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auspicioustidings · 7 months

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Firewatch Part 2

Summary: You wake up in the Fire tower confused and going through sedative after effects and shock.

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CW: None

Confusion was the first thing. You were confused. It was such an effort to get your eyes to open. Maybe you had caught a cold? You groaned at the idea and rolled over in bed to try and grab at another pillow, finding your forehead hitting against something solid. Why were your sheets so scratchy? Oh no, you could smell smoke, you knew you shouldn't have done that rewiring by yourself.

"There, you're ok. Sorry, I must smell bad right? Would've changed into sweats but you seemed so content right here that I didn't want to move."

That certainly got your attention. You rolled back half way, letting your eyes open to look up at the man whose lap your head was in. The yellow glow from the lights above him made him look like an angel with that bright smile of his.

Kyle felt his heart nearly stop when you brought fingers to his cheek, looking up at him all adorable and soft. He knew it was the drowsiness from the sedative wearing off that had you so slow and touchy, but who was he to stop you? That was an impossible thing to ask of him when he watched the way your brows furrowed cutely in confusion. You were so much prettier up close.

"Who...?"

"My name's Kyle, everyone calls me Gaz though."

"Hmm" you sighed, your mind trying to just focus on one thing to try and ground. "Kyle... s'a pretty name." You could hear the slur in your voice and it made you frown. That didn't sound like you at all. Weren't you supposed to be in bed?

"Think any name would be pretty if you said it luv," Kyle said, his smile making you want to smile too.

You lay like that for a while, just looking at him while your brain tried to take account of your body. He was playing with your hair you realised after a while, gentle and relaxing. He was in a compression shirt and you could see a firefighter's jacket thrown over the back of the sofa you were on. Oh, that was why it had felt scratchy beneath you and smelled of smoke, he must still be wearing the bottom half of the suit. Wait, why were you on a cute firefighter's lap again? You shot up, feeling a rush of dizziness from the suddenness of the movement that was only somewhat soothed by the hand that had been playing with your hair going to rub circles on your back.

"Dosia!"

"Dosia?"

"My cat! What... what happened?"

Kyle knew Dosia was your cat. They had figured that out as she had been rubbing up against Price and Johnny had tried very hard to get her to do the same to him without much success. Johnny said it had been close enough to your cottage that they heard you call on her. That was months ago. He didn't want to say that they had been stalking your cat through the woods whenever she went wandering so that they could make the little thing like them, but that had sort of been what it was. Not that Price had needed to, Dosia loved him and Simon almost as immediately as she had hated him and Johnny. At least she didn't hiss at them anymore, just tolerated them. Good thing since she was their cat now as well.

"Oh right that's who she belonged to! We picked up a little cat in the forest nearby after the fire, she's fine. Do you remember the fire?"

"Oh God, I nearly died. I... did you save me?"

You turned on the sofa to look at him. If only you knew the sight you made, on your knees, hands planted on the sofa in the gap between them, looking up at Kyle with those big confused doe eyes. Price had said he should lie to you when he needed to, and it felt very much like he needed to lie to you. It wasn't like he hadn't been part of the team that saved you, even if it wasn't him behind that mask that had been cradling your head so gently after hauling you out of the flames.

"I will always save you."

He had turned his body slightly as well to be in line with you and the absolute reverent sincerity of the statement caused your breath to hitch. Dosia was safe, you were alive, there had been a fire. Everything was hazy and you felt weak and dizzy and through all that was this beautiful man who had saved you looking at you like you hung the stars. It was intense and you could feel the heat of the fire on your skin and feel the smoke in your nostrils and see your whole life going up in flames as the memories came leaking back.

You didn't want them, you wanted anything else but remembering exactly what had happened. The only thing that you needed to know was that you had been laying there looking up at this man in a mask, the man who had carried you out of there. And he was telling you that he'd save you again if it came to it.

Kyle watched it happen, watched as you were experiencing everything again. Couldn't do it, couldn't just let you spiral. Maybe it would be the healthy thing, let you process it all. But the healthy thing would inevitably calm you down, get you asking the right questions and wanting to get out of here and start building your life back again. The healthy thing would make you leave because he didn't know what lie they were going to tell to get you to stay. And he couldn't have that.

It was easy to have all that sudden building dread and terror convert to heat when Kyle lunged forward and pressed a desperate kiss to your lips. You threw yourself into it, instantly all teeth and tongues and oh you were on your back on the sofa now and his big, safe body was over yours, hand dancing up your side and making your nerves spark. You couldn't keep still, hands grabbing at his face then his hair then his neck, anything to keep him from leaving you.

His knee was settled between your legs to keep him steady and you accidentally bit his tongue when he pressed closer to give you friction. He pulled back with a sharp cry and you just panted up at him in shock and utter embarrassment. Practically ravishing a man you had only met hadn't made you go red but biting his tongue like an idiot because you had gotten a little over excited had heat flooding your cheeks.

"Dinnae stop on our account."

Oh God, there were 3 men walking into the room. The room that you were splayed out on the sofa in, hair mussed, lips swollen and skin flushed. They weren't dressed like fire fighters but they were all large and fit looking.

The one who had spoken looked pissed off. He was shorter than the others but broad, soft mohawk haircut and sharp blue eyes. He was ruggedly handsome in jeans, boots and an old rugby hoodie. You liked his accent you thought, would like it better if he didn't seem angry with you. They must be the other fire fighters who were off duty now. They would have been there at the cottage. They would have risked their lives to stop the fire, barely made it home and gotten cleaned up and then come to relieve Kyle only to find you with your tongue down his throat.

You pushed frantically at the chest above you, giving yourself just enough room to be able to twist your limbs around his and roll off of the sofa to the floor, scrambling to stand and straighten yourself out. By the time you had made it to your feet one of the other men was already there, ready to catch you when your legs went to jelly and collapsed out beneath you.

"Woah there little bird, you need to go slow for a bit, don't have your legs back yet. Not that Garrick would have helped," he said, only sliding a short, stern glance at Kyle before returning his full attention to you.

He was older, handsome in a way that was cosy. When his eyes were on you, you could see his smile in them. It went a little ways to calming you, but you couldn't help but glance at the Scottish man and the other man standing moodily by him in a balaclava. You could not believe the situation you had found yourself in, having to cling as gingerly as you could to someone to stay on your feet after being caught making out with one of his colleague like a horny teen.

"I- sorry, I'm ok now I think" you said, mortified and off kilter.

He didn't fully let go of you, keeping his hands gently grazing your elbows as you caught your balance and took a moment to get some solidness about you. There was a wild thought in your head that he smelled nice, like pine and suede, and suddenly you felt disgusting. You were filthy, covered in sweat and ash and it was ridiculous that Kyle had even wanted to kiss you in this state. You wanted to be clean, you wanted to be clean and bundled up in blankets with Dosia and a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

Johnny wasn't mad at you, never at you. He wasn't even properly mad at Gaz, just jealous. He had always been a bit of a jealous bastard, hell he had been green when Dosia had instantly taken to Simon over him. Price he could understand, anyone would like that man, but Simon? Simon who didn't even like the cat? Infuriating. So when he came in after having to play nice with the police, after Price had made him shower and change before basically sprinting back to you, and saw golden boy Kyle Garrick on top of you? Absolutely committing the deadly sin of envy with gumption.

It wasn't until Simon had elbowed him hard in the ribs and he had went to growl at him that he actually paid attention. Simon nodded his head to you and Johnny actually looked, saw the state you were in. You were shaking, trying to touch Price as little as you could without falling over. God he wanted to kiss you until you forgot your own name. Thought about it too, was ready to march over and scoop you up until Simon elbowed him again before leaning down to speak in hushed tones to him.

"She wants to get clean and changed. Offer to take her back already."

Johnny side-eyed him, but he trusted Simon. Owed him his life actually, he had got him through a hell of a bad situation once with nothing but radio comms. So instead of going over all confident romantic hero like he wanted he instead put on a winning smile and approached like you were a scared animal.

"Hi bonnie, sorry if I scared ye. Name's Johnny. That's John, but we all call him Price tae keep it from getting confusing. This one is Simon." That's it, nice and soft and gentle so you would relax and want to come home with them. "Ye've been through a right shitemare of a day, so for now let's get ye a hot shower, some food and a reunion with yer kitty cat eh?"

You blinked at him, looking at Price and Simon and seeing them both waiting for you to respond. You couldn't look at Kyle, shyness now creeping in after the rush of adrenaline had worn off. It was like Johnny had completely read your mind because right now that sounded absolutely like the only thing that would make you yourself again. You nodded and Price scooped you up despite your little yelp of protest, chuckling warmly about how you didn't have shoes on so you couldn't very well walk outside.

Kyle waited until you were well out of earshot before swiping at Johnny, the Scot anticipating the move and dodging out of the way with a mean laugh.

"Shit timing you git."

"Naw, think ma timing was fucking astounding actually. Good of ye to teach her what a shite kiss feels like so I'm even more impressive in comparison."

Simon rolled his eyes and left them to play fight, falling into step quietly with Price. If Johnny thought he would be the next one kissing you, he was about to be disappointed.

#cod #cod au #fanfic #tf 141 x reader #gaz x reader #mhairiwrites #it is hard to do continuations and have them be anywhere near as good as the original because I actually have to start doing plot :(

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cherry-writes-yanderes · 1 year

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yandere gaz maybe 🫶🫶 (please please please I’m begging please)

I gotchu <3

silent treatment

(yandere! gaz x gn! reader)

cw: MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat, noncon/forced facefucking, mention of kidnapping, threat of violence, possessive/yandere behavior, light bondage kink (gaz likes tying you up don’t @ me), mention of drugging, assault, light head injury, delusional thoughts (Gaz)

“Y’know you can talk whenever you want, love.” Kyle “Gaz” Garrick speaks, his soft voice echoing through the room.

He was sitting in between your legs, his arms around your waist as he looked into your eyes which never seemed to land on his. It made him a bit upset, but he understood why. Think about it: anyone who was kidnapped from their home and kept tied up in a chair would feel angry! And he understood that; but it was for your own good! He’d make you see.

“I just wish you’d speak… I miss your voice.” He hums, keeping his voice soft and patient as he moves to rub your hips gently. You knew it was only a ruse to garner your sympathy, so you didn’t take the bait. You did that the last time by letting Gaz make you something to drink, and look where it got you; tied up in some dingy basement with a dripping pipe and a crazy stalker.

He was getting impatient, and you knew that. It was evident by how he touched you. The man had expressed interest in you some time ago, which you had politely declined. He took it with grace, smiling at you and saying that it wasn’t a problem. Obviously, he didn’t accept the rejection as easily as you thought.

“Come on. Say something..!” Gaz talks a little louder, cupping your cheek in his hand and rubbing your skin softly with his thumb. His hands were calloused; years of military service will do that, but oddly, his hands were still soft. You move your face away from him, not wanting him to touch you after all that he’s done. Unfortunately for you, Gaz is not one to give up easily.

You turning your head was the last straw. He thought he was patient enough to stand you ignoring him for hours… hell, even days if need be, but he wasn’t. You were here, and fully his now. What was to stop him from taking what he wanted? Nothing.

You gasp as the flimsy folding chair you were strapped to was suddenly tipped over harshly, making you fall backwards and your head smack against the cool cement floor. Black and purple dots flashed across your eyes, dizziness violently pushing through your senses and making you screech in fear of your life. Your stomach flipped even more as you felt a heavy weight on your chest. Gaz was sitting on you, his knees on either side of your body. His breaths were heavy and angry, feelings of hurt spreading through his body like wildfire.

Even though you acted like you hated him... he still loved you. And the thought of what he would be able to do with you now that you were unconditionally his made him excited. He had thoughts of these things before, sure, but never had he expected that he would actually follow through with his sick and twisted fantasies.

He found you captivating, all tied up and vulnerable. The warmth in his cheeks was hard to ignore.

“You- You look pretty like that...” He swallows, suddenly getting flustered after making a confident move like tipping your chair over and sitting on you. You thrash under him, but the bindings were too tight. Your skin felt like fire from the friction, and tears pricked at your eyes from the fear of what he might do in this position that you seem to have put yourself in.

The unzipping of Gaz’s pants gave you to answer, your eyes wide as you begin to scream. “DON’T DO THIS!! STOP!!” You cry, the man’s hand reaching out and grabbing your cheeks to shut you up.

“Nope. You didn’t wanna talk… so now I’m not going to listen.”

You eyes blow wide as he pushes his boxers down, his hard cock giving a light bounce from being free from the confines. He sighed, obviously happy that he was free as well. You give another, much weaker protest as he moved his lower body, gripping your cheeks even harder to make you open your mouth. His thighs press against the sides of your head, boxing you in and making you feel even more trapped. “Open up, love...” Gaz practically begs, wanting so bad to be in your mouth like in his wildest dreams. His hips jumped from excitement as you fought back, trying anything you possibly could. It was no use. He let you fight it out, keeping you still and his warm tip touching your exposed lips as you struggled and fought hard. “Shhh...” He hushed you softly. Soon enough, like anyone does, you got tired. You were weak enough now that Gaz took this opportunity to slide his dick right past your lips and down your throat, letting out a choked moan deep in his chest. It was heavy on your tongue, and you tried your best to remind yourself to breathe as his hips stuttered from the feeling of your warm mouth around him. “Fuuuck, that’s good...” You hear him growl, his chest heaving as he let you adjust for a moment. He tested you, pushing himself in even more to where your nose practically touched his skin, your whimpers and struggles ignored.

His hips began to move, thrusting softly to get you used to it. Even in this horrible situation, you noticed that he does tale care not to torture you… too much anyway.

“Y-Ya feel s’good baby…” He slurred, his thrusts into your mouth becoming desperate as his excitement grew. He could scarcely believe that this was happening: you, all tied up and under him, and you were sucking him off!! What a pleasure it was! And you felt so good he could hardly stand it! He was close already... He had touched himself to you a few times, but he always felt bad about it afterwards. He was supposed to cum for you, not for himself! He was sure you’d forgive him, and it really didn’t matter now since you were here!

Tears fell down your cheeks as you felt Kyle brace himself, fucking down your throat faster and messier as time went on. There was a rough gurgling sound coming from you and the mess he was making, and it only seemed to spur him on more.

His hips stuttered and pressed close to you, letting out a deep groan as he shot ropes of hot cum down your throat before you could prepare yourself. You barely had to swallow any of it, he was so far down your throat when he came.

“S-Sorry..!” He quickly apologized, kissing your head and wiping your face with his shirt as an attempt at an apology. He truly wasn’t sorry, and you could tell from the lovestruck look on his face. His breath was heavy and his already tight shirt damp with sweat, showing off his muscles perfectly as his chest heaved. You had to look away, this wasn’t the time for admiring your kidnapper if there ever was one.

Gaz frowned, seeing your eyes float back over to the wall again. He sighed softly, his anger bubbling back up in his stomach. He pulled his pants back on and stood up, storming out of the room and turning the lights off on you. In the pitch black, you swallowed hard. You knew to be scared, and rightfully so. He was planning and thinking, plotting a venture for the both of you to get to know each other better. After all, you were going to be with him for a very long time, so why not?~

~i do not condone yandere behavior/noncon irl~

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imrowanartist · 26 days

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Gaz dances with Rosie, while also realizing how fast his little girl is growing up 🥹

Tags: toothrotting fluff, humor, established PriceGaz, SFW

About 1200 words, continues under the cut

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Afternoons like these, Kyle has found, are quickly becoming his favorite. He’s settled at the kitchen table, going over some paperwork, while over in the living room, there’s the soft rustling of paper as Rosie is keeping busy making drawing after drawing at the coffee table.

It’s peaceful. The sound of an animated film on the telly plays softly in the background and provides just enough white noise to keep Kyle’s focus on his work.

Today’s pick is Anastasia, and Kyle actually remembers that movie from his own childhood. It’s a sweet story and it’s even sweeter to see how much Rosie loves it. She’s been on a creative streak lately, redrawing her favorite characters from films, shows, and books alike. It’s something that Kyle and John have been supporting wholeheartedly, nurturing the imagination that she seems to have in abundance.

Lost in thought, Kyle doesn’t notice it when Rosie gets up from her spot and pads over to him until she’s suddenly pulling on his sleeve. He blinks back to the present, looking right into his daughter’s questioning face.

“Dad? Will you dance with me like they do in the film?” she asks and Kyle looks from the puppy eyes she’s giving him to the scene currently playing out on the telly.

It’s a ballroom scene with a whimsical song playing over it and he smiles when he remembers some of the lyrics.

“Of course,” he replies, in the most posh accent he can manage as he gets up. “May I have this dance, Princess Bee?”

He bows dramatically then swipes Rosie up in his arms as she giggles, “Dad, it’s Princess Rosanna—“

“Deepest apologies, your Highness.”

He turns up the sound of the telly, then starts swaying around the living room to the rhythm of the music, taking one of Rosie’s hands in his to mimic a ballroom dance. Her other hand is warm on his shoulder and her laughter in his ear is infectious.

Someone holds me safe and warm Anastasia sings and Kyle can’t help but press his daughter a little closer against him as they make another circle around the coffee table. They hum along to the song together as Kyle tries to take it all in, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. She’s growing up so fast and he’s all too aware that moments like these will not last forever.

He dips Rosie down, then pulls her back up, her cheeks flushed red and eyes wide with joy.

Things my heart used to know, things it yearns to remember

Kyle swallows against the lump in his throat as he suddenly remembers another instance of swaying around their flat with Rosie held in his arms. Though that had been in the middle of the night and she’d been only a few weeks old at the time; he and John sleep-deprived as they got up every few hours to feed her. It seems a lifetime ago now.

He’d do it all over again, knowing that it means he gets to have this.

“Do a pirouette!” Rosie demands and Kyle grins as he spins around in place until they’re both dizzy and breathless with laughter. As the song ends, he hugs her close and kisses her cheek over and over until Rosie giggles and pulls her face away with a mock grumble.

Behind him, Kyle can hear the front door of their flat opening and closing.

“Da, we’re dancing!” Rosie calls out and Kyle turns with her still in his arms to see his partner shrug out of his coat, back from running his errands.

“Are we now?” John smiles, toeing off his shoes and stepping towards them.

Kyle leans forward to snatch the remote from the table, rewinds to the start of the song, then drags John in by his sleeve.

“Her Highness Princess Rosanna-Bee demands it,” he says, gently swaying his hips as the music slowly intensifies. John holds his gaze for a moment, eyes twinkling and a smile pulling on his lips.

“Haven’t danced in a while, might step on your toes,” he comments, bringing his right arm around Kyle’s back to join them in their dance.

Rosie pats his shoulder in consolation. “That’s okay, Da. Just try your best.”

Kyle has to keep himself from snickering at her completely honest tone and the affronted look on John’s face in return. Then he pulls his partner along in a repeat of before, swirling around the living room to the beat of the music.

It’s clumsy and unpractical, with Rosie on his hip —who’s definitely not a toddler anymore, John’s arm around his back, and all three of their hands held together, but Kyle doesn’t care. All he cares about is the pure joy on his daughter’s face as he sings along to the lyrics this time, pitching his voice to reach the high notes.

They do another spin, and just before the song ends, Kyle trips over the coffee table and with an exaggerated cry, lets himself fall onto the sofa, on top of John, Rosie still held in his arms.

John lets out a loud oomph as he gets stuck underneath them, causing Rosie to laugh so hard she has tears in her eyes. She wriggles in Kyle’s grip till they’re face to face.

“A real Prince wouldn’t have dropped me,” she says pointedly and this time it’s Kyle’s turn to look affronted, feeling John chuckle underneath him.

“Excuse me,” he returns dryly, “A real Princess wouldn’t have a table in the middle of her ballroom.”

She scoffs, then climbs down from the both of them, dusting off her clothes like a real pretend royal. Before Kyle can get up too, he feels John’s arm snake around his waist and his beard nuzzle his neck.

“You’re still a real Prince to me,” his partner mumbles and Kyle just about melts in his grip. He shuffles around until they’re side by side, the sofa barely able to hold them. Kyle takes a moment to study John; the added grey in his hair and the wrinkles around his eyes. It only makes him look more handsome in Kyle’s humble opinion.

“If I’m a Prince, what does that make you? My dashing Knight?”

“Sure,” John hums, before leaning in for a kiss that Kyle returns happily. He could stay in this moment forever, just enjoying his family.

His daughter has other plans though.

“Ewwww,” Rosie groans, already tired of their mushy behaviour. She throws a pillow at them and they break apart with a laugh.

As she skips past the sofa, Kyle reaches out on a whim and pulls her back into his arms. He kisses her hair and the freckles on her cheeks and her nose, despite the loud protests in between her laughter.

She’s growing up so fast. It feels like Kyle has just blinked and here she is, eight years old already. With a curious mind and her own opinions, while it feels like yesterday he was still changing her diapers. He’s afraid that if he blinks again, she’ll be a teenager already.

So he presses her close against him, as he feels John’s arms around his waist, enjoying it all while he still can.

#kyle gaz garrick #captain price #pricegaz #gazprice #call of duty #modern warfare #Rosie garrick price #ro writes

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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fluff with frat kyle dating a really pretty girl and he gets jealous when guys flirt with her at parties 🤭🤭 thanks bae ily

The Bends

note: i love naming my fics after music i like...i was literally just about to write a jealous!evan fic and this request came in. perfect perfect timing.

warnings: jealous!kyle, fluff,

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Kyle's POV

She was effervescent. She dazzled. Y/N's beauty was electrifying.

I knew from meeting her that I'd have my hands full. Not with her, of course. Instead, with the attention she garnered. She was a bright light that no one could take their eyes off of.

I consider myself so lucky to have her. When I asked her out, I half expected her to laugh in my face. Instead, she replied, 'I never thought you'd ask.' She always said things that would steal my breath and make me delirious. It was dizzying.

I watched her as she danced in her little black dress. Her hair bounced as she moved and the light hit her skin perfectly, keeping my eyes fixated on her.

We were at Tau Kappa Epsilon's spring formal. All fraternities and sororities on campus were invited. I went, naturally bringing Y/N as my plus one. She wasn't involved in Greek life, meaning none of these guys would know her. She was fresh meat to them.

The crowd was suffocating. TKE's house wasn't big enough to hold an event like that. But she still found a way to dance. She was like that. She was a bit of an introvert but with good music and a little something to drink she became the life of the party. Even in a scary situation, like not knowing any of these people, she still shimmered.

I left her to go get us some drinks. We decided to pre-game the party in Y/N's apartment. Arrive drunk and get home relatively sober. That was the plan. But once we got there, she decided she needed something more. I didn't trust the knuckleheads serving the alcohol to not give her something extra in her drink if she went to get it herself.

Instead of rejoining her right away, though, I was pulled away by one of my brothers.

Before I knew it, the wolves descended on her. Clutching both drinks across the room, half listening to Tyler drone on about our frat's probation, I watched as Ethan Davis from Sigma Chi sauntered up to my girl. The dude always thought he was the shit. I grew sick watching him stoop down to speak closely to her ear. She replied with a smile, looking up at him with her sparkly doe eyes. They chatted for a bit too long for my liking, and Y/N was beginning to look very uncomfortable.

As soon as his hand touched her hip, I was off. I placed both drinks in Tyler's hands and bounded through the throngs of people toward my girlfriend.

'Yo Davis! What the fuck, man?' I shouted, rounding on him.

'Hey, hey,' Ethan shouted protectively, throwing his hands up. 'What's good, bro?'

'That's my fucking girl. Lay off,' I said through gritted teeth.

'You can still score even if there's a goalie, Spencer,' he laughed, smirking in a way that made my blood boil. I looked at Y/N, upset evident on her face. I raised my fist and connected it with Ethan's cheek, sending the surrounding crowd into a frenzy.

'It's a fight!' someone screamed.

Ethan swiftly kneed me in my stomach making me double over. Before I could even react, his fist made contact with my eye. Then, he pushed my shoulders with both of his hands, sending me flying into the floor. Frat guys came from all corners of the room to break us up. Ethan's Sigma Chi brothers held him back and mine came rushing to my side.

Y/N darted to me the quickest, though. She and Tyler helped me to my feet, sparing my dignity if only slightly. She took my face in her hands, a look of concern overcoming her.

'Baby! Are you okay?' she gushed. I could only manage a nod. My breath still hadn't returned from the gut punch.

We left minutes after that, not before I got a stern talking to from other members of my fraternity about not causing a scene. We were already on thin ice as it was.

We were driven home by Y/N's roommate, who she called as soon as we stepped out into the cool night.

The drive was quick. Y/N fussed over me the whole ride home. I was pretty sure I was concussed. I couldn't manage even a few words back to her the entire way home. Bits of clarity came back to me when we walked in the door. I took off my shoes and headed straight for Y/N's room. After taking off my clothes, I crashed into her bed, face down.

The door swung open not long after.

'Okay, I got you water, Advil, and a snack. Are crackers okay? I can get something sweet if you'd prefer that...' Y/N prattled.

'I'm okay, angel. Just a bruised ego,' I assured her, sounding muffled with my face planted firmly in her pillows.

'Oh, honey, I am so sorry,' she effused, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. I flipped over onto my side so I could look at her. She looked so radiant, even with the apprehension on her face. I sat up and pulled her into me, hugging her tightly. I placed a soft kiss on her head.

'I'll do anything for my girl,' I murmured against her head. 'Guys gotta understand that you're mine. Not theirs.' She moved to look at me, a slight smile on her lips.

'I am yours,' she affirmed.

'He was bothering you, right?' I confirmed. 'I didn't read the situation wrong?'

'Yeah Kyle, he was bothering me. He was complimenting my, and I quote, tight ass,' she rolled her eyes. 'I was glad you stepped in, actually. Sorry you got a black eye out of it.'

'Wait, I did?' I replied, shocked. I touched my left eye and felt a stinging pain. 'I guess I did.'

'Oh, this is all my fault!' she cried, putting her face in her hands.

'No, no,' I pulled her into me again. 'I'll do anything for you, my gorgeous girl. Anything. Helping you is worth a black eye.' She nestled her face into my chest. I breathed in the sweet smell of her hair. I could have lived in that moment forever.

'You're too good to me, Kyle,' she sighed, after a while.

'I promise. Anything for you,' I cooed, pulling up her chin and kissing her sweetly.

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TEEHEE I liked this!!! Thanks for the request. My inbox is open if you'd like anything else! I have a Kit oneshot in the works atm.

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

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elisysd · 6 months

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31. I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Warning: +18 smut ahead. MDNI (minors do not interact).

Chapter soundtrack: False God - Taylor Swift

The kiss scared her to death as much as it thrilled her so when he finally released her to fill his duties after the podium, she left the track. She needed to be away from it all, that’s what she had told her dad when he had asked if she wanted to go out with the team and Ethan to celebrate. If she was honest, she would rather celebrate Romy’s win rather than Martin’s first podium. But when Kyle had told her that he was going to kidnap her best friend for the night she had given up on the idea. So, alone in her hotel room she was replaying the event. How his lips molded perfectly into hers. His peppermint taste mixed with the sweat of the race that filled her nostrils. How his hands grabbed her and left her wanting for more. She felt overwhelmed by everything and the only thing she had wanted was to get back to her hotel room.

So when Ethan showed up at her door, she didn’t know what to expect. So she started to freak out. Because what if it had just been pretending? What if he was just coming to tell her to not get her hopes up? What if, what if, what if.

But now lips were on hers and her back was pressed against the door, a position that seemed to have become, somehow, their favorite as it seemed. His kisses were feverish, knocking the air out of her lungs. She felt his hands on her waist, his nose bumping against hers, his leg parting hers to have some space so he could fit in between them and press his hips against hers earning a moan from her.

Finally, after weeks of pining and anticipation she knew what his lips felt like and God she never wanted to forget their taste. She let her hands wander his body. His chest first before one settled on his cheek as the other one went up to his shoulder before sneaking behind his neck and grabbing strands of his hair making him groan. She took the opportunity to break the kiss to leave open and wet kisses along his cheekbone and jaw before moving to his neck as her hands started to sneak under his shirt to quickly remove it and throw it away.

“Not fair, Joolsie…really not fair.” he teased her, removing a strand of hair that was falling on her eyes.

“I think it’s really fair, if you are asking me.”

“How come you are seeing me half-naked and yet you are fully dressed up. Way too dressed up. Way too many clothes.”

“If it bothers you so much then, why don’t you remove them.”

The desire in his eyes gave place to a glimpse of challenge but before he had the occasion to act she shushed him out with a kiss, slightly biting his bottom lip to tease him. Her hands find their way to his jeans as she fumbled with his buckle, making Ethan laugh.

“So eager…”

She looked at him, arching an eyebrow and as she was about to go back to her task he stopped her grabbing both her hands to pin them both sides of her hips to the wall.

“Let’s not rush it. I promised you once I would take my sweet time with you and I intend to do it. Slowly. I’m going to drive you crazy the same way you did to me.”

“I swear if you decide to leave me hanging I’ll cut both of your balls and feed your dick to Bailey.” she whispered as he was breathing heavily against her neck before starting to leave wet kisses along her shoulder blade, moving up next to her ear that he slightly bit as she made sweet whimpers that had quite the effect on a lower part of him.

“I won’t.I promise. I’m going to finish what I started.”

She sighed as she felt his hands slipped beneath her jumper and tracing soft lines along her hips then moving to her back to play with the clasp of her bra. She felt dizzy. His lips on her trying to memorize every inch of bare skin they could find, his skilled and calloused hands on her busy driving her crazy, the bulge she could feel if she dared to graze him coupled with the soft grunts she could hear, all of it was making her head spin in the most amazing way. When she finally managed to get rid of his buckle, it didn’t take long for Ethan to remove his pants and let it lay around. His forehead touching hers, his lips parted in the search of a little bit of air, he paused.

“Tell me you want it as much as I do, Julia.”

“You know I do.” she breathed back.

“Words, schatje. I need to be one hundred percent sure.”

“I want it as much as you do. I really, really want it.”

It was all he needed to hear. His hands traced down her body until they reached the underside of her thigh and with one swift motion he lifted her as her legs found their place around his waist. His mouth didn’t waste time to lock it to hers, his tongue darting and tantalizing hers. They finally made it to the bed where Ethan softly laid her body, making sure she had a pillow to rest her head and to get comfortable.

His eyes dove into hers before moving alongside her body. She still had her clothes on but feeling his burning gaze on her made her feel like she was already naked and she couldn’t help but turn her head away from him, closing her eyes.

“Joolsie, look at me.” he told her in a soft voice and she did. “We can stop whenever you want, no pressure.”

“I don’t want to stop. I want that. It’s just… you’ve been with other girls. Prettier and sexier and… I’m me.” she confessed, almost ashamed.

“I didn’t care about the other girls. I care about you. That’s the only thing you need to focus on. Okay?”

She nodded as he left small butterfly kisses on her face before removing her jumper, leaving her in a simple black bra. His lips moved from her eyelids, to the corner of her mouth to her jaw, her left ear to end up nibbling that pulsing point right below her jaw that made a beautiful cry escape her mouth. He felt her hand tugging at his hair as he started his journey discovering new areas of her body his mouth had still left untouched.

He wanted to take his time with her, something he had never done. He wanted to learn by heart what she loved and what she didn’t. He wanted to memorize every sinful but oh so beautiful sounds she would make. He wanted to drive her crazy. As he was leaving open mouth kisses along the valley of her breasts, he slipped one hand behind her back making it arched as he skillfully removed the piece of clothing that separated his lips from a new sensitive area to chart. As soon as it was out of the way, his lips captured an already hard nipple while one of his hands was playing with the other. The whimpers and moans intensified as she tugged at his hair harder while wriggling beneath him forcing him to hold her hips in place with his other hand to keep her steady.

“So damn beautiful, so perfect.” he whispered against her skin.

“Ethan, please…”

“Please what?”

“I don’t know. Just do something, anything.” she whined, moving one of her legs to circle his waist and pressing him against her.

He could feel how hot she was and his boner, painfully stirring against the barrier of his brief made him want to lose all his restraints to take her, right here right there. He swallowed, abandoning her breasts to explore the lower part of her. As he was about to remove her sweatpants, he looked one last time at her, searching for her approval and when he saw her bite her lips, eyes feverishly locked on his, he knew he could do whatever he wanted with her, she would let him.

In one swift motion he removed both her pants and her panties, leaving her completely bare in front of him. His fingertips wandered along her calves, moving up around her knees, brushing the side of her thighs until he ended up where she wanted him the most. She closed her eyes, gasping and whimpering as she felt his fingers tease her entrance, toying with her in the most wonderful way making her hips buckling up as if they had a mind of their own. He kep his sweet torture going for a while before he finally decided that she suffered enough and let his fingers ease into her, taking his time to analyse the patterns that made her moan the loudest. And when he felt her clench around his fingers, he stopped eliciting an angry whine from her.

“Fuck Ethan… I was close.”

He gave her a devilish look before carrying his hand to his lips to suck the remaining of her making her whine louder at the sight. She was flushed and he loved to know that it was because of him. He came back to her quickly to give her a kiss before bending down to face the place his fingers had discovered a few minutes ago. He gripped her thighs, putting them on his shoulder and gave her one last look before finally tasting her. She was intoxicating. All of her. Her sounds, her taste, her scent, the way she clenched around his head, trapping him and most of all, the way she repeated his name again and again. If he could stay right there forever, he would. He felt her hand in his hair and when he looked up to her he almost moaned at the sigh. She was toying with herself, eyes closed, lips parted, her body totally flushed and surrendered to him. She was beautiful and just for him.

“Ethan, don’t stop… I want to… I… please…”

“What do you want?”

“To come.”

“You want to? Or you need to?”

“Both. I need both.” she was almost begging him.

And he did exactly what she wanted. Like a starving man that had not eaten in days, he dove into her and didn’t hold back until her cries filled the whole room.

“Let go, Joolsie. I got you.”

As he was helping her ride her orgasm he got rid of his boxer with an expert hand, finally freeing him from his constraints. He was so hard that it started to be painful. And the sigh before him was definitely not helping his case. He needed her, fully. And, at the same time, he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to keep the discovery going. It had been so long since he had so much fun when it came to sex. It had always been something quick, easy, forgettable to him. But with her he wanted to remember everything, every detail.

His mouth still busy with making her see stars, he let his hand stroke his length, trying to relieve the tension, in vain. It seemed to only make it worse. He needed more, much more than whatever his hand could give him. So when Julia finally came down from her high, he got up to her to let her taste herself on his lips before rubbing himself against her so she could feel the effect she had on him. He heard her whisper his name as her hands wandered his back, his chest, his arms to finally settle around his neck while one leg snaked around his waist. It took one move from her to have him pinned against the mattress as she towered him.

He could see the moonlight reflecting on her skin making her look like she was from another planet. Her lips were red and swollen from the rough kisses but it only made them more kissable, more tempting.

“You really didn’t think I would let you be in charge the whole night, right?” she teased him as he let his hands brush her hard nipples and made her shiver from the featherlight touch.

“I know better than to expect anything when it comes to you. You always find new ways to surprise me. This is just a new one.”

She gave him a half smile as she let her hands explore his body, her mouth following quickly. He let her bite and suck and lick and touch him the way she wanted to. He was her puppet, she could do whatever the hell she wanted to him. And when she finally got a hold of his dick, he couldn’t resist breathing her name. But when she started long and painfully slow strokes, he almost felt like he would explode here and there, like a stupid virgin boy touched for the very first time. He could feel everything, from the warmth of hands to the nails grazing him and driving him crazy as she wrapped a condom on him before he felt her straddling him, a hand on his chest to stabilize herself as she was aligning herself with him. He lifted his hands, trying to help her when she groaned and gave him an authoritative look.

“Don’t. When I say, I’m in charge, I mean it.”

He slowly put down his hands, listening to her before she finally sank on him. It took her a little while to adjust to him but when she moved it was everything he hoped for and more. The view he had was quickly becoming his favorite one. The way her back was arching, her head falling backward exposing her neck covered by lovebites, her hair fallin down over her shoulders, the way her breasts bounced when she started to move, her hands on his abdomen, slightly scratching it, the whimpers that left her lips, how she was giving herself to him without holding back… He wanted to have the burning image in his mind, forever. He could see the sweat gleaming on her skin making him want to lick every drop of it. He didn’t care about her wanting to keep control anymore, his hand ran along her hips, guiding her, helping her reach a new pace and when finally he couldn’t restrain himself he swapped places with her, her back now firmly pressed against the softness of the mattress.

She felt him twitch inside of her as soon as he took back control, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he sped up turning her into a moaning mess. He was everywhere, in her, on her, his scent filling her nostrils, his grunts in her ears becoming her new favorite song, his hands pulling up towards him as he tried to bury himself deeper inside her as if he wanted to make one with her. She was close, so close and she knew he was too. The way his body reacted every time she was clenching around him was telling her everything she needed to know. And when finally she came undone, digging her nails into his back, he joined her in erratic moves, trying to make their orgasm last before collapsing on her as she was still shaking.

He was breathing hard against her as she was still trying to process what had just happened. When he finally moved after a few minutes and rolled over, she felt a wave of cold leaving her shivering. She was about to reach him when she saw him getting up, putting his boxer back on and going to the bathroom before coming back with a wet bath cloth.

“I won’t let you sleep without you being all cleaned up.”

She didn’t dare to tell him she could do it on her own and let him take care of her. She was still sensitive from his ministrations but was surprised by how gentle he was with her. When he came back next to her, he didn’t say anything, just admired the way her body was still recovering from it all. With a shaky hand she traced the outline of his jaw as he captured it and pressed a kiss on her fingers and then her palm before intertwining his fingers with hers.

“If I had known it would be like that, I wouldn’t have waited that long to make a move.” he joked, his voice hoarse.

“I don’t want to break the magic of the moment but, I really need to pee.” she whispered, almost ashamed, biting her lower lips.

He let her go out of his embrace with reluctance, watching her throw her jumpers and her panties back on, to come back a few seconds later. As she was about to take her pjs, Ethan stopped her.

“My shirt. Wear it.”

It was not a suggestion nor was it a question. It was an order. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow, defying him.

“Not even a please? Or a can you? Who do you think you are to boss me around like that?”

He raised himself on his elbows, smirking.

“I can boss you around and believe me you will enjoy it. Wanna try out?”

“In other circumstances I would have said yes, but right now, I’m really tired. It has been an eventful day.” She smiled, ending up borrowing his shirt and wearing it, not breaking eye contact as she slowly removed her jumper as Ethan gulped and shook his head.

“Little minx… I didn’t know you liked to tease that much.”

“You don’t know me very well, then.” she replied, approaching him as he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, making her fall on top of him.

“My new favorite position.” he smiled suggestively.

She laughed as she bent down to capture his lips while his hands traveled down her back to sneak under her newly put on shirt. She ended up breaking the kiss to roll next to him, her head finding naturally her place back on his chest, listening to his heart beating.

“What does it make us now?” she broke the heavy silence in a whisper as if it had been a forbidden question to ask.

Ethan took his time to answer, not sure about what he was supposed to say or what exactly it meant for them.

“I don’t know. I… I feel good when I’m with you. But… I’m bad at this, Julia.”

“Bad at what?”

“Relationships. I’ve never really been in one.”

“Neither did I. But… maybe we can learn? Together? If you want.”

“I think I’d like to try.” he said, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

It didn’t take long for Julia, exhausted about her day and helped by the circular motions Ethan was drawing on her hip, to fall asleep.

She woke up alone the next day and was scared for a minute that last night was a dream. There was no trace of Ethan and if she was not wearing his shirt and felt her muscles sore, she would truly believe she was starting to become crazy. She stretched out before leaving the bed to hop in a hot shower and when she came back, she found him sitting on the armrest of a chair. She stopped in the middle of the room, not knowing exactly how to act. She felt awkward and stupid. Was she supposed to kiss him? Did he expect her to make a move? Was he going to make one? Or would they act like complete strangers and forget this night ever happened despite saying the opposite?

“I can see the wheels turning in your head.” he said, finally looking at her.

“Why aren’t you awkward? I feel weird.”

He sighed, getting up and walking to her, taking her face between his hands to force her to look at him.

“It’s a weird situation. We are a weird pairing, for sure. And an unexpected one. But I thought about it and maybe we should just go with the flow. I like being with you, you like being with me, we have fun and we’ll see where it leads us. And it will be easier in front of the cameras. No more need to pretend.”

She nodded as he let go of her to focus on his phone.

“Look, there are pictures of us everywhere.” he laughed, shoving the camera to her face. “We look nice, they definitely caught my best profile. That definitely looks like a real kiss. Ashley will be happy. Oh, and by the way, we are meeting the guys to celebrate Romy’s win before heading to London.”

He wasn’t giving her the choice. And even if she was happy to see her friends and it didn’t bother her, what did was how he had planned it without asking her. She bit her lips but didn’t say anything. She was probably overthinking it and reading too much between the lines. So, she smiled and said that it made her happy.

She didn’t complain either when he rummaged through her suitcase to pick an outfit so they could look stylish if cameras were around. It was cute, she thought and she knew he didn’t mean badly. Nor did she say a thing when he grabbed her hand in a strong grip, pulling her firmly next to him as they walked down the streets, even if it was hurting her a little. So she kept it all to herself and put a smile on her face. It was fine, they had to find their pace. It wouldn't be easy.

They finally made it to the restaurant where Ludwig, Chloe, Romy and Kyle were waiting for them and when they saw them arriving hand in hand, Romy gave her a half-smile as Ludwig chuckled, earning a little slap in the back of his head from Kyle. Julia was about to go sit next to her best friend, thinking Ethan would be facing her, but when she made a move, she felt his grip tightened on her hand preventing her from embracing her friend and when Ethan pulled the chair for her to sit, she didn’t refuse it.

Romy gave her a surprised look to which Julia mouthed that it was fine and that she would explain later. The lunch was nice, Ethan had an arm draped around her shoulders, laughing and going into details with Romy over the race. The German girl had stars in her eyes when talking about her overtakes and her feelings and emotions in her voice. When lunch was finally over, Julia excused herself to go to the restroom, followed by Romy who said she needed to as well. When they finally were alone, Romy jumped on her friend.

“I need to know everything! In detail! Don’t spare me!”

“Well, we kissed. And we might have gone further than just kissing.” Julia admitted, blushing.

“I knew it! Finally! It was about damn time! So, does it mean that I can start to organize couple dates? You, me, Kyle and Ethan?”

“I guess? I don’t know… We are taking it very slowly. I don’t really know where we stand exactly. It’s new and weird.”

“You are infuriating. Both of you. Sometimes I hate you because you make it harder than it needs to be. You love him! Tell him!”

“It’s not that simple!”

“Yes it is. You are just not ready to dive right in. Both of you. I just hope you won’t self-sabotage what is going on between you because you will regret it.”

“We won’t. It will be fine, you’ll see.”

And Julia didn’t know if she was trying to convince Romy or herself.

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our-future-is-up-to-us-2 · 2 years

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First Kiss

They’d won the case together, miraculously, fabulously.

Brooke sister-swore with Elle to keep her secret, yet the secret was spilled anyway. It didn’t matter, though. No one saw any reason to judge… She was already famous, and her fitness empire was still hers to keep!

Paulette married Kyle, and they’d come out with a splendid life of their own, living in Worcester, with two kids, and another coming! Elle constantly sent letters to Paulette, and their friendship lived on, brightening each other’s days.

Warner dropped out of Harvard after the whole fiasco. It turned out that after all his hard work and dedication, it was nothing for him. The goal of finding something, someone serious was too unattainable to him. Modelling suited him better, much better than being strapped up in a navy suit.

Vivienne decided to work for the Peace Corps, finding her law studies a very successful pathway to getting there. It wasn’t easy, but she took it all one day at a time. Not without great thanks to Elle, who taught her, that there’s so much more to lawyering than meets the eye.

Emmett Forrest broke away from Callahan and his law firm, becoming independent in his work! It made him smile every day, knowing that he was free to make his own way in the business and strive for excellence.

And finally, Elle Woods turned out to be the valedictorian of her class. Unlike Warner, she’d found her passion for law, and it sustained her much more than she thought it would be. Her time was running out on her valedictorian speech, and it was then she realised: She had Important business to take care of.

“Just one last thing before we all go.” All her friends stood by her side, the girls of Delta Nu, Paulette, Kyle, her lawyers in crime, and everyone who grew to love Elle waited patiently, desperately anticipating what was next. “Emmett Forrest,” She grinned, turning to him with the brightest smile she could muster, and wide eyes. “Please make me the happiest woman I know.” And just like that, a black velvet box opened up in her hand, dropping to one knee with a breathless giggle.

Emmett was the most shocked he’d been in his entire life. Throughout his childhood and continuing into adult life, nothing really fazed him. He took on each day headstrong, using his wits and talent to persevere through everything. Meeting Elle and navigating his relationship with her was a whole different ballgame. His mind grew dizzy with thoughts of her, the laugh, energy and smile all in one: Her character and decency, improvement and intelligence. Little Miss Woods Comma Elle was officially here, asking for his hand. “Oh my God, oh my God-” He repeated, his hand shaking slightly as he stood opposite her. “ELLE, WHAT THE HELL, YES!” Emmett exclaimed, Elle quick to slip the ring onto his wedding finger. The entire moment was enchanting for the couple. Emmett took Elle’s hands and squeezed them tight, helping her up into a standing position. Elle couldn’t help but burst into happy giggles as she cupped his cheek and ran his thumb across it. Her ocean blue eyes gazed back into his soft green ones, and they blocked the world around them. There was only one thing left to do.

Kiss.

Their lips locked in a frenzy of passion and ecstasy, quite honestly the moment the both of them had been waiting for. They took their time to get to this point, but it didn’t matter in the end. It all worked out in the end. The pair pulled away, in awe of each other and how far they’d come, how wonderful it was to bask at the moment to reach such a point.

Emmett Forrest and Little Miss Woods Comma Elle. Together, forever.

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spaceskam · 3 years

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welcome to another "I wrote this at work ignore the typos" situation featuring content in the little teaser for s3

ao3

"Michael Guerin with a cup of tea. Interesting."

"Bettering myself with soothing beverages," Michael said, leaning back in his chair as he looked up at Alex. He still felt a little off kilter, but he had no intention of guilt tripping Alex. It was a work in progress. He was a work in progress.

"Is that a quote from self proclaimed life coach Isobel Evans?" Alex asked, cocking his head to the side and smiling. Michael felt dizzy with it. It'd been so long without that fucking smile.

"How'd you know?" Michael asked, trying to keep the conversation light and not let it drift to an antagonistic place. He was good at that. Unfortunately, he was less good at keeping that at bay. "Where's the boyfriend?" Work in progress.

"He couldn't stick around, had to get to a meeting. He just met me at the bus stop," Alex said. Michael nodded and only then let his eyes drift away from his face, giving him a quick once over and tried not to be greedy with it. He still had his bags. "Is this seat taken?"

"Yeah," Michael said, casual as possible because Alex deserved that, "Saving it for this guy I met a few years back. You might know him. Around my height, dark hair, nice biceps, used to be in the army, killer thighs–literally, I almost suffocated me once."

"Shut up," Alex laughed, sitting across from him, "And I wasn't in the army."

"Same evil."

"Fair enough," Alex said, clasping his hands together and leaning forward, "Man, what's a guy gotta do around here to get a drink?"

Michael absolutely did not get his hopes up about this.

"Just sit there and look pretty," Michael said, pushing himself to his feet.

He'd been working a little harder and getting Sanders to make the place look a bit nicer in the front so new comers would show up, both resulting in everyone making more money. It was the most money Michael had ever had saved up before and he barely knew what to even do with it. He'd never wanted it before, never wanted to act like he was here to stay, but now it was there and now he could pay for Alex's drink.

He allowed himself to feel a little good about himself for that.

He order a medium vanilla latte, extra vanilla and an extra shot of expresso like he'd seen Alex order when they were a younger. Before he was a complete fuck up. Before when ordering anything but black coffee felt rebellious. And he paid for him for the first time. And he absolutely wasn't prideful bringing it back.

The look on Alex's face said he was also aware that this was the first time he could afford to buy him something so trivial, but he wasn't going to say anything because he was Alex. He took a sip as Michael sat across from him again and he smiled with a tiny bit of foam gracing his top lip. Michael felt his chest constricting with some twisted sort of pride and he refused to let himself be embarrassed by it.

"Thank you," Alex said.

"No problem."

Then they lapsed into silence, drinking their respective drinks and staring. Alex never turned his head away like he usually did; Michael never broke the silence like he usually did. None of it was awkward or uncomfortable or tense. It was just... having non-alcoholic drinks with someone he loved in whatever sense of the word he could.

It was nice. It was easy. It was something so completely different than Michael knew what to do with.

He craved more.

"So, do you need a ride to your house so you don't have to walk with all that?" Michael asked, definitely not mentioning that Forrest at the very least could've taken it. Granted, there's a chance he offered and Alex declined, which would be very much like Alex, but still. If he can kiss him, he can help with his bags.

"Depends. Are you willing to drive out to the middle of nowhere?"

"So that was a sold sign," Michael said. Alex took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah. It was a nice house, but it didn't really feel like home, you know? And after everything..."

"No, I get it," Michael said, nodding, "So where are you staying now?"

"Old Valenti hunting cabin. My cut of the inheritance and what I'm getting for selling my house is gonna be used on making it decent," Alex said.

"And amping up the security system," Michael added. Alex grinned and nodded.

"And amping up the security system."

"Well, it's my day off, so I can definitely take you," Michael said, not saying he took the day off specifically to meet Alex. That wasn't necessary information.

"You don't have to."

"What if I want to?" Michael asked. Alex looked at him, still smiling but he was clearly a little wary. "Just let me help out. I'm even going to try to not make you feel bad about the boyfriend."

"Oh, well, thank you so much for your efforts," Alex said sarcastically, but his tone was light and his smile was even more so, "But you really don't mind?"

"Alex, it's the least I can do," Michael said. It sounded weird in his voice, but it felt right. Alex seemed to agree if the look on his face said anything. Michael was more than a little proud of himself for not second guessing himself or assuming the worst.

Maybe he actually did do some growing.

"Okay then. Let's go."

Having Alex in his truck again didn't feel real. He was giddy in a way he hadn't felt in awhile and the fact that his bags were on the floor and not between them made that feeling skyrocket. Alex was comfortable with him. Or, at least, he seemed to be.

"Did you have fun?" Michael asked. Alex huffed a laugh.

"Well, I mean, I was doing dirty work, so not really. Forrest met me a couple times but I never wanted him to stay too long, was way too dangerous," Alex said, turning in his seat to face him.

"When I came out there with Kyle, you let me stay awhile," Michael said. He wasn't bragging. Absolutely not. He was simply useful for the task at hand and Kyle had to get back to work. Them eating take out on a hotel room floor and staying up too late was just convenient, a secret little addition to the trip.

"Yeah, but I trust you not to get killed by accident," Alex said, "Forrest had a good childhood. He's not at all aware of his surroundings like you are."

"Good for him," Michael said, readjusting his grip on the steering wheel. Alex may or may not have noticed.

"Also," he said slowly, "I'm kinda getting spoiled with the telekinesis thing, I'm not gonna lie."

Michael bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to be unnecessarily happy with that.

"Well if you ever need to make use of it, I'm your man," Michael said. Alex hummed in response–Michael couldn't tell if it was an acknowledgment or agreement.

It was around a 45 minute drive to the Valenti hunting cabin and the trip there was a bunch of small, winding, hand-made paths. You couldn't find it if you didn't know it was there. It was perfect for Alex.

Michael helped him get his bags inside and took in the fact that most of the stuff that had been in his house wasn't present. The furniture was broken in and there were a few boxes around, but not enough to hold everything from his house.

"I need a change," Alex said, going to the breaker box to turn the electricity on, "I thought that when I came back the first time that would be my big change, but I just did more of the same shit. So this is a real change."

"Sounds like it'd be good for you," Michael agreed.

"Yeah," Alex sighed, looking around. His eyes eventually landed on Michael again. "Do you have to go?"

"No, not unless you want me to," Michael said. Alex nodded.

"Move some boxes for me, telekinesis boy?" he asked. Michael grinned.

"Sure."

The spent what felt like two hours rearranging and unpacking and cleaning, Alex encouraging him to show off in a way that felt so ridiculously good. Everything about this was good. Spending time with him without expectation and tension and time limits.

He loved him more than his body had space for.

"Michael!" Alex said, immediately followed by a laugh, "You're going to break something!"

"I won't, have faith," Michael said, pulsing with the attention, "And if I do, I'll fix it."

He twisted his wrist, manuvering the fully put together bed frame through the door with his mind. It bumped into the door frame once or twice, but Alex just laughed and lightly scolded him.

Later, once they did what they could and got settled, Michael found himself on Alex's back porch with cans of coke in hand instead of beer.

"I love the view," Michael said.

"There's deer that'll get close if you're quiet," Alex said, "You'll have to sit with me to see them sometime."

"Yeah, whenever you'll have me," Michael said.

"Whenever you want," Alex responded. He sounded like he meant it.

Him meaning it didn't stop his phone from lighting up, didn't stop the way Alex's face closed off, didn't stop the way he sighed and locked it back. He took a long sip of his drink before he spoke.

"Forrest is on his way," Alex said. Michael shifted in his seat and nodded.

"So I should go."

"Do you have work tomorrow?" Alex asked instead of saying leave, instead of saying stay.

"Yep, bright and early."

"Okay," Alex said, "If I bring my truck up there in the morning, do I get privileges where I can sit with you in the back while you look over it and tell me what I need to fix after it sitting in my yard for nine months?"

Michael swallowed the lump that rose in his throat. He was leaving, he had to go because it wasn't his place to stay right now. But there was a promise of tomorrow. Of spending more time together just because.

The privilege of it, Alex said.

"Absolutely," Michael said, standing up, "I'll squeeze you in."

"Cool. I appreciate it," Alex said, looking up at him with a smile, "And I appreciate you helping me out today. Made all of that a lot easier."

"Not a problem," he said, "So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Wait," Alex said quickly, getting himself to his feet and coming closer. Without much of a warning about what exactly was coming, Alex wrapped his arms around his neck. Michael hugged him back easily.

Alex squeezed him; Michael squeezed back.

"I'm so glad you're back," Michael whispered against him.

"I've gotta come home at some point, right?" Alex whispered back. Michael nodded.

They held on for longer than they should.

"Alright," Alex said after awhile, letting go with a reluctance Michael wasn't so unfamiliar with it ached, "I'll see you in the morning. I'll bring food."

Michael didn't like to get his hopes up.

He decided not to be scared this time.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic

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falloutjay · 3 years

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Stan x anxious/compassionate reader (kind of has a little canon divergence)

After giving up on Wendy (around Season 12), Stan and us start dating, we were always worried about him (no we weren't dating him out of pity, we were just a very anxious person). Some people find of clingy, others find us adorable but We've never left his side:

Ex: We were by his side helping with whales (Whale W)

We were the only one who didn't leave him when he got depression (You're Getting Old/Ass Burgers)

Next to Heidi, we became social pariah because we didn't want to dump Stan (this even made Wendy guilty)

But him moving, really gets to us, the coronavirus makes it worse. We get worried about him, then we start getting worried about everyone else as everything falls apart (Kyle, Kenny, Eric, Butters, Tweek, Craig, Scott, etc.) And we pass out of stress. About waking up in the hospital, we find out, everyone was worried about us. And Stan is the most worried of all, he spends the whole day with us. We tal-no vent about all the happened to the both of us. By the end of it, we agree that whatever happens we'll do it together.

Guess whos back! :D

Well, while it's not my best work, in my humble opinion, I sure hope you enjoy and like it. Again sorry for the delay! ಥ_ಥ

And if it's not that clear, because I know I can write a little cryptic, there is a time skip. You can either have all the show events happen when they are children and have the time skip between Covid and the memories or between you getting together as kids and the memories. Choose however you like! ^^

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Stan x anxious!compassionate!Reader

Tiny eyes watched the scene unfold.

Normally, Wendy was the one to break up with Stan, but not this time around. Stan was actually telling Wendy that he had no interest in her anymore.

“What changed Stan?” Wendy asked, obviously confused.

“I think I like someone else… I don’t know yet…”

Wendy gave him a smile.

“I wish you all the luck Stan, say if you need anything!”

“I will.” And with that, Wendy took off to be with her friends, while Stan turned a corner and told Kyle and Kenny how it went.

Cartman was there too, but he only wanted to know if she cried, because “she would deserve it.”.

You closed your locker and felt your heartbeat like crazy. Ever since you changed school a few months ago, Stan captured your little ten-year-old mind.

He was kind and showed you around when you had no idea where to go. It was a little crush you developed, and you never felt as scared and excited as now, since that Stan had broken off with Wendy.

This newfound feeling almost made you dizzy but you quickly snapped back into reality when you heard your name.

“Y/N?” Stan asked and waited patiently for his answer next to you.

“Oh, sorry, I was thinking, what did you want?”

“Would you maybe like to hang out some time?”

Stan almost got a heart attack when you suddenly squealed but was happy when you managed to get a high-pitched “YES!” out.

“Okay, what are you betting Kenny? Some Pennies or a dead rat?” Cartman almost fell from his chair laughing about his shitty joke, while Kyle and Kenny rolled their eyes.

“Don’t you think it’s weird how clingy they are?” Kyle asked his blonde friend, while they kept watching you and Stan, who were seated at a separate table at lunch.

“Honestly, I think it’s pretty cute.” Kenny said with his muffled voice.

You held his arm and hugged him from the side, while he happy kept on eating his lunch.

Eric, who had now calmed down from his laugh attack eyed the couple critically. “I’m giving them a month max.”

He said lazily and looked around. “I say longer than a year.” Kenny said, throwing a crinkled five-dollar note on the table.

“You two are horrible.” Kyle shook his head before he threw 10 dollars on the table.

“Four months.”

Kenny was a happy man after a year, because despite everyone believing you two would eventually break up, you never did.

You were always by his side, no matter what.

His desire to desperately save whales with the help of a braindead ship crew?

You were always right by his in the interviews he gave.

His horrible depression that even drove Kyle away? No chance, you stood strong and helped him through the whole thing and even help reuniting the gang.

Even during the protest against Skanthunt42, you chose to sit this one out, despite you absolutely hating that the troll photoshopped a dick into your mother’s mouth.

At least you and Heidi got close due to you guys both becoming social outcasts. When Wendy heard this, she was impressed by your dedication and felt somewhat guilty for obviously not trying as much in her former relationship.

Everyone admired your patience and endurance. No matter what obstacle came, you managed to get through it.

“You don’t need to be sad, Y/N. I won't be that far away.” Stan said, holding your hand.

“B-But it's outside of town. You need ages by bike to get there and vice versa.” You said, holding back tears.

Randy walked past you and you desperately pleaded to him.

“Please Mister Marsh, please stay in town!” Randy put the box he carried into the car, before turning to you.

“Real sorry, dear Y/N. This town is…How do I put it… Absolute shit and I really want to get away.”

He patted you on the head and went back into the house to get more boxes.

“Told you, you cant talk to him.” Stan said and shrugged.

“But it’s unfair. We won’t see each other as much anymore.” Stan pressed a kiss onto your cheek, which made you blush intensely.

“Don’t. Worry. I will make time for you.”

With that in mind, you didn’t feel as sad, when the car with the Marsh Family in it left for their new home.

“I will make time for you, my ass.” You mumbled while you sat at a bench near Starks Pond. Letting out a deep sigh, you leaned back and just enjoyed the warmth of the setting sun.

Covid was one hell of a bitch and just had to have this big impact on everyone’s life. Stan and you now saw each other less and less.

It was just a horrible feeling that tainted your heart and made you worry a lot.

Maybe he was feeling just as bad as you are, maybe even more?

Maybe he just didn’t want to tell you how he felt?

Were you maybe a bad partner? Your mind began racing and your train of thoughts became unrailed.

So many bad thoughts manifested themselves and it made you almost gasp for air.

“I need to check on him.” You mumbled getting up from the park bench.

You began walking and you kind of hoped that maybe just the walking would get your mind in check, but sadly it didn’t. Involuntarily you had to think about all the other stuff that happened during this horrible time.

The precious Broship was more fragile than ever. You had become such good friends with Kenny, Kyle and Cartman over time that it hurt you a lot too.

You also saw Covid take a toll on your other friends, like Craig and his group, who now took Cartman into their gang after the split up.

However, that came to be…

The girls were also pretty divided, so hanging out with them meant picking sides which wasn’t your thing, you kinda just want them to get along again.

Everything felt like it was falling apart. Your parents had fights ever so often, all your friends had problems and your beloved boyfriend was stuck on that stupid farm.

God how you hated that stupid farm and Randy.

When he gave you one of those plushies that looked like him, you functioned it into a voodoo doll. But sadly, it didn’t seem to affect him, no matter how many needles you rammed into it.

Your heart felt heavy, and it seemed hard to breathe, but you brushed it aside.

You had already reached the busy streets of South Park and mingled between the newly vaccinated people.

Everywhere you looked, the people seemed happy.

Everyone was happy except you and the people around you… Maybe…You were the problem?

You shook your head. No, you didn’t allow those kinds of thoughts.

You much rather think about Stan. How you miss him and how amazing your dates were.

Oh, how much effort he put into all the small things… Well… At least he did.

Now that you thought about it when was your last date?

It feels like it had been ages. It has been ages. Everything had been ages. Going out with him, hanging out with your friends, your family not fighting… How long has this been the new normal? You can’t help but wonder.

Your heart clenched again. “Stop it, stupid heart.” You mumbled under your breath.

An exhausted sigh escaped your lips when you thought about how you maybe had to walk all the way up to the farm… It would take ages, but you really craved being held by the person you adored so much.

So, you continued walking down through the street when an elder lady stopped you.

“Excuse me, but you look rather sickly, are you alright?” Confused you raised an eyebrow. Did the vaccines make them delusional?

“No, I’m fine.” You answered, somewhat snippy, even when you didn’t know why you were so agitated.

“But you look rather pale, maybe you- I am fine.” You interrupted her and continued your path.

Were all people in this shitty town stupid or- The thought could not be completed, due to you suddenly losing consciousness.

When you woke up again, you immediately recognized one of the Hells Pass Hospital rooms, once your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights. Around the bed were your parents and more importantly Stan and his mother.

“Thank God, you’re awake again!” Your mother said when she went for a hug.

Confused you asked why you were here.

“Well, seemingly you were so stressed out, that your body basically shut down.”

Somewhat shocked you looked around. Was it really a surprise to hear that? Not really, but it still felt odd knowing that it happened.

“Well, I’m glad you’re fine, Y/N.” Misses Marsh commented and smiled warmly at you. She had always liked you and you felt the same. She was always nice to you and you felt like she was the only one with a brain in the family…

Feeling a sudden sensation of warmness on your hand, your eyes darted down to it. Stan held you hand while answering something your dad had asked him.

“Well, Sharon, you wanna accompany us to get some hot chocolate for us all?”

Your mother said with an odd wink, which made you and Stan roll your eyes.

The three adults left the room chatting happily. Stan looked at you with a stern expression, which kind of surprised you.

“I swear, whenever I think I couldn’t get more worried about you, your parents call me, to tell me that you’re in the hospital.”

“Worried? About me? I should be worried about you?” You laughed to which Stan shook his head.

“Listen, everyone has been super worried about you since you seemed so down and just exhausted. Like, Kyle already called me earlier to ask if you’re awake again. I don’t know why you worry about me; I am really fine babe. Promise.”

With that said, the door opened, and your parents came back inside.

“Y/N, the doctor said they would like you to stay the night, so they can check that you’re really alright.” Your father informed you and you were immediately annoyed.

Well, you had no choice but to oblige. Your parents left after an hour, wanting to get you some clothes and other things you’d need.

Sharon also bids her goodbye and so you and Stan were left.

And just like you wished, you got to cuddle with him. He held you close, and you vented to him, how worried you were about everything and everyone, while he told you just how worried all of your friends had been since you were acting so out of character.

“Even Cartman?”

“Yup, even when he would never admit it.” Stan laughed. He held your hand tight, and his content smile never left his face.

“I think we should talk more about feelings and being worried and all that. I know I’m not all that good at it, but I don’t ever wanna have to visit you in a hospital again.” Stan said, giving your hand a squeeze.

“That sounds good. But you gotta accept, I worry a lot, because I care a lot about you, okay?” You said sternly and Stan nodded. You two looked fondly at each other and just enjoyed the time you got.

“Together forever?” You asked and he whispered “Forever.”, before he pressed a sweet kiss onto your lips.

#south park x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh x reader

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pastelwitchling · 3 years

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“Please stop pacing,” Alex sighed, his arm over his eyes. “It’s making me dizzy.”

“Where the hell is Valenti?” Michael muttered. “He’s been gone forever.”

“He’s been gone five minutes, and – hey,” he grabbed Michael’s sleeve, stilling him. “Seriously, knock it off.”

Michael swallowed, staring at Alex as he brought his hand down to his stomach, his left leg swinging idly off the edge of the bed. He was trying not to look like he was in pain, but Michael could see his chest rising and falling a little too quickly, like he was trying not to breathe too deeply. Acid burned at the back of Michael’s throat.

“I didn’t mean to, Alex,” he said, the desperate plea in his voice to know, to understand, evident to his own ears. “I – I didn’t think – I didn’t see you – if I had –”

“Shh,” Alex took Michael’s hand, silencing him. His brows were furrowed like he had a headache and his lips pinched at the corner. “I’m fine,” he said. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Michael’s lower lip trembled. He’d just been frustrated, throwing things around his bunker. His star projections hadn’t been aligning right and his calculations hadn’t been adding up and the memory of Alex and Forrest together at the Crashdown that morning haunted every corner of his mind and pissed him off more. In all the commotion, he hadn’t heard Alex climb down the ladder, hadn’t heard him calling his name, hadn’t realized it was his hand on his shoulder until he’d lashed out and his powers had gotten away from him. Until he’d heard Alex’s wince of pain as his back hit the wall, hard, and Michael had seen him fall.

Everything had turned silent then. Michael could say nothing but Alex’s name on his lips, shocked and horrified by what he’d done. Alex had tried to stand, to insist he was fine, but his voice had been hoarse and his breathing ragged. Michael had right then called Kyle and told him he was bringing Alex to him, his hands trembling.

“Stop, Guerin,” Alex had tried. “I’m fine –”

“Get in the truck, Private!” Michael had snapped. He had hurt Alex. He had hurt Alex. He hadn’t been breathing right since.

Michael knelt by Alex’s bed now, and gently pushed his bangs back from his eyes after a moment’s hesitance. His heart swelled when Alex’s eyes fluttered and he turned into the touch, like these hands hadn’t been the same ones that had put him here.

Michael cupped Alex’s jaw, his thumb brushing his cheek, shivering at the soft and cool skin. Alex had always been colder than him, but Michael always found it an unspeakable comfort, something so inherently Alex that no one else ever compared. No one else could be Alex for him. He’d learned that the hard way.

Alex covered Michael’s hand with his own, sighing deeply into his palm. The only deep breath he’d taken since Michael had thrown him into the wall. He winced as the mental image flashed in his mind.

“Why were you wrecking your bunker anyway?” Alex asked, his eyes still closed.

Michael clenched his jaw. He considered lying only for a second before he realized it was the last thing he wanted to do. Not now.

“I saw you and Forrest together at the Crashdown,” he croaked. “I – I got angry.”

Alex opened his eyes, his brows furrowed. “You were jealous?”

“But I didn’t want to hurt you,” Michael said immediately. “I didn’t even hear you come in, I – I hate myself for what I did to you, Alex, I swear –”

“Stop it,” Alex shook his head. “D-Don’t talk like that.”

Michael’s other hand on Alex’s jacket sleeve tightened. “I hurt you –”

“It was an accident,” Alex defended, like he couldn’t stand the thought of even Michael talking bad about his favorite cowboy.

Michael sighed shakily, his eyes burning. “I love you,” he whispered. “I’m so in love with you, Alex, I think it’ll kill me.”

Alex shook his head, and for a terrifying second, Michael worried he’d gone too far. But then a smile tugged at his airman’s lips.

“I love you, too,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Which is what I told Forrest before he went back to New York this morning.”

Michael froze. “What?”

Alex kissed Michael’s palm wearily. “Forrest went back to New York. We broke up last week. We were just . . . saying goodbye.”

Michael started to stand. “R-Really?”

“And you would’ve known that,” Alex chuckled, nuzzling Michael’s hand, “if you’d just asked me. Now you have to replace everything in your bunker. All that work – gone. You’re usually smart, how’d you let that happen?”

But Michael didn’t hear that light jab, didn’t care about his things in the bunker, his research. None of it mattered because . . .

“You love me?”

Alex smiled fondly, and not without some exasperation at Michael, like he wasn’t even surprised that Michael had taken away only one line of their conversation.

“C’mere,” he murmured, putting his other hand in Michael’s curls, bringing his head in.

Michael’s mouth hung open in anticipation, his eyes already fluttering shut, but just as his lips brushed Alex’s, he remembered why they were in the hospital in the first place and all but leaped back.

“No,” he breathed, shaking his head. “No, I’ll – I’ll hurt you again.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Guerin –”

“Hey, back away,” were Kyle’s first words as he came in, glaring at Michael. “It’s your fault he’s even in that bed.”

Michael clenched his jaw, pulling his hands away and curling them to fists in his pockets before he could do something he would regret.

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kyle, I already told you, this was an accident.”

“Hey,” Kyle tossed Alex’s file on the end of his bed, “you might be willing to shrug this off, but I’m not.” He turned his dark eyes on Michael. “And after all that crap you gave me about hurting him when we were kids –"

“I would never hurt Alex,” Michael growled.

Kyle scoffed, clicking a button on a screen, revealing the x-ray of Alex’s chest that he’d taken. Michael flinched. “Sorry, what? I can’t hear you over the scanner.”

“Okay,” Alex tried, “can we just . . . not right now, please?”

Kyle heaved a sigh and sat on the edge of Alex’s bed, pulling his stethoscope from around his neck. Michael wanted to be angry at him, but Kyle’s eyes softened as they fell on Alex again and he helped him sit up. This was Michael’s fault. Whether he’d meant to do it or not, it was all his fault. What if Kyle was right? What if Alex was just too forgiving of him to be as angry as he should be?

“Breathe in,” Kyle said gently. “Breathe out. Again.”

This went on for another few minutes, and Michael knew Kyle wanted to be thorough, but he was losing his mind waiting for some results. Finally, Kyle sat back.

“The good news is you’ve only got a chest bruise,” he said. “You were hit pretty hard –”

“I didn’t hit him!”

“Then the wall did!” he snapped. “With the force you threw him, you could’ve punctured his lung, Guerin!”

“Guys –”

“If I’d known it was Alex, I –”

“You what?” Kyle demanded. “Maybe if you tried to think with your head instead of your ass –”

“Please –”

“Were you thinking with your head when you made his life a living hell in high school?” Michael tried, but the bite was weak even to him.

Kyle’s barked a laugh. “Yeah, tell me all about that before I take Alex’s file to the nurse.”

“Stop it!” Alex snapped, and collapsed into a fit of coughs. Michael and Kyle fell silent at once, Kyle rubbing soothing circles on Alex’s back as Alex held a hand to his chest.

“Okay, Alex,” Michael managed, his heart breaking with every cough, every wince, every ragged breath. “Okay, baby, I’m sorry. We won’t fight, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Kyle murmured, still rubbing his back. “It’s okay, just breathe. You’re okay.”

Soon, Alex was leaning against Kyle, his eyes closed, his brows pinched as he took shallow breaths.

“M’okay,” he croaked, and Michael turned away before Alex could see him cry. “M’fine.”

“I know,” Kyle said quietly. “I know you are. You should get some sleep though, stay here tonight.”

Michael turned, wide-eyed. “H-He really needs that?”

Some of the venom in Kyle’s gaze seemed to have gone. “Just for observation. He doesn’t really need it, but it’d make me feel better.” A moment of silence and Michael took note of Kyle still rubbing soothing circles into Alex’s back.

“Here,” Kyle said after a while, and Michael blinked. It took him a second to realize that Kyle wanted him to rub Alex’s back. “It helps.”

Michael swallowed, expecting Alex to insist he didn’t need it, but Alex seemed half-asleep already, the pain in his leg and chest and back, and the countless hours waiting weighing heavily on him now. Not wanting Kyle to change his mind, Michael sat down on the bed, on Alex’s other side, and wrapped an arm around his airman’s waist, pulling him in against him.

“Right around here,” Kyle showed a spot down near Alex’s spine, where he’d been hurt the worst, and Michael held his breath as he pressed his fingers to the area. Alex whimpered slightly against Michael’s neck, but his expression soon relaxed as Michael rubbed.

Before he knew it, Kyle was gone, but he didn’t care. Alex was in his arms, sleeping against his chest like he’d always belonged there. Michael thought he always had.

Alex stirred after half an hour. He turned his face into Michael’s shoulder, gripping his jacket. He started to lie down, and Michael was helpless but to follow. In the end, they ended up with Alex curled around Michael’s chest, his breathing gradually turning slower and deeper.

Michael hesitated before he dared press a kiss to Alex’s forehead. “I love you,” he whispered into his hair. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Alex murmured an incoherent response, snuggling deeper against Michael’s neck, inhaling his scent, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. And still Michael rubbed his back, holding him tightly, promising him that he wouldn’t let him down again.

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I just wanted some angst and fluff.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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set-phasers-to-whump · 3 years

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trust fall

prompt: “do you trust me?”

whumpee: max evans, also slightly kyle valenti

fandom: roswell new mexico

hi hi hi! this fic is set at some point this season after everybody finds out about max’s heart. i haven’t seen the last three eps (curse rnm and 911 for being on at the same time...) so idk where exactly this Can fit in but it don’t matter too much... i hope you like this!

Max wakes up shaking - or, no, that’s not quite right, to someone shaking him. He opens his eyes with a soft groan. Everything is blurry and dimly lit and his head really hurts.

“Wh’ happened?” he asks, not entirely sure of the identity of the person he’s talking to.

“The ground just...collapsed under us. It looks like we’re maybe 15 feet down,” says Kyle’s voice, and the blurry figure in front of him resolves itself into Kyle’s shape. Max gets a flash of memory - being with him, exploring in the desert, a cracking noise, waking up just now. “It looks like you hit your head. You’re bleeding a little bit.”

Max nods, because this makes sense. His head hurts and he’s pretty sure there’s something sticky running down his forehead, which he assumes is blood.

Some combination of the headache and the nodding and the feeling of blood on his face creates a sudden spike of nausea and before he can even process or react to the feeling he’s throwing up and god, that makes his headache so much worse, and then Kyle’s hand is on his shoulder and Max is apologizing and Kyle is saying not to worry, it’s okay, just take a deep breath, you’re fine. It takes a second, and then the pain in Max’s head dies down a bit and he feels like he can breathe properly again. He opens his eyes, which he doesn’t remember closing.

Kyle is looking at him with a sort of professional concern on his face that tells Max he is probably not okay. Which is something he most likely could have figured out for himself, admittedly.

He watches as Kyle rearranges himself, digging into his right pocket with his left hand and pulling out his phone. He turns on its flashlight, and suddenly their small enclosure is a lot brighter. It hurts Max’s eyes, which he promptly closes.

“Max. Hey. Open your eyes and let me get a look at you really quickly and then I’ll turn it off, okay?”

Max opens his eyes - yet again - and squints into the bright light. Kyle’s hands are gentle and sure as he touches Max’s face, turning his head gently, looking into his eyes, examining him for...something, Max is sure. What that something is, he has no idea. He just sits there and tries to keep his eyes open. Everything is blurry and bright and he can’t really see Kyle that well, but at one point he adjusts his right hand and Max thinks he sees a pained look on Kyle’s face. He isn’t sure, but then Kyle moves his hand again and audibly winces.

“What’s wrong?” Max asks, at the same time that Kyle asks, “are you dizzy?”

Neither of them answers the other’s question. Kyle repeats his before Max has the chance. “Max. Are you dizzy?”

He is. Not overwhelmingly so, but it’s there. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess. Are you okay?”

Kyle ignores his question, turning off the flashlight. “Do you have a headache?”

“Yes.”

“How’s your vision?”

“Kinda...blurry.”

“Are you nauseous?”

Max would’ve thought that one would be obvious. “Yeah.”

“Okay, you’ve almost definitely got a concussion. I’m gonna see if there’s any service down here - do you know if Michael’s around? I think we might be needing his telekinetic powers to get out of here.”

“Sure, yeah, he’s in town.”

“Great,” Kyle replies, and he turns his phone back on (sans flashlight). Max watches him as carefully as he can, watches him type slowly and carefully with the fingers of his left hand. The phone rings - it’s on speaker - and Kyle breathes a sigh of relief.

“What’s up, Valenti?”

“Michael, hey,” says Kyle. “Uhh…so Max and I are sort of…stuck underground. We’re in the desert, not super far from the pod cave - you’ll see my car, and not too far from that, you’ll see a hole. If you can come rescue us, that is.”

“I’ll be there soon,” Michael replies, and hangs up.

Kyle takes a breath like he’s about to say something else, and Max has had enough of that. It’s his turn to talk.

“Kyle…” It’s his turn to talk if he can remember the words he wants to say. It takes him a few seconds, during which Kyle is charitably silent. “You’re hurt.” He means it to come out as a question, but it doesn’t.

Kyle sighs, and shifts a bit, throwing his face into the light. The pained look Max thought he’d seen is back.

“It’s nothing.”

Max promptly reaches out a hand and grabs Kyle’s right wrist, having fairly easily determined this to be the location of his injury.

Kyle hisses in pain and yanks his hand away. “Leave it, Evans,” he says sharply.

“Let me see,” Max insists.

“No,” Kyle insists right back.

“Why not?”

“Because I know you, Max.” Kyle sounds exasperated. “You can’t heal me.”

Max repeats himself. “Why not?”

“What should I start with? The fact that you’re concussed, or the fact that your heart -”

“Kyle, it’ll be -”

“Don’t you say it’ll be fine, Max. It’s not fine. None of this is fine.”

“I’m sorry I -”

“Don’t. Just...look, Evans. Do you trust me?”

“Yeah,” Max says, without a second of hesitation. Of course he trusts Kyle.

“Then listen to me. I have a sprained wrist. You have a heart condition and a concussion. I will be fine without immediate medical attention - without immediate alien healing powers. You don’t need to be exerting yourself right now. Michael will be here soon and he’ll get us out of here and I’ll go get appropriate medical treatment and then I’ll give you appropriate medical treatment and we’ll both be fine.”

“Yeah, okay.” Max gives in because he trusts Kyle and Kyle’s professional opinion of his own injury, and also because he’s getting tired and really doesn't feel like having an argument. He closes his eyes for a second and Kyle is immediately tapping him on the cheek.

“You can’t sleep right now,” he says.

“Why not?” Max asks, for the third time.

“Because you have a concussion,” Kyle says, like this should be explanation enough. It is, technically, Max knows, but he’s tired and in pain and just sort of foggy and he’d really like to sleep. But Kyle is intent on not letting him, and he insists that Max should talk to him to keep himself awake.

“Tell me about something you love,” Kyle says, and for a second all Max can think of is Liz, and then Kyle taps his shoulder to get him to focus and Max starts talking about writing, about his lifelong ambition to become an author and the poems he used to write in the margins of his notes and the way that it feels to finally figure out how to convey the thing you want to say and about a million other things that under any other circumstance he would never reveal. Now, though, the words spill from his mouth as easy as anything, which Max figures is probably the result of his concussion. He doesn’t actually mind it, though - in fact, he kind of likes it, this soft, easy honesty. It reminds him of Liz, a dull ache in his chest, but more than that, it makes him feel safe, comfortable. Like everything is going to be okay, even with the blood drying tacky on his face and the aching in his head and the persistent nausea and all the other discomforts that come along with having a concussion.

“Thanks,” Max says, suddenly, during a lull in their mostly one-sided conversation. The second he says the word he wishes he had something better, something more, to say, but his brainpower is a little lacking at the moment. He repeats himself, putting as much feeling as he can behind the word this time, and hopes that Kyle gets the message.

“Of course.” Kyle reaches out and puts his good hand on Max’s knee, and just like that, Max knows that he understands.

thanks for reading this! i love how the title theme perfectly fits this fic lmao. i hope you liked it!!!

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lovecinnatwist · 3 years

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So I know you wrote a star sapphire Dick au, but I raise you a star sapphire Jason au—he always seems to love everyone around him a lot more than they seem to love him and he just wants to be loved so badly poor baby

Hello Anon! I loveeee this idea! You didnt specify a pairing so I've made it gen. Let me know if you have a pairing in mind. I've left it open for ideas.

All are welcome to slide into my DMs with ideas for star sapphire!Jason.

Lanterns Lead Home

The first moment of consciousness Jason Todd has after being beaten to- not death apparently- is warmth.

The fuzzy feeling of being held by what must be twenty different pairs of hands pulls him back as he wakes. Every broken sob and desperate scream that wants to rattle free of his chest melts away into nothing. The air itself seems to vibrate with something sweet that he can’t put a name too. Every draw of breath fills him with kindness until he can recall the feeling-

love.

Tender touches chase away the bruises and scars until he can’t remember if they were ever there. Soft and caring caresses cup his cheeks and soft lips kiss away his tears. It’s too much and something that he’s been without for so long. For a moment he thinks of Catherine. Who she had been before the drugs. The thought of her breaks something in his chest. He cries and what seems like dozens of voices echo out validations. They sing back welcoming calls to release and let go.

So Jason does but he’s still floating. Still in the warm embrace of what he realizes must be his sisters. They must be because they call him that over and over and over again. A cup of something sugary comes to his lips and he gulps it down greedily. It coats his insides sweeping through him like a scolding saccharine syrup.

Consciousness starts to slip again but insistent slaps to the face jolt him awake.

‘ Not yet. ‘

He knows what the words are but his ears don’t actually hear them. The woman over him has blue skin and gorgeous eyes that see into everything he is. He wants to turn away from it but she holds him steady. There is another cup. She makes him drink and this time Jason feels like he’s suffocating.

He swallows more cups until he feels like he's at his limit. Then the hands are moving him and the rocking motion makes him feel sick. He passes from one hand to another until someone is bringing him to his knees in front of a huge glittering basin.

“ Purge Ja’s Purge and be reborn. “

He feels dizzy and sick. Like he’s still rocking. He clenches onto the cool surface ahead of him. He tries to collect himself but memories start surfacing like bile in his throat. He remembers everything in startling detail. It all flashes before him until he flies forward and purges.

He shakes and shudders through it. The loud cheers after every heave grounds him in support. Many hands hold him to stop him from falling in but no one stops him from emptying everything that he is into the quickling filling basin.

He trembles and they replace that one for another. He can’t believe there’s more to give but everytime he feels peace a vile memory twists up and sends him face first into the bucket. By the time he’s thoroughly wrung out and empty- gentle hands pull him up. He doesn’t fight as he’s taken by many hands to a cool pool that bubbles against his skin. It fizzes and sizzles but doesn’t burn as his body is submerged. His eye lashes flutter.

He gets a vague glimpse of blue skin and pinks and then someone tells him to hold his breath.

He does and goes under. Everything goes black.

Most Pink Lanterns don’t need to go through the rebirth. At least that is what Ja’s has heard from the others. The ring finds them before anything bad can happen. Usually during high emotions of love or joy something Ja’s has felt little of. Or well maybe that isn’t quite right.

He does love, he loves everything. He loves hard, fast, passionate and ferociously but sometimes it feels like there isn’t any left for him. Sure he’s had people care for him, but to choose him first? To love him first…. Wilis loved money, then Catherine loved the drugs, then there's Bruce who loved the Crusade and Alfred… well Alfred could never love him more than Bruce.

It had been that that drove him to Ethiopia in the first place.

He remembers everything in startling clarity now. His birth, his life, his death and of course both rebirths. It’s hard to forget the feeling of splitters digging into your fingertips and the taste of mud as you dig yourself out of your own grave. Who knows how long he had been wandering Gotham in a fuzzy haze? No one found him, no one had been looking for him. At least that's what he thought until he saw a pink glow.

The star sapphire. His star sapphire to be precise.

Lost in the memory he gently touches the gem. It’s a wonderment, meeting the sisters of the lanterns corps and of course… getting permission to be- well who he's always known himself to be, Ja’s as they call him.

It had been freeing to be allowed to be nurturing. To be allowed to be tender and to care. Despite the changes that he’s gone through he feels more like himself than ever before. Like his body suddenly fits and he is grateful for the Zamarons for allowing him the ceremony. They honor his pronouns, as they all honor and celebrate femininity as its essence and not as sex or gender. Ja's has learned nothing if not the suffering of smothering his divine feminine in his last life.

Now he is free.

( He tells himself that's why he hasn’t gone home to Gotham. Not because the existence of the third Robin Bruce has replaced him with. )

He does a good job at ignoring his old life and memories for the most part too. The few indulges he allows are watching digital transmissions of different versions of pride and prejudice with his sisters. Even in space nothing seems to beat human literature, something that Ja's gets to share with the others. He learns how to love deeper. Not only himself but more importantly everyone and everything. Mostly in the emotional sense… while the others- well Ja's isn’t quite ready for the sexual sense yet.

Like many of the Pink Lantern Corps he has yet to meet his soul mate.

The thought flutters low in his stomach. While he could easily show someone their love in his ring, the power didn’t work for star sapphires themselves. They simply had to wait for the pull and circumstance when they would feel the electricity in the air. Other members in the corps said that the feeling is indescribable. Like swallowing lightning or crashing into a planet with nothing to cushion the fall.

Though unfortunately, most of his sisters felt that with every good looking creature they came across.

Ja's takes a drink, lounging about in the Green Lanterns station. They’re taking a short interlude before heading back home. One that the others are taking full advantage of. It’s kind of embarrassing how the revealing costume and reputation of his corps makes others stare. He hears the whispers and feels the eyes on him just as clearly.

It’s stupid because he isn’t even the best looking of them all. In a universe full of aliens most lanterns find humans rather dull. He hears the giggles as the others flirt. That’s all it is sometimes, flirting. While other times- Ja's turns the blind eye to Nadia’s wink as she disappears with a lantern down the corridor. He doesn’t flush long familiar with their games. Still a little part of him feels empty.

If only he could give as freely as they did.

The chair next to him creeks making him sigh. Great, another lantern trying their luck. Couldn’t they tell he just wants to finish his drink in peace? He turns around to give the person a piece of his mind, anger already hot on his tongue.

That is until playful green eyes fall on his. Ja's immediately tries to escape but Ryner grabs his wrist.

“ Well if it isn’t my favourite Star Sapphire. “

Ja's knows there’s no way he’s going to be able to pull the other off without causing a scene. He gives one more futile tug while Kyle just raises an unimpressed eyebrow. He groans just as the lantern orders himself his own drink.

“ What do you want Ryner? “

The green lantern only lets go when he’s sure Ja's won’t run. Which is funny considering the fact that he's always running. Whether it be from bad guys, suitors or most times his sisters. It’s something that comes from growing up on the streets. The only place he’s ever felt safe had been… warm memories of the manor and Bruce's smile tug at his heart.

“ What makes you think I want something Ja’s? “

The very clear inflection of his voice Ja's wants to say. The other human has always made himself a pest whenever their corps comes to visit. It’s probably because they are both humans and around the same age. Not that they’ve really spoken about how they both ended up here.

He doesn’t answer Ryner and takes a sip of his drink instead. The playful smile on the green lantern holds no matter how long Ja's ignores him.

“ So I'm going down to Terra thought maybe you’d like to come? Apparently Batman could use some extra hands. “

At the mention of Batman Ja's interest piques. It’s rare to hear about anyone from his former life. Of course he does look through mission logs from time to time. It’s public access in the lantern corps library after all- but otherwise it's uncommon for Bruce to ask for help. The last thingJas's saw was Batman, Nightwing and Robin rescuing Hal from a villain he didn’t recognize.

Ryner is either ignorant to his inner conflict or ignores it.

“ It’ll be fun. You know Bats never lets us in his city. Could be nice? We could get a burger afterwards. Maybe catch a movie. “

It sounds like a date. Ja's would think it’s one too if he hadn’t told Ryner exactly how he feels about those things. He’s a nice guy, not bad looking from what he can see… but still he needs- well he wants the spark.

He meets the boyish smile with a frown but it does nothing to make it go away. He shouldn’t. He’s done pretty well ignoring both earth and the bats. Still the big huge heart in him wants. He wants to see Bruce again and help him.

A tiny part of him wants to go home and pretend like his dad still loves him even though he’s gone and gotten a new kid. One who’s probably in Ja’s room with all new clothes that are fitting of a good son. A loved son.

Ryner bumps shoulders with him pulling him out of his head. His ring had begun to flicker a bit from the emotional distress. The other human places a hand over it to block the light and Jason let’s him. It’s a distraction.

“ C’mon Ja’s Earth isn’t like you remember it. Let me show you a good time? “

That stupid hopeful smile and the shy way Ryner really looks at him hurts. He’s weak to things like this. People actually caring about him. He’s practically starving for it. He swallows down his protest. After all it would probably be nice to see his family again. They probably wouldn’t even recognize him. He could go and help and then maybe take up Ryner on his offer for a burger.

Something light. Something Casual.

“ Fine.. That sounds ok- I’ll go. “

Ja's wishes he could ignore the stupid happiness radiating off of the other lantern.

“ Swear to God Ja’s this is going to be so much fun- You aren’t gonna regret it. There’s this one place that serves burgers like the size of your head and the art on the wall is just so hilarious- “

Ja's rolls his eyes as he finishes the last of his drink.

“ Shut up Ryner and don’t make me regret this. “

The green lantern mims zipping his mouth shut and Ja's laughs.

Turns out he’s actually right as well.

Jas's hasn’t been to Earth in years and it really shows. The place looks different. Even Gotham in all its dirt and grime feels foriegn to him. He joins the other lanterns in their job of catching and sending the aliens back to a prison at the corps. It’s fun with the little quips the Green Lanterns seem to toss back and forth between one another. Jason isn’t used to it but it’s a vibrant kind of energy that leaves a smile on his face even while he’s fighting.

With the group supers the battle is over quickly. Quick enough and Ja's finds himself disappointed. He doesn’t know why but ever since they’ve been back in Gotham he has been positively vibrating. It’s new and exciting and maybe it’s because he caught a few glimpses of familiar capes and blue.

When they all land on the roof for briefing Ja's feels like he’s about to burst from the excitement.

This time when Ryner bumps into his shoulder it isn’t quite as annoying and he bumps back. It’s playful and light which seems to be the mood with them all. That is until Batman comes down with his dark dramatics.Jas's goes stone still at the sight of him. A blue and Black shadow follows behind before the bright colors of Robin pop up the edge of the building.

It’s- strange to him. Like being on the wrong side of a mirror. He takes in what he can see of Bruce’s face from under the mask. The worn lines seem just too deep to be on the man he thought of as his father. Even Dick’s posture feels different and the new Robin… Well Ja's wishes he could say he feels anger but if anything he just feels- strange. There’s also something else. It’s slow and thrumming in his mind like he’s running on outdated software. His entire body itches all over and all he wants is to get closer. He needs to be closer. Close enough to touch, feel and just make sure they're real. That they are who he remembers and not just a figment of his imagination-

Ryner nudges him and Ja's hisses under his breath.

“ We gotta go. Didn’t you hear the man? “

Ja's had not heard him. The soothing quality of Bruce’s voice always made it hard to focus. The dark timber of it has always been more relaxing than menacing in his opinion. Just- being so close to them but not with them feels so strange. He knows he has to go over there. It’s been years and he probably doesn’t even fit in space left. There's anxiety at the thought, to go home he'd be willing to cut away any parts of him that he needed to. He swallows. It’s a sad and small mindset, something that he’s supposed to be better than by now.

“ Heard him say what? “

Someone clears their throat and now there’s all eyes on them. Apparently they weren’t being as quiet as they thought.

“ That your help has been appreciated but you are not welcome in my city. “

Hearing it and knowing it are two different things. While Ja's always knew how Bruce felt about metas and supers, actually being told to leave is equal parts hilarious and frustrating. The itch that has been nagging him turns into an entire rash. He takes two steps forward but Ryners hand stops him from closing the distance. He shrugs off the touch, it doesn’t feel right.

“ Yea? And who decides who comes into Gotham. Last I checked I have a birth certificate sayin i’m Gothamite and that means I can come to this cesspool whenever I want. “

He spits the words in the accent to prove a point. He’s giving away too much- too much information. He knows how Bruce obsesses over identities. It's not like the corps where everyone knew everything. A few people look around and Jas's suddenly feels even smaller. Ryner pulls him back and he can’t get himself to move. He just stares at Bruce hoping- wishing that the man will know it’s him. That he’ll close the distance and hug him and hold him. That he’ll smell like home like he always did when Jason could fit on his lap.

Because as many sisters as he has now he only has one living father, brother and grandfather. He only has them and Jason wants so badly to be told that he could have them again. Space has never felt like much of a home. As much as the others made efforts they’re versions of love and his are different. He clung to the idea of meeting a soul mate and being full but now that he’s actually in front of Bruce he just wants to be here. With his dad.

The shush on the roof is eerie. Ryner pulls harder and this time Ja's stumbles back.

“ Ja’s lets go. “

The hardness of his voice spurs him into action. Bruce doesn’t move. He doesn’t move an inch and it hurts so badly he thinks he might die. When the lanterns take off he hesitates for just a moment. His eyes find Dick’s hoping for…. He doesn’t know what. When their eyes meet his heart pounds and his blood rushes in his ears. The blankness he gets back makes him flinch.

His eyes flicker to the Robins and the innocent wide eye stare is just- too much. He feels like a spectacle. His eyes flutter around and soon he realizes just how out of place he is. Not like he ever fit to begin with.

Shame rolls over him. He staggered back a few steps. No one moves and his throat goes dry. He turns and flies after Ryner in mortification.

#star sapphire jason au #ficlets #lanterns lead home #gen fic

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litwitlady · 4 years

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A Soft Landing

They have spent every day for the past week together. Morning, noon, and night. But they’ve told no one. Wanting to take their time with each other first. So, tonight’s group meeting to discuss the escaped Mr. Jones will be the first time they are together in a room with other people. And they are both stupidly nervous for some reason they cannot figure out.

Michael is late to Max’s house. He parks beside Alex’s Explorer and heads inside. Eyes immediately landing on Alex and his whole day is better. Instantly, like a punch in the gut. He tries to keep the silly grin off his face, but he mostly fails. Alex fails too. Just two dopey lovesick faces surrounded by the furrowed brows of their concerned friends.

No one notices at first. The way the air in the room has suddenly changed.

There’s an empty spot between Alex and Kyle on the sofa. Michael intends to plant his ass squarely in the middle. But he wants to be inconspicuous, so he mingles a bit first – kissing Isobel on the cheek, squeezing Max’s shoulder, smiling at Liz. Goes to the kitchen to grab a beer, looking over his shoulder to make sure Alex already has one.

He pops the cap off the sweating beer bottle and heads back out to the living room. Stops to chat with Maria – just a quick hello, how are you. And then slides smoothly onto the couch, elbowing Kyle on the way. ‘Move over, Valenti.’ He doesn’t once look at Alex. It’s the kind of restraint that is so often beyond him. He holds the cold beer against his neck. Tries to concentrate on what Liz is saying.

But then he accidentally stares down at the place where their thighs are just shy of touching. And his heart begins to race. The heat of Alex seeping into his skin.

Maybe the sofa wasn’t the best idea after all.

Max is now droning on and on about ‘the savior’ and ‘the devil’. Michael tunes him out. The blood coursing through his veins is too loud to hear over anyway. Pressure builds all throughout his body. He flattens his palm on his thigh and stretches out his pinky. But Alex is too far away. He licks his lips.

‘Michael?’ Isobel’s voice breaks through his stupor.

He clears his throat loudly. ‘Um, what?’ He can feel Alex’s eyes on him now. It makes him slightly dizzy and his palms turn clammy.

‘Do you think we should take the chance or wait until we have a better plan?’ Michael has no clue what she’s talking about. So, he does what he normally does in these situations. ‘I agree with you, Iz.’

She smiles, satisfied. ‘Then we wait.’ Max groans. Michael goes back to ignoring everyone.

Except Alex, of course. Who has taken the opportunity to press his shoulder into Michael’s. And it’s like the whole world sinks away as they concentrate on the feel of each other. Silly grins locking back into place.

Michael risks a quick glance at Alex out of the corner of his eye. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and his hair is tousled. But not quite sex tousled. Michael deeply, deeply wants to change that. Already imagining his fingers threading through Alex’s thick hair and hanging on tight while he fucks him into wreck and ruin. Can already taste the salt of him on his tongue. Can feel his filthy moans echoing down deep in his bones.

He shuts his eyes tight. Tries to even his breathing. Swears at himself inwardly and wonders if they will always be like this. He hopes so. Prays so. What’s growing between them the very thing that he’s been chasing all his life. First, in the stars. And now, seated right next to him.

Alex doesn’t seem to be faring much better. He’s busy rubbing his own palms up and down his thighs. And his legs have spread wide enough to knock his knee against Michael’s. Neither one noticing the way Isobel, Maria, and Liz have all narrowed their eyes at where they sit on the couch.

They both slide a hand down their leg. Pausing at their touching knees. Pinkies rubbing against each other. It’s not nearly as subtle as they think.

Isobel smirks. ‘You two going to fuck right there on Max’s sofa? Give everyone a little show? I’ll pop some popcorn. Just give me the word.’

All of the air is sucked from the room. Everyone goes deadly silent. Michael and Alex jerk away from each other. Kyle snorts.

‘Anything you’d care to share with us?’ Liz tries to soften the moment. Six pairs of eyes stare at them. Rosa giggling from the back corner.

Michael and Alex both take deep breathes. Alex speaks first. ‘We are working through things. And it’s going well.’ He smiles softly at Michael and takes his hand. They both sigh at the relief that one simple touch brings them.

‘I, ah, I also basically moved in with him. So, that’s where you can find me from now on.’ He no longer cares to stop himself. So, he leans over and kisses Alex on the cheek. Soft and sweet – finishing with a gentle nose graze along Alex’s cheekbone. The silly grin returning.

‘I get to plan the wedding!’ Isobel squeals gleefully, clapping her hands and bouncing up and down. Everyone shakes their head at her while Alex and Michael both blush. ‘Oh, what? We all know that’s coming sooner rather than later. I give it a year. Tops.’

Neither Alex nor Michael attempt to deny the truth in her words as the group descends on them, hugging them into laughter.

#malex #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin #i stole my own tag #Sunday fluff

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heelwriting · 4 years

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Prompt: There's people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you're close.

Fandom: Wrestling, WWE

Pairing: Kyle O'Reilly x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 603

Masterlist | Buy Me coffee

It was part of the show, all was part of a storyline for NXT, Cross and Scarlett were chasing us, special effects were used to give it a creepy vibe, the lights where red and there was fog everywhere, it was difficult to see.

We had rehearsed the scene during the day but this was it, this was being filmed for the show and I was completely lost, they wanted to film everything in one take, which made everything more difficult.

As I wandered around the hallways I suddenly I feel a hand pull my arm into an alley, we were face to face, Kyle was a few inches away from me, we both realized are bodies were too close but when we heard Scarlett coming we knew there was no going back or the taping would have to restart.

After a few minutes went by and I stopped hearing her voice, thinking it was over I was about to talk but Kyle shushed me with one finger against my mouth, his eyes opening big, motioning towards the resounding voice of Scarlett still monologuing, I nodded understanding we weren’t done filming.

He removed his finger fast, realizing he had left it there for too long, he smiled shyly and evaded looking at me directly, his cheeks where tainted red, he looked adorable.

It had been a few months since I started feeling something for him, the way he smiles, his goofiness, his kindness, everything about him was special and I, very easily fell in love with him, but working a storyline as his tag team partner was even harder, hiding the constant blushing and trying not to look at him with lovey dovey eyes was the hardest part.

That was the closest we had been in proximity and it was almost making me numb, one move of my fingers and our hands would be touching, our chests were almost in contact I could feel the heat of his body, my heart was beating fast and I swore he could hear it.

Luckily I heard Triple H yell “cut”.

Without looking back at Kyle I started walking away, but this time it was his voice what stopped me, hearing my name roll out of his mouth was like he casted a spell on me, I couldn’t move in other direction but towards him.

“Wait”

He said with tender voice.

I was afraid of what he would say but I was already turning my feet, we were face to face again but I avoided looking at his eyes.

“what’s up?”

I asked trying to sound normal.

His fingers touched my chin, lifting it and our eyes met again, there was so much brightness in his eyes, for a second they wandered down my face, he frowned letting go of my chin.

“I should have told you before”

He said.

“I really like you and I… can i…”

He paused swallowing hard, taking courage before talking.

“Can I kiss you?”

Still in shock I didn’t trust my voice to come out so instead I smiled and nodded yes, his hand went to the back of my neck, he closed the distance, our lips colliding in the best possible way, brushing along perfectly, I was starting to lose air fast, my head was getting dizzy from all the mixture of emotions.

When we separated he kept our foreheads together, my eyes were still closed feeling the moment, finally, quiet and peace. As I opened my eyes and looked at Kyle still trying to catch his breath, he was looked at me as he smiled and said.

“Finally”

Originally posted on October 1, 2020

#kyle o'reilly #kyle o'reilly one shot #kyle o'reilly imagine #wrestling one shots #wrestling imagine #nxt imagine #nxt #undisputed era #wrestling drabbles #wrestling one shot #wrestling fanfic #wresting fanfiction

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kazbrkker · 4 years

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Chapter 8: Second Chances

Chapter summary: Aftermaths of the Wolf’s escape & two painfully, oblivious pining idiots.

Warnings: mention of stitches, old scars. (3502 words)

28 October 2019, 2330 "Alexis" and "Alex" | Codename Aces CIA with SAS and Urzik militia Sakhra, Urzikstan

"Stop moving," Alia grumbled exasperatedly for the fifth time. Her nimble fingers were supposed to make stitching up Alexis' gnarly forehead gash easy—if she could stay still. Then again, nobody could sit still through that without anaesthetic.

Begging for a distraction, Alexis' teeth scraped against her pale lips and her fingernails subconsciously dup deeper into Farah's arm with every stitch.

"I don't know why you do this without painkillers," Alia mumbled absentmindedly, every movement meticulous. It went unanswered, for Alexis refused to supply the 16-year-old with more horror. A few more stitches later, the young girl leaned back and smiled.

Thank Heavens. High pain tolerance, sure, but needles... Alexis was wise enough to stay far away.

Alexis' impatiently patted the medical gauze, nodding at the decent patch-up. Of course the Marines had professional medics on deck, but when Alexis awoke, she felt responsible for Alia's red-rimmed eyes and loud sniffles. So, pain be damned.

Alia scowled, swatting her nosy hand, "No! Do you want an infection?"

"I am older than you," Alexis reminded.

"Yes. More stupid too."

Bewildered, her neck craned towards Farah, jaw-slacked at the commander's blatant shrug in agreement. Overwhelmed by the thunderous support, "This is a mutiny of some sorts..."

"Uh-oh, your boyfriend is coming," the young girl loudly announced. Her accusation reeled stares from closer bystanders.

Heat found its way to Alexis' cheeks, spreading under Farah and Alia's teasing grins. Dizziness soon trickled in, forcing her to blink rapidly in an attempt to concentrate past the nasty headache. "Alex is not my boyfriend."

"Did I say it was Alex?"

Farah huffed, bumping fists with the younger. The conniving duo displayed megawatt smiles when Alex and Kyle came into hearing distances. Holding a box of ration packs, Kyle gestured for them to take their pick. That knocked their smugness off.

Alex plopped beside her, eating out of his rations. "Tell me you feel better," he more than demanded, giving her battered state a once-over. His eyes lingered on her forehead.

"Am I supposed to lie?"

A shadow flickered past his face, "Should I bench you?"

"Yes, if you wish to die in your sleep," her quick movements to snatch away his wristwatch communicator intensified the pain. "Although blunt force trauma is not as deadly as this headache."

"Crack another joke and I'll deliver you to Price," Alex threatened at her lightheartedness. Though his menace soon faltered at her radiant grin.

"Boss is not in a good mood," Kyle chimed in.

"Mutiny..." Alexis mumbled. "Fine, no more jokes about concussions."

The group chatted about their game plan for tomorrow when a rude growling stomach sounded. It certainly didn't go unnoticed by Alex, who willingly gave up his rations. Packaged pasta had never tasted better, she mumbled gratefully, "Have I ever told you how amazing you are?"

Alex laughed, "Now I know you hit your head too hard."

"Would you be open to the idea of getting matching injuries?"

"Are you flirting with me?"

"No, it's just in season," Alexis shook her head, bemused. "Shut up and eat your veggies, you're giving me another headache."

The scorching look of triumph was clear in Farah and Alia's expressions and for the same reason, she purposefully evaded their eyes.

"I thought the CIA frowned upon dating in the circle?" Kyle asked casually.

The unexpectable question forced her to choke, coughing loud enough to render someone patting her back. Alexis flushed at his concern, aware of the stutter in his pats. Both CIA agents were red, and boy, were Farah and Alia having a field day.

Alexis prayed her face was the usual controlled indifference. This wasn't the first time someone mislabelled their friendship, so why was this suddenly a big deal? "Yup. They hate it."

Kyle's lips formed an 'o' upon realisation, "Sorry, I thought you two were..."

Alex cleared his throat, "That's a popular opinion."

"Maybe everybody has a point. You did call her baby–" Alia cheekily added.

You little...

Alexis gently slapped a hurried palm against her mouth, muffling the jocular giggles from the young woman. It didn't stop her from cheekily winking at the group. Other than the two in cynosure, the others wore matching grins.

Perhaps they were playing matchmakers, but right now, her priority was to dig herself a hole.

From the unreadable look on Alex's face, he felt the same. When Alia tried to wrestle out of her grips, she thought the reddish hue on his face was a figment of her imagination. Yet if it wasn't, he sure didn't spare her the glory with this knowledge, as his head swiftly lowered to observe the hardwood floor panels.

Witnessing him this taciturn was a rare sight. Before she could entertain her illusions that maybe her friends were onto something, Price yelled for Kyle.

The tension in the air snapped.

"Get some rest. We need energy to catch the Wolf tomorrow," Farah gave a friendly side hug, saving Alex from Alia's nagging reminders about her stitches. He replied with a salute.

And then there were two.

"She's awfully like you," Alex smiled. Spitfire personality, dauntless and stubborn.

"Hopefully not, I'm a horrible person," she joked wearily, eyes losing in a battle against the slurry languor that washed over her. Coupled with the splitting headache, she wrangled between climbing upstairs to find a bed or staying here. The latter almost won until she was hoisted up.

"Don't bother, you're not walking," came Alex's reply and she obliged. When she reopened her eyes, Alex had already sat her down a bed to unlace her boots. She carelessly slithered her sweaty top off her skin.

They squeezed into a tightly-confined shower, sighing in bliss as warm cascades of water enveloped them, splashing the warfare away. Her arms looped contentedly around Alex's neck as he started to wash her blood-crusted hair, careful to shield her head wound.

"Hi," Alex wore a suspicious smile.

She sighed, "Here we go."

"Damn right. You have an immaculate talent for making people worried."

"Why thank you..."

Goosebumps raised as he silkened down her arms, tracing the red streaks clearly shaped from her nails. The way his dark eyes fastened on her made her heartstrings twitch nervously, "You could have died."

She laughed humourlessly. "You think too little of me."

"I'm serious, never do that again. You run into anything you can't handle..."

"I had him under control," she retorted.

"Clearly not enough."

"The bastard got to me. My fault, okay? I messed up. I don't need another reminder," she snapped, and the hands in her hair stopped. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"Sure you did," he nodded, not in the slightest offended. The fact that someone managed to one-up her caught his attention instead, "What did he say?"

Now Alexis suspected he could read minds. "Why did you think he said something?"

"Call it a hunch."

Alexis sighed, not fond to revisit her failure. "Alex..."

That was her warning, and he took it. "Just saying, I've never seen Price that worried."

She closed her eyes and shook her head dismissively, "He's just annoyed he'll have to answer to Maddox and Forbes. I'm a prized possession."

The cubicle echoed with their laughs.

Alex worked past the scars that littered her body, leaving trails of soap bubbles. He could pinpoint them with his eyes closed, yet with today's new additions, he had more to commit to memory. His thumb brushed over a spot on her upper right thigh, smirking at the slight shudder he induced but more so at the memory.

Was she nervous?

Hearing Alexis' hoarse voice confirmed his suspicions, "Remember this?"

"'course, you took a bullet for me," Alex said, still glazing over the raised bump.

August 2016, Brazil. 30 grand bounty over their heads. They played a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the entire city. A mercenary almost tore through his kneecaps until she knocked him out of the line of fire.

A charming smirk reappeared, "Few things say "I love you" like a bullet to a non-essential area."

She snorted, punching his chest. Cloudy mist floated around them, the water was too hot, almost scorching. Or maybe it was his warmth, she guessed. Her mind was foggy, only thinking how much endurance she had to not bask in the feeling of his coarse hands.

Then again, she was a soldier. Willpower was all she got.

Maybe not, her hormones decided. As hard as she tried to toss the raunchy thoughts, Alex made it difficult. Especially his arms... she was a real sucker for strong arms. The temperature was sweltering and with their bare bodies practically pressed together was not aiding.

"Switch," was all she said before she forcefully flipped them, leaving her under the running water—hoping it would clear her mind. Hasty fingers weaved in his wet hair, her turn to bathe him.

"Nasty scar," she picked up their conversation, "Scares people away."

"Maybe you should revaluate your definitions of a partner," Alex scoffed, "Scars are god damn sexy."

"In theory, I must be sexy as hell."

Hm. You have no idea.

The bullet scrap on her arm healed nicely by now—still an open wound, though it no longer hurt when she raised her arms. Useful to know, as she foamed his hair. Her gaze traced the numerous tattoos across Alex's body, eventually landing on his chest.

Her favourite tattoo of his—a butterfly.

Butterflies are the universe's proof that second chances exist, this stuck with her ever since she read that somewhere in a digest.

A similar tattoo rested along the sides of her ribcage, accompanied by an eye on top of it. The idea struck her when she finally made Lieutenant. It felt symbolic, a parting gift to her old life.

She always had a sneaking suspicion Alex wanted a matching tattoo but was too afraid or embarrassed to say it. He'd chat her ears off about parallel tattoos, as if she didn't pick up on it. So it was no surprise when one day, he suddenly showed up with a butterfly stuck on his chest.

It was a sweet gesture and thus made her way more resolute to not jeopardise their friendship. Tattoos were sacred to a man like Alex, who never stood a chance against Command. He'd make sure to find something he loved in every location he went, and inked it. His way of establishing control over his job—by remembering parts of the good.

Her finger skimmed past his butterfly before grabbing the showerhead to drown his hair clean. They were two people engrossed in good memories among warfare. And it felt liberating.

That was until she noticed he was looking at the prominent area on her chest.

Burnt flesh, the size of his palms, staring back at them.

The entire atmosphere shifted. A shiver of glacial magnitude rushed from her toes and her heart sank. The scar's jaggedness made her feel even more self-conscious.

Hot poker on her skin, an iron branding from the mob. If she closed her eyes, she could envision the exact scene. Fear not, if the mental baggage wasn't enough, there was a physical one.

"You deserve the best, you know that?" She didn't know which irked her more, the sympathy in his tone, or that he placed her on a pedestal.

I'm damaged goods, the thought fed her demons. So why do I deserve the best?

She peered at the man in front of her, every word earnest. He'd say it a million times and yet she wouldn't believe him.

Perhaps it was the head injury or hormones, but her eyes soon welled up with tears. Within seconds, what started out as small sniffs transformed into full streaks of tears. The tears blended into the stream of falling water but it was unmistakable.

The sight broke Alex's heart. Shattered it, really.

Silently, Alex switched off the faucet and dressed her. Every step jerked new tears that stained his bareback. At her quiet sobs, he berated what an idiot he was for reminding her.

The contact of soft mattress made her flinch. With tear-stained eyes, she gaped at the man who Omar Sulaman promised to kill and it almost made her whimper pathetically.

The malice thoughts stopped whispering when warm touch on her face descended her back to reality.

Alex.

"Yeah?" She hadn't realised she said it out loud.

"Stay with me," she implored. His head was already nodding, but it didn't satisfy her.

A hand shot out anxiously, "No, not this. You can't ever die on me." Her sudden request puzzled him. "Promise me."

"I promise," he said. "What happened, Alexan– Alexis?" Her birth name sat heavily on the tip of his tongue, almost escaping in his concern.

Over time, she'd built a reasonable resilience from Alex's relentless questionings, yet today her defenses lowered. "Back there... He said he'd kill you, he'll make me watch," she swallowed the rising bile. "And I let him go... Fuck."

Alexis felt like an utter failure. Not only did she fail to extract information about the stolen gas, but more people would suffer as a result of the Wolf's escape.

Losing the usual silver lining from her interrogations made her dangerously close to spiral out of control. In her mind, she unjustly tortured a man. And it was vile—even if that man was Omar Sulaman. Now, she found the line between her and her torturers blurred.

Though she didn't specify, Alex placed two and two together. "The Wolf?"

She merely nodded, still gripping his arm painfully like he'd slip away. The desperation her pleads carried haunted him.

"I'm going to fucking kill him," He saw red, only able to suppress his anger by making this promise. Without hesitation, he levelled their faces together, mumbling reassurance of I'm not going anywhere.

In the moonlight, Alex could still see the faint tint of pink that stained her nose—he compared it to the pink chrysanthemums he saw earlier today. How could anyone still look this enchanting while sobbing was a mystery to him, though he was staring right at the answer.

She never ceased to amaze him.

"I'm with you, okay? Always." This sentence never lost its genuineness. He'd do anything for her—the world begins and ends where she says so.

She felt his lips move against her ear, and her racing heart slowly composed itself from his assurance. Losing composure was uncommon for her, but even in this exception, she was sagacious enough to know the air between them had long changed.

Refusing to play host to her desire, her head stay lowered. She opted to wipe her tears and joked about how she didn't want his ghost to haunt her, hoping a distraction would alleviate her pounding heart.

Despite her prayers, Alex tilted her chin upwards to meet him, "Never happening."

They were so close. "Even when you're a ghost?"

"Mhm. I'm pretty hard to shake."

"You'd definitely be one of those annoying ghosts... With no sense of boundaries."

The magnetic allure of her lips called to him. On its own accord, his thumb ghosted ever so slightly over her parted lips, stealing a sharp breath from them both. They were dead silent.

And something in Alex warned him to reduce his voice to a whisper, afraid that he might scare this moment away, "Boundaries... You want it...?"

Everything was electrified. His touch, his gaze. Alexis worked hard not to crumble under his intense stare.

Then it happened, his gaze fell on her lips. She definitely didn't imagine that.

"Do you?" she deflected. Mildly embarrassed that her voice had the abraded texture of stone against stone.

Even when her lungs screamed for air, Alexis still forgot to breathe. She was busy listening to the angel and the devil warring inside her, pleading to her rationality. It was clear which side won when she closed her eyes.

Her world was pitch black. Senses put into overdrive. The touch along her jawline felt like it burned. She thought if this was what being set on fire felt like, she'd gladly pay the price.

His breath fanned across her nose. And then their noses touched.

Alexis felt horrible for her overworking heart, rapidly pumping oxygen to her brain—she certainly dared not to breathe, terrified to screw this up. Maybe there was a screeching voice inside her head, but it was fogged by her desires.

Tingles rushed through her when his lips brushed her own, the velvety feeling of it already so addictive. Alexis closed her eyes, waiting for the impact, and then–

A sharp knock forced them both apart.

She almost got whiplash from how fast she turned to the door, making her clutch her head in pain. The silhouette of Kyle Garrick stood in front of them, head still bowed while reading a prescription off a medicine tube.

"Nero- no, Neosporin," he cluelessly recited. "Antibiotic cream." When Kyle finally raised his head, a look of doubt crossed his face upon the flustered duo.

He awkwardly tossed the tube to Alex. "Okay... Weird vibe. Alia said to apply it or else."

"Thanks, Garrick," Alexis grimaced at her slightly pitchy voice, "Um. Get some rest, yeah?"

"Mhm. As you were..."

The door closed after him. Tensed at the shuffling sounds behind her, her brain replayed the scene much to her protest.

"Still want me to stay?" Alex said in a low voice. She hadn't realised she was still staring at the empty doorway.

What was that? She never loathed her noisy thoughts more than this moment. Oh fucking fuck, shit. I'm so stupid.

No... Why am I embarrassed? He initiated the stupid kiss! She reasoned, digging for some form of consolation to find the courage to snap around, preparing herself for what might come next. But she wasn't expecting the smug smile he so proudly wore. She then wondered if she should feel relieved or nervous.

But as a wave of dizziness forced her to grab a handful of bedsheets, she inwardly spoke gratitude that she didn't have to decide.

What was this? What were they, really? Too many questions and too little answers.

"Come on, it's past your bedtime," Alex pulled her back into the bed and started to administer the medication on her cheek wounds. Today was already a heck of a day, and with the soothing circles rubbed into her skin, she surrendered to her tiredness.

"Night..."

Upon her steady breathing, Alex tossed the tube across the room and it landed accurately on his vest with a soft thud. His finger outlined a path from her forehead and hovered hesitantly above her lips. The very same one he should have already felt.

Thanks, Garrick.

A frustrated sigh escaped him, loud enough to make Alexis nuzzle deeper into him, an arm draped over his waist.

He laid back down, replaying their scenes from earlier. A bolt of lightning might as well strike him now—maybe that would explain the bursting feeling in his chest.

"Wow," he mouthed in realisation. "I'm a damn idiot."

Years ago when she tipsily ended up on his doorstep desperate for him to take the pain away, he willingly obliged. No denials that he had the biggest selfish reason to say yes.

Fuck, it was a strange feeling to finally get all that he dreamt of. That night, he was too busy planning a confession in his head to sleep. But by dawn, the demons inside him questioned if he truly deserved someone like Alexis.

Someone like her? For him? It was too good to be true. His mind raced with the "What ifs?"

"What if our jobs clashed?"

"What if I put her in danger?"

"What fucking if the long distance fucks everything up?"

Their friendship would be in shreds. And she was one of the– the most important person in his life. No way would he lose her.

So he pushed her away—looked her in the eyes and lied. For Heaven's sakes, he wanted to punch himself. And he knew he made the right decision because when their friendship took a hit for a few weeks, the loneliness was unparalleled.

He didn't want to feel that way again. Ever.

Alex might have kept their friendship, but at the cost of everything. He liked to picture how different things would have been, if not for his cowardice. He thought about it frequent enough to imprint a permanent gnaw in his heart.

Now, here it was. A bloody second chance. His second chance.

Alex peered down to the butterfly tattoo on his bare chest, smiling. The universe's proof, alright, he whispered, "Gotcha."

The night ended with Alex falling into dreams of the woman he loved.

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a/n: they're such stupid fools... & omg i hate this chapter so much idek. btw what do yall think alexis’ real name is?

taglist: @flyboidameron @wanderlustgiant (wanna be tagged? lmk!)

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Part three of this

For three days, Michael had been able to suppress everything he’d been overwhelmed with since Saturday, the night of his engagement party. Thinking of those words still made a brick form in his belly, but he’d been coping, splitting his time equitably with Maria and alone, processing his thoughts over Alex.

He’d made an effort to be around town, running errands for the Pony, swinging by the hospital to drop off coffee to Liz and Valenti, popping in the Crashdown for lunch. Michael told everyone he just wanted to keep busy; his research had stalled out, so he needed to reignite those creative juices.

If he’d happen to bump into Alex during one of his outings, then so be it.

Of course, that didn’t happen, and Michael didn’t know if what he felt was relief or crushing disappointment.

Tuesday afternoon brought a text in the group chat from Kyle.

Dinner at the Crashdown? 7?

He watched as the replies came in, everyone but Maria who had the bar to run, free. As he headed out that night, offering Maria a smile and a kiss, he promised he’d let her know the scoop. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the domesticity they had, the ease with which they moved in each other’s lives.

Around 7:15, Michael sauntered into the diner, kindly removing the hat from his head and taking a seat next to Isobel after placing a quick kiss to her cheek. He slumped in the chair and placed his order with Arturo, trying his best to look as casual as possible while monitoring the entrance for Alex.

“No Alex?”

At Liz’s mention of his name, Michael’s eyes met Kyle’s who, he noticed for the first time, looked distant.

Kyle nodded, attention on his hands fidgeting on the tabletop. “Yeah, that’s, uh, why I asked you guys to come here.”

“Is he okay?” Isobel’s voice was calm as her hand subtly moved into Michael’s lap to squeeze his tightly. Michael thought he might break her fingers, but he couldn’t let go until Kyle answered.

“Yeah, yeah he’s okay.”

Michael’s hand relaxed and released the breath he was holding.

“He was transferred, though. Left for Texas this morning.”

Although Kyle hadn’t moved a muscle, Michael felt the room tip suddenly, up was down and right was left. Thankfully, the others had the same questions he had since he couldn’t form words.

Rosa huffed, “Texas? Why didn’t he tell anyone?”

Michael watched Kyle shrug through squinted eyes, doing his best not to literally fall out of his chair with the sudden dizziness. “I don’t know. He sent me a text telling me to swing by, but he was already gone. He left me a note, basically gave me the cabin and asked me to keep an eye on his place.”

“But we didn’t get to say goodbye.” Liz’s voice broke with her tears. Michael knew she always felt like she was failing her friends, always a step behind what they needed nowadays. Priorities elsewhere.

Kyle met his gaze when he said, “he probably thought it was easier.”

Before thinking, Michael stood, hand covering his mouth afraid he might be sick. He felt Isobel’s hand pulling on his coat, but he had to go. He didn’t know where, but he couldn’t think here.

He heard his name being called but he charged out of the diner and into the too hot evening, practically gasping for air. He stumbled to his truck and drove, unsurprisingly ending up at Alex’s house. The front door was locked but, after a quick look around to make sure no one was wandering past, he let himself in.

The place smelled like Alex, even looked like Alex. The walls and furniture were mostly plain colors but soft fabrics. Everything had its place and it was all exactly where it should be. Michael opened a few kitchen cabinets, looking at the mostly plain coffee mugs and drinking glasses. Buffy’s toy bin sat empty in the living room next to the unplugged tv.

His heart raced as he stood in the doorway to Alex’s bedroom, afraid of violating his privacy but desperate to feel close to the man who was now hundreds of miles away. Softly he stepped into the room, noticing the large size of the bed and the luxurious looking bedding. Michael’s breath stuttered when he realized it was probably Alex’s only big splurge, doing his best to get good sleep.

With shaking hands, he opened the closet to find it empty with the exception of some hangers and an extra set of perfectly folded bedding. His fingertips swept across the top of the wood dresser until they found the nickel handles and pulled. The top drawer still had a few pairs of sox and boxers, probably too beaten up to be granted space in his luggage. Michael opened the next drawer and let the first tear escape when he saw a few t-shirts and two pairs of sweatpants left behind.

He quickly pulled off his boots, unbuckled his pants and slid the sweats on. His jacket landed on the floor next to his jeans, followed by his own t-shirt. He slid Alex’s on and stood frozen, catching his image in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He turned in order to see himself clearly and wrapped his arms around his center as tightly as he could.

He looked and felt like he was seventeen again.

As his throat tightened, he silently climbed into the bed, burying himself under the warm, soft blankets and pushing his face into the pillows, taking deep breaths of Alex’s scent.

Alex was gone. Alex had everything he felt he needed, and he was gone.

Michael sobbed until sleep was kind enough to take him away.

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