#americanhorrorstoryimagine

[hollywillows]

can you write something with dating young Michael Langdon in the murder house? And the reader is a ghost that lives there and is also super close with Violet?

alive - young!michael langdon x gender neutral!reader

this is my first time writing for michael, but i love him so much 🥺 i’d love to do more ahs imagines

you didn’t expect to fall for him. you knew the history of the house, and you knew that the crimson-haired boy was the son of tate and vivien. but it seemed that all thoughts escaped your mind when you saw him.

ever since dying in the murder house, you’d been lonely. it wasn’t until violet harmon and the rest of the harmon family moved in that you found friends. you only spoke to violet, who shared your music taste and dry sense of humor.

though you’d tried to warn her about tate, she fell for him quickly. it broke your heart, knowing his past, but you had to support your friend in the choice. after all, she was the only friend you had.

everyone in the house was neutral towards you. you hadn’t managed to make any enemies, but you also hadn’t really managed to make any friends. the simple thing about the inhabitants of the house was that each and every one of them was selfish. selfish towards their own desires, their own pasts, their own deaths, and their own failures. although you had to spend eternity with them, you didn’t have to spend eternity hearing about their failed relationships or their inner struggles.

when the harmon family died, you expected them to continue scaring away any of the newcomers that entered the house. it reigned true for the most part, and the house was vacant, save for the ghosts that inhabited it.

that was when constance langdon committed suicide in the house, something you couldn’t say you didn’t see coming. constance was certainly a character, and you inwardly chuckled at the thought of all of the chaos she would conjur with the other ghosts.

after her death, a boy came into the house. you pitied him, and your heart ached at the sight of his sorrow. you lowered to your knees, placing a comforting hand on his back. he recoiled, his wide, tear-filled eyes scanning your face.

“are you.. are you michael?” you asked, seeing the resemblance he bore with viven. he nodded, and in his moment of sorrow he almost mimicked a lost puppy. “hi, michael, i’m y/n. constance was your grandmother, right?” he nodded again, his breaths evening out.

his brows furrowed. “how.. how do you know me?”

“i died a long time ago, i’m a ghost here.” you explained, assuming he’d already known that ghosts filled the halls of the murder house.

michael looked back up at constance. “does that mean she’s a ghost now too? why won’t she come see me?”

you frowned. “us ghosts can choose when we want to make ourselves visible. maybe she’s just not ready for you to see her yet.”

he sniffled, shaking his head. “she doesn’t want to see me?” he put his head in his hands, wiping his tears. “who did you say you were again?”

“someone who wants to be seen.”

-

you sat on the floor of the attic next to michael as he skimmed through your old photos. you had pictures of yourself, of violet, of you and violet, and of many of the other ghosts of the house. “once you’ve been here a while, you start collecting.” you told him. “as each person comes and goes, they take out the items of previous owners. but, no one ever touches anything in the attic.”

he took out a poker chip, a watch, a necklace, and a shriveled up flower. “is this..?”

“the black dahlia’s flower.” you confirmed, watching as his eyes widened.

“so.. how long have you been here?” michael asked, setting down the memorabilia.

you shrugged. “i’ve lost track of time. i died in 1985.”

“you look pretty good for, what, 40?” he asked with an amused grin.

laughing, you nudged his shoulder with yours, shaking your head. “thanks.” you looked down at your fingernails, sighing. “you really shouldn’t be here, michael.”

he shook his head. “i can’t leave until grandma shows herself to me.”

“michael, the people here aren’t going to take too kindly to you. your father and mother included.”

he shook his head. “they’ve never even met me.”

“you’re still in danger.” you pressed, not wanting the boy to get hurt. “please, michael, you’re not safe here.”

he didn’t want to leave, but he saw the fear in your eyes and listened. he came back the next day, and the next, and the next. ben harmon took him under his wing and taught him various skills. he’d determined that michael was a genius, and you watched as he mastered chess, baseball, and math.

your meetings with michael became constant, and you were laying on the floor of an extra bedroom with him when your hands brushed each other. you felt a fire in your skin, and it made you feel, for the first time since your death, alive.

michael seemed to have felt it too, because he found it his job to always be touching you. hugs became common, and his hugs were truly the best. he wad taller than you, so your head rested perfectly on his chest, his arms around your waist. when you weren’t hugging, he would want you to play with his hair. he’d rest his head on your lap while you’d read a book, and he’d smile contentedly when you’d tangle your fingers in his locks.

your relationship with michael was innocent and sweet, but, soon you found you spent more time with him than you even spent with violet.

he was intelligent, he always had a story to tell. he loved to read, or for you to read to him, and he especially loved when you’d tell him stories of your own. he loved hearing about what your life was like before you’d died, before you’d ever entered the house.

although you knew you shouldn’t, you felt yourself falling for him more and more every day. you just didn’t think you’d ever lose him.

[walkingdeadfan25]

michael langdon imagines 𖤐₊˚. (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/BJpONoBnRT some imagines that i really liked of michael langdon. *** (i'll be giving credit to the authors and posting their @'s for you guys to read more of their stories) cc: @mapreza1

[hollywillows]

can u do an xavier x reader? the reader finds out xaviers dead and she doesn’t want to leave him but he makes her so she finally goes but rigjt before she leaves she gets killed? so really angsty but ends w a happy ending?

thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy this 🤍this is my first time writing for xavier <3 also, i don’t think any pronouns were used for the reader in this imagine, so you can picture anyone you like

forever - xavier plympton x reader

you’d teased xavier when he asked you to be a camp counselor with him. “seriously, x? summer camp? what are you, twelve?”

he chuckled and shook his head. “very funny. it’s easy money, and, you never know, it could be fun.”

“fun?” you raised a brow. “yeah, i’d rather not spend all of my summer teaching sticky kids how to make friendship bracelets for other kids they’ll never meet again.”

xavier handed you your aerobics bag, raising his hands in defense. “i’m just saying, you’ll miss me too much if you stay here.”

“oh, will i?” you countered, a smile playing on your lips. your relationship with xavier had always been complicated. the mutual pining and casual teasing from the two of you drove your friends insane, and they never understood why the two of you didn’t just date.

xavier wrapped an arm over your shoulders, leading you out of the studio. “we’re all putting our lives on hold for this, but it’s gonna be worth it!”

“fine,” you gave in, watching him punch the air in victory, “i’ll go to your stupid camp.”

things had started off alright enough; you giving xavier directions in the car while playfully teasing the over-confident chet. it wasn’t until the car hit someone that you realized things were going downhill.

“we can’t leave him here.” brooke said, kneeling down to help him. you helped her get him into the car, reasoning that you were close enough to the camp to get him help there.

when you pulled up to the camp’s entrance, you had to admit that something felt wrong. camp redwood the sign above you read. you bit your lip, looking over at xavier. you had no idea what you were getting into.

you had to admit that you were spooked by margaret’s story. “this is just great,” you said to xavier, “we’re on the set of friday the 13th!”

for the rest of the night, you were on edge. things really went to shit, though, when the serial killers showed up. mr. jingles, as far as you knew, was at the camp somewhere. the whole night became a blur, and you could remember the fire, xavier’s burned skin, and getting knocked out.

you woke up in a bed in a cabin by yourself, slowly sitting up. your eyes adjusted to the darkness, scanning your surroundings to confirm that you were alone. “xavier?” you groaned, putting a hand to your aching head.

he then came into view, kneeling on the ground next to you. “hey,” he said softly, reaching out for one of your hands, “you’re okay. you passed out, i brought you here.”

you say back up, looking over at him. you brought a hand up to his cheek, your eyes scanning his face. “what.. what happened to your face?”

the burns that had covered his face before were gone, and his skin was, once more, perfect and in tact.

xavier smiled, tilting his head to gently kiss your palm. “the burns went away!” he said happily, looking up at you.

your brows furrowed in confusion as you shook your head. “what? how?”

his smile fell, and he avoided your gaze. “y/n.. i think.. i think i died. and i think i’m a ghost.”

you tilted your head to the side. “how is that even.. how is that possible?”

“all i remember is i saved margaret’s life, and then, next thing i knew, the bitch stabbed me. i woke up in the forest all alone, and i came here to find you.”

you shook your head, trying to comprehend all of that. “but.. how could that even..” he took both of your hands in his.

“i don’t know.” he replied. “but you have to get out of here. margaret is dangerous, and she’s killing all of us in some killing spree. not to mention jingles being out here somewhere.”

“no.” you replied, shaking your head. “no, xavier, i’m not leaving you here.”

he frowned. “and i can’t let you die.”

you bit your lip, sniffing as tears began to cloud your vision. “i can’t just leave you here. not when i’m in love with you.”

xavier’s eyes widened at your confession, and he put a hand on your knee. “i love you, too. that’s why i can’t let you stay here. you’re in danger. you need to go and live your life, not waste it on me.”

“i don’t want to live my life without you in it.”

“y/n, no, you’re just saying that-“

“no, i’m not.” you said firmly, a tear falling down your cheek. “xavier i can’t leave this place knowing that you’re stuck here. i can’t.”

his gaze softened. “yes, you can.” he said with a smile, wiping a tear from your face. “yes, you can.” he repeated as you shook your head. “it’s my fault you’re here to begin with, and i wouldn’t be able to ever forgive myself if you got hurt because of me. please go.”

you looked down at him, feeling your heart ache. “i don’t want to leave you.”

xavier smiled. “it’s okay,” he said, “once you’re out of here you can call the cops, maybe get someone to come save everyone that’s still alive. i’ll be okay.”

reluctantly, you nodded. “okay.”

he walked with you to the entrance, looking out at the road before looking back down at you. “i love you.” he said, a hand cupping your cheek. you leaned up, removing the distance between the two of you. his lips felt cold against yours, as did the rest of his body.

“i love you, too.” you said as you pulled away. if you didn’t, you were worried you wouldn’t ever want to leave him.

as you took a step forward, something rattled in the bushes. an arrow, the same as the ones xavier had used to fight, and temporarily kill jingles, hit you in the chest.

you gasped as your knees gave out, and you fell into xavier’s arms. “no, no no no.” he whispered, eyes scanning your body and the arrow that stuck out of it. “you’re going to be okay.” he said, though it sounded like he was convincing himself more than he was convincing you.

“it’s okay!” you said, smiling up at him despite the pain in your chest. “it’s okay, xavier, i’m okay!”

he shook his head, holding you close. “i’m so sorry, this is all my fault.”

you coughed as you shook your head, resting your head on his lap as you closed your eyes. xavier shook you once you stopped breathing, his eyes wide. “y/n, please wake up, please..”

your ghost appeared infront of him, and he looked up at you. “i’m so sorry.” he said, standing. “this never would’ve happened if i hadn’t asked you to come with me here.”

“x, it’s fine.” you smiled, wiping his tears. “i’m here with you, and that’s all i’ve ever wanted.”

he looked down at you, a small smile creeping onto his face. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you said as you pressed your lips to his, feeling your body warm up again. “forever.”

[hollywillows]

friends like me - michael langdon x gn witch!reader

i’m thinking about potentially making a michael langdon series out of this?? let me know what you guys think! my requests are open <3

being a witch wasn’t ever easy. although you got to learn spells and wield magic, it wasn’t anything like the hogwarts you’d always envisioned. firstly, you had to leave your family, which was fine, but you also had to leave michael, your boyfriend.

you had lived in los angeles with your parents, right across the street from the infamous murder house. you’d eye it every day on the way home from school, always wondering if one day you’d be lucky enough to spot a ghost inside.

instead of running into a ghost, you ran into a boy. he had strawberry blonde hair, a light blue t-shirt, and bright blue eyes. and you’d literally run into him. he was sweet, and you’d asked why he was going into the house.

“my grandma lives there.” he’d said to you simply, walking past you with a smile and a wave before entering the house, which was most definitely off limits.

something about michael, about his disregard for rules, or his smile, or his kindness drew you in. maybe it was a collection of the three. but he was all that was on your mind.

from then on, you walked home from school. it increased your chances of seeing michael, who walked to the murder house every single day at the same time you got home. you had to admit that there was something suspicious about it, but you honestly didn’t care much.

“so, does your grandma own the house?” you asked him one day, sitting on your doorstep.

he shrugged, his strawberry locks shaking slightly. “i have friends there.” he said simply, without any further explanation.

after a while of casually talking with michael, he invited you into his house. he lived alone, right next door to the murder house. you found it odd that he was a teenager living by himself, but that was just another thing to be added to the list of things that were odd about michael.

“so, what do you like to do for fun?” you asked him as you sat down on his bed.

he sat on the floor in front of the bed, taking out miscellaneous electronics from a small bin. “normally i just play video games.” he said, handing you a controller.

you spent the rest of the day learning how to play various games with michael, which you had to admit was loads of fun. after a while of playing mario, you stopped playing to carefully run your fingers through his hair.

“that feels nice.” he said calmly, resting his head on your lap. you smiled down at him, watching him concentrate on his game from his position on the floor.

it wasn’t until a few weeks later that you and michael exchanged your first kiss. it was simple, nothing too extraordinary. but it was perfect, and it was the start of your relationship.

the relationship was cut short by a visit from cordelia goode, who informed you that you were a young witch. without so much as the ability to say goodbye to michael, you were off to new orleans to learn how to contain and use your powers.

there, you met the rest of the witches, who you grew close to quickly. after fighting off many various demons, finding the witch supreme, and even more tasks, your coven had been restored to the best it could be.

“so, why, exactly, are we going to see the warlocks?” you asked zoe, myrtle, and cordelia as you boarded the plane.

“because they believe they’ve found a supreme.”

you had to stop yourself from laughing, covering your mouth with your hand. “a male supreme?”

despite your joined disbelief, you and the other witches arrived at hawthorne school. after speaking to the head warlocks, it was clear that cordelia had come to the conclusion that their boy wonder wasn’t as powerful as they thought.

while you and your witch accomplices walked outside in the burning heat, a figure approached. the boy wonder himself, flanked by queenie and madison. while cordelia fainted due to seeing the presumed gone for good witches again, you were about to faint for another reason.

michael.

[hollywillows]

hollywillows’ masterlist

welcome to my master list! this is a compilation of all of my works and writings on tumblr. anything else can be found on my wattpad, linked here

spencer reid

thanksgiving - spencer reid x gender neutral!reader

convicted - spencer reid x gender neutral! reader

peter parker

stark on wattpad

goodbye, peter - peter parker x female!reader

yes - peter parker x female!reader

we’ll be okay - peter parker x stark!reader

last kiss - peter parker x gender neutral! reader

pietro maximoff

speed boy - pietro maximoff x gn!reader

quick - pietro maximoff x fem!stark reader

quick part two

marc spector

moondance on wattpad

worthy - marc spector x reader

steven grant

tate langdon

afraid- tate langdon x female!reader

jimmy darling

michael langdon

alive - young!michael langdon x gender neutral! reader

friends like me - michael langdon x gender neutral witch!reader

xavier plympton

forever - xavier plympton x gender neutral! reader

it and stranger things imagines on wattpad

steve harrington

wires on wattpad

you’re dead, harrington - steve harrington x henderson!reader

behind my back - steve harrington x henderson!reader

jack dylan grazer

cruise - jack dylan grazer x female!reader

cedric diggory

christmas - cedric diggory x hufflepuff!reader

the black lake - cedric diggory x female!reader

girlfriend - cedric diggory x slytherin!reader

joshua bassett

cheering up - joshua basset x female!reader

the maze runner

caution on wattpad

harry styles

dunkirk imagines on wattpad

winner - harry styles x gender neutral!reader

welcome home - harry styles x gn!reader

the moments - harry styles x fem!reader

says you - harry styles x gn!reader

in the crowd - harry styles x fem!reader

eighteen - harry styles x (implied)fem!reader

happiest i’ve been - harry styles x gn!reader

pretty - harry styles x (implied)fem!reader

sunflower, vol. 6 - harry styles x gn!reader

neil perry (dead poets society)

landslide on wattpad

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw (top gun: maverick)

automatic stop on wattpad

lose you - rooster bradshaw x pilot!reader

will turner (pirates of the caribbean)

sunlight on wattpad

[hollywillows]

hi so i want to get back to writing more variety! let me know through comments, messages, or my inbox if you have any requests! i’ll especially take cedric diggory requests, i love him. i also write for stranger things, it, marvel, and honestly anything else. requests for me are always open!

[hollywillows]

afraid - tate langdon x reader

“it’s cold.” tate complained, pouting his lower lip out. “come back, y/n.” the boy looked adorable, but you couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty for wiggling out of his warm grasp.

“you’re cold, huh?” you chuckle, looking over at your boyfriend’s pretend-sad face. you slowly stretch your arm out and begin to play with his dirty blonde locks.

now, the thing about tate’s hair is that it’s so soft. even softer than it looks. it can get a little stringy when he doesn’t wash it, but wrapping it around your fingers was a habit you would never stop. while you kissed, while he slept, while he read books with you, and, now, while he lay on what used to be his own bed.

“i think i’m in love with you.” you suddenly blurted, causing tate’s closing eyes to open wide. “but it scares me sometimes.” the boy sat up immediately, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he held you close to his side. “it’s not that i’m afraid of you.” you assure him. “i just know that this house.. this place.. what happens if i have to move.” you worry. “i don’t want to leave you, tate.”

“you won’t have to.” tate says, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “i love you, y/n. i won’t let you leave me.” tate pauses for a minute, avoiding your gaze before looking back into your eyes. “i’ll stay with you always. if that’s what you’d like.” you softly nod, leaning into tate’s warm hold.

“i would like that.” a few moments of sweet silence ensue before you respond. “you still cold?” you ask him, receiving a tired nod in return. “lay down.” you tell tate, the boy doing as you say. wrapping your arms around his skinny torso, you hold him in your embrace. his hair is now sprawled onto the sheets, bits of it touching your nose. “i love you, tate.”

[walkingdeadfan25]

michael langdon imagines 𖤐₊˚. (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/TGEwNruoRT some imagines that i really liked of michael langdon. *** (i'll be giving credit to the authors and posting their @'s for you guys to read more of their stories) cc: @mapreza1

[walkingdeadfan25]

michael langdon imagines 𖤐₊˚. (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/NogARAuoRT some imagines that i really liked of michael langdon. *** (i'll be giving credit to the authors and posting their @'s for you guys to read more of their stories) cc: @mapreza1