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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.

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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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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