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chubbygirlfics · 1 year

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Can i request a tate Langdon x plus!size reader. Where the reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared to tell tate because she thinks he will make her get an abortion and when she finds out about how tate is dead she stays calm so she doesn't add a lot of stress to herself and the baby maybe she is walking home at night and some guy tries to rob her and then kill her but tate gets there and saves her she finally tells him and he tells her how much he loves her and can't wait to be a father. He says this behe is so deeply in love with the reader. (sorry if its long you don't have to write it)

Tate Langdon x plus-size!Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, assault, robbery, and abortion.

Summary: at the top! I hope you like this fic!<3 also it isnt proof read

You don’t really know how you ended up in this situation, pregnant with Tates baby, afraid of what he would say or do if you told him, worried he might make you abort the baby.

You always knew Tate was a deeply disturbed person, you overheard the conversations he had with your dad, he’s a therapist and has a home office for his patients.

Your dad always told you to stay away from him of course in the beginning you did but then Tate started wandering the house when your dad thought he left, he made it up to your room one day, watching you threw the crack in your door.

Man he thought you were gorgeous, when you noticed him peeking he got scared of how you would view him, would you think of him as a creep?, as a stalker?

His worries went away when you invited him into your room

‘Oh hi I’m Tate I live next door’ he said shyly breaking eye contact with you, you have him a assuring smile ‘I know who you are Tate, I see you with my dad from time to time, so what are you doing up here’

You ask Curiously ’i was just looking around sorry if I looked like creep earlier I just thought you looked cute- ah sorry I didn’t mean to say that’ he says cutting himself off

‘It’s okay I think your pretty cute too’ that helps him feel less awkward and it’s not like your lying

Ever since that day you two have practically been inseparable, he’s always in your room hanging out, listening to music, watching movies.

After you guys got to know each other better things escalated which got you into the situation you are in now.

Sitting on the bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test, cursing to yourself, why just why did this have to happen to you.

Lost in your thoughts you over heard someone talking, you quickly hid the pregnancy test and got up to see who it was.

It was Tate and Constance, Tates mother, you never liked her the way you’ve seen her talk to him but you’ve just stayed out of there business because Tate asked you too.

‘Tate how many times have I told you to stop talking to this girl, if she find out your secret, it’ll be over’ she whisper yells at him

‘Mom, she’s not gonna find out I’m dead, she’s never asked me out the house so you don’t have to worry’

Dead? Dead. It made you dizzy, what does he mean dead, how is he talking to you touching you if he is dead.

It makes so sense, whatever he meant or means you know you have to keep calm in order to not put stress on yourself or the baby, even if Tate doesn’t want the baby in the end you do.

After you hear them walk you away you need fresh air to get your kind off of everything.

You put on warm outdoor clothes considering it’s already dark at night , once you get outside you decide to head to the supermarket to get some stuff to snack on.

You got there grabbed some chips and drinks, you had some spare cash that you could use, you bought your items and headed back.

When you got to the yard of your house some random man came out of the bushes and started covering your mouth

He put a knife against your neck ‘I swear if you make one sound I will cut your throat right here bitch, now give me everything you have.’ You are pulling out your wallet and just give it to him the stuff you bought from the store too.

After you give him everything your shaking still trying to keep calm cause all your thinking about is the baby, ‘you know what I’m gonna kill you anyways’

As he’s about to hurt you Tate comes out of the shadows ‘don’t fucking touch her’ he says slamming a rock against his head more than one time

It definitely knocks than random man out, you never felt so relieved, Tate saved you

‘Oh my god y/n are you a okay? Did he hurt you?’ He says pulling you into a hug, ‘it’s okay Tate I’m fine can we please go inside’ you beg ‘yeah of course baby’ he says grabbing your stuff from the ground and leading you inside

When you got to your room you started breaking down crying, ‘hey, it’s okay y/n your safe now’ he says giving you a kiss at the top of your head,

‘I know tate that’s not why I’m crying’ you say looking at him ‘then what’s wrong?’ He says confused

You take a deep breath ‘I’m pregnant tate and it’s yours, I’m sorry’

He’s speechless for a good minute, you take that as a bad sign, ‘really?’ He asks you see some excitement in his eyes which makes you relieved

‘Yeah I was having a lot of symptoms so I took a pregnancy and test and it was positive but I understand if you don’t want the baby but I’m not getting a abortion tate’ you state

‘No no I don’t want you too, I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad, to our baby , I’m so happy y/n I love you so much and I would never make you get an abortion I want the baby just as much as you do.’

Your smile got so wide and then you remember what him and his mother said.

‘Tate, what did you mean earlier when you said you were dead?’ His eyes go wide.

‘It’s a long story y/n’

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lcnelyghost · 1 year

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Can you do the Evan’s dating a plus size girl? 🤭🫶🏻❤️

all that you are//the evan’s

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, and james patrick march

rating; pg13!

warnings; slight harsh language, body shaming, bullying

a/n: sorry to everyone that might not like what i’m gonna say, but i only write for the evan’s until they go up to season five with james. yes, i have watched the other seasons. i LOVE gallant and edward mott, but i won’t be pairing them with a female reader for obvious reasons. rory and jeff didn’t satisfy me all that much, and i still have mixed feelings on kai. yeah, i also like austin, but i don’t really know if i have that special little connection to his character yet. and no, am i fuck gonna write for jeffrey. that’s something that i’ll never feel comfortable doing.

Tate Langdon;

• Tate couldn’t give a shit about how you looked, he loved you for how you truly were. From the way you treated him, he already knew that you had a heart of gold.

• He loves how you guys have the exact same style. You enjoy wearing baggy sweaters and jeans, much like himself. And he adores how confident you are when it came to wearing what you wanted.

• If any school girls even dared to make fun of you, well.. i’m pretty sure we know what would happen..

Kit Walker;

• If Kit falls in love with someone, it’s not for the breathtaking looks they’ve been blessed with. No. It’s simply for the fact that they have such a kind heart and a beautiful soul. That’s what Kit is truly attracted to.

• He admires every last bit of you. Size isn’t important to him, not at all.

• Kit fell for you, because you’re just you. You’re not hiding behind some mask or going around with a full face of makeup, nor trying to fit in with everyone, you’re you. And that’s certainly enough for him to love and cherish.

Kyle Spencer/Franken Kyle;

• Truth be told, the little soul can’t even tell the difference between you and other girls. Right enough, not that he would even care in the slightest.

• He gets really upset when he overhears Madison saying her usual shitty comments about you. Though that soon turns into a fit of laughter when Queenie punishes her for it.

• Kyle doesn’t have the kind of feeling to care enough when it comes to you’re size. You treat him in a way he’s always wanted to be treated, and he doesn’t need anything more than that.

Jimmy Darling;

• Uh, I think we’re aware that Jimmy couldn’t give a shit if you were big or not. We’ve seen enough to prove that, trust me..

• Most of the freaks respect you and treat you no differently from the others, Jimmy makes sure it stays like that.

• If Elsa even has the nerve to ask if you could be part of the show seeing as she thought you’re figure could be quite the ‘entertainment’ for some people, Jimmy would hit breaking point.

James Patrick March;

• James isn’t one for body shaming. His mother raised him to always respect a woman, and that her size shouldn’t matter to him. If she treats him right, then by all means he should show her the love and respect she deserves.

• He isn’t fussed about you’re weight. Mr March still buys you the best of the best. Including the fanciest clothes, jewellery, perfume, everything he’d buy for the woman he loves most!

• When the time comes around for his monthly dinner with the Countess, he’s sure to fire back at her sneaky, vulgar comments. Even Miss Evers will defend you as much as she can.

“And should we be expecting you’re new partner, James? I suppose the word ‘little’ isn’t a way to describe her.”

“You mean my loyal, new partner? Ah, yes. And I suppose that word isn’t something that we should mention when you’re the topic of conversation, hm?”

Yeah, he ain’t up for her bullshit today folks.

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kaicubus · 7 months

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♡ wayne + Dating Wayne Headcanons + Getting into an Argument with Wayne + Wayne NSFW Alphabet ❤︎ + More Wayne NSFW Headcanons ❤︎ + Shoplifting | Wayne McCullough ❤︎ + Wayne Fluff Alphabet + Wayne x Pregnant!reader + Cherry, by Lana Del Rey | Wayne McCullough + Blah Blah Blah | Wayne McCullough + Stains We Can't Remove | Wayne McCullough + Carnage | Wayne McCullough

♡ the summer i turned pretty + Dating Conrad Fisher + Dating Jeremiah Fisher + Dating Steven Conklin + Dating Cam Cameron + NSFW Steven Headcanons ❤︎ + Same Perspectives | Jeremiah Fisher

♡ criminal minds + Dating Spencer Reid + NSFW Spencer Reid Headcanons ❤︎ + You Have to Trust Me | Spencer Reid + Unarmed | Spencer Reid ❤︎ + Call Me Back | Spencer Reid

♡ american horror story + Guard Dog | Kyle Spencer + Rotten Pumpkins | Tate Langdon

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₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎ video games (bitter!) ──────────────────────

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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About me:

My name is Christina, I'm 20+, and I love Halloween, makeup of all genre, horror movies, 2000s rom-coms, writing, cats...and Taylor Swift more than anything. I'm a creative person at heart and share personality type with Kat Strattford and Wednesday Addams. I've been writing since I read the Twilight books and currently write for Scream, Wednesday, TSITP, Marvel, and more

☆ My taglists form here

☆ My 2024 prompt list is here and you can send requests here at any time

Who I write for:

MCU characters (Peter Parker + Loki Laufeyson) | Masterpost

Teen Wolf (Stiles Stilinski + Derek Hale) | Masterpost

Outer Banks (JJ Maybank + Rafe Cameron) | Masterpost special fandom prompt list

Jess Mariano (Gilmore Girls) | Masterlist

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon (Daemon Targaryen + Aemond Targaryen + Aegon II Targaryen + Jacaerys Velrayon (NEW) + Jon Snow) | Masterpost special fandom prompt list NEW

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The summer I turned pretty (Conrad Fisher + Jeremiah Fisher) | Masterpost

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story: Murder House) | Masterpost

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I have the ability to deny and delete any requests I don't want to write

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I don’t have a set word count for requests, but I try to keep them between 0.5k - 1k

Do not send me the exact same request you sent to many other writers. If see it, I'll then delete it

Smut is allowed, and welcomed

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These NSFW themes — feet fetish, a/b/o, innocent!reader , humiliation/degrading kink, water sport, graphic SA or anything non-con (unless it’s part of a ‘game’)

RPF (real people fiction)

Romanticization of mental health (eating disorders, depression, any type of self harm, etc.)

Anything yandere related

Anything involving someone being sick or periods

Peter x Tony (romantically) or any form of incest (with the exception of GoT and HotD)

Pregnancies / main characters being a parent

male!reader

nb!reader or gn!reader (nothing against it, I just wouldn’t want to write it wrong)

male!reader

black!reader or plus size!reader (nothing against it, I just would want to offend anyone by writing something I don’t know about)

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not-alien-girl-v · 7 months

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Evan Peters Masterlist

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Characters I Write For:

AHS

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

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My Favs

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time It's Personal

Sick

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The Evans

Evans + PDA

Evans as Nicole Dollanganger Songs

Heights of the Evans

Evans x Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Evans + Gas Station Orders

Evans + Internet HCs

Evans as Ethel Cain Songs

Tate Langdon

Tate HCs 1

Tate HCs 2

Love Languages

Tate x ADHD!Reader

Road Trip HCs

Beach Day

Tate Gets Jealous

Tate HCs Pt 3

Tate x Cooking

Tate x Romance

Picnic + Running Away

Fluff Alphabet

Coldstone

Tate x Transmasc!Reader

Tate x Plus Size!Reader

Kit Walker

Anything and Everything

Love Languages

Kyle Spencer

Halloween

Frat Boy Kyle

Frat Boy Kyle Again

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time Its Personal

Frat Boy Kyle 4: The Squeakquel

Frat Boy Kyle 5: This Time They Fight and its Stupid

Frat Boy Kyle 6: They Break Up?!?!

James March

Sick

Love Languages

Kai Anderson

Love Languages

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𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣!!! 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 + 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 + 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 + 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙔/𝙉, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 + 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 / 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 / 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩!! 𝙄 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 + 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙭. 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧.

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Rotten Apples

13 Days of Halloween 2021

Tate Langdon x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2186 words

Warnings: On the shorter side, but so cute. I just love the idea of Tate having something nice before everything goes wrong.

Summary: Going to explore your favorite orchard with pre-death Tate

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You and Tate didn’t go out much.

There wasn’t anything much to do in a place like this for a couple of delinquents like you and even if there had been, you weren’t sure that it would have mattered.

The two of you were always together but you didn’t really like going where other people were. The young crowd in this town didn’t want anything to do with you, and if you were being honest, they were sort of scared of Tate.

So, aside from going down to the beach when the desire struck, you mostly spent your free time in Tate’s room, listening to cassettes, and watching crappy television.

You liked it that way.

Still, there was one exception to that rule; one thing that you both loved to do when the right time of year came around.

The Apple Orchard.

Every year in the fall, the local apple orchard put on a whole autumn production with treats, and apple picking. They even had a corn maze and a haunted hayride, both of which Tate had given up on after seeing how lame they were.

“That shit wasn’t even scary” he’d told you, upset that you’d wasted precious daylight on something so cheesy.

He could have come up with something far scarier than that in the basement of his house if he wanted to.

Not that you minded.

This kind of stuff was also better in theory than in practice, but that didn’t mean you were ever going to skip it either. This time of year was made for stuff like this, wearing oversize sweaters and drinking hot cider.

If you didn’t do that, was it even spooky season?

You didn’t think so.

Which was exactly why you’d decided that you were going today, before the crowds could gather too big. The last thing you wanted was to get caught in a bunch of wine moms buying picturesque pumpkins and screaming kids.

“What do you want to do first?” Tate asked, instinctively reaching down to take your hand in his own, aware of how much this kind of stuff overwhelmed you.

Every year, he told you that it would be the same if you ate a bag of Halloween candy in his bed, and watched Night of the living dead, but you wouldn’t have it.

No matter how much this environment stressed you out, the idea of missing out was so much worse.

After all, this sort of stuff was what you lived for, even if it was kind of bittersweet at the moment.

“How about face paint?” you teased, watching the parents disapproving gazes following you past the small booth. Evidently, they didn’t think that you should come to places like this, but you didn’t care.

Their kids were going to be exposed to creatures like you and Tate at some point. It was either on MTV or here in their own backyard.

“...or, the hayride? We could see some ghosts” you kept going, sure that at some point, he would get tired of your suggestions and just pick something so that you didn’t have to.

He normally did, and honestly, he had a good eye for the fun stuff.

“No, it sucks. There weren’t even any bodies in the trees” he groaned, clearly upset by something that most people would have considered a plus.

You had once gone to a theme park that had dummies hanging in trees as part of the atmosphere and he liked that one, because at least they tried. These jokers didn’t even care enough to get one convincing zombie.

In what world was that a haunted hayride?

“We were sitting next to a couple of six year olds, how scary did you expect it to be?” you laughed, bumping the male in question as if trying to jog his memory.

These kinds of places weren’t really made with you two as the target demographic.

It wasn’t a horror fest, it was a fall festival.

Though, even you had to admit that a couple of ghosts or ghouls would have been a nice touch.

“How about I get a couple of hot ciders, and then we’ll decide what looks good?” Tate offered, sure that the more comfortable you got with the feeling of this place, the more you’d start giving input.

He just had to let you warm up to it first, and what better way to do that than with your favorite warm beverage?

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I think they have a petting zoo somewhere around here too” you hummed, bringing a soft smile to the male’s face. You couldn’t get enough to places like this, but you also couldn’t make a choice when it came to where to go first.

You just got so in your head and it was hard not to find it a little endearing.

He understood you, and it was nice to know that there was at least one person in this world that actually got him that he could get in return.

“Hold that thought. We have time to do it all” he promised, giving your arm a gentle squeeze in an attempt to comfort you before heading over to the little booth that housed your favorite thing about apple orchards.

Hot apple cider.

Ever since you were a kid, you had always loved it.

The warmth it provided helped to relax you and fight against the cool autumn air, while the crisp bit refreshed you. It just made everything so much better, and you were sure that it would be the perfect start to your day.

Absently, you picked at the wood of the old picnic table you’d chosen to wait at with your thumb nail, waiting for the man you loved to return with the treats.

There was a lot you wanted to do before the day was over but you knew that Tate was right, there was no reason to rush through all this.

If you did, you’d miss all your favorite things about this time of year.

You’d miss the way the cool air felt on your skin, and the way the air smelled as it carried the scent of hot cinnamon pastries and pumpkin to your nose from the stalls surrounding you.

You’d miss the soft falling of the leaves from the strong trees all around, and the crunching of those leaves under Tate’s combat boots as he pulverized them beneath the soles of his feet.

Which could be heard louder and louder as he approached when you were seated.

“For you” the man in question hummed, sitting down across from you before handing you your own paper cup, which was hot to the touch thanks to the scalding liquid inside.

You nodded in thanks, not missing a beat before you took a sip. It burnt your tongue ever so slightly but you didn’t pay that any mind, you just didn't want to wait any longer.

Immediately, you felt that warmth travel all the way through your body, from the center of your chest all the way to the tips of your fingers. It felt like the biggest hug, and served to relax you far more than before.

“So, I guess there is a petting zoo and they have piglets” he smiled, taking your free hand in his own, his thumb stroking the back of your knuckles absently as you kept drinking from your cup.

Already, you were more content than you’d been in a long time and now that you were a little more calm, you were ready to take on everything they had here.

Starting with the orchard.

If apple cider was your favorite part of this season, walking around the apple orchard was Tate's.

He loved seeing how different all the apples were, and picking out his favorites out of the hundreds that littered the ground around you both.

It didn’t hurt that he also liked smashing in everything that was left of the rotten ones. It was just the most fun for him out of all of this, and you knew that.

That was why it was so important you did it first.

Tate came out here and did this with you because you liked it but there was no reason he couldn’t have just as much fun.

“The piglets sound cute, but I bet there’s a few apples out there just waiting to meet that steel toe, what do you think?” you teased, sure that would get some reaction out of him.

After all, there was no harm in smashing rotten apples.

It wasn’t like anyone was actually going to eat them.

Besides, Tate got a kick out of the scandalized looks on people’s faces as they passed the trees with their children and caught a sight of him stomping apples into the dirt.

“You’re sure?” he asked, doing his very best to be as conscious toward what you wanted to do, while also getting super excited about the concept of what you were suggesting. Of course he was excited.

This was one of the only things outside of music, jean chains, and you that he actually really liked.

With that, it was decided. You got up without so much as a second thought and offered your hand to Tate, which he took with a similar lack of hesitation. If you were okay with that, he wasn’t going to argue.

It was going to be fun.

“We’ll get some good ones too, so Addie and I can make a pie” you allowed, grabbing a small basket at the entrance of the orchard and following Tate in.

The latter was an action you didn’t really have a choice in though.

If you’d stopped, the male likely would have pulled your arm from its socket as ready for this as he was.

It was a side of Tate that you didn’t get to see very often and a side of him that no one else would ever believe existed but you were glad when he finally got to express it nonetheless.

It was sweet, and really, it was one of the things you loved most about him.

“And to think, you didn’t want to come” you teased, watching as he began scouted out any pieces of fruit he deemed suitable for the bottom of his boot.

You’d come a little later in the season from when you normally did so the trees were more picked over than they usually would be, which may have been a bummer for others, but was perfect for you two monsters.

That meant there were more apples discarded to the grass for Tate to splatter all over the place.

“I don’t mind coming, I just like hanging out at home better” he shrugged, not even bothering to defend himself against your allegation.

Frankly, he was surprised when you brought it up, even though you went every year.

You weren’t much for going outside either.

It wasn’t like he was keeping you from being a social butterfly.

“Me too, but you don’t have apple cider” you sighed, plucking a pretty ripe apple from the vine. Constance didn’t keep anything like that in her house for the kids, even though she smoked four packs a day.

She thought it was unhealthy, even going so far as to say that she didn’t want Addie getting any bigger than she already was.

...like you.

Because of that, you knew that if you were going to make a pie at his house, you would have to do it when Constance was away but you were sure you could make it work.

Just because she didn’t think you were a good influence on the younger girl didn’t make it true.

“No, but I have whisky, and coke,'' Tate teased, earning an eye roll from you. You knew perfectly well what kind of traits his mother had passed on to her son, but that was neither here nor there.

You wanted to do something nice for Addie, who was the only one of Tate’s siblings you’d ever met, and who was the most kind to you.

She deserved something sweet every once and a while.

“Well, now you’ll have whisky, coke, and apples” you decided, not paying him any mind as the man you loved stomped around and dug his heel into the dirt, until there wasn’t anything left that could be identified as apple in his wake.

It must have been quite the scene, the two of you there.

Tate looked like a psychopath, his dusty blonde hair falling into his eyes as he focused all of his pent up energy on pulverizing fruit.

Not that you looked any better.

You were entirely preoccupied with selecting as many nice apples as you could get your hands on, only paying attention to the man at your side.

By all accounts, you were both as grungy and out of place as two people could be doing something like this, and yet, you couldn't have cared less.

All you cared about was having a good time with Tate, no matter how it looked to anyone else.

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AHS -Evan Peters #5

How they react when they walk in on you masturbating

Masterlist

Tate

When Tate walks into the room and realises what you’re doing, he just kind of stands there at first. You haven’t seen him there so he just watches you and waits for you to notice him. When you do, you jump but he smirks and walks over to your bed, slowly sitting next to you, “You look a little lonely, mind if I join you?” Before you know it, he’s took his shirt off and is kissing you.

Kit

Kit would immediately turned on, because he is one horny ass man. He would watch you for a couple seconds until he clears his throat to get your attention. You would gasp and try to cover yourself but Kit wasn’t having it. He’d pull the covers away from you, “Oh no, don’t stop, I wanna watch.” He’s bite his lip as he watches you continue pleasuring yourself.

Kyle

Kyle would be flustered at first but once you make eye contact with him and wink at him, he would take that as your invitation to join you. He would be shy to go over to you at first but once he’s next to you, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. After that, he doesn’t feel very guilty when he catches you in a compromising position.

Jimmy

Jimmy loves watching you as you touch yourself but he feels he could do a better job. He slowly walks over to you and spreads your legs so he could sit between them, “You know you don’t need to do that yourself, doll.” Jimmy is just obsessed with your face during sex, he loves every one of your expressions, especially when it’s because of him.

James

James feels a little offended that you didn’t tell him you wanted some attention in that way. He would clear his throat and give you a disapproving look, “My dear, you really thought you could start without me?” He would punish you for touching yourself without him, your body was his to pleasure and not even you were an exception to that rule.

Rory

Rory would be left speechless, having never been in this situation before. He would contemplate just leaving the room and waiting for you to finish until you open your eyes and see him just standing there. He would blush a little, “I had no idea you were.. busy. I can go if-” “Get over here, you idiot.” Rory would smile, “Don’t mind if I do.”

Kai

Kai would smirk and just watch you. If you saw him, he would invite himself onto your bed and touch you himself like he always does. If you don’t see him, he would start touching himself through his pants as he gets hard from looking at you. He gets bored of it though and goes over to you to satisfy the both of you. “Invite me next time, I’m sure I can do a better job than your fingers.”

#ahs #ahs x reader #ahs x chubby reader #ahs x plus size reader #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #kit walker #kit walker x reader #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #Jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #james march #james march x reader #rory monahan #rory monahan x reader #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader

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asphalt-cocktail · 6 years

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Nevermind ~Teaser~

Chapter 1- Smells Like Teen Spirit

Author Note: Let’s not talk about how I need to update my other fics This fic is based on Nirvana’s Nevermind album. There will be 13 chapters and each chapter will be based off the track the album. It will also be mostly Tate-centric. My tags are open for this and I will post the first official chapter on 9/12/2018 to celebrate the new season starting!

Pairing: Tate Langdon x Plus Size!OC

Warnings: Suggestive themes, language

Tate sat on his creaky bed nervously shaking his knee as he watched the time tick away on his analog clock that sat next to his desk.

6:00 AM

BEEP BEEP BEEP

He abruptly stood up and turned it off smacking his hand down hard on the silencer button. He stood up and frowned looked at himself in the mirror in the corner of his room. He ran a hand through his typical shaggy hair and tugged on his flannel that was over a plain black shirt.

He buttoned it up and left the black of his shirt exposed underneath and then frowned. No. he liked it better unbuttoned today, and undid the buttons opening it back up again.

Reaching down, he picked up his backpack and quickly ran down the steps, careful to avoid his mother and that piece of shit Larry while he passed the kitchen on his way out of the door.

He quickly walked down the block and stopped a few houses down looking at the big Victorian style doors and debating on if he should go down and knock on them. A girl’s head popped out and she smiled and waved at Tate. He sucked in sharply “I’ll be right out!” She said grinning and going back inside.

Lorena.

She lived three houses down from him and they would occasionally walk to school together to go to a study hall that happened before class started.

He watched her walk down the steps of her home and licked his lips seeing her wide hips and plush thighs. Jesus what he wouldn’t give to have those wrapped around his head while he gripped her hips and tasted-

“You ready to go Tate?”

He turned and blinked a few times clearing his mind “Huh?” He asked. “Oh yeah, we can go.” Tate walked next to Lorena and matched her pace

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miffy-melly · 6 years

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Done with finals!!!

I'm finally done with school (for now) and can start working on that AHS x Plus size reader fic!

#ahs x plus size reader #ahs x reader #ahs #tate langdon #jimmy darling #james march #kit walker #kyle spencer #plus size reader #kai anderson #edward philippe mott

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zoeygraygubler · 3 years

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Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

Key- Angst -+ Smut-* Fluff- #

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Look My Way- Plus Sized Reader x Spencer Reid+

I'm Not Her- Insecure Reader x Spencer Reid+#

Harry Potter

George Weasley

Good Girl- X Reader X George Weasley P1+

Good Girl- X Reader X George Weasley P2+#

Good Girl- X Reader X George Weasley P3*

Fred Weasley

Guilty- X Reader x Fred Weasley*

Fluffy- X Reader x Fred Weasley#

Oliver Wood

Coming Soon...

Cedric Diggory

The Forgotten One- Cedric Diggory x Reader+

The Forgotten One Part 2- Cedric Diggory x Reader+

The Forgotten One Part 3- Cedric Diggory x Reader+

Marvel

Peter Parker

Coming Soon...

THE EVANS

Most of the content for The Evans will be posted on an account I co-write for on Wattpad. Here is the link to check that out. link

Tits Or Ass*

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

NSFW Alphabet*

Kit Walker

Clingy-+* Reader x Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Coming Soon...

Jimmy Darling

NSFW Alphabet*

James Patrick March

Coming Soon...

Kai Anderson

Coming Soon...

X-Men

Peter Maximoff

NSFW Alphabet*

The Office

Luke Cooper

Coming Soon...

Stranger Things

Johnathan Byers

Maybe Rain Isn't So Bad+#

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid #criminal minds #american horror story #x men x reader #x reader #kit walker #jimmy darling #ahs #tate langdon #james patrick march #kai anderson #george weasley #fred weasley #oliver wood #cedric diggory #luke cooper

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chubbygirlfics · 9 months

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I just wanted to request a small little part 2 of the request i made. so i was thinking the reader is starting to show and she is keeping it hidden from her parents they go to her room and find her and tate asleep in her bed the readers parents notice her baby bump and they already know it was Tate's baby her dad then starts to beat him up the reader gets in between them and she gets slapped then tates punches her dad for it then she leaves with tate to a small little cabin she takes care of him. The next morning they go to talk to her parents they promise they will help her with the baby since she is still young (my bad it's a little long tried to make it short)

Tate Langdon x plus-size!Reader

Warnings: mentions of teen pregnancy, fighting, and anger

Summary: y/n’s parents find out she’s pregnant with tates baby.

Keeping your pregnancy hidden was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. The excuses you had to make up because of the constant nausea, the weird cravings.

But the hardest part of all was hiding your baby bump, you started showing a few weeks ago and now it’s just getting bigger.

You’ve been wearing baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants, your parents haven’t fount out yet so you felt like you were doing a good job.

Turns out you weren’t doing good enough. You and Tate fell asleep on your bed. you thought you locked your door.

Tates hand was resting on your baby bump, and his head was rested on your shoulder.

You both were in deep sleep till your mother and father bursted threw the door. It took a minute for both of your parents to process what was going on.

‘Get the hell up tate’ your dad yells, Tate quickly jumps us and just awkwardly stands there. Your dad runs to him and starts to punch him, Tate stands his ground but takes the punches. He knows he’s already in deep shit and doesn’t want to fight your father.

‘I told you to stay the hell away from my daughter and now you’ve went and got her pregnant!?’ He says landing another punch to tates face.

Your mom just stands there with her hand over mouth to much in shock to move and help.

‘DAD WHAT THE FUCK!’ You yell at him, trying to step between them to stop the fight, in return your dad accidentally slaps you. You hold your face in shock with tears streaming down your face.

That’s what sends Tate over the edge, he’s sees your dad standing there with regret all over his face, he takes it as an opportunity to punch your dad, he knocks your father to the ground.

‘Let’s go y/n!’ Tate says quickly grabbing your hand and running out your bedroom door, you take one last look at your dad on the ground and your mom kneeling on the floor helping him up. You felt bad that this happened all because you got pregnant with tates child, but you don’t regret it.

‘Tate where are we going?’ You ask when you make it to the front door.

‘My mom has this cabin not too far from here that she never uses, I figured we can use it until we get everything sorted out.’ He says, you give and him a smile and nod.

Once you guys make it to the cabin, you sit on the bed and start crying, you felt so bag for everything and now you feel as if you drove a wedge between you and your parents

Tate comes over to sit next to you ‘y/n it’s okay I promise we will talk to them and try to work something out okay’ he says rubbing your back and resting his head on top of yours

‘I-I know’ you say, leaning into him.

You head to bed to try and forget about everything, when you wake up in the morning you see Tate sitting on the couch watching tv

He notices you get up ‘I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, are you ready to talk to your parents’ he questions

You groan ‘yeah I guess so’ you get up and head towards the front door ‘I hope this doesn’t go wrong’ you say sighing

‘Me too’ Tate says, you amd wit back to your house and walk inside you see your parents that the kitchen counter, as if they were waiting for you to show back up

‘Oh my y/n, me and your father were so worried we didn’t know you were’ you mother says rushing to you pulling you into a hug

You quickly hug her back ‘I’m okay mom I was staying with Tate’ you say

‘Y/n’ your father says walking up to you ‘Tate’ he say when he sees him

‘I know you guys didn’t mean for this to happen, and me and your mother are willing to help you out with the baby, but we want you guys to stay here so we know that you and the baby are safe’ you dad says

You let out a sigh of relief ‘thank you so much dad’ you say giving him a hug

‘Thank you’ Tate says from a distance ‘and sorry for hitting you’ your dad says

‘Yeah..I’m not really sorry for hitting you’ Tate states, you glare at him and tell him to shut up.

Everything worked out though

#x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x reader #bxbyjinx #request #evan peters x chubby reader #evan peters x plus size reader #evan peters x reader #tate langdon x plus size reader #tate langdon x chubby reader #tate langdon #american horror story #ahs

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crash-cinematic-universe · 4 years

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masterlist

American Horror Story-

American Horror Story-Tate Langdon Fics: And the walls came crumbling down- To you, Tate Langdon was nothing less than a perfect boyfriend and a genuinely good person. Then, you decided to do some googling.

Series:

DISCONTINUED (for now): Headfirst for Halos (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) - Y/n L/n is the type of teenager every parent fears; punk rock, angry, abrasive– the list goes on. Everyone who knew her thought she was a rough-and-tough, unforgiving delinquent who would end up in jail. That is, until she met Tate Langdon and managed to soften. Then, the killing began.

Kit WalkerFics:Anxiety V.S. Kit Walker- Kit Walker is there for you, no matter what.

the ghosts that linger- The horrors of Briarcliff Asylum haunt Kit Walker like ghosts

James Patrick March

Fics:

The Hotel Cortez and Everything It Contains- for the first time in a long time, James Patrick March tries to right one of his many wrongs.

Headcanons:

James Patrick March/plus sized!reader headcanons

James Patrick March moving on headcanons

Kai Anderson

Fics:

Glass Kingdom- Kai Anderson gets his ass beat by Lana Winters.

Amazon Eve

Fics:

The Colorful Days- After years of working as a freak in Jupiter, Florida, the days had lost their color. That was, until a certain woman showed.

X-Men

Peter Maximoff

Fics

Home- Peter Maximoff just wants to feel at home.

I’m Alive- After a mission goes terribly wrong, Peter realizes he needs to make good use of the time he spends alive.

Blurry- A mysterious silver blur has been in your peripheral for as long as you can remember– eventually, you get fed up.

A Dreamlike Longing- Your role in life is to fight off evil in the real world, but you could’ve never prepared for the battle against the evil in your dreams. Thankfully, you won’t have to do it alone.

Pride, in Every Sense of the Word- Peter Maximoff loves his perfect little family more than anything in the world.

Tear Open My Chest and Steal My Lungs- Peter Maximoff has the Hanahaki disease, and he’d rather die than face rejection. HANAHAKI AU

Hey Lover- Peter agrees to be Erik’s best man at his wedding despite one problem: he can’t dance. Thankfully, you’re there to help him.

love and death are on in the same- Peter Maximoff was all-too-familiar with unrequited love.

Pigeon- Peter Maximoff is blowing away with the breeze without you to anchor him.

Fairy Lights, A Christmas Story, and a Metallic Jacket- Christmas is rolling around, and Peter is determined to create some positive memories.

Vodka, and the Wonderfully Dirty Side Affects- Who knew that vodka could turn an average night into one to remember. (NSFW)

It Will Always Be You- Peter goes toe-to-toe with the love of his life.

she can prove it with a solid right hook- A stranger arrives at the mansion and immediately begins to harass Peter. Thankfully, you handle the situation.

Beauty Lies in the Pockets of a Silver Jacket- When you decided to be Peter for Halloween, you never considered how hard it would be to acquire his prized jacket. (NSFW)

Anyone Who Knows What Love Is Will Understand- Peter suddenly finds out what the gaping hole in his memory is hiding.

High Score- You’re trying to beat Peter’s high score in PacMan and he so graciously decided to give you a little incentive. (NSFW)

Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off- nobody likes the opening band– except, of course, the lead singer’s secret girlfriend, who just happens to be the headliner (NSFW)

Let the Patter of the Rain Become the Rhythm- Peter Maximoff’s pessimism is defeated by your pure determination.

stories from the rooftop- Peter Maximoff is sitting next to a pretty girl on the roof.

Thunderous- Peter has always been afraid of thunderstorms

Holographic Sand is a Kickass Band Name- peter learns that a fuckton can change in the course of a week

Fuzzy- Life in Westview is picture perfect, even if that picture is too fuzzy to see clearly.

Skeleton party- After a surprise attack on the mansion, peter realizes exactly how much you can handle.

tiger lilies, self destructing, and richard siken- to peter maximoff, love is an anomaly that scares him more than anything else. however, you might be able to help him overcome his fear.

technicolor grief- tragedy strikes Peter Maximoff like a bullet train and he’s forced to push through the colors of grief

an interdimensional family road trip- after Peter disappears in a cloud of smoke, you, Erik, and Charles go on a fun-filled family road trip across the universe.

the worst part- you’re the messenger that’s carrying the most heartbreaking message imaginable to the Maximoff household.

Rumor has it- you were gifted with the ability to speak things into existence-- however, often times it felt more like a parasite than a gift

Series:

Peter Maximoff is completely, utterly, and undoubtedly in love (1 & 2)- Peter had no idea a simple mission would change his life forever. He also had no idea how much he liked the bass guitar.

UNFINISHED: A Speedster, A Nuclear Bomb, and a Worn Down Walkman (prologue, 1)

Headcanons:

Affection Starved Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Jealous Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Platonic Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Peter Maximoff Crush Headcanons

Domestic Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Waking Up Next To Peter Headcanons

Peter Maximoff/ME 3am discord headcanons

General Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Submissive Peter Maximoff Headcanons

Peter Maximoff NSFW alphabet

dad!peter and Luna!daughter headcanons

Peter Maximoff/hydrokinetic!reader headcanons

Peter Maximoff/Male!reader headcanons

Peter Maximoff hurt/comfort headcanons

Peter Maximoff/Xavier!reader headcanons

Drabbles:

Peter Maximoff/Howlet!reader drabble- Saying your older brother, Logan, was overprotective would be an understatement.

Anger Issues- Peter Maximoff had fallen in love with the most inconvenient person possible– Y/n Wilson, daughter of the infamous Wade Wilson

Scott Summers

Headcanons:

Scott Summers Fake Dating Headcanons

Drabbles:

Heart Eyes- Scott Summers is madly in love with his girlfriend, and frankly, his friends are sick of it

Warren Worthington III

Headcanons:

Warren Worthington III Fluff Headcanons

Jealous Warren Worthington III Headcanons

Warren Worthington III Crush Headcanons

Warren Worthington III NSFW alphabet

Ororo Munroe

Storm general headcanons

Community

Trobed-

One shots-

Incredibly short trobed things

Abed Nadir needs to count the seconds- Abed Nadir hates being alone in general, so when his friends disappear and leave him alone in a sea of job-seeking students he struggles to keep his head above water.

Troy Barnes and his forgotten love confession- troy and abed wake up in the library surrounded by their disoriented classmates with their memories wiped. Unfortunately for troy, one look in his friend’s eyes caused the entire forgotten ordeal to play out inside his head-- including the love confession that ended with a scream of agony.

Headcanons-

Troy Barnes headcanons

Abed Nadir headcanons

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stripper-patrick · 4 years

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Delinquent 🏴‍☠️ Tate Langdon

Warnings: smut, language, protected

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Song: Wet Dreamz- J cole

Relationship: Tate Langdon x black plus sized reader

I watch her. In the hallway just quiet walking to herself listening to music. I noticed music keeps her focused. And then I see him. He grabs her arm and she smiles softly just to comfort him. That smile wasn’t real. I’ve come to this crazy conclusion that my best friend doesn’t wanna be in a relationship with such as asshole. He does steroids and I just know that she doesn’t know because she doesn’t put up with drugs that’s why I stopped doing them. And his dick is little. Trust me it was passed around the school.

The bell for second period starts and I walk up to her after he leaves. Her smile brightens up. That’s real. I smile back giving her that dimple she loves all the time.

“Hey Tate”

“Hi Y/N uh I’m going to out to eat for lunch did you wanna come with me? My treat”

“Yea sure” I walk her to her class and she turns around “I’ll see you later”

“Ok” I hug her and she goes into class. I walk to mine and step foot in the door just as the bell rings.

“Morning Mr. Langdon” I nod her way and sit in the back in my seat.

As English goes on I could care less about what the teacher says. How did we even get here? How did English become a ‘let’s find out why this guy use and rather than as well as’ I mean he probably did it to sound smarter which is what we do. A load of croc shit.

I start thinking about how Y/N would look on top of me and now I can’t get away from those fantasies. Just to see her bouncing on top of me getting herself off or even hearing her moan my name is enough to have me tight in the jeans.

I adjust myself. It should be fine in like 2 minutes.

I try to focus on what the teachers saying but I stray back to her lips on mine, her mouth around my cock, me buried inside of that tight little pussy because I know for a fact that he can’t stretch her out.

I shoot my hand up getting the teachers attention “bathroom”

She nudges her head to the door and I get up shielding my hard on by my arm. I grab the pass and go outside taking a deep breath. My head isn’t clear.

I start walking and next thing I know my hand is on the door knob. I open the door and all the kids are scattered around on the computers. She has a sub, good.

“Y/N come here” I say. She gets up and walks out to me

“Are you ok?” I grab her arm and whisk her away to the supply closet locking the door behind us.

“Would it be inappropriate to kiss and or have sex with you”

“No” she smiles

“Which one?” She comes up kissing my ear and whispering in it

“All of the above” I pull her close to me sealing our space with a kiss. My hands touch her waist and she smiles. She throws me off guard when her tongue slips into my mouth and her small hand moves from my cheek to my pulsating dick.

I unbuckle my jeans and she pulls down her leggings. I lay back against the wall grabbing a condom out my wallet. I roll it on then pick her up wrapping her thick legs around my stomach holding her up by her butt. She moves her panties to the side and I rub my aching cock in her wetness searching for some type of pleasure.

She looks me dead in my eye and grabs it from the back inserting my dick into her. My eyes close and my head hits the wall as I go deeper.

Y/N starts bouncing on me putting her hand on my chest. Her body rolls on my dick and i moan. Watching her tits bounce in my face could’ve made me bust right there.

“Shit that’s it” I spread her ass cheeks pushing up into her but she starts slipping. “You trust me”

“To an extent” she smiles “more dick” she bounces on it more before I stop her switching positions.

I move my arms putting her legs on my shoulders. She doesn’t know this but I work out extra just so she can feel small and I’m able to pick her up. A few kids have bullied her for having extra meat on her but my thing is if she’s skinny she can’t cook.

She holds onto my neck as I rail her deeper. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she moans my name. She sounds better than I imagined.

“So good” she moans.

“I’ve dreamt about being with you for ages” I moan “he can’t stretch you out the way I do can he”

“No Tate”

“Your pussy has me strung baby fuck I’m gonna cum”

“Oh god me too cum for me” she repeats getting louder. I cover her mouth and bite my lip hard seizing a loud moan. My legs shake nearly giving out. I flip us over so she’s on the wall plowing into her to bottom out my orgasm.

“Oh god right there don’t stop” she moans. Her legs are next to convulse. Her short pants and whimpers are like music to my ears as she cums around my cock.

I rub her clit making her entire body shake and she moans. It almost hurts to pull out of her. I take off the condom and look at her with puppy dog eyes.

“We have to do the bells about to ring” she says.

“I know but I just wanna look at you” I smile

“Let’s go” she redresses herself and I do the same. We go out and she holds my hand until we get to her class “meet me after school for round 2”

“Yes ma’am”

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Safe Place

Tate Langdon x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2051 words

Warnings: Anxiety on the reader’s part. I just needed this today, feel free to disregard it if you aren’t in the right state of mind for something like this.

Summary: You and Tate have a spot, a safe place to hide from the world

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In retrospect, it wasn’t all that big of a deal.

All Leah had done was tripped you in the hallway.

It was the same thing she’d done to you plenty of times before, and it hardly compared to the verbal abuse she had taken to hurling at you normally, but for some reason, it was the last straw for you today.

You weren’t in the mood to just grin and bear it like she didn’t make you feel that much worse about yourself, when you already felt lower than low.

Their laughing mockery made your stomach turn as you stood and it felt like each of their voices made the room spin around you that much more.

You could feel your skin burning as you stood from the ground, and immediately, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

This was too much.

One top of everything else you were dealing with today, this was the last thing you could handle.

So, rather than brush it off like perhaps you should have, just took off toward the door, ignoring your skinned knee and the total embarrassment of the situation behind you.

You had to get out.

Burning tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you left the school ground but even once they’d stopped, you kept going.

You didn’t stop running, in fact, until you found yourself so far away from that place you couldn’t feel the aching in the pit of your stomach anymore.

The beach.

Your problems weren’t fixed, of course, but it was better.

The waves crashing on the shore almost drowned out the sound of that nagging voice in your head.

Almost.

You were just so tired.

Everything around you felt like it was crumbling and no matter what you did, there was no relief anywhere. It was as if every time you tried to get one thing taken care of, you just ended up piling on six more things you had to deal with.

It was hardly helping your already questionable mental state.

You just wanted to be done.

The situation at school was hardly easy for you to deal with, but normally, you could wave it off like nothing. It shocked you that today you weren’t able to keep it together long enough to even finish the day.

Not that you were going to argue.

That place didn’t have anything to offer you, not really, and it wasn’t like you had any real reason to be there.

You doubted they even realized that you were gone, because that was how much you meant to them.

The students tormented you, and the teachers let them.

If it hadn’t been for Tate, you were sure you’d never go back, you would just sit here in the sand forever.

Perhaps you belonged here anyway.

You felt like your head was swimming everywhere else, like you couldn’t catch your breath but not here.

For some reason, this beach made you feel like nothing was quite as bad as it felt like it was and looking at the waves, it all melted away.

When Tate first told you about this place, you thought he was out of his mind, but now that you were here at what felt like your worst moment, you got it.

It was nice.

For a moment or two, you even forgot about the burning, open scrape on your knee that was practically begging for your attention. It stung, broken open on the tile floor of Westfield high school, and aggravated by the sand and debris you’d picked up since then.

Still, you didn’t even give it a second thought before you pressed your finger into it, picking at the grit there absently, without batting an eye.

The sting there hardly compared to the swelling pain in your head, and the all consuming dread you’d woken up with this morning.

In the grand scheme of things, it was nothing.

You sighed, a deep heavy sort of sigh that made your shoulders rise and fall and for a second, you felt the weight fall away.

It melted away from you and then, it returned just as quickly with a force you hadn’t been expecting.

It was enough to make you cry, and perhaps you would have if you hadn’t already cried all your tears on the way here. Instead, you gave up even further and laid down in the sand, closing your eyes as the sun painted shades of red and blue on your eyelids.

This wasn’t so bad.

If you ignored everything else in your life and just laid here in the sand, all your senses blinded by the elements, it wasn’t bad at all.

It was really unfortunate that you couldn’t just live out the rest of your life like this, completely at peace.

Though, as if he was his own reminder of that simple fact, someone blocked out the sun for a moment, robbing you of the well received distraction you had found.

“You know, there are better places to nap” Tate hummed, sitting down beside your flattened frame in the sand, taking note of the fact that you didn’t laugh at his joke, which normally would have at least gotten a pity chuckle.

You must have been having a really rough day.

“It was either this or hell, but I thought your house was too far a walk” you shot back, earning a scoff from the male who smiled at you when you cracked an eye open to look at him.

Even the worst day couldn’t kill that attitude.

“I was worried about you” he allowed, after a few seconds between you. He knew that you were enjoying the peacefulness of this place, but he also knew just how bad your brain would sabotage you if he just left you here.

That wasn’t what you would do if the roles were reversed, he was sure of that.

“Why? You obviously knew where I was”

It was true.

Tate had been coming here for a long time, when the world got to be too much or when he just needed a break from all the bullshit. Eventually, he shared it with you just so that you could see how truly wonderful it was.

Though, if he knew what you were going to use it for, he wasn’t sure if he would have waited so long to let you in on his safe place.

Clearly, you needed it just as much as he did, if not more.

Tate had already decided that he wasn’t going to be anything in this place, and he didn’t care what any of them felt about him but you hadn’t gotten there yet.

You still put so much pressure on yourself to do anything and he desperately wished you wouldn’t.

You would have been so much happier if you just let it all go everywhere, like you did here with him.

“I don’t know why you give a shit what they think? They don’t even know you” he sighed, digging his hands into the sand until he had fistfuls of the stuff, his eyes studying your face for a moment.

You looked so peaceful, even when you were at your worst, and the fact that anyone could disturb that made his jaw tighten unconsciously. It wasn’t fair, because you really were a good person.

You weren’t like him, or any of these other douchebags in this town. If you could actually get the help you needed, you had a shot to actually do something good with your life.

Then, once the injustice of it all fell away, Tate let himself let the sand go, slipping through his fingers.

You didn’t bother to answer him.

In truth, you had no idea why you were so easy to sway. Where your emotions were concerned, you just felt like you had no control and when the world started to get too much, you didn’t have anywhere to go.

Except for here.

On this beach, when you were with Tate, you could think but even now, the reality of what lay just outside of the sandy paradise you buried yourself in was just there. There was nothing you could do to escape it.

There was nothing either of you could do about it.

“I’ll be okay, I just have to get a handle on all this” you whispered back, bringing your hand over your face to cover your eyes completely. At first, the sun’s patterns provided a welcome distraction, but now, they were too much.

You needed the darkness, which burying your face into your arm gave you almost immediately.

“You will, you always do”

There was a confidence in Tate’s voice that you haven't heard from him in a really long time. Normally, when you talked about how much you hated dealing with life, he agreed with you fully, but not now.

Even he understood how entirely overwhelmed you were.

He smiled, gingerly taking your hand in his own, trying to be as supportive to you as he could.

It wasn’t in his nature to do things like that but where you were concerned, he tried to be the best he could for you, even if it was out of his comfort zone.

You deserved it.

All in all, the action was sort of clumsy and awkward but you didn’t complain because you didn’t even realize how much you needed the contact until you got it.

It was just so clear that he cared about you, even when you didn’t feel like anyone in the world did. He was one of the strangest men you had ever met, of course, but in him, you found one of the greatest people you’d ever known.

“What did you do to your knee?” Tate huffed, letting his eyes wander down to take notice of the open scratch you were dealing with.

He hadn’t even noticed it until this moment, but now that he had, it was hard to just turn a blind eye to it.

Not that you seemed equally as concerned.

In fact, by this point, you had already forgotten about that.

“I fell earlier, it’s fine” you shrugged, sitting up to match his gaze now.

It was an unfortunate reality, something that you had decided to ignore but that didn’t mean it was going to go away. Similarly to everything else that was driving you crazy about your life, it didn’t disagree just because you were here.

It just hurt a little less.

“You gotta be more careful” he muttered, talking more into the air than really to you, even though it was technically only meant for your ears. He loved you more than anything in the world, and it was getting harder and harder to hide it.

More than anything, he wished he could make it better for you but it wasn’t really that easy.

There was a lot you were going through that he couldn’t do anything about but where he could, he was definitely going to try.

“I know”

In reality, there wasn’t much that you could do about this particular scrape but you knew better than to tell him that. Getting into the day you’d had wasn’t worth it right now, and you definitely didn’t want to drag Tate down too.

It would be much better to just enjoy this moment.

You could deal with everything else later.

Tate didn’t say anything. All he did was toss his arm over your shoulders to pull you into his frame. Again, it was out of his comfort level normally, as a man who had never had a loving female presence in his life like you but he was doing his best.

When it came to you, it was just better to go with his gut than to think about it too much.

You were shocked at first, because Tate had never been so touchy feely with you in all the time you had known him but once the moment of initial surprise of it had worn off, you found yourself leaning into his frame.

“Thank you for coming to find me” you whispered, going for broke as you buried your face into the comfort of his hoodie, finally finding a final place to hide in Tate’s warm chest.

“Don't worry, I always will”

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Grunge pt. 2

Tate Langdon x Plus size!fem!reader

Word Count: 2594 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader finally learns that handsome stranger's name.

Part 1

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You couldn’t help but huff the second you left the uncomfortably stuffy room, not stopping until you were outside.

After what had happened in your family recently, being around either of your parents was a tall order for both you and Violet. They were just so frustrating, more concerned with the way they were feeling than how this was affecting either of you.

Everything was all about them, and you shouldn’t have expected this to be any different.

The only place in the world where you could think was on the ledge outside the house. It was nice, hidden from the main road while giving you a nice view of the greenery outside, and the big oak tree you’d taken to carving things into when you were bored.

It also just so happened to be a great place to smoke, something your parents didn’t even realize you had picked up on in the last few months.

You could only imagine how they would react when they found out. Vivian would lose her mind, worrying about the potential health problems a habit like that could result in, as if Violet wasn’t actively slicing her wrists to ribbons.

They had a habit of picking and choosing what they were worried about. It was just another one of the lovable things about your overly frustrating parents that you chose to ignore.

You sighed, throwing your legs over the brick ledge, focusing your attention on one of the loose bricks you’d managed to wiggle out. It made a wonderful place to stash your cigarettes but getting to them occupied enough of your attention to keep you from noticing the man sneaking up on you.

It wasn’t until he spoke that you realized he was standing there, just behind you with each of his hands stuffed into his jean pockets.

“He’s kind of a stick in the mud, huh?” his voice came, once he decided he’d had enough of just staring at your back. You had no idea he was here, something that could have been dangerous for you, if he was the kind of guy who wanted to do you any harm.

Luckily, he’d found you before any of the other’s had.

You swung around immediately, momentarily ignoring the box of cigarettes you had fished out of the hole in the foundation, finding the mystery boy you’d been searching for standing right there in front of you.

Of all the people to sneak up on you like that, of course it would be him. He was the only person you had no idea how to talk to after all, and it wouldn’t be bad enough if you made a fool of yourself only once today. The universe would never let you get away with something like that.

“What are you doing here? You scared me” you commented, doing your best to recover quickly without making a total fool of yourself. Not that it mattered because you quickly realized that you’d yet to change out of your pajamas, which he’d seen this morning.

You must have looked crazy.

“Sorry, you need a light?” he asked, sitting down beside you without so much as a gesture in the direction of where you were sitting and generating a lighter from his pocket. You wouldn’t have taken him for a smoker at first, but you did hardly know him.

You had to keep reminding yourself that this person was a complete and total stranger to you, someone who could strangle you and get away with it if he wanted to, right now. Though, the thought of that wasn’t exactly threatening.

With the day you’d been having, it wouldn’t matter either way.

Without so much as a thought, you stuck a single cigarette between your lips, leaning forward to let him light it. You tried not to look him in the eyes as he did, partly because it seemed too intimate a gesture for two strangers, and partially because he seemed too gorgeous to make direct eye contact with.

You didn’t really have a type but the more time you spent with this man, the more you’d decided that if you did have one, he’d be it.

“Your dad doesn’t want you talking to me, does he?” he questioned, watching you blow a thin stream of smoke from your lips into the waiting air, not even pretending like his eyes weren’t glued to your lips.

You may have had some reservations about coming off creepy or lame, but Tate certainly didn’t. He thought you were hot, and that wasn’t something he would ever apologize for, at least, not while you seemed to enjoy his company.

Normally, you would have had several questions for someone like him, like how he could have possibly known that, but you didn’t bother today.

You could hardly think, not with his blue eyes locked on your face.

“No, but my dad doesn’t like anyone. Don’t take it too personally” you shrugged, moving so that your back was against the pillar at your side, your knees between your two bodies. It put a little bit of distance between you, but at least this way, you could look him in the face.

Tate only smirked at that, absentmindedly fiddling with the strings of your sneakers as he spoke, moving closer to you than before.“I’m sure it doesn’t help that he knows you’re attracted to me” he smiled, speaking casually, so much so that you almost missed it.

You would have missed it, had you not been so hyper aware of every single thing he was doing right now. At this second, you could have heard a pin drop, assuming that this handsome blonde was the one dropping it.

“I am not” you huffed, taking a deeper inhale from the cancer stick between your fingers, letting the slight burn of the smoke flooding your lungs take away from his gaze, burning a hole in your skull.

He was daring you to slip up, to admit it, but you couldn’t do that.

As far as you knew, this was all some elaborate ploy orchestrated by Leah and all those bitches at school. Tormenting you and Violet had become their favorite way to pass time since you moved in, and you wouldn’t put it past them to think of this.

Though, you had never seen him at school, and you were sure that you would have remembered a face like his, even if you’d only seen him in passing.

“Yes you are, but that’s okay...grunge” he winked, using that nickname again, though this time, it felt like he was using it just to spite you. For Tate, this was all one big game and he wanted you to be the first one to admit it.

Whatever it was that was going on between the two of you, would be much more fun if he could get as much of a rise out of you as he’d managed to do this morning. You’d practically choked on your cereal this morning, after all, just because he walked into the room.

It was pretty hard to deny that.

“Okay, and say that I am attracted to you, which I’m not, just for the record. Wouldn’t I know your name?” you sighed, leaning forward to hand him the cigarette you’d been huffing on this whole time.

Being near him was making you really nervous but the tension you’d been trying to relieve over the whole thing with your dad was long gone.

You had a point, even Tate had to admit that. He didn’t know your name either, but at least he’d made an effort with his clever little nickname. You had no idea what his name was, and while there was a power in keeping it from you, he wanted you to know it.

That way, you could tell everyone about him and how undeniably attracted to him you were.

“I’m Tate, Tate Langdon” he offered, holding the cigarette in his fingers for a few seconds as he thought over what he wanted to do with it. At the moment, it was as close to having his lips on your as he could get, but he’d never really been a smoker either.

If he wanted to kiss you, he could just kiss you.

“Well Tate, regular, unattractive Tate. They call me Y/N” you allowed, going out of your way now to include that fact about him. It was a lie, of course, but you were desperate to get back any semblance of control over the way you felt.

You hated feeling like this.

Like some stranger with a lighter could control the way you felt more than you could, but to be fair, it wasn’t like this happened all the time. Tate was the first guy to ever catch you off guard like this, and as much as you loved it, you hated it just as much.

By this point, you could tell that he wasn’t going to smoke it, so you leaned forward toward him, waiting for Tate to slip the cigarette between your lips, but instead, he smiled, putting it out on the concrete beneath you.

You started to argue, not understanding what he was getting at but before you could, you were interrupted with his lips on your own, keeping you in place with a large hand on the side of your face.

Usually, this wasn’t something you did with people eight minutes after learning their name, but yet again, you were making an exception for this stranger.

...And you weren’t complaining about it.

The kiss the two of you shared was one that practically stole the air from your lungs, your skin on fire as you tried to make sense of how you’d managed to get into this position. Both of your parents were inside, and could see you if they came out the side door, but you didn't care.

At this moment, you didn’t care about anything more than keeping him as close to you as possible.

Though, eventually you did have to pull away because you did still have to breath air, not that Tate was acting like it. By the time you were forced to seperate, you were both heaving for air, trying to make sense of it all.

If by some miracle he didn’t think you were out of your mind before, he certainly did now.

“If that’s you not being attracted to me, I can’t wait to see what you’re like when you are into me” Tate teased, taking the liberty of lighting you another cigarette to replace the one that he’d put out, slipping it between your waiting lips.

You wanted to laugh, to say something clever, to do anything that wouldn’t embarrass you completely but there were no words for something like that. There was nothing you could say after sharing one of the most amazing kisses of your life with a relative unknown.

In total, you had spent less than two hours with Tate, and you already knew that he was going to be a huge problem for you.

“Very funny” you tried,doing your best not to look him in the eye again. You knew that if you did, there would be nothing you could do to stop yourself from starting to fall for him. It was something that was inevitable, really, between the two of you, but you weren’t itching to fall in love.

After all, there was some truth to what your dad had said.

There was some reason Tate had to see him, why he’d been waiting outside his office at eight in the morning, and you had no idea what that was. All you knew about Tate so far was his name and what he tasted like.

That was hardly the building blocks of a functional relationship.

Speaking of, as you sat there, thinking about how you had ever come in contact with this whirlwind of a human being, you realized something. He had an appointment here, early this morning, but that was hours ago now.

There was no reason for him to still be here, just hanging around your house.

“What are you still doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at home by now?” you asked, trying not to sound like you wanted him to leave. Frankly, that was the last thing you wanted but there had to be someone who was waiting on him.

Normally, when people came to see their therapist, they didn’t just hang around the house for the rest of the day. At least, not in your experience.

Tate sighed, his fingers going back to picking casually at the laces on your shoes, only occasionally letting his eyes flick up to your face, a smirk crawling onto his lips each time he did.

He could feel you staring at him, even when he wasn’t looking at you, and that was far from unwelcome. He was doing a better job at covering it up, but Tate was already super into you, in the same way you were into him. It was becoming clear that no matter what your dad had to say, this wasn’t going to be the last time you saw each other.

Especially not if he got a say in the matter.

You let your head rest against the bricks behind you, not even keeping yourself from looking at him. You hated yourself for it, of course, for being so brazen and lame, but you didn’t want to stop watching him.

Every little thing he did, it just drew you in, even if you didn’t want it to.

“I live next door,” he explained casually, as if that would somehow make it okay for him to still be here, stalking around your backyard like a creep. That was the one thing he’d decided to leave out of his story but you weren’t an idiot.

He had to already be looking for you to find you here, hidden away in your smoking spot.

“So what? You were just looking for me? Waiting around my house until you found me somewhere where no one could see us making out?” you asked, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, your eyebrows slightly raised as you waited for him to explain.

You had caught him, but it took a second for him to realize that you were teasing him. Really, you didn’t even care what he was doing here. He’d come at the perfect time, helped you get over all the stress you’d been dealing with and you’d learned his name.

Without even bothering to explain further, Tate moved to sit next to you, maneuvering your legs over his lap so that he was even closer to you than before. It wasn’t entirely unwelcome, though you did feel the need to scoot over a bit at first, before deciding to stay put.

You had already kissed him, and would quite like to do it again, but with his body now resting a few inches from yours, you were getting anxious again. Thankfully, Tate could tell, gentle reaching out to take your hand in his own.

“I know your dad doesn’t like me, so I had to find a place to kiss you that wouldn’t get you in trouble” he winked, leaning down to capture your lips again, his words a total lie. Ben could have walked out right now, and it wouldn’t have phased him.

Tate had already decided that you two would be together, no matter what your dad thought of him.

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Dad

Tate Langdon x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1501 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Michael shows up at the house and wants to get to know his father but all he finds instead is a friend in his father’s girlfriend.

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You had been living in the murder house for years now, the sole living occupant but a single day was going to change all that.

There was a lot about the house you didn't sign up for as a first time young, homeowner but above all, were the ghosts. Spirits walked the halls alongside you, and shared every space you occupied, your favorite of them all was a man named Tate.

The word man was a bit of a stretch seeing as Tate couldn't be more than eighteen, but as far as you could tell, he'd been that way for quite some time.

Tate was a monster, and you accepted that, seeing the parts of him that were more than his sickness. He told you stories about his life before his death, and all the things that led him to where he was now...

You had to admit that the story was kind of insane. Especially the parts about his mother, and the way she was. You slowly learned what kind of person she was, having met her yourself but never would you have guessed just how deranged she managed to be.

It didn't surprise you that Tate had become what he was with that kind of guidance.

Constance was insane, you'd grown to know it more and more with each passing second. She'd been manipulative and controlling over Tate when he was a kid, and apparently had been doing the same thing with his son all this time.

The boy, you guessed, was named Michael by his grandmother, who raised him. Ben Harmon had told you a few stories about how he was conceived, and his birth, and all the things since then but no one really talked about it.

So, you didn't ask. As far as you knew, you would never meet him, and it wasn't worth your time to learn anything you could about a person you'd never meet.

Until one day, when there was a knock on the door.

You hurried to get it, obviously...being the only person alive in the home, and opened it to a smiling, strawberry-blonde boy with striking blue eyes.

"Hi, can I help you with something?" you asked, not recognizing him from around the neighborhood. You'd managed to meet every single one of your neighbors since you'd moved in, and this guy wasn't one of them.

You'd definitely remember those blue eyes if you had.

"Yeah, I was in the neighborhood and I was wondering if I could take a look inside...there's a lot of stories around here about the murder house" he explained.

You weren't shocked at this, in the time you'd been living there, many people had knocked on your door to get a look around. You'd never had a problem with it, mostly because you weren't a terribly private person.

~It would have been hard to be living in a house full of spirits.

"Sure, I don't mind" you allowed, opening the door a little wider. There was a tiny amount of small talk between you two, and it was about then that you realized you couldn't have been much older than him, maybe three or four years max.

The two of you walked through the entryway of the home, entertaining the idea of all the monster talked about in the lore. What you didn't tell him of course, was the total truth.

You couldn't exactly let him know that all the people he was talking about, actually lived there. You did however, tell him all of their stories, including their names and their pasts...it couldn't hurt.

There was nothing off about Michael, until you started talking about Tate. The story of your lover and how he became what he was, was one of your favorite to tell just because you knew it so well.

Michael however, started acting strangely as soon as you said his name. His face flashed pale white and a hush fell over him, shocking you. The boy had been so vocal before this moment, and now you were looking at a completely different person.

Then it hit you, as you stared at his face.

"What did you say your name was again?" You asked, your eyes studying him cautiously as you waited for him to answer. You could feel Tate's gaze on you from somewhere in the house, you'd gotten used to it but there was something going on here...something strange.

He didn't answer you at first, just staring all around the house as if looking for something he hadn't considered before before letting a single word out in a whisper.

"Michael"

The second you connected the dots, your mind was blown. In front of you in this moment, was the boy you never thought you would meet. Part of you wondered if he knew that Tate was here, if he was looking for him but you didn't ask.

Instead you excused yourself momentarily to go find Tate, who was definitely around here somewhere. You could always tell when he was letting his presence be known, and right now was one of those times.

You jumped ever so slightly when you turned the corner to the basement, catching a glimpse of Tate hidden behind the cover of the door. "What are you doing?" you whisper-yelled, grasping at your chest to try and steady your heart.

The fact that Tate was a dead school shooter didn't bother you but getting snuck up on wasn't ideal. Luckily, you moved on from it quickly in favor of a much more important topic.

His son.

"Did you see our guest?" you asked, already knowing the answer. You had no idea how to go about asking Tate what he thought or how he was feeling but you could see he wasn't happy.

That shocked you. If you had been in his position, having the opportunity to reunite with a child you hadn't seen in so long, you would have been ecstatic.

"That thing isn't my kid" he assured, a gruff finality in his tone. You didn't like his answer, but weren't willing to push it any further. Tate wasn't the kind of person to be pushed when he wasn't in the mood and something told you that this would just be too much for him to deal with at once.

Or so you thought...

You would have been willing to give Tate a few days to talk to his son, or even acknowledge him. Eventually he was bound to come around, right? He would have to want a relationship with his son at some point.

That hope didn't last very long though, because Michael had been around for days at this point, and Tate hadn't been around him once.

You didn't like it...even though Tate, the boys father, didn't seem to care one bit. He had to have known that it made you uncomfortable to see the two of them not interact at all but you didn't know the full history between them and no one was going to tell you.

So, you accepted the fact that the two men were never going to reconnect...even though it wasn't ideal as far as you were concerned. You wanted the pair of them to become close, except they wouldn't on their own.

Eventually, you'd had enough.

Michael was a teenager, and he'd never encountered a single person who loved him in all his life.

Perhaps it was the fact that you had grown up similarly that you cared about Michael. You always felt like a burden to your parents and society as a whole and you had sympathy for him.

Or perhaps it was the love you had for Tate even though he wasn't exactly an angel himself. It was a culmination of things but no matter what it could have been, one thing was for sure-you wanted to give Michael a home.

Not that Tate was on board at all.

"You will not have any interaction with that thing, under any circumstances" he spit, not even bothering to look at you from where he was standing. You had gotten used to Tate's dismissive personality but this was something you weren't willing to negotiate on.

Michael needed you and you weren't just going to turn your back on him just because Tate wanted you to. It wasn't who you were, and you wouldn't be able to do it in good conscience.

"That thing is your son Tate, you don't have to like it but I want to be there for him" you sighed, not even bothering to validate his feelings. He had a problem with his kid, but that didn't mean you had to also.

The whole concept didn't make much sense to Tate, mostly because he'd never thought about another person like that before you but he wasn't upset about it.

"Fine...but if he comes anywhere near me, he's out on the street" he huffed, the finality in his voice letting you know that the conversation was over for now.

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