𐙚 AMERICAN HORROR STORY

montana! girlfriend - hdc

𐙚 SUPERNATURAL

research and kiss (sam) - fluff

More coming soon …

pink cashmere - strawberry lip gloss - heart jewelry - mini skirts - shopping addict - "what if they're all busy ?" - lover girl - hopeless romantic - lip balm collector - sweet but underestimated.

karen smith! reader who never raises her voice, just blinks a few times and somehow gets exactly what she wants.

karen smith! reader who says the most random things with complete confidence, leaving everyone wondering if she's joking or secretly a genius.

karen smith! reader who falls in love every other week because "they smiled at me... that's basically a love confession."

karen smith! reader who genuinely compliments strangers because "pretty people deserve to know they're pretty."

karen smith! reader who can't survive a single day without wearing something pink.

karen smith! reader who always believes the best in people, even when everyone else is telling her they're a red flag.

karen smith! reader who would rather be called pretty than intimidating because "being nice is way more fun."

karen smith! reader who is always playing with the rings on her fingers or the charms on her necklace while talking.

karen smith! reader who is convinced love can solve almost every problem.

karen smith! reader who is the human equivalent of pink sunsets, glitter lip gloss and strawberry milk.

karen smith! reader can be paired with any character i write for (see who i write for here) (requests for her are open).

works can be found : #✧･ﾟkaren smith! reader or here <3

taglist : @pinkdoeweirdo, @lustedbby, @silkaurum, @sczlxdy, here to be added <3

@mieluno for lace divider 🤍

this is so shitty i’m sorry !!

WC: 0.6k

CW: Kai saying he wants to k!ll himself, and typical cult stuff, a little bit of swearing

INFO: Kai doesn’t want you to get involved with the cult

Nobody believes you that Kai was once a sad, innocent man. And although that was a depressing stage in his life, it was the version of him you fell in love with.

You met Kai at a small, local coffee shop– the one you worked at. He came in before going to his religious study class. You remember how his messy brown hair kept falling into eyes and how timid he was as he asked for a latte–and for your number.

Years later, he's become a different person, and it’s all thanks to the cult. His once, brown hair now coloured a bright blue. He carries himself confidently now, most likely because of people calling him ‘divine ruler.’

You know what he does for work. The murders, the manipulation. But, you’d never leave, mostly because you still love him, but also because you’ve seen what he does to people who decide to leave the cult.

Scheduled for today was a cult meeting. So, like usual, Kai urges you to stay upstairs. He wasn’t controlling towards you. But this was the one thing he almost begs you to do. First, never talk to any of the cult members. Second, don’t get involved with the cult.

Currently, you’ve been waiting in the master bedroom. You’re under the blankets, half asleep watching a boring cooking show that you randomly stumbled upon while flicking through channels. The sun is setting which illuminates the room in shades of pinks and oranges. It’s peaceful, opposite to what’s going on downstairs. You’ve heard yelling, arguing and most prominently, Kai. He talks in his cocky, confident cult leader voice. It makes you want to roll your eyes. You know that underneath that persona he’s still an insecure, sad man.

You hear the commotion of what you assume is people starting to leave the house. Finally, the door creaks open and you sit up a bit straighter at the sight of Kai walking in. He harshly pushes the hair away from his face. You tuck yours behind your ears, trying to shake off your sleepiness.

“Hey Kai.” Your lips curl into a sleepy smile. He just nods in your direction, barely acknowledging you. Now you know something is wrong. You push the blankets off of you, walking towards him. “What happened?” You ask him, placing a hand on his shoulder trying to soothe him. He just scoffs, “Stupid people, making stupid ass decisions.” You nod, “Mmm.. Okay.”

He takes the bottle of adderall off the nightstand. Taking two pills into his mouth. “Y’know.. If you would just let me help-” You hesitantly start before he angrily cuts you off. “Fuck no.” He laughs, but there’s no humour. “C’mon Kai, I can help!” You huff, crossing your arms. “You know that’s the last thing I want. It’s too dangerous.” He responds, trying to make you understand. “Whatever..” Your face drops, and you lay back down. “I’d kill myself if I ever let anything happen to you.” You don't reply. So, to get your attention he slams his fist on the nightstand. You flinch and bury your face in the pillow. He instantly regrets it, he truly doesn’t like scaring you. You’re his safe haven, someone pure and untouched by the monstrosity of the cult.

“I don’t want to scare you, okay?.. I just- I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He mutters, sitting beside you on the bed. He turns to look at you, cupping the visible part of your face. His thumb caresses your cheek. You look back at him, and his face softens at your sleepy and sad expression. He moves, nudging himself underneath you and wrapping his arms around your middle. He nuzzles his face into your neck. “I’ll always keep you safe…” He murmurs, feeling you fall asleep in his arms.

I’m gonna post either a kai fic or a kyle one soon.

@pixopix

@yeritos

WC: 1.2k

CW: angst, really just typical asylum stuff (violence) mention of being injured badly and bruises. Some swearing

INFO: You get unfairly punished at Briarcliff and Kit’s there for you

Briarcliff is not for the faint of heart. The sound of the constant groaning, moaning and screams of pain has become the background noise of everyday life. You’re currently sitting on the worn red couch, digging your nails into the scratchy fabric. The same song plays over, and over again.

“Dominique-nique-nique

S'en allait tout simplement”

You’re pretty sure the song is contributing to everybody's insanity. You take in your surroundings. A woman is in the corner, rocking a doll, talking to it like it’s her own child. Pepper, one of your few friends is spinning, dancing to the french song. Guards stand next to the common room entrance looking down at us like we’re some inhuman disgusting beings. It enrages you that they think they’re better than everyone. Your nails dig further into the red cotton twill fabric.

It’s all too much to handle. You feel your breath quicken and you clench your eyes shut. You’re too consumed in your own thoughts to feel the cushion dip beside you. Someone takes your hand in theirs. You calm, recognizing the shape of their fingers and palm. As well as the familiar feel of their callouses. The ones you get from doing manual labour for years.

Your eyes peek open and you’re met with the face of your favourite person, Kit. Your whole body relaxes, he reaches up and tucks a rogue piece of hair behind your ear. “Are you alright?” He asks, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand. You nod, and he smiles sadly. “I know it’s hard, but we’ll get out, I promise yah.” He squeezes your hand, guiding it towards his mouth to gently place a kiss on your dorsum. You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m so tired Kit.” You sigh, tears from exhaustion well in your eyes. He frowns at your tears and leans forward, glancing quickly to make sure the guards aren’t looking and kisses your forehead. “I know darlin’, I know.” He whispers, his hand cups your cheek, wiping away your tears.

The sound of furniture crashing and agitated voices wrecks the intimate moment. You and Kit look over to see what's happening.

Two people you don’t quite recognize are pushing each other back and forth. They both look angry, you realize one of them is Pepper. You and Kit glance at each other, worried. The first punch is thrown. “Shit!” You panic, running towards the commotion. “Darlin’!” Kit calls after you, rushing to get to your side. He grabs your shoulders, making you face him. He shakes his head, warning you not to get involved. The guards finally take notice, using their walkie-talkies to ask for god knows what. You shrug his hands off your shoulders and get closer. You shove the guy fighting with Pepper, and step in front of her, shielding her. Kit grabs your arm trying to pull you away. Before he can get you safe the scrapper bashes your nose with his fist. You drop to the ground, cradling your most likely–broken nose. Kit drops to his knees beside you, rambling a string of curses, turning around and yelling at the guy who’s currently running away and hiding. “Darlin’ your nose.” His face pales when he sees the puddle of blood forming on the floor from your bloody nose. The guards come and roughly grab you, dragging you towards the exit. “Starting a fight? Not that smart, Missy.” He tells you. He must think you started the fight, you feel too weak to fight back. You hear Kit yell at them, trying to tell them that you didn’t do anything. He's pleading, begging to get them to drop you. It's all useless, they take you through the doors to Sister Jude’s office. A weak, “Kit..” Escaping your lips.

They practically throw you into the office, startling Sister Jude. “Well.. What did this one do now?” She sighs, shaking her head. “She initiated a fight, sister.” The guard replies. Sister Jude sneers down at you and waves to the guards to leave the room. “Sit” She demands. You stumble to the chair, starting to panic, and you attempt to explain you didn’t do anything. You were just trying to defend your friend. She laughs, “That’s what they all say.” She scoffs, walking toward her collection of canes. You cry, begging for her not to hurt you. She only replies with, “20 lashes for you.”

You limp out of her office. Bruises forming all around your body. On your arms from the guards rough hold, your nose from the punch and on your ass from Sister Jude. You curse her under your breath while walking towards the kitchen. As an extra punishment you got assigned extra kitchen duty till the sun rises. Everything hurts to move. It’s going to be a long night.

Meanwhile, Kit has been spiraling, pacing back and forth in his room. Occasionally shaking the bars of his door window, yelling to demand to know what happened to you. He finally sits on his bed, his head dropping into his hands and he begins to cry.

Morning comes slowly. After kneading dough for the whole night you’re finally allowed to be released from the kitchen and go to the common room for the day. You’ve been craving to see Kit again, he makes everything feel okay and you really need that right now. You slowly walk to the common room, everything is sore. You open the door and are met with the same song.

“Routier, pauvre chantant

En tous chemins, en tous lieux”

It’s comforting in a way, the familiar. You see Kit before he sees you. You run, limping towards him. He turns and sees you coming, and his face breaks. He pulls you into a tight hug, almost lifting you off the ground. God, he was worried. “Sweetheart..” he mumbles into your neck. He feels you wince, a quiet groan leaving your lips and he loosens his hold. He sees the dark purple, and yellow bruise on your nose. His eyes trail down to your arms which are also covered with bruises. He swallows, tears threatening to fall. He holds your arm gently, rubbing his thumb carefully over the bruise. “What did they do to you..” He whispers. He looks furious, murderous almost. He guides you to the couch, and you try to sit but you can’t. You shake your head, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks. “Hurts..” You tell him, choosing to stand instead. He wipes his tears quickly, hoping you don’t see them because he needs to stay strong, for you.

He tries to cheer you up, telling you jokes, stories and what married life will be like for the both of you when you get out. Whenever he makes you smile or chuckle he relaxes further and continues.

And since the moment he saw the bruises on your body he’s decided that no matter what, he’s getting you out.

@kthice for lace divider 🤍

WC: 1.5k

CW: Swearing, family issues, abusive dad, fighting, bleeding, hand injury, angst, fluff ending

INFO: (PRE-CULT KAI) You want to meet Kai's parents but soon learn that it was a mistake to come. (not proofread)

The both of you were situated comfortably on your beaten up couch. His laptop opened on his lap, slightly askew. You’re currently curled up against him, a blanket draped over you and him as you watch some random action movie he insisted on putting on.

His arm, which is curled around your middle, is holding you closer to him. His thumb is running small, absentminded circles against the curve of your waist. You nuzzle your head further onto his shoulder, letting out a content sigh once you figure you’re close enough. 

You and him constantly hang out at your place. He told you that his home is not a pleasant place to be, mainly because his parents fight all day every day ever since his dad was paralyzed. And also because he's ashamed that he lives in parents basement. 

Therefore, that means that your place is a safe haven for him. Something away from the constant chaos. So, he practically lives at your apartment. You wake up with him, and go to sleep with him. You’ve never minded his company, you love him and you want him around. 

But recently, you’ve been wanting to meet his parents, as well as see his room. It's where he grew up and you want your relationship to eventually grow more serious and you figure this is an important step. 

You shift closer to him and mumble nervously, “I want to meet your parents Kai.” You feel him stiffen next to you, and you immediately want to take back your words. “Uhh,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “That’s not a good idea babe.” He replies. You sigh before continuing, “I just feel like it’s an important step for us, as a couple.” 

You stare at him with pleading eyes and you can see his composure cracking. He runs a hand through his hair, staring off into the distance. It’s a few good minutes before he responds. “Okay.. Fine but you have to promise me that if it gets too intense we’ll leave, okay?” He cups your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You nod with a bright smile, “Pinky promise!” You hold out your pinky and he links it with his.

It’s the day of the dinner with his parents. You’re sitting at your vanity getting ready. He’s behind you pacing back and forth, rambling about how his dad is a lunatic. You can practically feel the anxiety radiating off of him. You stand up from your chair and walk over to him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a tight hug. He melts in your embrace and nuzzles his head into the curve of your neck. “Ready to go?” he asks, his voice muffled. You nod and place a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Yeah.” He holds your hand and guides you out the house and to your car. 

The drive over is quiet. His hand rests on your thigh but you can tell his mind is racing. You start to feel guilty, I mean, your the reason he’s so anxious. You reach over and run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Are you still sure?” You ask. His grip tightens around the steering wheel and he nods. 

Eventually you reach his house, and you feel nervous butterflies flutter around in your stomach. He gives your thigh one last squeeze before getting out of the car and coming around and opening your car door. You both walk up to the door, hand in hand. You nervously fix your clothes, waiting for the door to open.

What you’re assuming is his mom opens the door. She smiles at you both, “Hi, Mrs. Anderson.” You say, trying to hide the tremble in your voice. She smiles fondly back at you. Kai doesn’t say anything yet, he just squeezes your hand a bit tighter. 

She steps out of the way, making space for you both to enter the house. The smell of the food is great, you hear the sound of a television playing quite loudly in the distance. “Dinner will be done in just a second.” She tells you, heading back towards the kitchen. You and Kai sit down beside each other at the dining table. You hear the sound of a motor near the stairs. You turn to Kai curiously, wanting to know what's happening. He just looks down at your interlocked hands. His throat bobbing nervously. You're honestly confused, in your years of dating Kai he’s never once been this quiet, or this nervous. 

His dad comes down the stairs in a stair lift. He then switches to his wheelchair. A scowl set on his face, he looks grumpy as hell. Well shit. He takes place across the table. His fingers tap impatiently against the wooden table. “Julie! Where the hell is the food!” He yells angrily, it makes you jump in your seat. Kai glares at his father furiously. You were starting to understand why he wouldn’t want to come. Julie, his mother, brings out what looks to be burritos. That made you a little happier because that’s your favourite food. Julie places down the plates in front of everybody, you give her a quiet thank you. 

She places down the plate with the burrito in front of his dad. You think all is well until a few seconds later his dad yells, slamming his fist down on the table. The table jumps. You pause, your hand trembling slightly. Kai can feel you tremble and he scolds his dad. “Jesus! Calm the hell dow-” Before he can finish, his dad raises his voice toward Julie. “Is there spice in this!?” He growls. Julie hangs her head low, avoiding his gaze. “It’s mild..” She starts but isn’t able to finish because he throws the plate at the wall, shattering it instantly on impact. You flinch, moving closer to Kai. You glance at Kai and his eyes are glossy. Your heart aches for him. This is a hostile and depressing environment to be in just for a dinner, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live here growing up. His dad rolls towards Julie and they start fighting, yelling at each other. Kai stands up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floors. He joins the argument, standing in

front of his mom, attempting to act as her shield. You stand as well, instead moving towards the broken ceramic plate pieces on the floor. 

You bend down, starting to pick up the sharp shards attempting to help Julie. 

You’re almost done cleaning it up until- “Shit!”  Blood drips from your hand, landing on the kitchen tile. Kai immediately snaps his head to your direction and he runs over to you. He cradles your bleeding hand lifting your fingers to see the cut. “Baby..” He whispers, his eyes bloodshot from holding back tears. He helps you up. Guiding you out the house. He looks back at his dad and musters the rest of his strength to say, “You’re a weak, weak man. You should’ve died in that accident.” You both then walk out of the house afterwards. The car ride back is saddening, for one you’re in pain, and he keeps apologizing profusely. Every minute he mutters an apology, he sounds angry. But, not to you. At himself. You reach over and hold his hand with your uninjured one. He looks over at you and gives you a shaky smile. 

Once you reach home, he ushers you inside, straight to the bathroom. You sit on top of the closed toilet seat and he grabs the first aid kit from underneath the counter. You both don’t say anything, for a while. That is until he says sorry again and then you speak up. “Kai… If anything it’s my fault, okay? He quickly shakes his head but you continue speaking before he can say anything, “Im okay, alright? But, I don’t want you to ever go back, it’s horrible there. So… Would you want to move in, officially?” You ask nervously. He pauses cleaning your cut for a second looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “Really?” He asks. You nod in response. “Of course.” He smiles, wrapping a bandage around your hand and then immediately pulling you into a hug. He pulls back and kisses you, but it’s mostly teeth since you’re both smiling like idiots. 

“I love you.” He tells you, cupping your face with such adoration. “I love you too.” You respond.

(Ik it’s a kinda stupid idea but it just came up in my mind)

Tate Langdon Reader Who Dresses More Masc

Thanks for the req!! and your kind words :) I didn’t really know what to write so I hope this is good <3

@mieluno for the lace divider 🤍

@pixopix for the star divider 🤎

WC: 0.5k

CW: None! Pure fluff (not proofread)

INFO: Headcannons and some one shots of Tate with a reader who dresses boyish/more masc

Headcannons:

- He loves whenever you wear baggier clothes because it’s so much more comfortable to cuddle you

- He will steal your hoodies when you’re gone, because they’re soft and smell like you

- Rarely, he’ll pick out outfits for you to wear. Since he loves that you wear the same style as him

- He’d be secretly jealous if you have any cool band tees, and will slowly steal borrow them.

- Whenever you guys go shopping, you frequently shop in the same section and ask each other their opinion on what you picked out.

Some one shots:

Thief - Tate Langdon:

Picking out an outfit for the day has always been your least favourite part of getting ready. But today, you had a great idea for an outfit. Lucky you though, you can't find the stupid sweater you want to wear.

It's driving you absolutely insane. You’ve looked everywhere! And it's nowhere to be found. You huff, laying down on your bed, annoyed. You’re thinking of other things to wear when Tate walks in the room, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Whats wrong?” He asks, noticing your rather grumpy expression.

He lays on your bed, propping himself up on his elbow. He reaches over and plays with your hair, waiting for your answer.

You look over at him and gasp. He's wearing your sweater! “Tate!” You exclaim. He follows your gaze, and remembers that he stole your sweater this morning. “Oh..” He whispers, his mouth forming into a smug little grin. “I was looking everywhere for that!” You tell him.

“It's comfortable though.” He sighs, looking up at you with the biggest puppy eyes. “Please…. Just for today.” You groan, “Fine.” You reply with a sigh. His smile widens immediately. You press a finger to his lips, “But,” You smirk, “I want to wear one of yours.” He chuckles, “Deal.” He replies, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

Shopping Buddies - (Alive) Tate Langdon:

You and Tate are hand in hand while walking through the mall. You’ve been bugging him for days to go shopping with you. He's been rambling on about random crap he hates at school, You’re listening, until you see a store you desperately want to go into.

“Oo, oo! In there!” You plead, bouncing on your feet. His face forms into a sweet smile, and he guides you into the store.

Soon after you’re both looking through the same rack of clothes. He lifts up a shirt, turning to face you. He shrugs, waiting for your opinion. “That’d look nice with your green flannel.” You reply. He smiles, and keeps the shirt in his hand.

After a while you cannot for the life of you find a shirt that you like. So, he moves beside you and helps look through all the shirts and sweaters. He shows you clothes he’d like on you. They look very similar to stuff he owns. “Are you just trying to make us match?” You ask, teasing him. He blushes and hides his face, looking down. “I like matching.” He mumbles. You giggle, leaning over to kiss his flushed cheek.

Thank you @kthice for the lace divider! 🤍

Thank you @rmstitanics For the star divider! 🤍

WC: 0.7k

CW: Mention of guns, blood, and angst. also swearing!

INFO: Tate climbs into your window after the shooting. (not proofread)

The evening was quiet. The only sounds were the wind rattling the windows and the soft patter of rain. You had just come home from school, happy that it was a Friday night. You’re lying on your soft bed, curled under the comforters, reading a book. Your room is only illuminated by the candles you just lit to “set the mood".

You can feel your eyes getting heavy. Your body is preparing itself for your usual after-school nap. You place the book down and turn over, getting closer and closer to sleep.

Suddenly, you hear a muffled, “Shit!” And the sounds of someone struggling to open your window. It’s Tate. Your eyes snap open and you swing your legs over the side of your bed. The sounds become quicker and more frantic; that worries you.

You get to your window and unlock it, opening it for him. He practically jumps in. Unexpectedly, he throws his arms around you, squeezing you in a tight hug. “I love you so much.” He mumbles against your neck. “So, so, so, so much..." He frantically peppers kisses along your neck.

He moves you both backwards until you fall down on the bed; he keeps frantically pressing kisses everywhere, whispering sweet nothings that are muffled by his kisses.

You’re worried by how panicked his actions seem. You gently push him away. “Tate, what's going on?...” He huffs, standing up and pacing your room, nervously running his fingers through his hair. You sit up, subconsciously fixing your messed-up shirt.

Your eyes finally adjust to the darkness after just getting attacked by kisses, and you notice that Tate is covered in blood. Covered,

“Holy shit! Tate, what the hell is going on? "You yell, scared. He freezes like a deer in headlights, and tears fill his eyes. He rushes over to you and drops to his knees, placing his forehead on your knees. “Please forgive me, baby; I can’t live without you… please… please.” He pleads, squeezing your thighs.

You cup his cheek, bringing his face up towards you. You notice the ends of his blonde curls are now stained crimson. You gulp, tears threatening to fall.

“Tate, what's going on?” You ask, struggling to keep your voice calm for him.

"I saved them, baby," he starts. “I saved them fro—" You cut him off, a more important question coming to your mind. “Who’s blood is that?” He freezes, glancing away, swallowing nervously. “I swear to god, Tate, if that’s someone else's blood.” You say, your voice rising at each word.

The fact that he can’t answer you, or even meet your gaze, gives you your answer. You're repulsed; you push him off of you, causing him to fall back, his hands catching his fall. A sob breaks free from him as he’s trying to wipe his tears.

You hear sirens in the distance, and your breath quickens. “TATE! What did you do?" You yell, he cries harder. You don’t even realize that you’re crying until he looks at you and his expression crumples and he gets up and cups your face—rather tightly. “Baby, baby no, don’t cry, please.” He wipes your tears with his thumbs, cradling your face.

The sirens get louder, and your breath hitches. He presses his forehead against yours, mumbling apologies. He places what might be his last kiss on your lips. Your tears mixing in with your kiss.

Suddenly, there's a crash downstairs. And you hear a group of heavy footsteps running up the stairs. Before you know it, you're ripped away from Tate; you glance back at who's roughly dragging you away. It's the police.

Your face pales, and you yell, thrashing against their hold. Tate sees you getting pulled away, your face twisted in pain as you yell. “Get the hell off of her!” Tate yells furiously, running to get to you. Before he can reach you, shoots echo through the room. Tate collapses. You sob, and you finally get out of their grip, and you sprint to Tate. You drop to your knees, and you hold his head, gently placing it on your thighs. You cradle his face as you watch the life drain out of his eyes. Blood soaking everything around you. He smiles up at you fondly, whispering, “I love you.” You laugh weakly, kissing him one final time. “I love you too.” You whisper back.