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Family Dinner- Derek Hale

Originally posted by malecsterekz

Request// Dad Derek being there for a surprise meal baked by his son and wife. And his son playing a little joke on Derem?

*Sidenote: This gif made my ovaries explode. I kind of took this drabble request and made it a one-shot. Hope the requester isn’t too mad at me! xoxox*

“Daddy, are you almost home,” Derek’s heart warmed at the sound of his son’s inpatient question.

“I’m almost there, Kyle. In fact… I’m just around the corner,” Derek responded while he tuned onto you street. Within seconds, he heard a loud thud and you shouting at your son in the background.

“Kyle Hale, I told you to be careful with the phone,” you reprimanded. “Sorry, Der. He ran to open the front door so I’m guessing you’re close?”

Derek pulled into the driveway as you opened the door, Kle sprinting to the car as fast as his little legs could carry him. By the time Derek got out of the car, Kyle had already clung onto his leg. “Daddy, we made dinner!”

“Oh is that so, my little pup?” Derek waddled towards the house as Kyle clung to his ankle and you couldn’t help but laugh as you leaned out the front door. “You helped mom out?”

“Actually, he chose the meal for tonight.” You stated before pulling Derek in for a quick kiss. “Once again, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”


“Kyle, let daddy cut your steak, please” you asked kindly as you saw the boy struggle to conquer his meal.

“But I wanna eat it like this, mommy,” both you and Derek held back to laughter as you saw the boy with the steak in his hands, trying to tear it apart with his small teeth. He quickly dropped it back onto his plate as Derek reached over to help him.

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Kyle Snyder wins heavyweight NCAA Championships.

Kyle Snyder lifted Medbery, a man who has a good 40lbs on him, above his head before slamming him down to the mat.

Since 2015 Snyder has two NCAA D1 Championships, a world championship, and an Olympic gold medal in freestyle. And he’s only 21 years old.

Guy still has one more year in college.

Long Drive

Prompt: Road Trip

Word count: 1,995

Rating: T

My quick and hopefully pretty lighthearted drabble entry for the @spdrabblebomb  ;v; I had some fun with the main four but hope ya don’t mind some k2 lol


“Stan.”

“What?”

“Stan.”

“Come on.”

Kyle shifts in his seat. “You really have to stop braking for squirrels so much, dude. It’s going to slow us down.”

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Title: Adventure.

Pairings: Kyle Spencer x Female!Reader

Gifs aren’t mine.

Warnings: Season three spoilers (?), mentions of Kyle’s mum, Madison and Zoe, FLUFF!

Staring at him, Y/N found herself bewitched, even whilst doing the most mundane things he was breathtaking. Y/N’s fingers twitched against her sides as a strand of his blonde hair fell in front of his face, the urge to brush it off his face was undeniable. His brown eyes scanned the laptop screen and his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion, Y/N’s heart flutter at the adorable expression.

How could anyone hurt him? Why would anyone want to? The questions spun around Y/N’s mind, taunting her. She had always been curious, her mother said it would lead to her demise. She wanted to know why everyone who hurt him did what they did, was it because he was too fragile, an easy target? Y/N would probably never know.

Y/N watched as frustrated tears brimmed in his eyes. His nails scratched at the skin of his neck, forcing his turtle neck down and allowing the red, irritated skin to peak out. Y/N gulped, she couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for the virtually brain dead boy.

She didn’t understand why he had to spend hours upon hours, staring at a computer screen. It didn’t make sense. He had to learn like a child would; learn from their family and friends, learn from the world around them - not a goddamn computer. Children learn from picking up what their family say and do, yet Kyle was always locked up in Zoe’s room, kept from the world. Y/N, as much as she didn’t agree with Zoe’s methods, wouldn’t dare voice it.

Y/N cracked, she jumped up from the bed - startling Kyle - and knelt down, shoving the laptop off Kyle’s lap. She began to tie up shoes before standing up, she tugged him up and guided him out of the room. Enough was enough, he needed to see something other than those four, blank walls.

She made sure to check that Zoe or Madison weren’t wandering around before pulling Kyle down the stairs and out the door. He stumbled slightly as they clambered into the car. Y/N smiled, helping him put on his seat belt before doing her own.

“We’re going on an adventure, Kyle, I’m sure you’re sick of that laptop and that room. You need to see the world to really learn.”

She glanced at him one more time before reversing off the driveway and heading to their destination.

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Kyle hesitantly sat down under the shade of the oak tree, the cold air nipped at his cheeks and nose, tinting them a rosy pink. Y/N smiled fondly from beside him, her fingers buried in her pockets. She nuzzled her nose into jumper, inwardly scolding herself for being so impulsive and forgetting to get coats.

“C-Cold.” Kyle acknowledged, stealing a cautious glance at Y/N for reassurance.

“Yeah, it’s cold, because it’s Winter.” Y/N explained, scooting closer to him, his body was radiating heat.

“W-Winter.” Kyle copied, a faint smile tugging onto his lips.

He seemed to notice Y/N getting closer and wrapped his arms around her, tugging her towards him. Y/N sighed, he was so warm and welcoming. Y/N nuzzled her head into his shoulder, shielding her face from the harsh winds.

“What do you want to do, Ky? Get some food? Walk around? Play in the park?” Y/N asked.

His eyes seemed to light up on hearing the last one and he nodded eagerly, resembling a child. He staggered to him feet, pulling Y/N up with him. Y/N grinned ear-to-ear, laughing at his child-like behaviour and guided him towards the park. She’d never seen a grown man react that way to the mention of a park, but Kyle wasn’t like other men.

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The pair sat on the swing sets for what seemed hours, in a comfortable silence, watching the little children run past without a care whilst their parents huddled together and gossiped. Kyle seemed to fall silent. Worry bloomed inside of Y/N. She slipped her hand into Kyle’s, squeezing reassuringly.

“Bad mum.” Kyle murmured, eyes glaring at the women.

“Your mum? She was bad?” Y/N didn’t quite understand, she knew someone had hurt Kyle and from what Kyle was saying, all signs pointed at his mother. She knew, however, that the subject seemed to upset Kyle and he must’ve trusted Y/N a lot to tell her that. “I’m sorry, Kyle, but she’s gone. I won’t let her hurt you anymore. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

“P-Promise?” Kyle hiccuped, his warm brown eyes glistened with tears that he attempted to blink back.

“I promise. C'mon, we should get back now. The others are going to notice we went missing and start looking for us.”

The pair staggered to their feet, suddenly Kyle stopped. His eyes lighting up as he stared up at the sky, white snow fell down, hitting his face. A snowflake landed on his nose and Y/N giggled at his reaction; eyes wide and mouth forming in the shape of an O. He watched as more snowflakes fell around home, amazed.

“Snow.” Y/N informed. “It’s snow.”

“S-Snow.” Kyle chuckled, pulling Y/N towards him.

The snow was falling heavily now, making little kids squeal with delight. The cold was really getting to Y/N and she trembled against Kyle, teeth chattering. Kyle lifted up a hand and wiped away the snowflakes that had got caught in Y/N’s hair, smiling brightly, not a care in the world.

Originally posted by tassianac

Detention

from a page thats since been deleted


I looked down at my watch for what seemed like the millionth
time since I came into the room almost half an hour ago. 3:20. I
still had 40 minutes of detention left. I peered up at Ms.
McCormick who was sitting at her desk and scribbling busily in a
notebook. I couldn’t believe she gave me such a long detention for
being a couple of minutes late. If it wasn’t for her, I could be
home right now watching TV instead of sitting in class an extra
hour. Oh well, at least I’d be able to get a head start on my
homework, I told myself. Just as I stared down at my anatomy book
to begin reading the chapter, I heard a loud fit of laughter coming
from the doorway followed by Ms. McCormick’s annoyingly reproachful
voice.
“You’re late,” she growled in the meanest tone possible.
I looked up from my book to see Chad Parker and Kyle Clark
entering the room.
“Sorry,” Chad said. “We had to tell Coach Davis we weren’t
gonna be at baseball practice today.”
“Yeah, thanks to you,” Kyle mumbled under his breath.
It’s a good thing Ms. McCormick was hard at hearing, I
thought.
“Have a seat,” she said, menacingly.
As the two troublemakers searched for their seats, I
casually checked them out, as I had done many times before in the
hallways. They were both pretty hot guys…a year older than me,
athletic, in great shape, with a certain cockiness that turned me on
for some reason. Chad was tall with blond hair, blue eyes, and was
wearing jeans tight enough to show off his enormously round bubble
butt. Kyle was about the same height with brown hair, green eyes,
and had an ass that was a close runner-up to Chad’s. Much to my
surprise, they both took seats on each side of me, so now I was
sitting between two of the hottest guys in school. Trying not to
pop a boner, I tried to take my mind off of the two hotties by
returning to my studies. My eyes gazed across the letters but
didn’t really read the words. I was in no mood to study anatomy
unless it involved Chad or Kyle.
Suddenly I heard Ms. McCormick’s voice again, as she
said, “I need to make copies of tomorrow’s worksheets. You’d better
behave while I’m gone unless you want another day of detention.”
I heard both guys groan from both sides of me. Then Ms.
McCormick headed out, closing the door behind her.
“You’d better behave unless you want another day of
detention,” Chad mocked, in a pretty accurate portrayal of Ms.
McCormick’s voice.
Kyle cracked up laughing, as if it was the funniest thing in
the world, while I pretended to be interested in my anatomy book.
“Yeah, here’s my response to that,” Kyle said.
Then the unimaginable happened. BRRRRUMPPPPP!!!!! Kyle let
out the loudest, most obnoxious sounding fart I had heard in a
while. It lasted for about 5 seconds, was full of bass, and
vibrated loudly against the wooden desk he was sitting in. It was
such a manly sounding fart. Suddenly a whiff of sweaty unclean
butthole wafted my way from Kyle’s direction. Chad laughed
hysterically.
“Good one,” he commented. “But not better than this.”
I looked out of the corner of my eye just in time to see
Chad lift his ass slightly off of his seat and fire a fart in my
direction. PHHHHRRRRTTTTT PHRRRTTT BLAT!!! A nice high-pitched
three-parter that ended with a short wet blast. It wasn’t long
before the smell of rotten eggs drifted my way. Chad cracked up at
his own fart, while Kyle waved his hand in front of his nose, waving
the stink away.
“Damn dude,” Kyle said. “What the f*** did you eat?”
“Well I had the taco salad today in the cafeteria,” he
replied. “So there should be much more where that came from.”
All this time, I just sat in between them, right in the
middle of the crossfire and fart talk. It was just like surround
sound. I suddenly noticed that my cock was starting to rise a
little in my pants.
“Try to match this,” Kyle said, then I heard him straining a
little, before another fart blasted out of his hot ass.
BRRRRRRrrrrrrUUUUuuuUUUUmp!!!
“Ahhhh,” he sighed with relief.
Not only was this one a lot longer and louder than the
first, but the smell was a lot shittier, like half-wiped asshole.
“Dude, you really need to learn to wipe your ass after you
take a shit,” Chad said, laughing his ass off.
“Maybe if I wasn’t in such a hurry to get to Ms. McCormick’s
detention, I would’ve,” Kyle responded.
By now, I had a full hard-on. I couldn’t believe these two
hot seniors were cutting smelly farts right in front of me and
talking about it like it was nothing.
“Hey, what are you reading?”
I looked up and noticed that Kyle was talking to me. Then I
looked down at the page I was on. Male anatomy. And there was a
big diagram of the male reproductive system on the page.
“I think he’s checking out some guy’s dick,” Chad chimed in.
“But I—” I started to explain.
“Are you a fag, boy?” Chad asked, sneering at me.
I opened my mouth to answer, but Kyle interrupted
“Do you know what we do to little fags like you?”
Kyle and Chad both exchanged mischievous glances. Then,
before I knew it, Kyle jumped out of his seat and was standing in
front of my desk, with his protruding bubble butt only mere inches
from my nose. All I could do was stare with amazement at
the “bootyful” sight before me. Then I felt Chad’s hand grab my
head from behind and as if in slow motion, I felt him push my face
towards Kyle’s inviting, farting jean-clad ass.

“Do you know what we do to little fags like you?”
Kyle and Chad both exchanged mischievous glances. Then, before I
knew it, Kyle jumped out of his seat and was standing in front of my
desk, with his protruding bubble butt only mere inches from my
nose. All I could do was stare with amazement at the “bootyful”
sight before me. Then I felt Chad’s hand grab my head from behind
and as if in slow motion, I felt him push my face towards Kyle’s
inviting jean-clad ass.
Suddenly my nose was pressed right into the seam of Kyle’s tight
jeans. The smell of his ass hit me right away. It was a perfect
balance of sweaty buttcrack, musk, and slightly dirty funky
asshole. I was pretty sure that my nose was directly on his hole
because the smell was pretty strong. I felt Kyle rubbing his butt
back and forth on my nose, grinding his hole on my nostrils, and
simultaneously felt my cock grow even harder. I was completely
loving it, but in order to hide my enjoyment from the two bullies, I
tried to pull away. But Chad wouldn’t allow it. He quickly shoved
my head back into his friend’s stinky butt, and I guess the sudden
pressure from the push caused Kyle’s butthole to react, and I was
instantly struck by another loud fart.
PPPPhhHHHhhRRuuUUuuuuUuuUMpPpPP PHHERRTT!!!!! A nice deep fart
followed by a high-pitched toot. As he farted, a long, strong gust
of hot wind blasted me right on the nose quickly followed by a
overpowering shitty smell mixed with sweat. The smell was
undeniably manly and a big turn on. I heard Kyle and Chad both
cracking up.
“Aw man, it stinks,” Chad commented between loud fits of
laughter. “You ever heard of toilet paper?”
“The bathroom was all out,” Kyle replied, nonchalantly.
PHHERRTTT PHERTTTT!!! This one was shorter and more high-
pitched, but the smell only got stinkier.
“So how does my ass smell, fag?” Kyle taunted.
Chad pulled my face out of his friend’s butt so I could respond.
“Pretty gross, can you stop now?” I asked, secretly hoping he’d
say no and continue.
“Hmmmm…” Kyle hesitated. “Sure.”
I felt my heart drop with disappointment, then he said, “I’ll let
Chad take over instead.”
Kyle and Chad did a quick switcharoo so I couldn’t escape the
wrath of their nasty gas. The next thing I knew, Chad had smashed
his butt onto my face and let out a loud stinky fart in my
face….uuUuUuuUUURrrRRrRRruuUUuuUmppPPP!!!!!!
“Ahhhhh,” he sighed with relief, rubbing is crack on my face.
A strong egg smell wafted up my nostrils and filled them up with
stink. Before I could recover from the strong smell, another one
blasted me in the face a second or so later. BRUUUUMP BRRRUUUUUUMP
BRUMP BRUMP!!!!! A nice four-parter…each one smellier and louder
than the last. The smell lingered in my nostrils for what seemed
like a lifetime. Then I felt myself being pushed out of my seat,
while I heard Kyle say, “I got one, I got one.”
As I fell to the floor, Kyle rolled me over on my back and I saw
him pulling his pants down. I got a glimpse of his tight white
briefs and wondered how they held his big bubblebutt so easily. I
noticed a pretty long medium-brown skidmark down the center. Then
before I knew it, he was sitting on my face in skidmarked, funky
briefs. The moment the soft cotton briefs touched my face, I felt a
long blast of hot air spread across my nose, as he let out an SBD
through the skidmark in his underwear. This one was the worst-
smelling one yet. Like pure unclean shitty butthole. Kyle lifted
up for a moment and I saw him pulling down his underwear. He
squatted back over my face, his raw naked slightly hairy asscrack
resting on my face with my nose pressed to his stinkin’ butthole.
His hole smelled very musky and dirty. Then he cut another series
of farts. BruuuUmp BruuUump BruUuUump PHERRTTT!!! Followed by
more hysterical laughter. I heard the guys slap palms, giving each
other high-fives.
“Smell that one, fartface,” Kyle demanded, menacingly.
“Ooh ooh, I got one,” Chad chimed in, excitedly.
Once again, they made a quick switch. Chad quickly pulled down
his pants and straddled my face in tight-fitting boxerbriefs. He,
too, had on unclean underwear, with a few light skids in the seat of
his boxerbriefs that I could see through the back. He squatted down
and let my nose enter into his ripe butthole. I heard him straining
really hard, and felt his butthole pushing out against my nose
really hard. Then after a few seconds of pushing…
PPPPPppPPPHReEERRRrTTTtttTT BLAT BLAAAATTTT SQUIRT-SQUIRT!!!
As the overwhelming eggy/shitty smell blasted my face, I noticed
that the cloth felt a bit moist on my nose. Then I felt Chad
quickly jump up and saw him pull up his pants really fast.
“Oh shit,” he said, buckling his jeans frantically. “I think I
let out a too much.”
Both guys cracked up, as Chad hurried out of the door and down
the hall toward the bathroom.
I just laid on the floor, completely blown away by the whole
experience.
“Hope you learned your lesson, shitface,” Kyle said,
sneering. “Now get back in your seat and pretend it never happened
before Ms.McCormick gets back. And if you say anything about it to
anybody, we’ll do it to you again, but this time we’ll invite the
whole baseball team.”
The thought of being farted on by the whole team made my cock
even harder, but I guess Kyle wasn’t paying too much attention. I
quickly got off of the floor and into my desk before he could notice
the throbbing boner in my pants. A few seconds later, Ms. McCormick
returned, carrying the copied worksheets. She suddenly stopped in
her tracks as she entered the room.
“What happened in here?” she asked, her face scrunched into a
disgusted expression. “Smells absolutely atrocious. One of you must
be responsible for this.”
Neither one of us spoke.
“That leaves me with no choice but to give BOTH of you another
day of detention,” she said. “And where is the other hoodlum? No
one leaves detention without permission. I will see ALL of you
again tomorrow.”
Kyle groaned loudly. I looked back down at my anatomy book and
smiled inside. I wondered if I would get more of Chad and Kyle’s
smelly fart treatment.

STAN: Is that really a question you have to ask?
STAN: If I can bench Wendy, I can bench Kyle.
KYLE: That might be a little inaccurate.
STAN: Dude, you weigh like, 90 pounds.
KYLE: Also inaccurate!

KYLE: I weigh more than that!
STAN: Uh huh.
KYLE: I do! You saw the scale, you asshole!
KYLE: Just try and lift me! I’m way heavier than you think.
STAN: I thought you hated when I picked you up?
KYLE: I do. Vehemently. But I’m trying to prove a point, here.
KYLE: Come on, pick me up.
STAN: Alright, if you say so.

KYLE: Watch. You won’t even be able to-
STAN: Hup!

KYLE: If you sing the fucking Lion King song, I will murder you.
STAN: As you wish, Simba.

Be My Frankenstein - Kyle Spencer X Reader - Part 2: Hold The Line

REQUEST:  Pleas do a part 2 to be my Frankenstein please need Kyle — sent by anonymous

IT IS DONE. HUZZAH. PS* TITLE IS A TOTO REFERENCE FOR KYLE CAUSE THEY ARE AMAZEBALLS.

PART 1


You brought Kyle back to the house and silently led him in your room. He hadn’t said anything on the drive over, for which you’d had to steal a car since your friends had left you at the morgue. He grunted a lot and looked pretty scared, but you had kept a hard grip on his hand and it seemed to calm him down. Madison and Zoe were waiting on your bed.

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Football: Kyle, 32

You leaned your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, watching the Saints football game at your house.
“I’m gonna grab something to drink, you want anything?” you asked.
“Just water,” Kyle replied, lifting his arm to let you stand up.
You went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water, watching him sit in concentration.
“Here,” you said, handing him the glass and cuddling up to him again. As the game drew closer to finishing, you both drifted off, quietly sleeping in each other’s arms.

You woke up at midnight, yawning and looking over to see Kyle still fast asleep. “Kyle, hey,” you said, nudging him to wake him up.
His eyes fluttered open after a few minutes of nudging. “Huh?”
“It’s getting late, maybe you should head home and-”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t go home.”
You grabbed his hand, “Kyle, why not?”
“My mom…she- it’s not important. Can I stay the night?”
You studied his features, especially how he choked up when he spoke of his mom. Despite dating for as long as you had, he never talked about his mom, and you never went to his house.
“Yeah, you can stay.” You stood up to grab a blanket, spreading it out over the two of you.
“(Y/N)?”
“Yeah?”
I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified. I’ve never really had clear cut knowledge of what love is, but I think feel it with you, and I-”
“I love you, too.” You kissed him softly and closed your eyes, pressing your head against his chest and falling asleep.

// requested by anon // I don’t know anything about football, but I think the Saints are the New Orleans team?

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requested by lukeybabe26


“Why are you so red?” Kyle asks you when you are back from your date.
“I… I don’t know.” You laugh nervously. 
“So, what now?” Kyle smiles and approaches slowly to you.
“Wha-What are you doing?” 
“I want to kiss you.” 
“Ki-Kiss me?”
Kyle lifts his eyebrows. 
“I… Sorry Kyle, I’m… Too shy.” You look at the ground. “I’ve…Never kissed anyone before.” Your face is all red. 
“I think it’s the right time to do it.” Kyle whispers and kisses you. 

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"Help me" (Kyle

It had been two days since he last received the text from Kyle. He’d been spending every minute of every day trying to find Kyle. After searching around the woods he sees a body in the distance and rushed over to it at top speed, only to see Kyle covered in blood in front of him. “Sheet Kyle!!” He screamed, falling to his knees beside the redhead. Quickly he checked the boys pulse, feeling it, but it was weak. “I need to get you to ze hospital.”

Carefully, he lifted Kyle up into his arms as he carried him out of the forest. “Don’t worry you’re safe now..” He whispered, looking at him.