Okay well I have another ray and lindsay one can this one be a gta au where lindsay and ray are secretly dating behind Michael's back but ray gets hurt and lindsay has to hide the pain / or come clean on her feelings (your choice)
He Doesn’t Know Ray/Lindsay | JuggeyGTA AU
A little different than what you prompted, hope it’s alright!
It had been months, perhaps a year since he left the crew and left her heart. The battles in Los Santos were more violent, and they were less equipped. There was the usual bloodshed, gun shot wounds, and broken bones.
It took a few months for what she thought would be the best for her. She let Michael sweep her off her feet and into his arms. He made her laugh, smile, filled the wound with enough attention to distract her from the pain.
When she was home alone, she pulled the purple sweater from her closet and wrapped it around herself, smelling gun powder and his laundry detergent. The scents slowly disappeared, reminding her how long it has been since she saw him.
Come find me, you know where.
Her phone buzzed at midnight. Michael wasn’t home yet from whatever he was doing with the rest of the crew. She got dressed out of her pajamas as fast as she could, her heart racing faster than her car. She quickly parked her car; jumped out of her seat.
She fell into his arms, squeezing his flesh, feeling him clench and groan.
“Ray?” she asked as she pulled away. In the orange glow of the street lamps, she saw the familiar shine of blood. “What happened?”
“I came back to try to finish some solo work, I got stabbed,” he held onto the wound, trying to put enough pressure on it. Her eyes widened and her first instinct was to bring him home, heal him herself. She had enough practice with the crew. “You were the first one I thought of to call.”
She sat him in her bathroom, stripping him of clothes. Like old times, but for a different reason. The wound wasn’t deep, and it didn’t hit anything major, he would need stitches.
“You’re still as pretty as I remember,” he smiles as she cleans his wound with peroxide. She looked up at him, meeting his brown eyes under the light. She didn’t want to kiss him, not yet. She carefully stitched his wound; gave him a towel to bite or scream into.
“You’re still as loud as I remember,” she joked as he let go of the towel as she finished. They stayed quiet for a while until they both leaned in for the kiss. It was soft, needy, but nostalgic. A rush of memories and the gut clenching feeling of all those nights they’ve spent apart. She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t want to pull away first. When Ray did, she sucked in a short gasp of air and kissed him a second time. Short.
“Michael, huh?” he looked at her, feeling hurt. She turned away, feeling as if she betrayed him.
“You left, probably never coming back, I-I-He was sweet, is sweet,” she stuttered. He gave her a short kiss, pulling away when he heard the door open.
Michael was the first to enter the bathroom. She was sitting on the floor against the tiled wall across from him with bandages in her hands. Everyone was surprised to see Ray there, not questioning why he was sitting, shirtless, in Michael’s bathroom. They saw the bloody towels and clothes. They all began talking to him, forgetting that she was there. He would glance back at her time to time. He watched the way Michael kissed the side of her head that he was glad to be home. His best friend.
He was invited, by Michael, to stay the night. While everyone was thrilled, she knew he wouldn’t stick around for long. All he needed was the care, and her. The hour they spent together could drive him until the next time, she wouldn’t last the night without needing a pair of arms around her. In the morning, he took a fresh shirt from Michael’s drawer before slowly opening the door to their bedroom. Michael snored peacefully, and with a gentle nudge, he woke Lindsay up to tell her he was leaving.
“Already?” she whispered. He nodded. He saw the pain in her face, and she could see his. They once shared the bed and they wish they could lay in it again.
“I’ll be back, eventually, take care of yourself, and Michael,” he wished. She reached her hand out to touch his face.
“You too, I’m never hard to find,” she forced a smile. He kissed her cheek and quietly left the apartment. She turned to face Michael, who was sound asleep and pulled herself towards him.
