Hey you! Can I please request a one shot with my Kyle-bear (Kyle Spencer) with prompts 37 and 40 of the non NSFW list (I couldn't find the NSFW one 😔)
Return of the Dead
Pairing: Kyle Spencer x female reader
Fandom: American Horror Story
Warnings: mention of death, female reader, angst!
Word Count: 1,172
A/N: OKAY, IN THIS VERSION KYLE'S HANDS ARE HIS OWN BECAUSE I FULLY BELIEVE MADISON WOULDN'T HAVE WANTED HIM TO HAVE THE HANDS OF SOMEONE WHO VIOLATED HER. Okay now.. thank you so much for this request! I hope you enjoy this! It ended up being quite long, I'm sorry. As far as the NSFW prompt list, it's at the very very beginning of my blog. I'm still in the process of making a masterlist, which will include both prompts.
Summary: After bugging Madison and Zoe nonstop Kyle gets fed up and decides he, your dead boyfriend, needs to see you.
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For three months you were the only thing Kyle asked for, even before Fiona “restored” him, you're name was the one thing that always left his mouth. Each time Zoe or Madison would enter the room he would gaze at them, muttering your name as a question.
“Y-Y/n?”
They would sigh, looking at him with genuine remorse, “I'm sorry Kyle, but you can't go see her yet.”
And he'd shake his head, not liking their answer. He'd say your name again, more firmly this time, “Y/n.”
Zoe would hand him the photo of you that she took when she had tried to take Kyle back to his mom. Kyle would stare at it, mumbling your name over and over as he admires you. It was a picture he took of you during your first date. You had gotten ice cream together and accidentally gotten it on your nose. Classic and cheesy and absolutely adorable. Kyle wanted to see you more than anything else, but he didn't understand the state you had been in.
You'd been an absolute mess. You'd skipped that party on that fateful night, deciding that you needed to study for your mid-term more than party with Kyle. You regretted every moment of not going and spent the first month and a half sobbing your heart out each day, unaware of the fact that Zoe had tried to reach out to you multiple times only to hear your cries. When the third month passed it wasn't any easier, but you managed to compose yourself enough to not cry every day and to even begin going back to your lectures.
By the third month, Fiona had “restored” Kyle, and his need to see you had not dwindled in the slightest bit. Each day he'd go to Zoe in the morning, sitting on her bed and waiting for her to wake up. After the fifth day, she didn't jump anymore but simply watched Kyle.
“Y/n?”
“Kyle,” Zoe would sigh, “I'm sorry but not yet, she's not ready for this. To understand this.”
Kyle would argue back until finally, Madison would snap at him, ordering him to get to work. It wasn't until another week passed that Kyle finally snapped.
“You just want to keep me here for yourself!”
“Kyle?” Zoe gasped, “No, that's not it at all. Y/n isn't ready to understand this.”
This would only infuriate him even more, he had thrown a vase in his anger, fully yelling now, “No! No! She's my girlfriend, not yours! I know her, you don't! She would want me there now, she would have wanted me there months ago!”
It had been on a random day when Kyle finally snapped at Zoe, completely insignificant but luckily on your day off from school and work. You were sat at your desk, taking notes on the current chapter in one of your classes, mindlessly trying to distract yourself from the fact that Kyle wasn't there with you. His head wasn't on your shoulder, his voice wasn't begging you to stop doing work, his arms weren't wrapping around you and pulling you away from your desk. You paused, looking up at the small photo of Kyle and you that you had on your desk when the front door to your apartment burst open.
On instinct you screamed, leaping out of your chair and stumbling backward as you looked towards the man who stormed into your apartment. You stared in horror, your eyes impossibly wide as you looked at your dead boyfriend. A sob wrenched itself out of your throat unconsciously, causing a hand to fly up and cover your mouth as Kyle stepped forward and you stepped back.
“Y/n.. honey, don't you remember me?”
Another sob yanked out of your throat as you stumbled back until you hit your couch, tears falling as you cried out, “It’s all in my head. This isn’t actually happening, you’re not real!”
“Of course I'm real."
Your knees gave way as you crashed to the floor, your tears uncontrollable as you shook your head desperate to get rid of this sick hallucination. Only it wasn't a hallucination, and that became even more apparent as Kyle sat in front of you, criss-cross, and gently laid down his hands. Immediately you cried harder, just short of screaming as you noticed the clover on his arm and you knew this wasn't your Kyle. Your Kyle would never get a tattoo, your Kyle would never get a matching tattoo with one of your frat brothers.
“Honey… love, y/n, please. Calm down, you're going to attract people,” Kyle begged as he took in your shaking form, desperate to hold you and bring you comfort as he'd once been able to. You let out another loud wail and on instinct Kyle reached out, pulling you into his chest, “Please.. calm down.”
“No! No! No!” You cried out pushing against ‘Kyle’, “You're not Kyle, you're not real! Kyle would never get a tattoo!”
You could feel him stiffen at your words but he continued his attempt to calm you. He rests his head on your shoulder, his mouth near your ear, “It's me, honey, it's me. You know it's me because nobody but you and I know about what my mother did to me for all those years. All those years until you got me out and got me safe, here, with you.”
His name left your lips in a soft cry as you grasped onto him, your tears slowly beginning to stop, “You're dead.. you were in multiple… I saw your… oh god Kyle what's going on.”
“I can explain it all later."
“Kyle!?” A girl shouted as she ran into your apartment, eyes landing on the two of you.
“Who are you?” You immediately questioned as you felt Kyle huff against your shoulder, refusing to turn his head.
“I'm Zoe, I brought your boyfriend back.”
Your eyes widened as your tears seemed to finally stop, “Yea, because that's a normal thing to say.”
“It's true,” Kyle whispered, “She brought me back. She and her friend.”
“I... I don't understand,” You mumbled, pulling back to look at Kyle.
“I'll help you understand,” Kyle smiled softly, his hand gently pushing your hair back causing you to notice the thick scars around his wrists.
“Kyle,” You mumbled grabbing his wrist gently, “What happened… why are there scars?"
“I'm okay y/n. I told you I can explain it all soon. Let's just enjoy now okay?”
“I... I guess I'll leave," Zoe mumbled, stepping back out of your apartment, “I uh.. you know where I am Kyle.”
He simply nodded, having not looked at the girl once since she came. Instead, he stared at you, admiring you like it was the first time he ever saw you. He never wanted to let you go, and now that he had you back he never planned to let you go. You were completely freaked out by the situation, that was a given, but deep down you were just happy to have Kyle back.
