#And I'm about to head into the city to bounce on some dicks all night

[glorified-red]

Would you mind doing SFW alphabet headcanons for Dick Grayson??

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Dick Grayson SFW Headcanons

word count: 2,250~

warnings: none I'm patiently waiting for my work to do renovations so I get a few months of paid leave. The semester just started so I'm excited to have enough free time to focus on school.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dick is a very affectionate person and shows his affection in very obvious ways. His love language is physical touch so he loves to show affection similarly. Hugs are a must, early morning cuddles, play wrestling, playing footsies under tables, gently holding your hands, etc. Don’t even get me started on his massage abilities. 

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

A relationship with Dick can start in so many different ways. He’s very outgoing socially. As Bruce’s first heir, he has to be sociable. You can meet him at galas, going out, as neighbors, as a vigilante, etc. He likes to observe new vigilantes to see where their loyalties lie, that means you’ll be bound to run into him sooner or later. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes! Dick loves cuddles. It’s the perfect way for him to be close to you, show you love, and receive some as well. He loves laying on his back and holding you however you chose to lay down near him. Sometime in the night he’ll turn towards you so he can tuck your head under his chin and rub up and down your back. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) 

Settling down isn’t something Dick really knows how to do. His early childhood was always bouncing from one city to the next, then when he “settled down” with Bruce, vigilantism swooped in and his life has always been unpredictable. He’s grown used to the random nature of his life, settling down almost seems boring. He’ll always need something to spice up the domestic side. While cleaning he likes to play music so you two can dance together and have fun, making cleaning less of a chore. He never seems to have time for cooking so when he makes the time for it he really likes to go all out and make a true home cooked meal. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Dick would be so gentle with it. He’d wait it out to see if time could heal wounds or if the problem was only temporary, he doesn’t want to lose you too early. If he breaks up with you, he’s thought about it for a while. Since it would be a minute, he’d probably be in denial for a short period and try to overcompensate in the relationship because of it. He’d sit you down and talk through it, he’d give you as much closure as he can because it’s hard for him to break things off.  

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is a big deal for him. Flings are typical for him, but if he truly settles down with someone long-term, he has marriage in mind even if it's a brief thought. He will stay up at night picturing the rest of his life and seeing if you’re in the picture as well. He does this with every relationship, but with you it actually felt like he could see the picture in color for the first time. He’ll know from that moment on that marriage with you is possible. He’d wait until the perfect moment, taking all the time in the world until he knew you both were ready and wanted this. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Dick is so gentle, his whole being radiates comfort and warmth. He has a way of handling emotions that makes them less terrifying. When he holds you, it's like he's holding the entire world in his hands, he wants to cherish it. His touch can be slow and light, or firm and grounding, but it's always gentle. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Absolutely he does. When he gives hugs he always ends it with a squeeze, no matter how long or short the hug is, he always ends it that way. Dick will never pull away first if he can help it, he likes to wait for the other person to pull away first because he never knows how long of a hug they need emotionally. His hugs can be fun and leave you laughing or they can hold you tight until your sobs disappear into his shirt. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He's pretty quick with it. Dick shows his love unabashedly, he can never regret loving someone with all his being, he can only regret not showing his love enough. Sometimes he says those words to his friends, they just kind of slip out. Love comes in many forms so he has no problem saying it to anyone he cares for. If he’s in a relationship with you, he loves you, he wouldn’t get into a relationship if he didn’t.  

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Dick trusts you and has security in the relationship enough to not get jealous. However, he can get pouty or fidgety if someone gets too close/touchy with you. He’ll try not to act on his jealousy rashly, he’d rather get validation from you than from stomping on someone else. He’ll crave cuddles or a moment alone when he gets jealous. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Dick never leaves without a kiss goodbye. When he leaves for groceries he’ll find you and give you a small kiss, when he leaves for the night he’ll leave you with a forehead kiss, and when he leaves for long missions he’ll spend a few moments for a proper kiss. He loves to kiss your nose and loves when you kiss his cheek. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Dick is amazing around little ones. He somehow always knows how to interact with children. You’ve caught him with a kid on his shoulders a few times and even mid tickle fight. Having so many younger siblings means he’s always dragged into everything, giving him the experience with combatting trouble and tears. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are rare with Dick. He’s a big morning person so he usually wakes up before you. He's probably up doing casework, getting ready for work, or casually lounging around. If he has nothing to do, he’ll stay in bed and hold you for as long as he can until he needs to get up or you wake up to keep him company. Sometimes he can forget not everyone is a morning person so he can get pretty loud in the mornings. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He leaves for patrol some nights but he’ll always give you a kiss goodbye, some nights he’ll tuck you in and promise you’ll wake up to him laying beside you. Dick will make sure you have something to eat just as you send him off with adequate snacks, both making sure the other has enough energy to see them through the night. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Dick seems to be the open book of the family, he presents himself as such because he actually keeps a lot hidden and needs to hide behind this facade. He doesn’t want people worrying about him so he’ll always keep something under ropes to maintain some semblance of control. He is quick to open up on trivial things to make it seem like he reveals his vulnerable side easily. The true thoughts at the edge of his mind are difficult to reveal. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Dick has so much patience. This man knows how to handle his anger in a way that it barely ever comes out. It’s easy for him to talk things through and would rather do that than yell, anger does nothing but scare people. His frustrations usually dissipate with disappointed sighs or him pulling away silently until he can trust himself to speak. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Dick is pretty good at remembering things but just in case he forgets, he’ll make a note about something. This is especially true for gifts or passions of yours so he can look into it further. He’s very interested in your passions and hobbies, so he’ll try his best to understand it so he can ask you questions and understand the basics of what you're saying. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Dick loves the days where you two are alone and enjoying the time together. Some of his favorite memories are from your dates together: late night trips for ice cream, piggyback rides at theme parks, splashing water at each other while swimming, etc. But his all time favorite memory has to be when you both built a pillow fort in his apartment. He’ll always cherish the photos you took together where he can see the fairy lights in your eyes, it always sits in his wallet. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Dick is protective of you at first, but slowly he’s learned to trust that you can take care of yourself. You’ve proven time and time again that he can rely on you just as you rely on him, being so close with so many bats, Dick knows you’ll always be safe. On the off chance you aren’t, he has an entire family who can protect you. He takes everything one day at a time, telling himself you’ll be in his arms by the end of the day—this gives him strength to keep you by his side. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dick puts in as much effort as he can into everything that involves the relationship. He plans out anniversaries months in advance, he even writes down any date idea he comes up with so he can surprise you. Surprise dates are his favorite, he loves to look at your schedule so he can tell you he’s going to pick you up for a special night, nights like these he loves to show you how serious he takes your relationship.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Dick pushes his worst feelings down so much, bottling them up until they hopefully disappear. He has oldest child syndrome which means he never feels like his emotions matter, always needed but never wanted. He was put on a pedestal early on, it only taught him that he needs to be perfect—constantly. His perfectionism is almost to a fault. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Dick is proud of his looks, he knows how attractive he is and will maintain it because he’s grown to enjoy the way he looks as well. He hates how the public views him as only a pretty boy, all the paparazzi, articles about the “Prettiest Man In Gotham”, it all bites at him because he doesn’t like his looks being his only attribute. He has to keep up his public persona so he’s forced to play into it which only makes things more annoying, that’s why he tries so hard elsewhere to prove he’s more than just a nice ass. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not entirely. Dick is pretty independent but enjoys the security of emotionally intimate relationships. He does yearn for you when you’re missing or gone from him too long, but your absence doesn’t take away from his being. He just wants you to be safe and is always excited to see you again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Dick learned how to french braid hair for you. He’ll learn just so he can play with yours, softly enjoying the quality time together. Once he masters the french braid, he’ll move onto dutch or fishtail. A tutorial will softly play in the background while he detangles your hair. He’ll learn everything there is to know about your hair type/texture so he can do it properly.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Dick is pretty adventurous, he loves to try new adventures and do new things. His spontaneity is written in his nature (he is a sagittarius) and taking his loved ones with him is a way he shows his affection. It’d hurt him a lot if he’s shut down or caged down too much, he enjoys his freedom and needs someone who will let him fly. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Dick has a hard time sleeping if he's not holding something. He has multiple pillows so he can hold onto it as he sleeps, sometimes he’ll even latch onto the comforter. He’s infamous for this in the family, every cuddle pile someone is at the mercy of Dick’s embrace. It’s quite adorable when he’s dozing off.

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[spermiara]

This song triggers the feral inside me

#Each time I listen to this I feel like I'm transforming into a werewolf #And I'm about to head into the city to bounce on some dicks all night #Yeah pretty much

[one-sad-human]

•Dinner First• Vince Neil

Pairing: Vince Neil x Reader

Requested? Yes! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, drinking, peer pressure

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Just when I was starting to post consistently. Sorry! I took a break from writing for a little, but I’m back now! Also, did you guys here that new GnR song? Tell me your thoughts!

You grimace, pulling Nikki's hair back as he pukes into the toilet. You're in the cramped bathroom of a tour bus, wishing you were literally anywhere else.

"Alright, I think I'm good now," the man says, contradicting his statement when he starts heaving again a moment after.

This isn't the first time you've been in this position, you doubt highly it'll be your last. You've been in similar situations with all of the men in Mötley Crüe, although Mick usually handled himself.

You're something that could be compared to a babysitter, except instead of taking care of children, you watch over almost constantly intoxicated men on tour. Their manager had hired you to do so, as you're one of his old friend's children and the most responsible young person he knows.

You don't drink or do drugs, you wear put together clothes, and— in the nicest way to say it— are a tad stuck up. You're a goodie two shoes, you don't have a rebellious bone in your body.

You're the perfect person to take care of the Crüe. You're paid to make sure they make it to all their shows and don't overdose or do anything equally as stupid. The job isn't glamorous, but you get to tour the world and get paid along the way.

"Ok, Nik. Time for bed," you say, a mockingly sweet tone to your voice. Nikki nods, going along with it and leaning against you heavily as you walk him to his small bed. You make sure he takes two Advils before passing out.

You sigh, rubbing your temples as you feel a headache brewing. You take some pain relievers yourself before stumbling over to your bunk and passing out shortly after.

The morning comes too quick, and you heave yourself up. You half walk half shuffle over to the coffee machine, moving on autopilot to make a fresh pot of pure caffeine.

"Mornin' good lookin'," says Vince, the blonde leaning on the counter next to you.

"Good morning," you say, ignoring the nickname. "You're up early."

"Heard the coffee machine," he lies. He wanted to talk to you alone without anyone bothering him. "Listen, we have the day off in a new city. I was wondering if maybe you'd want to—"

"Coffee, outta the way," Nikki says, shoving past you and Vince. There goes that.

Vince has been desperately trying to get a date with you for months, ever since the tour started. It seems like every time he works up the nerves to do it, he's interrupted.

"Sorry, Vinnie, what were you saying?" You ask, patiently waiting for Nikki to get his coffee so you can. The blonde shakes his head, waving a hand to dismiss the question and walks away.

"Nothing," he says and walks to sit in a small booth. Vince has never feared rejection like he does with you, usually he has all the confidence in the world. Vince is usually the definition of cool confidence. He isn't sure what there is about you, but it makes him nervous and gives him butterflies.

"Day off, no gig, what're we doing?" Tommy asks, now coming to join everyone to get coffee.

"We're in fucking New York, we're hitting CBGB!" Nikki says, nursing his cup of coffee you can only guess he made Irish seeing as his eyes have opened all the way.

"Fuck yeah!" Tommy speaks up. Vince sighs, knowing he won't get a date and you'll end up taking care of all of their drunk asses by midnight.

     You sigh into your cup of soda, swirling it around and watching the bubbles fizzing and popping. It had ended up like every other night, in a bar with overly obnoxious, head pounding music playing.

     "Having fun yet, Y/N?" Tommy asks, doing that weird trick where he sticks the cigarette in his nose. You make a disgusted face, rolling your eyes before agreeing.

     "You're such a fucking buzzkill. Would it kill you to just live a little? Have a drink! Here!" Nikki chimes in, sliding a shot of liquor. You slide it back.

     "No thanks." He rolls his eyes.

     "They don't want to drink, Nikki. Just leave them the fuck alone," Vince says, narrowing his eyes at the bassist. Mick takes his leave and ventures into a darker corner or the club, not wanted to be apart of the fight that is sure to ensue.

     "Well, excuse me!" He says snootily. "I'm just trying to get Y/N to have fun! All they ever do is breath down my neck. Makes me fucking nervous."

     "Nikki's right Y/N! Have some fun with us!"

     "I'm not here to have fun, this is my job," you say, you're face getting flushed and hot with anger. "I'm just here to make sure you live to see your next gig."

     "Killjoy," Tommy mutters. "Just one shot? I'll do it with you!"

     "Shut the fuck up!" Vince suddenly yells, his fist hitting the table and making the glasses and bottles rattle. "Leave them the fuck alone, all you're doing is making them upset. They said no, so stop badgering them."

     "It's alright, Vinnie—"

     "No it's not! They're constantly pestering you and I'm fucking tired of it!" Vince suddenly stands up. "Come on, lets go."

     You hesitantly stand up, grabbing your coat and following Vince out the door. You're already embarrassed for them causing a scene, you wouldn't want to stay behind where you're sure to get strange looks.

     "Where're we going?" Vince shrugs, protectively putting an arm around your shoulder and leading you farther from the crowed club. It sends tingles all the way down your spine, and you have to be extra careful walking to make sure your knees don't give out.

     "Away from those dicks. I hate the way they try to pressure you into shit all the time." You raise a brow and turn your head to look at the handsome blonde. The street lights bounce off his tanned face in an angelic way, his light locks of hair swaying in the warm breeze.

     "Why did it bother you that much?" You ask him, your voice low. Vince suddenly looks nervous.

     "Because," his voice is quiet and shakes with nerves. "I like you, Y/N. A lot." He stops walking and turns to you. "You're always so cool and chill, you always have an answer to everything and you're put together. You so goddamn smart, if I have a problem I know I can always go to you because you'll have a solution. It pisses me off when they think you're some weakling who'll do whatever they say."

     You're shocked into silence. Your mouth opens and closes a few times but no words form. You had no idea Vince had any feelings for you, you always thought he just liked that you made sure he didn't kill himself doing something stupid.

     "Seriously?" You ask once your mouth and brain start to function again. "You really feel that way?"

     "Would I lie to you about this?" You answer him by pressing your lips to his, your soft plump lips moving against his slightly chapped ones slowly and lovingly. His lips taste of cheap beer and cigarettes but there's a shadow of minty toothpaste. Vince has had his share of make outs, but nothing has ever felt this close and intimate.

     "I really like you, too." You smile when you pull away, your head dipping down slightly with a blush tinting your face. Vince smiles back and places his hands on your hips.

     "What do you say to heading back to the bus? It's empty." You shake your head, and Vince deflates instantly and disappointment floods his eyes. Maybe he got his thoughts up too soon, maybe you don't like him as much as he likes you.

     "Dinner first, and if you're nice and gentlemanly, and only if you're nice and gentlemanly, I'll think about going further," you say, and Vince laughs a little in relief before nodding. "Deal?"

     "Deal."

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[jaybird-redhood]

propinquity

wc: 2.2k

pairing: jason todd // gn reader

The first thing you think when you see him for the first time is that he has the cutest smile.

That’s a lie, the first thing you think it that he is so incredibly in shape, and it looks great on him, but the smile thing sounds better in your head.

He's moving into the apartment across from yours a month after you moved into yours. Weird, because the two people in your building closest to your age are 2 and 63, respectively.

You suppose that some wicked twist of fate must’ve brought this upon you for missing your cousin’s birthday party last week, because the guy standing across from you is crazy hot. And looking right at you. And you are in the huge neon Wonder Woman t-shirt that your best friend got for your birthday last year.

Yeah. Karma.

“Nice shirt,” the guy offers, holding in a grin. “You’re really making it work.”

“I-”

“See you around, neighbor.”

And with a shut of a door and an awfully charismatic smirk he’s gone.

The next time you see him is a week later, and this time- luckily, you think- you’re dressed somewhat put together. You run into him while unlocking your door.

"What's got you in a twist?" he asks.

"Um," you start, "I just. Ugh I have so much to do. Like 3 hours of homework, a lecture tomorrow that I cannot skip, and I'm completely out of bread and eggs and can't even you to the store until, like, Thursday at best."

Once you start rambling you can't seem to stop. You slouch against your door. You're not entirely sure why you're telling a stranger all this, but he seems to be listening, so you suppose that’s a good sign

"I get the feeling," he offers, and you look up at him. "I'm majoring in English Lit and my classes are kind of kicking my ass."

You give him a small smile, "Glad to know someone in this building is struggling as much as I am."

"Jason," he says, and he reaches his hand out to you. "My name."

You shake it and tell him yours.

As you both turn back into your respective apartments you think that he maybe isn't as intimidating as you thought.

~

The next day goes by with a really boring lecture and another 3 hours of work you need to do.

The ride home from uni isn't that long, but it's long enough for you to contemplate all the ways that your life went wrong after moving to Gotham. And, maybe as payback for thinking mean things about the city, rain that you think should belong to a category 3 hurricane starts to whip around your car 10 minutes into your drive.

Your clothes are dripping water in literal puddles by the time you get back to your apartment.

Groaning, you start fishing for your keys in your purse while walking up the last flight of stairs.

When you get to your door you stop. Right in front of it there’s a grocery bag. Picking it up and looking inside you see a loaf of bread and a small carton of milk.

You pick it up smiling.

“Jason?” you ask, knocking on his door.

No response.

You shrug and turn around. Remember to thank him the next time you run into each other; you think.

~

That next time doesn’t happen to be that long and thank goodness for you.

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this,” he says to you.

You’re sitting on the floor outside of your door looking rather pathetic, and he’s giving you the most awful smirk you’ve ever seen. (Not that it looks bad on him though. You seem to think that nothing could really look that bad on him)

“I swear I’m usually more put together than this,” you sigh to him. “You moving here jinxed me!”

“Yeah yeah. You’re locked out, aren’t you?”

You give him your best withering I’m going to kill you stare, but it must not be working because he just laughs even harder at you.

“This is completely not my fault it’s just I lost my second set of keys like right when I moved in and then today when I got home, I accidentally left them in my car, but my second set of car keys is in my apartment so now I can’t get them out, stop laughing at me!”

“God you’re a mess,” Jason says- finally finished laughing at you and maybe taking a bit of pity on how disheveled you look. “You couldn’t call anyone to get you in?”

You shake your head.

“My friend is the only other person with a set, but they’re out of town, and our landlord is being a dick and telling me it’s my fault in the first place, so I need to deal with it. I’ve been sitting out here for like an hour.”

“All I’m hearing is that it is your fault and now you’re just moping about it feeling bad about yourself.”

You tilt your head against the door so hard that it makes you wince a bit.

“Ok fine,” he says crossing his arms.

“What?”

“Wait right here.”

He goes into his apartment and comes back out with a skinny metal thing you don’t recognize.

You look at him in confusion and he just motions for you to scoot out of the way as he sticks it in your locks and starts to pick it.

You sigh in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you. For everything. I swear I will get my life together, so you don’t feel like you have to keep cleaning up my messes.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a small smile, “Take your time.”

And with that he opens the door to your apartment and turns back to his.

“By the way, you should really get better locks. That was way too easy.”

You make a note in your head to get that done sometime. As you’re lying on your couch that night, you’re AirDropped a photo on your phone. Saving it up you see it’s a piece of paper with neat handwriting on it: a phone number and a smiley face, Jason’s name at the bottom.

You smile too and add the number to your contacts.

~

Over the next few weeks, you and Jason start talking more, both over text and through the various times when you run into each other outside your doors.

Each interaction is better than the next, and you soon start to realize that Jason isn’t just some hot guy with no brains. He’s sweet and charismatic, has a whole wall full of bookshelves, could probably quote any classical novel by heart, has incredibly good taste in music, and best (or worst) of all, would make incredible friend material.

It’s just that as you become closer friends, you start to realize that that might not be all you want.

It’s a stupidly cold Friday morning when he texts you, and you’re covered in blankets and wrapped in sweatshirts in your bed. Movie at my place tonight?

You text back your approval and a quick be there at 6 before getting ready for classes.

The day goes by slower than you hoped.

It might be the anticipation of seeing Jason again, or more likely the hours of lectures you have to sit through, but you’re elated when your final class for the day gets let out.

The hours in between are a blur.

A blur which leads to the two of you sitting on his couch watching Romeo and Juliet together, a blanket thrown over your bodies.

You have the obligatory bowl of popcorn resting on your legs, and every few minutes Jason reaches across your lap to take a handful.

The way you’re laying half on top on him is completely deliberate, as to take as much of his body heat as possible. Your landlord had turned off heating 3 weeks prior to ‘save money’ or some other bullshit.

Jason’s not complaining though.

Once your popcorn bowl is finished and your head is in his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. It might be the nicest feeling you’ve ever felt.

Throughout the movie you exchange snide comments about the plot back and forth. You start trying to say funny things whenever you can just to hear how sweet his laugh sounds to your ears.

By the end of the movie, you’re only slightly in tears, or so you tell yourself.

“Are you crying right now?” Jason asks incredulously, wearing a teasing smile.

“It’s not my fault,” you half say half moan, “Leonardo DiCaprio just has that effect on me.”

He just laughs and pulls you upright until you’re sitting on his lap.

His eyes are a shade of blue green that you’ve never seen before, although you could swear their getting greener by the second.

You watch his gaze drop down to your lips before staring you right in the eyes again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“God yes,” you tell him, and kiss him right back.

~

The next week is somewhat uneventful, even though you and Jason had been meeting each other almost every night, rotating apartments based on whose house was warmer each particular night.

Tonight is your night, and you’ve been waiting the whole day to show him the film you had rented to watch together.

The walk up to your door is easier than usual, and you have a bounce in your step that’s making you feel even more elated than normal taking out your keys to unlock your apartment.

You open your door and your bag drops. The keys clatter when they hit the hardwood, and the silence that follows is deafening.

“You’re bleeding on my carpet,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

There Jason is, bleeding quite profusely, and using your kitchen counter to keep himself vertical. He’s wearing what looks to be a torn half of a domino mask and an extremely hot leather jacket.

(Not that this was the time for noticing his fashion choices, but you filed that thought away for later.)

What really catches your eye though is the huge red bat symbol on his chest, and the red helmet next to it sitting on your counter.

He shifts a little to the side before stumbling through saying, “Um, so, I know this isn’t ideal and I’m really sorry to put you in this situation, but I seriously do not feel like bleeding out tonight and-”

“Oh my god this is great,” you cut him off with. “I thought you were a hit-man!”

“Wait what.”

“Shit no that’s not what I meant- kind of, hang on we should probably stop you from dying before having this conversation.”

You walk over to him to get a better look at his wounds.

“God Jace, you look like death warmed over.”

He just stares at you.

“You have a bunch of stuff in your bathroom, right?”

At least this elicits a reaction. He grimaces in pain but gives you a nod of his head in conformation.

“Ok I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

He gives you a look that says seriously, where would I go.

3 minutes later you’re back with a needle and thread, and some sterilizing spray.

“This should be fine,” you tell him, “I took a first aid class last year with my friends and passed with flying colors according to the nurse.”

“Just try to keep them tight and neat. I trust you,” he says, and your heart pounds just a little harder.

You respond with a nervous laugh but take a deep breath and start working.

~

An hour and a half later you’re done.

The combination of pain meds, bandages, and a whole lot of stitches eventually led to you and Jason laying in your bed together, both completely exhausted.

He turns his head to face you.

“Could we maybe go back to the hit-man thing?”

“Oh uh. Well I saw a bunch of shirts covered in blood in your laundry in the bathroom, not to mention all the weirdly specific first-aid you had,” you tell him.

“And also the assorted guns and knives you have hidden all over. I guess I just assumed? But the whole Red Hood thing is so much better,” you reassure him.

“You found all my knives?”

You smile up at him.

“I love that that’s thing you chose to focus on.”

“And you’re really not mad that I didn’t tell you about the whole vigilante thing before?” he asks.

“Jay, I had already resigned myself to life forever with some shady hit-man that also happened to be incredibly good looking. Red Hood is ten times better than that. I’m not going to run away from you just because you’re incredibly intimidating and probably could kill me. I see that as an added bonus,” you say, with as much charm as you can muster without yawning.

“Just. Be careful, ok? I’d hate to make this a routine.”

He responds by pulling you closer to his body.

“I promise,” he whispers into your head. “You really to remember to get better locks by the way, breaking in was still way too easy.”

You let out a small laugh and finally you let yourself give into sleep.

#luce writes #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #red hood x gender neutral reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #dc imagine #jason todd fanfiction #red hood fanfiction #jason todd #red hood #dc

[damiano-mylove]

Come Home With Me

Pairing: Thomas Raggi x GN!reader

Wc: 1.6k

Cw(s): Lil bit of swearing, friends being dicks, drinking, smoking, nothing bad really (tell me if it sucks)

Summary: Thomas spots you at the bar one night, and its as if the two of you are soulmates *not a soulmate AU, just really fluffy*

Masterlist

"Come home with me."

What the fuck was wrong with this boy? This drunken stranger at the bar? He was beautiful, he was a grace to look at. But he was still young; young enough to not quite be able to hold his liquor well.

You smiled to him and leaned against the brick wall behind you, taking a deep drag from the fag between your fingers. "And who might you be?"

"The man who's gonna marry you!" He announced as he leaned beside you, against the wall. His eyes closed heavily but his smile had never weakened. Innocence came off of him in waves, with just a hint of allure. It was a strange mixture, but not unheard of. Just as the stranger relaxed, his friend came over; seemingly, he had been looking for your handsome stranger.

"Thomas! Jesus, Man, we've turned the joint upside down for you," he laughed, putting his hand on your stranger's shoulder. Thomas' friend smiled you, as he pushed his dark hair over his shoulder. "He saw you in the bar and had been wanting to talk to you for hours. I'm really sorry about his state."

Once again, your small chuckle filled the air along with your smoke. "He's quite sweet." Your eyes drifted from Thomas' friend to Thomas, himself. He was looking at you with a face red from bashfulness along with a boozy glow. You looked back to the friend. "Is he always like this? Even sober?"

"Not quite," Thomas' friend chuckled, looking at Thomas and shaking his head. He looked back to you as you threw the butt of your fag into a tray. "What're you doing out here? You can smoke in there."

"My group ditched me. I was waiting out here to see if anyone would come back for me, but alas I am on my own," you explained with a numbed smile.

Perhaps it was an overshare, but you couldn't control your words. Not entirely. It was your friends' faults for feeding you drinks, then abandoning you like a kid at Sunday school. Honestly, it was sort of rude, and now you had to walk about half an hour back to your flat in heels. You were allowed to be at least a little bitter.

Both boys frowned as you tucked your hands in your pockets. "I've got a hike ahead of me. Adieu, Lads."

Just as you began to step away, you were stopped by Thomas, "Woah, wait, you can't walk alone!" His peace had been broken by your statement. You turned your head as he came up beside you, being a bit taller than you. "Streets are dangerous at night, especially for such a vision as you." Thomas smiled at you, his eyes twinkling in the street light. "Let me walk you to the top of your street. I don't even need to know your address, I just need to know you're safe."

How could you refuse?

"You're a peach," you sighed contently. Thomas beamed at you and back to Ethan. He seemed a little surprised in Thomas' chivalry, but he smiled to both of you and waved as you both began to walk off into the distance.

"Did your friends really leave you?"

"One fuck of a topic to jump into, right off the bat."

Thomas seemed embarrassed. "I didn't-I didn't mean to-"

"I'm just being an asshole, Man," you laughed, walking into him and shoving him lightly. Thomas' worry faded into a very natural smile. As if he didn't know he was smiling, yet it seemed to occupy his features so kindly. You had to tear your eyes from his intoxicating smile, to focus on the road ahead. "Yeah, they really left me. Stranded me at a bar on a Saturday night, to be walked home by a total stranger."

"That's shitty."

"Fucking right." A chuckle was shared just before you dug your cigarettes out of your pocket. A tin of hand rolled cigarettes. You extended the tin to Thomas, "Care for a blem?"

God, that smile was sure to be the death of you, especially tonight. He scooped one out lazily, but with the most relaxed movement, as if he was meant to be doing exactly that, in that exact moment. "You're a peach."

Another laugh. You stopped to light your cigarette, as well as Thomas'. He leaned in so close that you could feel the heat come off of him, and you also picked up on his smell. Thomas was potentially the best smelling human you'd ever met. He smelt as if a pine forest went up in flames, a couple months ago, while the wood was perfectly dried out.

Your feet knew their way home better than you did, so you both followed them as you both partook in mindless conversation and countless fags. Footsteps matched footsteps, minds matched minds, laughter bounced off laughter.

That is, until you found yourself in front of your flat complex, but walking right by it as if it didn't exist at all. You were on a mission now. To take Thomas to your favourite hill, that overlooked a bit of Rome and a lot of trees. It was where you usually went to collect your thoughts, and it hadn't even occurred to you that Thomas would be the first person you'd ever taken there. The man who was apparently going to marry you - no better person, in your mind.

"You're homeless?" Thomas asked as you plopped down in your grassy spot. You laughed and pulled him to sit beside you, which he did without much effort.

"No, we passed my flat."

His beautiful eyebrows drew together under that immaculate hair of his, as confusion layered Thomas' face. "Why didn't we stop?"

"I didn't want the conversation to stop, and this is my favourite spot in the city," you said, looking from Thomas to the view ahead of you. Thomas looked as well, seemingly softening to your favourite spot. You admired his side profile for a second before adding, "But, if you'd like to go back to your place, I'm more than okay with that."

"Who said I wanted the conversation to stop?" As he spoke those words, Thomas turned his head back to you. His eyes held the light of the sun, and the kindness of some manner of deity. You found yourself smiling in the exact same way Thomas was smiling.

For a little while, you sat in silence, looking over your view, stealing glances at each other when the other wasn't looking. It was broken only for a second, to share the final cigarette in your tin. Even without words to fill the air, the air felt full. It was like a full pool of still water that you had no problem disturbing, but why ruin it? You'd never felt so comfortable, and you never wanted the moment to end.

All good things must come to an end, you knew this. And this good thing came to an end at the butt of your cigarette.

"C'mon, Man," you smiled, disturbing the water. You stood up, then looked down at Thomas. His eyes were heavy, but content. You offered him your hand to help him stand, which he took gratefully.

"Where are we going?"

"You're coming home with me." Thomas seemed a bit wary. You sighed as you began marching back in the direction you came. "I'm supposed to let you, still half in the bag, stumble home to God knows where, all alone?"

A deep chuckle came from Thomas as he rubbed the back of his neck. His strides were in perfect sync with yours, despite him having longer legs. "I suppose you're right."

"Thank you for your approval," you laughed as you looked to the horizon that you two had had your backs turned to all this time. The sun was beginning to break the clouds. "We've been out all night."

"We left the bar at 3."

You looked to Thomas as the walk switched from grass to pavement. "A 30 minute walk was turned into a 2 hour trek." Thomas' face heated up a tad as he looked to the ground beneath his feet. You looked forward. "No way I'd rather spend my morning."

The same comfortable silence filled the air while you approached your complex. You both walked in very casually, as if Thomas was an old friend who visited very often. But the second you both crossed the threshold, you began throwing your shoes and jackets off. Tiredness had finally settled in.

"Okay, my bedroom is yours, goodnight." You rubbed your eyes, starting to make your way to the couch. Thomas caught your forearm, making you look at him.

"I should be the one on the couch."

Your lips fell in a straight line and your brow dropped. "You're the guest, Man. You get the bed."

"Y/n, I have no problem with the couch," Thomas insisted. You sighed and turned you both around to the bedroom. Thomas' hand was still around your forearm, until you arrived at the bedroom door. "Goodnight."

"Oi, Asshole, come back here," you said just as Thomas began going to the couch. Now you grabbed his forearm. "The couch is shitty, and you don't deserve that, but you're relentless. We're both adults, we can share a bed."

Thomas smiled sleepily. "Okay."

His voice was almost giddy as you both flopped onto the bed. Thomas whispered a soft goodnight to you, but you were already in a land beyond this one. With a smile, Thomas laid on his back. Your room smelt just like you, and Thomas loved being surrounded by it. It was a strange feeling, but one he never wanted to lose. Soon enough, he followed suite and drifted off right beside you.

It was the best sleep either of you had had in months.

Part 2

#måneskin #maneskin #maneskin fanfiction #thomas raggi #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi fanfiction #thomas maneskin #ethan torchio #x reader #one shot #oneshot #fluff

[sery-chan-13]

Drives With Them

Alice In Borderland

Only doing Chishiya and Niragi because they're the only two who have access to cars hahahahahaha-

This song makes my brain go 'brr'

Chishiya

Warnings: Swearing, arguing

- He hates driving

- Learns it's the only way he can get alone time

- With you

- Can talk about stuff with you, and there's no one else to interrupt

-  He usually asks you by spinning the keys around on his finger and saying "Wanna go?"

- He drives pretty nice, honestly

- Hasn't crashed, doesn't make you pray for your life before you get into a car with him.

- Enjoys taking the longest way possible home

- Gives zero fucks if a group need the car for the games

- Usually ends the drive somewhere scenic to watch the sunset or if it's raining, he just parks the car and talks to you

"Wanna go?" Chishiya asked, spinning the keys on his finger, interrupting the conversation you were having with Arisu. "Sure! Sorry Arisu-Kun, gotta go," you said, excusing yourself from the conversation. "No problem. Have fun," Arisu smiled, leaving. You chased after Chishiya, grabbing his hand. He pulled it away and you scoffed. "Jerk," you muttered. "You know who is watching," he whispered back, nodding to Hatter. "And?" You asked as you left the building, heading over to the cars. "He could use it against us. I don't want you in danger because of me," he said, opening the door on the passenger side for you. "What a gentleman," you said rolling your eyes, getting in the car. He shut the door after you, getting in himself on the drivers side.

    "I'm sorry," he said into the quiet atmosphere after you two had been driving around the empty streets of Tokyo for a couple minutes. You only huffed, looking out your window. "I'm get that you don't want to make our relationship out there and shit, but I... I have feelings too Chishiya. I want to be able to hold your hand around the Beach, or just show you love in front of other people," you answered, he kept his eyes on the road, listening to your words. "I can understand that. But... you have to understand that I don't want you getting caught in the middle because you're with me," he said after a few seconds. You felt bad about being mad at him, especially when you knew he had good intentions. "I know... I'm sorry Chishiya," you apologized, looking at him. "It's ok. It's upsetting, I get it," he said, slowing down a bit as you got closer to the inner city.

"Sucks there's no radio," you said, holding his left hand on the glove compartment as you two drove around, the argument you had earlier having been talked through. "It's better, in my opinion. We can talk," he said. The sun was setting, the sky painted in an array of pastels, golden sunlight fading from view. You smiled at his response. "You know, when I first met you, I thought you were going to be a bitchy, antisocial, I hate people kind of guy, who would've pushed me off the roof for talking to him, but I'm glad only half of that is true," you giggled. "Oh? Which half is true?" He asked, as you noticed the car slowing down. "The 'I hate people' part. You just have no empathy towards them," you said, leaning on his shoulder. The car had stopped on a bluff that overlooked the ocean. Chishiya got out of the car, telling you to do the same. He climbed up on the hood of the car, making his way to the roof of it. You did the same, sitting besides him. You stared out into the ocean, watching the sunset as he sat besides you. "Beautiful..." he whispered. You looked at him. "It is," you said. "I'm not talking about the sunset. I'm talking about you you know," he said, cupping your face in his hands. You blushed, looking to the side. "I thought you said no PDA?" You asked, looking back at him. "I think... I think I'm willing to protect you if worse comes to worse. Hold my hand around the Beach. Kiss me around the Beach. Do what you want," he said, resting his forehead on yours. You smiled. "If they use us against eachother?" You asked. "If we go down, then we go down together," he said.  You laughed, kissing his lips quickly. You kept doing that before he said, "If you're going to kiss me, kiss me." Before kissing you passionately.

Niragi

Warning: Mentions abuse, bullying, swearing, weapons

- I'd personally pray to the gods before I get in a car with him

- Honestly pretty fun

- He goes fast, reckless, but somehow hasn't crashed

- He loves driving with you because it makes you both forget everything

- Asks you by going "Im going for a drive. You coming with me doll?"

- Late night drives after games that were especially hard on either one of you

- You had CDS and got the radio to work somehow. (Yes he helped)

- I feel like he's a car guy for some reason?

- Like, he knows his way around cars. But would rather drive them

- You know those cars that don't have a roof? It's just open? Yeah, those are his favorite.

- Ends drives with driving around slowly while you two talk about anything and everything

You sat anxiously awaiting the arrival of Niragi's group for the games. Your leg bounced up and down, scanning the groups that walked in. You swallowed thickly, trying to rid your head of the dark thoughts. You two hadn't been put in the same group for tonight, as the militals all got split up.

    You heard a couple girls whispering and laughing. You glanced at them out of the corner of your eye, and listened in to what the were saying. "She's so heartless when others loose people, but there she is anxiously awaiting her boyfriend's return," one of them laughed. "I hope Niragi dies so she can feel how others feel," the other responded with a giggle. You growled, grabbing your riffle, walking towards both of them. "Oi, if I were both of you I'd stop talking," you threatened, pointing your gun at them. They tensed up. "W-we didn't do anything!" One of them stuttered. "I fucking heard you. Bitch, I'm not deaf, you want me to feel pain as if I haven't before," you said darkly, glaring at them. "I lost my best friend when I first came into the games, I don't have family here, he's all I have left. You two think I haven't felt the pain of losing someone important to me because you don't know me, so shut the hell up," you said angrily, putting the barrel of your gun facing towards the floor. You gathered yourself again, walking back to where you were sitting. "I still hope he dies though... he's such a dick, I don't know why she stays with him," you hear one of them say. "Okay, that's it," you shouted, turning back to them. "You think I won't fucking shoot either one of you?! I'm not fucking scared to do so! And if Niragi doesn't come back then I'll just kill one of your boy toys and see how you like it! He's not... he's not a bad person. So shut up about people you don't know!" You yelled, getting angrier by the minute. "Well I bet he's already dead anyways! It's what both of you deserve for using so many of us as pawns in the games! You need to feel pain, and he deserves to die!" The other girl yelled. "He's not dead! He doesn't deserve to die!" You shouted back. You took your gun, firing a shot in between both girls. "That's a fucking warning shot, next time, the warning shot goes through your damn skull," you threatened, walking out of the hotel lobby, out to where the game players come back. You sat on the sidewalk, watching cars coming back, none containing your boyfriend. You saw Chishiya, and ran up to him. "I'm going to seem pathetic asking, but have you seen Niragi?" You asked, him swallowing back the tears of worry. Chishiya noted this want a time to joke about him being dead. He was a dick sometimes, but he also knew when it was enough. "No, I haven't. His game was on the other side of the city though. Maybe it was a longer game?" Chishiya answered. A soft 'oh' left your lips, and you nodded, thanking him. You went to a corner, sitting down facing the entrance. You brought your knees up to your face. "Please be ok... please... I need you here," you whimpered.

About an hour later, you heard the engine of a car come into the beach. You looked around, counting how many cars were already there. Only one was missing, which meant this car was the last one. You ran over quickly.

   To your relief, you saw Niragi standing by the car, talking to Aguni about something. You ran to him, hugging him as soon as you got there. "Woah, hey there princess," he said, hugging you back. "You stupid jerk, I thought you died!" You cried into him. You weren't one for crying, but it had been a night. Aguni looked at you strangely as he had never seen you cry. Aguni excused himself, giving you time to be alone. Niragi looked down at you, feeling a tinge of guilt. "I- I thought i-i was- I was gonna b-be alone again!" You cried, snuggling your face into his chest. "Never. You'll never be alone again, ok? I'm not going to let some measly game take me out," he said, giving you a kiss to the top of your head. "Im going for a drive. You coming with me doll?" He asked, holding the keys in his hands. You nodded, drying your tears.

The drive wasn't like most others that started fast and reckless. It was slow. The kinds of drives you two had on the late nights. "What game did you have tonight?" You asked, trying to break the silence. "It was weird. A 5 of  hearts. To win we had to kill the past in a way," he said, looking out. "That doesn't sound like a normal hearts game," you observed. "That's what I thought. Games of betrayal. The rules were simple. If you failed to kill the past, you failed. You had to say what part of your past you were killing too, or else you died... There were items all around the building, each from different people's past. There were films of people's memories, toys, pictures, audios, books, glasses... If everyone didn't manage to kill their past, the buildings boiler would explode," he explained. "What we're your items?" You asked, looking at him. "Glasses, notes, there was a video, a baseball, a pack of cigars and an empty beer bottle," he said. You pieced together the items. "The glasses you wore in highschool, the baseball that broke your nose more times than you can count, the notes kids used to pass you in class that said horrible things on them, the cigars your father burned you with, and the bottle you used to silence your sorrows," you said. ''Clever girl," he chuckled. "Your game?" He asked. "4 of spades. We had to diffuse a bomb in the that was at the top of this building, the elevator was out, and there was 20 flights of stairs. Oh, and a shooter. God was it fun shooting that motherfucker after he pulled my hair," you aaid. Niragi laughed slightly. The cool night breeze passed by you, and you closed your eyes. "When we go back to the old world, we should do this," you muttered, reaching for his hand. He grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours on the glove compartment. "I agree."

    He had stopped the car on a bridge, although there was no water under, just gravel. "I used to come to this place, look down, and think it would be a quiet place. So I started going there after school, hiding. Until they found it. Then you found me there. I don't know why you talked to me in high school anyways," he said, looking over the railing, down to the gravel covered ground. "Because I knew you didn't deserve what people said or did to you. And I also thought it was a nice quiet place," you said as he put an arm around your waist. "What did you run away from? Something or someone in your past that scared you?" He asked. "My family, my feelings. The monsters that lived in my head," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I really love you, you know?" He asked, looking up at the stars. "I know. I love you too. Love you more than there's stars in the sky," you responded.

I'm brain rot, helpppp-

Also, this is just like if you are in an established relationship with them. I feel like they open up a bit more to you, so that's why they might be OOC.

#niragi #chishiya #scenario #fluff? #mostlyfluff #some angst #id jump out of the car ngl #Alexa play daddy issues by the neighborhood- #Spotify

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Seven: Knotted

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): eavesdropping, angst, Yoongi kinda being a dick but not too bad lol

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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The warm water ran down your skin and onto the tiled floor of the shower. It was odd having a shower where you could stretch your arms out wide in, you were used to small showers that barely allowed you to shave your legs without hitting your head. But, the shower at the dorm was huge and you couldn't help, but stay in for much longer than was needed, allowing the water to massage your shoulders. 

After finding out that all of South Korea (and probably beyond) knew your name and thought you cheated on Minki, you'd curled up on the seat of the car. If you hadn't let Eunji drag you to the bar that night, none of this ever would've happened. You never would've met Yoongi. 

Your heart pained when the thought crossed your mind. Never meeting Yoongi. Despite the fact, he seemed to be more trouble than he was worth, there was part of your heart that didn't want to let go of him. And, it was the part you knew you needed to suppress. 

You heard a soft knock on the door, barely audible over the sound of the water. You knew it was him before he even spoke, you weren't sure if it was due to the soulmates thing or if your heart truly was betraying you because as soon as you heard his voice, all the stress you held in your chest released. 

"Sumi? Is it all right if I come in?"

"Yeah," you said. You weren't overly worried about Yoongi catching sight of your naked body. There was enough steam on the shower doors to disguise you, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen it before. 

"We can do my--uh--date once you get out," he said. "It's nothing much, but I hope it's okay. I brought you some clothes."

"Thanks." 

"Do you prefer coffee or tea?"

"Tea." 

"Okay, when you're done just come to my studio. I've left you a note with the code." 

---

You finished a few minutes later wrapping your hair up in a towel. You glanced down at the clothes he'd left for you, smiling when recognized them as pajamas with Shooky, his BT21 character on them. You smiled. 

You changed and braided your hair so that it would stay out of the way and would be easy to tend to the next morning before the flight to Japan. After washing your face, you reached into the pocket of the pajamas and pulled out the sticky note with the code to Yoongi's studio. 

Despite having been in his studio before, it felt odd entering the code yourself. You held your finger gingerly above the keypad and entered each number slowly, scared that if you messed up the code an alarm would go off. 

4...6...5...5...9...click!

The lock released and you heaved open the door surprised that it was so heavy. When you walked in, you found blankets on the couch and a laptop perched on the desk a couple feet from the desk. You smiled and sat down on the couch, crossing your legs, and pulling a blanket over yourself. 

Despite having been in the studio before, it seemed dirtier than before. Papers were scattered across his desk and a few coffee cups that escaped the trash. Ever since you had come together, it was obvious he wasn't getting as much work done, and that that was frustrating him. 

You also noticed the three framed photos near his main computer. One of him and the other members all wearing leis and posing in what you assumed as a Hawaiian airport. The other was of you presumed his family; his parents and what looked like an older brother. Yoongi was still a teenager in the picture and you couldn't help, but smile at how awkwardly adorable he looked with hair that stuck up and a face that wasn't quite adult yet. The third photo was that of a brown poodle puppy. 

You glanced down at the desk and noticed a photo peeking out from underneath a handful of papers. You pushed it aside and gasped when you saw that it was actually a print off of an email with a photo attachment. A photo of you and Yoongi from the alleyway. His arms around you and his mask down beneath his chin. From the angle, it looked as if he were kissing your forehead and you sighed, knowing Yoongi would probably not do such a thing in public, even if your relationship was completely real and straightforward. 

You noticed the email address came from the presumed photographer and your chest tied in knots as you hoped that meant Yoongi was trying to prevent the photo from being released. You heard the code being punched in and quickly shuffled the email back under papers and picked up the picture of Yoongi and his family and pretended to study it intensely. 

"Hey," he said, holding two mugs, making you curious as to how he opened the door in the first place. His eyes widened slightly when he saw you holding the framed photo. 

"Sorry," you said, placing the photo back on his desk. "Your family looks nice." 

Yoongi smiled. "They really want to meet you," he said. He handed you the hot mug of tea. "I didn't want to pressure you, especially since we're trying to sever this." 

"My parents have been the same," you said. "They're so happy about this whole soulmate thing. They didn't even care that you were an idol." 

"My parents were happy you were normal." 

You laughed. "Are we watching a movie?"

"Yeah," Yoongi said. "I have a couple things to finish up first if you don't mind. You can pick something while you wait, it should only be a few minutes." 

You nodded and started scrolling through Netflix on his laptop. You scrolled through the various offerings, unsure of Yoongi's preferences. Would it be inappropriate to watch something romance heavy? Would it make him uncomfortable? 

Yoongi seemed like the type of guy to like a classic gangster movie, but that wasn't something you were into. Although, you were fairly certain neither of you were huge fans of horror.

You eventually settled on a movie somewhere in the middle with a smattering of everything. A little action and a little romance, but not so unbearably cheesy that you wouldn't enjoy it. 

When you glanced up at Yoongi, he was seated at his desktop with headphones perched atop his gray hair. His head bounced slowly to a beat you couldn't hear and you could see bits of sounds and recordings that he was arranging on his screen. 

You took a sip of your tea and waited.

---

"Thanks for meeting up with me on such short notice," you said, adjusting the laptop screen so that there wasn't a glare on your face. "My schedule changed and I'm going to be out of the city for the next week." 

"It's not a problem," Jinwoo said, smiling, a pen in his hand and just the corner of his notebook visible. "If you don't mind me asking, where are you going?" 

"Japan," you said, not thinking much of your answer.

"Oh wait," Jinwoo said. "Jang Sumi? I think I saw you on a magazine cover? With Min Yoongi?" 

"Oh, uh, yeah," you said. "That's me." 

"So, you're his soulmate? How does that work?" 

"I don't really want to talk about this right now," you said. "Unless you can do it in English." You tried to lighten the mood, tried to make it sound like the fact your client knew what was happening in your personal life didn't make a rock sink low in your stomach.

Jinwoo laughed. "It's okay, I understand. I imagine it's hard having to uproot your life just because of your biological soulmate or whatever." 

You smiled, his flippant tone catching you off guard. "It would really help if he wasn't so busy. I can't blame the guy, he has a fantastic career, but it's hard on me." 

"You're still wearing his pajamas though."

"What?" 

"Shooky," he said. "Suga created that character." 

"Oh," you said. "He just gave them to me. Maybe he had an extra pair or something." 

"Or, he likes you more than he lets on."

"He really doesn't. We were supposed to have a date tonight, but he just kept working and forgot about it." Your lips tightened when you finished the sentence. You'd only talked to Jinwoo once before and your heart pounded as you realized what you'd just said. "Uh, sorry, you're just easy to talk to." 

"It's all right," he said. "I like to think we're friends, so it's okay."

---

Yoongi realized you were gone after almost two hours. He took off his headphones and glanced down at his watch and cursed. 

If it weren't for the crumpled blankets on the couch, he'd never know you'd ever been there. He knew he'd let you down, it was a simple movie, two hours at the most. He couldn't even spare two hours for you?

He exited his studio and headed down the hallway towards your room. He could hear your laugh, which made him smile. Thankful the hallway was abandoned, lest his smile due to your presence be discovered, he pressed his shoulder against your door frame. Your door was cracked and he could see you seated at your desk. He raised his hand to knock lightly on your door when he caught a look at your computer screen. 

It was another boy. He was young and Yoongi didn't like the way his eyes seemed to devour you, even through the screen. 

"He just gave them to me. Maybe he had an extra pair or something." You looked down at the pajamas you had on and ran your thumb over the collar.

He couldn't hear the boy's response, but your eyes widened and your shoulders tensed. 

"He really doesn't. We were supposed to have a date tonight, but he just kept working and forgot about it." Yoongi balled his fists. You were being reckless. It was obvious that you were uncomfortable with all the media attention, but you were doing nothing to help yourself. "Uh, sorry, you're just easy to talk to."  

Yoongi left your doorway and rambled back down the hallway.

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"Hey Jiminie, can you pass me the other end?" 

Jimin sat on the opposite of the couch in the living room. He was in the middle of slurping up noodles, but quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks to hand you the end of the scarf. 

"Jiminie? I'm older than you, right?"

"Oh, I guess you are," you said. "But, you're so cute, it's easy to forget. You don't mind, do you?" A smirk broke out on your lips. 

"No, I like it actually." 

Jimin had just picked up his bowl of ramen when Yoongi came into the room. You could practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves. 

"Sumi," he said. "We need to talk?"

You looked up at him, your eyes large and confused. "About what?" 

Jimin had taken an interest, obviously noticing the older boy's anger. He sat down his ramen and scooted closer to you. "Yoongi, what's wrong?"

Jimin's question only annoyed him more. His body stiffened and his eyes looked nearly black. 

"What's wrong? She's so worried about her image and all the publicity, but yet is telling one of her clients all about us."

"Were you spying on me?"

"I came looking for you after--"

You looked up at him, your arms crossed. "I never would've left if--"

"That's not the point!" Yoongi's voice raised slightly. Although, he wasn't yelling. He didn't seem like to yell when he got angry, rather he sizzled in the heat until he popped like a popcorn kernel. "You can't just tell someone like him! You have no idea who this guy is! What if he goes to the press? We'd have another Minki on our hands! Are you stupid?"

Tears pricked at your vision and you felt Jimin's hand on your wrist, but it left as soon as you moved to rub your eyes. 

"Yoongi, calm down. She's not used to all this. She just made a mistake." 

"I didn't go on that date to watch you work, Yoongi. I'm sorry if I got frustrated and vented to someone who listened. But, this never would've happened if you would've just watched the movie. We were supposed to get to know each other." 

"I guess you know who I am now." 

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"I'm sorry, Sumi," Jimin said, following you into your room and plopping beside you on your bed. "Yoongi sometimes gets like this. I promise he'll get over it in a couple days." 

"I really don't want to go to Japan, Jimin. I don't want to be around him." Your face fell into your hands. "But, I have to." 

"Shh, Sumi. It'll be okay. Just try to get some sleep. I'll stay with you if you want." 

You shook your head. "No," you said. "Thank you though. It just doesn't feel right." 

He nodded, seeming to understand and left you alone. 

You laid down and pulled the covers to your chin. You hated to turn Jimin away. The last thing you wanted was to be alone, but ever since that night with Yoongi, only his arms made you feel safe. 

You silently cursed and pulled Kitty to your chest.

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Jimin shut your door quietly and shook his head. He hated to see you and Yoongi fight. From the day he met you, he could tell there something odd about your dynamic. The quiet understanding of each other, but yet the fierce opposition.

He passed by Yoongi's studio, the light on. Jimin knew Yoongi would probably spend the rest of the night there, not wanting to step foot in the hallway due to the fear of facing you again. 

Jimin smiled as he remembered your ragged stuffed cat. He'd done just as you had asked and placed Kitty in the donation pile. It was only later when making another trek into the living room to place more into boxes that he noticed Yoongi slipping the stuffed cat into his bag. 

He hadn't said anything then, but the morning you asked him if he was the one who'd saved the hapless creature, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the true savior who hid his smile behind sips of morning coffee.

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asdlkjfn after reading your 'show me your dick' fic i've been thinking a stupid amount about all of ur au's in that sitation like "look we haven't actually had sex in three weeks and i'm loosing my mind about it" and it's kind of hilarious. weridly i feel like hotjock david would be the worst at dealing with that purely bc sports = horny

david is thirsty on main for his confused boyfriend at all times. i have some thots

bad boy matteo + hot jock david 

“Oh, fuck off,” David said, going for teasing, but landing somewhere a little bit meaner than he intended. 

Leonie leaned back and raised an eyebrow. She lifted her drink up slowly, eyeing him like she was disappointed and a little bit unimpressed, and David wanted to simmer and apologize at the same time he wanted to bare his teeth. “Someone’s a little feisty tonight,” she says, glowering. “Need to get laid? Something to take the edge off?” She asks and takes a drink still watching him. Sara laughs behind her into her hand. 

“That’s none of your business,” David responds. 

“So you do?” Leonie asks and smirks. “You and lover-boy not doing too well?” 

David looks over her shoulder to where Matteo is laughing with a couple of his friends in the other corner and tries not to stare too long at the way he throws his head back at one point. Or the way his legs look in those jeans. 

“We’re doing fine. Great, even,” he says. “We’re just a little bit busy right now.” He shrugs, hoping to change the subject and not think about the fact that him and his insanely hot boyfriend who he loves very much haven’t had sex in at least three weeks if he was counting right. Which he was. 

It just got out of hand, he thinks to himself. He spent one weekend going up to visit his godmother and then when he got back, Matteo had a cold and wouldn’t let David anywhere in his sneezing radius for at least eight days, which was torture for David who just wanted to coo and baby his sick and whiny boyfriend for a little while. And then there was David’s project he had to finish, which completely swamped him for a week. And then Matteo was going out of town to visit his aunt with his mom and when he got back, there was some sort of crisis with some guy named Abdi that took like three days to deal with. Something to do with some girl. David honestly didn’t pay attention. He thinks he blacked out through the explanation in a frustration induced dream when Matteo said he had to postpone their date to the next weekend, and all he could think about was how this Abdi guy better invite them to his fucking wedding to this girl if it meant he wasn’t going to see his boyfriend for another four days. And then there was his big match tonight against their city rivals. 

And tonight, David thought they would finally get a second alone together, but Matteo had looked at him with big eyes and asked why he didn’t want to celebrate the match win with his team. David was more than happy to leave the guys in his dust as he he dragged Matteo back to his place for some quality time, but David tries not to discourage him when he’s feeling social for social’s sake. So here they were, with David having to physically remove himself from Matteo’s company in hopes to not jump his bones at any given moment and snapping at his friends because he had too much pent up energy that apparently the football field couldn’t get rid of. 

Leonie was looking at him like he had all said that out loud. And David honestly wouldn’t put it past himself at this point to do just that. He’s been thinking about Matteo shirtless for like seventeen straight hours at this point and going a little cross eyed because of it. 

“Well,” Leonie drawls out slowly. “I can’t get you laid, but I can get you drunk. So shots?” And David agrees because he’s past desperate at this point. 

Within thirty minutes, he’s totally and completely plastered. 

“Oh, look who it is!” Sara yells, and giggles, and then hiccups into her wrist. She bounces up and throws herself onto Matteo, who catches her with a shocked expression. 

“Uh, hey. Sara. You good?” He asks, and Sara laughs brightly again and nods. He goes to let her go, but she trips over her own feet. So he holds firmly onto her elbow to make sure she stays upright. 

“I’ll take her,” Leonie said, who was faring much better than the rest of them, which was entirely unfair if you asked David. She took just as many shots as them and is, like, a foot shorter than him. So really the room should be spinning just as much for her as him, but she was still standing with a pose and sophistication that perplexed David constantly. “You can take him,” she says, and pushes David off of her shoulder, and he collides into Matteo’s side, which he would have been a little put out about. But it was Matteo! His sweet and darling Matteo who was looking at him with his big and dreamy eyes, and oh gosh, he was pretty. So, so pretty. How did he get someone as pretty as Matteo to want to hang out with him constantly? He really didn’t know besides the fact that the universe was really looking out for him. David could just kiss him-

“David,” Matteo says and shakes him a little. “Ready to go home?” 

“What?” David asks, not really catching the question, too busy staring at the shape of Matteo’s mouth when he says his name. Because he’s really got such a pretty mouth, and it would be so much prettier if he would just kiss David like he really, really, really wanted him to do right now. But, wait. Matteo was saying something to him. Focus, David. Focus. “Home? Yes.”

“Okay,” Matteo says and says something to the girls. David waves over his shoulder when Matteo pulls him along because he doesn’t want to be rude at the same time he’s trying to memorize the notch in Matteo’s nose because it was just so cute. David really just couldn’t deal with how adorable Matteo’s nose was right now. 

“You feeling okay there?” Matteo asks with a little bit of a chuckle as David sways into him when they get out onto the street. 

“Okay? I’m feeling great! I feel so good, baby. So good,” David responds and leans into Matteo’s side a little bit more as they’re walking. Probably a little bit more than he needed to, but he was trying to suck some of the heat out of Matteo’s skin at the same time he was trying to soak in the attention. “Are you feeling good? I hope you’re feeling good. I hope you’re always feeling good. Do you know you make me feel good? No- not good, great! I feel great with you. Do you know that?” 

“I didn’t realize you talked this much when you’re drunk,” Matteo says instead of answering his question, which wasn’t very nice. David pouts. He wants to make sure that Matteo knows that he feels good with him. Doesn’t Matteo know that? 

“You’re so pretty,” David says instead. Because that should work. 

“What?” Matteo sputters out. He looks at him out of the corner of his eye but then turns to check the street they were about to cross before tugging on David’s wrist to follow behind him. David trips a little over his feet but catches himself before it got too embarrassing. 

“You’re pretty. Like, so, so pretty, Teo. The prettiest person I know,” David says and nods because it was true. “And hot. God, you’re so hot. So hot,” he repeats. 

“Uh, thanks?” Matteo says, though it sounds like a question. “You’re hot, too.” 

“Yeah, I know,” David says smirking and laughs a little. “But you’re like- Wow, so hot. I think about it all the time. I haven’t seen you shirtless in like a month. I think about that all the time. You shirtless, I mean. Because you’re just so pretty. And hot. And I would just look at you all day if you let me. Will you take your shirt off?” David asks, super duper politely with his best puppy dog eyes because he’s so painstakingly desperate to see his super attractive boyfriend’s belly. It’s soft and sweet, and he’s soft and sweet for it. And it’s getting a little hard to concentrate on what his feet are doing when he’s thinking about Matteo without his clothes on. “Please,” he adds a second later. Because he was polite. Super duper polite. 

“We’re in public,” Matteo hisses and pulls him along. 

“So? I’ll take my shirt off if it makes you feel better. Just-” He goes to pull at the hem of his shirt, and Matteo grabs his arms. 

“We’re in public,” Matteo repeats like that means anything. “You can take your shirt off at home.” 

“Will you take yours off?”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Matteo says and shakes his head. 

“Awww,” David coos and pokes Matteo’s cheek where it was starting to turn red a little bit. And David feels proud at himself for making that happen. “You��re blushing. You’re so cute. God, you’re so cute, Matteo. And hot. Have I told you you’re hot?” 

“You mentioned it.” 

“Because you are. Goddamn,” David says, mostly to himself. He thinks. 

“Come on,” Matteo says and pulls him through a door. “We’re almost back.” 

And David has to stop thinking about Matteo in his boxers for a second because they’re going upstairs now. And he has to concentrate very hard on not tripping and falling down the stairs. Because that wouldn’t be a good look. And David’s already got Matteo blushing so his chances of seeing Matteo shirtless by the end of the night have gone up like 300%, but if he falls down the stairs, it will probably be down like 1000% because that’s not very sexy, he thinks. 

They get through the door, and David asks, “Will you take your shirt off now?” 

“Shhh,” Matteo says back. 

“Shhh,” David repeats because that wasn’t a very nice answer to his question at all. 

Matteo pulls him to his room and pushes him to sit on the bed. And oh wow, they’re on a bed now! This is good progress, he thinks. He’s seeing his chances go up more by each second. 

“Can we have sex?” He asks all of a sudden because he thinks it’s good to have clear intentions from the get go, and he wants to make sure that everyone is on the same page here. But Matteo looks at him from where he’s leaning down to tug at David’s shoes like David just grew a third eye, so David thinks he might have asked that in a different language or something. Because he thought it was a pretty easy to understand question otherwise. 

“What? No,” Matteo says and shakes his head. He looks down at David’s shoes to start untying them, and his hair looks so soft and so pretty that David wants to run his fingers through it. So he does, and it is soft! And fluffy! And wow, having a boyfriend is amazing! And his boyfriend has soft and fluffy hair! And is so pretty!

“Please, We haven’t had sex in like a month, baby,” he says. Loudly. 

Matteo looks around the room like someone might come in. “Quiet down. Jesus, people are sleeping,” he whispers and tugs at one of David’s shoes. “We’re not having sex. You’re drunk.” 

“Pshh, I am not,” David argues, and Matteo goes to take off his other shoe. 

“You are. You keep telling me I’m pretty,” he says and pushes David back onto the bed. 

David falls easily. “I’ll have you know,” he slurs out a little because oh wow, he didn’t realize how tired he was until right now. “I always think you’re pretty. I just don’t tell you because you’ll get mad at me, but I would! Tell you, I mean. That you’re pretty. Because you are.” 

“That’s nice,” Matteo says. “I’m not having sex with you, though. You’re drunk.” 

“What about in the morning?” David barters, even though his eyes are closing, and he’s a little sad right now because he doesn’t want to fall asleep without seeing his terribly gorgeous boyfriend shirtless. 

“If you still want to have sex in the morning and don’t want to die from the hangover you’re going to have, I’ll consider it.” 

David counts it as a win. 

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 75)

"Pitts✈LA✈Philly"

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Colson wakes up groggy on the back of The Bus. Reaching for Luna with his eyes still closed, he's irritated when he remembers she's not there. Pulling his phone out, he looks to see if she called or anything. Nothing.

"She's always off somewhere...." He sighs, thinking to himself. Appreciating that Luna's independent but also feeling a bit lost himself when she's gone. Finding her was like growing an extra limb. When she's not near, his body has a phantom ache for her. "Lemme hit her up." He decides.

Shooting her a quick Snap, he sees his laptop sticking out of one of his bags. He pulls it out and digs through his red LV travel bag. Finding the things he wants, he settles back onto the bed.

Popping the flashdrive in that Luna gifted him for his birthday, he opens the file.

Sliding his hand down his pants, he starts stroking his cock in anticipation. Colson jerks off to himself fucking Luna for the first time. Watching himself with her. How they move and talk with each other. Her dominance and submissiveness, driving Colson to the brink. Throwing himself back, he explodes when his mind wanders to her warm mouth sucking his dick the morning she had given it to him to watch.

"God Damn, Loons..." He thinks of his future wife as he chuckles to himself.

Still sexually pleased by her. Even 3K miles apart.

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Landing at LAX there's an unseasonable chill to the air. Luna pulls on a soft gray sweater. Knocking her bandana off. Shoving it into her bag, She pulls out a pair of sunglass.

Hopping an uber to Frannie's, she notices a Snap from Colson. He looks miserable.

"What an Asshole..." She laughs to herself. Snapping him back with sass and love.

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"OH MY GLOB! OH MY GLOB! OH MY GLOB!! OH MY GLOB!!!! Paris burts out, squeezing Luna.

Luna having told her and Frannie about her engagement. P let's her go, wanting to pop a bottle, asking Frannie if she has champagne. Luna and Frannie laugh as they hug and Frannie gives P directions. Still holding tightly onto Luna. Her bestfriend's a bit cynical and rightfully so, considering her own current divorce.

"I'm so happy for you!" Frannie gushes to Luna.

Knowing her Soul Sister all too well, Luna pulls out of the hug. She winces a bit, forgetting to take any pain meds for her gunshot wound.

"What was..." Frannie goes to ask.

Luna interjects. "Buuuutttt....??" She asks with eyebrows raised.

"But don't make the same mistake I did. I don't care how much you love him. Get a prenup. At least for your family's history." Frannie sighs, advising from knowledge.

Luna pulls her back into their hug. Squeezing Frannie tight. She had half expected this.

"I hear you, Frans." She says softly in her ear.

Both girls squeeze each other. Over a decade of love, life, pain and understanding passing through them. The pop of the champagne bottle startles them as they break apart, laughing.

"LOONS IS IN LOOOOOVE AND GETTING MARRIED!!!!" P shouts, handing glasses off.

The three bestfriends cheers and laugh together. Luna asking to keep it kinda low key until she tells her grandmother and Colson his daughter. Her two friends nodding.

The girls have lunch. Talking and sharing champagne. Admiring the sweetness of her ring. Luna telling them the plan to get married in TownHall before the first weekend in August. Inviting them to both the intimate affair and the weekend rager. Frannie and Paris laugh at Luna's usual unconventional way of doing things. Excited about the festivities. They share a joint before Luna has to go. She has a performance with Ashley tonight.

The three bestfriends hug when Luna's uber arrives. Congratulating her again. Giving her Love and Kisses with their See Ya Soons.

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"Spill it." Paris says to Frannie once they've waved Luna GoodBye. "It's just quick. We seen 'em together, what? Once? And we were tripping balls. Everything's glorious when you're tripping balls." Paris throws her arm around Frannie's shoulder as they walk inside. "Then let's hang out with em. AND." She snaps the fingers of her free hand. "We gotta start planning her birthday party soon. Soooo... We're gonna need to talk to him anyway." P makes very valid points with her grin. Heading inside Paris can't help but ooze for her friend. She loves Luna and she love Love. Pulling up an old picture of them, P Congraulats one of her bestfriends on the sly. Or so she thinks.

"The peanut butter to my jelly. The Rock to my Roll. I love you and am over the moon!!!

💖🎉🎡🤘💫✨😍"

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The Boys are in Philadelphia staying in Rittenhouse Sq. Right in the heart of the city. Colson, Slim and Baze have friends who live off of Lombard. Ashleigh hangs back, glad to be rid of their madness.

Walking over Colson gets a Snap from Luna.

Laughing, he plucks a flower off a bush. Popping it behind his ear. Grinning as he Snaps her back.

"What up, Dawg!!"

They're greeted by their friend Tyree. Finding LaMar in the kitchen rolling up. Its Dark and Hell is Hot blares through the Philly condo. Cracking beers, slamming shots, they burn and catch up.

Soon heading to Cheerleaders, a stripclub/sports bar close by.

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"You got something you wanna tell me?" Ashley blurts out to Luna.

"Well, Hello to you too, Pal." Luna responds laughing.

"Why's Paris BooLoven' you on Insta?" Ashley questions her.

"Seriously? What's it say?" Luna sighs.

"Nothing really but that she loves you and is Over the Moon" Ashley air quotes.

"Okay... Listen, I didn't call you because it literally happened last night and I wanted to tell you in person today..." Luna begins to explain.

"Okayy..." Her bestfriend peers at her.

Holding her phone in her hands so that Ashley can't see her fingers, Luna continues.

"Colson asked me to marry him last night." Luna tells her.

Stunned, Ashley says "Noooo..." With wide eyes. "What did you say?" She asks.

Luna shrugs before breaking into a grin. "I said Yeah."

Ashley squeals, grabbing for Luna's hand. Looking at the contraption on her left hand.

"What is this shit?" She asks bluntly.

Laughing, Luna explains how he forgot the ring but made her one out of his guitar string. And to shut the fuck up because she loves it.

"No... That's really... REEALLY You&Kells." She laughs, grinning.

Ashley pulls Luna in for a tight hug. Congratulating her bestfriend, telling her how happy she is for the couple. They link arms as they head to the stage to rehearse for tonight. Talking wedding plans along the way.

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Cheerleaders is loud. Colson paying more attention to the Indians game than the girls.

Slim noticing the difference. Still his normal goofy, loud self, Colson interacts with the girls, talking and signing autographs but declines them on his lap.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Mar notices it also.

"He's getting maaaarried...." Baze teases Colson.

"YOOO!??" Ree flips around entering the conversation. "Tell me it's to that sweet piece of ass you did Bad Things wit!"

"Who???" Mar jumps back in.

Colson laughs, pulling a picture of Luna up on his phone. It's a simple sideshot of her.

"Damn, she got more tattoos than you do, Son!!" Mar exclaims.

"She looks like a fucking badass, Homie. How your lanky ass score that??" Ree busts Colson's balls.

"She knows what it is." Colson smirks.

Slim, Baze, Benny and Rook burst out laughing at him.

"Yo. LunaTic will fuck you up, Kells!" Rook calls him out.

Slim turns to their friends, explaining how Luna does NOT take anyone's shit. Including Kells. Joking that in the last two months that she's been around, he's seen her open more cans of whoop ass than Stone Cold Steve Austin could've ever ordered.

The Guys laugh hysterically at Slim's reference. Benny, Rook, Baze and Colson knowing it's true.

"Yo! So, you got a RIDA!? When we gonna meet Mrs. Homie?" Mar asks.

"She's in Cali right now performing but she'll be back before tomorrow night. Come to the show. We'll kick it after." Colson tells them.

Both men nod in agreeance. Wondering about this LunaTic who seems to have tamed such a Wild Boy.

They carry on drinking, laughing and teasing Colson.

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"HOW YOU FEELING, WAZZMATAZZ?" Ashley asks, stalking around the stage.

She's the Headliner of the concert. Opening with Now or Never, Colors and Eastside. She nails a stripped down version of Closer before bringing Luna out.

"I SAID HOW YOU FEELING!??" She screams to their roars. "I did a song with my bestfriend. It's currently sitting at #1. And I'd like to think that it's because it's the truth." She continues, adjusting her earphone as she walks the stage. "All art is based on some sense of truth, and if our art is number one, it's because WE'RE NOT THE ONLY TWO PISSED OFF!!" She screams to the energetic crowd. "So I've got her with me tonight. The ONE, THE ONLY, THAT BROOKLYN FUCKING BIIITCH!!" Ashley screams introducing Luna to the venue's  explosion.

Luna comes out in a plain white tank and black skinnies.

"Did I hear people are pissed off?" Luna asks excitedly as she comes onto the stage. "FUCK right we are!!!!" She bellows to the audience's screaming agreement. "Let's show 'em how angry!!" She shouts looking at Ashley as the opening chords play.

Both girls begin to bounce with the melody, swinging their arms and legs wildly. Ashley blasts into the opening chorus as her band nails the chords. Fire exploding in the background.

🎶I🎶

🎶Keep a record🎶

🎶Of their wreckage🎶

🎶And their lies🎶

🎶We're starting to recognize🎶

🎶The weapon in our minds🎶

🎶They talk shit🎶

🎶But we won't take it 🎶

🎶This time🎶

🎶As I realize🎶

The band drops out as Luna comes in strong. Unyielding.

🎶I'm out for blood🎶

🎶And it won't be sweet🎶

Ashley's band picks back up as Luna sings. Bouncing and jumping around the stage, using her hands to express her points. Dipping low to touch fan's hands.

🎶Tired of having the rugs🎶

🎶Pulled from beneath our feet🎶

🎶Done trusting lies🎶

🎶Done trusting Men🎶

🎶Picking each other up🎶

🎶And putting ourselves🎶

🎶Back together again🎶

The masses chant with her. Growing louder as Luna calls out Society's standard of women. Luna dead panning certain lyrics.

The Girls cross paths, tossing their mics to each other as they hit separate corners of the stage.

🎶Come on Little Ladies🎶

🎶Give us a smile🎶

🎶No we ain't got nothing🎶

🎶To smile about🎶

Ashley and Luna rip through the lyrics as the lights pop and smoke billows. Belting together how they don't owe You a God Damn Thing.

Ashley kicks back in hard with the chorus. The stage explodes again with fire. The crowd venting along with the two bestfriends.

🎶I🎶

🎶Keep a record🎶

Ashley continues as her and Luna bounce and jump across the stage. Grinning and tossing each other satisfied looks as the crowd rages with them.

It's a volcanic experience as Ashley and Luna dance and sing across the stage with each other. Filled with passion and genuine resentment.

🎶I'm no sweet dream🎶

🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶

Ashley taunts before Luna slides in.

🎶No I won't smile🎶

🎶But I'll slow you my teeth🎶

🎶And I might let you speak🎶

🎶If you just let us breathe🎶

Luna squats, bouncing up and down. Singing her lyrics. The Band dropping so Luna and the audience can scream together.

🎶We're tired and angry🎶

🎶Digging up The Hill🎶

🎶So scared🎶

🎶Is what you should be🎶

Luna and Ashley come face to face taunting the other to smile. Telling each other there's nothing to smile about. Fire igniting and lights blaring as they let loose about how they don't owe anyone a God Damn Thing.

Ashley singing about keeping a record of all wreckages and lies. Firing exploding as the two artists bop around the stage, screaming about injustice.

Playing and pushing off the other. They really are a force to be reckoned with. On and off stage.

The keytar comes on solely as Luna and Ashley hit MidStage together. The loud room singing with them claiming Luna's heart's desire.

🎶Women like me🎶

🎶Can be real nightmares🎶

🎶Completely aware🎶

🎶But I'd rather be🎶

🎶A real nightmare🎶

🎶Than die unaware🎶

🎶Yeah🎶

🎶Women like me🎶

🎶Can be real nightmares🎶

🎶Completely aware🎶

🎶But I'm glad to be🎶

🎶A real nightmare🎶

The Girls both kick their limbs out while changing the last lines. Luna dipping down in front of her.

🎶So, save us🎶

🎶Your fucking Prayyyyerss!!!🎶

Before slaying the chorus together. Bouncing, grinning, bopping and jumping as the floor ruptures on fire around them with crowd.

Watching them, the two bestfriends are magnetic. Knowing each other's range, limit and place. They perform together as if they were back in Luna's bedroom. Jumping off of props instead of beds. In hindsight it's a beautiful thing to see how far they've both come. Never losing their core.

Grinning at each other, they storm into the chorus with the crowd. Thriving off each other on stage. Tossing mics as they pass, dropping them to signify certain lyrics.

Finishing the chorus together, Ashley goes first as The Girls hit separate corners of the stage.

🎶I'm not sweet dream🎶

🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶

Luna singing after her. Ending the song.

🎶No, we're no sweet dream🎶

🎶But we're a hell of a night🎶

Coming back together, the bestfriends laugh and thank the crowd before Luna heads off.

Luna FaceTiming Sean as Ashley closes out the show with a hitting performance of Without Me.

"Heeeyyy!" She grins into the screen.

Chuckling, he asks what she wants. Luna explains how she's at WazzMaTazz. Ultimately, asking if she can borrow his jet tonight to get back to Philly for Colson's show tomorrow.

"What's in it for me?" The business man asks.

Luna laughs at Sean, replying that he'll have the pleasure of not feeling her foot up his ass.

"Alright, alright... You little Brooklyn Bitch..." He agrees with a laugh. "When you need it?" He asks.

"Uhhh.. Gimme like 2-3hrs?" Luna asks.

Diddy agrees, telling her he'll text her the details. Thanking him graciously, Sean warns her to stay out of trouble. Shaking his head as she smirks that she'll try, they say GoodBye.

Hanging up Luna sees she has a Snap from Colson.

She opens it, thinking of how much she loves him.

Once Ashley's OffStage, they hang out with the other performers. Luna especially enjoying her conversations with Fletcher and Ellie Goulding. Luna being fans of theirs and vice versa.

Before long, Luna's saying her GoodByes. She's off to the hanger. Flying from CA to PA. Across the country for the second time in less than 24hrs.

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The Adderall finally wearing off, Luna's feeling the weight of the day. She pops two 30s and sips on an Old Fashioned.

Sleeping for most of the 6hr flight. She arrives on the East Coast as the sun begins to rise. Luna has to look at her phone to figure out what day it is. Surprised that it's Tuesday.

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Finally at the hotel, Luna takes a quick shower. Managing not to wake Colson until she wants to.

Crawling into bed with him, Colson's on his back. Luna kisses his cheek. Then his jaw. Down his neck to his collarbone.

He starts to stir as she lightly drags the tip of her tongue down his body. He doesn't have any clothes on. Luna kisses the top of his mound, his short pubes tickling her face.

Kissing his inner thigh, Colson reaches for her. Running his hands through her blonde hair. He calls out her name with a groan as she swirls her tongue around his hard cock's head.

Taking him in her mouth, Luna sucks Colson's dick, sliding and her gently twisting her wet hand along his base. Letting her free hand roam his body.

It being early in the morning and her suction firm and steady, Luna only needs to deep throat Colson a few times before he oozes into her mouth.

Both satisfied with her work, Luna swallows his load before washing her hands and climbing back into bed with him.

Laying on his chest, Colson strokes Luna's hair as he asks about CA. She gives him the details of her day. Him talking about how she'll meet Tyree and Lamar tonight.

They come up with the idea of flying Casie out to NY on Friday. He's thinking lunch with her, Patti and Emma. Telling them all together. Luna thinks it's a smart idea. They drift off together, cuddling.

Don knocks on their hotel room door around 11A. He doesn't bang anymore.

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To be continued.....

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[boneandfur]

Wild Ride [Salazar x MC][N*FW][1/8]

Notes: this was inspired by the N*FW ABC, and uses about 8 of the prompts from the original list. // Words: 2145 // Rating: 18 + // Summary: Theda goes to a party, and gets the ride of her life.

CHAPTER ONE

Salazar notices her as soon as she rolls up on that sexy red moped, the kind of import he could roll quick for a thick wad of cash. When she takes off her helmet, shaking out that damn platinum and rose gold hair, all he can think of is the girl he saw once as he drove past Rodeo Boulevard, long-legged and air brushed, the kind of woman a man like him only ever sees on the pages of a glossy magazine, the kind who's never hot-wired a car or ridden shotgun bare-breasted in an illegal street race.

One of his buddies elbows him, jostling him out of his train of thought. "You see that? That's a high class piece of tail trying to look like it belongs on the clearance rack."

"Shut up," Salazar growls, his eyes returning to that tight little ass again and again as she wiggles her hips all around the car show, the Kaneko boy and the street rat drooling after her like she's stepped out of some vintage Playboy centerfold they take turns jacking off to every night. Salazar would love to see that peach spread-eagled in the back of his Hellcat, all for him, but he knows there's not a chance in hell that a woman so beautiful would ever look at him twice, and so he's content to stare at her from afar.

As if she can read a man's dirty thoughts, she looks over her shoulder, giving him a come and fuck me stare so blatant that he chokes on his beer. When he's done coughing, she flicks her gaze back at him again, a teasing smile playing on those red velvet lips, and Salazar knows he won't be satisfied unless he takes her for a ride tonight.

•••

As she totters around the car show in the fuck-me boots she's borrowed from Apricott, Theda is beginning to think she's made a mistake in coming alone. She sticks out, it's that simple: like a domesticated dumbass unicorn in a herd of wild horses.

She's either underdressed or overdressed, but in her corset top and mini skirt, LA smog-pink, she isn't exactly dressed to kill (except maybe herself if she trips in these boots one more time and faceplants in someone's engine). People are staring already, and she wishes she'd asked Seth for advice, but she hadn't wanted him to try to talk her out of it.

The morning after a pity fuck is never pretty.

As she makes her second loop around the outskirts, her nerves start to jingle-jangle, and that's never a good thing. She lights a fat joint laced with the flowers from her garden in the canyon, white smoke trailing around her face as she tilts her head back, staring up at the sky.

She can feel eyes on her, steady and dark, waiting and watching, and her head snaps up, meeting the gaze of a tall, older man with dark hair that brushes the tops of his shoulders.

He's leaning against a gleaming green Aylesbury GT6, surrounded by people her own age, people she should feel comfortable approaching, but instead she only wants to run. He raises his drink to her, meeting her eye with a nod, and if Theda were really bad, she'd accept that invitation. She'd wiggle her ass up him, and bounce on that dick like she was at a trampoline park.

But Theda isn't bad, and she wants to go home to her garden of moonflowers and black pansies, and her bungalow in the Canyon, where coyotes lope through the neighborhood and the sky is always a dusky pink, the ambient twilight of the vast city sprawling out beyond her.

One more loop, and I'll go.

She looks at engines, but she doesn't know what she's looking at, she was never the kind of girl who got invited to go mudding or race in big trucks with boys down those hairpin curves on the back roads, where pavement meets dirt and there's nothing but sky as far as the eye can see.

She feels eyes on her again, and looks over her shoulder to meet the eyes of a tall, tattooed man, rippling with corded muscles, five o'clock shadow dark on his jaw. He winks, giving her an appreciative nod, and she feels a blush rise to her cheeks that has nothing to do with the role she's playing, but more with the kind of girl she used to be, the one she left behind long ago, before she ever dipped her toes in the ocean under the pier in Santa Monica, before she ever met a man who could make her cry.

He grins again, meeting her eyes, and Theda wonders if he can smell the glitter and greasepaint on her, if he knows that her street racer style is as real as a stage kiss. She puckers her lips, throwing a daring, sultry look over her shoulder than says, Come and get me if you want me, but before he can make his move, someone else slides up next to her, smelling of malt liquor and something unpleasantly musty and strange, as though he's been rotting away in a trailer at the edge of a poison garden for years.

Theda turns her head, even though every instinct in her body is screaming at her to run.

"You lost, pretty girl?" The man smiles at her, but his smile is more like a scream, jagged holes where some of his teeth used to be. His blue eyes are wolfish with hunger, the kind that cracks your bones and sucks the marrow dry.

Theda takes an instinctive step back, the back of her thighs hitting the fender of a nearby car. "Leave me alone." Her throat is dry, and her voice comes out stilted and small, like a baby bird's.

"I don't think so." The man cackles, lifting a strand of her hair. "I've been watching you all night. You came here alone, and no one knows you." He takes a long sniff of her hair, laughing softly to himself. "No one here will notice if I slip away with you." His spotted hand, surprisingly strong, clamps down on her wrist. In the shadows cast by the firelight, it looks as though his face is on fire. "Pretty far from Sunset Boulevard, aintcha?" That dark, hungry gaze sweeps her from head to toe. "Let me give you a ride back to your daddy, little girl. He must be worried." Goosebumps break out along her arms, and she feels as though she is alone in the crowd, drowning in the dark scent of moonflowers that seeps from his skin, the macabre gleam behind his eyes a hellish window to what awaits her. "Just like I always worry about my little girl."

"She's with me. Clear off, Tull." A man's hand slides around her waist, and Theda shudders with relief, looking up to see the tattooed man who'd winked at her earlier. Up close, he looks scary. There's a dark streak to him, a hardness that makes her shiver, glad he's on her side tonight. "You want my fist in your face, loser? Get out of here."

"You should hold onto what's yours, Salazar," the blue eyed man rasps. "Else ya might lose it someday." He fades back into the crowd, his shadow a wisp of smoke on the wall, and Theda tightens her hold on Salazar's arm for a single moment before stepping politely away.

Salazar spits on the ground in the man's direction, then turns back to Theda. Up close, he's just as impressive, easily topping six feet, with broad shoulders and skull tattoos down one arm. "You ain't in Beverly Hills no more, dollface. You okay?"

Theda surprises both of them by flinging her arms around his neck. "My hero!" She splays her fingers on his chest, looking up at him and batting her lashes. He smells like gasoline and a charge of criminal mischief.

"Your hero, huh?" Salazar rubs the back of his neck, looking dazzled. "Ain't never been called no one's hero before."

Theda strains on tip-toe, her lips slamming onto Salazar's mid-chuckle. His body responds instantly, instinctively. One hand slides around her waist, his warm fingers brushing the bare skin of her lower back between her corset and mini-skirt. He takes a hit off the joint, exhaling into her mouth, and his tongue in her mouth makes her knees go weak. As she clutches at his arms for support, he reaches down and cups the tight ass she's spent months squatting for.

"Fuck, I ain't gonna lie, as soon as I saw this thing I knew you'd be trouble." Salazar squeezes her ass again, and she slaps his hand teasingly, letting out a surprised squeal as he kisses her again, his mouth tasting of tobacco and Olde English 40.

Someone whistles. "Get it, Salazar!"

Theda pulls back to find the two of them surrounded by street racers. A tattooed woman with shoulder-length dark hair takes a step forward. "This guy botherin' you, hun?"

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" Theda flips her hair, looking up at Salazar from the corner of her eye. She's with me. Clear off. "Wanna introduce me?"

Salazar winks at Theda. "I got a better idea." He plucks the joint from her fingers, and takes several deep puffs before dropping the roach, coughing hard. The music makes the colors of the cars pulse against the firelight. Salazar leads her to a black muscle car, painted with flames so detailed they seem to burn. "Whaddya think?"

Theda studies him. His chest is puffed out, his thumbs nocked in his belt loops, fingers pointing to the bulge in his jeans. Her eyes zero in on it, and she feels the back of her neck heat.

"Hey, Beverly Hills. Eyes up here." Salazar chuckles, patting the hood of the car lovingly. "This is a Dodge Challenger Hellcat Redeye. She's got a V-8 engine and 797 horsepower at full throttle. Want me to take you for a ride?" He winks, his fingertips brushing his crotch, and she's glad the dark can hide her furious blushing.

Theda opens her mouth to respond, but before she can get a word in, someone comes up behind her, causing Salazar to stiffen in irritation.

"I don't know, Salazar, she looks like she'd rather have a ride in my Demon." He holds out a hand. "Logan." Logan is young and handsome, with brown hair slicked back in an old-school pompadour, white wife-beater accentuating his muscles. Chazz would call it star power. Theda just calls it swagger. Logan wipes his brow, giving a wolf whistle at the sight of her outfit. "Holy fuck, you are one hot mama!"

"Back off, street rat," Salazar growls. "The lady didn't come here to be harassed by you." He rests his hand on Theda's lower back, and his touch sends flickers of heat dancing across her bare skin. "How about that ride, dollface?" The feeling of his warm breath along the shell of her ear gives her a dangerous thrill.

She turns her head, so their lips are only inches apart. "Will it start slow, or will it be fast from start to finish?"

"That hunk of junk can only go slow!" Logan crows. "Everyone on the street knows that I'm the fastest there is!"

Salazar shoots Theda a very amused sideways grin that makes her toes curl. "My ride can go as fast or as slow as you want it to, Beverly Hills. When it's all over, you'll be purring like a pussycat."

"Mmm." Theda puts an extra shimmy in her hips as she glides around the Hellcat, her fingertips caressing the cool metal. She looks back over her shoulder at Salazar, ignoring Logan, and bites her lower lip, ruby red and curling into a sly grin. Salazar's bulge is even more pronounced, and Logan is practically drooling, his jaw hanging open. "I love it when a man pays extra attention to the... ride."

Salazar leans over, tapping Logan's jaw shut. "Didn't you hear the lady? She loves it when a man makes the kitty purr."

Theda hops through the open window, into the passenger seat. "Well, aren't you gonna show me how you're the fastest man on the streets, Salazar?"

Logan is still spluttering as Salazar jumps into the driver's seat next to Theda, the engine of the Hellcat roaring to life with a purr that makes every head at the party swivel in their direction. Salazar taps on the steering wheel, raising his brows at Theda.

"I want the ride of my life," she whispers, nipping his ear.

"Then buckle up, Beverley Hills." With a howl at the moon, Salazar peels out of the lot and hits the NOS, the Hellcat melting into the night.

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