american horror story season three


“I’m telling you (Y/N), it’s gonna be great! I’m gonna be an engineer and when I’m out of school I’m gonna take care of you. We’ll get our own place have have kids! Oh man we’re gonna have so many kids!”

American Horror Story: Coven (E10: The Magical Delights of Stevie Nicks)
  • "When you're ready, I'll cast a little spell for you."
  • "I'm ashamed to show you my weakness."
  • "I might have shed a tear or two myself if I'd lost everyone I had."
  • "I taught myself long ago not to waste tears for the dead."
  • "It's your kindness that has touched my soul."
  • "Tonight's the night you pay me my due."
  • "Hard days deserve a harder night."
  • "You drink my torment like wine."
  • "You're not just blind, you are willfully blind."
  • "Witch hunters never act alone."
  • "I've surrounded myself with the white spirit light to protect me."
  • "You can keep your powers, but I don't think you fully appreciate the power of the throne."
  • "You are going to know the world, and what's more, they are all going to want to know you."
  • "It was clearly my destiny to die and be reborn."
  • "If I was the supreme, I would only do good."
  • "I ain't ready to say goodbye to you. We still got work to do."
  • "Let the part of you that's just an imitation of some other witch die."
  • "I have nothing to offer this coven anymore."
  • "I give you my soul and what do you give me in return?"
  • "Do I have to wear this outfit for all eternity?"
  • "You will find the other side is filled with treats for a girl like you."

wholockedcumberwumber  asked:

[Quote Writing Prompts] 18:"Shhhh. This is my favorite part." and at home movie night with Pre-Death Kyle

I hope you like this

His nose bumped against her neck, she lifted a hand and swatted him away. Her eyes fixated on the T.V before them. Kyle had insisted he stayed round her house, claiming they would study and cuddle, but hours had gone past and only cuddling had been done.

“Kyle…” Y/N mewled, head tilting back to give him some space. Her body disagreeing with her mind. Now wasn’t the time for a make out session or maybe more.

“Baby…” he drawled, peppering loving kisses up her neck. Y/N fidgeted in her seat, trying to get away from his eager lips.

“Kyle…” Y/N breathlessly giggled as he started to suck on her sweet spot, her head spinning as the delicious bruise formed under his lips, he soothed the abused skin with soft licks of his tongue.

“Can we go to bed now?” He suggested, winking up at her.

“No, Kyle… We can’t. I really want to watch this.” She sighed as Kyle moved away, a small pout playing on his slightly irritated lips. “Don’t pout.” Y/N laughed before focusing back on the film.

Kyle’s eyes drifted away from the screen and back into Y/N’s face. The glow from the television making her look like an angel and her lips twitched up in a smile as she watched the two character share a passionate kiss. Kyle couldn’t resist; his fingers dragging up her bare thigh. Her bottom lip was sucked under her teeth and she bit down hard, eyes not leaving the screen.

“Kyle.” She breathed out, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat.

He began to growl softly into her ear, distracting her even more. He nipped at her earlobe.

“Please, Baby…” Kyle moaned, his fingers hastily moving across her skin in desperation.

“Shhhh. This is my favorite part.” Y/N shushed, causing Kyle to retract away from her.

“After?” He pleaded, brown eyes filled with lust and desperation making Y/N’s stomach erupt with a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

“Yes, Kyle, after.” She grinned, leaning her head on his shoulder and returning her attention to the film.

Originally posted by my-ahs-world


“It’s not that hard, (Y/N),” Kyle said as he pointed to the scribbled notes in front of you. “Just focus on the formula and plug everything else in and boom.”

You rested your jaw on your hand and furrowed your eyebrows in frustration. You exhaled loudly through your nose as you rubbed at your temple.

Kyle smiled at you and reassuringly laid his hand in yours and ran his thumbs across your knuckles. You looked at him and he gave you a warm smile which was contagious caused your lips to tug into a reassured grin.

“How about this,” he said, “I know you can do this. You just need a little motivation.”

You looked at him puzzled.

“Tell you what,” he said, “for every problem you get right… I’ll give you a kiss.” A cheeky mischievous smirk graced his features.

“Okay..” You said returning the smile, “deal.”

And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling. It isn’t. How could anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me.
—  American Horror Story
American Horror Story: Coven (E13: The Seven Wonders)
  • "Since the beginning of this coven, it has been every outgoing Supremes duty to identify her successor."
  • "Childhood is over. Put side fears, reservations, and petty things."
  • "It's not about want. You either are or you aren't a supreme."
  • "Concilium, commonly known to the public as mind control. It's a tricky little craft."
  • "Stare all you want, nobody controls my mind but me."
  • "If your soul hasn't returned to your body by sun up, you'll die."
  • "No, I don't want to kill a living thing. Please, you can't make me."
  • "What's desire got to do with any of this?"
  • "Either crown me or kiss my ass."
  • "Why'd you leave me? You said you'd never leave me."
  • "How true is it that a prophet is never recognized in his own country?"
  • "You have great power. Power that has seeking expression in these young witches."
  • "I have so many powers. I could tear this room apart until there's nothing bit your little trinkets."
  • "I'm going back to Hollywood where people are normal."
  • "You know that dark place! We've both been there!"
  • "No one will wonder where the body went once we bury her."
  • "Behold the one, the supreme."
  • "You're saying that it's not a choice, being a witch."
  • "We'll always be targets for the ignorant. It is what it is."
  • "I killed and I must pay for it."
  • "I've made many painful mistakes in my life. I want my death to have some meaning."
  • "Everything you do or say ripples through the entire coven."
  • "What happens when I wake up from this vision?"
  • "A woman becomes a mother, she can't help but see her mortality in that cherubic little face."
  • "Every time I looked at you, I saw my own death."
  • "You were a constant reminder of my worst fears."
  • "I can feel the power vibrating off of you."
  • "I have to die for you to truly live."
  • "You were the monster in every one of my closets."
  • "A lifetime spent either trying to prove myself to you, get close to you, or get away from you."
  • "I'm crying for the girl in me who dies when you die."
  • "Feel the fear and the pain. Let it all in and then let it all go."
  • "You can't put a clock on eternity."
  • "Nobody sent you here but you."
You're Poor and He Doesn't Know

“Hey, Y/n, do you mind closing up for me?” Britney asked, hanging her apron on the rack.
“Guess not” I mumbled, collecting the money from the cash register with half opened eyes.
I’ve been working since 8 am, after dropping off my siblings to school. My breaks have only been consisting of taking care of my siblings; my sleeping schedual barely existant.
Ever since my dad had passed away and my mother leaving us, I’ve been working three full time jobs and taking the classes I’m able to afford.
On top of that, I have to pay for the babysitter. She’s like a second mother to them. She’s always there whenever I’m not, and although I’m working more than being home, my siblings know I’m helping them.
I’d never leave them alone.
I’m surprised I’ve been able to make a stable living. Although my house is small with only three bedrooms, I can’t complain. I have enough money to put food and water on our table, and give all three of them an effective education.
Sighing, I placed the money where my manager had directed me to. Rubbing the tired tears away from my eyes, I shifted my gaze to my watch.
10:30 pm. Maybe I’ll be able to get the first good nights sleep within the last week.
Placing my apron on the rack, I turned off all the lights before quickly exiting the diner.
As I was locking the door, my phone began to ring. Sighing, I slid my phone out of my pocket.
“Hello?” I answered, not having any intention on seeing who it was.
“Hello my love” I heard my boyfriend, Harry, say on the other side of the phone.
If one thing could really make me happy after a rough day, it was him.
“Hi Harry. Why you callin’?” I yawned, walking across the street.
“I miss you. Do you want to stay over tonight? We can watch American Horror Story. I found a website where they have season three!” He said enthusiastically.
I giggled, shaking my head at how adorable he is. He always gets excited over the tiny things in life. Phone calls like this make me miss him.
“I can’t, Harry.” I frowned, “I just got out of work. I’m walking home now. The babysitter can’t stay the night.”
“Oh.” Harry whispered.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I miss him so much. During times like these, all I want is for him to hold me and sing me to sleep.
“Maybe I can come ov—nevermind. Nevermind. I’m sorry I asked.”
“It’s okay.” I whispered.
“I just really miss you, that’s all.”
“I miss you so much.” I cried softly, a single tear falling from my eye, “so much.”
The line went quiet, his breathing the only evidence he was still there. I closed my eyes lightly, frowning at how distant this relationship was becoming.
I should tell him how bad it really was, being this poor. I never wanted him to pitty me, especially since he had a wealthy amount of money. I don’t want him to see me differently.
“I’ll come over tomorrow, yeah? Maybe around 12? I’ll ask for a longer break.”
“It’s okay, Y/n, if you can’t. But I’d love to.”
I smiled, walking up to my driveway while grabbing my house keys.
“I love you.” I said, shoving my keys into the key hole.
“Love you more.” He said, before ending the call.
Slipping my phone in my pocket, I pushed open my door, greeted by the babysitter reading an old book that once stood on my bookshelf.
“Thank you so much for watching them all day. It means everything.” I smiled, tearing her gaze away from the book.
Ashley smiled, placing her hand up as a signal for me to stop.
“You don’t have to thank me. If anything, I should thank you. You do so much for these kids, you know? At only eighteen you’re really doing everything you can. It’s inspiring, really. To see someone give up everything for their family. Makes me want to be like you when I’m a mother.”
Tears started to pile in my eyes. To know that all my hard work isn’t going unnoticed makes me feel so relieved. It reminds me why I do all of this in the first place. My family.
“That means so much to me.” I sobbed, quickly wipping away my stray tears.
I shook my head, smiling up at her while letting out a small giggle.
“I’m sorry. You can head home. Just—thank you so much.”
Leaning foward, Ashley gave me a tight hug, rubbing my back as soft as she could.
“You’re amazing. Stay that way, okay? Have a good night.”
“You too.” I smiled, giving my last wave before she walked out the door.
I sighed, heading into my room. I took off my work clothes, immediately replacing them with yoga pants and one of Harry’s t-shirts that I had stolen from him.
Making my way into the bathroom, I had noticed something was wrong. I heard gagging, loud choking sounds coming from the other side of the door.
With panic, I quickly swung open the door. Dylan, my youngest sibling, was hunged over the toilet. Vomit was erupting out of him, his loud sobs raking through his body he was near hysteria.
“Oh my poor Dylan.” I whispered.
Kneeling next to him, I started to slowly rub his sweat-covered back. He was shaking, his entire body pale as he went limb into my body.
“Oh my Dyl. My lovely Dyl.”
I swept his long hair off of his sweaty forehead, placing a small kiss right on his temple.
While rocking him back and forth, I had realized that I wouldn’t be getting my sleep tonight.
It was selfish of me, to think about myself in this situation. But this is what exhastian does to you. It makes you want rest, and anything that gets in the way makes you selfish.
“Dylan, are you able to sleep?” I asked, hoping, praying that he was able to.
“No. I don’t feel good.” He sobbed.
“Dylan, why don’t we go to my bedroom and get some sl—”
“No, sissy, no. I need to stay here. If I go over there I’ll throw up all over the floor. We have to stay here.”
My tears started to fall rapidly down my cheeks. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take care of him like this, so weak and tired. I wish I could take care of him all night, but I know I won’t be able to. Not when I’m like this.
“God. Oh God.” I whispered, reaching my hand up to my eyes.
I need help. I know I need help. There was no way I’m going to be able to do this alone.
Grabbing my phone from the floor, I was doing the one thing I should have done a long time ago.
Going through my contacts, I clicked Harry’s name. The more time passed, the more I got emotional. How have I done this to myself?
“Harry.” I sobbed, rubbing Dylan’s arm up and down in attempt to calm the both of us down.
“Y/n, Y/n, darling. What’s wrong?”
My cries were only getting louder. I’m so tired, so mentally and physically tired. I’m so scared, scared for my brother. I’m every emotion that was enough to kill a person, and I’m at my breaking point.
“I need your help. I really need your help.”
“Oh my God. Okay. Where are you?”
I heard his car keys jiggle on the other line, and I’m so thankful that he’s up at this time.
“I’m at my house, Harry. Please, I need you.”
“I’ll help you, you just have to tell me what your adress is, Y/n. This is the only way I can help you.”
“53 Livingston Street. I can’t answer th—the door so please just come in. Please.” I whispered.
“I’m leaving now. I’ll be right there. Do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“Good. You’re alright. Just breathe. You’re okay. Let me go so that I can drive, alright? I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Hanging up the phone, I pulled Dylan more against me, rocking the both of us back and forth. I tried to settle my crying down for him, so that he wouldn’t think I’m like this because of him. He had done nothing wrong. This was my fault.
When minutes started to feel like hours, Harry stormed into my house. He looked panicked. Eyes wide and body out of control. I think it made him oblivious to the way my house looks.
“Y/n?! Y/n?!” Harry screamed.
“Harry” I whimpered, reaching my arm toward him.
He turned around to my voice, his body relaxing, letting out a sigh of relief.
“My poor baby.” He frowned.
Once he reached me, he planted a light kiss on my lips. Nothing too hard, nothing too soft.
“What’s wrong, my angel?”
My bottim lip quivered, my eyes shutting tightly as a loud sob escaped my throat.
“I—I’m so tired. I’ve been working 14 to 20 hours everyday, I never get sleep, I have classes. I have to take care of my siblings. I’m just so tired, Harry. I just want sleep and you and to rest. For one day, I just want a break.”
“Oh darl—”
“And now Dylan is sick, and I don’t know what to do. I’m going to panic over the tiniest things. I’m going to have to help him but I’m just so tired.”
My head fell into his chest, my exhausted tears seeping through his shirt. He didn’t seem to mind, for he kept rubbing my back in circular motions.
I felt Dylan place his warm hand on my cheek, rubbing his palm upon my skin. Looking down at him, I saw him frowning at me. His puppy dog eyes filled with tears.
“I’m sorry, sissy. Don’t be mad at me.”
A small smile formed on my lips.
“I could never be mad at you, baby boy. You’re my life. I care for you more than for me, even though sometimes it doesn’t seem like it.”
Staring down at him for too long, I felt my body begin to fall foward. My eyes were close to closing on me, my body becoming weaker by the second.
Harry’s hand stopped me before I fell on top of Dylan.
“Alright, that’s it. Let me take you to bed, I’ll take care of Dylan here and put him to bed, alright?” Harry asked, lifting me up onto him.
“No, Y/n. This is crossing the line. Dylan, do you think you can stay here while I put your sister to bed?”
He nodded, his pale body pushing off of mine.
Harry sighed, lifting me up bridal style. I cuddled into him, my cheek laying perfectly on his chest.
My body was placed onto my stiff matress, a blanket being wrapped around me like a cacoon. I hadn’t been this comfortable for as long as I could remember.
I heard Harry mumble something, but my body was crashing down. I was on the edge of passing out. My body feeling as if it wasn’t real.
Before I knew it, Harry had entered my room. I heard his shirt and pants hitting the floor before he made his way over to my bed.
His body cuddled into mine. His arms wrapped around me where his fingers hooked together at the end of my back. He sighed, kissing my forehead before tangling our legs together.
“You should have told me.” He whispered, “I would have helped.”
I shook my head, eyes still closed and I burried my face in his shoulder.
“I know” I mumbled, “‘m sorry.”
“It’s okay baby. It’s okay.”
His cold fingers lifted up my shirt, his freezing tips dancing along the dimples.
“Sleep, my darling. Tomorrow will be just you and me, okay? No work for you. You need to rest.”
“But I need the mone—”
“One day won’t hurt you. I promise, alright?”
His lips met with the skin behind my ear, his soft voice lulling me into a deep sleep.
“Hm?” He hummed.
A lazy smile formed on my lips, grazing them along his neck.
“I’m in love with you.” I mumbled, before I was off with my dreams.


Fiona Goode: I have been to St. Louis No. 1, and I have seen the tomb of Laveau, seen the fat tourists from Little Rock to Hackensack drawing crosses on the bricks–making wishes to the bones of Marie Laveau. Little do they know, all they have to do to get their wishes granted was come down here to the Ninth Ward and get their hair braided.

Marie Laveau: And what is your wish, Witch?

-”AHS: Coven”

Title: Adventure.

Pairings: Kyle Spencer x Female!Reader

Gifs aren’t mine.

Warnings: Season three spoilers (?), mentions of Kyle’s mum, Madison and Zoe, FLUFF!

Staring at him, Y/N found herself bewitched, even whilst doing the most mundane things he was breathtaking. Y/N’s fingers twitched against her sides as a strand of his blonde hair fell in front of his face, the urge to brush it off his face was undeniable. His brown eyes scanned the laptop screen and his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion, Y/N’s heart flutter at the adorable expression.

How could anyone hurt him? Why would anyone want to? The questions spun around Y/N’s mind, taunting her. She had always been curious, her mother said it would lead to her demise. She wanted to know why everyone who hurt him did what they did, was it because he was too fragile, an easy target? Y/N would probably never know.

Y/N watched as frustrated tears brimmed in his eyes. His nails scratched at the skin of his neck, forcing his turtle neck down and allowing the red, irritated skin to peak out. Y/N gulped, she couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for the virtually brain dead boy.

She didn’t understand why he had to spend hours upon hours, staring at a computer screen. It didn’t make sense. He had to learn like a child would; learn from their family and friends, learn from the world around them - not a goddamn computer. Children learn from picking up what their family say and do, yet Kyle was always locked up in Zoe’s room, kept from the world. Y/N, as much as she didn’t agree with Zoe’s methods, wouldn’t dare voice it.

Y/N cracked, she jumped up from the bed - startling Kyle - and knelt down, shoving the laptop off Kyle’s lap. She began to tie up shoes before standing up, she tugged him up and guided him out of the room. Enough was enough, he needed to see something other than those four, blank walls.

She made sure to check that Zoe or Madison weren’t wandering around before pulling Kyle down the stairs and out the door. He stumbled slightly as they clambered into the car. Y/N smiled, helping him put on his seat belt before doing her own.

“We’re going on an adventure, Kyle, I’m sure you’re sick of that laptop and that room. You need to see the world to really learn.”

She glanced at him one more time before reversing off the driveway and heading to their destination.


Kyle hesitantly sat down under the shade of the oak tree, the cold air nipped at his cheeks and nose, tinting them a rosy pink. Y/N smiled fondly from beside him, her fingers buried in her pockets. She nuzzled her nose into jumper, inwardly scolding herself for being so impulsive and forgetting to get coats.

“C-Cold.” Kyle acknowledged, stealing a cautious glance at Y/N for reassurance.

“Yeah, it’s cold, because it’s Winter.” Y/N explained, scooting closer to him, his body was radiating heat.

“W-Winter.” Kyle copied, a faint smile tugging onto his lips.

He seemed to notice Y/N getting closer and wrapped his arms around her, tugging her towards him. Y/N sighed, he was so warm and welcoming. Y/N nuzzled her head into his shoulder, shielding her face from the harsh winds.

“What do you want to do, Ky? Get some food? Walk around? Play in the park?” Y/N asked.

His eyes seemed to light up on hearing the last one and he nodded eagerly, resembling a child. He staggered to him feet, pulling Y/N up with him. Y/N grinned ear-to-ear, laughing at his child-like behaviour and guided him towards the park. She’d never seen a grown man react that way to the mention of a park, but Kyle wasn’t like other men.


The pair sat on the swing sets for what seemed hours, in a comfortable silence, watching the little children run past without a care whilst their parents huddled together and gossiped. Kyle seemed to fall silent. Worry bloomed inside of Y/N. She slipped her hand into Kyle’s, squeezing reassuringly.

“Bad mum.” Kyle murmured, eyes glaring at the women.

“Your mum? She was bad?” Y/N didn’t quite understand, she knew someone had hurt Kyle and from what Kyle was saying, all signs pointed at his mother. She knew, however, that the subject seemed to upset Kyle and he must’ve trusted Y/N a lot to tell her that. “I’m sorry, Kyle, but she’s gone. I won’t let her hurt you anymore. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

“P-Promise?” Kyle hiccuped, his warm brown eyes glistened with tears that he attempted to blink back.

“I promise. C'mon, we should get back now. The others are going to notice we went missing and start looking for us.”

The pair staggered to their feet, suddenly Kyle stopped. His eyes lighting up as he stared up at the sky, white snow fell down, hitting his face. A snowflake landed on his nose and Y/N giggled at his reaction; eyes wide and mouth forming in the shape of an O. He watched as more snowflakes fell around home, amazed.

“Snow.” Y/N informed. “It’s snow.”

“S-Snow.” Kyle chuckled, pulling Y/N towards him.

The snow was falling heavily now, making little kids squeal with delight. The cold was really getting to Y/N and she trembled against Kyle, teeth chattering. Kyle lifted up a hand and wiped away the snowflakes that had got caught in Y/N’s hair, smiling brightly, not a care in the world.

Originally posted by tassianac

American Horror Story: Coven (E11: Protect The Coven)
  • "I fear my restless mind will become feeble."
  • "Our coven mourns."
  • "None of us are safe! Why can't you understand that?"
  • "How the mighty have fallen does not begin to describe my torment."
  • "We were supposed to share him, then you had to go fall in love with him."
  • "You are the worst kind of Hollywood cliche."
  • "Crotchless panties for everyone!"
  • "One doesn't explain art. One simply admires it."
  • "I spent enough time in the grave to know a spirit when I encounter one."
  • "A life without purpose is no life at all."
  • "The bitch is immortal."
  • "Even a voodoo queen can be rendered vulnerable, if only for an instant."
  • "I deserve better lies than that."
  • "You are an enemy to this coven and will be so long as you live."
  • "If you stay here, your life is in grave danger."
  • "I'm committed to this coven."
  • "How dare you be so unromantic and so very, very selfish."
  • "No witch hunting of any kind until all of us who can die are long dead."
  • "God knows all the money in the world can't buy good taste."
  • "You know killing us, it's not gonna put an end to this war."
  • "Go to hell, witch bitch."
  • "Only thing that could ruin this moment is to have to look at your fugly face."

Hey Guys Starr Butterfly Lover here! I’m watching American Horror story season three and so far it is awesome! But after the past few seasons I’ve seen that season Six or Seven I don’t recall but it is all fake because they stole most oof the stuff from season One,two and three like they stole the Haunted house from season one, the name “Lanna Winters” from season Two and the old time revolution with the butcher from season Three. And the actors who was in those seasons are still Alive the deaths was the special affects! People! Remember Lee Hairss got her Ear cut off!?! Well her ear is on her head when she went to court! All of that was fake! Fake I tell you! Look at the seasons! Watch them! Watch and you shall know the truth


Title: Numb

Pairings: Pre-Death Kyle Spencer x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of adoption/abortion. ANGST!.

Gifs: [x] [x] [x]

This wasn’t happening, Y/N attempted to convince herself. She looked down at the test in her hands, her hand squeezed into a fist around the necklace that dangled around her neck. This was a mistake.

Kyle wasn’t ready and frankly neither was Y/N. They were barely in college. Kyle still had to go to therapy because of his crappy childhood. He wasn’t ready for a child, Y/N doubted he ever would be. He missed out on a childhood himself and now he was expected to look after a child of his own.

Y/N felt selfish though. She knew people who had grown up in care, passed around foster homes like a cold. No one wanted them for too long, sometimes the person would grow attached only to be ripped away and passed onto another family. Did she really want her child - Kyle’s child - to grow up like that? Perhaps in childhood like Kyle’s.

Then again, the child could be adopted and be in a loving family - a family who could give them everything they ever desired - something Y/N and Kyle could never provide. They were far too dysfunctional to have normal life.

Y/N couldn’t risk their child going into a home after home, but never having a proper family. The logical and fairest choice was an abortion, but of course she had to talk to Kyle first.

Y/N pushed Kyle onto the bed, the bed groaning and squeaking in protest. Y/N released an exasperated sigh, playing with her fingers to distract her mind from running rancid. His eyebrows knitted together in pure confusion as he soaked in her shaking appearance.

“Y/N?” Kyle rasped, searching her eyes for any sign of what was going on.

“I-I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it… Ky, I’m pregnant.” And the tears began to fall.

Kyle stilled, dumbfounded. He glanced around the room, trying to collect his thoughts. They were safe, he could’ve swore, they took all the precautions to prevent this. So was his ears deceiving him?

He swallowed thickly, the lump in his throat choking. Y/N slumped beside him, looking down at his trembling hands. She thought about taking them in her own, but decided against it.

“What are we going to do?” Kyle mumbled, fingers running through his hair; a nervous habit.

“We can get rid of it.” Y/N suggested.

Selfish as it was, she hoped Kyle would say no, make her keep the baby, she didn’t know what would happen to the child if it went into care and she wasn’t sure if she’d regret aborting it later on.

However, Kyle didn’t breath a word. Guilt bubbled up inside him. He remembered in when they had been younger, Y/N would always go on about having a family after college. Was he taking that away from her?

“Is that what you want, baby?” Kyle asked, finally meeting her tear-filled eyes.

Y/N shrugged, not trusting her voice.

“I know that I want you and if you don’t want this baby, then I’m okay with that.”

Kyle gulped, taking Y/N’s hands in his own and squeezing slightly.

“I don’t think I’d be a good father and I don’t think I’d be able to give the child what it needs. I’m sorry.” Kyle whispered.

Y/N nodded, leaning her head into his shoulder and inhaling. A small sob escaped her but she attempted to stifle it.

Kyle wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“I’m sorry.” Kyle repeated, running his hands up her side.

“It’s not your fault, Ky, it just wasn’t meant to be. This child wasn’t supposed to be ours.” Y/N hiccuped, Kyle wiped her eyes with his thumb, craning his neck to place a kiss on her forehead.


Y/N stared at the blank, grey wall. Numb. She felt numb, she had for hours now As if she was detached all feelings. Tears cascaded down her cheeks. The sound of babies crying made the tears flow down her cheeks more.

The sound of the door opening startled Y/N but she didn’t take her eyes off the wall that she had traced with her eyes at least a hundred times.

“Y/N?” Kyle murmured, unsure if she even wanted him here.

He thought she was asleep until he noticed her shoulders shaking slightly and his ears picked up on the attempted stifled sobs. He stumbled towards the bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. His heart squeezed when she flinched away, continuing to cry.

Kyle understood though. She carried her baby for 9 months, went to scans and midwife meetings. She then had to give birth to it and then give it away without even getting to know it’s gender or what it looked like. He couldn’t even imagine the pain she was going through; except she didn’t feel anything.

“Ky…” She sobbed, squeezing her eyes tight.

How broken and hurt she sounded sent daggers into Kyle’s heart. He hesitantly got onto the bed and laid beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist, he expected her to flinch away but instead her sobs subsided into a small sniffle.

“I-I feel numb.” She mumbled. “like a piece of me is missing.”

Kyle’s breath caught in his throat.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Me too.”

Kyle wasn’t sure what she was replying to, but decided against asking. He had to help her get through this.


American Horror Story: Coven // First and Last Lines