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All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬
the sluttiest thing a man can do is be evan peters
I see why they call it the American WHORErro story
He is shirtless SO MANY TIMES
Spat out my monster energy on my cat. Don’t worry, Gizmo is a-o-k.
trump getting shot would’ve sent kai anderson into a coma
I fucking hope not (it’s under the relatable tag)
You can’t do this to me dude, I’m on my monthly and it hurts to laugh.
R.i.p kai Anderson would've loved the 2024 presidential debate
okay so i found THIS on pinterest... i don’t know who made it but this person is amazing! he looks like a literal angel😍
ALSO if you guys love me follow my tiktok 😉
@hollywoodhireholly
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NEED HIM SO BAD KNAWING AT THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE BACKDOOR OVER A TABLE ON SET IN HIS TRAILER WTF GIVE IT TO ME PETERS
just found out i’m failing earth science because i missed a test when i had an epic stomach ache
Pretty Girls Make Graves - Tate Langdon
Multi Part Series
Dear America; From The Rubble to The Riches
Plot: Reader has just moved into the murder house and meets a certain character.
Warnings: Smoking, Drug use, Self Deprecation, Undiagnosed Dyslexia
When my mom told me we had to move, it didn't surprise me. The house we lived in cost too much, and there wasn't room for me, mom and my brothers. We moved house a lot to be honest. I was seventeen but had lived in over 20 different houses. It was the way mom lived. She had money and time, so she spent it being a nutcase, and we were along for the ride.
My mom was a bit of a hippy, and when I say a bit I mean a lot. She was living constantly in this "free love" dream where it was people's obligation to step away from society. Ever since I was tiny every house we've lived in has been filled with strangers. She lead a kind of open door lifestyle, with constant lodgers. They generally came along to coincide with whatever her new "calling" was.
I was the youngest child. I had two older brothers, Chris and Nathan. Chris was 23, but couldn't move out because he was too mentally unstable to keep a job. Nathan was 19, smart, with plans to go to college in New York if he could just stop messing about with drugs. I got on with Chris better, he was the one who bought me cigarettes.
The house we moved to was a large Victorian town house in L.A. It was exactly mom's kind of place, and was largely underpriced. She bought it instantly.
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A week later we were bringing all our stuff into the house. I was carrying a box of CD's, ready to take them to the attic bedroom, which after several fights I had claimed as my room. I was currently paying for it, because as I walked in carrying boxes, Nathan kept kicking the backs of my ankles.
"(Y/n), just leave those there," mom instructed, gesturing the hall. "I need your help in the kitchen." I put the box down and walked through. She was in the process of putting mismatched plates into the cupboards.
"Nathan said he's going to piss on my bed if he doesn't get the attic room," I told her, starting to put away the cutlery.
"He won't. Look at this amazing cooker they have in here," she pointed out, distracted. It was a big eggshell range set against the wall. I rolled my eyes. I took a cigarette out the packet I carried and lit it. Mom turned round. "Hey!" she scolded. "Share."
I gave her one and we leant against the counter.
"I bet school is shit," I complained.
"I know, honey. But I've still got to send you, even if I'd rather not."
I turned back to grab a mug to use as an ashtray. Mom started putting plates away again. We chatted, until I turned around to see a teenage boy stood by the back door. I jumped, almost dropping the glass I was holding. Mom turned round and saw him too.
"Hello," she greeted him in a friendly voice. "You must be the new neighbor." He smiled at her.
"Yeah, I'm Tate. My mom lives next door."
"Well, feel free to come in here anytime, we run an open door system, don't we (n/n)?" she asked me. I shrugged.
"I was wondering if you needed any help moving things," he offered. I didn't entirely trust him. He was dressed grungey, battered converse, ripped jeans and a knitted sweater, but was giving this kind of American Boy charm to try impress my mom. If he thought it was working, he was wrong. He could have told her he was a drug addict with intent to steal money to pay for gear and he would have got the same welcome. Mom loved pretending to save people.
"That's would be amazing of you. (Y/n), Tate can help you take your stuff up to the top floor."
"Sure, whatever," I agreed, stubbing my cigarette out into the mug. I went through to the hall and Tate followed. Chris and Nathan had just brought the sofa in and were arguing about it. Nathan spotted me walk in.
"Hey, you got one last chance to give me the attic room before I piss on all your shit," he warned me. I pulled the middle finger at him, picking up a box.
"Tate, you can just grab that one," I told him, nodding my head towards it.
"It's a bit soon for mom to have her friends in isn't it?" Chris asked me.
"That's Tate, he lives next door." Tate grabbed the box. "You can also speak to him directly, his ears work."
"Smartass."
Tate and I took the boxes up the stairs.
"Are they your brothers?" Tate asked. I nodded, not bothering to respond properly. "Are you going to Westfield?" I nodded again. "Why are you not fucking talking to me?" he snapped. I kept walking, but responded.
"Cause you're asking dumb questions. Do you go to Westfield?"
"I used to, but they kicked me out."
We got to the top bedroom and put the boxes down.
"What did you do?" I asked him, grinning. He frowned.
"Nothing much, just caused a bit of trouble."
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Tate helped us move in over the weekend. It was lucky that we didn't really own a lot of stuff. It was mainly furniture, pots and pans and then all of mom's hippy crap. On the Monday, I had school. Chris dropped me off, giving me a tap on the hand before I got out his car.
"Hey, don't let anyone get away with any shit," he told me reassuringly. "And brush your hair, it looks like ass." I smiled at him half heartedly.
The first class I was in was English. I hated it. The teacher seemed nice enough but it had never been my subject, not that any of them were. It was a new term. She suggested a spelling test. The rest of the class groaned.
"We're not babies," one of the girls complained. I felt dread. After I'd finished I looked down at the words.
1. Culor
2. Defense
3. Axidentally
4. Foren
5. Principel
6. Realize
7. Nessercery
8. Happened
9. Carecter
10. Lesure
None of the words looked right. I felt like an idiot, but letters made no sense to me. The teacher gathered in our tests, and then handed out the books. Wuthering Heights. I felt dread in the pit of my stomach. If we had to read this on our own I couldn't possibly do it in time.
"I want us to read this as a class, now we have a new student. (Y/n) Bone, would you care to start on the first chapter?"
"What?"
"Just read it aloud, the first couple of paragraphs."
"No."
"Sorry?"
"I don't want to," I desperately tried to explain. She frowned.
"You don't have a choice, now go on."
I took a deep breath, opening the first page. The words seemed to wriggle around as I tried to recognise them.
"I have... just... returned form..." I struggled, conscious of how slowly I read.
"It's from," she added in.
"Oh. From a vis- visit to my... landlord." I paused, feeling my ears turn red in embarrassment. I heard whispers behind me and clapped the book shut loudly, making everyone jump.
"Keep reading," the teacher instructed in a firm voice.
"No." I was mortified. My first day and it had been revealed to everyone that I could barely read.
"You will do as you're told, I looked through your test and your spelling is atrocious, now get back to reading the book, and I'm writing you up for detention." I stood up, receiving an incredulous look.
"Fuck off," I told her, grabbing my bag and walking straight to the door and walking out. When I was out in the hall I kicked a locker and kept walking till I was outside. I sat on a bench and lit a cigarette. I sat, chain smoking, trying to decide whether to go to my next lesson or to leave. I contemplated this until I was joined on the bench. The guy had long, dark hair and a Slayer t-shirt on, chain on his jeans and a leather jacket.
"You're in shit with the principal now," he told me, pointlessly.
"I don't care."
"Well done on having the balls to walk out of Mrs Parks class."
"Who are you?" I asked bluntly, not wanting to bother with small talk.
"Dev, Dev Khare." He offered his hand to me, a gesture I ignored. "Come on, this place is fucking hell already. It's gonna be a bit better if you have someone to hang out with."
"I like being on my own."
"Bullshit." He reached into to the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a joint and raising his eyebrow at me. I looked back at him, unable to help cracking a smile. "We can skip next period and come back after lunch break."
I followed him to his car, an old Honda Accord, hopping in the passenger seat.
"This is a really old car," I commented, running a hand over the dash.
"Yeah, it's my dad's old one," Dev told me proudly. "Do you like metal?"
"Not really," I replied, honestly.
"There's a Misfits tape in the glove box, put that one on."
I opened the glove box, looking over the tapes he had. TOOL, Deftones, Slayer and Rage Against the Machine were just some. I found the Misfits tape and put it in the cassette player. Heavy guitars started blaring through the stereo.
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I ended up ditching the last two classes and getting Chris to pick me up. He dropped me outside the house before leaving to go apply for another job that wouldn't last the week. I walked into the living room to find Tate sat on the sofa with three randos. I assumed he had taken my mom's open door policy as an invitation to spend his time here instead of at home. Apparently her gang of hippies had already shown up. They were passing a spliff round the group.
"Hey," said a white man with matted dreadlocks, spotting me as a walked in. "And who are you, friend?"
"Someone who actually fucking lives here," I replied, irritated. School had been crap, I was hardly in the mood for hippy stoner crap from a random trustafarian. I turned round and stated walking up the stairs to my room. Tate stood up and followed me.
"How was school," he asked, trying to keep up with me.
"Why are you following me Tate?"
"'Cause you're pissed off. I like people when they're pissed off."
If I was less annoyed, I'd be impressed by his response.
"Following me is only gonna make me more pissed off," I snapped.
"Good," he replied. "I wanna see what being pissed off makes you do."
I reached my bedroom and walked in, immediately noticing a dark patch on my red bedsheets.
"For fucksake," I cursed, feeling utterly defeated.
"Is that... piss?" Tate asked.
"Yeah," I responded, my voice wobbling. I felt my eyes prick and hot tears running down my face. I tried to forcefully wipe them away before Tate noticed, but he was already looking at me, almost surprised.
"Are you crying?" he asked me, sounding almost concerned.
"No," I lied, sniffling. He was the last person I wanted to see me cry. I hardly ever did, but the whole day had left me feeling like the ground had been taken from beneath my feet, and all of Tate's persistence to not leave me alone had made me feel a lot weaker than I wanted to be.
"Hey," Tate said softly, cautiously moving close enough to carefully wrap his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. "Don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry." I let him give me a hug, wiping my eyes on the back of my sleeve.
"I don't cry normally," I apologised, ears feeling red and hot with my shame. "Especially not over stupid shit like this." He didn't let me go, just held me up next to his chest while I made my lame excuse.
"What made you so upset then? Was it the piss? I can help you get him back," Tate reassured, patting me on the back a little awkwardly. I shook my head, moving away from him.
"No, it was just school."
"Westfield is full of assholes."
"School makes me feel so goddamn stupid. Probably because I am," I complained, moving to the stereo on the floor. I never had a lot a furniture, not even a bed frame, just my mattress on the floor. It made it easier with all the moving house. I didn't mind. I put in a CD, one I made on a friends computer. Heaven Beside You by Alice In Chains started playing.
"I think you're smart," Tate told me. He was stood next to my bed, playing with the sleeve of his jumper.
"You don't know me Tate." I sighed. "I can barely fucking read, and that bitch made me do it in front of everyone."
"You can't read?"
"How shitty is your mom that you wanna be round here all the time?" I changed the subject.
"Very," he bristled. "She's a whore." I raised an eyebrow.
"Take it you don't get on with stepdads?"
"None of them. How'd you know it was stepdads?" he asked, looking from his shoes to meet my eye.
"Guessed. Kinda seemed like you were the kinda guy who's dad walked out and hasn't got over it."
"See. You are smart."
I Don’t Share - Kai Anderson
Plot: Reader is the only person who Kai Anderson ever really listened to.
Word count: 1899
Warnings: SMUT, Manipulative reader, Smoking, Blood, Aggressive Sex, Mocking, It’s AHS Cult so it’s gonna be dark, Misogyny
I walked down the steps, into the basement. The place he dwelled. The dark web was a strange place, full of internet trolls, but something about Kai Anderson was different. Something in his words garnered attention, and now, it was time to find out.
“Hello?” I called out confidently. At this point in my life, nothing scared me, not even death, but my survival was important. After all, what could I achieve from beyond the grave? To be without fear is to be dangerous.
“Who are you?” a voice called out from the sofa. The man sat there was not the man I expected to see, and I was pleasantly surprised.
“Kai Anderson?” I queried, and he nodded. I had expected someone much less attractive, but Kai’s dark eyes, handsome face and fit body were all things that played into my hands. His eyes bore into me as I walked into the room and sat opposite him. he wore sweatpants, and his shoulder length hair was dyed blue.
“Answer my question, bitch,” he snapped at me, but I just looked at him disapprovingly, taking a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it. He glared at my lack of response, but I made sure to take my time before I replied.
“When a dog bites it’s master, they take it into the yard and put a bullet in its head,” I calmly spoke, resisting a smile at the taken aback expression on his face. The surprise soon turned into rage, and he stood up and grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt, making me jump.
“I don’t even know you! No bitch will be the master of me!” Kai yelled, and I met his eyes with a level gaze. I gave him a look, a look of indifference, and he released me from his grasp. He stood above me.
“Sit down Kai, I’m not speaking to you until you sit.”
“Fuck off.”
I met his eye with a steely glare, and reluctantly, he took a seat the other side of the coffee table.
“Now, I’m (y/n) (l/n), and I came to see you because I need you,” I began to explain. Kai raised an eyebrow. “There’s something about you Kai, that shocks people, that commands attention, but you’re wasting it away sat sweating in this shitty basement.”
He leant foreword in his seat, starting to listen more attentively. It was almost too easy.
“Now I have a proposal, because I need you to realise your potential,” I continued, and he was captivated.
•
The cult had been running for just over a month. Of course, no one had identified it as what it was yet, but it was coming together as intended. When I first met Kai, I wanted to rile him up and let him lose to wreak havoc on the world, to scare people into action, but after speaking to him, I realised an intelligence more than I had initially thought. It was a waste not to push him forward into something on a national level. Of course, he had been harder to break than I first thought, but eventually I had had him wrapped around my finger using the only weapon women had against men, the weapon that sat between my legs.
Within the ring I took the position of Kai’s right hand and lover, his assistant, and it was widely assumed that I was abused and too love struck by our “Divine Ruler” to realise. As much as they admired him, they feared him. In reality, I was in control. Everything Kai had become was because of me.
I knew I had control at the first “pinky ritual”. As soon as our fingers made contact he dived into the first questions, but by that point I’d already won. He was angry, emotional, irrational. I’d got under his skin. It didn’t take long for me to turn the questioning round onto him, and soon he was spilling his guts to me. Everything about his parents, his brother and sister, every fear, hate, love and regret in his life he gave to me. We had sex and with that he’d given me all of his power.
Despite the impression that the rest of the cult held, Kai was ready to lick the shit off of my shoe if I asked. Of course, that didn’t mean I had absolute control. His ideas were his own, I just gave him a push in the right direction. After the killing of Bob Thompson and his gimp, I had pulled Kai’s mask off and kissed him, hard, to show my appreciation. He pulled our bodies closer together and when he brushed his finger across my lip I could taste the blood on it. From that point on, there was no better sight for me than a bloodied Kai Anderson.
•
“I don’t share Kai,” I stated, coldly, as he walked down into the basement. I had been sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I spat. “You’ve been upstairs fucking Mrs. Lavender,” I pointed out, referring to Meadow.
“There’s a reason,” he defended himself simply. “She needed to think I loved her so she’ll be willing to die for me. It’s exactly what you asked.”
“I don’t think you understand,” I replied slowly, opening my legs to reveal no underwear on beneath my skirt, and I noticed Kai’s next words catch in his throat. “You belong to me. To this.” I gestured my womanhood. He knelt in front of me on the floor, tracing his hands along my thighs, temptation in his eyes.
“No, I don’t,” Kai spat. I snapped my thighs shut and he pulled his hands away sharply. “I am the Divine Ruler,” he announced, standing to lean over me, taking my throat in his hand and squeezing slightly. I looked him back in his dark eyes coolly, daring him to do what he was threatening to do. Kai didn’t have the strength in him to kill me.
“I made you what you are.” I felt his grip tighten. “You’re nothing without me,” I croaked, my voice hoarse as he cut off my breath. His grip tightened more, and for a moment I almost considered he might go through with it. I saw a tear run down his face and then he let go. He dropped his head, tears running down his face, and I opened my arms to him. He dropped down to the sofa, next to me, falling into my embrace. He buried his head into my shoulder and sobbed, while I stroked his hair, shushing him.
“I’m sorry,” he almost whimpered. I pushed him down of the sofa, back on his knees in front of me, opening my legs. He sighed in appreciation, his eyes darkening with lust. As he reached his hand towards my leg I smacked it away.
“No, you have to beg,” I instructed. He looked up to meet my eye. There’s nothing more dangerous than a humiliated man, he had once said, but here he was, willing to get down on his knees in front of me and beg for my attention.
“Please, forgive me, (y/n). Let me touch you,” he pleaded pathetically. I leant forward and took his jaw in my hand, guiding his lips up to meet my own. He desperately leaned into the kiss, sitting up on his knees to pull us closer. His hand ran along my thigh and brushed across my heat, and when I didn’t pull away he rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against my clit before pushing a finger inside of me. I let myself moan against his kiss. He added another finger and curled them inside of me, swallowing my noises up with his lips. I pulled away from the kiss, panting.
“I want you to show me how much you hate me Kai,” I told him, and he removed his fingers from me, confused. I continued, pulling my shirt over my head leaving me in my bra. “Oh, I know you do. The way I make you feel confused, the way I treat you. I let you know how much of a piece of shit you are and you let me tell you that. What kind of man are you? You hate the way I make your prick harder than anyone else could,” I tease, reaching to grab his erect cock through his trousers. I pull my knees back, showing my full pussy out in front of him and that’s all he takes to snap. He stands up and pushes me down on the couch, kneeling himself between my knees before pulling his shirt over his head. It’s hard not to admire his muscular body. It’s no wonder he could get people to believe he was their god, he looked exactly like one. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, freeing his cock from his boxers and stroking it while looking at me.
“You’re right,” he told me harshly, grabbing my jaw and resting his thumb in my mouth so I kept it open. “I do fucking hate you.” With that he leant forward towards me and spat directly into my mouth. His harsh words were making me drip with lust. Without any warning he plunged his cock into my warmth, grunting and dropping his hands to my grip onto my waist and the flesh of my stomach. He pounded into me relentlessly, letting out small moans of pleasure. I panted, and when he hit a spot inside of me I let out a breathy moan. I felt a sting across my face, realising that he’d slapped me. He moved a hand to my thigh, pressing it back toward my chest. He growled as he hit my cervix, his hands heavy and his grip tight. Kai grabbed my throat and leant over my body to give the most bruising kiss, and as he pushed my legs back, his cock hit even deeper in me. I even whimpered as he mercilessly pounded into me, harder and harder. His kiss travelled, down my neck, and I felt him take the skin between his teeth, leaving bite marks. I took his head in my hands, fingers tangled in his hair, and I connected our mouths once more, tongues and teeth colliding. He let out another desperate moan. Even when he hated me I still controlled him. The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses and skin slapping. I felt the pleasure build and reached down to rub myself, reaching a shuddering climax and clenching around Kai. He let out a groan and swore, pounding into me faster, his thrusts sloppy. He pulled my bra down and grabbed onto my tits, desperately panting and he brought himself closer to finish. I could do nothing but moan and tremble as his thrusting overstimulated me. His breathy moans brought me to finish a second time, a wave of pleasure hitting me and making me shake again. Kai groaned, pushing himself balls deep inside me and spilling hot cum. He collapsed down on top of me and I let him rest his head on my chest, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing the top of his head.
“I do think I could love you, Kai,” I murmured against his hair, and I had no reason to say it, but I truly meant it.
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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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will not write anything about ; puke ; shit ; illegal age gap ; age play ; rape ; abuse ; kidnapping
need him . love him . obsessed with him . want him ( in me ) .
evan peters i will always be waiting for you with open arms. and open legs. and an open mouth.
HI IMPORTANT NOTICE.....so I’m moving blogs to @kaismessiahbb !! Reason I’m moving is just because this blog still has a bunch of older stuff I’ve posted/Reblog and I’d rather start fresh!!! So please follow if you want as I’ll only be active on there from now on!! 🎀
High School Kai Anderson Headcanons ♥️
Just how our fav cult leader was like during his high school years!! Oh and there’s some Winter content in this because I just know those two were close asf!!
Warnings: none <3
AN: I hope you guys enjoy these lil headcanons!! It’s like 4am butttt😼Anyways, I’ll have some fics posted soon!!! As always, requests are open🎀
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* unlike middle school, he had friends NOT A LOT but a few
* He still preferred to be alone though
* Girls actually found him cute.....cute until he’d debate almost every single one of them who disagreed with his opinion he shared in class
* Did not give two fucks about handing in work or assignments
* Teachers hated him for that but they also hated him because he was a mouthy mf:
“And where’s that assignment you were supposed to hand in five days ago, Mr Anderson?”
“Up your ass”
* His remarks wouldn’t go unnoticed tho as they would draw a few snickers from his other classmates
* his parents phones would be spammed with calls from the principal regarding their sons “concerning behaviour”
* That only lead to more arguments at home which overall made Kai feel miserable but still motivated him to be worse??
* He’s been super close like rlly fucking close to failing a few classes but he always saved his ass by doing extremely well on the final exam allowing his grade to be a passing one
* instead of a backpack, he definitely carried around a Rick Owens tote bag or something ✨✨✋🏻
In said bag, it would have the following:
* his adderall bc at the time school was the only factor testing his patience
* A book to read during lunch
* His car keys
* Sometimes homework but rarely bc he never completed it
* Never any textbooks....he wouldn’t be caught dead with a textbook
* cigarettes if he felt like choosing violence and smoking on school property 😼
His favourite year would’ve had to been his senior
* not bc anything crazy happened but probably because Winter would have just been starting out as a freshman
* The two of them would sometimes hang out when she wasn’t busy joining some club he thought was stupid
* Casually bumping into Winter on his way to class and their conversation always going something like this:
“Hey”
“Sup, what class you heading to?”
“Science, you?”
“Math...”
“Wanna just ditch and go home?”
“Yup”
•Obviously he would’ve loved to b ditching a lot more prior to his senior year but his parents only allowed him to take the car once Winter started high school cuz they didn’t wanna drive them
* Kai being late to homeroom a lottt bc she would force him to drive her to Starbucks in the morning
* Sometimes he would be seen pulling up into class with dat iced chai tea tho 😇
* The two of them pulling their little silly pranks whenever they had the opportunity
* Wether it be lipstick writing on the bathroom mirrors or posting stupid flyers he made around the school, Kai found it funny and was happy Winter helped him even though she could care less about making some sort of “statement” at school
And finally.....prom...oh boy prom
* He considered skipping out on it MULTIPLE TIMES but he knew he would have a better time bringing his sister as his companion than staying at home
* The two of them arriving to the banquet hall where it was being held and taking one good look at it and instantly leaving
“Yeah...we’re not doing this”
* Instead, they found themselves back on their couch in the basement watching cheesy high school movies on Kai’s laptop to celebrate his graduation
* Kai being a little sad about high school ending but being excited to move onto a different path...only that path turned out to be extremely fucked, dark and twisted 🙈
If anyone wants to send me some Kai Anderson headcanon requests I would be more than happy to make some!!🎀🎀🎀
REWATCHING CULT AND AHHSHDHD KAI’s TOMS😭😭😭😭🙈🙈🙈 SO FASHIONABLE
Do I post my daddy Kai fic orrrr high school Kai headcanons 😼😼✋🏻
So I have like one more thing I’m almost done writing...but if any of u guys have something you’d like to request (specifically something to do w Kai Anderson 🤬🙈) plsss feel free<3333
Stopppp I’m 😔❤️
AHS Cult behind the scenes part 2!
Might b posting dad Kai today 🙈🙈🙈I just gotta get through all the work I have to do today 😐
Hallway Confessional❤️
A Pre-Cult Teenaged Kai x Fem Reader
Kai Anderson is the mystery that sits in the back of your class, but he’s one you’d like to get to know.
Word count: 1.7k words
Warnings: none...unless that obvious sexual tension between Kai and the reader counts😫
AN: hiiiii lovelies, so I brought you middle school Kai...now here’s some high school Kai!! I apologize in advance if there’s any errors or typos in this 😭😭😭 it’s like 2:30am but I really wanted to get it done!!! Requests are open if you’d like me to write some more!!! I appreciate all of u and goodnight🥺❤️
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It was 9:45 in the morning, your first period class had just been dismissed. The class was English and although you disliked school, this class was probably your favourite by far. It wasn’t because you enjoyed writing long pointless essays or reading some stupid Shakespeare play, but it was simply because he was in your class.
Kai Anderson was an enigma to you. A puzzle and one you wanted to solve. He was always the last to arrive in class, but the first to leave. Needless to say, you couldn’t help but stare him down every time he arrived late, your eyes following his every move until he slumped into his desk. Sometimes you could even see his eyes roll as your teacher would scold him for his poor attendance.
Kai usually sat in the back of the class, almost as if he wanted to be unnoticed, but that was never the case for you. He could sit anywhere in the class and to you he would always stand out. His head would usually be down during lessons and if he did speak during class, it would only be to debate against the teacher if something political had been brought up in a discussion.
Asides from that, he would typically pass during readings and never really cared to share his answers during homework takeup. You could only hope that he paid attention towards you. It was almost embarrassing to admit that you only participated just to grasp his recognition. Whether it be sharing your opinion on a certain topic or just reading out loud, you desperately hoped he would raise his head from his desk and have his full attention on you.
You grabbed your pink duffel bag that was placed on the floor underneath your seat, swinging it over your shoulder as you made your way outside of the classroom. However, instead of following your regular routine of making it straight to your second period class, you had other plans.
“Hey,” you called out to the boy who walked in front of you. Instead of turning around like he should have, he kept walking. Was he ignoring you?
“Kai,” you said loud and stern to the point that the other students around you stopped to take a solid glance at you.
He stopped his tracks and turned around, letting out a sigh to signal you he really wasn’t interested.
“Can I help you,” he asked you, raising his brows.
You stood there, staring at him, almost forgetting that you were the one who started this awkward encounter.
Almost blanking out, you slowly answered, “hey.”
Hey? Seriously was that all you could come up with?
“Uh...hi,” he responded, still unsure as to what you needed to talk to him about.
The two of you respectively kept your distance from each other as the hallway was still cramped with other students making their way to class, but the sight of you two together did draw some attention from those passing by. It wasn’t that you were an extremely popular person, it was just that you were well liked among your peers and other people you came across. You always had someone to chat with in class and it was rare that you would be seen alone.
Whereas Kai was the complete opposite. While you would be chatting away with your friends at a cafeteria table, Kai would be found sitting alone with nothing more than a book in his hand and maybe something to eat. He seemed so simple and that’s what you liked about him. Besides from his good looks of course.
He didn’t strike you to be one of those guys who would wake up every morning and take twenty minutes to perfect their hair in hopes of scoring the chance to impress someone, but maybe you were wrong. It wasn’t like you knew him personally.
The only thing you did know and could confirm, was that he had a younger sister. Winter was her name and she was a freshman, while the two of you were seniors. She didn’t look much like Kai at all, her brown locks being the only resemblance that the two had in common. You met Winter when she joined your school's legacy club. You had got to know a little bit of her when the two of you held a campaign at the beginning of the year for more club recruits. During the time that the two of you would be planning to perfect the event is when she would tell you a little bit about herself. One of the things being that she had an older brother your age, that older brother being none other than Kai Anderson.
Unlike her brother, she was more forward with her opinions and made sure to speak up when she felt the need to. That being said, she was still shy, but it didn’t bring down her other redeeming qualities. You had hoped that during your campaign maybe her brother would attend at least one of your recruitments to show some loving support for his sister, but he never did. Maybe they didn’t get along or maybe he just didn’t care about it.
“Hello...?” his eager voice snapped you back into reality, only this time the two of you were the last two people to be seen in the hallway.
Shit, how long were you there just thinking about past events that were unrelated to what was happening now?
“Look,” he continued, “I don’t wanna be late to my class, so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go.” You could tell by the frustration in his voice that he was annoyed with you for bothering him. Just as he was going to continue on his way, your voice was quick to stop him from leaving you.
“Wait....sorry I......I blanked out,” you blushed, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered your face was beginning to turn.
You just couldn’t help it, his features and overall appearance made him so damn attractive. The closer he got to you, the more you noticed things you couldn’t see before, like how he had a piercing on his left ear, the small dimples that formed when his mouth would move a certain way, or the tiny amount of facial hair he had just above his top lip.
“Are you okay,” he spoke, this time with a bit of concern that could be heard in his voice.
You could feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around as he shifted closer to you. It was as if he was examining you, making sure you weren’t going to pass out.
“I’m fine,” you stammered, shaking your head as you pushed yourself to purse what you’ve been desperately needing to tell him, “look, you really wanna know the real reason why I’m bothering you?”
“I mean, y/n, you’re the one who stopped me,” he joked, a small smile escaping from his lips as he lightened the conversation.
Your heart nearly melted at the way he said your name. The way it casually rolled off his tongue into the flow of his sentence, sounding just perfect. He knew your name after all, maybe he did pay attention to you.
“Kai, I like you,” you straight up admitted to him, not even thinking about what you said until seconds after. “And god I don’t know why I just said that.”
However, he didn’t run away or tell you to stop. Instead, you saw him laughing, his face practically glowing. He had to admit, it was pretty cute to see you all nervous around him, but it was even better that your nerves had caused you to confess your internal feelings for him.
“Well....,” you tried to say more, but you really couldn’t dig yourself out of this. You couldn’t even look him straight in the eyes, so instead your eyes scanned down to his chest, looking at what you could make out to be a Weezer shirt that was covered by his jean jacket.
“I know you like me, it’s obvious.”
“Is it really,” you shamefully looked back to him, this time viewing his smirk that was spread across his face.
“I see you practically staring at me for almost every class we’ve had so far,” he replied, softly chuckling while he shook his head. “You know, at least I don’t make it obvious when I look at you.”
You wanted to die from the embarrassment that came from Kai Anderson informing you that he knew about your staring habits. Yet, it was that last sentence he stated that brought your face out of your palms and back to him.
“I like you too, y/n,” he confessed as he rubbed his hands together, something he did out of habit when he was in unfamiliar situations.
If you could, you would’ve ran up to his angelic face and made out with him like there was no tomorrow. As much as you hated to fight off the urge to do just so, you had to be reasonable and considering the two of you just confessed your feelings to each other in the middle of your high school hallway on a Tuesday morning, you had long ways to go together.
“So uh...what now,” you asked him, trying your best to remain calm.
“I’m gonna go to my second period class, which I’m fifteen minutes late to. Thanks by the way,” he was clearly joking with his blatant sarcasm, yet it was endearing to hear him speak to you in a way that made you feel like you’ve known him forever. “But does eight tonight sound good?”
You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as hard as you did in that very moment.
“But wait won’t you be needing this,” you reached into the open pocket of your school bag, grabbing a small sticky note that had the digits of your phone number. You had written on that sticky note during class, thinking too far ahead of what might happen when you planned to talk to Kai today. Luckily for you, the odds were on your side and that little sticky would be needed. Or so you thought.
“Oh no,” Kai began, “I won’t be needing that,” he grinned.
Your eyes were immediately fixated back to the note that was still held in your hands as you crumpled it into a small ball. Before you could question his last words as to why he wouldn’t be needing your number, Kai was already on his way to making a left turn at the end of the hallway. Looking over his shoulder, he tossed you one last smile before disappearing. He really was a mystery.
HELP I TOLD MY FRIEND ABOUT THE FIC IM WRITING AND SHE SENT ME THIS LMAODOOSOSKDNN
Guyssss if I can pull thru and finish this fic...high school Kai might b posted 2night 😫❤️❤️❤️❤️
WORKING ON A HIGH SCHOOL KAI X READER FIC NOW LOLLLL...<3