#controlling!gaz

why yes we can🩶

no warnings again!

Part 1

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You’d spent the whole day getting your place ready because Kyle told you the guys were coming over that night. You vacuumed and mopped, cleaned the windows, every single room, all of it. It’s not like Kyle specifically told you to do that, you just got carried away.

He comes home early to get the beers in the fridge and gives you a sideways glance when you step out of the room in the loungewear you’d been in all day. “You’re gonna change right? We have company coming over, maybe you wanna wear that one outfit you’ve been saving.”

“Well- that was reserved for a date night, I don’t wanna waste it at home.”

“Isn’t a waste if people are gonna see it, darling.” He responds, turning and pushing you back into the room. “Go on, then. Make yourself decent.”

You get changed into the repurposed date night outfit and come back just as Kyle’s opening the door to let everyone in. You wait at the end of the hall, just waving at them as they see you. Kyle looks back at you and nods, giving you the ‘ok’ to talk.

“It’s so nice to see you all again, how’ve you been?” You jump right into it, hesitating for a moment before accepting hugs from Price and Soap, and a weird pat from Ghost. It doesn’t go unnoticed, the way you stop and glance at Kyle beforehand.

Everyone gathers on or around the couch, you naturally and Kyle’s lap and joining the conversation every once in a while. Then Kyle gets up to use the restroom and the others instantly lean in, looking at you intently.

“Y’alright? The way Garrick is, he’s not-“

“Sweetheart ya know you can talk to us, right?”

“Aye, we’re here fer ye, lass.”

You blink, thrown off by the sudden questioning and overlapping chatter from them. They looked genuinely concerned for you, and slowly things began to sink in. Apparently Kyle was known to be the sweetest person on base, even to strangers so why was he so controlling over you? You don’t answer them right away, eyes narrowing just barely. “Guys, wh-“

“What are you all talking about?” Kyle interrupts, sitting down and pulling you back into his lap with a kiss.

“Oh nothing, they were just asking about where we got the beer,” you cover it up quickly, giving him a little smile before looking at the others again.

The rest of the night, you were fairly silent. Mind torn between the way you thought Kyle just was and the way his team violently disputed that. He wasn’t a bad person, never hurt you, but he just had to be in charge and to you it just felt normal. You didn’t really have to make big decisions which was nice but also you couldn’t even decide what you were going to wear or do without his say so.

The time comes for them to leave and you don’t hesitate with the hugs this time, quietly thanking them as you give them each an extra squeeze before letting go. You shut the door and look at Kyle who was beginning to clean up.

“They’re real sweet, all of them.”

“Yeah? Even Riley?” Kyle snickers, bottles clinking in his hand. “He’s kind of standoff-ish.”

“I didn’t think so. Quite sure, but sweet. Caring.”

Kyle stops and looks at you weird. “Caring. Yeah, if you wanna put it like that. Well why don’t we finish cleaning up tomorrow? I’m tired, I know you are too.” He kisses you again and ushers you to the room, meanwhile you’re already thinking up a plan to talk to the others again and figure out why the hell he was such a control freak.

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

cw: manipulation and honestly he’s a real jerk in this one

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It took you an entire week to build up the courage to respond to Kyle’s text. You weren’t sure what to say, his two worded message wasn’t much to work with. But finally you do respond, asking if you could talk that evening and he immediately texted back yes.

You tell the others your plans so they were aware and you go back home for the first time in months. It felt weird unlocking the door and walking inside, it didn’t even feel like home anymore. You walk further inside and hear Kyle shuffling about the bedroom.

“Kyle? I’m here,” you call out and take a couple steps toward the hall when suddenly he’s rushing out and pulling you into a crushing embrace. You grunt and freeze up before slowly hugging him back. After a few moments he pulls back, cupping your face and looking at you like you were the only thing in the world.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as his thumb rubs against your cheek gently. “I’m so fuckin sorry, I messed up bad didn’t I? Walked out on you, didn’t care enough to respond to anything.”

He shakes his head and keeps rubbing you almost to the point where it’s more of a rough pet. “I love you. You know that, right?”

You stand there quietly, unwavering stare as he keeps petting your hair and cheek as if that would undo the last three months and everything leading up to it. “Why did you do any of it?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to protect you. It’s the only thing I had a proper say in, keepin you safe. Just needed you to listen for it to be that way.”

“You could have just talked to me about it.”

“I know, I know.” Kyle sighs and goes in to kiss you now, his lips pressing against yours and you instinctively return it. He runs his hands through your hair and keeps kissing you, getting more eager as he turned and held you against the wall. You didn’t even realize he was trying to distract you until his hand was under your shirt. You put your hands on his chest and push him back a little, shaking your head.

“You’re not avoiding this, we need to talk. Seriously, Kyle.” You try to fake the bravery but with the way your voice was trembling, it was a poor attempt. “If you can’t stop yourself from controlling me and resisting change, we can’t be together. I mean it.”

Kyle’s mask drops and he just huffs out a pissed off laugh. His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek and he nods, giving you the most disgusted glare. “You been fucking them? Is that why you’re suddenly bein like this? What have they been tellin you, huh?”

“Excuse me?” Your heart drops at the accusations thrown at you and you wanted to cry but also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “No, I haven’t been fucking anyone. I want things to work because I miss you and I love you but if-“

“And I love you, I already told you that.” He interrupts you, suddenly going back to that sweet voice from before. “Come on, I don’t wanna argue anymore darling. Just come back home, I’ll let you do whatever you want.” Kyle steps closer and holds your face in his hands again, the stark difference in behavior making your head spin.

“This…this was a mistake,” you free yourself from his grasp and just beeline right for the door, trying to ignore his pleading and demeaning comments as he followed close.

“Was it Price? He the one fucking you and tellin you this shit about me? Or maybe it’s all of em, I should have known not to introduce you to anyone. Kept you locked away and hidden.”

Thankfully he didn’t stop you from leaving and you’re shaking the whole drive back to Simon’s. The moment you walk in and see the three of them waiting for you, you start bawling. You hide your face in your hands, blubbering as you try to get the words out about what happened and what he said to you. The accusation of you sleeping with any of them disgusted them just as much as it did you.

Soap went to grab the comfort snacks he brought in case something like this happened while Price and Simon sat you down on the couch to help you calm down.

“I just don’t know why he would ever say any of that. Or fuck, how he could be so…so…” you trail off, unable to even think of how to begin describing him. The man you thought you knew, the one everyone thought they knew had turned out to be completely different in the absolute worst way imaginable and it was too hard to process. “You know.”

“I’m sorry, kid.” Price rubs your back and Soap comes back with the snacks for you. Simon was fumbling with the remote trying to figure out how to work the new tv, eventually just giving up and handing it to you which actually did help you forget about Kyle for a moment while you got it sorted.

Silence fills the space for a few minutes as the four of you stare at the screen. Then you suddenly get hit with a wave of anger at Kyle. You get up and stomp to the room, muttering under your breath about how ridiculous it was. The guys watch you disappear into the hall then suddenly you pop out again.

“You know what? Fuck him. Yeah, fuck…fuck him. I can…” you pause, wondering where you were going with this. “Soap, wanna start looking at those two bedrooms you were talking about? I may as well move in with one of you.”

It was an easy transition, given that you had already lived with him. The only hard thing was that Soap forced you to go get a job because he wasn’t gonna let you fall back into your “unofficial obedient housewife” role. But you found one you liked and told him stories about your days and it was probably the happiest you’d been in a long time.

For the team though, things were a bit hostile with Kyle. They completely stopped trying to talk to him and Price was working to get him replaced with someone else, some guy called Roach if you remembered correctly. Price also told you Kyle’s schedule so you were able to get the rest of your things out and into the apartment with Soap.