tate

* includes smut

Updated 1/17/21

American Horror Story

Why did you leave me? — Kai finally asks you why you left him all that time ago.

Were you ever going to tell me? — Tate finds the pregnancy test you tried so hard to hide.

We have a problem.. - You find out you’re pregnant with James child.

Series

Beautifully Insane-

Summary: Kyle never got onto the bus, he was seconds away from getting on before it suddenly sped off with you in it. He watched as the bus flipped over, and panicked knowing you were in there.

Warnings: mentions of r!pe, swearing, angst.

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“Y/N just go! I’ll be in there in a second I gotta make sure that girl is okay.”

Kyle wasn’t thinking as he spoke, but you warily got onto the bus knowing very well what the guys had done. It scared you, and you sat quietly in your seat as they argued, paying no mind to you. You watched as they kicked the driver off the bus, speeding off without your boyfriend, and cussing and yelling as they knew they were caught.

You worried as you sat chewing on your nails, wanting nothing more than for Kyle to be beside you, but he wasn’t. Your next thoughts were faded as you felt the bus lift and then, felt nothing at all.

Kyle watched as the bus flipped over with you in it, he didn’t care about anyone else on the bus, only you. He saw two girls standing behind him, both blonde, and he knew they were the ones who were traumatized tonight. They cried as the bus flipped, but both for different reasons. He then turned his attention from them, to the now smoking bus, and ran over to it as people surrounded it, calling 9-1-1.

“Y/N!” He screamed, hoping for a response back, but nothing. He started wailing, people looking at him sympathetically, but he didn’t pay them any mind, you were gone, and you weren’t coming back.

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You opened your eyes, the feeling of numbness spreading throughout your body as you looked around your surroundings. A blonde curly haired woman was dancing around to a song you never heard before, and as much as you wanted to speak out and ask her to turn the volume down, you were unable to, and it scared you shitless.

The blonde haired woman heard you grunt, watching as you silently began to freak out. “Darling, don’t be scared.” You looked up at her tears eyed, stroking your throat as you looked at her pleadingly. “Unfortunately I wasn’t able to help you out with your voice, the best I could do was fix your scars after those witches brought you back.”

Time went on and you began to spend more time with the woman you knew as Misty. She tried her best to bring your voice back, but was unable to due to her lack of gifts. However, she knew of a supreme who had owed her a favor, which guaranteed your voice back.

Now a month later, you were freely speaking, and even became great friends with the young witches who saved you. And now that you were able to do whatever you wanted without seeming zombie-like, you decided to finally see Kyle.

Kyle had completely lost it when your death was confirmed. He sobbed for days on end until there were no tears left to cry. He constantly blamed himself for allowing you to get on the bus after knowing what his frat brothers did to an innocent girl, but with the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he wasn’t thinking straight, which lead to a bad decision.

When he heard a knock on his door, he numbly walked up to it, ready to spew out a lie to make the person go away. But when he saw your smiling face, he broke down crying. “Y/n? Is that really you?” You smiled once more, “It’s me, Kyle. I’m home.”

He grabbed ahold of you and held you tightly, sobbing into your shoulder. “I never thought I’d see you again. They said you were dead!”

You pulled back, your face serious. “I was dead. And I know this sounds crazy but it makes sense once you start thinking about it, two witches saved me, they knew I meant a great deal to you, so they put my body back together and brought me back to life. But it took a couple months for me to get my voice back, thankfully a different witch helped me with that.”

Kyle stared at you in awe, and mostly shock, unable to believe you were really standing in front of him. “I missed you so much.”

Part 2

Warnings: none

It’d been a week since you encountered Tate. You had no idea if it had actually happened, or if it was just a dream you had once you passed out. Your parents didn’t seem to hear you scream, so you told yourself it was all just a dream. But you knew it wasn’t, you knew what you heard, and you knew what you saw. Ghosts were real, and this damn house was full of them.

“Mom, I’m telling you he was right in front of me, he spoke to me!”

Your mother glanced at you, a small smile on her lips. “So you admit it? Ghosts are real?” You rolled your eyes. “If I say yes will you investigate?” The woman nodded her head, passing you your plate full of eggs. “Hurry up and eat that, you have school, sweet pea.”

You groaned at the thought of going to your new school. You had looked up the reviews of Westfield, and of course, it had to be one of the shittiest schools in California.

Grabbing your book bag, you walked out the door of your home, and headed towards your car. When you looked up towards the house, you saw the blonde haired boy who had spoken to you the day before, and immediately you started the engine, not giving him another glance.

The school day dragged on, it was the typical first day for a new student, and it exhausted you to no end. As soon as you got home, you headed up to your room for a much needed nap.

“You’re not like any of the others.”

His voice caused you to jump, you were almost pulled into your slumber until he spoke out. Sitting up, you saw him in the corner of your room, looking out your window. “W-Who are you again?”

He smirked, his sad looking eyes meeting yours. “Tate. And you’re y/n.”

You nodded.

“You know, your parents aren’t exactly the smartest thinking anything good will come out of moving here.” You shrugged. “Nobody said ghost hunters were smart, they’re just curious.”

Tate maintained eye contact with you until you finally laid back down. “If you’re gonna kill me, please just get it over with. Preferably while I’m asleep, so if you could just wait a few minutes you can take your time.”

The boy laughed, his eyes wrinkling as he did so, causing your heart to skip a beat. “I don’t want to kill you. I just want your company.”

You rose an eyebrow. “But you don’t even know me.”

part 1

summary: after months of being stuck at the asylum, a new man shows up, and you find it hard to stop falling.

Warnings: none.

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It’d been months since you’ve been locked in this hell hole. You were close to losing your mind, but you didn’t want to give Sister Jude the satisfaction. You wished desperately to be at home with your parents and younger siblings, to hug them and tell them how much you loved them. But even if you did manage to escape, you knew you would never be welcomed with opened arms, you were dead to them.

It was boring around the asylum. You occasionally spoke with your mentally ill friends, but once the insanity kicked in, you were alone once again, staring out the window in peace.

This time however, you noticed a blonde haired man walk in with two guards on each side. You’d heard about him, the killer. But he didn’t look to be a killer, he looked innocent, and frightened. But you knew that meant nothing,

“This seat taken?” His voice was like music to your ears. As you looked up towards the man, you noticed his kind, hopeful eyes. You gave him a tight lipped smile, patting the seat, but moving away from him to give yourself space.

You continued to look out the window, leaning your left cheek against your arm as you watched birds scatter from their nest. The man watched you, and you knew it too, but you didn’t mind. He should at least know that there was one person there that wouldn’t rip his eyes out for staring. “Why are you here?”

You looked up to his curious eyes, the question coming out quieter than you expected. “My boyfriend murdered my brother, and blamed it on me.” You spoke sadly. The man knew the feeling, to be blamed for something you didn’t do.

“Everyone here thinks i’m that killer.. they think I murdered my wife.” You looked at him, gently touching his arm for comfort. “They all think something, they just don’t think that others can be responsible for something so cruel.”

The man looked at you, a small smile on his lips. “I’m Kit Walker, by the way.”

You smiled. “Y/n L/n.”

Part 1

Summary: Your ghost hunter parents force you to move into the murder house with them in hopes of being able to talk to the spirits of the house. However, one spirit in particular makes the move worthwhile.

Warnings: none.

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“You seriously made me move to this dump, and for what? To talk to dead people about the glorious life they lived before they were murdered here?” You sighed, bringing a box upstairs to your room as you ranted aloud, not caring if your parents heard you or not. “Hey, Y/N, let’s move to a scary place where more than ten people were murdered, and while we’re at it, let’s piss the spirits off with questions that may be triggering, but let’s pray for the best and hope we make it out alive.”

Your mother chuckled at your overdramatic words as she passed you going up the stairs, her smile bright, as if she wasn’t intimidated by the spooky tension around the house, as if she was fearless. “Y/N, you know the team needs this, and besides, this house is beautiful, and incredibly cheap. We wouldn’t have forced you to move here if we didn’t think it was a bad idea.”

“You’re forgetting the part where more than ten people died here.”

Once again, your mother chuckled, patting your shoulder gently as you reached for another box. “Death is natural, honey.”

You rolled your eyes, bringing your last and final box upstairs to your room. Once you closed the door behind you, you looked around your new room, furniture placed randomly, and boxes waiting to be unpacked. But you didn’t unpack, instead you moved to your bed and lied down, staring up at the ceiling, a calm feeling wavering over you.

“Someone kill me and get it over with.”

“That can be arranged.”

You snapped up, your head turning every which way, searching for the random voice that spoke right after you. Not finding anyone, you pulled your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them as you took deep breaths to calm your anxiety.

“I was only joking.”

There they were. The voice that spoke twice now, sat next to you on your bed. You wanted to scream, but you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere, so you stayed silent, and stared at the gorgeous blonde beside you, watching as lips formed into a smile.

“Hi, I’m Tate, i’m dead, wanna hookup?”

Then, you screamed.

We have a problem.. | James March

Summary: After weeks of constant morning sickness, and chest pains, you find out the problem. A child in your stomach, and the only possible way it could be, was the man in bed next to you every night.

Warnings: angst, swearing

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Liz Taylor had been there when you found out. Smiling softly at you as you nodded your head to confirm that the test came out to be positive. She knew this was something you had hoped, and prayed for, despite how impossible it was. But you were far too comfortable with the impossible, which made it easy to accept the pregnancy.

With this impossible pregnancy, came concerns. The father of your child was far from alive, he was barely even there, but yet he was there, and the child in your stomach confirmed it. With these concerns in mind, you went on the hunt to find the one person who could tell you what to expect from this pregnancy, and if in the long run, it would be worth proceeding with.

Marie Leveau was shocked to see your innocent eyes on her doorstep. Your eyes were brimmed with tears, and there was a certain glow to you that she grew to admire. But the look on your face changed her perspective, and she got directly into business.

“Miss. March. what a wonderful surprise.”

“Marie.” You sobbed. “I’m pregnant. I-I know it sounds impossible due to James’... presence, but I swear, I even went to the doctors early this morning to confirm it!” The woman stared at you, confusion on her face as her hand neared your stomach. “The child is eager, I can feel it.”

You glanced down at your seemingly flat stomach, only to see it poke out just a tad, confusing you even more. “Please, tell me what to expect from this. Will my child be healthy?”

Marie did what she knew best, she used her power of Voodoo.

A sigh of disappointment and slight heartbreak caused you to look up at her, fear of what was to come stilling your body. “Well?”

“Y/n, I’m afraid that child of yours.. they don’t have a heartbreat.” You froze. “But,” you stared at her. “The child, like it’s father, knows their way around.” The woman stared at you, and you felt a small smile make its way onto your face.

“However.” You rolled your eyes. “They do feel very protective of you, and any danger that comes near you, will deal with the wrath of your child.”

You smiled, content that even though your pregnancy was nothing but normal, you and James could finally be a family.

Thanking Marie, you rushed back to the Cortez, a skip in your step as you rushed around, eager to find the man you love, and tell him the good news.

“Darling?”

Spinning around, you smiled at the sight of James. Rushing towards him, you kissed him. “I’m pregnant.” His mouth opened slightly.

“And before you say anything, a witch confirmed it, it’s yours, and they’ll be just like you.” You smiled, looking at James expectantly.

“A family of our own?” He asked quietly, causing you to nod. “Yes, James. A family of our own.”

Summary: Tate finds a pregnancy test in your bedroom trash, and is hurt that you never tell him.

Warnings: Angst

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You were at school when he found it. He’s never seen a pregnancy test before, but the test said it all. One line, not pregnant. Two, pregnant. And on this plastic little test, there were two lines, and he finally got the picture in his head.

You were so happy to finally be home, away from the shithole they call school, you were happy to finally be in the arms of the boy you loved. Until you saw his wet face, with tears steaming down his face. “Tate? What’s the matter?”

You went to cup his face, but he stepped back, away from you, immediately regretting it at the hurt on your face, but he was hurt, you never told him. “What the hell is this?” In his hand he held the pregnancy test, the one you got a week prior, and the one you finally decided to use just yesterday. Your jaw clenched, tears welling up in your eyes.

Turning away from him, you stood in front of your window, staring at the children that played in their yard across the street. The smiles on their faces brought a small one to yours, and you placed a hand on your stomach subconsciously.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” You sucked in a breath, closing your eyes. “You’re pregnant.”

Turning around abrubtly, you stared at him, your hand still on your stomach. “Yes, Tate. I’m pregnant. And before you even begin to accuse me of things that I wouldn’t even think of doing, you are the only person I‘ve slept with.”

“You did take my virginity after all.”

Tate walked closer to you, cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes, the beautiful color mesmerizing him like it always did. He rest his forehead on yours, and closed his eyes. “Your parents aren’t going to be happy, Y/N. You know that.”

You smiled at him, kissing his nose. “I don’t care. We’re having a baby, Tate. Our own baby. We can finally have a family.”