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thatswhatthepoetssay · 10 months

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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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thatswhatthepoetssay · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

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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.

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 1 year

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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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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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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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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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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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PS. Im going to be taking a break soon but I will be back here in a few weeks. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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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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PS Whenever I post Chapter 2 It will be A-LOT longer. In the meantime I will be posting different Ahs stories, one-shots, and requests. Im currently working on a Tate Langdon one that will be posted in a few days! Lmk if you guys have any requests for future stories :)

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