hey…uh….can i get…uh…gaz with um….a uhhh very lovey dovey gf?(or gender neutral, idc) yeah, thanks…
im sorry, i can’t request anything normally.
AAAAAAGGHHHHH I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ALMOST A YEAR TO MAKE. College kind of burned me out for a bit, and I've been dealing with some mental health stuff, but I hope this was worth the wait (probably wasn't, but still I hope you can enjoy ;0;)
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Lovie
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Lovey-dovey! GN! Reader
Reader is addressed with either "you" or gender neutral petnames
SFW ~ Fluff
Warnings: Maybe one or two swears, but that’s about it.
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
"Let's Fall in Love - Vic Damone"
0:09 ━●────────── 2:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷
───♡───────────── Beginning
Your boyfriend was in the military, and you weren’t. Kyle figured that his being away would result in you being a bit clingier than usual, but he never realized it would completely alter your brain chemistry and become, what he figured to be, the ‘loviest-doviest’ person imaginable.
Whenever he was on a mission, you would still make sure to send him at least one message detailing your adventures for the day. Maybe even a picture of an outfit you wore for the day or a party your friend invited you to. Kyle always felt guilty whenever you would go out for something special and wasn’t there to accompany you, or even protect you when you had to return home at night.
He knew that, yes, of course, you can protect yourself, but he’s still allowed to be worried about you, right? I mean, he’s your big, strong, kinda scary, not scary, military boyfriend! It’s a no-brainer that he would be scared of something happening to you.
But you’re much worse than him in terms of being worried about each other. Sometimes when he returns to the base, he’s just so exhausted that he accidentally forgets to return your texts. By the time he wakes up from either his night of slumber or a brief nap, his phone screen is nothing but missed calls and frantic texts from you.
Calling you back, he can’t help but smile at how worried you sound. Sometimes he just needs the reassurance that you still care about him, but he knows that you’ll always care about him.
And when he returns home after days, weeks, occasionally even months, you’re all over him. Most of the time, you’re waiting close to the door, listening for that familiar click of the door unlocking. It’s almost become a reflex at this point, quickly jumping up from the couch or running from the kitchen to be the first thing he sees after a long trip away from his love. Sometimes, he’ll return home late at night, maybe around three or four in the morning, at the crack of dawn when he enters your shared bedroom.
The sight of your sleeping form makes him let out a happy, relieved sigh. Your curled-up form, tucked under blankets, and a peaceful look on your face. You were safe and sound, and that’s all he cares about when he comes home.
Gingerly brushing his fingers against your calm face, Kyle cracks a little toothy smile. He’ll get himself ready for bed and snuggle up close to you under the warm blankets the bed has to offer. Sometimes, he’ll sleep soundly next to you until you wake up; other times, he’ll relax next to you and patiently wait for your eyes to flutter open and wipe away the sleep before your gaze drifts over to his toned form.
A happy noise leaves your throat before you swing your arms around him and hold him close, “You’re back! You’re back!” you squeal into his shoulder.
Now the two of you can resume your happy life together.
You both decided to go on a walk around the city after lunch the next day, your hands tightly intertwined together. Kyle can’t wipe his happy smirk off his face, no matter how hard he tries; it’s permanently plastered onto his mouth. Your grasped hands swing between yours and your boyfriend’s form.
The two of you do get some glances from a few onlookers, but you couldn't care less. You with your future husband, the future father of your future family, the very embodiment of your happy place.
You would eat at his favorite restaurant when he came back, getting all dressed up just for him, with you putting on a little fashion show for him, allowing him to fall in love with you even more, especially after so many months of not having you by his side.
He needed this.
He needed you.
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Your ‘welcome home’ date at the restaurant was beautiful, the sun slowly setting as you two enjoyed your meals together. Jazz played quietly in the background as Kyle told you all about the stupid shit his teammates in 141 got up to. You still laugh till you almost choke whenever Kyle tells the story about him being dangled out of a helicopter as it was still flying; it never got old.
And for Kyle, your smile and laugh never got old either. The way your nose crinkled, how you gasped for air in between laughs. God, you were absolutely gorgeous.
You also admired his face as he told stories, how his eyes darted around as if he was seeing the whole story play out in front of him, and each time the corners of his mouth twitched upward when he got to the exciting or amusing part of each story.
It was like when a little kid would retell all their adventures they had on a field trip and just couldn’t wait to share.
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After dinner, you two would return home, immediately shedding your nice clothes before retreating to the shower. After removing your undergarments, you turned on the water and made sure it was the perfect temperature for your man.
As you waited, Kyle approached you from behind and lovingly wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into the nape of your neck.
You could hear him take a deep breath, feeling his muscular chest rise and push against your back as he breathed in your scent.
“Do I smell nice, babe?” You chuckled. “You always do…” He buried his face even closer into your skin.
“You’re taking all my smell away!” You whined, playfully. “...’m just keeping some for when they take me away from you again, dear…” he mumbled, you could feel his smile forming against your flesh.
In the shower, the two of you stayed still, locked in a quiet embrace with Kyle still holding you from behind and his chin resting on your head. The two of you enjoyed just listening to the water running, hitting your nude bodies, and feeling each other's breath.
You eventually started to clean each other. You, of course, paid special attention to Kyle as you cleaned him up, also peppering kisses all over his face and upper body from time to time, much to Kyle’s delight.
Now, you were curled up on your shared bed, in your pajamas, with your hair air-drying. You were curled up atop the sheets, your head resting on your forearm. Kyle crawled into bed behind you, snuggling up close as he began to softly kiss at your shoulder, back, and neck.
You let out a small laugh through your nose, “That’s my job to kiss you all over…” you hummed, “Yeah, well… you’ve been doing that all day to me, just thought I’d return the favor…” he softly replied, his voice barely above a whisper against your ear before he grasped your hand, planting a kiss against your knuckles.
“...’ve missed you, lovie…”
You smiled at the nickname, “...missed you too…” You looked over your shoulder at him, the two of you locking eyes.
Kyle tried to subtly, quickly glance at your lips before you both leaned in and interlocked your lips in a deep, longing kiss. He cupped your cheek, your hand following his and resting over it as you basked in each other’s love.
The thought that it was only a matter of time before Kyle would have to be shipped off again, soon enough, tickled at the back of your mind. You only pushed deeper into the kiss to help get rid of that thought for now.
Right now, you have the love of your life in bed with you, kissing you passionately as if it were the last time he was ever allowed to kiss you.
God.
You missed each other so much.
You needed him.
He needed you.
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Again, thank you so much for your patience!! I hope I can be forgiven T-T
First. I love your work! Just the whole writing and stuff is so AAAAAAAA wonderful.
Second. Idk if its a gonna be a bother or something but i reread the Bonbon fanfic and thought if you could do a part 2. With the idea of because ghost is already a rescue price then brings another rescue home like gaz or soap.
I HOPE IM NOT BOTHERING YOU IM SORRYYYY
You're not a bother at all! In fact, I should be apologizing to you for taking so long with this!
I hope it was worth the wait, enjoy!
This is the official part 2 of Bonbon! (Go give it a read if you're interested :))
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Boom! Boom!
Hybrid AU! TF141
(Retired) Guard Dog! Ghost x (Retired) Fight Dog! Soap x Kitten! Reader x Owner! Price
Reader is only addressed as 'you'
!!No Romance Towards Reader For Obvious Purposes!!
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It had been a year since you’d been adopted by Price and a few things have changed.
First of all, you had forgotten what it felt like to be starving or what you smelled like when they’d first found you. Bubble baths were a routine part of your week, and you loved playing with your toys and scratching posts. Sometimes, when you’d be mad, you would take it out on your scratching post, or if you were feeling rebellious, you would commit the cardinal sin of doing it on the couch. But you also loved snuggling. Whether it was Price or Ghost, you loved curling up on their lap under a blanket with one of your toys. Sometimes it would be the only thing that would get you to fall asleep.
Price enjoyed the extra company and finally had someone to accompany Ghost while he was gone. Price had never really taken on a father role in his life until you came into the picture. At points, he felt like the best father figure anyone could ask for; other times, he wondered if he knew anything at all about parenting. Sometimes, he felt like he was being too mean to you, snuggling with you after a small quarrel as an act of both apologizing and forgiving.
Ghost, on the other hand, felt as if you weren’t disciplined enough. He felt like you were a little brat, getting into trouble all the time with the blame usually falling on Ghost’s shoulders. You were a little angel in Price’s eyes, only to turn around and kick Ghost out of his usual spots around the house, running it like you owned the place. But only he was allowed to be your bully. Any time you, him, and Price were out and another hybrid tried to get smart with you, a kitten, Price would have to physically hold Ghost back as he barked up a storm about how he was gonna turn them into fish food by drowning them.
But all in all, things were nice.
Then came along the mutt from the forest.
You had been playing in the yard for about an hour, Ghost was supervising you to make sure you didn’t run off into the woods. He was bored, but still kept his ears perked for any sign of danger… which he quickly caught a whiff of. He stood up from his seated position in the grass and made his way over to where the mouth of the forest began.
There was a small forest that resided in the backyard of Price’s neighborhood. You were only ever allowed to go in there under the supervision of both Ghost and Price. So when you saw Ghost slowly venturing out into the woods, you knew something was up. Your little ears perked up, your fluffy tail swishing with childlike curiosity.
So naturally, as the little kitten you were, you did the sensible thing.
You silently followed behind Ghost, not alerting him of your presence. He was too focused on finding the danger and keeping it from coming any closer to his family.
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Ghost was following a certain scent, it seemed to belong to a burly one, built similarly to him. They smelled sweaty, musky, and… scared? No, angry. No, scared? A mix of both? It was a marbled mess of both emotions.
His ears twitched in one direction, sensing a rapidly approaching figure. He quickly turned his body to face the figure head-on, ready to attack. His guard dog instincts kicked in with a small snarl as he eyed the violent dog approaching. That’s when a little thing caught his attention in the corner of his eye.
It was you!
What the hell were you doing here?! How did you follow him so silently?? Probably because you were a cat, but that’s beside the point. He looked at your tiny form with wide eyes, “What are you doing here?! Get back to the house! Now-!” He was cut off when he suddenly got tackled.
The two bulky figures collided, rolling and flying across the rough ground, causing you to yelp in alarm.
Ghost let out a growl, grabbing the figure by their shoulders and forcing them away, ready to bark their arse off before something made him stop. His eyes were wide and his mouth awkwardly hanging open. The figure, another dog-hybrid, had also stopped and was now catching his breath as he stared down at Ghost with a similar expression.
It was silent for a few moments, just the two canines panting for air with their bewildered expressions. The mysterious pup was first to break the silence.
“Ghost?”
“Soap?” Ghost replied, just as astonished as Soap was.
“Ghost!” Soap rejoiced, pulling his brother from another mother close into a hug. “Oi, where’ve ya been?? How’s retirement goin’???” He had a giant smile on his face, his tail wagging so much that it was causing his hips to move side to side as well slightly.
“Eh, it’s been good. Eventful. Why the hell are you all roughed up? They kick you out or somethin’?” “Uhh, it’s complicated.” Soap chuckled. “Let’s jus’ say, I got roped into underground fightin’ and now I’m also retired.” He laughed a little more while Ghost looked at him slightly confusedly.
“Oh, hey! No mask!” Soap pointed out, now holding Ghost’s head and examining his face. “Aye, I knew you were a blondie!” “Yes, Soap, being retired means there’s no need to hide my identity.” Ghost sighed as he was forcefully examined by his old friend.
Soap smiled from dog-ear to dog-ear as he finally got to see the face of his good friend, looking at each scar, wrinkle, and bump his face had to offer. “You’re quite the looker, Ghost.” He smirked before he was abruptly attacked by a little thing.
You meowed and hissed as you latched onto the weird man who decided to attack the man who was like a big brother in your eyes. Your claws were tiny, but you spent a fair amount of time with your scratching posts so you knew how to hook them in. The man yowled and reached back, quickly plucking you off of him as his chipped ears pinned to the back of his head.
You kept hissing and scratching the air in his direction while he and Ghost looked at each other, Soap was obviously more confused while Ghost was trying to hold back a chuckle. “Who the hell is this??” “Uh… they’re with me, Soap.”
Soap looked at his best friend with eyes as wide and big as saucers, “...you had a kid?!” He looked at you again before looking back down, “...with a cat?!”
Ghost just had to stifle his chuckles, his head slightly shaking back and forth. He had to contain his laughter before finally telling Soap the whole story about you.
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Price had finally returned home after a long, tiring shift at work. With a soft thud, he set his bag down near the front door and took his coat off.
“I’m home!” He called out, his gravelly voice laced with a hint of exhaustion. His eyes perked up at the muffled sound of you playing outside, with Ghost he assumed. Your happy giggles and squeals, an occasional shriek of surprise followed by more laughter. It made him smile knowing you were getting proper time outside despite the temperatures gradually decreasing as autumn approached.
Walking to the back door, Price opened it expecting to see two hybrids playing in the backyard but was surprised when he saw three, even after trying to recount them to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind. For a moment Price thought it was a feral hybrid who had planned on attacking his family, but realized you weren’t in any danger while Ghost was still supervising.
You were playing with the feral hybrid, and he was playing with you. He would chase you, you would chase him, ride on his back while he ran around, and laugh as he put on a show for you as he chased his tail in rapid, small circles. Still, Price was your father (in a sense) so he had to step in.
“Ghost,” he shouted at the blonde pup, “What’s all this?” Ghost looked over at the old man, offering a reassuring smirk. “Just an old work buddy, or friend. Can we keep ‘im?” He chided, his tail slightly wagging. Price only sighed, already knowing there was only one correct answer.
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So now, this is your current life. Ghost watching as you and Soap play around in the living room, lazily attempting to play with you on the couch, and Price shouting from the kitchen, as he’s making dinner, to be careful and not knock anything over.
Soap would always get this guilty look on his face when he was told this, knowing he was the culprit behind the murder of a few innocent standing vases and decor.
You loved playing with him, especially when he would play this game where he pretended you were a bomb that he had to drop (safely onto the couch, of course). He would do a dramatic countdown, “3…2…1!” and then plop you right onto the couch cushion then the two of you would chant, “Boom! Boom!”
Then, he would tickle you relentlessly until Ghost barked at him to stop because he didn’t like your little giggle-shriek sounds. Soap would stop, then make Ghost his next target by scratching behind his scarred ears. This caused Ghost to kick one of his legs uncontrollably, making you giggle.
There were times when you didn’t like Soap as much. Sometimes, he would take a bit of food from your plate without you noticing, making you through a small hissyfit when he finally took a noticeable amount. Other times, he would bark at you to stop scratching at the armrests of the couch before gesturing to all the other scratching posts you had.
In return, you would give him… the silent treatment.
Which lasted about 5 or 10 minutes until you asked him to play with you, which he happily agreed to with a small chuckle.
But the most enjoyable part of your days now was in the evenings after dinner. When you’d be curled up between Price and Ghost, your head in Price’s lap as he kept a hand scratching your head, and Ghost keeping a hand on your back or belly (depending on which position you were resting in) as he felt the subtle rise and fall of your lungs as you drifted off.
Soap usually sat on the floor, his head close to yours, so your relaxed purrs went directly into his ear. This made his tail wag with a repetitive soft thumping. All of you were probably settled down for a movie of some sort or just stayed in the living room for a small chat. Not like you were paying any attention though, you were just there to fall asleep.
However, other times, Price would read you a bedtime story instead. With Ghost and Soap sitting by you for extra security as you fell asleep that way, still loudly purring and making biscuits out of your blankie.
They would all wait for your purrs to fade out and biscuits to slow to an eventual stop, signaling that you had fallen asleep, and now was the tricky part of tiptoeing away from your little cat bed without waking you up.
Once they were successful, they would close the door, leaving it open with a small crack to allow a little light to pour in. They all snuck one last peek at you before leaving with a content sigh or grunt.
They loved how you took them on all sorts of adventures with occasional mischief.
They loved their lives
And they loved you.
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I hope you enjoyed it, everypony!! Thank you all so much for your patience. Feel free to leave a request! (I make no promises they'll be finished quickly though ;0; I still need to go to college and make art lol)
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hello, i like your writing and was wondering if you could write some more guard dog! (character of your choice) with a little kitten reader?
Helloooo! I am terribly sorry for how long this took! College has me very busy and worn out, leaving me little to no motivation to work on fics. I really hope this makes up for the wait, as well as the other fic requests I'm working on!
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Kitty
Hybrid AU! TF141
Retired Guard Dog! Gaz x Kitten! GN! Reader
Reader is addressed with either 'you' or 'kitty'
!!No Romance for Obvious Reasons!!
SFW ~ Fluff
Warnings: Kind of OOC Gaz at some points
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
"fish in the pool - yeule"
0:09 ━●────────── 2:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷
───♡───────────── Beginning
It had been 6 years since Kyle’s spot among one of the highest-ranking K-9s had been replaced by another dog after his sniffer began to deteriorate due to a mission gone awry. Chemical warfare had been at play, leaving damage to his lungs, nose, and eyes. He was now left partially blind and developed asthma. After it was decided he could no longer work for the military, he was honorably discharged.
‘Honorably discharged my arse’ Kyle would find himself thinking whenever it was pouring rain, and there was no roof over his head to keep him dry and no walls to keep him warm. He was placed in a shelter when he retired, but that was short-lived as more and more hybrids were placed into the shelter, thus ending up in Kyle being one of many hybrids that were removed from the building – and kicked out onto the streets.
His dark eyes grew tired and full of hatred and disgust by the day. With each person that passed by, he could taste how his mouth grew more sour and his expression one of permanent bitterness. He had a home, warm food, a warm bed, everything. And these privileged little snotty hybrids didn’t know how not to take that for granted. He hated it, he hated them.
It was one of those evenings where the rain was heavy, and thunder was roaring somewhere far away. He found himself lurking around a petrol station for any kind of change or food. He was, yet again, unsuccessful in getting anything more than £4. But he had saved enough to get a sandwich to eat. He rested out back behind the building, hunched over his food so it wouldn’t grow soggy.
That’s when he felt a pair of small hands start tugging at his sandwich, making him let out a firm, loud growl. It was dark, and his shit-sight could only let him see silhouettes in the daytime. But he could sense the figure was small, a child probably. One that clearly hadn’t been taught manners. His chipped ears would twitch as they plucked out the sound of little sniffles and an angry churn of a hungry stomach.
“Go find your mummy, child. I ain’t sharin’.” He grunted. He was met with a small whine and felt the little hands grab at his meal again. He barked at them, “Fuck off, you greedy thing!” When he pulled back, he could feel a chunk of his sandwich missing that he hadn’t eaten, followed by the soft sounds of chewing. With a reluctant sigh, he went back to eating.
He could still feel your presence, though you were quiet. Just to make sure, he reached out and gave you a little push, confirming that you were, in fact, still standing there, probably wanting more. “Why don’t you go back to your parents? I’ve got nothing of use for you.”
He was met with silence, making him push more, “Don’t need to be scared. I’m sorry I yelled at you, I was hungry. But, you shouldn’t take people’s food like that.”
There was more silence. But he felt your presence move and sit next to him, and he felt you nearly sit on his tail. “Go, go away. I’ve nothing left for you.” He sighed, now giving up. He was tired and soaking wet from the rain. He sensed no movement; you were a stubborn little thing.
With that, he got up and began his way back to where he could sleep for the night. He used a cane that his previous shelter had provided him with, though, he mostly used it in the dark when his blurred surroundings became a cacophony of blues, greys, and blacks. Scraping it against the ground before him as he walked, he was so focused on the sound and finding a good place to sleep that he didn’t notice your small form following closely behind.
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The morning was bright, and the rain had since gone away, though the grass was still wet and had gathered morning dew. Kyle woke up with a small groan, a few of his bones cracking as he stretched. However, he immediately became aware of his surroundings when he felt another sleeping body that was a bit too close for comfort. Sitting up, he looked down at you, now getting a better chance to look at you.
You were a hybrid like him, a cat hybrid. Your fur was orange, but the color had rusted due to the dust, dirt, and grime that was stuck on you. Seems like you were in the same boat as him, on the streets. But you were so little, so young, why the hell were you here and not somewhere warm?
Kyle began to nudge you awake, wanting to interrogate you. “Hey, wakie-wakie.” You grunted and stretched your legs out before curling your spine as your dusty ears folded back for a second. “I’m not your pa, why’re you still here?” You stared up at him, letting out a soft grunt in response.
“You don’t talk, huh? Why’s that?” He asked as he folded his cane up, storing it away in his bag. You grunted again in response, blinking at him. “You just gonna follow me around like a little guttersnipe? Is that it?” He chuckled, standing up which resulted in you following suit. To his surprise, you nodded.
He sighed and began to walk to a street where he could try and make some cash with you following quickly behind him. “I suppose there’s no getting rid of you. That’s fine, just make your own money. No leeching off of me.” Kyle stated firmly.
A few minutes later, he found a spot on a sidewalk where he sat down and put his sign and hat out in front of him. You stayed by him, seated and now whimpering in hunger. “I know, the hunger sucks. You’ll get used to it, kitty.”
The day passed, and at some point, you had actually left Kyle alone. He had no idea where you went, but he paid no mind. That is until you came back around noon with a smile on your face. “What’s got you so perky, kitty?” His eyes widened when you suddenly pulled out wads of cash.
“What the- you shouldn’t steal…!” He scolded you with a hushed voice, not wanting to attract the authorities if they were nearby. “That’s wrong, kitty, you’ll get in massive trouble for that kind of stuff.” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. You had a guilty look on your face, your slightly matted tail hanging low on the ground in shame.
Kyle sighed before motioning you to sit by him while he looked around for any onlookers. “...just put what you have in my bag, okay…?” He whispered, pushing his bag to you before you emptied the contents of your pockets into it. He was surprised by how much you’d been able to steal, from pickpocketing he assumed. “But still, no stealing. Got it?” You nodded, unable to hold back a small grin of pride from how mildly impressed he was.
A few moments passed before Kyle turned to you, “Do you know how to talk?” His voice was curious, laced with worry. His brows raised when you shook your head no, a small sound leaving your throat. “Your parents didn’t teach you or something?” You simply shrugged in response. “I suppose I’ll take that as a no.”
There was more silence between the two of you. Just the sound of people walking by, only glimpses of their conversations could be caught, the loud engines of the cars and buses that drove by, the rare instance someone would put a few quid into Kyle’s hat. “...how long are you gonna stick around?”
You shrugged again, another small sound leaving you. “You just gonna follow me forever? Till the end of time?” He cracked a smile at you. You smiled and nodded eagerly. “I made that much of an impression last night?” Kyle laughed a little. He stared at you, slightly leaning closer to get a better look at you. You were too young to be living like this.
He ruffled your hair as he leaned back, “I suppose I’ll have to teach you some vocabulary then, huh?” You squealed and laughed, pulling his hand off of you. That sound made him feel something, something that shifted. He’d never felt a paternal instinct before, but there was something about that feeling. Something that he welcomed with open arms.
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It had been a few months since you two met, and things were looking okay. You had learned a few words, memorized most of the alphabet, and were working on small sentences. Kyle had actually caught you whispering to yourself, his ears twitched as he focused on what you were saying. He had to hold back a smile when you were just repeating sentences over and over again, and trying to make up new ones.
Money was looking okay as well. Kyle had been saving before you came into his life, though he had managed to finally get close enough to having a home. Not a luxurious one, but enough for a trailer. He had more motivation than ever when you decided to stick around with him. He wanted to get you off the streets as soon as possible.
You were currently on the swings at a playground, chanting “Higher!” as Kyle pushed you. “Christ, I don’t think you can go any higher, kitty.” He chuckled. “Y’might wanna start coming down, it’s almost time for lunch.” “What’s lunch?” “Sandwiches.”
With that, you came down from the swing and went to the park benches, settling down for lunch. You munched on your lunch, a soft purr emanating from you. “Are you happy?” Kyle asked with a small smile, which grew as you nodded rapidly. “Is it the sandwich or the park that made you happy?”
“Two!” You exclaimed. “Two? You mean both of them make you happy?” Kyle smiled, “Yeah, both.” You replied. “And you.” You quickly added on. “Me? I make you happy?” He pointed to himself, his eyebrows raised. “Yeah!” You affirmed before taking another bite out of your meal.
Kyle smiled with a happy sigh, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Well, you make me happy too, kitty.”
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Thank you all so much for your patience! I hope you can forgive me for the wait :)
Hi guys :) sorry it's been so long, I've been busy lol
I'm going to college/art school (I made the dean's list!), tried my (awkward) hand at dating, then got broken up with because I guess long-distance wasn't worth any effort ;-;
But I'm back! I'm working on submissions that have probably started to gather dust lol, but if you submitted a request to me, I'm working on it!
Hope you guys had a fun holiday celebration or just a good December/January in general :)
