#ahs crossover

[queenebony1113]

Hypodermic Sally in The Sims 4 💉💊

Disclaimer: QueenEbony1113 does not support smoking and the use of illegal substances.

✨Bonus✨ Cordelia photobombs while I was taking screenshots. 😆 I forgot she was visiting the Hotel Cortez that day! Of all characters, another one played by Sarah Paulson.

Hotel Cortez build by Sulucorp on the Sims 4 Gallery, edited slightly by me.

[ofc-fics]

Peace in Pieces (Moira O'Hara and Rowena MacLeod)

You were a good person, a good soul; well, you tried to be. You did your best to be a good witch. The world had enough evil just spreading the life. But temptation called. 

It started with the house, in the house, you were certain. You purchased it a few weeks ago and while the residence had an old charm to it, things began to happen. Two days into your status as a homeowner, the scantily-clad maid had introduced herself as coming with the house. You had never had a house keeper and said as much. 

Moira O'Hara didn't even flinch. "It's not a thing. I'm open to all kinds of experiences and I can tell that you are too." She wasn't wrong about that, but most of your riskier moments were spells and you had enchantments to keep in line. So what if she was exactly your type? You would never present yourself to someone who was monetarily tied to you. Could never risk that. Now, that didn't mean she didn't present herself to you. She propped out her backside when cleaning any horizontal surface. It was very distracting. 

You worked the night shift at the local hospital and sometimes overtime. So, you didn't bring any work home except paperwork for you personally. Living alone in that big ole house, you'd think you would get lonely. But as a witch and a nurse, there wasn't much your mind wasn't open to. And for that, and thanks to your magic, you could see all the home had to offer. The deformed in the attic to the mourning mother in the basement and all of the ghosts inhabiting the nigh-empty rooms in between. 

In fact, you'd gotten to work to allow a bit of peace into the Hell House. It only took a few spells to release the demonic toddler and murdered nurses. You'd thought the others would be asking for release, but nothing really changed. Perhaps they hadn't even noticed. As you walked downstairs, chains in hand, Beauregard trailed behind. "Come on, doll!" you coaxed gently like encouraging a dog. "You can't stay up there anymore. I'm sorry. Primarily because that's where our kind practices. But it's not good for you." You led him to the ground floor and unlocked the chains, not that they'd pulled on your journey down the steps. 

"Room," Beau managed to express. 

You held his face between flat palms. "Home. This is your home. All of it. And you can go anywhere in it you want."

Crystal blue - clear - eyes turned down. "Scary...."

Sighing, you raised his chin with your finger. "No one will see you if you don't want them to. Cept me. But you don't scare me," you told the man from where you'd positioned yourself beneath him. 

Beauregard smiled and a line of drool leaked free, but he couldn't leave a mark with spit if he tried. A little blonde girl came running through, piggy tails flapping, and she caught the big lug's eye. With an even bigger grin, Beau ran off after his sister. You walked to the study where you locked up bizarre artifacts you found or were used against you. 

And in doing so, you found the help you were trying desperately to avoid. Moira was dusting the shelves in there, still being used by the shrink. In that too-small uniform, garters exposed, stocking's straps revealed, it was torture to watch her spin to face you. A confident smirk lit up her features like she had a porno spotlight on her. "So, you like chains," she noticed in that sultry tone. "What would you do with me if I couldn't stop you?"  she asked like it was a conspiracy. 

You swallowed quite uselessly, your insides on fire. To be honest, you'd never touch her, especially if she couldn't stop you. Unless she needed actual help, but her implications were hot. "I- uh- Beauregard," was your only response. You set the chains down and left the room. Moira only watched you go with that smirk half the fun was surprising the tenant. The other half was the pure temptation. She'd yet to have a fuck which was fun. But you were a delight. So easily flustered and always running away from her, Moira soon developed real feelings and she truly wanted you to take her. Unknown to her, you were, in fact, taken. 

*

Moira was everywhere on the days she was present. It happened to be your day off, a rotating day off due to your weekend schedule, and you dared to attempt your own breakfast. You had hardly entered the kitchen when you saw it. Not a massive feast, your generous and kind housekeeper had prepared just what you planned to make for yourself. And she was cleaning up what she cooked with. 

"Oh, you didn't have to- Thank you, Moira," you cut yourself off. You didn't want to express hesitance or scold her, but you had a rule that whoever cooked didn't have to clean the kitchen. The maid had taken care of that before you had the chance to appear. 

Moira turned off the faucet and turned to face you, revealing her soaking uniform, clinging to her skin and outlining her body. Your jaw dropped as did the fork. The young ginger rounded the island to near you. "You have no idea what I can do that'snot part of my job." You jumped up and slid backwards as far as you could. You soon met the wall and Moira closed in. Nowhere to run, her wet front pressed against your dry one. The water leaking through your fabrics was cold, but her presence always set you on fine. She was a bit warm herself. "I could show you. Just say the word. Do what you want to me. Please." She was almost whimpering, begging you to seize her. 

Moving quick, you slid to the left, tripped over the step stool Moira must've been using, as you tried to escape her, then stumbled to the other side of the room. Your ankle throbbed and your face burned, then your mind pricked. 

"Jesus, Moira. You just can't keep your hands to yourself at the cost of your own soul," came Constance's snide comment. She stood in the kitchen's exterior doorway. "Let alone the poor girl's." She leaned inward - likely for the second time - but found she could not enter. "What the Hell is this?"

"Anti-intruder charm. You're not getting in this house without express permission."

The blonde obviously didn't believe you as she kept trying to enter. "Why, that is just-"

"And if you'll excuse us, and even if you don't, Moira and I need to have a private conversation." With the snap of your fingers, the door casually slid shut and strangers couldn't even touch the door knob. You turned to the stunned housekeeper. It was quite an intoxicating expression. You could only imagine the face she would make if you fulfilled her wishes. What were you thinking? Of course you could only imagine her satisfied surprise to be satiated. Not only did you have a rule, you were already in a relationship. 

She wouldn't appreciate the term and she probably wasn't even being exclusive like you were, but she would be all you would see if you indulged with Moira. 

Facing said redhead, you reveled in her complete ignorance. With how many years she had existed, Moira probably considered herself worldly and wise. You were happy to prove her wrong. "Clearly, I am very capable and I know things you don't. You know things I don't. Stop trying to sleep with me."

The surprise melted into another smirk. "I just need your healing hands, nurse," she teased, taking a step toward you. 

With more fast moves, you limped from the kitchen and back upstairs. You were still hungry, but it was long forgotten. You tried to hide out and ignore the lava in your veins. Of course, you eventually had to leave the bedroom, the second one because you couldn't step foot in the Master without hearing that gunshot and you couldn't sleep without seeing Moira die, to pee. Intent on starving until Friday, you only went down the hall only to run into your maid, on her knees, scrubbing the rug. 

She looked over her shoulder at you like she knew you were coming. "I was worried, Miss. So I brought you some lunch, but I was so distracted thinking about your tongue and I made a mess. Not just down here." She eyed the rug and then you enticingly. "Can't you clean me up, miss?" she begged, backing her exposed, wet panties toward you. 

You felt a pulse of need in your own growing wetness. For a second, you could imagine her wrapping her legs around your back, pulling you in to taste her. You caught a glimpse of her cleavage as she stood and you bolted. You locked your knob and set your back against it. 

Moira stood before you, her blouse's buttons entirely undone. "You know that won't keep me out," the redhead deadpanned. She reached out and took your wrist, pulling your hand under her skirt. "You'd be so good. Make me..." your other hand rose to hold her side; she moaned softly at the willing touch, "Feel-"

You very suddenly, but calmly pushed Moira back a few steps. Your fingertips remembered the feel of her soft thighs. "Moira. This will not be happening. I am not alone and I will be heard. If I have to seal my room or tell you to go away, you will not invade my space again."

With those words, Moira seemed to understand how far she'd gone. In a blink, she was gone from your space. 

You let out a sigh of relief and dropped onto your bed. You crawled under the covers and dragged your phone off the nightstand, hoping to stomp out the tumultuous feelings. But the burst of cold and light cut off your downward spiral. 

"Okay, you can't do this," a very calm, almost maternal voice commanded. You looked over to see a woman with long blonde, wavy hair. She looked amazing, like she was glowing pregnant. But still, fantastically in shape. "I had a teenage daughter and according to my husband, you probably never got to experience the moody teen stage. He says you take care of others too much. It was a nice thing you did for those girls and the kid."

You just stared at the woman who was also suddenly in your space. "Thanks, but not really. They moved on, but I have no idea to where."

The woman tilted her head. Her wide, kind eyes seemed to see something else when she looked at you. For a moment, an emotion dominated her mind and will, and the woman reached a hand out for your oddly vulnerable face. You flinched from her touch, again bringing a ghost back to her senses. She smiled. "I'm sorry. My name's Vivien Harmon. I lived here a very short time. I know Moira's trying, but she really liked you. It isn't often she shows her body from when she died. She usually lets the owner's psyche decide how they see her. But she wants you to see her as attractive. I'm not saying it's right and you don't have to do anything, but neither of you can 'take advantage'."

You felt as though it was very possible, but logically knew few beings could overpower and none could force themselves on you. And Moira could walk through people if she pleased. It made you feel better (as was likely the point) about moving through the home. Moiraine was calmly wiping out the cabinets when you re-entered the kitchen. You didn't speak, poking your head in the fridge. 

"Ma'am," Moira started to speak from right beside you. You jumped and faced her, but nothing and no one touched. She reached past you, grabbing a tin of leftovers. "I'd like to apologize for my previous misstep." Those bright, innocent blue eyes helped with the maid's pout pointed up at you. "I've never felt like I do around you and I'm afraid I got a bit ahead of myself." She bit her lip and stepped further into you. She used the moment to hand you the food, but you could feel the spark she was letting control her. 

It made you warm as well and your eyes fell to that pout which immediately shifted to a smirk. 

You were saved by the bell, quite literally as it rang for the door. Slipping past the ginger, you didn't slip this time and made it safely around the corner. You slowed as you traversed the foyer. You saw someone through the window beside the door. They didn't move or shuffle nervously, oozing confidence through solid chestnut wood, from 6 feel away as you were still approaching. You felt some lingering excitement, an instinctual reaction, one that you frowned down upon. But as you turned the handle, and saw your visitor, your face lit up with the power of the sun. 

Pink-painted lips raised into their own grin, more contained than yours. Emerald eyes twinkled with real happiness, something the woman thought she'd ever have. The ancient witch thought she could be casual. Brush past your shocked frame, claim your bed, and dominate your heart again. It all sounded so simple. She would be safe, she would be loved, and she could go through your hidden Grimoires. Instead, gazing into the eyes she'd been deprived of (of her own volition), Rowena could feel only peace in your presence. The heavy and expensive bags fell from delicate arms and fingers, slamming violently to the ground. She slipped over the threshold, hands extended to hold your face. The ginger kissed you, forcing your arms to hold her tight. You were practically hugging the woman and you didn't let go when she pulled back. Instead, you littered her face with smaller kisses until a sweet smile erupted. You couldn't help but mirror her. 

"Shall I take this to your room?" Moira inferred, standing behind Rowena now, holding her bags. 

You weren't sure how you should feel, but it certainly wasn't guilt. You had only ever rebuffed the maid. You thought quickly. Of course you wanted to share the room (bed) with your girlfriend, but Rowena had standards. "No, Ro always sleeps in the Master." You didn't bother watching Moira pass with the bags, entirely enraptured by your returned lover. Unfortunately, she was interested in the hardly dressed help. Suspicious green eyes watched the maid until she was out of sight, then she raised an eyebrow at you. You blushed as you always did under her stare. "She came with the house. I didn't seek her out or hire her. But she does know a lot about the house and how to maintain it."

The expectation faded and the witch softened. "I was just surprised at her state, and yes the fact that you have a maid. You don't use the master bedroom?"

"You'll see," you promised in a whisper, easing yourself closer to her. You pressed your lips to her excitedly. "I was about to eat brunch. Join me?" you offered. 

Rowena pulled a pout, one you were helpless to resist. "Can't we go out?" She had to fight the smirk threatening the power of her pout. Rowena MacLeod knew precisely what she did to you. 

You wouldn't argue, but rather present alternatives and if one was good enough, your Wiccan mentor would deign to concede. "You just got in. Tonight?" you offered, rocking hopefully. Not that you didn't love her fancy dinners, but it had been months since you'd spent time with her, particularly (technically) alone. In public, you had to dress and act properly. In private, you were free to jump her bones and everything leading up to it. 

*

Rowena stayed. For days. It was the happiest the House had seen you and a few of them moved on purely off the energy you emitted. 

Not Moira, you were guilty to be pleased about. She was still there and still seductive. You supposed, because she hadn't re-entered yours or now Rowena's room, she thought you wouldn't do what you threatened. Which you hadn't. 

Despite Rowena's great power over you, you couldn't be talked into staying home. She even promised no one would notice - such were her hex bags - and you would get paid the same. Still, you tended to your patients - those could help that was still alive. Neither woman appreciated how much time and dedication you poured into the hospital. Even the hospital didn't appreciate you. So, when you got home, you'd forget your aching feet at the sight of your love and you'd kiss her, only to remember the pain as you went upstairs and changed. Exiting the bathroom, you found Moira bent over, picking up your dirty clothes, emptying your pockets, and putting it all in its proper place. You paused, half of your hair pulled up, mouth ajar. "Oh, you didn't have to- I would have-"

Had her skirt gotten shorter since Rowena's return to your life? You prayed not. The straps between her garter and stocking pulled taunt, about to snap. She stayed partially bent over, ensuring you could see her tits, not that you couldn't always with how many fasteners she left unbuttoned. But she faced you fully. "Oh, it's nothing, Miss. I'm happy to," she said halfway in a dark tone. 

"I can tell," an amused voice called from the doorway. You looked over to see Rowena still in her twinkling midnight gown. She stepped into the room, coming to stand beside you. 

"It's my job," Moira tried to excuse herself. She sensed Rowena was not to be trifled with and she gained proof when Rowena practiced magic with you. The younger ginger left the room and Rowena leveled you with another stare. 

You spent your nights in the master bedroom with Rowena, under her psychic protection. Rowena very easily dominated the house. Moira didn't show when she was around, no hostile ghost did lest she throw them straight to hell. And you, Rowena managed you better than she had anything. She made you eat - if it meant she got to dress you up and take you out - and sleep properly, if it meant making you call out. And she saw... everything. She noticed your nerves a few more times than she caused them and traced it back to her fellow ginger, often being promiscuous. She let the teasing go on until her amusement at your shyness ran dry. 

It was that night, of a day you had off, that Rowena cornered the maid. "I see you," the older ginger taunted. 

The ghost thought she was so clever, showing her crush's lover only her old self. But Rowena was psychic beyond Moira's understanding. She'd seen everything you had and she understood the attraction. Her question was if Moira truly felt it back. While one eye was cloudy as a consequence, Moira was quite innocent in her gaze up at the witch. She was in the middle of folding clothes, her final chore of the week. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

Rowena slowly sauntered into the room, further into Moira's space. "With my darling heart. I've seen you looking, worming into her heart, trying for her pants. Normally, you'd be on the next train down under. Fortunately for you, you're my sweet's type but not exactly like me." Rowena would never compete for your affections, but in this wild world, she could appreciate having an obedient, supernatural eye on her treasure. If you insisted on staying still and working, you could do with the extra company and for that, you chose the perfect lodging. Even if you were thinning the company. 

Moira gingerly closed the dryer door. "I don't understand."

Oh, she was so cute! Moira was a lot like you. Moving in, Rowena could feel her heart melt that you got to fall for someone just like you. Dainty hands were not to be underestimated as they wrapped in a scarlet bun and pull Moira up to kiss Rowena. 

The now young woman rested a hand on her elder's heart. 

"Do ya still wish to bed mah girl?" she asked expectantly. 

Moira's eyes were almost green at this age. Her plump lips usually bitten down on were now ajar as she was stunned by her prey's lover. She looked at smug, pink-painted lips and felt more alive than she ever had. Real life sex had nothing on the temptation delivered by Rowena MacLeod. "Yes," she sighed, overwhelmed by the idea of two strong witches bringing her as close to heaven as Moira could get. 

With her grip on Moira's hair, Rowena pulled the ghost just out of kissing distance. "Then you have to change your approach," the witch commanded. 

Moira stared up at her in total confusion. "I know what men-"

"My girl is not some man. I imagine you test the taken ones, expose more and more of yourself until their self control snaps and they fuck your brains out. Your work is done," Rowena guessed. She watched her new squeeze nod helplessly. "If we all are going to make this work, you're going to have to get used to being on top. At the very least, with me there, doing as you're told. " Rowena was careful, but she moved her hand to Moira's throat. "Our youngest can't help but crawl beneath us. She can follow commands and sometimes surprise you, but most regularly, you're gonna have to do the directing. Exert your control; you can make her do the rest, if you so please." Rowena pressed her lips to the ghost's cheek. "But I'll be there for now." Smiling, the ginger led her fellow upstairs, to the master bed. 

You were already in there, sleeping soundly on your side, unknowingly protecting your own mind. You had your back to the door, but Rowena allowed none of these factors to deter her. She crawled up onto the mattress with you. Moira stood behind you, her hand playing with your hair. "Miss, maybe we should wait for her to wake on her own."

One dainty finger met your chin, tilting your sleeping face up at her. "Trust me. She'll worry about taking advantage of you because of your position, and even if you met on the street." Rowena lowered her tone so as not to wake you and also to turn Moira on even as she advised her. "It's a perk and a part of her poor submissive helplessness." Rowena rolled you onto your back, watching you stir from the slight movement. Her hands explored vulnerable flesh, squeezing your throat briefly before wandering to cup your ass. Her free hand slid under the  neckline of your shirt. 

Coming around was a struggle for you. You had severely underestimated this bed, deterred by the visions, but it was mind blowing. You started to understand Rowena's sleeping habits more. And the soft wandering hands couldn't but relax you, accustomed to Rowena's touch. You were not expecting another redhead in the room, so when you finally looked up, your eyes bugged. You sat up quickly, never breaking eye contact with her, even as you tried to right your clothes. But Rowena's grip would not be swayed. She slid one hand lower, going to lift your shirt, but you stopped her. "'Wena," you protested, eyes glued to the maid. 

Moira reached for your face, venturing to press her lips to yours. Your hand hovered by the bun, not touching but kissing her just as passionately as her you. Her hands were surprisingly soft, especially considering how hard you knew she worked, but you discovered just how gentle her touch was as Moira followed Rowena's lead. "Be good," she whispered like someone who knew too much. 

You groaned your girlfriend's name, knowing she'd showed Moira some secrets. 

Rowena pulled your hair so you faced her now. "Little Moira wanted to play. And I can feel how much you want to," the ancient witch teased, hand slipped down your waistband to hold your hot wet spot. She pulled at your shirt again, but, with Moira's help, she succeeded this time. She pressed a kiss to your neck, then another. Then, Moira helped her. 

You were dizzy and breathless, arms held out to touch the woman wherever you could. 

Rowena was the aggressor, like usual, her lips pushing you into the maid. Those hands seized the opportunity to wander your bare sides then unclasp your bra. Rowena kissed your collarbone while Moira pinched and pulled your nipples. "What dirty thoughts have you been having about your maid?" Rowena teased. You gasped, then stared, never daring to say it. Your mentor bit your neck and pinched your thigh to make you beg Moira to sit on your face. Two sets of emerald eyes twinkled and evil corrupted, as it did. 

[dont-call-me-william]

Any suggestions ? ~Billy

[sunflowerharrington]

The Happiness Project

it’s here, it’s finally here! sorry it took so long to rewrite! this time it’ll be alternating pov’s between tate and autumn, so that we can all get to know both of them a lot better :) chapter names are named after lyrics to ‘are you ok’ by daniel caesar. ps; the photos are either classwork given that’s important to the plot, flashbacks or dreams, or whatever else it may be…

Autumn is part French, just so you know. Get out y’all’s Google Translates if you need it. (It also helps me remember all the words I’ve been learning on and off for give or take five years.) It won’t be used a LOT, but there’ll be bits and pieces throughout, especially when she gets mad lmaoo

Making a new taglist for this fic. DM, comment or slide in my inbox to be added to it, they’re always open :)

head canon: constance definitely didn’t choose ‘tate’ as tate’s birth name, which is why it’s not tate in this. adelaide, beauregard, rose and TATE? nah. that doesn’t sound right.

chapter one: been starin' at your face, from across the room now.

wc: 4233

warnings: none for this chapter :)

AUTUMN’S POV.

Autumn had just walked out the door when the blonde haired woman rushed over to her, eyes wide with worry and excitement all at the same time. “Your first day of real school at that Westfield place, Autumn! God, you’ve grown up so fast!” Her mom began sniffling, and Autumn wrapped her arms around her, and she hugged Autumn back just as tight.

Autumn pulled away first, pressing a kiss to her mom’s forehead before picking up her school bag and heading down the steps leading away from the front of the place she grew to call home, where she could absolutely 100% be herself with no judgement… Well, a little judgement but that’s life, and she was willing to accept that.

“Tell my other mom I said I love her and I’ll see her later!”

“Okay, sweetie pie. I also love you!” Her mom called out, first mom. She had two adoptive moms, and four friends who were like sisters to her, all of whom were just like her. And it was weird of her to think of them as sisters after hooking up with one beforehand for months, behind the “scenes.”

“Love you too, mom!”

While registering for school she decided to also sign herself up for the cheer squad, and tryouts were that afternoon so she grabbed her cheer bag on the way out too. And it was as if she travelled through time, in an instant, in the blink of an eye she was standing outside Westfield High, her new school. Her first normal school and the first time she would be taught anything anywhere other than what her biological parents, biological grandparents, adoptive moms and now “adoptive grandma” taught her.

She took a deep breath and headed through the gates, her head downcast so as to not draw too much attention to herself, although she was the new girl so obviously there would be eyes on her all day, one pair in particular catching her attention. She never got much male attention as she was always playing matchmaker for her friends, and never for herself. Always the bridesmaid and never the bride. And besides, the only man in the house was the creepy butler who gave Autumn the shivers, and who was also totally, like, a century older than her.

It was a challenge to push past all of the students to get to her first ever class, English with Mr Henderson in Room 11, and getting lost in the completely wrong building, but she got there in the end.

Five minutes late. For her first class ever. Marvellous!

It sounded like people had been laughing to themselves in the classroom when Autumn put her hand over the doorknob and it opened, and she stepped inside.

Wasn’t supposed to do that outside of home but nobody saw, it’s fine. It’s totally fine.

“Sorry I’m late, Sir. I got lost, I-I’m new here,” she said, tangling her fingers up with each other, nerves bundling in the pit of her stomach as her professor spun around on his feet with a stern look on his face.

His formal stature towered over her as he took a look at her timetable, nodding to himself and then he handed it back to her. “You’re off the hook since you’re new. Take a seat, we can talk after class has ended.”

She shuffled over to one of the free seats in the room, up in the front row and sat down next to a brunette haired girl wearing the school’s cheer uniform. Must be another girl wanting to be on the team. The girl turned to Autumn, giving her a big, bright smile.

“New girl, huh? I’m Chloe!”

Chloe was cute, with her sparkling brown eyes that took up most of her face and her hair was tied up into a high ponytail, a few loose pieces hanging down to frame her face. She was on the petite side and so far was by far the most energetic person Autumn had ever been around.

Autumn blinked at her in surprise, she hadn’t expected to be noticed, let alone for someone to make a point to say hello to her. “Autumn ,” she replied, pushing strands of her own black hair behind her ear, and she couldn’t help but feel a set of eyes on her, two sets, actually.

But then the feeling of someone watching her vanished when Chloe turned around and asked the two boys to stop being creepy, and that’s when Autumn turned around and locked eyes with him. He was sitting down the back of the room, trying to hide his blushing face by having his curly blonde hair hanging down to hide as much as he could.

You know the feeling when you step out from a dark place and into the sun, and the light is so white that your eyes sting and you feel blinded? Where you shut down into panic mode for just a moment, afraid you’ll never see the sun again? Well, that’s what it was like seeing him for the first time, to her.

He had pale skin with that blush flushing across his cheeks and short, curly blonde hair that flopped every which way around his face. His dark brown eyes sparkled while talking to his friend beside him about God knows what, and using his hand to more than likely get a point across. The boy faced forward and looked into Autumn’s eyes as he caught her staring,—

—She blinked rapidly and looked back at him again, this time back in the classroom. She had no idea what had just happened, but chose to just brush it off.

The boy whispered something to his friend, and his friend; tan skin, long black hair and black eyes, just shook his head and turned back into his seat, as Autumn turned back into hers.

“Okay class, now that everyone has finally decided to show up,” Mr Henderson gave Autumn a look. “Let’s talk about your upcoming project!”

Project? The only projects Autumn had ever done before this was helping her mates find some boys to flirt with at a college party. She’d been planning for months, talking to every guy at the party though only one was interested, and he ended up sadly passing away that night. The poor guy. And she couldn’t even begin to imagine how his family must have felt.

And her other project was some botanical study with her mom down in the greenhouse at the end of their garden where she made “special juice to keep the bad people away.” People being some woman named Marie, and some ‘Papa’ guy, whoever they were.

Autumn hoped it would be work she could do on her own, she never was one to put herself out there, especially since basically everyone she knew lived with her other than that college boy, who was now dead so it wasn’t like she could talk to him again since nobody could find his body in the morgue (she thought that, anyways). And other than Chloe, she hadn’t spoken to anyone else in the room. “Merde, J'aurais dû parler à plus de gens!” She muttered to herself, until she did a double take. Wait a minute… When have I ever spoken French to other people other than Dad? This is so weird…

“We are starting a new unit on romance literature. Before I show you anything, I would like to see what you can do on your own.”

Littérature romantique— Girl… Dee said speak and think in ENGLISH. Maybe Gra-mere was a bit too much of an influence on me.

Romance literature? Autumn was intrigued to say the least. She needed a bit of romance in her life, since she only knew platonic love and nothing more.

“How are we supposed to do anything if we haven’t been taught anything?” One of the boys in the back of the class blurted out, the blonde boy, the one Autumn was making ogle eyes at earlier. Mr Henderson shook his head at the boy, and clearly was taking absolutely no bull crap today.

“That’s the whole point, Mr Langdon. I would like to see what works of romance you can find, and how you interpret them without my help.” Mr Henderson explained. “You’ll work in pairs of two. You’ll have to look for a work of literature that relates to love, it can be a poem, a song or a short story, interpret it and make a short video that relates to your piece. You will have two weeks to finish this. At the end of the two weeks I expect a copy of the piece, and yes, you both have to be in it.”

Pairs of two? Oh no. Autumn’s worst nightmare. And even more so after the next question when the blonde haired boy’s friend raised his hand.

“No, Mr Finstein. You do not get to choose your partners, as I have already assigned them.” Mr Henderson answered before the boy could ask. He lowered his hand.

Langdon and Finstein, okay I have to remember those names. And Chloe’s, of course.

“Your partners have been posted in our online class group along with guidelines and rules on the project,” Mr Henderson continued. “I’ll give you a minute to look at who your partner is and then clear your desk for your pop quiz.”

Everyone pulled out their phones to login to the online classroom, the code being put up on the board. Autumn was absolutely bricking it, not knowing anyone there, except saying ‘hi’ to Chloe once. And a pop quiz? — Autumn had no idea what that was but she hated it already. She heard the two boys in the back audibly gasp, and one groaned quite loudly, their names mustn’t be next to each other. And why the hell is Autumn’s surname wrong in the classroom? Well, it’s wrong according to her. Completely wrong, they couldn’t have even put her birth name? No?

She scrolled through the list, nodding at each name as they came down the line, and then she saw who’s name was next to hers;

Wait a minute. Langdon. Langdon. The name. The one Mr Henderson said. The blonde boy? No freaking way! She couldn’t believe her eyes, and also couldn’t believe that Chloe had been partnered with the boy sitting next to this Langdon boy. His best friend, Marcus. Her stomach tumbled over and down an imaginary hill and she wanted to run out of the classroom and never look back. Why all of a sudden were those brown eyes the only thing on her mind?

“Oh, good luck with that one,” Chloe chuckled from beside her, nudging Autumn’s elbow with hers to get her attention.

Autumn raised her eyebrows, and Chloe continued, “He’s like… I think there’s something wrong with Tate…”

Tate? Thought his name was Edward, no?

“Everybody has something wrong with them, some people are just better at hiding it,” Autumn muttered to herself. Ding ding, got it in one, Autumn, and she was one who was great at hiding who she really was. Oh golly, the bell rang, and she looked down at her empty test; it was just six multiple choice questions. She could have easily done it, but was too busy bricking this project and it hadn’t even begun yet.

“Turn in your test to me before you leave. I’ll see you all tomorrow,” Mr Henderson said, and with that, Autumn handed in her test and walked to her next class, her last class today; Maths. Though she had cheerleading tryouts so she wouldn’t even be doing any work.

Tryouts had been tough to say the least, but Autumn ultimately got a spot on the squad, earning the proper cheer outfit and a blue bow from the HBIC, Bailey Diaz. On her way to her locker she bumped into the boy from English class and her heart stopped completely for a good two seconds.

“Hey, Ed— I mean, Tate! Sorry… I’m still learning names,” she said louder than anticipated, and he turned around to fully face her. Handsome Tate was talking to her. Her. Autumn. He was talking to Autumn. God, what does she say now?

“Oh, uh… hey! Autumn, right?”

“Yeah.” She began twisting her foot on the floor from side to side, fiddling with a coin in the pocket of her navy hoodie as she spoke. “Thought Henderson was going to kick me out of class for being late earlier.”

“Nah, he likes the girls in the class. A little too much if you ask me,” he muttered. “Uh- what am I even saying? Why the hell are you talking to me? You’re going to get bullied if anyone sees you with me.”

“People who bully others are just insecure in their own skin, Tate. So I don’t let it bother me. Besides, I have a reason to be over here.” I do? She does? Okay, think of something quick!

She watched as he silently nodded, waiting for her to say something else, so she blurted out the first thing that came to mind; “So anyways. Since we’re working together on the project… figured I’d give you my number.” She looked into those gorgeous brown eyes of his and felt a weird feeling rushing to her knees, making her almost fall. Holy guaca-goddamn-moly. “If you want it, that is...” Did she just kind of, sort of, maybe ask for his number? Bold move.

“Uh…sure. I uh—are you sure you want to give me your number? I mean, of course it’s for the project but, uh…” He stuttered, stumbling over his words, trying to form a coherent sentence and failing magnificently. Autumn wondered why, he seemed so confident in himself before and now he looked like he was bricking this conversation as much as she was. Which in fact had some truth to it.

“Why would I ask if I didn’t want to?” Am I being rude? No, of course not, this isn’t rudeness. It’s just making conversation!

“Fair,” he muttered under his breath. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and held it out for Autumn to take after unlocking it, and suddenly, she forgot how to use a phone. Well done, now you’ve messed it all up.

With shaky hands she opened the contact list and typed in her phone number, smiling at the picture she saw moments ago of his home screen. He looked so happy holding a vinyl record with an older woman next to him, presumably his mom. Autumn blushed deeply as she handed the phone back a moment later.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Tate!” She smiled, waving at him with her shaking hand before spinning around on her heel and bolting out of the school. Literally.

After her conversation with Tate she ran home, forgetting to speak to Mr Henderson about being late but she could do that tomorrow. She was greeted by her mom standing at the doorway with a young man clinging onto her, his blonde curls hanging over his brown eyes so she couldn’t see who he was, until she did, and she almost passed out. A boy? At an all-girls academy? The butler was enough male-ness to have to put up with as it was, and now another man has joined?

“What the… Mom…? Who is this?” Autumn asked, gesturing to the man.

“This is Kyle! He’ll be staying with us for a while, I’m sure you won’t mind.”

“Hmm, a boy at an all girl’s academy...” Autumn wasn’t convinced in the slightest. She walked up the steps past the two and opened the door, only to be pulled back outside. ‘Kyle’ held onto her arm with his tight grip and looked into her eyes.

—She blinked frantically and was blinded by the sunlight back outside on the front porch to her home, the man shaking her shoulders to bring her back from zoning out. He carefully wiped the tears from underneath Autumn’s eyes as they rushed down her hot cheeks and gave her the sweetest smile she ever saw. Who the hell could hurt a man like this? A random stranger doing this was bad enough, but quickly she learned that that was Kyle’s own mother.

“I-I’m so sorry, T-Kyle,” she choked, and he threw his arms around her, now crying too because she was crying. She mentally kicked herself off the balcony upstairs for almost calling him Tate. Yeah, he looked strikingly similar and almost identical to him, but she still felt bad because obviously this wouldn’t be Tate standing in front of her. He’d never do that. Ever. He probably doesn't like her at all.

Autumn looked at her mom, who was also trying to hold back tears. “New power?” Misty asked, and Autumn nodded, resting her lips against Kyle’s shoulder to try to hold back the shaking in her voice. “I think so. I was in his mind when he looked into my eyes and I saw bad things… Really bad. I don’t like this power at all, take it back I don’t want it.”

Misty nodded, giving her a small smile. “I know, doll, I know. Some of these powers we have are scary. We should probably tell Dee, so you can add it to your list.”

“That’s three new powers this week! It’s all too much. I just wanna be normal. But that can’t happen, can it? You can tell her. I’m going upstairs.”

When Autumn ran up to her room after removing herself from Kyle’s embrace, he followed her. Kyle was only beginning to learn what basic emotions were, but he felt happy when Autumn hugged him. And he thought she was also really pretty.

He struggled to keep up with her, and when he opened her bedroom door, he found her looking at something and smiling. She noticed him standing in her doorway and instead of telling him to go away like her mind was telling her to do, she invited him in. Especially after what she witnessed a few minutes ago. He sat in the middle of the floor and wouldn’t move when Autumn asked him to sit on her bed, so she sat on the floor next to him. He brought his arms back around her and she reciprocated, and they stayed like this even after Kyle had fallen asleep in her arms.

She lifted one of her hands up and a pillow floated over to her, for her to rest Kyle’s head against when she rested it against her body. And she sat with her thoughts for a while, wondering what the hell happened to him, and what all those scars on his body were from.

Moments later Zoe knocked on the door and entered, a slight frown forming on her face when she noticed the boy she had a crush on was ‘cuddling’ with her best friend, though her expression softened a little more when she realised Autumn had probably been the one to find him. “You found Kyle?”

“Misty did. I’m just making sure he’s okay right now. Though he did fall asleep on me,” Autumn giggled quietly, and Zoe joined them both on the floor, also joining the embrace.

They both let out a soft ‘awh’ when Kyle smiled in his sleep, reaching out to take Autumn’s hand in his, and Autumn took Zoe’s hand and placed it in Kyle’s too.

“I heard a shout from outside a little while ago,” Zoe started. “Was that you?”

Autumn shook her head and smiled at Zoe, who didn’t question any further. I have the ability to control others? Nice. Now I won’t ever get any homework or bad grades. Her phone lit up, interrupting her thoughts, and she gasped when she saw who it was from.

hi, it’s tate

Autumn felt her heart dropping through the ceiling, and the downstairs floor, all the way through the centre of the earth and back out the other side, and a weird feeling bouncing all over the inside of her stomach and her rib cage. Why was she so nervous? He’s just a boy in her class, not Jamie Dornan!

“Who are you talking to?”

“A boy from my class. His name’s Tate. We’re doing an English project together,” Autumn said, typing out a reply without thinking, until she began overthinking everything even down to the way she typed it out.

Hey, Tate! Thanks for giving me your number :)

Was that smiley face too much? Probably, but it had been sent already so she couldn’t delete it and think of some other way to say what she wanted to say. And so she sat there, waiting for an answer as if he’d answer her, and then he did. And Autumn almost threw her phone across the room.

no problem :) should i have something done for the project tomorrow?

It was just a question, a simple question that only needed a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. But as Autumn always did, she made it much more complicated than that; writing and rewriting her message a million and one times before squeezing her eyes shut and hitting the send button.

I asked Mr Henderson after cheer tryouts today and he said we would be working on the project in class. So nah, we can work on it tomorrow :)

And what a goddamn lie that was. She was about to read his next message when the door flung open, disrupting the peace. It was the new maid, Delphine, looking for Queenie, who wasn’t in her room. And when Delphine made her exit, Autumn’s other best friend, Stephanie, joined them in the room, a school bag on her back.

“You’re going to school too?” Autumn raised an eyebrow, giving the blonde a pointed look, who nodded, setting her bag down on Autumn’s bed.

“Yeah, Westfield, just like you. Wanted you to have a friendly face to talk to in the halls, though I did notice you ogling Wednesday Addams earlier. So I guess that’s two friendly faces. He looks, like, identical to Kyle, right?”

“Wait… Tate looks like Kyle?” Zoe asked, leaving the embrace and laying down on her bed, Stephanie joining her. “Is that why you’re hogging Kyle now?”

“I’m not hogging Kyle, Zo. And no, I don’t like Tate so why would I?”

“Hm, sure,” Zoe and Stephanie both said at the same time under their breaths.

Autumn lay her head against Kyle’s shoulder, closing her eyes, Stephanie and Zoe’s teasing fading into the distance in her mind…

The remainder of her day after that short nap had been spent listening to some music Misty wanted her to listen to as she unwound herself from that day’s stress. And helping Kyle learn his ABC’s again, after Zoe had told her all about how she and Madison brought him back to life a month ago but today was his first full day in the academy. Somebody had to take care of him.

Then a little notification popped up on her screen; it was Tate again.

sounds good

She chose to not reply after that, which Tate probably wouldn’t blame her for. How the hell does somebody reply to ‘sounds good’ anyways? Not for her to be rude or anything,, she just didn’t know how.

When nightfall came, Autumn found herself lying on her bed with Kyle in her arms and a jealous Zoe Benson in the bed next to them. She didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as Kyle, but he looked too adorable to be kicked out of her bed. So she lay back down, with his chest pressed against her back, listening to his soft breathing as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

It’s just a project. It’ll be done in three weeks max. Worst case scenario I keep calling Tate Kyle and Kyle Tate and they both get too annoyed to ever talk to me again. But that won’t happen. Of course it won’t, right? I hope not. Who’ll be my partner for the project then? Stephanie? If she gets moved into my English class, maybe…

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[sirendoesomestuf]

Ok ok, hear me out, a X-Men Movies/AHS Crossover AU where Peter is not only a vampire, but the son of The Countess (and maybe Mr.March??) and grew up in the hotel. He joined the X-Men when he was in his teenage years and has talked to his mother a lot but is too busy too see her, something that disheartens both of them. Then he and the X-Men go on a mission to the Hotel Cortez and since none of the other X-Men know he grew up there, they are extremely confused when he is super excited to go there, and even more confused when he addresses all the staff by name, gets many “Welcome Home” hugs, and calls a woman there “Mom”

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james/zoe au gifs i made because i was bored (◡‿◡✿) (1 of 2)

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Dean Winchester #5

“You’re a witch!!” Dean practically growled gun locked and loaded. Shrugging mischievously Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes “What the constant Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks didn’t give you even a little bit of a clue?” Pouting mockingly the younger female giggled. “Guess the famous Winchesters just aren’t that smart. Still I’m surprised it took you this long.” Walking to the shitty motel mini bar Y/N grab a beer so low in alcohol content it was more like water. “You know Dean girls like intellectuals especially when said male is lacking in other areas.” Scoffing Dean failed to hide the hurt look that fell over his rugged face.

Sighing Y/N perched herself gingerly on the awful bedding that no doubt was covered in multiple mysterious stains. “It’s been three years Dean if I wanted to hurt you I could have done that within 5 minutes of meeting you. But I didn’t.”

This statement didn’t seem to bring any comfort to the eldest Winchester. “Look I’ll leave if you want but I can promise you the minute I leave all of hell will open up on your doorstep. You will be screwed. It will be like using paper as armour, completely defenceless. There are things rotting in the pits of hell you have yet to face and they don’t take kindly to egotistical hunters.” Silence was the only thing that met her. Nodding in understanding the y/h/c girl grabbed her aged jacket and left. She refused to protect someone so arrogant they couldn’t look past her heritage. She didn’t ask to be born with powers that were freaky and weird.

Sam glared at his brother he’d remained silent during the exchange but he couldn’t bite his tongue anymore. “You are a total idiot Dean! She was our friend.” Sam couldn’t even bring himself to look at the older man. Choking back the lump of guilt Dean shrugged putting his gun away. “No Sammy she was a liar.” His usually bright apple green orbs now dull and lifeless. Scoffing in disbelief Sam shook his head. “Did you ever think maybe just maybe she was protecting us.” Scowling Dean busied himself with flipping through the shitty tv channels still on at the late hour. “People like her don’t protect Sam anyway we’re Winchester’s. I don’t need anyone but you.” Sam felt sad for his brother, sad for how brainwashed John had made him.

Opening the peeling red door Sam checked the dusty car lot to see any sign of Y/N. Turning to the other male Sam sighed “And look where that got you Dean.” Shrugging on his jacket Sam walked off into the night not even waiting for the door to shut before he started calling Y/N’s name.

The dark night was unforgiving in temperatures but that was the least of Y/N’s worry. The clicking of the pay phone irritated her but her phone had died and she didn’t really know where she was. The clicking stopped a crackling replaced it making the seemingly abandoned gas station even more creepy.

“Fiona it’s me. Can you come get me.”

A/N I like it but idk what this really was 😂 kinda like a supernatural x AHS Coven cross over when Fiona was still Supreme. Set maybe season 3 or 4.

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Told ya’ll I’d make a lyric video! I did it... I need to do more XD I’m good at it... I need to XD I think I have a problem...