summary: while teaching kyle how to speak properly using flash cards — he gets frustrated when he can’t say one leading to him blurting out something — and to him crying in your arms.
warnings: crying, sad angst 😔, kyle being insecure abt himself, meltdowns. mentions of verbal assault. kinda short
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kyle and you were both sat on the floor across from each other, on your lap were different types of flashcards.
ones with animals printed on them, and ones with just words. you picked one up and flipped it so kyle could see. it was a print of a frog.
“.. and, this is?..” you ask, your tone soft.
kyle slightly furrowed his brows, his lips parting before he finally spoke.
“f ..f..frog.” he let out, glancing at you for approval. you smiled, setting that one down in the pile of the ones you’ve already done.
“good job, kyle!” you replied before picking up another one, a print of a zebra. you knew this one would be sort of hard for him, but hoped he’d get it right.
you flipped it so he could see, he narrowed his eyes at the card. “z..z—“
you should’ve seen it coming, by the way kyle’s face changed. he slammed his palm down and let out a groan, the cards suddenly were snatched, flinching — you closed your eyes for a split second to regain composure.
“kyle—“ you start opening your eyes, seeing his head in his hands, shoulders shaking. “kyle.” you repeated more louder.
he slowly slid his palms off his face, his eyes were watering, tears daring to slide down his cheeks. he was frustrated, and you could tell. the ripped cards that laid in his lap.
but you couldn’t understand if it were from just getting one word wrong or something else had been bothering him?
“kyle .. what’s wrong?” you say, concern drifting through your tone as your brows furrowed. “mmh..—“ kyle hummed, trying to find a way to pronounce it like he had heard before.
“m — mmhonster..” he said, “monster?” you repeat.
kyle nodded, his gaze drifting down as if he couldn’t hold eye contact. “who?” you ask. “whose a monster, kyle?” kyles finger made its way to his own chest, as he pointed at it.
your heart ached, your hands had found its way to cradle his face. hands on both sides of his cheeks, that got him to look at you, a tear was already slipping down and you wiped it off. “kyle .. you’re not a monster — who— who told you that?”
“mm ..mahdison..”
fuck, that bitch. always finding a way to bring someone down.
“hey, kyle, don’t listen to her. everything that comes out of her mouth is total bullcrap, she just wants to wind you up.”
“kyle .. no?” he asked, tears winding up again as he let out a sniffle.
“kyle no, kyle no — no monster.” you finally say, shaking your head.
that made kyle let out a whimper “mmh.” before you pulled him in, you didn’t care if he soaked your shirt with his tears. one of your hands stayed resting on the back of his neck, the other on finding its way through his hair.
while you soothed kyle, madison was all you thought about. how you were gonna confront her, physically or verbally?
whatever it was, you were gonna get payback for kyle.
kyles cries eventually calmed down, he nuzzled his face into your neck, before he murmured. “m’sorry..” before he sniffed.
you wondered what he was sorry for, for a split second before you let out a small laugh. the cards, that he had ripped.
“it’s alright, kyle.” you reassured before kyle finally detached from you, his eyes searched your face before he cradled it, moving his head forward, you hadn’t expected him to kiss you.
One with Trent where they have a stay in and cook together date night
You were home alone and decided to bake a cake. Trent loved chocolate cakes so you went straight to do one with a lot of in it.
You prepared all the ingredients and were so concentrated you didn’t even hear the door opening. You felt Trent’s hands surrounding your waist and his lips giving you a quick kiss on the neck: you jumped since he scared you and bumped into him.
- Hi, my love. Sorry, didn’t want to scare you. - he said, a spontaneous laugh getting out of his mouth.
- It’s fine. - you said, turning around and giving him a soft smile.
He kissed you, pressing his tongue against your lower lip. You slightly opened your mouth, giving him the access he craved for. He deepened the kiss and slotted his tongue with yours. His breath tasted like mint, as it always did since you met him. Actually, everything was like the first time. You still felt a swarm of butterflies in your stomach when he kissed you and that drove you crazy.
- I love you. - he said, catching his breath and looking you straight in the eyes.
- Could you say that again? - you giggled
- Didn’t you hear me properly or what? - he pouted.
- I was listening to you, honey. I just love the way your voice sound when you s and decided to bake a cake.
He smiled and kissed you again.
- what are you up to? - he asked curiously, looking over your shoulder
- Just baking your favorite cake honey. Wanna help me? -
- I’m tired. - he whined, resting his head on your shoulder. - But … is this my shirt you’re wearing while cooking? -
- Do you mean our shirt? - you naively asked - You can’t take it off from me anyway. -
- Wanna see? - he smirked, looking you straight in the eyes with a dark lust crossing his.
- No, you’re not going to do it while I’m baking your favorite cake. - you said, licking a bit of chocolate out of a spoon.
- This cake can patiently wait right here. For sure, it won’t be bothered by our absence. - he said, taking you in his arms and bringing you upstairs, while murmuring “Can’t believe how lucky I am to have you”.