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@modelscience

“....i swear to god teej better be balls deep or dead to be this late for brunch."

[   text   to   »   gwen   ]         /         gwen   ,   honey   .... [   text   to   »   gwen   ]         /         we've   talked   about   this.

" Gwen ... just TALK to him . You're TORTURING yourself . Please ... just talk to him."

Being prepared to run into her PARENTS though, hadn't exactly prepared her to run into someone she'd heard about more than once from her FATHER and MOTHER . " ...you're GWEN STACY ... right ? Captain Stacy's daughter ? "

med kit. who has a med kit? gwen stacy apparently. what she's doing with a med kit in the middle of france he has no idea. what she's doing in france at all has him curious. of all the people he could have run into...he can't say he's happy to see her. he isn't unhappy either. maybe a little, given everything. but she'd helped him slip from his dad's henchmen twice now so. wasn't as if he could be too mad. he isn't even mad about the bullet wound in his side that's coating his shirt in blood. no matter what gwen had done, she didn't deserve to be taken out. least of all on marcus' orders. it might've been her intel that got his father taken away and put behind bars and torn up his family...but it wasn't like it was false information. his father had done all of that shit, and if it wasn't her it would have been someone else. but even so -- no matter if she had passed inside info to the cops, no matter if she had betrayed him .... dom wouldn't let something happen to her. "you don't gotta do that you know. won't take me long to dig the slug out with my knife. probably faster if i just self cauterize it or something anyway."

❝    you've    gotta    be    so    quiet,    kitten.    ❞    he    tells    her,    fanning    out    her    little    sundress    so    that    it    falls    over    his    lap,    where    she's    straddling    him.    they're    tucked    away    in    central    park,    behind    a    tree,    up    against    a    wall    of    bushes,    so    he    doesn't    feel    like    they'll    be    caught.    nobody    has    come    near    them    in    half    an    hour    and    he    anticipates    that    nobody    is    going    to    come    near    for    at    least    that    much    more    time.    he    bites    his    lower    lip    as    he    shifts    her,    hands    on    her    hips.    ❝    i    won't    make    you    wait    too    long    for    it,    since    we're    being    bad.    ❞

"  sometimes  i  wonder  if  theres  a  way  to  turn  the  clock  back  ,  before  everything  .  " / @modelscience