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yandere-genji · 2 years

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Helloo, I’ve never requested a fanfic before, or on tumblr so ur my very first I’m excited ^^ ~ could you do a highschool au of like a bully!gabriel x nerd!reader where he becomes frustrated by the reader not reacting or caring about his bullying, so uses “extreme measures” to really grab their attention. non-con or dub-con, and daddy kink, if that’s okay 🤎

ok i hope u don’t mind i took some “creative liberties” with this lovely prompt and also made it college au but yea. this is an S tier request btw anon and you sucked me back into this shit so props to u 🤎 reader is gender neutral ofc (yes princess is a gen neutral term this is the 21st century)

“You’re not funny, Gabe,” you spoke through gritted teeth in an attempt to intimidate your tormentor, “give me my stuff back or else!”

He responded with a hearty chuckle, tossing your school bag into his locker and closing the door with swift kick. He was bouncing with laughter and amusement at your widened eyes, completely entertained by his own antics, “Yea? What the hell are you gonna do, tell your fucking dean? Go right ahead, see where that’ll get you with me.”

You couldn’t help but close your fists in the tightest grip you could muster, your jaw clenched and face burning red. You hated that he was right, not only was your first instinct to tattle on him, but it would get you nowhere. Gabriel Reyes was untouchable. The school’s quarterback with a promising future that would surely put them on the map once he continued with his career. It made you sick that this asshole would only get a slap on the wrist and a stroke to his ego if you asked anyone to do anything about his harassment of you. What could you do, then? There’s no way in hell you’re just going to sit here and take it.

“No, I’m not running to anyone. Trust me when I say this, you’ll regret messing with me!” The threat didn’t come out the way you intended. Your voice fell out with a crack in the midst of your reply, and tears threatened to fall from your wet eyes. You had hoped he might second guess his actions and consider that you might actually fulfill your promise. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect on him. It seemed to have egged him on even further.

His smile widened and he pushed you against the wall. You gasped at the impact, you could feel a dull pain on your back. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave a mark. Before you could get out of your dazed state, Gabe caged you in with his arms, looking down at you like a starved wolf, “You’re really gonna make this fun for me, aren’t you?”

“I’m not scared of you,” you whispered, breath unstable and heart pounding in your ears.

Gabe’s smile beamed. He looked like almost perfect, straight and impossibly white teeth. Full lips and sharp jawline with hints of facial hair. His eyes were dark, like a black hole pulling you in the more you looked into them. Keeping his gaze only revealed to you how weak you were under him. Something he must be aware of by the way he was forcing you to look at him.

He knew you found him handsome. You had told him as much the day you had met him. The day he set his sights on you. He had been much nicer to you then. Saying hi to you in the halls, asking if you wanted to sit with him during lunch, and not taking your shit and throwing it in his locker. But you never came around to him when he asked you if you wanted to go out sometime. You didn’t want to go out with anyone, you were far too focused on schoolwork and tutoring on the side. Dating and boyfriends was just something you didn’t have time for. So you had to refuse and be on your way.

Gabe never understood why you rejected him. How could you be too busy for him? You were always studying in the library, or just reading because you enjoyed it, you said. That’s what all this was about? Reading? That’s like asking your professor for more exams. What kind of masochist shit is that? You must’ve been into that considering all the shit you had to put up with from him.

But fuck, he just couldn’t help but taunt you. The way you insisted upon standing up for yourself even though your face read that you were completely terrified, it did something to him that he couldn’t describe. It made him want to break you. Tear you down and finally see you cry, beg him to stop, beg him to be nice. Just completely melt into him. He wanted to see you on your knees, on all fours, face level with his cock and crying for his forgiveness. For his attention. For any sense of mercy he had for you in his heart.

And you did nothing to quell his desires. Always so pompous in your academic achievements like you were to hottest shit in town. Just like when you became president of the debate club, you gloated about it nonstop until Gabe knocked the wind out of your sails. It didn’t piss him off that you were doing well. In fact, a part of him admired you for it. No, it was the fact that you pranced around so proud before him but you weren’t his. You weren’t asking him if you’d made him proud. Weren’t even talking to him about it. He had to hear about it from a friend of his who was into your nerd shit. Pissed him off to no end.

Now you were here. Trembling under him like a fucking pathetic worm. Yet, you still insisted on defying him. Denying him the pleasure of seeing you vulnerable before him. You were a tease through and through and Gabe was intent on getting what belonged to him. You stared up at him with wet eyes for what seemed like forever until the your phone alarm rang, signaling the start of your next class.

“Well, what do you know. Looks like it’s time for this bright little student to get to class,” he pushed himself away from the wall that had bruised your back, turning back to you, “Hope you didn’t need anything in that backpack of yours today, what a shame.”

……..

As turns out, you would need that backpack of yours. In fact, Gabe must’ve been a stalker creep because his timing couldn’t have been any better - or worse, for you. You had to give a presentation for your language comp class and both your laptop and flash drive were in your backpack. Of course you hadn’t factored in the fact Gabe was going to steal your shit. So, for the meantime, you were screwed until you could get it back.

Maybe this was an opportunity for you to reconcile with him, you thought. Sure, he was hot-headed and seemed sadistically interested in making you miserable, but you couldn’t keep going on like this forever. What was his end goal? You hadn’t the faintest clue, truth be told, but maybe if you could just cut the bullshit with him, go right to the brass tacks of it all and lay everything bare on the table, maybe, maybe, maybe the two of you could come to terms with whatever issues you had. You weren’t unreasonable but you had been stubborn with Gabe. You had hoped he was stop acting like a dick or get bored with you, but nothing you had tried with him so far was effective. So screw it. Might as well try to compromise with the guy and hope he could listen to reason.

Your class ended at noon, the busiest time at your school. Everyone was racing out the door and headed for the cafeteria. Among the crowd, you were determined to find Gabe and, most importantly, your school bag.

You had caught him in the hall standing next to his locker, chatting it up with Jack Morrison, class president and all around golden boy. This was your chance, you thought. You eagerly made your way towards them, Gabe noticing you maneuvering in the crowd in an effort to reach him. An effort that already had him grinning from ear to ear as he averted his attention away from Jack. Before you made you way to them, he was already gone. Gabe shooed him away with words you couldn’t make out, and the two of you were standing side by side in the bustling hall.

You stared at each other for a moment, not saying a word. He knew what you wanted, knew you were going to approach him at some point, but the intent on your face was not what he expected. Your brows furrowed, eyes almost pleading. Jaw slightly slack and bottom lip hanging open as if to speak but all that was heard was the crowd of hungry students running through the halls like a parade. It left him speechless, the very sight of you. You were speechless, too, not sure how to approach him without some form of hostility in your voice. But the halls soon cleared and the silence was deafening. You took a breath, trying to start the conversation.

Gabe spoke, interrupting you, “What do you want?”

It had been so long since you heard him speak that way. Still voice, no sign of amusement or taunting. Almost as if he were genuinely curious as to why you were there. But you both knew that wasn’t true. You decided to play along, let him lead.

“I’d like to have my stuff back,” you spoke with your voice as aloof as you could muster, looking at his locker, “I have a presentation next class and I need my laptop.”

He hummed in response, “Well,” he began to play with the lock, twisting it mindlessly any which way, “guess that means you want me to fetch it for you, right?”

You shrugged, “Not necessarily. I could get it myself if you prefer, I just don’t know your combo is all.”

He chuckled. The sound was so jarring to you, your body instinctively flinched. He looked up at you from the lock, meeting your eyes with that same predatory look from earlier. Everything was still for a moment. Then, Gabe straighten his posture and spoke, “You don’t need to know it. It’s not here.”

“Wha-” your eyes squinted in frustrated confusion. You exhaled, trying to keep your composure, “Okay, where is it? Do you think I could get it back before my next class?”

Gabe could tell you were starting to drop whatever act you were playing. It was cute to see you try to keep your cool with him, the muscles on his face were burning with delight, “Sure.”

You crossed your arms and sighed, starting to grow impatient, “So where is it?”

He turned away from you, slowly walking down the hall, “This way,” he whistled at you like a dog while motioning with his two fingers for you to follow him. How insufferable.

But you did. It seemed that your method had some impact on him. This could be the break you had been looking for. You followed him down the corridor, wrapping around the halls with him until he came to a stop in front of the boys’ locker room. He turned towards you, leaning against the wall looking ever so smug.

You mouth fell open and eyes widened a bit. Huffing, you shook your head, “No way.”

“What?” he kept his eyes on you, “Don’t tell me you’re too prissy to go into a locker room.”

“There’s no way I’m going to go in there with you, Gabe!” you raised your voice a bit in frustration. He couldn’t be serious, right?

“Christ, relax, princess. Coach is out for lunch and I swiped his keys earlier,” he shook his pockets which rang with the jiggling of the keys, “Go on in, nothing to be scared of.”

What he was describing had to break some kind of law, but it’s not like he’d really get in trouble anyway. Not everyone can do this kind of shit, but Gabe could. Even worse, he could get away with it even if he was caught. So what option did you have but to walk through the doors into the dank locker room that reeked of sweat. Much to your unease, Gabe followed behind you and locked the door. He raised the keys in his hands, letting you have a good look at them, “Gotta make sure no one sees us, right?”

You shook your head in disapproval, “Where’s my stuff? Or are you just gonna drag me around all day?”

He scoffed, “You got a real attitude problem, you know that?” Gabe grabbed your elbow in a tight grip. You gasped, struggling to escape his grasp, “Calm down, just come with me.”

“You’re hurting me!” You put your hand on his wrist in some attempt to get him off of you, and he thankfully obliged by pushing you away from him.

“Don’t have a high pain tolerance, I take it? All bark and no bite. Didn’t take you for the type with all those empty threats you spill,” he began walking off, “you coming?”

Although Gabe was mean to you, he had never really hurt you before. Not physically. It shook your core a bit, the atmosphere seemed all wrong and the fact he was your only way to escape did nothing but frighten you more.

“Gabe?” you softly called out his name, not wanting to go any further.

He stopped. Your voice cut through him like a knife. You had never spoken to him like that. He could hear the fear in your voice, hear you on the verge of pleading for him. He turned his head, but didn’t dare look you in the eyes, “What?” he spoke sternly, demanding an answer.

You weren’t sure what to say. So many emotions were running through you - mostly fear and confusion. This was something different than a fight or flight response. You couldn’t describe it, you didn’t want to run away or fight back. You just wanted to appeal to whatever sense of reason he had.

“Why don’t you like me?” your voice was weak, a kind of weakness you hadn’t spoken with in a long time. Completely vulnerable, willing to bare everything for just one moment of clarification. Just one reason why things were like this. It was something you were wondering all along, but could never bare to ask. The kind of thing that is sunken in the deepest pit of your subconscious, never baring its head until you’re backed up into a corner just like this.

He turns around slowly, deliberately. The look on his face is almost pitiful, but not authentic. He’s taunting you with a false vulnerability. Now you’ve done it. You’ve completely unraveled before him. He didn’t know this could be so easy. The two of you had been chasing each other in circles for the better part of half a year and it’s finally come to this. There was no farce, no tricks behind your words.

Three steps was all it took for him to close the gap between the two of you. Three agonizing slow steps. Your hands were clasped together, you didn’t even know why. You felt so small. He wouldn’t answer you. He just looked at you with that look on his face that mirrored yours yet had no purpose but to mock you. Like he was teasing you, just like he had always done. No, this wasn’t working for you at all. None of what you had been doing was working. He had set a trap for you and you foolishly fell right into it.

“Gabe,” you spoke, just barely above a whisper on shaken breath. He raised a hand to your cheek. It had barely touched you but the feeling of his calloused hand and the tension in the air had your flesh burning. Your eyes stung, too, as tears threatened to fall from them. Just like always, you fought at your instinct to cry. But you couldn’t stop a tear from sliding down your cheek and onto his hand.

“Gabe, please,” you were starting to raise your voice. You wanted to turn away, step back, retreat in some way. But he hand kept you there.

He crouched a bit, eyes level with yours. They were dark. Hazelnut brown and an empty black center that was so close to you, you could make out your own reflection. You could hardly recognize yourself.

“Look at you…” his voice was low, but affectionate. Like he was speaking to a wounded kitten, “And all this time I thought you were nothing but a brat.”

He lowered his hand from you cheek and onto the back of your neck. You felt a light squeeze from his grip and swallowed at the sensation, “As much as I want to keep you here, I think we both got places to be. Right, honey?”

Your face grew red with embarrassment at the sudden sweetness in his voice. He was talking to you like his pet, a part of you was relieved that he might not harm you but another part of you felt belittled and tormented. Still, you wanted to comply with him in some desperate hope to get out of this mess. So you nodded, mouth knit shut and eyes brimming with tears.

“Good. Then behave for me,” In a sudden movement, his hands gripped your shoulders tightly and you knees buckled in shock. You yelped as Gabe continued to push you down onto the floor. Your hands grabbed at his arms, trying to get him off of you but it was no use. He was far too strong for you to move him off of you. A hand moved to the back of your neck like before and another grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged gently, “The faster we get through this, the sooner you can get your shit and get out of here. If you don’t behave, then this won’t be pretty. Not one fucking bit.”

Gabe isn’t like you. He’s not the kind of guy who just says shit to scare people. When he declares his intent, he means it. And whatever picture he had in his head of what he was going to do to you if you didn’t comply, you certainly didn’t want to see it. You tried to relax your body as much as you could to cope with whatever he had planned for you.

His hand moved from your back and wrapped around your throat, the other forcing your head to look up at him. He didn’t grip hard but you were already choking on weak sobs and felt suffocated. You didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to piss him off or provoke him anymore than you already had. Apparently he didn’t mind, and pulled himself closer to you. His crouch was getting disturbingly close to your face, you averted your gaze away from him onto the floor.

Turns out, he didn’t like that. He tugged your hair to get your attention, “What’s the matter, you getting shy on me? Crazy, I never took you for the type. Always talking up a big game, but now look at you.”

With one swift motion, he unclasped his jeans. His briefs peaked through his open zipper and revealed his hard cock through the fabric. You gasped, not realizing what was happening up until that point. You had thought he was just going to beat the piss out of you. No, you couldn’t handle this. Mindlessly babbling, you begged him not to do this, asked him to please stop. Tears were running down your face frantically as you took in sharp, panicked breaths. Gabe soaked in the sight of you, growing larger at your pathetic display. This is exactly what he wanted. To tower over you, commanding complete control while you sit helpless before him. He grabbed a tuft of your hair, pulling hard as he forced your face onto his crouch. Your tongue spilled out and your hands tried to pull away from him but the more you pulled the harder he would grind into you. You could hear him laugh above you and felt his laughter vibrate through his body. It was useless, nothing was getting through to him.

He pulled you off of him and onto the floor. Before you could move, his legs caged you in before him, “C’mon, we’re just getting started.”

He grabbed your hair again, pulling you onto your knees. The floor was hard and cold and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for it to hurt your knees. You tried to get in a more comfortable position, but Gabe denied you at every turn. So you leaned on your knees, certain it would leave a mark.

Your face was level with his crouch and he made a display for you in undressing himself. Slowly tracing the band of his briefs, pulling down to show you the dark hair on his body. He was toying with you and enjoying every second of it, moaning with every touch. Part of you hoped that this was all he wanted, that he wouldn’t make you participate in bringing him pleasure besides watching. But when he sprung his leaking cock out of his briefs, you felt your self wanting to sink into the floor.

He was big and you were not prepared at all to take him. He stroked his cock, precum bubbling and drooling at the tip, “See that, baby” he hummed and laughed, enjoying himself, “You’re gonna clean up Daddy’s cock real nice, aren’t you?”

You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did at that moment. More tears fell and you struggled to let out a normal breath. Gabe pulled harshly on your hair, “You better fucking answer me.”

It was too much. The stinging in your scalp, the hot tears on your burning face, the heavy beating of your heart in your chest. All you could do is resign yourself to his desire and pray to God this would all be over soon, “Yes, Daddy.”

He threw his head back and stroked himself faster, obviously very pleased with himself now that he had your total compliance. Exhaling, he looked down at the sight of you. Desperate tiny frame right next to his hard, leaking cock.

“Take it in your mouth. Don’t make me wait. I’m a busy man, I have shit to do.”

You opened your mouth and licked his tip clean, salty and slimey precum covering your tongue. Inch by inch you took him in your mouth. You fit half his cock in your mouth before his started pumping into you, lewd sounds of your gagging echoing in the empty room. Gabe groaned, hissed, growled in pleasure as he gently fucked your mouth, covering your face in spit and tears and his juices. You were a mess and he felt so fucking good. His thrust became faster, deeper and you choked on him with every one. You didn’t think you could possibly take him all in, but he forced your head down until your chin met with his plump balls and you nose was tickled by his pubic hair.

“That’s it, so good for Daddy,” sweat made his skin glow as he forced you deeper and deeper onto him, “you’re gonna swallow ever last drop of me, baby.”

You could hardly breath. Your mouth was full of the taste of him and the air around you smelled like his cock and sweat. He was all around you and you had no escape.

You sucked on his cock so hard your jaw felt like it was going to break. You just wanted this all to be over and done with. Fuck, all this for a fucking powerpoint presentation. Every part of you ached and burned. Even between your thighs, your own arousal was stirring without warning, desperately squeezing your thighs together for any sense of relief.

“You like that, baby?” he asked hoarsely, “If you weren’t such a fucking brat, maybe I would’ve let you cum.“

You cried out on his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. He was getting close, frantically fucking your face with more fervor. It wasn’t long before he let go of your hair, putting both his hands on your head and using your mouth like a fucktoy.

“Don’t fuckin move baby, Daddy’s gonna cum right down your throat,” sweat dripped down his chest, right onto your lips as he held your face flush against him. In a few jagged pumps, he emptied himself in your mouth. It was warm and tasted so strongly of his cock that you couldn’t help but instantly swallow, not wanted to gag. More tears came rushing out of you. Thank God, it was finally over.

He let go of your face and you tore yourself from him, coughing and gasping for air. Gabe had to catch his breath, too. Leaning against a row of lockers, he cleaned himself off with a roll of paper towels nearby and redressed himself. You curled into a ball, completely humiliated and unsure what to do next. What time was it? Oh God, you still had to go to class.

You were interrupted when Gabe approached you, towel in hand. His chest was rising and falling, but he wasn’t panting anymore, “C’mon, get yourself cleaned up. I’ll get your shit.”

Reluctantly, you reached for the towel and cleaned whatever moisture on your face that hadn’t already dried up. Your hair was a complete mess. You tried your best to untangle it but there was no way you could fully restore it with just your fingers.

Gabe came back, your backpack in his hands. Your heart soared, relief washing over you, “Consider this a reward. You really impressed me today.”

You blushed, ashamed and not sure what to say. You felt embarrassed at having been so violated but a shallow part of you felt superficially flattered. You wanted to pull that part of you out and punch it in the fucking face.

He tutted, “You gonna be shy around me now? Shit, I don’t mind, you’re kinda cute like this.”

His arms wrapped around you in a soft hug and your body froze. This was all too much for you, “It’s okay, baby. Let me walk you to class. No one’s gonna give a shit if I’m late.”

“I don’t feel good,” you said softly, throat sore and raw after the abuse.

“Poor thing,” Gabe pulled away to get a look at your face. You still wouldn’t look at him. He felt like a fucking king when you were blowing him but looking at you now… Well he kind of felt like a shit head. But damn if you didn’t like good, “Skip class with me. Let’s get you something to eat.”

You didn’t want to be with Gabe right now. But you didn’t want to go to class either. You just wanted to go to bed, “Can you take me home, Gabe?”

“Of course, baby,” He stroked your hair and gave you and gentle kiss on the forehead, you recoiled, “Let’s get you home, alright?”

#punching the air and screaming into the void with this one #ig ow2 have me back here oh well #yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark overwatch #dark!overwatch #yandere reaper #reaper x reader #overwatch au #yandere gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #gabriel reyes #yandere!gabriel reyes #daddy issues #tw: noncon #tw: dubious consent

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bedsyandco · 10 days

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❛ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ༉‧₊˚

pairing: winnie smith x gabe perreault

summary: in which winnie watches her little brother and his little sidekicks achieve a life long dream

notes: the first part of winnie and gabe!! lmk what you think and ofc the inbox is always open for winnie and gabe thoughts!!

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winnie sighs in frustration as she struggles to get her necklace clipped on, dropping her arms and biting the inside of her cheek, debating if she should just let it be or try again. there were few things that could frustrate winnie to tears. her hair not complying, sitting in traffic for hours, and trying to get something through a small opening such as needle and a piece of thread or… the extremely dainty necklace her brother gave her as a gift when she committed to BC.

she observes her light blue dress and white heels in the mirror. coming to the conclusion that her outfit isn’t gonna be complete without the jewellery. she drops her head back, letting out a little groan of frustration and startles when she hears a chuckle from the doorway.

"want some help?" gabe asks leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets and winnie takes a moment to observe him. she always thought gabe was cute. but it was always fleeting glances and fleeting thoughts. but as she takes a good long look at him, she realizes just how much he’s grown the last few years.

"yes please," she says, choosing to ignore the smug little smirk on his face when he caught her staring a little too long. he walks closer, his long limbs closing the gap between them in a matter of seconds. he gently takes the necklace from her hands, moving her hair to the side and clasps the necklace shut.

winnie chooses to ignore the way his hands linger for a while, turing around to face him. she sends him a soft smile before saying, “thank you,”

“no problem. you look beautiful winn. are you trying to steal our thunder?” gabe teases and she laughs softly, giving him a quick scan from head to toe.

"wouldn't dare. besides I couldn't even if I wanted to. that suit is…” she trails off

“too much?” gabe asks, looking down at it and winnie frowns at the uncertainty in his voice. she was so used to these guys exuding confidence and cockiness all the time that the hint of insecurity threw her for a loop.

“no, its perfect. I think you look great. The brown really makes your eyes pop,” she says and steps a little closer, her hands going to fix his tie.

"don't tell them I said this, but your suit might be my favourite," she admits softly and gabe laughs

"my lips are sealed. thanks for being here. I mean I know you're here for will-"

"I'm here for you and ry just as much as I'm here for will. I mean l've been watching you play for years now. I'm proud of you, you know?" winnie says and gabe grins, tugging her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her

"don't tell will but you're my favourite smith sibling," he says, pressing a kiss to her head

"oh I'm definitely telling him that," she says smugly and gabe laughs, making his way towards the door

"I'll see you out there," gabe says sending her once last smile before making his way out of the room

“why are you making heart eyes at gabe?” grace asks a few minutes later and winnie sighs sending her older sister a look

“I wasn’t. I was just trying to calm him down a little,” winnie says and grace nods her head

“oh I’m definitely telling him that,” grace mimicks and laughs as she dodges a pillow

“but seriously Winn, don’t let him get ideas. you know he’s had a thing for you for years,” grace says before leaving and winnie adjusts her necklace, trying not to think about the fluttering feeling in her stomach when gabe touched her

#౨ৎ winnie x gabe #gabe perrault x reader #gabe perrault fic

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princess-of-the-corner · 4 months

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I can't help but keep thinking that, even if some of it was unintentional, they leaned too much on making Marinette like Gabriel. Even if the writers don't think so, Marinette has been shown to be controlling and possessive and while it was cartoonish exaggeration on her part as a lovestruck teenager who had potential love rivals, if we're supposed to take it seriously as per Derision, she's literally a walking red flag. And since she and the narrative think that everything can be fixed by "this was done out of "love" and "good intentions"" then it also places her in the same category of "this is actually Acceptable and Forgiveable Behavior because the narrative said so" as Gabriel being a terrorist because couldn't be bothered to go to therapy after suffering the consequences of shit that was his and Emelie's fault in the first place. Gabriel's a hero because all he did was want to bring is wife back (sure, Jan, sure.) despite the fact that he felt like he had to attack civilians innocent civilians and terrorize a city of AT LEAST 2 MILLION PEOPLE on what seems to be a daily basis to do so and Marinette's a hero despite the fact that's she's gaslighting all of Paris and most importantly Gabriel's abuse victim into thinking that he was a hero all along despite the fact that all this shit was his fault in the first place. All because they think they know what's best for Adrien, who they claim they love so much to the point that he's got no autonomy and no knowledge of shit that he 100% has the right to know. Emelie didn't want this and I highly doubt Adrien would've wanted this either. And yes, Marinette's decision is slightly more forgiveable since she's young and naive and clearly doesn't know better but it's still icky feeling that there's a possibility she could become Gabriel 2.0

SO HERE'S THE THING

I am a sucker for Mari and Gabe parallels in general, and I think that this shit being there could make for a fantastic story!

Yes, Marinette is being a lot like Gabriel! That's fun that's interesting! Justifying his actions is justifying her own actions because when faced with the option of being a hypocritical she said no but in a bad way!

And I would love to see Marinette having done this to double down on her beliefs that what she's doing is right and that Gabriel must have been right because he did the same thing, only to have her mentality chipped away every time it comes up on how awful he was and how Adrien hates the actions she's trying to enforce.

Until eventually she has to come face-to-face with what she's done and decide once and for all whether she can continue to delude herself, or if she will face that she's done some shitty things and has to make up for it.

And, ofc, since this is our protagonist of a kids' show she chooses to be a genuinely good person and fix her shit

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ghostfacd · 9 months

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for gabe and livvy how do jack, quinn, and luke individually react when they find out about them dating

hughes!reader x gabe au masterlist

sooo at first, jack is a bit sad because he thought livvy would’ve told him everything. he finds it kinda sucky how he has to find out from a “soft launch” off instagram but he gets it bc he knows sometimes him and luke can be a bit overprotective.

quinn is surprised because he never really saw gabe and livvy happening. he has heard of gabe and he knew the boy was planning on going to boston college so when he heard livvy and him were dating,, he’s like,, so how’s that gonna work with you at princeton? but livvy tells him that gabe transferred to princeton for her and quinn is automatically like yep this is the right one for my sister

oh boy and LUKE. lukey. he is not happy. it’s mainly because he doesn’t want livvy to be hurt. he’s seen how hockey guys can be, especially since he’s a hockey guy himself. he really doesn’t want livvy to get heartbroken and have it affect her studies since he knows how hard she worked to get into princeton. he comes around eventually because he ofc wants his baby sister to be happy but he’s very tough around gabe and everyone just accepts it😭

#livvyhughes!!#gabe perreault #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #hughes sister #hughes!reader

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roryzlittles1ut · 4 months

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Some little Gabriel head canons bc he’s my little boy

SFW:

He would cuddle you all day and night if it were possible. Since Gabe has a lot of mental issues, he really wants your attention, and your warmth. He’ll cling onto you, holding you by the waist gently. He cuddles you to the point where he’s probably on top of you.

“W-what..? No no..I don’t wanna let go. You’re so warm..”

He loves your cooking. He also loves that diner (ofc). But when it’s a lazy day, or you guys don’t have enough money for the diner, he’ll enjoy your cooking. If it’s your first time, it’ll be okay. Gabe’s not the one to judge anyone’s cooking.

Gabe definitely vents a lot to you. Since Gabriel is a mental boy, he’s very sensitive. He will tell you all about his suicidal thoughts, and his hard past, even his dad ending his life. He cries and cuddles you, knowing you’ll help him.

“I..I didn’t do anything wrong. I-It..wasn’t me.”

He loves forehead/temple, and nose kisses. Sometimes he likes neck kisses, but he isn’t the biggest fan of hickeys, just because they hurt him. He’ll always whimper and blush whenever you kiss him on the neck, since it’s a sensitive place.

Asks consent before doing some things. It depends on your opinion. He really looks up to you, and not asking your consent doesn’t feel right with him.

He’s a very shy boy, so whenever you guys kiss in public, he’ll be so blushy and giggly. He gets very nervous to the point he’s about to explode.

NSFW:

He’s always very shy when you suck his dick. He’ll let out soft whimpers and moans. Gabe won’t really know where to put his hands either, so he’ll just caress your head or your hair.

Male! When you’re fucking him, be gentle. Gabe will even beg you to go slow, since it’s either his first time, or he thinks he can’t take it. He’ll blush a lot as you fuck him, since he’s so new to the feeling of a dick inside of him.

Ride. Him. Gabriel’s a whiny mess, so when you ride him, that’s when he’ll whine the most. He would let out loud whimpers and moans. He would definitely have his hands on your back or your waist. (Fem! Hell maybe even cup your breasts, since he really likes the softness and soothingness of them).

Male! Gabe gets very anxious when he’s sucking your dick. He doesn’t really know how to do it, but he definitely tries his best. He always takes his time, not wanting to go rough. Once he feels your cock in the back of his throat, he’ll immediately stop.

Fem! When he’s trying to eat you out, for the first couple of minutes, he’ll just stare at your pussy. He’ll admire it for sure, then he’ll lean in and give it soft kisses and kitty licks so he can get more comfortable.

He whimpers the most when he’s about to cum (just like when you ride him). Since he’s sensitive, he’ll be very shy when he’s about to have his orgasm. He’ll squeeze you tightly, panting as he blushes.

“M-mm-..I-I’m..close. P-please..I..I’m close..”

#rory culkin #he’s so silly #gabriel #he’s such a silly little guy #hes a sweetheart #he’s so kissable

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bambinella · 4 months

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Queen Rivalry

A/N: The lack of fanfics for Life is Strange is a CRIME, and I'm here to fix it. I recently finished LiS True Colors and I'm in love with it. Definitely a game I'll play again, and write for! Enjoy! Art belongs to this amazing artist!

Summary: Typhon is gone, and Alex is finally starting to enjoy her life with Steph

Warnings: Spoilers for Life is Strange: True Colors! And fluff ofc

Word Count: 1922

It was a month after Typhon had been taken down, and things finally started to feel… normal. Diane and Jed and everyone directly working for Typhon had disappeared from Haven, and peace had returned to the small town. After deciding to stay in Haven, Alex still lived above the Black Lantern, which was now run by Ryan. While she and Steph didn’t officially live together yet, the DJ nearly spent all her nights at the Lantern at this point. With everything she’d been through so far, Alex was rarely surprised by anything anymore. This time, however, she was surprised. She was smiling and actually felt happy. For the first time in so long, she felt like she belonged here.

While losing Gabe had left a big hole in her chest, spending her days with Ryan and Steph seemed to slowly close the gap, making her feel whole again. And if she was being honest, it was mostly Steph that healed her. The ‘hot DJ with the best beanies’, as Steph liked to call herself, was there to help her up every time she broke down over her brother’s death. She couldn’t think of anyone who had helped her like that, in all her life, besides Gabe. With Steph she felt at home. Speaking of home, they were currently spending the evening at Alex’ place, as they were in the middle of yet another rematch for the claim to the title of Foosball Champion. To no one's surprise, Alex won again.

“Boom! Oh yeah! Seems I remain the undefeated Queen of Foosball!” Alex cheered as she bounced herself over to the couch, sucker-punching the air to celebrate her victory.

“Damn you Alex Chen! I swear I’ll make you pay next time!” Steph laughed and groaned at the same time, shaking one clenched fist in the air while accepting her defeat in Foosball yet again. This happened way too often lately.

“That sounds exactly what a sore loser, who will definitely lose again, would say to the Queen,” Alex teased as she scooted over, making room for her girlfriend to sit next to her.

“Ohoho, get off your high horse already! Did you forget that I was the original Queen of Haven before you got here? You’re just trying to usurp the throne!” Steph’s eyebrows raised dangerously high, a playful smirk playing on her lips. Alex smirked right back at her.

“Please. We all know I’m the better Queen. After all, what kind of royalty would wear a beanie for a crown?” She had barely finished her sentence before Steph lunged at her, her aura almost vibrating with mischievous intent.

“You take that back right now! Nobody insults the beanie without consequences, not even my very-good-looking girlfriend!” She playfully demanded, to which Alex only started laughing.

“Never!” She shot back, trying to hide her blush from that comliment.

They wrestled on the couch, with Steph mainly trying to push her off. The brunette had strong arms due to being a drummer, but overall Alex was the stronger one of the two, so for a moment she thought she’d win this little fight. Until Steph pressed her fingers into her ribs.

“Stohohop!” Alex laughed, her hand immediately covering the area, and Steph’s hand, before looking up at her. Steph, who was looming over her and basically straddling her, quickly processed what had happened as a wide, evil grin slowly spread on her face.

“No way! You're ticklish? Looks like the new ‘Queen of Haven’ has a weakness after all~!” She almost purred, and Alex could tell she was going to heavily abuse this knowledge. She gulped.

“H-hey Steph, we can talk about this, right? How about another rematch of Foosball, huh?” Alex suggested nervously, unable to stop herself from smiling. Steph shook her head.

“I think I’m gonna choose a fight I know I can win this time!” She said, and with that she dug her fingers into Alex’ sides. The latter shrieked and grabbed Steph’s wrists, immediately bursting into giggles.

“Aahhahahaa! Steeheheheph! No fahahair!” She cried out, her blush now definitely showing. Ever since she and her brother had been separated all those years ago, she’d barely gotten tickled at all. Why was she still so ticklish?!

“Oh I think it’s very fair!” Steph grinned, unbothered by Alex’ attempt to stop her as she squeezed up and down her sides. Her grin got even wider when Alex’ laughter spiked as she tickled her ribs, indicating that they were even more sensitive. So of course she had to zero in on that weakness by gently drilling in between them.

“AahaHAHHAA!” Alex squealed and tried to roll on her side, yet found herself very stuck. When she tried to hide her ribs with her arms, she discovered that Steph somehow always found a way to still tickle her there.

“My my, someone’s really ticklish huh? I’d be careful if I were you, announcing left and right that you’re the Queen of Haven now. What if someone sends an assassin after you? What if they find out you’re ticklish and decide to exploit that weakness?” Steph teased, slipping one of her hands under Alex’ shirt to tickle her bare stomach, sending the young woman into another fit of laughter.

“THEY WOHOHON’T! OHOHO! OHOHO STOHOHOHOP!” Alex put one of her hands on her girlfriend’s shoulder in an attempt to push her away, yet all that did was make her laugh harder as Steph used the momentum to sneak in tickles under her arm. This girl knew how to murder someone with tickles for sure!

“Oh I’m not stopping until you take back your words about my beanie!” Steph smirked, and that was when Alex knew she was fucked. She usually wasn’t the type of person to take back her words, but tickling to death could be an exception in her case. Her thoughts suddenly got interrupted by a familiar tingling, which made her open her eyes and look up. Steph’s aura was glowing brightly, a golden light surrounding her, and she immediately recognized it. It was joy. With little effort she tapped into it, temporarily forgetting the fact that she was being tickled to death, as she ended up in one of Steph’s memories.

“Gabe! Gaahahahabe! Stohohop you dihihihick!” “Oh no, you can forget mercy after cheating like that! Take this!” “Ahaha! Hohohow is winning cheheheating?!” “Doesn’t matter, you won so that means you cheated! And I’ll tickle you until you admit it!” “You dohohork! Ahahaha stohohop!”

It only lasted a moment, yet Alex was filled with joy from the memory. The thought of Gabe and Steph playing games and having tickle fights felt… just right. She didn’t even realize Steph had stopped until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, Alex, are you okay? Did I go overboard?” Steph asked, sounding worried as she gave her a once-over. Alex blinked a few times before sitting up, snapping out of it. She gently pat Steph on the arm and smiled at her reassuringly.

“No you didn’t! I’m fine, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to but you were just so… happy. I saw one of your memories,” She admitted, almost feeling guilty as she awaited her reaction. Steph had asked her to warn her before tapping into her emotions, but it had felt so natural. To her relief, Steph looked pleasantly surprised.

“A memory? What did you see? What happened?” She asked, almost eagerly. Alex smiled.

“It was about you and Gabe. You two were playing some game, and it ended up in a tickle fight,” She explained, and she could basically see Steph’s eyes light up as she remembered.

“Oh! That was last year! He’d invited me over and we were playing one of his favorite board games, because he used to win it most of the time. So when he lost, of course he accused me of cheating! What a jerk,” Steph explained with a smile, and it made Alex smile too. While memories of her brother were still painful, she didn’t mind them as much if they were the joyful ones. Plus Gabe had given her useful information.

“That’s so sweet. And you know what?” She said as she wrapped an arm around Steph’s waist, pulling her close against her so she could whisper in her ear. “It also made me realize that you’re ticklish too~” She added. The reaction was immediate. Steph tried to jump off the couch to safety, and Alex only tightened her grip on the girl’s waist while her free hand dug into her side, causing Steph to bark out a laugh.

“No! NO! Alex don’t you fuhucking dahahahahare!” Steph giggled, trying really hard to sound menacing, yet Alex could only gush at the attempt. She was intimidating no one here.

“Oh but I do dare, now be a good girl and take your tickles,” She giggled, smiling a little wider as she saw the blush appear on Steph’s cheeks. Got her! Her nails tickled all over her toned stomach, making her girlfriend yelp and increase her struggles. Moments later she managed to escape from the grasp, only to tumble off of the couch on the floor.

“Ha! Can’t catch me!” Steph teased, yet before she could crawl away, Alex had caught one of her ankles and pulled it up to her lap.

“Ohhh no, you’re not going anywhere! I’m not done with you yet!” Alex grinned mischievously as she tickled the bottom of her socked foot. Steph shrieked and pulled at her leg, yet couldn’t muster up the strength to free herself due to giggling too much. Poor girl was stuck on her back, with no way to get up as her ankle was being held hostage. Perfect, Alex thought.

“Alex! ALEX NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!” The brunette cried out in laughter as she rolled around on the floor. Every time she pushed herself up to try and reach her foot Alex simply tickled under her toes, making her laugh harder and fall down again.

“Begging already huh? Good thing Haven is no longer in your hands, sheesh,” Alex playfully scolded, lightly fluttering her nails against the middle of her foot.

Steph was laughing and giggling too hard and too fast to even properly protest at that point, so she merely grabbed her own beanie and pulled it over her face as she laughed her heart out. Alex nearly melted at the sight. This was such a good discovery.

“Aww does it tickle too much? Maybe I could show mercy if you admit I’m the better Queen. Or you could not, and then I’ll be forced to–”

“YOU AAHAHAHARE! YOU AHAHARE NOW STAAHAHAHP!” Steph immediately surrendered, banging one hand on the floor. Alex chuckled and let go of the foot, leaning her chin into one of her hands.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She teased, briefly laughing as Steph flipped her off.

“You’re horrible. Even worse than Gabe, and that says something,” She shot back, yet Alex could hear the smile in her voice.

“And you’re adorable,” She cooed, causing Steph to grumble under her breath. The brunette was still slightly embarrassed and folded her arms while continuing to hide under her beanie. Alex let out a chuckle and sat herself down on the ground next to her girlfriend, gently lifting the front of her beanie to look into her eyes.

“Hey, kiss up and shut me?” She asked. Steph, embarrassed or not, smiled brightly at that.

“Thought you’d never ask,” She smirked, immediately leaning up to kiss Alex.

Yep. Life was good.

#Life is Strange #Life is Strange True Colors #lis true colors #Alex Chen #Steph Gingrich #Tickling #Tickle fic #tk community

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peonyblossom · 6 months

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Choices Fandom Artists Shoutouts

@choicesfandomappreciation

First artist I want to shoutout is the wonderful @mydemonsdrivealimo!! I love you art so freaking much and I'm so happy and proud that you finally opened commissions!!!! The way I RAN to your inbox when I saw that LMAO I am so excited to get mine!!! And a huge thank you for making such wonderfully queer artwork for our fandom. I love Jensen and Bryce so much and I super love Jensen's fashion sense.

Next, I want to shoutout @jaredkau!! First, for being one of my fandom besties ofc I love you so much. But also, for your wonderful, amazing art!! I love your art style so much, it's seriously so fun to see!! I also love the different ships you draw, obviously especially Ethias lol. I fucking love your Ethan and Tobias with my whole heart, I would literally die for them. I love how different they are from canon and even fanon and I just. ah. they are rotating in my brain like it's a microwave. Love you!!!

Next, I want to shoutout @somewillwin! I love your art so much and love getting commissions from you <3 I'm super excited for your Kofi event and can't wait to see that art I requested because I just know it's going to be absolutely wonderful.

I'd also like to shoutout @rosefuckinggenius! I love your art ofc and I love getting commissions from you! I absolutely love the way you draw all my characters/ships and will definitely be getting more commissions in the future!!

Next, I want to shout out @weetlebeetle! I've only gotten a couple commissions from you but they are so both wonderful!! Thank you so much for drawing my throuple, Gabe, Aislinn, and Sav and thank you so much for drawing my lovely Nia and Iris!! I love my Nia and Iris chibi so gd much, it is still my Discord pfp lol

Lastly, I want to shoutout @hydn-jpg! You are seriously one of my favorite artists in this fandom, I love your art style so freaking much!! I hope I can get more commissions from you in the future because working with you is such a joy <3

#choices fandom appreciation #choices spread kindness #playchoices

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zeniichuu · 2 years

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Hello, sorry to bother but I saw you had requests open and wondered after reading your rules if you could do some Headcanons for Poly Louis, Clem, and their S/o? Like how they met? How do they get together? What it's like to be with them? Please and thank you 🦋🦋

yesyes ofc !! I've somehow ?? never thought of them ?? for a poly ?? wth. this is such a cute idea. this is a bit rushed and i havent played the game in a while so i might not have a good grip on their characters but i hope you'll still like it ! :] ps :: so sorry this is so late :,(

clem and louis + reader poly hdcs <333

- okay so I'm thinking that reader and clem knew eachother from maybe s3 ? you met in the new frontier when javi (sort of??) became the new leader. but while clem had left, you had stayed.

- eventually you had decided to leave for whatever reason, and coincidentally you find the school !

- everyone is kinda weary of you at first, but when clem recognizes you, things die down.

- clem and louis are already together at this point, and since she's the only person you know, you stick with them.

- clem and louis are super sweet people, and it's so nice to see people your age (besides gabe lol), that you just can't help but gain a tiny crush on them

- except it turns not so tiny and you're so terribly obvious about it

- thankfully, they think you're super cute (and s3 clem may have had a slight crush on you for the short time you knew eachother) so they confront you about it

- so together, you all decide to try things out and see how they go!

- they are the absolute sweetest people to date, and both of them together??? oh my gods

- they're both sososo protective of you

- I think louis gets jealous the most, clem usually doesn't

- they're genuinely so amazing to be with

- like not only are they funny and nice, but hot ??? win/win

- Louis is definitely more physically affectionate, he's huuuuge on pda ! loves giving big fat smooches all the time

- on the other hand, I think that clem settles for smaller types of pda, like hand holding and forehead pecks yk?

- ik I alr said they were protective, but clem especially

- cuddles with them are <33

- they love seeing you interact with Aj (and any of the kids honestly)

- they're just the best people to date in general

- love them <33

#the walking dead game x reader #twdg x reader #clementine everett x reader #twdg louis x reader #twdg clem x reader #clementine x reader #twdg clementine #twdg louis

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austinswhitewolf · 1 year

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Blue Eyes Baby AB/OFC Fic

AN: Hello all, this is my first fic I've written and decided to post. I have always loved the Soulmates idea, something about it is so romantic and I apparently am a hopeless romantic deep at heart. I don't own anything except the idea and my character Gabe. Hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think. :) I have lots of other ideas but not sure if I'll want to post. Will depend on how well this one is taken. Love you all.

Everyone is born seeing shades of gray. Some lucky few found their soulmates early on in life, having their worlds burst into color at hearing their voice for the first time. The color always starts with their soulmate first before blooming outwards. Some went years, even decades, without finding their soulmate, only ever knowing grays.

Gabriel was one of those who was still only seeing grays and she was now 34. She had hoped working on movie sets through out the years would help her find that special someone, but luck wasn't with her. Gabe loves her job, being an extra, assisting people on sets with what ever is needed, just all around floater of what ever needed to be done.

When she booked on to help with Elvis, Gabe was over the moon. She had always loved his music, her parents growing up always had him playing on the turntable. There were nights as a baby she couldn't get to sleep without hearing the King playing. She heard about who would be playing Elvis but never took the time to look into him. She wanted to be able to have true reactions for the movie so stayed away from anything dealing with Austin Butler.

For the first few weeks she was on set they were doing closed shoots with Tom, Austin, Olivia, Richard, and Helen. During this block of time Gabe would help out with running things to and from sets, only ever handing items off outside the studios or edges of the sets so as not to mess up audio or cause disruptions. Mainly though she was helping keep costumes organized, cleaned and ready for the next day. It wasn't until they started the bigger shoots with crowds that she was needed as an extra.

Trouble, Russwood Park Filming block.

The first block they needed her for as an extra was going to be the Trouble scene at Russwood Park.

They had put her into a nice soft blue dress that had deep blue and green flowers on it and fell down to mid shin. Her hair was in soft curls and make-up to match and compliment her eyes. Gabe had been told through out her life that she had deep gold bordering on light brown hair and beautiful ice blue/gray eyes. The make-up artist promised her that her make-up made her eyes pop and match to her dress.

Moving out and over to the grouping of other women who were going to be the crowd, Gabe started to chat with a few while waiting for the call for them to get into places. About five minutes later they were guided into place, with Gabe being put right behind the police line against the stage at the corner. The men on the stage with instruments were playing a few notes to finish warming up. Gabe was almost buzzing with excitement and awe that this was actually really happening. Until this point it never really sunk in that this was truly happening.

Baz called for everyone to get into final placement before calling action. Austin came up onto stage and stood at the mic, looking around at the crowd.

"There's been a lot of talk about the new Elvis."

It was at those words that Gabe felt a tingle and saw Austin's face start to color. His grey eyes became intense blue and his tie started to flow into red. Her face lost all color at the realization and her jaw dropped open slightly. The crowd booing all around her yet she couldn't bring herself to join in.

"And of course that other guy… You ain't nothin' but a hound dog! Cryin' all the time."

Austin's eyes scan the crowd and then go back down as he shifts the mic again. The crowd starts to cheer and yell

"There are a lot of people saying a lot of things. Course you got to listen to the people that you love. But in the end you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know those New York people ain't gonna change me none!"

Moving to put his guitar onto the piano he looks back out and yells out, "I'm gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!"

Gabe gets jostled by some of the crowd around her and she realizes she needs to stay focused and deal with this after the scene is shot. She shook herself back in and started to yell and cheer with the rest of the crowd. She can't let Baz see her just standing there doing nothing, can't get kicked out of the scene, not be an extra anymore for this movie…

As he raises his arm, Austin looks over to the side of the stage, his eyes roaming over the women and men. The screams building, knowing that he is about to truly start. His eyes lock with Gabe's for a split second before his eyes close, ready to belt out his first line of the song. His arm comes down and he starts.

"If you're lookin for trouble… You came to the right place. If you're lookin for trouble, just look right in my face."

Austin once again glances around the crowd and his eyes once again move over Gabe and he sees gold blonde hair and blue eyes. His stomach clenches and rolls even more then it already is.

Their eyes connect and he knows she knows. Austin bites his lip and takes a deep breath. His brain is moving a mile a minute, he found her! Completely loosing the rest of the world, it takes a moment to realize Baz has yelled cut and is looking at him.

"Austin, you good? You missed your mark."

A bright blush ran up Austin's neck, through his cheeks to his ears.

"Uh… Yeah I'm good Baz, lets go again?"

Baz nods and motions for everyone to reset. The women around Gabe start whispering and giggling.

"He is so hott, who ever sees color with him is so lucky!"

Gabe bites her tongue and just keeps her eyes on Austin. She can't look at the crowd right now, the colors with the bright spotlights is way to much for her right now. Its all so overwhelming to her, she reaches out and holds onto the edge of the stage. Austin never leaves her line of sight while they film the next few takes before he gets to the corner of the stage and drops to his knees. Grabbing hold of Gabe's Face and singing right to her. As he backs up and slowly lets go of her, her skin where he was holding her is on fire. Without thinking her arm reaches out and grabs his hand as he pulls away.

As the police extras filter on the stage, grabbing him and pulling him off, it was a gut reaction from him to try and keep near Gabe, needing her in eye site. Gabe is reaching from him like all the other women.

Gabriel feels like the part of her she just found was ripped away again as he was pulled off the stage.

Baz yells cut and calls out for a twenty minute break while they go over the shot footage to see if they need any retakes. As the crowd and all start to back away and spread out a bit, Austin maneuvers around the back of the stage to where he last saw Gabe. She kept her eyes on stage trying to see where Austin would be heading so she could get to him and they could talk.

He see's her staying right were she was, almost frozen in place. He reaches his hand out through a few people and his fingers wrap around her wrist, gently pulling towards him. When she feels a gentle grasp with callused fingertips around her wrist she immeditly feels at ease and knows it's him. Somehow she just knew.

A few of the women start to notice who is among them and begin to whisper. Austin quickly guides her through and around to the back of the stage that is mostly empty and the sound from the front is muffled.

As they stop and turn to each other, blue eyes met blue. Each taking the other in, reveling in all the colors that are new to them.

Austin brings his fingers up and gently cups her cheek. Thumb brushing under her eye.

"I found you." His deep timber flowed over her, causing a shiver up her spine. Her head tilted into his hand and smiled softly.

"I have been hoping for this for years." She whispered and glanced over his face.

Austin had started to think he would never find his other half. His hope was waning more and more as the years passed. He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead before touching his to hers. Nuzzling his nose against hers softly.

"I'm never letting you go." He whispered before crashing their lips together.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler Fanfiction #Austin Butler Elvis #Austin Butler/EP Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Elvis 2022 #Soulmates #Love story #Austin Butler Fic #Austin Butler x OFC #Austin Elvis Fandom #Austin Elvis #Austin Butler Story

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