ANYTHING GAZ AND MY LIFE IS YOURS. FLUFF? SMUT? ANGST? ANYTHING.
IM LIKE A MEGA GAZ FAN AND YOUR WRITING IS SO AWESOMENESS. PLEASE.
gender doesn’t really matter for me btw .. haha go wild if you accept..
- 🐎
i’m thinking about kyle in a tricky situation, hiding into an apartment and waiting to kill a target, when you walk in
he thinks you’re the targets child or something, you definitely weren’t in the debrief, so he comes up to you with a gun pointed at your face, yelling at you to get down on your knees with your hands above your head, anger in his eyes
you look at him with a bored face, eyebrow lifting and looking him up and down, before a heavy sigh falls from your lips
“okay, so we’re playing mean kidnapper and poor victim? i can do that” you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear before taking a few steps towards the man and lowering yourself to your knees, hands lifted above your shoulders as you sarcastically whine
“oh no sir! please don’t hurt me!”
he takes a moment, pausing his glowering and threatening stance, looking you up and down with a confused frown, his gun lowering only slightly while he tries to understand what’s happening and who you are
“what- i don’t want to hurt you, not unless i have to” he says, gun lowering to his side since you look pretty harmless, what with your skimpy clothes and all
“okay so… are you not gonna do anything? you need to pay me either way” you grumble, an annoyed wrinkle between your brows as you look at him
“wh- pay you?! what do you mean pay you? aren’t you that man’s kid?” he points to the painting of the target on the wall at your side with a finger, which you follow, and end up looking at… a really ugly and sad looking man, and your face falls even more into annoyance
“look, dude, i don’t know what you’re playing at here, i don’t know who that is. i was called here for an hour session and im gonna go away with my money, is that clear? you either pay me or im calling rick” you try to be patient when explaining, your fingers rubbing at your forehead, trying to send away the headache that’s forming
fucking hell, a hooker? he groans, hand rubbing at his face before he holsters his gun, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket and taking out fifty pounds, clicking his walkie and telling price that you’re no hostile or anything, you’re just working
“is fifty enough?” he asks with a sigh, stepping closer to you before squatting down and holding out the money for you to grab
“fifty? you’re joking right? this was a minimum 150 job, and i’m not going away without my money” you scoff at him, arms crossing at the way you think he’s trying to play you
he groans, taking out more than enough money and handing it to you, helping you to stand up and grumbling about asking price back for the money he just spent waiting for the target
“please get away from here and never come back” he helps you out of the door, grumbling beneath his breath at the damn situation he found himself in
“thank you. now that wasn’t so hard, was it, cupcake?” you turn around, leaning up to reach his cheek and tapping it twice with your hand before leaving a peck on his mouth and walking away with your money
what a fucking weirdo, but as long as you’re getting paid you don’t care. he was also really pretty, but whatever
