SUMMARY: you knew that there was something wrong that's going to happen the moment zoe brought kyle back to his mother, so you took the matters into your own hands.
REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.
WARNINGS: no use of y/n, mentions of death (minor), reader is a witch, there are some inaccuracies, angst, hurt, comfort, and minor typographical errors.
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: i've been very busy this week, reason why i haven't posted any fics. but i have a free time now, so i'll try to post the other fics (mostly requests). to the one who requested this, i hope it's up to your standards. enjoy! :)
The garden at Miss Robichaux’s was quiet today, magnolia trees swaying gently as their petals floated to the earth like snow. You sat beneath one of them, fingers grazing the yellowing page of an old spellbook. You were always reading, always observing. The world moved fast around you, too loud and too careless, but you took your time. You listened and you learned.
You knew things. Things the others didn't and couldn't notice, like how Queenie tapped her foot when she was lying, or how Cordelia’s smile never quite reached her eyes anymore. You definitely knew that Zoe Benson had done something reckless, the energy around her had changed that night she and Madison came back from that frat party. There was a stillness to her now, like she was holding her breath, and it wasn't long before she confided in you.
“We brought someone back,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder as though the walls might be listening. “His name is Kyle. He died, and we used resurgence.”
Your heart dropped like a boulder in your chest. A resurrection spell—a dangerous and volatile magic. Forbidden unless under direct order of the Supreme, and even then, only if it was clean, but this wasn't. You already knew that without needing to ask, though you also knew Zoe wasn't strong enough to pull it off alone.
“He didn't deserve what happened to him,” she says, voice thin and trembling. “He was a good person.”
You believe her. That's the thing, Zoe never lies, not really. She just wants to fix things, and she thought bringing Kyle back would fix it. But you also know magic like that comes with a cost. You saw it in Kyle’s eyes the day she brought him back, there was nothing behind them.
Then Misty got involved, and you understood that too. She’s a wild soul—Misty, but she knows resurrection better than anyone. You could sense her magic clinging on Kyle like vines, but still, Misty couldn't restore what had been broken. Not entirely.
The broken pieces of a boy sewn back together like some patchwork doll. The only part of him that was truly him was his head, but the rest? It was a collage of other bodies. No wonder the soul had trouble finding peace, no wonder Kyle screamed more than he spoke. His body wasn't home anymore, it was a cage. He didn't speak, he grunted, sobbed, and lashed out. There were days he sat curled up in the greenhouse, rocking himself, murmuring things that didn't make any sense.
You would always watch him from afar. You wanted to help, but he flinched at everything that wasn't Zoe.
“I’m taking him back to his mother,” she whispered to you one day. “He needs someone, someone familiar.”
You stared at her like she had grown a second head. “You can’t do that, Zoe.”
You had seen the bruises on his spirit, and it’s not the kind magic could heal. The kind left by years of secrets, you saw the way his entire body locked up when Zoe mentioned his home.
“She loves him,” she insisted. “She’ll help.”
You didn't agree, but you didn't fight her. Instead, you just watched her go, and something in your chest wouldn't settle for that.
It was like an itch you couldn't scratch, a scream you couldn't let out. Days passed, and you decided to keep your mouth shut, hands busy. But the silence got louder, it clawed your insides, gnawed at your thoughts. Then one morning, you woke up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, and you knew—something was wrong. You didn't tell anyone, so you grabbed your keys and drove.
The Spencer house sat tucked in a sleepy New Orleans neighborhood, all peeling paint and dying hydrangeas, a hollow place. The front door was open, so you let yourself in. The house was quiet, not peaceful, but dead. There were dishes in the sink, a chair knocked over, and a picture frame shattered. The air also reeked of copped and rot and something else—something grief-stricken.
You heard it. A sob that is raw, broken, and animalistic. It led you down the hall, past family photos that made your skin crawl. Smiling faces, Kyle’s too, but younger and innocent, not yet touched by death or magic or cruelty. The sobbing got louder as you walked towards the sound, you then pushed the door, and there Kyle was—curled into himself on the bloodstained carpet, his finger torn and red. The wall behind him splattered with it, and his face wasn't just blood on him, it was grief.
You saw her mother slumped on the floor, lifeless. You didn't look at her long, you only saw Kyle. He didn't see you at first, he was trembling, rocking, chest heaving with ragged sobs. Every breath sounded like it hurt. When you moved towards him, his head snapped up, eyes wild and desperate.
Kyle didn't speak, he couldn't. But the look on his face broke your heart. You dropped to your knees beside him, not caring about the blood, not caring about anything except the boy that is in front of you.
“I’m here,” you said softly, reaching for him. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
He let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a sob and a scream, and then he collapsed against you. His arms wrapped around your waist, body shaking with silent horror. You held him tighter as the blood soaked into your shirt, you didn't flinch.
“It’s not your fault,” you whispered, over and over. “I know. I know.”
Because you did. You knew what she did to him, what his mother was. You could feel it in the walls of this place, the ghosts and shadows. You held him until he stopped shaking.
You quickly got to work. It was frantic, messy, and desperate. You didn't think, you just moved like a robot. Bleach, towels, garbage bags—you knew how to make things disappear. You have seen enough in this life to know what the world doesn't want to look at. By the time the sun began to set, you were done.
You stood in front of him, blood still under your nails, and offered your hand. “Come with me,” you said. “You don’t have to stay here, I’ll take care of you.”
Kyle’s eyes were wet, lost. But he took your hand.
Once you were both back, you brought him to your room, where it was quiet and safe. You set up a cot beside your bed, but when you turned around, Kyle was already curled on your comforter, clinging to your pillow like it was a lifeline.
You smiled softly. “Okay, you can stay there.”
You dimmed the lights and slipped in beside him, unsure of when the last time he’d had real sleep. In the quiet of the night, you felt his finger reach out for yours. He didn't speak, he didn't have to.
“I’ll protect you,” you whispered into the dark. “I know what it’s like to have a body that remembers pain, but we’ll unlearn it. Together.”
Kyle pressed his forehead to your shoulder, and for the first time, his breathing was steady. You didn't tell anyone that he’s back, at least not yet. Not until he was ready. You would teach him again—how to speak, write, and most importantly, how to live. Then, maybe in time, how to trust.
You were the quiet one, the one who knew everything, and now, you knew what love looked like in its rawest form—it is the broken boy that is in your bed right now.
You promise that you would never let him break again.
I. LOVE. your. Writing. Which is why I’m so glad you write for Evan Peters characters because my Evan phase has comeback full force. So if you’re motivated-
Tate Langdon x male reader who thinks Tate looks pretty when he cries. Honestly I can’t decide if angsty reader should be mean/manipulative towards him just to see him cry, or if Tate would be upset about something like his mom/violet did something and reader kisses his tears away and comforts him… So, whatever genre you feel like writing for🥲
“are you mad at me? i- i don’t know what i did, but whatever it is, i’m sorry,” tate said, sniffling softly as he stood in the doorway to your room.
it took everything you had to bite back the smile that threatened to grow on your face. there was this sick, sadistic pleasure you got from watching your boyfriend cry, especially when you were the reason behind his tears.
you sat up on your bed and looked over at him, opening your arms towards him to offer him comfort. tate walked over, his eyes red and puffy with tears streaming down his face, and he sat down beside you, burying himself in your embrace. you held him tightly and kissed the top of his head, trying to soothe the tears you had caused.
“of course i’m not mad at you, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s probably just all in your head, my love. okay? i could never be mad at you, you know that, don’t you?” you voice was soft, trying to calm him down as he sobbed in your embrace.
this had almost become a routine between the two of you by now. you would ignore him for a while, using his low self esteem and tendency to overthink against him, making him doubt how you felt towards him and to always assume you were upset. he would come to you crying, and you would open your arms to him and offer him comfort, manipulating him into thinking that all of his hurt was a figment of his imagination, and that you hadn’t been acting any differently towards him at all.
tate was so in love with you that he found himself believing you. no matter how many times you made him cry or how many times you manipulated him for your own twisted desires, he would always come crawling back to you for even the slightest promise of love and comfort that you offered him.
“don’t cry, my love. you’re alright. everything is just fine,” you whispered, kissing his cheek and holding him tighter, smiling when you felt him melt into your embrace.
he was nothing but your little toy. and he was too infatuated with you to even notice.
Characters: Kai Anderson, Lana Winters, Original Female Character
Summary: Kai went on an interview with Lana Winters after he was imprisoned only for her to unlock a portal from his past that he wanted buried and forgotten
Warnings: sexism, racism, slurs, slight schizophrenia, mention of death
A/N: I know, but I have a thing for awful people apparently, it has lots of touchy subjects so it might not be for everyone, nothing written reflects on my personal views so I felt like i needed to get that out in the open
Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart
A moment later, three jail guards walked in, escorting the man of the hour, he wore an orange prison suit, his hair was shaven, Lana recalled it was by choice as this was his hairstyle before prison, a change from his usual blue haired style, he was calm and even had a polite attitude, his aura though was unsettling, he was shackled as well, one of the guards shoved him gently on the chair across from Lana "Don't try anything Anderson" the guard said then took off his handcuffs, Kai fixed his attire, making himself slightly more presentable given the circumanstances "the man of the hour" Lana greeted him, she put on a polite yellow smile "Miss Winters, thank you for meeting me... I... uh... apologize for the attire, apparently formal chic isn't part of the prison's wardrobe collection" he cracked a joke, Lana gave him another smile "we're ready whenever you are" she told him, he grinned "I was born ready"
Lana gave her team an approving nod, they all took position "we're rolling in one... two..." the three wasn't verbal, it was a gesture that Lana was too familar with "A charismatic enigma, a millennial Machiavelli. Some might call him a cult leader, others… a visionary. But beneath the veneer of idealism lies a heart consumed by a very real, very dangerous hunger." she raised a knowing eyebrow at the camera then turned her attention to Kai "Kai Anderson, this interview... I've always envisioned it would go differently, perhaps one as you win presidential elections" she said, he laughed a little "well, you and I both Miss Winters, you and I both" he told her casually.
"What happened Kai? How did you turn from the man of the hour to a man in the orange?" she asked him, he let out a little scoff "A conspiring traitor is what happened" he snared "you are blaming Allie Mayfair-Richards for your choices?" he shook his head "No, I'm not blaming her for my choices, the choices I made were difficult but necessary, every leader knows what it's like to be in my shoes. I'm blaming her for conspiring against me, for pretending to care and believe in me, for lying to dethrone me... she came to me for help, you know? She wanted me to help her get her son back and what did I do? I helped her, and well, she stabbed me in the back" he said griefly "that must be nasty to experience" she said, he nodded "true, but you know... every experience is a lesson" , "I can see that lesson coming handy in prison as my resources inform me that you built yourself a nice group there" He nodded "yes, we... I see us as the underdogs, sticking together to protect each other, a family of brothers, if one bleeds the others do too"
"Is that what you've been searching for Kai? A family?" he smiled a little "don't we all search for a place where we belong? people to accept us regardless? protect us when needed?" he answered, from his tone, Lana could tell that this was a touchy subject, great, she needed to pry on that immediately "is that why you killed your brother and sister?" his smile dropped "Vincent had it coming, you know? He... he was going to turn me in and send me to an asylum, I'm not crazy, you know? I'm a man with a vision" he said defendingly "And Winter?" he went quiet for a moment, feeling the cameras zooming close to his remorseful expressions "she's the one person I truly miss, my plans for her were big..." that was the only comment he gave regarding his sister, Lana gave the signal for a break.
Kai looked like he was in distress, so far, none of the questions were in his favor, he had hoped that this intreview would be a spark, that if he showed a more humane side then perhaps a petition for his release would be signed, or that he would get some redemption for an appeal or even a parole. Then the team signaled for them to start rolling the cameras again "We're back with Kai Anderson and I do have a question for him that I'm sure every woman is asking" she said looking straight to the camera then turning to look at Kai "Kai... why do you hate women" Kai blinked at the question, finding it amusing "I don't hate women" he corrected "your actions speak a different story though" Lana insisted "Just because I believe that men and women are different doesn't mean I hate women, you see... this generation, this society has differed so much from its original principles and created a path that's so obsessed with equality rather than solving the thousands of issues that we're facing, and it's ridiculous, if you treat a woman like you would treat a woman normally then you're sexist and if you treat her like you would treat a man then you're sexist too" he said, playing it as a silly joke "is that what happened when you slapped Riley Michaels?" Lana asked "I was treating her like I would've treated a man, yet, she got offended, this whole... women are equal to men system is fragile. If she wanted equality instead of crying to her daddy about how the big bad man hit her, she should've just... slapped me back and moved on" he said it dismissively.
Lana raised an eyebrow at him, he wasn't trying to sound so redeemable now, no, he understood that this interview wasn't his salvation but a window to his soul, and he was getting sloppy, this was the perfect time "who is Avery Smith?" Lana blurted out of nowhere, watching Kai's world crumble before her eyes as he was shocked to hear the name "what?" he asked, his face looking pale "Avery Smith, my intells suggest that you knew a person of that name" he shook his head "no, no I didn't, don't... don't say her name" he said aggressively "why not?", "Don't bring her into this" he snapped, the guards immediately threatening to remove him from the scene as he was aggitated, Lana's team showed pictures of the girl, Avery on the screen next to Kai, he felt his heart beating fast, his grip on the chair's handles tightening "I said don't bring her into this!" he said, he got up and immediately smashed the screen before anyone could stop him, the guards instantly interviened and dragged him out of the room, cuffing him and apologizing to Lana Winters for their inability to continue the interview.
Lana turned to the camera "It seems we reached an end to the interview with former councilman, current prisoner Mr Kai Anderson, he did indeed show a color other than orange or blue, the color of a villain being exposed" the director said cut and they began to edit the episode.
Kai was escorted to his cell, the guards said something about him behaving himself better or whatever, but his brain was too occupied to function "who is Avery Smith?" the question kept repeating itself in his head, he struggled as he tried to push his thoughts away "man... you really blew it" he heard his hallucination saying "I know... fuck! You don't need to remind me!" he groaned "you ruined our one ticket out of this" the hallucination said again "shut up!" Kai said, he sat in a corner and hugged his legs, rocking back and forth, if anyone saw him like this they would think of him as the most pathetic thing ever "don't tell me to shut up" a familar voice said, he lifted his head up and saw her, just the way he remembers her, wearing her pink summer dress, jean jacket, high boots, the strands of blue hair in her natural blond hair, the smile, the sweet, innocent smile of hers "you can't be here, you're not real" he said frightened "I know... but your brain called for me so... here I'm" she replied sweetly, sitting next to him.
He hugged his legs again and hid his face "go... I don't want you to see me like this" he pleaded, she sighed "Kai, I've been watching you from up there, and let me tell you... this is the best I've seen in years... what happened?" she asked with a little frown "I... I don't know... I was just-" he paused "I'm trying to-" he paused again, as if all the excuses ran out of him, every lie he had told himself to justify his actions just disappeared "you were supposed to move on, live the life we've always dreamed of" she told him, he shook his head aggressively "no... no! You left! that's what everyone does! Everyone leaves me!" he said, his voice full of pain "I died Kai, I didn't abandon you" she corrected him "you died because I was weak and I couldn't protect you" he looked at her with tear-filled eyes "I died of a hit and run on my way to work" he nodded "if I wasn't... you should've been home, I'm the man! I should've been the one out there working, if I just did what I was supposed to do, that filthy illegal immegrate would've never hit you with his car!" Kai hissed "it wasn't his fault, you know that" , "I don't know anything anymore" he mumbled, choking back his tears "the car swirled due to slippery road, it wan't anything he's done" she continued, he said nothing.
"Remember when we were little? You always teased me for dying a few strands of my hair blue" she gave him a little nudge, he nodded "I died my hair blue... it helped me feel closer to you" she smiled "I know... I found it amusing" he couldn't help but laugh "hey... if I die... would I be... would I be reunited with you? With all of you?" he asked her, she shrugged "I don't really know baby, these things don't have a rules book, you know?" he nodded "but you can't die... you have more work to do and you definitely can't die here... I want you to live, I want you to live a happy long life, somewhere far away from here like we always talked about... have a wife, a few kids, do mundane things" she said sweetly, he shook his head "all of those disappeared with you, that's not the life I want for myself anymore... I just... I want this to be over", "the Kai I knew wasn't a quitter" she said softly "the Kai you knew was pathetic, he had dreams of an ordinary happy life that he would never get, he allowed himself to be abused by his crippled father, he allowed his mother to carry more than she should until she broke down and shot herself and her tormenter, he allowed Vincent to terrorize him and manipulate him and he failed to protect his little sister... the Kai you knew is long gone... if you see me now, you would weep" he said aggressively "I see you and I know he's in there somewhere this is the perfect chance for you to reconnect with him" Kai shook his head.
He opened his mouth to answer but before he could, he heard a voice that wasn't his, or hers, "You're okay Anderson?" the guard asked him suspeciously, Kai looked in his cell everywhere, she was gone, the sweet woman who was gonna be his everything was gone "yeah... I'm okay" he said faintly.
That night, Kai's dreams were filled of her, their dreams together, their memories, she was going to be the woman he marries, his savior, his entire world. If she lived, his entire life would've been different but she's gone, and he's stuck with this anger, this undeniable anger and need to punish the world for taking the one light he's ever had and known then rub it into his face, a reminder that he could never quit, not until everyone had a taste of his suffering, a determination to start his escape plan.
Warnings: smoking, swearing, probably ooc Violet because I just can't write characters right no matter how many times I've watched the show (so many), not edited, my shitty writing lol
A/N: Could be read as GN!reader as I don't believe there are any pronouns for the reader, I just made it fem as I imagined it being me
You had seen the scene. The scene caused by Leah and her little bitch pack’s attack on the new girl.
You had found the new girl quickly after the smoking incident. She was at her locker, getting her things before heading home. You wanted to introduce yourself and let her know that yes, Leah is always like that.
“Hey,” you said. She turned towards you, her mouth in a straight line, her left eyebrow twitching upward just slightly before falling again. You would have missed it if you weren’t so close to her.
“Don’t worry about Leah, she’s a huge bitch. It’s like since her grandma died she’s gone on an anti-smoking crusade. She’s pretty annoying about it”
You punctuated your statement with a role of your eyes. When your eyes lnaded back on her, she was looking at you with an undecipherable face.
“I’m y/n, by the way.” You said,hoping that’s why she was making that face.
“Violet.” She said, shutting her locker. Turning back to you, she asked, “She’s like that cause her grandmother died?”
Nodding, you replied, “Yeah. Though it’s not like it wasn’t her own fault. She had chain-smoked since she was like, 14. She basically brought it upon herself.”
She shook her head, making an unpleasant face. “I hate it here”
You lightly chuckled while nodding, “Trust me, I do too. This place is full of idiots.”
Violet continued. “I can’t even smoke here. My old school didn’t give a shit, and now there’s a bitch with a vigilante complex preventing me from doing so.”
The right side of your lips quirked up into a smirk. Titling your head, you said, “Well if you wanted to smoke you should’ve said so,” You nodded your head over your shoulder, “Come with me.”
You lead Violet out from the back of the school until you reached an old building.
“It’s an old wing,” You explained, looking over your should at her. “The schools moved a bit over the years, for whatever reason, but some parts of it are left. And it makes a great place to be free from Leah’s wrath when you wanna smoke.”
Entering the decrepit building, you held the door open for Violet as she walked in.
“Watch your step.” You warned.
You led her through the partial wing to the old bathroom. Reaching into a small hole where a brick was missing, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Looking back at Violet you shrugged
“In case my parents go through my stuff.”
You took a cigarette out of the pack before putting it back in the hole in the wall and lighting it, putting the lighter back too. Taking a drag, you offered it to Violet.
“So,” you began as she took a drag, “Where’d you move here from?”
“Boston.”
Your eyebrows rose in surprise. “Boston? And you moved here? Who does that”
She handed the cigarette back to you.
“I know. I miss it. The seasons actually changing, my old school, my old friends. The only thing I like about LA is our house.”
“Who in their right mind would move from Boston to L.A.?” You questioned, taking a drag before shaking your head.
Violet was silent for a moment, turning away. Looking back at you she revealed why.
“Dad had an affair. My mom caught him in the act, literally. And instead of separating they moved us across the country to pretend that they were okay. It’s a load of bullshit.”
Violet took the cigarette as you offered it, looking at her with an apologetic look on your face.
“Shit, that sucks, Vi, I’m sorry.” You didn’t catch the nickname that slipped from your mouth, but she did. It made her give a small smile, looking down for a moment so you couldn’t see it. Even though her parents called her that, it felt sweeter coming from you. She looked back up, shaking her head and giving you back the cigarette.
“It’s fine, I can’t really do anything about it but watch.”
Taking a drag, you opened your mouth to say something when Violet’s phone buzzed. She reached into her bag and grabbed it, reading the message before looking back to you.
“I gotta get home, sorry.”
Putting the cigarette out on the old brick, you hopped down from the counter you were sitting on.
“Don’t worry about it,” You paused for a second. “Wanna continue these secret smoke sessions? We’ll never have to worry about Leah.”
She gave you a small smile, agreeing. You grabbed your stuff and led her back to the main building to go back home.
“Bye Violet.” You said, the corner of your lips quirking up for a miniscule moment.
“Bye y/n.” She replied, that same small smile on her face, before turning and heading the opposite way.
⚠️Warnings: Sex, adult toys, masturbation, oral (both giving and receiving), just dirty subjects in general.
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)
Tate is very sweet after sex. He’s gentle, and focuses 100% on you. He’ll ask you many times over to make sure he didn’t hurt you, get cool towels to clean you up, and tuck you into bed with his arms wrapped tightly around you.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their partner’s.)
Tate is more romantic than most, although he does love your body, the feature that renders him completely speechless are your eyes. He loves the way you look at him, and will force you to make eye contact with him during sex for just that reason.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically.)
He doesn’t really like the mess. Tate would prefer to either cum inside you, or have you swallow it. Afterwards he gets tired and just wants to pass out with you, he wouldn’t enjoy cleaning up. Tate also loves the idea of part of him being with you, his cum inside you for the rest of the day.
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)
Tate is a TOTAL SWITCH. I’m not gunna argue about this one. Some nights he might be mad, taking it out on you in all sorts of ways, but others he would want nothing more than you to flat out use him. I’m sure this boy has a hidden mommy kink, and that’s something you two should explore together.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He hasn’t had sex too many times, but this kid knows what he’s doing. Because Tate gets so emotionally attached, he has a talent for knowing just how to please you. It’s a game to him, the fun is seeing how loud he can get you to scream.
F = Favorite position (This goes without saying.)
Classic missionary. I know, I know, but hear me out. The expression on your face, your eyes, the way your lips form with the little sounds you make, he wants to be able to see it all. His high comes from your pleasure.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Tate isn’t very humorous during sex. He might make a few jokes afterwards, but he takes your pleasure very seriously. If you don’t finish, it’s an insult to him and he feels horrible. Therefore, it’s no laughing matter.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Tate is dirty blonde, he keeps pretty well groomed since there isn’t much else to do once you‘re dead.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
Tate tries to be very romantic. He’s super possessive, and needs you to know just how much he constantly obsesses over you.
J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.)
Tate jacks off to you all the time. There’s not much else to do. It mainly occurs when you’re at school or not home, though occasionally when you have loads of homework and he isn’t able to coax you away from it. He would MUCH prefer proper sex with you instead.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.)
Tate would be down to try pretty much anything, but he loves breath play, latex (ofc), knives, dom/sub, and as I mentioned has a hidden mommy kink.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)
He can’t leave the house, so usually there. Although he has always had a fantasy about fucking you in a movie theater... maybe on Halloween. (This is in my prompt list, do not fret.)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.)
Literally anything. He’ll get horny just watching you randomly. He has a crazy high sex drive being as secluded as he is, so hopefully you’re willing to satisfy his needs.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.)
Hurt you. Like- ever. I mentioned the knife kink, but it would only be the risk factor. He would never intentionally cut you, and if he did he would never forgive himself.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves both, but he lives to please. Tate would much prefer to go down on you, and will drop everything whenever you want him to.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He starts off slow as hell. Almost annoyingly so. He’s just too concerned he will hurt you. After a minute or so and “I promise you won’t hurt me Tate, please go faster.” he’ll lose all control, pounding into you like a complete fucking animal.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Anytime. Literally anytime. You ask, he’ll fuck you then and there.
R = Risk (Do they take risks?)
Tate has a love-hate relationship with risk. It turns him on, but he’s also constantly worried he’ll hurt you. He loves the risk of being sexual in public however. He just can’t seem to keep his hands off you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He can’t last crazy long, but give him an hour and he’ll be begging for another round.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Tate doesn’t have much interest in toys. He would much rather pleasure you himself, with his own body.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.)
He loves to tease, but gives in too fast. Tate can’t stand your desperate cries and ends up giving you what you want a little sooner than planned.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Tate will moan. It’s just gunna happen. He is horrible at keeping them in. He will try to keep the volume down as much as possible, but you’ll still hear those beautiful sounds in your ear for sure.
W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character.)
Shower sex: He doesn’t like it! Water makes horrible lube and washes away anything else you would use. He refuses to hurt you.
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes.)
Tate is a normal size, around 5 inches. He is relatively thick, and fills you up as if he was made for you. Big enough to please, but not cause pain.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Constant. Seemingly at the worst times too. Company over? He’ll try to steal you away. Need to go to school? Tate will do everything in his power to keep you home just to fuck.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)
Tate loves falling asleep with you after sex, it’s like a ritual. If you want, he’ll offer to be the big spoon, but you both know his favorite spot is with your arms snug around him.
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a/n: i couldn’t decide if this was platonic or romantic so take it as you will.
cordelia x reader
tw// blood
The sun was setting as it always did. Just one of the many consistencies in y/n's life. Y/n lived a very routine life. She'd always been the type to follow a strict schedule. Scheduling her days to the T, to ensure nothing unexpected happened to her. No accidents, no arguments, nothing out of the ordinary. Today was like every other day. She woke up to the sound of her alarm. Made her way through the academy swiftly. Snagging her breakfast and eating quickly, before heading to her classroom to prepare for her lessons for the day. Each class went as it normally did. She'd been working at the academy for about three months now and was just starting to get into this new routine. Y/n knew Myrtle Snow pretty well through her mother and when Cordelia expressed an interest in hiring some other teachers, the older witch was quick to recommend Y/n. Cordelia had been more than open to the idea especially considering Y/n received such high praise from her pseudo-mother. So when it came time for the interview both of the women seemed to hit it off. Y/n started working immediately and has been doing so ever since.
After her classes, Y/n normally busied herself with preparing for her next lessons. And after all of those were handled she stayed in her classroom or bedroom until dinner time. Since she was still technically the "new witch in school" she tried to keep to herself. It wasn't that she disliked the other witches in the house, she just preferred the quiet over the rowdiness that sometimes took place in the academy. And today was just like any other day. She was watching the sun set as she always did and waiting to hear the stampede of feet heading toward the kitchen. After a few minutes she made her way down the stairs settling into a seat closer to the younger girls and let her attention roam over the faces in the room.
Although she kept to herself she observed a lot of behavior amongst the academy occupants. She'd begun noticing and associating people with things. So when the usual dinner chatter ensued she couldn't help but notice the difference in sound. She turned her head to the head of the table and found herself frowning when she noticed the supreme was no where in sight. cordelia was always at dinner, she always made it a point to have every meal with the girls to ensure they remained a coven of sister witches. she never wanted them to feel like she was unavailable or too busy for them so every meal she sat at the head of the table, with a gentle smile and a voice of reason when necessary.
Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Y/n finished her dinner as usual and once people started dispersing she made her leave to look for the Supreme. She wasn't entirely sure why she felt like she needed to find her, like she needed to set her eyes on the woman to ensure she was fine but there she was trekking through the various halls of the academy in search of the blonde. She knew Cordelia frequented the greenhouse, her office, and her bedroom. She wanted to try all of those places but didn't want to make it obvious she was looking for her to the other girls, so she roamed a bit with a trained eye. She past her bedroom, her office, and finally circled back to the kitchen that had cleared out by now to head out to the greenhouse.
As soon as she stepped outside of the academy and closer to the greenhouse she felt an energy she hadn't felt before. It wasn't a sign of danger or caution, which lead her to continue on her way but as she lay her hand on the door of the house of plants she felt it at its strongest. A calling, a drawing, that beckoned her near. She pushed the door open tentatively and let her eyes roam the dim workspace. Just as she was about to turn and leave her eyes caught a glimpse of the familiar halo of blonde hair situated in a rocking chair in the corner. She watched quietly as the supreme rocked slowly with her eyes closed. Y/n felt as if she was intruding and wanted so desperately to turn and head back to the house, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own as she found herself planted in front of the Supreme.
The shadow seemed to wake Cordelia from her trance as her eyes flew open and met the younger woman's in surprise. "Oh, Y/n. I didn't hear you come in. Is everything okay?"
Y/n's eyes fell from the brown orbs and focused on the floor timidly, "you weren't at dinner, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."
Cordelia's features softened and she smiled in appreciation, "That's very sweet, I'm okay. Just needed some time alone is all."
Y/n nodded in understanding preparing herself to leave the supreme alone, but again she felt that nagging feeling. She looked back at the supreme sheepishly before muttering, "do you mind if i stay here a while? i won't say anything, you won't even realize i'm here."
"That's no problem honey, i could use the company. You wanna help me finish up some prep for my lessons tomorrow while you're here?" Cordelia asked rising from the rocking chair.
"Of course, lead the way boss." y/n replied causing cordelia to chuckle. they went over to the work bench and worked together quietly. They moved almost in sync as they handed jars of herbs back and forth. it wasn't until Y/n hissed in pain that the supreme paused her actions. her eyes went to y/n's frantically reaching for her wrist.
"oh honey let me see." cordelia coaxed as she brought y/n's injured finger up to her eyeline. "oh i should've told you, those gardening scissors can give you some trouble. don't move let me get something to take care of that." she said before rushing over to the shelf of pastes she kept in case there was any injuries in the academy.
y/n's eyes remained on her hand as the red liquid rushed down her hand. she'd never been a big fan of blood and as she waited she felt the panic rising. Her vision started to blur a bit and she was quick to reach for the table to stable herself a bit. She could hear cordelia rummaging through shelves and jars for whatever she was looking for, but the longer she looked the more y/n panicked.
"uh cordelia?" she called out weakly.
"just one second sweetheart, i just gotta find a bandage." she called back distractedly.
her vision was gradually becoming blurrier and blurrier as she stood waiting for the supreme to return. her legs felt like jelly as she struggled to take her eyes off of the red river. and just when she thought she couldn't hold herself up any longer, there was cordelia. as if being able to sense y/n's impending fall, her hands made their way around her waist to support her. she had all of her ingredients stuffed between their bodies as she grabbed the younger woman and moved her to a stool on the other side of the work station.
"woah there," she whispered softly as all of y/n's weight was transferred onto her body. "let's sit you down. you're looking a little pale. are you okay?" she asked as soon as she had y/n's body sandwiched between her own and the work table.
"i just have a little thing with blood." y/n said nonchalantly as she closed her eyes to stop the spinning in her head.
"oh sweetheart..." cordelia started with a chastising lilt to her voice. "why didn't you tell me that?"
y/n shrugged with her eyes still closed. with her eyes closed she missed the tweak of cordelia's lips as she watched the usually composed teacher slip deeper and deeper into calm. "well alright hold still, i'll clean this up for you and you'll be good as new." y/n nodded and kept her eyes closed as the supreme cleaned her wound. she kept her eyes closed for as long as she thought the blood was still visible, and when she felt cordelia wrapping the bandage around her finger she finally peaked an eye open to watch her work. the blonde wrapped the bandage around her finger like it was a piece of china being shipped out across the world.
"you're really good at this." y/n mumbled almost involuntarily as cordelia finished.
"well i've had a bit of practice. the girls are rather clumsy." cordelia smiled a bit.
"no not this." y/n said gesturing to her now blood-stained finger. "you are good at this. but i mean being the supreme. you're really good at it."
cordelia's cheeks heated as y/n clarified what she meant. she bowed her head trying to hide the blush. "well thank you, that's very sweet."
y/n watched the supreme and could tell she didn't really believe her and normally she'd just let it go, but something within her wanted her to know she meant it. "i know i've only been here three months, but i've been aware of your greatness long before i got here."
at this cordelia looked up a bit confused, "what do you mean?" she asked skeptically.
"as you know, my mother and myrtle were very close. and as i grew up she always told me stories of this young girl myrtle had taken under her wing. always recounting the amazing new things she learned. and how quickly she was coming a promising witch. fit to be the supreme." y/n said with a smile. she watched as cordelia's cheeks reddened at the praise before continuing. "there was never a witch as great as the girl myrtle was bringing up. my mom could never remember your name, but your praises she always sang. i used to think, if she thinks she's so great why doesn't she raise her then. but being here, learning under you, experienced you, and everything you are. she was right to praise she like she did. you deserve all the praise and more."
cordelia gawked at the woman with tears brimming her eyes. she'd never really saw herself as worthy of anything remotely close to what y/n described. she never saw herself that way and to know someone else did was a bit overwhelming. y/n brought her eyes back up to the supreme seeing her reaction. the woman moved toward her with a soft smile and pulled her into her arms. cordelia froze briefly before slowly allowing herself to give in to the comfort.
"i know you don't see yourself that way, but so many people do. so many of these girls look up to you. they see you for who you are, the best supreme there's ever been." y/n pulled away holding the older woman at arms length by her shoulders. she looked directly into her eyes with the most sincere look she could muster in that intimate moment. "if it could i would kiss away all your scars. all the memories that bring you pain. all the things that keep you from seeing you for you. i would. i would take it all away. but i can't." y/n ended with a grin. "but when they start creeping up on you again. even if it's slightly. remember. be you. no one else can. and you are as good as they come."
y/n placed her hand against cordelia's cheek wiping the single tear that seemed to fall from her lash. she smiled on last time before releasing the supreme. "thank you for this." she waved her bandaged finger in the air and exited the green house with a wave leaving cordelia to her raging heart. thumping heavily behind her rib cage.
what it would be like if you and xavier had a crush on each other
i LOVE xavier okay. he is 100% my comfort character. so i thought i would make this headcanon <3 hope someone out there enjoys! also i absolutely hate the word crush i dunno why it makes me feel so childish to use it LMAO. (also 2 headcanons in one day??? oops)
okay, you would notice xavier first at the aerobics studio and would end up signing up for his class as a way to get to know him. lucky for you, you also caught his eye.
he would 100% stare and check you out during his class. you’d catch him doing it (and he would also catch you doing the same).
if you played hard to get, he would definitely become almost desperate to get your attention. his friends would also totally make fun of him for this. if you didn’t play hard to get, you two would probably flirt a ton and all of his friends would make jokes about how the two of you should “fuck already” to break the sexual tension.
once the two of you formed a small friendship, he would start to invite you out with him and his friends. you’d decline the first few times but eventually you would give in.
you’d get along well with his friends, which would make him more attracted to you. after hanging out with him and his friends a few times, you’d start to have more than just a physical attraction to xavier.
sometimes he’d drive you home after a hangout once you got more comfortable with him.
you two would show each other a different side of yourselves. you and xavier would occasionally show the other a more vulnerable side or just a side you never showed anyone else—xavier especially, he was more comfortable being his true self with you than anyone else.
i feel like he’d definitely try to show off for you during his aerobic classes i dunno i just get that vibe. like even when y’all did become friends, he would still show off.
xavier is also upfront about things so eventually he would probably flat out admit to having a crush on you after flirting with you for a little while and noticing that you flirt back. he’d ask you out afterwards and, obviously, you would say yes.
basically it would be a lot of mutual pining and sexual tension until xavier would finally speak up because you’re too shy to. then y’all would be a power couple idc.
