Tate Langdon X Reader - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

“He’s a villain! You only like him because he’s hot.”

Okay and?

This is ahstatejameskai for anyone who'd want to refollow.

I went to delete my sideblog and I fucked up and deleted everything. I'm upset as fuck but i guess I'm starting with basically clean slate. I'll try and recover the fics that I may have saved on my computer or in a notebook.

Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

Tate Langdon - American Horror Story

Wrote this a long time ago. My original plan back then was so make this into a multiple chapter story, but then I ultimately lost interest like all my other failed projects. 🙃

I also didn’t know how to fucking end this story, sorryyy ughhhh

❗Trigger warning❗

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Welp, I am dead.

Like, super dead.

One minute I’m slitting my wrists wide open in my bathroom and now I’m standing over my body watching myself decay.

I never thought I’d become a ghost or whatever I am. I didn’t even believe in the afterlife. I thought I’d just die and that would be it. I wouldn’t feel anything, it’d be peaceful. I was definitely wrong.

I moved into this big mansion in California with my parents. I didn’t want to die, I just thought it was my only way out. Now, I’m stuck here. Great. I really screwed the pooch this time.

After my parents found me rotting away, they decided to move away to have a fresh new start. Not that I blame them. But I was kinda pissed they just left me here, unable to step one foot off this property except for Halloween.

If I’m being completely honest, it’s not that terrible. I’m not alone. Turns out, many people have died here. Violently, which is fun.

There’s a woman that lives here who is kinda crazy, but she’s nice. She treats me better than my own mother did. She wishes I was a baby though, cause her baby is all kinds of fucked up.

There’s an elderly woman here too, who I found out was actually dead and lived here. When I was alive, she was our maid and constantly tried to seduce my father, which I reluctantly forgave her for that.

That weird neighbour, Constance, always visits here, since she has multiple children who have died here as well. I’ve yet to meet her eldest, Tate. To be honest, I don’t think I want to meet him. I’ve seen him wander around the halls but I’ve never shown myself around him. Mrs. Montgomery says he’s just misunderstood, but shooting up a school is a little too much for me.

I hang out with his brother sometimes, and by hanging out I mean basically rolling a ball back and forth. It makes him somewhat happy though, I guess. I know one of these days I’m going to run into him, I just hope it’s later rather than sooner.

~~~

Today, that real estate agent bitch is trying to sell this house, yet again. Only for the owners to be killed and get stuck here for all eternity. Anyone in their right mind would not buy this house, especially knowing what took place here.

I watch the family interested in buying the house from my old bedroom. They look like a relatively normal family. A mom, dad, and their angsty teenage daughter and a cute pet dog.

Yeah, they definitely wouldn’t survive living here.

“Spying on the new folks, I see?”

“Jesus! You scared me!” I turn to see Tate. Oh boy, this should be fun.

“Y/N L/N. How lovely to finally meet you. I never got the chance to introduce myself when you first moved here cause you see, you killed yourself before I even got the chance. Which was kind of rude on your part.” He smirked. “Your death was very entertaining, I must say. All that blood gushing everywhere, man, it was quite the spectacle.”

“Glad you found my death so entertaining, Tate. I’m sure yours was too.” I smile sweetly, making his smug grin quickly turn into a glare.

“Anyway,” he coughed, “better introduce myself to the new folks soon.”

“But...you’re dead.”

“Well, they don’t need to know that.” He walked over to the window where I saw. “That girl’s kinda hot, wouldn’t you say?” He smirked. “Don’t worry though, I find you even prettier.”

I scoffed and kept looking out the window. The teenage girl looked over towards the window. I quickly hid myself from her sight but Tate didn’t until she did a double take.

I gave him confused look. “What? It’s fun to play with people’s minds from time to time. You should try it sometime. Stop being a stick in the mud.” He said and walked away.

I can already tell he’s going to be so annoying.

I decided to take a closer look at the new comers. Tate was right though, that girl is pretty. I listened in on their conversation and I learned their names. Ben, Vivian, and Violet. All nice names, nice innocent names. They seem like nice people, sucks that they’ll die when they move in.

A few hours, Adelaide sneaks into the house. She always finds a way in here. She waves and smiles at me when she walks past, I still don’t know how she’s able to see me when I’m not visible to anyone, not that I mind cause I love her like a sister. She walks up behind Vivian, “You’re going to die in here.”

She’s never been one to know how to start a conversation.

~~~

I learned that Ben was a psychiatrist and Tate had an appointment with him today. He seems to be really determined to get to know these people, especially Violet. I thought about listening in, but that seemed too much. I just wandered the halls until I reached the bathroom. Violet hurts herself?

I hear footsteps and quickly sped off down the hall and hid behind a corridor, it was Tate. “You’re doing it wrong. If you wanna kill yourself, you should cut vertically. The doctors can’t stitch that up.” I hear him say.

What the hell? Why would he say that?

He closed the door and walked off. I shook my head and went up to the attic, my usual hang out spot.

I sat in the corner, I looked up and saw that the creepy rubber costume wasn’t there anymore. Thank god, that thing creeped me out to no end.

A red ball rolls to me, and I sigh. “I’m not in the mood, Beau.” I roll it back and it stays.

The attic door opens and Tate pops his head in, he sees me and smiles. “So, this is where you hang out? Good to know.” He says.

“Why? So you can annoy me better?” I say.

“Aw, don’t be like that. We should be friends.”

I laugh. “Yeah, right.”

Tate simple smirked and sat down beside me. “Come on. We’d make awesome...friends.”

I quickly scowled at him. “Why would you say that to Violet by the way? She could actually be convinced to do that, you know.”

“Oh, I was just trying to get another girl so we could have an afterlife threesome. Doesn’t that sound great?”

“Get outta here.”

Tate rolled his eyes, blowing me a kiss as he opened up attic door and descended the ladder. 

I scoff. This kid really is crazy, maybe it’s a good thing that he’s seeing Dr. Harmon. Tate climbed down the ladder and the attic door closed with a loud slam.

The red ball rolls to me.

~~~

Tate is hanging out with Violet on her room. I’m not stalking him! I just wanna make sure he doesn’t kill her. “Tate. What are you doing here? You need to leave now.” Ben says. Violet tries to calm her dad, but he insisted on him leaving.

“Just trying to be friends with your friendless daughter, Ben” Tate says. I roll my eyes and leave the hallway, accidently bumping into the kid. “Woah there. Aw, is someone spying on me?” He smirked.

I scoff. “As if.” Tate had a playful twinkle in his eyes, making me feel more nervous in his presence. “Just making sure you don’t murder that girl.”

“Me? Murdering someone? Nah.” He joked, but when he saw that I wasn’t joking, he dropped his smile. “Look, my murdering days are behind me, okay? I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. I promise.”

“I’ll make sure to hold you to that, pretty boy.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?”

“Don’t push me.” I scowled, Tate fake saluting me before I started to walk off. I gasped when I suddenly felt Tate turn me around so he could plant a kiss on my cheek. “What the hell?” I stuttered.

Tate simply shrugged and smiled. “You just look very kissable.”

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Ugh, this flopped but whatever

Jealousy - Tate Langdon

For the sweet Anon who requested this 😊

Hope you enjoy

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Ever since dying in the godforsaken house, you had no choice but to stay there forever.

Except on Halloween.

To be fair, it wasn’t all that bad. Your best friend, Tate, definitely kept you company ever since you died. He was understanding about your feelings of loneliness and hatred towards the house. You may have even developed a slight crush on him, but you tried to ignore it for the sake of your friendship.

Since it was the only day you got to be somewhat free, you loved to make the most of your time out of the house.

Usually you’d go to some college party, have some random hookup, go cliff diving, and just doing basically anything outside of the supposed Murder House.

You usually went alone, all the other ghosts of the house going their separate ways until midnight. But this time, Tate wanted to go with you. It was fine with you, as long as he didn’t get in the way of your fun.

You and Tate walked up and down the streets of some rich neighbourhood, checking out to see if any parties were going on. “I don’t see why we have to find a party. Can’t we just like, scare some trick-or-treaters?” Tate complained.

You snorted. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near some stupid snotty kids. I actually wanna have some fun.”

“And going to some frat party is fun to you?”

“Not the party, per say. More like al the hot people that will be there.”

Tate rolled his eyes, placing his hands in his pockets as he continued following after you. “Why can’t we hang out, just the two of us?”

“We already hang out, Tate.” You chuckled. “That’s literally all we do.”

“Are you saying you don’t like hanging out with me?” Tate frowned.

“No, Tate.” You whined. “I just hate being cooped up in the house all day everyday. It’s depressing as all hell.”

“Even with me there?”

“Oh, yeah. Especially with you there.” You smiled, causing Tate to let out a little giggle, knowing fully well that you were just joking.

Your feet carried you to a large house, bass so loud that you felt the vibrations underneath your feet, and lights bursting out of the windows that you could see a mile away.

Perfect.

Tate watched as you bounded up the stairs that led to the party house, sighing. He just wanted to hang out with you, do something fun outside the house. Not go to some party full of obnoxious drunk college teens that only worried about themselves, he’d probably love killing all of them.

But he chose to suck it up and keep his hand off his mental murder button and followed you inside.

A waft of booze and dope filled Tate’s nostrils, MC Hammer’s one hit wonder blaring through the speakers. Tate wanted death, almost forgetting he was already dead. He just really didn’t want to be there. Seeing your eyes light up when you took your first chug of beer made him smile at least.

Tate rolled his eyes and sipping at his cheap beer whenever any drunk girl tried to flirt with him. He kept his eyes on you, dancing with some Rolling Stones reject. He felt his hand at his side ball up tightly, not liking the way you smiled whenever the dude would whisper something in your ear.

All Tate wanted to dude was slit that guy’s throat and take you away from this place, keep you all to himself.

“Come on.” The tipsy brunette next to Tate whined. “I’m legal, baby, I promise.” She tried to flirt.

“Fuck off.” He snapped, making the girl flip him the bird and walked off to find an easier hookup.

Tate chugged the rest of his beer and threw the now empty solo cup to the floor. He scowled when he saw the dude pawing at your hips.

That was fuckin’ it.

Tate pushed through the decently sized crowd in the dance floor and grabbed your hand and tried pulling you away, but the dude stopped him. “Hey, what the hell, man? Get your own girl!” The dude yelled at Tate, his breath smelling of pot.

Tate kept his face calm, breathing heavily as to not lose his temper. He turned to you, “Y/N, this dude is such a loser. Don’t even waste your time.”

“Hey, she’s digging me, man.” The dude voiced obnoxiously, weakly pushing Tate.

“Back off.” Tate threatened.

“What’re you gonna do about it, pussy?”

You rolled your eyes, your hookup being ruined. “Tate, let’s just go.”

Tate had enough when the dude pushed him harder, causing him to stumble back slightly. He pulled back his balled up fist and collided it with the dude’s cheek, making you gasp. “Tate!” You scolded.

“Get a fuckin’ grip.” Tate spat at the now fallen dude. He turned back to you and grabbed your wrist. “Let’s get out of here.” He pulled you to the exit.

“Tate, what the hell was that?” You voiced loudly, pulling away from his grip once you were outside the building.

“The guy was pawing at you.”

“So?! I was consenting to it, man!”

Tate rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t done a lot better than that hippie, have some fuckin’ respect for yourself.”

“Oh, like you have respect for yourself, Mr. School Shooter?” You retorted, making Tate glare at you.

“Low blow. You know how much I hate myself for that.” He sighed, motioning to sit down on the steps leading up to the house.

You frowned, carefully sitting next to him. “I’m sorry...”

“Yeah...me too.”

You picked at your shoelaces, avoiding Tate’s gaze. “Why did you do that anyway? You know I like to have fun on Halloween.”

Tate sighed. “I know...I just got so angry seeing you with that tool.”

“Why?” 

Tate pouted. “Cause I wanted it to be me...”

You could’ve sworn that your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled softly. You gently placed your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “I’ll honest...I wanted it to be you too.” You chuckled softly.

Tate looked to you in shock, a blush rising to his cheeks as he grinned. “Really?”

You slowly leaned in, placing a tender hand on the back of Tate’s neck, gently pulling him forward, placing your lips on top his. “Really, really.” You giggled as you pulled away.

“Wow...I really wished I would’ve told you sooner.” He chuckled breathlessly.

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.”

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Can you write some fluff with tate? Like he is cheering the reader up🥺

Of course! Sorry, it’s a bit short but I hope you like it nonetheless 😊

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You laid on the dusty unused bed, feeling depressed as you often did.

It was just another one of those days where you loathed your entire existence as a ghost trapped in a worn down house that nobody wanted because it was creepy. 

Plus, a bunch of murders, suicides, and just some good ol’ fashioned human sacrifices would probably scare anyone in their right mind away from even setting foot on the property.

It’s not you wanted people living in the house, you just wanted something new to happen once in awhile, which rarely ever happened. But being a person who wore their heart on their sleeve obviously didn’t want the house to be bought by good people who’d just end up dying anyway.

No, you had to be content with being alone for all eternity, well, kind of.

The other ghosts in the house were fine, some of them. But Tate was the only one you got along with, despite his more than questionable past and life/dead choices.

You and Tate both having somewhat sardonic attitudes made for a good fucked up relationship.

You had no idea where he was, he had become sort of infatuated with Violet, who hates his guts, but you figured he was trying to earn her trust back. You didn’t really mind, you both had the open relationship thing going on, but you also hated labels.

You just laid there, staring at the ceiling that had moss lining the corners from lack of upkeep, but you thought it gave the house character.

You lifted your head when you heard a soft knocking on the door frame. “Oh, hey, Tate.” You said, plopping your head back down onto your pillow with a huff.

“What’s got you down, darling?” Tate asked softly, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to come to terms with being trapped here, Tate...” You whispered, willing yourself not to cry.

Tate frowned, but moved to lay beside you on his side. “I know...” Then he forced a grin. “But hey, it’s not all bad right?”

You gave him an annoyed look, causing him to drop the grin. “Being trapped is really bad...” You groaned loudly, throwing your arms up dramatically. “That stupid fuckin’ serial killer. Why’d he target me, man?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, you’re good looking, you were vulnerable, you stupidly went into an abandoned building alone...at night...shall I go on?”

You glared at Tate. “Not funny.” You scowled.

Tate sat up with a smile. “Aw, come on. Y/N. I was just trying to get you to smile.”

“Yeah, well, good luck with that.”

Tate lifted up one of his brows and smirked. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Not in the mood.” Tate slowly lifted his hand up to your frowning face, poking your cheek repeatedly. “Don’t.” You slapped his hand away.

Tate kept trying to poke your cheeks and your sides, trying to get you to smile or laugh, but all you did was groan in frustration. “Tate.” You whined, not liking being tickled.

“Nope. Not until you smile.” Tate rolled over on top of you, trapping you in his heavy embrace, still trying to tickle you.

You ultimately couldn’t keep your laughs in, squirming around from Tate’s roaming hands. “Okay, okay, stop, Tate!” You laughed, quickly becoming breathless.

Tate rolled off of you and held up his hands in surrender while laughing loudly, most definitely feeling very proud of himself. “You should know by now that I don’t back down from a challenge.”

“It wasn’t a frickin’ challenge!” You yelled after catching your breath.

“Huh...well, I read the situation all wrong, didn’t I?” He teased, giving your cheek one last poke.

“Oh, shut up.” You grinned, poking Tate back a little bit harshly.

“Ow.” He whined, rubbing his now sore cheek, but you knew he was just being overdramatic, as usual.

“Pussy.”

“Hey! At least I made you feel better, right?”

You giggled. “Sure.”

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okokokokokokokok SO

i saw this thing on tumblr buuuuuttt my only friend doesn’t like anything nerdy so strangers on the internet will have to do! guess my relationship with my father based off the characters i’m head over heels for:

Katsuki Bakugou

Harley Quinn

Jason Todd

Dean Winchester

Belphegor (obey me!)

Asra (the arcana)

Portia (the arcana)

tate langdon (AHS I AM WORKING ON THERAPY BUT EDGY TEENAGE BOY WHO LIKE NIRVANA HAS ME EATING OUT OF HIS HAND)

that’s it for characters but we’ll get on with the celebrities i crush on later in life

sorry, did you say,

“toxic, dangerous, sexy af and could probably kill me at any given moment if they wanted”?

…

Tate Langdon is a munch and no one can tell me otherwise.

I need to stop making playlists for every white boy I’m attracted to