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mrs-march-ahs · 2 years

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how would the evans react to a giggly and affectionate drunk!reader?

The Evans with a Drunk Reader

Drunk! Evans link :)

not just descriptions but i tried to think of some specific nice scenarios :) (no austin today but everybody else) enjoy !

Tate -Loves it because he needs attention and affection -You come home from a party drunk as hell and try to get yourself into bed -Tate sets out pjamas for you, helps you go brush your teeth, and lays you down in bed on your side -If you’re overly giddy and excited he’ll try and calm you down -He’ll lay you down in bed and wipe your makeup off for you, shushing you to sleep -It probably doesn’t work and you stay giggly, but Tate keeps trying - “Hey now-”, Tate says softly squatting by your bed. - “You’re an all star!”, you laugh and sing. - “Shhh”, Tate tries to coo, not being able to hide his smile

Kit -Kit loves seeing you drunk -Kit used to put the clock backs on New Years Eve so that the kids could go to bed at a reasonable time, but now he just lets them stay up with you -He lets them have a little champagne and celebrate, but that’s if they even stay awake long enough -He’s a Cool Dad so he lets them go to bed without brushing their teeth on New Years, so he carries them straight to bed at 00:02 -But when they’re tucked in bed with a glistening kiss on their forehead, you and Kit stay up -You drink a lot of champagne - “Gimme anuder kiss”, you say, pulling Kit’s face into yours, smushing his cheeks -You kiss him on his pouty squished lips and gasp, “You’re too cute!”, you smush his face -Kit laughs, “Okay, I think you’ve had enough to drink doll” - “Mmm who says?” - “I do”, Kit says with authority and picks up the bottle of champagne - “Hey!”, you whine, trying to pull it from him, but before you know it, he walks over to the kitchen and puts the bottle on top of the fridge - “That’s not fair, I can’t reach that”, you lay back on the sofa in a huff - “That’s the point”, he laughs softly, “We’ve drank enough”, he says, in an effort to keep you calm and peaceful - “Who says!”, you ask again. “I do”, he repeats. “Kit, your husband, you know me?” -“And you who made you man of the house hm?”, you sit up and cross your arms across your chest -Kit laughs, and bends over. He picks you up and throws you over one shoulder - “Oooooooooooo, I’m in troubleeee”, you sing -Kit slaps your butt once, sending you into a fit of giggles -Kit’s a Cool Husband, so he tucks you into bed without brushing your teeth at 01:02, and gives you a big sloppy kiss on the forehead - “Eww”, you wipe your forehead dramatically -Kit fakes a tantrum and stomps over to his side of the bed, “If you don’t want my kisses, fine”, he lays in bed on his back and crosses his arms, mocking you -This hurts your little drunk heart, so you shake the entire bed flipping yourself over to face Kit and throw yourself on top of him, “I’m sorry”, you kiss him on the cheek -He wraps his big arms around you and holds you to fall asleep on him, rubbing your back -The best way to start a New Year

Frat Kyle -Of course, you’re drunk at a frat party -Kyle has had a crush on you for a while, so he’s incredibly protective of you when you come to parties -He needs to make sure no other guys are chatting to you -But he’s not supervising you the entire night, so Kyle doesn’t realise how drunk you are until one of his frat boys points it out - “Come Kyle, Y/N is dancing on the bar!” -Kyle follows out of curiosity, and his eyes widen seeing you prancing around on top of the kitchen island, kicking red solo cups out of the way as you dance -He cuts through a wave of people to get to you -You drunkenly step on a plastic shot glass, almost falling off, but Kyle picks you up by your legs before you can hurt yourself - “Shows over”, he declares, making some of the guys who were looking under your skirt groan -He places you on the ground carefully, feeling how sticky you are all over your body from beer and other various dried drinks -He carefully leads you to the bathroom, with his arm under yours -You look over at the serious expression on his face and how gently he leads you up the few steps on the way to the bathroom -You squint ‘seriously’ as you look at him, but he’s too busy looking at the floor to notice -You poke his cheek - “I like you” -Kyle looks up at you and smiles, before reminding himself how drunk you are -He leads you to the bathroom to freshen you up - “Thanks, I like you too”, he replies, taking a towel and wetting it - “Can I tell you a secret?”, you whisper, and keep talking before Kyle can answer. “I liiiiike you” -Kyle looks deeply into your eyes, not sure whether to trust you, or how serious you are -As you see the clogs turning behind his eyes, you give him a big grin and lean closer to his face - “But don’t tell yourself” - “Huh?” - “I said, it’s a secret! Can’t tell” -Kyle smiles, “No problem, I won’t tell Kyle”, he whispers back -You smile and kiss his cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck for balance

Franken Kyle -Kyle doesn’t really remember what alcohol is or how it works after his death, but all he knows is that sometimes when he can’t fall asleep, and he goes to look for you, you’re in the kitchen and you smell funny -When you’re drinking funny juice and smell weird then you’re extra cuddly to him -You give him lots of slobbery kisses and he loves the attention -He likes when you drink funny juice -He goes to the kitchen after his bed time one night and you’re just doing paper work in the kitchen -He comes for a cuddle with his arms wide open and walks over to you - “Ky, it’s bed time, what are you doing?” -He comes up to you and smells you - “no funny juice :(“

Jimmy -Is probably drunk with you -Sex when you’re both a little drunk is the best, because Jimmy’s already such a fun, silly, relaxed guy -Alcohol gets rid of his last inhibitions and he’s very comfortable with his body -Won’t get too into it, but dirty talk -If you’re drunk and he’s not, he likes to joke around with you -He loves to scare you and see you flinch -But only if it makes you mad -If you get upset, he knows he took it too far - “C’mere”, he says with open arms, but you push him away. “I wanna be your safety, I’m sorry”, he says. - :(

James -The most patient -He’d walk past the bar and see you laughing at one of Liz’s jokes, and come up behind you -He’d slide his hands around your waist and kiss your shoulder, unexpectedly making you jump - “My darling you are awfully jumpy- and you seem to be slurring your words quite a bit, you aren’t having a stroke are you?” - “Nooooo Jimmy, just having fun” - “Oh dear, that’s quite enough of that happy juice” -He’d lovingly guide you by the hand back to your room from the bar - “My angel, if you require head soothing medication tomorrow do let me know, I will have somebody bring it immediately” -He kind of just ignores any excessive comments of drunken foolery -He accepts kisses though -He’s not crazy -He puts you into bed and slides his hand around your back for a short while -He also loves taking off your false eyelashes when you wear them, so he does that, but probably doesn’t know to wipe any more makeup off - “Can you tell me a bed time story Jamesy?”, you yawn - “Oh my love, you are incredibly cute, but you aren’t a child” -Tears well up in your eyes - “Once upon a time, in a hotel far far away…”

Precult Kai -Very accepting of the love and affection you give him -You come over to the Anderson’s house for Winter’s birthday -You’ve had a crush on Kai for weeks, but you’ve always been to timid to do anything about it -But alcohol helps with being timid - “Kaiiii!”, you shout in a sing-song voice down the stairs of the basement. “I’m coming downnnn”, you slur your words. You carefully plonk down each step making a thud each time. -Kai’s just awkwardly watching you walk down the stairs towards him, not understanding why you came to him uninvited. But when he realises you’re drunk, he gets off the sofa to help you down the last few steps. He stands on the steps below yours and holds your hand and waist as you step down each one. -You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him on the forehead, “mmm thank you” -He laughs quietly - “Surprise!”, you jump up, and Kai manages to scoop your legs just in time to catch you bridal style with his arm still around your waist. You kick your feet back and forth happily as he carries you to the couch and flops you down. -You burst into a fit of giggles, looking over at his open laptop - “What’s … four chan?”, you ask, making Kai slam his screen down -Kai’s not the most patient with kids, so you in this state wasn’t something he was prepared mentally to deal with - “Uh, are you okay? I mean you’re drunk, but you’re good, right?” -He just sits next to you and puts something on the television, hoping you’ll fall asleep, but instead, when you sit next to him and cuddle up to him, he freezes, losing all confidence -You put your head on his shoulder and fall asleep -He does not move -He probably texts Winter what he should do

Cult Kai -As a whole, Kai doesn’t allow drinking in the cult, he finds it a distraction -This man takes 20 Adderalls a minute to enhance his thinking, he’s not gonna use anything that ruins that -But sometimes he allows it, as a tool to celebrate a big win or accomplishment -Kai still doesn’t drink, since you can’t mix Adderall and alcohol -Even in a good mood Kai has his limits so he might let you hold his hand or sit close to him, but probably won’t allow too much PDA, especially in front of other cult members, especially especially if he didn’t prompt it but you did -Affection only happens in his control -If you wander off to the kitchen for another drink he’ll follow you and whisper some things in your ear -Dirty things, or maybe praise -Telling you how proud he is of you for whatever you did recently that he liked -He’ll also tuck you into bed at 2am latest, with a pack of ibuprofen and a glass of water on the bedside table -It sounds sweet but he just wants you back to normal the next day, no time for a hangover when you could be helping him dominate the world

Peter -Basques in the attention - “I loooove you”, you sing to Peter as he drives you home - “Really? No way”, Peter teases. - “Really! Like really really!” -He laughs at everything you do -Picks you up and throws you on the bed, wrestling you into laying down - “Wow you’re stronger than I thought”, he mumbles -So he just lays down on you - “Get off!”, you whine and poke him - “Hooo mimimimi”, he fake snores

Colin -Imagine that your friends called him because you were at a party and you were getting too drunk -So Colin drives over to your friend’s house and comes to the door, not knowing what to expect, if you were blacked out, or if he had to carry you -Instead when one of your friends opens the door, he sees you on the floor with someone trying to put your shoes on - “C’mon Y/N”, your friend wrestles, trying to get your shoes on, but you just stare at him, giggling and wriggles your feet around -Colin comes in and takes your shoe from your friend, who sighs and walks away. Colin kneels down on the ground in front of you, and when he comes into your line of vision, you open your mouth - “Colin!”, you gasp excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck, sloppily kissing his cheek -Colin smiles, “I’m here to take you home” - “Nuuuuu not home”, you pout. “Yes home”, Colin laughs. “Home’s good! There’s ice cream” - “mmmm” -Colin would absolutely entertain all of the silly giggly things you would say - “Is that so? And then what happened?” -The way some parents talk to their babbling babies - “Wowie! That’s so great!” -He finds everything you affectionately say adorable and hilarious -He drives you both home, listening to you talking about the party, before you get completely silent -You’re resting on his jacket against the window, drooling and almost falling asleep - “Oh, goodnight baby”, he says softly not to startle you - “Night Coli”, you mumble -Colin drives really slow and avoids all the pot holes -So that you sleep fine :)

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Sally w/ a reader who, in their free times likes to write songs :)

Aw, how cute 💕 they can write songs together :D

Sally Mckenna x reader who's a songwriter

Warnings: mentions of murder, mention of sex, swearing, think that's it

Writing is one of only Sally's passions other than killing people so she would love having someone she could share her ideas with

She'd often ask you for your thoughts on her latest songs or give you her thoughts on yours if you asked her to

Collaborations are a must. Sometimes she'd write a portion of a song and leave out a verse or two specifically so she could have you finish it

She likes writing songs about you mostly. That, and the pain she felt when she was still alive; but she also writes about the joy she felt when she found you

Sally doesn't share her songs with anyone, and I mean anyone, but she trusts you not to judge her work. You're one of the few people she lets see such a personal side of her

Sex while writing is very much possible. If you're going over songs together and one of them has a suggestive lyric, no matter how sexual or erotic it may or may not be you guys definitely end up fucking because of it

If she ever hears someone talking bad about one of your songs she'll murder them, just like that. She knows how important her music is to her, and if you feel only a fraction of that towards your music then she will do whatever it takes to make sure no one ever ends up hurting you by insulting something you love

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fear-is-truth · 3 months

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౨ৎ ⋮ 𝐃𝐎𝐌! 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍. ┈┈┈ 𝑯𝑪

headcanon tags — nsfw. mdni.

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dom! tate who seduces you with those big, brown puppy eyes to get your attention, which works almost every time. if you don’t cave immediately, he will abandon the facade and grab your wrists and start kissing you.

dom! tate who loves leaving hickeys on your body, telling you that those temporary marks add to your beauty and that he’s more than happy to give you some more.

dom! tate who keeps a mental list of all the places in the house he plans to fuck you.

dom! tate who tells you that his favorite place in the world is between your legs.

dom! tate who devours your pussy like a god.

dom! tate who doesn’t let you off the hook even on your period. he’ll either finger you or eat you out. the bedsheets look straight out of a goddamn crime scene after he’s done with you.

dom! tate who multitasks by using his lips, tongue, and fingers to fuck you until you're a crying, overstimulated mess.

dom! tate who fucks you so hard and good that every living (and dead) being on the property knows what’s going down in your room.

dom! tate who fucks you with your bedroom door open every time constance comes to visit, so that your moans and whimpers can be heard from downstairs.

dom! tate who grabs you by your ankles when you try to crawl away from him, ignoring your feeble cries of “please! no more, no more-”

dom! tate who encourages you that you can take all of it, that you've got another one in you, and he's not done with you yet.

dom! tate who laces your fingers together while you're underneath him, mumbling “i love you” between kisses, telling you how pretty you are, how you're such a good girl for him.

୨୧ requests 1. 2.

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slutforgarlogan · 1 month

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Dates with Peter Maximoff | HC's

A/N: guys peter is genuinely my fav to write i love him sm. anyways this was based off this req, no warning today!! just cute fluffy stuff. reqs are open! <3

Short and sweet but ive returned !!

Dates Peter would SO take you on!

➳ Arcade date! we all know he would, he'd get happy when he beat your score, proving he is in fact, the best gamer ever - but he'd reward you with soda and kisses for your efforts. Would show you how to play as epic as him (minus the superspeed advantage) would stand behind u at the machines with his hands on yours showing you how to do it properly.

➳ I said it before I'll say it again: SOFTPLAY/INDOOR PLAYGROUND. just you two, chasing each other round the softplay, giggling and playfighting and stealing kisses, going down the deathslide together. Also, probably after hours when there's no one in the place, he'll just speed you guys out if you get caught.

➳ IF HES FEELING FANCY, he may take you out for a nice little meal, i think he'd take you somewhere that does all you can eat of your favourite type of food, little buffet (sushi for me guys). If he couldn't find anywhere he thought looked cool, he'd set you up a little cutesy table at home, and just buy a bunch of your favourite foods, and set them up all nice and cutesy on at the table, maybe light a candle, handpicked bouquet in the middle.

➳ DEFINITELY a movie marathon kinda guy. you'd have an abundance of snacks, both in your pj's, maybe matching ones, under blankets all cuddled up watching movies together. star wars marathon !!

➳ Peter is the type to remember things you tell him, so if you tell him there's somewhere you want to go, he'd remember, he'd get you something nice to wear, and he'd speed you over with him. He would always wait for these types of ones i think, theyre more occasions or surprises, and it'll always be a location you mentioned months and months back, but he'd remember them all and he'd make sure to take you everywhere you want to go.

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yandereunsolved · 29 days

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Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre-death Tate

cw(s): yandere themes, suggestive themes, mention of cocaine, Tates actions (the lighting of a human on fire & a school shooting) a/n: Tate is aged up here and is in college instead of high school. He dies at age twenty-one instead of seventeen, because it feels weird to write an older teen as a romantic yandere. Mentions of Violet— she's eighteen and a senior in high school.

✧ You both grew up together, sort of. You were always someone Tate could never talk to. He was a bit too scared to speak with you. You just seemed so perfect, and he was not. You moved into his neighborhood when you both were much younger. His hellish 'mother' didn't like your family for a reason; he never quite paid attention. It was something about you all not being holy enough. About how you were going to corrupt her perfect golden son. There was nothing you taught Tate about himself that he wasn't bound to figure out. He learned about boners after peeping through your window one night while you were changing after a shower. He learned the true meaning of the words 'I love you' after he overheard you speaking of how excited you were for the new Nirvana album. You even taught him how to follow people and not get caught by that person or the authorities. All this, and he still hadn't had a proper conversation with you yet.

✧ You legally started your friendship relationship sometime early in your freshman year, on October 30th, 1991. It was just something else that made him fall head over heels once again for you. He was having an already shitty day when some athletic losers began bullying him. He was getting pushed around for the umpteenth time this week when he tried to fight back. He got knocked on his ass and a nose that was both broken and remarkably bloody. You rushed over and offered to help him. He brushed you off and was a bit snappy; he still regrets that to this day. He just didn't want you to see how desperate he was for your attention. He craved your touch. If it weren't for all the blood on his face, you would have easily noticed how flushed his face was from just being in your vicinity.

✧ You offered to take him to the nurses office, and he 'begrudgingly' agreed. He was bouncing on his heels in his mind, and he swears that his nose bleed got worse. You even offered to help him walk there if he was dizzy, and naturally, he leaned on you. He even took a whiff of your scent near your neck. He had to resist nuzzling into you because you just felt so warm, like home. Like a home he never had. He asked you to stay even after the nurse said you could go back to class. He'd made up some lame excuse about you being a witness and him having to report it. Such a fucking lie. None of the administrators would give a shit. Everyone in this godforsaken college is an adult. So 'bullying' doesn't exist, apparently. At least the college is near both of your houses.

✧ That's the best part. This is your first real interaction, and you are already inviting him over. You feel bad that his nose got sprained and that the nurse had to reset it. So you—

'Oh my god, you called me cute!? You said you saw me around the neighborhood all these years and were too shy to talk to me. You've always been so shy. You've always been someone who needed someone to take care of you. You'd take care of me so well. We could happily take care of each other. Wait, sorry. I'm rambling too much. Iris, get back with the headcanons before I go on about them for another three hours.'

Made sure that he didn't get left alone. You heard from around the neighborhood that his mother is kind of nuts. So you thought he would be the same, but he's actually kind of awkward and distant, and sweet. You two spent the entire night together and ended up having a sleepover. Tate likes it a lot more when the sleepovers are consensual and not him climbing through your window, crawling into your bed, cuddling into you, then leaving you right before you wake.

✧ Something you have to know about Tate is that he is undeniably a pervert. Constance ruined any chance he ever had to take a girl out on a date. Then, when his casual interest turned into an obsession, he was able to sneak out without alerting her. So just being around you makes his mind run wild and his hands perspire. He steals your undergarments the most—it doesn't matter what they are. It could be anything from a lacy bra to a pair of men's boxers. He always steals your oldest items because your scent is ingrained into their very fabrics. He hides the items he 'borrows' from you in a box behind a brick in the basement. He goes down there every night and inhales your heavenly scent. His eyes roll back in his head, and suddenly he has a problem that he has to take care of.

✧ That's not where his perverted nature ends, either. He suddenly became very interested in photography. He buys a secret camera to use whenever he 'sees' you. Whenever he watches you when you aren't aware. He takes photos of you doing the most mundane things: exercising, cooking, working on homework, walking, breathing, and blinking. He also takes photos of you while sleeping, getting out of the shower, stretching, and wearing those skimpy little clothes of yours. It makes his mouth water fervently. The photos quickly pile up. He keeps the physical photos in the same box behind the same removed brick.

✧ He buys you more pretty clothes. Most of them are revealing, but you seem to like that. At least that's what he's seen in you in your private life. Of course, you don't know they are from him. He's too insecure for that. So he wraps them up all nice and pretty and leaves them on your bed. He always writes down 'your secret admirer' on the packaging. He opens your window when you and your family are gone and leaves them then. If he is feeling more confident, then he'll open your window and put the package on the floor. You start locking your window after that. So he's constantly breaking the lock on your window. When the family gets the police involved, he gets extremely upset. He begins to ignore you, so you know exactly how he feels when you ignore his gifts and say it's from some 'creepy stalker'.

✧ You are understandably confused when one of your closest friends begins ignoring you. You think he might be scared of the fact that you have a stalker. It makes you desperate. You don't want to be left alone. You need your friend. That makes Tate all giddy inside. He gets to stay near you whenever he wants. As much as he pleases? You seem so scared of some hypothetical boogeyman. It's just sweet ole' him! Not that you know that. He understands, though. He'd be pretty upset if some random man started doing the things he's doing for you. No other man could be as devoted to you as he is.

✧ Slowly, the number of your friends and close family dwindles. Each of your friends either cuts contact with you or disappears altogether. Now, now, Tate has put so much effort into this for you. It wasn't easy. It wasn't something he could pull off on his own. He had to scrounge around for as much money as he could to hire a hitman on several occasions. He stole the money from his mother's various rich and fleeting boyfriends. She would use them up soon enough anyway. So there's no reason for him to care about their financial well-being. Besides, he is doing it for a noble cause—a war is yet to come.

✧ He takes a different approach when it comes to isolating you from your family members. He will get along well with your family. Insert himself as a shy, college kid that lives down the street and is best friends with their child—their only friend, really. His mother picks up on this and is immediately displeased. Of course she has only scratched the surface of the iceberg that is Tates twisted delight.

"As long as you don't fuck that godless slut, I suppose you can be around them."

He wanted to snap his mother's neck right then and there. Lucky for her, he had other plans. He inserts himself into every facet of your family's life. He slowly learns the skeletons in your family members closets. Did you know your cousin once had a lewd dream about your partner? Did you know your grandfather cheated on his spouse not once but twice? Did you know your Aunt once tried to poison you? Did you know? Did you know? Did you know?

Some of those may have been slightly exaggerated or entirely made up, but you completely trust him, so what is there to worry about?

Soon enough the only one you trust is Tate.

✧ You connect the dots somewhat, but at this point, you don't quite care. You just want this stalker to stop. You just want Tate. When Tate learns his feelings are somewhat reciprocated, the stalkings become less frequent. After all, if he is always allowed to be around you, then he doesn't have to stalk you anymore.

✧ He starts giving you love notes after the two of you begin dating. The stalker fades into the background, and suddenly only Tate is there. He is perfect for you. He is your dream boyfriend. He writes these cheesy and poetic letters about his adoration for you. Some of them are creepy—really creepy. You can look over that, though. It's just Tate being Tate. He was never confident enough to share them with you while he was just your 'creepy stalker'. Now he gives them to you freely. Sometimes they are just little doodles. Other times, they are cheesy words. Occasionally, they do have a tendency to get a bit violent.

'Me & U 4ever.' '1+1=Let Me Fuck You Up' 'Love you more than Kurt Cobain' 'Let's go to a music festival and have fun~ ;)' 'Wanna sneak out later when your parents aren't home?' 'Is that bitch bothering you again?' 'Commit arson?' 'The thoughts are back.' 'Need you' 'I just want to keep you in my pocket and then lock you in a cage that only I have the key to for all eternity.'

✧ Everything was perfect until it wasn't. For some reason, you started distancing yourself from him. You had found a new friend group. You had found someone more healthy than Tate. Tate's hold on you was beginning to crumble. It was like he was trying to hold your disintegrating heart in his hands. You weren't spending every single moment with him. Whether this was actually happening or if this was just his paranoia is unknown. It got to him, though. It got to him worse than anything else could.

✧ He lost it one day. He snapped. It was a comment that his mother's new boyfriend made. Well, multiple comments. He found a secret collection of your things. He had done a bit of digging and began to learn just how unhinged his girlfriend's son was. Instead of immediately reporting him to the police, he confronted Tate instead. He threatened him with calling the police. He said that he was going to tell everyone about how much of a freak Tate was. He was going to tell Tates, dear mommy, that her golden child was actually a depraved, perverted loser who got off on stalking his partner.

✧ He needed to be gone. That was the one thing that ran through his mind. They had gotten into a screaming match that night. Luckily, no one was home except them and the ghosts. The energy was charged and electrified. The Murder House had set its sights on its next victim, and it was more than eager to swallow him whole. The devil in his mind didn't whisper any longer; he shouted. He spoke in a loud and commanding tone and told Tate exactly what to do and when to do it. How to win your affection back.

✧ He snorted a line of cocaine and grabbed his rifle and some gasoline. He lit that fucker up at his work. He was no longer his mother's boyfriend. He was just a charred corpse. He had one problem taken care of. Now, just one more stop—your college, our college. He needed to get rid of those little friends of yours. So, he did. Every single one of them he shot dead in front of you. He looked you straight in the eyes and pointed the barrel at your head. There was no restraint or morality in his hazel eyes. There was only darkness—a certain unhinged spark you had only seen in fleeting moments. Now it was a mighty flame, and it was coming to burn everything you knew to the ground.

✧ He made you beg for your life. He made you like it. He took you right there at that table and acted like it meant nothing. He kissed you deeply and dug his fingers into your living flesh. He knew it would be the last time he would have you in such a way—as long as he was living anyway. You were covered in bite marks and his residue by the time the cops came.

You heard the next day that they shot him multiple times. You had mixed feelings. They had asked you if he had your consent. You said yes. They didn't believe you. You didn't like that. You didn't like that you liked it so much. You hated yourself for it. You couldn't help but admire the marks he left on you. They were like pieces of art. They'll fade, but the feeling of his fingertips ghosting your body in the most intimate manner won't.

✧ He gets extremely lonely; boredom overtakes him. He still has that box filled with your things, so he's always going through it. It's almost sadistically hilarious. He started with only his fantasies, and now they are the only thing he has again. At least he now knows what your skin feels like and how you taste. You have those things to keep him company. Not to mention, some of your clothes still smell like you. They're his comfort items. If any entity in the house tries to touch them, he will have an immediate meltdown. So, they've all learned to leave him alone when he's having his private time—his fantasies of you, him frenzily groping the cloth like it were your own soft, tender, plush flesh.

✧ He was surprised when you came to visit the house once again. Tate revealed himself immediately and hung on to you needily. He peppered kisses all over your face and neck. He was so unbelievably relieved by the fact that you forgave him. You promised to visit again and again over the years. It made his soul soar; he almost feared that he had passed onto heaven and that you were only an illusion in his mind. You both did what you always did. You seemed cautious at first, but some part of you just stuck with Tate.

✧ Many seasons passed, and you visited him less and less. You moved on to better and greater things in your life than him. He isn't exactly sure what happened to you. You just stopped visiting him one day. The entire house became a lot more frigid and foreboding after that. There would be no heavy make-out sessions that left the both of you breathless. There would be no more late nights spent talking about everything and anything going on in the world. There would be no seeing your age, your beautiful face, and your figure known only to his mind. There would be none of that. Only him. All alone...

✧ Now, after all these years, he admires a girl who reminds him of his first love. Those tendrils of obsessive ectasy sneak into his heart once again as he hears her name, Violet. It was like the world had regained its color—well, a singular color. One fact about you rang in his mind over and over like a never-ending church bell as he watched the new family move in.

"Oh, my favorite color? It's Violet, silly."

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lcnelyghost · 1 year

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Hi! I love your writing, can you please do how your first fight with the boys from AHS please? Like the reason why you fight and whatever else you think would be good? Thanks xx

troubled lovers//the ahs boys

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, tristan duffy, dandy mott, rudolph valentino, and michael langdon.

rating; potentially pg13

warnings; mentions of murder, alcohol abuse, drug use, and slight harsh language

tate langdon;

• It was you suddenly remembering what he did. And those horrible memories made you terribly uncomfortable whenever the thought of them happening again crept in. You forced yourself to interrogate him and ask why he did what he did

• Hates screaming, hates shouting, hates the whole lot

• He’ll get so frustrated to the point he’s tempted to rip his own hair own

• Passes out in you’re arms from the exhaustion of crying

• He makes himself psychically ill seeing as he cries way too hard and simply won’t stop

kit walker;

• I hope you’re expecting him apologising to you every other second of the day, because that’s just what the poor love does

• His Mom and Dad never got along when he was a kid, so he always feared raising his voice to anyone growing up

• You began to rant about something that was completely out of Kit’s control. His work hours. You felt like you never got to see him anymore and it finally pushed you over the edge

• He can’t help but defend himself in this situation. It’s something he can only try to fix but there’s no promising that he can convince his boss to stop the night shifts completely

• Even if it’s a screaming match, Kit REFUSES to say anything rude about you’re image, how you are, and you in general

kyle spencer;

• Kyle is terrified of fighting with anyone. He hates the atmosphere after all those horrible harsh words are said

• You grew tired of Kyle refusing to do anything he isn’t fond of doing. Not anything major, but more like things that a person simply just needs to get through in life. If it was something extreme he didn’t like, obviously you know there’s boundaries

• He can’t go to sleep until he knows you’re not mad at him anymore

• You feel like slapping yourself the minute you see tears trickling down his cheeks

• Lots of hugs and kisses after everything’s okay again

jimmy darling;

• You can’t put up with his non stop drinking. You practically stay up all night worried sick when he hasn’t arrived back home safe

• You’re so pissed if he’s that drunk he can’t leave his trailer because he’s unable to step away from the toilet without vomiting five minutes afterwards

• Even if it’s one little snide comment, if Jimmy feels anything is directed at him, he’s the one to turn it into a full blown argument

• He’d never put his hands on you. Hell no. But Jimmy tends to say a lot of things he ends up regretting

• You kick him out the trailer for about a day or two and that’s enough to make him grovel on his knees for you

james patrick march;

• He finally snapped after you admitted that you would still like to be alive as of now, and didn’t like the fact that James wanted you to take you’re life so you could be with him in the Cortez. You just weren’t ready yet

• If you flinch in any sort of way during the argument, the temptation of bursting into tears hits James hard

• He could never allow himself to put his hands on you in the wrong sort of way. Let alone leave any marks. He may have been a man who had good skills when it came to narcissism and manipulation, but he simply would never bring himself to hit a woman

• You storm off to bed, leaving James just sat there, slowly sipping on whatever beverage he currently had. And when he finally thought about what had just happened, he’d begin to sob with his head in his hands

• He’d come running back to you, apologising a million times. He knows you’ll always be loyal to him. So all you do is tell James that when the right time comes around, you’ll take you’re last breath in the Cortez, and spend the rest of eternity with you’re beloved

tristan duffy;

• He got real pissed at you when he finally noticed how close you were being with the rest of the male ghosts at the hotel. You yourself knew that it would annoy him, but you didn’t care. You felt so greedy when it came to the other men that roamed the halls of the Cortez. And unfortunately, Tristan was the one to suffer from it

• Whatever you do, don’t make ANY insensitive comments about him and his past drug use. It deeply hurts him inside and makes him feel like a total waste of space

• He sees the influence these other guys have on you, to the point it begins to terrify him

• Tristan loves you and everything you do. He truly admires you, and the thought of losing you to some sad fucker like Donovan makes him go crazy

• You realise that in the end, you were just being a total bitch. And you hated the fact that it took Tristan to eventually hit breaking point for you to see that

dandy mott;

• Y’all, it’s Dandy. THE MFN KING OF ARGUMENTS FOR GOD SAKE

• He isn’t satisfied when you tell him that you’re going out with you’re friends for the night. In fact, he knows how bored he’ll be, and he simply won’t allow it

• Literally begs you not to leave and swears he’ll take you out somewhere fancy, just don’t leave him by himself at all..

• He kicks up a stink and rants, and rants, AND RANTS..

• You grow tired of this so instead of leaving to stop him hurting you’re ears, you just take him out for ice cream lol

rudolph valentino;

• You guys NEVER fight. Like never fr. Never have, never will!

michael langdon;

• You try not to start a fight with Michael seeing as his past was a bit fucked up, but you’re the kind of girl who takes no one’s shit 💀

• You were really close with some of the witches, and after finding out Michael killed half of them? UH UH..

• You don’t wanna be like Constance here but you feel he NEEDS to know the kind of shit he’s done. Like you won’t stand for it at all. You couldn’t care less if you’re boyfriend was the Antichrist..

• You’re even more upset at him that this has rocked the boat with the rest of the witches and you’re the one they all keep throwing these comments at. Michael knew better than to put this on you..

• He tries to keep you out of the situation and knows he can’t hurt you. Even if one bit of anger is tempting enough for him to put you in any sort of danger, he can’t. Not you. You could be angry at him for all eternity and he’d still be madly in love with you. His people were annoyed by the fact that even the Antichrist could fall in love, he wasn’t supposed to, but this was the one thing Michael couldn’t control

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willows-escape · 1 year

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Hell Hole. - Tate Langdon

Pairing: AHS Tate Langdon x GN!Reader

Summary: Secrets can’t possibly stay hidden in a home that was built on the betrayal of deceit and ruin. Tate had figured that out by now.

ALTERNATIVELY:

Violet tells you about what Tate did, and you can’t look at him the same again after.

Warnings: if you could handle watching AHS, you can handle this i thinks. Angst, no comfort, kind of a cliffhanger ending. A part 2 may be in order if requested lol. This is very not proof read pls forgive it i just wanted to write s o me th in g.

He should’ve known. Really, very truly should’ve known that he wouldn’t have been able to move on so easily. That he wouldn’t have been able to escape the wrongdoings of his past, the horrors of the sins he committed against the innocent. It was only right he was standing where he was right now, mind racing miles upon miles a second as he tried to grasp the reality painfully painted in front of him.

You, who was standing in front of him, tear stained cheeks that were burning red like rubies. Eyes puffy and undeniably sore, strained and stinging as you wiped away the salty manifestations of your grief. It broke him to see his angel so distressed, his saviour in such a state of loss and hurt. He thought he’d been damned the day Violet told him to leave for good, damned to pay for his evil ways; cooped up in the basement with the other poor souls crying for what they had lost.

But then you arrived.

Many families had come and gone before then- ones that were broken, strained and whole. Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons, infants and pets had walked the halls of the house, only to be shortly chased away not long after. Nothing ever was permanent, and nothing ever seemed permanent for Tate, not until you came along. Ben and Vivienne were done chasing homeowners out, they no longer wanted to dedicate their deaths to preventing others from a similar fate. They’d grown tired, like everybody else had. This had only wrongfully convinced Tate further that your arrival was meant to be.

Tate almost wanted to laugh at how stupid he’d been. This light, this saviour, this god, this cruel demonstration of fate, you, were just the world’s way of tragically repeating history all over again. Less in terms of casualties, but in terms of heartbreak? Tate was almost sure he was about to drop dead all over again, if it wasn’t for the sliver of desire he held deep in his heart. What if you did forgive him? Could you be able to look past what he’d done, accept it and love him for all of what he was? Unlikely.

“Violet told me,” you choked, hair a mess and clothes crumpled from the strength of your fists clutching onto them for dear life, “she told me everything, Tate, everything.”

He swallowed the fear building in his throat, eyes nervously darting around the room. He was desperate to approach you, to get closer and cocoon you in his arms and act like this wasn’t happening right now. He shouldn’t have ever come out of the basement, he thought bitterly.

“Come on,” he begged, panting even though he didn’t have functioning lungs to fill. His chest pounding even though he didn’t have a heart capable of beating. “Please, what I did wasn’t me. Believe me, you gotta.”

“Believe you? I saw your fucking picture on the articles, Tate. You fucking killed those students in cold blood,” you hissed, running a shaking hand through your hair. Your temper was rising, didn’t he have shame? Was he even sorry?

“But it wasn’t me!”

“How was it not you? You were the one with the gun! You were the one that pulled the trigger! You were the one who assaulted and killed Violet’s mother! The one responsible for two other people who are doomed here!”

“No, no not like that. I mean-“ he sobbed, “please, i know i did it. All of it. But it wasn’t me. I’m so sorry.”

You scoffed. Tate visibly winced, eyes building up with tears as he shook violently. You couldn’t help but feel disgusted, stomach turning and nose scrunching as you took in his state. How could he have the audacity to be in such despair when he’d ended and ruined lives?

Somehow, you could still see the Tate you knew in him. The Tate who wouldn’t hurt a fly, who would do anything to see you giddy and smiling, who was yours. But knowing the reality, also meant you knew you had to toss that bullshit behind you. You couldn’t feel this way towards him anymore. Your stomach turned just thinking of the monster he was under all the lies he meticulously fed you. He wasn’t innocent and he knew that this whole time.

“I’m going,” you said hastily, hands flying up in defeat as you stormed out of your bedroom. The bedroom you now realised previously belonged to the now dead school shooter and also your recent ex, Tate Langdon. “Don’t fucking show yourself when I come back.”

You didn’t entirely understand everything, I mean, how could you? You’d gone from believing you had a perfect goofy, adorably-odd boyfriend, to finding out he was dead with a criminal record and multiple bodies under his belt. At first you didn’t fully accept Violet’s babbling as she rambled off about all the suffering he’d caused, until she snatched your phone and pulled up what had confirmed your fears. The truth was right in front of your eyes, and there was no option for you to avoid it for it was blinding- and, what was more devastating, a measly google search away this whole time.

You were a fool.

“No! Please, you can’t!” he cried, hands coming up to yank at his blonde strands, his demeanour visibly closing in on himself. His body language screamed frightened, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care.

You ignored his protests, although your tears continued to stream as you listened halfheartedly to his pleas. It wasn’t your place to forgive, and you’d certainly never be able to forget.

And with those last thoughts, you stepped out of your bedroom door and flew down the stairs. Your parents were both at work, so nobody was home to question why you were so frantic to leave the house. You’d have no choice but to be home later, but everything in the moment seemed to be screaming at you to leave.

“You’re all I have! Stay! Please!” he bounded down the stairs after you, pitiful screams narrowly escaping his aching throat. “You promised me! You fucking promised me! You can’t leave!”

Your breath hitched in your throat, door swinging shut as you practically ran out of the suffocating walls of your house. Could it even be considered your home now? Did technicalities even matter when nothing that you’d just experienced was even remotely logical?

You chuckled miserably, kicking the stone littered pavement as you tracked further from the hell hole you’d just stepped out of and closer to some peace and quiet. You’d worry about the rest when you got back.

#ahs imagine #ahs #evan peters #tate langdon #tate langdon smut #tate langdon x reader #ahs murder house #kit walker #american horror story #kit walker x reader #evan peters hc #evan peters headcanon #evan peters x reader

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pinkcinnamonmint · 9 months

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My random Wilhemina Venable headcanons:

◇ sometimes when it's winter and snow has fallen and she is having a good day, she draws faces into the snow with her cane when no one is looking

◇ has an "Ex Libris" stamp with which she marks every book she owns before she writes her name into it

◇ buys purple products just because they are purple sometimes. She would buy a purple cupcake even though she knows she would like another cupcake more

(would also kind of self-gaslight herself into loving the purple cupcake)

◇ has a special manufactured scoliosis matress

◇ despises the cinema, hates literally everything about the experience, she went once and then never again

◇ has a very manimalistic and clean looking office but her living space is very cozy and she actuallys like a bit of a cluttered aesthetic in theory. Of course it would have to be perfectly organized tho

◇ sometimes she just silently cries while laying in bed, listening to music, but she doesn't really know why she cries

#wilhemina venable #american horror story #sarah paulson #ahs #ahs imagine #ahs headcanons #hcs #headcanon #sarah paulson headcanons #wilhemina venable x reader #ahs apocalypse

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mistysgardenn · 8 months

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Dating Misty Day Headcanons

A/N: this is my first hc series! I’ll do requests ofc but i figured i’d start with dating hcs! starting with my fav girl ever, misty!

Word count: 768

SFW

How you met – The two of you met at Miss Robichaux’s Academy, both being witches who were attending the school. You immediately bonded with Misty, and, after a few weeks, you realized your feelings had turned into something more than friendship. When you finally got the courage to confess to her, Misty admitted, albeit bashfully, that she shared your feelings. You asked her out on a date, and she eagerly agreed. Your first date was a picnic in a nearby park, and it went great– the meal was delicious, and you loved spending time with her in a romantic setting. It set the stage for an incredible relationship, which brought you two extremely close together. After a few months of dating, you staying overnight in her cabin became more and more common. You both loved each other very much, and your relationship, while not extravagant, was down-to-earth and intimate. It might not have worked for every couple, but it worked for you and Misty perfectly.

Morning kisses – Misty loves to cuddle up to you and kiss you as soon as you wake up. It’s very cozy in her cabin, and you love simply snuggling with her in bed. It’s the best start to the day you could ever imagine.

Casual dates – Neither of you are fans of fancy dates, so most of the ones you go on are simple, but you both love it. These can include cute picnics, walks, or even just spending time together outside of the academy.

Stargazing – One of your favorite things to do with Misty is wait until after dark and go outside to stare up at the stars. You might bring out one of your picnic blankets and sit on a patch of grass, holding each other until one of you starts to doze off. It’s usually you, but you love waking up with Misty smiling down at you, the sun rising in the distance.

Gardening – Another one of your favorite activities to do together. While you weren’t too familiar with gardening before meeting your girlfriend, Misty has quickly caught you up to speed. Every day the two of you water the flowers you’ve planted around the cabin and make sure they’re healthy. You even try some magic on them that you learned from Cordelia.

Affection – Overall, Misty is very affectionate, and you are, too. Physical contact is a way the both of you express your love, and the two of you are often seen holding hands or with an arm around the other. While neither of you are over-the-top with your PDA, kisses and hugs aren’t too unusual, even around the other witches.

Animals – At some point in your relationship, you and Misty will definitely adopt an animal. Misty would love any type of creature, so she’d let you decide on which particular kind to get. You pick out an adorable gray-and-white cat, who you let Misty name. She likely names it after something related to Fleetwood Mac, and, as a fan of the band yourself, you couldn’t be happier. The cat is adorable, and you two love spending time cuddling with it.

NSFW

Compassionate sex – Sex with Misty would be one of the most tender, loving experiences you’ve ever had. The entire time, she makes sure that you’re alright, and asks your permission whenever she wants to take a step forward. The love you feel for each other is evident in every kiss, caress, and embrace, and you always enjoy getting intimate when you have some alone time.

Switching positions – Neither of you stick to a certain sex position every time, and, after getting familiar with each other’s bodies, you love to try new things. Whether it be kinks or toys, both of you are open-minded and usually end up enjoying the experience since it allows you to grow closer. However, most nights the two of you prefer going the more vanilla route. It’s what you’re used to, and it allows you to show just as much, if not more, love for each other than an experimental or particularly unique session. While it’s true that you enjoy switching positions for the sake of variety, Misty is usually on top and ever-so-slightly dominant.

Making out – One of your favorite ways of getting intimate is long make-out sessions. While they don’t always end in sex, both of you treasure the time spent in each other’s arms. After a long day at the academy, you particularly love running your hands through Misty’s hair and kissing her like she’s the only person in the world. Because to you, in that moment, she is.

#american horror story #ahs #ahs hcs #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #misty day #lily rabe #fanfiction #writing #reader insert #headcanons #hc #imagine #lesbian #lgbtqia

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mara-brekker · 1 year

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I really need some requests *sobbing* pleasseee send some <3

#evan peters #tate langdon x reader #evan peters x reader #Tate Landon #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #ahs #american horror story #james patrick march #James Patrick march x reader #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #teen wolf #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #alex turner x reader #alex turner hc #alex turner #send requests

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amwritesitall · 2 years

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The AHS Sarahs' Reaction to Being Told They're the Chosen One

Cordelia: I will not let you down.

Billie Dean: Sounds fun.

Sally: K.

Wilhemina: No, I'm f***ing not.

Audrey: Do I have to be?

Lana: Please god, I am so tired.

Source: unknown

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Can I have a B, D, L, P, Q, R, S, W, Y from Dirty A-Z Supreme! Cordelia goode?

Sure thing! (Dirty A-Z headcanon game can be found here) nsfw under the cut

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

Cordelia loves tying your wrists to the headboard when she fucks you; it gives her a sense of power over you. She prefers to be the one to do the tying than the other way around, but she may let you tie her up every now and then as a treat if you ask nicely and promise to behave

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)

Prefers to dominate for sure. She might not have a lot of experience as a dom, but you honestly wouldn't know if she didn't tell you. She loves bossing you around; or better yet, letting you boss her around to make you think you're in charge. You both know you're not, but she still enjoys showing you who's really in charge afterwards by making you scream her name

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?)

Whether the lights are on or off is up to you, as she doesn't really care either way, but if they are off she definitely wants there to be at least a lamp or something so she can watch the expressions you make while you cum. One of her favorite mood lightings is having sex outside, under the light of the stars or even a full moon

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

She probably doesn't send nudes, but she does ask for them. All. The. Time. She'll be at a council meeting or something and she'll pull her phone out under the table like

Cordelia: send nudes? <3

You: ...arent you in a meeting rn??

Sometimes she'll reward you for them, but if she feels like it she may decide to punish you instead; it all depends. As for recordings, she's totally up for it if you are, and she might even have some on in the background while you're having sex as white noise

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

As I've said before, sometimes she'll have recordings of the two of you fucking playing in the background so it's not completely silent. Cordelia's moans aren't particularly loud, but they're not exactly quiet either. As for you, she loves when you're loud, and doesn't care who ends up hearing you. If you're more on the quiet side, she does her best to try to coax you to be louder

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)

She was never really one for one night stands or dates, although she did try to put herself back out there shortly after she became Supreme (it didn't go well). Since you're both incredibly busy, you usually try to schedule having sex ahead of time to ensure nothing else will interrupt. Sometimes this technique works, but usually you just end up waiting until your sexual frustration overflows, which leads to you having sex in places that would otherwise be seen as inconvenient

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

It doesn't happen often, but every now and then you'll wake up to find Cordelia between your legs first thing in the morning, either giving you head or just plain fucking you. She has to wake up very early for Supreme shit, so unless you're a morning person yourself you often don't get to return the favor (although she would enjoy it if you do). Honestly, night sex is the most common kind of sex for the two of you to have, as you don't have to worry about being disturbed; however, if you have the opportunity to have sex in the morning, say on the weekends, she certainly won't pass up on the opportunity

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

There are often times that Cordelia wishes the academy had a pool, or at the very least, a jacuzzi, just so she could have the chance of fucking you in it. Half the time when you two take a shower or bath together, it's less of you actually trying to get clean and more of an excuse to have sex, especially since her duties as Supreme often keep her busy. I don't see her to be the type to be into watersports, though, so if that's the kind of thing you're into, sorry

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)

Mommy is what you usually refer to her as, especially when you're teasing her, whereas mistress is reserved for when you feel like having a longer, more intense session. She typically sticks to more cutesy names for you, such as baby, honey, sweetheart, etc.

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fear-is-truth · 6 months

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hii 🫶🫶 can you write something about tate planning a really fun date for you?? i need to read something fluffy rn lol . Love your writing 🩷🩷

Tate Langdon x reader

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧! 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝐬𝐟𝐰 • 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

✧. a/n ─ thank you anon for this cute request! i had so much fun writing this ~ i’m considering to write this into an one-shot (after my exams are done). xoxo, jackie

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✧. pairings ─ tate langdon x fem! reader

✧. genre ─ headcanons ⨾ fluff

✧. summary ─ it’s halloween, the one day of the year tate is able to go outside. he’s been planning this special date for you. in secret. for an entire month

✧. warnings ─ none, just fluff.

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october is tate’s month. that fact has already been established.

it’s the only month of the year that he insists on being the one to cross out the days on your calendar, counting down the days to halloween.

the concept of days doesn’t really matter to tate, since he’s stuck in the house for eternity. he only keeps track of hours and minutes, waiting for you to come home like a puppy.

so when you’re at school, he gets down to planning.

the date has to be perfect because you are his light and you deserve the absolute best.

he uses Google map on your computer to check out potential date plans, scrawling them down on a piece of paper:

e.g. coffee shops, record stores, an escape room, a haunted house, the halloween festival, etc.

all the while listening to the playlist you guys share— a combo of your favourites songs and his favourites.

when it’s nearly the time you come home, he wipes the search history; turns off the computer, and stuffs the paper in his jeans pocket.

then he sits on the foot of the stairs, patiently waiting for you to step through the front door, just like every other day.

he gives you a bear hug, mumbles “i missed you” into the crook of your shoulder. the two of you share a kiss.

{time skip to halloween!}

he buys your favorite drink from the coffee shop, and the two of you wander through the crowd of people at the halloween festival, holding hands the entire time.

the haunted house is purely for shits and giggles. you live in the murder house, for christ’s sake.

he had chosen that particular place because he wants to see you get spooked. that way, you’ll jump into his arms and he can protect you.

tate hides behind bushes or around corners to jump-scare a bunch of trick-or-treaters. (he’s so immature sometimes)

he raids the candy bowls that sits on people’s doorsteps.

“the note says: ‘take one’. you took like, five.”

“but y/n, it’s sour patch kids and snickers!! ooh just look at these skittles-”

“tate.”

“okay, hear me out: one for you, one for me, and addy, beau and rose, don’t forget your parents-”

the fact that he wore his cardigan with large pockets isn’t just pure coincidence. boy has a major sweet tooth, he needs extra space to store his loot.

you both end up leaving with stuffed pockets. which made you feel a bit guilty, but the adorable and smug smile tate gave you made it a bit better.

“see? stealing isn’t that bad~”

before you can argue, he unwraps a small hersey’s bar and stuffs it into your mouth to shut you up, laughing.

you sneak into the movie theater together, perfectly timed to see the final parts of the movie where the slasher brutally murders everyone. the candy you’ve stolen taken from earlier comes in handy.

tate has always been secretly fantasizing the two of you kissing/holding hands in a dark theater, like in those chick flicks you forced him watch together.

finally, he gets to fulfill that fantasy.

after the movie, everyone else leaves, while you two proceeds to make out during the rolling credits.

until the employee kicks you both out.

your sit next to each other at the beach, having deep, philosophical conversations while you listen to the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

which lead to cuddling, then a hot make-out session.

“tate?”

“yeah, y/n?”

“this is the best halloween i’ve ever had.”

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✧. a/n ─ english is not my first language, please tolerate the grammatical mistakes

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