#kyle spencer fluff

[rosecoloredsunshine]

you're all that i see, you're all that i need — evan peters

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PAIRINGS: evan peters x female!reader

SUMMARY: you moved to los angeles to pursue your doctorate degree, and unknowingly catching the attention of evan peters on a totally random afternoon.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, set in 2011 (ahs:murder house era), reader is a woman in stem, some tl and info are inaccurate (i tried my best), fluff, and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hello, anon! i hope that i had perfectly captured your request, and it is up to your standards lol. there had been a lot of songs that i pulled inspiration from, so hopefully this also turned out good than what i had expected it to be. enjoy reading! :)

The sun was warm against your skin as you navigated the bustling sidewalks of Los Angeles, the city’s vibrance still a shock to your senses despite having been here for over a month. It was July 2011, and you had recently moved to LA to pursue your doctorate degree, which was something you had spent years dreaming about. The sprawling city was both exciting and overwhelming, but you were determined to carve out your little space within it.

You had already found a few favorite spots—the small, cozy bookstore on Melrose, quiet corners of the library at your university, and most of all, the charming coffee shop tucked away between a row of unassuming shops. You went there almost every day, laptop in hand, and eager to chip away at your dissertation.

The route to your usual go to coffee shop had always been straightforward, until the day you noticed the crowd. You frowned, glancing at the throng of people lingering on the sidewalk, some holding their phones up, others chatting excitedly. There were a bunch of cameras, vans, and people with headset barking orders. You tried to squeeze past, only to be gently nudged backward by someone wearing a lanyard and looking slightly frazzled.

“Sorry, miss. Filming in progress,” he said apologetically, ushering you away from the set.

“Oh,” you replied, glancing over his shoulder.

You were not the type to keep up with shows or celebrities. Your world mostly revolves around textbooks, research papers, and academic journals. But the filming went on for weeks, and soon, the inconvenience became just another part of your daily routine.

The crowd would always linger, some fans giddy with anticipation of spotting someone by the name of Evan Peters. His name popped up in snippets of conversation as you squeezed past them each morning. Until you became curious one night and decided to google him.

You blinked at the screen, eyes catching on his image. Blonde curls, kind eyes, a mischievous smile that seems to linger in every photo. He was handsome, sure, and apparently, he was only a year older than you. But you closed the tab soon after, chalking it up to harmless curiosity. You had a dissertation to finish.

Days bled into weeks. You made a habit of sitting near the window of the quaint coffee shop, laptop open and fingers dancing across the keyboard. It was one of the few places you had felt truly comfortable, a sanctuary from the noise and chaos of LA. The barista had already memorized your order, automatically labeling you as their regular customer, and flashing you a smile each time you walked in.

“Here you go, as always,” she said cheerfully, setting your coffee on the counter. “Good luck with the important work you’ll be doing today.”

You laughed softly. “Thank you. It’s a bit of a nightmare, but I’m getting there.”

The corner table near the window was practically yours at this point. You loved the way the sunlight spilled through the glass, warming your skin and making the page glow as you read over your notes. But what you did not realize was that you had become a constant for someone else.

Evan had noticed you the first time he walked into the coffee shop on a lunch break. It was the kind of rare quiet afternoon on set, and he had ducked inside to grab a quick drink before heading back. But then he saw you, your gaze fixated on your laptop, eyebrows knitted in concentration, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He couldn't help but stare.

There was something about you, something ethereal. Maybe it was the way that the sunlight kissed your skin or how your lips twitched into a gentle smile when you finally looked up to thank the barista. Whatever it was, it rooted him to the spot.

“Sir?” the barista prompted, eyebrows raised.

Evan snapped out of his daze, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, just black coffee. Thanks.”

He tried to make it a one-time thing. To leave, get back to set, and forget about the stranger who had somehow captivated him. But you were there the next day, and the day after. Soon, he started timing his coffee runs to coincide with whenever you were around, telling himself it was just a coincidence. But it wasn't. He had found himself lingering by the counter, pretending to read the newspaper or check his phone, eyes drifting back to you.

Sometimes, he would watch you smile and laugh at something on the screen of your laptop, the sight of it making his chest feel light. Other times, he would catch the way your expression would harden, brows furrowing when you were deep in thought—all those little things. You were always there, and it was ridiculous how much he looked forward to seeing you.

One afternoon, Evan was supposed to be back on set fifteen minutes ago. But instead, he was nursing a coffee at a corner table, gaze fixed on you as you typed away.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, realizing he had lost track of time.

He quickly stood up, nearly knocking his chair over in the process. But as he moved towards the door, he couldn't resist making one last glance at your direction. Coincidentally, you looked up, catching him mid-stare. Your eyes met his, and for a split second, neither of you moved. A slow, polite smile curved your lips. You dipped your head in acknowledgment before turning back to your laptop. Evan stood there like an idiot, warmth creeping up his neck. God, he was such a fool, but that smile was going to stick with him all day.

It became a routine, your separate lives threading together through fleeting glances and accidental smiles. You still had no idea who he was. To you, he was just another face in the crowd, in the sea of customers that come and go in the coffee shop. But to Evan, you were something special. Something he wanted to know more about, and perhaps, more terrifyingly, something he couldn't get out of his head.

Evan had spent far too many afternoons pretending to read newspapers or scrolling aimlessly through his phone just to steal glances your way. It had gotten to the point where he would catch himself smiling when he saw you at your usual table, bathed in golden sunlight, fingers typing furiously on your laptop. Today, though, he had enough of just watching. He built up the courage during filming, his mind wandering between takes, his thoughts drawn back to you like some magnetic force. Even his co-stars had noticed how distracted he seemed.

“Evan, man, you good?” one of them had asked, smirking like he already knew the answer.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” Evan had replied, brushing it off with a laugh.

Deep inside, Evan was anything but fine. He was nervous, and Evan Peters was not supposed to be nervous about something as simple as talking to a girl in a coffee shop.

By the time he finally made it through the door, his hands felt clammy, pulse thrumming unsteadily. But there you were, just like alway, at the same table, with your expresion half-hidden behind your laptop screen. Your hair was loosely tied back today, a few strands framing your face in a way that made his chest feel warm.

He bought his usual coffee, trying to delay the inevitable as he gathered his thoughts. But after a few minutes of lingering awkwardly by the counter, he forced himself to cross the room.

“Uh, hi,” Evan started, voice sounding rougher than he had intended.

You looked up, blinking in surprise before your polite smile returned. The same smile you had given him all those times you’d caught him staring. Only this time, you seemed genuinely curious.

“Hi,” you replied, closing your laptop slightly. “Did you need something?”

“Sort of,” Evan admitted with a sheepish grin. “I, uh, I’ve seen you here a lot. Figured I should finally say hello instead of just, well, you know, awkwardly staring from over there.”

You laughed. A soft, genuine laugh that made his shoulders relax, and maybe made his heart skip a little bit.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” your tone was light, teasing at most. “Though, to be fair, I probably look like a total weirdo staring at my screen for hours, so…we’re even?”

“Definitely even,” he chuckled, feeling his nerves melt away. “I’m Evan, by the way.”

You hesitated for a split second before giving your name. There was a glint of something in your eyes, but it was gone before he could place it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Evan.” you smiled. “I’m glad to put a name to the face that had been staring at me all this time.”

Evan could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. Not because you said his name, but because you said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you had no idea who he was. It was a refreshing feeling.

He leaned a little against your table, feeling bold enough to keep the conversation going. “You always seem so focused, what’s got you working so hard?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes playfully. “My dissertation. It’s like this never-ending, soul draining monster that I keep chipping away at, hoping one day it’ll just finish itself.”

He laughed. “Ah, so you’re one of those super smart people who chose to torture themselves with more school?”

“Pretty much,” you grinned, folding your hands over your laptop. ��Moved here for a doctorate program. Still trying to get used to the city and everything.”

“You’re new here?”

“Yeah, about a month or so. Feels like the city’s still trying to swallow me whole, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“Well, you seem to have already claimed the best table in this place.”

“That’s true. Perks of showing up every day and slowly scaring everyone else away, I guess.”

Evan laughed again, the sound filling the cozy space between you. This was easier than he had expected.

“You come here a lot too, don’t you?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

He nodded. “Yeah, usually on breaks from filming. This place is way better than the craft services table.”

You gave Evan a curious hum, like you were only half-interested. The type of person who made polite conversation but decided not to pry, and he found himself appreciating that.

“So, you’re an actor?” you asked, though there wasn't any spark of recognition in your eyes.

“Yeah, doing a show right now.”

“Oh, that’s why there’s a bunch of camera people outside.” you nodded thoughtfully. “I figured it was something popular with all the crowds.”

“Yeah, the fans can be pretty dedicated,” he scratched his neck, feeling a little self-conscious. “I was surprised you weren't out there with everyone else.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “I’ve never been great at keeping up with shows or celebrities. To be honest, I didn't even know what they were filming until I overheard someone talking about it.”

“Really?” he tried to hide his disbelief, but the amusement was clear on his face.

“Yep. I even googled you, like, once—out of curiosity. But uh, I’m not really good at remembering famous people’s faces,” you shrugged, unbothered. “Besides, I figured you were probably tired of getting recognized all the time. Didn't want to add to that.”

Evan felt his chest swell with a kind of relief he hadn't expected. You were not treating him like a celebrity, not fawning over him or asking for photos or telling him you were his biggest fan. You were just you.

“Thanks. For not bringing it up, I mean. It’s kind of nice to just be normal, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” you offered him a gentle smile. “So, what’s it about? The show, I mean.”

Evan launched into a brief explanation about American Horror Story, his enthusiasm bubbling over as he described the haunted mansion, twisted characters, and his role as Tate Langdon. You listened attentively, occasionally nodding and asking thoughtful questions. Somewhere along the line, he had pulled out a chair and sat across from you, completely forgetting that he had only meant to say hello.

When his phone buzzed in his pocket, he ignored it. Then it buzzed repeatedly.

He grimaced, glancing at the screen. “Crap. I was supposed to be back on set like…twenty minutes ago.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, you should go. Before someone comes in here and drags you out.”

“Right,” he stood up from the chair reluctantly. “But, can I maybe talk to you again? Next time you’re here?”

You raised a brow. “Well, considering I’m here everyday, probably.”

Evan grinned, his expression almost boyish, and his dimples showing. “Great! I’ll, uh, see you around?

“Yeah. I’ll see you around, Evan.”

As he left the coffee shop, practically jogging to get back to set, he could not help but feel like something had just shifted. For once, he did not mind being late.

You did not expect him to come back.

After your conversation with Evan, you had half-convinced yourself that he had been caught up in a fleeting moment of curiosity. He was a busy actor, after all—caught between filming and whatever else people in his position did when they weren't on set. You figured he would forget about you as soon as his schedule pulled him away, and you prepared yourself to let it go.

Still, the next day, when the familiar sound of the door chime echoed through the shop, your eyes would flicker up instinctively. A part of you hoped to see those curls and that shy smile, but it was just another regular customer. You shook your head, focusing again on your laptop, reminding yourself that it was not that big of a deal. Maybe meeting Evan was just a fleeting moment, one of those tiny pieces of your LA experience that would fade as quickly as it had appeared.

However, on the third day, just as you were lost in your notes, the chair in front of you scraped against the floor. You looked up, and there he was—Evan, sliding into the seat with that soft, boyish grin, his dimples deepening when he saw the surprised look on your face.

“Hey,” he greeted, tone casual but eyes bright with excitement.

You couldn't help but smile back. “Hey, you. I didn't think you’d be back.”

Evan raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, finger nervously tracing the rim of your coffee cup. “You’re busy, right? Filming and all that?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but I like coming here. Kind of gotten used to it…and to seeing you.”

Your heart skipped a little, and you cursed yourself for how easily he could make you feel like a giddy teenager. You covered it with a small laugh, closing your laptop to give him your full attention.

“How’s the filming going?” you asked, hoping that your question didn't sound too forced.

“It’s been good. Long days, but good,” he glanced down at his coffee, fingers tapping lightly against the cup. “Actually, it’s almost over. We’re wrapping up in three days.”

Something in your chest tightened, and you hated how that tiny bit of news made you feel. You had barely known him for a few weeks, and yet, the thought of not seeing him at the quaint little coffee shop felt strangely sad. Like the bubble you both had created here would finally pop, and he would disappear into the city, back to his world while you remained in yours.

“That’s great,” you said, forcing a smile. “I bet you’re excited to finish.”

Evan hesitated, eyes flickering to yours like he could sense the shift in your mood. “Yeah, I guess. But, uh—” he stopped, fidgeting with the coffee sleeve before looking back up at you, expression softer, almost vulnerable. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about something, and I didn't want to just let it go.”

Your brows are knitted together. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, like he was steadying himself. “I don’t want to pass up this opportunity with you. Of not doing anything, and I know that I’d end up hating myself if I just left without at least giving it a try.”

You tried to open your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Evan then rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish.

“These past few weeks, just talking to you, seeing you here…it’s been the best part of my day. You’re—god, this sounds so fucking cheesy, but you’re kind of beautiful,” he breathed out. “Not just, like, physically. You’re just…beautiful, you know? The way you light up when you’re talking about your research, or how you always smile at the barista even when you look exhausted. I just, I couldn't leave without asking you out. Even if it’s just one date.”

Your heart pounded, and you couldn't help but let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation, gaze unwavering. “If you’ll let me. I just don’t want to lose you before I even get to know you properly.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up, a giddy warmth spreading through your chest. “I, I’d like that,” you managed, your own smile mirroring Evan’s. “Yeah, let’s go on a date.”

Evan’s relief was evident, shoulders relaxing as a grin broke out across his face. “Really?”

You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, really.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but a buzzing sound interrupted the moment, his phone, probably someone from the set. Evan glanced at it, then back at you, sending you an apologetic look.

“I have to go,” he said, but his excitement was still visible in the way his eyes gleamed. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, same time?”

“Same time,” you agreed.

Evan lingered just a moment longer, clearly reluctant to leave, before finally heading towards the door. You watched him go, heart still pounding, the reality of what had just happened slowly sinking in. You couldn't help the smile that appeared long after he had left, knowing that maybe this wasn't just a fleeting moment after all.

True to his word, Evan took you out on your first date just a few days later. He showed up at the coffee shop, just like he promised, a smile brightening the room. You couldn't help but notice how his nervous energy from before had been replaced with an easy confidence, still sweet, but undeniably charming.

The first date was simple but perfect. Evan took you to Griffith Park for a walk, with the city sprawling out beneath you as you talked about everything and nothing. You learned that he loved horror movies but hated jump scares, that his favorite food was anything homemade because it always reminded him of his mom, and that he had ended up becoming an actor because of the Olsen twins—to which had made you laugh a little.

In return, you told him about your doctorate program, the pressure of balancing your workload with your sanity, and how moving to LA felt like a risk you still weren't sure you had made for the right reasons. Evan listened intently, nodding along, making you feel like your every word mattered.

When the sun set, bathing the city in hues of orange and pink, he walked you back to your apartment. As you stood at your door, you half-expected the evening to end there, but instead, he lingered, eyes warm and his hand brushing yours.”

“This has been a fun day,” you murmured, voice softer than usual.

“Yeah,” he replied, heart thumping. “It really was.”

You hesitated, then leaned in to press a soft, hesitant kiss to his cheek. You didn't know what came over you, but it felt right doing it. Your breath warm against his skin, and he couldn't help but smile, and when you whispered a goodnight, Evan knew that he would be thinking about this for days.

The dates continued. Sometimes you would go to small diners or take walks through lesser-known neighborhoods to avoid attention. Other times, Evan would sneak you into the set after hours to show you around, grinning like a kid as he gave you a private tour.

Your favorite date, though, was when Evan took you to an old-school drive-in theatre, parking his car far enough that you could just talk without worrying about being recognized. You shared popcorn, hands brushing in the bucket, and by the time the movie ended, you were all cuddled up in the passenger seat, his arm around your shoulder.

Four dates in, things were starting to feel natural, like you had known Evan far longer than just a few weeks. He made you laugh easily, and you found yourself craving his presence more and more. You weren't blind to the reality of it all, you knew that dating someone famous would come with challenges. But Evan made you feel safe.

During your fourth date, he took you to the beach at night, the waves crashing rhythmically as the two of you sat on the sand. You talked about your dreams, fears, and the little things that made life worth it, and at one point, you glanced over to find him staring at you, expression more serious than usual.

“What?” you asked, a little self-conscious. “Is there something on my face?”

Evan bit his lip, clearly choosing his words carefully. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” he started, voice steady despite the vulnerability in his eyes. “I know this, us, might not be easy. People are always watching, always assuming things. It can be a lot, it is a lot, but I really, really like you. More than I thought I would, and I want to try. I want to see where this goes.”

You took a deep breath, the reality of what Evan was saying sinking in. You have had the same thoughts, wondering if you could handle dating someone who lived under the spotlight. But the truth was, you liked Evan too. A lot.

You reached out, hand finding his. “I like you too, and yeah, it’s a little intimidating, but I trust you. I want to see where this goes too.”

The relief on Evan’s face was almost comical, his shoulders dropping as he laughed softly. Without another word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss.

The noise of the ocean faded away, and for that moment, it was just the two of you under the starry sky, no cameras or prying eyes—just you and Evan, and the beginning of something real.

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[violet-harmon2011]

to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3

[temporarywelcome]

12 Fics of Christmas Day 7 - Tate Langdon

"Stuffed Animal"

Words: 1k

Summary: Tate and reader go to a Westfield High winter event.

CONTENT WARNINGS: quick suggestive comment, alive!tate

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“...I don’t want to be here,” 

She rolled her eyes, giving her boyfriend a look as they stood hand-in-hand in the long line of Westfield High School students, “We just got on line,”

“There are a lot of people here,” Tate replied, looking down at his feet. He tried to give off a dark and mysterious vibe, always acting like the people around him were nuisances. When Y/N really got to know Tate though, she immediately found out it was a facade. He was a complete sweetheart, a sensitive guy. Yes, he did dislike most people, but she had a feeling it was for some underlying reason. 

With her, though, he was incredibly lovely. Always rushing to her side when she needed him, doing things some would deem strange just to make her smile. He knew her so well. 

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Y/N told him gently, squeezing his hand. 

“The music is really loud,”

“You love loud music,” 

“This is different,” he pouted, shuffling with her as the line moved, “I can feel it in my ribs. And it’s Christmas music. I don’t like Christmas music,”

Tate was the average holiday enjoyer. He’ll watch a few Christmas movies, he’ll decorate a bit, will definitely make cookies if that meant eating them, small stuff like that. Fully engrossing himself in the holiday cheer was not his thing. He was only here for Y/N.

“Rockin’ around the Chrismas tree…” Y/N began to shout-sing, making him wince and pout further, “...at the Christmas party hop…” A few people around them began to sing as well, making Tate groan. 

“Can’t we just go back to your place and hang out?” he mumbled. He always preferred more quiet and intimate dates where it was just the two of them. 

“Babe,” she sighed, “This is only for three hours,” They were at their school’s annual Winter Wonderland, a simple, cute event with little activities. No big deal. 

He leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder, “Three hours we could spend cuddling in bed,” 

Finally, they got to the front of the line and Tate handed over their tickets. Grinning, Y/N dragged him off to the first booth in the courtyard: hot cocoa!

“This is so cute!” she said excitedly, happily gazing along the courtyard. There were inflatable animals like polar bears and penguins wearing cute little scarves and hats, even fake snow being projected into the air, which Tate kept swatting at when it would get too close to his face. Taking out her disposable camera, she nudged him so he would look at her, “Photo?”

He immediately leaned forward and smiled for the camera. As annoyed as he was, he still wanted her to be happy. Y/N snapped the photo, giggling when he pressed a kiss to her cheek for another, which she took. 

“This hot cocoa better taste phenomenal,” he said, playfully poking her side as one of the volunteers poured him some in a small cup. 

Getting her cup, Y/N replied, “Be grateful,” Tate put a generous glob of whipped cream onto his drink before doing the same for her. “Thank you,” 

“Now what would you like to do?” he asked her before gently blowing on his drink. 

“Hmmmm,” she quickly scanned the courtyard again before her eyes lit up, pointing at a booth across from them, “Stuffed animals! Cmon cmon cmon cmon-”

Next thing he knew, he was being dragged off again, laughing at Y/N’s adorable excitement. “Slow down, we’re going to spill our drinks!”

With a groan, she slowed down to a normal walk before they were directly in front of the table, “Ah! We get to stuff them ourselves!”

A devious smirk appeared on Tate’s face, and she already knew a dirty joke was coming, “See, if we had stayed at your place, I’m sure I could have been stuffing something else-”

“-Must you always ruin the holiday magic by thinking with your dick?” she scoffed playfully, before looking back at the table. The volunteer, a teacher, was giving her a look. “Sorry,” 

Tate chuckled under his breath, draping an arm around Y/N’s waist as she carefully looked at every option. “How about we make one for each other?” he suggested. 

“Yes! Okay! I’ll make one for you!” she immediately agreed. 

The two of them began making their stuffed animals. Tate picked a husky for Y/N with a green and red scarf, grinning to himself as he grabbed the little heart to put inside. 

“Want to make a recording on it?” asked the volunteer, “So when she squeezes it, she’ll hear a message?”

When the two finished, Y/N proudly presented to him a siberian tiger with a little shirt: black with a guitar in the middle, “It’s so you,” she said proudly. 

Tate smiled as she handed it to him, giving him her own, “It is. This little guy definitely listens to Nirvana. I can smell the teen spirit,” 

“Me too!” she giggled, hugging the cat to her chest. She gasped when she heard a voice come from the small creature, “Oh! You recorded something?” she brought it to her ear, squeezing it again. 

Her eyes widen when she heard Tate’s voice come from it saying, “I love yooooou,”

“Did I hear right…?” she mumbled to herself, squeezing it again. Yes, she was right. He just said he loved her. Holy crap! “You… love me?” 

He nodded with a soft smile, dimples showing as he took her hand, “Yes, I do. A lot. I’ve known for a while now.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, a huge grin appearing on her face, “I put a recording in yours too!”

“Yeah?” he squeezed the little tiger, hearing a familiar three words. Y/N’s voice, saying a confident, “I love you,”

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Tags: @envy-of-greed @loveofcherry @bohnerrific69

[fear-is-truth]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 . . . hc .ᐟ franken! 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

loves it when you let him play with your hair. you’ll settle between his legs while he brushes your hair with painstaking care, occasionally fumbling with the brush but always being so mindful of not to hurt you.

walking through the academy’s gardens together, hand-in-hand. you both enjoy the peace of being outside, and he gets this soft, happy look on his face whenever you stop to point out pretty flowers or birds.

kyle adores cuddling, even if he doesn’t always know how to initiate it. you’ll often find him sitting awkwardly, staring at you with big puppy-dog eyes, waiting for you to give him the cue. once you did, he’s like a giant teddy bear, resting his head on your shoulder while you stroke his back, and he lets out soft sighs of contentment.

you love introducing him to animated films, especially disney / dreamworks. he’s fascinated by the visuals and gets emotionally invested in the plot, his face lighting up during funny moments and his brows furrowing during sad ones.

in the beginning, kyle hates the idea of baths, tensing up visibly whenever the subject is brought up. but over time, with gentle encouragement and lots of trust, he finally lets you help him. you make sure it’s a calm, safe experience, filling the tub with warm water and bath salts. eventually, he starts to relax, especially when you sit by the tub and talk to him quietly or wash his hair with slow, soothing strokes.

one evening, you decide to put on some music, and to your surprise, kyle awkwardly holds out his hand, asking you to dance. you take his hand and sway together in the room, his arms gently wrapped around your waist. he’s naturally not the best dancer, but he’s trying for you, and you both end up giggling and stumbling around.

super clingy in the mornings. he’ll wrap his arms around you in bed and bury his face in your neck, refusing to let you get up.

on rainy days, kyle loves nothing more than cuddling up with you under a blanket while listening to the soft patter of raindrops outside. you’ll both lay there for hours, tangled together, sharing a nap or two. you’ll rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he strokes your hair.

kyle gets this childlike joy whenever the seasons change, and fall is his favourite. you’ll take him outside, and he’ll stand watching as you make the leaves swirl with a flick of your hand. eventually, he joins in, clumsily chasing you and throwing handfuls of leaves in the air.

he loves the first snowfall of the year. he’ll pull you outside, even if it’s freezing, and spin you around in the snow, his eyes wide with excitement. he’ll try catching snowflakes on his tongue.

you’ve slowly re-introduced kyle to things like making hot chocolate or folding laundry, and while he’s still a little clumsy with these tasks, you can see how proud he is when he gets it right. you always praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, and he beams so huge :)

when the weather gets colder, the two of you a build blanket nest together in your room at the academy. you’ll spend hours just cuddling, surrounded with pillows, stuffed animals and blankets, wrapped in each other’s warmth. sometimes, you read books to him, and he leans his chin on your shoulder, completely immersed.

on chilly mornings, you and kyle love making hot cocoa together. you’ll stand side by side in the kitchen, stirring mugs of cocoa while he sneakily tries to steal marshmallows from the bag. once it’s ready, you both curl up on the couch, sharing a blanket and sipping your drinks while watching the frost gather on the windows.

when you can’t sleep, kyle will follow you to the kitchen for late-night snacks. you’ll both raid the fridge together, making little sandwiches or grabbing cookies. kyle will sit on the counter while you talk softly about nothing in particular, and he always offers to share whatever snack he’s holding.

kyle loves being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you protectively while you sleep. sometimes, though, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and switch positions, laying his head on your chest and curling up into you. either way, he always makes sure he’s touching you somehow.

he has this adorable habit of gently cupping your face with both hands and staring at you with wide, loving eyes. sometimes he just wants to admire you, thumbs brushing your cheeks, as if he’s in awe of how lucky he is to have you. even though he doesn’t talk often, his eyes tell you everything.

he’ll awkwardly bring you flowers he picked from the academy garden (sometimes with dirt still on them), or he’ll fumble when trying to do something sweet, like clumsily putting on your jacket for you.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[whosbloom]

Kyle Spencer » Scaredy cat

⋆.˚ summary/request: “So reader have a cute cat named idk 😭 and one day she bring her cat in the shared bedroom with post death Kyle, he was on his iPad trying to learn some new words when he see reader with a little animal in her arms he get scared because he don’t know what is this lil’ thing, but after reader introduced the cat to him he start to pat him and get comfortable around him.”

⋆.˚ fluffy fluff fluff , franken!kyle , i named the kitty eclipse because i’ve always wanted a cat named eclipse , i feel like this sucks but i always think my writing sucks

The bright screen illuminated his features as Kyle mumbled out the words echoing through his headphones.

He had spent the day learning as much as possible, wanting to be able to communicate with you better for when you would get back.

Though, when you stepped inside the room, he was taken aback by the small black ball of fur curled up in your arms.

“Hey, Kyle.” You smiled lightly as you adjusted your arm carefully, walking over to him and leant over to see what he was working on, before sitting down with a sigh.

His eyes immediately went to the ball of fur, slowly removing the headphones as he listened to it purring. His eyes shot open a bit pit of slight worry and fear, not knowing what it was, only causing him to become nervous.

“You good?” You spoke quietly, following his gaze down to the cat, realization hitting you as you slowly looked back up at him. “It’s a cat.. named him Eclipse.”

His gaze found yours, his brows knitted together as he moved the iPad to sit on the nightstand. “C-cat..?”

You nodded as he spoke, feeling as Eclipse slowly lifted his head and took in his surroundings, eventually looking up at Kyle and meowed. He didn’t know how to react, simply freezing up as he stared into his eyes.

“Kyle, it’s okay. He’s not gonna hurt you.” You laughed lightly, tilting your head to the side a bit. “You can pet him.. he won’t do anything.”

He let out a shaky breath as he carefully brought a hand up and placed it on his back, feeling the soft fur under his fingers as he lightly traced down his back, before mimicking the gesture a few times.

“Cat..” He spoke quietly again, a small smile forming on his lips as he ducked his head done to get closer.

After a minute he looked up at you again, moving his hands around a little to gesture he wanted to hold the cat.

“Alright, alright.. carefully, okay? Don’t want either of you getting hurt.” You moved his arms in a way that he could hold the small kitten, carefully putting Eclipse in his hold and ran your own hand down his back. “I’m assuming you like the cat already?”

He eagerly nodded, looking down at him with a wide smile, using one hand to carefully scratch his chin.

[marchsfreakshow]

Heart To Heart [Kyle Spencer]

Fluff! / A lil short sorry

You decided to take a leap and go to a party with Kyle. God, it was so loud...but somehow, Kyle just being there helped you.

aaaa thank you for requesting this @vi0l3tluvsu !! I've been wanting to write some more Frat!Kyle recently, so thank u for your smart idea. 🫶🫶

[this is probably gonna sound a bit ooc cause I haven't seen Coven for a good while unfortunately :/]

No one's perspective

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Parties were never your thing. Not really. But, having a frat boy as your boyfriend changed that. A little. Kyle would happily take an evening binge watching something like Supernatural with you in your dorm over a party.

"Okay, are you sure? Cause, we can leave right now and go to make those gingerbread cookies you've been talking about recently?" Kyle asked quietly, as the both of you stood outside the frat house. The bass pounding itself already into your heart despite not even being close to the doorway yet.

A small smile graced your face, and nodding, you took Kyle's hands. "I'm 100% sure. I want to do something that makes you happy too darling. And this party is one of them." The both of you headed inside where LEDs blinded you for a few moments. The seizure inducing flashes of colour burning into your retinas. Fuck it, you'll get used to it over the night. Kyle held you close, hand tight on the small of your back as he led you through the house to a crowded kitchen.

A drink in your hand, the other resting on Kyle's hand that had snaked around your front. He had a drink himself in his free hand. "Okay, we got drinks...where to sweetheart?"

"...Let's find a crowd to slip into." Kyle nodded once you suggested some mingling. The blonde lead you into a crowd of his frat friends, each guy seeming bigger and beefier than the last. So intimidating. However, Kyle was stuck by you. His hand was comfortably around your front as he kept you against his back, conversations waving past your ears from time to time. But you still managed to get a word in, happily talking to the frat boys about whatever show you were watching, that wasn't Supernatural.

Kyle occasionally pressed a kiss to your cheek, and smiled against your skin. Seeing you get on with others, and in general have fun made him happy. "You having fun then?" He asked with a chuckle, putting a few more kisses to your cheek.

Your reply was a quick nod as you turned your head slightly. "Definitely."

The evening continued on with Kyle never leaving your side. Music never stopped in your ears, and your eyes did get used to the occasional flashing LEDs. Eventually. Your drink had been discarded, mainly because use you were finished, and happily wrapped your arms around Kyle's shoulders. He kept an arm firmly around your back, determined to never let you out of your sight. His eyes never left you as he watched you dance. A small smile still playing on your lips that never left.

God. You were the prettiest person he'd ever seen. No one could take that from him.

"You're truly... beautiful.." Kyle whispered, taking a moment to find the right word.

While you were used to his compliments, it didn't stop your cheeks feeling warm under the lights and the smile on your face widening a little. Of course, you didn't fully accept the compliment. He was too pretty in his own right. "Says you, pretty boy."

"Says me?" He gasped slightly, immediately grinning.

"Yeah, says you!"

Kyle's next response was just a kiss. Bringing you flush against him as your hand found his hair, playing with some strands when the kiss continued. "You're so sweet." He complimented quietly, gazing into your eyes like the lovesick golden retriever he was.

"nuh uh.."

"...yuh huh!" He nodded eagerly, chuckling as he retorted your denial.

The both of you ended up in a small fit of giggles in the corner of the living room, happily ignoring the others at the party. Too perfect. You stayed in that corner for the rest of the night, watching everyone else party contentedly. It was perfect. "I'm glad you convinced me to come."

Kyle looked over to you, his arm now around your shoulders. "Yeah? Aw, I'm glad. Can I convince you to come to another then soon?"

"...Totally."

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[frankenkyle19]

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Description: Kyle and reader stumble upon a wounded hedgehog in the park one day and decide to take it back to the academy. They get it healed up but when it’s time to let it go back into the wild, Kyle realizes he’s attached and has to learn how to let go.

it’s FINALLY HERE and I’m so happy with how it turned out. It’s so so cute 😭

Teaching the zombie boy compassion and gentleness was no small feat. It proved extremely difficult, much more than you had first intended, and at times you got frustrated. Not at him, of course, just the situation. The problem was none of this should have happened in the first place. Kyle had died, and Zoe and Madison had been selfish enough to bring him back for their own pleasure. You knew Zoe had good intentions but it was still wrong. Because now Kyle was half of who he used to be, confused and in pain and so so scared. It wasn’t fair for him and you couldn’t even begin to try and understand what was going on inside that mind of his. You were worried it would drive you to madness.

Kyle tried his best. He really did. You could see it in his warm brown eyes. He was trying. He was still him. 

It was just a matter of how to coax more of that old Kyle out of hiding. 

Taking him on walks around the town helped. Helped with his cognitive abilities as well as his motor abilities. He walked almost completely normal now, without a limp and with much more confidence. Not slouched down and as scared as he had first been when you brought him outside. He loved the sun and the way it felt on his body, he would stay outside for hours just to feel the sun on his face and soak in its warm, calming rays. 

So it was really no surprise that on this slightly chilly afternoon, the two of you could be found walking in the park, taking in the nature around you and enjoying the feeling of being in such peaceful quiet. Kyle had wandered a bit ahead of you on the trail, leaning down every few seconds to examine a certain leaf or rock. His innocent fascination with nature made your heart squeeze a bit. His innocence was something you longed to have. Like a child, you thought…

You were quickly interrupted by your thoughts when Kyle made a noise of distress, quickly running back to you, holding up his hand to your face. He had what appeared to be a little prick on his finger. You assumed it was just from a thorn but then Kyle pointed at a small pile of leaves just off the trail that was rustling around a bit, making a weird chuffing sound.

You furrowed your brows, quite confused now. Was it a squirrel or a mouse? But no that couldn’t be right, because Kyle hadn’t been bit, it looked like he’d been.. Poked.

You approached the moving pile of leaves cautiously, Kyle creeping behind you, still holding his hand, a frown on his usual soft features.

You bent down and gently brushed the top layer of leaves off the pile to reveal a small little creature. A hedgehog. It appeared peaceful at first before you saw the blood on its leg that led up to a decent sized cut on its little thigh.

Wincing, you leaned down to get a closer look. The hedgehog curled further into itself, spines sticking up defensively. Poor thing must be terrified…

You didn’t exactly know what to do, but you couldn’t just leave it there to its fate. It would stand no chance against the weather or predators that would come across it.

You carefully took off your sweater and wrapped the hedgehog up in it before picking it up, the sweater a barrier between your bare hands and its spikes. 

It was cold to the touch and its breathing was shallow. You weren’t sure how much longer it had but you wanted to get it back to the academy as soon as possible to keep it warm and do some research to figure out how you could help it.

Kyle stared at the sweater intently, still holding his finger as well as a grudge on the little creature. You’d have to explain to him later that the poor thing was just scared. Just like he had been those weeks ago when he was first brought back. They were two in the same really.

Once back at the academy you brought the creature up to your room away from the other girls and placed it carefully on your bed. That wound definitely needed treatment, and soon before it had the chance to get infected.

“Kyle-“ you said gently, giving him a smile to show him it was okay.

“Can you watch the hedgehog for just a second? I have to go get some things to make it feel better. It’s hurt,”  You gently traced the stitched scars on Kyle’s neck and he nodded in understanding. This creature had been hurt, like he had. And it needed to be fixed. 

With Kyle sitting next to the balled up little creature you ran to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. You weren’t sure what you’d be able to use on the hedgehog or not, but anything was better than nothing.

When you came back with the supplies Kyle was just staring at the hedgehog that had begun to root around in the covers, probably looking for food or a burrow.

You grabbed what you needed and began to work on the little thing’s leg. Luckily it didn’t appear broken, but you were curious as to how it had gotten this cut. Maybe a coyote had tried to grab it and got scared off by the spines? Maybe. Who knows.

Once the wound was cleaned you gently applied a layer of ointment to keep out infection before wrapping it up, making sure not to make it too tight. 

Next was research. To figure out how to care for it and what it needed. It wasn’t a domesticated hedgehog so you knew its care would be a bit different.

Once researched you had to drag Kyle back out again, this time to the grocery store. You could tell he was a bit anxious because of all the people and the noise but if he was with you, he was okay. You picked up a few cans of wet cat food to feed the hedgehog as well as some towels for it to use as bedding. 

Once you returned to the academy it was beginning to get dark out and you needed to help Kyle get ready for bed. Once he was tucked in and asleep, you finished up with the hedgehog, feeding it some of the cat food before placing it in a box with the soft towels, watching as it quickly buried itself in them before falling asleep as well.

You then got yourself ready for bed, getting comfy next to Kyle as he snuggled up against your warm body, snoring softly.

You didn’t remember falling asleep but when you woke up, Kyle was gone. He wasn’t next to you in bed which was odd because he loved to cuddle with you and would stay in bed as long as possible.

You looked around panicked for a moment before your eyes spotted him, on the ground next to the box that housed the hedgehog. He was cooing at it gently, making sweet sounds as he peeked at it, careful not to touch it and risk hurting himself again.

“I-It…. It O-OkAy.” He spoke, words broken up as he tried to get them out the best he could. He hadn’t spoken much since he’d come back, so this was a bit of a shock to you.

Maybe this little creature would be good for Kyle.

Over the next few days Kyle helped feed and cleaned the little thing, being very gentle and even giving it a few pets every now and then. The hedgehog seemed to know the two of you were helping it and calmed down, not as defensive as it once was.

Each day you’d check on its wound and each day it was getting better and better until it had scabbed over and was almost completely healed. You knew once it was healed you’d have to release it back into the wild, but what you had forgotten to do was prepare Kyle to say goodbye to it.

“L-leave?” He asked sadly, holding the hedgehog in his lap with a towel, shaking his head. He didn’t want his new friend to leave. He was so afraid of being left alone.

“We have to let him go, Kyle.” You said. It was bittersweet but you’d be wrong to keep the thing for your own selfish reasons when it belonged in the wild. It didn’t deserve to be like a bird trapped in a cage for the rest of its life. Not when it had this second chance at life.

“N-nooo” Kyle croaked, shaking his head once more as he held it a bit tighter. “L-loooOve.” He said, looking down at the hedgehog.

This would be harder than you thought…

You gave Kyle one more day with the creature before the two of you made your way with the hedgehog back to the park where you’d first found it. 

Kyle held it close to him, crying quietly as you made your way back to the spot in which you’d found it a few weeks earlier.

You looked back at Kyle who gave you a sad smile before gently setting the hedgehog down into the leaves once more. He gave it one last pet before standing up, wiping messily at his tears.

“B-bye.” He said sadly, waving at the hedgehog who turned to look at the two of you before wandering back into the leaves where it belonged.

You pulled Kyle into a hug and watched the creature until you could see it no longer, and then the two of you turned to head back to the academy, sun setting.

Hand in hand with the zombie boy, you smiled. He’d learned a lot these past few weeks and who would have thought a little creature like a hedgehog could teach him empathy and kindness to a creature much smaller than him? That every living thing deserved life and a fighting chance. 

Kyle mumbled under his breath and you tilted your head curiously at him, trying to pick up what he had said.

“What, Kyle?” You asked, pausing on the trail as you gave him a confused look.

“F-Fr..Freee” He said, gesturing back to where you had released the hedgehog.

It took you a minute to understand but when you did you smiled at the boy who understood more than he showed. That the old Kyle was still just as there as before the accident.

“You’re right,” You smiled up at him. 

“He is free. And so are you.” 

[honeyinthesummer]

"omg i look sooooo gray."

"no, you don't."

"i'm going to take pictu- what?"

"what? you don't look gray."

"i said great."

you could hear a pindrop. kyle has suddenly paused his movements, his eyes meeting your glare in the mirror before facing you properly.

"i thought you said gray! i'm so sorry. you're absolutely drop-dead gorgeous right now people will question how can i handle all that."

his apologies are muffled when he envelopes you in a warm embrace, but now your giggles drown his frantic explanations.

"just kidding. i totally said gray." you joke.

he's not an explosive or reactive kind of guy when you mess with him like this, but he'll probably headlock you just to have you wheeze and wiggle free from his grasp before you'd actually turn gray.

he'd remember this trick and pull a reverse card on you. sometimes he could pull it off with a serious facade. you can't prank him ever because he'll just do it better.

[evanpfics]

Restless Nights - Kyle Spencer ( fluff )

This has post-death Kyle in it, so he is still struggling with speech, thoughts, etc.

If you have any feedback let me know, anything helps since I struggle with spelling and grammar. Any criticism helps.

Warnings: none

You have been staying at the school of witches for quite awhile. You enjoyed your time there allowing yourself to explore freely and focus on getting your powers under control.

You were able to make hallucinations come to life.. well at least be able to allow people to see certain hallucinations.

It took a lot of work being able to get into the mind of more than one person at a time to make whatever you wanted them to see become ‘real’.

After awhile of being able to practice your skill you felt very tired out. You make your way up the stairs and into your room after a long days work.

As you enter the room you can see Kyle sitting on your bed watching his tablet seeming to be very drawn into what he was watching.

You decide to take a quick shower and change into some comfortable clothing. You lit some candles and set them on your night-stand as you see the sun starting to set, it was 8:03PM.

You tap Kyle on his shoulders causing him to jolt up being suprised from the sudden touching since he was so interested in his tablet.

“Time for bed, Kyle” You told him as you gently look of his headphones.

He looked a bit disappointed but nodded and handed you the tablet. You set the tablet and headphones inside your night stand drawer.

You didn’t hate the idea of sharing rooms with him, he was a sweet heart, but it wouldn’t be your first choice. Since so many witches been coming here it has been hard having to find spacing. So multiple people had to be grouped together in rooms, just hated the idea of having to be the only one who had to share a bed with someone else.

As you and Kyle lay next to each other facing opposite sides you can feel yourself drifting to sleep.

You wake up to him lightly groaning while moving around the bed trying to find different positions to finally get comfortable.

You sit up on the bed rubbing your eyes looking over at him.

“Kyle? It’s time for bed sweetie. What are you doing?” You placed your hand on his arm.

He got a bit startled and sat up along with you.

“T—Tiiired..” He said sounding a bit upset as if he was on the verge of tears. You couldn’t help but feel at least a bit bad.

You stared at your clock seeing the time be 2:30AM, poor boy couldn’t sleep this whole time.

You cupped his cheek into your hand and rubbed your thumb gently on his cheek.

“Poor honey, you must be so exhausted, huh?” He looked up at you with very tired eyes. You can tell he hasn’t slept good in awhile from the eye-bags forming.

You smiled at him gently before laying on your side, you tapped the spot in front gesturing him to lay next to you.

He positioned himself next to you allowing you to big spoon him.

You closed your eyes allowing yourself to see how far your ability can go.

You formed an hallucination of a very starry night sky above you guys, twinkling stars being able to shine beautifully above you guys.

Kyle looked up in surprised with a shocked look on his face.

“P—Pretty” He said as he enjoyed the sight of the twinkling bright stars above him.

You began to play with his hair massaging his head here and there to allow him to relax more.

You can see his eyes fluttering shut then opening randomly, you can tell he was still struggling to sleep but not as bad.

You rubbed the side of his arm gently causing him to fall asleep after a bit.

You found yourself slowly beginning to fall asleep yourself from your rhythmic movements.

“Goodnight, Kyle.”

You whispered as you faded in your sleep, your formed hallucination soon following.

Thank you for reading!

If you have any suggestions or criticism on stuff I need to fix/work on let me know.

[drowningyoursorrow]

WALLFLOWER

kyle spencer x gn! reader (pt, 2)

You were a barista that worked at a coffee shop in a more secluded area, with only a selective few of customers. You often remained in the back, but ever since you started serving a group regularly. They called themselves witches, and you somewhat believed them. Typically, being away from the world, leading to unwanted loneliness in your work place. You've caught the eye of a certain dead blonde.

!!!: mild violence, yelling W/C: 1.5k

There was a loud ding at the door as a group of people strode up-front to order, they were your usual. You were more comfortable taking this particular group's order, generally because they didn't really pay attention to you. And they had a certain aura of confidence circulating around them that made it more relaxing for you. Scanning them, you spotted a new face. Usually there was 5 of them, you've caught on their names now.

The usual were Zoe, Madison, Queenie, Nan, and Misty. Although they were always together, they fought, a lot. You've grown accustomed to the bickering that would fill up the empty café, it made it more lively in a way. Quickly, you shifted your attention back to the boy only for a glimpse as you put in their orders, he was tall to say the least. His face was adorned with unruly blonde hair that swayed loosely on his head.

He appeared exhausted and somewhat distant as he stood behind the group, exhibiting a sense of discomfort. The girls exchanged a look before they shoved the dude up-front to take his own order. Zoe whispering words of encouragement to him, which only made you grow confused, but you waited nevertheless. You and his sort of just had a stare down as it looked like he was trying to form the words to say what he needed. You exchanged a glance with Zoe, but she only looked at you as if she wanted you to wait for him.

Furthermore, you understood and just shifted your gaze back at him with a small smile to possibly ease his nerves. It looked like it worked at least a little because he relaxed and returned the smile more sheepishly. Eventually he spoke up in a sort of soft but rough voice, “I- IIII.....Cara..- Caramel? Coffeeeee.” He slurred the last part, but you still required him to be more specific, but before you could speak. Zoe whispered softly to him as she pointed at the menu, “Kyle, you have to choose the size and what kind of caramel coffee you want. You have to be more specific.”

She gave you an apologetic smile as he started once more, “Ca-...Caramel Moooch? Mochi...- Med- ium.” You only smiled more at his wording, but how he seemed to be genuinely trying his best. It made your chest feel warmer, for some reason. “Alright, so medium caramel macchiato it is, for?” “Kyle.” You nodded, amused at the fact that he stated his name so confidently in response, you bit your cheek, but your grin remained.

Kyle's gaze was basically piercing through you as you finished putting in all of their orders and taking the payment. Zoe finished up, smiling at you, “Thank you for not getting upset or anything.” “Oh, of course, yeah! It's always great to practice with this stuff in case you forget or something?” She laughed at the response and ushered Kyle to the table everybody else was sitting at. Acknowledging that there were no other customers, you went in the back to help make their drinks.

Since the place is always dead, your manager only puts two of you on the job, which you can't argue with because it's understandable. Noticing that the drinks were all being prepared already and your coworker shooing you off to go stay up-front. You and them sort of had this deal that you just work up-front and serve while they make everything. It was easier for you so you agreed, but god, sometimes you'd wish they'd let you help it was incredibly boring just standing and doing nothing all day. You leaned against the counter as you scrolled through your phone, but you felt that unwavering gaze on you once more.

Slowly you lifted your head to the corner of the caf￩, the group were bickering once more, but the culprit remained quiet. He was basically squished in-between Madison and Zoe, but he was still out of place. He looked as if he was trying to discreetly stare at you or something, which only made this amusing to you. You weren't creeped out by his unwavering stare, although it would make more sense, instead it only made you internally laugh. You pretended you just didn't catch him and just went back on your phone as you shifted to where your back would be facing him.

As you did, a grunt came from his area, and eventually you heard slamming then hushed yelling. You peeked over your shoulder a bit, confused, you saw Kyle tugging at his hair as Zoe was trying to soothe him. Madison looked absolutely put up with it, and everybody else was continued on like it was a daily occurrence. You could pick out this from Madison, “Kyle, this is why we don't fucking take you anywhere, did a fly set you off? Huh? Nothing was even happening! Why are you freaking out, Frankenstein?” You turned back around, caught off guard, but it isn't your place to judge, so you just went back on your phone.

There was another slam and slightly wailing which caused your eyebrows to furrow, and you fully turned around. Because this was now concerning, and you are an unbelievably nosey person. Kyle's fingers were still ripping at his hair, but eventually stopped as he stared at you once more, relaxing. The group turned to you as if you were the holy grail. Honestly, you were confused yourself, and it must've shown because the group looked at each other giving certain looks.

But Kyle's attention remained on you as you eyed him suspiciously because his actions and reactions baffled you. Madison blurted at you, “Hey! Wreck! Turn around again!” You furrowed your brows because what the hell, you're serving her and she's insulting you. You could spit in her drink, does she realize that? But she kind of was intimidating, so you did as you were told and there it was again.

The frustrated whining and slamming from the blonde erupted once again, so you turned back around again. It was like playing peek-a-boo with a baby, he's okay but as long as your face isn't visible he started throwing a tantrum. And you didn't find that weird in the slightest, instead you were intrigued and gave Kyle a light smile as the group turned into whispers. Before anything else could happen, there was a ding, meaning that their drinks were done. So quickly, you went and grabbed what they wanted, not staying long enough to hear the groaning.

You hurriedly walked to them and set down what was necessary as you handed Kyle his drink, holding it in front of him. He eyed you before shakily taking it from your grasp, his hand encasing around the whole thing, briefly swallowing your own hand whole. His touch was cold, but it still sent sparks through your body, as if you got shocked directly. You tugged your hand away as you believed he had a good enough hold on it, in which he gave you a pleading look. You looked at the group with a confused look as they studied you and nervously sped walk away from their view and hid in the back.

Kyle must've been still stunned from the shock as well because he only stared ahead, his drink sat down beside him. He was rubbing the palm that grazed yours as Zoe and Madison spoke in his ear about something. Before you could go back out to apologize, everyone was getting up, Madison dragging Kyle with her as he tried to remain. You were peeking from the doorway, afraid to be confronted and possibly blamed for whatever was going on. Zoe went to help Madison, whispering something in his ear, which caused him to be more compliant and follow her.

As all their backs were turned from the front, you hastily made your way back out and studied what was going on. Everyone was arguing once more, Zoe and Madison were basically clashing, you've never seen two people be so close yet be incredible enemies. As everyone was heading out the door, you could see the blonde turn his head to check if you returned in, which you did. You and his made brief eye contact that felt as if it made you two connected in a way, which was weird because you just met this guy. He opened his lips to speak as he tried to plant his feet again, but before he could, the door was slammed behind him as he was dragged out.

You and him stared at each other through the front window, not knowing what to do, you just kind of awkwardly waved. You've never seen anybody ever light up so quickly and so much because he was beaming at you. Reciprocating your action as smiles laced both of your lips as he was dragged out of view. Still processing what happened you just stared ahead, this all felt unreal and strange to say the least. Only if you knew what Zoe had whispered to ease his nerves as he was being tugged away from you.

Maybe she was promising he'd see you again.

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- Might make more parts, this was cheesy to make but sweet - This was not proofread in any shape or form - I love coffee - The fact I work at a ice cream shop instead of a barista is insane

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

[emmalandry]

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟛𝟘 ~ 𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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Sitting down in your shared bed, across from eachother. Kyle is palming himself through his pants, as you begin to tease your clit.

You’re completely naked, with Kyle still in his pajama pants. His bulge is eminent. “Please Ky. Take them off. Can’t take this. ‘s not fair.” You pout your lip and give him puppy dog eyes.

“Awe what’s the matter, baby? Can’t control yourself?” He asks tauntingly as he grips himself through his pajamas. He’s not wearing anything underneath, you can tell.

“Cmon Ky. Don’t be like this. Please.” His teasing is only making you wetter but you don’t know how much longer you can go without seeing him bare infront of you.

Your fingers run up and down your dripping slit. “Don’t you wanna touch yourself for me? Hm?” You’re biting your bottom lip now, anything to convince him.

He rolls his eyes and gives you a cheesy smile, before taking his cock out of his pants. It’s standing tall and proud, slapping against his muscular tummy.

The precum is oozing down his cock and onto his happy trail. “ ‘s pretty Ky. Just like you.” Your head rolls back as you enter your fingers inside your cunt.

He picks up his stroke pace, but he’s still gently squeezing the tip to make his precum drip out more. “You’re so beautiful baby, such a pretty pussy. Know your little fingers can’t reach as deep as mine can. ‘sn’t that right, princess?”

“Needa Cum. Please have to cum!” You beg and plead with him and who is he to resist your cute little whimpers as you finger fuck yourself imagining it’s him.

“Go ahead baby, im right there with you. Go ahead. Be a good girl, cum for me.” That’s all it takes for your juices to gush all down your fingers as his sticky cum shoots onto his tummy.

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[sometimescherwrites]

Lazy Morning

Kyle Spencer x male!reader drabble

word count: 350

content: cuddling with your hungover bf, this post but it’s slightly longer, male!reader

Waking up with a headache wasn’t exactly unusual. Not when you were dating a frat boy- an incredibly popular one at that. But waking up in your dorm with him in your arms… that was a delicacy you wished you could indulge in always.

And maybe once you graduated you would. Now that was a thought that could keep you going for years if it had to.

Kyle is snoring softly, sprawled on his stomach, mouth open just slightly, and looking borderline angelic. You couldn’t understand for the life of you how it was possible for someone to be so gorgeous.

Or how it was possible to get so lucky.

Though a bit hazy, last nights events put a smile on your face. It had been yet another party- nothing different or new, but Kyle had done karaoke. There was something about watching your just a bit too tipsy boyfriend belt out the lyrics to Africa while standing on a ping pong table.

He’d had so much fun with it. And by the time the night had come to a close, the two of you had gotten in an Uber to get back to your dorm. Both of you so exhausted that you’d barely managed to kick off your shoes before falling into bed.

Which led you to the current moment in time. He seemed to notice you weren’t as close to him as he wanted. Half awake and mostly asleep as he rolled over, practically crushing you, face smushed against your chest, a content sigh leaving his lips.

Absentmindedly, you toy with the strands of his hair. Throughout the course of the party last night, it had gotten progressively curlier. And sleeping on it hadn’t helped it stay straight either.

One hand traces absentminded patterns on his back, occasionally making a heart or writing out an I love you. The other brushes through the no-longer straight strands, untangling what you can.

He’s already asleep again, eyes shut serenely, his face completely lax and peaceful. And you’re the luckiest man to ever live.

[violet-harmon2011]

going to a party with frat!kyle

kyle the type of guy to never let you go out alone at night

you need to be with your friends, or he's coming with you

WILL beat up anyone who even looks at you wrong

hates going to parties without you

and if you get intoxicated, he's super protective

obvi he isn't overbearing, so when you slip away from him, he doesn't notice how drunk you are...

...until one of his frat bros points out that you're dancing on top of a table

and then it's like that scene from 10 things i hate about you (!!) and you bonk your head on the chandelier and kyle being the chivalrous hero he is catches you when you fall and takes care of you when you have a concussion even after you vomit on his shoes

deals with all your drunken antics

"get away, mister! i have a boyfriend, you know"

"is he blonde and about a foot taller and do you call him ky?" he would chuckle at the way your eyes light up

"he's only like...(counts on fingers) eight inches taller. hey! how do you know what my boyfriend looks like, stalker?!"

five minutes later, you would pass out in his arms and he would carry you home

lays you in bed and kisses your forehead, "love you, sunshine"

dotes on you even though you aren't awake just bc you look so peaceful and gorgeous asleep

takes your makeup off for you

"ahh cold" you try to push his caring hands away

"sorry, baby, it'll feel better in the morning, promise"

will only ever have eyes for you

and oh, those gorgeous chocolate brown puppy eyes

<3

[temporarywelcome]

12 Fics of Christmas Day 5 - Kyle Spencer

"Arts and Crafts"

Words: 1k

Summary: Kyle loves making Christmas gifts, going a little overboard with making presents for reader. She begins to feel neglected, unaware of what he is doing.

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Everyone knew this guy was whipped. 

Kyle Spencer, the frat leader who was actually the world’s biggest sweetheart, was sat in the back of Tulane’s library with scissors and construction paper, carefully looking at a YouTube tutorial as he attempted to make his lovely girlfriend another unique Christmas card. The fourth he has made. 

It’s not like he had messed up on the others. He just planned on giving her four Christmas cards, or maybe even more, depending on how much time he can find for himself till Christmas Day. 

He loved giving gifts, and he especially loved giving them to his girlfriend, so he didn’t mind being hunched over a table with his brows furrowed, concentrated on the video while his homework stayed stuffed in the bottom of his bookbag for him to deal with later. Expertly cutting a straight line, Kyle paused when he saw a notification pop up on his phone. A call. From Y/N!

Setting down the scissors and paper, Kyle answered, “Hey, baby! What’s up?” he noticed another student glaring at him for being loud, causing him to flush. ‘Sorry’, he mouthed. 

“Just finished up with a class,” she chirped in response.

“Ah, anatomy, right?” he asked, now whispering. He had her schedule memorized at this point. 

“Yep! I was wondering if we could go to the cafe together?” 

Kyle pursed his lips, looking down at the project in front of him. He already had the glue gun ready and running, a mess of little knick knacks around him. “Um, how about another day?” he asked, biting his bottom lip. 

Y/N took a moment to respond, “Oh… Yeah, that’s fine! I’ll talk to you later?”

“I’ll talk to you later, baby! I’ll call you, promise,” he assured her, “I love yooooou,”

“Love you too, babe,” she laughed quietly before hanging up. 

Putting the YouTube tutorial back on, Kyle set down his phone and went back to work, determined to make the perfect card for his girlfriend. 

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With a deep sigh, Y/N slipped her phone back into her bag, a slightly annoyed expression forming on her face. She and Kyle haven’t had a proper date in two weeks, and she was starting to get worried.  Was she doing something wrong? Or maybe he was just busy studying for finals that were coming up for the semester?

Or…

Was it possible Kyle found someone new?

No, of course not. He was a sweetheart, and everyone could agree. If he had lost feelings for her, he would tell her. As nervously and gently as possible, but he would tell her. He wouldn’t leave her hanging. 

So what the fuck was going on?

Maybe he was beginning to realize he didn’t want her anymore? He was trying to figure out how to tell her?

She didn’t know what it was, but she was beginning to feel a bit insecure. Okay, very insecure. But she won’t ever admit it. Never. The only thing that kept her a little at ease was that Kyle was missing frat parties too, so whatever he was busy with must actually be important. 

Unless he was making sure his new bitch was a secret.

Really, Y/N? Are you hearing yourself? This is Kyle Spencer! He could do no wrong. You bagged the sweetest guy on the planet. 

She was still worried.

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Another week had passed, and Kyle was seated on his bed, humming to himself as he carefully built a Lego set of flowers, another thing to add to the growing collection of Christmas presents he had ready for Y/N. The set came with a pot and everything, the flowers in her favorite colors. It was perfect. 

A knock sounded on his door and he looked up, “Yeah, Mom?”

His mother slowly opened the door, “Y/N is here to see you,” she told him, glancing at the Legos he was diligently working on. 

He bit his bottom lip, looking at the little pieces he had thrown around, “Um, tell her I’m not feeling well, please,”

“She’s right behind me,” her mom deadpanned, and he awkwardly looked away, clearing his throat as his mother stepped aside to reveal a pissed off Y/N. 

“Shit,” Kyle mumbled to himself. Noticing Y/N storm off, he scrambled to his feet, slipping past his mother and down the stairs, “Y/N Baby, wait! Come on!”

“Fuck off,” she grumbled over her shoulder, marching straight out to the door. 

He sighed, following her down the porch and grabbing her wrist, “Can you at least listen to me?”

“You wanted your mom to lie to me and tell me you’re sick while you’re fucking around with fucking Legos?” she snapped, whirling towards his direction, “We haven’t had a proper date in three weeks, Kyle! Three fucking weeks! What the hell have you been doing this whole time?! Are literal Legos more important than your girlfriend?” 

“No no no,” he placed his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes, “Those Legos are for you, babe,”

“...what?”

Kyle chuckled softly, resting his forehead on hers, “This is our first Christmas together so you don’t really know how I am with that but… I go a bit crazy. I’ve been making you presents all month,” 

She paused, eyes darting around as she processed his words. He was making her presents. All month. That sounds like a whole ass load of presents. “All month?” she repeated.

“Yes, babe. You thought I was ignoring you for shits and giggles?” he laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Nah, you just kept calling me at the worst times,”

“Oh…” Y/N trailed off, “I feel stupid,”

He shook his head, “No, you had every right to be suspicious. I should have made more time for you so it wasn’t so obvious something was up. I’m sorry. How about I take you out right now, babe?” 

A small smile formed on her face and she nodded, giggling as he placed a soft kiss to her nose, “Okay,”

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[fear-is-truth]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 . . . hc .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

tags — fem!reader﹒sfw + nsfw﹒headcanons﹒frat boy! kyle spencer﹒smut﹒

boyfriend!kyle who has a thing for soft, quick nose kisses. he’ll lean in and nuzzle his nose against yours when you’re talking, grinning every time you scrunch up your face in response. then kiss the tip of your nose.

boyfriend!kyle who always rests his head in your lap when he’s tired, completely melting when you stroke his blonde curls.

boyfriend!kyle who shoves your hands into his coat pockets when it’s freezing outside, mumbling, “just keep them there, okay?”

boyfriend!kyle who helps you bake christmas cookies. he’ll sneak a spoonful of frosting, smear some on your cheek, and kiss it off you.

boyfriend!kyle who has been quietly saving up for something he knows you’d love—a vintage record player, a necklace you pointed out once, or concert tickets to your favourite artist.

boyfriend!kyle who loves lazy weekend mornings where you’re both too comfy to get out of bed. he’ll pull you closer, nuzzling into your neck and mumbling, “five more minutes babyyy,” even though it’s already been an hour.

boyfriend!kyle who doesn’t even question it when you start stealing his varsity jacket. he loves seeing you wear it, especially when it’s way too big on you.

boyfriend!kyle who loves sitting with you by the window during storms, wrapping a blanket around the both of you as the rain pours. he’ll trace random patterns on your hand while you pick raindrops on the glass and race them.

boyfriend!kyle who’s the guy who stays sober enough to keep an eye on you and your drink.

boyfriend!kyle who insists on walking you back to your dorm or driving you home after a late night out, no matter how tired he is. “text me when you’re safe” isn’t enough for him—he wants to be the one ensuring it.

boyfriend!kyle who always notices when you’re upset, even if you don’t say anything. he’ll quietly sit with you, hold your hand or rub circles on your back until you’re ready to talk.

boyfriend!kyle who always makes time to help you with random things like carrying groceries, fixing your bike, or figuring out your printer.

boyfriend!kyle who makes you playlists of songs that remind him of you (definitely includes toto)

boyfriend!kyle who takes his studies seriously. he’d spread out his notes and flashcards to help you prep for exams, coming up with goofy mnemonics to make things easier.

boyfriend!kyle who lets you sit on his lap while he plays video games.

boyfriend!kyle who gives the best hugs, warm and firm, like he’s trying to absorb all your stress. he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and mumble “i love you”.

boyfriend!kyle who takes you to the mall on random weekends just so you can pet the puppies in the pet store. he watches you with the softest smile while a little golden retriever climbs into your lap.

boyfriend!kyle who tries to learn your favorite songs on the guitar just to surprise you.

boyfriend!kyle who holds your face in both hands when he kisses you, lips always lingering and reluctant to part from yours. because you’re the most precious thing in his world.

boyfriend!kyle who adores your little quirks and habit’s, like the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love or the way you always tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re focused.

boyfriend!kyle who insists on holding your shopping bags, even if it’s just one tiny bag.

boyfriend!kyle who sneaks kisses on your temple during movie nights, and holds your hand under the blanket.

boyfriend!kyle who is extra careful about your comfort and boundaries. if you ever seem unsure or uncomfortable, he’ll stop everything immediately. (consent king)

boyfriend!kyle who likes eye contact and lacing your fingers together during soft sex.

boyfriend!kyle who loves it when you tug on his hair during sex, the moans that escape him give him away every time.

boyfriend!kyle who fucks you into the mattress during rough sex.

boyfriend!kyle who loves going down on you.

boyfriend!kyle who is so mindful of your well-being, constantly asking if you feel okay physically, mentally and emotionally.

boyfriend!kyle who always has heartfelt praises for you afterward to make sure you know how much he appreciates you.

boyfriend!kyle who massages your shoulders or back if you’re sore, knowing exactly how to relieve the tension.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[whosbloom]

Kyle Spencer » I’m sorry

⋆.˚ summary/request: “Hii ! I just discovered ur acc and it’s just so aesthetics and ur Evan blurb 🤌🏻 I don’t know if u take requests but could you make something cute with Kyle please ? Maybe Kyle upset reader but he doesn’t realize that and when he see reader looking upset he realizes that he did something wrong.”

⋆.˚ slight angst , fluffy ending , insanely short but sweet , i think it’s my first request so i’m hoping this lives up to expectations 🫶

The silence was absolutely killing him.

Kyle hated when you were upset, especially if it was his fault. Except he didn’t know what he did to make you avoid him like the plague, and of course he didn’t realize he did something until he heard you sniffle in the bathroom.

He had played over every scenario in his head. Did he flirt with someone while drunk? Did he not give you enough attention? Did he accidentally make a rude comment? All the possibilities were giving him a headache.

Which lead to now, with him practically on his knees trying to get forgiveness for what he did.

“Babe, babe, look at me.” He spoke softly, reaching a hand up to wipe away your tears, a frown on his lips. “I’m sorry, whatever I did, I’m sorry. Please just tell me what I did..”

You took a deep breath in, grabbing his wrist and gently ran your thumb over the skin. “It’s stupid.” You sighed quietly, looking away and wiped your face yourself.

“I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, you’re upset, which means it isn’t stupid.” He gently scolded you, his other hand coming up and forced you to look at him.

You swallowed thickly and nodded, grabbing his other wrist and kept his hands there. “At the party last week you were.. I don’t know, that one girl was really close to you. You didn’t, like, tell her to go away or anything. I’m probably just overreacting and.. overthinking.”

Your words got quieter as you trailed off, looking down at the floor between you and now at him, awkwardly moving around a little on the toilet you were perched on.

“Hey,” he started quietly, gently lifting your chin. “I get it, I understand. I’m sorry. Either I was being stupid or didn’t notice she was flirting with me or something, but it’s no excuse. I should have thought of you.”

He spoke softly, his thumb caressing your cheek as he kept his eyes on yours, before leaning up and planted a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You know I love you, right?”

His words made you smile, slowly nodding as you caught his lips in a gentle quick kiss. “I love you too, Kyle.”