off the runway hit you hard as you and Mista got off the plane. Scanning the area, it looked to be safe for now. "So how do you want to do this?" You asked, grabbing your luggage.

"Well, they're targeting couples, so we would probably have to stand out more to get noticed by them." He hesitated for a moment, but eventually grabbed your hand. His cheeks were flushed with pink, his eyes looking around at anything but you. "Lets get to the resort and figure out our next move."

Why did your heart pick up pace when Mista grabbed your hand? You didn't think his hands to be soft, but they were. He was right, though. Now was the time to act like a couple if you wanted to complete the mission, so you laced your fingers with his and walked to the resort's hotel.

"This... Is not what I expected."

The room was definitely made for couples, the way it was decorated. The walls were painted a dusty pink with romantic paintings hanging off of them. Wine and champagne bottles sat atop the table in the corner. There were two large glass doors that would lead you out the the balcony. The bed was king size, silky red sheets and bedding. What was more off putting was the mirrors on the ceiling, making your face scrunch.

"Is.. Is this a honeymoon suite?" Mista questioned out loud, setting the suitcases down and shutting the door. "Why would Bucciarati book this room?"

"Maybe to get the enemy to target us quicker?" You shrugged. "What's more of a target than newlyweds?"

"Pretending to be in a relationship with you was one thing, but we have to act like we're married?!"

You narrowed your eyes. "You think this is a skip in the field for me too? A job is a job." Standing in front of him, you poked him in the chest. "Now let's start investigating."

---

The afternoon was a bust.

Nothing seemed that out of the ordinary as you and Mista took part in couples activities. It was awkward, but you had to push through it.

"Ugh, come on! Aren't you ready yet?" Mista yelled at you through the bathroom door of your shared room. "Women just take forever."

"And men whine and complain a lot." You retorted. "I'm almost done." You were getting ready for dinner with Mista, hoping to find the people who were kidnapping tourists.

The sound of the door opened and Mista sat up from the bed. "Finally, are you ready to-" he stopped talking when his eyes took you in. The dress you wore fit you perfectly, the way you had your hair brought out your features. The pink in his cheeks returned and he stumbled over his words a little bit. "You... You look... Good." He moved closer to you.

It was your turn to blush now, also taken with how Mista looked. You had never seen him without his hat before, which he took off for the occasion. His hair was dark and short; the suit brought out his dreamy eyes. "You... Look good, too." The small gap between became even smaller when you moved forward as well. "We, um, should head downstairs, you know, we have to complete this mission."

"Right." He nodded and stepped back a little. "The mission. Let's go."

During dinner, you two had made yourselves noticeable to attract the attention of the enemy. From flirtatious banter to feeding each other. It was embarrassing for the both of you with a bunch of eyes from the other tables staring and muttering about you. Then you caught sight of something odd.

A few tables over were two men sitting alone, looking right at you. "Mista..." You looked all lovey dovey at him. "I think I found them, a couple tables over to the left. They're looking at us." Mista shifted his eyes to look subtly. "Quick, Mista, kiss me."

"What?!"

"I said kiss me!" You grabbed at his suit and pulled him to you, planting your lips on his. The kiss was hasty, but you made it look like you were kissing your new husband. When you pulled away, you looked at the men at the table. They stood up, but didn't move anywhere. When you followed their gaze, you seen that they were actually looking at two women who walked through the door behind you guys. They were waiting for their own wives to arrive.

Sighing with frustration, you let your grip on Mista's suit loosen and sat back. "How are we supposed to find these people?!"

Mista sat still. The feel of your lips lingered on his. His heart raced and his breath hitched. What was this feeling? He tolerated you since you became a member of the gang, but since this mission started, he had started feeling something more towards you. It was like...he wanted you. "Where are you going?" He asked when you stood up.

"I'm going back to the room. This whole day has been coming up empty and I'm going to relax for a bit. You comin'?"

Mista's body acted on its own and stood up, following you back to the room. In the elevator, you noticed him clench his hand in and out of a fist, like he was holding something back. Once back at your room, he held the door open for you, but he didn't look at you. "Hey," you took his hands in yours after he shut the door. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I-I'm... I don't know." He huffed.

"Was it the kiss?"

His eyes widened and his head snapped to you. It was the kiss. He hadn't stopped thinking about it since it happened, as fake as it had been. But it wasn't the only thing he had been thinking about. He actually had fun with you during the day and throughout dinner. "I-It's fine. It was just for show, not like I would want you to kiss me for real anyways. Or me kiss you, that's just stupid."

You can see he was visually flustered with the way he avoided eye contact with you. Its not like you weren't feeling anything either. To be honest, you probably would have kept kissing him if you weren't distracted by those two a couple tables over. Would have done it better, too.

What was taking over you? Your mind started to cloud as you took in the sight of the handsome man shifting his feet in front of you. He was taken off guard when he noticed you against him, pushing him gently to the nearest wall, hands on his chest and face so close to his. "Wh-What are you doing?"

Your noses touched, you could feel each other's sharp intake of air. Your hands traveled up to the back of his head and pulled him in for a slow and sensual kiss. One a hell of a lot better than before. He kissed you back, melting with each one. His own hands rested on your hips, finger tips digging into you.

Bringing you hands back down, you pushed the jacket of his suit off his shoulders, letting it fall behind him to the floor and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. He grabbed the zipper of your dress and pulled down, letting his free hand explore your exposed back. The dress fell softly to the floor next to his jacket as you brought up your legs one at a time to remove your shoes.

Mista took the lead and backed you to the bed, shedding the shirt you undid. Slowly and gently, he placed you on it and removed his pants, climbing on top of you. He couldn't help himself. Like he had no control over his mind and his body was on autopilot. The feel of his body on yours sent exciting jolts throughout you and you wanted more. "Mista..." Looking up, you saw yourself and Mista in a tangle from the mirrors that were on the ceiling. Earlier, you thought of it as unnecessary and disturbing, but seeing the two of you wrapped up like this made the experience thrilling.

Your hands roved his back; finger tips sinking into his skin every time you felt a rush of excitement. You needed to feel him more. Reaching down, you grabbed between his legs and guided him towards your entrance. He complied and entered you slowly; he was afraid to hurt you. Sharp gasps emitted from your mouth as you took him in, your walls adjusting to accommodate him. He set his hips at a steady pace as he slid in and out of you, making you moan with pleasure. "Oh... Oh, Mista..."

Mista pinned your wrists to the bed and continued to thrust into you, watching your beasts bounce with each movement. "You're so beautiful. How have I never noticed this before?" Leaning down, he connected his lips to yours again. "This feels so good. You feel so good."

Picking up his pace, he drove his cock into you faster; the noises you made spurring him on. "God, Mista! Fuck me harder!" You whined with laboured breaths. You could feel the tightness in your core on the brink of snapping. Mista reared back again and went as fast as he could, watching your face as your orgasm was reaching its peak.

Eyes rolling back, you let the exhilarating pleasure take over you. Mista was feeling his too as he tilted his head back and watched the two of you be thrown into bliss from the mirrors above. After he had emptied himself inside you, he slowly pulled out and buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking small bruises into your skin. You let your hand rest on the back of his head, softly stroking his hair with your fingers. Being together like this was something you never thought would happen between the two of you, but here you were.

"Y/N..." He whispered. "When we get back home... Do we go back to the way we were, or do you want to keep pretending?"

That was a good question. What does happen next? What would the rest of the gang think if you two struck up a relationship? Would Bucciarati allow it? Kissing his temple, you closed your eyes. "Let's keep pretending, see how far we can get."

You could feel his mouth form a smile as he made his way down your body with a trail of kisses. "The night is still young. There is still a bottle of wine on the table. Let's have some more fun."

---

Meanwhile, back home at the restaurant, the rest of the gang sat at their regular table. "I hope our mission was a success." Fugo said, taking the last bite of his meal.

"What did you tell them, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio asked.

"I told them that there was someone kidnapping tourists on a couples retreat. They fell for it and set off for their fake mission. If it was a success, they'll come back as a couple themselves."

"I can't wait to hear what they thought of the room!" Narancia said excitedly. "I booked them the most romantic room the resort had!"

"Let it be known that I had suggested just a normal room." Giorno put his hand up, defending himself from Narancia's shenanigans.

"When are they supposed to get back?"

Bucciarati smiled. "I'll give them a couple more days together, then I will tell them the kidnappers were caught at a different resort and bring them home."