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sparklypinkflightsuit · 3 months ago

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The Outsider: Part 1

Hasil Farrell x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Swearing, Alcohol (Mostly Farrell Wine) Violence, Broken Established Relationship, Cheating, Domestic Violence

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18+ Only

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You had never intended on being where you were in life, and some would call you selfish and ungrateful for being miserable with the life you had, but you knew the truth that others didn’t see, a truth that ate away at you daily, one that you struggled to see a way out of.

Your friends had always envied you. Married to a handsome, wealthy man, his powerful family providing for you in every which way… that was, in every which way that mattered to them. The unsightly truth was merely swept under the rug if it didn’t suit their image, which was almost always.

You had no voice, not since losing your family in that horrible accident. Now you had no one in the world but your husband Wyatt, and his awful family.

At first, Wyatt had been your dream man. He was kind, strong, loving, attentive, everything you’d hoped for. He swept you off of your feet, and he was your rock after your parents died.

That was before. Once he put that ring on your finger and lured you down that isle, everything changed, he had you locked in and the real Wyatt came out, and you had spent years making excuses for him and his outbursts.

“Oh he’s just stressed, work is a lot for him right now.”

“Oh his father’s pressuring him to get that deal done, he’ll be back to normal in a week.”

“Oh he’s just drunk, he’s not usually like this.”

The clothes you wore and the makeup slathered on to hide bruises and black eyes, the excuses made to avoid social gatherings to stay at home and heal that busted lip.

“I fell.”

“The stupid door hit me in the face.”

“Car accident, just a fender bender, silly me!”

All lies you told that kept you going one day at a time.

But at night you’d cry yourself to sleep, and during the day you’d find things to occupy yourself with, because you were not allowed to work, or go out without Wyatt by your side.

“Why don’t you just leave?” You asked yourself frequently.

“Where would I go? Who else do I have? I don’t have any money, or family, or friends that aren’t linked to him that would be willing to hide me.”

So you stayed, out of fear and hope that things would improve.

They never did, and when Wyatt decided to move you back to his home town in Blackburg Kentucky, you dreaded what this might mean for you.

In such a small town, there were no secrets, no one you could go to with your problems, especially not when the whole town favoured your husbands family, and similarly feared them.

“Best behaviour, Y/N.” You told yourself, “Best behaviour or you’ll embarrass him in front of the people he went to school with. Nothing worse than that, you’ll never hear the end of it.”

Barely a week into moving and Wyatt went to work with his fathers closest business partner, leaving you home all alone during the day.

You preferred it this way, you had time to unwind and be you. You had time to garden and paint and relax, and clean yourself up before he got home.

God he hated seeing you dirty, muddy knees and finger nails, flecks of paint in your hair, they made him angry for some reason.

No, you had to be pristine for him. Get your nails done, put your makeup on - but not too much! And not when he wasn’t home, because who were you dressing up for then?

Nice dresses, nice shoes, nice perfume. The smell of them made you sick and you longed to hang around in jeans and tank tops and shorts and trainers like you did before you met him.

That morning, before everything changed, you made his coffee and breakfast that he barely touched as he read his newspaper, and the moment he was out the door and his car pulled out of the drive, you ran upstairs to change into your comfiest jeans and sweatshirt.

Pulling your hair into a messy ponytail, you made your way out into the huge back garden that backed onto the woods at the foot of the mountain.

It was beautiful but severely overgrown, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands dirty making it perfect.

Hours passed quickly without you realising, and barely a fraction of the garden had been done.

You sat back on your haunches and breathed in the cool mountain air, enjoying the silence it offered in comparison to city life.

That’s when you noticed a face peaking out from the trees beyond a little stream on your property.

You stood quickly with surprise, ready to run back indoors if need be, but the face smiled at you, gentle and curious.

“Hello?” You called out, and the face became a person as they stepped out from behind the tree.

“Hi there lady, sorry I didn’t mean to startle ya.”

The voice called, edging slightly closer.

You realised he was around your age, maybe a bit older, and he had long flowing brown hair, braids on one side that reminded you of a Viking.

“Can I help you?” You called, a little apprehensive as your feet positioned themselves to run if need be.

“I just… I noticed you were pullin’ them there weeds out, but not sure if you realised what they are.” He walked closer, stopping just before the stream that separated you.

His clothes were plain, kind of dirty, and you wondered for a moment if he was from the poorer side of town.

“No, they’re not poisonous, are they?” You suddenly wondered out loud, inspecting your bare hands for any signs of itchiness or blistering.

He chuckled, and you realised he had a pretty smile.

“No, the opposite actually, them there’s a Yarrow plant, mighty beneficial.”

You hesitated, looking down for a second at the piles of weeds you’d ripped from the ground.

“Yarrow? I didn’t realise.” You said sheepishly.

The man smiled, wringing out his hands as he inspected you curiously. “You not from around here are ya?”

You let out a scoff and raised your brow, “Is it that obvious?”

“A lil, you sound different to all them folks in town. What you got there-“ pointing at the heap of weeds, “my people use for a whole bunch of things. I can take it off your hands, if you don’t mind?”

Normally, you’d be extremely hesitant around other men. Mostly because Wyatt would lose his head, but you also didn’t trust them one bit.

Something about this man was different though, and you found yourself bending over to scoop up the quickly wilting weeds in your arms.

You walked down to the stream and carefully stepped over rocks to get to where the man stood, and he held a hand out as if preparing to steady you if you lost your footing.

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” You smiled softly.

“Thank you miss, that’s mighty kind.” He grinned down at you as he took them from your hands.

He had stunning big blue eyes, lashes longer than your own and he was covered with interesting tattoos.

Silence fell over you as you stared at one another, until you realised what you were doing and took a step back, “Well… have a good day.”

You waved awkwardly and turned back to the stream.

“Say!” He stopped you, and you turned back to look at him. “You got a name?”

You couldn’t help but smile and laugh a little, “Uh… yeah, Y/N.”

“Y/N…” he repeated, trying the sounds out on his tongue, “That’s a pretty name. Matches your face.”

You let out a surprised laugh, not used to kind words from someone you’d only just met.

“What’s your name?” You asked, curious about this strange man.

“Hasil. Hasil Farrell.”

“Nice to meet you Hasil.”

“You too ma’am. Hope to see you ‘round.”

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Showered, dress on, makeup and hair done, you now busied yourself preparing dinner, but you found yourself zoning out as you stared out the back window to the garden, thinking about the strange man you’d met earlier that day.

You didn’t hear the door open, and had to stop yourself from visibly jumping as your husbands voice rang out from the hallway.

“Babe! Can you grab me a beer?” He didn’t bother coming into the kitchen, and you could hear the thudding sound of his shoes being

kicked off as he collapsed onto the sofa in the next room.

“Y-yeah, coming!”

You quickly washed your hands and grabbed a beer from the double fridge freezer, taking a deep breath before you made your way into the spacious open plan lounge-dining room.

You forced a smile as you walked in, cold beer in hand and pretty sundress flowing despite the chill in the air, goosebumps ravaging your

exposed skin because your husband liked the thermostat set at a certain temperature.

“Here you go.” You handed him the beer and bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He took the beer and cracked it open, without so much as a thank you or acknowledgment.

“How was your day?” You tried to make conversation as you straightened to stand next to him, to feel him out and see what sort of mood he was in.

“Fine. Is dinner ready yet?” He mumbled before sipping his beer.

“Almost, it’ll be about 10 minutes.” You said gently, keeping your voice light. There’s nothing wrong, so don’t act like it, you thought to yourself.

You could see Wyatt visibly tense, annoyance clouding over his features and your heart began to race.

“What you been doin’ all day? You don’t work, we don’t have kids, why the fuck isn’t dinner ready yet? Huh?”

You flinched at the tone of his voice but tried to keep your composure. “I’m sorry honey, I know. It should be, I didn’t realise the chicken hadn’t properly thawed, it’s just taking a little longer to cook is all.” You lied through your teeth.

You had been a little distracted after your encounter with Hasil earlier, and you’d taken a little longer to get ready, struggling to scrub the dirt from under your nails, your makeup not going on quite right, all the little things that delayed dinner.

You could tell your explanation wasn’t good enough, and Wyatt stared at you with something that could only be described as mistrust.

“What you been doin’ today, huh?” He asked, his voice real low, something you’d come to realise was a dangerous thing.

You swallowed hard as you stepped back slowly.

“Gardening, I pulled out loads of weeds, trying to make it pretty for summer.”

“Why are you fucking lying?!” He suddenly belted, his beer can flying into the wall behind the television.

You blinked away tears as you tried not to show weakness.

“I promise you, I’ve been gardening all day!”

“Then why ain’t there any dirt under your nails, huh? You been gardening with a full face of makeup too? Who you tryna impress?”

“I- I-“ you stuttered, unsure which question to defend first without angering him further.

“I- I- I!” He mocked you, “What are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing, for gods sake! I scrubbed my nails because I know you hate them dirty! I put the makeup on after I showered and-“

Wyatt’s face was red, furious that you had decided to defend yourself, and he grabbed you by your hair in his vice grip.

“What the fuck did I tell you about talking back, huh?” He shook your head and you fought to hold the tears back, clenching your jaw.

“Wyatt, you’re being excessive. Stop.”

You realised immediately that you’d made a mistake, when the back of his hand smacked across your face with blinding strength that made you see stars as you fell to the floor.

“Get me another fuckin’ beer.” He spat down at you as you fought to catch your breath.

You ate in silence that night, and then you went straight to the bathroom to remove your makeup got into bed.

You could tell Wyatt’s mood had begun to change because he started to soften.

You felt the bed dip behind you as he climbed into bed, and a few seconds later his heavy hand was squeezing your hip apologetically.

“I’m sorry baby. I just had a real bad day at work is all… can you forgive me?” His kissed your shoulder and pulled you into him.

“Of course.” You croaked, biting back the tears, “I’m tired, gonna get some sleep now.”

Wyatt let go of you and rolled over, the bedside lamp clicked off, and you forced yourself to sleep.

It wasn’t the first time you’d gone to bed on those terms, false reconciliation for the sake of peace, and you knew it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

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“White or rye?” You murmured, absentmindedly reading the back of the breads packaging.

“Rye, nothin’ better than that with a good chunk of melted cheese.” Wyatt grinned, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

You smiled in amusement as you placed the bread in your cart and pushed it towards the fridges, “I guess I’d better grab some more cheese then too.”

“Ooh baby, you treat me too good!”

His arm snuck over your shoulder and he kissed your head.

“Wyatt! Is that you buddy?” A voice called from down an isle towards the checkout counters. You both turned to see someone waving, a basket in their other hand.

“Ricky!” Wyatt chuckled, “Honey I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go say hello, haven’t seen him in years.”

Wyatt kissed your cheek, “Go ahead, I’ll be down here.” You smiled.

The good days were really good, when he was on a high it really was sky high, and on those days he treated you well, and although you knew it was temporary, you could relax somewhat. You really enjoyed the brief moments when he treated you like someone he loved and respected.

Relieved to have some space while you finished you shopping, you pushed the cart towards the dairy section at the back, and began to eye up different cheeses and spreads.

You could hear Wyatt and Ricky catching up down the far end out of sight, laughing like little boys talking about something naughty.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a large slab of cheddar off of the fridge shelf, placing it in your cart.

“Y/N…” you heard a soft, familiar voice behind you, and you swung around.

“Hasil, hi.” You whispered, a smile spreading across your face involuntarily.

Hasil moved closer, dipping his head and lowering his voice, “Why are we whisperin’?”

You bit back a chuckle and stopped to listen, you could still hear Wyatt chatting away.

“My… my husbands down there. He wouldn’t be so happy if he found us talking.”

Hasil nodded, “He an unkind man?”

“Uh… no… just a jealous man.” You lied, pushing the cart further down the back isles in hopes of being more out of sight.

“He who gave you that there bruise?” Hasil frowned, gently lifting your wrist to inspect the purple mark that had bloomed.

You were quiet for a moment as you looked at Hasil, his eyes so soft compared to the man you shared a bed with.

“No… I must have hit it against a door or something.”

You faked a smile and pulled your wrist out of his grip, looking around to make sure there were no eyes on you.

Hasil nodded, but his face indicated that he knew you were lying.

“You doing your weekly shopping?” You asked, changing the subject as you continued to walk.

“Not exactly.” He grinned, finding your question amusing, “I saw you come in and thought I’d come say hi.”

You bit your cheek to stop from smiling, “That’s sweet of you, Hasil, but I think it’s probably a good idea if you left. Before my husband comes back.”

He nodded, hands on his hips as he started to step back, “I’ll stop by tomorrow, take some more of them Yarrow off your hands, if that’s alright by you?”

You smiled, “Sounds good, Hasil. Don’t come too early or too late, maybe wait until the car is off the drive?” You dropped your voice real low, suddenly feeling guilty.

“I’ll see you then, Y/N.” Hasil grinned before he disappeared down an isle just in time, as Wyatt returned, face fallen and brow drawn.

His mood had changed, his face as dark as the night before, and your spine straightened in anticipation. Had he seen or heard you speaking with Hasil?

“Nice catch up?” You asked with a smile, pretending to browse the shelves for things you didn’t really need, while your heart thudded against your chest at a sickening speed.

“Let’s get going, hurry up.”

You nodded, pushing the cart towards the checkout counters. “Everything okay, honey?”

“Ricky said he saw a Farrell come in here just before him, they’re bad news and it’s usually a sign of bad things to come when they come down off that mountain, let’s just get goin’ alright?” He placed his hand on your lower back to speed you along.

You nodded, but you so badly wanted to ask questions.

“Why are the Farrell’s bad news?” But you knew better than to ask.

“Come down from where?” But that was a bad idea.

So you kept your mouth shut and smiled while your items were checked out and paid for.

The car journey was quiet, and you stared out the window, wondering how much longer until you could just go to bed, because you knew once a bad mood started to brew, it likely wouldn’t go away for a long while.

While you stared out the window, Wyatt’s eyes trained on the road, you swore you saw a face in the trees, watching over you until you made it home safe.

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Dinner was tense but ultimately you managed some small talk.

“Who…” you cleared your throat, “who are the Farrell’s you mentioned earlier?”

Wyatt’s eyes shot up at you, like mentioning their name was some sort of admission of guilt.

He answered, nonetheless. “Mountain people, they’ve been living up on Shay mountain for hundreds of years. Proper animals they are, don’t live by the rules the rest of us have to abide by. Should be shot, the lot of them.” He pointed his knife towards the window in the direction of the mountain. “Luckily, it’s not often they come down. It’s only when they want somethin’.”

“Just as well, we won’t need to bother ourselves with them.” Your heart thudded, but you forced a smile.

Gotta show him who’s side you’re on, keep him happy.

In bed that night, you stared out the window at the moon that shone over Shay mountain and you struggled to sleep, unsure how you felt that one of those very mountain folk would be coming for a visit tomorrow. You wondered how they lived up there, and what their lives were like.

By morning, you were once again filled with excitement, you had so many questions you wanted to ask Hasil, questions that kept you up all night.

Once Wyatt left for work, you changed into a sun dress and made your way out into the garden, wasting no time uprooting weed after weed and placing them into a large tote bag.

Before long you felt eyes on you, and you turned to look past the little stream.

“Morning Hasil.” You grinned, waving him over.

“Mornin’ ma’am.” He smiled, effortlessly hopping over the stones through the stream that separated the land.

You picked up the tote bag and walked to meet him, handing the bag over.

“My, you really meant it when you said ‘plenty more’ huh?” He chuckled.

“That’s not even the half of it, to be frank.”

“Who’s Frank?” He cocked his head, and you threw your head back with a surprised laugh.

“What?” He asked, a grin playing on his lips.

“Nothing, Hasil. It’s just a saying.” You bit your cheek.

“I like it when you laugh.” He stated, “Its like… when a ray of sun comes down and warms you up on a cold day.”

This took you aback slightly, and you watched him curiously.

“Hasil would you like to come in for a cup of coffee, or tea?”

Hasil nodded, placing the tote bag on the ground, “As long as I wouldn’t be an imposition, that would be swell.”

You showed Hasil inside and he walked around, looking at picture frames and ornaments in your perfectly neat home.

You put the coffee machine on and placed two mugs on the counter, “How do you like your coffee?” You called out to him.

“I like it just fine.” He responded, and you had to stifle another giggle.

“No, I mean… do you take sugar, cream?”

Hasil appeared in the kitchen doorway, hands on his hips, looking like a lost little lamb.

“I’ll have it however you have it.” He said awkwardly.

You smiled and nodded at him over your shoulder as you made the drinks.

Hasil walked around the kitchen and inspected the appliances, stopping in front of the giant fridge.

He pressed down on the ice dispenser and jumped back in surprise as a chunk of ice flew out onto the floor.

You let out a snort and you started laughing again, this time unable to stop yourself when the look of shock on his face was too much to handle.

You laughed until your stomach hurt and you were doubled over, and Hasil began to laugh himself.

You laughed until you started to cry, and Hasil’s smile fell from his face, and he walked over to you with concern.

Your laughter turned into sobbing, and you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Hey, hey… why are you upset? Did I do something?” Hasil said, taking your hands and removing them from your face to look at you.

You shook your head and sucked in some air in between sobs, until you had stopped enough to speak.

“I haven’t laughed like that in years, Hasil. It just made me sad for a minute is all.” You sniffed.

“Oh darlin’, it’s alright, come here.” He gently pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you. You noticed he smelled oaky, a hint of mint and pine, but not dirty. You breathed in his soothing, earthy scent, immediately feeling relaxed and you melted against his touch.

“You feelin’ better?” His hand gently stroking your hair.

You nodded against his chest, “Thank you.”

You stood there for a while, taking deep breaths in the bright kitchen, and for the first time in a while you felt relieved.

The relief was short lived however, and you thought it was your mind playing tricks on you at first. But when you lifted your head from his chest, you heard the gravel crunching under tyres as someone pulled up on your driveway, and your stomach dropped.

“Hasil, you need to get out of here.” You whispered urgently, taking his wrist and leading him towards the hallway.

You were nearly at the back door, but keys jingled in the lock behind you and you knew you were out of time.

Turning towards the front door, your body froze and it swung open.

“Babe I’m home!”

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- Part 2 Here -

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I can’t help but imagine Wyatt as Morgan Wallen 😭😂 I love Morgan but his face is all I see as the dickhead husband

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calicocoffeecafe · 1 month ago

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A - Z of Colin Gray

Colin Gray x Reader (NSFW)

There was so much more to him than you thought ~

A was for the Agreement that came, unspoken, on that fateful night. The Arrangement that was established with voiceless words between you two. The Absolutes in which you dealt with taking this chance.

Everything was planned out to perfection: Your parents were going to leave the house to you for the night, drinks and snacks were to be left out for anyone to help themselves, no booze though because you were only turning 17. Thankfully, one of your friends said she'd get some from her older brother. You spent the week before the party going around and inviting everyone you saw as worth having. However, this really only amounted to about twelve or so people. That was no number for what was meant to be a killer party. Your best friend, Jennifer, recommended inviting Colin, this guy in her Chemistry class who was, as she described, “a total emo straight off of 2000’s MySpace.”

See, this is where things got complicated. You actually didn't mind emo guys, or any form of alternative men, for that matter. In fact, it was sort of a guilty pleasure for you, but that was never something you would admit. Especially not to Jennifer. You loved her, and she was your main girl, but she would not let you live that down if she found out. It was clear that her suggestion to invite Colin was meant to be some kind of joke at his expense, though you rather liked the sound of it, all things considered.

Shooing Jennifer off, you found Colin in the cafeteria during lunch. He was sitting alone by the window, picking at his lunch that barely qualified as food. Well, the fries were usually okay, but you had no trust in the “turkey” burgers they were offering today. He had big headphones on, clearly zoned out listening to music, so you had to give him a little tap on the shoulder to get his attention. With a small jump, he turned to look at you, sliding his headphones off one ear.

“Uh… yeah?” He asked, his voice unsteady. Reasonably so, you were among the more popular clique at this school, not like you cared too much. You just got roped in freshman year and stuck around because some of their parents were rich.

“Hey! Sorry to interrupt, but I'm having a bit of a party tomorrow and I was wondering if you'd like to come,” Sweet enough, you weren't aiming to make this a chance to mock the guy. You genuinely enjoyed the prospect of having him there, at least as eye candy to distract you from the other guys who all practically lived off protein powder. Even now, just being near him, you felt nervous. He was just so… expressive.

“Really? Me?” Colin asked, rather surprised that you'd even consider inviting him. He wasn't exactly a part of the in-group, but you didn't care. Enthusiastic, you gave a peppy nod.

“Yeah! I can give you the details. Honestly, I'd be really happy to have you there.” Alright, dial it back girl, don't want him to get the wrong idea. This is strictly business. Something to nibble on but not your meal.

He weighed the thought for a moment before reluctantly giving you an affirmative. “Sounds like it could be alright,” he reasoned. With a soft smile, you gave him the time and address to jot down on his phone. Everything was good to go!

Walking away, you felt butterflies in your stomach that you refused to let show for fear of your friends noticing and making fun of you. Thankfully, they had all gone off to do who knows what, leaving you to an empty table. Correction, a messy table. Those guys had no idea how to clean up after themselves.

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Around noon is when your parents finally left the house, wishing you another happy birthday with big hugs before walking out the door. Taking a brief moment, you switched to preparation mode. The list wasn't too long, just setting up the folding tables, placing out the snacks, throwing drinks in the cooler, a few streamers here and there, making sure the stereo worked, and…

Okay, maybe you had more on your plate than you originally thought. That was ok! You still had plenty of hours before anyone was supposed to get here. After a quick mirror pep talk, you set out to accomplish the tasks at hand.

Once you had finished your battle with the tables, poured out all the chips into bowls, laid out all the charcuterie board ingredients, and chilled two twenty-four packs of soda, you had time to get yourself ready. The streamers and music could wait. You needed a shower before this whole ordeal.

When all was said and done, the house looked nice, and so did you. A small bow in your hair brought out the color of your eyes, and a nice sweater to go atop a simple polo. Cute! The clock rolled around to 6:00, meaning you still had half an hour before any of the guests would arrive. You told them 6:00, but, well, it was them, so…

Much to your surprise, however, a knock came from the door, startling you just a bit. Racking your brain for who it could be, you hurried over and glanced through the window on the side of the door. It was Colin! He came!

Okay, pull it together, woman. Don't want to scare him off.

Letting him in, you gave a cheery smile and welcomed him to your home. He looked around, an appreciation on his face as he took in the atmosphere you had curated. There was some generic pop going in the background, various decorations along the walls and furniture, and you even had one of those standing disco balls on the coffee table in the living room. Pretty sick party if you said so yourself.

“Nice place,” Colin commented. Fuck, he was so cute. He actually had his hair off his face for once, and you couldn't tell which you liked more, but he wasn't too bad on the eyes right about now.

“Thanks! There's snacks on the table and a cooler with soda and sparkling water if you get hungry or thirsty. Help yourself!” You showed him where the eats were, taking a chip for yourself, to which he followed suit.

“Sweet,” He gave you a smile, that piercing on his lip making it all the brighter. Your stomach did a flip.

It was just the two of you for a little while until anyone else would show. You sat on the couch together, chatting about a range of topics from music, classes, post-grad plans coming up, and more. He turned out to be a really insightful guy. Way more depth to him than those jocks who hung around you.

Despite all of this, you didn't want to date him. Heavens, no. You wanted to fuck him stupid. It was all you could think about as he rambled on about some punk band from the 80s. You pondered if he was the type to whimper when he gets sucked off. He probably was, based on his general demeanor. Colin was somehow oblivious to your desire, thinking you were just being a good hostess. Besides, there was no way a flowery, cutesy girl like you would be into a guy like him. On a given day, he likely wore more eye makeup than you did. At least visibly.

Eventually, everyone else finally showed up, and the party got started. Jennifer immediately started making cocktails with the Moscato that Tiffany was able to bring, Cody and Sam challenged each other to see who could eat more crackers before throwing up, and the rest of you enjoyed the music playing on the speaker. It was… well, it was what it was supposed to be. A high school birthday party for one of the popular girls!

So why did you hate it so much?

Things took an interesting turn when Tiffany took the empty bottle off the table and called a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven. You weren't too excited, but all the others seemed very into the idea, except for Colin, who kind of hung back a little like you did. Jennifer noticed. You noticed she noticed. You fucking prayed to whatever deity would hear you that she wouldn't-

“Omg, you two should absolutely go first. I mean you're both already up, anyway!”

You really hated Jennifer, sometimes. You hated your friends even more when they cheered in agreement. As they ushered you and Colin upstairs and into your room, ignoring the protests from both of you, your stomach flipped over and over. This was insane. There was no way this was about to happen.

Yet, as they pulled the door shut behind them, you felt the reality of your situation settle upon you. Staring at Colin, who stood awkwardly in the middle of your room, clearly more nervous than you were, you tried to figure out a way to apologize.

“I'm sorry,” Wait, “I shouldn't have come in the first place. If I'm being entirely honest, I thought you only invited me as a joke or something. Now your friends are trying to make us have sex or something.” Colin seemed to shrink in on himself, fidgeting with his rosary like he often did. You could not believe what he was saying. This whole time, he was waiting for the prank, for the jab, the something that would make his presence here make sense.

“Colin, you-”

“No, it's ok, I get it. Bring the emo freak along, maybe we'll get a good laugh out of him.” Fuck, thar felt like a punch to the chest. It was weird, but you swore you felt bad for him. No way could you fathom what worries may have been on his mind all night.

“I didn't invite you because I wanted to make fun of you, Colin,” You spoke up after several seconds of silence, having to choose your words carefully to avoid hurting him any more than he already was, “I… I genuinely wanted you here.” You admit, hoping he would take your word for the truth it was.

“Did you?” He asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he looked at you with bated breath.

“Yes!” You threw your hands up, “To be totally transparent, I kind of…” Were you going to tell him? “I kind of have a thing for guys like…” Come on, girl, all or nothing, “like you.”

Silence.

Too much silence.

Holy shit, this was killing you silence.

It was hard to tell what happened next. One moment, you were standing a few feet from one another, the room thick with suspense, then the next, your hands were feverishly roaming each other as your lips hungrily pressed into a fiery kiss. Fuck, the piercing was the cherry on top. Colin was a natural, his lips soft and slightly dry, but it didn't bother you. He held you close to him, the heat of his body enticing you nearer. With a moan into the kiss, he grabbed at your ass, rough, yet tentative.

Pulling away to catch your breath, you informed him of a critical detail.

“Listen, what happens here stays here. Nobody finds out. Got it?” He shook his head, eager to do whatever meant getting you naked. By the time you had gained momentum again, your friends all banged on the door to let you know that your seven minutes had come to a bitter end.

Disappointed by the emo boy cockblock, you sighed, but respected that the moment had passed. Separating, you both straightened up enough to not look like anything happened, and rejoined everyone in the hallway. They were all snickering and whispering little jokes to each other, clearly thinking they were the funniest people in the world.

Your friends kind of sucked.

You saw Colin slip past all of them and downstairs. Before you had the chance to follow him and make sure nothing was wrong, you heard the front door shut with a thud.

Did you just so royally fuck up?

B was for the Bold choices made by both of you. The Bashful glances shared in the hallway between classes. The Brash side that came out of you when he was involved.

You hadn't heard from Colin after the party, nor had you made any efforts to reach out to him. It was complicated, ok? Not about to seem desperate in the days following a very steamy 7 Minutes in-- well, considering the fact that you wasted a good portion of that time just talking-- 3 Minutes in Heaven, you refused to text him or anything of the like.

Except you felt awful.

There was a pit that had formed in your gut when you saw him rush out of your house that stuck with you for the rest of the weekend and into Monday morning. Now, it was still looming within you as you tried to just get through the day. That's what you kept telling yourself, just get to bed tonight and you'll have succeeded. Of course, that appeared to be much easier said than done. What a beautiful hell you had prepared for yourself.

Passing Colin in the hallway, you snuck a peak at him, catching how he was looking at you but quickly darted his eyes elsewhere when he got found out. Ok, interesting, but still not any kind of fix. Besides, you were the only girl in pastels, so you were bound to catch the occasional eye. Not to mention the whole “popularity” thing, but that was growing to be more of a pain in your ass than anything else. It was the whole social hierarchy that was screwing around with your efforts to smooth things over with Colin. Even if you had no intention to date him, you didn't want him to hate you or anything. He was one of the only guys in the school that you actually thought was cute.

You barely had the energy to tolerate your friends’ bullshit as the day trekked on at a snail's pace. Fuck, did someone make the clocks go by slower on purpose? Sam was yelling some nonsense about football or whatever at the lunch table, very adamant about… something, you presumed. It was difficult to follow along with anything he said for more than a handful of minutes, but that level of passion surely couldn't have been for nothing. Then again, this was Sam, so…

The monotony was broken up when you spotted a familiar figure shuffling over to your table, playing with his rosary and keeping his head down. Your heart started pounding as adrenaline flooded your system. Colin softly murmured your name, trying to get your attention, which he already had, but not your friends’. They clocked his presence immediately. Not good news for you. If this dork aired out your business, so help you, you would-

“Can we talk about… what happened Saturday?” Colin timidly requested, unable to make his eyes meet yours. Jeez, even at that moment, with the threat of your friends discovering your secret thing for emo guys, you noticed how adorable and messy Colin's hair looked. You just wanted to run your fingers through it, perhaps while riding him off into the sunset.

However, you were not about to have this conversation with your entire crew around to eavesdrop. Quickly standing up, you grabbed Colin's wrist and took him out into the hallway just outside the cafeteria, spotting an empty classroom and ducking inside. When the coast seemed clear, you were ready.

“About Saturday,” You started, the guilt bubbling back up as every vivid detail flashed through your mind. The way he smelled when he was right against you, the way his hands were so firm yet gentle, the cool thrill of his hoop on your lips. Colin cut you off, blurting out an apology.

“I'm so sorry for everything. I genuinely don't know what came over me. It's just that you're so pretty and I don't know any other girls that dress like you and-” He continued to babble pathetically, clearly having been just as freaked out by this whole thing as you were. Now that was a surprise. A welcome surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.

“Colin, I don't regret what happened at the party,” You interjected, your tone coming out slightly more fed up than you intended. Oh well, going on, “Was it spontaneous and stupid? Yeah, it was. Was it hot and extremely gratifying? Absolutely, but… I don't think it can happen again.” You confessed, disappointment lacing your words. It was obvious you didn't truly want to refrain from the passion that Colin gave you that night, but you knew there wasn't anything you could do. A girl like you couldn't be with a guy like him. Your whole aesthetic was frills, lace, fun, and flirty! His whole thing was angst, sensitivity, poetic, and brooding. It just wouldn't work.

Colin deflated a little, equally as saddened by your assessment of the incident in question. Staring at his shoes, he muttered a response that made your heart twang, “It's ok, I understand… I knew you were too good for me, anyway.”

For fuck's sake, Colin, you were putting yourself in danger with all this self-deprecating. It's not that you were into that, though you did like how pathetic he was in that particular moment, seeing how vulnerable he's able to be, that's what really got your motor running.

“Colin, I'm not too good for you, I just…” You were blank. There wasn't an idea in your head as to what to say next. You wanted to comfort him, let him know that he wasn't the scum he was making himself out to be, but how the hell do you convince a guy of that when he's so used to being less than to his peers.

In the midst of your mental blue screen, your body acted before you could think. Leaping forward, your arms snaked around him as your lips crashed into his. Colin was certainly taken aback for a second, but only a second, as he then started to kiss back, not wanting to waste this opportunity, but heavily conflicted as to what the hell was going on.

Hungry, no, starved, your tongue eased into his mouth, dancing with his in a passionate flurry of groping hands, bucking hips, and stifled moans. Colin had a hand on the small of your back, the other on the nape of your neck, holding you close like he did at the party. The world felt small and clear, all made sense, and nothing was a mystery in his arms. Your loins burned for him, desperate to feel his touch. What were those creative hands capable of when submerged below the waistband?

Pulling apart to breathe, you stared into his brown eyes, clouded with desire and full of longing. You could only imagine how you must look to him right now. Still tangled up in each other, you spoke a small proposal.

“Look, I'm not stupid. I know you want me the way I want you. What if we just… hooked up in secret? No strings attached, just sex.” It seemed like the best median between what you wanted and what was realistic for the social climate of Devil's Kettle. You'd get your fix of Colin, but you wouldn't be dating or any degree of public. Colin, however, seemed mildly hesitant, mulling over the idea a few times in his head before giving you any response.

“I don't know… what if we get caught, or-” You stopped him before he could spiral any further.

“We won't, trust me. My parents barely notice a thing I do when they're home, let alone when they're out. Plus, my bed is pretty big, so we'd have more than enough room.” With an eyebrow raised to emphasize your counterarguments, you bit your lip, all the possibilities running through your mind. Colin's hands pawed at you nervously, fidgeting with you as he would his jewelry.

“I guess, but what about like… protection?” Oh, you sweet summer child. A laugh escaped you, Colin's naivety coming way out of left field.

“I'm on the pill, silly. This factory is closed for business until further notice.” A wink to help settle some of the tension that still lingered in the air, alongside dust because this school was seriously in need of a deep cleaning.

“Alright, then, I suppose I don't see why not,” Colin smiled, rather hopeful of wherever this new endeavor could lead. You felt a swelling in your chest, overjoyed by his acceptance of your offer.

“Oh! Then I suppose you'll need to be able to reach me and vice versa. Here, give me your phone.” Colin slipped it out of his pocket and let you snatch it, following yourself on your most-used social. This way, he wouldn't stand out in the mass of mutuals and various fans of yours.

“There! Now we should be all set!” You gave him his phone back, a cheery smile on your face. Colin looked rather pleased, himself, tucking his phone away.

“Wicked, I guess I'll uh… see you around?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, yes you will.” You popped a kiss on his cheek, relishing how he blushed and got all flustered as you walked back out of the classroom just in time for the bell to end lunch for you both.

For the rest of the day, all you could think about was each and every thing you wanted to do to him when you got the chance. All the ways you wanted to make him squirm and beg or let him take control and make you his plaything for a short while. Quite frankly, you finished the school day horny as fuck and rather depraved.

Maybe you'd have to invite Colin over sooner than you initially anticipated.

C was for the Cuffs that held Colin's hands above his head. The Cravings for you that he developed. The Control he forfeited, letting you have your way with him as you pleased.

After a few times running through this whole song and dance, Colin and you had built a solid flow at how things were to play out. Your parents were often out of the house doing whatever it was they did, your first theory was business-related, your second was that they were swingers. Hm, like mother, like daughter. Colin would drive over at your beck and call, arriving promptly and eager to please. He was such a good boy in that regard. Often, you spoke praise to him that made his cock harder than stone, relishing how much you could do to him just by whispering the right string of words into his ear.

This particular time was different, however. Instead of your usual pattern of feverish make-outs followed by passionate fucking, Colin presented you with a small box. He appeared a bit nervous, though that was also just a constant with him at this point, so it didn't necessarily set off any major alarms. The box felt heavier than you would have initially expected given its size, but this only piqued your interest even more. Pulling the top off, you were greeted by a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, black fur around the main restraint mechanism.

The smile that spread across your face made Colin's stomach drop and his dick jump, now anxious about what this meant for him in the next several minutes. Colin was a good boy, though, as you had thoroughly ensured, and was very cooperative in stripping down to his boxers and allowing you to cuff him to the headboard of your bed. Gazing upon the meal before you, a hunger grew. The slender frame of his pale flesh, the whispers of muscle on an otherwise thin body. The hair that dusted his stomach and grouped to form a taunting trail from his belly button to beyond his waistband. The way you could see him writhe under your watchful eyes, knowing how you picked him apart like a rotisserie chicken.

When you had enough gawking, you made your descent on him, taking a turn kissing his neck and biting little marks into his skin. The boy whimpered the most pathetic and erotic peeps as your teeth dragged along his flesh. He was so delicate, it was addicting. Kissing further down, you followed the contours of his body down to his underwear. Already, his cock fought against the constraint of his boxers, a spot of precum having pooled on the fabric. With a lick through the cotton, Colin shuddered, a low groan floating into the air. Another drag of your tongue along his dickprint, another voicing of his desire.

“Colin?” You cooed, your voice a siren call to him. He was ready to jump into the sea for you.

“Yes?” He asked, losing his sense of dignity as he surrendered himself to you further.

“You want me to take these off of you?” A tug at the elastic of his waistband.

“Fuck, please, please, baby,” The whine in his tone, you were flooded downstairs. A woman of your word, you giggled as you slipped his last article of clothing off of him, taking in the sight of his throbbing cock, more pre oozing from the tip as you eyed it up and down. There was no denying it was a better-than-most dick, slightly above average, alright girth, but the look is where it won your affection. A slightly upward bend but not too much like a boomerang. Very useful, very valuable.

A few kisses on his balls followed by a single swipe of your tongue along his shaft, and Colin would do anything you'd say for the rest of the evening. He bucked his hips involuntarily, so desperate for your touch that he couldn't keep himself still. Holding his thighs down firmly, you circled his tip with your tongue, driving him mad with want. You were going to kill the poor guy if you kept this up. He mewled his appreciation, weak and needy.

You had him all sorts of fucked up.

Engulfing his length in the wet warmth of your mouth, Colin sighed with bliss as your tongue caressed his shaft, his tip running along the ridges at the top. Bobbing your head up and down, gradually establishing a pace, and using your hand to help cover what you couldn't get down your throat, Colin uttered further obscenities, fully consumed by the flames of lust. The cherry on top was the way your free hand tugged gently on his balls.

Fuck, you were so perfect.

Your work grew sloppy as a mixture of spit and precum glistened along his dick, a bit dribbling down your chin. Colin couldn't bring himself to look at you because he knew if he did, he'd burst right there, and he was enjoying this far too much to finish that early. Plus, he didn't want to seem like a chump.

Every little choke or gag that came from you became a symphony to Colin, who lazily fought against the cuffs that kept him from grabbing your head. Not that he would force you down any further, but he wanted to give you some encouragement that wasn't just his groaning. Your name tangled on his lips with each additional murmur, his mind nearly blank with how good you were making him feel.

Eventually, you reached your limit on how long you could hold out on doing anything for yourself. At the end of the day, you were still a woman with needs. Shifting to take off your own clothing, joining Colin in nudity, you straddled his hips and lined his bulbous cockhead up with your folds. The heat that radiated off of them made Colin's head spin.

With slow, careful movements, you dropped down onto his dick, taking more and more and more until you felt his lap against your ass. Your face twisted into a look of pleasure that was impossible to hide. You could feel his pulse inside you as your inner walls squeezed and twitched around him. The string of noises Colin emitted almost sounded like he was crying, that's how undone he had come. It was honestly kind of hot to hear.

After providing yourself a few seconds to get used to him, you rose up, and slid back down. Fuck, you were so wet, it was like heaven.

“Baby, fuck, so good…” Colin babbled, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on not cumming too soon. It was a hard battle to fight, but he knew it would be worth it for both of you. The cuffs were killing Colin at this point; all he wanted to do was grab your ass as you bounced on him, moaning like a whore all for him.

Hands on his stomach to help balance, you fucked yourself on Colin's cock, winces and other various vocalizations being knocked out of you repeatedly. He'd buck his hips up into you only to be met with you withdrawing almost entirely until he relaxed back onto the bed. You had everything under your thumb at that moment, and it was a thrill for both you and your lover.

However, all good things must come to an end, and you felt your sweet release approaching as you clawed your nails down Colin's chest. If he could, he would have flipped you over and railed you into the mattress for that, but he couldn't. He was held back by the very cuffs he brought.

Slamming yourself down on him a few more times, your thighs grew sore and began to spasm widely as the rush coursed through you, the fireworks going off in your head. Tossing your head back, you rode on the waves of your climax as Colin whined at how tight you were, convulsing and gripping his rod like a vice. Needless to say, he came. Hard. Being the wonderful person you are, you stayed on top of him until you felt him go soft again, yet that did take a minute or two. Colin pumped so much cum inside of you that it leaked out and certainly got onto your comforter. Great. Note to self, get a towel next time.

“That was…” Colin whispered, very drained in more ways than one.

“Absolutely,” You agreed, a smug grin on your face as you stared down proudly at your handiwork. Red lines ran down his torso from where you scratched; a beautiful display.

After uncuffing Colin so the two of you could get cleaned up, you saw how red and irritated his wrists were. When you asked him if he was alright, he merely responded “They're tougher than I thought, and I might need to work on my impulse control.”

Cute.

It was impressive how he managed to not break the cuffs considering how rough he got with them a few times, but oh well, that seems to be just how it is sometimes. Perhaps you would try something like this again in the future.

Maybe you'd blindfold him, too.

D was for the Discoveries you made about yourself in your exploration with Colin. The Depraved side of yourself that came out when he was at your mercy. Your learning of Dacryphilia, otherwise known as the sexual pleasure derived from the tears of your lover.

Colin had invited you over after school to work on a “project,” at least that's what he told his mother. Thankfully, she had errands to run, so after a brief meeting with you, she was out the door for the foreseeable afternoon. The funny part was that there actually was something that needed to be worked on for your AP Lit class, a work being tackled by both Colin and you, but you had different priorities for your time together.

He stared at the screen of his computer, rereading and rereading the guidelines for the paper you were meant to write together, yet the words failed to make sense no matter how many times he scanned them. Of course, he knew what they were asking of you both, it just baffled him how particular they seemed to be. You decided to take matters into your own hands and suggested a break. Had you accomplished much? No, but that wasn't important. Thankfully, Colin agreed to put a rest to the beast of a research paper for the time being.

“So, what should we do instead?” Colin inquired, resting his chin in his palm, propping his head up on his knee. A few thoughts flew through your head, some more pg, others more xxx, but the ultimate choice seemed to fall somewhere in the middle.

“How about a movie?” You offered, a smile on your face that implied ulterior motives, though Colin showed no fear in the face of a potential session with the likes of you.

“Deal,” He grabbed his remote and turned the TV on, flipping through the options of the only streaming service he had, which he paid for himself because his mother insisted they just pedaled hedonistic blasphemy. “What're you in the mood for?”

“Surprise me.” Scooting to sit next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder with your hands in your lap. Innocent, for now. Colin opted for an older piece he found when he was younger. It was your run-of-the-mill vampire flick from the 80's, with bad makeup and worse writing. You thoroughly enjoyed his selection.

Colin wrapped a hesitant arm around you, pulling you in just a little closer, but otherwise tentative, afraid to cross a line. See, he understood that what you two had was entirely sexual, nothing more, but he was a cuddly man. He didn't want to freak you out with his softer side, yet he couldn't not cuddle a bit while you watched a movie. You took things a different route.

Slipping a precise hand over his stomach and down to his crotch, his breath hitching at your touch, you eased your palm over his groin. His bulge grew as his cock flushed, awoken by your ministrations. Colin bit his lip, focusing on the movie so as to not get carried away. Ever persistent, you continued to fondle him, your name on his lips as you teased him.

“Shit…” Colin sighed, his head falling back as he squirmed to the stimulation. He was getting worked up, no doubt about that. Through half-lidded eyes, he gazed at you, entranced by the way you eyed him like a meal. The notion that he was your prey, figuratively speaking, was beyond sexy to him. A cute girl like yourself, who dressed in pink, bows, and soft fabrics, was secretly this vixen bent on getting what she wants and how she wants it. What's not to love?

Gripping your shoulder tighter as you unbuttoned his pants, a shiver of anticipation trailed up his spine. The sound of the zipper made his mouth dry. As you groped him through his boxers, Colin began to whimper, so desperate for more. You were so incredible. Mesmerizing. Intoxicating.

Minutes later, you were stroking his throbbing cock as his choked whines filled the room. Colin was too far gone, lost in the excitement of the moment and empty in the head. He had accepted that you were about to give him a delightful little hand job during the movie, but what he couldn't have expected was how you up and stopped when he said he was getting close.

It was as if you hadn't been coaxing pleas from him for the last fifteen minutes. You sat there next to him, head on his shoulder, watching the movie. Colin whimpered at the sudden loss of sensation, feeling mildly betrayed.

“W-Why'd you stop?” He asked, his voice hoarse and weak.

“What do you mean?” Oh, you little tease. You dirty girl. Colin was softening by now, but the realization of what you were actually doing made him stiff anew.

“Please… don't do that to me, I need it so bad, baby, please,” Colin murmured into your ear, his breath hot and wet, not unlike yourself in that moment. Nevertheless, you maintained your mission and pretended that he didn't have his dick out and was actively leaking a spot onto his bed.

After several minutes, it appeared as if Colin had accepted that you were not going to be doing anything further. Just as he was starting to tuck himself away, you began to stroke him again, tugging gently at his balls with your other hand. The surprised sound that was ripped out of his throat turned you on so much. Colin didn't question this for fear you may stop once more, he merely relished the sensation as your hands worked so diligently to please him.

It was a vicious cycle of starting and stopping that went on for the length of the entire movie. Colin had lost all ability to form coherent sentences, complete puddy at your disposal. By this point, he wasn't even watching the movie and didn't notice when it ended. When you denied his release yet again, he choked back a strangled sob, tears in the corners of his screwed-shut eyes. Trembling lip, he babbled nonsense, begging you to stop doing this to him and just let him finish.

“P-Please, I can't take it anymore… I’ll be so good for you, baby, please let me cum,” And there it was, a single drop trailed down his cheek. You had destroyed him almost entirely, reduced him to a needy mess. Pathetic. Delicious.

“Oooh, I don't know,” You purred, reveling in his blissful agony, “Do you think you've earned it?” The question was hot steam on his mind, receiving only a nod and wanton whimpers. He was being rather well-behaved in that he didn't use his own hands to get over the edge, instead leaving all power over himself to you.

Taking pity on the poor boy, you slid your hand down over his cock, the flesh red with abuse, the head dark and engorged. Collecting pre from his leaking tip and using it to lubricate your hand, you expertly massaged his shaft and kissed on his neck, small nips here and there to add to the excitement. Colin panted like a feral dog, humping into your fist, so close, so fucking close. Please, don't stop, keep going, almost- almost-!

With a weeping moan, Colin shot rope after rope of cum onto his bedspread, his orgasm providing the sweet relief he had been denied for over an hour. It felt like heaven came down and enveloped him in serenity as the waves of euphoria washed over him. Cock twitching and spasming in your hand, you drank up his chorus of ecstasy, the taste of his pleasure honey-sweet on your tongue. Pulling everything he had out of him, you carried Colin through the end of his climax, his chest heaving with exhaustion after that whole scene.

Colin placed a lazy kiss on your lips, his mind mush and his face slack, but he was so happy. That, while torture, was so hot he could hardly breathe.

“You” pant “are” huff “incredible…”

A smug grin, you whispered to him, wiping the remnant of the tear from his cheek, “I know.”

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By Your Side

(CSI: NY) Reed Garrett X Reader

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Style of Writing: Fic (Potential Future Series)

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,204

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Warnings here

Listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}.

Post Date & Time: May 20th 2024 at 11:14 PM

Summary: When Reed accidentally gets involved in something his friend died for the reader (his girlfriend) comes home to a very scary situation. Later they each help each other through forms of grief.

Authors Note: There will be a lot of time skips and it mostly follows Reed’s story line in the show with just a few minor (very minor) changes to it. This will be part of a future Reed series, for now though please just enjoy this part as a little sneak peek to the future series.

Reed’s Pov:

“Did you talk to Mac like you wanted to, babe?” Y/n, my girlfriend, asks as I talk with her on the phone while walking up to our campus dorm room building.

“Yeah, I did. Told him everything I knew,” I answer her and she sighs, making me imagine her frowning.

“Reed, baby. Are you sure you should be getting involved with this?” she queries in worry as I open the door to the building.

“I’ll be fine, babe. It’s for Brian. You know he’d do the same for us,” I beg her to understand and she sighs.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt,” she tells me in a sad tone and I stop walking up the stairs for a moment.

“Babe. Mac won’t let me get hurt. I’ll be okay,” I calmly inform her in hopes of calming her anxiety.

“How’d you even get into the lab, isn’t it hard to get into?” she asks and I smirk as I start walking up the flight of stairs again.

“I told them I was family and they let me in,” I inform her and she giggles.

“And they let you in?” she parrots in disbelief and I smile even more as I let out a chuckle.

“That they did,” I reply to her in a smug tone and she laughs as I imagine her shaking her head in disbelief.

“That’s crazy. It’s the top forensics building in New York and they just let you in if you say you’re family? Shouldn’t their security be a little better than that?” she asks in an amused tone that makes me chuckle and shake my head.

“You would think that, wouldn’t you?” I ask and we both laugh.

“Now I’m second guessing my future line of work…” she jokes and I shake my head.

“Awe, don’t do that, sweetheart. It’s all you’ve wanted growing up. I’m sure not much actually happens where they need hard core security there anyway,” I comfort to the best of my ability and she laughs.

“Oh. Okay… I guess I won’t drop out of class,” she jokes and I chuckle, shaking my head at our playfulness.

“Anyways… When will you be home?” I ask her and she hums.

“I’ll be home in about a half hour, tops, honey. I promise,” she swears to me and I smile, shaking my head as I continue my walk up the stairs to our dorm room.

“It’s okay, babe. I know work is demanding sometimes. We’ve talked about this. All I care about is that you come home safe,” I inform her and she giggles, making me smile.

“Ok. Well, I’ll see you in half an hour babe. I love you,” she tells me and my grin grows as I unlock the front door.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” I respond and before I know it, she’s hanging up.

I chuckle, shaking my head as I pocket my phone and finish unlocking the door before going into our room. I walk in and pull my bag over my head as I close the door, but I’m immediately in defense mode as the room feels off. I look over at my computer and find a sticky note stuck to it.

At first I’m relieved, thinking y/n had just left me a cute note like she always does, but when I get closer it’s clear my laptop screen has been broken and as I read the note my stomach drops: keep your story quiet.

I walk up a little closer as fear now courses through me and next thing I know, I feel a presence behind me. I quickly turn to look at what it is, but as soon as I do I’m punched, making me fall back to the floor. The person keeps kicking and punching me, but I can’t make out who it is because they wear a solid white mask.

I try my hardest to fight back, but after a few hits to the head everything becomes blurry so I try to curl into myself and hide away. The person keeps kicking and I keep trying to move away, but to no avail. Soon before I know it, the person stops and I look up at them as black spots slowly fill my vision. The last thing I see is the person leaving the dorm room before finally my eyes close.

Reader’s Pov:

I smile as I walk up to our dorm room building, glad that my manager let me go home earlier than I was supposed to. I tiredly but happily drag myself up the stairs to surprise my boyfriend. Once I get closer, my smile falls as I see the door is cracked open. I immediately start to worry, seeing as Reed never leaves it open and I carefully push it the rest of the way open.

“Reed,” I gasp out when I see him crumpled up on the floor.

“Reed. Baby?” I call him again as I drop my bag aside before getting down onto my knees next to him.

I shake him and he doesn’t respond so I turn him over. I gasp as I see his face clearly beaten and bruised up. Immediately I stand back up and at first I feel a little dizzy, but I push it off to walk over to the desk. Quickly I search for the card I know Reed has. It takes a few minutes, but I find it and hold it up. I quickly dial the number and it rings for a few minutes.

“Hello? How can I help you?” A voice asks through the phone and I pause.

“Hello?” The voice asks again and I blink.

“H-h-hi, is this Mac Taylor?” I stutter out into the phone and he pauses for a moment.

“Yes. This is he. May I ask who you are?” he asks and I look over at Reed.

“I’m Reed’s girlfriend. He, uhh… said this morning that if anything happened to call you,” I quickly explain in a panicked tone.

“Is Reed okay? Are you?” he asks me and I pause as I look down at Reed, now getting choked up.

“I’m okay. I came home to our door open and him on the floor,” I explain as I hold my tears back so he can understand me.

“Okay, listen to me. I’ll be there as quickly as I can and I’ll bring some others with me. Is he unconscious?” he asks me and I hold back another sob.

“He is. I tried calling out to him and even shaking him, yet no response,” I inform him as I bite my lip, staring down at Reed with tears constantly welling up in my eyes.

“Ok. Just stay with him. Me and a couple officers will be there in a few minutes, okay?” he calmly tells me and I continue to stare at Reed, not responding.

“Can you do that?” Mac asks me again and I quickly straighten my back.

“Y…yeah. Please get here quickly,” I reply as I now get onto the floor next to Reed.

“Of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he quickly promises before we both hang up.

I sit against the side of our bed and lightly pick Reed’s head up to lay it in my lap. I hug his head close before leaving a light kiss on his forehead as I finally let the tears fall.

“Reed. Come on, baby,” I gently coo to him in hopes he’ll start to stir awake.

“Come on Reed. Please open your eyes for me,” I gently plead with him as I rub his hair back from his forehead.

I sit with him for a few more minutes before suddenly he lets out a low groan. I perk up and gently shush him as I continue to rub his hair back.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. You’re okay,” I coo softly to him as he slowly comes to.

It takes him a bit, but finally he fully comes to and when his eyes are fully open, he starts to squirm in my arms. He freaks out for a minute, but calms when I hold his head so he can see it’s only me.

“Shh. It’s only me, babe. You’re okay… you’re safe. I’m right here,” I calmly murmur to him as I rock us back and forth lightly.

“No. You can’t be here. Th- they might come back…” he fights me again and I shake my head.

“No one is coming back, Reed. You're okay and I’m okay. Mac’s on his way,” I inform him as I continue to play with his hair and he immediately calms again.

“I’m sorry you came home to me like this, babe,” he groans out and I shake my head.

“It’s okay, honey. I’m with you through anything, you know that,” I promise him and he smiles sadly up at me.

“Reed,” a voice calls out, making me look up to see a man standing at our door.

“Hi, Mac,” Reed replies with a sheepish smile.

“He’s in here, guys,” Mac calls down the hall before walking into the room.

“Hi. I’m Mac,” introduces himself to me and I smile lightly at him.

“I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from Reed,” I explain and Mac smiles.

“It’s nice to meet you too, although I wish it was over lunch or breakfast instead of this,” Mac comments and Reed laughs lightly.

“Yeah, that’s my fault,” Reed comments with a sheepish smile that also seems to be full of pain.

“Do you wanna get up?” I ask Reed and he gives me a light nod.

“Ok. Come on,” I nod back before standing by myself and getting ready to help him up.

I help him until he stands with Mac helping from Reed’s other side. Once he’s standing, he staggers ever so slightly and I hold onto him tighter before he moves to sit on the bed. One of the paramedics that came with Mac walks over. Once Reed sits, the dizzy feeling starts to creep up again and now I stagger a bit.

“Whoa. Babe, sit,” Reed tells me as he holds onto my hand.

“Hold that thought,” I reply before rushing to the bathroom on the other side of our room.

“Babe?” Reed questions as he gets up and rushes in after me.

I drop down onto my knees in front of the toilet and my stomach releases the dinner I had before work. Reed quickly rushes to hold my hair back and rubs my back soothingly. It takes a few minutes, but soon I finish and sit back against Reed.

“Babe. Are you doing okay?” he asks me with a furrowed brow.

“I’m fine, honey. I think I’m just in shock mode. You know me. Let’s go back out,” I tell him as I wipe at my lips before standing and cupping some water into my mouth.

“Are you sure?” he asks me and I nod.

“Let’s go,” I reply before pulling him back out to the bed.

“Babe. Sit,” Reed commands as he pulls me down next to him.

“Okay. Let’s take a look at the injuries,” the paramedic comments as he pulls out a few things from his bag.

The paramedic quickly looks him over, checking his eyes and has him follow the light. Then he checks Reed’s ribs for any that may be broken. Soon the paramedic packs his stuff back up and stands.

“Okay, son. I think you are okay. Nothing major, just a few bruises, a concussion, and a few broken ribs. All should heal within the next month,” the paramedic informs Reed who nods and sniffles.

“Make sure to put something cold on that forehead bruise and maybe that eye,” the paramedic finishes off before nodding to Mac.

“Wait…” Reed calls out before the paramedic can leave.

“Yes?” The paramedic questions as he turns back to Reed.

“Can you please look over my girlfriend? She’s been having throw up episodes and dizzy spells,” Reed explains and I quickly try to hide the widening of my eyes by looking towards the fridge.

“Reed, baby. I’m okay. I told you it’s just the shock, it’ll wear off. Really, I’m fine,” I tell him before turning around with a soda.

“Are you sure, ma’am? I don’t mind giving you a look,” the paramedic butts in and I fight the huff I want to let out.

“Oh. Thank you, sir, but really, I’m fine,” I deflect and the paramedic seems to get the clue.

“Ok. Have a good rest of your night then,” the paramedic bids his goodbye, leaving before Reed can say anything.

“Here, babe, put this on your face,” I tell Reed as I hand him a can and he gives me a look of disbelief.

“What?” I ask when he doesn’t take the can.

“You should have gotten checked out,” he tells me and I sigh, shaking my head.

“Reed. How many times do I have to tell you? I’m okay. A little shaken from finding you unconscious on the floor? Hell yeah. Other than that, I’m fine. I have a doctor's appointment set up tomorrow, remember?” I tell him and he sighs, shaking his head.

“I just want you to be okay,” he whispers out and I smile softly as I sit down next to him.

“And I am. So let’s get you in the same boat, okay?” I ask him as I reach forward and squeeze his hand.

“Okay…” he agrees softly before pulling me into his side.

“Here, baby. Put this on your face,” I almost command as I put the soda into his other hand and he chuckles.

“Okay. Okay,” he agrees as he wraps his fingers around it and pulls the can up to his face.

“Are you two sure you're alright?” Mac asks and we both look up at him.

“Yeah. I think we are,” Reed tells him before putting the soda back on his face.

“Reed. I want you and this beautiful girl of yours to stay at your parents’ house tonight,” Mac tells him, pointing at him.

“Yeah. I’m keeping y/n safe,” Reed comments as he takes the can from his face and stands.

“This is my first Geraldo, you know. Beat up for a story. Making my girlfriend have a freak out when she just wanted to come home and sleep,” he explains as he looks at himself in the mirror next to our bed. He rubs at his face before I stand just a bit to smack his hand away from his face.

“What’s this about?” Mac asks him as he leans over the desk and uses tweezers to take the note off the broken screen.

“I have no idea. You know, I’m not even writing on the Kings and shadows. My piece is about students paying other students to take their exams for them,” Reed explains as he sits back down next to me and I cuddle into his side when he puts his arm around me.

“Brian Miller know this?” Mac asks as he closes up the yellow envelope he holds.

“I told him as soon as he told me what he was writing about,” Reed replies with a head nod and Mac pauses as he looks at our floor.

He soon moves and bends down to it. He uses the tweezers to pick up what looks like a crumb of some kind and lifts it up to his face.

“Let me see the bottom of both your shoes,” Mac tells us and Reed nods.

“Yeah… ow,” Reed winces as he lifts his leg and I rub his chest lightly before lifting my own.

“See, Brian and I, we were pretty competitive,” Reed explains and I scoff.

“Pretty, baby you were more than competitive, admit it. You know I’m right,” I jump in and Reed looks at me before laughing.

“I mean, she’s got a point… anyway, like I told him I wouldn’t mention him in my piece if he quit,” Reed goes on with his explanation again, wincing as he switches legs for Mac to look at.

“But he said he’d already agreed to take two more exams. Then he was out,” Reed ends his explanation as now both his feet are down again.

Mac looks over my first foot real quick, then I switch to the other and he looks at that one too before letting me put them back down.

“Eddie Williams and Thomas Brighton were Brian’s last two clients,” Mac starts and Reed puts his head down, letting out a low ‘Yeah,’ as he does.

“But only one of them had reason to want both stories killed,” Mac ominously comments as he stands up and puts the envelope in his pocket.

After Mac and the rest of the CSIs left our apartment, we quickly packed our bags before heading to Reed’s parents’ house. Now we lay on his childhood bed together and Reed rubs my back lightly.

“I’m thinking of going to Brian’s funeral…” he comments out loud and I move my head so I can look at him, letting my chin rest on his chest.

“If you want to go, baby, we’ll go. When is it?” I inform him and he smiles softly at me.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks me as he rubs my arm ever so lightly and I smile.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” I inform him and he smiles again, shaking his head in disbelief.

“How about we’re both lucky?” he asks in a cheeky tone and I grin, giggling.

“Agreed. Now, when’s Brian’s funeral?” I ask him and he pauses.

“Tomorrow afternoon…” he admits, almost like it’s a bad thing.

“Why do you say that like it’s bad, babe?” I ask him and he shrugs.

“I mean… you have your appointment tomorrow, right?” he asks me and I perk up, sitting up fast.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” he asks me with confusion and worry written all over his face.

“I have something for you. I was going to give it to you tonight, but then everything happened,” I quickly explain as I dig around in my bag for the small gift I have for him and his face relaxes.

“Babe, you didn’t have to,” he denies, shaking his head as I finally pull the small gift bag out of my bag.

“Oh, but I did. Open it. I think you’ll be plenty surprised. I know I was,” I tell him as I sit on the bed with my legs curled up behind me and bite my lip.

He starts to open it and soon before I know it, he’s pulling the little onesie out. He pauses to read it before looking up at me. I smile a shy, worried smile as he looks at me in awe.

“Babe, is this real?” he asks and I giggle, nodding as tears well up in my eyes.

“I had the same reaction. I know we said we’d wait till after marriage, but I know you’re the only one for me and I’ve known that since 4th Grade,” I ramble as I play with a loose string on his blanket.

“Babe-” he starts, but I quickly cut him off.

“That’s what the appointment tomorrow is for. First scan…” I trail off before I let out a gasp as he uses his finger to guide my face up to look at him.

“Honey, I’m not mad. I’m elated, like you said I’ve seen us together since forever,” he tells me softly as he rubs my cheek ever so slightly and the tears start to fall.

“I love you Reed, so, so much,” I inform him softly as his eyes fill with tears too and he wipes at one that falls down my cheek.

“I love you too, so, so much pretty girl, always,” he replies, rubbing my cheek and I grin.

He sets the onsie and its bag aside before turning back to me. He pulls me back into the hug and kisses my forehead before slowly laying both of us back down onto the bed. He lightly rubs my arm that lays across his stomach along with my lower back. We lay there for a few minutes, both grinning ear to ear as he now rubs light circles on my stomach, making me laugh every few minutes when it tickles a little. Soon he leaves another kiss on my forehead as he moves back to just rubbing my arm.

“I was also thinking of asking Mac where mom was buried,” he mumbles out, breaking the serene silence as I draw shapes against his covered stomach.

“If you want to, honey. I think it’d be nice to know,” I agree with him and he sighs.

“It’s just… I wanted you to meet her just as bad as I did myself. It might… be the only way for me to introduce you and myself to her,” he explains and I shake my head.

“Reed, baby. That’s very sweet, but you don’t have to explain to me. I get it, I know you,” I softly tell him as I lay my chin on his chest to look at him again.

“And I’d love to meet her, although I’m very sure she’s looking down on you and watching over you,” I tell him softly as I reach up and caress his face.

He leans into it before kissing my palm and a tear falls from his eye. I quickly catch it and wipe it away. He shakes his head and I smile softly at him.

“What?” I ask him as he just stares at me like I hung the stars just for him.

“I think she sent me you, knowing I’d need you. So she sent your stubborn little self my way…” he tells me softly and I huff.

“I wasn’t that stubborn…” I fight back with a roll of my eyes.

“Oh yes, you were. Still are. I remember your little first grade self marching up next to me and little Hero Mckinley telling him he should laugh at someone who clearly needs help and pushing him,” he jokes with a smirk and I roll my eyes.

“Well he was making fun of you! I wasn’t just going to stand by and let my best friend get made fun of. Plus, he’s the one that egged me on,” I grunt as I cross my arms and Reed chuckles.

“And who the hell names their kid Hero then teaches him to be an absolute asshat? Like that’s just stupid. Heroes are supposed to be the one saving the day, not the villain. I mean it’s literally in the name,” I complain and Reed laughs, making me slap his shoulder.

“I mean, I can’t say I don’t agree with you, baby. He was the absolute worst,” he adds with a dramatic eye roll before shaking his head and I sigh.

“Really, he didn’t wanna be pushed, he shouldn't have been bullying you and other kids, let alone tell me to fight someone my own size,” I add on and Reed laughs again.

“Really, he shouldn’t have. You’ve always been good at taking down people half your size…” he agrees though his laughter and I shake my head.

“Damn right you are, baby. He should have known not to mess with you,” I tell him and he grins as his laugh dies off.

“See I told you, she must have sent you my way. Must have known that little me would be a sissy pants,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows and I sigh.

“Reed, you weren’t a sissy pants. You were an only child and you were seven years old,” I deadpan and he chuckles.

“So were you!” he fights back and I shake my head.

“Yeah… but I had two brothers… who still like to kick my butt when they see me. I literally had to learn to fight back,” I humorlessly tell him with a raised eyebrow and he pauses.

“Yeah, I guess that changes things a bit…” he comments and he chuckles when I smack him again.

“Ya think?!” I playfully ask him as if he’s stupid only making him laugh again.

“I really do think mom sent me you though,” he seriously informs me when he’s done laughing.

“Well, maybe she knew we were made for each other, then. I know myself that we are,” I tell him and he smiles.

“I love you, you know that?” he asks me and I smile softly.

“Yes, I know that, and I also happen to know that I love you just as much,” I reply to him and he smiles before stretching his neck just a little bit to kiss my nose.

I giggle and scrunch up my nose, but kiss him back when he kisses my lips next. He then lays back and I cuddle in a little closer.

“Sleep honey, sleep, we’ve had a very long day,” he informs me and I nod sleepily against his chest.

“Very, very long indeed. You sleep too, Reed,” I tell him in the most stern tone I can manage though my sleepiness and he chuckles.

“I promise, baby. I will,” he replies and it makes me grin before my eyes slowly close as sleep soon takes over.

I hold onto Reed’s arm as we walk out of the church behind the family and the pallbearers. He stops at the top of the stairs and puts his hands in his pockets as he lightly kicks the ground with the tip of his shoe. I squeeze his arm and he takes his opposite hand out of his pocket. He grabs my arm lightly and squeezes it back as I lean against him. I nuzzle into his side and turns to me, giving my forehead a kiss before leaning his cheek against of my head as I close my eyes.

I open my eyes again and see he’s tearing up again as he watches them put the coffin in the hearse. I rub his arms for a few minutes before he gives a small nod of his head.

“Mac’s over there,” he comments and I look up at where he nodded.

“You wanna go talk to him?” I ask and he nods solemnly.

Reed takes his hand out of his pocket and reaches down to mine, gripping it softly as we walk down the steps.

“Hey, Mac,” Reed greets his somewhat surrogate dad as we come to a stop.

Mac spares a look over at the casket as the pallbearers push it the rest of the way into the hearse. Reed chokes up again as he too watches and I start to choke up as well. I rub my cheek lightly against his shoulder while holding his hand a little closer for comfort. He pulls his hand away from mine so he can put his arm around my shoulder. I nuzzle into his neck as I try to hide my face and he squeezes my shoulder.

“I wanted you kids to know that we’re going to make an arrest,” Mac informs us and Reed lets out a long sigh.

“Good. I’m glad,” Reed comments, squeezing my side lightly as he lets more tears flow.

“Maybe I should have just turned Brian in for cheating, you know?” Reed adds on as he starts to cry even more and I squeeze his side with the arm I have wrapped around his stomach.

“He would have been kicked out of the university, but he never would have been in that hedge maze,” Reed finishes his thought with even more tears running down his face and I kiss his cheek lightly.

“You’re taking a lot of responsibility, Reed,” Mac comments and Reed shakes his head.

“It’s ‘cause I feel bad… I feel I shoulda stopped him. I feel like I shoulda done something, but…” Reed trails off as he looks down for a moment and I hug him a little tighter.

“I’m gonna miss him,” Reed comments and I finally let out a broken sob.

“Goodness, Reed. I’m gonna miss him too,” I add and Reed hugs me closer as I cry into his shoulder.

“I know, babe. I’m so sorry,” Reed tells me as he rubs my lower back and I shake my head.

“Don’t you dare say that. It’s not you who should be sorry. It’s whoever killed Brian who needs to be sorry,” I sternly tell him, hoping it’ll change the way he’s thinking.

“I’d listen to your girlfriend. She speaks the truth,” Mac tells Reed and he lazily points at me.

“She always does… look, we gotta go,” Reed tells him. “We’re gonna head over to the cemetery before y/n’s doctor's appointment,” Reed informs him and he nods solemnly.

“Reed, if there’s anything I can do for you two…” Mac sympathetically promises us, Reed looks at me for a moment and I nod at him. He looks down for a second, thinking it over before looking up.

“I’d like to know where my mom’s buried,” Reed finally asks and Mac looks away, sighing for a moment.

“She wasn’t…” Mac somberly states and Reed sighs before turning to me to lean his forehead against me.

“Her body was never found. No trace at all…” Mac explains in a tone of melancholy before pausing.

“But they’re…” he tries to continue, but stops to sigh. “We’re still looking,” he finishes, looking away as his own grief hits him.

Reed sighs before letting go of me and taking a few steps forward. He reaches out and pulls Mac into a hug. It takes Mac a second before he hugs back and squeezes him a bit with both hands. Reed sniffles as he and Mac hold each other in the hug for a few minutes before hesitantly parting. Reed steps back and puts his arm back around my waist, pulling me into his side.

“Thanks for everything,” Reed gives Mac his appreciation and Mac nods.

“Ok. Then we gotta get going. Ready, babe?” Reed comments as he turns to me and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh! Can we, ahh, do lunch or breakfast tomorrow?” Reed asks and Mac smiles softly.

“Yeah. Of course. Just text me the time and place,” Mac agrees with a smile and Reed nods happily.

“Ok then, we’ll see you tomorrow, Mac,” Reed promises with a smile and Mac nods.

“See you tomorrow, kids,” Mac replies and Reed gives him one last nod before starting to walk away.

After leaving Mac we quickly head to the subway and get on. We ride it all the way to the street my doctor’s office is on before getting off.

“Are you excited, babe?” I ask Reed, who squeezes my hand.

“Of course I am. What kind of question is that?” he jokingly asks and I playfully roll my eyes.

“Oh of course, I’m so sorry,” I reply with a grin as he opens the door and holds it open for me.

“Let’s go see our baby,” he tells me with his own grin as I walk through the door.

The End…

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shoot1ng-stars · 10 days ago

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How would we feel about a Kyle gallner/ Hasil Ferrell fic but a walking dead cross over and he’s a Dixon brother ??? How would we feel??

#falling stars #starshooter #dinner in america dr #dinner in America fanfic #the outsiders fanfiction #hasil farrell #kyle gallner x reader #Simon dia x reader #john q x reader #Hasil Farrell x reader #Hasil Ferrell fic #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #dixon

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vvabbitt · 6 months ago

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KYLE GALLNER ‼️‼️‼️ 😍

#i am fine i just need more mini fics of my fav kyle gallner personality simon doing unspeakable things to said reader #how would you like to be dicked down today #goodbye

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houseofpsychoticwomxn · 7 months ago

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omg u write for simon .. he’s so bf ౨ৎ

i just need to follow him around like a lost puppy and he’s just like get tf away from me i’m a bad influence and ur just tilting your head like “but your nice to me :( and u make me happy :(“

i do and he is !!! this is so sweet </3

“come on, si, just let me come with you. you’re not that bad.” you protested, stomping behind him as he walked to the truck. he usually stayed over after a fun night together, even took you out to breakfast the next morning, but tonight he insisted that he had some business to take care of that you were just ‘too good’ for.

“look- I am, and you can’t. I’ll be back real quick and we can do whatever you want then, yeah?” he was always annoyingly persuasive and even though you wanted to cross your arms and get in the truck anyway, the smoke scented hands coming up to grab your face for a kiss were convincing you otherwise.

“you promise?” the everpresent pout on your face made his eyes roll, nodding your own head with his hands.

“yeah, yeah. now get back inside, got somethin’ real special with your name on it for when I get back.”

#puppy reader coded :p #luv luv luv him #𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anon #˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ simon q.#simon dia x reader #simon dinner in america #simon dia #john q dinner in america #john q x reader #john q #kyle gallner #dinner in america fic #˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ blurbs #˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ thots #dividers by angelette

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boypied · 9 months ago

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TALK DIRTY TO ME.

pairings: kyle gallner x male reader

summary: kyle and male reader have hot phone sex (that's all).

warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, edging, masterbation.

You and Kyle had been on a off for a couple of months, and yet you always went back to each other, most of the time it was whenever you were both horny and in desperate need of your balls draining. Kyle was the only guy who could practically make you cum in an instant, it was like he knew your body better then you which is crazy to even think about. With one thrust of his hips he had you shooting thick creamy ropes of cum all over his and your chests, he was an incredible lover. Now Kyle is on the other side of the world filming a movie and you are desperately in need of... release.

"So... what are you wearing?" Kyle mutters out through in a breathy whisper, he palms at his clothed bulge, wanting to hear your sweet voice. "Just a jockstrap... your favourite one." You say in a seductive tone down the phone, hearing Kyle squirm through the phone. He slowly wraps his veiny hand around his rock-hard member, giving it a couple jerks before the real fun begins. "Are you touching yourself?" You ask him softly, "mhm" he mutters out as he strokes his cock gently back and forth imagining your ass wrapped around his cock.

"fuckin' hell. I wish I had you bouncing on this cock" Kyle murmurs out, "you want that daddy?" You tease him "imagine me riding that big cock, feeling it ruin me" you say seductively in a whisper causing his body to shiver with pleasure as he beats his meat, edging himself closer and closer to the climax. "We've been talking for hours now and you've only just started touching yourself?" You murmur out hearing his cute moans and the sound of pre-cum coating his cock.

"You close?" You ask Kyle, "y-yes" he whimpers out beating his more for an inch of its life "cum for me daddy" I say seductively hearing his whimpers "y/n!" He coos out a couple more times before shooting thick ropes of cum all over his chest, "A-AH" you bite your lip hearing the sound of his cum hit his chest "sounded like a big load" you giggle out causing him to chuckle sounding out of breath "the moment I'm done with this movie I'm going to fuck you so hard... you won't be able to walk" Kyle says seductively causing you to bite your lip "I'll be waiting stud."

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it's been a while (SORRY). Here's a cute lil' fic.

#kyle gallner #kyle gallner x male reader #kyle gallner smut #kyle gallner gay #kyle gallner x male reader smut #kyle gallner x reader #kyle gallner x reader smut #kyle gallner x y/n #kyle gallner x y/n smut #x male reader #fanfic #gay #x male y/n #male reader #smut #gay smut #spermeboy

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 2 months ago

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Kyle Gallner Masterlist:

Make you Smile: Joel x Reader

• Prologue

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

Bleeding Hearts: Vince Schneider x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7

• Part 8

• Part 9 - Final

The Outsider: Hasil Farrell x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7 - Final

What I Want: Quentin Smith x OC

• Part 1

• Part 2

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always-andromeda · 4 months ago

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₊⊹⁀➴ 𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Benson x F!Reader

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | Soooo...uhhh...I've been into Kyle Gallner for a while now...and I've been very into him as Benson in The Passenger specifically. So this is me sort of warming up to write him in some actual fics. Forgive me if my characterization is off at all. I haven't seen The Passenger in almost a year so I'm basing some analysis on my terrible memory lol. Anyhoo. I actually enjoyed prattling this one out!! I tend to get a little longwinded and let myself write a bit more casually with these. I like having fun with alphabets. So I hope this is enjoyed by the handful of Kyle fans on here lol. Credit for all dividers goes to @strangergraphics!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | no smut (regardless, I am not comfortable with minors interacting with my blog, period), bits of fluff and angst, elements of toxicity, allusions to Benson's neglectful childhood and possible SA, doesn't follow the canon of the film, nothing else I can think of!!

A = Affectionate (How affectionate are they?)

Benson’s generally pretty minimal on touchy-feely stuff. He thinks public displays of it are especially tacky. However, he will use it to his advantage if he can. If he’s trying to convince you of something he’ll get real close and cup your cheek or the back of your neck. More disarming than the physical aspect is his penchant for intense eye contact. His eyes themselves are just so expressive, you come to learn exactly what each one of his little looks mean and can read him better than pretty much anyone.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How does the friendship start?)

For a long while you’d sort of think he hates you. He’s on the quiet side. And not a shy sort of quiet. It’s a say the wrong word to him and you’ll regret it sort of quiet. You’d be walking on eggshells around him until he makes first contact. Maybe one day he’ll catch you doing some activity you enjoy on your lunch break. He’ll make you jump out of your skin when he says, “Didn’t peg you as that kind of girl.” And before you can even ask what kind of girl did you peg me as? he’s already walked off.

Had you ever even heard his voice before that moment? You can’t even fucking remember. But you’re kind of surprised his first words to you aren’t also the last.

Both in the sense that he just emanates that “could snap at any moment” energy but also in the sense that he just keeps randomly projecting himself into your life. He makes more little comments, watches you in a way that makes your skin crawl, yet he actually sees you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

Only in the middle of the night and sometimes mornings. At the end of a long day, he wants his personal space. But don’t be surprised if you wake up in the middle of the night with his arm slung around you and his face buried in your neck as he snores softly. He’ll hold you so firmly; in his eyes it’s something close to possession.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, Benson’s sort of surprised to have lived as long as he has. Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine being with someone who he could tolerate and who could tolerate him in return.

So domesticity and everything it entails is completely lost on him. So many single men live like absolute creatures and Benson is on a similar level. I mean, he can clean decently enough. Hell, cleaning is part of his job. So he prefers keeping his space clean. Cleanliness isn’t an issue with him as much as disorganization and discordance is?

He has like three plates in his cupboard. None of them match. And one of them has a massive crack down the middle of it so he doesn’t use it. He has one (1) mug for coffee in the morning. And that’s the one (1) dish he doesn’t ever clean because he heavily believes that all his years of using it has “seasoned” it. Can’t really cook for shit. He can feed himself adequately enough but he still doesn’t eat very well. He sort of uses it as an excuse to find all of the cheap, hidden gem restaurants and food trucks in town. This man will get himself a burrito at some food truck and bada bing, bada boom, that’s dinner and then breakfast in the morning!! What a resourceful guy!!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

No matter how fucked up this guy is, I don’t think he ever would. If he loves you, he’s there for fucking life. But for argument’s sake, I firmly believe he’d be a break up in person type of guy. Even then, I still think he’d be somewhat flippant about it. He can’t bring himself to be the asshole who throws out the cliché it’s not you, it’s me routine even though that’d 100% be his reasoning for doing it in the first place.

He’d very bluntly tell you, “This isn’t working out. It’d be better if we went our separate ways.” That’s the most he’ll give you. No explanations. No opportunities to work things out. Absolutely nothing. If he doesn’t think he can be good for you, then he’ll banish himself. And since you only deserve good things, in his mind it’s incredibly simple. Probably traumatizing or at the very least moderately upsetting for you to go through and that part especially kills him. But it’s for the better. So even though it’d break his heart too, he’d deal with it.

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Loyalty and commitment? He fucks hard with those sentiments. Marriage, on the other hand, is an entirely different matter. He definitely has a I don’t need the government to say it’s cool we’re together sort of mindset about the whole thing. All the formality is jack shit to him.

If you absolutely have to get married someday, he’ll settle for a small courthouse shindig and even that would be pushing it. A big wedding is the one thing he’d vehemently and guiltlessly deny you. Just the thought of all the fake family members showing up for a photo op, the relentless judgement, the pageantry, and the money wasted that could’ve gone into getting a more comfortable place for you and him? It all makes him seethe.

All he needs is you. He doesn’t need witnesses or approval from anyone. Only you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, physically and emotionally?)

He fluctuates pretty wildly between tenderness and severity. Some moments he’s cold, quiet, and can't handle being touched. Other times he’s your gentle guy, laying his head on your lap after a long day just to flush out the frustration from his system.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often would they hug you? What are their hugs like?)

Not the biggest hugger in the world? And he definitely doesn’t consider himself to be the kind of guy who wants or needs them either. I think he’s just so touch starved that he doesn’t even recognize how truly starved he is. If you’re more inclined to expressing your love through physical affection, it takes a while for him to get used to it. Slowly but surely he’ll become your stubborn black cat that cuddles up with you as if this is just part of the job description as your boyfriend. But you best believe if you disentangle yourself before he’s ready to let go, he’s pulling you right back against his chest.

I = I love you (Who is the first to say, "I love you"?)

You would absolutely have to be the first to say it. Because he just wouldn’t see the importance in stating it outright. In his mind, words don’t impact anything. He knows how he feels. And he tries as best as he can to show it. If you need to be told it, he must be fucking things up. Verbal communication isn’t his strong suit in that way.

So when you first say it, he’s almost startled. There’s a small voice in him that immediately wonders what did I do wrong? Are you breaking up with me? Because why else would you look at him like that? Why does he suddenly feel like a dog being fed chocolate because they’re being euthanized the next day? He doesn’t really understand that sometimes words do matter and just hearing them aloud can be reassuring.

A lot of the time he’ll return you saying it with a gruff, “Love you too,” before pushing the anxiety from his mind as quickly as he can.

J = Jealousy (How jealous are they?)

Benson’s jealousy is uhhhh…borderline lethal? Granted, that anger isn’t directed at you. And he knows you wouldn’t fuck around on him. But even when he’s getting up in the face of some other guy and telling him that you’ve already got a boyfriend, it can get a little too intense.

For your sake, he tries to keep his fists out of the equation. He’ll still keep a mental note of any guy around you who might be a little too close for his liking. Juuuuust in case.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

Benson kisses the correct way (according to him): deep and slow. There’s no quick, sloppy kisses with him. Just ones that completely steal the air from your lungs and all thoughts from your brain. He’ll typically grasp your chin or cup your jaw while doing so. He also has the tendency to groan into them a little bit which makes it all the worse. When he pulls back for air, he’ll rest his forehead against yours and keep his eyes closed for a few seconds. Even if he’s not intending to go any further, he kisses like he wants to.

L = Little ones (How are they around kids?Do they want any?)

Kids make him a little antsy. Working in the service industry almost his entire life he’s seen droves of shitty parents who let their kids scream and run around the store rubbing their sticky little hands all over everything. It makes his job about a hundred times more difficult.

Say you’ve got younger relatives or children of friends that you bring him around. He’s very reluctant about spending much time around them. They’ll show him their toys or whatever “cool trick” they learned and he’ll just tersely smile at them before saying, “That’s great, kid.”

He’s annoyed by them at first. But if they’re decently behaved, they’ll grow on him. He’ll let your niece practice hair braiding on him (as long as she washes her hands at least twice beforehand). He’ll reluctantly sit in on tea parties even though he thinks it’s kind of silly that he’s being expected to pretend your nieces teddy bears and dolls give a single shit about etiquette. But hey, if it makes you and her happy, fine.

He’ll play action figures with them too. You know how kids will “yes, and…” their way through playing pretend? Benson is fucking brilliant at it. Your little cousin will go, “My guy has laser eyes and he just cut your guys leg off!!” and Benson will go, “Well…my guy is part lizard so his legs grow back.” And he says it with such a “yeah, that’s right, get fucked” sort of tone that you have to roll your eyes at your boyfriend beefing with a child through Minecraft action figures.

Despite all this, I still firmly believe he wouldn’t willingly have kids of his own (unless it was an accident…but that’s a whole different story lmao).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings can be a little messy. If he’s scheduled for an opening shift, he’s probably out of the door before six. If you don’t have to be awake, he’ll try his best not to wake you. But he’ll softly kiss your head before leaving for the day and telling you he’ll see you when he gets home. He definitely uses his off days to catch up on sleep. That means waking up to him clinging to you like his life depends on it and groaning grouchily if you pull away.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Benson’s first priority at the end of the day is having a nice, long shower. He probably reeks of sweat and oil and his skin just feels disgusting. So he won’t even let you touch him too much when he gets home. He gives you a quick kiss at the most before heading off to the bathroom and washing away the day.

And I’m sorry, but the man isn’t afraid to bitch about his day. Like when he emerges from your shared bedroom with some comfier clothes on, he is venting about something one of his stupid coworkers said or a difficult customer he had to deal with. Whatever semblance of a “customer service attitude” he puts on at work is just GONE.

Once he’s tuckered himself out, he’ll ask how your day went, hoping it was better than his. Aside from the talk, he likes spending evenings catching up on whatever shows you and him watch together or diving into a shitty movie; maybe I’m just projecting (I’m 100% projecting) but he really strikes me as a guy who enjoys laughing at a bad horror movie in order to destress.

O = Open (When do they start revealing things about themself? Is it all at once or bit by bit?)

Benson is very much a mixed bag. When you’re first getting to know him, you wonder where his angst and pessimism comes from. Has he experienced some sort of trauma that’s influenced him in this way or is he just another guy who thinks being a dick is cool? You aren’t sure which one you’d rather it be.

Unfortunately, however, it’s the former. And Benson keeps it extremely close to his chest. For one, he refuses to let you meet his mother for an extremely long time. And when you finally do, he promises himself that that’s the only time you’ll be in the same room as her. After that point he’ll start to tell his story in bits and pieces. He’ll admit that he used to be a pretty happy kid but won’t go much further than that. He’ll explain that his dad left the picture when he was young so he doesn’t remember much of him. He’ll list the string of shitty, nameless boyfriends his mother brought home.

You gather that she wasn’t there for him almost ever. Not even when it mattered the most. You start to understand why he wears such a hard shell. Though there are a lot of things he leaves unspoken, you make it as clear as possible to him that he doesn’t have to be afraid of whatever’s left inside him; that if you can ever lighten the load for him, you would in a heartbeat. He appreciates it, truly. But there are some things he’s not ready to see in the light of day yet.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You’re probably one of the only people in the world he extends any amount of patience towards. Because most things sort of annoy the shit out of him. And even if you’re trying to annoy him, he probably just finds it sort of silly?

I just have this image in my head where you played a joke on him by signing him up for some random ass mailing list. So now whenever he gets an email for fucking farmersonly dot com or a Michael Jackson fanclub that’s all in Bulgarian, he can’t help but roll his eyes and tell you that you’re so dumb while laughing under his breath. He could never really get truly mad at you unless you were doing something sincerely stupid.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember things about you? Do they remember everything in passing or do they forget everything?)

This man remembers fucking everything. Even the smallest, unspoken things end up seared into his mind. Of course there are the mundane things like the way you take your coffee or tea. But then he’ll recall just how much you spent on jeans the last time you went clothes shopping. He’ll remember the exact date you said you got your childhood pet. He has a pretty phenomenal memory but he’ll always brush you off when you point out how crazy his accuracy is.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It’s the most innocuous moment from before you and Benson really defined your relationship, actually. Back then it was this nebulous connection; not quite a friendship, but definitely not a romantic relationship yet. Instead it was some strange third thing where he found himself wanting to be around you more than most people.

So he invited you to a little get together with some of his friends. They’d meet every once in a while to catch up. They’re old friends; people he trusts. So he asks if you’d like to come with him sometime.

You’re hesitant. For one, you couldn’t fathom him having friends. Then you scold yourself internally for the assumption. Of course he has friends!! And he must consider you something akin to one too if he’s inviting you to go out with them outside of work!! The butterflies are fluttering in your stomach before you even say yes to tagging along.

Perhaps you like Benson. Perhaps you’d like him to like you too. So you try the whole night to make the best impression possible. His friends tease him about bringing a girl along until you clarify that you and him are just friends and Benson agrees. Then both of you try to pretend that that assertion doesn’t sting just a little teeny tiny bit.

But there’s a moment when he’s dropping you off at home when the night ends. You thank him for the invite and say you had a lot of fun as he pulls up to your place. And when you get out, he expects you to be gone. Instead, you walk around his truck and linger at the driver’s side.

Then you say with a tired smile, “See you tomorrow, Benny.”

Benny.

Normally only his mother calls him that. And he fucking hates it when she does. It makes his blood boil and pound in his ears. Makes him want to tear something apart and scream at her for daring to treat him like he’s still a boy. And yes, hearing you say it puts him on edge and his blood starts to simmer. But it stays right there. The nerves in his fingers begin to twitch and he’s fidgety the whole drive back to his place. Like he’s just waiting to hear it again. Waiting to hear your voice call him that sweet little nickname again. Knowing that he’d now forever think that just Benson was so stuffy and ancient sounding.

His favorite memory is the moment he realized he wanted to be your Benny.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely protective. Similar to his jealousy, when Benny goes into protection mode, all bets are off. As far as protecting him goes, he likes to think that he doesn’t need protecting. He’s got all the answers. He can take care of himself.

So, naturally, you often end up protecting him from himself. Which means talking him down from the occasional anxiety spiral before he slips too far down the drain, encouraging him to be a little gentler to himself, and reminding him that he can’t solve every issue with brute force.

Benson tries to protect you from the world, you try to protect him from the big black void that is his anger.

T = Try (How much effort do they put into dates/anniversaries/etc?)

He tries his best, truly he does. He never forgets an anniversary and is as attentive as he can be when you’re together. But sometimes he just doesn’t have the cash to give you everything he wishes he could. The cynical side of him says that the fancy dinners and expensive gifts are all superficial bullshit and that he shouldn’t care that he can’t give everything on a silver platter. The other part of him (the part that’s in looooove <3) so desperately wants to give you everything. He wants to give you a reason to look at him with that soft expression of pride you get sometimes.

To make up for it all, he takes you to all of his favorite spots in town. The back alley food trucks, the hole in the wall bars, the takeout places where everything on the menu is in a language he doesn’t even understand. He shows you the few bright spots in his world and hopes that you’ll see what he does in them.

U = Ugly (What is a bad habit of theirs?)

Aside from the jealousy and overprotectiveness, Benson’s definitely got some bad habits that are a little less cerebral. The worst is probably his smoking. He tries to break the habit a few times, especially when you remark once that his kisses taste like ash. But he ends up getting another pack at the gas station after less than a week of trying. The least awful of his bad habits are how he picks at his skin. I just know this man chews the fuck out of his cuticles, especially if he can’t have a smoke for whatever reason.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s pretty average as far as the care he takes in his appearance. He keeps clean, grooms his facial if it starts to get unruly, and tries to keep his work uniform as spotless as possible (though he’ll never be able to get rid of the stench of beef fat and stale fry oil).

He’s actually got a pretty fun sense of style outside of work. He’s got an exquisite collection of t-shirts with super metal art pieces on them that he takes pride in. And man, we’ve all seen his furry hazelnut yellow cardigan!! The man likes to be comfy!! So I definitely see him as the type to typically lean towards comfort over fashion. Still got some dope ass t-shirts though!!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d be reluctant in admitting it to himself; being so dependent on someone is so far out of his wheelhouse. But he’s inclined to believe that he has no clue what he’d do if you weren’t there.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I see him being a big vinyl enjoyer. And a guy with a DVD collection. He’s just a massive physical media snob in general in my eyes. Those are pretty much the only things he has an abundance of and he gets really defensive if you tell him to just stream something lol.

Y = Yuck (What is something they wouldn't like either in a partner or in general?)

Straight up? Asshole behavior. Like if he sees you being mean to a service worker? Or witnesses you being needlessly rude to anyone in general? His opinion immediately sours. Everything he once thought was interesting about you immediately becomes so ugly to him.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Terrible!! Benny’s sleeping habits are terrible!! Those tired eyes of his aren’t a fashion statement!! They’re a lifestyle, babe!! You don’t get dark circles like that on accident lmao.

He tries to sleep most nights. But there are some where he’s just…awake. He’s getting up just so he can stop staring at the ceiling; just stop thinking about the world and his life and how you fit (or don’t fit) into it all. Then he’s mindlessly turning on the TV but not really watching it before going outside to smoke a cigarette.

He’s taking a long puff of his cigarette when you find him outside. Your eyes are bleary, face a little puffy, and hair a bit of a mess. And you’re freezing standing out in the cold night air with your thin pajamas. Immediately the guilt overwhelms him. Just because he’s fucked, it doesn’t mean you’ve gotta be fucked too.

Even though he says you don’t have to wait up for him, you do anyway. With your arms crossed over your chest and chattering teeth, you wait. Benson doesn’t even finish his smoke. He puts it out and lets you lead him by the hand back to bed. He lets you wrap yourself around him, holding him to you as if you hope it’ll keep him there until the end of time itself. He breathes deeply and gradually melts into your embrace as your body warms back up.

Floating somewhere between reality and dreamland, you manage to mumble, “Love ya, Benny. Night.”

Amongst all that trauma and guilt and the overwhelming desire to take care of you always, he can occasionally admit that it’s a little nice to be taken care of too; to be seen.

Just because he’s fucked now, it doesn’t mean he’s gotta be fucked forever.

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