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willalove75 · 1 year

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Rebecca x Coach Reader, Angry sex

Yassss I love it!

Thanks for the request!! Feel free to send any more requests if ya have them!💕

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI

TW: Rebecca puts her hand around your neck & pins you between her and the wall. Lmk if there's anything else that needs to be added!

There's a part 2 because I physically could not help myself and it was getting WAY too long 😅

PART 2

"FUCK"

Roy yells as the final whistle blows. He stomps off of the pitch, you look up at the scoreboard, 6-0, Richmond got their asses handed to them.

"Shit!" You say as you throw your hat to the ground. You squat down, totally defeated. Coach Lasso comes up next to you.

"You dropped this coach." He says.

You look up at him, grab your hat and stand up.

"Thanks. I'm sorry coach, I knew my stupid play wasn't gonna work-"

"Hey, it's all good in the hood, we'll get 'em next time." He says with a smile, you can tell by his eyes he's disappointed but at least he's not mad at you. In all fairness, you did tell him to stop using the play you came up with before the first half ended because you knew it wasn't working.

You look up to the owners box and see Keeley and Higgins, both incredibly disappointed. Next to them you see your girlfriend, Rebecca, seething.

"Fuckkk" you say to yourself.

You head inside, the atmosphere in the locker room is bleak. Usually filled with laughter and life, the team is silent as they sit on the benches, completely defeated. You walk into your office you share with Roy, he looks over and releases an angry grunt. You walk to your desk and collapse into your chair. Ted and Beard walk in and call you both into their office.

"Tough loss out there today." Ted says.

"That was fucking embarrassing." Roy says.

"So what was the thought process behind making the decision to keep using the same play, that clearly wasn't working, the entire game?" Coach Beard says with more frustration in his voice than you've probably ever heard.

Roy and Beard look at you, you had come up with the play a few weeks ago and pushed to use it in today's game.

You put your hands up in defense. "Hey listen, I said we should abandon that play thirty minutes in so don't look at me."

Ted goes to speak and Rebecca swings the door open and slams it behind her, making you four and the team jump. You feel a chill run down your spine, she's pissed, really pissed.

"Hey boss, tough loss today-" Ted says.

"We should have won that game!! They're one of the worst teams in the league!! What the fuck was that?!" She yells.

Beard pulls his hat over his head, Ted, for once, is speechless, Roy looks like a child who was just scolded by his mother, and you want to run far the fuck away when Rebecca's piercing eyes look at you.

"Who's fucking idea was it to run that play?!" She yells.

Their eyes all shift to you, you know you're done for. Rebecca looks at you with daggers in her eyes.

"Listen," Rebecca goes to yell again and you cut her off. "Babe-"

"Don't you DARE 'babe' me right now." She hisses.

"Alright, alright, sorry, but just listen, yes, the play was my idea." You see her about to explode and you continue. "BUT not thirty minutes into the game I said we should abandon it because it clearly, was not fucking working."

The daggers in her eyes shift from you to Ted, you feel bad, but you're definitely relieved. She's terrifying when she's this angry.

Ted admits to sticking to the play, hoping the team would get the hang of it. You all can see the steam coming out of Rebecca's ears as he speaks, she nearly explodes when Ted says.

"But it's alright, it was a tough loss, but we still got a lot of football left in the season."

Rebecca doesn't respond, which is admittedly more scary than her screaming. She turns to you and you feel yourself shrink under her stare.

"Get your shit. We're leaving."

"Yes ma'am." You say.

She flings the door open so it slams against the bookshelf making the four of you and the team jump once more as she storms out of the locker room.

"Fuuuuck me." You say as you go to get your stuff.

"Tonight, I am not envious of you, at all." Beard says.

"Oh I am so fucked." You say back.

"Yes you are." Roy says, still looking a little scared.

"Wanna trade lives for the night?" You ask him.

"FUCK NO." He say's. "That woman is fucking terrifying right now. I'm not going near her with a three fucking meter pole."

You would laugh at how scared of her he is right now if you weren't about to get the full force of her anger the second you walk out of the building.

"Y/N!!" You hear her yell from the hall.

"Fuck, bye guys." You say running out of the office as you pull your sweatshirt over your head.

"Godspeed Spiderman." Bears says as you run past him.

"She might actually kill her." Roy says after you run out.

Ted and Beard nod at him.

"Pour one out for our fallen friend." Beard says as he pours some of his water onto the floor and takes a sip.

You meet up with Rebecca in the hall, she says nothing to you when you walk up, she just turns and walks out of the building into the carpark. You follow behind her, keeping up with her long legs and get into the car.

The car ride is uncomfortably silent. You can feel the anger radiating off of Rebecca. You lean into the door, away from her, as much as possible to make yourself smaller. The car pulls up to the house and you both get out. She opens the door and you pause for a second, convinced she's slamming the door in your face. To your surprise, she just walks in and hangs her coat up on the rack and kicks off her shoes.

You get into the house and put your stuff down, pull off your sweatshirt and take off your shoes. You hear Rebecca slam the wine cooler shut and a glass clink.

You walk into the kitchen and sit at the island opposite of her. She looks at you with daggers in her eyes and starts to walk away.

"Babe," you say.

She stops but doesn't turn around.

"I'm sorry,"

She spins around towards you.

"Sorry doesn't fucking win games y/n!"

"I know! But it wasn't my call to keep that play going. I fucking told Lasso it wasn't gonna work and he kept running it. What was I supposed to do?!"

"Your fucking job!!"

"I did!!" You yell back. "I gave him three other solid options to run and he didn't. What the fuck else did you want me to do?!"

Rebecca is nearly shaking with anger, she's holding the wine glass so tight you're genuinely concerned she's gonna break it in her hand.

"You should have done better." She says as she turns and walks into the living room.

"Oh fuck you." You say as you get up and head towards the stairs.

"EXCUSE ME?" She says, she turns around, her face red with anger.

"It's not my fucking fault we lost the game. If you want someone to blame call Ted and chew his ass out." You say as you climb the stairs.

Rebecca slams her wine glass down and follows you up the stairs. You get into the bedroom and pull your shirt off, revealing a black lace bra underneath.

"How fucking dare you-" you hear her say as she walks into the room. "Why the fuck are you wearing that?" She says, her rage filled eyes staring at your bra.

"Because, I thought we were going to win, because we fucking should have if COACH LASSO, the one you SHOULD be fucking yelling at, listened to me, and I thought it would have been a fun surprise. So much for that." You scoff as you glare at her.

"I am the OWNER-" she says walking towards her as you cut her off.

"Yes I know, you're the owner, so every loss looks bad for you. Newsflash, it looks shitty for all of us. And AGAIN, this was NOT my fault."

Rebecca closes the distance between the two of you and walks right up to you. She looks down at you, you see the anger in her eyes mix with lust as she looks at your bra.

You can't help but think of how hot she looks, even when she's pissed, her skirt perfectly hugging her wide, round hips; her button down shirt showing just enough skin to make your mouth water. You look up at her piercing green eyes as they stare straight into your soul.

"What? What the fuck else did you want me to do!" You say with an attitude.

You see something snap inside of her. She grabs you by your neck and pushes you into the wall. You're definitely taken by surprise, you never expected her to do that. After the initial rush settles, you begin to feel a wetness grow between your legs.

"Woah what the fuck!" You yell as she pins you to the wall.

She looks deep into your eyes, her green eyes go dark with lust as she leans into you.

"Rebecca what the fuck!!" You say with surprise and excitement in your voice.

She tightens her grip a little, bringing her face closer to yours. You can hear her labored breathing, her face inches from yours, you feel pulses shoot down into your core.

You're still pissed off at her for being such a bitch, but you feel your anger mixing with arousal. You get more turned on every second her hand is around your neck. She uses her thumb to turn your head away from her a little, brining your ear closer to her.

"Keep disrespecting me and you will regret it." She whispers into your ear, her voice both sultry and spiteful.

Your heart begins to beat faster, the arousal between your legs growing. Rebecca feeling your pulse rise, smirks at you with intense eyes.

"Or what?" You say looking her dead in the eyes.

Her eyes glow as she pushes her body into yours, moving her hand up to grab under your jaw. You sharply inhale as you feel the wetness between your legs grow, the pulses shooting down into your core beginning to throb.

"You will regret it." She whispers into your ear again.

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton fanfic #rebecca welton #willalove75 #ted lasso #ted lasso fic

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pullingonmyownheartstrings · 6 months

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MW3 SPOILERS!!!

MAJOR SPOILER RIGHT OFF THE BAT!!!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

My thoughts on the MW3 campaign after playing it last night. I successfully avoided spoilers and social media the whole day yesterday.

Seeing people talk about Soap's death is so weird to me. Cause as a writer, it makes sense to me.

- "His death was anticlimactic."

- "It was rushed."

- "They treated him like a side character."

- "Ghost, Price, and Gaz didn't react at all."

I think people forget that COD is propaganda for the military. In the moment, you can't grieve. You don't have that luxury. Their silence. Price's hesitant response to even say that they had a casualty. Not to mention the jump from Laswell writing up the report to the boys on a cliff woth Soap's ashes. That had to have been a couple of weeks. They had time to process their grief. They'll probably still hurt. They are going for revenge. Price already started with Shephard.

On the note of his death and how some people saying it was anticlimactic? I personally think it was perfect. We played most as Price and Soap through the whole campaign. The flashback mission to Verdansk. The moment between Price and Soap where Price said he shouldn't have stopped Soap from killing Makarov. They really put in perspective what they both put into all of this.

And for the people saying they hoped his death would be more dramatic. That wouldn't go along with how Makarov carried himself or his plans. The man constantly talked about how time was precious and everything needed to happen according to his plan to the T. He talked and talked and talked about how time was important. He wouldn't have wasted time showboating. It makes sense that he killed Soap so quickly.

His quick death was so jarring and shocking from how it was carried out. It had me sobbing for an hour on a call with friends. One friend was ahead of me and finished the campaign just to get in the call cause he knew how I was going to react. I didn't even process Makarov getting away. Silent tears rolled down my face until the moment you cut the wires and stopped the bomb. I started uncontrollably sobbing. Hearing Ghost's "Johnny..." killed me.

The game may have felt rushed due to how high paced it was. It was high stakes. Millions of lives were on the line.

I'm going to play through the campaign again. I want to take my time now that I know what's coming. Enjoy Ghost and Soap banter when they were on the island. Shove Makarov around more than I did with the Verdansk mission and take a longer moment to appreciate Ghost in his OG gear and mask.

It's still a good game. I'm not okay, and it's going to fuuuucking hurt for a bit. I have opinions on some other aspects of the game, but I don't have time to continue on at the moment. I'm on lunch at work.

Anyway, I hope everyone is doing okay after this. Please go drink water. All these tears are gonna make you dehydrated. ❤️

#cod mw3 #call of duty #mw3 spoilers #call of duty mw3 #ghost #price #gaz #soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #mw3 campaign #revenge is going to be sweet #vladimir makarov

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evermetnotforgotten · 11 months

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content warnings: explicit (drunk) consensual sex, alcohol

It's the fourth time his phone flashes that he realises—shit, it's a call, not a text. Graham doesn't need to hear a voice to know that his late-night caller has taken a trip down the neck of a bottle tonight, but as soon as he does, it’s crystal clear.

"Heeey."

Stifling a sigh Graham rubs his cheek, his jaw. He suppresses the ‘bit early to have reached the bottom, isn't it?’ "Hey, Lev."

"M'lonely." The sound of something soft hitting the floor—a pillow, a pile of clothes. "Y'should come over."

"I don't think that's a great idea."

"Why not?"

The last time had felt like a damn trap—couple hours of everything they'd both wanted and needed at the time, sure, but the unfiltered regret that had seeped from every corner of Lev the morning after had been just… unbearable. Even if Graham couldn't exactly blame him. Felt the same way.

"Please?" It's part whine, part slur. "I haven't had that much. I'm so… so, so, sober."

Graham highly, highly doubts that. "What're you drinking?"

"Cap'n Morgan. I think?"

"You think."

"Definitely. Maybe."

Yeahhh. "With?"

The tink of a glass. "Was coke… but…" But now straight. Maybe straight from the bottle.

"Could you have a glass of water or something maybe? You know… take care of yourself?"

A chuckle, low and husky. "Why don't you?"

Frowning, Graham adjusts his grip on the phone, bitter at the thrill that still hits him at a line like that. A line from him. He knows he should roll his eyes and just end the damn call, but the little voice in his head mad at being fucked with is easy to drown out.

"Lev… c'mon."

"You c'mon. Come here." More insistent this time. Less of a question, more of a statement of inevitability. "Come over."

Graham should say no. Needs to say no, for both their sakes. "I've got an early start," he tries—not all of them get wired money to support themselves with every week. Some of them have to work.

"Please?"

He should say no. Instead, he lets the sigh out before it swells enough to suffocate him. It doesn't help that tonight his ex is being especially persistent.

"Or… I could do it." A beat. "Would you like that?"

Over the line he hears the sound of bare feet on tiles. The scraping open of a door, or drawer. A clattering and clunking, and then a little whoa, fuck as someone tries to steady himself while the room's rotation shifts from clockwise to counter.

When Graham starts to piece things together, he attempts an intercept. "Okay, hey… you are really, really hammered right now—definitely too much to drive. And I don't want you to not talk to me for weeks after because of something you regret. Uh… it's fine that you called, but I really think that you should go to bed. I can call you in the morning, if you want."

"Mmm."

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Mhmm. Keep talking."

"Yeah cool, so you're not."

"I am."

"Do not drive here."

"M'not."

"Put the keys back."

The response he gets at that is a deep sigh, which curls into a little moan. Immediately, Graham feels all the warm spots on his body start to prickle, alert all at once. He's put the wrong pieces together—or put the pieces together wrong.

Oh, fuck. Oh he’s definitely done it up wrong.

"You're…"

“Told you—” and a thrilling little hitch of the breath. “I could bring it to you. Don't have to go anywhere."

The little bloop of his text tone sounds, and there's not a single thought in Graham's brain as he pulls the phone away from his ear to look at the screen, makes a bewildered little noise at the image there. Lev, framed by the bathroom mirror. Hair wet, shaping his face. Eyes heavy lidded, mouth slightly open, shirt unbuttoned. One hand up holding his phone, the other hand down, holding his—

"Did I lose you?"

He brings the voice back to his ear.

"Fuuuuck, Lev," he murmurs, eyes staring blankly at the dusty ceiling fan. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Those scars… he's kissed and licked along those neat little rows so many times before, and now he can't get every time that he's ever done such to stop playing in his mind. Every time he's massaged those shoulders, tight from stress. Every time he's taken one of those nipples into his mouth to tease it. And every time he's felt that cock press his tongue down, gently nudge the back of his throat.

“I need you.”

And there’s the little voice again. Just a little voice. This isn’t fair. But in spite of it, Graham is already fisting himself through his lounge pants, leaning his phone on his shoulder and the back of the couch in favour of biting the knuckles of his other hand. As he closes his eyes he can see the curve where hip transitions to thigh, feel the trace of fingers across his pecs, watch the other hand reaching back and down. Feel the other man's body, flush and warm, from chest to pelvis.

Can’t let him hear how this is affecting him, though. Would be a transgression. He bites his cheek to keep quiet.

"You thinking about me?"

Hesitation. Then surrender. "Yes," Graham admits.

"Naked?"

Excitement. Arousal. Fear. "Yes."

A shift through the phone, a breath. “On top of you?”

It wasn’t the first thing that had come to mind. And maybe that’s better, actually, somehow. Makes him feel like less of a predator. “Inside me.”

Another moan, and this time it sounds close enough for the wisp of breath to lick along the inside of his ear. It's followed up by a breathy “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Fuck, yeah.

"God…" The delicate crack in Lev's voice makes his whole body sing. "Love that. Spread you out on the bed. Grab you. Haah…"

A minute or so of play, but then he loses momentum. What is he doing? Not while he's drunk.

Lev seems to cotton on. "What's the matter? Not enough for you?"

"This… isn't good."

"Why?"

"I think you should go to bed. Sorry."

The rhythm of breathing on the other end of the phone pauses, leaving only silence. "Fine. I'll call Eli."

"Who's Eli?"

"Yeah, you don't get to ask that." Not angry, just disappointed. "Sorry for bothering you. G'night."

"Wait." Graham grasps at a reason, anything to keep the call going. Eli could be anyone—a hookup, most likely, but equally likely an asshole. A weirdo. A stranger taking advantage of a drunk, lonely guy. A guy who is going to hang up on him at any second…

Fuck it. He's already going to hell.

"Don't, uh. Don't do that. l'll be there in twenty."

Busy buttoning his shirt, Lev is turned away. Still, his tone is soft. Genuine. Not steeped in shame.

"Do you wanna grab something to eat? Or… coffee? Um. Unless you've gotta run."

Graham's head is throbbing—for the life of him, doesn't know how he ever used to put away that much tequila in his early twenties and still live the next day—and his mouth is dry. He puts a hand over his eyes to shield them from the crack of morning light through Lev's bedroom curtains.

He's wanted nothing more than a coffee with him for almost a year, now. But for the first time, Graham doesn't reach towards, but away. Needs to tell him. He slowly swings his legs over the side of Lev's bed.

"I'm… seeing someone. Actually."

For a long moment, there's no response. "Oh."

"We're not quite exclusive yet, so, but… yeah." Not a great sell for a new lady, a drunken one night stand with his ex. That said, Eleanor might be one of the least judgemental people he's ever met—bar Niels, maybe. She'd get it.

"Oh. Um. Sorry."

"It's okay."

Lev turns his head, but still won't look at him. The telltale signs of a closing door are inching steadily across. "I shouldn't have called. Didn't know I was getting you in trouble."

"She knows," Graham replies. "She knows there's a person in my past who I have some shared… complicated stuff, with. Nothing sensitive."

The unfortunate phrasing triggers many half-expressions to flicker across Lev's face in rapid fire.

"Shit…"

"Hey, it's okay, really."

A snap. "No it's not." Just as quick, an ease off. "It's not okay. I can't just…"

Graham would have gone to him. Six months ago, he would have thrown himself down on his knees and offered himself, all of himself, up to Lev if he wanted him back.

But right now, he's just disappointed in Lev for not asking for him sooner. And in himself, for knowing, and for coming over anyway.

"Thanks. Sorry, uh. Forget I asked. You should… go."

He dresses in silence. Doesn't turn back around at the little sniff, even though he knows exactly the acute distress about to be felt in this room.

Has felt it himself, after all.

#lgm writing #lev johnson #graham pierce #drunk sex tw #alcohol tw #angst #sorry for the sudden flurry i'm trying to finish a few things #for once

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takamikeiigos · 3 years

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• though keigo tends to be loud, seemingly carefree, and outgoing, he's convinced himself that hero work is his #1 priority and he has zero time to be getting all up in a tizzy about feelings

• this man probably doesn't even know what a long, meaningful hug feels like. but what does it matter because he's a hero, he doesn't have time to be mulling over that kinda stuff

• now don't get me wrong, keigo has all of the basic human wants and needs for love, affection, companionship, etc. but has managed to tuck those thoughts away deep in the back of his mind

• so he spends his free time alone watching movies by himself while eating takeout, or finding somewhere high on the skyline to perch upon while the breeze caresses him and gives him comfort while he's deep in his thoughts

• when it comes to his avian characteristics and needs, he knows many people don't understand so he tends to them himself

• long tiresome processes of preening his own wings, often getting aggravated when he can't reach a spot or can't get certain feathers to lay flat

• or when it's that time of the season and he continuously chooses to go through his ruts alone because he hasn't allowed himself time to slow down and properly take care of it, because he grew up too fast and exploring his own wants and needs was never an option

• let's talk about keigo nesting during a rut bc of pure instinct but suddenly coming to the harsh reality that he has no one to share it with

• ouch

• imagine the first time he meets you

• you think he's probably the most loud and obnoxious motherfucker you've ever met but he grows on you over time

• its only after spending a bit of time by his side that you realize little things about him that kinda break your heart

• he smiles and jokes around a lot, but when you catch him deep in thought or slipping you notice the vacant stares that make him seem far, far away

• or the fact that he doesn't touch people unless they prompt first, whether it's a high five or a pat on the shoulder, but his hands mostly remain in his pockets or by his sides otherwise

• so it breaks your heart even more when you go to give him a quick hug before checking out for the day and he completely tenses up, clearly not sure how to react

• it occupies most of your thoughts that night, before it finally dawns on you that keigo didn't reciprocate because he didn't know how to (not literally, of course)

• from then on you touch him more often - like gently putting your hand on his shoulder when you're reaching over him, or placing your hand on the small of his back when moving around him

• over-all you're in his space more, always standing a few inches closer so your shoulders touch or your hands brush

• but let's talk about that one time you both go on a mission together and keigo gets knocked around a lil bit

• you're finally able to catch up to him and the idiot is standing there covered in bruises, feathers missing and his hero outfit almost torn to shreds, and he has the audacity to smile at you like he didn't just get knocked into next week

• he tenses again when you run up to him and pull him into a frantic hug, worry ebbing from your entire being but grateful that he's still standing and alive

• but the exhaustion finally catches up to him and its then that his wall comes crashing down, his arms wrapping around you like he's clinging to you for dear life, and his head is resting on your shoulder, coming free of all those heavy thoughts he's been carrying with him

• things slowly change after that

• months later you two end up together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were lost but finally found, a relief of a perfect fit

• he texts you constantly - whether it's of things that remind him of you, or a picture of a cat he saw while on patrols, or even just to let you know you mean the world to him

• when you’re both together he almost always ends up being the one to initiate physical contact now, staying close in your space and his hand always rest against you

• on nights after a long day of patrolling, he'll come over and you'll put a movie on, cuddling close together on the couch while eating the most unhealthy junk food you could find to take the edge off

• you catch him smiling to himself one of those times, and when you look at him curiously, he shakes his head and laughs quietly

• "'s nothing baby bird, just nice to finally have someone to do this with"

• on another tiresome evening of patrolling, he flies through your bedroom window (you always leave it unlocked and open for him) and perches on your windowsill

• you can instantly tell something is bothering him by the way he's holding himself, his wings twitching and his body tense

• so you beckon him to come sit on your bed with you, thinking maybe a back rub will ease the tension. but when he finally sits down in front of you, the disarray of tangled feathers is the answer to your unasked questions

• you tell him to relax and he does, but when you hesitantly run your fingers against his feathers he nearly jumps out of his skin

• you pull your hand away as if it was burned and when you ask if you accidentally hurt him, he flushes and avoids eye contact

• "no! no, you didn't hurt me. they're just.. sensitive. 'm just not used to people touching them like that. but it.. it feels good"

• so you continue running your fingers through his feathers gently, making sure they're all in place and pulling the loose ones from his wings

• he’s all breathy sighs underneath your hands and you swear you hear him cooing every once in a while and your heart melts at the amount of intimacy and trust

• it turns into a ritual after rough days, and neither of you mind it

《《 NSFW 》》

• so look, i’m not saying keigo is a virgin but we're gonna keep going with this little needy & touch starved trend we got going. to each their own

• keigo loves being touched, but he also loves touching you

• i’m talking always pressing up against you when you’re both alone, face nuzzled in your neck while biting and licking, hands on your hips and squeezing

• clinging to you when you’re about to get out of bed, or sneaking into the shower with you bc he misses your warmth and is craving some skin on skin contact, his head nuzzled into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you from behind

• tbh he’s probably still half asleep as he does this, too. you basically have him completely limp in your arms when you turn to start scrubbing his hair

• i’m getting a little off topic, huh?

• he’s always trying to get your attention, especially when he knows you’re busy

• he’s almost always breathless when things get hot and heavy, nearly falling apart over a make-out session

• but when you finally get him out of his clothes and on the bed where you want him, the experience is one you want to relive forever

• he’s got this wonton facial expression, chest flushed and wings puffed out, lips parted with unspoken pleas as you touch him

• the first time you even touch his dick he nearly loses it, head tossed back and fingers gripping the sheets

• "fuck.. fuck that feels so good dove, please don't stop"

• he’s so sensitive, his skin feels like it might burst into flames because of how worked-up he's getting

• the sight of him falling apart from a simple hand job is a sight to see, something you weren't expecting to get you going but it is

• you stroke him slow, your grip just loose enough where he ends up having to work for it, all the while you're gauging his expressions

• keigo is a talker, loud and completely unashamed of the filth pouring from his lips as he fucks up into your fist, his jaw slack and his brown pinched in pleasure and concentration

• "please baby, right there. god, you feel so fucking good, please don't stop. fuuuuck"

• when you decide to touch his wings out of sheer curiosity, you weren't expecting to his reaction to turn you on as much as it did

• keigo arching off the bed with a broken "f-fuck!", yanking you forward into a harsh kiss as he moans broken please and appraisals into your mouth, whining

• he finally comes in thick spurts over your hand, his hips stuttering as he thrusts upward to milk the final drops of his come, chest heaving and breathy pants falling against your lips, his hands tangled in your hair

• touch starved, needy, and sensitive

don't get me started on my man's going into a rut. whoo, good stuff.

sorry this is so long!! i got very carried away once i got into it.

if anyone wants to request anything, please do?? i would love that, especially since I'm trying to learn more about this beautiful bird-boy. nonetheless i hope y'all enjoyed!!

♡ ky

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 79)

"Burning Memories in Massachusetts"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@crystalbaby12

Yo!! You fuckers up!?" Slim is banging on the door to the backroom of The Bus. "Wake your bitch asses up!" He continues to bang.

Luna groans, pulling the pillow over her head. Colson pulling the blankets over them. Slim continues to bang.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Colson yells after a few more minutes of banging. This stops it.

"What the hell, Man?" Luna moans, rolling into his warm body. "I'm so fucking tired of being tired..." She complains.

Colson strokes her hair, kissing her lightly on the head. "I know Kitten.... You can stay asleep until rehearsal." He offers.

"I can't." She sighs, snuggling in closer to him. Tangling her bare legs in his. "I have that meeting at 2P..."

"With the DarkWeb Guy?" He asks to her nod.

Her hand is stroking his chest, making his semi a full on. Keeping her warm under the blankets with him, his fingers begin to roam her body.

Down the curve of her waist, up her hip bone around to her plump ass. Squeezing it tight. Her coos tell him to continue. Rolling her on her back, he kisses her neck softly. Making his way to her breasts. Tonguing and flicking each peircing. Luna moans, pulling his head up.

"Come'mere." She pleads, pulling him into her mouth.

They kiss deeply. Colson moving in between her willing legs. Running his hands through her hair as he kisses her. Feeling how hard he is, Luna grabs his dick. Shifting her hips as she works him into her.

"Oh fuuuuck..." Colson let's out lowly as he buries his face into Luna's neck.

Shifting together, Colson slowly drives deep inside of her. Making them both moan. Their sex is sweet and lazy. Kisses sprinkled with closed eyes.

Their pace picks up as they both become close. Luna clinging to Colson's body. Breathing heavy, she feels the warmth of an orgasm begin to wash over her. Bucking harder against him as she grips his body.

"Oh, Bunny...." Luna breathes out.

"One more second, Kitten..." He tells her.

Pulling his closer with her thighs and arching her back. Luna makes them both cum when she clenches her walls around his thick cock.

Sighing, Colson lays on her chest to catch his breath. She strokes his hair as she closes her eyes. Enjoying the way he stays inside of her afterwards. They're just about to drift off again when there's another bang.

"We heard y'all fuck. It's time to get up." Slim hollers from the other side of the door again.

"I'm gonna murder your fucking friend." Luna states to Colson's laughter and kisses.

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Dressed in one of Colson's long sleeve t-shirts and over the knee socks, Luna follows him out of their room.

"You are not my favorite person today. At all." Luna states to Slim as she grabs a cup of coffee.

"Am I ever?" He snorts at her.

"No." She shakes her head with blunt words. "Maybe Top 5 if your lucky, but your ass is LowMan today." She continues as she climbs on the couch.

Slim and Luna have a love/hate relationship.

Slim would love to hate her. Luna can be such a raging cunt with no limit at times. Which genuinely worries him but he respects her loyalty to Kells too much. Plus, he can't help but find her fascinating when she does pop off.

Although Luna respects Slim as a person and Colson's bestfriend as a whole, she simply doesn't give a fuck. Ya like her, ya like her. Ya don't, Fuck YOU. That's pretty much been her motto her whole life. It's not changing anytime soon.

"Oh Shit!! Top 5 somedays??" Slim teases her.

"Don't hype yourself up. It's a rarity." She smirks at him. "Now what the fuck were you banging about?" She asks as she takes the joint from him. Hitting it a few times before passing it to Benny.

"Mothafucken' charts, B!" Slim hollers.

"Oh Fuck!! New music Friday!" Colson exclaims coming out of the bathroom. "Pull that shit up." He instructs anyone.

It's up and they're on it. Everything higher then before. Luna and Ashley are still sitting at #1 for their fourth week. Colson and Dom bumping up one to #2, right behind them. Bad Things is still holding the #5 slot for it's fourth week also. While THAT Type bounced from #12 up to #7, breaking into the Billboard Top 10. Keeping Hollywood Whore at #9. El Diablo jumping five slots to #13. Almost making all of their singles Top 10 Hits. The most surprising move this week is from BeBe Rexha. Break Up With Your Girlfriend sliding into #10 all the way from #22 last week.

"YOOOOO!!" Colson exclaims as he pulls a bottle of champagne from the fridge and pops it. "We murken' this shit!!"

Everyone is hype. Handing a glass over for some bubbly. Luna sits curled on the edge of the couch with her coffee, lighting a joint.

It's been said before, Luna is A.) Not a morning person and B.) Doesn't really care where she charts. Knowing how important it is to others, she shoots Ashley a LOVE text.

Plopping down beside her, Colson is like a jumping bean. Sometimes he's seriously too much.

"We're fucken' shit up, Kitten!!" He says excitedly, pulling her face over for a kiss.

"I heard..." She answers after, hitting the joint.

He chuckles at her nonchalantness. Colson knows things like this don't matter to Luna. Sometimes it makes him a little jealous. The way her art is her own. How she has no one over her shoulder with a money bag, telling her what she can and can't do.

"I'm so fucking proud of you." She smiles sweetly, wrapping her free arm around his neck to kiss him. "Ya killing the game, Son!!" She exclaims before she kisses him again. It being interrupted by his laughter.

"You're fucking awesome." He grins at her before kissing her again.

Smiling at him, she lifts her joint to his lips. Both comforted by how she knows exactly what he wants and needs.

Two more bottles of champagne are popped. Everyone is pumped and beyond excited for Hotel Diablo's debut. Luna pulls Slim, Rook and Baze in for a group hug.

"Thanks." She tells them, kissing each of their cheeks.

With a cocked eye Slim asks "For what?"

"Because THAT Type is US. WE got a #7 hit, not me. That's was all us. From my lyrics to you guys helping figure out the beat to how you recorded me, back to Rook's directorial fucking debut!!" She beams, pulling them in close again as she kisses their grinning cheeks.

"Yo!!" Colson shouts, grabbing their attention.

Turning towards him, Luna pulls them back. "Don't forget. You're #1 too. All of us. We murked that Motherfucker."

Before they can respond, Colson stands up on one of the couches. He's so tall he has to duck down as he starts belting out Queen.

🎶WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS🎶

The whole Bus, including Luna, Baze, Rook and Slim start singing along with him. Arms over each other's shoulders. Swaying as they sing and grin.

🎶AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING. TILL THE END🎶

The group of friends bellow in happiness together. One grabbing another's shoulder until everyone is linked. All of them singing loudly.

🎶WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS🎶

Slim quickly pecks Luna on the cheek as he grins through the next lyrics.

🎶NO TIME FOR LOSERS🎶

🎶Cause we are the Champions🎶

Laughing, they all belt out loud and horribly.

🎶OF THE WORRRRRRLD🎶

Bursting into uproarious laughter, they all hug each other before toasting their success again.

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The band heads to The Palladium. Luna gets dressed for her meeting with Travis.

Getting stoned as usual, she showers on The Bus. Which sucks. Sipping on champagne, Luna bangs three 30s before she throws on skinnies and green hoodie. Pulling on her Vans and red baseball hat, Luna grabs her board. Out The Bus's doors she goes.

Hitting the streets of Worcester, Luna skates over to meet Travis. Grinding, rail sliding and ollieing the whole way. Ripping through the town, things start to look oddly familiar to Luna. She can't place why though.

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Meeting Travis in the back of the diner, he's nervous. Luna pops a untraceable hotspot to his relief. They decline any food. Asking only for water and coffee.

"Okay..." Travis begins feeling more secure over Luna's line. "We're up but not Live." He explains.

Typing on his laptop, he shows Luna the logistics of getting to the site. In the search bar with no www. if you type in h2h it automatically directs you to the site. Travis explaining he chose h2h as help to help. Luna thinks it's perfect.

Travis goes on to talk about the protection of the site. For both it's patients and providers. The way he had figured it, they would enter their phone number in the box to submit. He explains that almost like a RoboCaller, he has a device to weed out contracted lines from disposable ones. Hoping this will keep the police off their trail.

His idea is, once the phone number's entered and its confirmed as a secure line, the program then texts another link, asking to provide ID for both the patient and the buddy accompanying them.

Luna's confused by this. Travis explains his idea. In order to keep everyone safe, patients need to be vetted. Not for criminal reasons but to make sure it's not a part of a sting. He goes on to explain how the accompanying buddy is to make the patient feel safe because ultimately, he thinks they should be picked up at a third party location. Never knowing where the facility is. His idea is that they would be safely transported, treated and returned. Ideally placing neither party in danger.

Luna thinks this is ingenious. Praising his thoughts, efforts and work. Next is how to get the word out. They're thinking old school. Graffiti, stickers, word of mouth. The question is how to be clever about it....

Having an idea, Luna pulls up a photo of Persephone.

Knowing the truth behind the Greek mythology and wondering about her fish, she suggest they use Persephone with a simple h2h on the bottom for stickers.

Luna not worried about tagging the diluted state of AL with the message. Nor worried about walking the streets or into shelters to spread the word.

Her only obstacle being, that her line is secure enough to reassure the doctors of any unexpected repercussions.

Travis can't help but admire Luna's ideas and dedication. Her enthusiasm solidifying what he does. The two depart satisfied. Both agreeing to not go Live until Luna is confident in the Drs agreeance.

Luna leaving the waitress a twenty for her. Part for her discretion. Mostly for her profession.

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Standing outside the diner, Luna's body guides her. Finding herself outside of Colombo Park, Luna's flooded by emotions. She's been here before.

Things weren't always rough with Justin. Like life with any addiction, it had it's cycles. He could be clean for a month or he could be clean for 18... It was all a guessing game. When it was good. It was fucking fantastic. Luna could see her bestfriend again in those crystal blue eyes. One of those times was in Massachusetts.

Luna being obsessed with odd things, Justin had obliged her a roadtrip to Salem. Making a pitstop in Worcester. Stopping to eat and get stoned in this same park.

Luna finds the treeline they sat along.

Laying down on the cool ground, She lights a joint. Mind drifting to Them.

"Hi." Luna says into the air in a tiny voice. Running her fingers through the grass, she continues to talk. "I miss you... So fucking much." Luna starts to gently sob. The last couple of days catching up with her. "I hope you're okay. Sometimes I think I am, but I don't really know." She tries to catch her breath. "Things are really weird in my life right now. It's like our bubble popped when I left home and now I'm splattered everywhere. For all too see. Fuck. I have a number one single right now, Babe. Like, what the fuck is that? How much more anti-me could could I be??" She asks the light breeze. "Everything is so big and excessive. I miss being quiet so much......" She trails off, pulling her hood over her head.

Thinking of the nights her and Justin would hang out at home, creating together or meeting up with Mack, Tim and everyone else for small intimate performances, dinners, drinks or whatever..... Wistful plots of them overthrowing their government.... Marching through Manhattan together protesting against Trump's inauguration... Drunkenly laughing as they planned strategies for The Zombopocolypse.... Luna's breath shudders. "Fuck." She thinks as the tears drop.

"I'm getting married. Never thought I'd say that...." She sniffles. "Not really an Us kind of thing, hunh...?" Luna stares up at the clouds for any sign from her dead lover. "I love him. And he asked. And I wanted to say Yes." Luna bites her lip, trying to fight the new tears. "You two are so fucking different but have these same strange similarities." Luna sighs through the pain in her heart thinking of them both. "You wouldn't believe my life anymore.... You'd probably make fun of me for being a fucking sell out." She chuckles lightly. "Ugh. We were such fucking snobs."

Luna lays on her back, staring at the sky. Remembering what it was like to be obscure. She can't breathe as her heart rips apart thinking of a time when she was more important to Justin than any other substance.

Tears dripping out of the sides of her eyes. Trying to control her breathing, just as a cardinal lands upon the tip of her Van. The bird sits as they stare at each other for a moment. Adjusting it's self, the cardinal cranes it's head, peering at her for what feels like an eternity. Another bird sqwauks from above, causing it to turn it's head. Looking back to her, the cardinal stares again before blinking at Luna and flying away.

"Bye." She whispers. Noticing she can breath again.

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Colson and Tech are working through some difficulties when Luna pops in at The Palladium.

Luna heads to the bus and changes. She's warm from her emotions and skating through town. Throwing on black shorts and mini cowboy boots. She sits for a minute. Getting high while she thinks of Colson and Justin. Two completely different beings but both owning a piece of her heart.

Walking off of The Bus, Luna stops. Snapping a picture of her legs. Sitting down on The Bus's steps she manipulates the photo before she Snaps it to Ashley.

Before she makes it into the venue Ash Snaps her back.

Laughing, Luna calls her as she walks into the venue. Ashley has a show in Mexico City on the 24th that she wants Luna with her for.

Not knowing anyone's schedule, Luna agrees. She had already said if Ashley leads, she'll follow on this one. Luna's never been one to go against her word.

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It's rounding out 6P. The Band goes on at 8P. Backstage is hectic as always.

Colson flying. He's been bumping the half ounce from Philly. Moving and talking quicker then his usual mile a minute.

Luna notices the change but can't put her finger on it. If she doesn't know EXACTLY what the fuck she's speaking on, Luna won't say a word. So, she does as she always has. Watches and waits. Until she KNOWS something of substance.

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Colson kisses Luna with an unusual jitter before he hits the stage. She knows he lives off of amphetamines but this is the first time she's felt it.

Standing with Ashleigh as usual on the side of the stage, Luna goes against her better judgment.

"He aight?" She asks Ashleigh.

She gives Luna an odd look. "Yeah... Why?"

Luna respects Ashleigh too much to simply snap on her. Choosing her words wisely.

Luna shakes her off with a "He seems different." Before turning to give Ashleigh with a stern, unamused look.

"That's just Kells.." Ashleigh tries to reassure her.

Luna's not having that bullshit. Grabbing Ashleigh's elbow, she looks her directly in the eye.

"Don't fuck with me." She warns.

Ashleigh never being on the receiving end of Luna's maddness. She easily submits.

"I'm NOT!!" She exclaims. "I don't know half of what the fuck he does!! Unless he tells me!"

"I'm sorry." Luna immediately relents. "He's not right though...." Luna trails off.

Appreciating how Luna can tell the difference in Kells like she can, she slides her arm around Luna's waist.

"You're a smart cookie, Loons. And I truly love you."

Ashleigh's words distract Luna. Her heart exploding like The Grich's. She adores Ashleigh. Not only as a woman but THE woman who manages to keep Colson in direction.

"I love you too, Ash. You're my G-H... Get Higher!!" Luna laughs hugging her tightly. "I gotta change. Thank you though. For simply being you." Luna kisses Ashleigh's cheek and disappears before she has a chance to respond.

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Colson and The Boys rage. Flying through their beginning setlist.

Sex Drive being an unknown but welcome treat to his family. Kicking in with the same opening of Habits and Bad News 2. Ripping into El Diablo. Colson's shirt being lost during. LOCO, GTS and Wild Boy following.

Lighting a joint as he starts Let You Go, Colson glances over to find Luna's body SideStage.

"That's MY girl." He grins. Looking over to sing certain lyrics to her.

He changes the lyrics again on Candy and Hollywood Whore. Promising he'll only get a Wife because She's the Baddest Bitch He Trusts.

Fittingly so, considering he quiets the crowd down after.

"Yo, Yo, Yo!!" He shouts "FAM!!!"

Luna begins to play the opening chords of Bad Things on the piano.

"This Bitch. This Bitch is who I trust." Colson declares as he walks over to kiss Luna. "You know when you got a RideOrDie, right? You just feel it." He declares, lifting Luna's chin for another kiss. "THIS." He dips down to kiss Luna again, tears welling in his eyes. "Is my RideOrDie. My Now or Never." He chuckles at his reference to Ashley. "My Mary J to my Meth... Tell em, Kitten."

Luna opens up flawlessly. Voice strong and thick. Colson taking her CenterStage. Displaying her like a doll as he raps. Until the chorus and Band slam.

Luna is no one's doll. She commands Colson and the audience. They're hers as she prances around the stage. Pushing against Colson to assert her dominance. Her voice striking the lyrics as she teases him. This is HER stage. She does what the fuck she wants. Skipping and shouting to the crowd. Integrating them into her lyrics.

There's a different feel to their set. Luna's in rare form. Not touching him as much but egging the crowd more. Colson watches her in awe. She has no trouble commanding his crowd of over 2K people.

Allowing him to stand behind her, they belt the ending lyrics together.

🎶I'm all in🎶

🎶There is no maybe🎶

Luna turns and grips Colson. Her tongue dipping deep inside his overwhelmed mouth. Taking anything and EVERYTHING she wants.

Colson has no breath when she's done. Grabbing his mic, she shouts Thank You. Sliding her hand down his loose jeans, she rolls his balls in her fingers.

"You're on" She whispers before shoving the mic in his loose hand and disappearing off stage.

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Colson and The Band continue to destroy the audience. Ripping them apart as they perform See Through My Tears, and Till I Die.

Rook's performance of ShoutAt The Devil is easily becoming one of Luna's favorite.

Colson goes on to perform Rap Devil and Till I Die. Slamming through Golden God, Alpha Omega, Lately, Bad Motherfucker, Wake&Bake, 27 and Sail.

The lights go down to the crowds moans. Looking at Luna, he pulls up a stool next to his only mic.

In the dark he starts to speak. "I covered this because it hits home.... Loons. Please." He taps the stool next to him on stage. Arena still dark.

Heart pounding, Luna walks on stage. Taking Colson's hand as she slides onto the stool. His smile is to sweet to resist as he runs his hand along her skull. Bringing her in for a kiss.

He sits the microphone just over Luna's right shoulder. He knows that's the good one.

"Ready?" He asks the band before he starts to strum

🎶I've been watching you🎶

🎶For some time🎶

🎶Can't stop staring🎶

🎶At those ocean eyes🎶

Luna's heart swells as tears well her eyes. There's an honesty between them to the cover. Both of them knowing it all too well.

Colson ends to the crowd's cheers and Luna's tears. It touching them each in different ways.

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For the first time, Luna and Colson walk of stage calm. There was something about Billie's cover that hit them hard.

In his dressing room, they're soft and delicate with each other. A welcome but strange change from their norm.

Instead of bending Luna in front of a mirror, he lays her down. Wanting to take his time with her. Sucking on her neck and kissing her lips. Moving down to her collarbone. He can feel her pulse for him. Moaning as she juts her hips towards him.

They're interrupted by a BANG and YO!!!

Irritated, Luna knees Colson. "Fix your shit." She tells him.

Climbing off of her, he notices the doorknob is hot. Not wanting to panic Luna, he looks around, thinking quickly.

"Baby. We gotta move." He tells her.

"Why the fuck are you calling me Baby?" Luna asks immediately alarmed.

Wrapping his elbow, he busts out their dressing room window. It's a small basement window. Most wouldn't make it out but he knows him and Luna can.

"Colson..?" Luna asks.

This is the first time he's ever seen her scared. Collecting their things and throwing them through the window, he makes sure to hit any shards hanging.

"Baby. I know you don't like that word. But we gotta move. You gotta go out that window."

Luna's eyes are wide. She doesn't know what's happening. Her breath starts to pick up as her body freezes.

Colson takes her face in his hands. He can feel her shaking.

"LUNA. It's okay." He reassures her, only having time to push her towards the tiny window. "Go, Baby. Go!" He hoists her out.

Stunned and unusually scared, Luna grips the Earth as Colson shoves her on to it. The night's air snapping her back, she turns and bgrabs Colson's shoulders. Pulling him out behind her.

Breathing hard with him between her legs, Luna shouts "What the FUCK WAS THAT!!!" as tears of fear and rage drop from her eyes.

Gripping Colson against her, she doesn't know what the fuck just happened.

Benny appears, dragging them both away before the whole building goes up in flames.

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Once Colson and The Band had finished, someone threw a Moltov cocktail. The fire catching on to the extra drinks left over from their set. Exploding the whole stage.

Slim had grabbed Ashleigh. Rook, AJ and Baze making a quick exit with them.

Benny banging on Colson's door to no answer. Fucked up, he headed outside. Luna and Kells being his only concern.

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Relieved to see Benny, with Colson between her legs. Luna doesn't know what THE FUCK is going on.

Benny pulls them both up. Colson to his feet, then scooping Luna in his arms.

"We OUT, DAWG!!" He shouts to Colson, who's collecting the couple's things.

Luna's not normally a ballsack but this is too much. Burying her face in Benny's neck, she holds tight. Not knowing what to expect.

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The Bus is shook. The only one who speaks is Ashleigh. And she's fucking livid.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAAAAAAT!!!!!!" She screams. "I gotta fucking kid now, you motherfuckers. I'm more than just your BITCH!!! WE COULD'VE FUCKING DIED!!! AND FOR WHAT!??!" She explodes.

No one has anything to say. Luna is shook. Curled in a corner on the couch next to Colson. He's speechless. Slim sits next to him, silently shocked by the night's events. Narrowly making it out, Rook and Baze have their own thoughts. AJ is silent. He didn't sign up for this shit.

Realizing it's his duty, Colson collects himself. Standing up he hugs his friend.

"I'm sorry, Ash. I don't know what happened. I thought shit was all good..."

Everything inside of Colson is on the verge of breaking. They almost died. All of them. Him. Rook. Slim... He can't bring himself to think of the loss of Luna or Ashleigh.

Ashleigh shakes her head. "That wasn't you Kells." Sighing, she adds "I don't know who the fuck that was." A rare tear dropping from her eye.

Colson pulls his friend closer. Knowing somehow it was him.

"Can we all sleep together tonight, please?" Luna asks in a weird tone.

Agreeing they fold up whatever tables, dragging out mattresses.

Sitting on the couch amongst the tons of mattresses, Luna can't help but giggle. It's a defense mechanism. So is smoking pot.

"It's SLEEPOVER TIME BITCHES!!!" She grins at the group of them piled into the front of The Bus as she lights a joint.

"I'll tell you a scary story if you tell me one....." She grins, hitting it.

Luna's trying to claim her sanity and lighten their near death experience.

"BITCH, WE ALMOST DIIIED!!!" Ashleigh shouts out.

"I knoooow.... But we didn't. So shut the FUCK up."

This being the first time Luna has ever gotten loud with Ashleigh. The second time tonight that she's gotten real.

"I'm sorry... I know shit was fucked up tonight." Luna opens up the end of the blanket wrapped around her. "I have weed and xanax..." She smiles as Ashleigh climbs in.

Luna hugs her with a genuine I'm Sorry to Ashleigh's acceptance.

Crowded together like it's Summer Camp, the eight of them spook each other out. Ashleigh calming down after a football. Laughing and passing joints as they tell or make up stories. Fuck Massachusetts, they decide. Ain't Nobody got shit on US.

ESPECIALLY FUCKING Massachusetts.

Curled up snug, hitting joints passed to her, Ashleigh enjoys the Summer Camp sleepover. Feeling secure before she falls asleep, she shouts to Luna's relief and everyone's laughter.

"FUUUCK WORCESTER!!!!"

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Rolling over into Luna, on a bus littered by Assholes. Ashleigh thinks how she wouldn't trade her hand of fools for a deck of Aces any day.

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To be continued....

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 85 Xs1)

"Day 12: Chicago"

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Considering how intoxicated they got all day and night yesterday, it's surprising that Luna and Colson are awake before any kind of knock hits their hotel room door. It's probably because of the uncomfortable, tangled positions they'd found themselves in from last night.

Getting comfortable at the top of the bed, they snuggle together. Colson running his fingers through her golden hair as they talk about different things. He wants to fly his tattoo guy out to meet them in Kansas City on Thursday.

"Think it'll hurt?" Colson asks Luna about the head tattoo he wants.

"Hmmmmph...." Luna giggles to herself.

Remembering the pain, Luna touches the back of her head. Just above the divit that slopes into her neck, at the very base of her skull, about three fingers wide and long, she has the replica of an old CA license plate tattooed there. Instead of numbers, it has the word WARD, like a vanity plate. A registration sticker sits expiring in the bottom right corner on June of 1999. The hidden piece is the only ink Luna has for her mother.

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Known as Lizard or Izzy. Patti and Robert never named their daughter. The forgotten baby was named by a nun in the orphanage she was raised in. Never being adopted and always a ward of the state, Luna's mother's name legally became Elizabeth Ann Ward. Patti feeling immense guilt when her daughter contacted her regarding her grandchild, she legally changed Luna's name as soon as she adopted her after Izzy's death. The marking being the first tattoo Luna ever got. Never forgetting her true home. Or that first sense of insatiable pain. Always keeping her hair long, only three other people know that she has it. One of them being the artist. Colson isn't one and neither is her grandmother. Having gotten it done the summer she turned 14yrs old with Jackson and Opie, the undercut grew out just enough by time she'd come home to NY. That wasn't the only first for Luna in The Summer of 2005. That same year, Jackson got his first bike, teaching her how to ride and handle a gun. It was also the first time Luna ever had sex. Popping her cherry with Jackson on a warm late July night. It had been a wild summer filled with surprises, love and rebellion. Luna gaining and losing many different things in those three months. Springing into action a long series of events.

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"YEAH. On the back of your skull? You're gonna feel that vibration through your teeth, eyes, ears... It's gonna hurt like a Motherfucker." Luna says with a smile playing on her lips.

"Shit, I didn't think of it like that..." Colson admits, not noticing Luna's detail.

"You'll be fine. Don't act like you don't like a little pain." Luna lifts up, biting his lip.

"Mmm... " Colson pulls Luna into him.

Kissing her deeply, Luna feels her body flush. Pushing up and climbing on top of him, she pins him down against the bed. Lightly biting along his neck. Each one a little harder as she makes her way to his nipples. Making Colson laugh and squirm as she drags her hands down his body as she bites his tattooed sides and stomach.

Holding his hard dick and excited eyes, Luna licks the bottom of him from base to tip with her wide, sopping tongue. Keeping his eyes in place with her antagonizing blue, Colson groans out. She gives him a wicked smile and a devious look before she lightly squeezes his cock and sinks her teeth into the meat of his thigh. Hard but not too hard.

"Ahh!! You fucking bitch!" He jerks. Laughing, while grabbing her. Colson carefully lifting and flipping Luna on to her back. "I'm gonna fuck you up!" He claims as she giggles.

Holding her down, with one large hand planted in the middle of her chest with a long arm, Colson slips his tongue up through the warm folds of Luna's pussy. Tasting peaches, he smiles before biting her back on her thigh.

"Motherfucker!!" Luna shrieks

Colson throws both of her legs over his shoulders. Coming back up to her face, he presses his tongue into her mouth. Aggressively kissing her as he holds her down.

Enjoying his dominance, Luna finds his cock with her hands. Grabbing it, she shifts her hips as she guides him inside. Pulling his blonde hair back, making him groan out as he starts to fuck her.

"Jesus FUCKING Christ, Loons!!" Colson growls into her ear, as he pulls out of her grasp to gnaw on her neck.

Luna claws the tops his arms, keeping her left leg straight. Her right leg grips his neck, curve of her foot resting perfectly on the back of his head. Driving into her deeply. Colson and Luna buck against each other hard as their teeth nip and hands grab at each other's bodies.

"Fuck. Oh, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUUUUCK MEEEE!!!" Luna cries as Colson happily follows directions.

Making them both cum. Dropping her legs from his shoulders, Colson stays between them. Laying on Luna's right collarbone. He can see the bandage for her gunshot wound.

"Fuck..." His stomach churns as he looks in the other direction. Hating everything about it.

"Do you need a dress?" Colson pops his head up after a moment.

"A dress?" Luna asks, confused.

"Yeah... For the wedding. Shit. I guess you need two, hunh? He moves off of her to lay on his side.

"Awww..." Luna kisses his sweet lips. "Yeah... I uh, I don't know yet. I have an idea of what I want... But... I don't know... You?" She asks.

They haven't made any solid plans regarding either event. The only thing in place is their word, a twisted guitar string, an already scheduled festival and an almost dual residency for one of them. All with the idea of being legally married sometime next month.

"Don't you dress me?" Colson honestly asks her.

"Are you fucking five?" Luna asks him with a gnarly look. "Am I supposed to dress you?" She gives him a terrified look.

Both of them laugh, neither knowing what the fuck they're doing. THIS is gonna be a hot mess, they agree.

"We need help." Luna admits. "At least for after TownHall... We can wing EstFest."

Colson agrees with her again. They want to have a gathering afterwards at The Cleveland House for those who attend the small ceremony.

Wrapping his arm around Luna, pulling her into his chest, Colson kisses her head.

"We're getten' married, Kitten." He hums into into the top of her head.

Luna smiles, resting deeper into him. A wave of euphoria washing over her. A happy Yup escaping her lips. Neither of them ever expecting this in their lifetime. Colson a forever player. Luna thinking her heart was broken.

Hearing the knock, they get up. Burning and banging it out again in the shower. Luna snorting Percocets as Colson rails his own Adderalls.

Passing joints back and forth as they get dressed. Colson in loose grey pants and a Metallica shirt. Luna in all black skinnies and a tank.

Sliding on her red Vans, she pulls on the red baseball hat and her leather. Colson slapping her ass as she yelps walking out the door.

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Colson's playing a sold out show at the Aragon Ballroom tonight.

As The Crew and Tech finish setting up, Luna and everyone hangs out in the parking lot. Most of them boarding around. All of them burning.

Luna stops as she feels her phone ring. It's her grandmother. Leaning up against the wall, Luna takes it.

"Hey Mom-Mom..." She greets Patti.

Patti asks Luna how the tour's going. Luna telling her Wild, like any other. Her Mom-Mom always appreciating Luna's candidness. They go on to touch base that Luna spoke to her therapist, Kylie, last week. She reassures her grandma that she did and will this week also. With that Patti cuts to the chase. She wants Luna to do her a favor. Luna hates her grandmother's favors.

"Seriously, Mom-mom?" Luna sighs with annoyance.

Patti wants her to fly out to NY next Tuesday and appear on Ellen. Always thinking her connections are the right move for her granddaughter's career. It's exactly how Luna ended up on Riot Records.

"What if Ash isn't available?" Luna tries to wiggle out of it.

Her grandmother pisses her off when she tells her that's Just Fine, Ellen wants to interview her, not Ashley.

"What the FUCK, Mom-mom? You know I don't like doing interviews. And on fucking daytime TV. You gotta stop doing this shit to me, Man. Did I not just flip shit in my room over feeling too looked at.....? You fucking suck right now....." Luna complains.

Pressing on Patti tells her it's good exposure for Nightmare and her cause. That Luna knows Ellen as a family friend and that she won't cross any boundaries. Sometimes she can be an old dick.

"Yeah. Clearly you've never watched her show." Luna angrily retorts. "I'll do this one, but Mom-Mom, that's IT. DO NOT commit me to anything else before asking me first." Pressing it even further, Luna throws in a zinger. "What did you always tell me?... Hm? Not to ASSUME anything... because it makes an Ass outta You and Me.... Next time, I'm gonna say No and you're gonna be mad when you look like an Asshole." Luna tells the older woman.

Blowing Luna's threats off, her grandmother tells her to watch her for the producers phone call and that she'll see her when she gets home. They exchange I Love Yous and GoodByes before hanging up. Still leaning against the wall, Luna grabs her skateboard and looks down. Thinking about her conversation with her grandmother.

"This is fucking bullshit.... I don't wanna fucking go on TV.... Ahhhhh!!!" Her brain screams. "Ash better be able to fucking come."

Calling Ashley, she can't. She'll be in Europe somewhere with Dom. Luna zones out of the conversation once she doesn't hear what she wants.

"MOTHERFUCKER.." Is all she can think.

Colson had noticed when Luna had first stopped skating. Looking over at her again, he stops himself. Holding his board, he watches her. She seems irritated by whoever's on the phone.

"Nobody better be fucking with her." He thinks, dropping his deck to skate over to Luna. "And it better not be fucking Tommy.... Or Jackson..." Colson can feel a fire lighting in his belly.

"What's up, Kitten?" He asks.

Gliding up to her, as he stops. One foot on his board, the other on the ground. Letting her's rest against her leg as wraps his long arms around her body.

"My fucking grandmom booked me on Ellen next Tuesday and Ash can't go with me." Luna complains into his chest.

"Shit? Again without asking?" Colson pulls her out of his chest.

"Yeah..." Luna sighs.

"Come're." Colson tells her.

They both let their boards go as he lifts her up. Luna wraps her arms and legs around his naked upper body. Burying her face into his neck. Inhaling his sweet aroma. The mixture of coffee, weed and his deodorant makes her nipples hard.

"I fucking hate when she does this." She whines.

"I know, Kitten." Colson comforts her as he kisses the side of her hat. "You just performing or you gotta sit down too?" He asks.

"I gotta sit dooowwn..." Luna continues to pout.

Colson can't help but chuckle. Luna tells him to Shut Up as her phone rings again. It's another NY number.

Sliding off of him, she takes the call as he skates off. Giving her a minute. It's the producers from The Ellen Show. They want Luna to perform Nightmare and THAT Type along with an interview. Luna agrees to all but THAT Type. She refuses to continue fueling this Bleta flame. Guaranteeing she'll have something for two sets, Luna unhappily hangs up.

"And now I gotta write a whole new FUCKING song...." Luna thinks, annoyed.

Flipping her deck over she goes to find Sam. She's rail sliding, ollieing and skating around the parking lot with Colson, Rook and Baze. Luna decides against saying anything at the moment. Choosing to rip her emotions out using the trucks beneath her feet instead.

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Inside the ballroom, Colson goes over last minute specifics with Tech before he hits a light rehearsal with The Band.

They don't really need it, but they like to check the acoustics in new venues. Watching from SideStage, Colson asks Luna if she wants to try out What I Got.

"Yeah, why not? I wanna play lead on this one though." Luna says, tossing off her hat with her leather.

Walking over, she picks up a guitar and slides the strap over her shoulder. Striking it. She begins to play a different song with her own lyrics.

🎶Luna's 26yrs old🎶

🎶But Tuesday🎶

🎶She'll be a whore🎶

🎶Even though she already🎶

🎶Knows🎶

🎶It's fucking the wrong way🎶

Luna stares at Colson as she snarls at the next lyrics. She's still pissed at her grandmother.

🎶Don't be afraid🎶

🎶In the quickness🎶

🎶You get laid🎶

🎶For your family🎶

🎶Get paid🎶

🎶It's the Fucking wrong way🎶

Letting the guitar hang off of her, Luna sighs. Arms rests on the Fender. The 30s and time help Luna not notice the light pain in her shoulder. Colson walks over and kisses her forehead.

"I don't think that's really a duet, Kitty." He says with a small smile.

"I know..." Luna sighs again. "I'm just frustrated. I gotta come up with a second song by Tuesday."

Leaning the top of her her head into his chest as the instrument separates them. He rubs her back asking her Why. Understanding when she explains not wanting to use THAT Type.

"What about the one you sent me? Brooklyn Bitch?" He asks, lifting her face by the chin.

Looking up at him she says No, pulling away. Hands flittering in frustration. She'd have to change too many things and it's the complete opposite tone and message of Nightmare. Whatever it is, it needs to send it's own independent, strong musical statement. Another reason she doesn't want to use THAT Type, it's negative as all hell towards women and so far removed from Luna's platform. She needs something new. Something to hold hands with Nightmare. Sighing again, she places her head back against Colson's bare chest.

"Wanna put figuring out a cover on hold for a sec? So you can write this one?" He asks.

Looking up again, she asks If He Minds. Shaking his head, Colson leans down to kiss Luna. Lifting the guitar from around her neck.

"Come on... Lemme get you high, Baby Girl." He smirks.

Slapping her ass. He grabs one cheek, holding it tightly as they walk across stage.

Rolling her eyes, she feels her pussy swell from his grasp. Luna loves the way he man handles her sometimes, even distracted.

"I fucking hate when you call me that." She complains.

There is ONE person who calls Luna Baby Girl and they're the highest on her shit list.

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Sitting on one of the couches on The Bus, Colson fires Luna up a joint. Handing it to her, he lights his own. Slouching down, Luna hits it as she kicks off her Vans. Swinging herself around, Luna lays back on the couch as she places her legs across his lap.

Colson slips her socks off and starts rubbing her slender feet. Pressing his large thumbs into her balls and high arches. Both still getting high. Luna closes her eyes, running her left foot over Colson's semi until he can't stand it anymore. Fully hard, he looks over at her asking Yeah to her smirk and shrug.

"YEAH!!" Colson shouts as he pounces on her.

Tickling and kissing her all over, Luna wiggles and laughs as they try to undress each other. Scooching all over the couch. Colson pulls her skinny jeans off and throws them across The Bus.

"Was that really necessary?" Luna laughs.

"Yes." Colson confirms as he dives back on to her.

Kissing and teasing each other, they wrestle around on the couch. Luna squirms too far off it, taking them both down onto the floor with a THUD.

With more space to control her, Colson bites Luna's neck as he dips his cock inside of her. Luna thrusts her hips up into him as she moans out in pleasure. They're tongues play in each other's mouths as they move their bodies together. Pulling back, Colson grins down at Luna.

"Told you I'd fuck you on the floor." He smirks.

"You motherfucker!" Luna bursts.

Gripping his waist with the leg wrapped around it, Luna pushes off with her right. She rolls them over using her right arm as leverage and left for force. Popping his dick back inside of herself once she's on top, she pulls up her right knee to protect her new crab. Dropping her hips and left leg, Luna pushes Colson all the way inside of her. Pressing on his chest with her hands, she rocks her hips in a titled circle.

"Who's fucking who on the floor now, C!" Luna taunts his groans.

"You're such a fucking biitchh..." He growls, enjoying her pussy controlling his cock.

"Yeah. But you love this fucking BITCH, don't you?" Luna provokes Colson while riding him faster. "Don't you."

Colson grips her hips tighter with a loud Yes. Bucking hard against him, they're both on the verge of cumming.

"Say it." She demands.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" Colson shouts as Luna fucks him with authority.

"FUCK YEAH, YOU DO!!" She cries out before they both cum. "Holy Fuck balls, Bunny...."

Luna pants, dangling her head backwards as she leans her hands on his thighs. Still grinding into him. Colson admires her heaving chest and enjoys her warm pussy and soft moans.

She's startled when he comes flying up, wrapping his arms around Luna's body when he hears The Bus doors open. Quickly tucking her inside of him, she's not sure what's going on until she hears his firm YO.

Next comes a "Bullet? What the fuck, DUDE? Why... You know what.... Get the fuck out, I'll be talk to you in a minute." Colson says to whomever walked onto The Bus.

"Who the hell was that?" Luna asks once he releases her.

Colson runs his hands through her hair. Pulling her in for another kiss.

"My boy, Bullet... Come on, let's get dressed. I'll introduce you." He tells her before he kisses her again.

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"MY MAN!!" Colson exclaims dapping and hugging a large bald man.

The guy is HUGE. Benny and Colson are the same height but Benny's got an easy 150lbs on Colson. This dude that Luna's watching, has at least another three inches on them both. An easy fifty pounds if not more of solid muscle on Benny. He's not huge, this man is a mountain.

"Kitten!" Colson catches her attention. "This is Bullet. Bullet, meet Luna Smith, THAT Brooklyn Bitch. And as of next month my fucking WIFE." He grins with pride.

"Hi!" Luna gives the man a bright smile as she shakes his hand. "How do you guys know each other?" She asks.

Colson explains how Bullet is his other bodyguard.

"Ooohh... They called in you cause of OUR reckless asses." Luna calls him right out, putting two and two together.

"Naaahhhh..." Bullet shakes his head with a smirk.

"Mhhm... Well, at least we greeted you with a fucking bang-bang." She snarks, making Colson and Bullet erupt into laughter. "I gotta start working on this song. Catch you in a bit?" Luna asks as she kisses Colson.

He nods in agreement, kissing her back as she tells Bullet It's A Pleasure. Heading off to find Sam.

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"Imma like this one..... She's a little pistol." Bullet thinks of his first impression of Luna. Noticing how Kells had stopped to cover her tattooed body when he walked in on them. He'd never done that before with any other female Bullet's walked in on him with. Just kept on fucking. "If she is what they say she is, I guess I'd wanna keep that ass to myself too." He muses to himself. Acknowledging that Kells's Girl is not only sassy but STACKED as he watches her walk away.

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🎶Did we ask//You for It//When we begged//Was it nice//While we were//Asking for It//Did we beg you twice🎶

Luna's in Colson's dressing room, sitting on the floor with her guitar, notebook, a joint and a pen. She's trying to write a new song. Wanting the same message as Nightmare, but melodic wise is trying to return to her roots. That raw energy. She doesn't want any mixing done. Just to run it straight through. That hard hitting garage feel.

"FUCK.... I'm so glad Sam's already here. I need a fucking bassist..... There's no way I'm pulling Tim in for this....." She thinks as a pain shoots through her heart.

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Luna's original band, Dysfunctional Baggage consisted of four members. Luna on lead guitar and vocals. Justin on rhythm guitar and back up vocals. Sam, obviously being the drummer and Tim, Justin's bestfriend, their bassist. They had formed in 2011. Playing local NYC spots. Doing small East Coast tours. None of them wanting to be famous, having only the need to create music. And they did. A lot. The Band cut four albums on their own before they disbanded in 2015. Justin and Tim's addictions overshadowing their work. That's when Patti pushed Luna onto Riot Records as a solo artist. Locking her into a four year, three record contract. Sam had stuck with Luna as an unsigned artist, not wanting to be pigeonholed but still create with her friend. Having lost Justin within the first year of her contract, the three records sound nothing like Luna. They're very dark and bluesy instead of energetic and empowering. Justin's suicide never going public but Luna's words making it abundantly clear to their fans. It had wreaked her. Had she not been forced to create, she probably would've lost her music also.

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Ashleigh pops her head in.

"You're on in 15, Loon." She informs her.

"FUCK! Okay. Thanks Ash." Luna responds.

Looking at her mess on the floor, she doesn't have time to clean it up. Pulling her clothes off, she dresses for The Stage. Throwing on a corset, booty shorts, thigh highs with a garter, a random flannel and knee high boots.

Keeping her hair loose, she pulls on her leather before heading out to perform with Colson.

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"God DAMN!!!" Colson's mind flashes as he takes Luna's hand, leading her from the piano. "Imma fuck the shit outta that ass TONIGHT." He thinks as he raps to her.

Bouncing around the stage together, playing off one another, Colson feels his dick growing hard as Luna snakes around him. He pulls her into him. Poking her lower back with his raging cock. Reminding her of LA.

🎶Let me paint the picture. Counter in the kitchen. Taking all your clothes off. Findin' my religion. You're my pretty little vixen and I'm the voice inside your head. That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say🎶

They hit the chorus together. How they want each other forever. Throwing their arms up as they laugh and sing about tattooing each other on their bodies to take each other wherever.

The Band exploding around them with lights and smoke. The crowd going wild when Luna grabs Colson's chin. Belting the last chords.

🎶I'm all in🎶

🎶There is no maybe🎶

Colson grabs her ass, pulling her into him for a strong kiss. Their bodies ripping chords on his guitar between them.

"I love you." Colson whispers to her, whipping her around to face the crowd, he holds her against him. Arm around her neck. "Give it up for my soon-to-be Bride, THAT BROOKLYN FUCKING BITCH!!!!" He screams.

Luna grins and shakes her head. Thanking the crowd as Colson kisses her cheek and releases her.

"Kill em, Bunny." She tells him before trotting OffStage.

That's exactly what he does for the next 45mins. Jumping into the crowd, climbing up random shit, performing his fucking heart out.

Luna doesn't bother to head back to the dressing room. Standing in between Sam and Ashleigh, she hits the bottle one hands her. Then a joint from the other. Singing along with them, enjoying the rest of the show.

"Thank you, Chicago!!! You were fucking sick!!!" Colson shouts before coming OffStage after encoring Sail.

Luna throws up a Bye to Ashleigh and a confused Sam as he tosses her over his shoulder. It's a scene her and Ashleigh know all to well.

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"Get that shit off, NOW." Colson demands after setting Luna back down on her feet.

"What 'chou do before me?" She asks as she strips.

"There is no before YOU." He tells her as he scoops her up.

Sliding himself inside of her, Colson presses Luna up against the dressing room door. Sucking all over her neck as he bounces her off of his dick.

Luna cums for him easily with the way he talks to her and the way his cock treats her. Her walls gripping him tight, she makes him cum with her.

Sitting down on the couch, Colson's still inside Luna as she rests her head against his bare chest and neck. Quietly enjoying each other for a moment.

"What do you wanna do tonight?" He finally asks her.

Lifting up, she grins. "Same thing we do every night, Pinky.... Take over the fucking world."

Colson laughs out an I Love You before flipping her into her back and fucking her again on the couch.

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With a school bag full of liquor, drugs and toys, that's exactly what they do. Take over the fucking world as Colson, Luna, Sam, Baze, Rook and Slim rip their boards around DownTown Chicago.

"I didn't know you grind!!!" Luna grins as Slim cruises beside her.

"Bitch, black men do everything!" He laughs.

"Shut the fuck up." Luna tells him with a grin and a shake of the head "Why your bitch ass never come out with us before then, hunh?"

"Cuz I do what I WANT!!!" He laughs mimicking Luna as he pushes off to gain more speed.

"Why wanna be like me???" She teases him, gaining her own speed and sailing past him.

Stopping abruptly, Luna yells "SAMMMMMYYYY!!!"

She's found a park. It may be gated but Luna found a park. The Boys watch as Luna tosses her board and bag over the fence. Next goes Sam's board. Luna's almost up the fence as she reaches down to help her girl.

"I guess we're going to the park..." Colson shrugs after watching The Girls disappear. "Heads up!!!" He yells before tossing his board over to them.

Following suit, Colson and The Boys hop the fence too.

Inside the park, Luna and Sam climb up the jungle gym. Sam finding and sliding down the slide first. Luna going down sideways calling for Squish The Lemon. Everyone one running towards her. Rook and Sam take one set of steps as Slim and Baze find others, running across the jungle gym to the slide. Colson beats them all when he climbs up the side. It only takes Colson's weight to knock Luna off.

Scrambling back up to the top, they hoot and holler as they slide and slam into each other. Knocking each of them to the ground. Luna's stuck between Baze and Rook as Slim comes tumbling down against Sam. It's Colson's force that sends Baze and Luna flying into the air. Both hit the ground laughing.

"YOU WIN!!!!" Luna calls out, not bothering to get up off of the warm summer ground.

"Lezzzzz goooo!!" Sam shouts, pulling her up and towards the swings.

Luna LOVES to swing. It's the ultimate childhood release for her. The six of them all grab a swing, pumping their legs hard as they breeze through the air. Flying high.

"On three, who can make it farthest!!" Baze shouts out the challenge.

Dipping into the air faster as they glide, Baze calls ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!!!! Sending them all flying into the night sky. Surprisingly, they all land on their feet. Colson winning having lept the farthest. Slim a close second.

"Guess white men can jump." Luna sticks her tongue out at Slim before she grabs Sam's hands and runs off.

Jumping onto the Merry-Go-Round. She calls The Boys over. Slim and Rook jump on with them as Colson and Baze do the hard work of pushing. Running around full force multiple times, they jump on too. Colson grabbing ahold of Luna and a bar as The World spins around them. Laughing as the warm summer air whizzes by them.

All of them lay back, dizzy as the sky starts to move slower. Passing the bottle and multiple joints amongst them.

"Is this the shit you do when you guys disappear??" Slim asks as he hits a joint, enjoying the childishness of the night.

Colson, Luna, Rook and Baze erupt into laughter. Yes. Yes it is.

"I Cone-Fought Loons in Detroit!!" Rook laughs. "I bet I'm the only person in The World who's whooped her ass!!" He states to the others laughter and Luna's Fuck You.

"What fun shit you got in the bag tonight, Looney?" Colson asks.

"Ahhhh... Idk. I think I have a football!!" She pops up off the metal toy.

Digging through her bag, she pulls out a Nerf football to everyone's excitement.

"WORD!!" Slim shouts, jumping up as Luna tosses it to him. "Colson gets Luna so I get Sam..." He starts picking teams.

"Aight.... I get Rookie." Colson agrees, popping up too, pulling Luna up with him.

"What the fuck, yo!?" Baze asks as last pick.

"You wit me Truck, let's rock these Fools!!" Slim reassures him.

Picking goal lines, they can't agree on touch or tackle. The Boys calling touch while The Girls holler Fuck That, Tackle. Colson declaring tackle it is.

They run a couple plays. Luna and Sam displaying that not only can they catch a football but each can also spiral one. Running around competitively against each other, Luna tackles Sam with no thought. Stopping their fourth down.

"FUCKING LUNATIC!!!!" Rook screams in excitement.

If you haven't realized yet, Luna and Rook are tiny people best friends. Both adoring and finding each other hilarious.

They're in the middle of another play when they see lights and hear a Hey.. What Are You Kids Doin'!? Grabbing their boards and Luna's bag all six of them haul ass. Tossing their shit over the fence as they all escape.

Laughing hysterically as they shoot off into the Chicago night. Rounding a few blocks, they slow down. Colson firing up a joint as Baze does too. Luna pulling the bottle of whiskey back out of her bag. They cruise back to the Aragon as they continue to enjoy each other, passing joints and the bottle between them as they continue to get fucked up. Slim happy he came out.

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"Wait. We're outta fucking alcohol???" Luna asks once they're back on The Bus. "How is that possible!??"

It's 2A. There is NO WAY they're hitting the road dry.

"Hold The FUCKING Bus." She directs Colson. "Let's go." She states grabbing Ashleigh and Sam's hands.

Chicago is the joint you wanna be in if you need alcohol late night. After a short search, Ashleigh finds a package store only three blocks away. With the bottle of Jameson still in her bag, Luna demands Ashleigh down it. She needs to be on their level.

Always the responsible one, Ashleigh doesn't mind when Luna demands she cut loose. Pouring the last eighth of the bottle down her throat.

Linking arms, The Girls laugh as they burn a joint trying to follow Ashleigh's GPS. They only get lost for fifteen minutes.

Relieved, giddy and drunk, Ashleigh, Luna and Sam drop to their knees in the whiskey aisle. Praising the Liquor Gods. Not caring who's around.

Each grabbing three handles. Six whiskeys and three tequilas. They head to the counter. Sam and Luna losing their shit when Ashleigh mistakes a Captain Morgan cut out for a person. She's drunk.

"We gotta get you out more, Boo." Luna laughs, throwing her arm around her.

After paying, they stumble down the street. Ducking their heads together as they laugh.

"Take me with yooou next time... I'm so tired of being the Moooooommmm... I had so much fun just being fucked up with you the other day." Ashleigh slurs.

"I got you, Sugar." Luna beams, wrapping her arm around Ashleigh's swinging waist.

They're a block away from the venue, when they're approched by four men.

"What do we have here???" One asks as they circle The Girls.

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