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[marana1]

RAY X READER

You were outside playing hide and seek go tag (is that what people call it idk I'd people still play that) with your cool best friends, Ray, Emma, and Norman. You loved all of the kids from here. Everyone here they are family to you, Ray, Emma, and Norman are your most favorite, you might think you liked one of them a little too much, you're the same age as them so you get along with them easily and understand what they are talking about since they told you their plan to escape this orphanage you live in.

You would want to leave this place but you're not sure if you guys can make it out there like outside this place, you hope what's out there isn't dangerous and what's better then when you all get 'adopted' soon, like what happened to Conny.... But that won't happen to you guys you'll make it out alive hopefully

Emma, Norman and Ray are your favorite cause well..... Emma is so nice, sweet and cute she always care for someone, she cares about everyone here, she's so nice, she will put a smile on anyone's face and brighten their day, she will always make someone happy, she said she wants to ride a giraffe when we escape here, giraffes are cool

Norman is awesome and cute too, he is a good planner and he's really smart, he knows every answer to any question probably the smartest kid here, maybe he's even smarter than the adults here too, he said he wants to travel the world when we leave here, hopefully we will

Ray is really caring too, even though he doesn't show it much, but he really does care about us and everyone, he is also loyal to us and snarky but I find that really cute, he is a good reader too, I may ask him if me and him can read together like share a book, he said he wants to survive when we escape this place, what does he mean survive?

Ah forget that, it probably doesn't even matter now, I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I suddenly heard sounds like running coming near me, I quickly look down from the tree I'm hiding on and have a small quick peek so I can't get caught and then I see a familiar cute orange haired figure running past me

'It's Emma she didn't see me, thank God, this is the only hiding spot I had time for and could find so far' You looked around you 'no one is near me so' I jumped down with no worry or fear and started to walk away, I then heard footsteps again 'wait a minute' Emma ran up to me and then tagged me on the shoulder, "I got you" she said with a cute small chuckle

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"I didn't even see her or hear her or even anything, that's unfair" i said fake whining to get Ray's attention, Ray chuckled at you "you're so funny y/n this why I like you" he said with a pretty smile, I saw him going back to his book, "Hey Ray what are you reading" I said sitting near him on his bed.

Sometimes we just go into each other rooms because why not? And he REALLY doesn't mind me being in his room and I don't mind him being in my room either, sometimes we have pillow fights, and we talk about stuff, I really like Ray, like a LOT, Im gonna confess to him today.

"Oh it j-just this you w-wanna read this book with me" Ray stuttered with a little blush,"sure" I said blushing as well getting more closer and comfortable to him.

"Hey y/n" Ray said staring at you with a smile "yeah" you said doing the same, Ray then kiss your forehead, nose and then your lips, I slowly got into the kiss "y/n I love you" he said grabbing both your hands "I love you too" you said as you both hug each other and Ray had a big smile on his cute face 'I did it I actually did it' Ray thought

Originally posted in like 2021

[excujeemi]

D R U N K [ Ray X Reader ]

Age: around 18 Genre: Fluff Warnings: UHhh, adult jokes (??) and mentions of alcohol

Simple, you know, you were graduating high school and moving on to college of course there'd be parties. And there's only three words to describe this party you're in? Wild as fuck. Man, some were playing beer pong, some were making out, it was just so chaotic you don't even remember as to why you were here in the first place... Oh yeah, your parents forced you to get some human interaction every once in a while.

You thought this party would be very shit and unenjoyable but look at you now, everyone around you was cheering you on to chug , c h u g  , c  h  u  g . And chug you did.

You were already dizzy but you know this is that moment, that sweet moment of youth (??) perhaps and there's the adrenaline and the feeling that you're on top of the world, it's like you can just do anything you want for example, peeing in your annoying neighbor's backyard but let's not take that idea personally-

You were just about to open another bottle of alcohol but then someone stopped you, a hand gripped on your wrist which surprised you, you looked up to see whose hand it was and saw Ray frowning. That's typical, when is he not frowning anyway.

Well, Ray is one of your closest friends, your parents are also both close to each other so it just makes sense. And Ray being the most trusted person of your mother, she asked him if he could pick you up since it was getting kinda late. You know if they were just gonna end up worrying about you then why even force you to get some of that, "human interaction", they're just  exaggerating.

"Oh, hey Ray my beloved , what're you doing here?" You smugly asked as he helped you stand up but your feet kept on tripping and so you slipped, with your hand on Ray's shoulder causing him to fall on top of you while the people surrounding you both were teasing you, you felt Ray's hot breath hitting your neck while his large hands were supporting your back to protect you from directly falling. The close space between the both of you caused Ray's face to turn into a tomato, red flushed cheeks, wide eyes, he lowkey wished you both could stay like that for more time. "You idiot, get up already its almost 4am." He says as he quickly got up and tried to take your heavy ass up. "wAiT, mY bAg and mY phOne, And mY StufF are-" "Shh, shh. I got them all now shut it." He says as he shows you your bag from his other hand, he opened the door with his foot and kicked it close. "Hey Ray, aren't you getting to close, haah~?" You seductively whispered in his ear making him blush for the second time. He rolled his eyes, 'Patience, you must stay calm.' He thinks to himself. "Haah~?" Okay, he decided that was it. "Why don't you walk by yourself then, the parking lot is still quite far from where we are, walk by yourself good luck tripping over everything." He lets go of you while you had trouble tryna regain your posture. "I can walk, don't-d-don't you underestimate the power of this wild creature." You pointed to yourself while making a karate pose.

Ray was annoyed, his eye was twitching and he really did want to abandon you there. "Okay, I'll lead the way then." After a few seconds, everything was going well, he takes a few glances back at you to see how you're doing because apparently if you trip and die he'd be blamed  by your parents. Then he saw you weren't by his side, well obviously not because you kept on slowing down but you really were out of his sight and this worried him by a lot. 'If only Emma and Norman were here to back me up with this dumbass' But for real, he was worried, it had only been a few seconds--what if someone took you or something. He ran a few steps back and looked everywhere and there you fucking were, talking to a celebrity cardboard cutout. "Oh my fucking gosh, this dimwit. Y/n!" He sighs as he massaged his temples. He ran to you and pulled you by your arm. "Ugh, stOp, I'm still flirting with this hot man." You whined as you tried to wriggle your arm out of Ray's hand. He didn't know whether to leave you alone or laugh at you there. "You blockhead, that's...that's a Justin Bieber cardboard cut out for fuck's sake..." Ray was about to explode at this point, you were making him want to combust. "Please, dOn't take me way, I have no flirt with!" "I'll flirt with you all you want just--let's go already this is so embarrassing!" He said to improvise but your drunk self actually believed that he'd flirt with you. "Really?" You asked and he just nods while closing his eyes, annoyed. "YaaaY~, Ray my beloved will flirt with me, I'm the happiest person in the worlll ever." To be honest, Ray would love to hear those words while you're not drunk but he can't help but blush again remembering what Norman used to say, "Drunk people always say what they truly think." He shook his head and as soon as you arrived at the parking lot, he pushed you gently into the backseat. Thankfully, you spent that whole time without saying anything, you were literally just staring at the car's ceiling like a dead person which was creepy. He arrived at your house and it seemed that everyone was asleep so he had to use the spare keys he has. He then opened the door, carrying you bridal style and the hallways were quite narrow so he felt sorry whenever your head hit some walls or table. 💀 lmfao. He carefully placed you on your bed, while you were almost sound asleep. Boy, times like this remind him of deep in love he is with you. You know maybe he should just confess of something.

He smiled and tucked in some hair behind you ear. Very wholesome situation, well until you tugged his arm for him to come closer so he thought you had something to say, when he finally got close you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly which shocked him by a lot. It was comfortable to be in your arms, if only he could stay there a bit more longer. :'). "H-Hey what are you trying to do? Let go of me, Y/n." He softly whispered, his hot breath hitting you once again but a bit more closer which caused you to hug him tighter. "Dream on." And since you really wouldn't let go of him, and he didn't have enough will to force himself out of your hold, he decided to just stay there. It was 4am and your warmth was more than enough to make him sleepy. Next morning: You woke up with someone in your arms, it was very comfortable. 'Oh it's just Ray..wait what--RAY??' "HOLY SHIT RAY! WAKE UP! WAKE-" His hand covered your mouth as his half-asleep eyes stared at you. "What are you so loud in the morning for?" Man, his morning voice could kill. Shaking your head quickly to shoo away the simp thoughts, you built up the courage to ask him this one cliche question. "Di-Did we perhaps, you know? Do the thing?" Of course Ray was not dumb but he can be an ass. Smirking, he asks with an innocent tone, "What do you mean by thing ?" "Oh my--you know what I mean! Stop acting dumb-" "Oh you mean sex?" He stared at you for a while, keeping that smirk of his on his face while seeing you so flustered and red. "Why do you have to be so blunt, this is why I hate you.." You said as you buried your face into one of your pillows. "Chill, woman. We didn't do that. You did do something dumb last night though." He chuckles as he removes the pillow away from your red face. "Please kill me--what is it?" "Well you just flirted with a Justin Bieber Cutout, nothing new." "I really did that?" You cried as you started mentally smashing your head on a rock. "Yes, yes you did." As soon was those words of confirmation came out of his mouth, you started getting flashbacks again, "Dude, I'll never be drunk again." "That's a good idea. But if you never get drunk again you might never hug me again the way you did last night." 'The way I did last night?...' What did he even mean by that... "What do you mean?" "Want a demonstration?" ..... THE END lol bye this was so bad ahvdusvud - Follow me on wattpad - @excujeemi Join my discord server !! https://discord.gg/wXSuKBXMXt

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Ray Route: Alternate Path Chapter Three

Paring: UnknownxReader

Warnings: Themes of assault

Read the whole fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14985092/chapters/34728701

“Are you scared of me? Are you scared…of what might happen?”                 –Unknown. Christmas DLC.

What if a different Saeran showed up during Ray’s route? A familiar Saeran who doesn’t berate and belittle you, but is instead much more seductive…and dangerous. This is what would have happened if Unknown showed up instead of Suit Saeran.

Day 8 Late Evening/Day 9 Early Morning

Things continue like normal. Well, as normal as it can for a captured princess. You stay in your room, chatting with the RFA whenever you could. Not that you had a choice, considering you were tied up and all. The rough rope scratches at your ankle with every heavy step, but the anchor that weighs you down the most is dread. The dread of Saeran discovering the truth about the fake elixir. Thankfully, the hacker is too busy to see you in person, only occasionally chatting and calling you. It seems he’s just as overworked as Ray was. Still, you’re like a ticking time bomb and the longer you hold back, the bigger the explosion will be.

If that isn’t bad enough, the RFA is doing so much worse than you. To start, V postponed the party, then Zen got interrogated. Seven was also acting quite distant. The RFA is going through a storm, no, a hurricane. And here you are stuck in your prison, unable to do a thing to help. You’re trapped, forced to watch everyone around you worry and suffer.

As the sun sets, it gets harder to log into the chatrooms, yet being alone with your thoughts is even worse. The nighttime brings shadows full of fear and despair. Thankfully, you get into a chatroom with only Jumin. He is the more rational, levelheaded one of the group after all, and something about that makes you feel safe.

The two of you chat about the current situation. Of course, you can’t get into too much detail on your end, in fact, you try to act as neutral as possible. No doubt, Saeran is watching. Both in and out of the chatroom. The thought makes you shudder. At least chatting with Jumin calms you down.

Until you read his latest messages.

Jumin Han: I find your attitude Jumin Han: a little bothering as of late. Jumin Han: I did have such an impression at your introduction Jumin Han: but it feels like Jumin Han: you are Jumin Han: being controlled Jumin Han: by someone else….

Your blood runs cold as you stare at the screen. It’s not that your necessarily being controlled, but you have no idea how to act. When is the elixir supposed to kick in? Should you pretend it took effect? But how would that even work? You’re not sure, but one thing is certain, telling the truth would be suicide. But what can you say? And if you leave Jumin waiting too long, he’ll get even more suspicious.

Fingers shaking, you tap at the screen as your mind scrambles for an excuse. Something. Anything.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom.

The screen changes, first turning black with scrolling green text, before the chatroom returns, red tinged and glitchy.

Saeran.

Your stomach drops as you grip your phone. No matter how many times he interrupts the chats, it always catches you off guard.

Unknown: Princess Unknown: What kind of stupid things is the corporate heir saying? Unknown: Wouldn’t you rather talk to me? ^^ Unknown: How are you feeling now? Unknown: Any Unknown: different~?

Once again, you’re at a loss. Just like with Jumin, you can’t take long to respond, but this time you manage to type something out.

MC: Idk MC: I’m more worried about the party getting postponed. MC: Do you think it’s because of the prosecution interrogation? Unknown: What a smart girl you are~ Unknown: I wish I could let off some steam Unknown: on the guys from the prosecution! Unknown: Savior found out Unknown: that the RFA is postponing the party. Unknown: And now Unknown: she’s more than just angry. Unknown: Not even your cleansing Unknown: cheered her up.

Your breath hitches in your throat. Rika. You aren’t an idiot and from the moment she first came into your room, you knew who she was. She had been very pleasant and charming, yet there had been something unsettling behind her dull, olive eyes. What was this place and why was she doing this? Why did she leave the RFA without a word?

It’s hard to imagine her angry, yet considering what had happened to Ray, the thought is chilling. His last tearful phone call, your final words with him before Saeran took his place. . . that still haunts you. Without a doubt, you know Rika’s responsible for it. She’s fully capable of hurting others and twisting them to her desires. Something tells you she’s willing to do it again.

MC: Am I in trouble? Unknown: Princess. . . Unknown: You don’t have to worry about anything happening to you Unknown: because you’re mine ^^ Unknown: Do you know Unknown: what I told my savior? Unknown: I told her Unknown: that this is Ray’s fault Unknown: he was weak Unknown: and stupid Unknown: and didn’t deserve this mission.

This latest stream of message makes your chest ache. Ray. . . poor Ray. He was amazing, yet treated so horribly.

Ray worked harder than anyone else. . .! He has never ruined things. Not eve- You quickly hit the backspace. No. Your outburst would just make Saeran suspicious. . . Ray was still in there though. Wasn’t he? He wasn’t gone forever, right?

Unknown: But I’m here now. Unknown: I’ll make things better Unknown because I am better. Unknown: We’ll get Savior the info she wants Unknown: and make her happy again.

There’s a pause and you’re not quite sure what to say. You don’t want to help Rika or this place, yet expressing this would only give you away. A couple new messages appear before you can reply.

Unknown: You’re so pretty. Unknown: I love that face you’re making.

Your eyes widen and you look around a bit frantically, cheeks burning. You still have no idea where Saeran had the camera installed, and your heart pounds with horror, yet there’s a small bit of warmth that washes over you. What’s wrong with you? Despite everything Saeran has done, you still feel a strange attraction towards him. Your mind tries to resist with everything it has, but your body, and maybe even your heart refuses to cooperate. All you can do is look down your phone, lowering your head and trying to hide your face as best as you can.

Unknown: Haha Unknown: You’re so cute. Unknown: Watching you like this Unknown: makes me want you even more. Unknown: I want to hold you in my arms Unknown: and feel you Unknown: but I can’t now Unknown: ^^ Unknown: So until I can see you again. . . Unknown: prepare yourself. Unknown: I can’t wait to play with you Unknown: my Princess~

Unknown has left the chatroom

A strange mixture of relief and disappointment fills you as the chatroom returns to normal. It’s better this way. The longer you can be away from Saeran the better.

It’s just you and Jumin now, but not really. Saeran is still monitoring you. All you can do is type up that your phone has been acting up and you’re too tired to keep chatting. You then leave the chatroom before Jumin can start questioning you again.

Are you really tired though?

Yes and no. You’re emotionally exhausted, yet your racing mind won’t let you settle down. Even after you’re ready for bed and under the fluffy pink covers of your princess bed, your mind is still abuzz with anxious thoughts. The nightgown Saeran had the Believers deliver to you doesn’t help. It’s silky, black and scandalous with lace trim and a hem that barely covers you butt. Unfortunately, the Believers took away the much more modest and flowing, princess nightgown Ray had provided. Not that you had a choice in the matter. You still needed to act like you took the elixir after all, so you put on the nightgown without any resistance. This was honestly the least of your worries. . .

What was going to happen tomorrow? You don’t want to think about it. Surely Saeran is going to expect the elixir to have kicked in? So you had to act like it did, or else you would be in trouble? But how? That’s the part that gets you every time. It seemed the elixir was supposed to make people happy, yet everyone here seemed so sluggish and odd. Ray had been miserable, though Searan had this manic, unhinged joy about him. So was that how you were supposed to act? Glum, sleepy, hyper? You still couldn’t figure it out!

Despite all your tossing and turning along with the swirling tonic of uncertainty and nerves in the pit of your stomach, your breathing slows down and you soon doze off.

Saeran walks through the hall, head held high and mint eyes wide with excitement. It’s finally time to visit his princess. She made his work go a bit slower than he cared to admit. Her hypnotic eyes called to him. Then there were her lips. He could almost taste their sweetness just by watching the camera feed. But the part that almost drove them over the edge was her body. The way she fidgeted as she sat on the bed. It was in a word, tantalizing. The nightgown he had sent for her only emphasized her delicious shape. He could stare at her 24/7, if he let himself, but no, he isn’t like Ray. Saeran can still enjoy his princess and get work done.

What got him the most excited was the way she tossed and turned in bed. Restless and writhing. That was surely the elixir finally kicking in. It took a lot longer with her than other Believers, but Saeran doesn’t care. All that matters is that she’s one of them now. She finally belongs here and would be his forever. The thought makes his heartrate skyrocket.

He stops at her bedroom door and tries to collect himself. While it was tempting to loudly barge like all the other times, tonight is different. Special. He tugs at his open suit jacket, causing it to sloppily hang off of one shoulder. The clothes Savior gave him prove to be more and more suffocating, and as the day progressed, he made some changes. First he ditched the tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt, so he could finally breathe. Of course there was his jacket, but the thing he liked most was the leather choker he found. He has no idea who it belonged to before, but now it’s his.

With a drawn out sigh and a smirk, Saeran grasps the doorknob and turns it as slowly and gently as possible. He steps into the dark bedroom. A sweet, familiar odor assaults his senses, causing his fingers to tremble as he closes the door the behind him.

His gaze hones in on the bed. A large lump lays in the center, moving up and down at a sluggish pace. Soft and deep breaths fill the air. It’s like a siren’s song, drawing him closer and closer until he stands at the side of the bed, staring at his princess. Her eyes are shut, and lips curved into a slight smile. The elixir has given her peace. Now she can finally be happy. He brought her salvation. Not Ray. Him.

With a proud grin, he leans in closer, relishing in the medley of her breathing and addictive scent. Now he can take what was his from the very beginning. His eyes widen and his smile grows as he kicks off his dress shoes and climbs into the bed.

Rustling followed by warmth breaks through the unfeeling darkness.

It feels good.

So good.

Your breath hitches and you weakly gasp as the sensation grows stronger. Everything is floaty, yet falling and you soon recognize the feeling is coming from your neck. The fog gradually fades as consciousness kicks in. Soft blankets keep you warm and the mattress underneath you creaks with movement, but it’s not coming from you. . .

Your eyes snap open and you let out a strangled gasp at the sight of someone straddling you. You’re aware of his lips on your neck, yet it takes your brain a moment to process that it’s Saeran. How? When!? You reach for his chest, about to shove him, but your hands recoil and a chill runs up your spine when you remember the elixir. You can’t blow your cover. But then what are you supposed to do!? The conflicting thoughts leave you frozen.

Saeran nips at your neck with a growl before pulling back and adjusting himself so he can look down at you. “Good morning, Princess~” he greets with a cheerful snicker. “Aww. You look so tired.” His hand finds your cheeks and without thinking you close your eyes for a moment.

Why does his touch feel so good?

“I shouldn’t have woken you up so early. The sun’s not even up, but I was just too excited to see you~” His expression turns malicious, but soon his eyes go half lidded as he leans closer, lips hovering over yours. “Let me make it up to you. . .” His hands glide down your nightgown, causing you to squirm. Your heart pounds as a sense of danger creeps up on you, but before you can react, his hands find their way under your nightgown, causing you to gasp and buck your hips. “I’ll make it so you won’t want to go back to sleep.” He squeezes your torso, causing a moan to escape you. His fingers are rough, warm and dangerously close to your chest. You can’t help but quiver with fear and excitement. You open your mouth, but only a breath comes out as Saeran goes for your neck again. This time, he trails kisses all the way down to your chest. The way his lips sloppily press into your flesh sends tingling shockwaves throughout your insides, each one more intense than the one before it.

He stops mere inches above the sweetheart neckline of your nightgown and you hold your breath. What is he going to do? The thought makes you tremble with anticipation.

A deep and low rumble of growl comes from Saeran as he nips and licks you before latching on.

“S-Saeran. . .!” You moan and writhe, unable to control yourself. Despite your jerking moving, he keeps his hold on you, and with a groan, sucks harder.

This is wrong. . . isn’t it? You need to stop him, yet you don’t want to. Why was it getting harder and harder to resist him? You didn’t take the real elixir, and yet, you’re completely under his control. You’re so close to completely succumbing. Your mind tries to fight it, yet your body only wants to submit.

After what feels like an eternity of bliss and heat, Saeran releases you, panting for air, but soon his lips curve into a mischievous smirk as he brushes his fingers against the spot of warmth. “Marked you as my princess~ Now shall we continue~?” He gives you an expectant stare.

You’re not sure which is louder, the pounding pulse in your ear, or your ragged breaths. You want this. You want it so bad. It was okay, right? It was for your survival anyways. . . With a pleading whimper, you nod your head.

“Good girl~” Saeran steals your lips in a rough and sloppy kiss. His own lips are sweet with a slight spice to it, but it’s over before you can properly figure out what it tastes like. You let out a disappointed grunt as Saeran sits up and snickers.

“Sorry Princess, but you kept me waiting, so it’s only fair. I should make you do something to earn this.” Chortling, he snatches your phone from the nightstand.

All of the heat coursing through your body ices over and the haze clouding your mind evaporates.

“Let’s mess with the RFA. Maybe we can get them to hold the party again.” The phone’s light casts a wicked shadow over Saeran’s face as his thumb scrolls over the screen.

“W-wait a minute.” You manage to sit up. “What are you going to do?” You try to hide the frantic anxiety in your voice.

Saeran doesn’t look up. “Hmm… We can pretend you’re getting tortured. We can say the hacker won’t feed you and keeps threatening your life, and…” His face slowly lit up with sadistic glee. It starts with widening eyes and finishes with his lips curling into a malicious smirk. “We can send some pictures, but let’s not put it in the chatroom. We can directly contact that redhead, Luciel.” Saeran burst into hysterical cackles, wheezing for air before he continued. “Oh it’ll be glorious! That traitor’s so full of secrets, I bet he’ll only tell V about it. All those two want is to be heroes who get all the glory, but this time, they won’t be able to lie their way out. This will crush them. We’ll really make it look like I’m abusing you~” He reaches out and grasps a strand of your hair, letting it slip past his long fingers. “Of course, I won’t really be that rough. . .unless you want me to.” He raises an eyebrow before returning to attention to the phone. “Now let’s see how we can start this up. . .”

“No don’t!” You don’t want to hurt the RFA, but especially not Seven. Even V. Despite how aggravating he could be with not telling anyone about Rika or Saeran, he didn’t deserve this either. Without thinking you snatch the phone from Saeran and hug it to your chest. It isn’t until his surprised, wide eyes narrow that you realize how bad you just messed up.

“Princess,” Saeran begins slowly, voice low and threatening. “You realize that we’re helping further Paradise, don’t you? You’re not trying to go against Paradise,” His frown deepened. “are you?”

You don’t know what to do or say. You could give back the phone and apologize, but no, you can’t let Saeran blackmail Seven. You can’t pit the brothers against each other. But then what were you supposed to do? Your eyes fill with tears and it sinks in that you’re completely and utterly trapped. You let out a small sob, which quickly turns into a loud gasp when Saeran suddenly shoves you onto your back.

He clutches your shoulder in a death grip as he pins you. You can’t move. You can barely breathe. All you can do is stare up at the fury in his face. “S-saeran I’m s-“

“That elixir was fake, wasn’t it?” He interrupts through clenched teeth.

Without a word, you quickly nod, terrified of further provoking him.

“That marshmallow bastard, I should’ve known. . .” He hisses before snatching your phone. “I’m blocking your access from the RFA.”

“No please!” You gasp. The RFA is your only connection to the outside world. Your only chance of freedom. “Y-you can’t!” You manage to reach for the phone, but Saeran tosses it aside before roughly snatching your wrists and pinning them over your head.

“I can do whatever I want with the messenger,” He snarls and adjusts his hold, so that only one hand holds your wrists. He presses his knees against your sides, completely immobilizing you. “And whatever I want with you!” His free hand snatches your chin, holding your head in place.

What was he going to do to you!?

“No stop!” You scream with a sob and squeeze your eyes shut.

His grip on your loosens and you open eyes. Saeran’s face scrunches as his gaze goes glossy.

“S-Saeran. . .?” Despite it all, worry tugs at you. Is he okay?

His nails dig into your wrist as he bares his teeth. “No! Get. . . out of here. . . !” He gasps and growls, curling in on himself in agony, before releasing you. “Stop. . .don’t. . .” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Please! Please don’t hurt her!” He screams.

Something wet lands on your cheek. Tears. Your heart skips a beat. “R-Ray. . .?” Could it be? Is it really him?

His eyes widen and focus back on you. With a small whimper, his lips quiver. “Wh-what did I. . .?” He slowly sits up, eyes growing wider and wider as more tears welled up. “Wh-what was I about t-to-?” He shakes his head and grips it. “No!” He sobs and practically tumbles off the bed, before falling to his knees. I almost. . .I almost. . .!” His words come out slurred and hysterical as he weeps. “Princess. . .this is my fault! I’m sorry! S-so sorry!”

It really was Ray. You sit up, and shaky hands cover your mouth as tears stream down your cheek. He’s back. He came back for you, but seeing him in such pain, devastates you. “R-Ray. . .it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You climb off the bed and sit by his side, but he scoots away.

“N-no! Don’t forgive me! Just throw me away right now before he comes back!” He pleads with desperate sobs. “Princess! I’msorryI’msorry! I’M SO SORRY! What do I do? What should I do?” He wails and curls in on himself. “I hurt you! I almost. . .I almost. . .! No. . .” He looks back at you, eyes puffy and face extra pale. “Are you alright? Didn’t it hurt. . .?” He trails off as his gaze slides down to the rope around your ankle. “I-I can’t believe this. . .” He grabs the rope and stares down at in horror. “I’ll never forgive myself. . .”

“R-Ray no! It wasn’t you, it was Saeran.” You wipe your eyes before crawling over to him. “But you’re back now and that’s all that matters,” you say. Ray would make things right.

This time, he stiffens, but doesn’t retreat. “I-I might be dragged back into the abyss. So please just-ugh!” He once again grips his head, tugging at his pink tinged hair. “Ugh. . .my head is killing me. I think I’ll pass out any moment. . .Princess. . .” He wheezes and lets out a weak whimper. “Leave me here. . .and go.” He shakes his head and looks down, voice lowering into a defeated whisper. “Ray. . .wasn’t supposed to last from the very beginning.”

“Ray no. . .please don’t go. . .” You beg with a whimper and reach for him.

“Ever since I met you. . .” After a moment of hesitation, his hand stretches towards yours. “I thought maybe I could stay. . .” His fingers graze yours, they’re cold as if he had been handling ice, yet it gives you a warm feeling. That is, until he recoils and pulls back. “But. . .” His voice cracks and he turns away. “Saeran is my real name. . . Ray never existed in the first place. . .”

"N-no.” You smack your palms against the floor for emphasis. “No!” You refused to believe it. The man you met and fell for, he was real. Everything that happened between you two was also real.

With a shaky breath, Ray opens his mouth to say more, but you interrupt him with a hug. His body trembles. Each shake goes straight to your heart. You want to vanquish his fears and doubts. A tear runs down your cheeks as your eyes close, and you rest your cheek against his chest. “Ray, I-“

“Ugh!” He goes rigid and gasps for air before prying you off him. The gesture is frantic and shaky, yet there’s still a gentleness to it as if you’re a glass doll and he’s afraid of shattering you. “Stay away from me. You have to stay away. . .!” He jumps to his feet, but stumbles and grabs his head. “A-ah. . .N-no. . .!”

“R-Ray. . .!” You get up and cautiously approach him.

With a gasping sob, he shakes his head before turning away and bolting out of the room, throwing the door open.

“Ray!” You rush after him. “Stop!” Just as you step out into the hallway something tugs at your ankle, causing you to yelp and fall face first onto the cold marble floor.  Pain jolts up your arms and legs, but that doesn’t matter. With a pained groan, you try to get up, but your ankle burns. The rope. . . your stomach plummets. Tears blur your vision as you take in the empty, silent hallway. Ray was long gone.

Ray. . .

With a sob, your body goes limp. Seeing him like that hurts. It hurts so much, but the worst part is not being able to help him. Now he was going to be all alone, suffering. Despite everything, he blamed himself, even after you nearly gave into Saeran. . . Ray, poor Ray. . . He was too good for you. . .but he himself didn’t believe that. You didn’t even get the chance to thank him for saving you. Twice. Tears soak the floor and your face as you let out an anguished whimper. At some point, Believers were probably going to come and drag you back into the bedroom, but you don’t care. All you cared about was Ray.

What was going to happen to him?

Was he really going to disappear?

A/N: Ahhh I'm so sorry I made you guys wait so long for this. I was quite busy with several zine projects and I've been dabbling with making art. It's been really fun~Anyways... Here is the next part. I actually used some dialogue from Ray's route, so I had to keep watching Youtube videos. It brings back salty memories lol. I twisted a lot of Suit Saeran's lines to be more Unknown-ish. I kept Ray's part of the scene pretty true to the game though. For this fic, I wanted to just have Unknown replacing Suity to be the main change since that was my biggest gripe with the route. I do have a comic story I've been thinking of drawing that involves heavier changes to the route, but... we'll see if that ever becomes a thing lol.So yeah! I hope I haven't lost my mojo when it comes to writing this story lol. Unknown/Saeran's POV was fun, though it was a bit awkward for me to do it in present tense, but then I felt like it would be weird to make his POV in past tense since the Reader POV is present. If it's too weird I can change it though lol. Also hope Unknown/Saeran wasn't too scary in this chapter. >.< And hopefully there won't be as long of the wait for the next chapter!

[pabloimagines]

Requested by Anonymous

Title: Things They Don’t Teach You in STC Pairing: Ray x Reader Rating: PG  A/N: Dear nonny, I took some liberties here, ‘cause I couldn’t figure out whether you wanted Ray or Pablo. If I fucked it up, please let me know and you’ll get the two-for-one special! STC stands for Special Operations Training Course, which is a course MARSOC Marines go through on their way to becoming...MARSOC Marines. Yeah.  Word Count: 1,500

“Take it from the top. I still don’t… How?” Ray rubbed his face, trying to get a handle on how his girlfriend was going to push their kid out.

“Okay, from the top. This is her cervix. It’s at the back of where you hit it. When she starts having contractions, this shit opens up, dilates, to open her up enough to let the kid come through. The contractions pull it apart or some shit, and that’s why it hurts.” Enson explained, pointing at the diagram on the screen for the fourth time, knowing Ray wouldn’t truly get it until it really happened.

“And what happens after? Does it just…Go back to normal?”

Enson laughed knowingly, smacking Ray hard in the back before pressing his friend’s shoulders in a show of solidarity.

“After one? Sure, it’ll go back to normal. After that? You’re on your own, my man.”

Ray growled out a sigh, leaning back in his chair, frustrated by the fact that he was in over his head. He hated not being able to grasp a concept, and this was one concept where failure wasn’t an option.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” He said to no one in particular, shaking his head.

“Welcome to the fuckin’ club, man.” Enson wheezed, enjoying his friend’s misery more than he should have, but remembering full well when it was him in that same position and how, over time, everything just fell into place.

“Listen, man. Only thing you gotta worry about is catching the kid, aight? Everything else? Breezy,” Enson added, pretending to wash his hands of his friend’s proverbial worries, his expression confident. “Oh, and don’t do what I did with Carly and drop your phone on the kid when you’re taking pictures right after. She’ll never forgive you.”

Ray closed his eyes and took a breath. He had to go home.

You were growing a basketball player. There was no other explanation. You still weren’t even sure you trusted the ultrasound when it showed only one baby; it would’ve made more sense for a twin to be hiding somewhere in there, given how big your belly was.

Sighing, you padded over to the stove to check the sauce. Though it was getting harder to stay on your feet, and you were miserable anywhere but the couch, cooking was something you were adamant about still doing. Not because of any bullshit patriarchal reason, but because you’d mastered the art of making food that didn’t give you immediate heartburn, and no one, not even Ray, was going to mess with that system.

You rolled your ankles one at a time as you stirred, feeling the swelling in the joint with every turn, your skin feeling like it would rip apart at any second because of how much fluid had collected there. Your back ached like Satan himself was sitting on it, and with your belly as big as it was, you knew there was no way to get any sort of massage to ease it.

The door opened just as you were trying to stretch out your back, holding onto the counter and doing your best forward bend. Before you managed to unfold yourself, you felt strong, sturdy hands right over your tailbone, Ray sliding them under your shirt, applying just the right amount of pressure as he worked his way up your sore muscles. It felt so good, you couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes. It’s not that Ray hasn’t been attentive; on the contrary, he’s more than pulled his weight. It’s just that you miss the little things, and at that moment, getting a back massage was definitely one of them. Discreetly, you wiped your tears, feeling silly for crying over something so simple.

You waited until he’d done a few laps from tailbone to shoulders and back again before slowly standing back up. You’re greeted with a look of sympathy and a gentle kiss.

“How was your day, babe? Dinner smells good.” His voice is always softer with you, especially when it’s just the two of you and none of his boys are around. Searching his face, you could tell he was stressed, and you made a mental note to talk about it later.

“My day was...boring. I feel like I’ve watched everything on Netflix. Twice. I love you, babe, but if your kid doesn’t come out soon, I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands,” you joked, shooting him a wink before moving back over to the stove. His eyes narrowed playfully and he waited until you were done stirring to turn you to face him.

You watched as Ray wordlessly got down on his knees, his hands slipping your shirt up over your belly before he pressed a soft kiss just above your now-deformed belly button. The baby kicked almost immediately, the force of it making an outline against your taut skin, something you weren’t sure you’d ever be used to seeing.

“Are we sure it’s human?” You whispered, making a face down at Ray, who only chuckled, clearly less freaked out by the baby’s movements than you were.

“It’s human, babe. That little foot just proved it. Could damn-near count the toes.” His eyes moved back down to your tummy, Ray’s gaze softening as it always did when he was getting ready to talk to your baby.

“Have you been treating mommy well today, lil’ guy? Giving her kidneys a break?” Ray rubbed your belly gently, and you felt the tears come back, for a different, deeper reason. Though you tried never to think about it, you knew what Ray did for a living was dangerous; it had been from day one. Even when he was still in the service, there was always a chance of uniformed men showing up to your door with condolences. The only difference now was that the uniform would be different and the condolences would be interrogation questions. You pressed a hand over your mouth, unwilling to interrupt the tender moment with tears and anxiety over something that might never happen; with Ray’s luck, he’d live to be 100.

“Me and your mommy can’t wait to meet you, you know? Daddy was freaking out today, worrying about how you’d get here and what it would do to mommy and what it would be like once you were here. But, at the end of the day, the only thing that matters is that you get here healthy, with all ten fingers and toes, and a good set of lungs on you. Right, mommy?”

You knew your face had crumpled into one of withheld sobs from the silence that followed his question, and when you managed to open your eyes, Ray looked concerned and a little emotional himself; a rarity for him.

“Babe? Everything okay?”

“I-I love you so much!” You blurted out on a sob, the confession bringing an understanding smile to Ray’s face as he stood back up to his full height. “I love you and I d-don’t want anything to ha-happen to you!”

Ray sighed softly and wrapped his arms around you, not caring that there was a slight distance between you on account of the belly; his height made for a far easier reach.

“Nothing’s gonna happen, babe, I promise. If it starts going sideways, we pull the plug, just like we always do. We get out of there, and we get home. I love you. You can’t keep putting yourself through the wringer like this. It’s not good for you or the baby.”

You were crying too hard to speak, grateful to be in his arms, even if it wasn’t the usual cocooning hug you were used to. Part of the frustration was sitting at home all day, utterly alone until Ray showed up. Having him there now made all the difference, and if you’d had your way, he’d have taken the last month of your pregnancy off with you. Nodding to make sure he’d understood you’d heard him, you held on as tight as you could, not willing to let go, even if the sauce burned.

“We’re gonna be fine. In a few weeks--” you shot him a look, “days, our baby will be here, and we’ll have way more important things to worry about than labor or Netflix, or things happening. We’ll have our little one and he’ll be our world. I don’t know about you, but I’m excited, even if I am kind of freaking out. Did you know you have to open up like, 20 centimeters for him to even come out?”

His words caused an unintentional snort to escape amidst the tears, his look of confusion so endearing you couldn’t help but kiss him.

“It’s only ten, babe. Only ten.”

“File under, ‘Shit they never taught me in STC’.” Ray looked serious, but you couldn’t help but laugh. Things would work out, even if neither of you had a training manual to go by.

[rpf-bat]

@kpopchangedmylifesstuff well, I do have a few in my master list.

There’s No Way I’m Kissing That Guy is Gerard x Male Reader.

Stand Up Fucking Tall is Gerard x Trans!Male Reader.

The Cameras Pull You Right Back Down is Mikey x Trans!Male Reader.

I Can’t Swim (Don’t Rub It In) is Ray Toro x Trans!Male Reader.

When I Was A Young Boy features a Trans!Male Reader who is Gerard’s son.

But you’re right. Most of those are a couple years old. I haven’t made a new one in a while. Do you have a request?

[lunanovwrites]

RayxReader

Word Count: 157

You opened the door to Ray’s bedroom, finding him sprawled across the top of his comforter, sound asleep. It was noon, the day after a late stream, and you felt bad having to wake him.

“Ray, hon, you’ve gotta get up.” You sat beside him in the bed, gently shaking him until he groaned and turned onto his back.

“Do I have to? Why don’t we just stay in bed all day?” He leaned up and pulled you into him, dragging you down to lay next to him in bed. Ray kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheek, and finally your lips, leaving you with that warm fuzzy feeling that only he gave you.

“I guess I can tell Lindsay I’m sick... I’m sure she and Michael will understand if we have to reschedule.” You reached for your phone, shooting your friend a quick message before you settled in for a long afternoon of cuddling and relaxing.

[somethinglacking]

I'll never let you go

You sat in a chair as your capture delicately brushed your hair for you. His fingers was brush your neck causing you to shiver every so often. The man standing behind you insisted you put on a sweater if you're cold. You tried to explain that wasn't the case, that you felt overly warm, but it was like your words couldn't reach him. You looked up to the mirror in front of you to see his mint green eyes dazed as he repeatedly brushed the same section of hair. He looked as lost as you did. Sad even.

"Ray...?" You spoke his name softly offering a smile to him in the mirror as his gaze met yours there.

"Is there something you needed? Did I pull your hair? I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. I'd never hurt you on purpose!" He apologized and you couldn’t help, but giggle a little at the endearing man. "Why are you laughing!?" Ray gasped.

"You're very cute." You told him watching his eyes sparkle, and a light dusting of red gracing his cheeks. This man was beautiful, breathtakingly so. His eyes caught a glint as he leaned in his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

"If you knew of the way I daydreamed about you... cute would be the farthest word you'd use to describe me." Ray purred before standing straight and continued to brush your hair. You saw how scarlet your face turned and your body pulsed as if you've been electrocuted and feeling it slowly null your nerves.

"Ray, what exactly are you getting me ready for?" You asked feeling slightly brave around the man. He smiled softly setting your soft shining hair around your shoulders.

"The savior has requested I bring you to her." He spoke with an underline worried frown. "So, I'm just spending sometime with you before the meeting."

"I always enjoy your company, Ray." You assured him and he beamed a smile at you.

"I'm glad. I really like you." He confessed blushing looking slightly off to his left. You smiled leaning your head back against him taking him off guard.

He cleared his throat. "I have to go make sure everything is in order for your meeting with the savior. I'll leave you to dress, and I’ll be back soon." He turned and made his way to the door and left.

You took in a deep breath as you sat dazed. You had so many questions, and no way to ask them. You looked toward the door where Ray had just been feeling slightly lonely without him. You knew that Ray was probably dangerous, but he was the only thing familiar to you at this point.

With an unsteady breath you stood and walked toward the Wardrobe. Ray had stocked it full of nice and somewhat expensive clothing for you to wear. You smiled as you grabbed a purple blouse and a black pencils skirt to put on over it. Ray had said that you where to meet the savior and you wanted to look nice. You pulled on some black stockings and grabbed a set of heels. After applying some make up you deemed yourself presentable enough to meet Rat's savior.

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An hour later you where sitting on your bed chatting in the chatroom with the RFA. The RFA full of real people and not A.I game characters. Not that the information shocked you, you figured out after a phone call or two that they were indeed real people. Either way you followed Ray's instructions and played along with the 'game'.

Everyone seemed concerned with your safety after V let it slip you two met briefly, which caused you to snort at them. Even if you were in a dangerous situation you have yet to feel threatened or feared for your life. On the contrary you actually felt the safest you have in years. The streets where harsh and you're work was degrading. Here you had a beautiful room, three guaranteed meals a day, and a real friend that worried endlessly for you. As if you actually belong somewhere for the first time in your life.

There was a soft knock on your door that caught your attention. Without even bothering to say goodbye you signed out of the messenger and walked toward the door. You opened it slowly to be greeted by Ray's charming smile. Feeling lighter upon seeing him you swung the door fully open and stood in front of him.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured blushing as he reached out to touch your cheek softly

"Thank you. You're quite dashing yourself." You complimented him back as he flushed and looked toward the ground.

"I'm here to escort you to the savior." He mumbled offering you his arm. You smiled at him looping you arm around his and allowed him to guide you to your destination.

"What's the savior like?" You ask and he hummed smiling toward you.

"She very kind, and really interested in you. I'm sure she'll love you." Ray spoke and you nodded as he lead you into new parts of the castle you've never been to or seen. "I had requested the savior allow you to work for me and become my assistant since you're already helping me deal with the RFA. She seemed pleased with the arrangement, but insisted on meeting you first." He explained opening a door that lead to another corridor.

"I'd love to work with you Ray, it would mean I’d get to spend more time with you." You assured him and he smiled pulling you a little closer toward him as you stood before a set of elegant doors. Ray opened them leading you into a brightly lit room with a throne at the end of the massive hall.

"Ahhh, I don't believe she's here yet." Ray mumbled glancing around the room.

"Oh dear, it seems you beat me here Ray. I hope you and our lovely guest hadn't been waiting to long." A musical voice spoke as a woman stepped from behind a curtain. You raised an eyebrow assuming it was another entrance to the hall.

"We had just arrived." Ray chimed as the short woman in a tight slightly revealing dress waltzed toward the two of you. She smiled brightly eyes half hidden behind her mask.

"You must be the girl Ray has told me so much about. I'm glad to finally meet you." She practically sang stepping toward you wrapping her arms around you in an embrace. You tightened your hold on Ray as you raised your other arm to embrace the other girl. "You're perfect. Beautiful!" She exclaimed stepping away from you cupping your cheeks in her hands.

"Thank you, Savior. It's a pleasure to meet you." You spoke unsure how to respond to the woman before you.

"Ray you may leave us now. I'll call for you when I'm done with our visit." The savior spoke kindly toward Ray who bowed awkwardly because of your grasp on him.

"Princess." He spoke and stood up straight. "I'm afraid I'll be needing to take my arm with me." He teased you with a chuckle as you released him. "Don't look so worried. You're apart of our paradise now, I'll see you soon. Please enjoy your time with our Savior." Ray assured you and you looked up at him and nodded.

"Soon." You agreed and he laughed stepping forward placing his fingers under your chin as he lightly pressed his lips to you forehead.

"Yes princess, soon." He promised stepping away from you and quickly bow once more toward the Savior and walked out of the room.

"He seems quite taken by you. I'm glad, Ray is such a sad boy, but I think you can be good for him." The Savior beamed. " Please follow me, we'll have lunch on my private chambers. I can't wait to learn all about you."

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Later that evening you found yourself laughing and enjoying the girlish batter between you and the Savior as you both walked around Ray's garden. She had laid most of your questions about this place to rest. The questions about V and the RFA to rest. You followed the blond about the garden enjoying the smile of the flower bloomed around you.

"Its You!" A man's voice called out halting your current conversion as you and the Savior turn toward the disruption.

"Oh, V." You gasp in surprise as the Savior snarls his name.

"It's not safe, I have to get you out of here. Please Rika let her go." V gasped eyes never leaving yours.

"Deciplies! This man is the traitor! Take him to the cells." The Savior order and you blinked.

"You're Rika." You breathed as the followers restrained V.

"You were already aware of that. Now I'll call for Ray to come collect you. I've enjoyed our evening, but I have a traitor to deal with." Rika spoke in a dead voice that sent chills throughout your body. You watched as V called out to you as he was dragged off. You looked toward the Savior as she spoke softly into her phone glancing off where V was taken.

"Princess!?!" You're eye lit up as you turned to see Ray running toward you. "Savior are you Okay? We caught him right?" Ray gasped and Rika raised her hand to silence him.

"I had him taken to the cells. Ray would you see our guest back to her room and administer the elixir of salvation. You are to stay by her side, understood. She is your responsibility now. I'll see you both soon. Welcome to Mint-Eye and Welcome to paradise." Rika cooed the last part at you before she turned and walked the way v had been a few minutes before.

"Are you hurt?" Ray asked looking at you and you shook your head staring at the concern in his eyes. "That's a relief. I apologise for the chaos. It's not usually like this." He assured you taking your hand in his.

"What about you Ray? You seem worried." You noted and he smiled at you caressing your cheek.

"I was just worried that liar had harmed you. You appear fine." He lifted his arm around the small of you back hugging you close to him as the hand he was hold pressed to his lips. "It's getting chilly. Let's head inside."

You intertwined your fingers with his to his surprise. His eyes met yours for a second before he blushed and looked to the side. His hand holding you close release you as your hands stayed glued together and dropped between you. You smiled warmly at the gentleman before you and allowed him to guide you throughout the castle once more.

You both walked in a comfortable silence, fingers remaining interlocked as followers scurried about the castle as you both walked forward. You had a small smile playing at you lips as Ray's fingers tighten around yours every so often. You felt slightly dazed breathing deeply catching a faint sweet scent come from the man close to your side. It was a comforting smell.

"I won't have time to make another sweet elixir for you." Ray spoke softly with a frown.

"If I take it, do I get to stand beside you forever?" You asked and he stopped walking looking at you wide eyed.

"You and I will never be separated after you take the elixir. I promise." His voice was frantic as you smiled up at him.

"Than I don't care how bitter or disgusting this elixir is. Because I get you." You whisper looking down as he crushed you body to his. He held you tight as his shoulder shook. You could hear his rapid heartbeat and the small sobs that escaped his throat.You smiled fondly returning the hug running comforting fingers through his hair. “I’ll never leave you.” You promised, ahe let out another sob, holding you tightly hiding his face in your hair.

"I'll never let you go, Princess."

[snapmydisk]

OMG! No one writes Ray anymore! I can't explain how happy I am rn! Can you write one where Ray and reader are best friends and she likes one of the other achievement hunters (Michael maybe?) and one day Ray is just like, "Why do you like that asshole?" And confesses his love for her?!

Michael invited you out for lunch with the restof the crew, and you giddily agreed, whilst still trying to keep your cool. Outof the corner of your eye, you watched Ray roll his eyes but you chose toignore him.

Once you had fluffed your hair and reappliedyour lipstick, you bumped into Ray outside the bathroom “Need the little ladiesroom?” you smirked.

“Was waiting for you to get ready for yourdate,” he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“It’s hardly a date if there’s 5 other guysthere…unless there’s some secret group dating thing. You know the fan girlswould love that!” you joked.

“I just don’t know why you would want to datesuch an asshole!” he said angrily.

“Hey, what the hell is wrong?”

Ray sighed “He’s not really an asshole, but he’snot good enough for you. You’re so damn perfect to me, too good even for me! It’swhy I’ve never told you…how I feel. Because I know I’ll never be with you, but Iguess I’m jealous. Which is so dumb considering…Look Y/N, I love you.”

 “Oh,” was all you managed to reply.

[ladymogar-archive]

Patch Me Up, Doc

Pairing: Ray x Reader Summary: Ray gets hurt on a heist and doc!Reader takes care of him Rating: PG-13 (language, mention of blood) Words: 1899 A/N: um so this has been in my WIP folder for like a year and finally, finally its done and i’m happy with it. it’s been a while since i’ve written for ray but i totally miss him and hit a nostalgic mood so. happy easter i guess, haha

“Fuck! Quit moving so quickly Ryan!”

“Y/N!” You immediately rose from where you sat in your desk chair and hurried into the main room of the warehouse. At first you couldn't tell what was wrong but then Geoff shifted out of the way. Ray’s arms were draped over Ryan and Michael’s shoulders and he hung between them, unconscious. Blood dripped from his forehead and his left leg seemed to be bleeding heavily.

“Jesus. Ok.” You took a deep breath. “Bring him back here.”You led the way back to where you had a small doctor’s office. Usually, you just did small patch ups. Sewing cuts up, binding sprains, picking glass out of skin, things like that. They didn’t usually bring the big injuries to you.

“Here, lay him up here.” The examination table was clean, mainly from lack of use, and they eased Ray up there with no problems. You immediately began taking care of the head wound, cleaning up the large amount of blood.

“Is he gonna be ok?” Geoff asked. You could hear Gavin retching in another room and Michael and Ryan had gone to get cleaned up. Geoff and Jack had stayed, hovering around like mothers. You couldn’t help but smile a bit at that thought.

“I haven’t got a very good look yet, but it doesn’t look too deep. It’s a head wound so it’ll bleed a lot. A concussion, maybe. His leg, on the other hand, will take a little more work. Now, tell me. Why’d you bring Ray here and not the hospital?” You glanced up at the two men as you worked. They both looked worse for wear: they were bloody and looked dead on their feet.

“The guys we were up against? They’re the ones with contacts in the hospital. They didn’t know that it was us trying to stop them, they thought we were some odd gang.” Jack answered, shrugging. “We couldn’t go to the hospital because then they might be smart enough to put two and two together and figure out it was us. Until the crew is big enough to afford to the hospital on our own…”

“We can’t risk them finding out. Understood.” You finished for him.

“You can do it though, right, Y/N? Get Ray fixed up?” Geoff looked at you expectantly.

“Yeah, yeah, now shoo. Go get cleaned up or something.” You waved them out of the room, looking back down at Ray. “I may need your help later.”

The next hour was spent fixing up Ray. The head wound was the easiest to patch up. The wound itself wasn’t all that large and once you managed to slow the bleeding, you could see that it’d only require one or two stitches. You did that quickly, before moving down to his leg.

“Y/N?” Ray groaned out. He tried to lift himself up onto his elbows.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down there.” You hurried to push him back into his previous laying position. “I’m not done cleaning you up yet.”

“I….Is it bad?” He mumbled.

“No, not too bad. I need to you to take these meds though, they’ll reduce the pain.” You waited while he took the pills then gave him a reassuring smile. “And, uh, I do need to check this place on your leg. It’s up high enough that I’ll need to take your pants off though.”

“Oh, cool.” A blush had crept up Ray’s neck and was spreading onto his ears and cheeks.

“I mean, Ray, if you had wanted me to take your pants off, you could’ve just asked. You didn’t have to get shot.” You made an effort at a joke, hoping to relax Ray and yourself. It didn’t really work, as Ray just blushed a shade darker and began to sputter nonsense. You sigh and then shake your head. Professional, you thought to yourself. Professional.

“Alright, so, you wanna unbutton your pants or should I?” You asked. Ray grumbled at you but unfastened his pants himself, unzipping the zipper. He then closed his eyes in what you thought was an effort to distract himself. You tugged his jeans off, being extra careful around the wound on his left leg, though he did let out a strained noise when you accidently pressed to close to it.

“Sorry, sorry.” You mumbled. You had eased back into work mode and didn’t pay much attention to Ray’s boxers or anything else. You worked to clean the blood from the wound, which was thankfully not near any arteries. As you began to check the injury for fibers, you heard Ray’s breath even out, signalling that he fell asleep. You were quite relieved about that, as you weren’t sure how well he’d handle the cleaning process.

**

“Mm, Y/N?” You turned away from your computer desk.

“Nice to see you awake, finally.” You grinned and walked over to sit next to Ray.

“Where….where am I?” Ray asked, glancing around.

“My house. My bed, specifically.” You answered.

“Fuck.” Ray groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow. “Of course. Well, Doc, what’s the damage?”

“Once you heal up, you’ll be perfectly fine. It’ll just take a bit of time.”

“Am I…will I stay here the whole time?” He asked, scratching at his face.

“Well,” You paused for a moment to think, “no, you should be able to go back to your house fairly soon. I’ll only keep you here long enough to make sure everything is healing up right.”

“Oh.” He said softly. The two of you sit in quiet comfort for a long while, you back doing work on your computer and Ray playing on his phone. After about an hour, Ray speaks up.

“”Um. I, uh, I need some help.” You turn back to him, confused.

“With?”

“I...I have to pee.”

“Oh!” You hurry around the bed and grab the crutches, helping him get off the bed. “The bathroom is through that door - do you, uh, need help getting in there or - ?”

“Nope, nope, I’m good!” Ray insists, shuffling quickly to the bathroom. You move back to your computer and don’t comment on how Ray almost slips when he exits the bathroom. He sits heavily onto the bed and sighs.

“I’m sorry ‘bout this.” Ray comments to you.

“Hey, no, don’t worry about it.” You wave him off, turning back to face him. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get hurt?” He groans and rubs at his face.

“It’s a dumb thing, I was up on a roof like usual but - these guys snuck up on me, and I didn’t hear them, so. I almost ruined the heist.” He shrugs.

“Hey, don’t talk like that!” You reprimand him and join him on the bed. “From what I heard, Gavin was supposed to be your look-out but they got him too. You can’t blame yourself for this.” You lay your hand on his arm gently. He’s quiet for a bit and just looks at your hand.

“Unfortunately,” You move on and drop your hand from his arm, “I don’t have a spare room so, you can stay in here and I’ll be just down the hall in the living room, ok?”

“What, no!” Ray argues. “I’m not gonna kick you outta your bed!”

“I’m not gonna have you sleep on the couch! Your leg isn’t suited for sleeping on it, my couch is way too small!” You retort.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” Ray insists, frowning at you.

“Neither are you!” You both frown at each other for a while and neither of you give in.

“Fine!” You huff, throwing your arms up. “We’ll share the bed.”

“Uh.” Ray has a vaguely shocked look on his face.

“You totally planned this, huh?” You waggle your finger at him. “First, I had to take off your pants, and now you’re sleeping in my bed. What is with you?” You’re joking, but partially because you are really nervous.

“Trust me, Y/N, if I was going to actively try to get into your bed, it’d be when my leg was fully operational.” Ray comments.

“Who said you’d need your legs?” You raise an eyebrow. Ray sputters for a moment and then you laugh lightly. “You’ll have to move though, you’re on my side of the bed.”

***

When you wake to an arm around your waist, your first instinct is that it’s an enemy and you stiffen. However, you slowly remember yesterday and relax. Ray moves behind you, his arm tightens around your waist, and he makes a small snuffling noise near your ear in his sleep.

You roll over to face him and snuggle closer to him. You figure, when will you get this chance again? You tuck your head under his and breath in deeply, gripping his shirt gently in your hands. You’re about to doze off but startle yourself as you remember Ray’s injuries. You pull back from him and glance down but can’t see the bandages.

Looking up at his face, you carefully and gently run your fingers over the stitches on his forehead. The wound seems to be healing well and it hasn’t bled anymore at all. You go to pull your hand away but Ray’s hand stops you. He’s squinting at you a bit in the morning light (and also probably because he can’t see shit without his glasses).

“Morning.” He mumbles, pulling you closer and pushing his face into your shoulder. For a moment you wonder if he’s aware of what’s he’s doing, since he seems to still be half asleep. But he brushes his lips to your throat and your heart leaps.

“Is this ok?” He asks quietly.

In answer, you take his face into your hands and pull his lips to yours. What had been slow and simmering between you two burst, and suddenly his hands were in your hair and you were on top of him and you’d never been so on fire before.

His hands were at the hem of your night shirt and as you pull away to catch your breath, you give him permission. His hands on your skin leaving a blazing trail and press your lips to his neck as you try to also get his shirt off. You both jump away from one another in surprise when your cell phone rings.

“Hello?” You say, having scrambled for your phone. Ray groans, pulling your pillow over and pressing it onto his face.

“How’s Ray?” Geoff asks.

“Well, good morning to you too.” You roll your eyes and push your hair out of your face. “But, he’s good. Uh, really good. His injuries don’t seem to be bothering him.”

“You sound like you just got caught fucking in a closet.” Geoff comments and as you’re quiet in response he bursts into laughter. “You two totally did fuck! Jesus Christ, Y/N, you jumped his poor beat up bones!”

“I did not!” You shriek.

“Yeah, alright. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Doc.” Geoff’s still laughing and then he hangs up on you.

“I hate that man.” You groan, falling back to lay down beside Ray, who emerges from under your pillow.

“Well...wanna continue where we left off?” Ray wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, but playfully, at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“Maybe after some breakfast.” You smile, leaning into to give him a kiss.

[mc-amps]

Masterlist

Saeran Fics

Ray Route Alternate Path (Unknown|RayxReader *Rated M. Not explicit.)

A Mint Christmas (UnknownxReader) 

Imaginary Friend (Childhood Saeran)

Jumin Fics

The Interview (JuminxMC + ZenxMC)

50 Shades of Han: Jumin's Captive Fiance & Other Startling Revelations!

The Interview That Never Happened (JuminxMC)

Seven Fics

The Wacky Adventures of Seven McDonald (707xMC) IllustratedVersion

Poetry

Four Seasons (All SaeransxMC) IllustratedVersion

Welcome to the RFA (OG Game Centered)

Welcome Game Tester (Another Story Centered)

A Christmas Note From Me To You ^^ (UnknownxReader) IllustratedVersion

Comics

Baby It’s Cold Outside (UnknownxMC)

The Phantom of Mint Eye (Unknown|RayxMC + JuminxMC)

MC1&MC2 In Deep Story (MC1xJumin + MC2x707) WebtoonVersion

[lokiiinthetardis]

Ray/Reader

Who could ever love you?

Summary: You never wanted to hurt him, but you had to keep him safe.

Rating/Warning: PG13, Swearing

WC: 592

You felt absolutely worthless, you never ever wanted to hurt him but you knew that you had to. This was how it had to end, otherwise they’d kill him. You knew that, but it ruined you that you had to do this. With a heavy sigh you stepped out of your car and made your way over to Ray’s apartment, your heart was beating so loud that you feared that the whole street could hear it. Despair was coursing through your veins and you had to hold back your tears as you walked up the stairs, his door was right in front of you now and you just wanted to turn around and leave. But you knew that he would find you if you just left without saying anything. That’s why you had to do this. You took a deep breath and knocked, you could hear someone walked up towards the door and in an all too short time he opened the door with a huge smile, “Hey,” He said, “I missed you.” He tried to kiss you as he pulled you inside but you looked away, not wanting this to be harder than it already was. Ray straightened up and looked at you, “What’s wrong?” You shook your head and walked further into his apartment.

“We need to talk, Ray.” He followed suit and sat down in front of you, “Shoot.” He said. You sighed heavily and sat down across from him.

“I want to break up.” He raised his eyebrows in shock,

“What?” Another sigh escaped from your lips, “You heard what I said, Ray. I want to break up, this just isn’t doing it for me.” You absentmindedly started twirling your hair.

“No, what are you talking about? We’re happy, right? We’ve always been good, right?” This time you forced a sigh and had to take a deep breath to keep yourself from crying.

“No, I was just playing along with you, I thought you knew.” He stood up and marched towards you and started to reach for you, you could see that he was starting to break apart but you leaned away.

“What the fuck, Sara?” He whispered, “Of course I didn’t fucking know, who would?!” His voice was getting high pitched and your heart ached, you wanted to hold him so badly and tell him that of course this was all a lie, that you loved him more than anything and that you wanted to be with him. You wanted to shout it into the void, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let yourself falter. Not now, not when you we’re here, doing it. Hurting him.

“I’m sorry, I really thought you knew. I mean, who could ever really love you?” You said and looked him straight in the eyes and that was the moment when you saw everything break for him. Tears started to roll down his cheeks and he looked dead in the eyes. There wasn’t the usual glint like always, they just looked frozen, gone. It was like Ray wasn’t even there anymore. You bit your tongue and pushed him away as you stood up. “I’ve got to go, I’m leaving town. I don’t want you hanging after me like the lost puppy you are. Sorry kid.” You gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked away. It was only when you had started to drive away that you allowed yourself to cry, and you did. Your whole body convulsed as you cried your eyes out, shouting into the void.

[rpf-bat]

I Can’t Swim (Don’t Rub It In)

Pairing: Ray Toro x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @imquiteterrifying-ijustlooksweet. “uhm, could i request a Rayxreader, with danger days Ray? and reader be ftm (pre everything)?”

You’d ventured into the California desert with your boyfriend, Ray, and his band as they shot the music video for “Na Na Na”. Filming had just wrapped up, and you couldn’t wait to see the finished product. Ray had looked so handsome wearing his Jet Star costume, and you were excited to see him wear it again when the band filmed “Sing” next week.

Now, the five of you were packed into a Jeep, driving across the dunes back towards the city.

“You guys really did great today,” you complimented as the warm wind tousled your hair.

“Thanks, man,” Frank said, grinning at you in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, thanks, babe,” Ray agreed, dotting a kiss on your cheek.  You were relieved that his cishet bandmates never seemed bother by your public displays of affection.

“Hey, what’s that?” Gerard wondered, pointing to something in the distance as he rode shotgun.

“I think it’s an oasis,” Mikey noted, pulling down his sunglasses to get a better look.

“Get out!” Frank gaped. “There’s an uncharted oasis way out here? Screw it, let’s go for a swim!” He turned the steering wheel to the left impulsively, steering the car away from the direction of the city.

“Hell yeah, swimming sounds like a great idea,” Gerard agreed excitedly.

“We didn’t bring our swimsuits, though,” Ray reminded.

“Let’s just swim in our underwear then,” Frank shrugged. “Or naked, for all I care. We’re all dudes, so what does it matter?”

You froze. You’d come out to Ray shortly after you two started dating, but none of the others knew yet that you were trans. If you skipped down to your skivvies, they would see your binder.

And then they’ll know, you thought, heart pounding.

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous about confessing the truth to your friends. When Ray had come out as pan and started dating you, they’d been nothing but supportive.

But, homophobia and transphobia are two very different things, you reminded yourself. You thought of your ex-boyfriend, who had dumped you when he found out you were trans, because, in his eyes, you weren’t really a man.

Ray met your gaze uncertainly as Frank parked the car, already aware of what you must be thinking. You got out of the car and looked at the oasis. It was beautiful, that was for sure. A bright, blue lake ringed by palm trees. You started walking around to try and ease your nerves while you came up with an excuse to not swim.

It sucked that you couldn’t swim, because it was so hot outside today, and the cool water looked so inviting. But, you just couldn’t let your female chest give you away.

I wish I’d had top surgery already, you thought with a frown. You were planning to, at some point, you just hadn’t been able to scrape the money together yet.

“Y/N, listen,” Ray said softly, taking your hand in his. “Do you hear the sound of water rushing?”

He pulled back a palm frond and guided you down a path in between the thicket of trees. You discovered a second, smaller pool of water on the other side, out of view of the rest of the oasis.

“What are you guys doing over here?” Mikey wondered as he tromped into this hidden area.

“I thought we were all going to swim together,” Gerard frowned as he followed him.

“Umm…..” Ray stammered hesitantly. “You guys go ahead. I kind of wanted to swim in this part of the oasis, with, uh……just with Y/N.”

“Oh?” Gerard raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I guess we can give you two a little alone time.”

“Ray’s just trying to get some of Y/N’s dick,” Frank teased bluntly from behind Gerard.

Ray flushed crimson. You wished you had a dick for Ray to get.

“You two kids have fun,” Mikey grinned with a teasing voice, leading Gerard and Frank back towards the other body of water, out of sight. “We’ll catch you later!” he called over his shoulder, chuckling.

“They totally think we’re about to make out,” you told Ray, cheeks burning.

“I’m sorry,” Ray said, raking his hands through his fluffy hair with a flustered look. “I just really wanted us to be able to swim together, Y/N, and I knew you wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that if people were watching.”

“Thank you, Ray,” you said, embracing your boyfriend.

“Anytime,” Ray said into your ear.

“I’m sorry,” you said, pulling away. “I know when I start doing the hormones, I’m going to start looking different, and then we’ll have to tell them. Honestly, I have no idea why they haven’t figured out I’m trans already, when I’ve got this squeaky, girly voice this gives me so much dysphoria, and…..”

“It’s ok,” Ray said soothingly, pulling you back into his arms. “You don’t have to come out to anybody until you’re ready, Y/N. I’m sure it took a lot of guts for you to even come out to me.”

“It did,” you confessed. “I was so scared that you weren’t going to want to be with me anymore….”

“I want to be with you forever, Y/N,” Ray promised. “No matter what.”

“I love you, Ray,” you said, almost wanting to cry.

“I love you, too, Y/N,” Ray smiled, kissing you softly.

When you pulled away at last, he looked at you with a grin.

“Want to get in the water now?” he asked. “I bet it’s going to feel so good after being out in the sun all day. Thanks for coming to watch me work, by the way. Sorry if it was boring.”

“Oh, no, I had a great time,” you assured him.

You watched as Ray stripped off his shirt, preparing to take a dip. He had such a gorgeous, muscular chest. If you could look half as handsome as him one day, you’d be in heaven.

He sat on the sand beside you as he unlaced his shoes and kicked them off, followed by his socks. Then, he stood up again and took off his jeans, leaving him standing in just his boxer shorts. You couldn’t help but stare, feeling a hint of desire begin to course through your body.

You watched Ray dip his toe into the water. “Oh, it’s not cold at all,” he reported. “I guess the sun makes it all warm and stuff.”

He walked into the pond, continuing until he found the deep end, his waist disappearing into the blue. He dog paddled in a small circle, seeming to enjoy himself.

“Come on in, Y/N!” Ray suggested. “It feels great!”

You wanted to join him, but the thought of taking your shirt off made you hesitate. Ray had seen you without a shirt on before, but part of you still frowned at the thought of him seeing you with your binder, and the lack of bulge in your boxers. It was a miserable reminder that though you were both men, you were still…..different from him. You hated that you didn’t have a gorgeous, toned, masculine body like his own. How did he even find you attractive?

“Y/N, you’re handsome!” Ray encouraged. “You’re the cutest boy I know, alright? I don’t care that you’re pre-op, or whatever you want to call it. I love you, and it’s just you and me, so…….”

“You’re right,” you decided, and took off your shirt. The summer breeze felt good on your bare skin. Sweat still clung to the part of your chest contained inside your binder, but it was worth it to keep it on.

You took off your sand and sweat soaked cargo shorts, and walked into the water, letting it cover your tan-lined legs. When your feet could no longer touch the bottom, you flipped into a dead man’s float and laid on the surface of the water contentedly.

This isn’t so bad, you thought, staring up at the sun and the trees.

Ray swam over to you, and his arms encircled your body. You grew warm as his bare skin grazed your own.

You gasped and paddled away. “Don’t surprise me like that!” you giggled, splashing him.

“I’m sorry,” Ray chuckled, splashing back. “You just looked so cute over there!”

“I’m cute?” you grinned, swimming closer to him again.

“The cutest,” Ray said, kissing you again, droplets from his wet hair dripping down onto your face. You didn’t care.

“Thank you for talking me into swimming with you,” you said sincerely. “I think I’m really enjoying this.”

“That’s all I want, y’know,” Ray said, floating lazily beside you. “To make you the happiest man you can be.”

[this-is-ahrt]

Look How Hard Someone Can Fall.

Pairing: Ray/Reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is probably shit and not what you wanted, but hey I'm a writer so t happens. Title credit to Motionless in White - Sinematic. 

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Gazing across the AH office, your lip caught between your teeth as your eyes landed on a certain Puerto Rican. His brow furrowed down slightly as he focused on his game of GTA 5, something he did that you found incredibly adorable. “So, when are you gonna ask (Y/N) out, Ray?” Your ears perked to the sound of your name, mouth quickly falling open once you processed what Gavin had just said. They were in the middle of recording a Let’s Play, was he mental? “Excuse me?” Ray laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the cutest way. A blush rose to your cheeks as you thought about the idea of Ray asking you out. “You heard me, you donut.” Gavin rolled his eyes like it was obvious whilst Ray sat there completely confused. “Ask out…(Y/N)?” Ray repeated, like he was processing the information. “Get in there before Blaine, man. He’s been all over her.” Geoff popped in, lacing his statement with a chuckle. He wasn’t wrong, though. Blaine had been following you around like a puppy, constantly wanting to talk and flirt (mainly flirt). In fact, the only way you could get away from the guy was when you ducked into the Achievement Hunter office, hence why you were currently seated in the most awkward position of your life. “Has he? Oh,” Ray responded, shrugging his shoulders slightly out of disinterest although you saw the grip on his controller tighten. “Ehem.” You cleared your throat loudly, hoping to gain their attention. “Oh yeah, (Y/N)’s here.” Geoff gestured to where you were seated on the couch. “Glad to see you love me guys,” you remarked in a joking tone. “When are you gonna get some of that Ray dick then?” Michael asked semi-seriously. Somehow, your cheeks tinged a darker shade of red and you coughed awkwardly. “S-shut up…” you said nervously, managing to calm the pigment in your cheeks slightly. Seeing your discomfort, Michael quickly dropped the subject, dissipating the chatter back into nonsense. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Over the next few weeks you tried to avoid Ray. After all, ignoring the problem will make it go away, right? But, unfortunately, that sneaky man kept worming his way into your life, bringing you coffee every now and then after pulling an all nighter, dropping in just to chat when you weren’t busy and warning you to hide your sandwich whenever Burnie was going on one of his food hunts. Damn him and his cute smile. One of these days, he had dropped in with a fresh cup that had just been brewed and sat down on a chair close to yours, watching intently at your screen. “So, this is what you do? Isn’t it boring?” he asked curiously as you dragged the different clips of the latest Go! across the screen. “Eh, it has its ups and downs. Like, oh my God, last week I went to put on a black and white filter and I accidently made it sepia!” you said with fake enthusiasm, sarcasm leaking out of your tone. He laughed, sitting back and sipping his coffee. “Oh wow, sounds interesting, sorry I couldn’t have been there,” he said. You both went into a fit of giggles. Before you could make another comment about how it was a once in a life time thing, the door burst open and the distinct sounds of Michael and Gavin could be heard resonating through the room. You sighed internally whilst Ray full on groaned, throwing one of your pens in their general direction, somehow directly smacking Gavin in the face and earning a surprised squawk from the Brit. “TEAM LAD ONE AND TWO ACTION NEWSSSS!” Michael managed to scream in between his laughter. This time you outright made a vocal protest, waving your hands in an attempt to shoo them. Instead they both ran towards the both of you chanting ‘kiss kiss kiss’. Thank God Aaron and Chris weren’t in the office at the time. “C’mon guys, it’s the kiss cam!” Gavin said, attempting to push your heads together. You reached up and slapped him lightly, hard enough to cause him to jump back into Michael who just laughed. “Micoo! She hit me, Micoo! (Y/N)’s a big bully!” He poked his tongue out at you to which you flipped him off. “I’ll kiss him if you kiss Michael,” you stated, shrugging and leaning back. A silence graced the room before, very quietly, Gavin said: “Michael…” “I’M NOT FUCKING KISSING YOU GAVIN, I’M MARRIED, JESUS CHRIST.” Michael yelled, keeping the camera focused on the faces of you and Ray who were laughing your asses off. “I’m so confused, why do you want me and (Y/N) to kiss?” Ray laughed causing Michael to mumble something along the lines of ‘blind asshole’ and shake his head before rushing back out with Gavin, no doubt to go stir more shit in the office. Once they were gone, a silence blanketed both of you, one that you desperately wanted to get rid of. Instead, you focused on your work, praying to God that he wouldn’t notice your blushing face. “You’re cute when you blush, ya’know?” Apparently God was against you that day. You chuckled, the redness only further making its way up your neck. “Am I though?” you joked, running a free hand through your hair. As you went to rest it back on the mouse pad, he caught it. Trailing your eyes up his arm, your face felt like it couldn’t get any hotter. “Yeah, you are. Although, technically, you’re always cute.” Before you could question his sanity he had pressed his lips to yours. His fucking lips was pressed to yours and, oh my God, it felt better than you had ever imagined. It was a normal kiss at first, just two pairs of lips against each other until he moved his head and holy fuck it felt like literal sparks were flying between the both of you, pumping your blood slightly faster than usual and making the hair of the back of your neck stand to attention. Quickly, almost as not to lose him, you wound your hands around his neck, playing with the hair that had outgrown the neat cut he had and causing him to chuckle against you. You didn’t want to pull away. It felt like literal heaven but unfortunately you both had to breathe at some point, so you pulled away. Ray seemed almost as reluctant as you to unlock lips although his gasping told a different story. You pressed your foreheads together, noses bumping against each other and knocking his glasses askew. Giggling, you reached up to take them off and gently put them on the desk. “I’m so happy that could finally happen,” he said, locking eyes with you. Nodding in silent agreement, you happily pressed your lips to his again. You were as happy as you could be until the door burst open to reveal a groaning Gavin and a happy looking Michael. “Fucking told you! Twenty bucks, Gavvers!”

[ladymogar-archive]

"Stay there, I'm coming to get you" with Ray? ☺️

“Are you okay?” Ray asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, I’m okay.” You assure him. “I’m just...I don’t think I can drive back.”

“That’s fine. Just, stay there, I’m coming to get you.” He says.

“Ray, how? You don’t drive.” You say.

“Um...I have to call Michael. I’ll see you soon.”