"American Horror Story: Murder House"

Ex título: Todo se fue al carajo y fui la cómplice (Kai Anderson)|•••historia actualizada •••| ¿Qué sucede cuando el único refugio de una víctima es la sombra de un monstruo? En un pueblo donde la moral se desvanece tras las máscaras de un culto ancestral, se teje una historia de amor tan pura como sangrienta. Leah, una joven marcada por el trauma y el desprecio de quienes debían protegerla, se convierte en la figura central de un juego de poder macabro. A su lado está Kai, un líder metódico que no busca poseerla, sino blindar su existencia contra un mundo que intenta consumirla.

𝐻𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝐸𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑟 𝐸𝑛 𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝐿𝑜𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑀𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎́𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑒 Evan decide alejarse del mundo de la fama luego de varios inconvenientes y relaciones fallidas, optando por irse a la vida clasica y de pueblo a la otra punta del continente

[COMPLETED] A series of Imagines and One Shots of Evan Peters' Characters and himself :)

kai anderson imagines, a lot of smut heheheh❤️

Why is it so hard at 15 years old? I mean, maybe its just the life I have, but still why is it so difficult? Why am I the one who doesn't have a father? Why am I the one who has to suffer watching my mother dying day in and day out from cancer? My name is Lily, Lily Harper Blackwell, my mother is Stephanie Blackwell, a well renowned photographer here in California. Unfortunately, a year ago she was diagnosed with terminal cancer and has been getting worse by the day. There was just one thing I never expected her to say in her last days. "You need to call your father"

Let's ignore the VERY original title and cut to the chase: Lucy is an angel who fell from Heaven. It was a total accident. She was supposed to be sent down to Earth to HELP the rock star who needed her so desperately, not slip down a staircase and fall right into his arms! But, boy, is he dreamy...

I'm Gracie Anne Bennett. 32. Lead singer and frontwoman of Velvet Ember - loud on stage, quiet in love. And He's 63. W. Axl Rose. Rock icon, living legend...and my male best friend for the past 12 years. We met when I was 20 - wide-eyed, wild, and chasing dreams louder than my heartbeat. He saw something in me when no one else did. Now the world knows my name, but he still sees the girl behind the mic. We've never crossed the line. Not once. but something is shifting. Late night calls. Lingering looks. Lyrics that sound a little too much like love. The world wouldn't understand. Hell, maybe neither do we. But when music is all you've ever known...What happens when he becomes the song that you just can't stop singing?

"Grow up. So immature"

"I'll take it ,god dammit "