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kyle is truly the kinda man who will give you the best sex of your life, wring orgasm after orgasm out of you effortlessly. and then he gets out of bed and pulls some sweats on and mutters that he's gonna go make dinner, giving you the sweetest little kiss to your forehead before leaving. acts like you're not laying there still twitching and trembling from how hard he just made you cum 🙂↕️
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anonymous reviewer: i don’t like the way you’ve written this character in this fic
me:
#how i feel when someone comments that PLM simon is too toxic for them#HE WAS WRITTEN FOR ME IM AFRAID#rb#also this is my favorite movie did u guys know that
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Part Five
Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)
You call Meredith when you get home.
You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.
How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.
"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."
"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"
"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."
"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.
"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."
"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."
"That works."
"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."
It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.
"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.
"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."
The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.
Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.
But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.
You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.
You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.
Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.
“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...
“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”
"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"
"You won't return any of our messages."
"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."
"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.
"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.
Dammit.
"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."
"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.
"Why not?" He countered.
“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”
He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.
You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.
God...
That felt good.
You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...
You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.
#i just sat here and binged all the parts of this#and i'm reblogging it so i will remember to look for the next part in the future#this was CHEFS kiss MICHELIN STAR level exquisite meal#good eats#10/10#rb
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thinkin abt ): ex bf kyle ):
maybe the breakup was his fault. he really, really loves you. but one time he was gone for a while on deployment and came back a little messed up. distanced himself. made himself borderline insufferable. made you cry on more than one occasion and you just couldn't take it anymore and ended things.
but he makes an effort to continue to be in your life, always on call for you and available whenever you need him. trying his best to show you he's better now, he worked on himself!!! slips comments about how he's single and how he hasn't been with anyone since you - hoping you'll see how sincere he is and how he wants you back without flat out telling you.
is always there to take you home after you get shitfaced after a night with your friends, always there to be a shoulder to cry on when you're struggling mentally, always helping you out around the house when things need fixing.
he's especially willing when you're in a dry spell because you can't stomach the thought of being with anyone but kyle so you pitifully whine to him about how your fingers just don't do it for you these days. he's more than ready give you his pretty cock for you to cum on all night long. and if you wake up to a lovely breakfast and him shirtless with low riding sweats in your home like he lives there, well maybe you just won't have the heart to tell him to go when you both know you still love each other to pieces <3
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idk...........me personally, i would never be caught dead throwing temper tantrums in ppls ask boxes........how embarrassing xx
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i crave toxic cod men but not like dark content toxic i mean like ANGST. like simon, who brings home the trauma and hurt from a recent deployment, and drinks the pain away. when you try to stop him, try to get him to seek help that's not at the bottom of a bottle, it explodes in your face and your ears ring from how loudly he shouts and tears run down your cheeks as you look at the holes his fist put into the drywall, knowing damn well that if he had a little less self control it would have been you taking those blows.
or kyle who is so sweet and kind that you just can't help but fall for him. he knows about your crush and he thinks it's cute. the problem is that he's not home long enough to maintain a proper relationship. but he likes the attention you give him and he could see himself being with you. but he's not really that good of a man. intentionally leads you on, makes you think you're an exclusive item - he doesn't even correct you when you call him your boyfriend. but he's not serious about you, he's still fucking whatever hole he can get whenever he can when you're not available. he thinks it's cute that you actually think you're together, maybe even a little pathetic.
soap who, like gaz, likes to lead you on. but he's meaner about it. talks shit to his friends after you've had a night together, laughing about the cute idiot that thinks him their boyfriend. have you seen him? what about john mactavish seems like boyfriend material - a man in the military with more problems than he can count, come on. it's your own fault when you get your feelings hurt when you find him getting tit pics while hes still laying in bed with you after fucking your brains out.
price who is just so painfully inattentive that it hurts. flat out ignores your existence when when you're in the same house as him. the only time he gives you the time of day is when his cocks hard or when you've pissed him off with all your whining. he'll call you immature, telling you it was a mistake to date someone like you - whiny and needy. he needs space, don't you understand? he won't listen when you tell him there's a difference between space and neglect. ):
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THE BEANBOOZLED CHALLENGE 😭
it wasn't as bad as we were conditioned to believe
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Hi Ro >:) I'm smooching you hehehe mwah mwah
KIS KIS !!!!! MISS U BELOVED!!!!!!!! <3
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Ro, that’s kinda outrageous 😭😭 That rotten egg jellybean was disgusting and you were throwing them back like tic tacs?? The one that tasted like baby wipes was kinda good tho.
LMAOOOOOO LIKE I WOUOD JUST EAT THEM AND THEN HE LIKE "oh that's barf. okay next-" i see ppl who say they like SPIT THEM OUT AND GAGGED AND SHIT and idk they just weren't that bad !!!!!! lawn clippings and baby wipes WERE good tho. the rotten egg and moldy cheese ones weren't awful 😭 IDK THEY JUST TASTED LIKE WEIRD FLAVORED JELLY BEANS TO ME which jelly beans kinda taste weird in general by default to me so maybe that's it
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do yall remember those jelly beans that had one "good" flavor and one "bad" flavor and u had to hope u were getting the good one????
honestly i ate every flavor and never actually thought any were bad. i could tell when one was like supposed to be popcorn and the other rotten eggs but like......the bad flavors were never actually bad tasting 😭
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what about a fic where he 141 are dealing with something Big; information is doctored, intel is wrong, enemies have infiltrated and fucked up the TFs intelleigence. they're in danger, the mission is compromised, their safety is compromised. someone is feeding them false information and they don't have any idea until it'll be too late.
up on the screen is your face, big red letters plastered over a picture of you indicated that you're a threat. you're associated with the enemy, how could that be possible?
simon is reeling - you're not even involved in the military or anything. you're a civilian, a librarian. a shy, quiet little thing that had looked like you were gonna faint right then and there when simon riley stood at your counter with a stack of books for the first time.
you couldn't possibly be involved. but the intel couldn't be wrong.
soap, gaz, and price all give him sickeningly pitiful looks like they feel sorry for the fool for falling for your tricks. simon is seething.
when you're awoken by a loud crash of your front door being broken down, you don't even get the chance to see who your assailants are before a black hood is shoved over your head. the ringing in your ears and your utter panic keep you from hearing the familiar voice of your husband calling you a traitor. you don't hear the sounds of the men you've grown to love na trust over the years discussing how they have to punish you...torture a confession out of you for this vile act that they have no idea is false information ):
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simon who works at a sex shop and gives you all his personal recommendations for things that will feel most pleasurable for you 🤤 he loves whenever you come back in the store to give him feedback on how it went. He’s obsessed with giving you pleasure and he gets a kick out of suggesting you try new things you wouldn’t have considered otherwise.
anon this is such a big brained thought i am literally dry heaving...........
simon who recommends couples things - like a vibrator with a controller for someone else to control. and he's nearly giddy with excitement when u tell him u don't have anyone to control it ): he boldly offers to be that person. and so after hours, you find yourself in the staff room, panties around one ankle and legs spread as he sits back and plays with the remote, skillfully edging you - drawing it out as long as possible bc he doesn't know if he'll ever get the chance to have his cute favorite customer like this again <3
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Will there ever be a part 3 to the angst hybrid au? In the beginning of part 2 it says there will be a part 3 and it's "coming soon".
My dearest apologies for the trouble
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HMMMMM PERHAPS ONE DAY i had to take a writing break bc i was getting burnt out and as a result.........ive forgotten the plot line i was going for SO !!!!! 😀 LMAOOOO but if i ever figure out wtf i was doin with it I'll update it !
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i'm using my 'whine about something frivolous' card; something irking abt posts that are presented as addressing entire communities in fandom (i.e., writers) but only acknowledge girls and women :<
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