Reed thatcher was an underground fighter, illegal in all ways.

It earned him bruises and cold hard cash.

Reed had never lost a single one of his battles, no matter how big or strong his opponent was, his skills were unmatched. So why was he losing this pillow fight with you? That was another story.

Currently, he laid there taking hit after hit by a pillow that was held by none other than you. It really was ridiculous, he was an unmatched fighter, losing to a little gremlin.

“Have you had enough fun?” Reed mumbled under the barrage of pillow attacks coming from you. “im suffocating.” He said it so seriously as his hand reached up to hold your wrists gently to stop your attacks.