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rowarn · 6 months ago

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THEE DEARLY WED !

kyle 'gaz' garrick/reader | MDNI

tags: noble!reader, noble!kyle, arranged marriage (not to each other), forbidden love

cw: technically infidelity (kyle and reader cheat with each other despite both being engaged), loss of virginity, cunnilingus, wet and messy, body worship elements, consent, soft!kyle, piv, soft sex, simultaneous orgasms

a/n: thank u to everyone in the silly discord server for helping me decide on this one LMAOOOO i never woulda done it without you. also!!! don't expect any kind of accuracy on this, it is merely a work of fiction!

; it was decided when you were young that you would get married to someone you didn't even love. your heart belonged to the electrifying Lord Kyle Garrick despite him being in the same boat as you.

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From the time you were a child, you had been fated to marry someone chosen by your parents. It was a silly, annoying custom among nobility and one you simply didn’t get a choice on. He was decided for you the moment you were born.

It’s all you’ve ever known. Your betrothed, Owen Knightly, was someone of high standing. It would be remarkably good for your family to marry into his.

You may have even been content with the life you were given if he had never come into your life. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t in love with someone you simply couldn’t have.

You met when you were children. You were barely five years old and he was a few years older than you. It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brings a smile to your face when you reminisce.

“This is Lord Kyle Garrick,” your mother had crooned as she introduced you to the young boy who knelt upon one knee and gingerly kissed your hand. It was a sweet, innocent display of affection that had you swooning right then and there.

Your families ran in the same circles, the Garricks were on equal social standing as your own family. Every party and gala that the two of you were invited to, you managed to gravitate towards each other. Both of you knew how wrong it was – how it would ruin both yours and your families lives if you stepped one foot out of line. But the draw between you two was undeniable. You could see it in his eyes when he stared at you from across ballrooms, the longing that you experienced just the same.

Fate was incredibly cruel and fickle. You watched as Kyle grew to be a handsome man, desired by aristocratic families from all over the country. He was handsome, well bred, and so kind. You’d have to be blind to not see how incredible of a man he was.

Anyone would be lucky to be his betrothed.

You just wish it was you.

Unfortunately, the lucky person he was engaged to was chosen for him from the time of his own birth, someone whose status would benefit his family. The two of you were never fated to be together. It was a painful, irrefutable fact.

Still, that didn’t stop the two of you from making eyes at one another every time you saw each other at aristocratic gatherings.

He was the only thing that made a long, boring gathering interesting. Every time you received an invitation to a gala or a ball, you felt the excitement of being able to see him again.

Even if you were with your own fiance and he was with his.

“Good evening, Your Grace,” Kyle greeted, bowing down to place a kiss to the top of your hand.

“Hello to you, My Lord,” you smile, meeting his gaze for an electrifying moment.

The two of you break eye contact quickly, all too worried about raising suspicion.

Your gaze met his fiance’s who stood off to the side, nursing a glass of wine. She seemed completely disinterested in the conversation going on, instead glancing around the room.

“Our wedding is coming up awfully fast,” your fiance mused, placing his arm around your shoulders affectionately, “Isn’t that right, darling?”

It made your skin crawl but you mustered up a proper, practiced smile to shoot him, “Yes, it’s just a few weeks away. Oh, My Lord, you’ll surely be attending, correct?”

“Oh come now,” your fiance chided, “Lord Garrick is surely preparing for his own upcoming wedding. He’ll be much too busy to attend ours. What a silly question for you to ask.”

“Nonsense,” Kyle smiled, a sight that made your heart race despite the irritation you feel towards your fiance’s condescension. His dark eyes flitted to you, dropping to your lips before meeting your husband’s gaze again, “I wouldn’t miss such a blessed union.”

“You flatter us, My Lord,” you breathe, biting your lip. Hearing the man you love praise your upcoming wedding, even if it was a charade he put on, made your heart ache terribly in your chest.

“My love,” Kyle’s fiance wraps her arm around his arm, making your heart seize up in jealousy.

Kyle barely glances at her, instead keeping those deep brown eyes on your, “Yes?”

“Can we dance?” she asks, pointing in the direction of all the couples currently dancing in the center of the room.

“Of course,” he agrees easily, bowing gracefully at you and your fiance, “Please excuse us.”

“I say we should have a dance as well,” your fiance says, taking your hand, without even bothering to see if you wanted to in his, to lead you to the group of dancing people.

You fight back a sigh as he pulls your close against him, your chest pressed against his. One of his arms wraps around your waist, holding your other hand in the air while you rest your free hand on his shoulder. It was a practiced pose you’d learned all your life but it still made you want to curl your lip in disgust at being so close to this man.

The two of you begin to sway across the dance floor in time to the gentle rhythm of the music playing through the room. You stare over your fiance’s shoulder at all the people scattered around the ballroom. You find this entire endeavor to be rather dull, just high society people sucking up to one another in an endless cycle.

“Isn’t that right, darling?” your fiance’s voice grates in your ear, drawing you out of your daydreams.

“What?” you ask, meeting his gaze, “I didn’t hear you.”

“You’re so cute,” he gushes, clicking his tongue, “Always zoning out. Don’t need to think about anything when you’ve got your fiance here.”

You bite your tongue, feeling your eyes twitch at his continued condescension, “I was just admiring the beautiful ballroom.”

“Indeed,” he hums as he spins you around the dancefloor, “As I was saying, however, that Lord Garrick is an incredibly refined man, is he not?”

“Of course,” you agree, wishing so badly you could look around the room to find the mentioned man just to catch a glimpse of his handsome face, “His family is held in such high regard, after all. It’s only natural.”

“Indeed,” your fiance agrees, “And his upcoming union will only increase their status.”

There’s a lapse in the conversation as you both continue to dance. The mention of your beloved’s wedding tastes bitter on your tongue, sullying your mood even more. You zone out until the music slowly comes to a stop, slowing your steps to a complete stop.

The music starts up again, another song beginning to play immediately. Your fiance opens his mouth to say something but stops short.

“Excuse me,” a familiar, smooth voice interrupts the two of you.

You turn to see Kyle standing there in all his glory, smiling kindly, “If you would be so kind as to let me have the next dance.”

“I was just about to go get myself some refreshments anyway,” your fiance grunts, passing Kyle your hand.

He takes it gently, treating you like the finest, most delicate glass. It sends shivers down your spines, just feeling his skin against yours.

“I thank you,” Kyle bows politely before leading you deeper into the crowd of dancing couples.

Once hidden away from the prying eyes of your fiance, Kyle tugs you snuggly against him, assuming the same position you had before. His spicy, floral scent invades your senses and makes your eyes flutter at how nice it smells.

“Where did your fiance go?” you find yourself asking, though you don’t particularly care about her whereabouts.

“Not sure,” he responds, “Said she wanted to go talk with some friends.”

“I see,” you hum, eyes drifting to your hand clasped in his. His thumb occasionally strokes over the soft skin atop your hand.

“I’ve been dying to have a single moment alone with you this whole evening,” he confesses, keeping his voice low so no one nearby could hear the adulteress confessions coming from his lips.

“My Lord,” you breathe, your heart picking up as you meet his soft gaze. He looks at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at anyone else and it makes you flustered, “I was so happy to learn that you were also going to be here.”

“As was I,” he agrees, squeezing your hand in his, “I wish so desperately the two of us could slip away unseen.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve found ourselves alone,” you muse, chuckling to yourself.

“There will be a rather gaudy announcement shortly,” he says, “If you can slip away during it, I’m sure that no one will miss either of us so long as we’re back in time for the desert to be served.”

“Where shall we meet?” you ask, all too aware that this song was winding down.

“There’s a balcony overlooking the back gardens,” he says, the two of you slowly coming to a stop.

“I’ll be there,” he smiles at that, carefully dropping your hand to your side despite the fact neither of you want to let go of the other.

You miss his touch as soon as it’s gone but you know that you can’t maintain physical contact with him without gossip and speculation filling the hall. It’s already a dangerous game the both of you play with the way you’ve spent secretive moments alone despite your engagements. You crave so desperately to be able to love him publicly like other couples.

“I know you will,” he bows, kissing the top of your hand before turning on his heel and vanishing into the crowd on the other side of the room.

You have no choice but to find your fiance afterwards, despite the way dread fills your stomach when you lay your eyes upon him. He’s standing among noblemen, chattering away.

When you come into view he beams, “There is my beloved betrothed,” he says, “Such a sweet little thing, no?”

“Ah yes,” one of the other men hum, looking you up and down in a way that makes you cringe internally, “You are a lucky man, Owen.”

“Aren’t I?” your fiance wraps his arm around your waist, tucking you firmly against him, “Such a lovely doll all for me. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, as expected, but such a pretty face. Anyone would be envious of a man like me in my position with a beautiful fiance on his arm.”

You want so badly to roll your eyes at his insults and pompous attitude. Instead, you tune out the conversation and choose to look out over the party hall where all sorts of people mingle.

Your gaze finds Kyle from across the room. His fiance is on his arm and that prickly sensation of jealousy fills your chest but quickly vanishes when he looks away from the people he’s talking with to smile at you.

The melodic sound of a bell ringing across the room gets everyone’s attention. It falls completely silent as the host approaches the top of the stairs, dressed extravagantly to the nines. As she begins to address the crowd, you catch Kyle slipping out.

You turn to your fiance, “I’m afraid I must go to the washroom.”

“Take your time,” he nods, “Do return before the cake is served.”

“Of course,” you smile and carefully follow Kyle’s lead and slip out into a side hall.

The labyrinth of halls were easy to navigate since they were all too similar to your own manor. The music and chatter from the party quickly faded the further into the manor you got until you were finally at the doors leading to the balcony. You push it open, slipping through the opening before letting them softly close behind you.

Kyle stood, leaning against the balcony, staring off into the gardens. He was beautifully illuminated by the full moon and it made you breathless.

He turns to look at you, smiling, “I knew you’d make it.”

“I always do,” you whisper, taking his outstretched hand when he offers it.

“You look absolutely marvelous,” he breathes, pulling you close to him just like when you were dancing. Only this time, he spins and presses you back against the railing of the balcony. He crowds himself around you, leaning in to brush his lips against yours but not quite sealing you in a kiss. Your breath stutters in your chest, your noses grazing together from the proximity.

“You look handsome yourself,” you whisper against his lips, “I wished so badly to be the one on your arm this evening.”

“You’re all I’ve thought about this whole time,” he assures, hands gripping your waist, pressing himself even closer to you until his hips meet yours, “Every time I look at her, all I can think about is you. I wish it was you I was marrying.”

“Me too,” you whimper, “Owen is such a pig. All he does is talk down to me. He thinks me nothing but stupid.”

Kyle clicks his tongue, “That idiot has no idea what he has. He has everything that I desire and he doesn’t even know how to appreciate the life handed to him.”

He reaches up and cups your cheeks, hands warm and soft against your skin. He smells so good and the dark look in his eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, makes your heart race.

He can’t seem to help himself anymore, surging forward to press his lips completely against yours. You gasp into the kiss, winding your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. One of his arms winds around your waist, pulling you up onto your tiptoes so your chest is pressed completely against his.

“I adore you,” he breathes before kissing you again, unwilling to break the kiss for more than a second as he talks, “I’ve never wanted anyone in my life more than you.”

As you’re hidden away on this balcony, secretly kissing the man you truly love while your betrothed is waiting for you to return back to him just down the hall, you feel tears pricking your eyes. You sniffle and Kyle pulls back, eyes softening at the sight of your tears.

“What is it, my heart?” he asks, thumbing your tears away despite the way more takes their place.

“I love you, Kyle,” you confess.

“And I love you,” he smiles but it only makes you cry harder.

You pull him snug against you, hugging him as tightly as you can. He hums, winding his own arms around you to return the hug. His large hand rubs your back until you’re left just sniffling and hiccuping.

“I hate this,” you whimper, “I wish I could marry you.”

“I know, my heart,” he sighs, pulling back to cup your cheeks again, “These cards we’ve been dealt in this life are so unfair.”

“How am I supposed to marry that man when you’re all I want?” you ask, taking his hand in yours.

He nods his head, “I feel the same. I know for a fact you’re who I’m meant to be with.”

A silence lulls between the two of you as you both lament the lives you’ve been given. While you both had everything materialistic one could want, neither of you could have what you really, truly desired.

With you still tucked against him, he whispers in your hair, “We should be getting back before anyone misses us.”

“I don’t want to,” you whine, “I want to stay here with you forever.”

“I know, my heart,” he mutters, “I wish that were possible.”

You sigh and haphazardly straighten your clothes out, “Let’s get the rest of this evening over with.”

“You head in first,” he urges you to the door with a hand on your back, “We don’t want anyone to see us come back together.”

You turn around and lean up, pressing one final, fleeting kiss against his lips before you turn and disappear through the doors. Leaving him behind makes your heart feel like a lead weight in your chest but you push through it and force one foot in front of the other down the winding halls.

You follow the sounds of the party still going, music and bustle of people getting louder and louder the closer you get. Stepping back inside, you notice everyone’s chatting happily and eating cake. Your eyes scan the crowd before falling on your fiance who is still chatting away with the same noblemen as before. You take a sharp breath, steeling yourself as you approach him, plastering a practiced, fake smile on your face.

“Ah, there you are!” he greets with a broad grin, “I’m sorry I didn’t get you a piece of cake. I didn’t quite feel like holding it.”

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and instead shrug your shoulders, “That’s quite okay. I didn’t want any anyway.”

Your fiance nods, “Probably a good idea. Don’t want my betrothed putting on weight before the wedding!”

He and his friends laugh and anger flushes through you. Your jaw hurts from how hard you clench it shut so you don’t snap at your fiance. You catch movement out of the corner of your eye and turn to see Kyle’s fiance rushing up to him. He catches her as she throws herself into his arms and you once again feel the sting of jealousy.

You avert your gaze and tune in and out of the boring conversation your fiance is engaged in.

“Say, have you been crying, darling?” he asks, finally taking note of your red-rimmed eyes.

“Oh, no,” you laugh softly, “I’m afraid I’ve been struck down with a nasty case of allergies. All these roses must be emitting some dreary amounts of pollen.”

“Ah,” he nods, taking a bite of his cake as he looks around at the array of roses decorating the ballroom. “That makes sense. They are quite beautiful though. Perhaps we should have some planted once we’re married.”

You plaster on a fake smile again, “Maybe.”

He sends a smile to you in return before turning his attention back to the other men. You promptly tune out and let your eyes glance across the hall, hoping this entire ordeal will be over soon.

Before long, the party begins winding down and people begin to leave, bidding goodbye to one another.

“Oh, Lord Garrick,” your fiance greets as said man comes up to the two of you.

“Hello,” Kyle smiles, “I just thought I’d come and say goodbye.”

“Oh yes, goodbye, My Lord,” Owen bows.

Kyle turns his gaze to you and lifts your hand to his lips, giving you one last kiss goodbye. You wish so badly you could feel his lips press against yours again but you know that won’t be happening again for a terribly long time.

“I believe the next time we’ll meet will be your upcoming wedding,” Kyle said as he straightened up.

“Most likely,” you nod, “Unless someone plans to have another party again.”

Kyle huffs a laugh, “I wouldn’t hold my breath.”

You smile at the sound of his laugh. His fiance tugs on his arm, bidding both you and Owen goodbye before they’re off.

“I guess we should head off as well,” he says, much to your relief.

Your bed sounds absolutely heavenly right about now. And you, quite honestly, just want to get away from your pig of a fiance and put this night behind you.

Before you know it, the wedding is just a few days away and anxiety practically consumes you. It seems like the days pass all too quickly. The apprehension of a wedding you want no part of seemingly making it creep up faster.

Your days are filled with wedding preparations. You and Owen spend your time sampling food to decide the wedding menu and signing invitations that are to be sent out as soon as possible. It’s a rather dreary time.

One weekend, you finally have a chance to escape the anxiety-inducing manor. You make your way into town, intent on doing a little shopping for yourself.

You’re wandering from shop to shop – thankful that you’ve managed to get out without any of the help on your tail. It was all hands on deck as the manor was prepared for the wedding and after-party, except for you, that is.

You’re busy looking at an array of expensive, imported fabrics when someone calls your name from behind. You whip your head around and find Kyle standing there, pretty, brown eyes wide and sparkling.

“Kyle,” you whisper.

He says your name again, taking a few, long strides over to you until he’s standing in front of you, “I was passing by and I swore I saw you in here.”

“It’s me,” you smile, already feeling your heart race at having him so close to you once again.

“I see that,” he laughs, raking his gaze down your body before finding your eyes once again, “You look lovely as always.”

“Thank you,” you feel your cheeks flush at the compliment, “What are you doing in town?”

“I had some errands to run,” he explains with a shrug, “What about you? I’m surprised to see you out and about with the wedding preparations.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “I managed to find an opportunity to get out of there while everyone was preparing the venue for the wedding. You should see the place, it’s a frightful vision with all the decorations and flowers.”

“Ah, of course,” he hides his laugh behind his hand, “The wedding is awfully close now isn’t it?”

Your smile fades and you hum, anxiously turning to look at the fabrics again, “3 days away, I’m afraid.”

Kyle falls silent behind you, watching as you comb through the materials. Your shoulders seem so heavy and there are dark circles under your eyes that no amount of powder on your face could hide.

He reaches forward and snags your hand up in his, “Come with me.”

“Where?” you ask but eagerly follow behind him as he leads you out of the store. He could lead you to the end of the world and you’d follow him.

The streets are noisy and bustling, thousands of people going about their day and lives. It feels nice to not be tailed by your servants because this way you can just feel like a normal person in society. With your hand tucked within Kyle’s, you almost feel like a regular couple going about your day together.

Kyle leads you through the maze of the streets before the two of you find your way to his carriage. The horses idly lift their hooves and step back down, clearly antsy to get going.

“Where’s your driver?” you ask when he opens the door for you.

“Left him at home,” Kyle answers easily, “Don’t worry I’m an excellent driver. You’re in good hands.”

“I’m not worried,” you giggle, sitting back when he slams it shut for you.

The spicy, floral scent that seems to always waft off him still lingers in the cabin. The carriage rocks as Kyle hoists himself up into the driver’s seat, taking the reins for the horses before setting off.

The hustle and bustle of town is left behind as the two of you make your way to a destination you don’t know. You look out the window, admiring the view of nature. With the gentle lull of the carriage and the soft sound of the horse’s hooves on the ground, you realize just how sleepy you are. The wedding preparations were apparently more exhausting than you realized.

Your name sweetly being called is what roused you. A soft hand cups your cheek and you open your eyes to see the handsome face of Kyle.

“We’re here,” he coos, taking your hands to help you stumble out of the carriage.

You look around, finding yourself standing in front of an imposing manor.

“Where’s here?” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Another manor that my family owns,” he says, slamming the door.

“I see,” you hum, taking a look around. It’s a lovely place with neatly trimmed hedges and a fountain in the center of the circle driveway.

“What about the servants here?” you ask, allowing him to lead you up to the grand doors.

“There aren’t any here at the moment,” he assures, “All the servants are currently occupied with my own wedding preparations. You don’t have to worry, we’re alone here.”

“That’s lucky,” you laugh, sharing a soft look with him.

Once the two of you are inside, you take in the beautiful manor. There’s a beautiful staircase and the walls are adorned with expensive paintings, some of which you recognize yourself despite not being too knowledgeable on art.

“This was to be my home after my marriage,” he explains, waving for you to follow him up the stairs to the next story.

“I see…” you hum, trailing your fingertips over the beautiful wood banister but then pause, “What do you mean ‘was’?”

He stops in front of a door and pushes it open with a soft creak. You peek inside and discover a lavishly decorated bedroom. Being alone inside of a bedroom with a man who is not your fiance was incredibly improper. But Kyle is the man you love so you step inside with your heart racing in your chest. It feels so wrong, this rule was implemented in you your whole life being broken like this.

“I mean,” he hums, “If you’ll hear me out on what I have to say then the wedding will no longer be on. Neither will yours.”

Your heart lurches up into your chest as he leads you to take a seat beside him on the edge of the bed. He takes your hand in both of his, cupping it in his lap, stroking his thumb across your knuckles.

“What are you saying?” you ask, voice tight.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” he explains, “I want you. I don’t want to see you married off to that pig of a man they’ve set you up with. I don’t think I can live a life married to someone else when all I can think about every single day is you.”

“Kyle…” you whisper, squeezing his hand tightly, “Are you saying you want to call off the weddings? Our families wouldn’t–”

“No,” he grumbles, “I don’t want to call off the weddings. I want to marry you. Our families would never allow it but,” he takes a deep breath, “If we’re not under their charge anymore then what can they possibly do?”

“You want to run away?” you gasp, anxiety filling your chest when he nods, “But that-!”

“Our lives would be infinitely harder,” he smiles ruefully, “We wouldn’t have any of the comforts we have now. Our families wouldn’t support us. We’ll be disgraced by society and our friends. It’ll be hard but it would mean we can be together like we desire.”

“Kyle…” you whisper, eyes wide as you stare at him.

“I understand it’s daunting. And if you choose to tell me no then I will do as you wish and continue to live my life this way,” he breathes, “I will continue to live with the agony of only getting to see you in secret, if that’s what you wish. But…” he reaches forward and cups your cheek in one big hand, “If you say yes then I will kiss you right now and I will show you just how much I love you and how much I need you to be mine.”

Your lips are parting before you can even make heads or tails of your own thoughts, “Yes, Kyle.”

Just as he promised, he surges forward and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss is desperate and heated with one of his hands moving to cup the back of your head, keeping your lips firmly planted on his.

You whimper into the kiss, the euphoria of having your love’s lips once again too much to bear. You feel the bedding beneath you as he pushes you down, holding his own weight above you with one hand to avoid crushing you. But you crave to feel his body against yours.

You wrap one arm around his waist and pull him closer so his chest is flush with yours. Despite the layers of clothes separating the two of you, you can feel his body heat permeating through to you.

That spicy, floral scent that wafts off of him is all around you. Your heart flutters in your chest and your hands tremble like leaves in the wind as you desperately grasp at him. He doesn’t break the kiss, even as you feel the hardened press of his member between your thighs.

The air feels thick with every inhale, a foggy haze settling over your mind the deeper the kiss gets. After a moment, he finally breaks the kiss only to dive down to press his lips to your neck. His hands flutter around your clothes, working the buttons and ties open so the fabric can easily be pulled away from your body.

With every inch of bare skin exposed, his lips touch upon it and goosebumps rise in response. Your trembling fingers grip the expensive fabric of his shirt, needing to feel grounded to him as his lips wrap around one of your nipples.

You whine, back arching when his hand comes up to roll and pinch your other nipple between his fingers. You’d never been touched like his before and it felt electrifying, each swirl of his hot tongue making your thighs twitch where they rest around his lithe hips.

“Kyle,” you gasp, “C-Can you–?”

“What?” he asks, barely separating from your breast to ask.

“T-Take off your shirt,” you request, cheeks feeling impossibly hot from the new stimulating pleasure your body is receiving.

He chuckles, parting from the torture he’s inflicting on your nipple to sit up on his heels. He pulled off his suit coat, letting it fall to the floor. You watch with wide eyes as he pulls his tie free from around his neck before his fingers drift to his waistcoat to pull the buttons apart. You follow those long, pretty fingers as they meticulously undo his shirt button by button until the smooth expanse of his chest is exposed to your greedy eyes.

You reach up and slide your hands up his chest, pushing the articles of clothing off of his shoulder until he lets them drop to the floor to join his jacket.

He’s on top of you again in seconds, large hands gripping your waist, your skin dimpling under the grip he has on you. You whimper when he cups your breasts, thumbing over your nipples as you sigh in pleasure.

“Will you let me undress you completely, my heart?” he whispers, sounding breathless.

“Yes, please, Kyle,” you nod, eagerly lifting your hips so he can free your lower half of the last bit of clothes that cover your body.

He sucks in a deep breath when your pretty form is fully exposed to his gaze for the first time. He knew you were beautiful but like this, with shy hands over your bare breasts and smooth thighs clenched tightly together to hide the most intimate part from his greedy, prying eyes.

“You’re magnificent,” he whispers as if any louder would break the sanctity the two of you have cultivated together in this bedroom, “Why do you hide from me?”

“I-I don’t know,” you respond, cheeks burning hot as you avoid his gaze, “I feel so shy like this.”

He smiles, pretty teeth on full display, eyes crinkle up when he does. Gentle hands cupping your knees, he tenderly strokes your skin, “There’s no reason to be shy around me. I adore every inch of you and your body. Won’t you let me admire you like you deserve?”

His gaze is so soft and kind that you feel your body relax at his assurance. Your arms fall to your sides, letting him see those pretty tits again. His mouth waters at the sight of your perked nipples.

But then you let your thighs fall open and the prettiest little cunt he ever could have imagined opens up to his greedy eyes. Your folds are shiny with a layer of slick and his tongue suddenly feels much drier than it did a second ago.

He realizes, in that moment, that he needs nothing more than to quench this apparent thirst right there between your legs.

You gasp when he grips beneath your knees and spread you open even wider. Your hands fly to cover your face, unable to take the embarrassment that floods through you when his face gets closer and closer to your pussy.

Two fingers dip into your folds, a loud, sticky noise sounding when he parts them. Your clit is puffy and swollen while your little hole twitches and drools messily at the contact. Slowly, almost painfully so, his tongue falls from his mouth to lick a wide strip over your cunt. You practically wail when his tongue drags over your clit, the little bud hard and twitchy against his muscle.

His lashes flutter at the sound. It encourages him to lick over the bud again. It earns him another sound, like a little reward for every correct touch he gives you.

He focuses there, pinning your hips down when you start twitching and wiggling beneath him. His tongue swirls and swirls around your clit, drool and slick coating his chin and dripping down to the bed. He doesn’t care, the mess isn’t even on his radar. He’;s too lost in the sweet taste of you dancing on taste buds. You taste better than the most exquisitely crafted meal he’s ever had in his life.

Your hands slam down to grab the bedding, fisting it desperately until the fabric creaks under your grip. The feeling of his tongue swirling and licking your clit is too much, you feel like you can’t take a breath deep enough. He moans and sighs softly into your cunt with every sweet little sound you gift to him.

One of his fingers finds your entrance, the little hole clenching pathetically around nothing.

He detaches his lips from your clit, swallowing the sweet slick filling his mouth before asking, “Have you ever touched yourself here before?”

Your cheeks flush unbearably hot at the question but find yourself shaking your head, “N-No.”

He sweetly smiles at you, “I’ll be gentle.”

He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins sliding one of his fingers into you. It burns, even that minute stretch and his heart aches at the wince on your face. He leans forward and lets his tongue find your clit again, slurping it into his mouth so he can wrap his lips around it. The feeling makes your entire body tremble, your jaw falling open but no sounds actually come out.

He doesn’t let you think too much about this feeling, using your relaxed, almost brainless state to introduce a second finger. It finally makes a whine break through from your chest, back arching and eyes rolling back into your head once he sinks them to the last knuckle.

You never would have thought that something like this could feel so good. Your brain feels hazy, like no coherent thoughts can form. All you can focus on is how wonderful it feels to have Kyle’s thick fingers stuffed inside you while his pretty lips suckle on your sensitive clit.

“K-Kyle!” you wail, feeling a hot ball swell up in your tummy.

“What is it, my heart?” he coos, looking up at you through his lashes.

“I-Is it supposed to feel like this?” you meekly ask, lips swollen from biting them through your pleasure.

“Like what?” he asks, slowly moving his fingers snug inside your walls, careful not to hurt you. You’re coating them in sweet, syrupy slick and it’s a marvelous sight.

You twitch when he does that, your head falling back against the pillows, “Good.”

“You deserve nothing but pleasure, my heart,” he coos, eyes locking back onto the sight of his fingers stuffed inside your cunt.

When he pulls them back, they’re coating in a milky white sheen. The sight makes him moan under his breath, carefully fucking you with them in preparation for something bigger. He keeps the pace slow, not wanting to overwhelm you with pleasure. His fingers crook upwards, hitting that gooey little spot inside that makes your hips buck up. Your cheeks burn when you hear the filthy, wet, sticky noises that come from where he’s fucking you open on his fingers.

He can’t believe he gets to see you like this; open and exposed for him. Any ounce of shyness has completely evaporated, allowing him full view of you in your basest, dirtiest state.

“I’m a lucky man,” he huffs to himself, still fucking his fingers into that perfect spot in your cunt. You’re making the sweetest sounds and twitching so cutely on the bed from how good he’s making you feel on just his fingers alone.

You can’t even bring yourself to answer, too consumed with how fucking good it feels being fucked with his fingers. While you’re too dizzy to even think straight, he brings a third finger to your hole.

It burns when he pushes it in but he brings his thumb up to rub your clit. You relax again, pain and pleasure mixing intoxicatingly, allowing the third digit to easily slide in alongside the others.

He has you worked open on his three fingers, fuller than you’ve ever been in your life. You’re so hot and wet inside that it feels like his skin is burning, he can’t wait to know what it feels like to have you speared on his cock.

“K-Kyle, wait!” you wail, reaching down to grip his wrist.

He freezes, letting you push his hand away. His fingers slide out of your cunt, your little hole clenching around nothing now that it was empty.

“What is it?” he asks, panic gripping his throat, “Did I hurt you?”

“N-No, I just…” you’re panting as you clumsily sit up, “I-I just wanted a break. It was…a lot.”

His anxiety melts off of him and he smiles, “Alright.”

“Can I…” you look down at his own pants where you can see the bulge of his cock against his thigh. Even clothed, it’s intimidatingly big. You swallow down the anxiety at the sigh and reach out to palm at him.

“Oh, let me undress,” he pants, quickly shedding the last few layers until he’s as naked as you are.

His cock is long, thick and pretty. It’s hard, twitching against his stomach as it drools precum down the shaft. You lick your lips and reach your hand out, glancing at his face to make sure that he’s okay with it before your hand wraps around him. He sighs, shoulders relaxing where he stands at the first bit of pleasure on his neglected cock.

He reaches down to guide your hand, showing you how he likes to be stroked. Your movements are clumsy and your grip is unsure but the sight of his fat cock wrapped up in your pretty hand is enough to make his cock drool messily all over himself.

“Can I…” you look up at him, pretty eyes sparkling, “Can I use my mouth like you did for me?”

His cock twitches at the question, imagining what it would feel like to have his cock buried in your tight, hot throat. But he finds himself shaking his head despite how badly he wants it, reaching out to run his thumb over the seam of your lips.

“It’s dirty, sweetheart,” he coos, “You don’t need to do that.”

“But you did it for me,” you argue, pouting at his words.

He smiles, “It’s different. I live only to give something as divine as you pleasure, my heart. You don’t need to degrade yourself for me like that,” you open your mouth to argue but he pushes you back onto the bed, “Besides, I want to get to the main event.”

“This isn’t over,” you pout but settle into the pillows, letting him arrange your legs so they’re situated around his hips.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he laughs, “You are quite stubborn.”

“I’m glad you noticed,” you giggle, feeling incredibly at ease despite the imposing image of his monstrous cock resting on your stomach, showing you just how deep he’s going to reach when he’s inside you.

He leans down, letting his weight rest on one arm above your head. You feel safe, protected under his body like this and can’t help but wind your arms around his neck when you have him so close.

“Can you just relax for me, my heart?” he asks, lips brushing against your ear as he uses his free hand to direct his cockhead to your drooling entrance, “Just relax…that’s it. So good for me.”

You’re so wet and slippery as he slides the head between your folds that it’s embarrassing. Your body twitches beneath his when he slips the head over your clit before pressing against your entrance again. Your jaw falls open as he pushes inside ever so slowly, centimeter by centimeter.

Your nails bite into his shoulders but he ignores it. He knows it has to burn, has to hurt with how tight your precious little cunt is around his big, fat cock. He forgives you for clawing up his back like this because it’s the least he deserves for bringing your divine body any kind of pain. But he knows it will all be worth it when he’s finally balls deep.

You’re making the sweetest sounds as he works you open, sinking himself deeper and deeper with every passing second. Before long, he balls are pressing against your ass and his pelvis meets your clit. Your walls seize around him at the pleasure, a moan of his own breaking from his chest. There’s a deep ache from the way the tip prods against your cervix but even that still feels good.

You can’t keep quiet even if you wanted to as he begins slowly and gently working his hips back and forth. You have this delirious look in your eyes, they’re sparkling with your pupils blown wide and you stare at him like he’s a god. This pleasure you’re feeling for the first time is hypnotic, addictive.

“You can’t ever marry anyone else now, my heart,” he coos, gripping your chin so you look at him, “No man will ever be able to satisfy you like I can.”

You shake your head, “Don’t want anyone else, Kyle,” your words are slurred as you speak them, “Only want you. I only love you.”

“That’s right,” he whispers, sweat beginning to bead along his forehead, “Only me. You’re all mine, I won’t ever share you again.”

He pulls back to look between your bodies, seeing the way you’re creaming messily around his cock. It aids in the movements, makes them smoother and deeper. He prods against the gooey, tender little spot deep inside of you that makes your moans pitch higher and your pretty eyes roll back into your head. You’re the vision of sin.

One of his hands finds yours, threading his fingers between your own as he pins it to the bed. He uses it as leverage to work his cock in and out of you. His hips slap against yours over and over again.

He hits that tender, sweet little spot inside you that makes lights explode behind your eyelids. You eagerly spread your legs for him, wanting to feel him more and deeper. You’re gasping, moans being punched out of your lungs every time he sinks completely inside you.

You’re making a mess around his cock, thick strings of sticky cum connecting his hips to yours. Filthy, sticky, wet noises of your cunt being fucked just like it deserves fills the room.

“Kyle,” you huff, jaw falling open as your eyes widen, “I-It feels…”

He knows. God, does he know. He feels the way your walls seize around him, clenching and spasming as the orgasm builds inside of you. His balls draw up, his own orgasm brewing inside him.

“Hold on for me, my heart,” he pants, “I want us to cum together.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” you manage to stumble out, eyes fighting to roll back into your head but you want to see him.

He looks beautiful, sweat coating his skin. The sun is dipping beneath the horizon outside, painting the room in beautiful shades of orange that only make him look ethereal. The light coming in from the window behind him gives him a halo, he looks positively enchanting and you find your mouth suddenly feels dry.

This man is yours, all yours. He’s yours to hold and to keep. No one can keep you apart anymore. He’s here with you in this bed, sealing his own fate to be with you for the rest of his life because he loves you like he’s never loved anyone else in his life.

From the day you were born, you were told you were to be with someone else. But you knew, in this moment, that you were truly destined to be with Kyle. You were put on this Earth for the sole purpose of finding him and loving him for the rest of your life.

You squeeze his hand in his when he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re both panting and gasping into each other's mouths.

“Look at me, my heart,” he whispers, cock aching and twitching within the tight, snug, grasp of your precious little cunt, “Don’t look away.”

You wouldn’t be able to look away even if you wanted to. He has you hypnotized, big, pretty eyes are deep pools of black. His pupils are blown impossibly wide and his lashes flutter with every wave of pleasure he feels within your pussy.

Your body seizes up as that tight thread of pleasure suddenly snaps, “Kyle-!”

His lips meet yours, sealing you into a kiss as his brows furrow. The blissful clenching of your cunt brings him to his own end. He grunts as he spills inside you, rocking his hips to work both of you through the electrifying, dizzying high that you share together for the first time.

You’re whimpering and whining into his ear as he works the two of you down with lazy, messy humps of his hips. His cock is softening, coated in a hot, sticky layer of your cum and his. It’s a filthy mess, dribbles from his length when he pulls out. Your cunt still clenches through the aftershocks, spilling out onto the bed – not that he cares.

Your arms wind around his waist and you pull him flush against you again. You don’t want him to go anywhere, you crave having his body close to yours as you catch your breath and wait for your heart to stop pounding like a scared rabbit.

He lays on his side beside you, curling himself around your body as he tucks himself protectively into his chest. There’s a comfortable, soft silence between the two of you. You can hear the birds outside as they chirp and you can hear Kyle’s soft breaths and beating heart.

“We’ll stay here for a few days,” he suddenly says, “After that, everyone will begin looking for us. We’ll have to leave town by then.”

“Where will we go?” you ask, affectionately kissing his chin so he’ll look down at you.

He smiles, brushing some stray hairs out of your face, thumbing over the soft skin of your cheeks where they’re still flushed hot from your activities. You kiss his thumb when he rubs it over your lips, “I’m not sure. Somewhere that no one will recognize us – where we can start a new life.”

“Anywhere will be a good life as long as I have you, Kyle,” you assure, leaning up to peck his cheek this time.

“I feel the same, my beautiful,” he kisses your forehead, “magnificent,” he kisses your nose, “betrothed to be.”

He seals those words with a sweet, soft kiss to your lips.

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n0cturna1-m3 · 1 year ago

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Hot & Heavy | Bottom! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Top! Male Reader | Smut

Minors/Fem DNI

Request(s); "Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick with sounding, praise, and breeding if you don't mind 😃..." and "...Could you write sounding and edging a tied up Gaz. I need to make that man beg and whimper..."

Warnings; Sounding (DO NOT LOOK IT UP IF U DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS! JUST DONT READ THIS FIC!! MOVE ON!), hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, cream pie, bareback, withheld orgasm, little bit of praise, this is probably bad im sorry

Synopsis; there isnt even a plot man just read the warnings

A/N; haha... sorry for ... not writing in 6 months or whatever.... im back now though! right..? ...

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Kyle sighed and shuffled in his place on the bed. his arms were tied above him, wrists secured to the headboard, and back flush to the mattress. Y/N was settled between his legs and holding his bare hips while kissing at his neck, sucking dark hickeys onto the smooth skin.

“Hurry up,” he whispered, desperately wriggling in place. Y/N snickered and sat up, adjusting his hands to hold Kyle’s thighs instead.

He looked stunning all strung up, muscles stretched from the irregular position. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, his face burning from desire.

“What do you want me to do?” Y/N asked. Kyle groaned with exasperation. He was hard and leaking against his stomach from nothing more than kissing and light touches that only grazed the places he wanted them.

“Anything,” he pleaded.

“Anything?” Kyle swallowed thickly but nodded. “Okay.”

Y/N smiled before climbing off the bed to gather a few items. Kyle watched him with a twinge of curiosity.

When he returned to where he was previously sitting with a bottle of lube and a small case, Kyle curled a brow. “What the hell is that?”

“You can say no,” Y/N said. He could tell Kyle was intrigued by the way he pursed his lips and eyed the case, silently waiting to see what was inside. Y/N unzipped it and opened it before tilting it so that Kyle could see its contents.

His immediate reaction was that of mild disgust, raising an eyebrow and scrunching his nose. His Upper lip pulled at one corner showing his teeth.

“Is that what I think it is?”

Y/N sheepishly nodded. He was embarrassed now. He shouldn't have brought it up. It was a foolish idea. Kyle’s expression softened as he looked at Y/N’s face and he sighed.

“We can try it.” Y/N perked up and stared at Kyle, trying to read him to make sure he wasn’t teasing him.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He was hesitant. He wouldn’t want to pressure Kyle into doing something he didn’t want to do.

Kyle shrugged as best as he could with his arms bound above his head.

“I’ll try anything once,” he said. Y/N beamed and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips before pulling away.

“Thank you.” Y/N set the case aside before placing his hands on Kyle’s abdomen. He dipped his head into the crook of Kyle’s neck and began placing kisses on the soft skin, all the while running his hands up and down his torso.

Kyle sighed and rolled his head to the other side, allowing a broader space for Y/N to mouth. Y/N inhaled deeply. The smell of Kyle’s cologne drove him mad. Everything about him did.

Y/N moved one of his hands down Kyle’s stomach, grazing his skin with his fingertips before wrapping his hand around Kyle’s cock. The latter groaned and rolled his hips up into Y/N’s hand. His desperation for touch was finally being fulfilled.

Pre-cum dripped from the slit of Kyle’s dick, the liquid beading on the tip before being swept away by Y/N’s thumb brushing over the sensitive head. He nipped at Kyle’s neck one last time before pulling away.

Grabbing the lune, Y/N popped the cap and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand before setting it aside again. He reached for the case and pulled the thinnest of the rods from it, then placed it in his wet palm to lubricate it. Kyle watched nervously.

“Shouldn’t you use one of the, uh, smooth ones?” he asked. The rod Y/N had chosen was ribbed with a ring at the end, which made him anxious.

“This one will hold the lube in it better, make it a smoother process,” he replied. Y/N looked up and met Kyle’s gaze. He chewed his lip for a moment before leaning down to kiss him softly. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Kyle nodded.

Y/N held the end of the rod in his dry hand and used the other to hold Kyle’s weeping cock, the latter groaning under his gentle touch. He stroked him a few times before stopping his movements and pressing the rod to his slit.

Slowly, he began pushing it inside. Kyle’s breath quickened and his legs twitched as the first passed through his cock. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but it was certainly strange.

“Fuck, that feels so weird,” he muttered. Y/N glanced up at him while slowly pushing it further inside. He didn’t miss how Kyle’s gaze was glued to his dick. Staring at the point where the metal was disappearing gradually.

A deep groan left Kyle’s parted lips when it was finally fully inside, leaving only the ring visible.

“I can feel it in my arse, what the fuck,” he said. His face was twisted up with pleasure as heat coursed through him.

Y/N leaned forward and began kissing Kyle’s chest again. Nipping at his soft skin while his hands roamed his body, eventually resting on his hips. His right hand slowly inched towards Kyle’s dick, wrapping around it and eliciting a moan from the other man. Y/N slowly began pumping his cock, slick with precum and lube. It caused the rod to move slightly, a strange feeling he’d never felt before. But it wasn’t unpleasant. He was shocked that it wasn’t, to be frank.

“Fuck…” Kyle drawled, letting his head roll back and closing his eyes. Y/N glanced up at him and smiled, pleased with himself that his lover was enjoying himself.

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his cheek on his chest. “You’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”

Kyle bit his lip and opened his eyes to look at Y/N, who met his gaze and held it. It was almost intimidating.

“Is there something you want?” Y/N asked, a twinge of mocking laced into his words. Kyle groaned and wriggled on the bed for a moment before going limp. All the while Y/N kept languidly pumping his cock.

“Can’t you just-” he broke off into a whine as Y/N twisted his wrist, moving his hand faster.

Y/N looked at him with a cheeky grin.

“What was that, love?”

Kyle huffed and nudged Y/N with his knee.

“Listen, big guy, if you don’t take care of me right now when you let me out of these cuffs I’ll beat your arse and make you sleep on the couch.”

Y/N just snickered and ignored him, keeping up his slow, teasing and rhythmic motions. Pressing his thumb against the top of the rod and pushing it deeper, squeezing the base of his cock, pulling back his foreskin and placing a gentle kiss on the exposed tip.

Anything to rile him up.

Anything to make him beg.

It wasn’t long before tears were welling in Kyle's eyes. His breath was shallow and quick, and it left his head fuzzy and his limbs tingling.

“Will you please just fuck me,” Kyle pleaded.

Y/N glanced up at him from where he was crouched down, lapping at his length. He grinned and nodded before removing his hands from Kyle’s body, one moving to hold his hip, the other in between his legs, prodding at his hole.

Two fingers immediately eased inside of him, causing a low groan to erupt from Kyle’s throat. His head lolled back, hitting the pillow. He dug his heels into the mattress, silently pleading for Y/N to pick up the pace. So he did.

Y/N worked his fingers in and out of Kyle quickly, almost frantically trying to get him loose enough to take his cock. Kyle shuddered when Y/N hit his prostate, an almost croaking sound leaving his pursed lips. Y/N took notice and set an unrelenting, brutal pace on the spot. Kyle bit his lip to quiet himself.

“Mggh, oh my god,” he whined, balling his hands into fists. “Y/N, please!”

He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his eyes shut tight as Y/N added a third finger, slowing for only a moment to allow Kyle to adjust before he resumed his fast pace.

Kyle’s biceps flexed from pulling at his restraints. His stomach tensed and his legs squeezed around Y/N’s body. The amount of feeling happening was altogether too much, but it was also just right.

Y/N suddenly removed his fingers and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some into his palm before slicking up his dick. He held Kyle’s hip in one hand and the base of his cock in the other, before he gently pressed the head to Kyle’s hole.

It took all his strength not to immediately bottom out once he had pushed his tip inside. He was hot and wet and perfect, it made him want to take all of him in that moment.

Kyle’s jaw hung open slightly, his eyes glued to Y/N’s concentrated face.

When Y/N finally bottomed out, he looked up, being met with Kyle’s intense gaze. He let out a shaky breath before leaning down and kissing him deeply, hands glued to Kyle’s hips.

He began moving slowly, rolling his hips back before pushing back inside gently to test the waters. Kyle moaned before pulling his head back and pressing his forehead to Y/N’s.

“Fuck me like a man.”

Y/N nodded and began a relentless pace, similar to how he stretched him out. Although this time it was more desperate and depraved. Y/N’s goal was to fuck him hard, just like he told him to.

Their bodies were flush, unbelievably close, and yet not enough. Y/N’s balls smacked against Kyle’s arse, a wet sound filling the room as lube and pre-cum dripped down and onto the bed sheets.

“Haah, fuck,” Y/N whimpered. he dug his fingers into the meat of Kyle’s hips and pulled him impossibly closer. “Y�� feel so good baby, mm…”

Kyle shivered and furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m gonna cum!” he slurred.

“Wait, please,” Y/N begged. “I’m almost there, just wait.”

Kyle whined but nodded, quiet whimpers escaping him as he tried to hold himself steady.

Y/N’s hips stuttered suddenly and his pace faltered. He sat back and grabbed the end of the rod and pulled it out, finally allowing Kyle to cum. Tears welled in his eyes as he did, long streaks of white spilling onto his stomach. Y/N soon followed, filling him up. He slowed to a stop before hanging his head to catch his breath.

Kyle was panting, eyes hazy and body warm. He looked up at Y/N through half-lidded eyes.

“Can we go again?”

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lunarw0rks · 1 year ago

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I politely crave moreee awkward placed injures with reader and task force 141. Also why is it so hard to spell awkward like I spend 10 minutes trying to spell it :D

No Filter | Part Two

A/N: I wrote this in an hour, I apologize if it's lackluster. I was picturing the sparring scene from Miss Congeniality while writing this - if you know what I'm talking about I love u. Not proofread.

Summary: From a simple training session to a brawl.

Warning(s): platonic!141, mild language, crackfic, canon-typical "violence", very mild injury/blood, fem!reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.3k

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What you were trying to do was train. The right way.

But did that ever go as planned in this God-forsaken place?

In this God-forsaken task force? Not ever.

It was a simple sparring session, a rare one where everyone was participating. Each member picked a buddy, yours being Gaz—one of the more tolerable, humble men you worked with. Though, he had his sore moments every now and then.

Gaz raised his fists, the both of you dancing around in a circle as you braced for impact. “C’mon, hit me!” He exclaimed, curling his lips into a smug smirk. You squinted at him, returning the playful glare as you debated on your next move.

“What? Get shot in the bits but you can’t punch me?” He chuckled, reminding you of the bullet welt still healing—an awkward reminder of the enemy’s odd aim.

At the mention of it, you swung at him, rendering him on his ass. Kyle groaned and held his throbbing forehead, a tender mark where your gloved fist knocked the cockiness right out of him. “Bloody Christ, I said hit me not give me a brain injury!”

You stifle your belly laugh as best as you could, feeling a sting where you were still healing. Instead, you outstretched a hand, pulling the spiteful Sergeant to his feet. And here you were thinking Garrick would be a less irritating sparring partner. Surely, less obnoxious than Soap, and miles less intimidating than Ghost.

You heard a thud behind the two of you, causing you to turn on your heels and inspect the hilarious scene in front of you. Soap was on his ass, holding a small cut on his brow—one that would leave him with a nasty bruise for weeks. The skull-faced Lieutenant stood over him, arms crossed over his chest as he watched him writhe.

“You got distracted, Johnny. Ended up on your arse.” he taunted, taking a few steps back as Soap regained his footing.

With Ghost’s strength, it could’ve been any limp thrust into Soap’s temple. Your guess? Probably an elbow or knee. Soap pointed a finger at Kyle’s reddened mark where you sucker punched him, as if sitting him in the same boat of embarrassment.

“Look at him! Knocked down by her; a nasty mark that is.” His Scottish accent grew stronger the more heated he got, though Ghost remained untouched by both the activity and the humor.

Soap approached, giving your touchy chest a knock with his fist, “I’m proud of you, lass, sticking up for yourself, especially with this one.” He pointed to Gaz’s disgruntled scowl, an often recurring expression on his youthful face. Though, you were more focused on Johnny’s patronizing—he hadn’t let you live the boob incident down.

That vigor resurfaced, making you sweep Soap’s feet out from under him with just a kick. “I told you not to bring that up, you bastard!” You lunged for him, but he had rolled out of your path, finding his footing again. It was game on now—to hell with proper, tactical training.

Soap gripped your shoulders, sending you both to the foam mat with a grunt. The struggle was entertaining for the rest of them, to say the least. Even Simon; the man nonchalantly stanced to the side, pretending he’s not associated with the clown show playing in front of him.

You ended up on top of him, knees on each side of his head. It took every bit of your might, your training to keep his arms from swatting you in the face. It was like two siblings wrestling over their turn with the remote.

“They’re just—” Johnny grunts, resisting the neck pin, “—too damn distracting!” Oh, he was in for it now. That idiotic smolder on his face, like you weren’t seconds from adding to the nasty bruise on his brow bone.

“My bets on her. She’s got a lot of rage.” Gaz whispered to Simon, holding a cold compress to the throbbing mark on his head.

Ghost turns his attention to Gaz’s laughable appearance, then back to the immature brawl. “Johnny’s like a hungry hound, he won’t go easy. Just like I taught him.”

Simon was right. You got too caught up in your need for vindication, disembarking you into the submissive position, a smirking Soap above you.

Your feet pressed against his toned stomach, your only lifeline because your arms were pinned above your head. “Next time we do a honeypot operation, you’re wearing the thong, MacTavish!” A harsh kick delivered by you, right on his kneecap sent him keeling to the side of you, allowing for your brisk getaway.

You slithered around Gaz, using his frame as a distraction so you could gather yourself. Cheating? Perhaps; but Soap started this, not you. Your eyes peeked around him, now circling around the middleman until an inevitable mistake was made.

“Bet you’d love to see that.” Soap answers your remark from seconds ago, sweat pooling on his bruised brow. Kyle eventually got fed up being used as a wall, yanking your arm and thrusting you towards your mow-hawked opponent.

It wasn’t the quick move he thought it was, however. His foot snagged on yours, sending him tumbling to the ground. And you? You slipped on the ice pack that came flying from Garrick’s grip as he fell. It was like a trio of klutzes all in one room. Surely, no one would be able to picture you three as serious members of the Task Force after all was said and done—but you needed revenge, craved it.

Kyle let out a groan of contempt, barrel rolling out of the way as you and Johnny scuffled again, stumbling along the training room as you attempted head-locks on each other.

Simon retreated into the corner of the room, observing his moronic co-workers as he played with the blade of his knife. Sooner or later, the Captain was either going to find out about this incident second-hand, or walk into this unprofessional brawl. Either way; the skull man was not going to be involved. His fortuitous knee to Soap’s temple was enough to fuel his ego for the day.

You received a few elbows to the rips, some knocks on the side of the head, all while petty insults were thrown at the Scot. It was ridiculous, but in the moment—you were on top of the world, beating Johnny’s arrogance.

You latched onto Johnny’s back, attempting to finally give him a well-deserved choke hold. What did you get instead? A forearm to the nose, a small smear of blood on your wrist when you instinctively raised a hand to your throbbing nose.

Soap was chuckling… until he witnessed you compose yourself within a matter of seconds. The saying he heard once; hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. He believed it to be true the moment he saw you charge him, a disabling kick to his balls. Not strong enough to leave him impotent—enough to make him see stars.

You got ahead of yourself too, delivering the kick too soon after a blow to the face. You lost your balance, finding yourself crumpled on the floor beside MacTavish. Unless it was literal life or death, neither of you were continuing this tussle.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Everyone’s heads perked up at the sound of the Captain’s irritation. Imagining the scene from his perspective made sense; Kyle pouting with an ice pack on his head, you holding a bloodied nose while stunned, Soap clutching his wounded manhood, and Simon in the corner sharpening a blade.

It was in his nature to keep professional, though he had to fight the urge to cackle.

“You were supposed to be training with each other, not partaking in catfights.” He cleared his throat. “Will someone explain to me why everyone but Simon is injured?” John crept closer, hands behind his back as he hovered over the two of you, inspecting the evidence on your faces.

Soap raised his head, mouth open to speak, but the Captain cut him off. “Not you.”

You gritted your teeth, still in the midst of catching your breath, “he talked about the boobs again.” It was a humiliated mumble, like a child caught in a lie. As if there weren't enough staff meetings caused by this unit specifically…

“My office. Now, all three of you.”

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kenlvry · 2 years ago

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angry confessions

c; getting into an argument abt something then saying “why u care” and yhhhh, angry confessions speak for itself, aged up 16-17 kenny kyle and stan

kenny mccormick

kenny wasn’t really fazed when something bloody happened, having died millions of time before, he got used to it. but when he saw you and some girl fighting he almost yelled stop loudly tryna be the main character, he let the fight happened bc he knew you hated it when someone pulls you away from a fight, it made it seem like you lost.

after the fight that you won you were frustrated and walked away home bc school alr ended, kenny ran to you and yelled at you “ what the fuck y/n?? you know how fucking dangerous that was?? you looked so fucked up” he said while holding a first aid kit, you couldnt care less how you look, “ y/n! are you even listening?? y/n” he said and walked infront of you,

“fuck kenny what?, can i not get into a fight? idgaf how i look, she asked for it” “are you hearing yourself rn?? what if you fractured something?? cmon sit down so i can check” he touched your arm “don’t touch me” you said sternly, he let go and you walked away, he wasn’t going to let you go like that so he grabbed your arm again “omg kenny why the fuck do you care so much?! why do you care if i got into a fight!?” “ because i like you dumbass!” your eyes widen and so does kenny “w-what...” you said “ now let me treat you, cmon” he said checking you hands while blushing ,

after that it got somewhat awkard but you two def act more close than ever

stan marsh

you were hanging out with a boy, not just any other boy but a boy that was known as the most violent kid at school, people said the boy always got into fights, smokes behind the school and disrespects teachers. but there you were talking and laughing with him, it made stans heart twist, after you were done talking to the boy stan went over and talked to you to warn you abt him.

“yo y/n why were you talking to him js now?” you looked at stan then at the boy, “who him?” you looked over to the boy and stan nodded “because... hes my friend? plus i have him for my science partner so we were talking abt when to meet up” you said smiling and walking away “hold on, yk who he is right?? stay away from him, he’s dangerous!” stan said pulling your arm “cmon stan stop over reacting he’s sweet, he even promised to buy me lunch!” you said pulling away from him, “still! im going to talk to mr garrison abt this, i’ll ask so you and me are on the same team” he said and walked away, now youre the one pulling his arm

“the fuck? dont, its none of your business” he was so shocked at how defensive you got over the kid “its too! what if you got hurt,infact i’ll make sure for future projects that requires two people us two are already on one” he tried walking away again, “stan! dont butt in! let me be, hes not as dangerous as people potray him!” you said slightly raising your voice “ i’m not risking it.” he said crossing his arms also raising his voice slightly “ why the fuck do you care??! you never cared before!” you yelled looking angry “because i love you y/n! bc i care for you! how have you not realize it by now geez!” he yelled back, you sat there shocked with a slight tint of pink on your cheeks he coughed a little breaking the tension “ now cmon, you wanna change partners or not” he looked away refusing to make eye contact, you nodded.

the whole time you two were working on the project you two blushed and smiled literally acted like you two never met

kyle broflovski

although you looked like a very untroubled person, you also had problems you wished would go away. so often times you and some other kids would smoke at the back of the school before school starts, its a way for you to release stress before school starts.

everyone kinda knew, the way you smelt when school starts it was too obvious,not to kyle i guess.. people didnt tell him bc they thought he knew! you thought he knew too tbh, but he thought it was from your dad or someone in your family, he believes your not one to get into that shit

school started and you scrapped your cig bud on the wall and threw it in a bin that was prepared by one the kid who smoked, as much as he smoked he cared for the environment too yk even though he's literally ruining it by smoking .when you came in the smell was strong, kenny smiled knowing what you did before school "smells strong y/n, things got tough huh?" he smiled while laughing a little "atp y/ns lung is gonna be all black like her heart" cartman added "is your dad okay y/n? he shouldn't smoke infront of his kids" kyle tried chiming in which made all five of you stop in your tracks. you looked at each other in confusion

"kyle, y/n dad isnt even alive" and kyle eyes was widen, he never asked bc he thought your dad was messed up and didn't wanna triger you. "wait then why does y/n smell like smoke" "bc she the one that smokes dumbass" kyles eye widen even more. with a little brother who used to vape and a bestfriend who drinked he was scared you'd be addicted too so he asked to talk to you separately.

"the fuck y/n?? smoking is so bad for you, you have to stop right now!" kyle got mad "ugh its none of your business,you literally used to smoke and how come you've only find out now?" you said rolling your eyes "thats not important! that shit can fuck up your lungs," "okay dad" you laughed a little and he got mad, he reach for your pockets and took away the packet of cigarettes you had "what the fuck kyle give them back, a teachers gonna see!" "no! not until you say you're gonna quit and start going to school with us from now on" he held the packet of cigarette high so you couldn't reach em

"why do you care?! why do you care if my lungs go all black and fade away? thats my problem!" "because i like you!" he said bringing the pack down and sighed "i like you y/n and I'm scared i might loose you so please, stop doing this" you blushed at the sudden confession

you didn't entirely quit, it was hard quitting something you always did as a routine so kyle would allow you only two times a week and gradually move from there<3

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brokenpieces-72 · 6 months ago

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Going Dark

COD Gangster AU

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Kate had met with her friend, Charlotte at the gathering. Her hope was to exchange what information she could with her while having another ear close by.

When Makarov gave his speech she’d gotten a text from Price.

“141 going Dark.”

Kate didn’t have time to try and help Farah, and there was too much risk in doing so. At least Alex had tried. Her main priority was you and getting you to safety. As soon as Charly noticed the text she left to get the car.

You sat in the backseat furiously texting Kyle and Johnny, praying for a response. You keep trying to refresh the messages, seeing how long it’s been since sending them.

“Ya alright back there love?” Charlotte asks from the front seat. Laswell is staring out the window, lost in thought in between text messages. You look up from your phone, and meet Charlotte’s eyes in the rear view mirror. You nod.

“Y-yeah. Fine.” You say, finally setting your phone screen down. Then you pick it up again and text Graves.

“What happened?! What did you do?!”

He texts back right away.

“Exactly as you told me to. We got em kid.”

You try to ask him what he means but your text won’t go through. He’s blocked your number.

Charlotte pulled into a parking lot and exits the vehicle with Laswell. While Laswell made her way to the old hotel building Charlotte opened the door for you, offering a hand. After everything you welcome the comfort of physical touch. Charlotte escorts you inside and you make your way up a few flights until you reach the honeymoon suite. Laswell knocks on the door.

“Watcher-1.” Laswell says, and the door opens. You go in with them and looks around eyes wide.

Alejandro is pacing, bruises blotting his face and arms. Simon is helping Rudy who is laying on ratty couch, getting makeshift stitches. Kyle and Soap are bandaging themselves, with a nasty wound on Soap’s arm and Kyle’s arm caked in blood. Price closes the door behind you.

“You said Graves would help.” He comments before anyone can say anything else. You go very very quiet. Price is staring you down. His face is blank but one word will change that. You don’t know what to say to him. Graves had fucked them over but surely something else was going on.

“I dont know what happened.” You say quickly.

Price shakes his head and steps further into the room while all you can do is stand there, frozen in place. You shouldn’t have told Graves, you shouldn’t have tried to help. Price doesn’t say anything and yet it feels like he’s saying everything. You just want it out.

“I don’t know what happened!” You repeat turning to look at Price.

“You told Graves. That’s what happened! Graves is not your father, he can’t do what he did!” Price tells you. Laswell tries stepping in and he raises a finger to stop her.

“No. Don’t defend them. They messed up, they take the fall.”

“I was trying to help!” You argue. “That’s all I’ve been doing!”

“You took a risk that was never your decision.”

“I got the cops involved so that something could actually be done, people could be put behind bars!”

“You’re not your father!” Price shouts. The entire room goes silent. You don’t have anything to say to that. The others don’t say anything either. No one defends you. No one argues with Price.

Then you notice red and blue lights. Your eyes widen. How could this get any worse? Graves was about to show you. Price looks at Kate and Charlotte who leave the room. The last thing Price wants is for the two of them to get into shit and lose their positions as high as they are. Alejandro curses in Spanish seeing the place is surrounded. There was no way out, but the cops weren’t looking for Charlotte and Laswell.

“Go with them.” Price orders you.

“I’m staying.” You say. You look at Soap and Gaz who look away to finish up their bandages. You know you’ve screwed up. Time to pay the price. Except you pay for it in a whole new way.

Graves opens the door and sees you. He looks relieved.

“Officer l/n. Well done.” He says approvingly. “You’re all under arrest.”

“Graves what the fuck?!” Soap barks, getting to his feet. You see more cops shuffling in behind Graves. You get between Graves and Soap.

“Soap leave it!” You tell him.

“You have some nerve Graves.” Price says.

Alejandro says something in Spanish again, as an officer approaches each one of your friends. Simon doesn’t put up a fight. He knows there’s risk in fighting back when they’re all injured, and while they had weapons, there didn’t need to be more blood shed.

“You did really good kid. Your dad would be proud.” Graves said patting you on the shoulder, raising his voice a little so everyone in the room can hear.

“What?” You ask.

“Seriously I don’t think even your dad could pull an undercover case like so well. Impressive.” Graves continues.

Soap looks at you with a look of anger and betrayal.

“You little shit.” Johnny says, looking you dead in the eyes. No. There was no way. What the fuck. You don’t know what to say. Before Johnny can do anything, he’s pinned to the closest wall and put in handcuffs. Kyle raises his hands, and Rudolfo is helped up. Alejandro is ignoring the Miranda rights and continuing to tell them off in Spanish. All you can do is stand there with Graves gently nudging you around so everyone can be escorted out. You stare at the ground unable to face anyone. You don’t know how to feel. You’re upset your friends are being arrested, you’re worried about what will happen to them, you’re pissed at Graves for what ever shit he was pulling, and… you were scared. Once everyone is outside, it’s just you and Graves.

He shuts the door instructing his officers to wait downstairs.

“What the fuck.” You say turning and facing him. Graves looks back at you with a stern expression.

“You did it kid good job.” He says.

“I didn’t do shit! You! This was all you!” You shout.

“Listen to m-“

“No! I’m done. I resigned! I left the force because I finally found something worth doing and the one second I trust you, you turn around a pull this shit!”

“I am trying to hel-“

“No! No you didn’t. If anything you’ve done the exact opposite of what I wanted. I’m not a cop, and I’m not my father! You fucked up and now you’ve pinned it on me.” You say and you leave the room slamming the door closed.

Once you get outside you catch sight of Price before the door is closed on him. It’s a look that haunts you, and is unreadable. A couple of officers come over to congratulate you on an excellent con. You shove past them and leave the scene. You don’t want to be there anymore. You just want to go home. Except you can’t go home. Your home just got piled into cars and taken to the police station.

So you return to your old apartment. You sit on the couch after getting yourself a beer. You don’t know what to do now. You’re pissed off and afraid. But you know there isn’t much you can do.

“You’re not your father.” Those words sting all night.

Graves returns to the police station where he sees a pleased Makarov. He gives a smug look to Makarov striding over to stand next to him.

“Officer Graves. Well done.” Makarov says with praise.

“Wish I could take the glory, but not me.” Graves says watching the 141 be taken to the holding cells. Makarov glances at Graves.

“Unfortunately we lost a few good officers thanks to undercover work… but I don’t think I need to tell you that.” Graves says giving Makarov a friendly nudge, before checking his watch.

“I better get going. I haven’t eaten anything all night, need to run a couple errands.”

“Who is responsible for bringing them in?” Makarov asks.

“Heh, believe it or not, the officer who resigned. Kid can do a long con.” Graves says, before leaving the station. Makarov looks toward the holding cells. A bit of time and it would hardly be an issue. This kid would certainly be an issue, but something to worry about later.

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lovelykil · 8 months ago

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IK I KEEP REQUESTING BUT ON THE 8TH COULD U DO A ONE SHOT WHERE KYLE (and the other 3 or other characters if u want idc) CELEBRATE THE READERS BIRTHDAY BC THAT'S MY 16TH BIRTHDAYYYYYYY🩷🖤💜

AND I'M SOOOOO EXCITEDDDDDD🎂🎉🎁

surprise─

kyle x reader

note; happy BIRTHDAY 🎀🎀🎂 @batty4-draculaura also pretend Kyle has a TV in his room 💥💥

"kyle you alright? Your leg is bouncing like crazy."

"I'm fine."

"you su—"

"fuck off"

the ginger stared down his bestfriend with a glare that made stan shrug and return to messing with his guitar strings. Kyle's leg bounced with every thought.. it was strings of different ones, but the occurring one was your birthday.

It was tomorrow and he still had no idea what the hell he wanted to do for you, did you want a big surprise? Or just a small one?

did you want to go somewhere or stay home?

lots of people or just you and him??

CAKE OR NOT?

"auugghhhhh!" Kyle groans out loud, slamming his face down onto Stan's pillows. Stan looks over and snickers, "soo nothing is wrong?"

"fuck OFFFF"

. . .

"you think that's gonna work?" Kyle asks as he makes his way out of the front door. Stan shrugs going to lean against the door frame as he watches Kyle exit his home.

"It's something isn't?" Stan raises his brow, his hands folded to his chest. Kyle stands to process the advice he was given then shrugs just like his friend and hums.

"I guess, it's simple but also romantic. Huh, who knew you could come up with something like that." Kyle teases which gets a reaction from the ravenette, he flips him off shortly after that insult.

kyle smiles and waves him goodbye then sets off to make his friend's advice a reality.

. . .

The next day

it was a normal day at school, the bus came, you hopped in, Kyle joined you and gave you a treat for breakfast well that wasn't particularly normal but you gratefully accepted it anyway.

your friends at school wished you a happy birthday, some giving you a big hug that took you by surprise. Kyle watched beside you with a gentle smile but his mind wandered off again.. he wasn't so sure if you would love his gift.

when school ended you groaned and got on the bus, "Dude look what Tolkien got me, airpods!! Can you believe that?" You took the case from out of the bag to show the ginger. Kyle's eyes widen at such a gift, but then again this was Tolkien so.

"You don't sound so happy about receiving it though?" He passes the gift back to you. You hum, putting it back inside the bag with other gifts. "I am happy it's just such an expensive gift, I'm not that special." Kyle watches you lightly laugh then he looks away.

"oh, but you are.." the teen whispers into the distance as his mind begins to wander once more throughout the bus ride.

"I also got this panda bear from Wendy, it's so cute isn't?"

"oh it is haha."

"mhm." The two of you start your walk to your house, it was normal for him to walk you home but you can't help but feel.. off.

you click your tongue and stop in your tracks. Kyle notices and does the same with a confused expression painted on his face pale face.

"Kyle you've been so weird this whole day, is there something wrong?" He takes a second to process your words, he didn't know it was obvious something was bothering him but it seemed he had no choice but to share his difficulties.

"It's better if I just show you."

"huh?" As soon as you know it he's taking you by the hand, you guys have turned around now heading to his house. Your brows scrunch up trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Once you see that familiar home you guys enter it and head upstairs where then, Kyle lets go of your hand.

he looks at his closed door, seemingly looking very hesitant to open it. You find humor in this and chuckle

"are you gonna turn the knob or.."

"y/n I know it's your birthday and I'm your boyfriend I was supposed to come up with something awesome but.." He pauses then looks over at you. Your laugh ends short and you grow serious, "what are you talking about?"

he sighs, swallows his guilt, and opens the door. The room when open, revealed such an interesting display. He turned his whole room into a mini party one with your favorite snacks on a blanket, a cake of your favorite flavor beside all the snacks, your favorite plushie sitting on his bed with a card leaning against it, and even some birthday balloons were floating around.

it looked like the activity here was to watch your favorite movies judging by the remote sitting nicely on the blanket with all those snacks.

you were in such shock by his cute gesture, that not even a peep was heard when you saw his room you just dropped your bag and covered your mouth.

"oh my gosh kyle.." You manage to finally let out, turning to face him. He was leaning against the now-closed door with his arms crossed, looking conflicted.

"It's so lame I know, I'm sorry.." He mutters, he rubs his face in embarrassment at such a terrible surprise. You walk over to him and guide his hand away from his face, you intertwine your hands with his and look at him straight in the eyes.

"this is the most cutest thing I have ever experienced, you did such a great job please don't beat up yourself. Because I really like it ky." his green eyes seem to light up at your gentle and sincere words.

"you mean it?" He seemed to still be in denial by your words that you leaned in to kiss the worried boy. He fell instantly into the surprise kiss, his lips moved ever so gently with yours as his hand escaped yours to hold your face closer to his. You both smile into the tender and sweet kiss when you pulled away he was a bit sad but still held your face.

"does that answer your question?" You raise a brow with a grin. His pale face was now painted a light red as he nodded at your question. You smile, going in to kiss him once more then pull away.

"well, happy birthday sweetheart."

"awhh thank you, now let's watch some rated r movies"

"with the lights on or—"

"OFF !!"

"loud and clear"

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡 ᯓ★#no proof read im fucming tired #south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader #:33

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bingoboingobongo · 2 years ago

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cod characters alphabet: gratitude

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza

Warnings: none

Prompt: Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

A/N: god why do u have to make me fall in love with every boy i meet

simon "ghost" riley:

guys let's be honest you do not have to tell ghost to be grateful ever

i mean he is the poster child for not taking things for granted, like he is very aware that nothing is promised and things very much can be worse

he is always super duper grateful for anything and everything that you do for him

literally even just liking him or texting him

he's very conscious that he has a lot of flaws and so he's very appreciative that you don't let them hinder your love for him

that being said, he's not the greatest at expressing his gratefulness

he's not really good at expressing his feelings in general, but i'd say it pains him the most that he can't show his gratefulness to you as well as he would like to

he really wants you to know that he recognizes all the things you do but sometimes it can be tough to do

he'll try to mention it casually or be nonchalant about it

but inside he's positively bursting with love for you

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so soap is sorta half and half

like all of these guys he's in the military and he knows not to take things for granted

but sometimes he can just be a little clueless and so if you're doing something really subtle, don't expect him to notice it right away

now if you're doing something bigger than soap definitely notices

he's very vocal about how grateful he is for you and he'll pull you into a hug and tell you how you're "the best thing to happen to him"

he'll usually try to match your act with an act of his own

whether that be through quality time or a gift or date night

he's also just generally really grateful for you, regardless of if you've done anything specific for him recently

he's constantly telling you how lucky he is to have you and how he'll never find anyone as good to him as you are

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so gaz's very observant and so he recognizes all of the little things you do for him

his family raised him to show his gratitude and that's definitely something that stuck with him

so he's very vocal when it comes to thanking you

whenever you do something for him, whether it's big or small, he's quick to tell you thanks as soon as he notices

if you're with him he'll usually give you a peck on the forehead followed by a quick "thanks, love"

or if you're not there he'll text you (or send a voice message) saying thank you

like soap, he also shows his gratitude for you unprompted

he's just thankful that he can call you his and he'll let you know that all the time

whenever you guys are separated he'll do his best to call or text you

and he always finishes out his messages by telling you he loves you and that he's the luckiest person in the world because he gets to call you his

john price:

okay so don't get me wrong price is a very grateful and observant guy

he recognizes all the little things that you do for him and it makes him love you so much more

but he doesn't really express his gratitude explicitly very often

i think part of it just comes from how he was raised and another part comes from him just not really feeling the need to

in his opinion, he expresses his gratitude through his love for you

he's a strong believer that actions are more important than words and so you'll find him showing you his gratitude more than he tells you his gratitude

him lowering the volume of his alarm and only letting it ring once so it doesn't wake you up, remembering how you like your coffee or tea, helping you apply lotion or brushing through your hair after a shower

the little things

that being said, if you tell him that you want him to be more vocal than he will be

he'll always be telling you thank you, how lucky he is to have you, how he probably couldn't get through his day without you

just generally being thankful

alejandro vargas:

okay so alejandro is such a romantic that his heart explodes every time he notices the little things you do for him

again, he knows full well that tomorrow is far from promised and so he wants to do his best to make sure that you understand how thankful he is for you

he's always showing you his gratitude, verbally and through acts

whether that's rubbing your feet after a long day, running you a bath and pampering you when you're going through it, or making you lunches to bring to work when he's home

in terms of how he expresses his gratitude verbally, he does it all sorts of ways

usually in a mix of spanish and english and done so romantically it has you swooning

"you're so good to me princesa, i would buy every star in the galaxy for you"

"you bring so much light into my life, corazón, i would go blind without you"

what can i say he has a way with words

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

okay so rudy's like eternally grateful for you, like you can't even verbalize his love for you

for one he didn't even think he had a chance with someone like you and so he'll never stop being grateful that you gave him a chance

but the thing is, rudy's a little inexperienced in the relationship department and so he can be a little oblivious to the little things

he'll notice it eventually, but it might take him a little while to notice that his towels are always warmed when he gets out of the shower, or that whenever he texts you that he had a bad day there's a meal waiting for him when he gets back home

don't worry though, because he can recognize the big gestures pretty easily

when he does express his gratitude for you, he's very insistent about it (but not in a bad way)

he really wants you to know just how much he's grateful for you and he'll twist himself inside out to do so

he might not have the best way with words but he'll get his message across through sheer eagerness

he'll also do his best to show you his thankfulness through his actions

making you dinner, buying you little trinkets that remind him of you, running to the store in the middle of the night because you said you were hungry

valeria garza:

okay so valeria's very observant so she definitely notices all the little things that you do for her

but like ghost, she's not the best at vocalizing her gratitude to you

but just because she's bad at vocalizing it doesn't mean she's not grateful, because she definitely is

she knows how hard it must be to put up with her and love her, especially because of her career

but you do it anyways and that really does mean the world to her

she'll show you her gratefulness in her own little way though

it's very subtle and you might not even notice it, but she'll try and protect you from danger

she'll tell her dealers not to sell by your work, hire people to watch the streets on your commute home so you don't get attacked

very small things that you might not even notice

when you're asleep, she'll whisper how thankful she is for you while she strokes your head or your back

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graysnetwork · 2 years ago

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So y’all have seen the quagmire audio right? Lemme js whip smtg up rq😋

(Btw this is she/her pronouns but u can obviously read it however)

—

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick X F!Reader

Gaz had taken a liking to you immediately when Captain Price introduced you to him, his love for you growed each and every day. Gaz loved being around you and he found himself being near you at all times no matter what, Price also saw it and began to put you two together in things that didn’t even need pairs for.

But Price could see Kyle’s huge crush on you, he’d even told Laswell, it was so obvious he was completely in love with you but for some reason you couldn’t see it. You were so oblivious.

—

Now he was sitting in a chair questioning if you were alive or not. You two had been assigned a mission two weeks ago. You took a bullet for him and when medics arrived Price made him go back to base and get rest. Price hadn’t given any updates to Kyle, but he told him he could see you if he got sleep.

Kyle was now sitting on a chair in front of a room waiting for Price to come out. He heard the door creeping open and he stood up out of his chair watching as his captain walked out of the room. Price didn’t have any expression of happiness on his face so Kyle only assumed the worse.

“How is she?” Kyle asked, price sighed “she’ll live but.. not in best shape” he told Kyle. “Can I go in, can I go talk to her?” Kyle asked, “Kyle she needs to rest-” Price told him, “No I have to talk to her now, I need to tell her everything-” Kyle said; his eyes getting glossier “whatever you need to to tell her has to wait, she needs to sleep Kyle, you know she does” Price told him, “No, No I have to talk to her now Price” Kyle said; he was a persistent man, especially when it came to things he was passionate about.

“What are you gonna tell her? If it’s really important I’ll let you in-” Price said trying to reason with Kyle until he interrupted him “I need to tell her everything Price, I can’t keep it from her anymore” Kyle said, Price tried saying something, Kyle continued

“I don’t want a woman like Y/N, I want Y/N. She’s perfect, I’ve loved her for years, she’s warm and kind and beautiful. I’ve never been so in love with anyone!” Kyle raised his voice as tears started to come out of his eyes, he couldn’t help it. You could die any moment and you would never know how he truly felt.

Price grabbed him by his biceps and pulled him into a hug as he began to cry, he was muttering so many things into the crook of his neck he couldn’t even understand what Kyle was trying to say.

Once Kyle had calmed down price tried convincing him to go get some rest and come back in the morning. Kyle listened to him and came back the next morning, then the doctors said he could go inside and see you, he walked in seeing your smile; When the doctors had told you “a man named Kyle has come to visit you” you were happier than ever.

“hey y/n” Kyle said softly, “hi Kyle” you said happily to him, he smiled seeing how happy you were to see him. “How do you feel?” He asked you “better” you told him as he sat down bringing the chair in the room closer to your bed, he took your hand and sat there for a while before you spoke

“I heard what you said” you told him “heard what?” He asked you, “oh just about how you have the biggest crush on me” you told him, putting a hand to your heart making it more dramatic. Kyle laughed at you “yeah?” He asked, you looked back at him “but seriously, I heard what you told Price” you told him, he stayed quiet “I like you too Kyle” you told him, his eyes widening a bit.

He stood up out of his chair leaning over your bed to pull you into a kiss, his left hand moving to the side of your cheek as the right one held yours still. Your right hand landing on his bicep. The kiss only lasted a few more seconds before he pulled away.

The both of you stared into each others eyes for a bit before hearing a knock at the door. Price walked in and Kyle immediately stood back up, while his right hand never let go of your hand. “I’m not interrupting anything am I?” Price asked, you giggled a bit and responded “nope, we were just talking”

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#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #call of duty #captain john price #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x you #gaz x reader #john price

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tojisun · 1 year ago

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BIKER!SIMON BIKER!SIMON OMG OMG THIS IS SO HIM PLS IM ACTUALLY SOBBING CAUSE I KNOW HE WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS😭

IM???? LOSING MY MIND???? THIS IS THE SWEETEST IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING the fact that this is the same couple with the handsy backpack is making me vibrate because theyre so fucking cute!!!!!

the helmet bump n then the helmet kiss- oh im so unwell. no yea this is soooo biker!simon

the way it was a spur of the moment until simon sees your wide eyes from behind the helmet, watching him with so much reverence that he realizes you love this :(( so he does it more and does it often.

simon pulls you in through your belt loop, biting his smile at seeing the way you have to tilt your head up, and he knows that you do it so you can see him from behind the helmet but he can’t help but interpret it as you asking for a kiss.

so he does: he bends forward and bumps your helmets together, nuzzling softly like a bunny-kiss, until laughter finally slips from his lips at seeing you blinking at him dazedly. confused at first, then later becoming eager.

you raise your arm to keep holding onto him, not wanting to let go, and simon coos as he repeats the action, this time tapping the mouth of his helmet on yours. he is addicted to the way your face brightens up behind your visor, how your eyes crinkle as you giggle at your helmets kissing.

yeah. this is simon’s favourite thing now.

the first time he does it in front of his friends, he hears kyle sigh and watches as johnny groans before walking away, stomping theatrically as he curses in scottish. simon’s been with johnny enough to know that he’s telling them how worse you and simon have gotten; how he’s sure that simon will never stop ‘kissing’ you now.

simon flips him off even though he’s right.

because if simon couldn’t stop kissing you when you two are off-road, what more now when he’s got you as his little, handsy backpack?

from: soap

> But you know I was just joking right? Because I was. You two are cute.

to: soap

We know. <

aww thank u johnny!! <

That was from my girl. <

from: soap

> I could tell. You’re not that sweet to me.

to: soap

Fuck off. <

#suns.hc #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #THERE ARE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH OH GOD THIS IS TOO GOOD #anon #ask #suns

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my-own-walker · 1 year ago

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hiiiiii can you do a predeath kyle smut??? take any direction u want i trust you

I'm Freaking Out In My Mind

note: i apologize for how long this took i totally lost this ask in my inbox wtf!

summary: another party, another weekend, and another drink for Y/N, but she can't shake this feeling about one kyle spencer. and, inexplicably, he won't stop looking in her direction.

warnings: p in v, fem!reader, hand stuff, kinda drunk teens

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'A guy I kind of hate is here,' I shouted, already pretty drunk. We'd only been at our friend's party for an hour.

'Huh?' Lily yelled back.

I shuffled closer to my best friend and leaned into her, putting my mouth next to her ear. It was admittedly impossible to hear over the deafening rap music playing in the basement. 'I said: a guy I kind of hate is here.'

'Who?' she gasped, raising her eyebrows and turning quickly to face me. She always loved drama.

'Fuckin' Kyle Spencer,' I slurred. The crowded basement shifted, causing people to begin to bump into each other. The guy standing next to me stepped back into my arm. Losing my footing, I stumbled into Lily, nearly pulling her over. Her drink collided with my chest, and a little bit spilled down my shirt. 'I should NOT have had that last beer.'

Lily laughed uncontrollably at my clumsiness. 'We should get out of here,' she giggled, grabbing my forearm.

'Nooooo,' I whined. 'We only just got here.'

'Let's at least go upstairs, okay?' she bargained, pulling me toward her. We weaved through the throngs of people to the painted wooden stairs. I could almost feel how unstable they were under my feet as Lily and I trudged upwards.

I'm not sure what compelled me to do it, but I looked back over the crowded basement as I reached the top of the staircase. My eyes scanned the faces before meeting Kyle Spencer's. I blinked, unsure if I was imagining him staring at me. Before I could even process it, though, Lily tugged my arm harder, urging me to finish my ascent.

It took us a little bit to find a quieter place to settle on the house's main floor. There was a little nook in the living room near the front door. I leaned against the wall, while Lily made a side table a makeshift seat.

Lily was my best-friend-turned-roommate at Tulane University. Well, actually, roommate-turned-best-friend-turned roommate. We'd known each other since our freshman year. We got paired up at random to room together in the dorms. The rest is history.

We weren't huge partiers. We went out when we needed to, like this night, for example. Our friend Leon decided to host a blowout party for his birthday and asked us to attend. He was afraid no one would show up, but quite the contrary was the reality. It seemed as though the entire school had shown up.

'What was it you were saying about Kyle earlier?' Lily asked, taking a sip out of her red solo cup.

'Oh, yeah,' I began. 'I saw Kyle Spencer here. He's in my German class. He's in like Alpha Kappa Kappa or something.'

'Kappa Lambda Gamma. Leon's frat,' Lily corrected.

'Oh shit! That's why he's here,' I replied, mouth agape. There was something about him that made my stomach do flips. Seeing him here was a shock, and I wasn't sure it was a pleasant feeling. I couldn't lie to myself. Kyle was really attractive. He had a kind smile and seemed genuine, but something about him put me off.

'Well, anyways,' I continued, 'I was put in a group project with him and he did like...no work. I think he thinks he's above everything. He just epitomizes all of the worst parts of every frat guy. Cocky, kinda cute, probably rich or something-''

'Uh, wait, shut up a sec,' Lily snapped.

'What?' Lily pulled me closer to her and cupped her mouth to whisper.

'He's like, right there,' she warned, pointing to her right. I shifted my gaze slightly, spotting the blonde boy on the opposite side of the room. His eyes flicked up and met mine again, before returning to his cell phone.

'Lily, you're gonna think I'm crazy, but I swear that motherfucker keeps looking at me,' I said in a hushed tone.

'Yeah?' she challenged. 'No more alcohol for you then...' She took my cup out of my hand and poured the contents into her own.

'No, I swear,' I urged. 'He was looking at me when we walked up the stairs just now.'

'Why would he be doing that?' Lily questioned.

'Damn, I don't know. I mean, I wasn't exactly nice to him when he did no work in German class,' I explained. 'Maybe he hates me now. I just wanted a good grade on the project. It's not my fault he was uncooperative.'

'Maybe he likes you,' Lily teased.

'Oh, as if. Get crucial. He either hates me or he can't figure out who I am,' I groaned. As if on cue, someone cleared their throat behind me. Shivers went down my spine. I turned my head and was met with the most piercing brown-eyed gaze.

'Hey Kyle,' Lily greeted, standing from her side table chair.

'Hi. Uh- mind if I steal Y/N from you for a sec?' Kyle smiled.

'Not at all,' she replied, pushing my arm lightly as she walked away. I cast a pleading look in her direction, but she didn't see. Turning my attention to Kyle, I said a quiet prayer that he wasn't about to yell at me or something.

'I've been trying to talk to you all night,' he spoke lowly, looking deep into my eyes.

'Me? Why?' I stammered. I looked quickly to my left, hoping to find comfort in Lily's presence nearby, but instead, she was nowhere to be found.

'I just feel like I need to get to know you or something,' he explained. 'We got off on the wrong foot.'

'I- like, I'm sorry I'm just a bitch about my grades and-'

'No, no,' he interrupted. 'Don't worry about it. I get it. I can tell you why I acted like that in class.'

'Oh, you can, can you?' I challenged, leaning back against the wall again, slightly more comfortable with the interaction.

'Yeah. Honestly, I hate that fucking professor,' he laughed. 'It's hard to want to try in that garbage class.'

'I don't disagree with you on that,' I giggled. 'Gotta take it, though.'

'Damn you, language requirement,' he declared, shaking his fist in the air. I laughed harder than I wanted to at that. I had never seen him so animated.

'It's definitely a drag.'

'Do you wanna, I don't know, maybe go somewhere more quiet?' Kyle suggested. 'That sounds creepy, I just mean-'

'No, yeah, I'd like that,' I grinned.

Kyle and I elected to walk to my apartment. It was the closer out of the two of our places to the party. I shot Lily a text on the way there, letting her know what was going on.

We got to my place and settled in on the couch. I turned on some music to ease any tension, but it seemed unnecessary. His charm was really working on me, as embarrassed as I was to admit it to myself. Our conversation on the way to my apartment flowed so naturally. He made me laugh until my sides hurt.

'This is a nice couch,' he muttered, running his hands over the upholstery next to him. I cackled loudly.

'Yeah?' I laughed. 'I stole it off the side of the road. Cleaned it, of course. Loved the color. Purple's my favorite.'

'It's soft, I don't know,' he giggled. 'I'm just a fan of couches.' He shifted uncomfortably and shook his head at himself.

'You're insane,' I chuckled. We sat in silence for a second, just looking at each other. The question on my brain was killing me, so I broke the silence to ask. 'So, Kyle. What's your game here?'

'Game?'

'We have not said more than two words to each other over half the semester, but somehow, you're in my house. On my couch,' I explained. 'Why are you suddenly talking to me tonight? And why is it working?'

'Listen, Y/N,' he began, leaning forward to better meet my eyes. 'I'm so tired of the frat act. This is going to sound weird, but I felt like I wouldn't be able to win you over.'

'What do you mean?'

'I'm some blonde guy that wears frat polos and khakis. I hang around with douchebags,' he continued. 'You're, like, so fucking cool. You're so above all of the college social politics. The bullshit I deal with every day.' I couldn't help but scoff at his words. I pulled my feet up from the ground to sit cross-legged on the sofa and turned to face Kyle entirely.

'You got me all wrong,' I urged. 'I just get up, go to class, and come back here. I'm not trying to be some sort of edgy mysterious bitch.'

'No, that's not what I'm saying. God, I think this is the alcohol speaking, but I don't care,' Kyle interrupted. 'You're cool without trying. That's the thing. You just have it all figured out. And I know you're above all the frat garbage. You know it, too. I see the way you look through me.'

'Kyle, that's not-'

'I wanna be someone you've never seen before,' Kyle professed, leaning forward to put a hand on my knee. 'I want you to know the guy behind what you see.'

I will admit that I hadn't given Kyle the time of day. His aloofness in class, coupled with his style of dress and fraternity status made me turn my nose up entirely at him. Did he not help in class? Or did my inner feelings toward him make themselves clear, stifling him in turn?

'Gosh, I'm sorry, Kyle,' I spoke, barely audible. I cleared my throat, placed my hand over his, and continued. 'I think you're lovely.'

'You do?' he replied, taken aback.

'Tonight has been really great. You're really great,' I added. 'No guy has made me laugh like you have.' I leaned into his face and pressed my lips to his. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths started playing. Kyle relaxed into my touch and scooted closer to me, wrapping his arms around me.

'I was so scared you'd reject me,' Kyle giggled, pulling away. 'I was freaking out in my mind, sure you'd laugh in my face.'

'Dang, I must've been a bitch in your imagination,' I chuckled, proceeding to reconnect my lips with his. He leaned forward even more, guiding me to lay back, positioning himself on top of me. I pulled at the hem of his shirt, encouraging him to take it off. He pulled the fabric off smoothly and threw it across the room.

Kyle's body was way more athletic than I had imagined. The muscles in his toned shoulders were apparent. His biceps were large and the veins in his arms protruded oh-so deliciously. His strong hands found their way to my top, and without thinking, I sat up slightly to tug it off.

Suddenly feeling exposed, being in just my bra in the front room, I stopped kissing Kyle. 'We should move to my room,' I whispered. 'Just in case my roommate comes home.'

'I don't know that I can wait,' he rumbled, stooping down to pepper kisses up and down my neck. It was in my best interest to protest, but the feeling of his soft lips upon my breasts put me in a trance. I felt my way down to his pants and palmed his erection through the fabric. He whimpered at the touch.

I undid the fastens on the pants, and Kyle took the work of pulling them off of himself. I took that time to take my own jeans off, tossing them behind me. He stopped to regard me in just my underwear. He chuckled and shook his head.

'What?'

'You're so fucking hot,' he breathed. I continued kissing him and put my hand down his boxers.

'Okay?' I asked. He nodded in reply, inhaling sharply when my fingers wrapped around his cock. I pumped his erection, reveling in his moans and whines.

'Fuck,' he spat. I removed contact, making Kyle grunt loudly.

'One sec,' I whispered, reaching back to the side table next to the couch. I fumbled with the drawer, opening it to grab a spare condom. I handed it over with a smirk. 'For you.'

'Thank god you remembered,' he sighed. He slid his boxers down and opened the package with his teeth, guiding the rubber over his member. Then, he pulled my panties down and guided my legs apart. I yelped when I felt his dick enter me. It was much larger than I anticipated.

'You okay?' he panted, beginning to hit his stride.

'Mmhmm,' I affirmed through gritted teeth. I threw my head back, feeling my walls tighten around him. His thrusts got deeper, hitting the innermost parts of me. We both grunted, gasped, and moaned at the contact.

‘Shit, I’m gonna come,’ Kyle groaned. He stroked a few more times before coming with a whimper. I felt warm spread in my middle. He pulled out and stood to clean up. I laid on the couch for a moment, watching his toned back ripple as he pulled his boxers back on.

He handed me my own underpants upon his return, a shy grin on his face, and a pink flush in his cheeks. I chuckled at him as I slid them back on.

I stood to meet him, kissing him again. ‘You wanna, uh, go to my room now?’ I proposed. ‘You can sleep over.’

‘God, Y/N Y/L/N inviting me to stay,’ Kyle said, shaking his head. ‘I cant believe this is my life.’ He kissed me again, wrapping me tightly in his warm embrace.

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This was supposed to be done last night but whatever I forget and I lose track!!

#evan peters #evan peters fic #ahs #evan peters x female reader #evan peters x reader #evan peters oneshot #kyle spencer imagine #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x y/n #kyle spencer #ahs coven

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another-blog-about-miis · 4 months ago

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Kyle's Goodbye Letter [TW SUICIDE]

[This is in the Wii Traps You AU]

Jonathan comes home from work, it's a sunny day on a Wednesday afternoon, Will is at his after school program, while Mike is working till 9pm. Kyle is usually the only one home before everyone else on those Wednesday afternoons.

"Kyle! I'm home!" Jonathan shouts as he opens the front door and hangs his coat.

He gets no response.

"That's odd, Kyle always responds, sometimes even comes to greet me. Ehh he could be taking a nap or he's listening to music." Jonathan thinks to himself.

He puts down his bag and walks towards the bedroom Kyle and Will share. He sees the door is closed like usual. Jonathan knock twice and waits for a response.

He gets no response.

"Kyle?" Jonathan asks.

He sighs when he yet again gets no response.

"I'm coming in!"

Jonathan opens the door and sees Kyle laying in front of him tv.

"Hey sleepyhe-" Jonathan freezes.

Jonathan's eyes widen, Kyle's wist are covers in cuts. Blood pouring out, staining the carpet Kyle lays on.

Jonathan rushes over and tries to shake Kyle wake. Kyle is cold to the touch.

"KYLE!? HONEY WAKE UP! PLEASE WAKE UP! Jonathan desperately pleads as tears start to run down his face.

"KYLE, PLEASE! Y-YOU HAVE WAKE U-UP!" Jonathan's pleads get more desperate.

Jonathan slowly stops, his breath is very shaky as his eyes look over Kyle.

"Pale skin...c-cold to touch...bleeding...no heart beat...."

"N-No...p-please.." He chokes on his words.

Jonathan then sees something from the corner of his eyes

He find a paper on the floor that's stained with tears and blood...

Hello, if you're reading this. I'm guessing I finally did it, I finally got the courage to let myself be free from this shitty world. Or maybe you found this is my closet while snooping, Will >:(

If this is my dads, it was not your fault. There was nothing you could do to help me anymore. I love you two very much and I'm glad you two raised me, I'm sorry I turned out to be such a disappointment. I couldn't do anything right, I always got bad grades, I was a social reject. But somehow you guys always stayed by my side and loved me, I must of been so tiring to deal with and I'm so sorry you had to have me as your son. I wish I could've been something better, someone you could of been proud of but no, you got stuck with me! I know William will make you two proud and that you'll finally get a child that is worthy of your love.

If this is Will, I'm sorry we didn't get along so well during your first few months here. It was tough for me, but I know it was even harder for you. I do see you as my brother, even if we didn't grow up together. You are an amazing person in your own way, you've grown so much from since I first met you. You don't bully others anymore and you've grown more comfortable in your own skin. I know life has been so hard for you and I'm so proud of the progress you've made! Please make sure you know that Dad and Papa are proud of you, because they do love you very much, and please be there for them after I'm gone! And one last request and I'm sorry for this, but please don't let anything happen to the Wii! Sam cared about it so very much and since she's been gone I've made sure it's safe. I know it might seem like a silly request, but please do!

To anyone reading this. I'm leaving this god awful planet for everyone sake, I'm so useless and worthless I'm just a waste of space of a human being. I DON'T EVEN FEEL HUMAN MOST TIMES! I wasn't born a person I could be proud of! My own birth has caused pain to my dad! My poor mom who I never gotten to know died because of me! I feel so bad for causing my dad so much pain and hardship! For fucks sake we had to move because of me! BECAUSE I WAS BULLIED FOR BEING TRAUMATIZED AND FOR BEING TRANS. I just wish I could've been something. Something worth living. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I was born, I'm so sorry I'm so weak and ugly. I used to love being alive but now I can't fucking handle it! My girlfriend died and I can't handle the loss! I miss Sam so fucking much it hurts! The only things I have of hers is the Wii and the many photos of us on my phone. Last week I visited her mom just so I could stand in Sam's room. It felt so empty and that something took all the joy for it. Roxanne said she can't even go into her daughters room, that she can't handle it. All my memories of us together are now tainted with sadness and anger, ANGER THAT I COULDN'T SAVE HER! I know there was nothing I could do, but I just wish I could've. But instead I had to watch her get electrocuted and her hear screams, oh god her screams are engraved into my head, she sounded so scared and she sounded like she was in so much pain! I held her close after she got shocked and sobbed my eyes out. I held her so tight, I didn't want to let go, I held her until her mom came home and yanked her out of my arms and called 911. I can not get those memories out of my head.

I can't handle this anymore. I got my pocket knife and I'm gong to slit my wrists, I deserve this. There's nothing for me to live for anyways. So please, Dad, Papa, William or even Nathan if you somehow got a hold this letter, take care of yourself. I love you all very much.

I'm sorry, goodbye.

Jonathan stands there, unable to move for what feel like ages. Until his legs gives out and he falls to his knees, dropping the letter. His breath gets extremely shaky as a whimpering sounding sob escapes his mouth.

"M-My baby...No...WHY!?"

He covers his face with his hand as he begins to loudly sob.

The tv starts to flicker but Jonathan pays no mind to it for his sobs are too loud...

[I was gonna post this on Wattpad but I wanted to wait until I finished writing a certain fic so I'm posting it here]

#wii deleted you #wdy #wii deleted you sam #wdy sam #wii deleted you kyle #wii deleted you jonathan #wii deleted you mike #wii deleted you will #tw suicide #tw blo0d #writing #fanfic

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noirvette · 2 years ago

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WE NEVER EXISTED

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[FOUR]

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You couldn't shake off this feeling of unease. You had no idea when it started tonight but ever since midway through the concert you've been sort of on your off game. Like something wasn't right. Normally you'd have gone to Kyle about this, recently whenever you felt uneasy you'd go to him, Kyle understood and was always willing to help you out.

However Kyle was gone, having left earlier, almost right away after the concert ended. So now you had no one to talk to, sure Wendy would be the next easiest to talk too, but you didn't want to bother her with your silly moods.

As you check twitter and text Kenny for a bit, Stan knocks at the back of the trailer before turning to the rest of you guys, "Alright guys! First successful mini tour is officially over and we had an amazing turn out tonight, how we feeling?" A chorus of excitement from everyone including you pipes up at that. The sense of unease finally draining away from you for a bit.

As you all talk about the exciting concert you guys held, a stomach growls loudly, quieting everyone.

"Uh.. well, I'm feeling kind of hungry right now actually." Clyde sheepishly mentions as his stomach loudly growls again. Bebe clasps her hands together loudly, "Red Lobster! I have been craving those cheddar biscuits for MONTHS now, can we please go!"

"Uh, yeah I suppose, any issues with Red Lobster guys?" Stan replies, looking at everyone. As the excitement dies down, your feeling of dread comes back and you groan internally, deciding to just bail on the rest of them.

You scratch the side of your arm awkwardly, "you know.. I think I'm going to head off to the hotel for the night, I'm pretty tired you know? Kyle's already gone off to make sure our new rooms are situated yeah?"

Stan nods, "yeah he texted me about 15 minutes ago saying our rooms are all situated and ready for u-", Clyde abruptly cuts off Stan, "we got new rooms? When?" Stan groans in annoyance at the interruption.

"This morning idiot, but there was some issues with rooming so Kyle left early to make sure all was good after the concert. You would know this if you didn't have your phone on do not disturb for two hours." Nichole sighs, head held in her hands.

"Damn."

"Either way, your rooms are ready now which is good! Better than being stranded, and we'll see you in the morning Y/n, yeah?" Wendy turns to you, putting her coat on.

"Yeah, oh can you bring me back some biscuits of my own though and uhhhh... those tacos they got?" You quickly shoot a text to Kyle asking what he wants, "..and Kyle says he would like the crab linguini pasta."

"And now who's paying for you and Kyle, missy?" Clyde sasses, hands on his hips with a raised eyebrow.

"You." You retorted, "I'll venmo you if you do it and I'll buy you those pink lemonades that you love so much."

"Deal." You and Clyde shake hands to seal it.

As you all started heading your respective ways, Stan calls out to you and you turn around confused seeing him run after you, "What's up?"

"I forgot my wallet with Kyle, so I'm gonna head off with you to grab it and meet them later." Stan explains, you nod your head and the two of you walk off towards your hotel. Thanking the stars that you don't have to walk back to the hotel in the dark alone.

From outside the concert building, a pair of eyes watch as you and Stan walk off before following.

Just as you and Stan reach the outside the hotel you abruptly stop and look around you. Stan, now a little bit ahead of you, turns to look at you. "Y/n?"

Instead of responding you look behind you only to see that nothing is there. However, you can't shake off the feeling that someone is around you, that someone is watching you intently. The feeling is intense and it causes you to stay grounded to where you stand. Unable to move.

You've been having this sense of dread follow you since you left the venue, the feeling isn't new either. All night you've had this unmistakable feeling wash over you. In fact it's the same feeling you've had at every. single. concert. Something or someone was watching you. You just knew it.

The stupid idiotic feeling that someone was following you pissed you off greatly. You wanted to believe Kyle in that nothing was actually happening and it was just nerves from the concert wearing off, but you really... really couldn't believe him at this moment. It was almost as if you were experiencing everything in slow motion and nothing was making any sense.

All Stan saw was you just staying still, frantically looking around every few seconds, he couldn't make heads or tails about what you were doing. It seemed almost surreal seeing you so freaked out, in the near 12 years Stan's known you, he's NEVER seen you act this way. All Stan can do is call out to you, feeling somewhat exasperated at your behavior

"...? /n? ..."Y/n!" You turn your head to look at Stan who's been calling your name for a while now with annoyance written all over his face, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Fear. Fear is usually described as an unpleasant emotion, the belief that something or someone is dangerous. Fear is not a belief nor unpleasant. Fear is horrible, fear is gut wrenching, fear is real. It eats up at you and it shakes you to your very core. It takes ahold of you and makes you it's prisoner.

Fear.. is what you felt as you stared at Stan. No...

No.

...

No..not at Stan.

At the guy behind him.

He was here, in front of you, behind Stan. Between you and the hotel.

And you had no where to run.

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crappymixtape · 2 years ago

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something infinite • part seven

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART SEVEN I ‘ L L P R O M I S E I ‘ L L P I N K Y S W E A R

part seven of something infinite – steve tries to decide what it is he wants, to keep burying everything down deep and keep it locked away or crack open his chest and trust you with his heart | ( 4.1k, angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U L Y 1 9 8 7 🎶 i’ll be here, joel ansett

“Not here?”

“C’mon, Steve. Don’t make me say it again.”

“But, I’ve tried—“

“It’s just not a good time.”

“Please, I—“

“Steve.”

“Okay. Alright. Just, here,” Steve handed over a stuffed bear to Jonathan who took it gently. “It took me til the fair closed, but–” he stopped, realizing Jonathan probably didn’t care about the inside joke Steve shared with you, and shook his head.

Jonathan gave Steve a small, hesitant smile, maybe a promise to give it to you, and as he turned to leave Hop appeared in the doorway. Steve’s stomach lurched, but the grizzly bear of a man grunted a piss poor noise of reassurance.

“I’m not gonna bite,” he grumbled, “C’mere.” He clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and pushed him to the porch swing, leaning against the railing as the boy sat down. “Take it you didn’t fix it, huh?” his voice was gravely, but a bit softer than usual and Steve’s brows knitted together in frustration.

“Think I made it worse to be honest,” the boy confessed, unsure of why he was being honest with the man in front of him. Maybe it was the look of pity on his face.

“Probably,” Hop pulled a cigarette out of the pocket over his chest, wedging it in his mouth as he dug around for his lighter. “We all fuck it up at some point, just a matter of how bad you wanna fix it.” The man finally found the Bic in his jeans pocket. Lighting the cigarette he took a slow drag and glanced down at Steve, “You wanna fix it, Harrington?”

Steve scoffed, “Well, yeah.”

“Okay. Then own up to your shit. Apologize,” Hop shot him a stern look before blowing smoke off over his shoulder, and then his expression shifted. Softer somehow. “Look, I know it hasn’t been easy for you. Your dad–” he drifted off and shook his head, “–but not everybody knows that, huh?” He raised his brows, prodding Steve forward and the boy nodded before dropping his gaze to his feet. Hop took another drag. “Tommy, Kyle, those shitheads are only gonna keep gettin’ you into trouble.”

The man stepped forward and grabbed hold of the boy’s chin, tilting it roughly from side-to-side, inspecting the now yellowing bruise below his eye, the one on his jaw. Steve didn’t pull away, but he felt his chest tighten. Guilt. Regret.

“You keep hangin’ around with them–” Hop let Steve’s chin go, “–and everyone else is gonna leave.”

The boy huffed a sigh, folding over to rest his elbows on his thighs, burying his face into his hands. His voice was muffled when he finally spoke up, “Think I took care of that at the fair.”

“Good. Keep it that way,” Hop took one more drag, a hasty exhale of smoke, and then ground out the cigarette in the ashtray on the railing. Stepping in toward the boy he put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “You gotta figure yourself out. What you want. Not what your dad wants. Not what Tommy wants. Not even what I want,” he let out a bark of a laugh, “Though I’d appreciate you not stealin’ my rig again.”

Steve pulled his head away from his hands and rolled his eyes.

Hop’s expression hardened again. Tough and sure. “I’m serious. About my rig, but more so about all the stuff before that. You try and fit other people’s expectations and Steve Harrington ain’t gonna exist anymore. Least not the one I know. The one I see with the kids. The one in here,” Hop pushed a couple fingers hard into Steve’s chest, tapped on his heart, and shook his head. “Figure it out, kid,” and with that he went back inside, screen door slapping behind him on the frame leaving Steve alone on the porch to figure it out.

Joyce knew. She was the one who’d heard you come home crying, heard your door slam, heard from Hop. She’d been through her own share of heartbreak and it always got worse before it got better and you were right smack in the middle of worse. So she gave you time. Gave you space. Gave you a break from the library. Gave Steve what little encouragement she could when he came in to do his hours.

The first time she saw him after everything she knew it would be okay because he was miserable. Worse than she’d ever seen him. Wading through things, more drowning than swimming, but damn if he wasn’t trying. He asked after you every single day for almost a week and she’d always tell him you needed time, that you’d come around, and he never pushed despite how much it killed him.

She was like everyone else, giving him the benefit of the doubt, but – like everyone else – she could afford to. She knew. She knew what Gary Harrington was like, knew all too well what it felt like to get yelled at, to get hammered on. Knew what it was like to be a verbal punching bag and for it to have happened to Steve, especially so young, her heart ached for him.

Of course it didn’t excuse his actions, didn’t make up for how he’d hurt you. She’d said her piece in frustration after Hop recounted the evening, but she understood. She understood and knew it was difficult, knew it was complicated, and so she tried to encourage Steve to do something about it. Like Hop had. Like Robin and Nancy did. Like you would. And he wanted to, he knew he wanted to, but it took time to work through things and as he clocked in and out of his shifts at the library that week without you time flew.

The day had started off gloomy. Clouds heavy and billowing and dark in the sky. The air thick and charged. Electric. A storm coming. The kind where you felt it before it happened. Could smell the rain before it fell.

Steve had just finished his shift and piled into his car to leave, but before he could back out, Joyce appeared at his window motioning for him to roll it down.

“Hey, d’you need me to stay a little later?”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you hon, but no. Hop just called. Wanted me to tell you he cut Fridays off your schedule. Just twelve hours a week now, so you can take the day tomorrow.”

Steve’s mouth dropped open into a little ‘o’, “Was nice of him.”

“Well, you’ve been really helpful with covering things, so I told him maybe you deserved to have a little bit of your summer back,” she gave him a smile. A small one. Like she knew something he didn’t and gave his arm a soft pat before hurrying back inside the library.

Little bit of his summer back, but one less day with you. If you ever decided to show up again. Despite what should’ve been good news, Steve’s lips pulled down into a frown and he shifted his car into reverse, rolling out of the lot and down the road home. He didn’t bother with a tape and just let the radio play Freddie Mercury’s voice for a minute before it slowly bled into the next song.

You with the sad eyes, don’t be discouraged, oh I realize. It’s hard to take courage in a world full of people you can lose sight of it all, the darkness inside you can make you feel so small.

Steve felt his heart start to pound in his chest as he drove, window open, thick summer air wrapping around him. He could hear your voice singing along in the car, the sound of your laughter squeezing his chest tight.

But I see your true colors shining through, I see your true colors and that’s why I love you, so don’t be afraid to let them show. Your true colors, true colors, are beautiful like a rainbow.

Raindrops began to fall then. Small at first as they hit the windshield, slow and warm, and he felt the air through the open window turn muggy. Drawing everything in. Like it was waiting to exhale and as he turned down your street, his street, he realized he couldn’t do it anymore.

He rolled right past his house, pulling into your driveway instead, and as he jumped out of the car the sky opened up. A breathy sigh. Tears of relief. Huge raindrops falling heavy on the hood of his BMW, the gravel in the driveway, the metal roof of the house.

It was only a few yards to the porch, but Steve was soaked in the seconds it took to run across the yard, shoes wet and trailing prints behind him as he took the front steps in one go.

Lightning cracked the sky in two. Thunder rumbling across the sky. Making the windows shake in their frames and Steve felt it deep down in his chest. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he reached the door, lifting a hand to knock, once, twice, three times. Waiting. Holding his breath. Praying.

When you’d heard the door you didn’t know who to expect. Maybe Robin? She’d been stopping by at least once a day to check on you, bringing you all kinds of candy and trashy magazines and movies, stuff to keep your mind off things.

Keep your mind off Steve.

At first all you could do was replay the moment in your head. Dumping your soda. Tommy laughing. The feeling in the pit of your stomach when Steve didn’t stand up for you. The wrecked look on his face after, all bruised and lip split.

You told yourself you didn’t have to feel sorry for him. Told yourself he did it all on his own. That he had to sit in it because who would do that? Who would do that to someone they cared about? Of course it was more complicated, a winding, twisted thing with layers that hadn’t been peeled back yet, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

After you finished crying. After you got over wanting to throw things at the wall. When the feeling of Steve’s arms around your waist overcame the feeling of cold, sticky soda on your skin, Nancy’s words had spiraled around in your head.

He’s sweet, it’s just not easy for him at home.

Give him a chance.

He’s got a big heart, he just needs someone who isn’t going to break it.

Hot sun, tangerine bikinis, smoke and skunky weed and the glittering water of the lake.

I can be asshole, I’m sorry.

Steve grinning at you through the window of his car and the words you’d promised.

I’ll go easy on you.

The confidence he’d had.

I won’t need it!

And he didn’t, at least not as the ferris wheel spun you both under the inky black sky. Not as he held you steady when you were afraid. Not as he kissed you all sweet and warm and summer. But maybe he needed it now, he just didn’t know it.

You opened the door barefoot with a can of soda in your hand and a lopsided smile on your face, “Robin, Cherry Coke is just as bad as regular–”

But it wasn’t Robin.

Standing there on your porch, soaked from head to toe, was an obnoxious boy. Hair wet and stuck messy across his forehead, shirt clinging tight to his skin, rain dripping off the tip of his nose, chest heaving and brows knitted together in remorse and guilt. Your hand moved to shut the door, but he caught it with his shoe.

“Wait!” came out too quick, desperate, and then, “Please.”

You struggled, an internal war waged on yourself over whether or not to let him in again. To your home. Your heart. Sucking a breath in you felt your pulse quicken at your neck, your heart fluttering and frantic, a bird trying to escape the confines of your ribcage and you decided no. Not on the first count anyway and you walked him firmly back out onto the porch.

“You suck,” came out simple, sharp, meant to cut.

“I know, I–”

“No. Like. Royally. You’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.”

He clamped his mouth shut and looked down at his wet shoes, another clap of thunder rumbling against your eardrums.

“I know,” he said again, quiet, defeated.

“So? What’re you gonna do about it?” You crossed your arms over your chest, a silent line of defense, lips firmed into a line. Rain started falling impossibly harder, the assault of water on the metal roof above you loud and scratchy like static and Steve practically had to yell over the sound of it.

“I’m sorry. I fucked up and you deserve so much better than any of that.”

“I know,” you echoed him, but the feeling of your heart squeezing in your chest pushed you further. “I liked you. Really liked you, you know that?” a disbelieving laugh escaped you and you roughed your hands over your face.

“Liked?” Steve’s voice cracked as he looked over at you, rain trailing down the line of his jaw, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. Warm honey and caramel replaced with pools of deep maple, edged in damp lashes.

“You left me! While those assholes ran their mouths you didn’t say anything. Not one word,” you didn’t shy away from him, voice shaking.

“And it was wrong, I’m a coward for it,” he took a step toward you and you took a step back. He let out a sigh and pushed a hand through his wet hair, resigned at first, but then his eyes flicked up from the floor to meet yours. Searching, working through something. Shifting on his feet he held your gaze, “Let me make it right.”

You didn’t say anything, at least not right away, and let his words settle with the rain that was gathering at the bottom of the downspouts.

“Please,” he asked, taking another step forward, but this time you stayed put.

“I don’t know how you can, but–”

“I can. I will or–or I’ll try,” he stuttered through his words, but didn’t give you any time to respond before turning to run back down the steps and into the rain. “Meet me at the skate park tomorrow, noon!” he called over his shoulder.

Climbing into his car to drive the couple of blocks down the street back to his place, Steve left you on the porch with your thoughts. As rain dumped overhead the little embers in your chest surprised you, flickering to life, giving you just the tiniest bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, Steve Harrington wasn’t an asshole.

Your skateboard wheels thudded blunt against the rough pavement as you pushed down the road. The sun was already making everything too warm and sticky, tiny beads of sweat clinging to your forehead, and you wished you’d taken Will up on the soda.

The day, despite being hot, felt fresh. Like the wash of rain had cleared everything away, like it was letting you start over and while you didn’t want to get your hopes up you really wanted Steve to be right. He hadn’t wanted to ‘fix’ it, didn’t make you listen to excuses, wasn’t begging or groveling.

Let me make it right.

After he’d left the day before you’d immediately called Robin.

“’Make it right?’ What does that even mean?”

“I dunno, maybe he’ll bring you flowers or candy,” Robin was oddly quiet, humming through your questions and conversation like she was waiting for you to change the subject. Did she know something?

Next on your list were Nancy and Jonathan and they were just as odd. Jonathan was talking too much and Nancy just kept shaking her head and mumbling under her breath, but Eddie. Eddie was the giveaway that something was up.

“What? Steve? Nothing, nope. Definitely nothing happening there. At all. With that, uh, situation.” Not one of them gave you anything to go off of.

Your stomach was twisted in a knot, heart pounding not only from the effort of skating, but from the anticipation of what was or wasn’t to come. As your board hit the gravel at the edge of the parking lot you kicked it up into your hand and tucked it under your arm, cursing yourself for not having a watch. How much longer til noon? You could hear Dustin, Time for you to get a watch, God! A huff of a laugh escaped you and you shook your head. Maybe you did need one.

The park was mostly empty, only a couple of older kids in the halfpipe, but you didn’t bother dropping in. Being this anxious meant you’d have piss poor focus and coordination and you’d probably just eat shit, the last thing you needed. So you posted up at one of the few picnic tables that had shade and waited. Eyes on the parking lot.

Time dragged, like you were wading through molasses, and you wondered for a minute if maybe he wouldn’t come. Maybe he’d stand you up. Make your decision for you by leaving you there with nothing. The thought made the knot in your stomach twist tighter and your leg started to jiggle under the table.

Why am I even here? He’s not gonna show. I should leave.

You felt your legs lift you from the bench, the instinct to run driving you away, but then you heard it. Wheels crunching on gravel and you looked over at the parking lot to see Steve’s BMW shift into park, but right behind it was a truck you didn’t recognize. What the hell? But then the truck door opened and it hit you. Tall, brown hair, cheeks covered dense in freckles.

Tommy.

You felt like you were going to throw up.

Steve met Tommy at his truck and they talked for just a minute before crossing the field to where you were waiting. Your heart was hammering in your chest, knot in your stomach twisting impossibly tighter, and god you’d wished you’d asked Robin or Jonathan to come with you.

As they got closer you could see what they’d done to each other after you’d left that night, a conversation had with fists, bruises lingering on both boys. Steve was a little worse than Tommy, but not by much and when they both finally reached the picnic table you had to remind yourself not to run in the opposite direction. You climbed up onto the table top, board upside down under your feet while the boys settled on standing, facing each other just in front of you in the dead, dry grass.

Steve glanced over at you quickly, a tentative look, a check-in, and you felt your nerves settle a bit, but your heart had other things to say. You were still mad at him, god you were mad, but you wanted so badly to fling your arms around him and just let the sun swallow you both up.

“The fuck is this Harrington? Why is Byers here?” Tommy brought you hurtling back to the present and he shot a scowl at you, the bruise on his cheek all faded plums and mottled yellow.

“Just shut up and listen,” Steve’s voice was firm, but cautious, toeing a line. Tommy didn’t say anything, but he also didn’t make any moves to leave. “First, you owe an apology,” Steve nodded toward you and waited, looking expectantly at the boy opposite him.

“An apology? For what? For running into me? For being a klut–”

“For being a dick, Tommy.” Steve cut him off and took a step toward him. They leveled each other for a minute, quietly measuring things up, and your stomach lurched uncomfortably. Then Tommy shook his head and tossed his gaze off away from you both, your ears catching a muttered fuck.

Tommy jammed his tongue into his cheek and as he shifted on his feet you didn’t find him as intimidating as he’d been on the fourth. He looked smaller here. Younger. His mouth was twisted into a frown when his eyes finally flicked up to meet yours, “Fine. Whatever. I’m sorry, okay? Sorry.”

Steve glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to pull you close, trying to gauge how you were feeling, but he stayed put. You didn’t say anything back, but Steve made sure you didn’t have to.

“Right. Second, we were together at the fair. On a date. And I’m an asshole for not saying so.”

A scoff came from Tommy and his stupid grin started to tug up at the corner of his mouth, “I can’t believe it. First Wheeler, now Byers–”

“Believe it,” Steve pushed two fingers into Tommy's chest, hard, punctuating what he’d said with a wordless Shut Up.

“Alright, Jesus. Do whatever you want, Harrington. It’s a free country,” Tommy shrugged Steve off, but his grin was gone when he looked back over at you. Point made.

“And I don’t want to hear about you saying anymore shit. Not from you or Carol or Kyle.”

Silence.

“I need a yes.”

“Christ, Harrington, fine! Yes. Can I get the hell out of here? I think you made your fuckin’ point,” Tommy was clearly losing his patience and Steve had pushed him, but knew when to stop.

“Good. That’s it.”

Tommy said nothing and simply flipped Steve off before turning and stalking back to his truck as what was undoubtedly a sigh of relief escaped Steve. He closed his eyes and he sank down onto the picnic bench below you, running both hands through his hair.

“Listen, I don’t expect you to stay or anything,” he sounded tired, like he’d been up all night, like he’d used every last bit of energy on Tommy. Then, finally, he looked up at you properly for the first time and gave you sad, lopsided smile.

You pulled your knees to your chest, chewing on your bottom lip, studying the boy sitting in front of you. Messy mop of brown hair, the curve of his jaw smeared purple with bruises, moles dotting across his cheeks, the long sweep of his lashes. You let out your own sigh, realizing you’d been holding your breath, and looked down at the scar on your knee. The one from when you’d fucked up an ollie the first week in Hawkins.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said quietly, flicking your eyes back up to look at Steve. His were still sad.

“S’okay. I don’t blame you,” he tried another smile, but it was weak.

It felt impossible swimming in all the thoughts and feelings that were flooding your brain at that moment. Mad. Mad at Steve for everything he’d done. Sad and disappointed that you couldn’t pull him into a hug right then and there. A deep longing to kiss the bruises on his cheek, the cut on his lip. Hope, or was it forgiveness? In the form of the tiny little embers that were flickering in your chest now as you looked at him, looking at you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, and the corner of his mouth lifted. It was small, but it was genuine. A little smile.

“You don’t need to say that.”

It was quiet for a minute then. The two of you just sitting in each others’ presence for a moment. Heat from the sun crept in through the shade and wrapped you up in the thick, summer air and made you feel all hazy. You didn’t want to leave. Even if it was to just sit in the quiet like this you’d stay all day, but what in the hell came next? It wasn’t simple. As much as you wanted to let Steve gather you into his lap and kiss you, you knew you weren’t ready for it.

You slid your board off to the side and turned to face him, folding your legs criss-cross-apple-sauce. It caught him off guard at first, but he slid his other leg over the bench and looked up at you, eyes still warm like honey.

“I forgive you, but you can’t do that shit anymore,” you said, watching as he dropped his gaze into his lap. “You gotta tell me what’s going on,” reaching a hand down you cupped his cheek in your hand and pulled his face up to look at you again, “Tell me.”

And then Steve said the most honest thing to you without even opening his mouth.

You watched as tears gathered along his lashes, welling up at the corners of his eyes as he took in a shaky breath and when he blinked he set them free to stream silently down his cheeks. For the first time Steve let someone else see him cry.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

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