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@thekylebennett
kyleste @ a pub
Pudding? Why would they name pudding spotted dick? That’s just asking for it. I’m not being dirty, it was dirty before I got here.
It's... It's just a thing., there's no explanation for it, it's like... Like Dick from Richard.
Have some posh, will you?
kyleste @ a pub
What’s a “spotted dick?” It doesn’t sound like something that should be on a menu.
It's just pudding, you twit. Get your mind out of the gutter, will you?
Something Sweeter || Kyleste
The Bennett’s had fallen apart and it was her fault. What should have been a wonderful family reunion after four years of being apart was torn to pieces. Because of a choice she’d made three years ago. The choice to own her body, to forget the terrible thing that had happened to her, to get part of her life back. But there were no secrets on the internet. The numbers had proven it: millions of people she would never see knew every inch of her body, every single detail about what it was like to be intimate with her. At least, they thought they did. They knew what they saw, but they didn’t know her. To the world, she would always be a slut. Someone who gave up her body and her will power and her dignity for an orgasm. And being that somebody had driven wrenches between Kyle and his family.
The car all but shook when he slammed the door, and she climbed in beside him, keeping quiet and feeling terribly small. Celeste rested her spinning head in her hand, leaning her elbow against the window. His words seemed to growl, but she heard the softness underneath. He was trying to protect her. “I’m fine,” she assured him softly, one tear slipping from each eye and dribbling down her cheeks. She wiped them away.
So many “if only”s swirled around in her mind. If only she hadn’t insisted he’d gone back. If only she hadn’t been determined to go with him. If only she hadn’t started doing porn. If only she had stayed in school. If only she hadn’t quit lacrosse. If only she had hit Coach before he touched her. If only she had just let him touch her, enjoyed it even, let herself become his toy so none of this would have happened. Her eyes swiveled over to his fists at the wheel, reaching for the one that was swollen.
"Your hand is worrying me," she said, taking it from the wheel so he might relax a little. She smoothed her thumb over his knuckles. "I’m sorry." She would have done anything to make that go well. Was it too late to fix it? Even, just, eventually? She wet her lips, shaking her head and peering out the window.
He wanted her to forget everything that'd just happened, to forget the hurtful words and the screaming and the indifference of his family, but Kyle knew Celeste, really knew her and he knew that there was no going back from this. He knew she'd be blaming herself. He knew that she'd be mulling over ways to fix it all, to put his family back together after what had just went down. But most importantly, he knew that she was going over every single what if in her head from the very moment they'd met back at PBU.
"Forget my hand," Kyle said, turning away from the road to watch her for a moment, only long enough to see the tears stream down her face before she wiped them away and he turned back to the busy English streets. "This isn't your fault," he continued, a sigh leaving his lips. His hand throbbed and thoughts of the aftermath to come now that he'd physically assaulted his father flitted around in his head, but if there was one thing he knew-- it was that none of this was Celeste's fault.
It wasn't long before he was pulling up to The Pheasant Inn, a place he'd often stayed when he still lived at home and his family became too much. The owner, Dawson, was a good friend of his deceased mother and he knew there'd be no problem finding a place there to stay if Dawson could make it happen. "We're taking the next flight back to California tomorrow." He stated, shutting the car off. He couldn't stay in the UK, not after what he'd done to his father. He had no place here at the moment.
Something Sweeter || Kyleste
As awkward as it might have been, Celeste liked sibling banter. It was a fun process to watch, having no siblings herself but being close enough to her cousins to experience something similar. A houseful of boys—must have been interesting when they were small, each one with his own temperament, sure, but they were still three boys. Shane seemed the more easygoing one of himself and Nick, and she took to talking with him quite easily. “Likewise,” she agreed when he’d commented on hearing a lot about her. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”
She noted the disdain Nick seemed to have for the situation—or indifference, either one—but she thought she might give a go at warming up to him. Taking a step further into the room, she peered at the television and saw that he was watching the World Cup, the match between England and Italy. She jerked her chin toward the screen. “Nice of Gerrard to come out of retirement, hm?” she attempted, having always been a sporty, tomboyish girl in her teenage years—she was, after all, the star lacrosse player. Shane assured her that they’d be back, and she nodded with a grin.
Whatever was going on out there shouldn’t have been her business—wasn’t. But it was hard not to listen in. The first few exchanges were quiet, and she didn’t catch a word. But soon the voices began to deepen, the volume raised, the contending arguments echoing through the wide halls. She tried to ignore it, tried to be polite. Was it still considered eavesdropping if they were shouting? She felt bad for Kyle, having to endure bickering as soon as he walked in the door.
That was when she heard it—the choice sentence from the older Bennett, words purposefully emphasized to drive the point home. Cheap whore. Celeste’s head whipped over her shoulder, stomach falling to the floor. Her heart skipped a beat, breath seizing. He knew—how did he know? How did they know? She saw how Nick hadn’t even stirred. She could feel the panic start to make her tremble, the nausea creeping into her throat. Fuck.
The embarrassment and humiliation sunk in like a sharp knife to her gut. It felt like the truth. She would always be a slut. A cheap whore. And Kyle, poor Kyle, had to deal with it for her. Had to take this kind of abuse from his father on her behalf, when it was her who should be taking the heat. Suddenly, Mr. Bennett’s voice cut off and she heard two hard somethings make contact, the sound almost sending her flying into the foyer to help. But before she could move, Kyle was back in the living room and taking her by the hand.
She saw that he wasn’t moving his other hand, saw the man lying on the ground with Nick crouching by his side, and she put the pieces together. “You hit him?” she gasped, allowing herself to be dragged until they reached the car, yanking her hand from his grasp. “Let me see it,” she demanded, her voice leaving no room for negotiation, snatching his injured hand. Red, swelling, and would probably purple soon if he’d done any real damage. She couldn’t tell. “You fucking hit your father.”
She didn’t know what to do. Between being called a cheap whore and not lasting five minutes in the Bennett house, she was confused and afraid and hurt. She sighed, pawing a hand through her short hair. “We need to go back; we have to make sure he’s okay. Fuck, Kyle.” Tears pooled in her eyes and she did all she could to keep them from falling. She wasn’t here for more than a minute and she’d already broken his family. This was her fault.
She put a hand on his cheek, taking a shaky breath. “Are you okay? Did he hit you back?”
Kyle wasn't going back in that house. He could hear the yelling behind closed doors from the car and no matter how much he might have damaged his family, he wasn't going back into the Bennett home. Not when his father had just degraded the woman he loved after no more than a minute since he'd returned home.
This was Nick's fault, he knew, and no matter where he'd gotten the information about Celeste from, Kyle had to restrain himself from going back in just to give his older brother a beating as well. He wouldn't do it, however, and not only because he knew he'd had his ass handed to him.
Kyle pulled away from Celeste's touch, opening the car door before moving around to the right side of the car. "Shane said he'd ring, we're going to the Pheasant Inn, let's go." he said curtly before climbing into the vehicle, slamming the door shut and shoving the key into the ignition.
He could see it in her eyes as they drove back down the drive, the humiliation, the fear-- they were oceans away and she couldn't escape her past. The family reunion he had been longing for had gone wrong and he had no one to blame but himself. He knew how his brother and father were, yet he'd tried to bring Celeste into the mix, humorously hoping that nothing would go wrong. And she was the one suffering, now.
"You're not a whore," Kyle started firmly, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, wincing from the pain of his swollen hand. "My dad's a fuckin' prat. You're not a whore."
Something Sweeter || Kyleste
"I’m not nervous," she assured him with a wry little grin, only lying a little. Meeting parents was just like meeting any other people, except these people she had to impress. She couldn’t brush them off if they didn’t like her like she did with anybody else, she would have to continue to be appealing and kind and fuck, okay, maybe she was a tad more nervous than she thought. But her hand in Kyle’s calmed her tenfold, and she approached the house with him, belittled by its size and what it meant. His family was obviously wealthy beyond imagination—she knew Mr. Bennett was a doctor and Shane was working to become one as well; she wasn’t sure what Nick was becoming. But she imagined it was something with "neuro" in front of it, or maybe "physio." Terrifying family, coming from the Kentucky girl whose mother was a nurse and her father worked in construction.
The house was immaculate from the inside as well, and her mouth hung agape as she stared up at the high ceilings in the foyer, restraining herself from spinning in a circle to take it all in. She followed him inside, soaking in as much as she could before she saw bodies begin to appear in the living room as they came around the corner. Three brunets sitting in their respective seats, Mr. Bennett and Nick absorbed in their sport game on the television, and Shane burrowed in a book. Kyle announced their presence and turned all their heads. Celeste smiled and waved.
Shane was the first up and hugged his brother, and Celeste let go of his hand so he could wrap his arms around him. Feeling his hand on her back, she felt like she could take a deep breath again, eyeing their scrutinizing gazes. Nick leaned over and said something to his father, and that was when she felt her heart start to pick up again.
Mr. Bennett didn’t even look her in the eye, much less greet them, before he was towing off Kyle back into the entryway. Had she made that bad of an impression already? Frowning, she let him go before turning back to his brothers with a grin. “Hi,” she started as lightly as she could, extending a hand to Shane first since he was standing. “I’m Celeste, Kyle and I went to school together.”
As soon as Kyle and Micheal had exited the room, Nick snorted, turning back to his game while Shane pushed his lips out in what could be described as a grimace, confusion coating his own face. Whatever was happening, he could be sure it wasn't good, as it never was when Nick was involved. Turning his attention from his brother back to Celeste when she started speaking, Shane smiled wryly, trying to make the girl comfortable. "I've heard a lot, Celeste. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Shane, the brother Kyle actually likes."
"Piss off, Shane." Nick offered in retort from the couch, not even turning away from the television.
"That's Nicholas," Shane continued, grinning back at Celeste. "Uh, I'm sure Kyle and my father won't be long."
Mean while, Kyle stood in the foyer with his father, confused as to why he'd been dragged away from Celeste before they could even get a hello in. Nick's interaction with his father moments ago had already made him uneasy, but nothing could have prepared him for what his father said next, a calm and blunt "Why's there a sex star on my estate?" before crossing his arms, eyes glistening as if he were out for blood in the conversation he'd just started.
"What the fuck, dad?" Kyle shot back, his eyes widening and his throat closing up. That's what Nick had told their father, surely, but how he'd known was a mystery, as Kyle hadn't even told Shane of Celeste's occupation. Perhaps it wasn't that much of a mystery, but Kyle's heart was still beating quickly, unsure of what to do.
"You know I don't tolerate that sort of language, Kyle." His father started again, calmly. There was a grimace plastered across his face and his voice raised as he began working himself up. "How-- Kyle, how would your mother feel if she was alive?"
"Mum wouldn't care!" Kyle responded, his face burning. "It's none of your bloody business what Celeste does or did, but she doesn't any longer, not that it matters."
"What makes you think you can bring some cheap whore in my home?" Micheal retorted, disgust in his tone, his voice loud enough to be heard from the pool shed in the back of the estate. "After being gone for years, you bring a sex star to the home where your mother took her last breaths and then you tell me--"
Kyle didn't let Micheal finish, his fist colliding with his father's face, a quiet crack the only sound that rang out after. Whether it was his father's nose or his hand, Kyle didn't stick around to find out, his hand numbing as he quickly crossed back into the sitting room. He took Celeste's hand in his free, uninjured one and immediately started dragging her towards the foyer.
Shane, who'd heard everything, called out to his brother, alarmed. "I'll give you a ring--" He got out, before Nick pushed past him, going to aid his father.
He weaved past his swearing father and his older brother, not stopping until he was out the door and at his rental car.
Something Sweeter || Kyleste
She had been wiping her eyes of tears the entire car ride to the airport, upset over her conversation with Liz and having to leave so suddenly after telling her. She was upset that she would not get to see Elijah’s daughter, that she was leaving her family for god knows how long, that she was giving up the apartment that she had lived in for three years and where a lot of life-changing memories had happened. But none of that overpowered how excited she was to be doing this with him. She was ecstatic, her heart pounding from nerves and jitters and thrills. They’d been together for a month but it felt like years. He knew her inside and out, her past and what she wanted in her future, and he was here with her right now, about to embark on the next chapter of their lives.
It wasn’t what she expected—smiling, giddy, next to him on the flight, Landslide in the far corners of her mind. Leaving the city behind. Leaving PBU behind. Leaving Coach behind, leaving what he’d done to her behind. Moving on with Kyle, spending as much time as she could with him. Now, they sat in the rental car, driving on the wrong side of the road and Celeste as lively as ever, gawking at the sights of London until they drove through to the suburbs.
The house was massive. Celeste had his hand as soon as he put the car in park, sending him a ready smile and sliding out of the passenger seat. It was beautiful here, everything pristine and proper and everyone was lovely and polite. But she couldn’t stop her heart from thundering in her chest at the thought of meeting his father and brothers.
It had been a long day, that much was for sure. In between packing the last of their things to be moved and shipped after them at both Kyle and Celeste's apartments as well as their actual travel, Kyle was tired beyond belief. With all his exhaustion came excitement, however. He'd spent countless nights laying awake months before, wondering how he could ask Celeste to come with him to England, and it had been much, much easier than he had imagined it to be, to his delight and relief. He loved Celeste and he couldn't imagine anyone better to take him away from all the frustration he assumed he'd be feeling as soon as they landed in his home country.
This move, he knew, wasn't just going to be rough for him. As much as he loved his family, they could be a little much sometimes. Talking to Shane, he knew that his father was still bitter that he hadn't stayed four years ago to help with the family business, and he knew that things with his father and Nick were going to be rocky at first, seeing as they both had given him grief about how he was bringing home a girl they'd never met after four years of staying away-- and so he worried about Celeste, worried about how she'd get on with his family when he hardly could at times.
"Don't be nervous," Kyle told Celeste as he drove up the drive to his family's home. It was impressive, sure, but as much was to be expected from a doctor who's sons ran their departed mother's real estate company. "They'll love you, just as much as I do. I promise." It was a promise he couldn't ensure, however, but he wanted Celeste to be as comfortable as possible while meeting his family, so he exited the vehicle and squeezed her hand in his as they walked up to the stoop of the large estate.
He didn't bother knocking, but fished the house key he'd held onto all those years out of his pocket, guiding Celeste into the foyer of his childhood home after he'd opened the door. He shut it tightly behind them, his hand still wrapped around Celeste's.
"Dad? Shane? Nick?" He called out loudly, stepping into the living room with Celeste in tow, where he heard the loud cheers from whatever sports game was playing on the television. Surprisingly, he found all three Bennett men in the sitting room, his father and Nicholas intently focused on the game while Shane sat in the recliner next to the couch, nose deep in Pride and Prejudice, which Kyle knew he'd read at least six times.
"Oi, are you going to greet me or not?" He asked, finally catching the attention of his family. Shane tossed his book down, springing up from where he sat to clap his brother on the back, pulling him in for a hug. Kyle returned the embrace eagerly, letting go of Celeste's hand only to do so before pulling back from his brother and returning a hand to the small of Celeste's back.
Nick and his father had turned away from the game at that point to acknowledge Kyle and Celeste's presence but their attention was back on each other when Nick leaned in to whisper something to his father. When he'd finished, his father's face became grim and he cleared his throat.
"Can I speak to you in the foyer, Kyle?" Micheal asked, standing, his eyes cast away from Celeste and focused on his son, who he nearly dragged by the arm into the foyer.
Already?
I'm still confused...
Mhm—who knew Kyle Bennett could shake his ass like that?
Hey, be nice, she’s gotta push out a human being from between her legs in a couple weeks. …But I think it’s safe to say on a scale of one to bored, she’s gut-wrenchingly miserable.
Oh, please, you've seen me attempt the... what's it called? Nae Nae?
I've been trying not to think of that ever since I brought up the fact she's pregnant, thank you very much. You're not bored, are you, love?
I'm still confused...
I’ve played it many times and I’m still not entirely sure. But it gets you drunk so that’s great.
Surely, you've never played it while pregnant, yeah? Good thing you sat out tonight.
I'm still confused...
You can’t sit! But you did get pissed!
So good job!
I sat anyhow, so I suppose it's right that I lost.
I'm still confused...
Fair enough, go ahead.
You looked cute doin’ that little song thing before. Are you having fun at least?
Oh, did I? I am having fun, yes. Much more fun than Blake Dekker, at least. Lass can't drink with that melon strapped to her torso, can she?
I'm still confused...
N’excuse to get shitfaced.
And did you accomplish that?
I wouldn't say I'm bladdered just yet, but gimme a few more shots and I will be.
I'm still confused...
What is True American?
I kind of thought my part was just to sit and get pissed.
Celeste?
When she left she was…okay. Quiet, but okay. She wanted to be alone and I told her to call me if she needed something.
I’ve got more than enough saved up from working, we’ll be okay for a while. Yeah, me too. I think a change of scenery will be good for us.
I'm relieved she's doing all right. I'm sure she just needs time to process everything-- put all the pieces together, yeah?
Change of scenery for you, at least. I'll show you around Wokingham-- every nook and cranny. You'll love Winnersh Meadows.
Celeste?
With all the shit that’s just hit the fan, I’m surprised I got one done.
But I do want to. I’m just worried about my family. Y’know, not seeing my parents, and Aiden, and my cousins, for…probably a long time.
Yeah, how's Elizabeth doing, by the way?
We'll visit, of course. It'll get expensive, but you know I'd never miss a holiday with the Gallaghers. I just want to be where you are.
RT @ lesgally: oh my god @KyleB is singing karaoke in a club this is the best day of my life praise god and also jesus
Celeste?
That one.
Sorry it’s taking me so long. Guess I grew more attached to this place than I thought.
You're not doin' so bad.
I don't blame you. I honestly didn't expect you to want to come with me at all. Wokingham's a big move when you've lived here for so long.
Celeste?
Hey yourself, Iron Giant.
Let's see it, then-- Your suitcases. How much have you packed?
