Kyle Danvers

Executive Chef, 28,

[oliver-ashburne]

Oliver & Kyle - Bon Appetit

[kyledanvers-blog]

oliver-ashburne:

Oliver allowed the other to guide him to a stool, he would appease the chef if food was the outcome. The director vaguely listened to the man’s speech, something about wanting Oliver to come to the kitchens all the time and cooking as much as he’d like. That’s how Oliver heard it anyway… “No problem.” was his blunt reply, which was accompanied with a pleasant smile. This only widened as a plate was set before him, “I think you’re my new favourite.” He nonchalantly chimed before digging in. Oliver glanced up from the half eaten quiche, “Well that’s a relief. Food is my one true love. It’s very nice to meet you too.” He flashed a grin before finishing off the rest of the quiche.

Kyle got the feeling that Oliver hadn’t really listened to anything he said. It was kind of funny if he thought about it but he was a little annoyed. “Do I get a gold star for being your new favorite?” He smiled a little as he turned to cut another small piece of a different quiche. Oliver didn’t say he wanted anymore but if he was going to be any kind of taste tester he would have to try all of the flavors. “Food is pretty great. If I didn’t think so I would have picked an awful career you know?” His lame attempt at a joke had him smiling weakly as he slid the piece of quiche onto the now empty plate. 

[kyledanvers-blog]

"shut up"

Had they been anywhere else in the Haus Kyle would never have gotten in a fight with a client. Well it wasn’t really a fight. Maybe not even an argument but definitely a heated discussion. He got a little possessive of any kitchen that he was assigned to work in. Being in charge of this one only made him a bit more possessive. He needed to know where everything was and all of the things that were being made. So naturally when he walked in to find Oliver alone and making something he got upset.

They had been debating back and forth for several minutes on if Oliver should have waited for him or not. Oliver seemed to think he was more than capable of spending time in the kitchen alone. Something a rational Kyle would have agreed with. Right in the middle of making his next point though Oliver turned to him with a look that made Kyle second guess speaking. “Shut up.” Were the only words Kyle heard before his back was landing against the wall and lips were being pressed to his own. He stood tense for a moment confused on how they had gotten here before he started to slowly kiss the client back. His hands moving to settle on Oliver’s waist. This was certainly on way to make him stop talking he supposed. 

@oliver-ashburne

[blackwellsteven]

Just A Dinner? || Steven & Kyle

[kyledanvers-blog]

blackwellsteven:

There it was. That side of Kyle that had Steven twitch uncomfortably in his chair. The side that looked at him with big puppy eyes, always wanting to earn some degree of approval. Like a puppy waiting for that scratch behind the ear that would make his tail waggle. “Everything is fine, Kyle.” Least he could do was be cordial with his ex. Kyle had put a tremendous effort in organizing that dinner. He even had the balls to invite him to come over when the answer should be as clear as crystal. Yet, Steven kept feeling the urge to scream. To shout in Kyle’s face and ask him why he didn’t fight for him before. He knew why. Because his father was a intimidating bastard that knew how to get things done and remove obstacles from his path. He had done so for decades and it wouldn’t be a small pawn like Kyle that would make him stop. “It’s difficult and you know it.” Maybe they could talk. An actual conversation without screaming. One where he didn’t had to look into Kyle’s eyes and feel the urge to kiss him. “You really hurt me when you left. Yes - my father was behind the whole thing. Yet - you didn’t fight for me then yet you want to fight for me now?” The Blackwell shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Fuck this shit. “Do i still love you? Yes. There’s a part of me that loves you still. I think there will always be a part of me that will love you. But now? I kind of hate you. I hate you for making me the man I am today. I hate you for destroying what we could have had. I proposed to you, Kyle. I was ready to turn my back to my entire family just to be with you. You have no idea how hard it was to recover from that. From watching you say no to me and walk away. It destroyed me. And it hurt. A whole fucking lot.”

Kyle reached out to grasp Steven’s hand before he could stop himself. He needed to find a way to make up for his mistakes. Hearing Steven admit to loving him while also hating him killed him. “I was just so scared. I know it’s not an excuse. Your father terrified me and when I thought about you turning your back on your family for me I just couldn’t let you. I couldn’t risk you resenting me for it someday. I guess that really backfired on me. Baby you have to know that I wanted to say yes. I wanted nothing more tan to say yes. I was just too afraid. That was the biggest mistake of my life. After we spent those months together and you left I knew I had to find you. You mean everything to me Steven. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you see that.” He had nothing else to offer him. No amazing reason for breaking his heart. Just that he was scared. That he was too cowardly to face his father. That he doubted Steven could walk away from his family and not resent him for it. Steven deserved better than him. He could admit that. But to let him go? He couldn’t.

[blackwellsteven]

Just A Dinner? || Steven & Kyle

[kyledanvers-blog]

blackwellsteven:

Steven was out of freaking mind. That was the only possible answer he had to the fact that he was all alone with Kyle inside one of the empty client rooms. As his jaw clenched - Steven looked around the room, his eyes setting on the table that Kyle had prepared for them. There was candles there but they weren’t liten. There was food - which made the Blackwell consider the chance of Kyle cooking some of his favorite dishes to try to soften him up for their little chat. “I’m here ain’t I?” Steven finally turned to Kyle - ever so elegant and ever so perfect in his own awkward way. So many memories came rushing back with a mere glance and he wondered if there was even a chance that he could get this done fast - and get the hell out of there before his heart and his brain entered the ever demanding conflict of killing Kyle vs forgiving Kyle. “Let me guess…” Pulling a chair, Steven sat down at the table and scratched his neck. He knew the answer to the question but - he wanted to hear it for some stupid and odd reason. “You cooked all I like to eat to impress me, didn’t you? Wasn’t the chocolate cheesecake enough? Now I know you totally hate you. You’re trying to get me fat.”

Kyle felt beyond tense as he moved to sit across from Steven in the empty chair. He didn’t know what to say. Or maybe the problem was that he knew exactly what he wanted to say. Steven just didn’t want to hear any of it. “I made your favorites because I wanted you to be happy. I apologize if the food isn’t satisfactory. I can make something else if you would like that better.” He always got uncomfortably polite when he was this nervous. Shifting in his seat some he finally brought his gaze up to fully look at Steven. He was breathtaking like always. “I really appreciate you coming to have dinner with me. I know you keep telling me that you don’t want me here and I’m so sorry for everything Steven. I know that can’t possibly make up for it but I really do love you. You don’t believe me but I do. I made a mistake and I know you hate me for it. Just.....Is there anything I can do to earn your forgiveness? Anything at all?” He would give Steven anything he asked for at this point just for the slight chance of earning his forgiveness. 

[kyledanvers-blog]

“Shut up” (obviously from steven)

Kyle found himself once again in an argument with Steven. The man was an endless supply of insults and venom. It killed Kyle to know that it was his fault. That this hate that Steven so obviously had for him had only formed in his heart when Kyle had been too much of a coward to stay. He wished with all of his heart that he could take it back. That he would have stayed and fought for the only man that he had ever loved. He couldn’t take it back though as Steven was so helpfully pointing out. 

He did what he always did. He countered each hateful work with one of kindness and love. It was the only way he knew how to deal with it. He just wanted so much to have Steven’s love again. Right in the middle of explaining that he was told to “Shut up.” Something he would have ignored had Steven not pushed him roughly against the wall and captured his lips in a kiss. He melted in the matter of a moment. His arms moving to hang loosely around Steven’s neck as he clung to the kiss for as long as he could. No doubt it was filled with hate but there was only love in Kyle’s mind.

@blackwellsteven

[blackwellsteven]

Just A Dinner? || Steven & Kyle

[kyledanvers-blog]

blackwellsteven:

A dinner with Kyle. Out of everyone in that damn place, he had to accept grabbing a fucking dinner with his fucking ex who had been a fucking constant in his mind since the day they met outside the Haus. Why was Kyle so ingrained in his memories - he had no fucking idea. But he needed to end that. To look into Kyle’s eyes and say with every fucking letter that they were done. That he had broken his heart beyond any repair and to fall in love again for someone was as impossible as to make the entire Hell freeze. Steven sighed loudly as he made his way to the client room he had reserved for the dinner with Kyle. Not that he wanted Kyle to get the wrong idea since they were in a room - but it would keep all the prying eyes and waggling tongues out of their way. It was just dinner. Just the two of them. Last time they had dinner together… “I’m here.” Steven opened the door to the bedroom and closed it behind him, almost rolling his eyes at the entire concept of having dinner with Kyle. Out of everyone in that fucking place. “Let’s get this done so that I can go back at living my life and pretend that you don’t exist, shall we?”

@kyledanvers

Kyle had made all of Steven’s favorites. Taking care to lay them out on the table in as elegant a fashion as possible. He had brought candles with him as well but he didn’t dare to light them. He needed Steven to stay. To sit and talk with him. Even if every word out of his mouth was an insult. another confirmation of his hate for Kyle he had to hear it. Kyle deserved every heartbreaking word that came from Steven’s lips. Still the small part inside of him that didn’t fully hate himself whispered that he needed to move on. That he had to let Steven go. He couldn’t. He had never been able to. If he saw no hope to earn Steven’s love again he didn’t know what he would do. He couldn’t imagine a life without him again. Not after those months of having him back. He stood as Steven arrived. A small nervous smile on his lips as he moved to greet Steven with a kiss to his cheek like he always had before. He stopped himself halfway across the floor a small nod his only answer to Steven’s question as he turned to pull the chair out for him. “Please sit.”

[kyledanvers-blog]

[txt]: Just a dinner. Don't get the wrong idea.

[txt]: Okay.

[kyledanvers-blog]

[txt]: You're joking, right? Me? And you? In a dinner? For what purpose? Giving me the opportunity to stab you in the back? Or try to woo me with your compliments and your smile like you used to back in the day? Tell you what. I'll have dinner with you. That way when I turn you down, you realize that you blew it for us.

[txt]: I just want to see your face. I know I ruined things but please. Just a dinner. 

[txt]: Thank you.

[kyledanvers-blog]

[txt]: How are you planning on stealing something that is no longer there, Kyle? Care to answer that? The day has been... productive. Just because I liked one of the cakes doesn't mean you're going to get any lucky. You just happen to know what I like to eat. Don't go having the wrong idea.

[txt]: I’m sure it’s there sweetness. I’m glad to hear that your day is going well. I would never dream of thinking anything of the sort. Though I would love if you would agree to have dinner with me.

[kyledanvers-blog]

[txt]: If you are following the idea that the path to a man's heart is through his stomach, you are in for a rude awakening. My assistant is still alive after eating a slice so I'm assuming that it's not poisoned or that the skank has immunity to rat venom?

[txt] As always getting a text from you is a lovely surprise dearest. I assure you food is only one of the ways I intend to steal your heart again. Are you enjoying your Easter?

[kyledanvers-blog]

@blackwellsteven

Sweetheart,

I’ve sent you two in the hopes one will survive your initial outrage. I hope you have a Happy Easter Angel. 

Kyle

[askboxmemes]

Invade my privacy. Do it.

Purple: 10 facts about my room

Blue: 9 facts about my family

Green: 8 facts about appearance

Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood

Orange: 6 facts about my home town

Red: 5 facts about my best friend

Pink: 4 facts about my parents

White: 3 facts about my personality

Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things

Black: 1 fact about the person I like

[gregwalliston-blog]

kyledanvers:

Kyle tilted his head staring at the young man for a moment before throwing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him along towards the kitchen. “Well if you really want to help me come be a taste tester for a little while. I don’t trust myself to judge any new recipes.”

Let it be the drive or want to help and be in the kitchen, anything really. Greg didn’t mind but it was mainly to help him keep a stable mind. Happy and not depressed like usual. “Okay cool.” He said simply with a flash of his smile to Kyle. “Whatever the new recipes are, I’m all in. I have no allergies by the way.” 

[kyledanvers-blog]

Kyle smiled as he pushed the door to the kitchen open. Pulling the redhead along with him to a free counter. "Go ahead and take a seat on that stool." He spoke softly pointing to the empty seat. Pulling his newest dish from the oven he made a plate of it and set it down in front of the young man. "This is actually a desert so I guess it would be ruining your dinner to eat it but that's okay. I'm trying to find a good balance between the chocolate and the strawberry."

[forgetfull-musings-blog]

kyledanvers:

“Yeah well you’re kind of adorable is a weird jumpy way. So a mouse if what I thought of.” He sounded lame even to him but he had never been much of a flirt. Besides he didn’t even know if he was trying to flirt with Jackson. He just said what came to his mind. “I am a chef yeah and generally all chefs hate mice. You’re like a mouse in a good way though if that helps.”

“Now I’m adorable? I ain’t sure if you’re trying to flirt with me, or you’re just being really nice”. Jackson had to hold back his laughter this time. The guy was cute, in a clumsy kind of way. The blue eyed boy was so used to most being straight to the point, which always got his heart beating faster. Still the ones who lead with compliments always had a way of making him smile. “Yeah, it helps I suppose. You know Mr. Chef, I don’t think I grabbed your name…I’m Jackson, pleased to meet you”.

[kyledanvers-blog]

"Oh. I was just trying to explain away why I called you a mouse. Sorry. I'm kind of awkward at the whole being social thing. It's part of why I love being a chef. No one cares if you're awkward if you're feeding them good food." He laughed a little as he ran a hand through his hair. It was his normal nervous habit and he could often be found doing it. "I'm Kyle. Nice to meet you as well."

[blackwelljosh]

kyledanvers:

Kyle sighed as he came to a halt in the hallway outside of the restaurant. He was short a waiter and it was starting to get busy. The guy was pretty late and Kyle was starting to lose his patience. Something that rarely happened. Spotting someone nearby he walked up to them clearing his throat a bit to get their attention. “Excuse me. Have you seen someone in a waiter uniform out here? I seem to have lost one of my staff.”

Joshua, clearly not in any sort of approachable mood, stopped walking and turned towards the voice.  Fucking Kyle Danvers, in the flash, his fathers new addition to the Haus.  He looked him up and down, unsure of what Steven ever even saw in him, but his fathers words rang loud as day in his mind.  B e h a v e.  Kyle probably had a private line right to his father and would tattle if either Blackwell stepped out of line.  "Does keeping track of your wait staff look like my fucking job?“  He asked, stepping towards the other man.  

[kyledanvers-blog]

Kyle knew he had made a mistake as soon as he realized that he had approached Joshua. Of course he would be angry with Kyle. Probably hate his guts. He should. Kyle hated himself for what he had done to Steven but he didn't know if he could handle talking to Josh. He owed the man a thousand apologies but he knew he would be just as stubborn as Steven. "Of course not. I'm so sorry for bothering you with this."

[oliver-ashburne]

Oliver & Kyle - Bon Appetit

[oliver-ashburne]

kyledanvers:

Kyle was a bit stressed out from his meeting with Steven. He had known that things wouldn’t be good between them but it didn’t make it hurt any less. To try to get his mind off of things he thought of a fun special to make for breakfast the next morning. He ended up with a few different kinds of quiche. He always felt better after cooking. It soothed him and goodness knows he needed soothing. As he pulled a couple of quiches out of the oven he was surprised to hear someone speaking to him. He had sent all of the cooks home for the night happy to have the kitchen to himself. Turning to regard the male he studied him for a moment. A frown forming in his lips. “Quiche.” Was his simple answer before he remembered his manners. “Sorry I’m not used to people just wandering into the kitchen. Are you getting into trouble?” His tone was much friendlier now and there was a hint of teasing in it.

For a moment the chef didn’t look too happy to see him, an intruder in the man’s territory. But Oliver had no thought of leaving, food was on his mind. The other’s answer brought a wide smile to the director’s lips, “I love quiche.” Stepping closer to take a look at the dish before taking a moment to appreciate how good it smelled. “Well you should get used to it quick because you’re probably going to see more of me from now on. I like to make a late night snack now and then.” Oliver informed the other with a friendly smile, which widened into a grin as he joked “The only trouble I can see myself getting into is for stealing that quiche of yours. I’m Oliver, by the way.” 

[kyledanvers-blog]

Kyle did his best to stay friendly as the man seemed like he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. It wasn't hard for him to be friendly it just made him a little nervous that the other male wanted to touch things in the kitchen. Smiling be tried to sneakily move Oliver to a nearby stool. His hand moving to the other's elbow as he gave him a stern look. "I realize you're a client and that I can't order you around but please if I'm in here when you are come tell me what you want. I understand if you like to cook because I mean I love to and of course I don't mind you cooking i just get a bit anxious about you touching things." He was setting a plate with some quiche down in front of Oliver as he spoke handing the man a fork as he finished his little speech. "You won't get in trouble for eating anything. That's what the food is here for. I'm Kyle. Nice to meet you."

Send me “Shut up” for my muse’s reaction to being shoved against a wall by yours, and kissed. Send me “Make me” for mine to shove yours against the wall, and kiss them.