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Ennui 16
Title: Ennui
Chapter: 16
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Ray/Michael
Chapter Summary: (Ennui: a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement.)
It’s worth it, he thought, biting down into Michael’s lip as he felt fingers dig roughly into his skin, the gasp he breathed in from Michael resonating like pure sin, It’s all worth it.
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Notes: hi, i’m a piece of shit for taking so long. *finger-guns guiltily*
Ennui beta wanted
Newest chapter of Ennui is nearly done (explicit rating), and I'm really looking to take on a long-term beta to help me through the ending of it. I don't normally use a beta, but after going back through previous chapters and finding gratuitous errors, I want to have someone watching for my inevitable dumb going forward.
I'd appreciate the help!
Mighty No. 09 sure does exist, but it’s better than nothing? I like Ray a lot. I enjoy playing as her more then Beck, but it’s 10x more frustrating. Background from the Dlc promotion or somethin’
Raychael for the otp meme? ^__^
Which one sexts like a straight white boy?Ray. He’s actually not bad at sexting if he were to put effort into it, buuuuut he also likes being, in Michael’s words, ‘a little bitch’ and enjoys making Michael frustrated by texting ‘nudes?’ ten times in a row.Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?MICHAEL. He says that it was just a moving story and Ray is a heartless bastard for not crying at least once during Homeward Bound. “They’re all fine, though! They find their family and everything.” “That’s not the fucking point, Ray,” Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?Ray, out of sheer forgetfulness. Michael actually had to use the fire extinguisher that they bought when they moved in together.Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?Ray. Michael pretends not to be amused but he usually is. Unless Ray had just been eating Doritos beforehand or something.Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?RAY. ALL THE TIME. “It’s not my fault you’re warm,” “Goddamnit, Ray, maybe if you left the goddamn house once in a while you’d have better blood circulation,” Michael complains, but he has long since resolved himself to being Ray’s personal heater.Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon?Michael is more of the TV guy than Ray, even if that means watching shitty TLC shows while Ray is streaming in the other room - or playing on his DS in the same room, occasionally pausing to roll his eyes at the show and/or Michael for watching it.Who laughs more during sex?Michael and Ray both laugh more than the average couple because they both take pride in making shitty puns at the worst times. They’ve actually had to stop in the middle of fucking. More than once. The ‘fuck train has no brakes’ was definitely something one of them said while fucking the other.WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?RAY IT’S ALWAYS RAY. He likes Michael’s warmth and Michael likes being the big macho man that can love and protect his significant other and kiss them on the nape of their neck before they drift off to sleep. Like a real man.
prompt meme: 59 for raychael
“Wow.”
(still takingprompts from this post!)
“We’regoing to roll up looking like some classy motherfuckers,” Ray announces, tearingby with his arms piled high with clothes.
“Youcoming, boi?” Gavin calls from the dressing room, and Michael pauses,debating with his fingers still tracing over the soft fabric in his hand.
“Yeah, I…”he replies, and trails off.
“Teamcolor’s blue,” Gavin continues, poking his head out of the stall with aridiculous blue hat on, “it can’t be that hard to findsomething.”
“No, it's…I’mgood,” Michael says, snatching the hanger and draping it over the rest ofhis clothes, scooping them all up and bundling them into the next stall.
He leavesalmost all of them piled unceremoniously in the corner, standing there in frontof the mirror for a long time, holding the hanger up to himself, turning thisway and that.
He can hearGavin triumphantly burst out of his stall, Ray’s answering laughter. "Oh my god,“ he’s saying,"don’t even try on the rest of it, that’s fucking perfect.”
Michaeldresses slowly, the fabric soft and comfortable against his skin, and he listensto the sounds of Gavin heading off to the cashier, Ray singing quietly tohimself as he tears through his pile of clothes.
“Hey,”he says eventually, the curtain on Michael’s stall twitching as Ray tugs onit. "You alive in there, or…?“
Michael swallows,running a hand over the skirt of the dress, loose and perfect around histhighs, and he pushes the curtain back.
Ray stares,and Michael waits for the joke, already filing through his catalog of possible Rayresponses, trying to anticipate which one it’s going to be, but instead he justlooks, taking in the way the dress showsoff Michael’s shoulders, presses to the soft curves of his hips, and when heopens his mouth, all he says is, ”Wow.“
"I mean,it's…” Michael says, looking down at himself, and when he looks back up,Ray’s grinning.
“Alsoperfect,” he finishes. He’s got asnappy jacket pulled on over a garishly patterned blue shirt, and he stepstoward Michael, letting a hand settle at his waist and turning him untilthey’re both facing the mirror. "Welook fucking baller.“ He tilts hishead back to call across the store. "Gavin! You better preparefor this shit. We’ve got some badasses over here!”
“Well,come on, then,” Gavin replies, “let me see! We haven’t got all day,” and Raypresses a soft light kiss to the back of Michael’s neck before he pulls away,taking Michael’s hand and dragging him towards the front of the store.
dreams of an absolution
tw: blood, mild gore As soon as the bank's alarm system went off, Michael knew he was in a pinch. He pulled his assault rifle into action, turning his attention from keeping guard outside to protecting his friends inside. Everyone but Gavin and Jack, who were manning the getaway vehicle, was screaming, gunshots echoing in their ears. He buzzed into his headgear, calling for anyone who was there to hear him. "What the fuck? How the fuck are they already here?!" He screamed to his teammates, most of whom ignored him. "The bank knew! There's someone on the inside! They know we're-" The sound of Michael's best friend, his lover, his right hand man, was drowned out by his screaming, and the sound of something exploding on the other side of the building. "Ray!" He shouted, giving chase to the area, ending up in the room where Ray had been set up, his sniper as his best friend while he protected Ryan and Geoff below as they robbed the vault. It was foolproof, they all thought. Now, it wasn't. The sight of Ray when he walked into that room made him forget the screaming, the chaos, the threat of imminent death. "Michael," Ray croaked, propping himself on his elbows to look at him. He looked shell-shocked, his nose bleeding and his left arm and shoulder completely seared from being too close to the explosion that happened outside his little window. To add to it all, his right shoulder was completely shot through, and bleeding out profusely. "Come on, Ray," Michael said, picking him up. "I'm getting you out of here." "Michael, go," Ray insisted, tugging on his suit when Michael leaned closer. "You can go on without me." "No, you son of a bitch, we're going together!" Ray opened his mouth to complain, but nothing came out. Instead, he fully closed his eyes, his head leaning back in Michael's arms. Sirens filled his ears as everything went fuzzy. "Ray, come on, this isn't fucking funny!" He said, realizing what was happening, tears welling up that he couldn't bear to shed. He grabbed him, held him tight, and ran out into the firefight, running to the chopper waiting for them. Michael didn't even make it five feet out of that bank before his back was seared with pain, wounds growing more significant as more bullets hit his back and sides. Bulletproof vests only last so long. He fell to the ground, and Ray toppled with him, a heavy dead weight to him, his eyes closed and body limp. Black, everything is turning to black, and - Michael somehow screamed at the top of his lungs, sitting up. This obviously startled the sleeping man next to him, Ray scrambling to get up with him. "Michael, fuck, come on," he mumbled, though he moved closer and wrapped his arms around him, pulling Michael into his lap. "It's okay. Just a dream." "It's only just a dream."
Can the whole RT/AH community please just take five minutes to applaud the creator of this video: SabakuNoChad.
This is it. My life does not get any better than this.
ooooo how about 14 with raychael >:D
I am so sorry this took too long…
Enjoy :)
14: “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
