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Kyle x Marsh!Fem!Reader

' And Like Hell Is He Going To Let You Go...'

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So don't judge me BUT, I had this Kyle idea in my head and I just HAD to write it!

basically, you're Stan's sister, you grew up with the guys just all kinda hanging around a lot of the time so you just got used to it, not like they were your friends but yeah, but once you all get to high school, things develop.

CW/TW: slight sexual attraction implications, nothing else

You had grown up with your brother's friends just being around all the time. You knew them all, but it's not like they were your friends. But once you all got to high school, they started to talk to you a bit more. When your brother wasn't in class with you, they were actually pretty friendly. Eventually, you were invited to game nights and movies, every time Stan was out with friends, you got to tag along! Little would you know that it was all thanks to Kyle and Kenny and the way he looked at you. Even when you all were in middle school, he thought you were the most beautiful, intelligent girl he'd ever known. He wanted to talk to you all of the time, he loved listening to your voice, just letting you drone on for hours until your cheeks turned pink and you apologised for rambling. He'd just smile and ask you to continue, having no clue what you were even talking about. Kyle was so infatuated with you that it didn't take long for him to really come to terms with how he felt. Even though, he knew he would never be able to ask you out like he wished he could. Either Stan would drop him as a friend, you would horribly reject him, or both. Or so he thought. When all the guys were sleeping over at you and your brother's place, you snuck downstairs in the middle of the night for a quick snack to see a distraught Kyle sitting at the counter. You felt bad and decided it wouldn't hurt to sit down next to him and ask what was wrong. But, when you sat down, you could sense an awkward tension.

"Kyle," you asked, "Is everything alright? you seem kinda...off?" Kyle simply nodded, unable to say a word. You thought it might be that whatever was bothering him was just too difficult to talk about, but in truth, he was ashamed at the way he had eyed you up and down the minute you came downstairs. In your shorts, he could see the shape of your thighs, and the sleep shirt you wore left your shoulders exposed as it hung loose on your body. He tried to set his mind straight, telling himself that Kenny was just rubbing off on him, but when he looked up to see your angelic eyes, he knew he'd gone crazy. Crazy for you. He sighed, shaking his head, red curls falling in front of his face in shame. "It's..." he sighed, "It's a girl." He admitted, well, sort of. You did your best to hide the disappointment in your voice as you asked him to continue on. You honestly had always thought Kyle was so sweet, and you wouldn't mind having him around more often. He was cute and so kind to everyone, the perfect guy in your eyes. But, you had prepared yourself for this, He deserved some genius goddess, not you. Just the younger Marsh girl. "She- She's just- I-" Kyle struggled to find the words, groaning as he rand a hand down his face, stopping to cover his eyes and reddened cheeks. "She's smart. I could listen for hours about anything she wants to talk about. I love her voice and the way she explains everything she loves with- with this passion in her voice. And her looks, god, I don't even know where to start. She's the most gorgeous person I've ever met, and that's still an understatement!"

You listened, nodding as you held back your disappointment and sadness. "Well, why can't you just tell her? You know, that you like her so much?"

Kyle groaned, now fully aware of his predicament. "She'd say no. And it's not because she's like, mean or anything, just way too good for me. And even if she did say yes, she'd realise just how badly she messed up when she could've had the world and picked...well...me." You grabbed his hands in yours, a serious demeanour filling your body.

"What? Kyle you have got to be kidding me! Any girl would be lucky to have you! You're kind, and smart, and one of the only decent guys in the whole town! If that dream girl says no, then she never deserved your love and admiration in the first place! And-" You wanted to continue but you were cut off as Kyle's eyes began to water.

"You... really mean that?" He asked, voice strained with emotions you were more than surprised to hear coming from him.

"Well yes," you hesitated, "I mean that. You're a great guy, Kyle. It's kinda hard not to like you..."

He squeezed your hand before bringing his up to cup your cheeks, skimming his thumb over the skin there, sighing almost with relief.

You wanted to break the silence, ask him what was going through his head but you knew. You knew when he glanced down at your lips and up to you as if he were asking, pleading for an answer.

You gave him a clear yes as you bunched his shirt up in your hands and pulled his lips to yours.

Kyle let out a soft breath as his hands moved to tangle themselves in your hair, pulling you close, knowing he'd needed this for as long as he could remember. And now that he finally had it, like hell he was going to let you go.

[eves-library]

I JUST NEED YOU Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary: On a routinary morning SP realizes all he needs is Y/N to get through the day.

Word Count: 1181

Warnings: Slight anxiety, and teen on their underwear… nothing much.

A/N: I personally love the soft side of every tough guy, so this was my soft SP, maybe some of the facts aren't exactly in order but it's a minus detail I think, I would love to hear what everyone thinks about this! Also, I'm sorry I haven't written anything in SO long, I have several stories, lined up, hope someone will be interested! And Y/F/C is for 'Your favorite cartoon"

Tags: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba

    Sweet Pea lay on his back, Y/N’s head rested on his chest, she had fallen asleep about an hour ago, the t.v. was now off but Sweet Pea`s mind felt like it was running one hundred miles per minute, it had been a couple of rough months, the black hood on the run, Hiram Lodge buying and tearing his home into pieces, facing ignorant teenagers and most grown-ups too, Fangs getting shot.

    Sweet Pea felt like it was just too much like the world was closing in on them, that nothing they did could ever compete with the horrors they were facing. He wanted to keep her safe, but he wasn’t even sure of what that meant anymore. Year's ago when he decided to join the serpents it had been the first time he felt like he had some sort of control, he didn’t need to depend on his alcoholic/crazy parents, but now, he somehow felt like he went back in time.

    As the night went by he somehow found himself on a numb state, tightening his grip on Y/N’s waist, he felt her sigh against his bare chest, the feeling of her body close to his he allowed himself to fall asleep, hoping that by the next morning he would be able to find a way to get the control back, to protect himself, but mostly her.

    “Babe, wake up.” Sweet Pea felt Y/N’s nose nuzzling into his neck as she tried to wake him up, her words barely a whisper but he could hear the smile on her voice and a smile of his own appeared on his face.

    “Shhhh, I’m sleeping.” He answered although he felt fully awake even if he had his eyes closed. He once again tightened his arms around Y/N’s body and just like last night he felt lighter, this time instead of feeling her sigh he heard her giggle and his smile widen although he refused to open his eyes, now nuzzling his face on the side of her hair and neck.

    “No, you are not,” Y/N giggled once again and run her fingers through his hair softly kissing his temple, “come on, I want breakfast!” Sweet Pea popped one eye open and pulled Y/N on top of him, her legs around his waist and her face in front of him.

    “And there is no way I could convince you to stay in bed with me?” He asked softly and Y/N shake her head her smile as bright as the sunshine rays filtering through the blinds of his small room.

    “Oh Pea, you should know better than to get in between my food and me.” It was Sweet Pea’s time to giggle and her smile was the one to widen at the sound, she leaned down kissing him softly and for a moment Sweet Pea felt his heart stopping; it felt as if it was the first time she kissed him all over again. He remembered it as if it had been the day before. Y/N and he had been on a yelling match over a project they were “working” on but the discussion had gotten so out of hand, suddenly Sweet Pea screamed, “Why are you even yelling at me anymore?!” She glared at him and he was sure she was going to hit him so he was a bit taken aback when instead she kissed him senseless, just like she was doing right now.

                   He kissed her back and whined a little when she stepped back and finally jumped out of bed, fully aware that the serpent lying on the bed will shortly meet her at the kitchen.

    Just as Y/N had taken everything out to make chocolate chips pancakes, she was pouring the flour and eggs, measuring the milk when she talked again. “Come on Pea, these pancakes ain’t going to do themselves.” he chuckled and denied with his head. “I don’t think so sweetheart, you were the one who wanted to eat breakfast I was perfectly fine staying in the bed all morning.” A smug smirk on his face, to be honest, he was enjoying the view of her in the kitchen wearing his matching top to the pijama pants he was wearing, with some pijama shorts of her own.

    He felt the glare Y/N sent his way and chuckled again shaking his head and finally lifting his hands in surrender. “Okay, but just because we both know my pancakes, taste better.” Y/N laughed hard this time, stopping the mixing she was doing letting Pea take over as she prepared the pan with butter.

    They fell in a routine like they had done this thousand of times before because they had and as the weight of that statement sinks in, Sweet Pea felt utterly happy. An hour later the pancakes were done and they took a sit on the small brown couch in front of the tv, Sweet Pea set Netflix, nothing special, just a cartoon to spent the morning at peace.

Sweet Pea was sitting on his bed, boxers on and pants on his hands, thoughts of the night before clouded his mind, how could they go to the Wyrm play a game or two of pool, tell bad jokes between them and their friends and pretend everything would be okay, that Jughead would come up with the solution, or what could he do to avoid any other of his friends or Y/N to get hurt, he got startled by Y/N getting out of the shower, a long t-shirt letting her panties and the sides of her bra show, hair a crazy tangled mess and suddenly breathing wasn't that hard and the problems waiting for them outside didn't seem as big and scary as moments ago, at that moment he knew he just wanted to stay there with her in his arms.

“Thought you'll be done Pea, everything okay?” Y/N asked him, a small furrow of her eyebrows showing the confusion and slight worry lacing her voice, he shook his head and smiled at her. “Never been better,” he said truly convinced of his words he got up and tossed his pants to the side, walking straight to her, his calloused hands holding her close by the side of her face and her waist; he kissed her softly then, a smile playing on his lips.

Once they broke apart Y/N giggled, eyes still close. “Let's stay home, watch more Y/F/C and just… let's stay home.” Sweet Pea said making Y/N look up into his eyes. “You sure you don't wanna meet the gang?” She asked slightly curious, to which Sweet Pea answered with a shake of his head. “I just want to stay here with you.”

That was the day Sweet Pea realized that even if the world was falling apart, if he had you, next to him, loving him, nothing could bring him down, cause in the end you became his anchor, you are all he needs.