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Kyle Valenti Week 2021
19-25 APRIL 2021. Tracking #kyleweek21 #kyleappreciation21.
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I still haven’t finished my Kyle Appreciation fic. When I eventually do, is it okay to tag it as such even though the event is over?
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We would like to thank you for assisting with the Kyle Valenti Week 2021 . People like you are truly valuable to the fandom. We hope you had fun, and we hope to see you again next year.
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kyle “suave daredevil” valenti — class of 2008 moodboard
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#kyle valenti#day 7#theme: suave daredevil#mood board#content creator: dankmalexmemes
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Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week [Day 7]
Kyle woke this time to Alex tracing small circles on his back. He smiled into his pillow.
Alex is in my bed, he thought. Alex was in his bed, naked, trailing his fingers lower down his spine, settling in the small of his back. Then his lips followed the path of his fingers, soft and open-mouthed and warm, and Kyle moaned.
“Awake?” Alex breathed against the shell of his ear, his voice deep and sending shivers down Kyle’s body.
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Please, Alex, don’t stop.”
Alex bit his earlobe, and Kyle instinctively turned over. Alex moved to hover over him the second he was on his back, and Kyle automatically bucked his hips up into him. Alex huffed a breathy chuckle, biting his lower lip.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he said, taking Kyle in hand and aligning himself. When he sank down, Kyle arched his back, his mouth hanging open.
“You’re so sexy,” Alex murmured, running his hands down the length of Kyle’s chest, his stomach, as he rose and fell on his cock.
“Alex,” Kyle breathed, planting both feet on the mattress and thrusting up in time to match Alex’s movements.
They came twice that morning, and Kyle was still kissing Alex’s shoulder, his arm, his back, as the airman reached for his crutches and stepped out of bed.
“How many more speeches do you have left today?” he asked as he looked for a towel for his shower.
Kyle, who had been watching him reverently, felt his heart suddenly sink into his stomach at the realization. “None. We’re checking out today. Early.”
Alex stopped rummaging, and looked over his shoulder at him. “How early?”
He checked the time on his phone, and swallowed the lump in his throat. “We have one hour.”
Alex said nothing for a moment, and Kyle sat up. When he’d asked Alex to wait until today to make his decision, he’d been vague. Would Alex decide now, or would he wait till they actually had to be out of the hotel?
“You coming?” Alex suddenly asked as he made his way to the bathroom. He stopped at the doorway and smirked over his shoulder. “Or are you going to leave me to shower alone?”
Kyle’s heart thrashed, and he nearly stumbled on his way out of bed. Alex’s laugh was silenced as Kyle covered his mouth with his own, and pushed them both into the bathroom.
Kyle and Alex sat on the couch in the reception room, Alex’s head on Kyle’s shoulder, as they waited for their turn to check out. Admittedly, Kyle was letting everyone, doctor or not, cut in front of them first.
Alex’s hand was in Kyle’s, and he squeezed it. He turned to press his lips to Alex’s forehead, watching the way his eyes fluttered sleepily, and he thought he could do this forever. He could have Alex like this, just the two of them, in comfortable, silent peace. Of course, it would never be just the two of them, that was what Alex had tried to tell him, that was why he’d stayed away. There would always be someone there alongside Kyle in Alex’s heart, someone who would always own the very essence of him. And it wasn’t Kyle.
Kyle inhaled Alex’s scent and sighed deeply. Alex’s eyes closed to the warmth. That was the thing though; he didn’t care. He knew Alex, at his core, would always be Michael’s, but he loved Kyle, too. He loved holding Kyle’s hand and kissing him and falling asleep beside him. The thought and possibility of Michael would always hurt Alex, but how could it not, after everything they’d been through? Why should that mean that Kyle and Alex shouldn’t be allowed to have each other? That they shouldn’t be able to fall in love, in their own way?
“Alex …”
“Mm?”
“You know I’m always going to love you, right?” he said. “No matter what.”
Alex said nothing, but squeezed his hand harder.
When the time for checkout finally came, Kyle’s heart felt heavy. He kept glancing over at Alex who was by the aquarium, watching the fish.
“He’s very handsome,” the receptionist said, having noticed his stares.
A small, faint smile tugged at Kyle’s lips. “Isn’t he?”
When they stepped outside, the air just as cold as in, Kyle reached instinctively for Alex’s hand. Alex did the same, smiling.
Okay, Kyle thought. So they still had some time left on the clock. Instead of taking Alex to the car, he pulled him into a shadowy corner behind the hotel, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him. Alex, to his relief, only pulled him in deeper.
“We can’t,” he panted, laughing, when Kyle reached down to the buttons of his jeans. “Come on, doctor, cool down.”
As Alex led the way back to the car, Kyle tried not to tell him that he couldn’t keep himself back. These were their last few moments together, and as soon as they were back in Roswell …
Nonetheless, Alex looked ready to leave the hotel, so Kyle had no choice but to follow. They drove for a while, Kyle staring at Alex whenever he got the chance. When the Roswell sign came into sight, he pulled over.
They sat in silence for a good few minutes. Alex didn’t rush him or demand to know why he’d stopped, but instead just waited.
“Yesterday was the best day of my life,” Kyle started, no sound but them around for miles. “Alex, I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, I just … never knew it. But I do now.” He turned in his seat to face him. “And I know you love Guerin. I know part of you will always love him, but … part of you loves me, too, I know it. I can feel it.”
He took Alex’s hands in his. “I don’t care that I can’t have every piece of you, because what I do get is so …” he huffed a chuckle. “It’s so good. You’re better than enough for me, Alex, and I don’t want to go back home without you knowing that.”
Alex stared at him a long time, his expression unreadable. Then, with glassy eyes, he smiled. “Okay,” he said softly.
Kyle’s heart thudded painfully. “O-Okay?”
He nodded. “Okay.” He leaned in, gently taking Kyle’s lips in his own. He whispered, their lips brushing together, “You and me, right?”
Kyle started to smile, relief and joy and love filling his chest and threatening to overflow.
“You and me,” he promised.
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Finally finished! I hope everyone had a good Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week! Thanks for reading, and to everyone who commented and reblogged, it’s meant a lot 💗
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#kyle valenti#alex manes#kylex#suave daredevil#day 7: daring multi talented chiseled badass michael trevino#day 7: wild card#fic#content creator: pastelwitchling
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*Charlotte from The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement voice* I just love to look at him.
kyle valenti week 2021
day seven: free day/michael trevino appreciation
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#day 7#theme#suave daredevil#day 7: daring multi talented chiseled badass michael trevino#gifset#content creator: ashesandhalefire
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Michael Trevino + Babies
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#kyle valenti#Michael Trevino#day 7#theme#day 7: daring multi talented chiseled badass michael trevino#gifset#content creator: manesalex
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suave daredevil: love, of course
[~380 words]
[teen and up audiences]
[unbeta’ed]
[kyle valenti, rosa ortecho, original children characters]
[future fic]
[written for @kylevalentiweek2021, day 7 ~ suave daredevil: free day ft a daring multi-talented chiseled badass michael trevino + wild card/writer’s choice + “the baddest man alive”]
[kyle finds himself at home]
suave daredevil: love, of course | on ao3
Kyle is sitting in his chair, looking up at the sky. He has his eyes closed, feeling the warm breeze on his skin, the sheer calmness of the world around him grounding him. It’s been a while since the last bastion of Project Shepherd was defeated and the last of the alien invaders were sent back to the black void of the universe — Liz had gone back to studying, Max in tow, Alex and Michael had given their relationship a go, Isobel and Maria had chosen to learn to get along given that they were now relatives. All of them had moved far away from Roswell in order to find themselves.
He had remained in town, though. He’s been watching them grow and blossom and become the people they were always meant to be, away from the influence of the past they all share now, while he mended all the bridges that connected him to Rosa.
Rosa, who had stayed back in Roswell, with him. Who had found a purpose and a life.
“Uncle Kyle?” he hears at his back. He smiles.
“Yeah, Rosita?” he asks, not even opening his eyes.
“Mami wants to know if you’re going to come back inside and help her make Abuelo’s churros.”
“Of course,” he replies, finally opening his eyes and standing up. “You know, and your mami knows, that I’m not the best at making Abuelo’s churros, right?”
“Of course,” Rosita says, her voice sounding a little fed up as she brushes her long dark hair out of her eyes. “But Mami wants you to help her. Says since Auntie Liz isn’t around, you’re the next best thing.”
“Oh, now that’s how things are now, aren’t they?” he teases his niece. He stretches out his hand and she takes it, helping him inside the house.
Rosa is waiting for him in the kitchen, hands and cheeks covered in flour and a big grin lightning her features. “Here you are, hermanito!”
“How I hate you,” he mumbles, grabbing an apron and positioning himself across the counter.
“You love me,” she retaliates.
“Of course he does!” Rosita calls as she retreats to the living room, where she’s been watching cartoons with her little brother.
“Of course you do,” Rosa says.
“Of course I do,” he confirms.
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#kyle valenti#rosa ortecho#day 7: free day#day 7: suave daredevil#day 7: daring multi-talented chiseled badass michael trevino#day 7: wild card#fic#content creator: lire casander
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The Family That Stays Together [RNM Fic]
The Family That Stays Together by @haloud and @maeglinthebold
Relationship: Kyle Valenti & Rosa Ortecho & Arturo Ortecho
Kyle, Rosa and Arturo bond in Liz's (and Jim's) absence.
#kyleappreciation21#kyleweek21#day 6#theme: glitter day off hours shenanigans#fanart#fic#content creator: maeglinthebold
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KYLE VALENTI WEEK | DAY SIX
➜ off hours at planet 7
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#kyle valenti#day 6#theme: glitter day off hours shenanigans#gifset#content creator: rosaortecho
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Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week [Day 6]
Kyle opened his eyes to a once-again empty bed and a raging headache. He turned his face into the pillow with a groan, pressing the heel of his palm into his temple.
Then last night hit him – getting drunk, what he’d said to Alex, what Alex had said to him – and he sat up with a gasp. That had been a mistake. It made his head swim and his nausea worse. After slowly inhaling and exhaling a few times, he pushed himself out of bed, and looked around.
“Alex?” he called as he stepped into the rest of the suite, and this time, he found Alex at the small coffee table in front of the terrace.
The airman kept staring out the window, his hands hugging his cup of coffee to keep warm. Kyle saw another coffee cup and a whole breakfast laid out for them. Alex had clearly woken a while ago.
Kyle hesitated at the doorway. Alex had yet to smile or acknowledge him at all. Was he pissed off?
“Morning,” he tried.
“It’s not that I can’t like anyone but Guerin,” was his quiet response, and Kyle’s heart rattled against his ribs. He came to slowly sit down in the opposite chair. “It’s that … I can’t let him go. He’s part of me. Forrest saw that, you see that. I think Guerin sees it, too, but . . .”
“I know,” he said.
“No,” Alex sighed. “You think you do, but you don’t. I can’t be with you, Kyle, because … I could never give you everything. I feel like … at my core, I belong to …”
“You belong to Michael,” Kyle said, the words surprisingly easier to say than he would’ve thought. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Alex, I know.”
He looked pained, finally meeting Kyle’s gaze to reveal glassy eyes. That, Kyle realized, was the hard part in all of this. Not hearing about how much he loved Michael, how much he would always love Michael, but knowing that that love was killing him.
“Then how can you still want to be with me?” he said hoarsely. “Doesn’t it bother you?”
Kyle shook his head.
Alex’s lower lip trembled, and he rubbed his face, hiding it. Kyle came around the table, approaching Alex like he might’ve approached a terrified kitten. He took Alex’s wrists and gently pulled his hands down. Without a word, he leaned in and took Alex’s lips in his own. Alex scrunched his shoulders, but slowly started to kiss back.
“It can’t –” Alex tried in between kisses, but Kyle was unrelenting with his lips. “It can’t be this easy, you – you’ll hate me, and I’ll lose you, and I can’t –”
Kyle tilted his head to deepen the kiss, silencing Alex’s fears. He knew his breath was probably awful, but if Alex was bothered by it, he didn’t say. Kyle pulled back only when they had to breathe, and leaned up to kiss Alex’s forehead.
“Give me until tomorrow,” he breathed. “Be my boyfriend until tomorrow, and then if you still want to end it, we will. We’ll pretend none of this ever happened. But. If you want to stay with me –” he swallowed thickly, cupping Alex’s jaw “—like I want you to stay with me, then I’ll care for you better than anyone else ever has. I’ll love you better.”
Alex looked up, wide-eyed. For a second, he looked like he wanted to say something, but then he pulled Kyle’s head in and kissed him hungrily. Kyle took half a second to process before he was groaning into Alex’s mouth, reveling at his moans. He got halfway to unbuttoning his shirt before he pulled it up over his head and threw it aside. Alex ran his hands down his chest, his stomach, to his waistband.
Kyle was about to pull away, to ask him how he wanted to do this, when Alex suddenly put a hand down the back of his sweats and grabbed his ass. He gasped against Alex’s lips, bucking his hips forward. Alex spread his legs readily for him, urging him closer. Kyle was elated, his heart thrashing wildly.
He pushed Alex’s shirt up and over his shoulders, before he wrapped Alex in his arms. Their naked chests pressed together, their hardening cocks. Part of Kyle wanted to keep rutting against Alex like this, eager to hear his pleas, his gasps, his breathy moans. But a larger part wanted more, so much more. He picked up Alex up by his thighs, and was rewarded with a gasp.
He brought them into the bedroom and lay them down on his bed. He kissed down Alex’s body, the heat in his gut turning to fire as Alex moaned his name. Then he came down to Alex’s waistband, exhaled sharply, and pulled down his sweats before he quickly rid himself of his own.
He grinded their hips together once, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth hanging open. He did it again, loving the sight of his cock pressing against Alex’s. He put three fingers in Alex’s mouth and commanded, “Suck.”
Alex went above and beyond, his tongue like magic on Kyle’s fingers, coating them in spit. Alex’s mouth hung open as Kyle brought his hand down between their bodies, spreading his legs further.
He cupped Kyle’s face. “You sure you want to do this?”
Kyle leaned down, taking Alex’s lips in his own again, and again, and again. “More than anything.”
Alex choked on an unspoken sentence as Kyle pushed one finger in. He nuzzled Alex’s cheek, kissed his lips, licked into his mouth. It wasn’t much longer before all three fingers were inside Alex’s hole, pushing in and out.
“I want you,” Alex breathed. “Please.”
“Anything,” Kyle promised. He slid his fingers out to Alex’s whimpers, took his rock-hard cock in hand, aligned it to Alex’s hole, and pushed in. Both men groaned loudly as Kyle sunk in all the way, and stilled.
“Y-Your dick,” Alex managed.
“Yeah?” Kyle bit his lower lip. “You like it, baby?”
Alex nodded helplessly, clutching Kyle’s ass, and Kyle took it as a sign to move. The otherwise silent suite filled with the sounds of grunts and moans as Kyle thrusted into Alex, their bodies slapping together with a deliciously wet, filthy sound. Kyle bit and sucked the sensitive skin of Alex’s neck, his thrusts turning harder and wilder as Alex scratched down his back.
They stayed in bed all day, touching each other over and over, missing every seminar there was to miss, and not caring at all. The moonlight shined in through the room by the time they’d finally worn themselves out, empty plates from room service sat on the nightstands. Kyle traced Alex’s cheek with his fingers, then followed that trail with his lips.
Alex scooted closer, pressing his forehead to Kyle’s as he took his hand and kissed it. “One more day,” he said.
Kyle closed his eyes, wanting to focus only on the sound of Alex’s breathing, the warmth of his skin, his intoxicating scent. “One more day.”
#kyleappreciation21#kyleweek21#kyle valenti#alex manes#kylex#kylex fic#day 6#content creator: pastelwitchling
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glitter day: come back home
[~350 words]
[teen and up audiences]
[unbeta’ed]
[kyle valenti, isobel evans]
[superpowers au, mentions of characters’ death, alternate universe]
[written for @kylevalentiweek2021, day 6 ~ glitter day: off-hours shenanigans + canon divergence/au + “just couldn’t tie me down”]
[kyle has survived so much, but it only takes a fall to almost lose it all]
glitter day: come back home | on ao3
Kyle reaches the dark alley, panting and limping, his right leg cramping up in all the places where it’s caught his fall merely ten minutes before. It’s deserted, just like he was hoping, so he can rest his back against the furthest wall and sigh.
“Kyva,” he hears the familiar femenine voice through his earpiece. “Do you copy?”
“Kyva here,” he manages to keep his voice steady as he speaks. “That was close.”
“We almost lost you, Kyle,” the voice reprimands him. “You can’t keep being so reckless.”
“I thought we were avoiding real names, Isobel,” he scolds her. Deep inside, he knows she’s right — he’s risked everything to save that little girl from being run over Wyatt Long’s truck, flying in just in time and avoiding being discovered by sheer luck. “I’m sorry.”
“This town needs you,” she reminds him. “I need you, Kyle. That’s why we always have a plan.”
“What’s the point in having superpowers if I can’t test them to their full potential?” he questions out loud. This is an argument they’ve had before — how his superspeed allows him to get out of certain situations unscathed. But, other times, he gets too confident in his own abilities and he needs to be rescued — usually by a lovely blonde woman who could charm her way out of hell.
“What’s the point in having superpowers if they kill you?” she fires back without missing a beat. “That’s what happened to Alex and Michael and Max before you, Kyle. You know what that did to us.”
He knows, he was there. He was there through losing Max after a bad call where he overexerted himself while trying to save a man who had just been shot. He was there when Alex and Michael got blown up in an explosion because Alex ran suddenly out of his rare fireproof superpower. He survived though — he’s survived them all.
“I know,” he mutters. “I’m sorry.”
“Just come back home, Kyle. Please.”
“I will.”
And he knows that he will keep this promise.
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#day 6: glitter day#day 6: off-hours shenanigans#day 6: canon divergence/au#day 6: just couldn't tie me down#content creator: lire casander
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Kyle Valenti - Off Hours
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#day 6#kyle valenti#liz ortecho#isobel evans#theme: glitter day off hours shenanigans#gifset#content creator: manesalex
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Are you lost? Or really, really found?
kyle valenti week 2021
day six: off-hours shenanigans
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#kyle valenti#day 6#isobel evans#theme: glitter day-off hours shenanigans#gifset#content creator: ashesandhalefire
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KYLE VALENTI WEEK | DAY FIVE
➜ kyle + alien snark
#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#day 5#theme: humerus snark and humor#gifset#content creator: rosaortecho
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Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week [Day 5]
Kyle was already too drunk. He’d arrived at the bar half an hour before he and Alex had agreed to meet, hoping that if he got started a little earlier, it would help him loosen up. Help him pretend that the sight of Alex didn’t make him want and need so badly.
Two more days, he told himself. Two more days, and they would return to Roswell, and whatever he was feeling now would go away. It had to. Because Liz was back in Roswell, women he knew and liked were there, and, more importantly, Michael was there. As soon as Alex had him in sight again, whatever heat Kyle imagined between them would be gone. After all, it was all only really because they were alone out here and bored out of their minds, their only comfort and source of amusement each other. It wasn’t like it was anything real.
Kyle threw back the rest of his glass, and signaled to the bartender for another.
“Started without me?” Alex slid onto the stool next to him.
Kyle clenched his jaw. Alex wore his regular black shirt and jeans with a black leather jacket. Kyle had seen him in the outfit a hundred times, but the sight of him now made his heart ache. He’d always known that his best friend was attractive, the most attractive man in Roswell, but he’d never felt it on such a bone-deep level as he did now.
It’s because you’ve touched every inch of him underneath those clothes, a voice taunted. He knew how toned Alex’s chest was, how flat his stomach, how pleasantly hairy. Alex’s voice mesmerized him now because he’d heard his moans in his ear, heard him beg. Alex had called him baby, and the world, he knew, could never be the same after that.
“I wanted you here,” Kyle confessed, leaning his chin on his palm.
“Yeah?” he said with that same polite smile, those same wary dark eyes unable to meet his gaze.
Kyle reached out, cupped Alex’s jaw, and turned his face until their eyes met. “Look at me, Manes. I want you to keep looking at me.”
Alex brought Kyle’s hand down, his voice quiet, “Kyle –”
“Just until we go back,” he said. “I want your eyes on me, Alex.”
Alex searched his face. Then he pressed his lips together and patted his shoulder. “You’re drunk. Maybe we should go back to the room.”
“Will you come with me?” Kyle asked. That taunting voice returned, warning him that this was a bad idea, to shut up. But he couldn’t. Alex was too close, and despite the noise of the bar around them, all he could hear and see was Alex. He wanted to get closer.
“Come with me,” he urged again. “This doesn’t have to end now.”
“I thought we agreed –”
“Alex, just listen to me, please,” he turned his body to face Alex’s, their knees bumping together. He took Alex’s hands in both of his. “Two more days, right? You and I can have each other for two more days, and then – then when we have to leave, it ends. Okay? Just a little longer –”
“You don’t think I want you?” Alex demanded in a voice barely above a whisper. He looked around to make sure no one was listening in, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You think I want us to have a time limit? That’s exactly why I can’t do this, Kyle. I can’t.”
“Why not?” he urged. “Alex, it’s me! If … if you want me back, then …” He swallowed. “Is it because of Michael?”
Alex looked pained, and Kyle knew he’d hit the nail on the head. His shoulders fell. “Even after everything he did to you?”
“It’s – it’s not that –"
“Alex, he chose someone else, he didn’t want you!”
Alex flinched, and horror engulfed Kyle as he realized what he’d just said. He covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide. Alex slid off the stool.
“W-Wait, no, no –” Kyle tried, grabbing at whatever of Alex he could reach. “Alex, I didn’t – I didn’t mean that –”
But Alex only cupped the nape of Kyle’s neck, and pulled him in to kiss his forehead. “Don’t stay up too late, okay?” he murmured, and turned to leave.
Kyle watched him go with a lump in his throat. His half-filled glass sat beside him, forgotten, but he stayed at the bar for another two hours, the scene with Alex playing on repeat in his head, until he couldn’t find any more excuses to stay away.
When he came up to the room, he found Alex asleep, his face half-buried in his pillow. He should’ve taken it as a mercy, changed as quietly as he could, and gone to bed with the plan to act like he’d forgotten everything that had happened in the morning.
Sorry, did I say something last night? he imagined himself saying. I was totally wasted.
Kyle stopped. Alex might’ve expected that from Michael. It was too hard to face the truth of what he felt, so he acted like nothing they did mattered, not seeing how deeply it was hurting Alex to be talked to like an afterthought.
He looked back at him. Alex looked so soft with his dark hair splayed across the pillow, his cheeks rosy and squished, his red lips pursed against his closed fist. Kyle took a careful step forward, reached out, and brushed his bangs back from his eyes.
Alex’s eyes fluttered open. Of course, Kyle thought. Military men woke at the drop of a feather, and Kyle had hardly been silent. Still, he couldn’t take his hand back as his fingers fell down to trace Alex’s cheek.
“Please don’t hate me,” he muttered.
Alex covered his hand with his own and pressed a soft kiss to his wrist, making Kyle’s heart thrash violently against his ribs. Then he threw his blanket back, a silent offering that Kyle was all too happy to take.
Changing quickly into his sweats, Kyle slid into the bed, reveling at the warmth of the sheets, and Alex’s even warmer body as he wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed his face to the airman’s collarbone.
“I want to keep you,” he whispered, his eyes already fluttering shut to Alex’s fingers raking through his hair.
“Go to sleep, Kyle,” Alex said, subdued. “You’ll feel different in the morning. I promise.”
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#kyle “is everyone in this town in love with max evans 🤢” valenti
kyle valenti week 2021
day five: snark and humor
#kyleappreciation21#kyleweek21#Kyle valenti#day 5#theme: humerus-snark and humor#gifset#content creator: ashesandhalefire
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humerus: taking the fall
[~390 words]
[teen and up audiences]
[unbeta’ed]
[drunkenness, humor]
[written for @kylevalentiweek2021, day 5 ~ humerus: snark and humor + humor/crack + sinister kid]
[kyle is drunk, and when he’s drunk, accidents happen]
humerus: taking the fall | on ao3
He’s drunk.
He knows he’s drunk. It’s him who’s decided on downing so many vodka shots at Planet 7 while on his own during Taylor Swift karaoke night. It’s not like he’s had any choice in the matter — he wasn’t going to ask any of his friends to come with him to this particular themed night at the bar, and he wasn’t going not to come to this particular themed night at the bar.
He manages to grab a fresh shot glass in between his shaky fingers, and he mutters, “Bottoms up,” before drinking it in one go. Blaire arches an eyebrow at him but gets him another shot.
“Are you going up?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m next, I think,” he manages to say without slurring too much.
“You are,” she confirms after checking the roster. “Don’t embarrass yourself too much, Valenti!” she calls after him when he stumbles off the stool and towards the stage.
He doesn’t even grace her with a reply, instead grasping the mic and starting to shout the lyrics to the song he doesn’t remember choosing. He’s out of tune and so off-key that he wants to cringe, but he keeps singing. He doesn’t care about the lyrics or the music, he’s just feeling so good — until he takes a turn while dancing, and he doesn’t really count on the stage being smaller than he thought so he ends up flinging himself to the crowd after stumbling upon his feet. He hopes they catch him, just like he’s seen in so many movies, but he’s gravely mistaken.
His face colliding against the filthy ground of the bar while the crowd cheering him on just a few seconds before part like the Red Sea to allow him to faceplant among them.
He bolts to his feet as soon as he can scramble up, but it’s not fast enough — he can hear the clicks of the obturators working and he can even see Blaire behind the bar filming it on her phone. He escapes the bar, now almost fully sober and completely embarrassed, wishing that it all gets forgotten by some other scandal the next day.
When Isobel teases him at seven next day, when he’s still nursing his hangover and his bruised pride, he knows this show he’s put on will hardly die down anytime soon.
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