Kitte (writes)
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Kitte's writing account (mostly COD)! | 28 | she/her | MDNI | pfp by @rowanartist.bsky.social #pricegaz #kittewrites
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Finally time to make a pinned post!

Hi, I'm Kitte and this is my COD/writing account. My writing can be found at #kittewrites

My tumblr: www.tumblr.com/narcissosbyt...
My Ao3: archiveofourown.org/users/Narcis...
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close call.

#JohnSoapMactavish #SimonGhostRiley #ghoap #soapghost
drawing of john “soap” mactavish and simon “ghost” riley, in full gear kneeling on the floor (their torsos are cropped by the canvas edge, but the resting on floor is implied with the way they’re slumped forward into one another). ghost has his classic skull mask on.

their foreheads are touching, soap has a hand wrapped around ghosts face. ghost has a hand resting on the arm that is holding his face. they are both covered in blood.

in the background there’s bright colors splotched behind the colored drawing of soap and ghost.

there’s a sketch to the right, of the two kissing. ghosts mask is removed, and he is barefaced in the sketch.
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tentacle squad assemble! 🐙
#kylegazgarrick #kinktober2025
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walk it off 🏃‍♂️ (1/2) #monster141
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THEY'RE EVERYTHING, let them cry a little, just a bit...
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"Fucking hell," Price groans and wipes his eyes.

"What, you're not going to say 'I love you' back?" Gaz teases him, and Price scoffs.

"I guess you've earned it," he says, and then leans in to whisper those three words in his ear.

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"I've got you," he mumbles against Price's lips, "if you need to cry, shout or scream. I'll be there for you, alright?"

Though everything within him is fighting against the notion, Price nods. He could never deny Gaz anything, be it his heart or his vulnerability.
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"I know you're embarrassed but when you have to cry, you cry, alright?"

Price bites his lip and Gaz's eyes flick to it. Price wants to kiss him, and so he does. Gaz hums in his mouth and cups the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.
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He finally meets Gaz's eyes and is immediately unravelled by the affection there, the forgiveness, the gentle edge of his gaze.

"I love you," Gaz says softly, and it almost makes Price cry again. What the hell is going on?
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"It's not," Gaz says firmly and kisses his forehead. He cups Price's cheek and tilts his head up so he meets Gaz's eyes. Price tries to look away but Gaz's hand is firm. "Look at me."

"Gaz…"

"Look. At. Me." An order if Price has ever heard one.
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"Fucking embarrassing," Price grumbles, but Gaz won't have it.

"And if I was the one crying now?"

"It's different—"
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"I'm sorry," he says again, unable to look Gaz in the eye. "I don't know what the fuck that was."

"Hey," Gaz says, wiping away his tears, "there's nothing to apologise for. As long as you're not hurt, I don't give a shit."
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And perhaps Gaz is onto something, because soon his sobs calm down to tiny hiccups, tears still flowing freely but not wrecking him anymore. He finally uncovers his face, sniffling pathetically.
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Like this? He's useless. He's let Gaz down. He's finally cracked.

"I'm sorry," he says between sobs, and Gaz shakes his head.

"Don't apologise," he says, his tone so gentle. "You're alright."
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Price is so ashamed. He doesn't know what's going on, what brought this on, and he feels so pathetic and weak. He's always been the strong one, the one to support his boys, to be the rock for his team and make sure that Gaz can always depend on him.
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And that's all it takes for Price to completely fall apart.

He cries against Gaz, Gaz running his fingers through his hair and pressing kisses on his forehead, murmuring sweet words that do nothing to stop the tears, almost making it worse with his understanding.
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He feels Gaz shift and then he's being gathered in Gaz's arms, and to his humiliation it just makes him cry harder, tears soaking his hands and sobs escaping from his chest.

"That's it," Gaz presses a kiss on the top of his head, "let it out."
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"Did I hurt you?" Gaz asks, and Price shakes his head. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fucking sure," Price snaps, "this is nothing, I'm probably just, fuck—" He interrupts himself as his composure crumbles, and he immediately hides his face in his hands. "Fuck."
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He presses a kiss on Price's shoulder, and that's when the first sob wracks through Price's body.

"No," Price whimpers, "no, no, no, this can't be fucking happening."

Gaz baulks as if scalded, and Price feels even more humiliated – he doesn't want to chase Gaz away with his bullshit.
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"Price," Gaz calls his name, and his tone is so soft it rends Price in two, and slowly, like approaching an injured animal, he climbs back into bed and lies down next to Price. "What's going on?"
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"What—?" he bats his lashes as if to chase the tears away, but they don't stop. "What the fuck?" Shame floods him instantly – what the fuck is going on? Why is he crying? In front of *Gaz*? And it just won't stop, his tears welling up even more.