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Tate Langdon x fem reader drabble
Lithium, Valium, Prozac—Tate had it all. A stash tucked neatly under his bed, nestled among various other items he refused to name—for legal purposes, of course.
He hated therapy. He hated how his mind worked. He hated how you stuck beside him, how you loved him through it all. He was such a mess, and yet, you loved him. You loved him unconditionally.
"You can’t keep skipping your meds," you murmured softly, reaching for the bottle on his scattered desk, surrounded by old scribbled notes and drawings.
You glanced at him. His eyes widened slightly, blinking in slow, drawn-out motions. He was tired—you could see it in the heaviness of his gaze, the way his shoulders sagged. It made you ache to curl up beside him, to wrap yourself around his chaos and make it quieter somehow.
"Please, baby, take them," you said, your voice gentle, as you picked up the glass from his nightstand, the single pill cradled in your palm.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing under your watchful eyes. His brown eyes still hadn’t left yours, even as he reluctantly took the pill from your hand. His fingers brushed yours, a fleeting connection in the quiet room.
"You put up with me," he whispered, voice thick with embarrassment, his gaze faltering for the first time. You brought your finger up to his chin, lifting his head gently, your poor, sensitive boy. "Don’t talk like that, okay?"
If only it were that easy, he told himself. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head against your chest.
"You love me?" he asked softly, his voice muffled against your chest. Your heart ached at the question, fragile and uncertain, like he couldn't quite believe it. You brushed your fingers through his hair, leaning down just enough so your words wrapped around him as gently as your arms.
"Of course I do," you whispered, your voice steady, warm. "I always have."
His arms tightened around your waist, holding you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. He didn’t speak, just pressed his face deeper into you, his breath warm and uneven against your skin, a silent confession of everything he couldn’t say.
You could feel it—the slow collapse of his defenses, each brick falling away in the safety of your embrace. Letting you in wasn’t easy for him; it never had been. Love, to him, had always come with conditions, sharp edges, and unspoken expectations. But here, in this moment, you gave without asking, and it unraveled him.
"I don’t deserve you," he mumbled, the words breaking as they left his lips. His voice carried the weight of self-doubt, heavy and aching.
"Don’t say that," you whispered, your hands moving in slow, soothing circles on his back. “You deserve every bit of love I give you. Every bit. Always.”
He didn’t respond right away, just stayed there, wrapped around you, as if trying to memorize how it felt to be held like this. To be cared for without question, without conditions.
For a fleeting moment, the chaos within him stilled, replaced by something softer. Something he didn’t know how to name but clung to like it was the only thing that could save him.
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i do not care if its basic i will always be in love with tate langdon. hes literally everything i find attractive in a man. hes dead, a school shooter, blonde, mentally unwell, devoted, likes nirvana. if i cld have any fictional man itd be tate langdon
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we listen and we don’t judge with all the ahs evan characters when??
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Peter Maximoff boyfriend headcanons SFW
- This man is super whipped for you and he is not a people pleaser but he hates seeing you not happy so this man will do everything for you just to have you happy
- Never ask him to cook, he will burn the house down but he will never admit it, he will go to your favourite place, order take out then put it on one of his plates acting like he cooked and plated it
- If you don't meet him in high school good luck trying to find any old pictures of himself, he will hide them all because he had a few phases in high school he's too embarrassed to show you ever. You will have better luck asking his mom for old pictures
- He lends out clothing like crazy to you, you need a shirt? He has a massive collection of band shirts. Do you need pants? The drawer is open for the picking for you. You may have to convince him to give up his prized jacket and goggles but once he sees you in it, it won't be very hard convincing him afterwards
- He loves it when you run his fingers through his hair, he just melts and has a goofy whipped smile on his face
- He will never tell you but if you ever see a claw machine and want one of the plushies, he will lead you away from the machine before making a disappearing act. One crime later and he has the plush, telling you that he is just the boss at claw machines (Total lie, he just grabbed the keys from a worker and opened the thing.)
- Understand this if you like something he will do research on it in the blink of the eye to show how much he cares about what you like. It can get a bit scary though when he knows more about your interest than you
- He had a calendar with any important information about you and he keeps track of stuff for you if you ask. Especially when he's older, despite him getting distracted easily he writes everything down because he's also forgetful
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all i do is listen to lana del rey, watch the office, and yap to luke cooper on c.ai
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studying for my final tomorrow AND watching mother, may i? at the same time. yeah, i would say my priorities are perfectly in line rn.
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christmas cookies | kai anderson
CHRISTMAS ADVENT — DAY TWO
・❥・summary: you persuade pre!cult kai to bake christmas cookies with you.・❥・warnings: theres one sexist comment from kai because he's kai. kissing. female reader.・❥・word count: 1.4k・❥・authors note: this is pre!cult kai because hes just a soft, lost boy.
“I’m dragging you out of the basement tomorrow,” you said, laying back on your bed with your phone pressed to your ear. Late night phone calls with your best friend Kai Anderson were a nightly routine by now. They’d never usually end until one of you fell asleep — usually you because Kai could pull all nighters. Maybe it was the adderall that kept him up but he could go a whole twenty-four hours without sleep sometimes. There had been so many times you’d lectured him on his sleeping pattern, telling him how unhealthy it was for him but did he listen? Nope. Kai did whatever Kai wanted. As much as he appreciated your concern, sleep wasn’t important to him in the slightest.
A groan rumbled through the other end of the phone. “Why? We can just hang out down here, I can show you how riled up this dude got at me on Reddit…”
“No, it’s Christmas time, Kai. You’re getting your ass out of the basement and baking cookies with me whether you like it or not,” your voice was stern making sure he knew you weren’t taking no for an answer.
“The kitchen is the place for women, not men.”
“Excuse me?!”
At your tone, Kai instantly grimaced. “I didn’t mean that… I just mean…” Yeah, there was no way he could get out of this one so he had to relent. With a sigh, he caved. “Fine, we’ll bake cookies or whatever.”
“Yay! Don't think I'm letting you forget about that sexist comment either.” Although you were happy about the fact that he’d agreed to do this silly little Christmas tradition with you, the bitterness at his comment sat at the back of your mind. He’d been saying things like that more and more lately. The only reason you could think of was Reddit. He spent so much of his time on that website these days, of course he was learning bad habits from all the incels that spent their days posting bullshit.
“I…I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean it.” It wasn’t often Kai fumbled over his words but hearing the annoyance in your voice made him instantly regret it. He might be a jerk sometimes but he never wanted to upset you.
There was a part of you that really believed he meant that but the logical part of you knew to doubt it. You didn’t press it, though. There was no point in arguing. It was supposed to be the happiest time of the year.
It was like he was on his best behaviour when you showed up at his house the next day. Shockingly, he answered the door. Usually his sister Winter did because he refused to get out of the basement but there he was in a comfy grey sweater, brown hair as fluffy as always. There was no denying that Kai was handsome. Hell, you’d go as far as saying he was the most handsome guy you’d ever laid eyes on. Those dark brown eyes, the beautiful smile he only reserved for you? Yeah, it was a miracle you ever did anything but stare at him. But, he was your best friend. Despite the undercurrent of sexual tension that always lingered between you, it had never been acted on. There had been moments where you’d come close to hooking up but something always interrupted or one of you came to your senses, deciding not to ruin the friendship. Sometimes you really wished one of you would ruin it, though.
As you laid the ingredients out on the kitchen counter, Kai moved behind you, his chest brushing against your back. Keep it together, you thought. He was only moving past you to get to his phone so he could get some Christmas music playing to set the festive mood. He wasn’t really one for holidays but he knew Christmas was your favourite time of the year. On his way back past you, he set the oven on to get it preheated. He peered his head over your shoulder, the heat of his body radiating against yours from behind.
“You know, you could help,” you tilted your head to look at him.
“I could but you seem to be doing a pretty good job all by yourself,” his voice was right beside your ear. He knew exactly what he was doing and you did, too. This was definitely a distraction so you wouldn’t chew him out for his comment last night. Unfortunately, it was working because all you could think about now was your best friend’s body pressing against yours.
Finally, Kai moved to stand beside you, helping you as you put all the ingredients together in the bowl. Really, you should've seen his next move coming but as you rolled out the dough, pressing the shapes into it and placing them on a baking tray, Kai decided that was the perfect time to flick flour in your face. It took you by surprise, almost stumbling back a little but Kai grabbed your wrist. There’d be no accidents in his kitchen especially not if they involved you. Anyone else he didn’t care about - maybe besides Winter - but you were the most important person in his life. While he was around no harm would ever come to you.
“Idiot,” you grumbled despite the corners of your lips threatening to tug up into a smile.
“I’m not the one who nearly got knocked to the floor by flour now, am I?”
“That was your fault.”
Kai only snickered. His hand moved to grab more flour but you were quicker, hand diving into the bag and throwing a handful at him. Oh, it was so on now. Seeing the gleam in his eye, you made a run for it as he grabbed more of the powdery substance. Unfortunately for you, Kai was faster and managed to grab you from behind, his strong arm getting a grip around your waist while his other rubbed the flour directly in your face. Laughter from both of you filled the kitchen as you struggled to get out of his grasp but he wasn’t having it. Instead, he picked you up, placing you on the kitchen counter and stepping between your legs.
“You’ve got flour all over your face,” he commented as his hands slowly slid up your thighs to find your hips. Suddenly, the tension in the room could be cut by a knife. His eyes darted down to your flour coated lips. Was this finally the moment? Was he actually going to do it this time?
“Maybe you should clean me up then,” your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah, maybe I should.” His thumb brushed against your lower lip, wiping away some of the flour. The soft palm of his hand cupped your cheek, his eyes flitting from your lips to your eyes once again like he was in an internal war with himself. The quickening of your breath as you waited in anticipation gave him the courage he sorely needed to finally throw all caution to the wind. His lips met yours for the first time. He tasted of cheetos and mountain dew – not an ideal combination but it was so perfectly Kai that you didn’t care. It took no time at all for the kiss to deepen – this was years of pent up sexual tension finally getting the release it had been waiting for. His tongue slipped past your lips, tangling with yours. It had started off slow, almost cautious but now? It was messy, hungry like neither of you could get enough of each other. Your body hummed, hands sliding up to rest on his chest, grasping handfuls of the soft sweater he was wearing to pull him closer.
Kai was the first to pull away. For once, no words came to him. It was like he was in a haze as he took in your flushed appearance. His ego swelled knowing he was the one to get you in that state. God, he could kiss you all day. If that’s what he’d been missing out on all these years then he was an idiot. There was a lot of lost time to make up for. You glanced at the unbaked cookies laying on the counter once you’d finally tore your eyes away from Kai.
“What about the cookies?” You asked almost breathlessly.
“I don’t give a damn about the cookies. I have a better Christmas snack sat in front of me right now,” he spoke low as his hand trailed down your side to slip under your shirt.
“Cheesiest thing you could’ve ever said to me.”
“Shutup,” he rolled his eyes, his lips finding yours yet again. The cookies long forgotten about.
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