#american+horror+story

[luv4divineruler]

well needed sleep

request: hiii, can i request a fluffy one shot with Kai? thank you 🥰❤️

absolutely! though the ending is definitely ass lmao

MOVED TO @spectr3inl0ve

Prompts: angst 35, fluff 41 and 60 (bolded)

contains ⚠️: soft!kai anderson x fem!reader, kai being unusually sweet, like half an ounce of angst

“Order to go for Y/N!” the server behind the counter called, placing a bag of food onto it. “That’s me!” you called, moving forward to grab the brown bag, thanking the server. you exited the Butchery On Main and got into your little silver car, carefully placing the food on the floor of the passenger side. the stars in the night sky winked at you as you looked up at them through the windshield. you whipped out your phone, dialing your boyfriends number. you balance you phone on you thigh as you start the car. the sound of the phone ringing filled the silence as you drove to kais house. After a few more rings, he picks up. “hey baby, i picked up some food from ally’s restaurant for you.” you said in a cheery voice, “okay.” kai said, a roughness to his voice that wasnt there a few days ago. as you stopped at a red light, you asked, “kai? are you okay? you sound-” you were cut off by kai hanging up. frowning, you turned the radio on. it wasnt unusual for kai to hang up on you without saying bye, but it still slightly surprised you every time.

you pull into the andersons driveway, quietly humming to yourself as you take the key out of the ignition, shutting the radio and lights off. you grab the bag and open the car door, walking to the front door. after you let yourself in, you check the kitchen and dining room for kai. you stood in the dining room, sighing as you set the food down. kai wasnt there, he was probably in the basement though.

“kai?” you called out as you made your way down the narrow steps of the basement staircase. “in here,” you heard kai call back, his voice still rough. at the bottom of the staircase, you saw kai slouched against the couch, arms by his side, head thrown back and eyes looking up at the ceiling. you made your way over to him, plonking down next to him. he didnt look at you, not even when you put a hand on his thigh. “are you okay?” you ask. kai was never not doing something. he lifted his head to face you, his eyes furrowing. he looked terrible; violet and black hues under his dark eyes. when he didnt respond, you asked again, “kai, are you okay?”. His eyebrows furrowed further.

“do these dark circles under my eyes say nothing to you about how im doing?”

you bite your lip, as you remove your hand from his thigh and loop your fingers through his own, looking down. “im going to assume you havent had dinner?” you hesitated, to which kai nodded. “Okay, the foods upstairs, want me to bring it down?”

Kai slightly frowned and shook his head. “soo do you wanna go upstairs with me then?” you gestured to the stairs. “no.” kai huffed. “so what then?” you mused, finding his slight difficultness amusing. “im not hungry, Bunny.” the blue-haired man sighed, turning his head to face the other way.

“what? kai, you need to eat something.”

“but im not hungry,”

“i dont care, kai”

“whatever, im too tired to eat anyways.”

“well you need to eat something before you sleep.”

“no i dont.”

“fine, let me bring you to your room at least.”

you stood up, your hand still holding his. with a sigh of defeat, he heaved himself up, his posture noticeably sluggish. you led him up the stairs and to his room, easing the door open before almost dragging him inside. you hadnt bothered to turn on the light, and as soon as he reached the closest side of the bed, he climbed into it, groaning sleepily. when he found a comfy position to lay in, you kissed him on the cheek before exiting. just as you made it to the door, you heard kai say something in a muffled voice. “hm?” you turned around to face his bed. “come here. i cant sleep.” you sighed, walking back over to his side. you crouched down so you could view his face, though it was no use due to the lack of light. “You havent even tried,” you giggled. kai moved over to the other side of the bed, dragging you with him. “kai!” you laugh, trying to pull away from his arms trapping you to his chest. “sleep here tonight. please?” he mumbles, drowsiness making his words slur a bit. “but-” you start to protest, “its like you dont even love me,” kai teases, pouting in exaggeration. "i cant sleep without you. i need my personal body heater and cuddles." he says softly. defeated, you drape your arms around his waist. “fine.” you mumble back, looking up, your heart warming when you find him already looking into yours. “i love you. you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” you tell him. kai hums back contently, closing his eyes. he pulls you impossibly closer, kissing the top of your head before slowly drifting into a well-needed slumber.

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lady gaga and finn wittrock behind the scenes of ahs: hotel

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[louisbxne]

black vampires + witches

akasha, queen of the damned (2002)

louis & claudia, interview with the vampire (2022-)

tara thorton, true blood (2008-2014)

blade, blade (1998)

marcel gerard, the originals (2013-2018)

sarah fox, my babysitter's a vampire (2011-2012)

alex & camryn, twitches (2005)

rochelle zimmerman, the craft (1996)

bonnie bennett, the vampire diaries (2009-2017)

vincent griffith, the originals (2013-2018)

marie laveau, american horror story (2011-)

macy vaughn, charmed (2018-2022)

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AHS 🔪

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[alilgayblog]

NICO GREETHAM as Zinn

American Horror Stories (s1e04)

[luv4divineruler]

soft(ish)!kai anderson x fem!reader

MOVED TO @spectr3inl0ve

synopsis: after a day at the beach with friends u greet kai in the basement, and kiss his cheek, lipstick smudging. however, when u reach into ur bag for a makeup wipe to clean his face, he stops u.

authors note: supposed to be quick but oh well! also if u have any ideas for me please send an ask :))

contains ⚠️: soft kai?

"bye Y/N!" one of your friend calls to you from their shiny red car as you walk up kais driveway. "bye! i had so much fun with you guys!" you call back, smiling as you wave. searching for the copy of the key to the front door that kai had given you, you hear your friends drive away, music leaking out of the open windows. smiling to yourself at the thought of seeing your boyfriend, you unlock the door and head inside, quietly closing the door behind you; kai didnt like loud noises disturbing him while he worked.

after putting your used beach towel in the laundry basket, still in your bikini and shorts and clutching your large handbag (courtesy of kai), you silently make your way down to the basement. as you opened the door kais rapid typing came to a halt, his head turning to see who it was. his mouth was set in a hard line, eyebrows furrowed, but when he realised it was you, his expression softened. he turned back to his laptop, the assault on his keyboard returning. when he didnt tell you to leave, you walked up to him, placing your handbag onto the table where he sat. it was also the very same table he held his pinky power sessions. "hey kai," you greet warmly, smiling. his eyes averted to your arms and shoulders, taking in your sunburnt shoulder blades (sorry if u dont get sunburnt). "hi Lamb, you should be more careful in the sun." he said, his voice monotonous. frowning, you say, "I'm fine, Kai, really." leaning in to kiss his cheek.

he tried his best to hide it, but you still felt the ghost of a smile pull at his lips. you drew back, and admire the stain that your lipstick (whatever colour you choose) left. pleased, you put one hand on the back of his neck, the other cupping his chin. you leaned in to repeatedly kiss his cheek, covering a different spot each time. kai hadnt stopped typing away at his keyboard but, he didnt tell you to stop either. once you were satisfied with the art you made on the side of his face, you pulled away though your hands remained. your boyfriend looked at you curiously, failing to determine what you were trying to do. you hesitated, before giving him a quick, soft kiss on his pretty lips.

kai had stopped working, his full attention on you. the kisses on his cheek had used up all most of your lipstick, leaving nothing but a faint shine on his mouth. you reached into your bag for a makeup wipe. as you searched your bag, kais hand flew to the wrist that rummaged through it. confused, you quickly looked to him, waiting for him to say something. he simply shook his head, murmuring something. "what was that, kai?" you said softly, your hands dropping to your sides. “i said i love you.” he repeated, more firmly. surprised, you blushed and fought back a smile as you said, “i love you too.”.

“i know, Angel.” was all he said as his gaze returned to his too-bright screen, and resumed tapping away at his keyboard.

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so excited!!

🝮 made by me 🝮

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

More of Stanley's sketchbook because he makes me sick /pos

(Just imagine he was looking in a mirror at the subway to draw this anshfhwj. The london bus ticket is unrelated, it's just a random knick knack he had lying around<3)

People weren't the only ones Stan met on the streets.

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+ this is an absolute fucking batshit WILD oneshot I initially wrote for these drawings that got WAY out of hand, if you feel like reading that.

The oneshot below is a stand-alone now, and in no way is related to the drawings above, but I just wanted to show you guys because Jesus Christ

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Winter of 1981, at a subway station Stan doesn't remember the name of-

The sorry excuse of a transport system that this hellhole of a city called a functioning subway was hardly anyone's first choice of a warm place to stay the night. And yet, here Stanley was; standing like an idiot in the middle of a small bustling stairwell that led down to the full screeching chaos of a train stop on a Tuesday evening. A rowdy crowd of exhausted office workers streamed out like a tidal wave from the entrance of the station, the bustle of their footsteps all too eager to go home and relax after a long day of work.

The faint, stuffy stench of old piss and sweat followed the crowd to the surface from the deep depths of a less than sanitary and overcrowded train station. The pungent smell intermingled with the crisp stinging winter air in a cocktail of shitty city gloom often associated with this time of the year; when the holidays were too far away and the sun seemed to come and go with practically the same 9 to 5 schedule as the workers had, leaving them going to work in the pitch dark and coming back out in the inky black as well.

He might have looked like he belonged there, depending on how one would want to look at it. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of prim, pressed suits and neart uniforms. His ratty old jacket and generally unwashed appearance certainly didn’t help his case, but he also knew that stations like these also tended to shelter quite a number of homeless wanderers like him, especially during the winter. So, it wasn't exactly uncommon to see other sore thumbs seeking reprieve from the biting cold and the dangerous likelihood of frostbite from within the enclosed walls of the subway station.

Heck, if most of these underground kingdoms didn't also happen to be a breeding ground for several illicit activities, he might even have followed their lead. But, believe it or not, Stanley's already had enough experience with illegal activities to last him a last time, and he isn't looking for a new fill. He was satisfied with what meager shelter his trusty car offered him, as little a difference it might make in terms of safety.

Stanley's obstruction of the already narrow stairs with his loitering went unappreciated, as shoulders roughly shoved past him and swinging briefcases repeatedly bumped into his sides, usually coupled with a nasty glare and a snide comment or two. He paid them no mind, however. He wasn't here to start a fight with some random bum with a dead end job, as much as he thought it would probably do them both some good to duke their stresses out on one another.

The hours ticked by with wave after wave of new crowds being dropped off by a train and left to pour out of the station into the streets. By the time the streetlights turned on and the pale pink in the sky slowly faded to make way for the stark glittery black of the night sky, the tide of people had slowed to a trickle and rush hour was long since over. He was now the stairs’ sole occupier, with a few occasional stragglers stumbling up the steps and hurrying past him without a second glance.

Stanley did not move from his spot, however. He stood resolutely in the middle of the stairway, fervently rubbing his arms and stamping his feet in a futile attempt to try and regain feeling in his extremities as he waited. Rocking on his heels, he titled his head backwards to let his eyes roam the constellations that carpeted the endless expanse of the sky stretched out above his head, almost losing himself in the scintillating canvas of stars.

It reminded him of old times; of the sparkling beach sand twinkling in the dim moonlight, and the soft sound of lilting waves hovering in the background as he lay back on the cold wooden deck of his ship and watched the stars dance.

He still remembered every name his brother had once recited to him time and time again as he pointed out each star and galaxy from the night sky.

Then, like clockwork, he was broken out of his reveries by a telltale meow coming from below. The sound was a familiar blanket that immediately melted away the tension that had begun to build in his chest as he practically sagged with relief.

His body moved almost automatically as he leaned down to detach the frail tabby cat that was attempting to literally fuse with his legs, purring up a storm and rubbing her head against his pants as though her life depended on it. The cat gave a soft chirrup of dissatisfaction at being manhandled, which Stanley absentmindedly replied with a chiding click of his tongue as he lifted her up his chest and gently tucked her into his jacket in a practiced motion.

She thankfully remained blissfully limp in his grasp as he shifted around some more so that she was nestled comfortably inside the dark pocket of warmth inside his ratty jacket. The tiny warm lump that rumbled contently against his front radiated with heat, and his fingers finally began to feel like actual fingers rather than useless stiff frigid lumps of meat and bone attached to his palms.

A pointed cough startled him from his clumsy wriggling to get the cat to settle down. An oddly familiar security guard stood at the entrance of the station at the bottom of the stairs, leveling Stanley an unimpressed look with the metal gate in his grip already halfway closed, ready to seal the subway for the night. He must have been a comical sight; caught awkwardly bent over while trying to get his newly acquired cat to stop kneading biscuits on his stomach, with said cat peeking out from the gap between his collars.

Stanley faintly recognized the guard. He was a much older man, with a shock of thinning white hair neatly tucked underneath a dark blue cap and a strange depth in his eyes that reminded Stanley of the sea; with countless unspoken truths lurking far beneath the surface, but no less grand and knowing of all that the universe had to offer, as though he had already lived a thousand lives before this one.

He had seen the man around before, at another station, doing the opposite of his job by ushering stray buskers and homeless stragglers from the streets and into the (relatively) safe walls of the subway, instead of doing what any other law-abiding security guard would do and kick them out into the elements. He wasn't sure what the older man was doing here, of all places, since all the previous stations he'd seen the man at had been several states over, practically on the other side of the country.

A brief spark of panic shot through his spine at the thought that this man could be following him, but he quickly discarded the ridiculous notion as soon as it entered his mind. He had never even seen him before, and hardly ever even interacted with him; there was no reason for there to be any sort of bad blood between them. Unless he happened to be related to one of Stanley's many, many enemies, then perhaps his fear was a little warranted.

However, the old guard made no move to attack or do anything other than stare judgmentally, almost expectantly. For the first time in a long time, Stanley felt like a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. He tried his best to keep his uncomfortable squirming to a minimum under the unrelenting gaze, stubbornly returning the man's gaze with his own wary glare. His cat’s muffled whining came from inside his jacket. The traitor, she was leaving him to deal with the old man on his own.

With an exasperated jerk of his head, the security guard gestured towards the inside of the station. For a moment, Stanley stared dumbly, uncomprehending of what the old man could possibly want from him. Rolling his eyes, this time the man gestured more insistently at the small gap that still remained between the metal gate and the entrance, his arm sweeping the air in a low arc as he dramatically urged Stanley inside. Suddenly, it clicked, and Stanley shook his head.

“I have a car,” he said plainly, his voice echoing loudly in the desolate silence of the winter night that surrounded the unlikely pair.

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, it wasn't as though he was lying. He did have a car, his trusty Stanley-mobile was parked safely away in the corner of an unassuming alley that wasn't often frequented by anyone. There was no way he was reaching it tonight, though; it was practically on the other side of the city, much too far away for him to arrive at a reasonable time. His nightly excursions to meet his small friend unfortunately left him with no other choice than to leave his car behind, the hunk of metal far too unwieldy and noticeable to drive around openly on the streets. He never knew who could be watching, after all.

He had simply been hoping to find himself a dark corner to tuck himself into with his cat, just for the night, but it seemed as though the universe had other plans. Or rather, this strange old man had other plans.

Although, if Stanley thought about it, the subway wasn't such a bad suggestion. This was one of the safer stations in the city; and with the rich neighborhoods being so close by, no rogue criminal or dealers dared to come near this area unless they wanted to be slapped with a hefty fine or face a higher potential to be arrested. And of course, there was the obvious shelter from the unrelenting cold that now seemed to permeate his bones, even with the purring warmth that was nestled inside his jacket.

So, that was how he found himself hunkering down for the night inside a shabby old subway station, with a satisfied cat still rumbling away against his chest and a strange old security guard locking down the gates behind him. The man said nothing as he hooked his keys back onto his belt and gave a firm pat on Stanley's shoulders as he walked past him, pausing to scratch his cat behind her ears before moving away. His footsteps bounced off of the grimy tiled walls with an odd reverb as he turned a corner.

“You'll be safe in here,” the man said, voice sage and gravelly. The words had a weight to them, and seemed to hang in the air with such a presence it was as though the old man had never even left his side.

The subway was empty, quiet. It was such a stark contrast to the loud rowdiness of the rush hour crowd these halls once held. Stanley hadn't yet registered the utter silence of the station as he aimlessly made his way down the winding, deserted halls of the ancient station. He mindlessly walked past the aged and peeling advertising posters plastered on the walls, his nose becoming accustomed to the stinging stench of the subway. The quiet seemed to swallow the sound of his steps as he explored the branching paths and endless tunnels. They were almost kaleidoscopic, dizzying, nonsensical. There were doors where there shouldn't be, and deadends where it didn't make sense.

The silence only began to truly settle in his bones the more he walked. He suddenly wished that he would head the telltale footsteps of the old security guard again, just to hear another sign of life in this underground hellscape other than himself. The ghostly memories of screeching trains and bustling crowds haunted the halls; now, only nothingness reigned supreme. He glanced down at his small feline companion, who slumbered away against his chest, blissfully unaware of his jackrabbiting heartbeat threatening to burst out of his ribs. The silence seemed to permeate every inch of space and crush the air out of his lungs. He couldn't breathe.

Stanley’s steps grew faster, more frantic as the walls and ceilings seemed to close in on him. They grew smaller, tighter; squeezing, trapping. He hardly even registered his cat's complaints as she was jostled around in his grasp, breaking into a full out run. His breathing sounded loud, too loud, and the world was collapsing around him.

When he finally broke out into a large, open platform, he could finally breathe again. He had arrived at the tracks, the empty tunnel where the trains would pass an empty, gaping maw in the wall that seemed to swallow all light around it and beckon him closer. He felt his cat wriggle out from within his jacket and hop out with a displeasured yowl, scampering away and disappearing behind a corner much like the old man had. True silence pierced his ears and thrummed like a deafening pressure in his temples. He was alone.

Stanley was stuck in that subway station for years.

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