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this may be too niche but i find it so AMUSING that there' two curly, blonde, autistic, lesbian characters, with a sad past, who doesn't fit in and have killed at least one person named misty. and the fact they're both so kind and misunderstood... also the way they both have a "queen" and are so hopelessly devoted to them.
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All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬
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girls get to a certain age realize that they are violet harmon 🍂☠️🖋️
She is my favorite
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are there any people like ages 16-17 who are wanting to practice witchcraft? cause i’m just getting started and i really want to start a sort of coven <3
Here is the fourth Image for my American Horror Story - Coven photoshoot! I have had some much fun putting these together and I hope you guys like this one as much as I do! If you care to see more then please follow me, and if you wouldn't mind reblogging this so that more people are able to see it. Tomorrow In honor of the new season I will be posting my favorite picture that I have been working on for the past week, If you want to stay in the loop then please follow me! I promise it will be worth it! Thanks to everyone for checking this out!
Seven Wonders (Henry Creel x Reader)
(Summary: In where you have more powers than anyone else in the lab, and Brenner puts you to the ultimate test, while also being in a secret relationship with Henry/001..)
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Word Count: 1.6k
(A/n: A lot of you said yes then excepted to my poll so you wish is my command! And yes this is based off of Seven wonders in coven😂)
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Brenner couldn't understand it. He had tried everything! Everything to contain your powers the chip that he had given Henry, multiple chips, he even tried to make you brain dead, NONE OF IT WORKED! That was until one of his coworkers came up to him with a possible solution.
"Come in!" Brenner shouted hearing a knock on his office door.
"Sir, I may know how to help with 000." Calvin one of his orderlies said as he stepped inside. Brenner sat back in his chair looking at him.
"Go on.."
"Well, the other workers and I have been doing a lot of research as well as thinking. Sir, Her Powers go all the way back to the Salem Witch Trials.."
"They say that in each Coven there is a particular witch with these powers.. they are called the Supreme Witch, the way to find out is running this test called the Seven Wonders." Calvin said while sliding papers to Brenner.
At first, Dr. Brenner thought it was a joke, but the more he thought about it the more it made sense so he did his own research and decide, that September. 30 which was tomorrow you and only you. Would be doing the Seven Wonders.
"Alright, Y/n the first thing you are going to do is... Telekinesis.." Brenner said, as he put a candle stick on the table across the room from you. "I want you to move this candle stick to you."
You nodded and with ease, taking Barley any energy from you the candle stick swiftly lifted off the table and into your hands. Some people in the room were shocked on how easy it was for you seeing no energy be taken away.
"Okay, next.. Concilium,.. also referred to as mind control or coercion. I want you to make Dean do something.."
Once again with ease you made Dean slap himself hard. You never really liked him, he was always a complete and udder ass to you. Some people laughed before composing themselves quick and writing down your progress. You decided to make it more fun and make Connor slap Dean, then to make them start fighting.. Brenner glared at you, while Henry/Peter watched intrigued as well as fascinated.. you had spooked his interest even more than before.
"That's enough y/n!" Brenner spoke. You heard Dean make a comment and decided to make him slap himself one last time.
"Hm.. this is fun.." you breathed out a laugh.
"Next, is something not a lot of you have seen before.. Transmutation.. also known as Teleportation." They all looked at Brenner some scoffed not believing it.
"Y/n you will teleport to my office and get me your file." Brenner finished, and without a blink, you turned around and disappeared, lights flickering.
They were shocked, as they saw on the tracker you were in fact in Brenner's office only for a second later you were back in the blink of an eye and dropped the files at Brenner's feet with a thud. Brenner looked down in shock, not excepting that. Just like everyone else, while Henry/Peter looked more intrigued and amused.
"Right... g-Good job.. now next is.. Divination is the power to acquire knowledge about an object, person, or location without the user's physical senses. Y/n I want you to use these three items that are laid out on the table. And find who they belong too."
You nodded, while going over to the table and hovering your hands over the objects. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes locating through them to see who they belong too.
"The items belong to the nurse Lydia." You told them as you opened your eyes and moved away your hands.
"That's correct, excellent y/n." Brenner said, while him and some other orderlies set up the next test/experiment.
"This one also another that no one in here has seen.. not even myself.. Pyrokinesis the power to create, control, and manipulate fire with the mind.. what I want you to do Y/n is to light all these candles all at once.." Brenner said.
Some of the orderlies strayed back getting ready to bolt just in case. You took a deep breath feeling yourself get a bit more exhausted and flexed your hands while lighting all the candles at once not missing one. The orderlies relaxed thankful that nothing had gone wrong.. the only ones who knew you could do it was Lucas and Henry/Peter.
Brenner. He was starting to get nervous. You were almost completely done with the Seven Wonders, he was amazed and proud. Yes, but he didn't know what would happen or what that ment and he didn't like that.. he didn't like how he couldn't control you like he could with Henry and you doing this test. Is going to determine whether or not you are what they call a supreme..
"Right... next is.. Vitalum Vitalis... It includes balancing the scales between life and death. Witches can drain their life force in order to restore health, heal injuries, or even resurrect a dead person.." Brenner said.
"Y/n, you will need to bring back 005. He had an accident and didn't make it.. I want you to resurrect him.."Brenner said, as two orderlies brought in 005s corpse.
You were in shock not sure if you could do it.. I mean yeah sure you brought back insects and animals... but never a person. Henry/Peter gave a concerned look towards you knowing that this would drain or could possibly kill you. You caught a glimpse of it and mouthed 'I'll be okay. I promise..' he did not by it. You took a deep shaky breath before walking towards the table.
Closing your eyes putting your hands up so that they were hovering over the body. Before, inhaling deeply leaning towards the corpse and exhaling all of your breath. You could feel this take a good amount of your energy. Then taking a step back, tiredly as Henry grabbed you so you wouldn't fall. Then, 005 shot up gasping for air and breathing heavily. Everyone stared at in amazement you had actually done it.. you brought him back.
"Dean. Lucas. Take 005 to the infirmary make sure he's okay." Brenner ordered. They got to work helping 005 up and taking him to the infirmary.
"We will give you a break... before we do the final.. part of the test.." with that everyone left except Henry.
"How do you feel?" Henry asked, while giving you some water.
"Tired. Just can't wait to be done with this.. I don't even know what will exactly happen after this.." you spoke after taking a few big sips of the water.
"..I don't think Brenner knows either.. that's why he's scared.. he can't control you.." Henry said almost a bit jealous but worried.
"Just promise me not to over do it.. and come back to me.." "I promise.. I won't over do it.. and I will come back to you.." You promised as he pulled you closer giving you a quick kiss before moving away when the others come back in.
That's how your relationship worked, the little moments like that.. or the big moments.. but they rarely happened. You could never read him.. but you could tell he worried and cared about you.. or... at least you hoped he did..
"Now, y/n this part of the test is the most dangerous ones you will need to use a lot of your energy for this.. the next part of the test is... Descensum.. the power to project one's soul to the afterlife and the use of astral projection.. you will need to lay down for this last part and say Descensum when you are ready.." Brenner explained.
You took a deep breath and nodded as Henry and Lenny helped you lay down. Taking another long deep breath before saying "Descensum..." with that you were gone and into the project.
When you opened your eyes, all you saw was red it looked like the real world but back wards with red vines everywhere... and creatures with a face of a flower.. then you got a glimpse of another creature it was tall looked like it used to be... human...
"She's been under for awhile.."
"What happens if she doesn't come back?"
We're all the orderlies we're talking about.. Henry knew you could make it back and tried his damnest not to listen to them. He was lured out of his thoughts when the lights started to flicker a lot, he saw you moving the suddenly you raised up gasping for air when everything just stopped.
Henry/Peter sighed in relief, knowing he was right that you were okay. He was still worried about Brenner's plan for you and knew that he had to start his plan to escape with you soon..
Once again everyone was shocked, especially Brenner. You had just completed the Seven Wonders the one thing that was almost deemed impossible to survive through.. but here you are still alive. It was true you are the Supreme Witch. Yes, Brenner was hoping that this test would kill you so he wouldn't have to worry about you anymore.. but that didn't work..
Before, you could catch your breath or relise your surroundings again Brenner had a few guards take you away forcefully. Only seeing Henry's face for a split second before passing out.
“I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.“ ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
One Way Ticket
Tate Langdon x Reader | Angst |
Summary: Seven months worth of empty promises. Seven months of waiting for things to change yet somehow they always stay the same. Trying to change the outcome of an already released film, is just as pointless as trying to leave the Murder House.
Word Count: 865
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Ten months ago, YN moved in into the famous house of horrors in Los Angeles, California.
Nine months ago, a strange yet compelling boy next door introduced himself to her as Tate Langdon, one of her neighbors from down the street.
Eight months ago, the pair shared their very first kiss.
Seven months ago, Tate had asked YN to be his girlfriend, to which she of course agreed.
At first everything was absolutely perfect, Tate would come over every day and since YN has been busy with finishing her last year of high school online, it was the ideal plan. She wouldn’t have to leave her house and could focus on her studies, and Tate could enjoy his “nature walks”, as he called them.
The two teens enjoyed spending time together and could confide in one another about different troubles.
However as summer approached, the honeymoon phase of their relationship seemed to end. They started getting into more and more fights, which would almost always end up in Tate begging for forgiveness.
At first the fights were about small things that piled up, but as time passed their problems only grew.
After finishing school, YN wanted to get out of the house more, maybe even book a trip for the summer. Tate however wanted nothing to do with those plans. He was set on sticking to their regular routine and would always insist on putting off her plans for different times.
One day after suggesting yet another fun summer activity and getting turned down yet again, the poor girl has had enough.
“Alright you know what.” Tate gave her a look but continued looking through her cd collection.
“Why do you always insist on always staying at my house? I there like a warrant for your arrest that I don’t know about?” She scoffed.
Tate simply mumbled something about privacy turned to look out the window. He knew he couldn’t tell her, she would think he was absolutely crazy and would kick him out. He was genuinely surprised that none of the other spirits showed themselves to her yet.
After deciding that silence wasn’t a good enough response, YN let out a sigh and moved towards the door.
“You need to go. Now.” At that Tate turned back to her, his eyes widened at her words. For six months of their relationship they hadn’t fought once. However after summer started they seemed to fight quite often.
“Wha-what? Please YN don’t.” He pleaded.
“No Tate, I’ve had enough. You’re always so secretive, you never wanna do anything outside my house. Speaking of, i’ve never even been to yours!” She exclaimed as her cheeks began to heat up from anger.
“I’ve tried to be understanding, I really did. But I can’t keep doing this anymore. Leave and don’t come back Tate.”
He couldn’t help but just stand there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Tate knew he couldn’t just walk out because she would watch him leave. She would see how as soon as his foot steps over the property line he disappears.
“Fine since you wanna be difficult, i’ll leave. But you better be gone by the time I come back.” She stated as her pointed finger poked his chest.
Quickly YN grabbed her purse and phone making her way into the hallway. She carefully went down the stairs and reached for the door handle.
As the front door opened she felt a punch to the gut and let out a yelp as she fell to the floor. At first she thought she was getting robbed, but the attacker seemed to only be interested in her.
She received a few more punches to her abdomen, then a women’s face came into view. She had a blonde updo and strangely familiar facial features.
“Stay still dear, shouldn’t be long now.” The woman whispered as she gently whipped the tears off of YN’s face.
Before YN could comprehend what had happened the woman left. That’s when the girl moved her hands towards her stomach. As her fingers touched the fabric of her shirt, she realized it was soaked with unknown liquid.
At first she thought that maybe she had spilled something. However, as YN raised her hand to inspect the unfamiliar liquid, she quickly realized it was none other than blood.
Panic started to overtake YN as she figured out she was stabbed by the blonde. Her eyes darted across the foyer in an attempt to find her phone and call for help.
As she lay on the floor, unable to get up or even move, a few stray tears escaped her eyes.
She had only recently graduated, her life was only beginning. She should have gotten to live it to the fullest and enjoy all the joys of it. Instead she was robbed of that. YN would never graduate college, travel the world, or marry the love of her life.
While her mind was racing with thousands of thoughts, her eyelids slowly became heavier. Her breath became labored and her whole body continued to shiver.
After a few more minutes of agony, YN became yet another victim of the Murder House.
Another soul added to the collection.
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Ps: Hi guys! I know i’ve kinda disappeared for a while but im back. I would really like to start writing more so here I am. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3
Kisses and hugs, Anna
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Sunshine Boy 1 , 2 | Kyle Spencer |
synopsis: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.
Born In Flames | Tate Langdon |
synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..
Study Buddy | Tate Langdon |
synopsis: You have been feeling quite unmotivated recently so Tate shows his support by helping you out.
One Way Ticket | Tate Langdon |
synopsis: Seven months worth of empty promises. Seven months of waiting for things to change yet somehow they always stay the same. Trying to change the outcome of an already released film, is just as pointless as trying to leave the Murder House.
request for any of the evans helping/making us studying? i need some heavy motivation to finish all my work :[ (also i hope you've been well <3)
Hi loves! I’m glad to say that I am definitely doing much better now. I’m going to try to write more now that winter break is coming up. I just wanted to say thank you for checking up on me, it honestly made me feel so loved and appreciated! I do have one more request after this with the one and only Kit Walker so stay tuned!
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Study Buddy
Tate Langdon x Reader
Word count: 577
Summary: You have been feeling quite unmotivated recently so Tate shows his support by helping you out.
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To say that time was flying by would be an understatement. It felt as if just yesterday I was relaxing by the pool while the sun graced my face with gentle touches. However, the calming effects of summer have long been forgotten since school was back in session.
The past few weeks have been tiring but what got to me the most was the endless pile of unfinished papers on my desk.
After a while of debating, I decided that the work could wait until I got my morning coffee. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen as the cold morning air nipped at my nose.
As I was finishing pouring my coffee I felt two arms lazily wrap around my waist.
"Well hello to you too." I giggled as Tate tried to reach over and steal my cup.
"Good morning dove." Tate whispered as he kissed my cheek and went over to the kitchen table.
I slowly walked over and sat across from him while placing two cups of coffee on the table. It was eerily quiet in the infamous Murder House which only worsened the anxious feeling in my stomach.
"Hey is everything okay? You seem kind of distracted.." The blonde boy across from me asked as he reached across the table to get a hold of my hand.
"Yeah, I guess I just have some schoolwork to catch up on but I just can't bring myself to do it." I shrugged.
"Well how about we grab our coffee and head upstairs to do it together?" He suggested as he slowly started getting up from his seat.
The thought of Tate trying to help me sort out my papers even though he hated everything to do with school made me smile. After nodding my head a few times I also got up from my chair and followed him upstairs.
Having Tate around always brought up my mood immensely. So when he mentioned helping me with my school work, all of a sudden finishing all my papers didn't feel like such an impossible task.
"Alright so are these the papers you were talking about?" Tate questioned as he grabbed a stack of papers from my desk.
"Yeah.. I know it's a lot." I replied while looking down at the coffee cup in my hands.
"A lot? Are you kidding we could totally knock this off in a few hours. Come on you can start on the science one and I'll do the history one, does that sound good?" The curly-haired boy asked me as he handed me a pencil and some paper.
A small smile graced his lips as he watched me start to scribble some ideas on the piece of paper. After a few minutes of him quietly observing me, he decided to put the knowledge Nora taught him to good use.
Finally, after about two hours' worth of hard work from both of us, we were down to only one paper remaining.
"See that wasn't so bad was it?" Tate said as he sat next to me on the bed and wrapped one arm over my shoulder.
I looked up at him and smiled while thinking how did I get so lucky to have him in my life. He was always there for me and he would always be.
"Piece of cake." I responded while wrapping my arms around his torso and nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck.
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Ps: Im going to continue to work on Sunshine Boy Chapter 3 as well as catching up on requests. In the meantime if you guys have any questions or requests for future stories definitely send me a message to my inbox! I will also be making a Master-list as well as a Tag-list post where you can let me know if you want to be added or removed:)
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Sunshine Boy Chapter 2
Franken Kyle Spencer X Reader
Word count: 1,241
Summery: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.
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St..uu..upid” He mumbles as he points his pointer finger at his chest.
“I know you’re not Kyle. You’re not stupid, okay?” I say while giving him a small smile.
Immediately I am engulfed in a tight hug. His arms wrap around me and his head goes to rest on my shoulder. After a few seconds, my hands start to stroke his hair in a soothing matter.
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Before I arrived at Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, I thought that I was destined to be alone. A certain blonde proved otherwise, he showed me kindness that no one ever has.
Even though he had difficulty talking, somehow I always knew exactly what he wanted to say.
At one point I even thought I was a clairvoyant, but after a few other tests it turned out to not be the case.
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“An Ouija board huh?” I say while leaning on the wall next to the closet.
“Madison wants us to find her and we can't afford to lose a single witch if we want to survive.” Replies Zoe as she pours a drink into multiple shot glasses.
After Queenie’s terrifying story about her grandma and a spirit board, I was even less excited about the whole plan.
“There are four of us, and if we want to find Madison we need to witch up.” Says Zoe as she places the now empty shot glass on the board.
After a while of trying, and later contacting the Axeman, we finally managed to reach Madison. All four of us went up to the attic as the spirit board instructed.
It was a horrifying sight, Madison lying there with her arm severed in half. It looked like her body already started to decompose. Yet despite all of the horrific things that happened to her, she still looked peaceful.
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Ever since Madison’s return, the academy felt more like a war zone than a school. Fiona was going after possible supremes and rekindling old feuds with neighboring covens.
Despite everything that was going on, I could still seek comfort in my two closest friends at the academy. Due to the fact that I was getting closer to Kyle, it also meant that I was getting closer to Zoe.
Since the day I met her I knew that she was going to be a big part of my life.
“Hey YN, can you help me gather some herbs in the garden?” Asks Zoe, interrupting my thoughts.
“Yeah of course, I’ll grab the baskets.” I reply while getting up and going towards the kitchen.
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After spending about a half an hour out in Cordelia’s garden, Zoe and I head back inside.
“So Kyle seems to like you quite a lot..” Says Zoe as she empties the contents of her basket onto the table.
“Yeah I like him too, he’s a really good friend.” I reply while doing the same.
“Mhm.. he’s definitely the light this place needed.” She responds while looking at the dark hallway outside the kitchen.
Following our little chat in the academy’s kitchen, I went upstairs to clean up. Before getting in the shower I decided to pay Kyle a visit in his room.
After knocking a few times and getting no answer I figured that it was okay for me to come in. As I went through the door and into his bedroom, I saw him sleeping peacefully on his bed.
His body was fully under the covers except for one arm which was tangling off the bed and he had a light smile resting on his lips.
He looked almost angelic under the golden light of the sunset.
I was about to leave the room when I heard a quiet whisper of my name. I turned around and saw Kyle sitting up on the bed, he was smiling like a kid on christmas morning.
“Hey Ky, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” I say as I walk up to him.
In response he just shook his head which made his blonde curls fall onto his face.
Instinctively I brought my hand up to his face to try and fix his hair. Immediately after my fingers connected with his golden curls, I noticed that Kyle closed his eyes and his dimples were now visible.
As I continued to play with his hair I realized that he started to lean on my shoulder. After a few minutes I removed my fingers from his hair and tried to get him back into bed.
“H..ha…p..py.” Stuttered Kyle as I pulled the blanket over his body.
“I’m happy too Ky.” I responded while giving him a small smile.
For the first time in a long time I could say that I was truly happy. Sure the coven played a big part in that happiness, but the main reason was Kyle.
“Okay I’m gonna go make you some dinner, in the meantime try and get more sleep.” I said as I finished tucking him in.
“N..no..sta..y.” Kyle hesitated for just a moment before taking my hand into his own.
At that I gave him a small nod and decided to lay down on the bed. After making sure that it was okay with Kyle, I got under the warm blanket.
After getting situated I noticed that Kyle was already drifting off to sleep. I moved a bit closer so that way I could be the big spoon and he the little.
Turns out that Kyle was a big fan of that idea. A few moments after my arm wrapped around him, he began to let out soft snores. His hand also went up to hold mine, as if to make sure that I wouldn’t get up and leave.
If there was one thing I knew for sure is that I would never leave Kyle Spencer.
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The following morning I was woken up by the sun which was seeping through the curtains. I turned to face Kyle and noticed that he wasn’t sleeping. His eyes were focused on my face, when he realized that I caught him staring he just gave me a goofy smile.
“G..g..ood..m…mm..moor-“ I smile as Kyle attempts to communicate his thoughts.
After a few seconds he lets out an irritated huff and burries his face in the pillow.
“Hey hey it’s alright. Good morning to you too Ky.” I comfort him as he continues to wallow.
I gently place my hand on his shoulder and tell him that I was going to go get us some breakfast. Once again he protests, but I still exist the bedroom telling him that I would be right back.
As I walked into the kitchen I noticed Zoe standing over by the fridge.
“Hey Zoe!” I greet her while grabbing two bowls out of the cabinet.
“Oh my god YN where have you been? I thought something happened .” Says Zoe as her face pales ans her arms go up to her heart.
“I was with Kyle, sorry didn’t mean to give you a scare.” At that she seems to slightly calm down, however her face remains a few shades lighter.
“With Kyle? Wha.. what do you mean?” She questions as she closes the fridge.
After a quick retelling of yesterday’s events, Zoe’s face regains its color. I knew she felt protective over Kyle ever since his death. What I didn’t know was the reason why..
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PS: Im currently working on a Kyle Spencer one-shot which should be posted soon. I also started working on the 3rd chapter of “Sunshine Boy” and let me tell y’all.. I already cried twice. The next chapter is no joke but Im so excited for you guys to read it! I will also be making a tag-list so let me know if you would like to be added! As always my requests are open so feel free to send them my way!:)
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Born in Flames |
Tate Langdon x Reader
Word Count: 1,012
synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..
We are born alone and we die alone, but what happens after?
The raindrops were flowing down the car window as houses passed me by in a frenzy of color. My parent’s car pulls at a stop next to the shiny black gates of the famous “Murder House.” The new residence of the Harmon family, the perfect home to start over.
“Alright girls, why don’t you head inside and pick out your bedrooms.” Says Vivian as she starts to gather her belongings.
The wooden floors creaked as Violet and I stepped through the threshold of the mansion. Walking up the grand staircase was like descending into the unknown yet familiar abyss. The smell of vinegar was overpowering to say the least, in an attempt to get away from it I stepped into the first room I could find.
It was a bedroom with cerulean colored walls, two windows next to each other and arcs decorating the ceiling. The room reminded me of my childhood, before my parent’s murder that is.
In 1994 both of my parents got invited to speak at a local high school. I was two years old when I received the news of my parents death. Turns out the day that they were visiting the school, some kid decided to play god. He shot and killed fifteen people that day, two of them being my parents.
Since Vivan knew my parents, she offered to adopt me. After a long plane ride from California to Massachusetts I finally met my step sister, Violet. During our childhood Vi and I got along quite well, but as high school came around we drifted apart.
Now because of Ben I was standing in a house a few blocks away from my family home. Finding out that you are moving to Los Angeles sounds like a dream right? Wrong, it felt more like a waking nightmare, but both Ben and Vivian were sure that this was the place to be.
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“So, is this the room that you picked?” Questions Violet as she enters the azule bedroom.
“Um yeah I guess so.. it has a nice atmosphere.” I answer while giving the room one last look.
After our short exchange both Violet and I head back downstairs to help our parents with the boxes. The movers arrived shortly after to move in our furniture and the heavier items. Overall the day seemed to be going quite well, peaceful even. That is until one of our neighbors decided to pay us an unexpected visit.
Turns out that said neighbour was a middle aged woman who lived in the house next to ours. She spent most of her visit talking to Vivian, but of course after a while she came around to greet the entire family. After a quick “hello” in Ben’s direction and a brisk conversation with Violet, it was my turn to meet the blonde woman.
“Saving the best for last I see… you must be YN. I’m Constance, I live next door.” Said the blonde as she made her way to where I was standing.
“Yes ma’am that’s me, it’s lovely to meet you.” I tried my best to sound as genuine as possible, but it was hard to deny that Constance gave me the creeps. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… and so well mannered.” Said Constance as she studied me for a few more moments before moving on. By the time she said her goodbyes to Ben and Vivian, I was already heading up the grand staircase.
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After a few more hours of unpacking, it was time to head off to bed. I grabbed my pajamas along with some hygiene products and headed off to the bathroom.
The cold water felt so refreshing against my flushed face, the LA heat was definitely no joke. As I continued splashing my face with the cooling liquid, I swear I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my bare legs.
Not bothering to wipe my face with the towel, I moved closer to the air conditioning duct. No matter how close my hand was to the vent, I couldn’t feel any of the frigid air from before. After a while I decided to forget about the incident and try to get some sleep.
My first night in the famous “Murder House” went by quickly and rather peacefully. For the first time in months I could truly say that I got a good night's rest. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have any nightmares, it felt as if someone scared them away.
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The following morning went by in a blurry haze, and before I knew it the time on the clock read four pm. I decided to head downstairs and make myself some chamomile tea. As I was waiting for the tea kettle I heard a light knock on the front door. When I opened it I was expecting to see Constance or maybe the mailman, however both of those guesses were wrong.
It was a boy around my age, if not a bit older, he had blonde curly hair and wore a 90’s style outfit.
“Hello, I’m Tate. I uh live next door.”
“I’m YN, come on in.” I responded as I moved out of the way so that he could get in the house.
“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tate commented on the decorations and furniture we put up the day prior.
“Oh um thanks, not to be rude but did you need something?” I questioned as the blonde looked at the picture frames hanging on the walls.
“Yeah actually here to see Ben Harmon.”
“You’re a patient of his?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.
Before Tate could answer, Ben came out of his office and introduced himself to the blonde. After a few minutes of small talk, Ben guided Tate towards the office and just like that both of them disappeared behind the closed doors.
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Sunshine Boy Chapter 1
Franken Kyle Spencer X Reader
Word count: 806
Summery: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.
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When we are young we are told stories of magical castles, brave knights, and evil witches.
As I step through the doors of Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, I can feel the sweat starting to build on the palms of my hands. After the meeting with the headmistress, I have some time to explore my new home.
The portraits of previous supremes stand out on the snow-colored walls.
They look so poised and solemn, not a single smile in sight, how peculiar.
“Hey, you’re the new girl right?”Asks the brunette-haired girl.
I’m the new girl at a school for witches..right.
“Yeah actually, I just got here a few hours ago” I answer hoping to sound as nice as possible.
“Alright then follow me, you will be bunking with me and Madison.” She says as starts to walk up the curved stairs.
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By sunset, I knew all of the necessary schedules, routines, and even picked up on some gossip.
After asking the girl from earlier, whose name turned out to be Zoe, for directions to the bathroom. I grabbed my things and headed toward what I thought was the correct room.
Upon entering the thought-to-be bathroom I quickly realized that it was a bedroom.
I'm instantly met with a pair of brown eyes that carry a confused expression. To my surprise, they belong to a boy with sun-colored hair.
Isn’t this supposed to be an academy for “exceptional young ladies”?
“I'm sorry I didn’t mean to barge in, I was looking for the bathroom.” I explain while looking at him. Instead of replying he simply gets up and cautiously walks over to where I’m standing.
As he stands in front of me with confusion written all over his face, I see someone walking toward the room.
“Oh hi YN, I thought you were going to the bathroom?” Says Zoe as she walks through the doorway.
“Yeah I was trying to find it, but ended up here.. who’s this by the way” I eye the blonde boy in-font of me.
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After Zoe’s quick explanation, I turn back to who now is known to be Kyle.
“Well Kyle my name is YN, I’m new, sorry again for barg-“ Before I could finish my sentence Kyle raises one of his hands and gently places it on the side of my cheek. Zoe quickly moves his hand away while telling him that he shouldn’t do that.
That was an oddly comforting way to say “hello.”
“Um well I guess I’ll just go now, sorry again” I quickly add as I walk out into the hallway.
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The following morning instead of waking up to see my new roommates, I woke up to see a note placed on my bedside table.
“Cordelia needed us to get some supplies so we are going to be out for a bit. Would you mind bringing some breakfast over to Kyles's room? Sorry for being a bother, Zoe. Ps: There are pancakes on the counter:)”
After reading the note I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to get some food for myself and Kyle.
“Kyle? Its YN. Is it okay if I come in? I brought some food.” I say as I slightly open the door. As soon as I come into the bedroom I immediately spot Kyle sitting on the floor with some sort of cards all around him.
“F..ood?” He questions as I sit down setting the breakfast tray in front of him.
“Yeah food, there are chocolate chip pancakes today!” I reply while taking a pancake from the stack.
His eyes immediately light up as he reaches for the plate. His face scrunches up in concentration as he pours the syrup on his pancake.
Something about his golden locks falling onto his face makes me want to just reach up and brush them away.
“So Kyle.. how long have you been here?” I ask while taking a sip of my coffee.
He looks at me and starts to try to communicate his thoughts. After a few seconds, he lets out an irritated puff and buries his face in his hands.
“Hey it's okay-“ I try to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder “- take your time.”
At that, he raises his head and lets out a small whine. He looks so exhausted, his eyes have a tear-like sheen and his lips are formed into a frown.
“St..uu..upid” He mumbles as he points his pointer finger at his chest.
“I know you’re not Kyle. You’re not stupid, okay?” I say while giving him a small smile.
Immediately I am engulfed in a tight hug. His arms wrap around me and his head goes to rest on my shoulder. After a few seconds, my hands start to stroke his hair in a soothing matter.
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Ima tell my kids this was the last supper.
OCTOBER IS HEREEEEE TIME FOR ME TO EXPERIENCE SOMETHING TRAUMATIC, ROMANTICIZE IT, AND WIND UP IN A MONTH LONG DEPRESSION RIGHT IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS SEASONN YASSSSSSS🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃
Finger Painting
Summary: you and Kyle spend the day finger painting
Warnings: None, this is pure fluff
Word Count: 2133
Paring: Franken Kyle x GN reader
Kyle was looking curiously over the various things at the table. You had told him to sit still and wait for you to finish setting everything up, and so far he was doing pretty good. He was just sitting at the table quietly, his hands gripping the sides of the chair to keep himself from grabbing at the items on the table.
You had thought it would be fun to introduce painting to Kyle. He was always watching you when you painted, sitting at your feet, his arms wrapped around your legs. His curious eyes taking it all in as you mixed the colors and turned nothing into a beautiful piece of art. You figured he wanted to try it but he wasn’t sure how to tell you. Because some of your paintings would go missing and you’d find them stashed away in his room, covered in messy strokes and muddied colors. You never got mad, you just put them back where you found them figuring he had hid them because he was scared you’d be mad at him for messing them up.
You finished filling up the cups of water and pouring the paint onto little palettes for the both of you. And since it was Kyle you had placed newspapers down on the table not wanting the paint to get everywhere. He watched your every movement, waiting for you to say it was okay for him to touch everything.
You smiled at him, he gave you a lopsided smile in return. “Stand up for me sweetie.” He did as you asked, stumbling to his feet as he roughly pushed in his chair, doing his best to imitate what you had taught him. You placed the apron over his head and as you did you pressed a light kiss to his forehead making him smile. “Turn around.” He spun in a quick circle, almost falling over. But you steadied him and tied the apron behind his back with a little bow. “There you go.” You smiled. “You look very handsome in your apron.”
He blushed at your words, fumbling with the fabric as he looked down at his shoes. “Handsome.” He repeated, liking how it sounded when you called him that.
“Yes you’re very handsome.” He blushed even more and buried his face in his hands in embarrassment. You could still see him peaking through his hands, his smile at your compliment peaking through as well.
You put on your own apron, reaching back to tie a knot, Kyle imitated your movements and accidentally ended up undoing his apron. “Silly boy.” You cooed, moving back over to him to redo the knot. “There, now you’re ready to paint!”
“P-paint?” He asked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “L-like you?”
“Yes, like me, we’re gonna finger paint.” You tucked one of his stray hairs behind his ears. “Come on.”
He yanked at your hand and eagerly led you back to the table, pulling out your chair for you, and scrapping it against the floor. “Sit.” You giggled and did as you were told. He plopped back down in his chair, and looked at you with expectant eyes.
You moved a palette in front of him and placed a sheet of printer paper along with it. “Finger painting is like how it sounds alright darling, we’re gonna paint with our fingers.”
“P-paint with fingers.” He dipped his whole hand into the paint, and dragged it across the paper. He stared at the blob of paint he had created, all the colors mixing to forming into an unflattering brown color. He whined when it didn’t turn into a picture like yours usually did. He looked back up at you with watery eyes, wanting to know what he did wrong. “Help?” He asked, holding his messy hands towards you. You had taught Kyle that he needed to ask for help when he needed it instead of angrily lashing out. There were times when he still did but it seemed his determination to learn how to paint overpowered his desire to act out.
You took his hand in yours and wiped the paint off of it. “Like this sweetheart.” You took a new piece of paper out, setting his other one to the side so it could dry. You stood up and moved to stand behind him. You leaned over his shoulder and gently wrapped your fingers around his wrist. You guided his hand to dip into the yellow paint. You helped him to make a circle in the center of the page. Then you dipped it in red and moved his hand to draw the petals of the flower. “The picture doesn’t just appear like magic.” You explained as you finished up his flower .” You have to create it and be patient with it. And of course you need to practice.” Kyle watched as his hand drew the shape of a flower onto his page, staring at it as you finished. “Now you try.”
You let go of his wrist, allowing Kyle to try and make his own picture now that you had shown him how painting worked. You stood behind him as he worked, his brow furrowed in concentration as he looked over the colors. He decided to try and imitate the flower you had made. He shakily dipped his finger into the yellow paint and lifted it over to his page, some of it dipped off but that's why you had laid the newspaper down. He drew a misshapen circle, a little ways away from yours on the paper. Then he moved to the blue paint and began to draw the petals the best he could. Some were shorter than others and it was all one continuous line instead of individual petals. He finished his flower, smiling at how it looked next to the one you had helped him draw.
He motioned excitedly towards his paper, grunting to get your attention, wanting you to see what he had painted. “That’s pretty Kyle!” You praised, resting your hand on his shoulder as you pulled him into a side huge.” “It’s very pretty, I like that you used blue.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, wiping the blue paint on the side of your shirt that was exposed. But you didn’t even care, you were proud at him for learning something new. You kissed him on the top of his head like he liked, making him nestle his head into your side. “I think it’s so pretty it needs to be displayed.”
He looked up at you in confusion. You took his paper blowing on it lightly to make sure it was dry. You moved to walk away from him but Kyle tightened his grip on your hips, not wanting you to leave. “I’ll be back baby, it’s okay.” Kyle reluctantly let you and watched as you walked over to the fridge and hung up his picture with one of the magnets. “See now everyone can see your painting and how amazing it is.”
His face crinkled up at your praise, his dimples showing as he smiled widely. He made grabby hands at you, looking between his art on the fridge and you. “M-more.”
“You want more of your paintings to hang on the fridge?” You asked, sitting back down in your seat.”
He nodded rapidly. “More.”
“Then you have to make more.” You put yet another paper in front of him. Kyle took it eagerly and began to dip his fingers into the paint so he could get to work on his next masterpiece. As he worked you decided to paint as well, painting lazy doodles and small designs on your own paper.
Each time Kyle finished a piece he would tug on your sleeve to get your attention, wanting you to praise him like you did before. And you did each time, ruffling his hair and telling him how pretty his picture was. Then he’d watch you with an open mouth smile as you placed it on the fridge next to the other pieces.
You looked up at Kyle, he had a look of pure concentration on his face as he made his pictures. He had drawn the flower a couple more times before starting to draw other things. Like a simple dog, and a landscape with the sun in the corner and the grass like sticks at the bottom. He was working on something new, his whole body draped over the paper. “What are you working on sweetie?” You asked, slightly lifting out of your chair to see his picture.
He grunted and put his arms up protectively around the paper. “S-sec-“ he struggled to find the right word, his lips pursed as he searched for it. You patiently waited for him to say what he was drawing, after a while he found the word he was looking for. “S-secret.”
“A secret?” You asked playfully. He bobbed his head, repeating the word. He glanced at your paper and you imitated his position of blocking your paper. “Well then mines a secret too.” He huffed in amusement and went back to working on his piece.
You looked down at your paper, focusing on your own painting. You dragged your fingers across the paper, watching as it slowly turned into what you wanted it to be. You finished it up and waited for Kyle to finish as well that way you would show each other your pictures. Kyle made one last mark before looking back up at you. He pointed at you, signaling he wanted you to go first, he wanted to know what your secret painting was.
You lifted your paper up to show him and he stared at it with an open mouth expression, he shakily lifted his hand up to gentle touch the paper. “M-me.” He said looking at you, you smiled at his recognition. You had drawn him the best you could with finger paints but it seemed he knew who it was.
“Yes that’s you.” You confirmed. “I wanted to paint something pretty.” He bit his lip at your words smiling.
“I-I’m p-pretty?” He asked.
You leaned over the table and touched his nose with your index finger, leaving a dot of red on the top of his nose. “You’re very pretty.” He crinkled his nose at the odd feeling. Kyle dipped his finger in the paint and leaned over like you had. He tried to leave a dot like you did but he ended up smearing it all over your nose and cheeks. “Kyle!” You giggled out, surprised at his actions.
“P-pretty.” He said, calling you what you had called him.
“Thank you, now what did you draw?” You asked scooting your chair closer to his. He blew on his paper like you had the first time to make sure it was dry. Then he lifted it up for you to see. Tears welled in your eyes at seeing what he had painted. You let him explain the picture in his own words.
“Y-you.” He pointed at the stick figure on the right in the red apron like yours. “M-me.” He pointed at the other one in the blue apron. They were holding hands and standing next to a house that resembled the one you both lived in. In the corner on the paper he had messily written his name, signing his art. He smiled at you but his face dipped at seeing your tears. “S-sad?” He asked his voice cracking.
You shook your head, “No I’m not sad darling, these are happy tears.” You wiped them from yours eyes. “I’m love you so much.” You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his chapped one, smiling as he pushed back against the kiss. You leaned your forehead to his. “Let’s hang them up, yeah?”
You moved to stand up but Kyle stopped you. “I d-do it.” He took your paper and his and waddled over to the fridge. At this point it was covered from bottom to top in his paintings. But he found open spaces and placed the magnet on each paper, hanging them up next to each other. When he was done he came back to his chair and sat back down.
“Good job.” You praised, looking at the messily hung papers.
There were days when it was hard taking care of Kyle, and at times it became too much. But it was the little moments like this, when he tried so hard to learn and to show his love for you that made it all worth it. He smiled and wiped another stroke of color across your face. You laughed and did the same, making a green streak on his cheekbone. You both ended up smearing paint all over, it was a pain to clean up but it was worth it.
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