i plan on turning this into a full fic at one point or another
only trigger warning is miami forcing the reader to take aspirin basically, completely sfw i think
also i lied. i have so many blurbs in my google docs. i just need to clean them up. i picked this one because im still upset over miami loosing the ultimate rick smash off
have food.
the music died down and the lights dimmed. the usually bright and lively nightclub was shutting down for the morning. you don’t remember falling asleep, but you could feel your brain pulse as you woke up. you brought your hand to your head and groaned, stopping yourself when you felt something wet touch your hand.
“wh…?”
“good morning, beauty~” a suave, deep, scratchy, just almost familiar voice spoke up next to you. your head rang and your vision spun as you turned to look at who was next to you. you could barely get the image in your head. “mm. That bad, huh? here, hon, take some of these,” you leaned back and your dizziness just increased, “don’t do that, fuck,”
your head was grabbed. your mouth was forced open. you were force fed a pill and water.
“what the FUCK did you give me?!”
“it’s an aspirin, sweetheart. i’ve seen your credit history, it’s the same amount you take.” he shrugged and grabbed a cigar from his dark, wooden bed stand, lighting it with a lighter he must have grabbed earlier. it was shiny and metallic, having a soft glare from the dim, red led lights above. he offered it your way and you just looked at him in… uncertainty. when he noticed, he tilted his head back and puffed out the smoke from it. “was i right? did it help?”
you didn’t find it as funny as he did. but, you must admit- it did. you crossed your arms to his grinning.
“how did it work so fast?”
“i have access to shit you can’t even imagine,” he set his lighter on his stand and sat up, facing his back towards you. you looked at him, gazed at the marks across his back- some from what must have been your hands last night, but a surprising amount of… long past scars, “checking me out?”
you blushed in embarrassment but he just pulled a shirt over his head, tugging it on.
“you wanna know about some of ‘em?” he grinned, falling back to have his head in your lap. instinctively, you brought your hand to pet and played with his hair which you could feel made him relax with a low, drawn out exhale.
his face softened and his details were complimented with that dark, red lighting. men were handsome, he was handsome- but his face was beautiful. his masculine features were complimented exquisitely with more effeminate ones. his longer eyelashes were complimented with soft eye shape. his sharp jawline was complimented with soft cheek bones. you were caught staring, but he didn't seem to mind as he waited for an answer, which you very quickly nodded a yes to.
"well, i guess i can tell a few- pick your favorite for me?" you obliged, doing so by lifting his shirt a bit to trace around the one that had sparked your interest.
"fuck, you wanna know my guts, huh?"
"you," you paused for a few seconds, adjusting to lay him back down, "don't have to answer for that one-" you were cut off by him pulling you down for a kiss.
"shut up," he responded after, in a playful, flirtatious tone, "i'm a big boy, i can answer."
