#thelittlestarprince

[gavinoinslomo-blog]

ur v cute

Ahhh what?? ahh nouthankyou!! ;///;

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thelittlestarprince replied to your post “miles luna is a beautiful creature when will he love me back ”

same tbh just snapchat him he responds all the time

what even is his snapchat i feel weird adding him 

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continued ➳ ♚ | thelittlestarprince

A groan tumbled out of his lips at the words that left Ray, his cheeks heating up. He saw the sad look on the Omega’s face and he felt his heat break, then he moved to pull the Puerto Rican into his arms.            “I will, okay? I want it too.” He said,            then he bit his lip. “When should we do it?” He asked the other. 

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▮▮ thelittlestarprince​ ––– cont. from ♡

“It means, dude. I think ’m gunna die.” The sniper huffed shortly, before swallowing thickly, the slight look of frustration on his face melting into a look of fear, horror. Pure.

      Michael’s jaw tightens to hide his own frustration, burying a look of defeat under stubbornly clenched teeth. Fear must’ve found a place in his eyes and rooted itself there, but the rest of his face doesn’t betray him. “You’re not gonna die,” he asserts, sharp tongue and tone. Of course, Michael doesn’t know that’s true; he can’t know that. But he still says it, fear almost spurring him on to yell, and spit and argue-- but not quite.

     His voice softens-- breaks--, confusion and uncertainty bleeding into his expression and words that creep out. “S-shut up... You’re gonna be okay...”

[gavinoinslomo-blog]

"Hey, Gav. I told you I'd surprise you one day." Ray grinned, and he stood at the foot of the bed in some tight black lace undies and some cute thigh highs Lindsay picked out. And thats it.

Gavin sat up in the bed, staring wide eyed at the other. “W- Ray i-i... wh... whoa.” His face turned bright red at the sight of the other. “B-bloody hell...”

[jerseydevll]

( ≤ | cont. thelittlestarprince )

     Who says hardened criminals can’t have fun? Hell, some would argue it’s all they ever do. The car’s keys are stashed in the sunglasses holder-- a stupid-as-all-hell place to hide them, but it only makes the job easier on Michael. He slots the keys into the ignition, toothy grin thrown to the side at Ray. “Your dick gets excited by some interesting things. Calm that sucker down over there.” The redhead is laughing against the headrest now as they pull off into the street.

     “Carry you up onto a roof? Well. Ray. I don’t mean to alarm you, but I can’t exactly fly your ass up there.” ‘Course he’s kidding, a hand coming over to squeeze the ticklish spot just above his boyfriend’s knee. From the outside, they might seem an unlikely pair. The loud short fuse and the sweet, passive sniper. But when Michael catches the bright light in the other’s eyes he knows it’s a winning combination. 

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high by the beach [ thelittlestarprince ]

Ryan was barely able to hold back any tears as he watched the wreckage of Ray's helicopter sink into the water, calmly setting down his rocket launcher as he trudged back into his home. He was about ready to shoot himself, if he was being brutally honest. After probably killing his boyfriend just to keep himself from being found, how could he not want to? Sliding his back down the nearest wall, he buried his face in his hands, fingers clawing at his hair as he tried to come to terms with what he'd just done. And then, there was a knock at the door that damn near made him jump out of his skin. He hopped up quickly to answer it, his heart stopping briefly as he was met with the wet, injured being that was Ray. "O-Oh, God, Ray, look at you..I'm so sorry, I'm so, /so/ sorry.."