#(answered || tate langdon)

[taintandviolent]

Tate Langdon and "don't ignore me" please

warnings: angst, underage reader.

“Don’t ignore me.” Tate whimpered, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. Again. He’d been crying a lot this week. He sensed a change in you, a change of heart. He wasn’t wrong; your heart had changed -- it had been ripped to shreds, corroded and decayed all in a matter of days. Information was deadly.

He looked so desperate, so desolate when he cried, and it killed you inside. But what he’d done… 

“Don’t ignore me…” he said again. 

But you did. You did. Even though it took every ounce of self control you had, you did. You had promised to have no secrets between the two of you, yet he had plenty. You wondered how he carried them all with such a stoic, couldn’t be bothered attitude. Was he truly not remorseful? At all? Everything he did? 

“Hey. Look at me.” 

Frustrated, you scooped your hair behind your ears, focusing hard on the paper in front of you. The words were blurring together because honestly the last thing on your mind was homework. Of any kind.

“LOOK AT ME!” 

Tate grabbed your chair, spinning it around to face you, and you cast your eyes to the floor, still avoiding him. You heard him grunt before reaching for your chin, yanking it up. 

“I said don’t ignore me. You can’t do that.” 

When your eyes still didn’t move to his, Tate frowned, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. The pout that usually worked, the pout that usually had you wrapping your arms around him, petting his hair. It wasn't working. He moved into your line of vision, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were welling up with big, fat tears. 

“Please…” He sniffed. “Please don’t ignore me.”

“Fine,” you whispered, before clearing your throat to find your voice. You yanked your chin away from his grasp, craning your neck to get away from him. With a sullen gaze, you focused on his dark eyes. “Fine, then… Tate. Tell me about Violet Harmon and her mother.” 

The way his face changed terrified you. He went from sad to sadder to a dark, roiling anger that you felt in the pit of your stomach. He set his jaw, wiped the tears with the back of his hand and said nothing.

“Who is ignoring who now?”

[strawb3rrystar]

Hi! As I've seen your requests are open for American Horror Story, can I request an angst for Kit Walker and a female reader inside the Briarcliff Manor asylum pls?

Thanks

Midnight snack.

Pairing: Kit Walker x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Reader gets cheated on, Gore (aka, bloody face murders mentioned), Alma's 'death' and Kit being sad

Word count: 1,113

✰Masterlist

You thought that you were an upstanding citizen, that you had a normal life and nothing was going to set you back. Until you ran someone over with your car. It was an accident of course, but no one believed you. All because you just had to start an argument with the skank that slept with your ex in the grocery store hours before running her over. Instead of being sent to prison like you expected, you were sent to a much worse place. Briarcliff Manor. A place for the criminally insane. Your friends had mentioned it a few times before, but no one really knew what it was like. But, they talked so lowly of the kind of people that ended up there that you wondered if they thought the same about you.

Either way, you were sent there to rot until the unforeseeable future. You mostly kept to yourself, as most in the concrete walls of the manor could barely hold a conversation. You did make one friend though, Grace Bertrand. You knew about her crimes and she knew about yours. She was the only one you felt comfortable telling how you found out your longtime boyfriend was cheating on you. So it was no surprise when you found yourself talking to the recently convicted, Kit Walker. Something about him drew you in. Maybe it was the sort of lost look in his eyes, like he didn't belong here. It was a look that you knew all too well.

One night you found yourself silently descending down the halls and to the kitchen. This happened a lot to you. The sleepless nights. But tonight you seemed particularly restless, unable to stay in bed like you normally did. Once you got there, you picked up a stale bun and sat down at one of the flour-covered tables. You took a bite of the mediocre bread before footsteps catch your attention. Your heart races as you expect to see Frank and then get in trouble again. But instead, all you see when you turn your head is Kit.

"You couldn't sleep too?"

He walks over to you and sits down across from you. You shrug a little and rip the bread in half, handing it to him. He accepts it graciously and takes a bite. While the two of you sit in silence and eat the stale baked good, you eyed each other. You admired his features and you assumed he was doing the same. The silence continued until you decided to speak up.

"You don't belong here."

Kit's eyebrows raised slightly, shocked by the seriousness of your tone. He had thought about it a lot. Too much, really. But to hear someone actually say the words out loud. It was the best thing he heard since getting arrested.

"What makes ya say that?"

He questions, leaning back in his chair slightly. Not in an arrogant or cocky way. More so like he was starting to feel comfortable around you.

"You have this look in your eye. Like.. innocent in a way?"

You reply, tilting your head a bit. You knew of the stuff he 'supposedly' did. But, he didn't look like the type of guy to be capable of such crimes. By your knowledge, skinning and decapitating someone takes a lot of skill and accuracy. Something you didn't think Kit had.

"I see.. If you don't mind me askin', how'd you end up here?"

You were a little stunned that he asked you that. But it was an understandable question nonetheless.

"I ran someone over. Accidentally of course."

You added on, making a slight amused smile reach Kit's lips. You felt a sense of pride wash over you knowing that he was enjoying the conversation.

"That doesn't seem like that big of a deal."

You nod your head slowly, clearly agreeing with him. It seemed like the both of you were stuck in unfair situations with no way out.

"Well, I did get into a public argument with the victim a few hours prior."

Kit's eyes widen ever so slightly at the new information. You're guessing he didn't expect such a response from you. Perhaps he saw the same innocent look in your eyes.

"Damn. About what?"

You hesitate to answer. The topic was usually very touchy for you. But, Kit's kind and understanding demeanor made you already feel better about saying it.

"How she slept with my boyfriend at the time."

Kit winces in response, gaining a look of sympathy in his eyes. Your heart aches in your chest. His look reminded you of how your friends were the last time you saw them. They pitied you because you were cheated on. Not caring about how emotionally distressing the situation was for you.

"Sounds like an asshole."

You give him a sort of a forced smile, yet your eyes betray you by filling your waterline with tears. When he notices your tears, Kit reaches across the table and gently takes your hand in his. Your other hand squeezes the skirt of your uniform, blinking back the tear. Try as you might to hold them back, you break and start sobbing, your shoulders shaking as you did so.

"Hey.. Just breathe. Okay?"

Kit's voice was calming in a way. Maybe it's because he spoke low and slowly. He gives your hand a squeeze, trying to keep your attention on him. You finally took some deep breaths, calming down a little as you wiped the tears off your cheeks.

"I know what it's like to lose someone too. I lost my wife, Alma. And the thought that I could've done somethin' to her? It's.. terrifying."

Your lips press together in a thin line. Now you felt awful for crying over such a silly thing. Kit was probably feeling way more emotionally distressed than you. At least you've had time to actually process and knew that what happened wasn't your fault. But he didn't have that time, nor the reassurance.

"I'm sorry for your loss. That sounds terrible."

Kit rubs his thumb on the back of your hand. Your heart clenched at the motion. Whether it was in a good or bad way, you didn't know. All you knew is that you really wanted to hug him right now. So, let go of his hand and stand, walking to the other side of the table. You open your arms and Kit gets the idea, standing up as well. The two of you embrace each other in silence. But words didn't need to be spoken to know that a deep connection was formed between two Briarcliff inmates tonight. A connection that could last a millennia.

Star's notes -> This was my first time writing for Kit, so I'm still trying to figure out how to write his accent. Anyways, hope you enjoyed my first ever AHS fic!

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[evanpeterswifeyyy]

Hiii! 🫶

I'm curious now....

Fuck, Marry,Kill

James March

Luke Cooper

Tate Langdon

Have fun 😈❤️

OMG!! I love fun asks!

Okokok

Fuck Luke Cooper

Marry James Patrick March

Kill Tate Langdon (I love Tate but he’s already dead anyways and James is just hubby material)

[arsenicviolet]

I will never understand how y'all manage to romanticize Tate. He's a fucking cry baby with mommy issues who developed an obsession for a girl and kills people, nothing else.

Smash. Next question

[chiptaylorsfirst]

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A/N: Sorry that I took so long to make this. It was a struggle but it turned out pretty. I hope this is helpful for all of you to easier access my works for your reading pleasure.

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Birthday Boy 😩

Kinkmas Day 4: Size Difference 😩

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[vi4hs]

in which color should i paint my room??

[marchbirdie]

1, 27, 30

Thank you @coentinim for the ask!

1. What is your favorite season?

This is a super hard question, but at the moment it would have to be Asylum as I'm rewatching it, honestly kind of forgot about some of the twists and turns the season makes. (Plus Kit is such a sweetheart I literally can't 😭)

27. Favorite villain?

James Patrick March (Enough said..😍)

30. Favorite scene?

This is another tough one, but I honestly kinda love the scene where Tate and Violet first meet, murder house will always have a place in my heart.

[gostlyghost]

Hi I love your account I'm a big fan, and your Kai's edits and collages are my favorites 🔥🥰

O great divine ruler. 😳 Thank you! I am very glad to hear this, I am very pleased.

Something about Kai holds a separate place in my heart, as does what I do. I'm glad you like it.

[lcstinfantasy]

“Umf” - to tate from evan (i'm sorry he went 👀 lol)

Send me “Umf” If your muse thinks my muse is hot.

"you have looked in a mirror right? you can do a lot better than me."

[cfthesoul]

tag drop part 6

[taintandviolent]

Tate Langdon with a slapping kink. I always age him up too 👀

written to this. [disclaimer: tw: slapping. also: aged up Tate who died as a college student instead, adult reader.]

"Slap me."

Your words landed like a ton of bricks. In the muffled quietness of your room, the silence was defeaning. At first, his black pools just focused on you, sweeping back and forth over your face, trying to find the joke, the laugh, the mockery. He hated being made fun of, and if you somehow guessed his slapping kink... only to use it against him...

"I said slap me, Tate."

He tapped your cheek, a poor excuse for a slap. It was laced with uncertainty.

"Harder."

He did. But it wasn't hard enough. You reached forward, slapping at his erection. Your fingertips grazed just below the head, but you'd made contact. You'd argue that it was a playful slap, but the way his hips bucked at the sensation, a woeful whimper bubbling up from his throat told you otherwise.

"Harder," you said.

Tate reared his hand, backhanding you. Your head flew to the side; your cheek and flips instantly aflame with contact. Tate's cock twitched at the way your cheek instantly reddened, a dirty, lustful sort of blush spreading down your neck.

Your lips tightened, holding back a deep moan.

"Again."

[spookievan]

Hi, do you take moodboard requests?

OMG PEOPLE ACTUALLY CARE??

hi hi! yes i dooo! i take all the requests! i love making these specially for others! just give me an actor? artist? idol? + the idea and i'll try my best make it for you <33

^ but uhm i don't usually do ships? although i can, it's just not a definite yes or no if ill do it :)

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

Your blog is awesome! Do you have a favorite Evan character? Thanks for the follow, and I can't wait to check out your writings ^^

Omg ty! I’m so glad!

I love all of the Evans but if I had to choose one I’d say Tate is my favorite. That’s probably pretty basic, but I love the versatility of his character and he’s a classic cutie.

Maybe one day I’ll rank all the Evans from fave to least fave. Been itching to do that to see people’s opinions.

Currently working on some new stuff right now for my writing blog so feel free to watch for updates and send me some requests!

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

not sure if i already requested this butttt could you write tate langdon x reader w insomnia like him js comforting you n holding you in bed as you cry from exhaustion n frustration from not being able to sleep - or som along those lines of reader w insomnia? 💛

self projection? who is she? idk her

hi!! the fic you requested can be found right here! i hope you enjoy it! have a great day!!

[depresshood]

tag drop .

[marchbirdie]

26. If you could be in any season, which season would you be in?

(Sorry I took so long to respond to you guys things got chaotic 😭)

Thank you @fear-is-truth for the ask!

I think I would have to go with Murder house, mainly because it seems the most "realistic in my opinion" and I've had a fair share of moving houses (So far I've lived in 9 different houses in my life) and have had my fair share of paranormal activity (If you believe in that). Plus, picking up a hot ghost bf would be a bonus (*cough cough* Tate..)