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buckybarnesb-tch · 11 months

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Franken/Kyle Spencer NSFW A-Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

•Always

•Loves It

•Constantly!!

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

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

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

L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)

•Kyle prefers a bed, your bed

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

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

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

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

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

•Anything that causes you pain

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

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

•Giving

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

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

•God he loves the taste of your pussy

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

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

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

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

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

•Everyday

•All the time

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

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

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

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

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

•He has a crazy amount of stamina

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

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

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

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

•Kyle is definitely a grunter

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

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

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

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

•Your personal Frankenstein is adorable

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

•6 1/2 inches

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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stormvanari · 9 months

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happy (non-speaking) debut day to these 9

#the owl house #coven heads #darius deamonne #raine whispers #eberwolf the huntsman #toh mason #hettie cutburn #adrian graye vernworth #toh osran #terra snapdragon #vitimir #ah yes the day i got into TOH and the beginning of a very long hyperfixation over these 9 #they eventually sparked the creation of my oc councils Primus and Titan’s #the former council (Primus) takes inspiration from the coven heads #anyways as the months go forward my attention focused on raine darius vitimir and adrian

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months

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Here's a prompt for you!

"I don't need you to be perfect! Just please, for once in your life, listen to me!"

Oooh I'm thinking Jasper for this one!!

____ Mama

Word Count: 2.5k Content Warnings: heavy argument, abusive parents, transphobia/deadnaming (NOT by Kyle don't worry there)

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Jasper did not enjoy visits with his mother.

There were the better sides to it - homecooked meals, the familiarity of the house, visiting his friends and neighbors that were all a hair too far from the city to visit regularly. It wasn't as though he wallowed in misery, on those recesses and holidays he spent away from Tulane.

But he didn't enjoy spending time with his mother. There were a lot of reasons why.

"I was thinking maybe I could take some of Dad's old records back with me," Jasper said, posing the question as casually as he could, "I've got a record player in my dorm."

"We have a record player here." his mother said, without even looking up from her novella. Jasper resisted the urge to sigh.

"I know, but-" he started, chewing the inside of his cheek, "I know you don't listen to them, since it's not your kind of music. But I like it. I think it could be nice to listen to when I study."

"Did I not buy you an iPod a few years ago?" she asked, the words undercut with a shiver of dark annoyance. Jasper felt every ripple of it. His mother raised an eyebrow. "Did you break it?"

"You did. And- no, it works fine. But records, um, records have a better sound, y'know? And they remind me of Dad." he continued, tumbling over his words under the weight of his mother's gaze, "I'll leave the country ones, and the CCR and the other ones you like. I just want the heavy stuff. He's got those Metallica records, the originals, and a whole bunch of Linkin Park, and even some stuff that's even heavier than that and I know you aren't listening to those ones anyway-"

"Jasmine Michelle."

Jasper fought hard to bite back his grimace. It never got easier to hear.

"You are not taking your father's records out of this house." his mother continued, her voice and emotions equally icy, "He left them here, and they'll stay here. This is the last time I'm having this discussion with you. And stop cutting your hair so short. You look ridiculous."

Ironic, considering she was sporting a pageboy cut herself. Jasper's buzz cut wasn't much farther removed from that, he thought. But it was harder to pretend he was still Mama's Little Girl when he refused to let his hair grow out, he figured. He wrung his fingers behind his back, squeezing until it hurt.

"I like it cut like this." he argued, fighting hard to summon his voice, "It's... better for derby."

"Is school going well? You're passing all your classes?"

Breezing on ahead. Like she hadn't even heard him. That, too, never got easier.

"Yes, mom." Jasper sighed, "It's going fine. I got an A on my anatomy midterm. My professor said only two percent of students actually manage to ace that-"

"And you've got friends? A boyfriend?"

Kyle's name sprung to his lips, but he bit it down. He didn't want his mother to know about that. It would only lead to more prying questions, which would lead to her wanting Kyle to visit, which would lead to... God knows what else.

"I've got friends," Jasper agreed - not a lie, but not the full truth, "With derby, and with nursing. There's even a- a guy in my history class who's really nice. We've had a couple study dates."

"Good." his mother replied. Her eyes flicked up and down Jasper's figure, and he realized he was shifting on his feet. Another shiver of cold annoyance wormed its way through his chest. Jasper forced himself to freeze, despite the way his body demanded movement. "Am I keeping you from something, Jasmine?"

"Jasper." he muttered under his breath, regretting it the instant it was past his mouth. The cold only deepened. He wanted to shiver.

"What was that?"

Jasper swallowed hard. It wouldn't get any better if he didn't stand up for himself. His mother had never been outright cruel about matters like this - she just didn't care. She didn't speak badly about him, didn't call him slurs or cast him out, but she also didn't make any effort at his name or pronouns. That was why he hadn't bothered correcting her. But if he started now, maybe she'd start to see how important it was do him. At the very least, he was done being walked over.

"It's my name. Jasper." he repeated, a little more strongly. His mother gave him a strange look. Emotions danced in his chest. He couldn't tell what they were, even which ones were his own.

"Your grandmother gave you that name. It's a family name. It belongs to you."

"It's- it's a beautiful name." he stammered, a bit of his confidence waning, "But it's not my name. My name is Jasper."

He could feel irritation beginning to brew, alongside a nebulous sort of confusion. He didn't know what to make of it. He decided to stand his ground.

"Mom, I-"

"Was I not good enough?" his mother blurted. Jasper blinked, confused at the question. His mother sighed - without his sense, he'd have assumed it was disappointment. And it was disappointment... but not towards him. Jasper's mother pressed her lips together, choosing her words. "Did I not raise you right? Should I have raised you as a boy?"

"You didn't know, Mom, it's- it's okay." he tried, "You didn't know, but now you do, and-"

"I'm sorry I wasn't a perfect mother to you. I'm sorry I did something wrong."

Funny how I'm sorry could sound so little like an apology. His mother had always been awfully good at casting blame. Casting blame, claiming all the sympathy in the room for herself, never letting another person speak their mind. It had taken Jasper a very long time to realize other people's parents weren't like that.

The only thing that kept Jasper from wilting was the anger stiffening his muscles. It didn't even need to be an argument. It didn't need to be about her. All it was was his fucking name. Basic decency. He'd thought she could look past her ego for that much.

"I don't need you to be perfect!" he blurted, though he winced at the way his voice cracked. He felt tears rising behind his eyes. "Just- please, for once in your life, listen to me!"

"I just want to understand what happened to my daughter!"

"I'm not your daughter!" he shouted, unable to help himself. Something sharp and surprised, verging on painful, darted through his chest. He could see it written all over his mother's face. Regret flooded him so intensely he almost couldn't breathe. "Mom, that's- that's not what I meant. I'm your child, I'll always be your kid, but I'm- I'm not your daughter."

He didn't know how a simple conversation about his dad's old records had spiraled out of control so fast. His heart beat so heavily he could hear the blood rushing in his ears.

His mother didn't speak. It was worse when she didn't. Finally, she let out a long-suffering sigh.

"Jasmine..."

"Jasper."

"Jasper." she echoed, with something like disdain coloring her voice, "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't..." Jasper mumbled, "I don't know."

Without another word, he turned and left the room.

With tears now freely streaming down his face, Jasper ducked into his dad's old office and sat down on the floor. Boxes of weathered LPs surrounded him, and dust motes caught the sunlight that streamed in from the windows.

He let out a shaking sigh, flipping through the records and watching the album art blur into smears of color past his tears. Really, he knew it was going to end like that. It was how his mother treated a lot of things - anything that didn't perfectly align with how she wanted the world to run, he thought. He'd known from the beginning that there were only two options for that conversation to end: she'd brush it aside, refuse to care, or she would flip it into a plea for sympathy.

But knowing and hoping were never really the same. He wanted things to have turned out right.

As if on some cosmic cue, Jasper's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his glimmer of annoyance melting into something a little softer when he saw Kyle's name on the screen.

How's the visit with your mom? Received 3:44 PM

Jasper huffed out a sharp breath, swiping a hand angrily across his eyes.

Bad Delivered 4:16 PM

Kyle's response came in hardly a moment later, accompanied by a brief flicker of concern behind Jasper's heart.

Want to talk abt it? Received 4:16 PM

No Delivered 4:16 PM

Just wish I was there with you Delivered 4:17 PM

Me too Received 4:17 PM

Jasper's fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he couldn't figure out what to say. Eventually he sighed and gave up, tucking his phone back into his pocket. It buzzed only a minute or two later.

He opened the message and found a picture of a dog - a puppy, either an Australian shepherd or something similar, snapping at a cluster of fallen leaves dropped by a hand just barely in frame. It succeeded in coaxing a smile from him, albeit a faint one.

Neighbors got a new puppy Received 4:19 PM

His name is Ferdinand Received 4:19 PM

The texts were closely followed by a video, slightly warped and blurry from being sent over text, but still clear enough. It showed Ferdinand prancing after a tossed Frisbee, moving in that rambunctious but not-quite-graceful puppy way. Kyle wasn't in the frame, but his voice cheered out from behind the camera.

He's really cute Delivered 4:21 PM

Kyle responded with another picture, this one clearly a flub of what was supposed to be a posed shot. Kyle was crouched beside the dog, one arm around its fluffy back- but Ferdinand had jumped up onto his knee and was stretching to lick his face. The picture showed Kyle mid-laugh, both of them slightly blurry. It got a wider smile from Jasper, and his fingers danced across his phone screen.

Not as cute as you are though Delivered 4:22 PM

He felt a flicker of soda-pop amusement bubble through his chest, accompanied by something warm and comforting. He'd always been grateful for his odd little link with Kyle, but now more than ever. At least he had someone on his side - someone who'd never doubted, never faltered, never questioned even when he still didn't understand.

Jasper let out a low sigh, forcing himself to exhale his lingering emotions. His fingers itched for movement, and he found himself flipping again through the box of old records. He'd seen them all before, knew his well-worn favorites and those he always skipped past. But this time he paused, stalling on the image of a night sky overlaid by a silver longsword. Despite everything, it made him smile. He reached for his phone and snagged a quick picture.

Look what i found in my dad's old records Delivered 4:25 PM

Kyle responded almost immediately, a bloom of warmth filling Jasper's chest just as the message went through.

Toto!! Received 4:25 PM

Give it a listen for me :) Received 4:25 PM

Jasper managed a fragment of a smile. Broken, shattered, but... almost there.

I will Delivered 4:26 PM

He blew dust off the record, flipped it over and scanned the list of songs, anything to occupy his hands or his mind. Jasper briefly glanced at the record player on the bookshelf, just as worn and dusty as the record itself.

No. He'd do one better.

He was taking this one with him. Not all of them, not even the heavy rock he'd promised, just this one. His mother wouldn't even notice the loss. There had to be a hundred records in his dad's collection. Even Jasper couldn't list them all.

She wouldn't even notice it was gone. And Jasper would hang onto a little piece of his dad's heart.

Before he even realized it, his fingers were dancing across his phone again.

Would it be easier if I was a girl? Delivered 4:33 PM

Brief pause. Uncertainty, mild confusion, swirled through Jasper's chest like bubbles in a lava lamp.

Would what be easier? Received 4:33 PM

Us Delivered 4:34 PM

Idk Delivered 4:34 PM

Dating me Delivered 4:34 PM

Another brief pause. Another uneasy drift of confusion, this one tinged with cool blue concern. There was something else there too, something Jasper had learned to identify as longing. Kyle wished he was there, that they could talk face-to-face, that he could mend whatever wrongs he could clearly sense that Jasper was struggling with.

The response went through a moment later.

Are you a girl right now? Received 4:35 PM

No Delivered 4:35 PM

Then no Received 4:35 PM

I like you better when you're being yourself Received 4:35 PM

Jasper almost sighed with relief. There was no waver in Kyle's sincerity. Not that there ever really was. It made things better, though doubt and hatred still prickled across his skin.

But would it be easier Delivered 4:37 PM

There was a longer pause, like Kyle was choosing how to respond. Jasper hardly moved, staring at the phone in his hands and the album in his lap.

Maybe Received 4:39 PM

Technically I guess Received 4:39 PM

But I don't want it to be easier like that. I want you to be happy w who you are. Even if it means we have to deal with bible belt bullshit sometimes. I love you Jazz Received 4:40 PM

Jasper's fingers twitched across the little keyboard, typing out another message.

Are you sure?

But he shook his head and deleted it. He knew Kyle was sure. He could sense it as well and clearly as he could feel his own heartbeat. He couldn't have doubted Kyle if he tried. Sometimes his sense really was a lovely thing.

In the silence that followed as Jasper failed to respond, his phone buzzed again in his hand. He glanced down at it.

And hey just think next year we'll have our own apartment. Won't have to leave on the breaks Received 4:42 PM

Eight more months Jazz Received 4:42 PM

Hang in there Received 4:42 PM

Love you <3 Received 4:43 PM

Jasper forced himself to take in a long breath and let it out, nearly coughing as he inhaled more dust than air. Kyle was right. Just a few more months of this, and then they'd have their own place in the city. A safe place. No more judgement, no more invasive questions, no more abuses of privacy and hands where they didn't belong. They'd both be safe.

Eight more months. A few more weekends, one more holiday break, one more summer. Then it would be just him and Kyle. Then... all of this would be a little easier.

He could make it through eight more months.

I know Delivered 4:45 PM

Hanging in there Delivered 4:45 PM

Love you too <3 Delivered 4:45 PM

#fun fact mama is both an mcr song (for jasper) and a song on toto's first album ;)#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #my writing #oneshot #ficlet #angst #tw transphobes #tw homophobia #ahs coven #kyle spencer #oc x canon

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gredandforgeweatherby · 2 years

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Coven pt. 2

p. 1

Bitchcraft

Summary: Sadie and Kyle meet.

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: Typical AHS warnings, probably ooc Frat!Kyle, swearing, mentions of being Drugged, and implications of Rape. If you've seen Coven you know what I'm talking about but seriously, please read this part with caution!!

Authors Note: They finally meet<<<<3 They are my babies. And this is not the whole episode, it is only up to the frat party and the... ya know.

A scream is what caught Sadie’s attention.

Miss Robichaux’s had been too quiet for the past two hours, as there was never more than an hour and a half—and that’s pushing it—where someone didn’t cause some sort of uproar. Usually Madison, screaming about something not going her way or insulting Queenie and Nan.

Dragging herself up out of bed and down the stairs, she went to find the source of the scream. Making her way into the Ancestors Room, she realized why it had been so quiet. The scene in front of her could have been quite funny if she had not felt so bad for the new girl and if it wasn’t so obvious that Madison was the ringleader behind this little “initiation”.

“Holy shit… are you…?”

“Yep. Madison Montgomery. Moviestar.” Sadie rolled her eyes at this, standing out of the way in the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest.

Ripping off her mask, Queenie couldn’t help but pull a jab at Madison.

“Movie star? Shit, when was the last time you made a movie?”

“When's the last time you said no to a porkchop?”

“Bitch the only reason you’re still famous is because you keep flashing that crotch on TMZ.”

Interrupting the bickering was Nan taking off her mask to talk to the girl on the table.

“We weren’t gonna kill you. I’m Nan. Hi.”

Looking between the three with still slightly scared and bewildered eyes, the girl was finally able to introduce herself.

“Zoe.”

“Queenie.”

“So bored now.” Madison responded, rolling her eyes.

“So… is this everyone?” Zoe asked.

“That’s how you guys decide to greet the new girl? By scaring the shit out of her and making her think you were gonna sacrifice her? Come on, at least make it a bit more original.” Sadie had finally spoken up, seeing an opening in the lull of the conversation between the four girls.

“Shit girl, how long have you been there?” Queenie asked.

“Long enough to know you scared the poor girl half to death.” She looked over at Zoe. “I’m Sadie, by the way.”

Before Sadie could continue, she heard someone coming up behind her and moved out of the way of the door.

“Cordelia Foxx. Headmistress.” Cordelia announced, standing in the same place Sadie had seconds before, looking right at Zoe. “All right girls, there’s a van full of groceries in the driveway that needs unloading. I’ll show Zoe to her room, then we’ll meet for mid-day gathering. Let’s go.”

The group dispersed, with Madison dropping her mask and cloak on the ground of the Ancestors room before leaving to get the groceries.

Sadie was next to Nan when she asked her, “How come you guys didn’t ask me to be a part of your little sacrifice?” And although she had asked Nan, Madison was the one who had answered

“Because we wanted it to be fun, and you take the fun out of it. Seriously, it’s like hanging out with our depressed mom all the time.” Madison walked away, grabbing the lightest bags out of the van.

Sadie had a slightly bemused look on her face before replying. “I’m only two years older than you guys!”

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Mid-day gathering had passed, as had the hours between that and dinner. The five of Miss Robichauex’s wards found themselves sitting at the dining table. Sadie was sat next to Nan, waiting for Spalding to come and serve them their dinner. Spalding was serving each girl their bowl, though when he got to Madison, she couldn’t help but to make a comment.

“Hey Jeeves. Can I get some iceberg lettuce with some blue cheese?”

Queenie jumped in, “Girl, be nice to Spalding. Poor bastards got no tongue.”

“Is that true Jeeevs? Did you use that tongue for something wicked? Or maybe you suck at going down.”

At this comment, Spalding slammed Zoe’s bowl of soup in front of her while glaring at Madison. He began to leave when Madison just couldn’t resist further provoking him.

“Aw come on, Jeeves! Show us your stub! Maybe we could put it to use!”

“Madison,’” Sadie scolded Madison, “that’s enough, leave the poor man alone.”

Madison rolled her eyes at Sadie, mumbling a ‘whatever mom’ under her breath, though everyone at the table head it. She then directed her attention to Zoe.

“So New Girl, what are you in for?”

“Her boyfriend.” Nan answered before Zoe could, earning a light slap on her arm from Sadie. “Stop that Nan.” She whispered.

“Girl, shut up before you get your ass in trouble.” Queenie told her.

Madison continued, “Did you kill him?”

“No, it was an accident.” Zoe responded, probably wishing to be talking about anything other than this.

“It was an accident Zoe. And you will find love again. A strange and unexpected love.” Nan told her.

“Nan seriously, shut up.”

“Let’s hear about this gory accident. And don’t spare any of the details.”

Instead of Zoe talking about herself, she turned the conversation onto Madison. “Why are you here?” She asked.

“She killed a guy but tries to say she didn’t and that she's being scapegoated.” Sadie jumps in, looking between Zoe and Madison.

“My manager staged an intervention,” Madison said, acting like Sadie hadn’t said anything at all. “Ever since my drunk and disorderly, I get blamed for all kinds of shit I didn’t do.”

“But you did do it. You killed that man—“

“Girl are you deaf or just stupid?” Queenie interrupted Nan, at the same time Madison said,

“I get it bitch, you’re clairvoyant.” She turned to Zoe. “Wanna know what happened?”

Madison tells Zoe the story the others have heard multiple times already, closing it out with, “The light hit him just fine.”

“All he said was ‘hit your mark’. Why don’t you do the world a favor and take an acting class? You D-list botox bimbo—” Before Queenie could finish her insult, Madison had flicked her wrist, sending Queenie’s bowl of soup all over her shirt and lap. In response, Queenie picked a fork off the table and stabbed it into her hand. Madison began screaming, looking at her hand. Queenie jerked the fork back in forth in her hand to torture Madison, with Madison beggining to writhe in her chair.

“Queenie stop!”

“Stop what? I don’t feel anything, I’m a human voodoo doll.” Queenie was still jerking the fork in her hand.

“Queenie, stop you’re gonna get in trouble!” Nan stood up and tried to pry the fork out of Queenie’s hand, which she was unsuccessful with. Sadie stood after Nan and took her place. Prying the fork out of Queenie’s hand, she yelled, “Enough! Queenie stop! Calm down, go talk a walk. Bring Nan with you.”

Muttering under her breath, Queenie angrily walked out of the dining room, Nan shortly behind her. Sadie put the fork down on the table and sat back in her seat.

“Well, that was disturbing. Given the choice around here, I guess you’re my new best friend,” Madison looked at her phone before looking back towards Zoe. “Do you own any clothes that don’t come from the Gap?” Madison directed her attention towards Zoe, pretending like Sadie wasn’t there.

Zoe looked at Madison through her peripheral,sounding disinterested, “Not really,” before turning fully towards her, “why?”

“I’ll let you borrow something of mine then. Frat Party. Just came up on my twitter feed.”

Madison got up and left. Zoe looked back, making sure she was out of hearing range before turning to Sadie.

“She’s gonna make me go to that no matter what, won’t she?”

Sadie heaved a sigh while nodding. “Unfortunately. Seeing as though Madison doesn’t like Queenie and Nan and too ‘mom’ for her, she’s set her sights on you”

Zoe’s face scrunched in confusion. “Too… mom for her?”

Sadie nodded. “She said doing things with me is like being around her depressed mom constantly.”

Zoe lightly nodded, looking lost in her thoughts for a second. She looked back up at Sadie.

“Will you come with us?”

Sadie flashed a small smile before whispering an almost inaudible 'sure'. Once she said yes, Zoe bade goodnight to her, before returning to her bedroom, leaving Sadie alone at the dinner table, just beginning to eat her meal.

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Arriving at the party, the crowd parted like the Red Sea once they saw that the Madison Montgomery was at this party. Moving through the crowd a few steps behind her, Sadie and Zoe could hear people whisper in astonishment.

Across the room, three boys stand off to the side, watching in excitement.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. That’s prize tuna right there.” The tallest of the three said, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

“She’s way outta your league.” The blonde one stated matter of factly.

The tallest one spoke again, “Can’t get a bite if you don’t dangle your bait in the water.” He and the other brunette walked away, leaving the blonde by himself.

Madison was swept away by a girl offering to get her a drink, leaving Zoe and Sadie at the entrance. Zoe looked uncomfortable, twiddling her hands together and glancing around. Sadie put her hand on her shoulder, gaining her attention, and asked if she was okay.

“Yeah,” Zoe replied, “I’m just… I think I’m gonna get a drink. Try to relax a bit.”

Sadie nodded. “Just be carful. And call me or come find me if anything happens okay?”

Zoe nodded in understanding before making her way through the crowd, leaving Sadie by herself. She began to walk through the party, trying to find a slightly less crowded area, though that seemed to not exist. Looking around, she locked eyes with a blonde boy for a second, giving him a shy smile before looking away. She wandered around a bit more, before she heard a voice behind her.

“Thoguht you looked thirsty.”

Turning, Sadie found a blonde boy offering her a drink.

“You know my parents always told me to never take a drink from someone at a party. Who knows what they could’ve put in that shit.”

The boy smiled.

“Well, I’m Kyle. And you are…” He trailed off, waiting for Sadie to introduce herself.

“Sadie.”

“Sadie, nice to meet you. See, we’re no longer strangers, so if I was right and you’re thirsty, you are safe to take this drink, I promise. I’ll even take a sip of it, if you’d like.”

Sadie hesitantly took the drink, still not intending to drink from it, even though the boy seemed nice. She was trying to think of something to say when it finally registered that he was weaning a shirt with frat letters on it.

“Frat boy? I think all frats are full of fascists. I bet your family’s part of the one percent.”

“I don’t mind being reduced to a stereotype, but I’m on scholarship. My mom lives in the Ninth Ward. That’s all the way on the other side of the tracks. Besides, didn’t you come here with a movie star?

Sadie smiled, nodding and looking down before meeting Kyle’s eyes again.

“I came here for Zoe, but seeing as she left me, I guess I was just one of Madison’s accessories. You know, someone average to make her look better.”

Kyle shook his head.

“You are no where near average. Trust me, she doesn’t have a chance standing next to you.”

He’s charming. Sadie thought.

“So what about you?” He asks. “You go to school?”

Sadie laughed lightly. “A finishing school.”

“A finishing school?”

Sadie nodded. “Yup. Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. It’d be totally normal if we were living in the nineteenth century.”

They laughed.

Just as Kyle opened his mouth to say something, a panicked Zoe came up to Sadie.

“Zoe? What’s wrong?”

“Have you seen Madison?” She asked.

“No.” Sadie shook her head.

Zoe’s panic increased. “I can’t find her.”

Turning her body more towards Zoe, Sadie once again laid her hand upon her should, hoping she could help calm her down. “Okay, come on, I’ll help look for her.”

She handed her drink back to Kyle’s outstretched hand before leaving. Her and Zoe searched the rooms for Madison, looking everywhere. After what seemed like an hour, Sadie is met with the familiar face of Kyle.

“We can’t find her anywhere.”

His brows furrowed. “You think she ditched you?” He paused. “I’ll look around upstairs, hold on.” He pushed past Sadie, Zoe joining her side. After a few more minutes of searching downstairs, and Kyle not coming back, Sadie and Zoe ventured upstairs. Hearing boys yelling, they followed the sound.

“What the hell!” Sadie yelled. Stepping in, Sadie and Zoe rushed to Madison while Kyle and the boy were fighting over a phone. The brunette ran out, Kyle chasing after him. While Zoe was attending to Madison, Sadie followed the boys to the threshold of the room, following the chase with her eyes before turning back to the girls.

“Shit Madison did they give you something?” Zoe asked.

Sadie gently grabbed Madison’s face in her hands, directing her head towards her. “Madison, hey Madison can you look at me? Can you tell me what they gave you?”

All Madison did was groan, too out of it still. Dropping her hands, Sadie looked at Zoe. “Take care of her and get her out of here. I’ll be back okay? They’re not getting away with this.” Sadie left Zoe and Madison, trying to find the exit. She eventually did, running out the door to hopefully catch the fraternity’s bus. The bus had just begun pulling away by the time she got there, leaving her to yell at them to try and get them to stop, even though she didn’t think they would. The bus was getting away by the time Zoe and Madison had got to her, the three of them watching the bus leave.

“Fuck.” Sadie exclaimed, exasperated.

The bus suddenly flipped, rolling a few times before coming to a stop. Sadie looks over at Madison, seeing her with her arm outstretched, before looking back to the wreck. The people loitering outside had finally begun to pay attention, some screaming and running for help. Madison begins to walk back toward the house before Sadie stopped her.

“Come on. We need to go back to the academy.”

@divineruler

#ahs #american horror story #ahs coven #american horror story coven #evan peters #taissa farmiga #sarah paulson #emma roberts #kyle spencer #zoe benson #madison montgomery #cordelia foxx #evan peters x reader #kyler spencer x oc #ahs fanfic

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 1 year

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Does Layla's father ever come back?

Unfortunately yes, post the events of season 3.

#how soon is now #layla bradshaw #ahs coven #oc

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juicycoutureheaux · 2 years

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Both Sides Now

Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader

AHS: Coven X Resident Evil Crossover

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Woah! We're halfway through the story! I just want to thank my readers for hanging in there! I'm thinking of possibly publishing another story after this one as well. We'll see! lol I also want to thank my dear friend who inspired me to write this fic @Stagetrinity! she has some awesome works as well and you should totally check her out!

Xoxoxo Coutureheaux

Chapter: 1 Chapter: 2 Chapter: 3 Chapter: 4 Chapter:5

Summary: Reader has been on Captain Redfield’s team for a while now and seems to have a close bond with the captain. During a recon mission gone awry, the two get split up from the rest of the team and the captain is faced with a difficult decision. Takes place Pre-Resident evil 6.

Chapter 3: Outsider

Y/N and Chris had reached the innermost section of the facility.

“Captain Redfield, L/N come in.” you heard the static-y call of your radios.

Chris picked his radio up and responded “This is Captain Redfield, L/N and I have come across the main lab of the facility. We will request back up if needed.”

“Captain we’re receiving some readings for unusual activity on the base, it’s recommended you turn back now.” The man on the speaker sounded nervous.

Chris rolled his eyes, “Isn’t that what we’re here for?” he grumbled. You turned to him.

“I trust your judgment Captain, if you feel like we’re good to take this on ourselves, I’ll stay.”

Chris clenched his jaw, he didn’t deserve her trust. His mind wandered to Jill again and the day he lost her. They were supposed to go back too, he couldn’t risk ruining another life.

“Y/N, I think it’s best we leave.” Chris said reluctantly. Y/N’s heart dropped into her feet. She wanted to know what Dr. Sutherland needed to move on; no, she needed to know. He had a family and a partner waiting back home suffering, and she didn’t want him stuck here in this awful place for all eternity.

Just as Chris was turning to leave, the metal safety doors leading back to the entry point slammed shut, leaving you no where to go, but further into the facility.

You instinctively moved closer to Chris. You took this time to scope out your surroundings. There were testing pods that once contained some kind of B.O.W.,the monsters that were once inside were no longer there. You couldn’t decide in the circumstance if that was a good or bad thing.

Chris picked up his radio. “Redfield to Nivans, do you copy?” There was silence followed by the static-y call of the radio. “Go for Nivans.” “We are unable to retreat the way we came, is there another exit on the plans?” he said calmly. He didn’t want to freak Y/N out and cause a panic.

“Looks like there is an exit located further in the facility, however no team has been that far in. Proceed with caution if you have to, we’re sending backup now to get you out of there.”

“10-4.” Chris ended the call.

You looked at him nervously, “How should we proceed, captain?”

Chris let out his breath he didn’t realize he was holding and ran his fingers through his short hair.

“One thing I have learned is: if there’s a way out we should take it. Waiting around could potentially put us in danger,” he said.

You were relieved, although it wasn’t ideal; maybe you could find more information on Dr. Sutherland in the meantime.

You started to make your way through the corridors of the facility, and as if on cue, Parker re-appeared. He looked more like the man in the photograph this time, he was pale and his eyes were sunken in, but at least he wasn’t torn to shreds.

You tried communicating with him telepathically; you had known more experienced clairvoyants with the ability, why not try yourself?

“Parker, it’s good to see you again.” you started with.

Parker seemed shocked and spoke aloud. “You know what’s funny is, when I was alive I would have insisted people like you were insane; but I'm now thankful you exist.”

You had to stop yourself from smiling, Captain may have been ahead of you fiddling with the map; but if he had seen you smiling and nodding, he may have thought you had finally lost it.

“If you don’t get out of here fast they’re going to kill you.” He said bluntly.

You felt a chill down your spine. “Parker, who are they?”

“My bosses. Who I was actually working for anyway.” he stated solemnly. “I thought I was developing groundbreaking treatment for chronic illness, turns out I was actually creating monsters.” He then started to get angry. “Which they used to murder me when I found the documents I wasn’t meant to see. I’m the reason you BSAA agents are here.” His anger turned to sadness. “It’s too late for me though; but please, you have to make sure Ben’s going to be safe.”

“Ben? Is that the other man in the picture you showed me?” Tears started to fall from Parker’s eyes. “Please, I don’t care what they did to me. You need to protect Ben, he has so much to live for.” He said between sobs. You were heartbroken for Parker; yes he was dead, but you very well could save his partner from the same fate. You clenched your jaw.

Those sick bastards were creating what you and your sisters had naturally. You wanted to take every single one of them out, but you couldn’t achieve that goal if you were dead yourself.

You were snapped out of your thoughts, when you felt someone had restrained you from behind. You tried kicking and escaping their grasp, but it was useless. It didn’t take long for you to realize these were the bosses that Parker was talking about.

#chris redfield x reader #ahs coven #chris redfield #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #crossover #reader is clairvoyant #clichê #ocs #tw: violence #tw: death #piers nivans

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wakeofvultures · 1 year

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Chapter 7 of my very niche, not-quite-historically-accurate Volturi OC Twilight fic is out after not updating it for 4-ish months!

This chapter is basically a calm before the storm. Myrtis chatting and being an angsty 15 year-old who can predict death and was recently turned into a vampire a few days ago.

(One day I will crawl my way out of 898 BCE...)

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xocrown05 · 1 year

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Discord AHS Coven Roleplay

Heyyy!! If you guys are interested in joining our first generation of COVEN which is made up of original characters and interesting storylines feel free to add my discord below, Im just a member helping out the owner. They plan to launch soon My Discord: xocrown#0417

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lexicorp · 2 years

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"Demon"

Theo kinda broke in the rp, they hate the thought of others seeing them as nothing but a feral beast and at the same time fear becoming that

They were initially upset about a different development involving absinthe joining the coven, but it brought out other buried emotions when Nya got involved, causing them to loose control

Basilisk boi wishing they were never one at all

#you feel your sins crawling on your back #basilisk #oc #toh oc #the owl house #emperors coven #toh #ah yes some good ol trauma

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nepowarlock · 3 months

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🔥 OPEN 🔥

"I just have a hard time trusting other witches that aren't my family. My mother she trusted a coven of them and they betrayed her more than once." Micah said with a shrug. "Please don't take offence. It's nothing against you."

#{ ic }#{ v ; main }#open rp #indie horror rp #indie oc rp #indie oc #indie ahs rp #indie rp #indie ahs coven rp #indie witch rp #indie coven rp #{ open starter }

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lizziejlovesu · 3 months

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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐂 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴊᴀɴᴇ ᴅᴇᴀɴ

ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ

ᴋᴀᴛᴇ ᴅɪᴀʙʟᴏ

ᴄᴀʟʟᴜᴍ ʟᴀɴɢᴅᴏɴ

ᴄʜʀɪssʏ ᴅᴜᴋᴇ

ᴄᴀssɪᴇʟʟᴇ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴ

ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴ

#american horror story ocs #oc masterlist #ahs oc #freakshow #murder house #apocalypse #coven #oc: jane dean #oc: carrie white #oc: kate diablo #oc: callum langdon #oc: chrissy duke #oc: cassielle harmon #oc: wednesday harmon

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stormvanari · 2 months

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lo and behold, a bunch of owl house (and aus, but mostly oc) art

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months

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little prompt for you if you like: "is that my sweater?"

Awww thank you! I'm thinking this will be really cute for Kyle and Jasper.

____ Undone

Word Count: 1.1k Content Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mild suggestive content

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Jasper's key clicked in the lock, and they pushed the door to their apartment open. The squeak in the hinge was gone - Kyle must have finally gotten tired of it and attacked it with some WD-40 earlier today. They stuck out a foot, keeping Ruff from barreling out the door. For a dog that barely weighed fifteen pounds and spent most of his life lounging in the sunshine, he certainly seemed to think he had a chance of making a break for it.

They scooped the dachshund up and laughed as he wriggled around to lick their face. Jasper readjusted their grip on the dog to give him a scratch behind his floppy ears.

"Hey, Jazz," Kyle called out from some other corner of the apartment, "How was work?"

"Fine!" Jasper called back, gently setting Ruff N' Tumble back down as they spoke. The dog went trundling off into the kitchen, following the sound of Kyle's voice and the vague promise of food scraps. Jasper followed, shrugging off their jacket as they passed the coat rack. "Kind of tiring, I guess. Lot of bee stings. Apparently there was this office picnic out by Audobon Park and there was a hive in one of the gazebos. One of the bees got caught in a lady's purse and flew around the ER for a while... freaked a lot of people out, so..."

They finally reached the kitchen and found Kyle hard at work chopping vegetables. There was a pot of broth on the stove, and he paused just long enough to readjust the burner before returning to his carrots and onions. Ruff stood at his feet, paws tip-tapping eagerly against the tile floor. Kyle glanced down, then not-so-subtly nudged a baby carrot off his cutting board with the flat of his knife.

"Oops." he deadpanned, a lopsided smile pulling at his lips as Ruff snapped it up.

"How was your day, babe?"

"Eh. Fine. Finally got that project sent in." Kyle answered, then set down his chef's knife to pull Jasper into a brief kiss. He pulled back just a moment later, shrugging at he rubbed at one of the scars on his wrists. "Humidity's got me all itchy, though. So that's been fun."

Jasper reached out and ran their hand over the space where his shoulder met his back - one of the places where he couldn't quite reach the scars without all sorts of awkward contortions. Kyle groaned faintly and leaned into the touch, and Jasper wondered how long that spot had been bothering him.

"Here." he said, reaching to grab a spoon and dipping it into the broth, "Taste this."

Jasper obliged, though the broth was so hot they burned the roof of their mouth. Kyle winced in apology as he tossed the spoon back into the sink.

"It's good." they said, once the heat had died down enough for them to actually taste it, "Homemade ramen?"

"Mm-hm. I got the recipe online. Figured we could try it out."

"Do I have time to shower before it's ready?"

"Oh, yeah. The carrots will take a few minutes to cook," Kyle said, then gestured at a pile of green vegetables, "And... whatever this is."

"Bok choy?"

"Right," he agreed with a shrug, tossing the vegetables into the broth, "But you've got time."

"You're the best." Jasper sighed, leaning faintly into his side before drawing back. Ruff followed them for just a few steps before giving up, deciding that the chance of more baby carrots trumped the opportunity for belly rubs as Jasper made their way into the bedroom.

There were few things that helped a bad day more than a good hot shower. Jasper did their best to keep it brief, not wanting to delay dinner, but they could feel the lingering sludge of emotion from the ER melting away under the spray of water.

"Is that my sweater?" Kyle asked when they slipped back into the kitchen ten minutes later. His eyes raked up and down their figure openly, and Jasper bit their cheek to hold back a smile. They burrowed a little deeper into the garment - indeed, one of Kyle's old fraternity sweatshirts, washed and worn down to comfortable softness.

"Do you want me to take it off?"

Kyle raised his eyebrows, a half-smile pulling at his lips.

"Only if you're not wearing anything underneath," he said, dark eyes sparking as he bared them a cheeky grin. Jasper felt themself flush but didn't back down.

"What about dinner?"

"We've still got time," Kyle protested, coming up behind them and wrapping his arms around their waist. His hands snuck under the hem of their sweatshirt and traveled up, palms warm as he traced the expanse of their skin. After a moment, he let out a low breath and ducked his head to whisper in Jasper's ear. "Mm. I was right."

He'd struggled with touch for a long time. After he was first brought back, he'd hardly let himself touch them at all - as Jasper learned later, once he'd gotten his words back, he'd felt uncomfortable with the idea that it was technically someone else's hands doing the touching, what with all the splicing and grafting the witches had put him through. Jasper had reassured him, time and time again, that they didn't care and had always seen him as Kyle, but... still, it had taken a long time for him to bounce back from that. Even recently, he was hesitant with intimacy in a way he'd never really been before.

Kyle tightened his grip, pulling Jasper back against his chest, and pressed his lips to the underside of their jaw. Jasper let out a low sigh, stifling a shiver of pleasure.

And from the kitchen, a timer beeped.

Kyle muttered a low swear, his breath tickling Jasper's neck.

"That would be our dinner." he sighed, "Perfect timing."

He leaned in and pressed one more kiss to Jasper's throat, then gently unwound his arms and stepped back. Jasper didn't let him get far. They spun around and caught the lapel of his shirt, tugging him down into a deeper kiss. Kyle hummed, low and rough in his throat, and chased them as they began to pull back. Jasper reached up and ran their fingers through his mess of wild curls, drawing another low noise from him.

"To be continued," they promised, giving his hair a faint tug for emphasis. Kyle let out a sharp breath, visibly steadying himself.

"To be continued."

#me feeling so clever with the title since undone is “the sweater song” lol #my friends!!!#answered asks #my writing #my ocs #jasper wilson #ficlet #oneshot #tw suggestive #established relationship #fluff #mild suggestive content #ahs coven #kyle spencer #oc x canon

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gredandforgeweatherby · 1 year

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Coven pt. 3

Pt.1 Pt. 2

The aftermath

Summary: The aftermath of the bus flip

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Talks of rape, swearing, injuries from an accident, not really proofread

A/N: I wrote this literally in an hour because I was writing my other fic and really wanted to work on this.

Sadie had not slept at all. Her mind was too full of the events that took place that night. She couldn’t believe she let that happen. Of course, some disgusting frat boys would try to take advantage of Madison, why didn’t she think to keep a closer eye on her? She’s lucky Zoe was okay, she wouldn’t be able to handle it if something had happened to both of them on the same night. She shouldn’t have stayed and talked to Kyle—nice as he was—she should have excused herself back into the crowd, maybe she would have seen who was going off with Madison and been able to stop it.

And the crash. If you could even call it that, it was more of a catastrophic event. She understood why Madison had done it, but still felt bad for the few on the bus who were innocent. She kept thinking about Kyle, hoping that he had somehow survived the bus flip, though she didn’t feel confident that anyone would have.

Morning arrived at both the speed of light and the speed of a snail. Sadie got out of bed exhausted once she heard rustling and movement around the kitchen. She made her way down to the kitchen, where she found Nan and Queenie sitting at the table, their eyes glued to the TV, and Zoe standing next to Nan, her eyes on the same place as theirs. The voice of the newscaster filled Sadie’s ears.

“The Louisiana campus is still in shock over the tragic bus crash last night, nine members of the fraternity Kappa Lambda Gamma were on board. Seven of the boys died on the scene. Two were rushed to Troost Medical Center where they remain in critical condition.”

Sadie and Zoe looked at each other, shock and horror written on their faces. Madison walked in while the newscaster continued.

“Authorities will not confirm the identities of the deceased—”

Madison turned the TV off, leaving on the counter

“Hey, I was watching that!” Nan exclaimed.

“Why? it‘s yesterday's news. We got any Greek yogurt?” Madison turns and picks at a fruit platter, where Zoe and Sadie join her.

“We have to tell somebody what happened. They weren’t all in that room. The one I met—Ian—he wasn’t involved, wasn’t even aware of it. And he was on that bus—

“So was Kyle,” Sadie interrupted Zoe, “Who wasn’t there either. He was with me the whole time. He tried to stop it and chased after the guy who had recorded it Madison.”

Madison barely looked at them, still picking at the plate of fruit in front of her, when she replied.

“So what?”

“So,” Sadie said, aggregation from her bitchy tone settling in, “some of them were innocent, good guys with their whole lives ahead of them and you took that away. I understand some did something awful to you, and trust me I want them to be punished, but—”

Before Sadie could continue, someone walked in.

“What are we talking about?”

All eyes in the room turned to her, not noticing her presence before she spoke.

“The college boys? Taken in the prime of their lives. Such a tragedy,” She seemed to look pointedly at Madison when she spoke next. “It almost makes you want to cry, doesn’t it? I guess the world’s not going to miss a bunch of assholes in Ed Hardy T-shirts.”

In her typical blunt style, Madison questioned her.

“Who the hell are you?”

She didn’t acknowledge Madison’s question, instead continuing as if she was never interrupted.

“I’ve got to hand it to you. A bus flip? Not easy. But you were a sloppy, little witch bitch. And sloppy's going to put us all in jeopardy.”

“Go to hell, you stupid hag.”

Suddenly, the woman flicked her wrist at Madison, sending her into the air and crashing into the wall before falling back to the floor. The four other witches in the room looked on, shocked at what had just happened.

“I’ve read all of your files. You’re not going to become great women of our clan sitting around here at Hogwarts under the confused instruction of my daughter.”

It then clicked who this woman was to Sadie.

“You’re the Supreme?” She asked surprised, not expecting her to be the most powerful witch of the coven.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she looked at the girls and said, “We’re going on a field trip. Wear something black.” Then left the room.

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While the other four joined the Supreme on her little excursion, Sadie stayed back. After hearing the news of two of the boys being at the hospital, she decided she would pay them a little visit. See wanted to see who was lucky enough to survive Madison’s wrath.

She arrived at Troost Memorial Center contemplating how she was going to go about her plan. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get in their room, not only was she not family but they wouldn’t let her in while they were in critical condition. She instead decide she would loiter around, coming across their room by sheer luck, and enter it when no one was looking.

Miraculously her plan worked.

She had seen a messy mop of blonde hair through a blinded window. Hoping that it was Kyle’s, she waited until she was sure the coast was clear before entering the room. Sure enough, Kyle was there.

He was much less bright than he was the night before, in all senses of the word. His skin seemed dull and grey, where the night before it was glowing. His hair was uncombed and a mess, a great juxtaposition to the neat blonde locks she had seen on him the night before. He lay in bed, his eyes closed, with a large brace over his neck. His face had cuts of various sizes with bandages covering them, and she could see part of a bandage peeking out from under his hair. He had a cast on his left arm, as well as his left leg. He was so different. No, she didn’t know him, but from last night he seemed so jubilant. He had the cutest smile that would light up the whole town and the most beautiful chocolate-hued eyes. He seemed so full of life, he was funny, and he probably had a whole life of excellence ahead of him. And now, his future was so uncertain.

As Sadie stood there, felt as though someone dropped a weight on her chest. It was difficult for her to breathe, and tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

He didn’t deserve this.

She left Kyle’s side to go to the other bed, wanting to see who else survived, though she didn’t recognize who he was. She went back to Kyle, this time standing next to his bed. It was hard to look at him. He looked so peaceful asleep, yet she was sure he would be feeling anything but. With the tears falling from her eyes she leaned in a bit and whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, wiping her tears before they could fall on him. “You didn’t deserve this.”

She decided she had been there too long, afraid someone was going to come into the room. She took one last fleeting look at Kyle and left for the academy.

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When she returned to the academy, she was met with only Nan, Queenie, and Madison. Noticing Zoe’s absence, she asked where she was.

“She didn’t tell us where she was going, just left.” Said Nan.

While the girls were at the academy, Zoe was at Troost Medical Center, just barely an hour after Sadie left. She wandered the halls, wondering how she was going to find Ian. She noticed a group of somber college students leaving their room and slipped in after them.

She first saw the boy Sadie was with, before walking further into the room, hoping to find Ian

“Please be Ian, please, please, please let it be Ian..” She whispered to herself as she approached the separation curtain. She moved the curtain to not see Ian, but instead Brenner, the boy who led the attack on Madison. Tears welling in her eyes, she moves closer to the bed, looking down at him.

“It should have been you asshole.”

She turns to leave, then pauses, looking back at Brenner. She made her way back to Brenner's bed, once again looking down at him. This time instead of anger mingled with sadness, it was anger mingled with a vengeance.

She reached under the covers, masturbating him. Climbing over his legs to staddle him, she guided him inside her. His eyes began to open, barely registering what was happening, before they started filling with blood. Soon, every orifice began bleeding, the machines he was attached to beeping wildly. She speeds up, knowing help will be arriving soon, and watched as the life slipped from his eyes. She climbed off him before finally leaving.

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Sadie was downstairs when Zoe came home.

‘Hey, where were you?” Sadie asked, “Cordelia and I asked but no one knew where you went.”

Zoe was silent for a moment, not knowing what to tell her.

“Uh, yeah, I had something to take care of,” Zoe said, hoping that Sadie would leave it at that.

But, of course, she did not.

“‘Something to take care of?’ Zoe, do you know how suspicious that sounds?” A light chuckle escaped her lips as she said that. Turning more serious she waited until Zoe met her eyes before saying, “You can tell me what you were doing, you know. I’m not gonna tattle.”

Zoe contemplated for a second, trusting Sadie more than anyone in the academy (with the exception of Cordelia). She went over to Sadie, sitting next to her before talking.

“I went to Troost. I wanted to see if Ian made it.”

“I went too,” Saide admitted. “I wanted to know if Kyle survived.” She paused, looking at Zoe when she said nothing. “Did Ian?”

Zoe’s eyes were filling with tears again.

“No,” she said, her voice wavering from being on the edge of tears. “No, he died when the asshole that attacked Madison survived.”

Sadie’s face twisted in concern.

“Which one?” She asked.

“The main one,” Zoe replies, sniffling. “The one who was on her when we walked in.”

Sadie was pissed. It wasn’t fair that the disgusting asshole who led the attack on Madison survived the crash when someone more deserving didn’t.

“That asshole’s alive?”

Zoe paused, turning away from Sadie’s eyes. Hesitantly, she replied.

“He was alive.”

Sadie looked at Zoe, all anger she felt melting into alarm and concern for the girl sitting in front of her.

“Zoe, what did you do.” She said, her voice mirroring her concerned state.

Instead of answering her question, Zoe stood from her chair, tears running down her face.

“It wasn’t fair! That asshole survived when he should have been dead! I only did what he deserved.”

Sadie stood up to meet Zoe, placing her hands on her shoulders. She waited until Zoe would look her in her eyes, before saying in a calm voice,

“Zoe, calm down, lower your voice. Did anyone see you?”

Zoe shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good.” Sadie said. She took her hands off her shoulders, leaning down to grab Zoe’s bag. Handing it to her, she told her, “Go to bed. If anyone saw you or if anything happens I’ll help you take care of it, okay? I promise. But you should get some sleep.”

Zoe took her bag from Sadie’s hands, wiping the last few tears off her cheeks. She shouldered her bag before thanking Sadie and making her way upstairs.

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