#kyle spencer angst

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Evan Peters Masterlist

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Characters I Write For:

AHS

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

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My Favs

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time It's Personal

Sick

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* signifies smut

The Evans

Evans + PDA

Evans as Nicole Dollanganger Songs

Heights of the Evans

Evans x Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Evans + Gas Station Orders

Evans + Internet HCs

Evans as Ethel Cain Songs

Tate Langdon

Tate HCs 1

Tate HCs 2

Love Languages

Tate x ADHD!Reader

Road Trip HCs

Beach Day

Tate Gets Jealous

Tate HCs Pt 3

Tate x Cooking

Tate x Romance

Picnic + Running Away

Fluff Alphabet

Coldstone

Tate x Transmasc!Reader

Tate x Plus Size!Reader

Kit Walker

Anything and Everything

Love Languages

Kyle Spencer

Halloween

Frat Boy Kyle

Frat Boy Kyle Again

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time Its Personal

Frat Boy Kyle 4: The Squeakquel

Frat Boy Kyle 5: This Time They Fight and its Stupid

Frat Boy Kyle 6: They Break Up?!?!

James March

Sick

Love Languages 

Kai Anderson

Love Languages 

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𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣!!! 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 + 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 + 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 + 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙔/𝙉, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 + 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 / 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 / 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩!! 𝙄 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 + 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙭. 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧.

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Or OR make it Kyle and he has a big crush on u and one of his frat guys starts flirting with u at a party and he’s like wtf bro code and gets jealous and then u see him being all sad outside by himself and u talk to him and he confesses that he likes u and he kisses u

Wipe My Tears (Kyle Spencer x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Kyle was so infatuated with you. Everything you did, he loved. When one of his “friends” kisses you, he takes care of you. He made sure you knew he loved you still.

CW: Brief mentions of incest/sexual abuse. A brief non consensual groping and kissing scene. Panic attack.

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @preselelle @evanpetersfav @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed @shjjpm @meganxfox @iruzias

Word count: 2392

Images/GIFS are not mine.

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” Kyle’s mouth shuts as he looks up at his frat brother. “Sorry…” he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I just really think she’s so…I don’t know.” His frat brother rolls his eyes and nods. “We know, she’s all you talk about.” Kyle’s face flushed pink in embarrassment. He didn’t want to admit it but you were all he thought about. When he ate breakfast, he would remember that your favorite food in the morning was bacon and eggs. When he brushed his teeth, he would remember that you owned a blue electric toothbrush. When he watches his favorite show, he would remember that your favorite show was You. His mind was so occupied with you and his studies that he would often get massive headaches right before bed. Right now, his friend that was just there had left to go out with his girl. He was jealous of couples but he never wanted to admit that. Kyle didn’t like the feeling of jealousy because it made him feel like he was his mother. He didn’t even want to think about her at all because if he did, he would spend so long trying to figure out a way to stop her advances on him. Kyle loved his mom but it was too much for him to handle. Shaking his head from those thoughts, he looks at his phone. There was a message from you. He smiles widely as he read it.

Y/N at 4:22 PM

hey ky :) are u busy rn?

Kyle was debating whether he should study or not but with the text you sent him, he decided not to. He replied with a no and waited for you to text him back. It was pretty fast as usual.

Y/N at 4:27 PM

let’s go to that new café they just opened!!! i heard it’s good!!

He thought for a moment.

KyKy at 4:28 PM

Meet me there or do I pick you up?

His leg bounced a bit as he read.

Y/N at 4:50 PM

pick me up :) ur car is nicer than mine

And with that, he got his keys and headed out to his car. Soon arriving at your parents house, he watches you wave. “Hey Ky! I missed you!” You say, getting in. “It’s only been a week.” He says and smiles as you hug him. Your hair smelled so pretty, whatever perfume you had made his head feel funny. You two update each other on anything new as he drives to the café. “I never liked her. She was too touchy.” He comments as you tell him about a friend you had recently dropped. Sighing, you nod. “I know…especially since she liked you.” You watch his face scrunch up in disgust. “God no. She’s not my type, I don’t like girls that have no boundaries.” Kyle taps on the steering wheel as he spoke. “Plus, I already like someone else…” he knew he was risking it by saying that. Your eyes widen and you turn to face him. “What? Kyle, why have you not told me anything? Who is she? Do I know her?” Your questions spit out like rapid fire. He chuckles a bit and shakes his head. “You would be surprised. I’m not telling you though.” He says and pulls into a parking spot. You whine and act like a child so that he would give in but this time, he didn’t. “Knowing you, you’ll probably figure it out anyways.”

Now what Kyle didn’t know is that you already knew it was you and that you had always been head over heels for him. Was he going to figure it out? As smart as Kyle is, no. The boy was oblivious to any remark you made about him that had a slight flirtatious tone to it. Sometimes it made you angry that he didn’t notice. Like right now, he was ordering for you and him but he doesn’t even say anything or react when you hold his arm. “Can we get those muffins? The chocolate ones…” you say shyly, pointing them out. Without leaving time for you to even blink, he orders them too. Kyle pays as he usually does and leads you to one of the small tables for two. “Here’s yours.” He says as he hands you your muffin. Nodding in thanks your hands find his, stopping him from opening his own. “Let’s wait till the drinks are done. If they’re ass them we have a little back up.” You joke, making him smile. His dimples creasing into his skin all the while making your head spin. “Also, I figured out who she is.” You say, pulling your hands away just as you feel them start to sweat from nervousness. You watch as Kyle’s face and demeanor turn a bit serious and guarded. “Did you know? Enlighten me.” On the inside, he was freaking out but all his face was showing was skepticism. Just then, his name is called to get the drinks. Sighing and telling you to “hold on”, he walks over.

Your mind was racing as you thought about what to say. Do you say “it’s me” or do you say some other chicks name. Kyle comes back with the drinks and sets them down, not giving you enough time to fully think. “It’s me.” You blurt out, both of you staying motionless. Kyle clears his throat and finally takes a sip of his drink. The taste blooms over his tongue, making him blink a few times. Another minute passes by filled with silence from you two but also the sound of others talking and drinks being made. “Yeah it is.” He admits, looking everywhere but at you. You smile widely and let out a giggle. “Really? I guessed right?” You ask, sipping on your own drink. Kyle nods but stays silent, taking a piece of his muffin and popping it into his mouth. You call out his name and he finally looks up. “Why did it take you this long to tell me. I’ve been waiting for you this whole time.” You say and lean in, kissing his cheek. For a moment, he short circuits and looks at you in bewilderment. “W-what? You mean…wait you mean you knew this whole time?” He watches you nod and giggle more. “And you like me..?” Kyle’s face breaks into a glorious smile and takes your hands in his. “Yeah…since forever. But I also knew because your friends ratted you out two weeks ago. To my understanding, you’ve liked me for years.” Kyle laughs a little and nods. “Of course they did…it’s true though. I remember in 10th grade I realized how much I wanted to kiss you. It was first period and that day you had done a bun and had a few butterfly clips in it. I’ll never forget.” He says and watches you blush as he spoke. “My drink is really good by the way, wanna try?” He asks and pushes his drink to you. You laugh at the way he changed the changed the subject but sipped anyways. “That really is good.” You say and smile at him.

Ditching the café, you two head to the park that was not far from there. The whole time Kyle was listening to you talk about anything and everything. Walking around the park, you two stopped and just stared at each other. “You’re so pretty.” He says and caresses your cheek, making you lean into his touch. “Yeah? You too.” You mumble and cup his cheeks, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss on his soft lips. Kyle smiles at the compliment and this time kisses you fully, making sure you felt everything he was feeling. The kiss made you feel like you were floating in a soft and sweet smelling cloud. Pulling away, he gently kisses your forehead. “David is throwing a party tonight…wanna come with me, baby?” The petname slips out but it felt normal to you both. “Yeah, I’ll go. I’ll stay sober though because you know I don’t really care for frat parties.” You giggle and feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “Yeah, I know.” He mumbles onto your shoulder. Soon it was time for you both to head home and get ready so he drops you off and drives home. He was absolutely ecstatic about how well things went today. He showers and changes, doing his hair as he normally would. After driving back to your place and going to the party, he stays close to you. He texts you when he’s in front of your house, excited to see you. Kyle stands at your door and smiles when you open it. “Gorgeous…look at my gorgeous girl.” He says and kisses your cheek. Blushing and shaking your head, you hug him. “You look handsome, yourself. Smell good too.” You giggle and get the car with him.

At the party, you two head over to your friend group. “Hey Kyle! I haven’t seen you in a minute!” Jason, a mutual childhood friend, pats him on the back. “Hey man, I know. I’ve been too busy.” He laughs and they get to talking. You went to go get you and him drinks, heading over to the kitchen. “Damn, baby…” you hear a familiar voice say. Turning to face one of Kyle’s friend, you wave a little. “Oh hey, Matt…where’s Norma?” You ask while choosing to ignore the way he ate your body up with his eyes. You knew how Matt was and you also knew Kyle was stupid to still be friends with him. “Who? Yeah, I don’t recall whoever that is.” Matt walks closer to you, you could smell the alcohol in his breath. “Anyways, you look hot. I don’t think Kyle would mind if I just took a little bite…” he mumbles and leans into you, trying to kiss you. Pushing him away, you shake your head. “Don’t do that. No wonder Norma left you.” You say and grab your cups, starting to walk away before he grabs your arm. “Oh cmon, don’t be like that sweetheart.” Matt says and tries to kiss you again. Before you could turn you head, he does so. Your eyes widen as you feel his hands grip your waist and ass, hearing him groan into the kiss. Your body was frozen, not knowing what to do. Calling Kyle in your mind was all you could think of. You wanted him to save you from these advances. Tears fill your eyes and Matt pulls away, smiling at you. “Oh what? You didn’t like my kiss? I know you did actually, you’re just like the rest of them.” He smacks your ass before walking away, smirking.

You unfroze as you watch him walk away, crying more but staying silent. Practically running, you burst out the front door, breathing hard in panic. All you were saying was Kyle’s name, looking around frantically for his car. “Y/n! Hey why did you- Y/n? Hey, what’s wrong?” You could barely hear what he was saying, your eyes unfocused as he held your face. “I’m here. See? I’m right here, just breath slower for me okay?” His voice slowly filters through your brain and you start to finally calm down, still crying. Kyle just holds you, telling you that he was with you and that he loved you so much. He didn’t know what was wrong but regardless, he wanted you to know that he was there. Through your broken sentences, he gathers what had happened. Kyle’s heart broke, understanding now why you were sobbing in his arms. He decides that you needed him more than that bastard needed his ass beat, taking you to the car. “Let’s go home baby. Your house okay? You’re okay, I’m right here…” he says in a quiet voice, helping you in. Kyle holds your hand as he drives, caressing it as you stop crying. The ride was silent, you just staring out the window while in your own head.

Kyle walks you to your bedroom and stands outside, waiting for you to change. “Kyle..?” You say and pull him inside your room, not wanting to be alone again. “Are you sure? I’ll turn around.” He says and does so, feeling you wrap your arms around him. “No…just help.” You mumble and close your eyes, feeling his gentle hands undress you. Kyle wraps a blanket around you before getting some pajamas for you. Dressing you, he gently kisses your forehead. “Better? Let’s take off the makeup okay?” He says and gently wipes your fresh tears away. Kyle helped you take off your makeup with minimal guidance, then laying you down. He changes his clothes too and lays with you. He always had some extra clothes here just in case, just like when you were little. “I’m sorry…” you mumble into his chest, silently crying again. “Hey, no. This was not your fault…none of this was.” He says and looks into your tear filled eyes. “I don’t care what about happened because I know that you wouldn’t do that to me. Just like how I wouldn’t do that to you. From now on, you’re not going to see that asshole, okay? I’ll make sure of it.” His fingers wipe your tears again before kissing your face all over. “I love you. I know it’s so soon but I really do.” He says, holding you impossibly closer.

His heart ached as you silently nod. “Love you too…” you whisper, sniffing as you finally relax. Though upset, he didn’t let you know how much it hurt to see you like this. “Let’s sleep okay? I’ll skip school tomorrow.” He says and feels you sit up in panic. “Kyle no, you need to study and stuff. This is just me being stupid.” You spoke fast, breathing hard again before feeling his hands being you back down to him. “No baby, I’m staying.” Kyle smiles softly at you and gently caresses your skin. “I want to stay with you.” His voice was now quiet and soft. “Just sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Watching you nod, he smiles more. The blankets felt more soft than usual to you, making you fall asleep quickly. “I’ll always be here to wipe your tears…even when I have my own.” Kyle says quietly as he watches you sleep.

Authors Note: i did change the plot up just a bit because everyone knows how i like to write sad and fluffy stuff. i hope you guys liked it!!

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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!

warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.

summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.

character count: 11k.

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“I'm not going.” You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.

“But everyone is going…you can't miss it.” Kyle replied with his soft voice.

“I've never gone to any of those parties…why do you want me to go to this one so badly?” You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.

“Because it's the end of the semester…something to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.” He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.

“No, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.” You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.

“I'm a frat boy.” He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.

“Yea- but you're…different.” You sighed.

It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one could’ve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.

“Listen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behaved…but trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They won’t act crazy, I promise.” His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Brennan’s hosting the party in his summer mansion…it’s next to the beach- it’s so cool, I swear. I-I’ll take you there! I can pick you up and take you home…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please?” He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.

You sighed, you didn’t wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.

“Fine.”

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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the “big night” Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didn’t wanna go- but you couldn’t be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.

While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didn’t like the dress or how it looked on you?

Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.

“Woah…you look beautiful. Seriously…you’re stunning.” He said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.

“Thank you…” You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.

“Shall we get going?” You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.

The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didn’t know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldn’t consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldn’t even remember the names of-that obviously didn’t care much about getting to know you, since they even could’ve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didn’t catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone

“I-I’ll be right back! Chat with the girls, they’re fun!”

Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didn’t show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didn’t take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing “Rosanna” by Toto.

“Meetcha all the way! Nananaaaaah…” He “singed” while laughing with his mates.

You were conflicted on what to do now. You didn’t want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being so…empty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.

“Here you are! I searched for you everywhere!” He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.

“I thought I left you a message?” You tilted your head.

“Oh… Sorry. I can’t find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!” He replied with a giant boyish smile.

“I like it better here. It’s boring inside.” You turned your face to look at the sea again.

“What? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Kyle, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not popular like you. The people inside couldn’t care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.”

He looked at you confused.

“Aw, c’mon…don’t be like this. They’re nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.” You didn’t know why those words started a fire in you.

“They’re not my friends, Kyle. I can’t stand those people, I don’t get along with them. And trust me, I’ve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. You’re easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuck’s sake. It’s easy for you to say those things.”

He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.

“…why didn’t you just tell me?” He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.

“And be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.” You crossed your arms.

He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.

“You’re not a bummer to me…a-and I’m sorry about that… I shouldn’t have left you alone. Sorry.”

You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I- that’s the last thing I’d ever want. You know I care about you… I can’t stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?”

You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.

“Was that okay?” You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“I-I’m sorry…please keep going…” He said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like that? It’s okay if you don’t want to…” You gave him a comprehensive look.

“No! I like that… I swear. Just…bad memories.”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“No, I just wanna feel good now.”

You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.

“G-god…don’t stop…”

You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.

“I…wanna do it. Is that okay?”

You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.

“This okay?” He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.

“Can I start moving?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.

“I love you…” He mumbled.

After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.

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a/n: I love Kyle he's so babygirllll. also look at the cute picture i found on pinterest (the one under the title) that boy looks so much like kyle. got me screaming when I saw it. Anywaysssssss. I might post a part 2 of this with frankenkyle, but I gotta finish Peter fics first (spoiler). Let me know if you like it💕💕

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[vintage-marina]

"I know what you did."

summary: you found out what he's done

f!reader, but it isn't really specified

angst

TW: SA, school shooting basically everything what Tate did, fighting, screaming

words: 1103

@dreamsweetener

"He," pausing for a second you looked at Violet with a haunted expression. "He did what?"

With sad eyes Violet looked at you, the two of you standing in the guest room. Her foot was constantly tapping on the ground, her hands clammy. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Y/N."

She took a step forwards, she noticed the silent tears on your cheeks. Blewing out the air of your lungs you tried to calm yourself, a small sob left your body and before Violet could prepare herself you threw yourself in her arms.

"I should've told you earlier," she mumbled. Her chin was leaning on your shoulder, both you and Violet were holding eachother for 'dear life'.

"It's not your fault." reassuring her you stared blankly at the wooden closet. "I'm glad you told me although it's a bit late."

The both of you fell still, knowing that in the silence the both of you still held eachother dearly. The gears in your brain started working, with each passing second you became more and more angry at Tate.

"I think I have to talk to him, Vi." Slowly you let go of her, unclasping your hands from her vest.

"What are you going to say to him?"

"I," you wiped a few tears away. "Don't know."

"Don't do anything stupid, okay? Pinky promise me."

"I promise," the both of you hold out your pinkies and clasped them together.

Taking some deep breaths you left the room, anger following in your trails. Your heavy footsteps echoed through the house while your breathing was ragged.

You had to find him.

With an agressive swing you opened the door, to his old bedroom (that was now yours). The room was clattered with your clothing and make-up, your walls decorated with pictures and posters, but the room was empty. Letting out a huff of frustration, you slammed the door shut.

Realisation dawned on you that he probably knew what Violet had said, he must have hid himself. A few curse words left your lips and you pulled your hand over your face in frustration.

What the hell, Tate.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You have to be calm if you want to confront him, why did he have to shatter your heart like that? Slowly you opened your bedroomdoor again and stepped in your room, when you closed it you let your head hung on the door. A deep sigh escaped your lips and a soft sob followed through.

A deep sadness clung in your chest.

You slid down on the ground, your mascara was smeared on your cheeks and with shaky hands you tried to wipe the tears away. For a long, long time you sat like this.

Zoned out, you stared ahead of you.

Headache already forming.

"Tate?" You called out with a hoarse voice. "Please I-we need to talk."

Ignoring your call, Tate tugged at his hair while he mumbled inchorent things. Tears streamed on his cheeks and he sunk on his knees, you were going to leave him.

"Tate!" He heard you crying out, his dead heart shattered at the voice cracks. Why did Violet said something? At the thought of her name, a few more tears fell down.

Buring your head in your hands, your shoulders shook.

Was Vivien in pain during the act?

What did Tate say to his victims?

Were they in pain when they were murdered?

Is he going to hurt you too?

You were getting scared of him.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N," was all that you heard. You looked at him with tears in your eyes, his hair was all over the place and his eyes bright red from his cries. His hand tried to reach out for you and he walked towards you, trying to pull himself in your embrace.

His way to calm himself.

"Stay back," you said with all the strength you could muster. You couldn't trust him anymore. "What?" His face was full of disbelief, more tears brimmed up at the edge of his brown eyes. "Why?" Voice small he stared at the ground, watching his teardrops fell on the wooden floor. What he thought to himself was true, you didn't want him anymore.

Quickly you scrambled up, your arms clung protectively against your midriff. "Why?" you said slowly almost in disbelief. "Why Tate?"

He nodded and a small "yeah" escaped his lips.

"I don't," you took a deep breath and wiped with your hand your tears away. "I know what you did."

"I didn't mean to!" He screamed in desperation, waving his hands erratically. "You have to trust me, Y/N!"

"But I don't Tate! I don't!" you screamed back at him, with half swollen eyes you looked mistrustful at him. "You-you probably don't even regret it," a coldness was in your eyes.

Locking his brown eyes with the cold eyes of yours, he got goosebumps. Anger and panick flowed in his veins and in one swift motion he held your wrist, "That's not true."

You held your mouth firmly, seeing the stormy haze in his eyes you shrunk away. Violet hopefully was nearby, incase things went south. The storm was getting darker and darker and in frustration he screamed: "That not true! You know that's not who I am!"

Tears were still flowing on his cheeks and he shook at you, while his grip was getting stronger and stronger. Flinching you tried pulling your wrist out of his hand, "Let me go Tate," you mumbled voice barely a whisper.

But he didn't, he didn't let you go.

A grunt of pain escaped your mouth and your lungs went wheezing after the impact your back had on the wall. His hands were now on your shoulders and he sobbed in despair that he did regret it and that you shouldn't leave him.

Your head was trobbing and you whispered tearfully: "I don't know you anymore, Tate."

Brown eyes widening, he realised something that you didn't know. He knew you were afraid of him, "You know," his voice cracking slightly while his trembling hand cupped your cheek. Noticing the hitch in your breath, he saw you were trembling too. "I would never hurt you, ever."

You fluttered your eyes, closing only for a moment. Shaking off his hand of your cheek you embraced him while your heart was thundering in your ears. The blond boy melted in your arms and before he could pull you even tighter you whispered at the shell of his ear: "You just did."

"What?" He said again, he began sniffling. "When?"

You shook your head and your hand grapsed the doorknob, "You don't even realise it."

He watched in defeat when you walked out of the door, he didn't follow you. When he saw you leaving the ground out of the window, he curled himself up in a ball and cried in frustration.

[hatelangdon]

I got you, baby.

Pt 1 / 1094 words.

(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)

Angst, Hurt/ No comfort turns into Fluff and Hurt/comfort

(🚨Warnings: ABUSIVE language from a partner, physical ABUSE from a partner, crying, verbal stutters, anxiety attack? Maybe?🚨)

Summary: Zoe left, it was all too much for her. Kyle has made himself physically ill from the heartbreak he feels, and Madison isn't necessarily the best caregiver and someone needs to show him some kindness.

(A/N: I love my sweet angel baby, he deserves only the best. IM SO SORRY IF THIS BREAKS YOUR HEART IT BROKE MINE WRITING IT Also, this is not proofread i'm sorry but Kim, there's people that are dying.)

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It had been a week since Zoe's departure from the coven, it was all too much. Taking care of Kyle, Madison's constant harassment, and the pressures of training her powers had drowned her spirit. She had managed to make it out of Kyle's grip in the middle of the night and sneak out.

The only thing that she left was a goodbye note telling Kyle that she loved him but ultimately she chose herself. 

Nights were always the hardest you could hear Kyle crying throughout the walls of the mansion.

 Zoe had basically left him high and dry and in the hands of Madison, who’s attempts to comfort him weren't the greatest. Her patience was thin and if Kyle wasn't calming down fast enough for her she would often become very cruel towards him.

The other girls tried to help him stay sane during the day, Queenie would often read to him, and misty would play Fleetwood Mac and invite him to dance, in attempts to lift his spirits.

You wanted to do more but you had only joined the coven about a month ago so you didn't really know Kyle well enough to extend more than a passing smile if he was near. 

It would work for the most part, he felt better as long as he was distracted.

But once nighttime rolled around and he had no Zoe to hold onto that's when everything would change. It had gotten so bad that Cordelia often had to create botanic concoctions from the greenhouse and have him drink it as a sedative so the poor baby could get some sleep, instead of keeping himself awake from sobbing from heartache. 

It was Wednesday, 8 PM that's usually when the trouble started

“Zoe…Zoe...” you could hear Kyle sobbing but his voice was more hoarse than usual

“she's not here you idiot! I keep telling you this! she left you, she didn't want you, she doesn’t love you like I do!,” Madison barked back

which only made Kyles cries louder, he hated when she spoke to him like that.

“I am so sick of this!”

There was suddenly a loud thump on the wall and you heard Kyle scream which caused you to get out of bed and see what was going on.

Madison had thrown him back onto the wall where she was repeatedly kicking him and yelling.

” I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT WHO CARES ABOUT YOU! STOP CALLING FOR HER, SHE'S NOT COMING BACK YOU ONLY HAVE ME!”

It's only made Kyle cry harder as he shielded his face from her relentless attacks, he was much stronger than her and more than capable of throwing her across the room if he wanted, but he couldn't seem to get up.

“Kyle sorry! Kyle Sorry!” He choked out repeatedly but Madison was not letting up.

She suddenly stopped, stooping down and grabbing his face making him look up at her.

“you wonder why Zoe left," she scoffed "look at how needy and ungrateful you are, I'm trying to help you and all you can think about is her.”

Your heart broke at the sight, and without even thinking you had thrown Madison across the room with a flick of your wrist. You didn’t even know you had the power, but it came to you with ease in that moment. You marched over to Madison where you had thrown her, even though Kyle was in distress you needed to set her straight first and give him time.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?” She sat up to look at you, rubbing her head

“have you lost yours?” Your tone was so calm it was almost sinister, you stare down at her your eyes piercing she suddenly started to cough it felt like someone was gripping her throat, you were doing it, with your mind. “Now, Madison I'm going to keep this very short and simple for you,” you tilted your head

“you can choose to leave the house or I can crush your windpipe, and have you die a second time." You smiled "hold up your fingers, option one or two?”

Madison, lips blue held up her index finger and you released your grip from her neck.

“I never wanna see anything like that again.” your glare intensified and you turned around to check on Kyle.

"stupid bitch"  Madison stood up, of course she tried to lunge at you but you're smarter than that, all it took was a slight raise of your hand and she was frozen mid air, you decided to keep her that way.

Kyle had balled himself into the corner, he was absolutely inconsolable, hitting his head with his hands as he sobbed

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” he repeated over and over again as his face only got redder and redder.

Your already broken heart had torn clean in half at the sight. You got down to his level 

“Kyle no, no no no no no” you whispered, grabbing his hands to stop him from bashing his own head

“Hey buddy, it’s y/n. You’re safe, just calm down for me." You tried to rub his back to comfort him, but you were suddenly surprised by his arms wrapping around you completely, as he sobbed into your shoulder, shaking.

“I'm sorry she did this to you, I got you. I got you." You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, trying to soothe him as he hid himself away in the crook of your neck, you could feel his muscles become less tense as you held him. He felt so warm, and his eyes were rimmed red and puffy, he obviously wasn't feeling very well.

"Let's get you into bed honey, you're exhausted." you rocked him back and forth, his cries had calmed down but his hold on you had not eased. You were very careful to lift him with your own body, you felt him tense back up as he realized Madison was still in the room although she was frozen his knees buckled, if you hadn't been holding him up he would've fell back down.

"...We'll put you in my bed tonight, is that okay?" you held his cheek in the palm of your hand while his big brown eyes met yours.

He nodded

"Y-y-y/n g-good." he pressed his forehead to yours.

you blinked a couple times, and nodded,

"I am good, I'm going to take care of you Kyle. okay? I won't let anyone else hurt you."

The blonde gave you a gentle smile, and held your hand as you lead him down the hall to your room.

(Part 2 )

[luuuuucyscorner]

Can we get some Peter maximoff bf hcs pls? I miss him so much😔💔

Don't we all nonnie! I can't stop re-reading silverzoomies fics!

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

peters your dream guy if your into funny guys.

he can be a little immature sometimes

nicknames include; hot stuff, babe

will open doors and pull out chairs for you

hes a complete dork

you have to tell him "just because you can, doesnt mean you should" because this man will literally run to thailand if you say you want pad thai.

dont get me started on his ADHD

this man cannot sit still

always bouncing his leg or tapping his fingers

ARCADE DATES!!!

he would be playing lazer tag and accidentally shoot you, then beg a little kid to shoot him so he could join you. (i read this one somewhere)

LOVES PDA literally always has his hands on you somewhere

would love you if you were a worm

He's the GOD of spooning. he'd switch between little and big spoon depending on his mood.

he fell first AND he fell harder

is an absolute menace whenever you go shopping together

he's like a little kid

"can we buy this?" "no peter" "what about this?" "no peter"

ALWAYS remembers important dates

except that one time he forgot your brithday

[drowningyoursorrow]

WHITE FERRARI

tate langdon x gn! reader

You reminisce about your lover, the days that you spent together during your years of being high school sweethearts. And on how it ended so quickly and so suddenly. You've grown older and as soon as you did, you left where the both of you resided immediately, the remembrance of him pained you. In hopes for one last connection, you buy his childhood home, which was now abandoned. Slowly you started to feel as if you see him everywhere, maybe it was your imagination.

!!!: kissing? violence (guns, shooting, death, etc.) & minor mentions of drugs W/C: 3.5k

TATE LANGDON was his name, at first in the beginning, before the two of you first met you thought of him as sort of odd. He didn't really fit in, almost as if he didn't want to in a way. He had the looks, god he had the looks, short blonde hair and his dark eyes that made you still. You never really interacted with groups and sort of did your own thing, just minding your own business. Occasionally, you'd encounter Tate, you decided to only interact with him when it's really necessary.

You never really judged him, you just didn't want to partake in any social cliques and didn't have any friends really. Tate seemed to sense this, and it furthered his sudden interest in you, although you two weren't entirely similar. He felt a bond with you, you didn't feel it or didn't acknowledge it at first, and that was fine with him. He would study you from afar and felt as if you didn't belong with anybody here but him, but he was far too scared to interact with you. You felt the same, but you believed that he was constantly judging you whenever his brown orbs locked with yours.

Soon the two of you would look for each other in the rows of people crowding the long hallways. Forming a silent connection with one another, and slowly you would begin to openly communicate with each other. Just small hi's and hello's, yet both of you wanted to say more but never knew how to say it. Tate was smart, but that didn't seem to be his main catching point. No, it was the shy smiles he would give you once you two would sit together in the cafeteria.

It was how he would talk about how high school was just boring as ever and that the only two people that matter. Were you two. You were perfect in his eyes, everything that he's ever dreamed of, you didn't fit in, and you didn't want to. Just like him. It was almost as if you two were meant to be together, but you didn't realize it as quickly as he did.

And he was gladly willing to wait, I mean the two of you weren't even dating yet, so who was he to tell? Your relationship together did grow, eventually spending more time and time together. You always hung out at your place, him never wanting to be at his and finding comfort in your room. He loved everything about it, he loved everything about you, he loved everything you did and said. He was so infatuated with you.

As you were with him, it wasn't because he was different, it was because he simply was himself. He always sought safety with you, and you gladly provided that solitude for him. Tate was truly the most beautiful person that your eyes could ever lay on, his boyish charm drawing you in. He always made sure that you felt comfortable and swore to do everything to protect you from those judging eyes. It didn't matter to either of you on how you appeared to the rest of the world, only mattering to each other.

Eventually, both of you wanted more, but Tate was too in his head about it, so you decided to make the first move. He finally let you come to his house, but only when his mother wasn't home. You remember how he would cry to you about his troubles and worries with her, you despised the woman deeply. You remember him telling you about how his dad left, not really wanting to talk about it. And you never pushed.

You traced the items in his room, observing every corner and every object that you could come into contact with. He only watched you do so, basking in your presence, content with you being in his closure. Eventually, you seated yourself at the end of his bed, him crawling to lay beside you. Resting his head on your lap and placed your hands in his hair. You brushed through his golden locks and felt him ease into you, as he stared at you with those eyes.

You felt your chest tighten and butterflies fill your stomach, the feeling was new, so you turned away from him. Furthermore, you placed your hands on your side and closed your eyes, releasing a profound sigh. You hated that he looked at you--as if he was in love with you because you… you wanted him to. He quickly sat up and stared up at you, worry taking over his features, overthinking the situation. You felt him tense up beside you, knowing it was his insecurities taking over.

Opening your eyes, you looked at him and just gave a smile, it was enough to ease him but not enough to calm him. You thought for a moment, finally deciding to let your feelings take over. Lifting his palm, you placed it over your face and lightly kissed the end of his fingertips. Tate didn't know what to do, he only stared in awe as you let his hand cradle the side of your face. You stared ahead for a moment as Tate observed your features, wanting to know what you were thinking; what you'd do next.

He didn't expect tears to fall from your eyes as you trembled just beneath him, he perked up and held you more steadily. He was more concerned now and yet even though you were crying, he didn't see any hint of sadness on your features. Only disappointment, which he thought was far worse. Instead, he let you sob into his shoulder and grip onto him as if he was going to leave you any second. He could only whisper words of affirmations into your shoulder as tears also escaped him, the image of seeing you cry made him ache.

You both held onto each other, letting everything out that the two of you bottled and hid away from one another. Only then did you look at him in the eyes, wiping away the tears that slid down his face mournfully. And let the words escape you, "I think I love you." He stilled underneath you, a mix of emotions taking over his features, he was scared to do or say anything. In case you tried to change your mind, you took his quietness the wrong way and retreated away from him.

This made Tate scared, so he quickly, without thinking, reached over to you and kissed you. He kissed you as if you two were dying in each other's arms, and this was the last moment the both of you shared together. It was messy and horrible, but the feeling the both of you shared made up for all of it. You two belonged with each other. You both just rested your foreheads together, childish giggles escaping the both of you as you smiled.

It was like the both of you just received candy for the first time, it was like you two achieved the world together. You two only stayed there for a moment before laying back down together in each other's embrace. Oh, how you wish you could stay at this moment forever together, just with each other. Eventually you two had to depart, but instead of being sullen, you both looked forward to what is to come. Tate was over the moon that night, finally achieving the person of his dreams, he replayed the moment you two shared over and over again; before he eventually fell asleep.

The days and months passed by, and it was all wonderful, the time you two would share together. All the new things that you could finally do with one another, the dates were remarkable. You never thought you could love someone like you loved Tate, and he never thought he can love someone like you again. The ache that he always felt was eventually filled with you and you only, he made you feel like you really did matter. You two were just love sick fools, and it was the best thing in the world.

The years moved forward and everything began to change, and so did the both of you, for the better and for the worse. You decided to focus more with your studies, which meant less time for Tate, and he didn't enjoy it. Not one bit, he would try to reason with you, but he just wouldn't listen, he didn't understand. He didn't care about school, he just cared about you, and that was the problem. He brushed off on how difficult it was for you in school, it was easy for him because of his natural intelligence.

Every time he told you that you'd be fine, you felt as if he was condescending you because it was all just so easy for him. He couldn't understand you, and you began to not be able to understand him. Fights began to become frequent, and you couldn't take it anymore, you loved him, you really did, but you needed to focus on yourself. Before you could focus on him, and he didn't get that concept, so asking for a break wasn't easy. It was hard for the both of you, but Tate handled it worse than you did.

You sat him down in his room and stood before him, Tate suspected what this was about, yet he couldn't come to terms with it. So when your tone shifted to more serious, and you avoided eye contact with him, he denied everything you said. He wouldn't listen and began to sob hysterically and breaking everything he could reach, he couldn't accept it, he didn't want to. Tate wasn't listening to you, so you just decided to leave, you couldn't handle this. He fell to his knees and grabbed onto you, breaking down as he clung onto your legs.

He eventually let you go, and you turned away from his cries, this was only for a moment, you'll be back. But did he know that? You haven't heard from him ever since that day, he stopped showing up to the school. And he didn't reply to your calls and messages, maybe you shouldn't have done this. You began to regret your decision.

After a month or so he reappeared again, a black coat adorning his frame as he strutted past you, almost as if you weren't there. His expression was off, and he seemed out of it, usually he was, but not like this. It was unsettling. You brushed it off, just glad that he was finally back. You headed off to the library to study, since it was quieter there and you could relax peacefully.

You were settled into a corner of the room before you heard a loud noise, you looked around and everyone seemed just surprised as you were. Before it was heard again and screaming from the distance, it finally clicked. Those were gunshots. Everyone in the library began to panic, and the teacher tried to barricade the doorways as everyone hid in separate areas. You quickly rushed under two desks and enclosed in between chairs as silence took place. Then there it was, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the library, you were terrified.

What scared you more was if Tate was hurt, he was always quick, so you hoped for the best. You hoped for his safety. Then you heard crashing and banging, you shook and held in your cries. Then there it was, they got in. You could only hold your breath as you heard the steps circle around the room.

And before you knew it, you heard mumbling, then a frantic voice and then a bang. You couldn't believe this, you didn't want to, you heard more yelling and pleads and just held your head in between your arms. You didn't want to die, not like this, you still wanted to reconcile with Tate. You still wanted to be with him. Through your fingers, you could see the corpses, but you couldn't see the perpetrator.

Fear took through you as you suddenly realized that they were standing before you, peering through the chairs. And you felt your heart stop, there stood the boy you loved for years. His once beautiful and soul driven eyes staring downward at you, lifeless. You stilled, and you felt tears cascade down your face as a pained expression took place. All you could do was shake and mouth a silent, why?

His expression didn't change, and the gun still was held within his grip as he took in your features. You only cowered beneath him and closed your eyes, sorrowfully content with dying by the hands of your beloved. But the more you waited, there was nothing, eventually you opened your eyes and no longer stood Tate. He was gone. You soon heard the wailing of sirens and the cries of students and teachers, you only laid frozen.

Why hadn't he shot you?

...

Years have passed, and the question still played in your mind, the guilt hasn't subsided. Why were you the surviving victim? Eventually you did grow from it and as soon as you turned 18 you left L.A, you stayed in a different city for a while before you returned. You didn't want to keep running away, you needed to confront it, yet it was still difficult. You stood in front of the house before you, it's much older now but still looked the same as before.

It was his house, you thought if you bought the place it would bring comfort to you. But it only felt unsettling when you stepped inside, you heard what happened to him right after the shooting. Being gunned down, before you couldn't even think about, but now it just leaves a bitter taste at the tip of your tongue. Exploring the house and the rooms, you felt as if you were already being watched, ever corner you turned. Ghostly eyes following your figure.

You've heard of deaths correlated with this house yet for some reason you weren't so scared about dying here. You eventually brushed away the thought and settled with staying in a different room, not wanting to sleep in his. That was the only difficult part in being in the house, so to distract yourself you got a job. You were gone most of the time, this time you decided you needed a few drinks with your coworkers. Eventually, you came stumbling home in a drunken state and laid in which room was the closest.

You felt the sheets beneath you as you tried to make sense of where you were, realization hit you as you gathered your senses. It was his room. Everything seemed to be the same beside minor differences, someone else must've lived here before. You could imagine his faint smell and basked in it for just a moment, you peered up as it felt like someone was staring down at you. There he was looking down at you, he held a confused expression, you shrieked and curled away from him.

Holding your head as you tried to recollect yourself, just telling your imagination to go away. It was silent, then he was gone. Were you hallucinating? Unsure of what to make up of what just happened, you just silently cried as you buried yourself into the bed. You missed him terribly, although you shouldn't, you cried yourself to sleep that night.

A ghost watched over you, he could only really stare from afar, afraid to scare you like he did before. Oh, how he wanted to hold you once more, he's spent so long without you, and he finally had you again. He couldn't ruin this, your absence broke him deeply and still hadn't fully moved on from you. He tried to with someone new, violet, but he knew in his core that he wouldn't love anybody like you. It ended as soon as it began, and now he had you again.

You awoke abruptly, the sun radiating through the room's window, were you dreaming last night? Brushing it off, you stumbled out of bed and went back into your room. Ever since then, every night when you would return home, there he stood, looking down at you. You could never make out what type of expression he was making, but it always felt mournful, you were too scared to reach out back to him. But as the months passed by, you stopped trying to hide and push away the remembrance of him.

One particular night when he would appear once more, just to check up on you, too scared to do anything more or less. You reached toward him this time, instead of telling him to go way, and held him gently as you observed his features. He avoided your gaze but let himself melt into your touch, he missed this. Even if this was just your imagination, you loved every second of it, he looked the same as he did before. "I've dreamed of this," was all you said as you held him a little longer, before eventually pulling away.

This felt torturous to the both of you, and you knew you shouldn't do this to yourself, he was only your imagination. So you let go, you pushed him away as you closed your eyes, and he could only stare down at you. He wanted to hold you like he used to, but he knew better, time will tell. Eventually he did show up more around different areas of the house, and you just took it as you slowly becoming crazy. Because he never spoke to you, only stared and let you do what you wanted while he was in your presence.

You didn't mind going insane, only if you could see and feel him a bit more, maybe then it wouldn't be so bad. This time you stared at his dark irises, taking in his form, he hasn't changed, just as you remembered him. "You know, I couldn't bare to say your name after what you did. I was too scared, I felt too guilty to even utter the first letter." Silence overtook you as his expression shifted into remorse, you didn't take notice, instead you continued.

Turning away from him, your throat began to feel dry as you stared forward, not wanting to look at him anymore. You buried your face into the palms of your hands as tears slowly began to take over. "Why'd you do it? Why would you do that? Was it because of me? Did I push you too far? Why would you leave me alive? Why...?" You didn't expect an answer, and you didn't get one, sobs raked through you as you clung onto yourself. What you didn't suspect was him to envelop you into a hug, something familiar.

You let him hold you, a strange feeling taking over you, he was physically there yet he felt so cold. "Why can't you be real?" Was all you muttered before you pushed him away from you and headed out the front door, needing some air. He tried to say something, but his words were caught in his throat as he watched you leave, time will tell entered his mind once more. You came home late that night, only to discover he was where you left him, patiently waiting for your return.

You only gave him a short glance before heading back to your room, letting your thoughts consume you. Staring upward at the ceiling before, you felt a dip in the mattress beside you. He was curled next to you but kept his distance on the bed, not wanting to bother you. He just wanted to be near you. You thought for a moment, slipping your arms around him and pulled him closer to your frame.

Holding him like you used to, a content sigh escaped his lips, relishing in the sentimental feeling. He missed this more than anything, you just holding him and comforting him, it was all he needed. You shakily kissed his forehead and let yourself cherish this moment, you really wished this was real. But you knew he would be gone by morning, and you would go busy yourself once more. "I love you."

The words unconsciously slipped through your lips as sleep took over, and you held him closer. He didn't say anything, he wanted to, but he knew if we were to he would have to answer questions he didn't want to answer. Sure, he was selfish for acting like he couldn't speak to you, but eventually he was going to have to. So, he was going to enjoy this as long as he could, and maybe he will come clean about his whole being dead thing. Just above a whisper, he hid into your arms for more closure, "I love you too."

He hoped you wouldn't have heard his confession, but you had, and a small smile formed on your lips. You would take all the drugs in the world just to keep seeing him and being near him. He was all you ever really did want in this godforsaken world, it was a blessing and a curse. Because in the end all you two ever wanted in the world was each other, one way or another you both were going to achieve it. What you didn't know was that maybe Tate Langdon wasn't just your imagination.

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- I am back from writer's block, hope this was a sufficient apology - Frank Ocean is my soul honestly - Briefly proofread (skimmed) - Maybe a part two if I'm feelin it

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

[babygorewhore]

For the text series: drunk texts plss lol

Anything for you, sweetheart!! This is extra goofy because this was so funny in my head.

Texting the Evan’s. Drunk Edition.

Warnings. Mostly fluff but Kai being sexual. As expected.

Evan Peters.

“Heyyyyy Baby. I miss youuuu. When are you coming home?”

“Evan, have you been drinking?”

“No.”

“Evan?”

“Okay. Just a little sip. But I was lonely and I miss you. 🥺”

“I’ve been gone 20 minutes.”

Kit walker.

“What’s 40 divided by 5?”

“Kit. What are you doing? Why are you asking me about math problems?”

“Because I’m trying to add us together.”

“Kit. You’re doing division.”

“Shit.”

Kyle Spencer.

“I’m drunk. Coke home?”

“Coke?”

“I meant come. WAIT-“

Jimmy Darling.

“When I was 10 years old, I was bullied at school and called lobster boy and now I’m crying next to field of roses because they made me think of you.”

“Jimmy, maybe you’ve had too much to drink?”

“No I haven’t. Shit. I have a joke.

“Wait that’s really funny. Oh shit that’s me. I just answered myself.”

Kai Anderson.

“I really wanna fucking get you pregnant.”

“Kai. Stop drinking and go to bed.”

“Or what? You’ll come here and fuck me?”

“KAI QUIT IT.”

“OR WHAT? I JUST WANT YOU TO CARRY MY MESSIAH BABY.”

Tate Langdon.

“Babyyy I think I’ve had too much to drink. When are you going to come home and cuddle me? 🥺”

“Sweetheart, I can’t come home yet. I have to finish studying.”

“Is studying more important than me? 🥺🥺🥺🥺”

“No. But I need to get this done.”

“I get it. You don’t love me anymore. That’s fine.”

“TATE-“

James Patrick March.

“Darling, dearest, my love, my mouse, my little fox. Please, come back and join me for a drink? I promise to engage in all the affection you desire. Perhaps we can sit and I can finally finish that colored film, Breaking dawn, was it? JPM.”

“James? Are you serious?”

“Yes, my little Angel. I only wish to indulge your little fantasies of me chasing you as a vampire. Us being creatures of the night. And succumbing to our darkest wishes. JPM.”

“James Patrick March. Are you drunk?”

“No!! My sweet little vixen. I wouldn’t dream of engaging in such vile behavior. JPM.”

“James, you don’t have to sign your name. I know it’s you.”

“But what if a madman went on the loose and stole my indemnity.”

“You mean Identity. Someone stealing your identity.”

“WHAT? WHO DID IT?”

[evan4ever]

Hi, please could I request an angst story about Frat Kyle x fem reader where he opens up to her and vents about his mom? thank you.

Don’t Let Me Fool You

Kyle Spencer x reader

Warnings: angst, talk about Kyle Spencer’s mom in little detail so slight hint of SA from a parent, just a sad fic for our baby Kyle

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You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, sliding your hands over the cute dress you had picked out to wear for the party that one of your friends, Kyle, had invited you to. You went kind above and beyond to look cute, hoping to catch Kyle’s attention in a more-that-friends kind of way. You couldn’t deny that you had feelings for him, but he was so busy with his frat and college that you couldn’t ever read him, you couldn’t tell if he felt the same or not. You had high hopes that tonight, maybe he’d see you and that was all it would take.

Deciding you liked your look, you left your bedroom and walked down the academy stairs where Madison stood waiting at the bottom, arms crossed and a dissatisfied look on her face. “Took you long enough. Is that… what you’re wearing?” You instantly looked down at your dress, it was simple, black and off the shoulder long sleeve. It hugged your curves nicely, though now you were second guessing yourself at Madison’s comment.

You cleared your throat and nodded, her only scoffing lightly and nodding to the door where she began walking to. “Let’s go. We’re already late. There’s a fine line between fashionably late and just late, we’re close to that line.”

You rolled your eyes but followed behind her, getting inside the front seat of her vehicle and bucking your seatbelt while she didn’t bother to, only starting the car and heading to the party. You were always annoyed at how invincible she thought she was, because yes Madison — your tiny fragile body could absolutely withstand a couple thousand pound vehicle clashing in you. Your eyes rolled again at the thought but stayed silent for the drive. You just wanted to see Kyle, that was where your focus was.

You exited the vehicle as soon as she parked it and began for the door hearing her call after you but choosing to ignore her and make your way inside the large, loud, people filled house. You slipped past the crowds of talking people while your eyes continued scanning each group and each passing person for Kyle. Now I’m the middle of the living room and still not seeing him, to decided a drink would be nice, hopefully tend to your nerves. You made a straight shot for the table full of liquor beer and other soft drinks to mix them with, deciding on a simple vodka cran and began pouring yourself your chosen drink, not realizing the outline of the body now next to you.

“Don’t you wanna mix it up sometimes?” You jumped as you felt them talk into your ear so you could hear them, quickly turning and letting out a sigh of relief when you noticed it was Kyle. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled putting his hands up in defense.

You were quick to return a smile and shook your head. “I love vodka crans” you shouted over the music. His smile only grew, nodding at your statement.

“Yeah they’re good, but have you tasted crown and sprite?” He encouraged as he began pouring himself a drink of what he had just said. You watched, smiling more to yourself than him, as he finished making his drink and sticking two small straws in. Your eyebrows shot up as he moved the drink to you, offering a taste. “Come on! I promise they’re good. I’d never lie to you.”

You gazed at him a moment before giving in and taking a straw in your mouth, sipping on the drink that happened to be delicious. You looked at him in amazement and he nodded proudly. You weren’t a huge drinker so you never really knew what was good and what wasn’t, something you had shared with Kyle who always insisted on you trying his to introduce you to a “whole new world” as he put it.

“That is really good!” You shouted as he brought the drink to his mouth and took his own sip, still nodding.

“Told ya. Can’t go wrong with crown.” He grinned, your head shaking at his goofiness. He was always so happy and positive, something you really enjoyed about him. “Come on! Let’s go find somewhere that’s not so loud?” He suggested and you happily obliged and followed him through the house closely in order to not lose sight of him among the many people. You had no idea where he was taking you, but you didn’t care. Anywhere with him is where you wanted to be.

He led you up the stairs where another less crowded living room was. Only the muffled sound of the music playing downstairs was heard and slight chatter among the maybe 3 other small groups that stood somewhere in the room. You already felt better and less overwhelmed and Kyle sensed your new, less tense state. He plopped himself down on the sectional couch immediately patting the spot next to him. Your cheeks quickly heated up at the gesture but you turned and sat before he could notice.

“These parties can get pretty crazy” he admitted, setting his drink on the side table. You nodded agreeing, taking a quick large sip from your cup before handing it to him to set next to his

“Yeah, I’m definitely not used to it.” You chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ears and looking around the room while Kyle watched you with a content grin.

“I’m glad you could make it. I was getting worried you were gonna bail on me.” He raised his eyebrows, nudging your side playfully. You giggled lightly and nudged his arm away playfully in return.

“I’d never bail on you!” You squeaked, acting offended he’d ever say such a thing. His hands shot up once again in defense before dropping and shooting you a happy smile. You tilted your head so you could see him better, returning the smile. “Promise you can always count on me.”

His smile dropped slightly at your words and you wondered if you said something wrong, clearing your throat and looking away from him. “I mean.. I just..” you began stuttering for a way to save yourself wondering what you should’ve said instead. “You know, as your friend. You can always count on me.” You nodded finally looking back at him as you practically friendzoned yourself. His eyes were staring at your shoulder, eye furrowed deep in a seemingly frustrating thought. You quickly furrowed your own in concern, lowering your head to meet his eyes in an attempt to bring him back to earth. “Are you alright?” You whispered out. “I mean… did I say something wrong?” You finally asked.

His eyes flickered from your shoulder to meet your own eyes and his eyebrows shot up as he realized he had zoned out for a moment, quickly shaking his head. “No. No! Not at all” he grinned again and you took a breath in and let it out in a relieved sigh. “Sorry. I was just thinking. I have a lot going on at home.. right now.” He cleared his throat looking away from you and grabbing his drink, taking a sip from the side rather than straws, and chugging it rather than a sip. Once it was empty, he sat it back down and let out a chuckle.

You only watched with wide eyes as he finished his what was once full drink in one go, now wondering what was heavy on his mind. You had a mental argument with yourself on whether you should ask or not, worrying he’d feel uncomfortable but worrying about his own well-being.

“Are you.. is everything.. okay?” You stuttered your sentences again but held the question firmly, gazing at him while his face scrunched up and softened before smiling again.

“Yeah yeah. No everything’s fine. Great, really.” He nodded answering your question, though very unconvincing. He was no longer meeting your eyes and you couldn’t take yours off him.

“Kyle..” you sighed quietly, “hey, you can talk to me. Really. If you want. I’m here for you.” You assured him, urging him to continue if he wanted. His body tensed up at your words and you watched as he looked around scanning the few people in the room, your eyes following his in wonder.

“Not here” he sighed out, standing up and turning to you, extending a hand to help you up. You took it and he pulled you from the couch, handing you your drink and giving you a weak, noticeable nervous smile. You decided to stay silent and let him lead you where he wanted, wanting him ti be comfortable if he decided he wanted to open up to you.

He led you down the hall and into a bedroom, closing the door and locking it. Your eyebrows furrowed at the action now getting a little nervous yourself. Not at Kyle’s intentions with you but about what was on his mind that was so big that he wanted not a single soul to hear him when he told you. You stood off to the side and only kept your curious eyes on him while he leaned against the door, his eyes closed and head up towards the ceiling. He opened them a moment later and let his head fall to the side to look at you, sending you a tight lipped smile.

“I uh, I don’t know how.. I mean.. we should sit.” He pushed himself from the door and sat on the nicely made bed, you following and sitting next to him and resting your hands on your thighs, looking down at them waiting for him to start. He let out a breathless chuckle, your head turning to him and your eyes landing on his face while he looked around the room. “You probably don’t need to know this and I’d really hate to put a weight on your shoulders.” He nodded, avoiding your gaze.

“Hey.. I meant what I said back there.” Your hand reached out of instinct and rested on one of his, his eyes falling on them and holding his gaze there. “You can tell me anything. I’m here for you Kyle.” When he said nothing and you could see how nervous, scared even, he was, it only worried you further. “Please, talk to me?”

He blinked a few times to keep his tears back, finally letting out a forced cough and looking away from your hands and to the window. You stayed quiet allowing him to collect and ready himself to open up. He knew he was about to tell you the biggest secret of his life, not necessarily his, but his moms that he had to keep. It scared him to think of how you might react, but he trusted you, and he trusted that you were there for him like you had said.

“My mom…” he lets out an awkward cough again and clears his throat, “my mom does things…” he turned his face towards you, his eyes meeting yours. You instantly realized he was holding back tears and quickly moved towards him, taking him into your arms, him allowing himself to fall into your embrace and wrapping his own arms around you, his head falling into the crook of your neck. You held so much worry at this moment that whatever you decided to do you didn’t question. You knew he needed you, and he needed this. “She does things to me.” He finished his sentence and you immediately tended up at his confession, your stomach turning with the realization of what he’s meaning and making you want to throw up, though you contained yourself and held him tighter instead while your mind replayed the words he said over again in your mind. Your eyes settled on the dresser as you sat holding him and wondering how to comfort him correctly.

You heard him sniffle and shake his head against your neck.

“She.. she does whatever she wants to me and I can’t stop her.” He let out a loud uncontrolled sob, now pulling away from you. You quickly grabbed his face before he could move too far and made him look at you, not hiding the concern and worry your face held.

“Kyle…” you breathed out and shook your head. “Kyle no, no you can stop her. You can. You don’t have to allow her to do anything to you.”

“I can’t.” He shook his head and pulled away from you, standing and pacing back and forth in the room, his hands running through his hair while you sat and watched. “I can’t. She’s.. shes my mom you know?” He laughed harshly at his own words. “She loves me and I would hurt her if I made her stop. I just let her do it and wait for it to be over. I’m not a bad guy, I swear.” He defended himself and your eyes widened when you realized he was worried that you’d think he actually liked it or wanted it or engaged in it.

“No you’re not. You’re not a bad person at all Kyle but you don’t have to keep letting it happen.” You said now standing and facing him, attempting to take ahold of his shoulders but he only pulled himself a way again and moved away from you. Your eyebrows dropped at his action. “It doesn’t make you a bad person to not want someone to misuse you.” You said slowly, hoping you could gain his trust again. He looked over at you, his eyes red and his hair messy. You could tell from where you were that he was sweating from being so worked up.

“She’s my mom.” He stated again but you shook your head and took a step closer and standing in place sure not to get too close yet. He was so scared and flustered right now, the last thing he needed was you to be overbearing. He was trusting you with this information even though it scares the hell out of him.

“Doesn’t matter. She’s not allowed to hurt you. Touching you and doing inappropriate things to you is hurting you, Kyle.”

“She’s my mom!” He repeated himself louder now in her defense. You understood that he felt obligated to defend her but it was only hurting your heart more. You knew you needed to tell him in a way that wouldn’t make her a bad person either, even though she was. She was still his mom, and he loved her even though she was fucking him up.

“Okay” you put your hands up in defense now and he took notice in it, his eyes meeting yours again. “You’re right. She is your mom. But Kyle.. this isn’t normal, okay? Your mom needs help too, just like you do for her doing these things to you. A mom shouldn’t want to do them to her child, right?” You asked hopeful and he slowly nodded, you nodding with him. “Yes. Right. So you have put your foot down in order for her to get the help she needs. Or you have to go to someone to get the help for her. Is that.. I can help you, if you let me.”

He looked away from you as his mind thought over what you’d just said. He of course knew deep down that what his mother was doing to him wasn’t okay, he he didn’t know what to do. If he helped himself, it would hurt her, and he didn’t want to hurt his own mother even though she was hurting him. It was brutal battle inside his own mind that he fought every single day.

“There’s no way to do it without people finding out.” He spoke lowly still looking away from you, your head tilting wondering what he was meaning. “I’ve built a life for myself. I’m a good kid, a great student and athlete. I mean what if getting her help ruins all of that for me!” You jumped back as he grabbed the trophy that was set on the dresser and threw it hard on the ground out of anger and hurt, the trophy breaking with a loud thud. You swallowed hard and looked back up to him. He stood now with both of his hands on his face as he completely broke down, sinking to the floor.

You slowly took a few steps towards him and lowered yourself to your knees, resting a gentle hand on his back in an attempt to comfort him. He sobbed some more and you just let him, knowing he needed to feel this to get through it. Coming to terms with knowing you need to do something if you want it to stop is a hard barrier to get over, and that’s what he was doing. The best thing you could do for him was be there while he felt it.

“God this is so..” he shook his head that was in his arms that were resting on his knees, “so fucking stupid. I can’t believe she would do this to me. I can’t believe I’ve let her for so long.”

“Why have you?” You whispered out genuinely curious and hoping he didn’t take offense to your question. When he didn’t raise his head or even move, you sighed believing you weren’t going to get an answer and deciding it was best not to pry.

“I’m moving after this year of college. I was gonna leave her and hopefully never see her again and forget all about it. But it’s hard to forget what it’s been your entire life.”

You looked down at him in surprise when he answered you, blinking a few times and nodding, rubbing his back some more. “It’s never a bad thing to seek therapy. We all need it sometimes.” You spoke gently and he finally moved his head to the side to allow himself to look at you. You could tell how swollen his eyes were already, your hand moving to caress the side of his face. He smiled lightly at your kindness, his head falling into your gentle hand. “You are not weak if you go to someone who can help you heal. It’s probably the second strongest thing you could do.”

“What’s the first?” He questioned, now sitting upright so he was level with you. You didn’t bother moving, allowing yourself to be close to him so he could really see how genuine you were being. Your head tilted to the side as your hand continued caressing his cheek in comfort.

“Making sure she doesn’t hurt you anymore.”

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hi!! i was wondering if you could write angst with boy kyle? maybe something happens at a party and he gets angry?. (sorry it’s my first request)!! 🫶🏻💗

warning: language, party stuff

note: kyle and reader are high key toxic in this one but you asked for angst so im giving angst. side note i love george daniel my next fic will be something for him so watch out 1975 fans. every frat kyle fic i write, they go to a party. working on a writing list rn so i can actually write stuff

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"are you really not gonna talk to me?" kyle whines, hands gripping tighter to the steering wheel and veins protruding from the pale thin skin at the back of his palms.

her lips fold in on each other to symbolize her meaningful silence. with this silence, she intended to get a message across, ironically, that message being that tonight, kyle was being an asshole.

"jesus christ, babe, i said i was sorry. what do you want me to do? get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?" he takes equally timed glances at her fuming figure in the passenger's seat, stealing quick views in intervals, hoping she doesn't notice the desperation for forgiveness truly hiding in his brown eyes tonight.

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"god, you're being a fucking child," and maybe it's the way her arms cross over her chest or the ridiculous pout on her face that would cause him to make such a comment, but it's not one that comes without offense.

"oh really? i'm the child? you're sitting here cursing me out for you being upset over something you did wrong. forgive me if i'm wrong but it looks like i'm the only adult in this situation." kyle would have been thankful for her finally breaking and speaking something to him had it not been another comment that further angered him. fine, he thought. she wants to see childish? he'd show her.

when the car comes rolling to a stop, her seat belt flies off in an instant, and she's escaping the confines of the car, not forgetting to give his car door a slam on her way out for good measure. she doesn't look back to see the expression on his face.

quickly, she finds her friends, a small group of young women who she met through her college, being classmates, dormmates, and girlfriends of kyle's fraternity brothers. one, namely, being violet.

"hey y/n! what's kyle up to tonight?" violet asks her, noticing the lack of a blond boy clinging to her side like he does without fail at every party.

"pissing me off," she chooses to take a sip of her generic liquid in a cup instead of elaborating further on the matter.

"oh? what's up?" the plastic of the red solo cup in y/n's hand cracks under the pressure of her gently squeezing hand.

"he's just being an asshole, the usual." though she explains his behavior as 'the usual', it's far from the truth. in fact, kyle usually does everything in his limited power to please her, whatever it takes to make her happy, so for them to be in a squabble such as this was a rarity.

"ok fine, don't tell me. you'll do a shot with me, though, right?" violet asks, pleading with her eyes for her friend to agree.

"sure, whatever. might as well get shitfaced so i don't have to think about all this tonight."

the two make their way to the island counter of the kitchen, y/n leaning her elbows on the cold marble while violet flirts her way into convincing some random guy to pour out their shots. he agrees, and he is joined by a friend, a tall, brown haired boy, and they both approach the two girls by the counter with shot glasses and tequila in hand.

the first guy keeps his focus on violet, messily pouring out the promised shots, while the other's attention gravitates to y/n.

"tequila's your choice?" he queries, gesturing with his arm to the shot now sitting gracefully in front of her.

"it gets the job done." with that, her head tips back, letting the foul tasting liquid burn down her throat, her eyes scrunching in response.

"you looking to forget about some shit tonight?" he flirtingly scooches right next to her, leaning on the counter, mirroring her to face her directly.

she giggles, "something like that."

when her laughter comes to a lull, he reaches his hand out in a handshake. "xander."

she accepts it, gripping his warm hand in her own, "y/n."

suddenly, like a boa constricting its prey, an arm finds its way around her shoulder as a figure creeps up behind her, pressing into her side like it owns her. she doesn't have to turn her head to know its kyle.

"what are we talking about here, guys?" kyle fakes innocence and also ignores the aggressive eye rolling from his annoyed girlfriend.

"now's not a good time," y/n starts to explain, but kyle simply grips her tighter, nearly hard enough to leave a bruise but not quite, and the level of discomfort is evident enough on her face that xander speaks up.

"hey, is he bothering you?"

"she's fine-"

"i wasn't asking you, now was i? is he? you can tell me."

her eyes widened as the idea flashed before them. "yes, in fact, he is bothering me. he's been bothering me all night."

"look man, i think it's time you go," xander starts out heavy, giving kyle a firm shove, effectively removing him from his fused position to the girl's side.

normally, kyle would have the ability to keep his cool in a situation like this, but he had been beefing with his girlfriend all night, and he also, purely coincidentally, had taken several shots since his entrance to the event. so now not only was he angry, but he was drunk.

"hey, keep your hands off me, bro!" kyle shoves back, and with a few more childish shoves similar to that, punches are being thrown, and they both fell to the ground in their brawl.

some other men jump in soon enough, ripping the two apart, and xander is pulled to another room, while kyle is pushed outside, likely for good for the night.

now even more enraged than the moment she exited the car, y/n stomps after him.

when he sees her standing before him outside, she notices the gentle smile playing on his bruised face and she almost feels guilty for being about to yell at him, but soon remembers what he did.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she yells.

"you're my problem," he grumbles, picking himself off the ground an dusting off his jeans with the palms of his sweaty hands.

she ignores his almost cute quip. "you think you can just act like you fucking own me? like i'm your property? because i'm not, i shouldn't have to tell you how fucked that is, kyle!"

"so do you do this a lot? you flirt with random guys at parties. parties that i'm at? do you tell them you have a boyfriend before you blow them or what?"

"i'm not a slut, if that's what your implying. i've never done what you accused me of, not even tonight. we were having an innocent conversation when you came in like my fucking owner. but if that's what you think i do all the time, if you genuinely believe that, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

she begins to walk away at his hallowing silence but he grabs her wrist before her escape. "wait!"

"what?" she's not snappy anymore, she's just exhausted. with him, with tonight, with this whole situation.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry baby," he pleads with her and she can tell he means it despite his drunk filter to the words. she can't help but hear him out.

"please don't leave me, don't end this, i'll do anything, i promise. i just love you. okay? i don't mean to be so nasty, i'm just afraid of you leaving me, of someone taking you, of you finding someone else, someone better." he's been tenderly holding her hand through his entire confession and to his surprise, she's been letting him.

she sighs, feeling a bit of stress melt from her mind as she exhales into the chilled night air. "i know, baby. you're a good boyfriend, a great one, actually. i just can't stand when you act like i'm yours. i don't do that to you around your friends. i don't do it around anyone, and i expect the same from you. i don't want to leave either, but can you promise you won't do this anymore?"

"of course. i promise, i swear. on my life, i swear. i will do anything to make this better, to fix this. tell me what i can do for you right now, sweetie."

her thumb rubs soothingly over his hand and she focuses on their hands joined together rather than meeting his eyes for a moment, then looks up, "you can start by coming home with me. stay the night, we can work this all out."

"anything you want," he soon realizes she's led him to his car, and she reaches around in his pockets for his keys, pushing him into the open car.

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kyle's head rests sleepily on her warm chest, and he's long since stripped of his shirt and jeans, allowing her to wear his discarded shirt to sleep. his hands and wrists are folded comfortable, tucked into the crevice of his neck and he's just listening to the beautiful sounds of her soft exhales. her breaths aren't quite even, and he knows she's still awake.

"you promise you won't leave? you'll still be here when i wake up?"

"i promise, sweetie."

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Judas | Jimmy Darling

Summary: Elsa and Richard (Stanley) frame you for murdering Jimmy’s mother.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst, mention of death, maybe more idk (not proofread)

Author’s Note: I don’t think there’s a bathroom in Jimmy’s trailer, but let’s pretend there is just for the sake of this fic. This was just a random idea I had and i love writing angst. Anyway, please leave feedback <3

Your eyes flutter open from the loud slam, a sudden hand grabs your arm, man-handling you out of bed.

Before you know it, you’re outside. Your eyes adjust to the new setting, everybody’s eyes on you as they form a group around you.

You look to see that Eve had both of your arms pinned behind your back, confusion hitting you.

You try to shuffle out of her strong grip, but it was no use.

“We took you in! How could you do this to her— to us?” Elsa shrieks, breaking down as she falls to her knees. Your boyfriend, Jimmy, is immediately by her side, placing a comforting hand in her shoulder as he glares at you with tears in his eyes.

“Wait— what happened?” You ask, trying to jump forward to reach your boyfriend. The grip on your arms only gets tighter.

“Don’t act stupid, Y/N. Give up the act.” Jimmy shouts, now standing up. You flinch at the harshness in his tone.

You look around the group, your eyes landing on Richard. He had a stupid smirk on his face, standing next to him was Maggie, a guilty look on hers.

“What act? I don’t even know what’s happening!” You cry, turning your head to stare up at Eve. You give her a pleading look. She looks away, shaking her head.

Elsa continued her sobs, chanting a prayer.

“What’s happening?” You shriek, watching as Maggie comforted Jimmy.

You furrowed your eyebrows, jealousy running through your veins. Ever since Maggie came, you’ve always been jealous.

She was a pretty girl and Jimmy was a handsome guy. Before you and Jimmy started dating, he was known as a womanizer. Flirting with every girl he set his eyes on and sleeping with every girl who flirted back.

You met him during one of your shifts as a waitress at the Camellia Grill. He flirted with you in hopes of not having to pay his bill, but you met guys like him. You told him the price of the food he ordered with a smirk on your face, watching in satisfaction as he slammed his money on the counter before leaving.

He came back the next day, requested that you served him and tried the same thing. He ended up paying again, but then he returned the day after, flirting with you once again.

Jimmy was confused. And hurt. He got every girl he wanted, his charms and good looks were the only thing he needed. But when you quickly shut him down, he felt like it was a mission to charm you.

He didn’t know what he wanted— wether that was a free bill or a kiss, or something even more than that— he didn’t care. It started off as a silly mission, but ended with you finally letting him leave without paying.

He didn’t come in the next day, which left you hurt. You knew he only wanted something, and he finally got it. Weeks of coming in, requesting you served him, flirting, just for a free bill?

You didn’t want to admit it, but you missed seeing his stupid face and the stupid mittens he would wear even though it was hotter than ever outside. He never told you why he wore them.

But one day, one of your co-workers gave you a note. They said it was from that handsome guy who always wanted you as his server. You practically ripped open the note, reading his sloppy handwriting.

He asked on the note if you could meet him outside when you were done with your shift.

When you shift was done, you headed outside to meet him. He was sitting on one of the benches, his face lightening up when he saw you.

He confessed his love to you, telling you he had to tell you before it was too late. You were so happy, the largest grin etched onto your lips. It quickly fell though when he told you that you guys couldn’t be together.

Jimmy didn’t want to explain why. He knew the second he removed those mittens you would freak out and leave him. A pretty girl like you couldn’t be seen with a freak like him.

You wanted to scream and slap him in the face, telling him to leave and never come back.

He couldn’t stand seeing you so sad, so before you could slap him he dragged you into the nearest alleyway and removed his mittens.

You let out the biggest gasp when you saw his lobster hands.

Jimmy quickly frowned, he couldn’t watch you run away from him so he looked away to save him the pain.

What took him by surprise though was when you took one of his hands, pressing your soft lips to them in a kiss.

You watch as the group separates, revealing the deceased body of Ethel. Jimmy’s mother.

You shriek, crying as you stare at the knife that was in her eye. “What happened to her? Who did this?”

Elsa abruptly stands up, stalking towards you. She points an accusing finger at you, angry tears running down her face. “You’re a monster. What type of human being would do this to someone? She was innocent, happy. The only freak here is you.”

“What?! I didn’t do that!” You shout, being released from Eva’s grip. She pushes you down, causing you to land on your knees.

You quickly get up, eyes finding Jimmy’s. “Jimmy? Baby?” You whimper.

“You are a monster! A MONSTER!” You hear Elsa shriek, pointing her finger into your chest.

You slap her hand away, “I didn’t do anything!”

“Maggie said she saw you stab Ethel this morning when she was in the woods.” Richard claims, your eyes snapping to Maggie’s.

Jimmy and her were hugging, his face nestled into the crook of her neck. She stares at you, a frown etched onto her lips.

“I didn’t do that! I was asleep—“ You point to Jimmy’s trailer, “In there! Jimmy was with me!”

Elsa laughs, “Really? Because if I can recall, Jimmy was rehearsing this morning.”

“I was asleep! You really think I would kill her? That doesn’t even make sense, she was like a mother to me!” You whimpered, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

Silence takes over, the only thing being heard was Jimmy’s cried and your sniffling.

“I didn’t kill her!” You shriek, staring at the dead body. You look up at Richard, a mischievous grin on his face. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

“You— you asshole!” You snap, watching as his grin slightly fell. “He’s framing me! He’s framing me! You have to believe me—“

“Put her on the spin wheel.” Elsa says calmly, fixing her hair as she smiles.

“What? What—“ You feel the same two arms, Eva, grab into yours, dragging you to the tent. “No! I didn't do anything! Jimmy!” You cried, trying to kick Eva. “Let go of me!”

You somehow kick Eva in the shin, causing her to groan. You slip out of her arms, making a run for it. You run past the group, but before you could make an exit the familiar arms of your so called boyfriend wrap around you. You struggle in his arms, crying.

“Let go of me! Please!” You wailed, trying to elbow him.

Normally, butterflies would be flying around in your stomach from Jimmy hugging you from behind. But now it was making you sick.

“Jimmy, please! I didn’t kill her, I promise. I love you— please!” You say, trying to convince him as he brings you back towards the tent. “Baby, please.”

“Shut up!” He shouts. He finally lets go, only to strap you on the wheel.

“Please.” You beg, struggling against his hold. He avoids your eyes, strapping you. “I didn’t kill her!” You scream for the millionth time, heart dropping as you watched Elsa hold up a knife.

She mimics throwing it at you, closing one if her eyes and she squints with the other.

Jimmy finally looks at you.

“jimmy, please. i didn’t kill her, he’s framing me. i don’t wanna die.” You whisper, your voice cracking. An emotion flashed in his eyes, quickly disappearing.

“Please.” You beg one last time.

“Rot in hell.” He seethed, “You’re gonna die.” He walks away, sitting down.

“Jimmy!” You scream. “No! Please!”

He ignores your pleads, looking down at his lap.

He loved you— he loves you. But his mom has been there for him ever since day one. If it were anyone but you, he would probably kill them himself. Elsa insisted she practice her act on you, before ending your life with a few knives to your body, letting you bleed out.

You look at Pepper. “Pepper? Hey! Remember when I made you that bow? The one you’re wearing? Get me down! Please!”

Pepper hesitates, looking at Salty. They share a look, but before they could do anything Richard stands in front of them, encouraging them to sit down.

“No! You fucking asshole!”

He smiles at you, walking towards you. “It’s unfortunate that your life has to end this way. Don’t worry, your lobster boy will be joining you soon.” He whispers, reaching over to spin the wheel.

“I knew it! You asshole, I fucking hate you!” You shriek, going upside down, then up, then upside down…

“I don’t know what she’s talking about.” He shrugs, backing away.

“He’s framing me- AH!” You shriek, the first knife thrown at you stabbing the wood beside your head.

“I can’t concentrate when you’re talking.” Elsa says, she stops the spinning, shoving a handkerchief into your mouth.

She spins the wheel again, “that’s much better.”

Your pleads are now muffled, the only thing going through your mind was that you were too young to die.

Another knife gets thrown your way, stabbing the wood on the other side of your face. You were getting a headache now from the spinning.

You stop your pleads, shutting your eyes as you accepted your fate.

You should’ve refused to serve Jimmy the second time he came.

You should’ve gotten another job.

You should’ve re—

“Wait! Elsa— stop!” You hear Jimmy’s voice. Jesus, were you now imagining things?

“What are you doing?” You hear Elsa snap.

You were now imagining Elsa’s voice? You didn’t want her voice to be the last thing you ever heard.

You suddenly stop spinning, your eyes snapping open as you meet Jimmy’s.

“Shit…” He mutters, unbuckling the straps. He looks at you, frowning. “I’m so sor—“

“What are you doing?!” Elsa repeats, pushing Jimmy out of the way. Her face was red, smoke practically coming out of her ears.

Jimmy pushes her back, sending her to the ground. Elsa looks up a him, betrayal written all over her face.

“Maggie told me everything.” He snaps, turning to look at the rest of the group. “Unstrap her.”

Pepper immediately skips to you, Eve following.

Eve takes the handkerchief out of your mouth, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“W-what’s happening?” You ask, Pepper taking your hand to lead you away from the wheel as you were unbuckled.

“Yes, what is happening?” Richard asks, standing up from his seat. You watch as Maggie tells him something, a smile forming on her lips as Richard freezes.

Pepper leaves you with Salty, skipping back to Jimmy. He tells her something, motioning to you before looking back at Elsa’s figure on the ground. You watch as he tells Eve something. Eve nods, lifting Elsa up.

“Desiree— what’s happening?” You ask nervously, scared of what she was going to say. Were they planning on killing you some other brutal way? Chop of your limbs? Bury you alive?

Desiree stares at her husband who was now manhandling Richard. “You don’t wanna know.”

“But I do! What the hell is happening?” You insist.

Pepper comes skipping back, taking your hand once again and starts leading you out of the tent. Salty follows.

You were beyond confused. One second you’re on you’re death bed, or should you say death wheel and now you’re being lead back to Jimmy’s trailer.

Oh god, were they going to kill you in his trailer? Maybe you can make a run for it?

They lead you into his trailer, helping you sit on the bed. Pepper grabs the blanket that was near you, handing it to you as Salty grabs a pillow.

“I don’t… I don’t understand.” You speak, dropping the pillow Salty gave you to the side.

“S…. safe! Safe!” Pepper says excitedly. Salty and her jump around the trailer, giggling.

They stop when the door swings open, revealing Paul. “Hey, Y/N. Are yo—“

“What’s going on?” You ask. You said that phrase a lot today, it seemed like you only knew those three words.

He hesitates for a moment, moving the pillow beside you to take seat. He shushes Pepper and Salty, turning to you.

“You didn’t kill Ethel.”

“I know that. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you guys.” You snap, almost feeling bad when Paul slightly flinches. He frowns.

“I know and we’re taking care of them.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “Taking care of who?”

“Elsa and Richard… or Stanley.”

“What are you guys doing to them—“

“Jimmy said not to tell ya.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. You had the largest headache, from all the yelling, pleading, spinning… so much has happened and it hadn’t even been an hour since you woke up.

You stand up, almost falling from how dizzy you were.

“Hey, where ar—“ Paul starts, reaching out to you.

“I need to pee.” You mumble, backing away. You stumble to the bathroom, slamming the door as you slide against it to the ground.

You were confused, hurt, dizzy and exhausted all at the same time. It’s crazy how they just believed anything they heard, believing that you actually killed Ethel. And the fact that Jimmy— your boyfriend who is supposed to love and support you just believed them? Without no proof? Without even talking to you? He was supposed to trust and defend you. And everybody else? They just simply believed their lies. You have done so much for everybody, and they all just sit there and watch you almost get killed.

Nice to know they would most likely throw you under the bus if something like this happened again.

“Baby?” You hear, along with a knock.

You didn’t realize how long you were in the bathroom, zoning out as thoughts flooded your mind.

“Y/N?” You hear Jimmy speak from the other side of the door. The doorknob shakes. “I’m so sorry.”

You stay silent, bringing your knees up to your chest.

“Baby? Can you please come out? O-or let me in?” He says, trying the doorknob once again.

You stare at the window. You knew you were right when you first saw Jimmy Darling. He is just like any other guy, only wanting one thing and willing to throw you under the bus.

“Please? I can explain everything, I promise sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.”

You get up, cautiously moving to the window while looking at the door. It could open any minute. You climb on top of the toilet, opening the window but stopping when it creeks.

“Y/N?”

Opening the rest of the window slowly, you peek your head out to make sure the coast was clear before somehow climbing out. The window was kind of small and only opened to a certain point.

You climb out head first, falling to the ground with a groan. Still, you get up. You look around, hearing Jimmy’s faint voice coming from the inside of his trailer before making a run to the main road.

[marchsfreakshow]

Stubbornness {Kyle Spencer x Reader}

You're just trying to help Kyle, he wants to prove he's not so helpless. Zoe is more help than you are though.

Kinda angsty and short :p

Your Perspective

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"No! No No!" Kyle had shouted over and over. It scared me slightly. I didn't know what was happening. He was about to throw his iPad down before Zoe rushed in and grabbed his arms. It immediately calmed him down. He had this look in his eyes once he saw Zoe. It was like the world stopped for her. I hated it. I had a feeling everyone knew since Nan was clairvoyant but denied everything she said.

"Y/N, you okay?" She asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I just smiled and nodded, but Zoe didn't catch on. "I'm sorry, Kyle isn't always like this, you know that."

"no, it's fine. Honestly." An obvious lie, but Zoe just nodded and left. I started to pick up everything that had been broken, mainly some glass before Kyle took my hands. "Hey Kyle, it's alright. I'm s-"

"I'm sorry." He managed to get out. His hands were so soft, and it made me smile holding them. "Not...helpless." I nodded slowly letting him talk, but I sat us on the bed so it was more comfy.

"I'm sorry if I made you upset Kyle." I just said, staring at our hands. There was a soft tension, unlike the regular tension there usually is around the house. This house of witches. It feels wrong for me to be here sometimes. But Kyle was there, and we helped each other. He was wrong, my type of wrong. It just tugged at my heartstrings when I see him with Zoe.

My fingers traced the light veins of his hands that might not even be his, distracted. Kyle must have seen that I was distracted since he lowered his head to meet my eyes. "Y/N?" He asked, softly, making me look up. "It's..okay. Zoe and you are good."

I just sat there for a second, deciphering what he said before smiling again and hugging him close, feeling safe holding him and making sure no one else hurt him. So why did I still feel jealousy? It pained me to see Kyle and Zoe together every time. The way they looked at each other, and how he smiled at her, how she kept him safe. I wanted that. I wanted to help him, so he could help me. His smile while being around her, made me feel angry, but I pushed it down for my best friend. "Stubborn."

"Huh?"

"You're stubborn."

"Did Madison say that to you?" I chuckled. We had somehow moved into a cuddling position, but he didn't seem uncomfortable with it at all he looked as if Madison tried to cuddle him. But he shook his head, looking down at me. His eyes had that same shine. It felt wrong. To want to let him kiss me, but it just seemed like he also wanted to kiss me.

That's why he called me stubborn. Because I wanted him so bad, but I denied it for months and months because he is so happy with Zoe, and Zoe is the best version of herself around him. The quiet tension still hung in the air, and nothing felt right. Our eyes danced around, and Kyle moved his hand from my waist to my chin. Was he going to give in? I didn't want him to, I'd lose my best friend at crush at the same time.

"Love,,y-you."

"I know you do Kyle, I love you too."

Kyle shook his head again. Oh. He meant it like that. I let out an awkward giggle as I just moved my head down to his chest and leaned on him. Instead of pushing it, he placed a kiss on my head, rubbing my back gently as he did so.

[her-favorite]

Pre-death Kyle and fem! reader fluff where reader is very insecure and finds comfort in Kyle and so has her very first kiss with him? Pls & ty.

(Pre-death) Kyle Spencer x F!Reader

Summary: reader is very insecure and finds comfort in Kyle and so has her very first kiss with him

Warnings: self-hate, kyle being adorable as usual, short-more of a blurb

a/n: im so in love with this beautiful man - i kind of went a little off with it, i made them dating already in this, but i tried to make it up by them confessing their love to each other!

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You stood in front of your mirror, your eyes raking over your body. The dress you wore hugged your body in all the ways you didn’t want it to. Your eyes watered as you stared at yourself, hand covering your mouth as a sob almost ripped from your throat.

You had plans about going to a party with Kyle tonight. He was going to pick you up any minute now, but you couldn’t bring your mind out of the fog it was in.

Your hands traced down your body, touching every mark, dip, and every imperfection on it. Your eyes became bloodshot as you dove more into your negative thoughts.

There were so many things you wished you could change, but you knew you couldn’t. Some times you wonder how you could’ve gotten with Kyle. He was a god and you felt like the dirt that he should walk on.

Inspecting every little thing about yourself was never a good idea. You stood there and fixated on each and every gross thing you see about yourself and it makes you feel even worse. Some times you think you do it on purpose.

While you were caught up in your own thoughts, your mind blocked out the sound of your door opening. You fool around with your clothes and your hair, freezing when you see curls of blonde hair behind you in the mirror. Your heart races, knowing that now he’s here, you’re going to have to leave for the party.. and you’re not sure if you’re up for that.

“Hey, baby!” He smiles, walking you behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You tense, waiting for the criticism that you give yourself.

Kyle notices your reaction, loosening his grip slightly, but never truly letting go of you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He curves his head around yours, his eyes looking at you from your right. Your eyes shoot to the floor, playing with your fingers. His hands move to your hips, squeezing. “Is everything okay?” He turns you around, hand coming up to cup your cheek. He tilts your head up, making you look at him. He saw the tears in your eyes, immediately wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into a hug. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He whispered, his right hand combing through your hair and resting his cheek against your head.

“I feel so ugly.” You cry, your hands gripping the back of his letterman jacket. You feel him tense this time, his hands moving to cup both of your cheeks. He pulls you away from his chest gently, leaning down slightly to get eye level with you.

“Nothing, nothing, is ugly about you. You are truly the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Every time that you walk into a room, you make me ten times happier. Not only are you beautiful, but so is your personality. You can be sweet, cute, mean,” you let out a breathy laugh at his description, making Kyle’s smile wider. “And that’s why i fell in love with you.” Your eyes widen, looking up at him, seeing his nervous smile and his beautiful brown eyes. “The first time that I saw you, i knew that i had to be with you in some sort of way. Ever since the day we first talked, i couldn’t get you off of my mind. You occupy my thoughts every second of every day. And I love you with everything that I have in my heart.”

You stood still at his confession, letting all of it soak in. Your eyes switched between both of his, collecting your own words. His mouth opened slightly, ready to apologize or nervously ramble, but you pressed your lips to his. You cupped his sculpted face in your hands, putting all of your emotions into the kiss.

Once you broke away, you both smiled widely, Kyle’s hands that were on your waist, bringing you as close as possible to him. “I’m taking that as an ‘I love you too’?” You let out a breath, nodding quickly in response.

“I love you, Kyle.” You admit out loud, bringing his head down to press his forehead against yours. “I love you so much.”

[hatelangdon]

Omg just read your fav genre is whump and i literally never seen any whump blog for American Horror Story, lol...

As someone who is also obsessed with AHS and whump myself, can i possibly request a whump story for Kit Walker inside Briarcliff pls? That poor babe just suffered so much in there, but i gotta say i just love the dramatics 🤭

Tysm, I'd really appreciate that!

Fragile

Kit Walker x Fem!reader ✩ 1.2K words

Summary: Dr Arden was never a merciful man, Kit soon became an interest of his. Someone needs to extend him some kindness and nurse him back to health.

Angst, Hurt-comfort, semi-fluff

**Not proofread and probably an insane amount of commas and other errors but it'll be aight.

Warnings: (🚨 Talks about infected wounds, fever, bruising, medical abuse, Mental abuse, physical abuse, asylums, bleeding, and time period inaccuracies probably 🚨)

(A/n: Kitson, my angel, my beloved. I hate hurting him but I love the angst. Thanks for the request I didn't know what kind of whump you were interested in so I tried to combine all aspects 🤭 I was gonna k!ll him but I was feeling nice)

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You and Kit weren't too different from each other, both convicted on crimes you did not commit.

Female hysteria. That's what they call it when a woman was too smart, so a man locks her up to keep her quiet.

This was a cruelty that was extended to you by your own husband.

Kit was thrown in on convictions of murder, bloody face is what they called him. People wanted someone to pin a string of murders on, it was a convincing smear campaign that even you believed at first.

 But as you got to know kit as a person, as you got to know his heart, you realized he could never be capable of inflicting so much pain, especially on a woman. His character proved his innocence.

A friendship blossomed quickly between the two of you, and a delicate love that remained unspoken. It communicated itself through stolen glances and kind words

It was something just for you two to understand.

Kit was always a gentle and kind man. He always stood up for what he believed was right which is what often got him in trouble, he was too headstrong.

It had been three days since the last time you saw him, he had been dragged away by the guards for “inciting a fight” after some pervert had tried to grope one of the newer patients without her consent, you were hoping that he had just been bent over sister Jude’s knee and caned a few times, although she was harsh she sometimes had an understanding side to her

but alas, Kit hadn't returned.

That was until today, when kit was dropped off in the community room completely unraveled from his usual charming self. His eyes were glassy and seemed to stare into a void, and his body was scuffed, scraped, and bruised all over.

“Maybe that fried some sense into you walker” The guard chuckled as he dropped kit’s limp body onto the floor right in front of the couch where you sat.

You felt your throat tighten as the tears welled up in your eyes. You kneeled down to comfort him.

Immediately you pushed his hair back, your hands gentle and forgiving against his damaged skin, you could see where the metal from the shock therapy had burned him, he must've been under it for a while. His cheeks were flushed and feverish, his breaths shallow, you could tell it was hard for him to breathe from the way he winced as his chest rose and fell, the bruises on his back made you wince, the purple wounds spread across the sides like an angel that had its wings clipped.

He leaned into your touch, scanning your face like he was trying to remember who you were, if you were kind or if you would also cause him pain. His eyes were empty and lacked their usual warmth he tried to speak to you, his attempted words becoming sobs when he noticed how you were looking at him. How you pitied him.

"y/n-" he started, his voice hoarse.

“You’re gonna be okay kit, you gotta be okay. Can you walk? I can help you, but I need to get you out of here," You shushed him

He nodded, holding onto your shoulders.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling a wet spot as you pressed your abdomens together.

You looked down...Kit was bleeding, a lot.

",we're going to our special place, okay? I stored some of my things in there"

There was a small storage closet hidden away in the corner that was accessible just down the hall, it was empty except for a couple of desks and chairs from when Briarcliff used to be a school. You and Kit would usually sneak off to smoke together and talk about what you would do when you finally got out of this hellhole.

Since you were technically a non-violent case you weren't searched as thoroughly when you arrived, In school you had received a bit of nursing training, you knew Briarcliff could be rough, you heard the stories and rumours, so you brought a first aid kit in your bags and stored it away the first day you were allowed in the common room.

You two took small unsuspecting steps towards the room making sure that the guards were not looking, as you slipped into the closet, closing the door behind you. 

“Kitson, I'm going to put you down OK?” you warned him

He nodded as you gently lowered him onto the cold ground. He winced feeling the pressure against his bruised back. 

You pulled the first aid kit from its hiding place in one of the desks. It was complete with some gauze pads, rubbing alcohol, a spray disinfectant, rags, medical grade needle and thread, and and a roll of bandages.

 You rolled up his shirt to examine the site of the bleeding, he had been practically cut in half and badly stitched up. The wound was jagged and puffy, it was definitely infected or on its way to being.

"It was Arden," Kit managed to speak up, tears falling from his eyes as he tried to catch his breath "If this takes me, you gotta tell 'em it was Arden." He cried out

"I won't let you die Kit, i'm going to save you," you tried to sound confident, for both of your sakes. You pulled one of the rags out and folded it into a thick square, placing it in between his teeth "This is going to hurt angel, you're gonna want something to bite down on."

He obliged, fully trusting you and biting down.

"Just keep breathing, it'll be over before you know it."

He looked up at you wide eyed as you shook the can of wound wash.

"3....2...1" with that, you sprayed the wound down.

Kit struggled against it, immediately crying out, his face turning bright red as the stinging engulfed his body in what felt like the fires of hell, pure agony.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's to stop the infection. The hard part is over!" You graced him with a kiss to the forehead, as he sobbed.

You covered it in some gauze, applying slight pressure to soak up the fluids of the wound, before gently wrapping his abdomen in bandages to keep it safe from further harm.

"We'll have to change this out in a couple of days instead of everyday. We don't want to run out" you sighed, removing the rag from kit's teeth.

He was still in massive amounts of pain from all of his injuries, the road to recovery would be difficult.

After laying there for a couple of minutes, while you cupped his face, gently rubbing his tears away with your thumb and cooing to him, he spoke up.

"...Arden says I got two days to recover. Then he's gonna continue his research." He swallowed, his tears falling rapidly.

"That's not going to happen, my love," You pressed his hand to your lips ever so gently "save your strength, the rumours of a tunnel to the outside are true, and I know exactly how we can get through them."

Kit looked into your eyes, a glimmer of hope shining. He even managed a small smile.

"I believe in you doll, I always have. I always will."