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pov: graves comforts you after tiktok shuts down in the us

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Soap: My favourite pastime is sneaking therapy tips into conversations with Simon the same way you give a dog a pill wrapped in peanut butter.

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RAHHHH i’m such a sucker for a good roommate trope plus the writing in this is chefs kiss and the TENSION ugh amazing

i CRAVE roommate!gaz who lowkey makes your jaw drop everytime you see him chilling on the couch in an exercise tank top and shorts with his stupid little perfect smile

FALSE GOD — kyle garrick

might’ve started drooling i fear roommate trope means everything to me !! enjoy this quick lil thing i spit out

warnings gaz is hot and cocky what’s new

KYLE GARRICK HAD a sickness. an insatiable hunger at the base point of his skull that told him to strum your nerves like raw guitar chords.

he followed it’s beck and call. ignored every one of yours.

that’s why he teased you like this. he needed you to admit the things he saw dance behind your eyes when he called you sweet little names.

his head dipped on the back of the couch, chiseled jaw grinding as his body stretched. a large palm laid flat on his taut belly, thumb hooked just past the waist band of his shorts.

you opened the door, and his stupidly beautiful face split in a grin. it was truly nothing you’d hadn’t seen before, you seemed to always catch kyle at the worst times.

“go take a shower, you whore.” you throw at him, then your keys and bag.

he tosses it to the side with a grunt.

“i’m not a whore,” he says simply, but the way his left eyebrow arches up — you question the validity of the statement. he cocks a forearm up behind his head, flexes it, and you know it’s a lie. he fucking knows he’s hotter than a two dollar pistol. and it irks you.

but damn it, he was pretty enough to lick the sweat off of.

“staring at me like you could eat me and i’m the whore,” gaz scoffs, and some acid bitten laugh falls from your mouth.

“oh, you’ve done it now, garrick.”

you lunge at him, crossing the couch in a few lousy jumps before you start throwing cushioned blows into his abdomen. you ignore that it feels like you’re hitting bricks.

he tips his head back and laughs, actually lets you land some of those strikes before he kicks a leg under you. his hands follow your wrists, pin them together and then you to the couch.

a gasp falls out of your mouth before you can stop it.

your eyes jump around frantically, some pathetic attempt to ease the concrete set gaze he has on you. you struggle against his grip, but it’s unwavering. makes a coil tighten in your stomach.

“kyle, let me up,” you huff, but he’s beaming like a damn cheshire cat.

“no.”

you jerk against the restraint again. “please?”

he cracks, and the bruising of your arms briefly alleviate, but when your eyes find his, he pushes down harder.

“admit you like me,” he coos, and it sounds foreign coming out of his pretty mouth. this six something, two hundred pound man, pinning you to your shared sofa, almost pleading with you to admit something so juvenile.

you laugh. “i don’t.”

“do too,” he rebuttals.

“do not.”

he hikes a meaty thigh between your legs and pushes it against you. something that stings you like arsenic and warms you like whiskey hits the back of your throat. he feels the heat of you against him and has to bite his cheek not to vocalize it.

“do too. i can feel you, lovie.” at least he tried.

your head lolls to the side. you can feel his eyes burning fever onto your turned cheeks. “fine.”

“fine what?” he implores, and his free hand falls to squish your chin, make you look at him again.

“fine, ithinkyou’rehot.”

“hmm?” he’s not having it. prick.

“you’re beautiful and you make me sick when you look that good sweaty as a mug. happy?”

he nods and licks his teeth. you can tell he feels accomplished, like he’d won something out of a claw machine. maybe he had.

“yes.” he grinds his leg again just to see you swallow a whine then releases you from his sick vice. pats your cheek for good measure. “thanks, pretty little dove.”

when he rises to his feet to go off and shower as you’d originally suggested, there’s a twisted triumph etched on his face. it makes your eyes roll. he’s honestly just glad you caved before he had to start walking around the house naked.

a/n : begging someone to ask for a part 2 im drooling

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i’m literally screaming and giggling like i’m fucking reading fanfic for the first time✨🥵 for real though this series has me ABSOLUTELY SAT like i’m waiting in line for the next part, so everyone do urself a favor and give this a read xoxo

Part 3 (I need a lil name for this I think?)

Pairing: Kyle x fem!Reader (american, unfortunately)

Word count: 2k-ish

Tags/warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, sex (oral (both male and female receiving, unprotected PiV)

A/N: Just some more cringey mid smut. I'm sorry reader has no thoughts just horny okay? Hot men want her and she's not questioning it. I promise when she's not getting off she's dedicating her life to wildlife conservation and championing women's rights.

Part 1 | Part 2

Why had it never occurred to you to move here? The UK was lovely.

You were spending a Sunday exploring your new neighborhood, just checking out the shops. A crisp autumn breeze made you hug your sweater closer.

The local bookstore was nestled between a specialty tea shop and an antiques market. Floor to ceiling bookshelves were well-stocked with beloved classics and new releases alike. The latest addition to your favorite romance series sat on one of the top shelves. Juuust out of reach, even stretched up on your tiptoes. A hand came into view as you fumbled to grasp the spine, pulling out your intended book and placing it in your waiting hands.

You make to thank the stranger and completely forget your words as you look up at what you believe to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Warm skin, warm eyes, warm smile. You wanted to wrap yourself up in him like a blanket.

"Haven't read that one yet, but I love the author," he let you know, giving the cover a couple taps.

He reads glorified fantasy smut?

"Oh yeah, they're great! Really feels like you're in the story." You immediately recognize how that could be misconstrued if he knew the content. You feel like you're on fire, burning with embarrassment. He just agreed with a laugh.

Kyle, you learn is his name, invited you back to his place for tea. Was that normal here? For strangers to ask you over for tea? You told yourself you didn't want to decline and be impolite. And of course you wouldn't stay for long, it's a work night after all.

So you found yourself curled up on a deep sofa that felt like a cloud (you'd have to remember to ask where he got it), hot tea in hand, discussing your shared love for the author that brought you together.

And when he asked if you'd read to him, you obliged. Momentarily forgetting your pick in literature had you describing rather- ahem -explicit interpersonal relationships. With each mention of peaked buds or a turgid member, you wished you could be the steam swirling off your tea and evaporate into nothingness.

Kyle had moved closer, placing an arm over your shoulder as you tried your best not to stumble over the words. "Keep going, dove," he encouraged.

Who were you to defy him?

And then his warm palm gripped your thigh, tracing small circles there with his thumb. That feeling sent a little shockwave up your leg. You tried not to squeeze your thighs together.

You caught Kyle's subtle shifting of hips next to you. Your voice trailed off as you looked up at the man. Not realizing just how close the two of you had become. His lips just a couple inches from yours. They looked soft, plush.

You don't know who closed the gap, just that you wanted to melt into the feeling of his lips on yours.

A curious flick of his tongue across your lips had you parting them to get a taste of him. A lingering floral sweetness from the earl gray. Delicious.

His hands slid to your hips and guided you into his lap to straddle his thick thighs.

(God, you really should've moved here sooner.)

Long fingers wandered up your shirt, toying with the band of your bra, sparks radiating under your skin where his fingers made contact. He hesitates.

"Need help?" You question against his lips.

He let out a low chuckle. That was all the consent he needed. Kyle made quick work of unclasping your bra and removing it and your shirt in one smooth motion.

"Bloody hell," thumbing over the soft skin of your breasts. Watching the skin tighten and your nipple react to the sudden exposure and stimulation.

"Speaking of peaked buds," he smirks.

That gets a giggle out of you. "Shut up if you want your turgid member," giving a roll of your hips, "to get any action."

He placed love bites and kitten licks around the sensitive tissue as he caressed your tits stroking lightly over your nipples. Each brush like an electric shock to your system.

Your hips are moving of their own accord, seeking any friction you can get. The pace bordering on frantic. You feel like a damn teenager. Could probably come just like this.

"I want to taste you," he sighed. "C'mon lovie, want you to sit on my face."

"O-oh, I've never...," you trail off, too embarrassed to continue.

"S'alright, it's easy. I do all the work and you just enjoy." He's looking up at you through his long lashes, with big brown eyes impossible to say no to.

He made it sound so simple. So, you shimmy out of your pants. Not your cutest panties. Just a cotton pair embellished with a small bow. But the sight seems to have Kyle even more excited.

"I'm scared I'll hurt you," you fidget on your feet.

"Dove, I promise you won't. But if this is how I go out, it'd be an honorable death," tugging your panties down your thighs.

It takes a bit of awkward adjusting to get you into position, hovering over the gorgeous man between your thighs. You can feel his hot breath fanning over your pussy.

"I said sit, love." His strong hands draw you down to rest on his open mouth.

Any nervous thought is immediately forgotten. You can't focus on anything but the feeling of Kyle working you open on his tongue, your hips bucking involuntarily.

Kyle catches his breath for a moment, "Just like that love, ride me."

When he suckles your clit you keen, fisting the couch cushions in your hands. Your moans almost drown out the lewd, sloppy sounds of your juices and his saliva mixing together. Kyle's eager to lap up everything.

Kyle continues rhythmically sucking and licking and fucking you on his tongue until he finds the pattern that has your breath hitching.

"I-I'm close," you stutter out. "Gonna come, Kyle."

He lets out a groan against your clit that sends delicious vibrations through you and pushes you over the edge. You gasp as your cunt flutters around nothing, Kyle suckling you to the point of overstimulation.

You struggle to lift yourself off of him to escape and flop over next to him. He shifts up to a sitting position. When you look over at him, you're embarrassed to see the neck of his t-shirt is slightly drenched. Kyle's wearing it like a badge of honor, a huge grin plastered across his face.

"Thanks, dove."

You let out a laugh, "I think I'm the one who should be thanking you here."

Your eyes trail down to the sizeable bulge tenting his trousers. You have to swallow back the drool pooling in your mouth at the sight. Kyle reads your mind. "Really, you don't have to."

Your eyes darted back to his. "Oh, I definitely want to return the favor," slipping your fingers under the waistband of his trousers. Kyle hastily shoves his bottoms down as you settle in between his knees, his cock springing free with a smack against his stomach.

He's cut. With tight, dark curls surrounding the base. What's most enticing is the slight curve and the prominent vein you swear you can see pulsing. The tip shines with his precum.

"Oh wow," you breathe. "You're so pretty."

Kyle huffs, "That's probably the cutest reaction I've gotten. You always so swee-," he cuts off with a hiss. You've taken his swollen head into your mouth, running your tongue along the sensitive edge of his tip. Making eye contact the whole time.

Wanting to get a better view, he lifts the edge of his shirt up, holding it between his teeth. Dog tags clinking against his chest catch your attention. But any consideration for them is lost when Kyle let's out a ragged groan, throwing his head back as you suck and try to take him deeper

You're not able to take all of him, wrapping your hand around his base. He places a gentle hand on the back of his head, urging you to bob your head.

There's an ache in your jaw, but the growing desperation of his moans has you pushing through it. The sound of his pleasure exciting you again, shifting your thighs, trying to get a bit of stimulation.

You do your best to relax and push past your gag reflex, breathing steadily through your nose. When you can feel him in your throat, you swallow around him.

"Holy fuck, dove!" he's squirming beneath you, but you don't let up.

"Oh! Oh, shit!" he pushes you off of him by your forehead. His breathing is labored.

"You're gonna have me embarrassing myself," shaking his head as he hauls you back into lap. "I hafta know what that pretty cunt feels like."

"Oh god, please," you beg.

Kyle's got one hand gripping your ass and spreading you apart, the other positioning himself at your entrance. You feel your breath punched out of you when you sink down his length. It feels deeper than anyone's ever been.

"Christ, I don't think I'm gonna last," Kyle admits through gritted teeth.

Sucking Kyle off had you aching already. The feeling of him filling you up was heaven. You can't help the way your cunt squeezes around him, "Me neither. Just move, Kyle."

You both move in tandem, fucking yourself on his length as he thrusts his hips up into. Kyle brings a hand down to make quick, tight circles around your clit. His precision has the tension building inside of you rapidly. It doesn't take long before you're coming again with a cry, your climax setting off Kyle's. You don't have the strength to lift yourself but you grind down onto him, riding out both of your highs, slowly coming to rest against his chest, Kyle's strong arms holding you close.

You can feel him softening inside you, but he makes no move to remove himself. You're resting your head in the crook of his neck, trying to catch your breath, when a shrill ringtone makes you jump.

"Dammit," Kyle reaches to grab his phone and glance at the screen. He turns back to you with a slight grimace as he shifts you off his lap and onto the couch, juices dripping down your thighs

"Shit. I'm really sorry. I gotta take this real quick. Work," he explains. "There's water in the fridge if you need it. So sorry, love," he disappears down the hall.

You make your way to the kitchen to look for a paper towel or napkin to clean yourself up and notice a small notepad on the refrigerator with what looks like a partial shopping list. You eye the pencil dangling from a string attached.

You only gave Johnny a rating because you thought you'd never see him again. But you wouldn't mind if you saw Kyle again, and he certainly deserved a thank you for the mind-blowing experience.

Kyle's not back from his call yet, so you grab the pencil and quickly scrawl out:

10/5. Prettiest dick I've ever seen, and he knows how to use it. Even prettier face. Makes for a great seat.

You also leave your number. You need to make new friends, you reason, and Kyle seemed like a very good friend to have.

You're at the door shouldering your tote bag when Kyle walks back into the room.

"Maybe we can get to know each other better when we both have a little more time?" He suggests, toying with the bottom of your shirt.

You bite down the overeager of course! that wants to burst out of you and opt for a slightly more coy, "I'd like that."

"I left my number on the fridge," you let him know before bidding the man goodbye with a sweet kiss on the cheek.

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Johnny is seething. Kyle is laughing his ass off.

"10/5 tha’ must be a mistake. It's gotta be a 1 point 0. Your dick's not even tha' pretty," Johnny huffs.

"Don't be like that, Soap. Seen the way you look at me in the showers."

Johnny's grumbling, his competitive nature getting the best of him when he looks up at the other man in the room. "LT, you should go after her, bet you couldnae even get her tae come home with you. Scary fuck."

The big man's permanently bored expression looks a shade more interested, "If you insist.”

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izzie’s late night drunk thoughts part. idk but i have too many of these

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my sister just moved in to college and she got me the absolute best sticker i’ve ever owned

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always a sucker for these🥹🎀

Ghost is the type of dad that would fall asleep while letting his kid color in his tattoos, only to wake up 30 minutes later to find his whole face covered in a kaleidoscope of scribbles.

Gaz is the type of dad that only has to be taught once not to hold a freshly-fed baby above his head. Even several months after the incident, he still shivers when he recalls the warm puke falling directly into his mouth.

Soap is the type of dad that gains 25 pounds of “sympathy weight” during your pregnancy (not to mention the additional 25 pounds he puts on a few years later from his habit of polishing off your toddler’s unfinished dino nuggets).

Price is the type of dad that has definitely gotten all of his kids to pull his finger at some point. By the time he does it to your final child, it’s almost become a right of passage to have dad fart in your face.

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the authors note of all time

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for all my ugly sleepy girls out there🎀 (aka me bc beauty sleep is not a word in my vocabulary lol)

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pairing: kyle "gaz" garrick x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, some implied sexy fun times lmao

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You were by no means a sleeping beauty. You had been told by friends, family members, and even exes that you were the absolute worst when you slept. The laundry list of reasons you were the ugliest sleeping corpse crept into your mind every time you fell asleep. From drool-soaked pillows to your snoring that sounded like a mix between a chainsaw and a rumbling earthquake, you reveled in the fact that you lived in a one-person flat.

That was part of the reason you were hesitant to allow your boyfriend, Kyle, to spend the night after some festivities. It wasn’t like you hadn’t slept together before but it was usually following a drunken-filled night and he was still knocked out when you awoke and made yourself look a bit more presentable. But this time, it was clear he had come to stay when he showed up at your flat with dinner and a small backpack. Your heart sank as he innocently walked to your bedroom and you peeked into the bag to find it filled with basic toiletries and a fresh set of clothes for the next day.

You knew you were doomed the minute you both fell back into the sheets and he replied that he would get washed up for bed. “You sure you want to stay over,” you called as you followed him into the brightly lit washroom, “I’m a bit of a kicker when I sleep.” You decided to throw that in instead of all the other odd things you did in your sleep, you secretly hoped he’d get the hint and head home. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him go about his quick routine and waited for a response. “Think I can handle it,” he replied as he patted his face with one of your face towels and delicately folded it in his hands. His boyish, charming smile made you melt but you decided to remain firm on the task at hand. You tried to feign a smile and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Alright,” you said a bit cautiously before making your way to the sink, “just have to brush my teeth, I’ll be back to bed in a moment.”

The minute Kyle was out of the bathroom, you speed-ran your nightly routine. You ditched your multi-step skincare routine and went with the bare bones. As you quickly rubbed your moisturizer in with one hand and brushed your teeth with the other, you tried to figure out a solution to your current predicament. Kyle was the perfect partner and you wanted him around in the future but you knew from past experiences your sleeping habits were an immediate turn-off. You juggled the idea of sneaking to sleep on the couch but decided it was too risky. Eventually, you decided in your infinite wisdom it would be best to try and stay up for the remainder of the late night. You sighed as you washed your hands and patted your face with a soft towel. You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before shutting the lights and returning to the bedroom.

“Took you long enough,” Kyle teased as he pulled you into bed. He gently placed his phone on your nightstand as you approached the bed. You giggled as he flipped you over him and wrapped a secure arm around your waist. You couldn’t help but reach a hand up and allow your fingers to trace his features. “You have to tell me what you use to keep your skin so soft,” you teased as you leaned closer to him. He smiled at your comment before moving his hand to tuck a few loose pieces of hair behind your ear. “I’ll never tell,” he whispered as he gazed at you, “besides, you are the most gorgeous person to me.”

Oh, how ironic his compliment was. You couldn't help but mentally gag at that comment, knowing there was so much more to you that he hadn't and hopefully would never see. It pained you to even try to imagine what it would be like to pull off an all-nighter. However, to keep Kyle, you would do anything. You lay in a comfortable silence, your hands exploring his chiseled frame, before he spoke up again. “Get some sleep, love,” Kyle commented before placing his head into the crook of your neck. You sat wide awake as his gentle breaths brushed your clavicle. You were fighting off sleep the best you could but were drawn into the idea of peaceful slumber every time he slowly tightened his grip around you. You pinched the side of your thigh as you tried to continue your little charade. You eventually moved slowly, untangling yourself from his grasp. You gently moved his head from your neck and rolled out of his arms that were settled around your waist. You could’ve sworn you heard him stir awake but the minute you looked back, he was still softly sleeping.

As you turned over and watched the soft midnight light hit Kyle’s face, you couldn’t help but yawn a bit from exhaustion. You rubbed your tired eyes and refocused your attention on how his chest softly rose and fell. He was gorgeous even when he was asleep. He looked peaceful as if he was something out of a fairytale book. You secretly envied him as you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your various social media platforms. You could feel your eyes getting heavier as you continued to scroll. “Just going to close my eyes for a few moments,” you said to yourself as you slowly felt yourself sink into your warm sheets.

When you awoke, you frantically trapped your phone to look at the time. 8:56 AM the letters harshly read as you wiped some droll off your face. You took a minute to wake up before you realized, fuck, Kyle was nowhere to be seen. Your insecurities began to unravel before you heard some noise in the kitchen. You rose from the bed and hissed at the cold hardwood hitting your feet. You pulled on a shirt that had been haphazardly thrown on the ground and made your way to the bathroom. You took a moment to look at yourself in all of your disgusting glory as you continued to hear the commotion of ceramic cups clanging against each other. “At least he didn’t leave,” you mumbled to yourself before you ran the faucet and splashed some water onto your face.

“Hey,” you said gently as you walked over to the kitchen. You had spent a good five minutes brushing your wild hair and scrubbing your drool-crusted face. Kyle was leaning against the counter as he prepared two cups of tea. "Sorry if I woke you," he commented and you couldn't help but smile at the baritone nature of his morning voice. You shook your head as you stretched lightly and suddenly felt a bit shy at the feeling of his eyes on yours. “I’m sorry,” you suddenly blurted out as you made your way to him, “I know I’m an ugly sleeper and I should’ve warned you before you slept over.” As you scanned his face for a reaction, he burst out in laughter. You rubbed your neck in embarrassment as he calmed down from his sudden outburst. “I will say I was scared at first when I looked over and saw your eyes were open but I was happy to hear you loudly snoring after,” he said through chuckles, reaching up and cupping your cheek. You were flushed at his words and felt yourself slowly dying from shame. “But you know I’m a soldier, love,” he reassured you as he stoked your soft face, “I have slept in much worse situations.”

You let out a sigh and looked back up at him with a soft smile. “Well I’d be more than happy to stay 'round yours,” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “now that you know what you’re in for.” As you savored the moment, you couldn’t help but look over to see how the phone with a few notifications popping up. What was more important was the fact that his new lock screen was a picture of you sprawled out on his chest, eyes half-lidded, and hair a complete wreck. Before you could even think about it, he snatched the device and placed it safely in his pocket. “Don’t even think about it, love.”

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izzie’s late night thoughts (the series that never ends)

while i love all the writings out there, there’s something deep in my little heart that absolutely craves the brain rot of the 141 with a poc!reader

bc ik my little filipino, barely over 5’5” tall family would be absolutely floored seeing a tall as hell soldier walking around their home and looking at all the different souvenirs from the homeland (pasalubong in tagalog hehe) and fucking tearing up some bomb ass food

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like wow…THE fucking DIALOGUE has my jaw on the floor

op u absolutely slayed this and me

trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x gn!reader

cw: no warnings really other than smoking, otherwise just soft meet-cute goodness MDNI

you went out to the pub with friends after your breakup with mark was official. it had been nasty with him not wanting to let you go but also wanting to fuck around with a few of the interns in his office.

you rolled your eyes at how fucking cliche it felt, but the texts and voice mails he’d been leaving that flitted between trying to beg for you back and calling you the most vile shit he could think of under the sun had your anxiety peaking even if you knew he wouldn’t make good on any of his weak threats.

you’d been moping, so your friends had decided to celebrate your freedom and distract you by dragging you out for drinks at your local. which would’ve been fine, fun even, if mark hadn’t have been there too. he turned up an hour in and stood at the bar with his new girlfriend under his arm.

he moved on quick. you thought about the voice recording he’d emailed you two days ago of him sobbing into his phone, talking about how he simply couldn’t live without you, how seeing you block him on everything had broken his heart.

watching him laugh with this new girl angered you more than it should.

why did he get to move on and be happy when you were still trying to pick up the pieces of a relationship you weren’t even happy in and had checked out of for the last couple of months?

you huffed and downed the rest of your drink before announcing to the table that you were going to the bathroom. you snatched up your bag and walked off before you could hear them reply.

instead of passing by mark to get to the hallway hiding the grungy toilets however, you turned to the exit instead. once you were out of the big arching doors, you slowed your walk and hovered near the hip-high wall that surrounded the pub’s outside seating and dug through your bag for your pack of cigs. you were trying to quit, but now seemed like an understandable time to relapse temporarily.

the stress of seeing mark unexpectedly was enough to want to chain a pack and a half.

you swore fiercely when you couldn’t find them and remembered you’d had the last one at the beginning of the week at lunch after finally blocking mark’s number. you remembered dabbing the tab end out and thinking it was a future you’s problem if you needed another any time soon. well, shit.

when you saw you were alone and unable to bargain for a spare off someone else, you pulled out the scrumply pack of nicorette gum your friend had bought you from the corner shop when you first announced you were quitting, knowing you wouldn’t have thought that far ahead - and right she was. you’d been intermittently scranning them like candy and only had one left.

you mentally made a note to buy another three packs as you popped it in your mouth and chewed furiously. it didn’t bring the same relief but the chomping was satisfying enough that it was slowly calming you.

you were debating messaging your friends to let them know you were leaving and why when someone else stepped out of the pub doors and joined you at the wall. unbeknownst to you, he’d spotted you a minute before and after catching a glance at your frustrated chewing he’d decided to find a way to introduce himself.

stood next to you as he was now you could see he was handsome, and with dark eyes and broad shoulders it was hard to imagine he wasn’t everyone’s type.

you watched him pat down his pockets with exaggerated movements before he sighed, those broad shoulders slumping in defeat. it all felt a little theatrical, like he was putting it on despite it only being the two of you out there.

he turned to you a second later and didn’t seem surprised to find your gaze already on him as his hopeful eyes took you in.

“don’t happen to have a light i could bum, d’ya?”

“‘fraid not,” you winced in sympathy. “stuck on gum myself.” you gesture to your mouth as you chew a little obnoxiously to prove your point.

“got any of that going spare?”

“this was my last bit,” you said, wishing you’d bought more if only for the excuse to keep talking to this guy. an idea popped into your head and you gave him a quick once over; he caught your appreciative gaze and lifted an eyebrow at you, amused. “unless you wanted to share?”

you pulled your gum out, letting it catch on your teeth so it stretched a little before offering it out to him. you weren’t really expecting him to take it, it was a bold move on your part to offer this stranger your well-chewed nicotine gum and you wouldn’t blame him if he recoiled back in disgust.

but he didn’t.

he grinned, shrugged, and took it from your fingers before popping it in his mouth.

“i’ll take it,” he said, and you gaped as you stared at him. oh, this guy wants to fuck me, you thought a little hysterically. “i’m kyle.”

you couldn’t help but snort when his eyebrows pulled together a second later once he’d had a chance to chew. “doesn’t compare really, does it, kyle?”

“think you’d gnawed all the nicotine out of it by time i got here,” he said teasingly.

you huffed, rolled your eyes playfully.

“you can give me it back then if you don’t want it,” you said a little haughty.

“why don’t you try taking it back,” he suggested, taking a step closer to you. his warmth was a welcome reprieve from the biting wind. “should warn ya though, i bite.”

he chomped down on the gum pointedly enough for it to pass as a playful snap of his teeth and you feel your smile grow, your eyes glued to his plush lips.

“mm,” you hum with a shake of your head. “i think you might be all bark.”

his eyebrows rose at that.

“you wanna put that theory to test, luv?”

you leant into his space, hand shyly making a home on his hip, and encouraged him to crowd you against the short wall. “proper science says we should test it a few times at least, really make sure the results aren’t just a coincidence,” you said with a faux serious nod.

“reliable data is always the goal,” he agreed.

“and you do owe me for the gum,” you added, letting your eyes flutter when the heady scent of his aftershave soaked in around you.

“mm, i can think of something i can do to pay you back.”

he closed what little space was left between you and softly pressed his lips against yours, parted just enough to tease the flick of his tongue.

the kiss was slow and deep, it felt more intimate than half the kisses you’d had with your ex and you almost felt self conscious about it since kyle was a stranger, but his hand squeezing at your hip and his small noises kept your head in the game and you gladly kissed him back under the glow of the street lamp.

he pulled back just a hairsbreadth away and you saw his arousal loud and clear in his eyes. it was a good fucking kiss.

“live up to your standards?” he mumbled, his own eyes glued to your spit slick lips, but still cocky enough to banter.

you smacked the gum he’d passed back to you with a giggle, butterflies making themselves known in your chest. fuck, you hadn’t genuinely giggled because of a man in years, what the hell was going on?

given the spit you’d shared, and whatever other fluids you were absolutely planning on sharing with kyle if he was game, you couldn’t really bring yourself to cringe at the over-used gum stuck between your molars.

“i think you should give me your number, could’ve just been a fluke,” you said, shivering at the feeling of his thumb rubbing along your skin, the soft part that bulged just above the waistband of your pants.

“checking for quality control too?”

“obviously, i take this business very seriously,” you said, pinching your brows into a mock frown as he grinned.

he patted his pockets, one very clearly holding his phone, before sucking his teeth on a wince.

“‘fraid ive left my phone at home,” he said and you paused; maybe you’d read him wrong? “so you’re just going to have to come with me if you want my number.”

you tutted, hoping your relief wasn’t too plain on your face.

“you drive a hard bargain, kyle.”

with one last look at the pub you took his hand and let him lead you off to his car, editing your text to your friends. you wouldn’t be going back inside, but it wasn’t for the reason you’d thought earlier.

[mistydeyes]

i’m yelling and screaming from the rooftops abt dad!gaz being the best dad there ever was and EVER WILL BE

dad!141 x mama!reader series

dad!Gaz loves bath time, as he gets to take care of his baby girl’s curls, taking his time to massage her scalp and lather the proper products for her hair.

Nevermind the fact that everytime they’re done, he comes out of the bathroom with soaked clothes, looking like he came out of a 2-year long battle 💀 (and mama!Reader turning pink at the sight of her husband’s pecs and abs through a wet shirt, oh lord)

and his baby loves it, purposely splashing her dad with water with the intent to drown him sometimes, taking the bubbles that surround her and slap it on his face. Makes him wonder if his little girl has murderous intentions.

And when dad!Gaz dries her off with a warm, fluffy towel, she gets all soft and bubbly, cooing at him as she’s dressed in pretty clothes mama!Reader picked out for her. Little eyelids gets droopy and sleepy, yawning while still trying her best to hold a conversation with her dada.

And Kyle feels his heart melt, warm smile spreading on his face as he watched his baby finally lose the sleep war, chubby arms stretching to ask for some uppies, and immediately snoozes at the crook of his neck as he carries her back to her mama, for some warm afternoon nap.

why an i getting these ideas in the most unconventional moments im literally at my brother’s highschool waiting for him to finish his orientation💀

[mistydeyes]

nah bc reading my old stuff is like looking at an alternate reality version of me

what if i could write good things again, omg

[mistydeyes]

obsessed w best girl dad ever john price <3

Change my mind

You can't.

Price definitely has a bratty daughter at home. But it's not like he doesn't love you or that you get punished by him—that's something his ex-wife does. No, you are, and I'm 100% sure, his favorite little girl, and you can't do any wrong. He literally spoils you rotten because he feels so guilty about his military lifestyle.

You want a vacation in Paris? Of course, honey.

The Lady Dior bag? Say no more. Daddy's got it.

You have a boyfriend? Oh, bad mistake to tell him. Expect the most intense background check from Aunt Laswell ever, and Uncle Ghost scaring that bastard for fun. And Price actually shows him his weapon collection and invites him for a weekend at his hut. :)

No wonder the bratty daughter stays single until you turn 22. Price always forbids you from meeting Gaz and Soap since you're close in age, and he knows you're beautiful and every man follows you like a lost duckling. Well, what a surprise when you tell your dad you finally met a good match for you. "Dad, he is in the SAS too and a reliable man."

Just imagine the surprise when you introduce him to your parents and Uncle Ghost (since he is always there when you meet a new boyfriend), and it's Kyle Garrick.

"Gaz, what are you doing here?"

"Captain Price?"

[mistydeyes]

Gaz is definitely soccer in my mind especially since it's a sport I've watched since I was little and it just fits so well omg

I feel like he'd be an attacking midfielder or a striker for sure and he's got a little celly and everything and you know every single goal is dedicated to you bc that boy is smitten no matter who you are

great now this is all I'm going to be thinking about 😭

ok ngl i had to have my gf who's a retired soccer girl explain this to me BUT LIKE ONCE I UNDERSTOOD I UNDERSTOOD. gaz bein a lil cute offensive playin man and absolutely showering you in love after <3 literally could completely picture it

(lets all not simultaneously imagine him dabbing his sweaty face w his shirt and exposing that glorious body of his hehehe)

[mistydeyes]

me trying to choke down an old fashioned while sayin it’s so good: 🫠