you're no fun .

luiz diabo, twenty-three years young. i do places. i do people. i do things.

[drizcllas-blog]

Low Point || Drizella & Luiz

@diaboluiz

Drizella hated going to the Outer Ring for this. But her normal supplier wasn’t returning her calls and she could practically feel her vision fading. She couldn’t describe it exactly, but she knew that if she didn’t get her fix soon that she would lose her temper on someone. So she set up a meeting with her back-up guy and was waiting rather impatiently for him.

When the familiar figure finally walked up to her, she scowled. “Taking your sweet time?”

[diaboluiz]

Luiz didn't rush for nobody, as he so aptly put it to anybody who would listen, so when his 2:00 was ready, or when he made his way to her, her attitude was laughable. "You're in my neck of the woods now," he grinned, flashing his grills with a lazy smile. "I'm not sure if you look more out of place here, or If I'd look more out of place in there," he pointed out. "You're an easy tell."

[diaboluiz]

shilohwth:

Shiloh rolled her eyes. “I’m not wasting our shit on those people. If they wanna pay for shit, we can work out a deal. Other than that..you will grow a pair and pay with cash.” As they approached the motel Shiloh gave Luiz a daring look. “Test me, I dare you.”

Luiz snorted, making his way to enter the motel first in long, lazy strides that could only come from carelessness and the confidence of the promise of getting laid. "Hey, babe," he started, leaning over the counter and addressing the woman. "Baby, I need a room, I'unno for how long though. Le'mme pay for three hours, baby?" He glanced back at Shiloh, teeth closing around his bottom lip as he awaited confirmation. "Yeah?"

[diaboluiz]

takehertothe-moon:

The streets were unusually crowded at this time of night. More so than usual and Raleigh sighed as she made her way to her next drop. The bag of drugs she carried only made her a target and with more people around that mostly equated to more problems for her. The outer ring was not a kind place in the slightest and there were always plenty of people willing to do whatever they had to to get their next fix.

She was already alert and on edge when someone came up from behind her and smacked her upside the head. In an instant her staff was out and ready to literally knock the person’s block off. It took every ounce of self control she had to stop the staff before it slammed hard into Luiz’s face.”Jesus Luiz! A little warning next time! Fuck I almost put a dent in your face!” She quickly put her staff away so it would be safely out of the way but still within reach. “What are you doing out here anyway?”

Luiz cackled, shaking his head. He knew he could have died, really, honestly, but he always could have been killed when he went outside and started stirring shit up. What mattered was that he hadn't died, and Raleigh looked sort of hilarious when scared. Sort of. She also looked terrifying. Whatever. It was fine. They were having a good time, anyway.

He tried to cut himself off mid laugh, waving it off as his head stilled. "Nah, nah, nah, relax," he chuckled as he trailed off. "Don't hurt my pretty face, though, I got people waiting on this mug when I get back, yeah? And I'm workin', same as you. Where you goin' to next, huh?"

[diaboluiz]

yourtrustysteed:

Luiz, Luiz, Luiz. No sirens went off in Trusty’s head alerting him that he shouldn’t trust the young man, so he remained relatively relaxed. “Huh? Oh, yea, I keep busy enough. Everybody’s gotta make their money somehow.” He intentionally refrained from calling himself a PI, so that Luiz wouldn’t feel on edge.

“There is also something to be fed with,” he assured. “Even if it’s just knowledge…” That was a meal Trusty knew pretty well. As he rummaged through the fridge he found two bananas. Grabbing a some bread, peanut butter and honey, Trusty started fixing up some sandwiches. Every so often he’d glance at Luiz in the other room to make sure everything was good. “So why were you really creeping around earlier, dude?” Trusty brought out the sandwiches on paper towels. “Scared the hella outta me.”

Luiz nodded, long and slow. Everybody definitely had to make their money. Especially out here, not that he didn’t make his while mobile a few times. He shrugged, though, made a noncommittal noise. “’S true. And there ain’t too many ways out here, right?” It was worth gauging where he was at with this.

“True, yeah,” Luiz guessed that was right. He wasn’t the smartest guy around by far, but learning things was good. He wasn’t sure what sort of lesson he was about to get, though, so he probed. “Knowledge ‘bout what, though?” He watched him and glanced around the place alternately, catching a few headlines and document titles. “I was just looking for somebody,” he tried with a shrug, admiring Trusty’s handiwork. This beautiful little sandwich wasn’t half bad compared to what Luiz normally ended up scraping together. “They hang around there sometimes, so I figured it was worth a try.”

[diaboluiz]

mad-marcus-harris:

Out of the trouble-trio, Marcus knew Luiz the best. Shiloh was someone who was aggressive toward him the few interactions he had, and Barry… Well, he wasn’t sure he’d ever spoken to Barry. The blonde boy seemed like he was on a completely different wave-length altogether from Marcus. Mostly, the things he knew about the two of them were from what Luiz had told him.

“I’m surprised the redhead hasn’t done anything, but I suppose that’s good,” He commented, glad there wasn’t any domestic violence going on, “As for me… Well, it’s hard to describe. Everything is different but in a familiar way. It’s like a stranger’s face in a dream.” Maybe that was hard to follow along with, maybe it wasn’t, “Same lab work, new… specimens.” 

Luiz snorted, loud and ugly. He tended to be surprised some mornings when he woke up to anything other than Shiloh standing over with a knife. Or surprised that he woke up at all, really. So yeah, he got that. He did pull his numerous layers away from his neck just far enough to show off the rather impressive set of scars he had to show off, a clear bite mark from a petite set of teeth. It was a brand he wore proudly.

He wasn't entirely sure, admittedly, what Marcus meant, but he got that things didn't feel quite right or normal. That made sense to him. "So you sayin' you changed or you need things to change?" He wouldn't blame Marcus for needing a little more from life with where he was at and what he did, but he knew everybody had their thing all the same.

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thevegaboy:

The answer wasn’t what Barry had expected, and he felt his eyebrows shoot up like they were trying to hide in his hair, but he wasn’t going to say anything too dumb to mess it up. He was smiling like an idiot, but he threw an arm over roughly the middle of Luiz, and decided that this was just as nice as Shiloh. “You can push me if you get too hot or something,” he mumbled at the back of Luiz’s head.

The whole theory or whatever that Luiz had about this being a better remedy for his growing issue was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be, but Barry's body was big and hard and dense and right fucking around him, and Luiz grunted, literally fucking grunted for fuck's sake, when the kid breathed straight in his ear. "Yeah," he tried to recover. "Yeah, w'ever."

[diaboluiz]

fowl-mouthed-coroner:

Donald wasn’t often the sort of person to let things go–a trait his uncle and many others cursed in him–but this time he did. Thankfully, it gave him the ability to sit back and watch Luiz’s intense change of attitude as they entered in. Was it because of those they were around, or a specific person? Either way, the coroner took no cares to disguise himself and strolled in as he would anywhere else. “Beer is fine, or a rum and coke will do. Keep it simple.” He shrugged, eyeing the crowd and only vaguely recognizing a few members, and grateful that they hadn’t recognized him.

“Mhm. Quite a bit. And… There are other coroners about the station. I don’t work nights. Of course… We are few and far between so just pray there’s not an act of mass deaths… Or… Do? The other three all have their heavy-set vices too.” He smirked, playing it off casually. “On another note… Who is it you’re hiding from? I could stand on a stool and find out, but… I’d rather stand in the way and help you out.” He smiled.

Originally posted by granpappy-winchester

Luiz ended up shouting over the bar, practically, "Darkest stout, too." He flicked through a series of expressions before waving again. "Plus a rum and coke." Fuck it, right? He was already in a little deep in terms of business meeting pleasure, why not put some booze between the business and enjoying a night out. It was simple enough, and ordering both simplified things even more. Choices could complicate things sometimes. Luiz was confronted with that on a regular enough basis to recognize that.

He wasn't sure how many coroners there were. That wasn't totally something he thought about too often. There had been billions and billions of people on Earth, he heard. That had to mean a shit ton of coroners. Donald brought it back up and made it fun again, though, and the boy gave him a sideways grin, gold fangs gleaming mischievously. "You oughta point 'em out, man. I'll get to givin' samples if I know who wants 'em. You know what they do?" It was easy. Fun. A little sleazy, which was just how Luiz liked to keep it. Then it wasn't. He glanced back at the brick wall of a blonde leaning over a table on the other side of the bar. "I ain't hiding," he tried. But he'd already indulged him by looking at the fucker. "Aight, just don't go too far, then." He shrugged, accepted his drink graciously and gratefully. "Ain't nothin big, not like he's trying to kill me or somethin, you're not in trouble." He leaned back just enough to adjust his coat again. "Just some bullshit, nothing big or nothing, ain't even a buyer."

[goodolenutmeg]

A Hot Meal // Luiz & Meg

“You Luiz?  Cool.  That means we get free food for tonight.”

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[diaboluiz]

Luiz raised an eyebrow, tousling his hair. "You don't know my name?" That was quite possibly for the best, but that didn't mean he couldn't be offended; he knew hers well enough. "Right? This shit's probably gonna be my best for the next year."

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

Lovely, and here he thought his drug dealer wasn’t the judgemental type. “I don’t care who likes what unless I’m interested. Old men sometimes like young boys and occasionally someone likes company, and there are other people who like nothing at all. It’s all fine, is what I mean. No narks here.” He said, a bit preachy, but his tone suggested an equal hint of annoyance that he was met with in turn. While Donald himself didn’t buy, he remembered selling and he knew more than his fair share of casual partners who never had to pay to get what they wanted.

“Not out here, no.” He said, giving a sigh of relief, “Yeah, if it was out here and cancelled I’d probably be called in to work, and I’m not too keen to ruin my night. But it was second ring.” Donald clarified, noting where they were and where he recognized a few things here and there. “Stouts only, then. Good to note.” He chuckled, opening the door and offering Luiz to stroll in first.

Originally posted by noe-gg

Luiz winced. He knew what he sounded like. And he knew why, but that didn't change the fact that he sounded like he sounded when in reality he was the worst kind of person to be talking like this. "Yeah," he shrugged sharply, pressing the door open. "Yeah, sure, I just." His eyes had been trained on the bar, but something, someone, caught his eye. "Shit," he hissed under his breath, making a beeline for the bar now and waving for his usual. "You going for the beer or somethin' else?" he asked as he turned towards Donald, fixing his jacket, flipping his collar and hunching over the bar, over himself. He didn't need this, not when he'd just gone on his soapbox about how he wasn't that guy, but Luiz would know that face and shock of blond hair anywhere.

"You had quite a mess, I heard, last week," he hurried out, remembering a particularly gruesome end met by an apparent stranger. The guy hadn't been a stranger, and Luiz mught have known a bit more about what led to his demise than he let on, but he hadn't been properly questioned and he was just as good at playing dumb as the next guy - it was a survival skill in the Outer Ring. "Must suck, honestly. I figure you probably got a whole lot of phone calls on the regular. You allowed to turn notifs off and pretend nobody's dying?"

[diaboluiz]

thevegaboy:

Quiet now, Barry decided that until he was tired, he would watch Luiz to make sure he didn’t do the thing where he fought it and then went crazy. That was never any fun. Then came a tug, and Luiz was closer to him, and he was chuckling as quietly as he could. He could definitely handle cuddly. “I dunno…I’m used to being big spoon.” It was a joke, and probably Barry’s one clever thing for the day, but he wouldn’t say no if something happened.

Luiz stopped. Thought about this, the pros and cons of shutting the fuck up and going with whatever Barry said, and honestly, it wasn't the worst thing that Barry had ever suggested. His tent was a humble one at this point, but it still wasn't worth the risk, and traditionally, the closer they all were to being packed in like sardines, the better Luiz slept. So he huffed, propped himself up and rolled over to his other side, Barry behind him and his own face resting on his bent elbow. "A'ight, whatever," he mumbled, doing everything he could to seem nonchalant.

[diaboluiz]

thevegaboy:

Barry laughed softly at the other’s sleepy voice. Well, at least he was chilling out and not acting…super weird. That was good. And the hand stayed, which was even better. “I’ll think about it,” he answered, knowing full well that he was just waiting for Luiz to fall asleep before he did.

Luiz felt his tongue poke out to wet his dry lips, felt himself blink slowly. He was halfway gone no matter how much or how desperately he tried to fight off being tired, and even a fake fight and erection anxiety couldn't keep him up for too much longer. With a slow, labored sigh, he threw his arm over Barry properly, tugging him in or himself closer, he wasn't sure. "Shush and sleep," he grumbled, enjoying his warmth.

[diaboluiz]

thevegaboy:

The fact that Luiz was smiling almost made Barry yell, but he stopped himself. This didn’t happen nearly enough. “I guess not, unless you want me running into stuff that you don’t want broken.” Stuff that he’d end up paying for. “No, you stay. I’m not tired or anything, you are. Plus there’s room.”

"Yeah," Luiz breathed, exhaling slowly. "Yeah, right. You should rest though, for real. Least a little bit." He clapped Barry on the back, once, twice, let his hand rest there. He was going to pull it back, but he stopped. Barry was so stupidly happy when he was happy, or he seemed it at least. That wasn't shit a guy could get out here often. "Yeah, 's room."

[diaboluiz]

fowl-mouthed-coroner:

Well the conversation had turned a tad dreary, as it was wont to do when talking about psychopaths, but thankfully Luiz had the higher amount of sense to shift. 

At his exclamation Donald’s hands raised defensively as he grinned, “Alright, alright. Don’t get your panties all in a bunch. Unclench a bit. Shit.” Of course, despite the rather odd description of the bars in that area–especially since Donald was roughly familiar–he followed along and let things shift once more to an even easier topic; himself. “Something a tad bigger, yeah. Someone was having a little get together and I was planning on crashing… ahhh… but it was cancelled. I don’t know the host, so I’ve no idea why, but my connection did say that showing up would be bad.” He sighed and let out a shrug, “Se la vie.”

Originally posted by fenbunny

Luiz, still somewhat ruffled, shrugged his shoulders fast and hard, frowned with every muscle in his face. "Man, I just don't like that shit, I'm not that guy, you know?" People looking at him would likely assume, and had assumed in the past. It wasn't even that he could have blamed them, he just knew himself better and knew that he wasn't the kind of sleazeball who tended to come out to the outer ring just to pay a pretty penny to screw. He watched them sometimes, sold to them sometimes and prayed that they weren't using while they were with the escorts they seemed to move on to immediately.

At the mentions of a party, Luiz perked up. "Out here?" He shook his head. "Not out here, right?" He racked his brain, thought hard. Had he heard about anything? It was a good thing it was cancelled if it was, because Luiz was meant to make appearances at those sorts of things. "Somebody's probably dead if it was out here, man, not gonna lie." He rounded the corner and made his way down a narrow alley to reach the better side of one of his favorite bars. "The beer here tastes like piss except for the stout. Rest is good."

[diaboluiz]

thevegaboy:

Alright. Still confused, but when was he not, really? There was an arm, though, and any contact that didn’t make him want to say ‘ow’ was good. Like, really good. So good that he smiled. “Thank you, I think I might get dizzy if I stand up.”

Luiz smiled in answer, a slow, easy thing that creased and stretched his face. "Can't have that, right?" He turned to better face him. "Bigger they are the harder they gotta rest, man, you c'n sleep if you need it. Fuck me, I can sleep out on the chair or whatever if you'd rather honestly."

[diaboluiz]

thevegaboy:

As soon as he heard the word stop, Barry’s hand came back and he crossed his arms, resting his chin on them so he wouldn’t be tempted to do that again. So apparently, he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he didn’t want to start now. Restless wasn’t fun. “Okay. Are you sure? I can give you space or whatever.”

Luiz huffed. Nothing was working the damn way he wanted it to, and he knew that he had no one to blame but himself, but fuck, this was hard. Stupidly hard, honestly, and he didn't know why. "'M'sure," he breathed, and he licked up an arm to drag it back and sling it around Barry's body.

[diaboluiz]

thevegaboy:

Barry had now entered the middle zone. Confused, but frowning now, he gave Luiz a second to just be…pouty or whatever. And then, very slowly, so as to not get punched quite so hard, he patted the closest arm he could get. “So I think I did a thing? I don’t know what it was, but I’m sorry, please don’t get mad,” he said, voice still quiet. He didn’t know why. Luiz was a little like an angry dog, he guessed. “Do you want me to go sleep on the couch?”

Luiz huffed into their blanket. Yeah, his pride was kind of a huge factor, or whatever it was that he wanted to call it, but he didn’t like it when Barry was upset a whole lot more. “Stop,” he mumbled, bringing his hands under his head and propping himself up on his folded forearms. “Stop, you’re fine.” he grumbled before his voice softened. “You c’n stay. And you didn’t do nothin’, I was being serious, I’m just restless.”

[diaboluiz]

thevegaboy:

Barry went from frowning to very confused in quicker than he thought he normally could. Usually, there was a place in the middle. “Okay, they aren’t bony,” he said, softly. Even though there was nothing wrong with sharp edges, especially in a fight. He knew that not everyone could be his size, especially out here. “How come you’re acting weird?”

Luiz bit his lip, half growling into his own arm with the way he’d manage to contort. On one hand, there was honesty, and he’d sort of wanted to fuck this kid’s brains out for a long, long time, or vice versa or whatever, he hadn’t really figured all that out. On the other hand, there was more angry, goddamned vehement denial. He ended up at some sort of fucked middle ground where he ended up mumbling into the mattress, “I’m jus’ fuckin’ restless,” and he guessed that would have to be okay.