#post death kyle spencer x reader

[demxnicprxncess]

I am very tempted to write some countess smut or shuri smut im negl to ya g. As a fruity queen I want to. BUT I WANNA WRITE A STORY ABOUT KAIS MASK

[yandereunsolved]

🔪 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 🔪

“Normal people scare me.” – Tate Langdon

“Oh honey, goddesses don’t speak in whispers—they scream.” – The Countess

“When bad things keep happening to good people, you start to question what is right and what is wrong.” – Jimmy Darling

— 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 —

Austin Sommers

Asylum

Cordelia Goode

Dandy Mott

Freakshow

Hotel (S5)

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Kai Anderson

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Misty Day

Mr. Gallant

Murder House

Sally McKenna (Hypodermic Sally)

Sister Mary Eunice

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Winter Anderson

— 𝙰𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠/ 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 —

Yandere Austin Sommers

Yandere James Patrick March

Yandere Jimmy Darling

Yandere Kai Anderson

Yandere Kit Walker

Yandere Kyle Spencer

Yandere Sally Mckenna

Yandere Tate Langdon

Yandere Violet Harmon

— 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 —

Yandere James Patrick March (old style of writing)

Yandere Tate Langdon (old style of writing)

Clip A Hummingbird's Wings - ,, James's s/o trying to escape

Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

F.I.T — Fucking In The Afterlife - ,, yandere ghost Kai Anderson

Fool Me Once - ,, you being James successor

Macabre Monster - ,, yandere pre & post death Kyle Spencer

Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre death Tate

Sweet Tea & Stalking - ,, yandere Jimmy Darling with a famous reader

The Honey In My Honeycomb - ,, yandere Kit Walker pre and post Asylum

When You Fell From Heaven - ,, yandere JPM with an angel reader

Yandere Kai Anderson w/ a psychologist reader ⋆

You're My Cult Leader - ,, yandere Kai Anderson

— 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 —

God's Design 𖹭 (yandere female nun reader × Kit Walker)

In Death & Life 𖹭 (James Patrick March x fallen angel gender neutral reader)

One false promise leads to another 𖹭 (yandere Kai Anderson × feminine aligned reader)

⋆ unpolished: not a full set of headcanons (still spellchecked)

[kit-walk3r]

Hey so can you write a fluff with Kyle, post death?

Like you guys are at the coven house n everything and the two of you share a bedroom, not the same bed. But anyway, Kyle was having trouble pronouncing words and you got him like a tablet so he could like play educational games or something. Or you play music for him and try and teach him the lyrics of like a Lana del ray song or your favorite song if you'd like! :)

Okay I love this! Unfortunately I don’t really know any Lana Del Ray songs so instead I used the song he sings in the tattoo parlour, I hope that’s okay :)

Rosanna (Kyle Spencer x fem!reader)

You find a new way of teaching Kyle and have fun along the way.

Warnings: none

You were sitting on your bed, reading, when you heard a loud thud and looked up to see Kyle drop his tablet on the floor in frustration. He was trying out a new learning program, and obviously it wasn’t going well. Sighing, you placed your book down and walked over to Kyle’s bed where he sat with his head hung in shame.

“Kyle, what’s wrong?” You asked, bending down to pick up the discarded tablet before taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“C-can’t do it,” Kyle stuttered. He didn’t look up at you. “Stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” you reassured him, placing the tablet on the nightstand before shifting so you were fully facing him. He still refused to look up at you, so you placed your fingers under his chin and gently lifted his head so that he met your gaze. “I promise you, you’re not.”

Kyle just huffed in defeat.

The digital learning games had been working great so far and had really helped Kyle come along with his speaking from where he was just a few months ago. However, the past couple of weeks they hadn’t been as useful and you noticed how Kyle was growing more and more frustrated.

It was sad. Kyle had been doing so well. He’d reached the point where he was able to form basic sentences and knew what to say if he wanted or needed something, but now he was just sort of stuck. He wasn’t taking in any more information. Perhaps the tablet had lost its use.

You thought for a moment. Kyle needed a new method of learning and, as much as you wanted to, you just didn’t have the time to stay and teach him yourself full time. He needed something fun, something that might stimulate his mind perhaps more creatively, instead of just leaving him to look at a screen for long hours of the day. But what?

You looked around the room for any sort of ideas. Books weren’t helpful, Kyle’s reading ability was still very limited. Maybe the television? Kyle enjoyed watching movies, maybe you could find some fun learning videos to help, or some children’s tv shows that helped educate them. He might enjoy those.

Then your gaze landed on a pair of headphones sitting on your own nightstand. Of course!

Music.

You knew that Kyle had been a big music fan before he died. Maybe music wouldn’t just help him learn words, it could help him remember things. It was worth a shot. Pulling out your phone, you quickly found one of Kyle’s social media profiles and flicked through to see if you could find any examples of music he liked to listen to.

You came across a video he was tagged in. It looked like a very drunk Kyle doing karaoke at some party, singing along badly to the song Rosanna by Toto. You rolled your eyes, of course that would be Kyle’s choice of music. You continued to watch the video for a couple of moments, and felt a pang of sadness when you saw how happy and carefree Kyle looked. You checked the date. The video was posted just three days before the crash.

Kyle grunted next to you and you turned to see that he was also watching the video with rather sad eyes. You wondered if he realised that it was him in the video singing. You quickly closed the video.

“I’ve got an idea,” you smiled. Quickly grabbing your headphones, you plugged them into your phone and extended one of the earbuds to Kyle. He looked at it blankly, not knowing what to do with it so you put it in his ear for him before doing the same for you. You found the song Kyle had been singing in that video, Rosanna, and pressed play.

Kyle flinched at the sudden loud sound of the intro to the song and you repressed a giggle at his surprised reaction. You watched him intently, looking for any sign of recognition, but Kyle’s face just stayed sort of blank. Maybe this wouldn’t work, after all.

However, just a few moments before you were ready to accept defeat Kyle closed his eyes and slowly began to hum the tune. Your own eyes widened at his obvious recognition and you couldn’t withhold the grin from your face as Kyle’s hums got louder and louder. He began to sway along to the song too, and you laughed at how much he was enjoying the music. He started mumbling too, and you realised that he was attempting to sing along. There were a few words he was able to say, but the majority was unidentifiable mumbles.

Overjoyed with how well this seemed to be working, you began to sing along too. You didn’t know much of the words, so your own attempt sounded rather similar to Kyle’s. But it was fun, something that had so desperately been missing from Kyle’s life since his resurrection.

In this moment he didn’t look like a boy who could barely speak or read or write. He didn’t look like a boy who had faced death and been stitched back together mismatched. A boy who had no control over his life anymore. He just looked like a boy, singing along to music with a girl.

•———•

It’s a bit shorter than usual but I hope this was okay! I love writing Kyle 🥰 Thank you for the request!

Remember, requests are open!

[temporarywelcome]

In Progress Fics / Ideas

my inbox is open, check out my pinned post for masterlist/request options

What I already started writing is in blue

SPENCER REID:

-JJ gives birth again and Spencer suddenly gets baby fever (reader doesn't like kids)

-reader steals his handcuffs and cuffs him (yknow what that means eheh)

-reader is sent to the hospital and finds out she's pregnant (it was a false positive)

-our very autistic spencer gets overstimulated and reader comforts him

-henry begs spencer and reader to see his first play

PETER MAXIMOFF:

-being friends with him as teens

-reader making fun of him for being an adult still in his moms basement

-reader was planning on being an X-Men but gets a shot at fame, Peter feeling abandoned years later

-you are part of an evil organization of mutants, your father the leader. you ask them for a pet. a really fast pet

KIT WALKER:

-reader is a Yankees fan, and the proud Massachusetts native is PISSED (not really)

KYLE SPENCER:

-after escaping Misty's place, instead of finding Zoe, he crashes into you

-finding out Madison took advantage of him and beating the SHITTTTT out of her (sorry that scene made me so mad)

-asshole reader gets with him just to take his virginity, finds out he's not a virgin, and when she finds out WHY she feels like utter shit and grovels better than those booktok dudes ever could

-reader was in love with frat!kyle, determined to get him to fall in love with her again after death

-reader creates a vampire-worshipping cult, frat!kyle stumbling upon a meeting...

JAMES PATRICK MARCH:

-prequel of "Devil's Night, 1946"... vampire!james turning reader

-sequel of "Devil's Night, 1946" ... reader's fiance comes searching for reader, finding her with James

KAI ANDERSON:

-he is known as the divine ruler, however, no one knows who is REALLY pulling the strings...

LEE FELIX:

-reader taking the virginity of the cute cheerleader (lets be real this is probably never leaving the drafts lmao)

[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

[briaroftheroses]

Request Rules

I’m finally getting around to writing out my request rules! If you would like to request a fic, hc set, drabble, etc. please read over these rules before submitting. Please also check this post regularly as I will add things as I go.

Things I Will Write For

Fem/GN reader, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes/fics, praise, degradation, use of strap ons, p in v, creampies, throat fucking, both m and f receiving oral, multiple characters in one fic, choking, impact play, dacryphilia, pain play, bondage (nothing with legs specifically being restrained though), blood play (mostly only for AHS fics), d/s dynamics, BDSM, dub-con/non-con, piss, boot play/worship - feel free to ask about kinks not listed here because there is no way i named them all

Things I Will Not Write For

Male reader, character x character with no reader, beastiality, pedophilia, scat, underage characters (except platonically), gore and non-canon character death (except for in the case of things like murder house and hotel in which they would become a ghost), real-life people (such as actors), even though I might write for dom reader please do not request it.

If there’s anything not mentioned here, feel free to ask before making a request.

Specify the general length of the fic you want.

Please keep in mind that requests can take a while and I may switch between writing them and my own personal projects.

Keep in mind that if you’re vague with the description then I am less likely to write what you imagine and it will take me longer.

When asking about unlisted characters, please include the type of fic you would like to request with them.

Characters I Write For

Evan Peters

Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Austin Sommers (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel), Peter Maximoff, Warren Lipka, Luke Cooper - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

AHS

Vivien Harmon, Violet Harmon (platonically), Billie Dean Howard, Alma Walker, Lana Winters, Sister Mary Eunice McKee, Zoe Benson, Marie Laveau, Madison Montgomery (depending on the request), Cordelia Foxx/Goode, Misty Day, Fiona Goode, young!Fiona Goode, Amazon Eve, Desiree Dupree, Edward Mordrake, Dandy Mott, The Countess, Sally McKenna, Ramona Royale, Winter Anderson (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Matthew Gray Gubler

Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor, Thorn (King Knight), Raymond (Suburban Gothic), Wes (Dollface), Paul ((500) Days of Summer) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Cat Adams, Megan Kane - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

WWE

Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, TJD (only if including Rhea), Liv Morgan, Becky Lynch

this list will be updated regularly as i watch more shows/movies/seasons of ahs, so feel free to check regularly :) also feel free to ask about characters not listed, but there is no guarantee i will write for them.

[coopermorrow]

Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

Marvel/Avengers Characters:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

Requests are open now so if you do decide to make one, please include the character(s) you want and at least a small description of what you would like the plot to be. Thank you! <3

[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 :) )

[mister-langdon]

⭐️ could I request a letter from pre-death Kyle Spencer? To a s/o that he's in a new relationship with who is in Europe for a study abroad program (and maybe says "I love you" for the first time in the letter)? Addressed to whatever nickname you feel he would use for someone he's dating.

To, My Sugar

Hey so, I miss you so much! I feel like I haven't seen you in years even though it's been a few days.. I hope you are enjoying your trip! Are you learning a lot?

Haha, but, I wrote this letter for a different reason.. Um.

Do you know how people say stuff like, "Abscence makes the heart grow fonder"? Well.. I've really been feeling that recently.

And I wish I could say this to you in person. Looking into your eyes, topping it with a kiss, but I can't hold it in anymore, sweetheart.

I think I love you.

So much. I can't even get you off my mind.. I really hope that doesn't sound creepy.

I hope you write back! I miss you so much..

From,

Kyle Spencer

(I hope you like this!! I am so sorry for the late reply)

[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.

[sweet-lil-psycho]

You can hear me? - Post-death Kyle - AHS Coven - (1)

Dedicated to @slightlyvicked for her amazing contributions 

Summary: The newest guest of Miss Robichaux's Academy is a powerful witch, but on of her powers is something Kyle had only dreamed of.

Word Count: 2891

(Authors Note: I know I said this would be up tomorrow, but I got super excited and ended up finishing the whole thing today. I really loved writing it and added a number to the title in case anyone wants me to write more and turn this into a series.)

You walked through the front gate of Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies and immediately knew someone was watching you. It was a primal skill that most witches had forgotten or discarded over the centuries, but you had learned to harness it just as the old witches did. The person, you could already tell, did not match you in magical skill and posed absolutely no threat, so you happily ignored it. Why wouldn’t you? You were a lioness and they were... a bunny rabbit, yes, that seemed about right.

Your suitcase dragged close behind you up the walkway, propelled wholly by magic. As you stepped up to the front doors, they opened for you. Clearly the house knew better than to make you wait. They parted widely and once you, and your suitcase had stepped over the threshold, shut softly behind you. 

There was a thing about thresholds that most witches didn’t know. They keep track of all the magical beings who pass through them. It was as if you had been presented with a registry of all the witches in the house the moment you walked in. Not by name, of course, but a display of the skill level and aura of each magical being which you would easily be able to pair with the witches of the house upon meeting them. 

Nothing special, you noted with a small smirk, perhaps Miss Robichaux's Academy’s young ladies were not as exceptional as they thought they were.

You didn’t bother calling out your arrival, the witches of the house were expecting you... or at least the ones who mattered were. Instead, you were fast at finding your way to their library of magical texts, curious to see what books they had acquired since your last visit.

Despite all your attention being in the yellowed pages of The Witches Guide To Advanced Spellwork; Volume 4, which you were finding quite amusing, the intended entrance of a familiar witch did not slip your witchy senses. She must have been about to cross the archway of the room when you spoke

“Cordelia! What a pleasure!” You said with a large smile, only now looking up from the dusty and quite trivial tome.

“Y/N, what an absolute honor and pleasure it is to have you with us at Miss Robichaux’s.” Cordelia greeted you warmly

“I couldn’t possibly pass through New Orleans without dropping by.” You told her as you opened your arms for a hug

You and Cordelia went way back. Well...as way back as a 19 year old could go with someone. You’d briefly met and studied with her mother, the Supreme Witch, Fiona Goode, before deciding your studying efforts were best spent elsewhere. A decision which lead you far from American soil and on a long string of adventures. In the time you had known each other, you had been quite close.

“Well, we are delighted to have you stay as long as you would like.” She assured you “I’ll send Spalding to carry your bags and show you to your room.”

“No need,” you said simply “I’m quite capable.”

The bag followed you as you began to walk out of the room. Cordelia followed and watched the bag in amazement. You’d definitely learnt a few new tricks since your last meeting. As you ascended the stairs, the suitcase began to float over the steps and you could just barely hear the small laugh Cordelia gave.

You vaguely recalled the layout from your previous visit, which was enough to allow you to find the room with ‘Visitor Quarters. Not for student entry’ on the door. You couldn’t contain a laugh as you touched the doorknob and surveyed the room with your witch senses.

Predictably, the students were huddled on the bed and floor discussing some nonsense speculations about your arrival. The movement of the doorknob was enough to hear them loudly scramble and whisper ‘hide’ to one another. Generously...or perhaps cruelly, you allowed them enough time to conceal themselves before opening the door.

The room was the grandest in the house, complete with a crystal chandelier and golden velvet curtains, which seemed unnaturally lumpy with outlines of very tactless witches. The lights in the room were out and you wondered how much more obvious the hiding of the students would be once you illuminated the room.

“It’s so dark, should I open the curtains?” You wondered aloud, which was met with an audible ‘shit!’ from the direction of the lumpy fabric.

“No need” You added, snapping your fingers and watching every candle in the room light.

You could tell they were watching. Eyes boring into your skin with the telltale spark which let you know they were witches. If they want to watch, give them a show, you thought.

The suitcase threw itself onto the bed and began unclipping and unzipping. You started pulling out all your packed goods from inside the small, black suitcase. Your clothes for a start, which soared out of the bag, unfolded, and began hanging themselves in the closet, the door of which was flung open. You didn’t need to look to see the absolute fright which flashed on the face of the student who had chosen to hide in there. It made you smile, but still you played oblivious. 

Next, you hoisted out the high candelabra out of the bag and allowed it to settle in the darkest corner of the room, adding to the glow of torches. Then came your armchair, which squeezed it’s way out and scuttled across the floor to a lovely spot in front of the fireplace.

“What the hell is this?” you heard a voice whisper from the curtains, promptly followed by “shh!”

Then your trunk, your vanity table, the tall, pedestal birdcage which housed your raven, Corvis, some trinkets and rarities from your travels, a large mirror with pitch black glass, and finally your cat, jumping out from the still half-full suitcase and stretching out her black body after the nap you surely woke her from.

Once she finished, she meowed loudly and walked in circles, indicating there were people about.

“Oh I know Salem, they’ll come out when they’re good and ready” You told the cat, who then decided to curl up in the center of the bed.

“Is she talking about us?” A voice whispered, “Shh!” 

"You really should come out, you know. You girls are really making fools of yourselves.” You announced

They all came out and you laughed to yourself, they thought they could hide from you. The young witches were similar ages, but had no where near the experience or magical level that you possessed. Finally you were able to place each magical identity the threshold had given you to it’s owner.

“You should have warned us, Nan!” One of the girls huffed

“Warn you of what? Her mind is blank.” Nan replied

“Not blank, simply unavailable to the likes of you. I’m not too fond of little witchlings prying through my thoughts” You interrupted

“This is all your fault, Madison, I told you we shouldn’t be in here! We’re going to get in so much trouble!” One of the girls snapped at another

“Shut up, Queenie!” Madison snapped back

“Surprise! Welcome to Miss Robichaux's Academy” Nan said with an innocent smile

“She’s not an idiot, Nan. What’s wrong with you?” Madison said viciously

“Hey! Don’t talk to Nan like that!” Another girl defended

“You shut too, Zoe!” Madison added 

“Don’t tell me to shut up, you shut up!”

“Yeah Madison, why don’t you shut your mouth for once!”

“This is all your fault anyway, Madison.”

“Yeah, she’s right”

“Shut up, Nan”

“Shut up Madison!”

“Yeah, shut up Madison!”

“All of you shut up!” You raised your voice and it echoed around the room

All the girls went quiet, not by choice, but because their voices had left them entirely. This seemed to enrage them more and they started mouthing louder at each other in an attempt to continue their argument.

“Now when you’re all done blubbering like fish, let’s get a few things straight.” You said and watched them quiet down, realizing they weren’t going to get their way by fighting each other soundlessly

“First of all, this is the last time any of you come into my chamber uninvited. Secondly, Cordelia will be hearing none of this from me so long as you little witchlings show me a bit more respect from now on. Third, no more bickering...it is unpleasant and frankly, very unbecoming of all of you. And finally, any more of this kind of nonsense and you will regret the day you ever met me. Am I clear?”

Madison noiselessly muttered some snarky comment which made Nan break out into a grin

You flicked your wrist and Madison’s eyes widened as her hair was violently tugged backwards.

“Am I clear?” You asked again, waving your hand over them so they could speak once more

“Crystal clear.” They all said in a dreary unison, probably habit from Cordelia asking them the same question so many times 

“Right then. If that’s everything” You said and the door swung open behind you, inviting them to leave

“You can come out now Kyle, she caught us.” Zoe called out and a final figure emerged, this time from under the bed.

How could you have missed this?...Hang on, he’s not magical...or human..., you were puzzled, which was rare, especially when it came to magic.

“Kyle?” You said, feeling the name in your mouth curiously

He didn’t speak as he went to stand behind Zoe. He was tall and muscular looking, almost the frat-boy type if it wasn’t for his vacant expression and strange, detached way about him. 

“Kyle” You said again, softer this time as you tried to understand what he was and how you hadn’t detected him

“Yes, I’m Kyle”, a voice wrung inside your head clearly, your telepathic abilities picking up on his response

It’s nice to meet you Kyle, you sent the message telepathically, wondering if he could hear it. You’d never met anyone like this before and had no idea what his capabilities were.

The girls had begun to file out of the room, but Kyle stood in place, his dark eyes locked with yours, thinking.

“Come on Kyle” Zoe called him

He didn’t move and you stepped closer to him without acknowledging her, waiting for a response

“Who are you?” he asked, he sounded almost scared

I’m Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you, you transferred the message into his mind.

“How can you hear me? No one can ever hear me.” 

“Kyle, come on!” Zoe called him once again, this time tugging at his arm

“No.” He said, still not looking away from me

“What are you doing to him?” Zoe demanded, moving away from Kyle and coming up to me

“No!” Kyle shouted more urgently, stepping forward to pull Zoe back, but you beat him to it and flung her back with a magical force which sent her stumbling to the ground

“What the hell!” Madison exclaimed after watching her fellow witch get tossed aside. She walked back into the room and heading towards Kyle, no doubt to try and drag him out. “Come on, Kyle. We’re leaving!”

“No! No! No!” He shouted

“That’s quite enough” You groaned tiresomely, growing more and more irritated by these little witches.

With a sweeping gesture of your hand, the girls were thrust out of the doorway and the door closed loudly after them. The lock on the door slid over and fastened into place, preventing them from reentering, though they still tried.

Kyle still seemed agitated and you put your hands up gently to calm him

Everything is alright, Kyle. They’re gone now, they’re not going to make you leave before you want to

“I didn’t mean to yell, I really didn’t” his voice came softly “I just get so angry some times that I can’t stop what happens.”

It was like his consciousness was trapped in a body which couldn’t contain it. His emotions were unable to regulate themselves as they traveled from his mind to his actions. His mind seemed perfectly intact and developed, it was almost as if the connection between his mind and body was damaged in some way.

It’s okay Kyle. Why don’t we sit down?, you suggested, sitting on the bed where Salem watched curiously

“Sure, why not.” he came and sat on the bed, his eyes finally leaving mine in order to look at Salem

“Salem, this is Kyle, he’s a friend.” You told the cat

Salem immediately let her guard down and she rolled on her back, displaying her stomach for belly rubs

“I like cats. A big tabby named Monty used to live on our street, he was such a fat cat, always rummaging through people’s bins for scraps.” He smiled at the memory and began to pat Salem

“Why can’t the others talk to me like this?” he looked up for a moment, there was so much sadness in his eyes

I’m a very powerful witch. I’ve studied my whole life and learned from the best teachers all over the world. Telepathy is a tricky skill on it’s own to master, but for some reason it’s more complicated with you. Usually there’s just a locked door leading right into someone’s consciousness, but with you, it’s like there’s a labyrinth. It was true, his whole consciousness was locked away by this elaborate protection. The more you learned about Kyle, the more interested you became.

“Oh...How long are you staying?” His voice held a tone of worry at the thought of you leaving. You knew you would be the same if the only person who could truly talk to you was only passing through on their own travels.

I haven’t decided yet, Kyle. I didn’t think I’d meet someone as interesting as you, you told him and he smiled in such an effortlessly charming way that you had to stop yourself from swooning.

He was cute, to say the least, and in the moment where his more human side came out, he made your heart pound so loud you were surprised he couldn’t hear it.

Kyle moved his arm to further pet Salem and you noticed a severe looking scar on his neck.

What’s happened there? you pointed at the mark

He instantly moved to hide it, pulling the neck of his t-shirt higher, which only loosened it and made the mark more visible.

“It’s nothing. Nothing at all, really.” he replied quickly

Kyle please, is it a scar? Let me take a look? you asked him telepathically and he didn’t answer

“Please, Kyle. I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I just want to see.” You said aloud

Hesitantly, Kyle moved his hands away from his neck and allowed you access to the deep scar-tissue. It looked incredibly painful, but when you touched it gingerly, he didn’t flinch. Upon closer inspection, the mark went entirely around his neck and you gasped.

He immediately pulled away and tried once again to cover it up.

It’s okay Kyle, really. I just...it looks like it hurt a lot, you said, suddenly teary for some reason.

Kyle noticed the sudden redness of your eyes and stopped pulling away.

“It didn’t really. I hardly felt it.” He told you.

You wondered how that could be for a second and then the answer hit you hard. A lot about Kyle rapidly began to make sense and you realized why Kyle was so unlike anything you had come across before.

May I? you asked him, holding your hand up to touch the scar once more.

He moved himself closer to give you better access to the wound, silently complying with your ask.

Once again you placed your hand on the scar, this time channeling it with a skill you had learned in small town Romania.

“arătați-mi” you whispered

Your eyes glossed over with a pale film of white and you began to see Kyle’s life unfold before your eyes. The good, the bad, and the just plain tragic.

It was blurry, but as you came closer to the events which led to the scarring, it became clear. You saw his time at Kappa Lambda Gamma, the party, Zoe, Madison, the party bus, Madison and Zoe’s sloppy, infantile attempts at a complex post-mortem revival spell, Kyle’s struggles with his new life.

“Oh my gods above and forgotten... what in the name of Hecate. Someone had better slap those girls from Venus to Neptune.” You whispered to yourself “I am so sorry this happened to you, Kyle.”

You cupped his face in your hands and rested your forehead against his. He stiffened for a moment and then relaxed, putting his hands on your waist so gently, as if he were afraid of hurting you.

“You don’t...hate me, do you?” he asked after a few seconds of silence

Hate you? Kyle, why would I...how could you think I would hate you?, you were baffled by it, he’d been put through so much and he thought you would...hate him for it?

“Fiona always says I’m disgusting and unnatural. I’m like Frankenstein's monster.” He told you

“First of all, Fiona’s a bitch. Second, I always did like Frankenstein.” you said aloud, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

[tateslilb]

˚ ₊ ‧ ༉ ✧TAKEN BY THE WIND ✧ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚

Post death-Kyle spencer x fem!reader

(Kyle takes a liking to the sweet witch who moves in to the academy)

(Warnings: unedited, fluff, sad emotions idk)

(Words: 1444)

* ・゚☆ 。・ * ・゚★ 。・ * ・゚☆

“Why do I have to go.” I ask my sister, my eyes stinging from the nerves.

“You need help controlling your power. You can’t keep risking your life for others at every inconvenience.” Misty says as we walk through the gates of the academy.

“That’s literally what I do. I’m a people pleaser. I can’t do anything for myself, greed has no power over me.” I smile softly. It’s a blessing and a curse, having so much power and yet so little control over how I use it. I can’t do anything out of a selfish act. But I still end up hurt at the end of the day.

“Which is why miss Cordelia is going to help you. Ok?” She smiles adjusting my shawl and knocking on the door. I nod in response and the door opens.

“Hello, you must be y/n, I’m Cordelia, misty has told us lots about you.” The blonde haired woman smiles as she reaches her hand out to shake.

“It’s very nice to meet you miss.” I say shyly.

“Now, now no need to be shy, why don’t you come inside, the other girls are so excited to meet you. It’s been a little chaotic around here these past few days and your sure to bring some happiness to the lot of them.” She says and escorts me into the huge White House they call a school.

“Girls I want you to meet y/n the newest addition to the academy.” Miss Cordelia says as we walk up on a group of 4 girls at a long table.

“Hi, I’m Zoe.” One of the girls with light brown hair says with a slight smile in her eyes and I return the favor as the others get out of there seats to say hello.

“Maddison Montgomery.” A slim girl with blonde hair says intimidatingly sticking out her hand for me to shake.

“H- hello.” I say quietly return the gesture.

Nan and Queenie introduce them selfs next causing me to smile. I can sense the vibrant energy off of the two of them and I smile feeling the same from Zoe as she gets closer, finally leaving her seat at the table.

“Girls why don’t you show her to her room and help with her bags as I talk with misty.” Cordelia insists and I’m taken up the stairs by the girls.

“So here is the room you’ll be staying in, we’ve been putting Kyle in there but he can sleep on are floor or something.” Says Madison to Zoe and I, causing my brows to furrow.

“I don’t want to remove anyone from there rooms, I’m fine with bunking, me and misty shared a room at her home for years.” I smile confused at the girls nervous looks towards the thought of me bunking with the Kyle the brought up.

“Are you sure it’s not like Kyle has any choice in the matter, he can’t even say no.” Madison laughs and Zoe lightly smacks her hand in annoyance.

“I’ll be fine.” I say trying to lighten the mood and they open the door. As I get a view of the room I see a blonde boy on seated on the bed with headphones covering his ears and he hums quietly along.

Madison marches up to the boy and forcefully pulls the headphones of his head causing him to flinch a bit.

“Kyle this is Y/n Day she’s going to be sleeping in the bed over there.” She says pointing to the other bed in the room.

“You have a roommate Kyle isn’t that fun.” Zoe says with much more kindness in her voice but I can still sense the panic in the boys dark eyes.

Zoe waves me over to them and a slowly make my way over to them and Zoe delicately has me sit next to him on the bed to introduce myself, but instead of using words first I softly place my hand over one of his and help him calm down with a tap of my finger to his palm. He looks up at me surprised and I smile.

“Hello Kyle, I’m y/n.” I say and his eyes light up.

“Y/n?” He says raising a hand to my hair with a bright smile and I lightly laugh at the gesture.

“Kyle can speak, but it’s hard for him after what he’s been through.” Zoe explains and I look up at her not being able to shake the familiarity I get from the boy. Madison walks up to Zoe after being gone from the room for a moment and tells her something.

“Kyle we’ll be right back ok, miss Delia wants y/n down stairs.” Zoe says and Kyle nods. I get up and wave good bye seeing the sweet smile he has as he watches me leave.

“He seems familiar to me, is that weird?” I ask as we enter the main hall downstairs.

“Not at all actually, I see you’ve met Kyle again.” Cordelia says and I look to my sister confused.

“Again?” I ask.

“He was the boy with the scars from a month or two ago. Remember. That’s how I knew to bring you here. When Zoe explained where she was staying, when she brought Kyle, l told her about you.” She explains and I think back to that day I came home to find a random boy covered in mud on my bed.

“Wow no wonder I didn’t recognize him sooner, he’s made so much progress.” I said my eyes lighting up and misty looks pleased knowing she had done good work on healing the boy.

“Well now that we have all that explain why don’t we eat before misty has to go.” Cordelia says and I feel that pit of nerves in my stomach again. I haven’t been away from my sister in a while. Being 19 years old and unstable with my emotions, I was not gonna do so well with her away from me I feared.

When she left later that night I couldn’t control my outburst of emotion so I quietly walked up to my shared room and sat on the bed codling my shawl she made me. Silent tears dripping on it in a rapid stream. Kyle was to distracted by his music and headphones for him to even notice my distraught state.

Or so I thought.

I feel a dip in the bed next to me and look over to see Kyle reaching a hand up to my cheek.

“Why cry?” He asks quietly.

“My sister has just left me here, I miss her very much Kyle.” I say smiling through the tears as he attempts to wipe them away. He takes my hand and places a finger to my palm and I notice him trying to replicate my calming spell from earlier. I smile at the boys gentleness and hold his hand in mine stopping his failed attempt to calm me down. He looks up at me and takes my finger placing it on my own palm. His eyes looking desperate.

“I’m sorry Kyle I can’t do it to myself. I can only help others.” I smile and he frowns.

“It’s ok. I’m ok.” I reassure him but he still looks sad. His eyes suddenly brighten and he gets up heading to his own bed only to rush back with his headphones and tablet in hand. I look at him confused till he places the headphones softly over my ears and points to the tablet. I think I have an idea of what he means so I look up my sister and I’s favorite song. Rihannon by Fleetwood Mac. I smile at the thought of us spinning around the room listening to the entrancing voice of the white witch. I look to Kyle who now has a big smile on his face noticing my tears have stopped.

I remove the headphones from my ears and he looks confused till I remove them from the tablet as well letting the soft music play through the speaker. I grab his hand and I lay down looking up at the ceiling closing my eyes content with the sound.

I feel an arm slightly resting on mine and peek over to see Kyle laying beside me mimicking my closed eyes and calm demeanor. I smile to myself and hum along to the music as I drift away to sleep as the boy with the beautiful soul lays next to me feeing the same calmness he hasn’t felt in a while.

[curtishoney]

young and in love

request: Prompts 52 and 78 with pre death kyle spencer?

notes: edited as of 11/04/19 and title change from “The Love Bug” to “young and in love”

52: “Can we cuddle?”

78: “Hold me and never let me go.”

After dinner you had fallen asleep. Kyle, your boyfriend, was worried because you hadn’t been responding to any of his texts. He came to your dorm to check on you and make you sure were safe. Kyle knocked on your door once. Then twice, louder this time.

Again, no response.

So he opened the door and the sight before him made him smile. Kyle stifled a laugh, afraid to wake you up. You hadn’t been sleeping much lately. A thing any college student could relate to. He himself wished for at least another hour or two of rest.

Kyle decided to lay down next to you and try to get some sleep. He didn’t have anything else to worry about at the moment, maybe just waking you up. You woke up when you felt a dip in your bed, eyes fluttering open to see your boyfriend. It was a gorgeous sight to wake up to.

You smiled, still dazed from waking up. “Hi, Ky.”

“Hi,” he answered, eyes closed, giving you a slight grin.

Your lips met his for a quick peck, but he grabbed your waist when you tried to pull away. The both of you laughed. You didn’t even try to fight it.

“Can we cuddle?” he whispered.

You nodded and intertwined yourself with him tightly.

“Hold me and never let me go,” you mumbled, before falling back into a deep slumber.

[missmewts]

sloppy blow//kyle spencer

pairings; post death kyle spencer, male gender neutral reader

rating; mature

warnings; smut; m x m, blowjobs, handjob, vv soft ky 💕, mentions of overstimulating ky (he came, like, eight times), praise, sorta proofread, but not very well

i use this gif way too much forgive me

his noises were precious, priceless. while his skin was torn, and not all body parts were his, he sure as hell could feel all of it. your hands grazed his arched back, running down his spine and circling to grasp his hips. his muscles flinched under your touch, but they warmed up to you relatively fast.

his skin was hot and sweaty, the smell of that and his multiple orgasms joining forces to form the sweet scent of sex. your head lifted at last second, and he came, yet again, in the growing pool of cum in the dip on his stomach. he threw his head back, sweat-doused blond curls pressing against his forehead. his seventh final moan was shaky and broken from overstimulation, but within seconds, he was hard again.

his back slowly lowered from its arch, and soft whimpers erupted from his throat. 'no more. tired.' he murmured, his hands slowly releasing their grip on your sheet. 'are you, ky?' you asked, both hands accentuating the curves in his sides, squeezing the slight pudge that formed love handles. kyle let his mouth fall open, a high whine falling past plump lips.

a sharp gasp pierced his throat when you pinched his nipple. hands found your forearms, his eyes drooping with exhaustion and brimmed with tears. 'more.' he whispered, relaxing in your touch when you came down to kiss the scars lining his collar bones. when you pulled away, he whined, covering his reddened face.

'ky,' you said, lowering into a seated position beside him. he sat up slightly, leaning on his elbows. the white resting on his pale stomach seeped into the fine hair acting as a treasure trail. 'c'mere, baby.' you told him, and he was quick to scramble up. neither of you cared about the mess he made of his own orgasms very much. with you leaned back on your elbows, he sat beside you on his hip, his arm balancing him.

'your turn?' he asked, his delicate hands grazing your stomach. you nodded. 'if you aren't too ti-' kyle practically threw himself to the end of the bed. 'not tired anymore.' he said quickly. he grinned at the sound of your laugh, backing up a bit as your knees bent over the edge of the mattress. 'silly, ky. on your knees.' kyle didn't hesitate to drop down, his hands holding your knees for stabilization. he got cozy between your thighs, his sticky stomach pressed against the edge of the bed and his arms laid lazily on top of your thighs.

your fingers combed through his hair, his head dropping to rest his cheek on your thigh as he stoked you slowly. 'such a good boy. pretty, pretty boy.' you murmured, pushing wet hair back along his scalp. his eyes were focused on you, looking for any sort of negative reaction as he lifted the pace of his hand. he got frustrated at your lack of response, and just decided to take you in whole.

the nice thing about kyle, is that after his death, his gag reflex had taken a maternity leave or something. so, when you hit the back of his throat almost immediately, your head fell back in a desperate gasp. his mouth had already been overly salivated from drool, so when he began bobbing, his throat made slick, crude sounds. drool seeped down his lips, hanging on for dear life as he placed his hands on your thighs.

he moaned at the volume of your noises, and it felt like your whole body had vibrated. you took his hand, lifting his index and middle finger, tapping your thigh twice before letting go and tangling your fingers in his hair. he tapped your thigh in response, giving you his consent, and you bucked your hips, holding his head down. his nose pressed against your skin. his hands dove down and ran lazy circles into your calves.

it was the sight below you that set off your orgasm. kyle, seated before you with his heels digging into the back of his thighs. drool following his lips, swaying from side to side. his left hand stroked his own erection lazily.

you made it a priority to cum on his face. he closed his eyes when you pulled out and placed your tip on the apple of his cheek. he always looked so pretty in white.

you kneeled down in front of him when you had finished, wiping remnants of the sticky substance off of his face. 'pretty baby. my pretty boy.' your hands found his hard on, still being played with, with lazy fingers. 'last one.' kyle murmured, as you began jerking him off. 'last one.' you agreed, placing a hand on his lower back to stable him. he must've been incredibly sensitive, from the repetitive orgasms he had earlier, so you didn't blame him when he finished upon the very touch of you.

his head fell to your shoulder, planting sloppy kisses as you rubbed his upper back. kyle murmured something. your hand on his back slowed. 'hm?'

kyle shifted, resting his head on your chest. 'love... love you.'

'i love you too, ky.'

[coopermorrow]

American Horror Story Masterlist

This is my official masterlist for American Horror Story characters. I write for all the characters listed as well as others if it is requested. I will also write for their actors. For additional information, please refer to the post linked below.

This masterlist along with my others will be updated everytime a new story/fic is written or in the works of being written.

TATE LANGDON:

-none yet

VIOLET HARMON:

-none yet

NORA MONTGOMERY:

-none yet

LANA WINTERS:

-none yet

KIT WALKER:

-Comfort - Kit Walker x Reader

SISTER MARY EUNICE MCKEE:

-none yet

QUEENIE:

-none yet

MADISON MONTGOMERY:

-none yet

ZOE BENSON:

-none yet

CORDELIA GOODE:

-none yet

MISTY DAY:

-none yet

KYLE SPENCER (Pre and Post Death):

-none yet

DANDY MOTT:

-none yet

TRISTAN DUFFY:

-none yet

JAMES PATRICK MARCH:

-none yet

ELIZABETH/THE COUNTESS:

-none yet

KAI ANDERSON:

-none yet

WINTER ANDERSON:

-none yet

MICHAEL LANGDON:

-none yet

MALLORY:

-none yet

BROOKE THOMPSON:

-none yet

XAVIER PLYMTPON:

-none yet

MONTANA DUKE:

-none yet

HARRY GARDNER:

-none yet

[twinkiemaximoff]

It Hurts Until It Doesn’t ❣︎

post-death!kyle spencer x gn!reader

- TW: talk/mentions of abuse, hurt/comfort, mentions of Kyle’s mom

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You're no stranger to waking up in the dead of night. Kyle, no matter how deep he's sleeping, is constantly tossing and turning, usually kicking you at some point in the process and he has a habit of curling up as close as he can to you no matter what position. You didn't mind it though. The fact that he's comfortable enough to sleep with you is good enough for you- for as long as you've known Kyle, he's had trouble with it.

You can tell he has nightmares, which you've learned not to ask too much about since simply bringing it up when he looks tired enough to fall asleep right then and there can ruin the rest of his day- and the last thing you want is to upset him even more.

But- tonight was different. Kyle had gone to bed before you, curling up in bed while you took care of a few things and hopped in the shower, insisting he gets it all warm and cozy for when you came to join him. You tried to be as quick as possible but he was out like a light once you made your way into the bedroom and slipped under the covers with him, falling asleep once he finds his way tucked into your side per usual.

You don't know how long you were in bed before you woke up again, not from any movement or kicks but from a shiver coursing through your body. You groan and try to reach out for Kyle, figuring he had just rolled too far away but your hand hits the frigid cold sheets and you furrow your brows, finally letting your eyes flutter open. Kyle's nowhere to be found, which is odd in itself- you sit up slowly, surveying the room where you find the door, once slightly ajar, flung open.

You sigh as you pull yourself out of bed, grabbing a throw blanket from the end, his favorite, and wrapping it around yourself, shivering once more. Kyle must be freezing- you bite your lip as you round the corner. There aren't many places he could be,, and you're sure he's fine but the sinking feeling in your gut pulls you into the living room.

Kyle isn't set up on the couch or in the kitchen attempting to make a drink- the two places you can usually find him so that doesn't really help the way you're feeling.

You pace around the house until you finally catch sight of the strip of light at the bathroom door, your heart finally settling in your chest, at least somewhat and you shuffle over to the door, rapping your knuckles on the wood as gentle as you can.

"Ky?" You sigh when you get no answer and you try again, only to hear a whimper, muffled, from in the room. You wait a moment before trying to open the door, finding that, thankfully, it's unlocked and you slowly open it to peek your head in.

Kyle's pushed himself as far into the corner of the bathroom as he possibly can and is curled up into himself, having brought his knees up to his chest to wrap his arms around and rest against. You enter the room and approach him, noting the way he tenses up and shakes when you do.

Kneeling down in front of him, you hesitate before reaching out, fingers meeting Kyle's soft curls as his body wracks with sobs, attempting to soothe him before he can work himself up any worse than he is.

"Kyle, baby- can I move closer to you,,?" When you get no answer you let your hand slip away from his hair but Kyles's head snaps up before you can move too far, his hands finding your wrist to bring it back. He leans into your hand and your heart drops at the sight of him.

Your eyes meet Kyles, his usual sweet doe eyes now panic-stricken and filled with tears, threatening to spill out onto his cheeks once more. They finally do when he opens his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to force out words, voice wobbling.

“N-no! Please don’t,, don’t leave!” A litany of pleas escape his lips and he shakes his head rapidly, scrambling up on his knees as his tears come back at full force. You frown and bring up your other hand to cup Kyles's face, wiping away his tears. The hand on your wrist gently squeezes as he continues, trying to push back his tears, “Please, (Y/N)- I-I’m gonna stop I p-promise n’ we c-can go to bed just- just please don’t leave me,, what if she-“

Kyle cuts himself off, harshly biting down on his lip and you shush him softly, bringing him closer to you until he's practically in your lap. He's shaking worse than you've ever seen, probably due to panicking and the fact that he's freezing. You slip the blanket you have around his trembling form and pull him flush against your body. Kyle practically melts against you, burrowing his face into your shoulder and you hear him take a shuddery breath as he tries to calm down.

"I'm not going anywhere sunshine,, as long as you want me here, okay?" You hum, smoothing Kyle's hair out of his face so you can peer down at him, and he nods, furrowing his eyebrows. Once he somewhat settles down, you continue on, "Kyle,, I- what brought this on? We need to talk about this."

You watch as his eyes open, looking up at you as a whine of protest emits from his throat, and you have to reassure him quickly when he begins tearing up again. He sniffs and brings his hand up to rub at his eyes.

"No,, p-please- just,, just a nightmare." You sigh as you listen to Kyle, and while you know how exhausting it must be, you both need to talk about it at some point- you can't just let it go on like this.

"Maybe- but this has been going on for a while Ky,, and it's obviously getting worse,," You say, shifting on the cold tiles of the floor to sit back against the tub, allowing you to hold Kyle easier and he takes his place in your arms once more, shoving his face into your shoulder with an impatient huff, "Talk to me."

"J-Just,, t-they just feel so real,, I- I know they aren't n' that I don't have to worry anymore b-but,, it's just a-always at the back of my mind. Her h-hands, h-her touch just- it's all I can f-feel sometimes." Kyle takes in a sharp breath, continuing, "I haven't seen my mom i-in years and,, she still controls me."

You falter at Kyle's words, staring up at the ceiling as you process them, and try not to let your emotions get the best of you as you before you start talking, wracking your brain for an answer.

You've always wondered why he never talked about his family or about the discomfort surrounding the topic but you never asked- never prodded- much like with these nightmares. You figured that everyone has their own family issues, but you never thought that it would be something like this. The thought of the sweet boy tucked against you ever going through something like that- it made you see red.

Finally snapping out of your thoughts, you glance back down at Kyle, who's finally turned his attention to the hem of the blanket around his shoulders, knawing at his bottom lip as he tries to suppress his tears. You bring the blanket tighter around his shoulders, running your free hand across the curve of his back.

"A-and,, I dunno, I just- You already d-deal with so much and y-you're so patient with m-me already,, I don't w-want to burden you anymore w-with this,,"

You furrow your brows, shaking your head and bringing his chin up to look you in the eyes.

"Kyle- if you think you're burdening me with this, that's far from the truth,, it isn't good to bottle stuff up like that. I'm so sorry baby- " You hum, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But hey,, you are safe, okay? I'm not going to let a single thing happen to you again,,"

Kyle nods, and your heartaches at how exhausted he looks, bringing him close to press a chaste kiss to his red nose, prompting a small smile to pull at his lips. He leans in and rests his forehead against your own, eyes drifting closed as he sniffles, rubbing his nose gently.

"Can we- can we talk about t-this later,,? T-tomorrow, I promise, just- I'm tired (Y/N),,"

You hum in agreement, planting one last kiss on his forehead before pulling yourself up, offering your hands to Kyle to help him, which he instantly accepts. You both make your way out and into the bedroom and your eyes flicker over to the clock- 4 am. You were definitely taking off of work tomorrow.

Kyle makes his way over to the bed, dramatically throwing himself onto it, splaying his arms out. You grin and clamber onto the bed next to him, pulling the covers over your legs and once you're settled in, he curls up next to you. You end up turning on a movie (Back to the Future, Kyle insisted on it and you didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise) and he eventually falls asleep safe and tucked into your arms. This time, thankfully, throughout the whole night, no nightmares to be had.