#frankenkyle x reader

[marchsfreakshow]

Sis…I suddenly am thinking of Kyle learning how to speak again and his nickname for you is Mama…he likes to whisper it against your neck 😫

Sis you're literally the smartest person ever oh my god??

You have big brain.

He's just cuddling you close after some aftercare, under the blanket and he nuzzles against your neck. Arm around your front as you place some soft kisses against his forehead. You can hear him mutter "love, love you mama."

"I love you more Kyle.." You muttered back against his head, letting him fall asleep in your arms for the night.

Augghh I'm gonna think about this forever thank u💜

[kaiscumsock]

kyle spencer i miss you 🫶

[drowningyoursorrow]

PROM SONG (GONE WRONG)

(pre-death) kyle spencer x gn! reader

summary. - you always saw him in the hallways of the university the two of you shared, finding him cute. eventually your shared looks you both exchanged, turned into something more meaningful. w/c. - 3.1k

| heads up ! swearing, kissing, violence

YOU didn't enjoy much of what you were doing in the university you were attending. The dorm you were staying in was actually quite depressing, and you refused to join a house, eventually beginning to regret it. Maybe joining one would've expanded your social circle because all you do now is go to your classes, study, then do nothing. You already hardly slept, solely because the all-nighters that you believed were "useful" just got you accustomed to being awake. Which meant you surprisingly had a lot of free-time, and what did you do with that freedom?

Nothing. Well, not entirely nothing, sometimes you'd wander around in the halls acting as if you were going somewhere. Just to get a glimpse of him, Kyle Spencer, Tulane University's Kappa Lambda Gamma golden boy. You were sure that everybody had eyes for him, he was a sweetheart and honestly, there weren't many of those around. Hoping that he never caught on to you magically encountering you in the hallways.

Obviously, you never talked to him, he was always surrounded by big groups and girls. That was too much attention to draw to yourself, and you would prefer to keep yourself hidden. You had a small pattern with your routine, you'd work, eat, wander the halls to see Kyle, then go relax somewhere. Occasionally it was a coffee shop nearby, or sometimes just the library. You weren't that creative with your locations, but it was quiet wherever you went, so who cares?

You had just finished a short essay for one of your classes, that drained you entirely, and you even missed your scheduled meal. But the one thing you couldn't miss, was your scouting. So since you're already going to be out, might as well just get a glimpse then eat while you're at it. Quickly fixing yourself up, you headed out and on your walk to the coffee shop, you saw him. But this time, this time was different, usually he never picked up on you passing by.

So, it caught you extremely off guard when he paused his mini stride and looked at you. It was brief, and you wished you were hallucinating, but he actually scanned you. With his eyes. Totally unbelievable, out of instinct of the sudden look, you unconsciously gave a WTF face. And instant regret washed through you, immediately turning away and basically began to haul ass away from him.

You made it to the coffee shop and you just kind of sat at a booth, not ordering anything, just processing. Processing that, you kind of gave a disgusted look to your crush, up-front. Groaning, you shoved your face into your hands, you didn't really feel hungry anymore, just embarrassed. You recollected yourself and made your way back to your dorm, wallowing in your shame. He probably thought that you were judging him, him of all people.

You didn't bother changing into something more comfortable, too lazy at the moment. So you just crashed into your mattress, hitting your head on the wall as you did. That was perfect for ending your day. You laid restless as you thought of how he might have interpreted that moment, scared for some reason. As drowsiness eventually consumed you, you hoped that was just a one time thing.

You were wrong, entirely, you should never hope for anything again, ever. Because as the days passed, and you did your scouting, it began to worry you, that he may have caught on to what you were doing. Whenever the two of you crossed paths, he looked your way, and sometimes even tried to speak to you. But your cowardly self would pretend not to hear him and speed walk straight to the coffee shop. To save yourself from embarrassment, you decided to try to stop this unusual ritual you had.

So, today you took a different route, a longer route, just to avoid him and not seem like a total creep. Hoping this would save your ass from him and his frat brothers remarks about you. You stalled in an abandoned hallway until you felt that it was long enough that he wouldn't be nearby. Shamefully, you made your way to your designated spot, ordering a quick drink and sitting in a corner booth. It felt odd not doing what you've always done, but maybe this was better for your attempts at trying not to be stalkerish.

You were scrolling on social media as you heard sort of loud voices make its way near the coffee shop. Then silence, a muffled goodbye, then a welcome from one of the workers. Nosily, you sipped your coffee as you peered up from the cup, then you saw him. Spitting out your drink and coughing profusely as you looked down. And then you heard a snicker, a laugh that was too giddy, a laugh that makes you mad and happy at the same time in your pain.

Then you felt a patting on your back, and you know it's him because nobody but him would help someone choking from a liquid. Awkwardly, you just mutter a small "thank you," not really knowing what to do or say. "You're welcome, I'm sorry that I laughed, it was abrupt and kind of hilarious." He sat across from you and just talked to you, for hours, you didn't introduce yourselves. You two didn't need to and all you did was listen, you listened to what he had to say and he listened back.

He's seen you in the hallways, he always has, but he didn't want anyone to tease him in front of you. That would be embarrassing, nobody wants to talk to someone that gets teased over something like that. It wasn't middle school, so, he would try to not acknowledge you, and eventually he decided to take the routes you did too, by himself. In hopes for a chance to speak to you or something, he didn't really plan it out, he just hoped you two would say hi and fall in love. And his plan failed, a lot, because it felt like you began to avoid him whenever he tried to reach out.

It bummed him out, yeah, but he wasn't going to give up and so whenever you didn't take your shared route. He was confused, this was the only place he ever saw you, so finding you to try to actually make a move, was going to be difficult. But he can remember a few times when he had seen you sitting by yourself in the coffee shop. And this time he was determined he was going to speak to you, so he pushed away his nerves and on the way there. He was trying to think of anything that would help his situation, corny pickup lines, pretending to be smart, or even inviting you to a party.

He didn't really want to do the last option since you didn't seem like the type, and he didn't want to sound obnoxious. But when he was brainstorming, someone came up to him, and he was trying not to lose focus of what he was thinking about. And they were a talker, a loud one. Generally he was patient and listened, but right now was not the time, so when he finally made it to the café. He breathed a sigh of relief and said his goodbyes to the person.

Not wanting to see like a creep, he just decided to order something and not awkwardly stand around looking for you. But once he got his order, he heard an immediate series of coughing. It was you. And you were choking on something that wasn't solid, wow? He accidentally let out a laugh as he processed it, but he was ultimately worried.

So he hurriedly placed his drink on the counter and made his way toward you, patting your back in a way to soothe the pain. Which didn't really make sense, but he was in the moment.

You both realized that this was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally talk, so Kyle reacted on his instinct. He sat down across from you and decided to just go with it, he talked, since you looked you didn't have much to say. And that was fine for the both of you, because at the moment the both of you enjoyed the moment. You stayed across from each other until the place closed and Kyle offered to walk you back. Happily, you accepted and although it was silent on the way there, the two of you cherished it.

You gave him one last look before heading back inside, and the two of you went to the bed breathless. And that was how it started, you'd meet at the café, talk for hours, study together, and depart. He always wanted to walk you back, and who were you to deny? Throughout the months, the both of you grew closer and closer, Valentine's Day was when Kyle wanted to admit his feelings. It seemed more cherishable and more romantic in his mind, very original, but who says that's bad?

On the day, you two did your usual routine with each other, and you both had something to say but couldn't say it, Two cowards in love, who weren't even dating, yet. So when Kyle walked you back to your place, and you two stood in silence. Kyle immediately blurted, "will you be my valentine, it's like cool if you say no, yeah, just uh- wanted to ask you and stuff, and it's already over, which makes this kind of dumb. But why not shoot my shot, y'know? I didn't want to seem-" "Yes." And you hugged him, it felt like you were in middle school, but he happily reciprocated, and you laid in your bed, nerves kept you and him awake.

Boy, it's late, walk me home, put your hand in mine At the gate, stop and say, "be my valentine" You are, by far, the brightest star I've ever seen, and I never dreamed I'd be so happy that I could die

Overtime, you two did eventually tell each other about your feelings and became a thing, he both of you didn't care who knew. He always told you how beautiful, handsome, and pretty you were all the time, and you did the same. He loved watching you get ready whenever the two of you did go out, loving to kiss you as you did so. If you were to put your makeup on, he loved kissing you with your lipstick/lip gloss on, it appearing on him. It always made him feel as if showed that he was yours and that's all he really cared about, where you went, he followed.

You used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra But you the king too, so I would say, "back at ya" I flip my hair and make you stare and put my makeup on And make up stories 'bout my life and put on very cherry bomb And even then, I knew that we were something serious That you would dominate my thoughts like radio to Sirius I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle loved driving you places, anywhere you wanted to go, he would happily take you. You two often drove anywhere you could reach and enjoyed it all because you two were with each other. Sometimes whenever you two left the dorms to explore cities, he could notice how you always enjoyed it more there than here. It started to make him wonder if you were really happy where you were, did you want to be somewhere else? He didn't want to think about the possibility of you leaving so he began to cherish your presence more and more, always abruptly hugging you.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You knew how Kyle would get whenever he was on his own, he would overthink and become isolated. And he always knew how to deal with his fucked up things on his own, but when you held him. Comforting him, just wanting to hold him, he didn't know what to do with himself. The both of you would just watch movies to cheer each other up and it always worked, it was your thing. You never dreamed that you'd be watching shitty romcoms with Kyle crying into your shoulder over it, but this felt like heaven.

If you're lonely, baby, hold me, you're my only one Watching television, kissing 'til we see the sun So far, we are a safe in the dark And I never dreamed that I'd be the queen And I'd be so happy that I could die

Your smile and blush was something Kyle loved pulling from you, his corny lines never worked on anyone. But they worked on you. He eventually showed you some of his favorite music, and you made fun of his old man's taste. And when Rosanna by Toto began to play as you two just happily stared at one another. It may be old music but you loved it now, you loved him.

You used to call yourself The Don and call me Queen Diana You always make me blush and say, "shut up boy, you bananas!" You pull my hair and push me down and chase me, make me run You played me Biggie Smalls, and then my first Nirvana song So even then, when no ones friends were really serious I knew you loved me by the way you looked in second period I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle eventually invited you to tag along with him to some of the parties him and his frat brothers went to. But he always remained close to you and the both of you would just dance in the kitchen. He assumed the noise would bother you since you two lived in a quiet place. But instead he saw happiness, he saw longing as you lost yourself with the loud music. The suspicion that you wanted to be somewhere different and loud began to bother him, and suddenly he didn't feel like dancing anymore.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You always loved going out with Kyle because he wasn't trying to solely get drunk. He wanted to show off his weirdly coordinated dance moves to you, to impress you. And especially whenever it was raining, he took you outside and he danced with you like it was your last day together. The both of you held each other and sang horribly to one another, while it downpoured. And for some reason deep down, it did feel like your last moment together.

I know that they say that all i want Is to have fun And get away for rainy days I know that they think I've come undone But I'm in love, I wanna run, run, run away I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

When the two of you were at another party, his nerves finally caught up to him and he asked you about staying. You finally said that you wanted to be somewhere different, somewhere bigger, somewhere louder. Neither of you agreed on where the two of you should stay and you couldn't meet each other halfway. So, you ran out, you left, you couldn't do it, you loved him you really did. But you wanted to be where you truly felt where you could fit in and be comfortable at.

Kyle didn't know how to take it, he knew you were leaving but he felt too defeated to say anything so he drank away his sorrows. He knew that he couldn't do anything, he couldn't change your mind, but his thoughts were interrupted when his friends were in a panicked state. They came rushing downstairs and dragged him along with them and he was partially too drunk and hazy to understand what was going on. When he was being rushed out of the house, he saw you down the street, walking by yourself, where? He tried calling out to you and even though the street was loud enough, you could hear Kyle from a thousand miles away.

You were confused about what his friends were doing and the sudden urgency into their bus. Kyle was trying to shout something, you could hardly hear him drunkenly sob, "I love you, I'm sorry!" You laughed at his effort still trying to reconcile even when he was nowhere close to being sober. Eventually they did board up the bus and drove off, but for some reason you felt as if you should've grabbed him yourself. One thing turned into another and you heard screaming from, you couldn't really tell who was chasing after the bus.

But they were yelling and you felt worried and as you were making your way to check it out. There was a loud bang, and it hit you. The bus had flipped over and before you even knew it, it burst into flames, and you felt everything crash in front of you. You wanted to believe that this was a dream and you couldn't feel the tears escaping you and that your legs weren't about to collapse. You shouldn't have argued with him over a stupid wish, a dream, maybe you should've held him and took him home.

Maybe this is all a dream and you're overthinking this whole situation, maybe Kyle is in bed next to you. Eventually you'll wake up and you'll find him in your shitty dorm, sleeping right beside you. And you'll tell him about it and he'll laugh and tell you how freaky your dreams are and everything will be okay. But as you do finally fall to the ground, sobs breaking through you and your voice turning hoarse from your screaming. You realize that this time, this wasn't a dream, and you weren't somewhere different, you were here and Kyle was there.

He's always been.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

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- Inspired by Prom Song (Gone Wrong) by Lana Del Rey - Decided to do a little plot twist sort of - Halfway proofread?

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

[frankenkyle19]

FrankenKyle’s Kinktober 2024🎃

(subject to change but this is looking like the lineup)

October 7th- Peter and Reader decide to go to the graveyard one chilly October night to hunt for ghosts. Disappointed when they come up empty handed, Peter’s got a better idea. (They have sex in the car parked next to a graveyard)

October 14th- Peter x Werewolf-esque reader. Reader isn’t a full on werewolf but more of a kind of mutant. (Think like Beast without the blue fur or maybe even Wolverine) she’s new to the X-mansion and Peter is assigned to show her around. They end up fooling around.

October 21st- The X-men visit a haunted house to try and have some ‘bonding time’ according to Charles. Peter and reader end up sneaking off to have a quickie in one of the blocked off rooms.

October 28th- Peter and reader visit a pumpkin patch and corn maze. They play fall themed games, drink warm apple cider and eat pumpkin donuts. They then decide to take on the challenge of the maze without a map or a guide and end up getting lost, just the two of them. They panic for a minute, walking around in circles before they decide to enjoy their time together. Hide and seek in the maze soon turns into the two of them fucking.

[americxn]

Audible Pleasure ~ (franken)Kyle x female reader

Kyle exploring the reader and figuring out how to pleasure them based off the noises they make.

warnings: fingering, just general foreplay stuff

a/n: this did not come out as cute as I wanted it too but I’m posting it anyways. (this is also written terribly I’m sorry !)

You had been very hesitant with how to go about re-introducing Kyle into sex. At one point, you thought that it just wouldn’t be possible to be even remotely sexual with him ever again but, following Kyles death, there had been undeniable moments in which his lingering horniness for you was clear.

There had been several occasions where you had come home to find Kyle shamelessly pleasuring himself. On your shared bed, in the shower, on the toilet, in front of the floor to ceiling windows in your kitchen that looked out onto the street beyond. And so, you had given in, explaining to Kyle that if at any point he wanted you to stop, you would immediately, but he was too excited to listen to your explanations, his mouth practically watering in anticipation.

You had fucked around a fair amount and he had received his fair share of both hand and blow jobs, but you were hesitant to actually fuck him properly. Even Kyle had asked you why, to which you had just shrugged and changed the subject; you yourself had no idea, it just didn’t seem right yet.

But one evening the two of you were lying in bed, just rewatching one of Kyle’s favourite movies together, when he shifted, his body pressing against you and his hard-on evident. You smiled at him, kissing him deeply before trailing your hand down to the crotch of his pants. He had stopped you, his hand shooting out to grasp your wrist.

When you had just stared at him, waiting for an explanation he sighed, rolling on top of you and looking you deep in the eyes.

“You now.” He said, his eyebrows raised somewhat in emphasis. “Me?” You had responded, the idea both exciting you and making you nervous. At his “yes” of confirmation, you had nodded, relaxing under his weight and returning the open mouthed kiss he offered you.

You weren’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t the boldness with which Kyle reached down to rid you of any clothes blocking his way to your pussy, or the devilish smile that settled onto his face at the sight of it.

“Missed.” He murmured, his fingertips trailing down your lower abdomen and to your pussy, running his fingertips over your folds with a ghost’s touch until he managed to coax some wetness to gather. “Pretty.” He commented quietly, causing a surge of excitement to roll through you.

You lay still, your hands finding his shoulders and he tentatively gathered some of your wetness on the tip of his finger and swirled it up to your clit, smearing your juices all over your pussy with a concentrated look on his face.

Kyle wasted no time in getting to work, his finger running back down to your entrance and pausing there briefly. You wiggled your hips up into his touch, wondering why he had stopped. Looking back at you, Kyle grinned, moving the tip of his finger back and forth across your opening and watching in satisfaction as you got wetter and wetter before trailing back up to your clit, stopping to hover there too.

He looked right at you, trying to deduce which would bring you more pleasure. At the way you bit your lip, he decided on the spot that he already rested over, lowering his finger and immediately beginning to rub small but firm circles onto you. Your hum of satisfaction was the only confirmation Kyle needed that he was doing a good job and he was fuelled on further when you reached out a hand, gripping onto his forearm.

“Like?” He questioned tentatively. You hummed in response, praising him before letting out a full moan. The look that fell onto his face at the sound he pulled from you couldn’t be described as anything but awe, his finger quickening it’s pace. You may have moaned slightly more often and louder than necessary just to keep him encouraged, but by the time he trailed his finger back down your slit and to your opening that he had teased before, you weren’t sure if you even needed to exaggerate your pleasure anymore.

He paused then, briefly running his finger along your entrance before tentatively easing the digit into you. When you stilled under his touch, your grip on his arm loosening as he interrupted your path to orgasm, he frowned, turning to look at you. You smiled softly up at him, your eyes fluttering closed as he began to move his finger in and out of you experimentally. This spurred him on slightly, but the lack of your pretty noises disheartened him.

Adding another finger, Kyle looked back at you, watching closing when you inhaled sharply as he filled you more. He was resilient, keeping his fingers moving whilst twisting and curling them experimentally, noting what made you suck in a breath and what made your hips lift into his touch. Eventually, he had created a rhythm that had your pleasure mounting once more, his fingers curling when he dove them into you, and unfurling when he pulled them out.

“Louder.” He urged when your pants turned to soft groans, wanting to hear you moan again like you had been before. “Make me.” You murmured back. Kyle frowned at your vagueness but moved his free hand back to your clit. His movements stumbled slightly as he became accustomed to using both of his hands at the same time but the second he applied pressure to your clit again, you melted into his touch, pleasing Kyle with the low moan that his ministrations drew from you.

“You’re still good at this.” You assured Kyle as he worked you closer and closer to orgasm, his touch almost feverish to draw your release from you. When you began to pant, your hips moving with his touch, he whispered a contented “good” to you, his own version of the encouragements and appraisals you often gave him.

When you came on his fingers, Kyle pulled away to survey your face, his eyes glittering as your body arched off the bed of its own accord, his fingers coming away slick with your juices.

After that experience, you decided you were ready to allow Kyle to fuck your fully and it didn’t take long until he was begging to hear more of the “pretty sounds” he had heard you make during this encounter.

[s-ootballs]

It's gonna be okay, I promise you. // drabble - fem!reader x post death Kyle

warnings: angst

words: 387

em português (x)

"Kyle?" you called out to him, unsure. In response, you heard a frustrated but also deeply sad grunt. It was not the first time you heard that cornered sound come out of his throat, but you felt your chest being torn apart like it was. Taking a deep breath in silence and holding the tears that burned your eyes the best way you could, you pushed the slightly opened door and entered the room.

Kyle had an anguished expression on his face, like he had been waiting for you all day long (which he probably had) but your arrival didn't bring not even a tiny bit of the relief he had been expecting. That made your heart shrink: there was absolutely nothing you could do for him, nothing you could do to make that claustrophobic feeling of being stuck in his own body and bitter confusion he had go away.

He sat on the bed in which he probably hadn't been able to rest not even for a second, and you joined him. You touched his arm softly, and once again you had to hold yourself back from crying. That arm did not belong, did not fit. That was not the arm that had held you so many times in the last two years, that had caressed your hair and pintched your cheeks, and even had wiped away your tears. That was, but also was not the Kyle you knew and loved.

"Shhh." you wispered, trying to calm him down when you realised he seemed to be about to shed a ton of tears himself. "It's okay. It's going to be okay, my love. I promise you." you hugged him, pressing his body against your own as tight as you could. You didn't know what had happened to your boyfriend, didn't know how nor why. You didn't know that new body, didn't know that new voice that was not able to speak. But you did know Kyle, and looking inside his eyes, you were sure he was still in there. And that he was in pain. In a lot of pain. "I'm right here with you, okay? And I'm not going anywhere, see? I'm not going anywhere..." you repeated weakly, your voice cracking as you sinked his face into his chest and, at last, began to cry.

[maximoffs-girl]

Kyle spencer fluff pls? 🥺❤️❤️

Hi honey, thanks sm for the request!

Taking care of FrankenKyle

Changed the story up a bit to fit the headcanon, but enjoy!

When Kyle was discovered by Fiona and Zoe joined the council, someone had to take care of Kyle

You volunteered

At first the boy was very wary of you, not trusting you for a second

But slowly you gained his trust and soon enough he never wanted to leave your side

You helped him with flashcards, played word games together and went on walks together

You also had to help him with showering, getting dressed, etc.

Kyle really didn't like the fact that you had to help him do basic things

He would have sudden outburst or throw things around the room in frustration

You'd calm him down rather quickly

At night he'd always want to sleep by your side

Kyle's the big spoon, he wants to have you in his arms so he can protect you

He's really confused when he gets romantic feelings for you

Grunting and hiding his face in his hands, trying to make sense of it all

Would tell you as soon as he knew it himself

Y'know that scene when Kyle tells Zoe he loves her? Yeah, that

You'd hesitate on saying it back because you didn't want to take advantage of him, although you did feel the same about the blond boy

He'd get very upset because he thinks you don't share the same feelings

You'd reassure him that you did love him by placing a soft kiss on his lips

He'd like the feeling so much that he'd kiss you over and over again

Hugs you all the time

He just wants to make sure you're safe

The coven's second cutest couple (the first cutest couple is Misty and Cordelia, I don't make the rules :) )

[taintandviolent]

in honour of yesterday being 100 days to halloween.... here's a little preview at the four Halloween fics I've got planned (for now)

[marchsfreakshow]

Innocent Touch {Kyle Spencer x Reader}

Lil drabble

Kyle and you are now in a relationship, much to the dismay of Zoe and Madison, but they keep their distance. Kyle has a bad memory, so you comfort him, and let him know it's alright to feel that way.

I recommend listening to "We'll Never Have Sex" while reading. It inspired me to write this.

Your perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

"They did what to him?" I sat there, mouth agape as Queenie told me what happened to Kyle when Zoe and Madison first brought him back.

"Yeah. Honestly, I'm glad you came along. You taught Kyle way better than they did."

"I can hear you, you know?" Madison grumbled, walking past us. I innocently sipped my coffee, like I did not gossip about her at all. When Queenie was about to talk again, a buzz went off on my phone.

| Angel Boy ❤️ |

- Cuddle? Worry.

| Me |

- of course angel. I'll be right up with some food x ❤️

"Kyle okay?"

"He's a bit worried about something, I'll be back." I quickly picked up the coffee mug, and a bag of sweets next to me, and jogged up the stairs into my own room. Kyle was curled up in the bed, silently sobbing and hiding his face. I put everything down, then lay by him, gently pulling one of his hands away.

"Y/N.."

"I'm here my sweet boy. Shh shh, what's wrong?" I held him close, and he eventually wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling into my neck.

"Mem...memory." Kyle stopped sobbing but I could tell he wanted to cry.

"Oh, my angel. It's alright. No one will ever hurt you like that. Ever again."

I kept Kyle in my arms for a while, cuddling him close, and letting him cry, sob, or whatever he felt like he was feeling.

The evening turned to night quickly, and Kyle was asleep. I kissed his forehead, but he woke up in a panic. "No...no! Go away..!"

"Kyle! Sweets, it's me..it's Y/N. It's me." He was scrambled in the corner of the bed, I stayed on the bed but on the other side, crossing my legs. He looked like a lost, scared puppy, unable to find control in the chaos. He looked up at me again, a scared wonder in his eyes. All I wanted to do was hold him and praise him for being so brave. My scared, sweet boy. I opened my arms, and let him decide what to do.

He slowly crawled into my arms and snuggled back into me. "I'm sorry my darling...can you tell me where I can touch you?"

"Cuddles only. Maybe kiss."

"Of course. Let's watch Adventure Time for a bit yeah?" Kyle nodded and we adjusted ourselves, so he was laying on top of me, with the laptop on his own lap. "I love you Kyle, I'll do whatever so you're comfortable."

"I love you...so much."

[kaiscumsock]

frat party kyle spencer appreciation post

[mcu-therapy]

Celebrity Crush Day 6: Evan Peters

Evan Peters won my heart in WandaVision but kept it once I watched American Horror Story and the X-Men movies (my favorite Evan is frankenkyle)

[thoughtyouwerentafraidofanything]

can you do frankenkyle and reader go out and kyle get horny and wont stop asking and rubbing himself and reader has to help him out in the bathroom so he wont embarrass her outside anymore

Help me

Pairings: frankenkyle x female reader

Summary: you go clothes shopping and bring Kyle with you, what happens shocks you completely.

Warnings: smut, public sex, grinding, begging, instructed sex.

Authors note: my first frankenkyle fic woohoo!!

Kyle had been weird all day.

The first thing to happen to you that morning was him walking in on you getting changed. He didn't know what to do, standing at your door his eyes were glued to your half naked body. It was only when you shuffled over to him and shut the door in Kyle's face that he wasn't ogling you.

When you invited him out with you he was extremely happy to have been asked and stuck to your side.

As you were walking through the Isles of clothes, browsing what was on display you didn't notice that Kyle would stop and stare at the lingerie model photos. He almost blew him head off seeing you holding a pair of lingerie up to your body and inspect yourself.

You thought nothing when Kyle's hand laid of your lower back, you thought he was becoming nervous and seeking comfort in someone.

It was when his body slowly started to sneak closer to yours, you hadn't noticed he was so close to you until his hips were pushing on yours.

Kyle didn't make eyecontact with you when doing so, he also avoided your eyes when you scolded him for not respecting your personal space, not mentioning the part where you felt embarrassed because of his strange behaviour

You and Kyle continued looking through shelves of clothes and Kyle kept inching closer to your body, you would have to physically push him away to remove his hands or hips from you.

Wanting to try on your clothes, you knew you couldn't leave Kyle outside on his own, who knows what could happen to him. Coming to the final option you walked Kyle over to the changing rooms preparing to take him in with you.

One problem

It was a women only changing room.

Sneaking Kyle into the changing room with you was easier than you had expected, the lady at the counter who was meant to be watching over how many items you would enter the rooms and leave with and would monitor and control who went into the changing stalls was bust eyeing up her phone typing away like her life depended on it.

Rushing past the occupied stalls you held Kyle by the wrist and pushed him into an empty stall before dragging the long thick black curtain shut to conceal you and your partner.

Kyle was sat on the small stool every changing room seemed to have, his arms were full of hangers adorned with clothes you had picked out to try on and hopefully buy.

You had hared your closet, it was full of old, worn out clothes that just didn't suit you anymore and you wanted to change that. That was when you had forced Kyle to go shopping with you, he didn't seem to mind aslong as you bought him a few things during the trip.

"Now kyle" you bend down to his level and quietened your tone, if people hears you talking to someone they'd either become suspicious of you or think you were crazy and that you were talking to yourself, " you can't speak in here, you have to be quiet okay?"

You emphasised your words by putting a finger to your lips which Kyle copied and nodded his head at you.

Smiling you stood back up and look at yourself in the large ceiling to floor mirror, your outfit was dull and boring a pair of old ruined jeans and a washed out yellow blouse.

You never understood why you had bought what you were wearing but that didn't matter now as you were aiming to trash the old and purchase the new.

Your hands got to work unbuttoning your blouse until all of the buttons were out of their designated slots and your bra was exposed from the opening in your top.

You were about to ask Kyle to hand over a sheer long-sleeved top you had found when you noticed he looked as if he was about to faint.

His eyes stayed still on the fabric of your bra until you had leaned over and grabbed the top from Kyle's hands, you didn't think he would bother about getting a closer look.

Ever since Kyle was resurrected he had taken a liking to you, you would have to pry him off of you just to get a moment to yourself. You never understood his sudden attachment to you as you didn't play a role to help him learn things or try to remeber things.

You simply left him be, sometimes fed him when you were cooking for yourself and he was hovering or when it was just yourselves alone and you had no other option than to provide for his helpless self.

Now you didn't completely ignore Kyle, you would go out on walks, take him with you to go grocery shopping or to the mall but not very often, just when no one else wanted or could go with you except him.

Slipping the blouse off your shoulders you fix your fallen bra strap that had moved whilst you were removing the cloth and began to slip the new short over your head.

With the see through top secured on your body you stared at yourself in the large mirror inspecting your already improved outfit, your bra and chest was completely visible to any and everybody but you didn't care.

It was when you went to take your pants off that you saw Kyle through the mirror practically drooling over all of your movements.

"What, never seen a girl In her underwear?"

You carried on pushing down the fabric of your jeans down your legs until they pooled at your ankles to which you stepped out of and turned to yourself in the mirror.

"Skirt"

Kyle obeyed your command and shakily handed you the first skirt ontop of the pile of clothes concealing his lap.

Pulling it to your waist you inspected the length and design on your body, it wasn't your favourite but you could get away with pairing it with another top so decoded to keep it.

Taking both the top and skirt off you place the clothing back onto the hangers they came on when a cold gust of wind hit your ankles making you turn around to kyle. All of the clothes you had picked out and made sure weren't damaged had been dumped onto the floor at Kyle's feet, white tops and dresses where covered in whatever dort was on the flooring.

You went to scold Kyle for dirtying your clothes when you saw his chest move deeply, his body was wedged into the corner of the small changing room where he was making himself as small as possible.

Your eyes scanned over his body, past his hammering chest and fidgeting hands, you decided to not give Kyle the time of day instead, order him to pick your clothes back up and hand you another skirt you had picked out.

He did as told and handed over the skirt, he watched wide eyed as you leaned over in nothing but your underwear and bra and begin to step into the skirt.

Cold hands pinched at the skin of your waist as a rough material was pressing against yohr ass from behind. Standing up confused you turn your head and see and feel Kyle's body flush against yours, his hands rubbing nervously at your waist and hips, his bottom lip quivering and his pelvis pushing into you.

"W-what are you doing"

Mutterings left Kyle's lips but you couldn't make sense of what he was saying, the feeling of his body pushing against yours and the rising temperature of the stall distracting you.

Your skirt was pooled at your ankles as you hadn't pulled it up due to the interaction with Kyle.

You heard quiet whines and small gasps for air from behind you and felt something hard prodding at you from behind, you weren't stupid you knew what had happened.

Kyle had been watching you stripping infront of him, you hadn't thought he would've though of anything about it, and had gotten riled up seeing you lean over him in your bra or bend over in your underwear.

"H-...h.."

Kyle's words were cut short due to his erratic breathing, his voice whenever he cpuld make out a word was high polished and whiney.

"Help...m-me.."

He was begging you

If Kyle wasn't busy trying to ram his hips up into yours he would be on his knees with his head to the floor begging for you to touch him.

You took his hands in yours and turned to face him, bodies still close In proximity,

"Is this why you were acting strange earlier"

Pathetically Kyle nodded and continued to grind his hips onto your body trying to relieve some of the built up tension in his lower half.

Wetting your bottom lip you think for a few moments letting Kyle soak in last and impatience.

"If I help you will you stop embarrassing me"

You were answered with quiet whines and breathless moans but knew this is what Kyle wanted.

Reaching behind you, you unclip your bra allowing it to fall loosely down your arms and expose your chest.

Kyle swallowed a lump as he stared at your bare skin, his hands were acheing to reach out and touch you, the way your nipples had perked from the cold air-conditioning in the stalls.

Your warm hand wrapped around the back of Kyle's hand, holding it to your breast you then dropped your hand letting Kyle explore your upper body in his own pace.

You were allowing him to do anything he wanted.

Both of his hands were cupping your breasts as Kyle's mind went numb from the feeling of him touching you. As Kyle was now fixated with your boobs you r hands reached down to his pants, tugging them loose you felt a breath of relief hit your skin as you had sunk your hand into his briefs letting his election spring free.

It was when you stepped back away from him a feeling of hurt shot through his heart only to be replaced by a flutter of excitement.

Kyle's wide eyes watched as you pressed your chest to the wall of the changing room, your back arched sticking your ass out giving Kyle another show.

Your underwear was next to go, you had instructed Kyle to walk closer to you, and, with your assistance Kyle's fingers hooked at the sides of your underwear and slowly lulled them from your body letting the fabric fall to the floor.

Snaking one hand behind you, you widened your legs allowing Kyle to shuffle closer to you. With your hand you held Kyle's cock between your fingers and let him feel your most intimate part. Slowly you would rub his shaft in-between your legs coating Kyle's dick with your wetness.

Nothing was going through Kyle's mind besides a loud buzzing and a deep thumping from his heart. The heat from you teasing him made his hips messily thrust forward in-between your legs, the feeling of his tip pressing against your clit surged through you with every thrust making your head spin.

Breaking out from the pleasure haze you were in youreaxhed down in-between your legs and held the tip of Kyle's cock. Slowly you helped position the head at your entrance and with the help of your hips moving down on him and your fingers sliding kyle into you, Kyle's cock was stuffed into you to the hilt

You felt quick breaths patter down onto the back of your neck, you hummed out content with how felt inside of you and waited for him to move in his own time.

When that didn't happen for a while you turned your head around to look at him. Kyle's face was a masterpiece, his mouth hung open , eyes struggling to stay open. The way your cunt would clench around his length subconsciously made his mind blow.

"Kyle...we can't be in here for too..long"

You whispered to him hoping that would snap him out of his stillness.

Slowly you felt Kyle pull out of you and press back in, the slow pace he used gradually sped up but not so fast that a loud noise would be made from the two of you

Your torso was pressed against the wall of the changing room, your ass stuck out letting Kyle enter you easier, you were letting Kyle use you for his own needs, even if that meant having sex in a changing room.

You bit down on your tongue suppressing any moans that threatened to escape your mouth, however Kyle hadn't grasped the idea of being quiet.

You reached a hand behind your head and shakily felt around for Kyle's mouth, pressing down on his lips the loud grunts and gasps for air were concealed by you.

You felt Kyle's cock speed up inside of you, the feeling of him dragging against your pussy and hit a certain spot almost made you double over, the feeling of Kyle's cock pushing into you, rubbing along your walls which gripped at him urging him to continue thrusting becoming too much.

Kyle's thrust began to get harder, less controlled, they were becoming needy. His hands clamped down on your hips pulling you down on him to meet all of his thrusts.

Reaching down yourself your index and middle began to trace circles across your clit, the stimulation from Kyle's cock and your fingers sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. The way your pussy clenched around Kyle made his head spin, your fingers speeding up caused you to clench around Kyle, a loud shocked 'Aah' left his mouth before a long sigh.

You could feel Kyle's cock twitch inside of you emptying everything he had into you. Keeping Kyle's dick inside of you your fingers began to shake, the feeling of your orgasm fast approaching caused you to splutter out random vowels.

When it hit you your body flew back into Kyle's, his arms lazily wrapping atound your waist stopping you from falling, your eyes were sparkling from the feeling of your high cooling down.

Slipping Kyle's soft dick out of you, you whispered breathlessly for him to tuck himself back into his pants as you yourself tugged your underwear up to your hips.

Throwing your clothes back on you swing open the large curtain, face red and ears buzzing.

Your heart sunk when a lady dressed in a two piece suit wearing an ear piece stood infornt of your changing stall, behind her two large security guards.

[frankenkyle19]

hii do u know any other blogs that write mainly for frankenkyle?

None come to mind, it’s usually a mix of all the Evans, but I can link some of my favorite fics! I’ll try and do a mix of fluff and smut but no promises because I’m a whore

[x-childish-x]

Yes, it's me again ;) Could I also please request prompt 4, 8 and 60 with sweet FrankenKyle, please? Perhaps reader is trying to help him get reacquainted with pleasure and sex after everything? Lots of love!

Re-Teaching

Pairing: Fraken!Kyle x fem!reader

Fandom: American Horror Story

Warnings: NSFW!, smut, oral, male receiving, PiV

Word Count: 1075

A/N: Hello! Thank you for the request lovely! I hope you enjoy this, let me know if anything's wrong. Feedback is always appreciated! Sorry it took me awhile to get out, I've been incredibly busy. Lots of love right back to you.

Summary: You help Kyle get reacquainted with the feelings of sex.

(Gif not mine!)

Being a part of the coven had its ups and downs. The other girls, the secrecy, your supreme. But the most prominent up and a down in your life was Kyle. You had thought it was a terrible idea for Madison, Zoe, and you to go to that party, and you thought it was an even worse idea for Madison and Zoe to bring Kyle back. And in a sense, you were correct.

Kyle was not Kyle, rather a fraction of his former self you'd met at the party. You hated how Madison and Zoe had picked the "best parts" and brought him back into a world that he could hardly function in. However, there was a brighter side. Kyle had chosen you. Out of the three of you, Kyle chose you to follow, to latch onto, to go to for help. 

You spent hours each day helping reacquaint Kyle with life. From things like helping him get dressed and eat to speaking and writing. Truthfully, you loved helping Kyle... hell, let's not lie you love him. And you didn't doubt that he loved you too, times like right now proved it.

Kyle currently clung to your arm as he sat beside you, quietly saying the words on the cards. His head rests on your shoulder and it made you happy to see him so content.

"That's all of them, Kyle," Your voice was soft as you looked down at him, his head staying to stare at the cards, "You did so much better. You're really improving."

He grunted softly, making you shift so he was forced to lift his head and look at you, "What's wrong, Kyle?" 

He shifted his position again, grunting and mumbling, "Want... you."

You smiled, pulling the boy into your chest, "I'm right here, Kyle."

"No!" He whined, pulling back, "Like... this."

Kyle leaned forward, very softly pressing his lips to yours. Tears welled in your eyes, and immediately you kissed him back, guiding his lips under the realization that you'd have to reteach him everything. Kyle pulled you into him, but unlike all the other times you'd hug, you were forced to straddle his lap. Your new position caused a soft whimper to leave Kyle's mouth as you became aware of his hard-on.

"What gave you this idea, Kyle?"

You pulled back, brushing the boy's bangs out of his eyes gently, "Movie... t-thought.. of... you."

You smile, standing up and grabbing his hand. Your lips reconnected with more fever this time, letting you know that Kyle was beginning to feel more confident. And when you gently pushed Kyle to lay down on your bed as you felt your confidence grow.

Kyle chose you. 

No matter how hard Madison and Zoe tried in the beginning, Kyle chose you. Over and over again, each time he chose you. 

"I'll teach you. But... let me know if you get uncomfortable, okay?" 

Kyle nodded to you as you began to slowly kiss down his jaw. Gently, you removed his shirt and began to kiss down his chest, promptly a quiet whine from Kyle. Getting him undressed was easy, seeing as you had helped him get dressed in the beginning. But now, it felt so much different. 

You smiled at Kyle as you kissed the tip of his length, beginning to stroke him, "Do you like it when I touch you like that?"

"M-more," Kyle whined, "Please!"

You nodded, taking the tip of his into your mouth and sucking. A loud, sinful moan left Kyle's mouth the moment your warm lips wrapped around his length. You bobbed slowly at first, allowing him to get reacquainted to the feeling before you took him out of your mouth. Crawling up Kyle's body, he immediately pulled you down, his lips connecting with yours in urgent need.

"More!" Kyle whined loudly, "More! More!"

"Sit back, and enjoy."

You smiled, taking his length in your hands and rubbing his tip between your folds. A soft moan left your mouth as you gently pushed him in, sinking down on him. Kyle's hands immediately grabbed your hips as whines began to leave his mouth. You cupped his cheek, drawing his attention to you.

You smiled slightly at his needy looked before beginning to move. He filled you up deliciously, and as you began to roll your hips while bouncing on him, you couldn't hold in your moans. Kyle's whines filled the air with your moans as you bounce on top of him. He slid in and out of your walls perfectly, his size making your whining increase the quicker you bounce. 

Kyle is struggling to keep control, and you notice that in the way his hips begin to move up to meet yours. You are absolutely drenched around him, something was just so incredibly arousing about being the one to re-teach Kyle what pleasure was.

His grip on your waist tightens, and you realize he's probably close to cumming. But you expected that it was his first time after being brought back after all, of course, it wouldn't be too long, but you didn't think it would be so quick for you to come to. 

"Close!" He cries out, and you begin to wonder what movie he was watching.

"Cum for me, Kyle. Cum." 

He lets out a deep, throaty groan as his hips still and his grip tightens even more, surely leaving bruises. You roll your hips a few last times before your orgasm washes over you. You blame its intensity on the extra heat you felt from being able to teach Kyle. You figured this would be just the start, the start to many more lessons about pleasure. Maybe you should get him some more movies. 

One of Kyle's hands lets go of your waist, finding your own hands holding you upon his chest as soft whines leave your lips while you come down from your high. Kyle squeezes your hand, watching your face in astonishment, loving the look of pleasure he'd given you.

"(Y/n)," Kyle's voice is more breathy, but it's the clearest he's ever said your name, "I... love... you."

Tears well in your eyes as you nod, a large smile coming to your face, "I love you too."

He pulls you down against his chest softly, and you feel relieved the moment his arms wrap around you. You knew your situation wasn't ideal... but you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else in the world besides Kyle's arms.

[mrs-march-ahs]

hiii ^^ ahh im not used to sending requests but your fics are just *chef's kiss* and i was wondering if you were okay with writing the evans comforting a fem!reader who has post-surgery scars under her breasts? they used to look rather scary sksbksakhdje i mean, they've healed as best as it could be! but sometimes,, y'know,,, it gets to me

if not it's fine!! all your works always bring me joy 💞 thank you for your time and have a lovely day mrs march 💕💓💝💖

How the Evans Would Act Around Your Scars

i love you nonnie!! thank you very much for your kind words, i didn't know how to have the title not be wordy, but this is written about the scars you mentioned, not too generally <3

i hope you enjoy this very much! thank you so much! i'd love to hear from you if you read this :D you have a lovely day

enjoy :*

Tate -Tate has many scars of his own, so the last thing he’d ever do is make you insecure about any you have -He loves them and is definitely the most up for deep conversations surrounding idealistic beauty standards and the relation between your scars - “Everything is just about looking like you, it’s a part of who you are” - “It’s beautiful because it’s so natural, woman are constantly shamed for who they are but this is something that improved your quality of life, your surgery helped you in one way or another, and the way that you feel bad about that and feel the need to hide it, it sucks” -Once the two of you get more comfortable, he loves running his fingers down the scars

Kit -Kit would definitely understand that your surgery scars may or may not be a sensitive subject -He’d be the most understanding

-Straight after surgery he’d softly and gently ask if you needed anything -If you were upset about them, he would comfort you -He’d reassure you tons -He’d also want you to know he wants to be a part of this side of you -He won’t shy away from issues you have -Because you didn’t shy away from the issues he has -He’d every so softly rub lotion into your scars -And then kiss your cheek

Frat Kyle -Kyle would take such good care of you after surgery -He would be really soft and sweet and absolutely always thinking of you -If he was going out studying he’d make sure you’re tucked into bed with snacks and blankets before leaving -He’d text you to make sure you’re doing well throughout -If you text him even that the blanket fell to the floor he’d be on his way back -With takeout -He’d ask you if they hurt and would be really curious about them -He’d assume that any emotions come from the baggage and pain of a surgery, but he would not be able to connect the dots that you’re upset about the scars unless you outright told him -He’d be devastated, he’d hold you so close and kiss you so so much -He hates you being insecure about anything - “I promise not once did I think about the scars” - “It doesn’t matter to me at all” - “I’m lucky to have you, look at me” -He’d really want to make you laugh -They do say it’s the best medicine

Franken Kyle -Like I said in The Evans When You’re Insecure, Franken Kyle just doesn’t know society’s rules -He doesn’t understand what being insecure is -All he knows is that it’s really fun to run his finger up and down the scar -They feel soft on his lips -He definitely wants to help you rub moisturizer into the scars too -It’s just fun -It looks perfect to him

Jimmy -Jimmy’s the most insecure out of all of the lads, so he’s the most understanding -Ish -He struggles to understand why you’re so insecure about this since you can hide it -He’s so deeply in love with you (and your boobs) that he struggles to comprehend what there is to be insecure about - “They’re so ugly”, you whined - “But you understand that they’re not, right?” -He wants to understand but it’s hard for him -He’d start kissing your boobs on a daily to show appreciation - “Hey babe” (smooch) “Hey boobs” (smooch smooch)

James -Would be obsessed -He’d find them soooo attractive -He’d be obsessed with putting his hands on the scars and holding your boobs -You found it weird at first so you told him that it made you uncomfortable, and he respected you completely - “They compliment your body so well, my darling” - “They’re like symbols of bravery” - “They highlight your breasts, it’s hard to take my eyes off you” - “The contrast of your sensitive… soft… breasts… and the scarification…” (shivers) “It has some sort of affect on me” -When doing the do, he’d definitely take twice as long around your boobs -Kiss every inch of the scar - “Divine”

Pre-Cult Kai -Pre-Cult Kai was so excited to see boobs for the first time -When you took your top off the first time you were getting naked together, he couldn’t take his eyes off you -He’d latch onto your boobs and touch the scars ‘subtly’ -Afterwards he wouldn’t ask, but he’d say something - “The lines under your boobs, they look hot” -You’d be a bit awkward, because you were hoping he wouldn’t notice, and you’d explain they’re scars - “Okay whatever, the scars under your boobs, they look hot”

Kai -Would simply find them badass -Hates you being insecure about anything at all - “It’s skin, Y/N” -Would in a very condescending way mansplain to you why skin scars after a surgery -In his mind that’s a reason to not be insecure about it -Because it’s so natural

Peter -Loves boobs -Loves em -He’s great like Kit at understanding it might be a sensitive subject -He’s very gentle with touching them, even after the scars are completely healed - “You don’t have to be so gentle, Peter” - “I have been blessed with the gift of touching boobies, I will treat them right” -After a while of seeing them on you, he becomes really attached to them -Seeing them just means he’s seeing you naked, they turn him on -If you’re wearing a bikini top and it rides enough to show the scars, he’d literally get hard -He’s so crazy about them - “If you could get rid of the scars, I wouldn’t want you to” - “I mean I totally understand that it’s like totally not my decision and I want you to be happy and not be insecure and feel the most comfortable you can feel in your own body but it’s just the way that I’ve gotten so used to them now and because of that it’s like if they weren’t there anymore it would feel like your boobs aren’t even your boobs anymore, do you know what I mean? Like I would be able to see that they’re your boobs but they wouldn’t like feel like they’re your boobs anymore because your boobs have scars on them” - “yeah”

Mrs March -That’s me -I would love them and cherish them with every inch of my being -I’ve had many many surgeries before and my legs are absolutely covered in surgery scars -I used to be very insecure about them too and grew up as a kid with them thinking that when I grow up I’d have to cover them with tattoos to not be embarrassed but now I’ve placed my tattoos around them -I wouldn’t want to cover them -Like Peter said, I don’t think my legs would feel like my legs if the scars weren’t there -That’s a part of me and what I look and feel like -I would kiss your surgery scars all I could -I understand more than anyone why it’s a source of insecurity at first but I can promise you with full confidence that they’ll grow on you -They don’t need to grow on me though -I already love them -Gimme

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[marchsfreakshow]

Reading This And That {Kyle Spencer x Reader}

Drabble :3

You're reading a small novella before bed, and Kyle cuddles up to you, wanting to use the book as a tool for reading.

General Frankenkyle being adorable nonsense since he deserves some respect in this household<3

Your Perspective.

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The dreary night loomed through the windows as my book was lit by a small, warm white light by my side. A simple little book I could read in an evening or so. It was a Christmas themed one I'll admit, but I was still happy reading it. The Christmas part of it was barely mentioned, so it didn't feel totally wrong reading it a few months before December 25th. I was distracted by it, so I didn't hear Kyle come in until he laid ontop of me. "Hi angel, what's wrong?"

"Arg.. Argument. Madison."

"Who did she argue with..?"

"Nan." You looked annoyed at the open door, and closed it quickly, so neither Nan or Madison came in. Kyle turned around, and moved under the duvet before running his finger over a paragraph, trying to read it. "Clara... clearly, clearly can't tell..." He stopped himself, unable to continue. As I held the book, I clapped and kisses his cheek.

"Well done Kyle. Wanna try and continue? I can read the rest if you don't want to." I asked, patting his head a bit.

Quickly, Kyle nodded, putting his finger back on where he stopped. "She's, she's making Charlie...un.. uncomfort.."

"Uncomfortable." I whispered slowly, taking it one syllable at a time.

"un.. comfort..able."

"that's it."

Kyle grinned and carried on reading the paragraph to his liking. It just melted me, but I felt proud of him. He was still learning to speak full sentences, and small books worked like that. "Want to read this book in its whole?"

"Can ask.. Cordelia.."

"To get a whole book for you? Okay...Well remember this book okay?" I closed the book, putting the bookmark on the page we just read. "This Winter."

"pictures." Kyle mentioned, opening it up again, and flipping through to find he different illustrations. He stared at every single one, admiring how the author drew them. Every picture of the family, sharing a Christmas that wasn't perfect. Almost like ours. Kyle didn't mind though, I let him look at the pictures as I slowly started to fall asleep. "Love...love you. Sleep."

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