#interactions: jd.

[electricmusings]

@hxwboutadance​ asked: belt loops . pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ( jd & cady)

         “AND THEN I WAS THINKING-” he was on the phone with a client from the shop, leaning against the kitchen counter while he spoke numbers, jd hadn’t even noticed cady staring him down as he tapped his ring clad fingers against the granite countertop. his gaze was at the ceiling as he tried to figure out the pricing option, but it quickly moved to her as he felt fingers snake through his belt loops, tugging him closer. “one second...” jd murmured into the phone, putting it on mute before smirking at the girl, “can i help you?”

[freczeyourbrain]

       “DUDE YOU’RE FUCKING with me right now, right?” jd let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he playfully smacked his best mate on the shoulder, “well, i guess you never know a chick has a boyfriend until he pops up, let me buy you a shot. you need it.” and he motioned to the bartender for two whiskey shots, leaning back against the bar a bit as he glanced back to link, “oh well, plenty of fish in the sea, right?”

@mutedmics​

[freczeyourbrain]

“HEY KID, I THINK we should have a little talk, yeah?” jd said, it wasn’t much of a question as the taller of the two slung a strong arm around the boy’s shoulder. had he caught him making out with cady earlier? yes. had he waited for the perfect moment to get him alone? absolutely. jd was smarter than he let on, and he chugged the rest of his drink and slid the empty glass onto the counter as her guided the boy out of the crowd and turned to him. “so, how long you been macking down on cady for?” no one ever said he was exactly subtle about things, that was for sure.

@wundcrlust​

[freczeyourbrain]

CLOSING TIME MIGHT have been his favorite time of day, all his boys had gone home already, and as usual he was last to close up the shop. as acting manager, it was sort of his job, but at this point he pretty much owned the place. going his walkthrough of cars in the back lot, he whistled under his breath as he weaved through the cars only to coming toe to toe with a face that sent a chill down his spine, “heather? what the hell are you doing back here? we’re closed, the mechanic working on your car will get in contact with you when it’s done.” 

but he knew why she was probably here, jd may or may not have sent some of the guys on the gang with him to scare the fuck out of her at night. nothing too intense, just a small rattling of door handles and tapping on windows, her name whispered outside. he couldn’t risk going over himself to fuck with her, and he had a solid alibi of his whereabouts if she tried to call him out. he kept his gang involvement under wraps because he did have a full-time job, the gang stuff was just to keep his adrenaline trained on something other than senseless violence and gave him an outlet. crossing his arms over his chest, he raised a brow at her, “fuck, what do you want? i’m really not in the mood.”

@hbichandler​

[electricmusings]

@mxrrorbcll​ asked:  patch . help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . (spot & jd)

         FIGHTS WEREN’T TYPICALLY UNCOMMON for him and spot to get roped into, tonight had been no different, the gang encountering a bit of an issue after leaving a bar. punches were thrown, but whenever the other side brought out a knife and got a good cut on jd’s arm, they scattered. it was a cheap shot, and if anything the boy was more annoyed then hurt as he sat in his apartment’s kitchen area. “it’s not that bad, i’ve had worse.” jd muttered as he watched spot return with some stuff to bandage him up, head falling to the side as he glanced at the gash on his upper arm.