#American Horror Story Headcanons

[kit-walk3r]

The Evans’ dating profiles

The dating profiles for Tate, Kit, Kyle (and FrankenKyle), Jimmy, James, Rory, Kai, Austin and Peter featuring their likes, dislikes, interests and favourite pick up lines.

Tate

Likes: girls with parent issues, girls with no friends, girls who like birds

Dislikes: popular people, happy people, parents

Interests: crying, death, hating his mother

Favourite pick up line: on a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need

Kit

Likes: happy people, maternal women, women who can make a delicious first course

Dislikes: people who hate children, racist people, people who complain about gas prices

Interests: family time, getting high, polyamorous marriage

Favourite pick up line: know what’s on the menu? Me ‘n’ u

Frat Kyle

Likes: girls with good music taste, kind people, girls who don’t talk about themselves

Dislikes: selfish people, rich people, Toto haters

Interests: helping people, partying, defending Toto

Favourite pick up line: if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber

FrankenKyle

Likes: Zoe

Dislikes: Not Zoe

Interests: Zoe, playing with dogs

Favourite pick up line: this road goes two ways

Jimmy

Likes: almost everything

Dislikes: prejudice people, clowns

Interests: tupperware parties, family, having emotional breakdowns

Favourite pick up line: knock-knock.

Who's there?

When where.

When where who?

Tomorrow night, my house, you

James

Likes: women who enjoy murder, non-judgmental women, loyalty

Dislikes: women sensitive to death, religious people, modern day slang

Interests: murder, training people to murder, more murder

Favourite pick up line: the sparkle in your eyes is so bright; the sun must be jealous

Rory

Likes: people who’ve seen his movies, british accents, older women

Dislikes: nothing

Interests: himself, hot tubs, brad pitt movies

Favourite pick up line: are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see

Kai

Likes: women who do what he says, women who will have his baby, occasionally men

Dislikes: independent women, women who won’t make him a sandwich, democrats

Interests: world domination, cults, trolling people online

Favourite pick up line: I lost my virginity. Can I have yours?

Austin

Likes: fun people, sweet tasting people, Dolly Parton fans

Dislikes: talentless people, people with a bad blood type, people with morals

Interests: karaoke, musicals, searching the internet for victims

Favourite pick up line: I would take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring your own snacks

Peter

Likes: people with good music taste, fun people, people who can withstand whiplash

Dislikes: slow people, people who always obey the rules, people who follow the speed limit

Interests: kleptomania, running from the cops, Pac-Man

Favourite pick up line: you must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night

Colin

Likes: older women, strong women, people who listen to him

Dislikes: criminals, people who use him, people who don’t let him eat his bagel before delivering bad news

Interests: solving crimes, eating at nice restaurants, hanging out with his mum

Favourite pick up line: I hope you know CPR, because you just took my breath away

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I’m taking requests!

[multifandomfix]

Getting Caught Having Sex With Fiona Goode Would Include

Fiona is shameless and can be quite careless in protecting your privacy. She doesn’t mind who might see. It’s not like anyone would be stupid enough to stop her.

Your embarrassment at being caught in the act will probably illicit a smirk from Fiona.

She’ll tease you about it, for sure. “So shy now, but you weren’t so shy when you were screaming my name.”

Honestly, getting caught is only going to spur Fiona on. Unless you’re really adamant about stopping, she’ll just make a game out of it.

She may even try to get the two of you caught together more often, just because of how amused she is when you get all flustered.

For @theres-beauty-in-daydreams

Fiona Goode: @iticaboopsyou, @brienneseveruscalaway, @derry-n, @bluenystic, @peggycarter-steverogers, @mars-rivers, @gothtrash6969, @jona-lea, @callsigncrash, @words-of-holly, @somelonelywriter

[inmyfxith]

How was Kit Walker's life before marrying Alma

A/N -> This is pure speculation.

Warnings -> Mention of racism.

-> Requested

Kit grew up in a small, working-class town nestled in the rolling hills of Massachusetts. The town was a tight-knit community with a rich history and a strong sense of tradition. Kit's childhood home was a modest, single-story house situated on a small plot of land. The house was painted a faded blue with peeling trim, and had a narrow front porch with a rickety old swing.

Inside, the house was cramped and cluttered, with worn furnishings and a cramped kitchen. The family often had to stretch their budget to make ends meet, and Kit and his brother shared a small bedroom with bunk beds and a shared dresser.

I like to imagine that Kit has a younger brother. Perhaps his brother's name could be derived from Bobby or Billy, Billy Walker.

Kit was likely responsible and mature for his age, and he may have taken on a role as a mentor or role model for his younger brother. It is also possible that he had a playful and lighthearted relationship with Billy, enjoying activities and hobbies together and making lasting memories.

He was also very curious, always eager to explore and try new things.

Kit and his brother were playing in the backyard, chasing each other around and pretending to be superheroes. As the older of the two, Kit took on the role of leader and was always coming up with new ideas for their imaginary adventures.

"Come on, let's go fight the giant robot!" Kit exclaimed, brandishing a stick as his "sword."

His brother giggled and ran after him, trying to keep up. "I'm the sidekick, right?" he asked, panting a little.

Kit grinned and ruffled his brother's hair. "Yeah, you're my trusty sidekick. Together, we can take on anything!"

The two boys spent the afternoon running around the yard, fighting imaginary villains and saving the day. They laughed and played together, completely absorbed in their make-believe world.

As the sun began to set, Kit's mother called them in for dinner. "Boys, time to come inside now," she called from the back porch.

Kit and his brother reluctantly stopped playing and headed towards the house. "We'll have to continue the adventure tomorrow," Kit told his brother with a wink.

His brother nodded eagerly. "Definitely. We'll make sure to defeat the robot for good next time!"

As they walked into the house, Kit put his arm around his brother's shoulders and gave him a squeeze. Despite their occasional differences, he loved his brother deeply and always enjoyed spending time with him.

Kit grew up in a traditional household where his father was the breadwinner and his mother stayed at home to take care of the children and run the household. From a young age, Kit's father instilled in him the importance of hard work and responsibility and taught him that men were responsible for providing for their families.

"Son, a man's role is to be the provider and protector for his family," his father would often say. "It's up to us to bring home the bacon and make sure our loved ones are taken care of."

Kit's mother, while supportive of her husband and his beliefs, often tried to gently challenge some of these traditional gender roles and encourage her children to pursue their own dreams and passions.

"Kit, you can be anything you want to be," she would say. "Don't let anyone tell you what you can or can't do based on who you are."

Despite these conflicting messages, Kit learned to balance his desire to make his family proud with his own personal goals and aspirations. He worked hard in school and excelled in sports (mainly basketball and football), and eventually worked various odd jobs to make ends meet.

He also followed his heart and pursued his love of music, often playing the guitar and singing with his friends in his spare time.

I feel like Kit met Alma at the gas station where he worked, and they quickly fell in love with each other despite the illegality of interracial marriage.

Kit was always determined to create a better life for himself and his future family, and he never let the prejudice of others get him down.

We don't hear about Kit's parents in the show, so you'd think that it was because of her relationship that her parents cut ties, knowing the atmosphere of the 60s.

Kit sat nervously at the kitchen table, fidgeting with his hands as his parents glared at him from across the room. He had just broken the news to them that he was planning to marry Alma, and the reaction had not been what he had hoped for.

"Kit, how could you do this to us?" his mother exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger. "You know how we feel about this. It's not right, and it's not what we want for you."

Kit sighed and tried to keep his voice calm. "Mom, I know you have your doubts, but Alma is the most amazing person I've ever met. I love her, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

His father crossed his arms and shook his head. "Love doesn't conquer all, son. You're making a big mistake, and you're going to regret it."

Kit stood up, his frustration and hurt starting to boil over. "I'm not making a mistake. I know what I want, and I'm not going to let anyone, not even you, stand in my way."

There was a tense silence as the three of them stared at each other, unsure of what to say next.

Kit's father stood up and looked at him with a stern expression. "Son, if you go through with this wedding, you'll no longer be a member of this family. You'll be disowned, and you'll have to leave this house and never come back."

Kit's heart sank as he realized the gravity of his father's words. He had always known that his parents were opposed to his relationship with Alma, but he had never imagined it would come to this.

"Dad, please don't do this," he pleaded, his voice shaking with emotion. "I love you and Mom, but I also love Alma. I can't choose between the two of you."

His father's face softened a little, and he let out a heavy sigh. "I understand that, son. But this is how it has to be. You have a choice to make, and I hope you'll choose wisely."

We all know what choice Kit made. I think he would have stayed in touch with his brother, maybe Billy would have left Massachusetts to make a life elsewhere. He could send him a postcard every year for Christmas.

[redroses07]

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[ryuzakemo128]

American Horror Story Headcanons

Masterlist

Female Reader

Marianna moved to the United States when she was a young child from Norway. Her mother died when Marianna was a young girl, and her health spiraled downwards when it came to her mental and physical well-being.

Marianna (Female Reader) is also six feet 4 tall. One of the tallest people in her family, on her mother's side of the family at the very least. Her mother's side of the family is known for its tall stature, so it is not surprising that Marianna is one of the tallest members. In addition, her father's side of the family is also quite tall, so it is likely that Marianna inherited her height from both sides of the family.

Marianna (Female Reader) speaks several languages and does kickboxing as a hobby. She enjoys the challenge of learning new languages and the physical and mental benefits of kickboxing. She is also interested in the cultural aspects of learning new languages and the self-defense skills she gains from kickboxing.

Marianna's first job was as a waitress and she was doing her tattoo apprenticeship at the same time. Through her hard work and dedication, she soon became a full-time tattoo artist.

Image below is Marianna's Aesthetic and general look.

[nolovelingers]

hi omg i loved ur hcs for ethan landry as ur bf <333 do you think you could write something like that, but for tate langdon, please?

TATE LANGDON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

ೄྀ࿐ requested ! ˊˎ-

headcanons — // cw ! : dark themes ,, obsessive tendencies,, nsfw !! similar to ethans i try to keep these as realistic as my silly little mind is able to think !! very toxic relationship 🌀 talk of self harm & smoking

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 SFW !!

TATE LANGDON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . is like meeting someone who’s not like anyone you’ve ever met. there are no duplicates, copies or a person even remotely similar to the dark eyed boy.

there’s always been something about his odd personality that has a strange charm to it. he’s always held himself up to his own standards and even back before the entire westfield high situation he’s been very picky about his living style and the people he surrounds himself with.

so therefore when he met you, the stilled silence to his violent tornado, it was as if everything else in the world dimmed and the spotlight shone to you.

he would never leave you alone. not when you move rooms, not if you try to have people over, not when you stormed into the backyard and sat under the flickering moon as you desperately grasped for alone time. not even when you go to the bathroom.

the second he came into your life and you allowed him to, privacy no longer existed. the only time he would ever leave was if he had his own emergency to partake to or if your guardian(s) were around.

at first it was cute, you couldn’t really deny the fact that having a boyfriend so attached to the hip and dependent made your heart flutter in some sort of way. but you quickly learned that even as dreamy as it sounds it’s not all that great.

if you run to the bathroom and lock yourself inside the langdon boy is fast to follow suite, confused on where or what you were running from until he watched you shut the restroom door and he slid his back against it; knees brought up to his chest as he patiently waited for you to come back out. and trust me, he will wait. doesn’t matter if it’s hours or even half of the day. he won’t move an inch.

you hardly invite friends over but the few times you do you’re fast to regret it. you tell him your friends coming over, hoping he’ll take the hint to leave, and he’ll only blankly stare at you; face devoid of any emotion as he mutters a gentle ‘oh’ before returning to looking through your collections of whatever it is you have an abundance of. maybe books, cd’s, vinyls, comics, posters, crystals/rocks, stuffed animals, funky socks or a hoard of animal bones; there’s nothing in your room tate hasnt gotten his hands on.

even after you alert him of the approaching company unless you plan on shoving him out or repeatedly asking him to leave he doesn’t plan on going anywhere. he’s terrible at reading social cues and you have to spell out the simplest things for him.

he’s quick to judge your friends, not one of them is good enough for you in his mind and he’ll be sure to voice that. sometimes even straight to their face; with a blank expression and no emotion behind his eyes. it doesn’t matter how close or how long you’ve known someone, could even be your whole life, they’re not good for you like he is.

he often says the most terrible and disgusting things about them to your face, judging you heavily for the people you hang around and making you feel insecure.

he is definitely the type to drive wedges in between all of your relationships. just with your friends at first but as the relationship furthers he begins to do the same to your family too.

obviously he can’t leave the house but if there was ever a time you ranted about someone you dislike, hurt your feelings or overall anything spoken poorly about them he would remember it till halloween and carefully map out their murder. i mean, you wanted them to die right? why else would you tell him about it?

tate is extremely oblivious to your emotions. he loves you so much and it’s clear to him you must be meant for each other. so no matter how you feel back, reciprocated or not tate would assume you liked him too. he refuses to be in the friend zone and throws a hissy fit if you ever even try.

as we all known he’s one of the prettiest criers out there and this is very useful when it comes to manipulating. he knows you have a weak spot for seeing his tears and now anytime you try to lecture him, kick him out or he feels as though you’re not understanding his (rather malicious) side of the story the tears are quick to fall. but the tricky thing here is that they are always real tears of sadness and regret; it’s just as though he’s reprogrammed himself to cry at any minor inconvenience.

his favorite cuddle position is spooning and he often likes to be the little spoon. no one in his life has ever cared for him enough (or at least in his eyes they haven’t), and when you have your arms securely around him, pulling him into you; it’s like heaven on earth. he feels so safe, warm and comforted. there are of course days where the rolls switch but there’s really no denying he prefers to be the one being spooned.

id definitely say he’s a sort of pathological liar and even when he doesn’t mean for it to happen lies fall from his mouth as easy as tears stream from his eyes. it could be about the stupidest shit or it could be actually serious as he tries to work his way out of a situation he’s actually at fault for.

this makes it really hard to trust him, because it’s eerily scary how easy it is for him to lie straight to your face with even blinking, or come up with excuses on the spot. i know people like to claim they’re usually good at picking up when people are lying to them but with tate it’s a huge challenge. he’s unnaturally good at it and doesn’t hesitate.

it’s not easy to pick up on his fibs in the moment but there are a few times you’re able to realize later on; as his stories don’t add up or he forgot his lie in the first place and comes up with a completely different one when asked the same question from before.

and even then once he gets caught; deny deny deny. you’re the one in the wrong for accusing him of something like that when he just has a poor memory and suddenly you’re the bad guy for pointing fingers even though you’re the one with evidence and he just throws out empty accusations.

if you smoke i think he’d love to break into your stash a lot, he didn’t use weed before his death but once you introduce him i see him as a sort of mini-stoner. he’ll use your stuff without even asking. he kind of contradicts himself in that way because for the most part when he was still living he thought people who smoked or drank were stupid, ruining their body. he looked down on them. when you’re dead though you cant really destroy your body and though he still doesn’t like drinking he’ll indulge in smoking.

if you do any sort of after school activity or club he’ll encourage you to quit, telling you how it’s all stupid and a waste of time that you could be spending together. if you refuse he’ll try to sabotage it for you the best he can while being confined to the house. maybe sending a nasty email to your teacher/coach or by ruining a uniform or equipment you use.

there’s definitely times when he’s asked you to drop out of highschool to which you immediately declined and there’s not really much else he could do about this nuisance.

langdon will put you onto his likes and interests, music or movies he has a taste for. he’ll try the stuff you like as well but he’s quick to judge and doesn’t do second thoughts or tries. if he doesn’t like it he won’t even pretend to and will harsh out negative reviews before you turn it off. and then he’ll act confused on why you suddenly stopped it but he’s very glad you did. he couldn’t stand it.

and because of this when you’re hanging out it’s all about what tate wants to do. the music he wants to play. the things he wants to talk about and the films he wants to watch.

jealousy is a major problem for him and the mention of really anyone, but especially if it’s a guy, will have his blood pumping and his head spinning.

to him, he only has you. it should be the same way around, he absolutely hates that you have and know other people that aren’t just him.

tw? — if you ever try to leave him he goes all out and puts on the most dramatic show you’ve literally ever seen. throwing himself against walls, screaming and crying his eyes out, burying his head in his knees and clutching at his hair while begging and pleading for you to stay. he doesn’t get angry at all but turns more pathetic and desperate as he clings onto you. lots of “ill do better”, “you can’t leave me”, “tell me what I did wrong” and “you’re all I have”’s leaving his lips. if this doesn’t work he’ll harm himself in front of you, smashing his head against the wall or even using a sharp tool to cut into his arm while only asking one thing. “is this what you want?”

tw? — it’s a very draining relationship and can impact your mental space a lot. if you self harm he will catch you eventually, whether it’s while in the act or the scars/scabs from after. he’ll grab your arm (not assuming that’s where you sh, just so he has a grip on you), asking you how you could be so selfish (which is his way of caring) and then asking you to cut him instead anytime you wanted to hurt yourself. this is obviously off putting and drives a wedge between you for a while, which he will trap you back by guilting you and apologizing. (even though he was completely serious when asking and still is.)

the blonde haired boy lives for your validation. he’s constantly asking for reassurance and pestering you with loads of questions. whether if it’s if you like his outfit to if you still had feelings for him or not.

he’s a huge listener than he is a talker and could sit for hours, happily criss crossed and a toothless and content smile on his face while you go on about every little detail of your day.

he’s definitely asked you to do his eyeliner before but would rather die (again) than have anything else applied to his skin. it would cripple his masculinity.

overall he’s very touchy, craving for any contact he can get with you. resting his head on your shoulder, holding hands, his hand on your thigh or pinkies intwined. he always has to be touching you in some way.

recommending books and songs are one of his all time favorite things to do and he does expect you to read or listen to all of his suggestions. he’ll ask you about it a few days later after initially suggesting it and will get upset if you still haven’t looked into it.

tate hardly gets angry, he’s very sensitive as we all know and most of the time it ends in his hysterical sobs; but when the fire inside him lights it’s terrifying.

if you weren’t the one to make him angry you’d usually be okay, he’d rant about it to you while you played with his hair; describing all of the horrendous ways he wanted to see the person or thing he’s mad at crash and burn. if he’s angry at you it’s like he moves on his own, putting you in a chokehold and slamming you against the wall, yelling and pointing fingers at you. pushing items off your desks/dressers/shelf’s and you make him go away; scared of him hurting you. he wouldn’t, not intentionally, but it was a very scary sight to see.

of course within hours he’d return, tears streaming down his face and begging on his knees for your forgiveness, arms latched around your legs as he sobbed into them and refused to let go until you forgave him.

as much as he loves you and wants you to be together forever, he would never purposefully go to the extent of killing you in the house so you could stay with him forever at the age you are. it sucks, he knows it sucks, but he does have a boundary set for that. he doesn’t want you stuck there for the rest of your life. he’s just hoping you’ll stay in that house with him willingly anyway. he’d let you go after crying his heart out for days, but he’d never let you forget him or move on. and being honest; he would probably start to regret the decision.

his love for you goes beyond words, it consumes him completely. he knows now his purpose. the day he died in that house and the years that passed waiting up to the day he met you.

he was made for loving you, in his own sick way. you are his entire heart.

NSFW !!

tate is a switch in the bedroom, but he’s so easy to dominate which makes him lead towards being more submissive. of course he’ll be in his dominant moods, there’s no doubt, but it’s laughable how easy it is to take control back over him.

he loves to overstimulate you, fucking you or relentlessly giving you head for hours, not giving you rest inbetween as you beg for him to stop through shattered moans.

(if you’re a female) — we all know about his mommy issues and he definitely incorporates that into the bedroom in some ways.

(if you’re a female) — he’s a tits man rather than ass and anytime you’re going at it your shirt has to be off, he doesn’t care what size breasts you have all he wants is to attach his mouth around your nipples and tease them with his tongue, sucking lightly before leaving hickeys all over them.

(if you’re a female) — he has the best fuck me eyes the worlds ever seen and when he’s bottoming he can’t stop himself from calling you ‘mama’.

he’s very kinky, and he has put on the infamous leather suit before to fuck you. it makes him feel more powerful, like he’s in control.

when he’s topping he’ll have one hand pinning one of your arms above your hand while using his other to interlace your fingers, crying into your neck with all the pleasure he’s feeling.

he’s not the greatest on cleaning up afterwords but he always snuggles you, cuddling up to you in a ball and resting his head soundly on your chest as his breathing slows and he drifts off.

but the most important thing to know — tate is godly at sex. he doesn’t have the most experience in the world but he definitely wasn’t a virgin by the time you met and he knows what he’s doing.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ a/n : thank you sm for requesting , made my day !! i hope that this is to your liking, i appreciate the compliment ab my ethan headcanon i tried my best <33. my inbox is open to all !!

started 08.06.23. finished 08.07.23.

©️nolovelingers 2023

[fear-is-truth]

WARNINGS: perv!best friend!tate langdon﹒flirty!fem!reader ﹒suggestive themes ﹒MDNI A/N: for everyone, but specifically 🃏anon.

TATE LANGDON’s crush on you is almost painfully obvious to every resident of the murder house but you. you’ve always been naturally flirty, and your friendly touchiness only adds to the confusion. you love wrapping your arms around your friends in quick, affectionate hugs, not noticing how tate takes advantage of each one.

every time you hug him, he pulls you in just a bit tighter than necessary, holding on longer than any of your other friends would. you laugh it off, always thinking it's just tate being his clingy and pathetic self, but for him, it’s closest he can get to having you. you never seem to notice how his hands linger on your waist or how he buries his face in your shoulder—breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo and perfume. more than often, under the guise of being playful, tate will grip onto your waist as he begins to rock back and forth slightly, grinding his clothed crotch against your ass. the movement subtle enough that you remain obliviously unaware to the hardness forming behind you.

the way you run your fingers through his golden curls or press your cheek to his feels innocent on your part, just another part of your naturally affectionate nature. but to tate, it’s everything he dreams about. painting a picture of you laying beneath him, cheeks flushed and kiss-swollen lips after having your cervix abused by his cock.

the way his name rolls off your tongue, a friendly, high pitched squeal of “tate!” brings his mind straight to the gutter. oh, how he’d like to hear your voice all scratchy and broken, viscous cum dribbling down your lips having just stuffed the length of his dick down your tight little throat.

[vizjpmdose]

୨ৎ ──── jpm's entry in the 5 love languages. ────

⭑.ᐟ warnings : possessiveness, mention of murder

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ a/n: : first time posting stuffs like this and this is a long one! | these are his greenflag versions (this has been in my draft for an eternity) English is not my first language so I apologize if you spot any grammatical errors that I'm not aware of.

JPM x wife fem!reader.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

for him, physical touch is his way to remind ownership but also genuine devotion to his lover.

for example, if someone is trying to flirt with you he'd suddenly just appear behind you and suddenly pulling you close to him by grabbing your waist softly in front of that person.

"darling, who's he?" he spoke with a forced smile, glancing at you and the man while he gives your waist a soft squeeze as he shows ownership.

can be a PDA king

with showing devotion, physical touch is his way to remind you of how important you are to him

keeping a hand on the small of your back while walking around in the hotel

loves to trace your facial features/body

imagine having a talk with him while just relaxing in bed, he listens to whatever you're saying while he traces a part of your body (waist, arm, legs) or facial features (jawline, lips, cheekbone)

he could be doing it while making eye contact with you while you're speaking or his eyes could be at your body part/facial feature that he's tracing while you speak.

it gives you extreme butterflies specially that he's humming in response from time to time while busy tracing your body with his fingers.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION:

this man has a very wide vocabulary, he's a master with his words.

he's the best in wooing using his words that he's sure of being very effective on you.

he actually doesn't excel in comforting with words:(

But worry not! He's good in encouraging you with words.

"you, my dear is the best. You don't have to stress about it just to prove it to me, because I knew ever since the day I saw you that you're going to be the perfect lady of the Cortez."

Very resourceful with his words, very witty.

you'd receive appreciation phrases that are very high standard coded

FLIRTS VERY GENTLEMANLY!

"Such a sight for sore eyes. Surely, my favorite sight for tonight." 

he loves the reaction he gets from you with when he flirts with you using fancy idioms. 

He actually could write poem/poetries and it would be all about you.

loves to brag about you, he brags about you to other people even though you're not around. He loves to publicly speak about you and your relationship with him.

QUALITY TIME:

this man is a sucker for attention. 

he prefers spending quality time with you by having a conversation during a fancy dinner or having a conversation while drinking or smoking together.

would literally host a dinner nightly if you'd agree.

Loves to play cards with you every night before going to sleep 

There's a lot of secrets in the Cortez that no one knows but him. If you're a curious one, he'd find joy to walk you around the Cortez, telling you facts about every area that you both visit. 

"This feels like a museum date, right darling?" 

In a conversation, he's always the talker but loves to be a listener when it comes to you so that he can spend more time with you while having a conversation.

He loves taking you to the grand empty ballroom of the Cortez for slow and elegant dances with him when you both are feeling elegantly romantic. He would put on a vintage jazz or classical music record.

If you're an adventurous type just like him, he'd be so so happy to go on a killing spree with you. He’d admire that about you, pushing you to be bolder, more daring, much like he did in his own life. Times like these would be his core memories with you.

ACT OF SERVICE:

This man is the number 1 real gentleman and that's for you only. 

Yes, let's say he uses his gentleman side to lure his victims in but that gentleman side is fake. He'd only be a real gentleman when it's for you. 

He opens doors for you and pulls out chairs for you 

He makes sure he attends your needs before you can even ask. 

He's highly observant/highly perceptive, he does everything you need or want before you even voice them.

"I will give perfection to such a perfect person like you, my love." What can I say? This man is such a simp.

When you have any problems, he'd do anything to help you with it or he'll be the one to fix it for you.

He's always mindful for your physical comfort, he'd always make sure that his staffs are giving you what you want and what you need if he's not around, and whatever that makes you feel pampered.

He gets mad at his staffs when you have any complains or when he observes that you're not feeling comfortable enough.

With protecting you from harm in the Cortez, He would use his power and influence to keep you safe from the dangers.

If one of the ghosts in the Cortez dares to disrespect you or interact with you in a way that you or he doesn't approve of.. James would swiftly and ruthlessly handle the situation.

GIFT GIVING:

No. 1 sugar daddy material

When you get upset and doesn't know how to comfort you, he'd shower you with expensive jewelries and stuffs that he knows that you like.

Everything he gifts you will be expensive, this man values good quality all of the time

He sends Liz to the outside world to buy these gifts he'll give to you.

"If I were just allowed to leave the hotel I wouldn't hesitate to go out alone to buy you these lavish things myself, a high quality man like me knows a lot about high quality things that deserves to be in my queen's grasp." 

Expect gifts on random days because anytime he'd think of an item that he thinks you would like, he'd action on getting it immediately.

He lives for your reactions, praises, and compliments when he surprises you with gifts. 

[violac3ace]

Vi 🖤

[frankenkyle19]

I Bet I Could Scare You

Word count: 3k

Tate Langdon x reader smut

description/warnings: smut with little plot, fingering (barely), handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, Emotional Tate because he’s a psycho 24/7 and I think that’s it. This is based off a recent dream I had. Oh also barely proofread so there’s probably (definitely) mistakes.

You had a long time fascination with the infamous Murder House. You couldn’t help it! Curious beyond belief about what the walls held inside, you had been planning ways to get into it for weeks now. It was currently sitting abandoned, a few window panes broken and Ivy beginning to grow over the bricks, trailing across it in waves of green. It looked absolutely beautiful, an aura of mystery and danger seemed to surround the place, but it just intrigued you more. What was that saying? Oh right. Curiosity killed the cat. 

Curious by nature, you couldn’t just not explore the house, having started with scoping out the perimeter, looking out for other people as you adventured around the side, finding your way into the backyard and exploring further. There was a beautiful gazebo set up in the backyard but as pretty as it was, the second you approached it, you felt an unexplainable sorrow, something that burrowed deep into your bones and left an ache in your chest. 

When you finally built up the nerve, you went inside. Stepping over the threshold of the door, a chill settled against you as you wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm.

That day you didn’t stay long, not even venturing upstairs to see what was hidden up there. You also didn’t go into the basement either. You left after only looking around on the ground floor, hearing what sounded like a whistle  down the hall and practically running back out the door, not looking back.

That was until curiosity got the better of you. You found yourself standing in the doorway once more before stepping inside, hands clenched tightly at your sides.

Today was the day you’d finally explore the rest of the house. Deciding that upstairs was probably less creepy of a start than the basement, you made your way up the stairs that creaked with each step. You winced at each minute sound, practically holding your breath as you finally reached the top steps. 

You wiped the cold sweat that had formed on your brow before continuing. Each door was thankfully open so you could see inside without having to open them individually. This was a beautiful house, and from the looks of it, the previous owners had just… abandoned everything and left. Weird, but you’d have to question that later. Maybe they died here? The question lingered in the back of your mind but you didn’t focus on it for too long when you heard shifting and what sounded like footsteps downstairs. 

Had someone followed you in?

Swallowing hard, you peeked down the staircase, seeing what appeared to be just the outline of a man. He didn’t appear threatening, but of course you had no real clue. He seemed to be dressed in an oversized sweater and ripped jeans. He had dirty blond hair and honestly seemed to be around your age. Was he some dumb boy who had seen you wander in here and decided to follow you to either scare you or… perhaps do something worse? 

Against your better judgment you began to creep down the large staircase, following the man just out of sight. You felt a need to keep your eyes on him. Like he’d disappear if you so much as blinked. The longer you followed him around the abandoned house, the more you realized that this was quite literally the dumbest thing you’d ever done. How everyone died in horror movies. Jesus, how stupid could you be?

Finally, you saw him walk to the entrance of the basement and go down the steps. That was it. You were not going down there. You made your way to the top of the stairs and looked down into unending darkness, trying to squint your eyes to see into it with no luck. You turned around to finally get out of there when you crashed into the chest of someone. A man. The man you’d been following for the past ten minutes.

His chocolatey brown eyes met yours with a softness you hadn’t expected from them. No matter, you let out a shrill scream, backing up away from the boy before nearly falling down the basement steps. In fact you would have fallen down them and probably broken your neck if he hadn’t reached out a hand to catch you. His hand was cold to the touch as it wrapped around your wrist and you noticed just how pale he was in comparison. A ghostly white..

He used his free hand that wasn’t gripping your wrist to cover your mouth to stop the scream that bubbled up from your throat. The noise died in your throat as you looked at him with a mix of shock and absolute fear. There was literally no one else here, this man could easily kill you if he wanted to.

You blinked a few times, trying to steady your breathing as he carefully tugged you away from the stairs to safety before letting go of you all together, giving you space.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, tone accusatory as he furrowed his brows in a gentle manner.

“I could ask you the same thing-“ You replied, raising a brow as a frown settled on your features. 

The boy opened his mouth to speak before pausing. Telling you wouldn’t prove to be easy, and you may even laugh at him in disbelief.

“I live around here-“ He lied. Well… was it really a lie if he had lived here? In this very house? Years ago..

“My name’s Tate.” He continued, looking at you expectantly as if this was some sort of normal, everyday interaction.

You told him your name, against better judgment, feeling drawn to him in an odd, messed up way. There was a sort of darkness in him. One similar to what lived inside of you. 

“Pretty.” He said offhandedly, seeming completely unbothered by the whole entire situation. What a strange being he was..

You shrugged at his comment, rolling your eyes a bit. If he was trying to flirt with you, it definitely wasn’t going to work. You didn’t get the hots for random people that followed you into an abandoned house… Despite how.. Cute they might be. 

Part of you questioned how exactly Tate appeared behind you so fast despite having seen him just walk down the steps in front of you. It sat in the back of your brain and you knew something about it all wasn’t right. The only problem was Tate was so charming you didn’t want to believe anything was wrong. You just wanted to stay blissfully oblivious for as long as possible.

And that’s exactly what you did. Over the coming weeks you and Tate grew closer, much to your surprise, and despite having a suspicion that he wasn’t exactly who he said he was, you decided to ignore it for now and just enjoy having him around. 

You knew something was up when he said he could only meet in the house. Not around the neighborhood or anywhere else. You knew then… You knew it but you didn’t want to face the fact that maybe the person you were talking to wasn’t exactly… Alive.

It was a hard concept to grasp at first, I mean.. One of your only friends just so happened to be a ghost? How does one just go about their life after learning that kind of information? You’d always believed in ghosts but you never knew they could be so… real. So apparent and able to communicate with you..

Today when you walked into the murder house, something was different. It was as if the spirits that resided there now knew what you had discovered about them, and they didn’t seem too happy about it.

Suspiciously you couldn’t find Tate. He wasn’t in the living room or kitchen like usual when the two of you would meet up and some searching around the house left you empty handed. It was as if he disappeared. 

With your only other option being the basement you made your way to the steps, swallowing back your anxiety as you tried to control your breathing. You stared down into the nothingness once more and just contemplated on if you should walk out of the house and never come back, knowing he wouldn’t be able to follow.

You took a step towards the first stair when you paused, feeling a presence behind you. Without turning around you knew exactly who it was.

You felt breathing against your neck and a cold hand brush against your own. He didn’t say anything, just stayed like that, waiting for you to speak.

“T-Tate?” You whispered, shivering at the feeling of him breathing down your neck. You were a bit uncomfortable but only because he was acting so different from his usual self.

“You know.” Was all he said, tone almost sounding hurt as he pulled away just a bit to cut all contact with your body.

Whipping around, you made eye contact with the boy, his own eyes dark and filled with a sort of sadness that you didn’t quite understand. A longing and a disappointment.

Your stomach dropped at his words. You know. About him being a ghost? Well, that was true. But how did he know? Had you been that obvious? 

You nodded slowly, never once breaking contact with his eyes, yours staring into his soul. “Mhm, I do.. I-“ You were at a loss for words, what exactly was there to say because you were completely stumped. 

“How?” Tate asked. You didn’t like how he used very few words, compared to his talkative self that could never seem to shut up. This Tate was different, darker. 

“I figured it out- it wasn’t- that hard.” You said, fidgeting with your hands nervously 

“You’re always so cold, you won’t meet me anywhere besides this house? The way you appeared behind me at the top of the stairs that first day I met you? I put it all together, Tate.”

Tate nodded, contemplating what to say.

“You’re smarter than I thought.” 

You weren’t sure if you should take that as a compliment or an insult, because it sure sounded like the latter.

“Thanks,” you replied, snarky. Your breathing had luckily calmed but the second he took a step forward it sped up again.

“Are you scared of me?”

“No.”

“I bet I could scare you.” He took another step towards you.

What exactly did he mean by that? 

You stood your ground as he towered over you, bodies almost flush against each other as you slowly looked up and met his eyes once more. 

He leaned down and captured your lips with his, kissing you softly. Despite the ghostly chill that rolled off of him, his lips were surprisingly warm and soft against your own and you found yourself closing your eyes and kissing back.

Tate deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around you as he gently ran his thumb down the small of your back, reveling in the way you arched away from the feeling closer to his chest.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you.” Tate whispered, leaning down and peppering kisses against your neck

A quiet moan slipped past your lips as you felt him gently grind his hips against you, the beginnings of a hard on definitely felt even through all your layers of clothing.

You cursed under your breath as you pulled Tate up for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip which caused him to whine softly. Were you really going to do this? Sleep with a ghost? The answer was hell yes.

You two tugged at each other's clothes as the kisses intensified tenfold, each trying to pull the other to the couch.

You pushed Tate back against the couch before climbing onto his lap, kissing him eagerly as your hands roamed his clothed chest.

Tate’s hands wrapped around to grip at your ass, pulling you closer to him as he arched up into you, rubbing his clothed erection against your already soaked pants.

He managed to get your shirt up and off of you before working on your bra, and much to your surprise he actually managed to get it off with little struggle. Hm. So not his first time, okay. You’d keep that in mind.

You then struggled to get his shirt up and off him before tossing it onto the floor, hands coming to run across his now bare chest, reveling in the way his muscles moved against your hands. 

Tate flipped the two of you over, getting on top of you and beginning to shimmy your pants down your legs and off your body, eyes widening at the wet spot in your panties.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked, panting as he fumbled with his belt before pulling it off and managing to get his jeans halfway down his thighs.

You furrowed your brows a bit. What an odd question..?

“Uh- no? Are you?” You decided to ask, but from the way he acted you presumed he wasn’t.

And just like you had expected Tate shook his head no, pulling you closer as he ripped your panties off in one harsh tug.

The fabric ripped from your skin hard, leaving a mark but you were too desperate to even worry about it at the moment.

“No I’m not you’re just- so wet-“ He panted, using his middle and first finger to part your folds, reveling in the way your slick coated his fingers.

“Well of course I am-“ you chuckled. Was he not familiar with how the female body worked? Maybe not.

You moaned softly as he thrust one finger into you, your home greedily sucking him in, to the knuckle and when he curled his finger upwards just the slightest bit, you were arching into the touch, desperate pleas leaving your lips for more. More more more. 

Tate chuckled, shaking his head “patience.” Yeah okay, screw that.

You pulled him down for another kiss as you dragged his boxers off of him, taking him into your hand and slowly stroking him to full hardness.

A quiet whine slipped from his lips as he pulled away just enough from your lips to make eye contact with you, urging his hips forward until his tip slid across your entrance, collecting some of your slick.

“Patience, remember?” You teased, brow raised as you chuckled softly, helping to guide him to your entrance before he pushed into you.

The slight pain from him stretching you out was a welcomed feeling which soon faded and turned into pleasure. He filled you up perfectly and you were able to feel each and every ride and bump of his cock.

Tate gripped onto your shoulders as he gave an experimental thrust, looking you over to make sure you weren’t in any pain.

“N-not hurting you, am I?” He asked, swallowing hard as he looked between the two of you, watching as your hole greedily swallowed his cock.

You gently cupped his cheek, pulling him down closer to you. You felt his hot breath against your cheek as he leaned into your palm.

“No, Tate. Feels so good- you feel so fucking good inside me, baby.” You groaned out and this seemed to trigger something inside of him because he steadied himself once more before pulling almost all the way out and slamming himself back in, balls slapping against your skin as he hit a spot inside you that made you seize up.

He seemed to like this reaction out of you because he did it again and again and again. Each time the air was knocked out of your lungs and you kept making pathetic little whines as he fucked you.

“‘Mine,” He growled as he thrust into you “All mine.” His tone was harsh but also a sense of desperation was hidden inside it as well. 

Your bodies rocked against each other, the air around you thick with the scent of sex and surely the other ghosts were not very happy with the two of you, but you couldn’t care less right now, you just knew you never wanted Tate to stop fucking you.

You clutched onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, leaving marks that would soon disappear thanks to him being a ghost. Much to your dismay though. You’d love to see him all marked up.

Tate’s thrusts became uneven quite quickly as his body trembled, his eyes giving you a look that said more than any words could. He was close. 

You reached down and circled your clit with your fingers, arching up and pushing his cock deeper inside you, practically hitting your service and a twinge of pain spiked through you, a shock to your senses but it also seemed to intensify the pleasure tenfold. 

“Fuck- Tate I’m close-“ You groaned out, your hips rocking against each others as he pounded into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he cried out, biting down onto your shoulder to conceal his grunts and groans.

You felt warmth burst inside you and by the way Tate froze, bucking weakly a few more times before nearly collapsing on you, you knew he had come. The feeling of his warmth filling you and how he replaced your fingers with his own, circling your clit roughly, you came, squeezing around him and milking him for all he had.

Tate gasped, wincing a bit at the over sensitivity that took hold of him in mere seconds after his release.

He pulled out of you and he panted before collapsing next to you on the couch, chest rising and falling heavily.

You pulled him into your arms, peppering kisses across his face as the two of you came down from your high.

A quiet chuckle bubbled up your throat until you could contain it no longer and begin to laugh almost hysterically, causing Tate to look at you, concerned. 

“What? What’s so funny?” He asked. Surely you weren’t laughing at him?

“I just-“ You tried to say through your fits of laughter.

“I just had sex with a ghost.” You laughed, wiping the tears that had formed in your eyes. 

Tate gave you a blank stare before nodding.

“Yup. Yeah you sure did.”

[yandereunsolved]

tw: yandere themes, murder, gore, minor suggestive themes

yandere James Patrick March who saw you walking through his hotel halls and had to have you all for himself.

yandere James Patrick March who threatens every entity in his hotel. If anyone so much as touches a hair on your head, they'll end up with a second death at the hands of a suave psychotic mass murderer.

yandere James Patrick March who leaves parts of dead bodies at your door as a present— like how a cat gives their owner a mouse as a sign of affection.

yandere James Patrick March who writes the most intimate and goery love letters to you. He signs off his initials 'JPM' with the blood of his victims. The longer he does it, the more likely it is that he's signed it with his own blood.

yandere James Patrick March who doesn't let you leave, even if you don't realize why. Oh, you are in the city for only a night? Suddenly, everyone you love and care about is sending you text messages about how they don't need how— how you should stay there. You can't pay? The mysterious owner of the hotel has waved all the fees. Your stay is free as long as you are here. Need a job?The hotel has a position has a maid. It's so easy. You barely have any rooms to clean. Are you scared of the hotel? Every ghost (and the handful of living people) are incredibly nice to you. They treat you like a god(dess).

yandere James Patrick March who watches you from the shadows. Whether you be searching for the ice machine or just exploring. He's always there. His eyes analyzing you like a predator who found their favorite prey. He's memorized every curve of your body and every preference of yours.

yandere James Patrick March who protects you while you explore. He's possessive. He's gotta make sure the Countess doesn't get her hands on you. He's gotta make sure that no ghost touches you. He's gotta make sure. Just incase.

yandere James Patrick March who refuses to reveal himself to you as of yet. He adores watching those cogs in your mind turn.

yandere James Patrick March who is obsessed with watching your complex range of emotions. Happiness. Sadness. Anger. Fear. Love. Lust. Adoration. Obsession. Need. Carnal need. All those precious, precious feelings. He needs to see all of those emotions on your delectable little features.

yandere James Patrick March who buys his darling the most expensive delicacies the world can offer. He places them right in front of you when you aren't looking. They always have bloody utensils with them. Just to remind you who it is that you belong to. What he is able to do to anyone that crosses the either of you.

yandere James Patrick March who always kills his victims in your vicinity. When you are sleeping he kills one of them in the next room. It makes his blood pump— thinking about that fearful expression you must be making. That small quiver on your addictive lips that he has not yet had the pleasure to taste. How tempting you must look in your night clothes. Of course, he's a gentleman. He makes sure that you get enough sleep beforehand. He doesn't want his precious jewel having sleep deprivation.

yandere James Patrick March who reveals himself to you right after a fresh kill. Blood is dripping down his bare chest, his pants are slightly unbuttoned, and his boxers are hugging his v-line. He flashes you his award winning smile. He gets down on one knee and presents you with the heart of his latest victim.

yandere James Patrick March who allows himself to indulge in your horrified shrieks. Who wants nothing more than to take you right then and there. Who wants to see the blood all over both of your bodies. Who wants to leaves long lasting marks that will scar you physically and mentally.

yandere James Patrick March who confesses this undying love to you in that very moment. He wants nothing more than to have you in his grasp— hugging, kissing, cuddling, choking, cutting, killing... and everything else in-between.

yandere James Patrick March who will never force himself upon you. He will preach his undying love and manipulate you, but never soil you with unwanted touches. Perhaps a few cuts, though. He sees those things as vastly different.

yandere James Patrick March who left you quickly as he came. He placed the heart on your bed and was gone in the blink of an eye.

yandere James Patrick March who periodically visits you from then on. Sometimes he gifts you things and others he does his best to spark up conversations.

yandere James Patrick March who will gladly threaten you with a weapon to get you to talk to him. He would actually be over the moon. Your fear is intoxicating to him. It makes him all giddy inside. He feels alive.

yandere James Patrick March who always gets that high from you. That special feeling he so zealously covets. That thing that trumps that special high he gets when killing. He's addicted. Addicted to you and your very presence.

yandere James Patrick March who will invite you to private dinners. Who will wear his finest clothing. Then he addresses your concerns and fully tells you everything. He tells you of how he has courted you and of how he confessed his love. He speaks with hearts in his eyes. If you disagree or break his trance... your inevitable death will come much sooner than expected.

yandere James Patrick March who then demands you cut off contact with anyone who presents as male. He doesn't want anyone having a chance with you. He's almost like a toddler in that way. A murderous toddler with a mustache.

yandere James Patrick March who is a dangerous man who lusts after power. A man that has only one weakness— you being able to step out of the hotel. This is only a momentary weakness. Another step in his plan. Do not play the 'I can leave and you can't' card too many times. Lest it fall from your hand and James picks it up.

yandere James Patrick March who immediately moves you into his, now your..., private suite.

yandere James Patrick March who leaves different pieces of clothing he'd like to see you in on your shared bed.

yandere James Patrick March who asks you how he should kill his next victim.

yandere James Patrick March who is ready to make you his eternal bride/groom/partner.

yandere James Patrick March who always makes sure not to scare you too much. His version of too much, mind you. At least until he's trapped you in here for all eternity with him. There's no need for him to rush things. He has all the time in the world.

[violet-harmon2011]

the evans as lana songs

tate langdon: born to die

kit walker: blue jeans

kyle spencer: sad girl

jimmy darling: A&W

james patrick march: million dollar man

rory monahan: high by the beach

kai anderson: ultraviolence

peter maximoff: video games

warren lipka: money power glory

alex (adult world): brooklyn baby

colin zabel: playing dangerous

[multifandomfix]

Getting Caught Having Sex With Jude Martin Would Include

Jude would definitely want to keep her affair with you a secret. She’s not going to do anything that will increase your chances of being caught, but…shit happens.

If the Monsignor catches you, Jude will freeze. She wouldn’t know what to do, knowing she can’t possibly talk her way out of the situation. She’ll just have to hope she won’t be removed from her position at the asylum or worse, be admitted to Briarcliff.

If Lana or another patient were to catch you, Jude would track them down and administer whatever punishment she saw fit to ensure they either wouldn’t tell or wouldn’t remember.

If it’s Sister Mary Eunice (after her possession) who catches you, she’ll flash you both a wicked grin, maybe say something about the two of you being ‘dirty sinners’ and then just allow you to continue.

If you get caught by anyone, she’ll call things off, at least for a while, until she’s able to do damage control. Then, there will come a time where she can’t resist and she’ll come back to you.

For anon

Jude Martin: @brienneseveruscalaway, @derry-n, @bluenystic, @peggycarter-steverogers, @mars-rivers, @gothtrash6969, @callsigncrash, @words-of-holly, @somelonelywriter

[lua-bunny]

Headcanons - Tate Langdon

imagine this as an AU where Tate just died, but didn't do the school massacre, because....too sensitive to imagine!

The reader is gender neutral!

Tate alive (90s)

-He carries one of your hair ties or a bracelet on his own wrist. He randomly stole from you one day and you never noticed. If you eventually notice, he will tell you that he likes to carry a part of you with him.

-He loves skipping school and would make you skip school to be with him.

-He would hate to go to the prom, but if it's important to you, he'll make an effort and go.

-He would probably take a while to tell you he loves you because he thinks it is initially a sign of weakness.

-He is intelligent, but not the kind of school intelligence, but rather specific, things he learned in life with his interests.

-He listens to Nirvana, a lot, and he'd be really happy if you liked Kurt or something.

-He probably fell in love for you very easily, before you even knew who he was.

-If you're one of those persons who likes rock music and has a piercing, a tatto or something like that, this guy will fall at your feet, easily.

-He hates being yelled at. It reminds him of Constance and his stepfather and he hates them. It doesn't stop him from screaming or anything, but he definitely cries afterwards.

-This boy is JEALOUS. If you were a popular person, like a cheerleader or a player, maybe a band singer, he would freak out over all the applause and attention you get.

-He's weird, so he'd probably dedicate some song with questionable lyrics, or some Russian movie about cannibalism and he'd hope you loved it as much as he did.

-He would never invite you to his house. He would also never tell his family that you are more then a friend. Not out of shame for you, but out of shame for his family.

-He would let you paint his nails black (just black) and he would help you paint your nails. He also agrees to do your makeup if you want to or let you do black smoky eyes (even if he pretends to hate it).

-He would probably write you cute notes and put them in your coat, your bag or even in your car

-If you were a fan of horror films, he would curate with you which film is the bloodiest. If you were scared, he would put some weaker scary movies on TV and hug you so you wouldn't be scared.

-He's terrible with feelings. He feels like everyone hates him, and he feels like he hates everyone. You'd basically be the only exception, but it means he'll never really let you go.

-He has a lot of sadness and repressed anger (taking into account that in this AU he never killed anyone) so he would be someone quite unstable, he would probably have borderline or bipolar depression, but he wouldn't go to any psychologist.

-He is really unique (especially in the 90s) so it would really be difficult to find someone like Tate.

-He is definitely a pathological liar. He will lie for small and useless things. that you will never discover and that in the end will become true in the story you remember.

Tate dead (Murder house season)

-He doesn't understand the concept of privacy. He doesn't care about looking at your cell phone, or your computer, saying personal things about you to your friends or parents and he doesn't understand you wanting to do things without him/without telling him. If you date him, he literally wants to be attached to your hip. As if you shared the same life.

-He HATES you having parties at Murder House or having your friends over. He will always complain about not getting attention and about how idiots all your friends are.

-Like I said, he's not good with feelings, so the only way he can express himself is by crying. He cries. A LOT. And he always expects you to comfort him (he would also use this to manipulate you if he did something bad)

-He likes to be validated. He's never received this from anyone so if you say nice things to Tate, he'll definitely love it (and probably cry)

-He likes listening more than talking. So sometimes he will sit on your bed, cross his legs and listen to you talking about anything for hours.

-He really likes contact. Be it sleeping hugging you, kissing you, or placing a hand on your thigh . He will always have one finger touching you.

-He will recommend you books, movies, songs and he expects you to like to them all and tell him about them.

-If he is angry about something or someone, he would like to be hugged like the little spoon and have his hair stroked while he complains about something that upset him, eventually, he would get angrier and knock over one of your decorations, or he would punch something, but he would always cry about it (Tate is a good cry baby)

-He would like to hide in places you couldn't predict to watch you. He likes to do this while you sleep, or while you're in the bathtub, just to make sure you're alive and well.

-He hates being trapped in that house so he would never want you to be trapped. He would like you to stay in the house because you want to and not because the supernatural trapped you there.

-He would hate the fact that you have to go to school/college/work because it means he can't check up on you and that you could be in danger.

-He's a bit obsessed with hair. He would love to touch your hair and he would love for you to touch his too.

-He would make very specific and different compliments, never obvious things. "I like the shape of your face", "the smell of your hair is good", "I like your accent", all those things.

-If you smoke, drink or something like that, he will get angry, because that means you can die outside the house and leave him, or die inside the house and get angry with him.

-He protects you from the other ghosts in the house and even from his own mother (who keeps invading your home).

-He would find a thousand things to do with you on Halloween, since it's the only day he can leave Murder House. He would like to do things that make you seem like a normal couple, for you.

-Since he can't be your boyfriend in public, he would like some matching jewelry, some tatto, anything to show that you were his and vice versa.

-He usually feels what you are feeling. If you are angry with someone, he is too, if you are sad with someone, he is too, and so on.

[redroses07]

[lemoniiiiiii]

REACTIONS TO YOU WEARING THEIR JERSEY HEADCANONS

(NSFW) tate | kyle | warren

a/n: some of these might be ooc idk... PLEASE FEEL FREE TO WRITE FICS ABOUT THIS PLEASEEE

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TATE LANGDON

• would act mildly intrigued but overall indifferent

• "adorable, you look like one of those jock groupies"

• in reality he loves it (and will be thinking about it for days)

• i mean you're literally telling anyone who looks at you that you're his

• "you look so pretty with my name on you..."

• will jerk off to the idea of fucking you in it when you're not around

KYLE SPENCER

• will not make a move on you first but if you do, he'll get the hardest boner he's ever had

• other guys minds would go to something sexual, kyle's mind goes to how sweet you are for wanting to show your support

• will ask you if you're cold and insist on you putting on his varsity jacket cause he's obsessed with how you look in it

• promises he'll continue to do well during the season so you can be proud of repping him

• "wearin' this for me? i'm honored"

• especially if you whisper praises in his ear related to how well he played in his last game

WARREN LIPKA

• immediate boner, no shame at all

• "that's so fuckin' hot- c'mere"

• this boosts his ego like 100000%

• fucks you in doggystyle so he can see his name on your back while he just absolutely ravages you

• will rave about it to spencer later (when he's high so yk he'll blab away abt how sexy you looked and how much he loves you)

• forces you to wear it to all his games so he can show you off to his teammates (he hates them)

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