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xrag-dollx · 4 months ago

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Missing you...

franken!Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

Summary: time to say goodbye would come for everyone of us in some kind of way. Kyle now had to make his final goodbye to his dearest friend...

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

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The sun was setting behind the tall curtains, casting a dim, and warm orange glow across the room. Kyle sat on the floor, his back pressed against the couch, his dark eyes fixed on the little cage beside him. Inside, the once lively and curious guinea pig lay motionless, its small chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You could see the sadness in Kyle’s eyes, a deep sorrow that he couldn't fully express with words.

“G-Gus… s-sleepy,” Kyle mumbled, his voice thick with distress. He reached into the cage, his large hand was trembling as he gently stroked the guinea pig’s fur. Gus had been his companion for five years, a gift from you when Kyle first came to live with you. You had seen the way Kyle bonded with the little creature, how Gus had given Kyle something like a connection to life despite all that he had lost and all that had been taken from him.

You sat down next to Kyle, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Kyle,” you began softly, searching for the right words, “Gus... he's not doing well.”

Kyle turned to look at you, his eyes were pleading for a different answer, something to take away the pain he was feeling. “N-no… no… G-Gus okay,” he stammered, his voice breaking.

You shook your head, tears welling up in your own eyes. “Kyle, I know this is hard… but Gus is very old now. He’s tired… his little body can’t keep going.” You could see the confusion and fear in Kyle’s expression. His lips moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. All he could do was shake his head in denial.

“He… he w-wake up… l-later?” Kyle asked, his voice barely above a whisper, clinging to a fragile hope that maybe, somehow, Gus would be okay.

You reached into the cage and gently lifted Gus, holding him in your hands. His tiny body felt so fragile, so weak. You placed him in Kyle’s lap, letting him have this one last moment with the pet he loved so much.

“Kyle, sometimes… we have to say goodbye,” you said, your voice breaking with emotion. “It’s the way of life… nothing lasts forever.”

Kyle’s hands wrapped around Gus, cradling him as if he could shield him from the inevitable. “N-no… please… d-don’t go,” he choked out, his eyes squeezing shut as tears began to fall down his cheeks.

You stayed with him, your own heart breaking as you watched Kyle struggle to come to terms with what was happening. He didn’t understand why the world could be so cruel, why something so precious had to be taken away.

“Kyle,” you whispered, leaning closer, “Gus loves you so much. You took such good care of him… he’s been happy with you. But now… it’s time for him to rest.”

Kyle didn’t respond, his gaze locked on Gus, his tears falling onto the guinea pig’s soft fur. The room was silent except for the sound of Kyle’s quiet sobs and the faint, fading breaths of his beloved pet.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity, until finally, Gus’s breathing stopped. Kyle froze, his hands tightening around the lifeless body as if trying to will it back to life. “N-no… no… no!” he cried out, his voice breaking with anguish.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as he wept, his body trembling with the force of his grief. “I’m so sorry, Kyle...” you whispered, holding him tightly. “I know it hurts… but you gave Gus so much love. He wasn’t alone… he had you.”

Kyle buried his face in your shoulder, his tears soaking through your shirt. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to express the pain and loss that was consuming him. All he could do was cling to you, the only comfort he had left.

As the night grew darker, you stayed with Kyle, holding him as he mourned the loss of his friend. You knew this was a pain that would take time to heal, pain that words alone couldn’t ease. But you also knew that, in time, Kyle would find a way to move forward, carrying the memory of Gus with him, a reminder of the love they had shared.

On the following day, Kyle was still deeply mourning over Gus, grappling with the remnants of his memories he had with Gus, as he struggled to let go of his friend.

And there you are now, standing by the small, makeshift grave in the garden. His usually vacant eyes are filled with a rare emotion—grief. In his hands, he cradles a small shoebox with a solemn tenderness, containing his beloved guinea pig, Gus, who had been his constant companion for the past five years. Despite his fragmented mind, Kyle had formed a deep bond with the little creature, who never judged him for the stitches and scars that marked his body.

You stand beside him, a shovel in hand, as the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the garden. The air is heavy with the scent of earth and blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the somber task at hand. Kyle looks at you with a childlike confusion, a quiet plea in his eyes, as if he's searching for the right way to say goodbye.

"H-here?" he asks, his voice a low, broken whisper as he gestures to a spot near the roses, where the ground is soft and the light gentle.

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, this is a good spot, Kyle. Gus would like it here."

Kyle kneels down, carefully placing the shoebox in the small hole you’ve dug together. His large hands tremble as he brushes the dirt off the box, his fingers lingering over the lid for a moment longer before he lets go. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and tearing up, silently asking if it's okay to proceed.

Taking the shovel, you slowly begin to cover the box with earth, each movement deliberate and respectful. Kyle watches intently, his lips pressed together in a tight line as if trying to hold back an emotion he doesn’t fully understand. Once the grave is filled, you hand him a small stone to mark the spot.

He takes it with a nod, gently placing it at the head of the grave, his large fingers tracing the shape of the stone. After a moment of silence, he murmurs, "G-gus... safe now." His voice is shaky, but there's a hint of relief in his words.

You place a comforting hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles ease just slightly. "Yes...Gus is safe now," you agree softly. "And he’s always going to be with you, in here," you add, tapping his chest.

Kyle’s hand moves to his chest, his brow furrowing as he tries to comprehend the weight of your words. Finally, he gives a slow, understanding nod. "In...here," he repeats, almost as if committing the idea to memory.

You both stand there for a while, letting the moment sink in, the only sound being the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Even in his disjointed reality, Kyle understands loss, and in this quiet moment, you’ve helped him find a way to mourn and say goodbye.

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Tags: @fear-is-truth @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @trueangel420 @evanpeterspeter @lacucarachapisser @evanpeterswifeyyy

#evan peters #american horror story #American horror story coven #franken kyle spencer x fem reader

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bugs1nmybrain · 11 months ago

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First of all, love your writing! I especially love reading your headcanons 😁

Would it be alright to ask for headcanons on how Stein would be with a S/O that’s chronically ill/has a weak immune system? Like winters for them are hell because they know they’re gonna catch a cold come September and coughing fits, doctors visits and medication refills are just apart of their daily routine(may or may not be speaking from experience TTwTT)

🤍⚡️Franken Stein (Soul Eater) x Immuno-compromised Reader 🔩 🩺

I haven't written for Stein in forever!!! I hope I write this with sensitivity! I'll research a bit on it to make sure I write this as accurate as I can.

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, sfw, chronically ill reader, not proofread yet

Mister Doctor man is on the case!

If you don't tell him upfront that you have a weak immune system, he'll notice quick that you seem to be constantly under the weather

Will pry about it, and ask you if this is regular for you

When you tell him that you're chronically ill, it isn't a surprise. He'll help

Stein is proficient in most areas of medical care, so he'll make sure your medications are constantly available to you and even offer to be your personal domestic doctor. You'll tell him it's a conflict of interest as a joke, but he insists

He knows how to make sure you're as comfortable as you can be, making sure you're properly nourished and getting meals that incorporate a proper amount of vitamins

It isn't exactly a cure, but it helps

If you're feel especially sick, he encourages rest. If you need doctors' notes for work or college or the like, he's on it.

He doesn't treat you like you're made of glass or anything because he knows better, but he's definitely vigilant of your symptoms and reminds you to make sure you're taking your medicine and taking it easy if you're having a hard time

Coughing fits don't gross him out and he'll be there to help you feel better however he can

Will hound on treatment regimens

He'll try soooo hard not to ask if he can dissect you

Ofc will remind you to wash your hands regularly, but he knows you're already aware of that. His reminders are more his way of telling you he cares about your wellbeing and that he loves you (don't let him convince you that he doesn't)

If you need someone by your side when you're bedridden, he's there. Even if he has to take off time from work, he will, and don't feel guilty for it. He'll sit beside you and have the silliest conversations with you, whether they are theoretical or just casual talk. If you win him over he'll snuggle, but this man is TALL so get yourself a big bed, okay?

He will try to keep his smoke out of your face so that it doesn't stuff you up

He's here to help you to the best of his abilities. He can only imagine how hard it is, but he's a smart guy. He'll take care to make sure you're as healthy as possible.

#immunocompromised reader #chronically ill reader #professor stein #franken stein #professor stein x reader #professor stein x reader headcanons #franken stein soul eater #franken stein x reader

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belovedhoon · 3 months ago

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monster

fandom: nct dream pairing: franken monster! jaemin x fem drs daughter! reader wc: 2100+ contains: angst, mentions of death, mentions of abuse, maybe fluff? synopsis: y/n knew that her dad johnny was a doctor and sometimes his scientific experiments were a little outlandish but she never would have expected her father to be hiding such a dark secret. how was she to know that her own father was doing freakish horrible experiments on the dead, that he had brought one of the dead to life? what will she do when she finds said ‘experiment’ in the locked basement her father demanded she never enter? will she freak out or will she help him when he calls out to her? taglist: @hmusunoo @st1llm0nster @lonelybutterflytae @bunnychui @multifictionx

fic under the cut >>>>>>>>>>

“Y/N, I’ll be back in a few days, so please try not to get into any trouble because I won’t be back before then to help you. You also know not to go into the basement…I know how curious you get…” Your father Johnny ranted to you. He was always going off on tangents, you’ve heard this all before, many times…

“I know I know Dad. You say this every time!” You said playfully pushing him towards the front door. Johnny just sighed and shook his head.

“I know that sweetheart, I just worry about you, especially when I have to leave you alone all the time.” He said solemnly. You sighed at his words before hugging him to comfort him.

“Dad, I understand completely, however, I am an adult and will be fine alone. Plus I know how important it is for you to attend these events. I promise everything will be okay when you are gone.” You said to your dad purposely leaving out promising not to go in the basement… Johnny nodded, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before bidding you goodbye one last time and leaving to catch his train. As soon as you could no longer see your father and were certain that he was not coming back you booked it to the locked basement door.

You put your ear to the door. It’s not that you were expecting to hear anything; you were just doing it to do it. As you listened with your ear pressed up against the door, you could sworn you heard a groan… ‘No’ you think, ‘I’m definitely just hearing things…’ You kept your ear there up against the door just to see if you were just imagining the sound when you heard a soft “Y/N.” You were not imagining that, you heard that loud and clear. What the hell just said your name…who the hell just said your name…? There was no way you were not going in the basement now.

You pulled the pins that were keeping your hair up, out and put them against the lock fiddling with it before it finally popped open. Your eyebrows rose not truly expecting it to open so easily. You removed the lock and placed it on the table sitting close to the door before taking a deep breath and slowly opening the door. When you opened the door and peered in, all you could see was darkness, which heightened your fear and to be quite honest your curiosity too. You stepped away from the door to grab a candleholder to provide at least some light. As soon as you got back to the steps leading down into what looked like a dark abyss, you held the candle up and hesitantly started the descent into well darkness…

When you got to the bottom of the stairs you could tell the ‘room’ which was literally just a narrow hallway kept going so you nervously trekked forward even if it felt like you were heading to your doom. You kept walking and walking for what felt like forever until you could faintly see a door through the small candlelight provided. The whole time you were walking you heard nothing but silence and well the pounding in your heart. When you were finally in front of what looked like a thick door, you felt a sense of unease wash over you. Your mind was racing with what could possibly be behind that door… Maybe you should have listened to your dad. You were starting to panic and you were seriously thinking about turning back and pretending you never went down the basement stairs and its creepy hallway.

As you were turning to walk back down the dreaded hallway that’s when you heard your name being called again, this time obviously louder and more direct. You jumped when you heard it and before you could psych yourself out again you tried opening the door, curiosity and well stupidity getting the best of you. But when you tried opening the door you realized it too was locked, but this time by a coded lock. ‘Why would I ever think it would be this easy?’ you thought to yourself. You brought the candle closer to the lock to see if you could try to decipher it and realized it was a number code that was needed. How the hell were you ever going to figure this out? Your brain started scattering trying to come up with various codes it could be. The code required 8 numbers. On a whim, you decided to input your birthday (xx/xx/xxxx) which made a clicking sound then turned green indicating that you were correct. ‘How sweet of Dad to use my birthday as the code to his little science room’ You thought to yourself.

Now that the code was entered correctly, you could enter the locked room, so you slowly pushed the heavy door open and when you did bright lights suddenly came on blinding you for a second. When your eyes adjust you realize just how big this ‘room’ is. It looks more like an actual science lab than a room. You turn your head to look around the room when your eyes land on a table…a table with a person on it… You gasp loudly when you notice this person on the table. He’s looking straight at you too. You start to walk towards the man without even processing that you’re even doing so. When you get closer to a reasonable distance, you notice how odd this man looks.

To be quite honest if he wasn’t staring straight into your eyes and repeating your name, you would have thought he was…dead… but that’s impossible… he’s literally talking right now, even if all he’s saying is your name in a mantra right now. On top of that, he looks vaguely familiar, you just can’t place why. It’s all too much for your brain to process.

“Y/N…Y/N…” The man groans out, his voice deep and gruff, he almost doesn’t sound human. You stay quiet trying to wrap your brain around this bizarre situation. Your hands are shaking as you just stare into his eyes.

“W-who are you?” You let out, your voice trembling in fear. Why was this man down here? The man's eyes study you as you ask the question almost as if trying to process what you are saying. It takes him a bit before he finally answers you.

“Me…? I am Jaemin…?” The man lets out in a question as if he is unsure. It almost sounds like he can’t talk or articulate properly, which just furthers your confusion. When you realize the name he said your eyebrows furrow. ‘Jaemin?’ You question in your head. You bring yourself to study him and notice that his skin is ghostly pale and there is a line of stitches around the center of his neck wrapping around it like a necklace. You notice how green Jaemin’s eyes are and how his brown hair looks almost lifeless. He really does look dead. Your eyes widen as your brain finally puts everything together about why his face and name seem similar. Jaemin was a young man in your neighborhood who would come to your house regularly to talk with your dad. But after a while, you noticed that he was no longer coming around and when you would ask your dad about it he would give vague responses and excuses every time. When you were in town you would occasionally hear talks about Jaemin being missing but never really paid attention to it, you didn’t really know him so you just chalked it up to him moving away out of town or something, why would you assume any different?

“Na Jaemin? Why are you in here? Why do you look like this?” You asked him in multiple questions. Jaemin just stared at you, he seemed like he wasn’t understanding what you were saying. You just looked at him trying to comprehend what was happening.

“I-I don’t understand…I am sorry…Please don’t hurt me…” Jaemin said and you could tell he was scared that he didn’t understand. You looked at him with wide eyes confused. Why would you hurt him for not understanding? You stepped closer to him and you saw him flinch, stopping when he did. He seemed terrified, and you couldn’t understand why.

“Jaemin, why would I hurt you for not understanding?” You asked softly not wanting to further his obvious fear. You had so many questions. He looked like Jaemin (well mostly) but how he acted was…different. Whenever you would see him before he had this aura of confidence and fearlessness around him which in turn caused you to have a bit of an infatuation with him but this Jaemin was completely different, he was so scared and vulnerable even.

“Master…master says I should understand…he gets mad when I do not, bad things happen when I am not more human-like…” Jaemin told you, his tone although deep and gruff you could still hear the fear behind his voice. Your brows furrowed again. Master? Human-like? What does that even mean? Isn’t he…human? Your mind was reeling at this point. You have so many questions in your head right now. The way Jaemin talked was so odd too, almost as if he didn’t know how to string a sentence along properly. It was all very strange to you, why was he behaving this way?

“Master? Who is master?” You asked. Maybe if you asked one question at a time he would understand. You had an inkling it was your dad Johnny but you wanted to confirm that thought. Jaemin blinked at you before he finally answered. It appears that it takes him a bit to process anything you say.

“Master? Dr. Suh is Master.” Jaemin replied. You nodded your head at his words to indicate you understood him. But his confirmation just led to even more questions in your mind. Why would Jaemin call your dad ‘Master’? You thought about what you should ask next before deciding to address his appearance.

“Okay…are you okay? Why do you look…sick?” You asked slowly, not knowing how to word this without coming off as rude. If Jaemin was offended he didn’t show it, it didn’t even seem like he cared about the question in that manner.

“Sick? No, I am not. Master says I am alive now. I can not be sick, I am not dead anymore, Master said I am alive.” Jaemin said. You just stayed quiet letting all of this sink in. What the hell is going on here? What kind of sick “Frankenstein” mess is this? You knew your father’s experiments were a little out there but this is just outlandish and horrifying. Why would your father bring someone back to life? That’s completely immoral and how and why did Jaemin die in the first place? What is your dad doing to Jaemin down here especially for Jaemin to be so scared?

“How…why did you die in the first place? You asked hesitantly, you had a feeling that the answer wasn’t a good one. You couldn’t shake the feeling that your own father was somehow involved with Jaemin’s death, you didn’t really want to entertain that idea…

“Master said that I had to die for him to learn better. I- I don’t know any more than that. Master said that all that matters is that it worked and I am alive. He said I can leave here soon if I do better.” Jaemin said. This whole time his voice just sounded so monotone and deep, it was unsettling to you, but that was the least of your worries… You needed to know why your father has done this to Jaemin.

You stepped away from Jaemin and walked around the big lab to the desk by the table Jaemin was strapped to and looked through your father’s notes. You came across something of substance, the top of the page read ‘Project J’ which you assumed was about Jaemin. As you read through the notes you could feel bile rising in your throat at what your father had done to Jaemin. You never would have thought your father could be so cruel. As you kept reading you became more horrified as you realized your own father killed Jaemin just to see if he could bring him back to life…The reasoning makes you feel even more sick to your stomach. He wanted to bring your dead mother back to life. You couldn’t, no you wouldn’t let that happen, your father needed to be stopped. This was sick, twisted, and downright immoral. You would do whatever it would take to end this ‘Experiment’ and save not only your dead mother’s peace but also Jaemin from the terrible things your father has done and will continue to do to Jaemin even if it cost you your life.

#spooktober #nct dream angst #nct dream #na jaemin #jaemin #kpop fic #kpop fluff #kpop #halloween fic #kinktober #nct dream smut #nct #nct 127 #nct smut

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takeyourdailydoseofcyanide · 1 month ago

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You’ll Never Take Me Alive, Never! You Better Pray That I Die!

Ao3 link

fandom: soul eater

characters: spirit albarn, franken stein

word count: 657

tags: cuddling & snuggling, madness, hallucinations, fluff and hurt/comfort, comfort, domestic fluff, title from a will wood song, hurt/comfort

summary: Stein is struggling with the madness and Spirit allows him to crawl into bed with him.

*They are implied to be teenagers in this.

notes: I am working on a longer fic yay I love doing things for cptsd yay I have another one ready to post too but it’s a short yay I’ll upload it tomorrow

also the title is from the will wood song mr capgras encounters a secondhand vanity

Stein placed his hands onto Spirit’s side and arm, gently shaking him back and forth, loudly whispering a mantra;

“Spirit. Spirit. Spirit. Wake up, Spirit.”

Prying open bleary eyes and squinting at Stein through the blanketing darkness, Albarn lifted his torso and rested on his elbow. “What,” he groggily grunted, rubbing his grimacing face. “What are you doing in here? What do you want?”

Stein was avoiding making any eye contact at all, merely staring at his blue sheets. He was swaying on his feet and feeling incessantly of his knuckles, the tremble in his voice growing thicker with each word.

“Nightmares,” he spoke concisely and not above murmur.

Albarn lifted a suspecting eyebrow. “Waking nightmares?”

“Waking.”

Spirit threw the covers open, gesturing Stein to come and scooting over to the other side of the bed, to which he promptly crawled into the pocket of warmth the weapon had so kindly created, pulling the comforter all the way up past his nose, curling up and hiding underneath it.

A quiet voice demanding that Stein follow it repeated itself just as it had when he’d trudged anxiously down the hall, as the feeling of the spider-legged eyes running up and down his fingers, his arms, his head, his legs overwhelmed his senses. To Spirit’s fright, he slapped and scratched at his limbs, even flailing agitatedly.

“Hey, don’t do that!” He exclaimed with a concerned countenance, hoisting himself up immediately. He grabbed ahold of Stein’s wild arms and soothed over the reddened skin with uncharacteristically tender thumbs. “Were they crawling on you again?”

He nodded his head slowly, body unmoving, still not bearing to look at his partner. He looked to be somewhat afraid or apprehensive, as if something horrible would happen if their eyes were to meet.

“Hm,” Spirit hummed pensively, averting his gaze for the sake of Stein’s comfort. “I know you’re not much of a hugger.. but.. would it help if I held you- you know, just so you wouldn’t hurt yourself?”

It was barely noticeable, but Franken’s eyes widened by a small margin, darting across the room.

“And… you seem a little scared. Maybe it would make you feel better? Hugs make me feel better, though you’re not me. Have you ever cuddled with anyone before?”

He shook his head “no,” movements still strangely slow.

“Would you like to try? I’m sure you’re curious about it- you’re curious about just about everything, aren’t you?”

He nodded.

“You can think about, uh, the scientific explanation behind, uh, why, uh, humans enjoy this shit, okay? And if you don’t like it, tell me and we’ll stop.”

“Okay.”

“Well, all right.”

Spirit moved to lay down along with Stein once more, inching closer and wrapping his arms around his upper half, bringing one hand to the back of his head. “Here, I’ll make sure they don’t bother you, yeah?” He gently concealed the younger’s face against his chest, quickly pulling the covers over the both of them. Stein kneaded fistfuls of his shirt in his hands, fiddling with the fabric in between his fingers, as he swung a leg over Spirit’s.

Heaving a languid and content sigh, Albarn muttered, “There we go. …Just relax now. I know it’s hard, Stein. I know you’re feeling a little wound up, but just breathe with me for a moment. Just breathe, in and out, okay? I know your head’s probably racing with a bunch of scary thoughts all at once, and I know you’ll probably find this suspicious of me to say, but close your eyes. Relax. Listen to the sound of my voice.. try to ignore theirs if they’re bothering you. You know I’m always here for you, don’t you? You’re my meister. My strong, cockroach of a meister. You could survive anything. You’ll make it through the madness alive, I know you will.”

“……Thank you,” Stein squeezed him just a little tighter, to which Spirit squeezed him in return.

#soul eater #franken stein #stein #stein soul eater #dr stein #spirit albarn #spirit soul eater #franken stein soul eater #soul eater fanfic #soul eater fanfiction #takeyourcyanide

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hatelangdon · 1 year ago

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Fever

Pt 1, Pt 2 / 3k words.

(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)

Hurt/comfort, & fluff, Slight angst (it's just me rambling about Kyle's mistreatment from the Coven)

(🚨 Warnings: Talks of Fever, Being sick, Vomiting (not in detail), seperation anxiety, Crying, Zoe and Madison being terrible caregivers so neglect, problems with eating and drinking🚨)

Summary: Kyle doesn't feel good, he hasn't for a while...but what he needs now is kindness, understanding, and care from someone who actually wants the best for him.

(A/N: We all just want Kyle to feel better, he's so sweet. You could honestly just read this one by itself, but if you want more lore I would look into the last 2 parts...I definitely got carried away so I understand if ya'll don't feel like reading all this but I TOLD YALL I LOVE WHUMP but Misty is back and Kyle is wearing silly straw glasses so how mad could you be? I would highly recommend that you listen to this song near the end of the story , it adds a layer of sentiment that I can't even describe. I hope you have all enjoyed this little series as much as i've enjoyed writing it <3)

Also, this is not proofread so there's probably errors, ya'll know the drill by now.

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When you returned with the broom and dustpan to clean the glass up, Kyle was laying in the bed twirling the ring around his pinky. He was so enamored by its beauty that he barely even noticed when you came back, until you started to sweep the glass off the floor.

He realized your presence and perked up, watching you with big eyes.

“H-help?” He started sitting up, but you gently pushed him back down onto the pillows.

"I got it Kyle. You need to rest, and I don't want you to accidentally step on something" You assured him.

Cordelia had taught him how to sweep since he basically became the coven’s butler after Zoe and Madison decided to bring him back from the dead. This always raised ethical concerns in your mind because…why would they do that?

Kyle must’ve had dreams of his own, he was in college, he had friends that cared about him, he had a life that he wanted to live. Now he was unable to communicate and in constant pain from the terrible stitch job that Madison and Zoe had used to put him back together. His body never felt like his own, and thats because it wasn't...fully; They had decided to stitch Kyle back together using the body parts of his fellow frat brothers, which caused a lot of issues for both his mental and physical health.

It was all wrong. He was wrongfully killed in a bus crash, by Madison's hand and then he was brought back to be Zoe and Madison's personal toy & used as "the help"

Bringing someone back from the dead after you killed them, just so you could have sex and make them clean your house and serve you drinks didn't seem morally correct or fair. Those two had played “build a boyfriend” with Kyle’s life and didn't even take care of him properly.

Kyle never once took his eyes off of you while you swept, he had always admired how pretty you were and how warm your heart was.

After all of the glass was cleaned up and disposed of, you sat on the side of the bed, gently taking your ring from Kyle's hand and putting it back on your finger

"I told you I would be back" you stroked his hand with your thumb, and he gave you a gentle, sleepy, smile.

“P-p-pretty” Kyle blinked at you, still smiling

“yeah, it is a pretty ring isn't it? I can get you one like it, would you like that Kyle?"

He took a minute, allowing himself to fully decipher your words, before nodding and placing a gentle hand on your cheek

“Y-you pretty.” He blinked hard, and nodded again to insure you knew what he was talking about.

You felt your face heat up and your heart flutter like it housed a butterfly garden,

“thank you Kyle. You are very kind.”

Your words only made his smile bigger.

You had moved yourself to the side of the bed, your back resting on the wall. Kyle balled himself next to you, resting his head on your lap.

You rubbed the side of his head with your thumb to let him know that you were with him, even as he slept. You could feel that he still had a fever....in fact he was burning up. Luckily, he was being taken care of and resting, maybe that was all that he needed.

Kyle only slept for an hour before all hell broke loose

You had stayed where you were, you didn't mind since Kyle was resting peacefully on your lap and no one really noticed that you hadn't come out of your room, it was still pretty early in the day.

You just sat there watching tv on your phone. Kyle had started to stir in your lap, his eyebrows furrowed like he was uncomfortable. He curled in on himself tighter, practically hugging his knees to his chest.

You ran your nails down his spine, hoping to comfort him a bit. His eyes suddenly opened and he sat up, looking panicked and tapping his chest desperately trying to convey something to you.

Your eyes widened, you were just as confused as he was

“Um- what's wrong? Are you choking?” You were very unsure “is it your stitches???”

Kyle’s eyes were tearing up and he started turning red, as he continued to try and show you what was wrong with him by patting his chest. He started gagging and you realized what the issue was, quickly.

“NO! NO! KYLE PLEASE DO NOT THROW UP ON MY BED” You practically sprung 4 feet off the bed and tackled the trashcan by your desk, luckily there was a bag in it. You rushed it over and put it in front of him.

“You’re okay Kyle, just let it up” you rubbed his back gently, as he dry heaved over the bin, sobbing. He didn’t understand why this was happening to him, why his stomach hurt so much, and why his throat burned. The muscle tension from him being bent over and heaving caused his stitches to pull on his skin, which made his experience much more painful.

You hated to see him this way, you didn’t think it would get this bad but he was clearly much sicker than you had anticipated, the sound of him being sick and his desperate cries broke your heart, but all you could do was stay there with him and talk him through it.

“I know it hurts Ky, I know. Just keep breathing. It’ll be over soon.” You pressed your lips to the back of his neck, rubbing on his shoulders.

You could tell he was finished when the heaving stopped and he was just crying with his head in the bin.

You took it away from him with your eyes closed tying up the bag, you’d deal with it later.

Kyle was back lying on the bed, curled up in fetal position while his body shook with sobs. He was exhausted and everything hurt.

“Ky, I know you don’t feel good. I’m sorry.” You were gentle with him, squeezing his hand “I’m gonna get you something to drink okay? You need to hydrate. It’ll help your throat.” you tried to sound encouraging, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

He turned to you, sniffling while his eyes still pooled with tears and his nose blushed in bright hue of strawberry rouge, he held his hand out expectantly.

You looked around confused at first, until you realized that he was eyeing your ring. He had remembered.

You smiled, and pushed it into his palm, closing his fingers around it and kissing the back of his hand.

You made your way down to the kitchen to get some water from the brita, you used some old water bottle you got from a school event, it was best to give Kyle a drink with a lid, because he was prone to suddenly jerking his body. You came back upstairs, where Kyle was staring at the wall completely worn out.

“I’m back, ky”

He just hummed, his eyes closed to keep the light out. You had noticed Kyle didn't like to drink water that much, he didn’t really know why he needed to, so Zoe and Madison would just give him Diet Coke and apple juice all day to keep him quiet. This was a habit you could have fixed, but you didn't feel like arguing and Kyle needed fluids and electrolytes in him immediately.

You opened your nightstand, You kept cherry flavored liquid iv in your top drawer because you were also prone to forgetting to hydrate. You poured the powder in, shaking it up so it would be dissolved.

You kneeled next to the bed, running your hands through Kyle’s hair, massaging his scalp.

“Here Kyle, sip it. I made it sweet for you, it’ll help you feel a bit better”

He nodded, sipping on the water bottle, he liked it enough to take it from your hands and try to drink from it himself, it took him 10 seconds before accidentally squirting himself in the face, flinching

"Careful, Kyle" you took it from him, and he grunted.

You looked around your room for a better straw for him to sip on, your eyes landed on your desk. You had a pair of those silly straw glasses, from your little cousin's birthday party. You looked between the glasses and Kyle's wet face and knew exactly what he needed.

You grabbed them and tapped Kyle on the shoulder so he would look up at you.

“I’m gonna put these on you, alright?”

Kyle was intrigued by the tubing, but he recognized that they were also glasses of some kind and allowed you to put them behind his ears.

You were careful putting the straw back into the cup, making sure he would be able to actually drink it.

“Okay Ky, these are very special glasses,” you showed him the part of the straw that went into his mouth and he just stared at you, tilting his head in confusion “You’re just gonna drink from it like a regular straw.”

You helped him put it in between his lips and he did as he was told, sucking on it like a normal straw. When he realized that the liquid was circling his eyes and coming all the way around the glasses, he immediately gave you a giddy smile thinking it was the coolest thing in the world.

He suddenly latched onto your waist from where you stood in front of him, hugging you close. His head rested on your chest while he happily sipped on his water. This took you by surprise, but all you did was pat his blonde head and return the favor by wrapping your arms around his back, giggling at the unanticipated declaration of love.

“Y/n care Kyle?” He took the straw out of his mouth, lifting his head to look you in the eyes.

You nodded, giving him a smile. You had never felt so much love and admiration for someone in such a little amount of time.

“Yes Kyle, I care about you very much. I will always value you and make sure you’re treated well from now on.”

He smiled, and went back to sipping his drink through his silly little glasses, still holding onto you.

All you wanted to do was keep him safe and comfortable in your arms but you still had other things to attend to, like breakfast for both of you…well brunch.

“Kyle,” You were careful with your movements as you wriggled your way out of his grip, you watched his entire face drop as he reached out for you once again wondering why you suddenly didn’t want to cuddle him. It took every ounce of your strength to not jump right back into the bed and hold him.

“I gotta make us some food, are you hungry?” You put your hands on the sides of his face.

“Hungry.” He repeated, nodding.

“Okay, I’m gonna make you something. Do you know what you want?”

“Mac n cheese.”

“Alright, I’ll make you some Mac and cheese.” You made your way to the door and Kyle tried to follow, holding his water and looking at you like a lost puppy.

“Ky, you can’t come. You’re sick honey.” You guided him back to the bed

“Cold. B-bored.” He whined, trying to pull you into the bed with him. If he wasn’t sick he probably would have been able to.

“No Kyle, I gotta go. I’ll only be gone a little while.”

That’s when the tears started, he was exhausted and these past couple of days had been really difficult for him. He felt like you weren’t listening to him, like you didn’t care.

“Oh no no no, Kyle please don’t cry my angel,” You sat with him, wiping his tears away “I know you don’t feel good and you want me to hold you, I promise I will come back. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I would never lie to you Ky.”

He sniffled, he didn’t get it 100%, words always got fuzzy in his mind but as he studied your face, he realized the sincerity in your eyes.

“I think it will help if I make the room comfy for you, hm?” You got up and closed your black out curtains which helped take some strain off of Kyle’s eyes and dull his headache, you had twinkling fairy lights that added some warmth to the room.

Kyle looked around, seeing the change in scenery and almost instantly he felt calmer.

Autumn had just begun, Kyle always loved the change of the seasons, but autumn was his favorite. It was so cozy and pretty.

You set up your laptop on a pillow near him, turning on the first episode of “over the garden wall” and covering him back up with your weighted blanket.

He suddenly felt relieved of all the tension left in his body.

“Is this better?” You rubbed the bottom of his back and he nodded, sipping away on his drink.

He was so entranced by the show, that you were able to slip out without saying another word.

You went down into the kitchen where you were graced by the presence of Misty dancing to Fleetwood Mac and twirling around in her flowy clothes

“Good morning, darlin!” She took your hand and twirled you, “Can I interest you in some French toast? I think I made too much batter.”

Misty was by far your favorite sister in the coven, she was so kind and sympathetic, especially towards the vulnerable creatures of the world.

“oh Misty, you know that I love your French toast, but I gotta make a mac & cheese cup for Kyle so I’m probably gonna eat one too.” You tried to make your way over to the pantry, but Misty pulled you back towards her playfully.

“no, you both can eat my French toast it's better for ya, and I'll even put some strawberries and cream on top to sweeten the deal.”

You happily obliged and sat on one of the bar stools in front of the stove watching Misty do her thing.

“What’re you doing with Kyle, where’s Madison?”

You raised your eyebrows, “Well there was some conflict between the two of them so I decided it would be best if they took a pause- and Kyle is pretty sick, so I told him I’d take care of him.” While it wasn't technically a lie, it also wasn't the truth but you couldn't tell Misty that you had froze Madison in time and kept her in her room for the past 2 days.

“Aw that’s too bad, why didn’t you tell me the poor angel was sick? I made some elderberry gummies a couple of days ago.” She flipped the toast in the pan, “They do wonders for the immune system, we're coming up on cold and flu season. I'm gonna get ya’ll some, I'll be right back!” she skipped off to her room her golden locks bouncing behind her, “if you smell something burning, just take the pan off the heat!”

She came back with a mason jar, filled with dark purple star shaped gummies,

“these will help him get better faster, but you should probably take some too.”

You nodded, giving her a big smile “Thanks Misty, you're the kindest person I know.”

“Awww, you don't have to say that. I try to help out where I can. I've seen you do the same, don't think that big heart of yours goes unnoticed.” She gave you a wink as she plated up French toast for both Kyle and You.

“I’ll cut his up,” She grabbed a butter knife from the drawer, cutting the toast in tiny square pieces, “Now, you go take this up and make sure that boy is taken care of!” She handed both plates off to you and turned her little radio up louder, quietly humming the lyrics to herself while she cooked.

“You could be my silver spring Blue-green colors flashin' I would be your only dream Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin"

The music followed along as you made your way back up the spiral staircase, opening the door to your bedroom to see Kyle resting peacefully with his cheek smushed against your pillow, his eyes sleepily taking in the calm scenes of the show.

“Ky, Misty made us some French toast” you sing-songed.

He turned to you eyebrows furrowed. That wasn't what he asked for., you noticed his confused expression and took a seat on the bed right next to him.

“I know it's not what you asked for, but did you wanna try?” You asked encouragingly.

He could smell it, and he liked the smell, so he was willing to try. He opened his mouth for you to feed him and you stabbed a piece with your fork, placing it in.

He chewed it up, it was very sweet so he liked it and showed you by opening his mouth for another piece. If he wasn't sick, you wouldn't have babied him so much, but you could still feel the warmth of fever on his skin so you needed to coddle him for just a little bit more.

and after a few minutes and what felt like magic you had managed to feed Kyle and yourself with no mess, you placed your dishes on your desk you would worry about them later.

Kyle had felt much better, but he still wanted you all to himself.

“Y/n done?” He perked his head up and looked at you with his big puppy eyes,

“Yes Kyle, I’m all done with everything” You came right over and grabbed his hand, which caused him to smile, shyly.

“L-lay with Kyle..and-and watch p-p-pumpkin?” He pointed to the show, wanting you to enjoy it as much as he did even though you were the one who introduced it.

“Of course, Ky.”

And with that, you wrapped your body right around his, holding him close to your chest. Your fingers intertwined as both of your faces were illuminated by the warm orange lighting of the show. You didn’t know what to call your relationship, you didn’t know if Zoe would ever return, and you didn’t know if you would ever unfreeze Madison by your own will…but you did know one thing, You would love Kyle forever and no one else would ever be able to hurt him as long as there was breath in your body.

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klaus-littlestwolf · 2 years ago

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Franken/Kyle Spencer A-Z

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

•Kyle loves taking care of you, he thinks it's his job

•No matter what or how much you do he will hold you tight, borderline too tight just trying to keep you close and make sure you're alright

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

•Kyle doesn't have a favorite body part of his, he actually has quite a few issues with the body he lives in, considering most of it isn't his

•Kyle loves every single inch of you, he adores holding your hands, lives for kissing your lips and would kill just to squeeze your ass one last time before death

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

•Kyle loves finishing on you, he's practically hard wired (even post death) as a frat boy not to finish inside of you, even if he loves that too

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

•He tries to hide how much he wants to throw you around

•Kyle has had problems with his strength and he's afraid to hurt you, however he wants more than anything to pin you down and have his way with you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

•As a frat boy he had enough experience, though he also had quite a bit of trauma

•He has to relearn quite a lot and while he knows what he's doing he has to relearn how to be gentle, slow, careful, or whatever you need from him, though he's entirely worth it

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

•Kyles favorite position is missionary, he wants to see your face and gage your reactions, he loves knowing that he's making you feel as good as he does, it makes him feel accomplished, that he's done his job taking care of you

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

•Once he gets comfortable with you he can have moments of goofy, borderline childishness when trying to make you laugh or smile

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

•He's trimmed but he doesn't do anything more than that

•The hair on his head however is messy and adorable at all times

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

•It takes him a while to get romance, he wasn't bad at it before he died but relearning that took a bit of time for him

•Once he gets the hang of it, he thrives at giving you the romantic nights and making you feel special

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

•Always

•Loves It

•Constantly!!

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

•Anal-is a big one that Kyle begs to try for a while before you give in

•Switch-Kyle loves being in charge with you but he also enjoys it when you take control and tell him what to do

L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)

•Kyle prefers a bed, your bed

•He doesn't like others looking at you so being anywhere but your room doesn't happen a lot at all

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

•Kyle almost seems like a teenager discovering sex for the first time every day

•He doesn't need motivation, he's always ready and waiting for you

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

•Anything that causes you pain

•Kyle already has trouble when it comes to hurting people and animals, his strength is a major issue and hurting you is something he's terrified of doing so please don't ask him to

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

•Giving

•Kyle loves hearing the sounds you make when he goes down on you, it may be his favorite thing in the world

•If you allowed him to he would do it for hours and never stop for air, listening to your whimpers and squeals, holding down your twitching hips

•God he loves the taste of your pussy

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

•He was very fast at first, feeling the need to rut into you frantically until you slowed him

•He actually quite enjoys slow, passionate sex, watching the expressions on your face change is fascinating to him learning what movements make you scrunch up your nose adorably or make you moan like an overzealous porn star

•Fast, slow, rough, sensual, whatever you need that day is what Kyle will give you, he wants to please you however you need, he has a need to make you happy after everything you’ve done to take care of him…and he loves your pussy with a passion

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

•Everyday

•All the time

•Sometimes living in a school for witches you only have 5 minutes here and there and Kyle is determined to always make the most of them

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

•He enjoys trying new things with you and he'll try just about anything you want

•You only ever risked doing it anywhere but your room once though, Kyle hates the idea of people seeing your body

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

•He has a crazy amount of stamina

•Kyle can last for several hours before he even needs a break let alone has to call it quits

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

•He's not a huge fan of toys but he'll give them a try if you want him to

•He likes your vibrator, placing it against your clit while he fucks you gives you both an ungodly amount of pleasure

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

•Every once in a while Kyle will tease you but he's more of a dive straight into it sort of guy

•His foreplay was abysmal in the beginning but he got much better at it knowing how happy it made you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

•Kyle is definitely a grunter

•He's not usually all that loud but if he gets lost in the moment he can really get there

W = Wild Card (Get a random Headcanon for the character of your choice)

•Kyle surprised you with how snuggly he is, especially with how angry and growly he is all the time

•He loves resting his head on your belly and wrapping his arms around you, curling up and loving the feel of you playing with his hair

•Your personal Frankenstein is adorable

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

•6 1/2 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

•Kyle has a high sex drive, he's always desperate for you and you don't make it easy on him

•Every time you wear those cute shorts that can’t even be called pants he's so hard it hurts and so needy for you

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

•It's rare that he falls asleep before you considering his stamina however when he does you enjoy just watching him for a bit

•Usually you fall asleep before him and Kyle is quick to snuggle you against his chest and nuzzle his face into your hair

•He takes these kinds of moments to thank whatever deity exists in the world for letting him come back and experience true happiness with you

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cannibal-nightmares · 3 months ago

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Seven

"Sounds like you were having a day. That's what my mom used to call it when she got her wires crossed."

Spirit hosts his home for a weekly weekend dinner between just he and Stein.

Wrote this to process some things over a couple of months, and, much to my surprise, it helped a lot. I didn't originally intend for it to see the light of day, but I ended up enjoying the ending. please dont whack me lol aaaaa

Soul Eater - Stein x Spirit (ship is up to interpretation, SFW) // OOC Stein, domestic fluff, caregiver-esque Spirit but not really, non-verbal stein, agereg!stein?, hurt/comfort, this piece goes nowhere Word count - 2,018 -- [AO3 link]

Sometimes he got like this, uncharacteristically unresponsive, even when it was in his character to be unresponsive. There was a heaviness to his slow breath and a glaze in his eye that left more to be remarked, unfocused on settling dust particles in a dimming sunbeam.

That afternoon, he was slow to pack up his things from the infirmary and the lecture hall. Spirit had waited outside on the massive steps, as he so often did, noting how much time had passed with the slight inclination for a second cigarette, the first one lit after he realized the misstep in timing as it was.

A hup, standing up and turning to step back inside to check on his meister, and, finally, the professor met the evening sun with a distant gaze.

"What took you so long?" Albarn jested.

Stein almost didn't answer. "'Just lost track of time. You could have gone home without me, you know."

Spirit chuffed, but his light-hearted expression tugged to shift as Stein's tone painted the air.

"Nonsense, silly. When else would I get to yammer to you about work?"

Franken exhaled shortly with a forced polite twinge to his brow and waved them both along down the stairs. It was fast-obvious each and every step felt like a free-fall.

They carried on in silence.

The two took turns hosting their homes on Friday nights for shared dinners, recuperation, and wherever else the evenings would take them. Over the year they had been doing this, they found their belongings spread out between each other’s apartments: It was disorganized, but Stein was good at keeping track of things like insects in a web by snippets of pictures and content within his memory.

“Hey, Stein?”

“Hm?”

“I think it’s your turn this week.”

The professor looked up from his thoughts, realizing he took them paces in the other direction towards Spirit’s place.

“Oh, I guess that’s right.” He took pause, unsure of how to apply grace in correcting the mistake, attempting to casually redirect their path when Spirit brushed his sleeve.

“Franken,” he caught his gaze, eye contact visibly shattering his meister’s focus, searching for a more tangible tell. “Let me cook tonight.”

Something somewhere in Stein wanted to argue for the sake of consistent routine, but something else was at the forefront of his decision-making. A beat, and he nodded with an unchanged expression but a softness like that of gratitude in his eyes. He very clearly wanted to express something more verbal, though too long of a pause discredited him from an intended gesture; he closed his gape and readjusted his glasses, thereafter rubbing tired knuckles to his temple, soothing something lost.

“Hey, are you okay?” Spirit had his heels off the ground to tilt his head to his partner, a firm hand to Stein’s bicep; Albarn knew how delicate touches often did more harm than good for grounding techniques.

Acknowledgment flickered in Franken’s reflection, and he was able to re-track, rubbing the back of his neck now and meeting his weapon’s face before quickly splitting away.

“Yeah, I think I’m just… Having a day.”

Spirit squeezed his shoulder. “We don’t have to do dinner if you’re not feeling up to it—”

“No, it’s fine.” Stein cut him off insistently. “I want to.”

The whole truth of the matter was he felt safe with Spirit. He imagined he’d probably sit at his desk or go to bed if he had gone home, but a force within him did not want to be left alone. He wanted Spirit’s company as though his life depended on it.

The death scythe smiled gently. “Off we go, then.”

Paces to the east side of town painted approaching walls in golden-orange sun. The quiet neighborhood looked like a dollhouse come to life at this part of the evening, the streets about to brim with dinner plans and weekend celebrations. In their delay, they had just missed the usual ebb of rush by the time school got out. A silent cyclist passed by.

“Stein…” Spirit was hesitant to cut through the quiet. “I know you don’t like me asking, but…” He brought both of his flat and open hands out in front of himself, paralleling each other, starting apart wide and ending nearer together in the middle of his abdomen, a furrowing questioning stark to his countenance.

There was a sharp shard of annoyance in Stein’s quiet sigh that resulted, but a reasoned defensiveness in his eyes shone years worth of experience he desperately wanted to rewrite.

“You don’t have to answer. You know I only ask because I want to care for you. And I know it needs some practice from both of us.”

Stein half-glanced over to his side, and then back to Spirit. He waved his hand for his focus then nodded his fist at the wrist.

Albarn chuffed but then corrected himself. Do you know why?

The professor wanted to sigh again. Do you know why?

Spirit was only half-confident in the response. Too, he wasn’t sure what would be stepping on his partner’s toes.

I think so.

Winter has… Stein exhibited an uncertainty in his hands, signing the gesture for MIXED, then corrected himself to CONFUSION. He shook it out. “Dissonance.” His voice trailed by the third syllable, already having started small.

Spirit rubbed his meister’s back. I know.

"I'm going to lie down for a while… If you don’t mind.”

The death scythe helped the coat off his partner’s shoulders at the doorway, his limbs heavy and tired.

“Not at all. Should I start dinner and wake you when it’s done?”

He knew he wasn't going to be able to taste anything, and that eating might end up being a chore to the point of nausea, but Spirit knew--they both knew--that a meal and some rest was definitely going to help him think straight. It was obvious Stein thought to deny it, but eventually managed a lost nod.

Spirit exhaled in resolution, taking a moment to squeeze his hand.

“When did you last eat?”

Stein opened his mouth to begin speaking, but nothing came out. He blinked away a tightness in his chest and touched his thumb first to the side of his chin, then his ear.

Yesterday.

Typical he'd skip breakfast. Spirit nodded.

“Is there anything you’d prefer?” He had to admit to himself he knew the questions were making his guest tired.

The professor paused, then slipped his hand from Albarn’s grip to click at his screw, eye contact gone distant beyond them both. Spirit half-mindlessly petted the back of his knuckles to Stein’s forearm to return gentle focus. From nothing, he was clearly becoming overstimulated.

No worries. “I’ll figure something out for us, dear.”

Stein forced a readjustment to meet the side of Spirit’s neck. “Thank you, Spirit.” He flickered sincere eye contact from emerald to aquamarine, held the moment for just a beat, then slunk off to the hallway, too fuzzy and scrambled to worry if the message was received.

Spirit was no stranger to these spells, twicefold: One in seeing Stein in these states before, and another in his own first-hand experience. Well, Spirit corrected his own thoughts, he didn’t exactly understand the non-verbality and shrinking ego from a first-person perspective, but that pit of unprecedented and unanticipated emptiness was certainly no stranger. They had profound moments together that led each of them towards new coping mechanisms, unexpected craftiness in both defense and in aid like that of brugmansia bloom. Sometimes the weekend meals were bargaining, reminders to themselves that they both were human through the reflection of the other.

He knew exactly what to make for dinner.

Spirit tapped the guest bedroom door with soft knuckles, and gently peeled it away from the frame. As his eyes adjusted to the dim, he realized no one was in the neatly made bed.

“Stein?”

He stepped back out to the hall and nudged his own bedroom door that was slightly ajar, eyeing blankets mussed but still no professor to be found. The room took moonglow and the air tasted sweet with chilliness, inviting Albarn to push the door further to see the parallel sliding glass cracked open. On the balcony, his meister sat criss-cross, looking out through the wrought iron railing down to the street.

“Hey,” he made his presence known before stepping out to the cement, an immediate shiver overtaking him. He sat comfortably next to him and followed his trajectory. “What are you looking at, Franken?”

Stein had his arms folded in on themselves awkwardly, but pried one from the knot to out point to the sidewalk of the bistro adjacently below. He made loose hands that seemed to grab at themselves in the center of his body, but Spirit wasn’t able to follow.

“I’m… Sorry, Stein, I don’t know that word.” Albarn said aloud while signing along.

The professor refocused on his partner with a tiny curious twinge to his brow and gestured movements with his hands that looked similar to the last. A pause, and he clarified.

“Stories.”

He looked back out to the street and Spirit followed the trajectory. Gesturing to a man in a blue suit chatting to a woman on the curb, Stein nodded upward.

“What do you think he does?” His voice remained ever-quiet. He then signed the word for “WORK?”

“By the looks of it, maybe… A business man. He has a briefcase.”

Stein shook out his hand to hold a misplaced sigh, but consoled the impulsion by meeting his bolt. He didn’t crank it, though, fingers left in temptation. He unfolded his legs to bring knees to his chest, his raised elbow to rest propped up against them, the other arm squeezing his legs tight.

“I think he’s living a double-life. Maybe that’s his wife, maybe it’s not. Maybe he is a businessman—probably a paper-pusher--but he does something else on the side that she doesn’t know about. They’ve planned a date, but, last second, it has crossed the plans of his second employer. He has to figure out how to cut the dinner early before she realizes that’s not his normal weekday briefcase.”

Spirit went speechless and searched Stein in a received child-like wonder, the game falling into place.

“Oh, look, he did it!” Albarn chimed as the two characters parted ways from each other. Stein grinned, but felt inclined to hide it.

“What about her?” Spirit pointed to a woman at a table on the sidewalk with a relaxed hand to her jaw, looking out to the road in absent thought.

“What about her?” Stein passed the baton.

“She’s…” He hesitated, thinking. “She’s a usual at this cafe. She has the menu memorized like the back of her hand, but pretends she doesn’t think it leaves more to be desired. She fantasizes of having a restaurant of her own where everything is cat-themed and… And involves calamari somehow...”

Stein glanced to Spirit and once he finally caught a returned look, he laughed a single amused chuff, their expressions matching pink in the dark. They both shivered.

“What do you think they think we do?”

“I guess that depends how much you’re out on this balcony.”

Almost as if on cue, they made eye contact with the lady at the table who happened to look up at them.

They waved.

Dinner is ready.

Stein freed his hands from their anchors. What did you make?

Spirit’s smile was warm. Breakfast.

Something of surprise lit up in the meister’s eyes.

Do you want to eat out here or inside?

Franken wasn’t sure what to do with his hands until he decided on tugging to Spirit’s sleeve, then taking his left hand in both of his own, bringing folded knuckles to his temple, shielding his eyes momentarily with a sweet grin. Albarn confessed the regression was in a way alarming, but he felt the genuine comfort start to radiate off of Stein in their shared company. He let his hand out of his meister’s grasp to sweep through his hair and pull him into a hug.

“Let’s go inside.”

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seemethroughglass · 1 year ago

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he’s a fool (you’re just as well)

franken!kyle spencer x reader

word count : 5.1K

warnings : fluff, (underage?) smoking, witches, zombies, witchcraft, dark magic, fainting, cooking, witch!reader, mentions of sex/hard drugs

a/n : this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr so if anything is wonky please lmk 😭😭 this fic was first posted on ao3 if you’d prefer to read it below :)

October 30th, 2013. 3:22 AM.

A faint smell of cigarette smoke and cheap lavender scented room spray slid up into your nose and settled in your lungs, holding your breath until you couldn’t stand to anymore. You were back first on the surprisingly comfortable queen sized bed you shared with the 5’10 rotting man-baby, taking up the tight space on the right side you had while he sprawled his arms out, his fingers flexing and twitching ever so slightly haphazardly while he drooled on the pillow that gave comfort to his skull.

Kyle Spencer was dead, and had been dead for a while, is what Zoe told you. You were the newest addition to Miss Robichaux’s School for Gifted Young Women, this sick fuck of a school. Being here wasn’t anything you’d expect, and certainly wasn’t the worst, but the things you’d do just to go back home and enjoy some time alone. In just two months of being here, Zoe had wordlessly decided that you’d become Kyle’s new babysitter, a tentative decision that made you wonder if you’d ever go back to normal. You were in charge of bathing, changing, and feeding him. When you were expecting to be in a school like this, you never saw yourself soaping up a blond boy ever in your life.

It was frustrating taking care of him, especially when he’d lash out at you for not being able to understand him. Similar to the other witches, you’d use your powers in justification, your telekinesis was second nature to you- as you easily threw him back to walls, or shut doors on him. Once, Zoe offered to keep him chained for a bit, but you declined because ‘it felt inhumane’ (ironically).

But like every other young, feeble, and naive witch in your coven, your powers would fluctuate. Anyone would go crazy if they could suddenly hear every single thought someone would think. The good, the perverse, and the twisted thoughts one could have made you feel sick. You remember walking down aisles of the grocery store with Madison, your whole world suddenly felt abnormal, forced into a ubiquitous position as the faint sounds of peoples brain-vomit spilling out of their heads and into your ears. It got so loud, you couldn’t hear her anymore. You just saw her mouth “coke-head” as she continued her shopping. She couldn’t have given any less care to your dazed and frustrated state.

You didn’t feel safe out there.

You flexed your hands and felt the wrapped cohesive bandage around the flat of your hands, and the cotton fingerless gloves shifting around your hands. You hated how gloves felt around your fingers, and decided to take the risk of accidentally brushing up upon someone and sinking in all of what they know. Divination, is the textbook term, but Fiona just called it ‘a gift and a curse.’ This was also a sudden discovery, one that you were ashamed was only found out during a frat party. Never will you ever shake a man’s hand, who knows if they’ve washed their hands after using the bathroom or not? Thank god you didn’t find out anything else, not that you’d want to afterwards.

And I could go on and on about what you’ve discovered in on your own time. Mind control (which, you’re not skilled at- at all), pyrokenisis, reality warping, the ability to fuck around with any object- it all came in at once, in such a short time. Cordelia explained that it was something that all of the other witches had, but yours were forming at a rapid pace compared to the others. Hearing those words, you then forced yourself to a demure and home-bodied state. You thought, if you stayed at home, less shit goes down. You never knew how much you enjoyed the outside until now.

You could go outside whenever, if you just faced your fears and come to the terms that shit happens. You’re a witch, of course you’re gonna have these fucked up powers that show how fucked up every is, but every time you felt the want to leave, you’d only gaslight yourself into crawling back to your room again.

And… a part of you started to actually believe you didn’t find Kyle a nuisance, because he was the only one who stayed. You could tell he wanted to learn something when he was around you, longingly staring at his iPad as AbcMouse played, asking him how to write words like ‘duck’ and ‘cat’. His hands would stay in place, sometimes twitching, as he thought to himself and hesitantly drew letters on his device. There was a man, trapped in a cold husk. Every word he’d speak to you, it stuck, because you knew he was trying.

Did you see yourself in him? No? Yes? I don’t know.

You felt the need to protect, but not a knight in shining armor I’ll-Kill-Anyone-Who-Fucks-With-You-And-Let-You-Eat-Their-Brains-Afterwards protect. The kind of protect that had you letting him sleep inside your room for the night, because you knew if you didn’t then Madison would just push herself on and sleep with him again. Being a witch has shown you the evils of this world, as if the devil let you put 3d goggles on and see every disgusting perspective of others. Remember that one quote that goes something like… “While we are humans, we are animals”?

You felt him stir around in your bed again, the fleshy tip of his nose resting on your sleeved forearm. You started to wonder when he’d move aside, considering he was plumped on a good chunk of your bed. He served no purpose on your bed either, feeling like a cold, rubbery, chunk of meat nuzzling into your warmer skin. Honestly, he was kind of a waste of air, not that you envied him for it though. It made you think, what could he end up being, other than a sex doll or a servant? Everyone thought he was dead, but certainly you can get a job with no ID, no degree, and a high temper, yes?

Okay, right now he *might* be in a tight spot, but hell- you never know. You felt him moving around again, deciding to face him as he shifted his way closer to you, smelling the fabric surrounding your arm. You couldn’t tell if he was awake or not, watching him carefully to see if he’d move again, and once again he did. His eyes fluttered open a bit, before tightly shutting them and taking a deep breath, taking a peek from his rotting eyelids to see your face looking back at his.

This was an unusual morning (or night?) routine from him, because he wasn’t supposed to wake up at this hour. Perhaps the sudden body heat he felt from you awoke him? Doesn’t matter, now he’s awake, and it’s your responsibility to keep him tight lipped and busy until the sun rises. Shit, did you even realize that he was staring at you?

“Kyle… go back to sleep.” You whispered, lightly pushing his head upwards and away from your body. His eyebrows raised up a bit, reacting to your sentence, which sounded like gibberish due to his still drowsy state. You could’ve just talked to a brick wall instead, though, because all he did was prop himself up on the bed and look around. Kyle nodded, looking away from you before moaning a “Mm.. mmn..” for you. He struggled with his words for a minute and then managed to make out a “Mmh-morning.”

You shook your head, wanting to immediately cut the shit short and to tell him to just go back to sleep. But, men (or, zombies in particular) are stubborn and once he was awake, he was gonna stay awake. You internally cursed yourself before mirroring his movements and sitting up yourself, pulling on the comforter to cover yourself as you nodded, wiping your face. “Morning, Ky.” You sighed out, nodding.

You and Kyle usually did your morning routine together, so even though you did stay up all night and you knew it was only a matter of time until you’d fall asleep, you brushed your teeth with him. I guess coffee could keep you awake until 9, right? It was fairly difficult trying to keep him quiet while you brushed his hair and made him breakfast, but the more you talked, the more he took the time to listen.

“Ky, tell me which one you want.” You asked, putting down a carton of eggs on one side of the dinner table and a box of Belgian waffle mix on the other. He took his time, you thought he was going to pick the waffles when he turned to them, but you were a little taken aback when he shook his head. Your instincts made you want to protest, but once you saw his mouth open a bit, you let him try and mumble out his words.

“M…muh…”

“Macaroni?”

He shook his head, got it.

“Mm..hhheaat.”

If Nan was awake, she’d hear you think, “Who the fuck eats steak for breakfast?” until you realized that he was probably talking about bacon.

“Mm, bacon?”

You got back a copacetic nod from him, his breathing quickening up from excitement. You weren’t just going to give him bacon, so you decided to stick with some eggs and toast to go with it too, something the both of you could eat. You fetched the bacon from the freezer and eggs, butter, and bread from the fridge. Kyle kept his eyes on you, not having anything else to distract him with currently. You stayed quiet, indulged in your task of whisking the eggs in a bowl as you heard him try and communicate with you again. You stayed patient, with the mumbling coming from his mouth, but you could tell he felt more confident in this moment.

“Drink, orange.” He asked, looking around the kitchen to see if he could spot anything else to ask for. You turned around, shaking your head at him, “Orange… what, Ky?” you questioned, wanting him to try and finish his sentence. He looked back at your frame, letting out an unsatisfied sigh. “Orange.. jjjuice?” He responded, humming questionably. You turned to him briefly, nodding and pointing at the frying pan. “When I’m done, I’ll give you it, ‘Kay?”

He groaned out, suddenly balling his fist and hitting his thigh, shaking his head. It was way too early (or too late?) for Kyle to be getting upset, as he whimpered out a “N-no! Want- mmh..” to you. “Drink! Orange..! Mm, juice!”

“Kyle, no hitting!” You hissed back at him, letting the frying pan heat up on the open fire. “You use your words, hitting isn’t good.”

You watched as his facial expression softened, following his fists as he rested them back on the table, you could’ve sworn his lips shifted into a slight pout, but he nodded to you, making you realize that he never truly learned how to apologize.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“Mmhn..?”

The first time he tried to fight with you, was unforgettable, because it was the same day you had decided to voluntarily keep yourself locked inside the academy. You were just trying to change him, and get him ready for what would become his daily walk, but once you had him stripped to just his jeans and socks, he reacted. You weren’t able to take his jeans off, the minute you were trying to get his buckle off, it’s like realization had hit him. A push and a series of blows to your arms had you covered in hurt and bruises, the room was now episode 8 of a soap opera. God knows why you let him hit you for so long, did you forget you were a witch for a minute? Whatever, Madison wasted no time on flicking him off with whatever supernatural powers she had, his back meeting a wall quick. You felt bad, he didn’t really know any better. You’d start wrestling with anyone if they tried to take your pants off.

Now that you’re thinking about it, how’d she get up those stairs so quick? Isn’t she usually downstairs smoking a cigarette? Speaking of cigarettes, fuck, the smell of this house is starting to get to you.

Ten-ish minutes had passed, and there you were, plating the meal on a large plate that you and Kyle could share. Perks of being a witch? You can just enchant your bacon to defrost in seconds. Usually, Kyle would finish all of his food, but one time he noticed that if he didn’t finish, you’d be eating his plate instead of sticking with just coffee. It’s probably the reason he eats less, honestly, and you can’t really force him to finish all of his food anymore. I guess it’s something you two have silently agreed on, like mutualism. You poured yourself some coffee from the coffee pot, and in another plastic cup you poured orange juice into, for him. It was plastic, in case if he tried to throw it at you… like he did to Zoe (and, to be honest, that shit was hilarious when he missed and hit Queenie).

You don’t talk to him in the morning, you just sit there and watch him watch some Cocomelon, but right now the both of you can’t afford to make any sort of noise. A cranky witch is equivalent to an embarrassed boy, both can end up terribly. Still, it left you bored. There was nothing to talk about, because you can’t really keep up a conversation with someone like Kyle. Your phone was left upstairs, and you didn’t want to go back in fear of Kyle crying out for you and making noise, because it was dark and the only thing giving out light was the chandelier above the both of your heads. I mean, you could teach Kyle some basic vocabulary, but is that really something he was capable of doing while he scarfed down a piece of toast? Wait, wasn’t he supposed to apologize to you earlier? Maybe you can start up something with that.

You watched him chew on a large piece of toast, sending a few blinks in his direction as he paid no mind to you. Trying to get his attention, and prevent him from choking, you pushed the orange juice closer to him. Your nonverbal communication got to him, as he glanced back up to you and then looked down and took a sip from the glass. You waited until his mouth was empty to speak.

“Kyle?”

He looked back up at you, his eyebrows raising up again. He hummed, waiting for you to say something.

“…We don’t hit things in this house, unless someone else is hitting us, right?”

He blinked, his eyes slanting a bit, was he starting to get mad again? He nodded slowly, taking another sip of his drink. “Yes.” He responded with, there was absolutely no stutter or hesitation in his voice, maybe the others had already tried to educate him on that?

“Do you know what sorry means, Kyle?”

Once again, brickwalled. Jesus, what a poker-face. Maybe this is why people want to be a mind reader, hm? You had never felt scared of him before, and still hadn’t, but this interaction definitely made you tense up a bit. He could be a hell of a guard dog. God, you’re starting to sweat, calm down. Enough thinking to yourself, get to the point, because he’s obviously not gonna give you an answer.

“You know… when you do something bad, and it hurts people? It makes you… feel bad?” You asked, inhaling. He quickly nodded, sniffing and wiping his nose with the back of his hand. You nodded with him, deciding to ease up and take a sip of your coffee. A couple seconds of silence passed, and then you spoke again. “You say sorry, when you do bad things. I want you to say sorry.”

From an outsiders point of view (specifically Fiona, you could just picture it) they’d be laughing at the awkwardness of this conversation. Kyle didn’t know what awkward was, though. He took every word you said like it was, nothing felt personal to him. It gave you comfort, he had no high ego that could make him feel bad. Sure, he’s sensitive, but he had morals and a decent level of understanding like you did. Let me ask you again, did you see yourself in him? Someone who was once normal, thinking they had known enough, now forced to start from the top and had to adapt to what they had now. Shit, is that why you had to take care of him?

Naaah, you’re just overthinking it.

“Suh… orry. Sorry.”

“Good! You said it.”

“Mmhm..! Sorry!”

The difference between you and him? He was a quick learner. You, on the other hand, didn’t want to learn. You wanted to be normal, or at least control what you had (well, actually, doesn’t he want to also?). I mean, it’s been a while since you’ve tried controlling your own powers. It felt better helping him than helping yourself, hasn’t it? I don’t blame you, teaching someone basic math is muuuuch easier than trying to figure out how to make your bed float.

Kyle went back to eating after his successful lecture from the oh-so greatest but stopped after he finished his orange juice. There was still a bit on the plate, a piece of toast and a piece of bacon to be exact, as he looked up at you and then glanced back at the plate. “D…done.” He stated, grinning softly at you. He knew you were going to take the rest and finish it, and that’s exactly what you did. You nodded back at his words as you ripped the toast in half, chewing on your piece. For a dead guy, he’s pretty considerate. Makes you wonder how he was when he was alive, to be honest.

I think… you’ve only heard mentions of Kyle on the news, only when he had died. Words like… sweet, and caring, and friendly were on his memorial outside of that frat house. Shit, what was that frat’s name again? Kappa… whatever, they’re all the same, honestly. Maybe you’ll ask Zoe when she wakes up, I mean, she did bring him here.

After finishing the scraps that Kyle had left you, it was time to go back into your room. You didn’t hold Kyle’s hands up the stairs, you let him walk first, just to see if he could control his mobility first. You felt like you were starting to sweat, anyways. He stopped walking after a couple of steps and turned around to face you, only walking up again when you silently urged him to keep going up. It seemed like he got a bit weirded out by the fact that you weren’t walking up with him, he must’ve gotten used to holding onto you. Aww.

4:38 AM.

This should be about the time Cordelia wakes up, and starts working on whatever potion she has in her laboratory. Kyle was occupied with… himself, actually. He had discarded the iPad earlier, seemingly grown bored of AbcMouse and instead laying on his side, tracing unintelligible patterns on the hard wooden floor. He must be thinking to himself, you imagined. You were sitting on your bed next to an open window, starting to feel sick from the house-air. Did someone smoke, or was everything feeling nauseous to you? Ugh, you decided to start fanning yourself with your own hand.

You glanced back at Kyle, watching as his index finger dragged along the floor, collecting dust and a smidge of dirt from the floor onto his fingertip. You look a long sigh, spacing out and no longer focused on Kyle, just whatever he was trying to accomplish with his finger. K… X… L… E. Wait, that must’ve been a Y then? He was spelling his name, simply reminding himself. It felt good knowing that whatever he was learning on that device was working, but once you took another breath, your sliver of happiness faded with the smell. God… it felt like it was getting stronger.

There’s definitely something wrong in this school.

You didn’t have to wait longer to make up your mind, you had to go outside. Shuffling around and closing the window for caution of bugs getting in while you were gone, you set your bookmark in your book and slid off the bed. You tapped Kyle with your foot, raising your eyebrows and speaking a bit more faster. Your stomach felt… uncomfortable.

“Ky, cmon. We’re gonna go for a walk.”

“Mm?”

You didn’t have time to explain to him, but a part of you knew that he understood you. He’s not that… what’s the word? You pulled up your gloves and held your shielded hand out, trying to help him up. He groggily pulled himself up, following closely behind you with his hand sliding up to connect to the crook of your clothed arm. You walked down the stairs with him, hearing a faint whisper around the school. Cordelia… was awake? But why would she be near the living room?

When you peeked your head to look in the living room, she wasn’t there.

And when you walked around with Kyle, trying to find her to see what she could be muttering about, nothing. Odd, you decided to walk around more, but the more you wandered around you only felt more sick. Your little steps became into large, rushed power-walking steps. Something was wrong, if you couldn’t tell now. You went to her office, which was usually tidy and salubrious but seemed to be that she was working on something, at least you finally found her. The smallest amount of rational thought in your mind told you to not run outside of the house, but instead find her and ask her for some Advil or Tylenol, this had to be a migraine.

“Misty Day’s reincarnation might be a good help with this… if only she wa- what was that?”

Cordelia’s voice got louder as you stumbled into her office, she immediately turned to you, puzzled by your off-colored face and the sweat rolling down your forehead. She stayed quiet, letting you speak first. It was only then, you realized something.

“Why is Kyle here?”

But Cordelia’s mouth wasn’t moving. She wasn’t even talking.

I can’t really explain how you look like… but a good word is stunned. You stood there, looking around the area a bit as you fanned yourself with your free hand. Kyle was still behind you, his hand feeling up on the black woolen arm warmer you had on.

“Cordelia… ohmyfuckinggod..”

“Yes, dear?”

“Why is she awake? Go to bed. Why is Kyle here? Will nobody that boy alone, for fucks sake?”

You scoffed, a tad offended by her unspoken words. You wiped your forehead, shaking your head. “Something’s happening… Cordelia. Fuck, you’re so loud.” You breathily announced, letting go of Kyle and wiping your eyes. Your stomach started to hurt more, Jesus- you felt like you were about to throw up.

“I’m sorry?”

You walked over to her, discarding Kyle and his starstruck face as he looked around at the pretty colors and herbs around Cordelia’s little coven. For him, this was definitely a sight to see, getting a good look instead of crying over his new body parted tattoos, curtsey of his deceased friends. You stood in front of her, a hand placed on your stomach as you spoke, the acrimony rushing through your veins.

“The- the mind reading stuff. I can hear you… oh mygod- How do I make it stop? Fuck- my stomach hurts so much, ohmygod..”

And as her hand came to your clothed shoulder, she looked at you in the eyes with a concerned stare. “You’re hearing things again? Come here, sit down.”

She took you by the shoulder, walking you to a small wooden stool from the side of the room. Kyle, distracted by the sudden movement of you two, followed you closely once again.

“Cmhere, let me check your temperature.”

She took her hand up, and as her hand came up to your forehead, you felt your world burning around you and coming to a close. The heat was too much for you, and once her hand made contact with your bare skin, it went dark.

Well… not exactly dark.

5:12 AM.

Fuuuuuuck.

You must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the… couch?

Too early for jokes? Okay, sorry.

Your forehead felt completely cold, your drowsy eyes registering that you were staring up at the ceiling. Ugh, how long has it been? You brung your fingertips carefully up to your head, feeling on the rough ice pack on your forehead. When you pulled it off and placed it on the floor, you came to realize it was just frozen peas. Classic, actually- super fucking funny. You half-laughed, a closed mouthed smile forming on your face. Right… Cordelia must’ve put that on you. Where was she?

A sudden realization came to you, Cordelia touched your forehead. Shit, you’re supposed to know something, right? That mind reading thing that you have… what can you remember?

“…Cordeliaaa?” You called out, wondering where she was. Suddenly, a little- well, more like big- blonde guy popped up from behind the couch, squeaking a bit from your voice. You turned around, looking behind the couch and feeling surprised once you realized that Kyle was just behind the couch. He was sitting up now, with a cup of… sweet tea? He turned to you, his nose crinkling with his grin as the male cheered your name out, a sugary tone to his voice. He wiped his eye with the side of his hand, making it evident that he had been asleep also. He picked up the sweet tea from the ground, standing up and looking down at you, handing you the cup. The ice cubes in the drink had shrunken, almost barely noticeable.

“Hi, drink!” He chirped, watching you take the drink and take a sip out of it. Damn, not bad. You silently thanked him, the ineffable act of him waiting for you left you a little too speechless for your liking. You cleared your throat, speaking up. “Thanks, Ky’” You murmured, unable to hide the corners of your mouth turning upwards. “Your welh-welcome.” He replied, nodding. You placed the sweet tea on the table, exhaling out of your nose. He walked over to your side, away from the back of the couch, trying to help you up. You put your hands on his shoulders, shaking your head. “No… nah- I’m good. I’m gonna… sit down still.”

You heard Kyle think “Why?” as he stared at you for a bit, but he nodded and left you alone. He lowered himself to the ground, flinching once he had accidentally made contact with the peas. “Cordelia?” You called out again, turning away to the sound of her footsteps walking up to you. Her eyebrows were raised, and her arms were up in an… almost defensive state? She crossed her arms, calming down and lightly rubbing her right bicep with her left thumb. She spoke your name in a effervescent way, relieved to see you awake.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, referring to her anxious thought. You could tell she was trying to not think as much, whispering to herself before shaking her head. “Nothing… um- actually, I need to know, what did you… see?” She prevaricated, running her fingers through her hair. You looked down, thinking to yourself a bit and then back at her. Suddenly, your eyebrows knitted into realization, looking back up at her.

“Did you… toss the coffees I made for you?”

Cordelia stood there, also looking dumbfounded by your conclusion. She smiled, nodding. There was no point in lying anymore, I mean- you already knew. She sighed in relief, chuckling.

“Okay… yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“Dude- I thought you liked my coffee.”

She ignored your words, walking over to you and putting a hand on the inside arm of the couch. “I’m glad you’re okay. I did some… tests- and, um, I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine for now.” She expressed, feeling a little more confident as she spoke. “Just… don’t stay cooped up in this house. I know your powers are getting stronger, but you’re probably dealing with some major stress.” All you could do was nod, biting the inside of your cheek. She nodded back at you, pulling her hand away from the coffee and walking backwards for a bit, turning away.

“Delia.”

She turned back, raising her eyebrows. “Pleaaaase don’t ask me.“ She mentally spoke to herself, leaving you to close your eyes for a brief moment, but you brushed her thought aside.

“Uh… why… don’t you like my coffee?”

“I’m a tea person.”

“Oh… crap.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” She spoke, walking out of the room. You sighed, your attention going back to Kyle, who was once again tracing patterns on the floor. He glanced up at you, pausing his actions and deciding to rest his cheek on the couch. He blinked at you a bit, expecting you to say something. You placed a hand on his scalp, moving around his bed (well, floor) hair to make it look more neater.

“So nice…” His blissful expression matched his imagination, shuffling closer to let you touch his hair. Your fingers stayed still while in his blonde locks, sighing. You definitely didn’t expect him to think that, but you definitely weren’t opposed to it. You carried on, carefully grooming him some more. Your brain went blank, not really worried on what was going to happen next or what you had to do later today. Just you, fixing a zombie’s hair, while the sun was getting ready to rise up and shine on you. Just complete nirvana. You pulled your hand back, wondering if there was anything else to smooth out or tuck away. Kyle looked up at you, probably expecting the same thing.

“So pretty.”

Oh.

You couldn’t help but smile, keeping your eyes on him as his soulless eyes crinkled with his crooked smile. You blinked, and then cheerfully sighed.

“Thanks.”

Kyle nodded, grabbing your hand and then putting it back on his head. Wait… he grabbed your hand? Damn, you couldn’t see anything about him, guess it must’ve went away…

Or, maybe, he just didn’t hide anything from you?

You’ll just have to poke Cordelia again to see why.

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