Burnt Cake & Melted Ice Cream
Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader
Category: friends to lovers, and they were roommates!
Summary: Gaz returns home from deployment earlier than expected.
Warnings: fluff, kissing, best friends to lovers, reader can’t bake, reader is a bit of a chaotic mess, that’s it I think
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: How am I supposed to pay attention to anything this man is saying when he’s got those big beautiful brown eyes? They’re distracting! Dedicated to @sofasoap who I asked ages ago for advice on this and then never actually got it finished <3
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The cake was burning.
You were blissfully unaware.
Blissful may have been an exaggeration. Unaware was not. In fact, you were entirely too busy cleaning up your living room for the arrival of your best friend and roommate whose plane was scheduled to land in two hours time. You were trying not to panic as you were nowhere near ready to welcome him home and certainly not prepared to leave to go and pick him up from the airport within the next hour. You hadn't even showered yet!
It was a regular thought in your brain about how it was possible for you to make your home such a mess when Gaz was away. It's not like he was regularly doing the housekeeping. But maybe his absence meant that there was no one to keep you in check.
So this happened every time he was on his way home. You'd sweat as you desperately tried to scrub away any evidence of your sinful sloth state while he was away. And hate yourself for leaving it to the last minute as always.
You were knocked out of your hypnotic cleaning state by someone at your front door. Not knocking. Just making a vague scratching sound against the wood. Your first instinct was to attack. In self defence of course. So you grabbed the item closest to you - a bottle of furniture polish.
With the metal tube gripped tightly in two hands, you made your way towards the door where it now sounded like someone was attempting to pick the lock. You desperately tried to remember the moves Gaz had taught you to ward off stranger danger. None of it was coming back to you.
So with the furniture polish held high above your head, and a scream ready to leave your lungs, you waited for the intruder.
You were pleasantly surprised when a familiar face emerged from behind the door and sent you the smile that made the edges of his brown eyes crinkle.
“Hey- what are you doing?” Gaz’s face dropped as he took in your attack stance, gaze flicking over the bottle in your hands back towards your open mouth.
Your hands fell back to your sides, your heart rate decreasing rapidly in relief. “I thought somebody was breaking in!”
“With a key?” He held up the little metal object for you to see.
You sniffed and folded your arms across your chest. “Picking the lock.”
“Ah, right.” He nodded in understanding.
You suddenly realised that he shouldn’t be standing in front of you in your home at that time. "What are you doing here? Your flight isn't supposed to land for another two hours! I'm supposed to be picking you up at the airport!"
Your best friend shrugged. "Yeah, I lied."
You frowned. "Why?"
"Wanted to surprise you."
"But I wanted to surprise you! I baked a cake!”
He unsuccessfully stifled a laugh. “Why did you bake a cake?”
“Welcome home present or something, I don’t know.” You sighed and looked at him properly for the first time, suddenly thankful he was home and healthy. "I missed you."
Gaz visibly relaxed. "I missed you too."
As the two of you embraced with a warm hug, you remembered what state you were in.
You pushed away from him and looked down at yourself. "Shit, I haven't even gotten dressed yet."
He reached out and playfully tugged on the hem of your shirt. "I like you in your pyjamas."
"Not exactly the prettiest sight to come home to though, is it?" You scoffed and slapped his hand away.
He closed the door behind him and kicked his bags to the side. "Do you think I care? I'm just happy to see your face again."
"You've got that photo of me." You countered, starting to walk back to the kitchen.
He followed. "Nothing beats the real thing."
"Well, I can agree with that." You said with a mock arrogant sniff.
With a laugh, Gaz thought about something. "You been wearing that t-shirt I gave you?"
"Yeah.” You glanced away bashfully. “Stole another one from your wardrobe too."
"Why?"
"First one stopped smelling like you." You confessed, stopping in your tracks when the distinct smell of burning hit your nose. You ran towards the oven, switching it off and wrenching the door open. Smoke spilled out in a black cloud. "It's all gone to shit."
Gaz looked over your shoulder. "It's okay. I wasn't very hungry anyway."
You knew he was lying. "You sure?"
"Yeah." He smiled softly at you. "Ice cream?"
You nodded, appreciating how he was sparing your feelings. "Ice cream."
Ice cream was always the solution for the two of you. Bad day at work? Ice cream. Terrible first date? Ice cream. Feeling down? Ice cream. It always worked.
As you pulled the piece of charcoal that was supposed to be a cake out from the oven, Gaz seemed to hesitate at the sight of the ice cream.
“Uhhh…”
You groaned. “What? Don’t tell me we’re out.”
“No, not out.” He paused.
“What then?”
He looked at you with apology in his eyes. "I think our freezer's broken."
“It’s what?!” You gasped, running to his side only to find out that he was correct. Everything in there was very defrosted. Including the completely thawed ice cream which had leaked from its tub into a large melted puddle. “Aw, shit.”
“It’s okay.”
You could’ve cried. “No, it’s not. I just wanted it to be all nice for you when you got home this time and look! I fucked it all up.”
“Broken appliances aren’t your fault.” He swung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close next to him, burying his nose in the top of your head. Physical affection wasn't uncommon between the two of you. It was, in fact, the back-up plan for when ice cream was out of the picture. “Besides, coming home to you is enough.”
“Shut up, Garrick.” You mumbled but didn’t push him away, instead choosing to wrap your arms around his torso to hug him closer to you.
“Let’s just sit down, order some food and watch a movie, yeah?”
“Alright.” You sighed, letting him drag you back to the living room when the two of you collapsed into the pile of cushions and blankets that you had failed to tidy up before his early arrival.
“Did a bomb go off in here or something?” Gaz looked around the room and took in the disarray.
“Was cleaning.” You grumbled into his shoulder. “Wanted it to be nice.”
“Mhm, you said.” He paused. “Do you always do this before I come home?”
“Yes.” You sat up to look at him again. “You deserve it.”
The two of you held eye contact for a few seconds, probably too long to be called platonic but you pushed the thought away. Until Gaz spoke.
"I thought about you a lot while I was away."
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the possible connotations behind that broad statement. "I'm flattered. Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to remember your best friend back home. Really appreciate it."
He shook his head. "No, I mean- I mean I thought about you all the time. All the time."
That caught you off guard.
"Really?" You squeaked.
Gaz chuckled. "Yeah."
"Why?" You knew why.
He uttered your name softly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch you. Why did it suddenly feel wrong to touch you? “I think you know why.”
“Say it.”
He didn’t want to be too forthcoming with it. So he settled on something he hoped to be more gentle and subtle. “The thing we’ve always avoided talking about. Even when people imply it.”
“Kyle…” You rarely used his first name. Nobody did. It was reserved for particular moments. You decided this was one of them.
He took it the wrong way. “No, I get it. You don’t feel- that’s okay. I’m sorry for-“
“No, that’s now what I-“ You cut yourself off with a frustrated huff. "I just don't want this to be some fleeting thought you had whilst getting shot at because I'm the closest person in your life."
His eyebrows shot up. "It's not."
“No?”
“No, I promise.”
You watched him for a moment, the sincerity that was pouring off of him. Maybe he was being serious, maybe he truly meant it. You figured there was only one way to test it.
“Kiss me.”
He looked shocked. "Kiss you?"
"Yes, kiss me."
"You want me to kiss you?"
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Kyle. I want you to kiss me."
He sat up straighter, fixing his posture. "Okay, I'm gonna kiss you."
"You better." You laughed.
"Alright, I'm about to kiss you."
"Just shut up and kiss me, Garrick."
And he did. With one hand on the side of your face, the other on one of your thighs and yours tangling in the front of his shirt. The two of you kissed for the first time. It was long overdue, the both of you knew it as soon as your lips touched. It was sweet, and tender, and almost a little desperate, and it felt right.
The two of you pulled back for air with a slightly shy giggle.
"Please tell me that worked for you. Because it really worked for me." He mumbled, swiping his thumb across your cheek.
“Oh, it really did.” You replied, leaning back in to kiss him again which he was only too happy to reciprocate.
The burnt cake, the melted ice cream, the untidy room, and any previous doubts went forgotten for the rest of the night.
A/N: it’s a crime how long it’s taken me to write for Gaz :(
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ej with a very reckless, danger magnet, problematic, crazy nb reader? romantic hcs? 🥹 pls?🩷
eyeless jack x reckless reader !!!
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A/N: he's not even real and i can feel his headache from you. also sorry if the grammar isn't good in this one i'm too exhausted to english correctly (it's literally my 1st and only language but leave me alone)
CW: gn!reader, injuries, anxiety, jack being overprotective (in a good way 😋), very very mild NSFW like lowkey not even NSFW
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-YOU DRIVE HIM FUCKING CRAZY
-sorry.
-jack adores you. he really does. he finally found someone who's willing to push past all of his 'deformities', his trauma, his... picky appetite, all of it. only issue is of course that you are the most unhinged person on the planet.
-thank GOD that he's one of the resident 'doctors' in the manor. although i say that lightly, in all honesty he's so tired of you coming through the doors all bruised up. he misses when toby was his #1 visitor (thats saying so much)
-makes you carry a fully packed first aid kit when you "go on your adventures" as he puts it. tells you to shut the fuck up and just take it when you complain.
-jack takes your health very seriously. if he ever lost the one person he's found so far that actually cares about him he'd go apeshit. so yes. you're getting a weekly checkup and inspection. no you cannot protest. yes he will make up for it by whatever you want. (perverts..... /j)
-keeps special bandaids for u. ones with cool designs on them (they're all spiderman).
-gets SO STRESSED when you come in visible injuries (lots of blood, bruises, etc).
-acts like a mom lowkey. lectures you while he patches you up and then tiredly gives you a lil smooch on the head.
-holds you so so so so close late at night. almost like he's trying to shield your body with his.
-secretly tries to make deals with the others to go get you stuff instead of you going out to buy it yourself, just to try to prevent your ass from going anywhere without help 💀.
-if you break something, require stitches or anything that hurts he talks you through it. like watching him intensely place sutures while talking to you about what he's doing......... hnmhmnhmbbnbgg
-sometimes if he's in a bad place he'll watch you while you sleep. he just needs that reassurance that you're okay, and seeing you all comfy in bed, (not out in the middle of nowhere with zero supplies) makes him feel 100000 times better.
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i'm sooooo behind on my inbox sorry guys school is kicking my ass lol
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HSMTMTS S3E7 Rant
RANT Ahead!
Why are we treating Kourtney’s anxiety and EJ’s anxiety SO differently?
Kourtney’s worried about bombing on stage, she gets a literal chorus of supportive sisters to help her climb the literal and metaphorical wall.
EJ is worried about his ENTIRE LIFE imploding, and he gets snarky comments from Ricky about how everyone knows he’s stressed, Carlos (who knows the stress of putting on a show) telling him to “just do it at night,” and literally NO ONE just taking the damn script away at the prom. Gina knew exactly where to find him after the last dance, why didn’t she go look for him DURING it? Where is the close relationship he and Ashlyn have had for years? Why is his arc just about “wow, he’s fucking up everywhere”?
YES, EJ made mistakes. YES, he’s terrible at reaching out and asking for help. So was Kourtney. But she got support, and EJ didn’t. And I think Kourtney DESERVED the help! But why didn’t EJ?
To be clear, this isn’t about the Portwell breakup. I think Gina has some very valid points about them being in different places and feeling unsure about the future, and all those feelings are incredibly valid and real. I think they came a bit out of nowhere and wish we’d been actually addressing those issues all season instead of these GIGANTIC external factors that they keep dropping onto this couple, so it felt a bit unearned, but that part isn’t the problematic part for me.
I CAN’T get behind the way the narrative has treated EJ and diminished what HIS experience of anxiety has been time and time again.
It feels like a very gendered lens on mental health, honestly, and I’m not here for it.
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i've seen u talk abt &team's sizes a teensy bit like yuma and a bit of harua but i wanted to know if u have any other thoughts on them... like obv everyone on nsfw luné tumblr can just tell that k, fuma, and jo have demon dicks but what do u think abt that and the rest of the legal line 🤭
demon dicks 😭 ur funny nonnie 😭
fuma: i feel like personally,,, he's thicker than anything.. he's got a good length but nothing too crazy
ej: he apparently has small feet (found this out when they went ice skating and he realized his feet are below average size 😭) but he's still tall so i feel like he may be a little bigger than average,,
kei: idk i feel like it's just long,, it's not skinny but it's also not thick either,, i feel like he just has a pretty cock idk it's just kinda perfect
nicholas: hear me out,,, i feel like he's a grower,, looks unsuspecting at first but then ur like 😱😱😱 when he gets hard 😭😭 no but it's not humongous but i feel like it's long and a Little thick
yuma: like i said i feel like he's on the more average/smaller side,, he knows how to use it tho like his size has never been a problem and never will be 🙏🏾
jo: CAWK 😱 his is big in every way idc,, long and on the thicker side,, like his is surprising fr
harua: on the smaller side,, he's just a small guy so naturally his dick would be a bit smaller. it's not tiny but it probably would almost fit perfectly in ur hand <3
taki: idk tbh i feel like he'd just be average, he's not tall but he's also not small,, i feel like he'd just have the most average cock
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