#tate langdon journal

[hadeelvit]

and heres a tate journal page version !

[deadgirl-violet]

Made by me

[g0negrll]

lifeee

[hearts4hughes]

nosey - tate langdon x fem!reader

WARNINGS: mdni ; smut ; oral (f receiving) ; fingering ; degradation

A/N: enjoy this 😁

sunlight sneaks through the curtains in your room, illuminating your sleeping figure. you stir slightly and stretch, but continue to keep your eyes closed.

tate sits crisscrossed next to you on your bed. he looks over his shoulder at you as you begin to awake. he smiles and gets back to his reading.

tate was the ghost boy who lived in your house. you were skeptical at first. a cute teenage boy who was telling you that he was forever tied to your house? that’s insane… right?

but as he began to appear out of thin air to talk to you or listen to music, it seemed incredibly real. that’s how the two of you became best friends. he shared similar interests with you that no one else had. he was dark and dressed like kurt cobain and that drew you to him even further. he hid his past from you, shielding you away from the dark that shadowed his entire existence. it didn’t bother you much considering you were keeping some secrets from him as well. now, as he sat on your bed, he flipped through all those secrets.

it wasn’t his fault that you kept your diary on your nightstand.

you blinked the sleep out of your eyes as they adjusted to the light. ���tate?” you mumbled, your voice heavy with sleep. his clad striped sweater back was facing you as he was hunched over reading intently. “what are you doing?”

“morning sunshine.” he turned his head to face you. “dream about me again?” he smirked.

again? what did he mean again?

“what are you talking about?” you rasped, sitting up with furrowed brows. you leaned over to see what tate was holding in his hands and your heart dropped. “oh my god, tate!” you shrieked, grabbing the glittery pink journal out of his hands. you slammed it shut and threw it across the room. he looked smug as ever as you began to freak out.

the blood from your face drained as memories flooded your mind of other things written in that damn book. wet dreams, love confessions, describing how he looked in such detail; god, he must think you’re a creep.

“relax, i was just catching up on my reading.” he simply stated. his eyes wandered over your face, taking in your flushed features. “and i have a right to read that, considering i’m the main character in most of your little stories.”

your eyes shot daggers at him. “fuck you! those aren’t ‘little stories’, they’re my private thoughts! and you have zero right to read them like they’re the sunday morning paper!”

“well i, for one, give you five stars on your writing. i seriously never knew that hazel appeared in my eyes when the sunlight hit them.” he teased with a boyish grin.

your face went from pink to a deep maroon. you clapped your hands over your face and avoided eye contact with the ghost.

“and those dreams were, woah,” he huffed out in a mocking tone. “some seriously got me riled up.” he mocked. you pushed at his chest, mumbling something along the lines of ‘shut the fuck up’. “it’s nothing to be embarrassed of, babe. i’m sure if i could dream, i’d dream about fucking you into oblivion too.”

“our friendship is officially over.” your voice was high-pitched and your face was warm with embarrassment. “i’m never talking to you ever again.” you tried to stand up from your bed, but tate’s hand locked around your wrist and pulled you back. swiftly, he trapped you under his body with your wrists above your head.

“well, what i’m about to do to you might not need many words, anyway.”

before you could argue, his lips were on yours. his tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned in surprise. it wasn’t long before you began moving your mouth against his. he settled is weight on top of you, an unmistakable hardness pressing against your pajama pants.

you subconsciously rutted your hips up against his. the friction sent a spark of pleasure through your body. warmth settled between your legs at the movement.

“you’re so needy,” he murmured against your lips. he started grinding his hips into yours, creating more pleasure than you could imagine. you broke from the kiss, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy. he took the opportunity to press open mouthed kisses to your jugular. “gonna make you feel even better than you could ever dream of.”

goosebumps rose on your skin as he moved down your body, pressing kisses along your exposed skin. he stopped when he hovered over your core, slipping your pants down your smooth legs. he let out a smug chuckle when he realized you weren’t wearing underwear.

“it’s like you knew this was going to happen.” he tsked. “such a slutty girl.” he wasted no time as his tongue licked a stripe through your folds. he moaned at the taste of you. “you’re so wet, baby.” he latched his tongue onto your bundle of nerves and sucked. your mouth was agape. you couldn’t even form coherent thoughts let alone words as he feasted on you.

his tongue began poking at your entrance, causing your hips to buck up. his nose knocked your clit making your eyes roll. that’s when he began to push his tongue inside your tight hole. his hands splayed on your thighs, holding them open as he had his way with you.

he pulled his face away from your core. your slick was covering his mouth and chin. he smirked as he saw you. “is this all you’ve ever imagined? all you’ve ever dreamed of?”

you nodded and whimpered when he abruptly pushed two of his fingers inside you. he curled and thrusted them in at a relentless pace. “words, darling. use your words or i’ll stop.”

“yes!” you blurted out at the threat of him stopping. “making me feel so good.”

“that’s right, baby.” he moved his digits faster in and out of you. your walls clenched around his thick fingers. “making you feel good like the little slut you are. i would bet that you’ve even touched yourself at the thought of this before. haven’t you?”

“yes, i have.” your words were whiney and desperate as you approached your high. you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, as long as tate kept doing what he was doing.

“such a little slut for me.” his eyes were trained where your pussy sucked his fingers in. the squelching sounds only adding to the pleasure. he started rutted his hips against your mattress, trying to relieve some of his aching.

then, as his lips returned to your puffy clit, you came. the knot untangled in your stomach and like a fountain, your release soaked his face. you had never done that before.

“didnt know you were a squirter, but now that i do know, we aren’t stopping.”

[yandereunsolved]

tw(s): yandere themes, reference to sa, murder, mention of possible suicide

yandere Tate Langdon who first saw you when you moved in with your family. He was sitting outside listening to Hayden rant about Ben for the umpteenth time. It was like that hole that had been ripped in his soul by Violet was repaired. No, you seemed so different from her. Violet's heart called out to him but your soul screams for his loving caress.

yandere Tate Langdon who is immediately blocked by Violet and her mother when he tries to see you better. Both are insistent that he stays away from you. They bother threaten him but he's only half listening. He's standing on his tiptoes looking through his your our window. He practically has hearts in his eyes.

yandere Tate Langdon who is consistently cockblocked by Violet's family and Moira. Violet immediately introduced you to the fact that ghosts are in this house. Violet warns you that Tate is crazy and not to be trusted.

yandere Tate Langdon who attacks Violet and drags her down to the basement so he can spend time with you.

yandere Tate Langdon who manipulates you into thinking Violet is lying. He says that the mass murder part is true, but not the murdering of the gay couple and the sexual assault of Viven. He cries his heart out to you. He begs and speaks of his mommy issues. He pulls out all of his manipulation tactics.

yandere Tate Langdon who infantilizes himself around you to make himself seem more innocent. He is more vulnerable and soft.

yandere Tate Langdon who asks your opinion on everything. If you like it, he likes you. You hate it, he hates it. He begs you to like his things. He begs for your validation and praise. He craves it more than anything else in the world.

yandere Tate Langdon who always goes through your stuff without your permission. He always puts it back and has a fit if you catch him. He cries and begs for you to forgive him. He then cuddles into you and peppers you with kisses telling you how much he loves you.

yandere Tate Langdon who takes your stuff sometimes, a lot of the time, for private use later.

yandere Tate Langdon who has a private journal of his murder and sexual fantasies. He writes down everything he knows about you. He writes down sappy little love poems that he slips into your pocket(s).

yandere Tate Langdon who has made a hit list of everyone you dislike. As well as people near you that he doesn't like. He's written in his private journal about the ways he is going to kill your family and get rid of their bodies— just incase. He doesn't want their spirits staying in this house and interrupting your precious time together.

yandere Tate Langdon who asks you to rent books from the library. He asks a lot of different genres. He begins to get more specific with spell books and literature about witchcraft.

yandere Tate Langdon who plans on getting rid of the rest of the spirits with spells. He adds it to his journal for later use.

yandere Tate Langdon who watches you even when you don't know. When you are sleeping, showering, studying, changing, anything.

yandere Tate Langdon who respects boundaries only when they are convenient for him. He is always pushing your boundaries gently. He frames it as 'getting you out of your comfort zone'. If you get too upset or confront him he gets violent. He throws a temper tantrum and disappears for perhaps weeks. You think he has disappeared but he is just watching from the shadows.

yandere Tate Langdon who makes you so dependent on him that you'll believe anything that comes out of his mouth.

yandere Tate Langdon who will starve you of his attention and presence if you get mad or even just look at him the wrong way. He says that he is just establishing his boundaries and cooling off. What he's really doing is making you suffer.

yandere Tate Langdon who feels bad in some way. He doesn't want to manipulate you and be toxic but he has to! You'll get in danger and could even die without his guidance! He would rather get broken up with Violet for all eternity as opposed to losing you at the hands of the world.

yandere Tate Langdon who spends all his time with you. Or waiting for you to come back from where ever. Or hiding in his invisible ghost mode when your family is around.

yandere Tate Langdon who wants nothing more than to stake his claim on you. He wants your family to hear every noise fall past your lips because of him. He wants you to make him whimper and make him squirm. He wants your family to think you have some secret boyfriend. Where did those hickeys come from? Tate gave them to you when you were sleeping... he couldn't help himself. You just looked so warm and inviting. He didn't mean it at first. He just started kissing your skin and he got a little aggressive, okay?

yandere Tate Langdon who doesn't want you to ever leave the house. He hangs off of you and loves on you until you don't leave. If you have school/friends/work/alone time... nooooooooooooooo. He pouts and sulks when you aren't there. He lays on your bed and cries sometimes. He plots murder. He draws little drawings for you. He harasses your family— harasses your family?

yandere Tate Langdon who harasses your family and mentally tortures them. He uses the other ghosts to do. He'll purposefully cause arguments in your family. Put things where they don't belong. Make it seem like someone is cheating on someone else. Maybe your family member is just having a shitty day... Tate is gonna make it the shittiest day they have ever had.

yandere Tate Langdon who gets taught about the intricacies of technology by you. He hacks into your electronic and looks at your search history. By hacks I mean learns your password. He accidentally got a virus on your computer once. Any social media you have is immediately monitored by Tate. He creates his own account and boosts every one of your comment. Wants to commit another mass murder whenever someone gives you a negative comment.

yandere Tate Langdon who crawls into your lap at night.

yandere Tate Langdon who tells you his deepest and darkest secrets. Besides the entire stalking, manipulating, and murder fantasy stuff.

yandere Tate Langdon who has very special things planned for your first Halloween with him. A romantic picnic on the beach at night. A bubble bath with rose petals afterwards. Laying in your bed and listening to Niravna. Your enemies disappearing. Violet, Vivien, and Ben suddenly disappearing. Thanks magic! Now there are fewer obstacles in the way of your eternal and ever lasting love.

yandere Tate Langdon who helps your low mental health and constantly praises you. He love bombs you so very much.

yandere Tate Langdon who plans on having you commit suicide after the rest of the ghosts are gone, and your family. He'll convince you and won't let you leave the house until you do.

yandere Tate Langdon who is wrapped around your finger so tight. All he does is for you. You could even manipulate him if you are skilled enough— be careful though. He's an unstable mass murder with mommy issues.

yandere Tate Langdon who is ready to burn down the world for you.

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

A Cruel Punishment

Tate Langdon x f!reader

warnings: abusive relationship, dominate tate, heavy smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v, degrading, oral female receiving, fingering, dead body, murder, honestly pretty fucked up sex, mentions of past abuse… i’m probably missing more so lmk what i’ve missed!!

summary: after finding out that you spoke to the new boy living in the house, Tate isn’t happy…

word count: 2.5k

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“Are you scared?” he asks.

You’re both in the basement, his latest victim, the new boy who moved into the house, is lying on the ground covered in his own blood. You’d been staring at him for a few minutes, the silence in the room speaking for itself. Your eyes travel back to Tate, to the bloody hammer in his hand. He must notice because he quickly drops it and stuffs his hand into his pocket. You look at the boy again and sigh.

“What did he do?” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

“He saw you; he wanted you,” Tate answers. “I read his little journal. He was fantasizing about you.”

“Tate, he was so young…”

“His age is irrelevant, why aren’t you happy? He was threatening our relationship and I fixed it. You should be relieved,” he replies.

You turn away, starting for the stairs. “I’ll get Moira, we’ve got to clean this mess you’ve made.”

He quickly grabs your wrist. “He deserved it. He was going to pursue you. But you’re mine, I’m never going to let anybody take you away from me.”

Your pulse quickens. “I know.”

“Do you? I could’ve sworn I read somewhere that you spoke to him, told him he was very… what’s the word? Oh right, charming.”

He pulls your wrist and throws you to the ground, right next to the boy. Your head hits the concrete and you wince. You try to hold your head, but Tate grabs both your hands before you can. He’s kneeling between your legs, his dark eyes locked on yours, full of rage. You’re barely a centimeter away from the pool of blood. It smells so strong, you feel nauseous.

“You spoke to him. Admit it now,” he orders.

“I didn’t-”

He digs his nails into your wrists, and you cry out. “Say it.”

“Tate-”

He slaps you across the face before screaming, “SAY IT!”

“It was only a minute I swear,” you cry. “He was being so sweet I couldn’t just ignore him.”

“Sweet? Since when do you like sweet?” He questions darkly.

“I don’t know- it was just nice to be told I’m beautiful by someone new. I’m so sorry Tate, I didn’t mean any of it, I promise. It was just a stupid mistake,” you answer desperately.

“Well, I’m sorry my compliments bore you, I’m sorry I bore you so much. God, you know if I knew how much of a greedy slut you were when we met, I wouldn’t have ever loved you,” he says.

You sniffle, your tears continuing to fall. You want to say that if you knew how much of a psychopath he was when the two of you first met, you wouldn’t have ever loved him. But you can’t and he knows you can’t. You love him because of how crazy he is. You love how possessive and jealous he gets over you, he’s obsessed. Despite the way he hurts you, you can’t help but love him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, you’re at a loss for words. “I’m so, so sorry.”

He laughs dryly. “You say that now because of the consequences, you really aren’t sorry, we both know that.”

“I didn’t think it mattered this much, we just had a quick conversation,” you reply honestly.

“You were flirting with him.”

“I wasn’t Tate I swear to God. He saw me and asked what I was doing here and I couldn’t just disappear so I had to get him off track by saying those things,” you explain. “It was nothing.”

His eyes roam over your face and he sighs. Without a word, he lets go of one of your wrists and wipes the tears off your cheeks. You can’t help but feel butterflies as he does this. Sometimes, mostly after your fights, he’s the most caring boy in the world. This time he’s still angry though, you think you know what the outcome of this fight is going to be.

“You need to be punished,” he says softly. “You can’t just go around doing what you think is right. To you maybe it was nothing but to me it was very hurtful.”

You nod lightly, your head still hurts from the fall. “I know.”

He lets go of your other wrist and grabs your ankles instead, placing them on his shoulders. You stare at him; the last time he did this you didn’t do anything wrong for months. He knows exactly how you work. What makes you scream from pleasure, and from pain. And though you’ve been together for at least a decade now, every time feels like the first again.

He pulls off your shoes, socks, and throws them across the room. You’re only wearing a simple shirt and sweatpants, before all this happened, you were planning on going to go to sleep. But Tate has other plans now.

“Are you going to let me do this?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly. “Do whatever you want.”

“I plan to,” he says before pushing your legs back to the ground.

In a matter of seconds his hands are on you. Pushing your shirt up, pulling your pants down, he barely gives you time to register what’s happening before he’s moving over you, and his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, and he’s far from gentle. He bites your bottom lip, so hard you gasp. You feel it sting, and as he takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, you start to taste your blood. It only makes him more aggressive.

Your head feels like it’s spinning, you can barely breathe. He slides one of his hands across your jaw, down your neck… His rings are still on, you almost shiver from how cold they are against your skin. His lips soon follow the path his hand had made. He sucks, bites, and licks your skin, surely leaving behind proof that he was on you. He likes making sure every other ghost in the house knows your his. You moan, your thighs squeezing around him tight.

When he takes one of your nipples in his mouth your back arches, another moan leaving your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut and lace one of your hands through his. You want him closer, you need him closer, as close as two people can possibly be. But he pulls away and your eyes shoot open. He’s back on his knees, undoing his belt buckle.

Your chest is heaving, your cheeks are red, you almost feel ashamed of how easily he gets you going. You look up at the ceiling and pull your shirt behind your still aching head. It’s better than the hard floor, you guess. Suddenly you feel Tate’s lips on your inner thigh, and you gasp, your head shooting up at the feeling.

His eyes are already on you, and his lips are ever so slightly turned up into that breathtaking smirk of his. God, how beautiful he is. You try to grab his hair, but he swats your hand away.

“Only good girls get to touch me,” he whispers against your skin.

You groan and throw your head back. Your body is warm, you’re aching for him. He slows his kissing, making you even more desperate. Once he reaches the end of that thigh, he moves to the top of your other one, beginning his excruciatingly slow kisses down it.

It feels like forever before he finally runs out of thigh to kiss. You look down at him and watch as he sticks his tongue out and licks back up your thigh. This time, you actually shiver, your legs twitching around him. From the look in his dark eyes to the actual act he’s committing, it’s too much to take in.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he says, ripping you from your thoughts. “How much you want me.”

“Please Tate- I want it so bad, please touch me,” you instantly reply.

He grabs your thighs and pulls your body closer to him. “You’ve got to do better than that baby.”

“I promise I’ll never do it again, I’ll be so good I swear. Please Tate please!” you exclaim. “I’m yours Tate, only yours forever. No other boy could ever compare to you. I need you so bad. You’re the only one for me.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs before finally burying his head between your legs.

Your back arches as he licks and kisses your clit. He isn’t holding back. You moan and throw your head back again, not caring about the pain that shoots through you as you do so. Your eyes roll back into your head and your thighs clench around his head. It’s as though he knows exactly what’s going on inside your head, exactly what you need. You love that about him.

When he sticks his tongue inside you, you grab his hair and thankfully this time he doesn’t bother pushing you away. He’s too focussed on your soaking cunt. He keeps it there for a few seconds before going back to your clit. You sigh in pleasure and lift your hips, trying to get as much of this as you can. You know Tate won’t do it for long. He never lets you feel good for too long.

As you expected, he pulls back and before you have time to react, he’s crawling over you and catching your lips in another kiss. Your taste yourself on his lips. He slides his hand between your legs and thrusts a finger inside you. You gasp into his mouth and grab his arm- the one that’s now next to your head. He doesn’t stop and instead adds a second finger. You love them, they’re so long, so cold. You can feel his rings brush against you when his fingers are all the way in. You can’t get enough of it.

He moves them at a fast pace, curling them up to reach that spot. You pull at his hair, your moans uncontrolable. He continues to sloppily kiss you, biting and sucking on your tongue. You grind your hips up, letting him deeper inside you.

“Turn your head,” Tate mumbles against your lips.

You open your eyes for a split second and look to your right. No. “Tate-”

“Do it.”

Slowly, you turn your head to the side. You keep your eyes squeezed shut though, you can’t bear to look. Tate doesn’t like this. He slaps you and you whimper, he grabs your chin and squeezes, his fingers still violently moving inside you.

“Keep them open, you need to look at what you’ve done, maybe then you’ll learn your lesson,” he snaps.

You comply, slowly opening your eyes and looking at the boys body. He’s so pale, so young. You fight the urge to look away, but that’s when Tate removes his fingers and instead you feel his tip brush against your entrance. He wraps his hand around your neck as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Your nails dig into his arm, your thighs tighten around his waist, it almost feels too good to be true. Your other arm snakes around his shoulder, you try to pull him closer. He doesn’t bulge.

At first, he goes slow, making sure the image of the dead boy is stuck in your head. You feel uncomfortable, almost turned off completely by the sight in front of you. But as Tate finds an excruciatingly pleasurable pace of his thrusts, you can’t help but want to continue.

After a few minutes of your unbearable punishment, he grabs your chin once again and forcefully turns your head so you’re looking up at him. His dark eyes stare into yours, and with each thrust you fight back the urge to squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure.

“You’re mine, y/n, all fucking mine. You know that right?” He begins to whisper. All you can do is nod your head, it feels impossible to speak. “I own you.”

He places one of his hands by your head, and the other slithers down to grab your hip. His eyes leave yours, he looks down to where your bodies join, his face expressionless. In seconds he pulls out of you and flips you over. You groan as your bones hit the hard concrete, but quickly forget it as Tate lifts your hips and quickly slides back into you.

You bite down on one of your hands to try keeping your moans from filling the entire house. Tate’s pace is so fast, so hard. The sound of your skin slapping against each other is all you can hear. He places a hand on your back and pushes down, making you bend to an extent you never knew you could do. It hurts so good. He grabs one of your shoulders with his other hand and pulls you back. You can’t help the yelp that escapes as his dick smashes against your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore, taking me so fucking good,” Tate says, his words ragged. “Cum on my dick baby.”

“Can I?” You ask.

“Yes, yes, I want you to fall apart on my dick, I want you to cum so hard baby,” he replies, his hand moving from your shoulder to your hair. He wraps it around his hand and pulls, almost making you scream.

You feel your orgasm approaching, and you don’t bother to hold it back. When he leans over you and begins to rub your clit you can’t stop yourself from doing exactly what he says. You fall apart on his dick, loud moans leaving your lips, your body collapsing to the cold floor. He doesn’t pause for even a second, his violent pace only making your orgasm better.

He finishes not too long after, his hands gripping your ass so hard you know you’ll have bruises. You feel how hard his dick pulses inside you, it makes a shiver run through your body. When he’s done he pulls out and leaves you on the floor. As he starts to dress, you flip over and sit up. He doesn’t look you in the eye. You know exactly what he’s planning to do now, and you’re hurt by it.

“Do you really have to ignore me for a week? I’ve learned my lesson Tate I swear,” you say. He doesn’t say anything. “Please Tate, I don’t want to be without you. I need like aftercare and stuff. Don’t leave me.”

Tate finally looks at you, his eyes are cold. “You should’ve thought about that before you went and flirted with another guy.” You’re about to reply but he says the two words that you dreaded. “Go away.”

All you can do is stare as he puts his shoes back on, he can’t see you, he doesn’t want to see you. Tears prickle in your eyes. Why did he have to be so cruel? Your heart aches as he looks around the room, he knows you’re still there. He shakes his head one last time before turning and heading upstairs. Leaving you cold, alone, and hurt.

You really fucking hate him, but you’re never going to give him up. Ever.

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lmk what you think did you like it?

[lisathegoodgirl]

Hi,

Welcome to my brain, sorry it's a little messy, i just haven't felt like cleaning up. In a self destructive era.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.

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Mentally 15, physically 32 hence living on borrowed time. Sometimes i age regress further

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[dont-look-behind]

get to know me

Since I'm not a very talkative person and don't know many people on this app, I thought I might introduce myself. Here are some things you might find interesting about me, and if you wanna be friends feel free to dm anytime.

• I listen to all kinds of music - 90s rap, R&B, rock, pop, country, samba, funk... Literally everything.

• I've only watched ahs until season four and intend to finish the show at some point. I've watched all the maze runner and twilight movies - I'll read the first books sometime next year. I love H2O Mako Mermaids, it's my favorite childhood show.

• Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Stiles Stilinski, JJ Maybank, Rafe Cameron, Mattheo Riddle, Jason Todd, Newt... I'm literally in love with all of them.

• My favorite hobby of all times is drinking beer while making dinner and watching a movie.

• I can write, crochet, bake and cook, talk about cars and motorcycles for several hours, play ukulele and write songs - but I do find more enjoyable making covers.

• I've had my Harry Potter phase. Btw, I'm a Slytherin.

• I do take my whiskey neat and my coffee black, but I don't go to bed at 3 cause I'm trying to fix my sleep schedule.

• I love journaling my thoughts and blogging. It prevents me from freaking out and quitting life.

• I have a blue Betta fish called Fred. He's really cute when he's not angry.

[roxxiesblog]

Ghosts- Tate x Reader

Cw: Suicidal Ideation, Angst, and Pain seems like appropriate warning labels.

A/n: I had a female reader in mind, but there’s no pronouns to describe the reader.

You were still paranoid about the whole spirits thing in your house. Tate was one too, you went from paranoid to scared to overwhelmed. There were only two options you could ever think of.

Suicide or Vent. You could vent to your boyfriend about how terrified you felt surrounded by spirits, or you could save him the trouble and kill yourself.

You had 3 suicide methods. Overdose, Hang yourself, or Drown yourself. You wrote these in a journal which you knew Tate would most likely find. You left it out for him while he looked for you.

But you, you were already dead. Gone. But when you die in the Murder House, you’ll always come back. Tate remembers when he saw your body, you were lying in a tub drenched in whatever side effects came from the pills.

You knew he shot up his school, and killed 15 other students. Some you had ran into on Halloween. They asked if you knew Tate, cause everyone knew Tate.

They told you what happened, but you knew you had to find out for yourself. So you searched it up and there it was, the Westfield High shooting, orchestrated by non other than, Tate Langdon. Your boyfriend.

That’s what introduced the overwhelming feeling that you’d never felt before, what gave you the suicidal ideation that you’d never once thought about.

He tried to bring you back, but it was too late. You were just another spirit, another spirit who haunts the walls of The Murder House.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Anonymously Yours: The Rise & Fall Of A Real-Life Tumblr Mystery Girl

A TWEAM Investigative Journalism Exclusive

Dolls, make yourself comfortable and settle in because I am about to tell you the true story of Tumblr Girl, or Mystery Girl as she is alternately known. Today, we will call her Tumblr Mystery Girl.

The past several months have seen a resurgence in interest in Evan Peters’ love life, mostly due to Evan’s star rising once again with the success of Netflix's Dahmer, the fact that he is very elusive and not on any social media platforms, and his most recent girlfriend, Frances Mairead, was and still is a controversial figure in the Evan Peters fandom.

I’m not sure who the first blogger was to receive the ‘’Tumblr Mystery Girl’’ story, but it wasn’t me, because I hadn’t started my blog yet! Still a humble lurker, nary a blog post to my name. Well, at least not since about... 2015. Who knew anyone still used Tumblr? Not me! Unlike many other things from that era, such as nautical themed clothing and accessories, finger mustaches, and Anastacia Beverly Hills brow pomade, Evan Peters has stood the test of time. Yes, us nostalgic millennials still love us some Evan Peters. We'll never forget the way parts of our bodies tingled when we saw Tate Langdon on our screens for the very first time. Countless Lana Del Rey songs were passionately sung in dedication to this both average looking and somehow also intensely sexy and desirable, pale-skinned, dark-eyed man with a heart of gold and an ass that just won't quit. Ah, yes. Even Ryan Murphy himself couldn't keep from pointing a lustful camera on that bare behind. Gratuitous? Maybe, but we're not complaining.

Tell me I'm your national anthem.

Anyway, let's get down to it.

All I know for sure is that somebody received this anonymous ask, because it was posted on the EvanPetersLovers subreddit February 7 (https://www.reddit.com/r/EvanPetersLovers/)

One thing immediately stands out to the reader, which is that the asker writes without proper punctuation.

Once this ask was received, the information seemed to quickly circulate within the community, and over the course of the next several days, it's believability would become a re-occurring debate. By the time this blog was created on February 12, the story had been passed around from tea account to tea account, with many details getting muddled along the way. There were now major discrepancies across these asks, with details like hair color, eye color and weight varying as curious people went off memory to retell the story they heard and search for answers.

Within days of opening this blog, I began to receive ''tips'' about the Tumblr Mystery Girl myself. On February 18, another sighting was reported; this time, Evan was allegedly seen with her at a night club in Burbank, California.

As multiple users began to rapid-fire discuss this anonymous message, one asker seemed to return time and time again to build the case. One with a very recognizable typing style.

And soon after, we would come to see this screenshot of the blog that was said to belong to Tumblr Mystery Girl herself, groovyheartland:

We all wondered, how did someone find the Tumblr page for a girl whose name we did not know, whose face we had never seen? How did a rumored sighting with no photographic evidence lead to the discovery of an otherwise unknown and unremarkable Tumblr blog? It seemed highly unlikely, nearly impossible. Even more unlikely were the odds that enough people had found this unknown's page, having associated it with Evan's possible romantic interest, and sent her taunting asks about them dating. The anonymous messages alleged to have been received by ''groovyheartland'' also bare the same lack of punctuation seen in the previous asks about this subject. This is the part where I tell you I believe that our anonymous asker does not speak English as her native language. French, perhaps? But let me not get ahead of myself...

By February 20th, after much back and forth, I felt confident that I was being used as a pawn to build out a story crafted by the very ANON I was speaking to! I hadn't yet put all of the pieces together, but I knew that I couldn't in good faith keep posting about this story. I decided then that I would pause the discussion, and purposefully end engagement with the pro-Tumblr Mystery Girl anonymous askers. I regret to say I didn't screenshot the last couple of anonymous messages I received and deleted without posting, however, it was more of the same: someone claiming that they had followed the now-deleted Tumblr blog, describing her physically, speculating that she was probably French, etc.

Here is my Tumblr post from February 20th when I decided to begin filtering out the Tumblr Mystery Girl asks:

After this, many readers joined me in my assumption that it had all been a scam. Still, I would occasionally receive asks about Tumblr Mystery Girl, either referencing her as a past sighting indicating that Evan was dating, or as the butt of a joke.

Fast forward to February 26. Evan Peters attends the SAG awards solo, with no mystery woman in sight. However, he arrives at the after party with Haley Lu Richardson, where the two are said to be flirting and enjoying each others' company. In the following days, a hookup rumor courtesy of Deuxmoi is the new hot topic of discussion. But one anonymous asker wasn't willing to let go of Tumblr Mystery Girl just yet.

By this point, the Tumblr Mystery Girl had become more of a running joke to those involved, with many asking where she was during the alleged hook up between Haley and Evan.

The day that Deuxmoi released their Sunday Spotted stories including Haley and Evan's burrito date, I joked with another reader about the situation. You can see I have adopted the now familiar typing style we've come to associate with this anon.

Our stubborn anon did not like this joke. I received a long, angry message defending the existence of Tumblr Mystery Girl. This time, the writer is taking on yet another identity: friend to the Tumblr Mystery Girl. Yes, this anon is defending her friend and the secret relationship she had with Evan Peters!

Now, I have to admit that I had a little chuckle as I read this message, but I had long ago decided that this story was a hoax. I screenshotted for good measure, deleted it from my ask box, and moved on to the next. This is it, I thought. The last of the Tumblr Mystery Girl - she's officially been ''killed off'' in this story of Evan Peters' rumored love-life, the final blow delivered by Haley Lu Richardson.

But then, a spark of hope emerged that her story was not yet finished. As Natasha Bedingfield once sang, the rest is still unwritten. So it seemed.

The week of March 6th brought a Twitter spotting of our favorite cave-dwelling actor and professional Amazon Product Reviewer, Evan Thomas Peters. He was on the move, headed for Missouri and the loving embrace of his family and hometown friends. Realizing he had arrived solo, any (rumored) Haley Lu lovin' would have to wait until he returned to his love-cave, his domain: the blandly furnished Burbank condo where the American Horror Story and Dahmer - Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story actor relaxes and enjoys a nightly ritual of blocking pseudo-fans from his Spotify account, eventually22. These persistent, Gen-Z Twitter edgelords are a different breed of ''fans'' who feel a sadistic thrill imagining a defeated Evan Peters trying in vain to free himself and his multiple public playlists from the intrusive and speculative gaze of unemployed young adults on their parents' internet connection. Every night, the struggle begins anew.

At approximately 6:00pm EST on March 9, an anonymous ask was received.

The anon sent in two nearly identical asks, however, only one was published. The Twitter link lead to a post sharing a purported sighting.

The tweet had a very familiar feel, referencing a brunette girl. I decided to take a thorough look at the Twitter profile the tweet came from to determine it's authenticity. With a March 2023 join date, random, seemingly unrelated retweets, and no other original tweets from the account owner besides the Evan Peters/Brunette sighting, I quickly recognized that this was a burner account. Alas, I myself am a bit of a Twitter burner account aficionado, and it would take a much more well-orchestrated lie to fool me. I had a feeling, but wasn't yet 100% sure that this Twitter account was created and shared for the sole purpose of reigniting the Tumblr Mystery Girl rumor. But I felt sure the anon was not to be trusted.

Shot through the heart: The crestfallen anon retreats as she realizes the jig is up.

All anon could do was deny that she is the ''Tweeter post creator'' and leave with one final insidious blow to my (astonishingly large) ego: comparing the behavior on my blog - a premier gossip and discussion juggernaut, with that of the disgraced Frances Mairead archivist slash anti, legal adviser to herself and secretkeeperlove, and mistress of the IP address: goneforteawithdad, or gftwd, for short.

Moments later, the Twitter account disappeared. A near confession that the Tumblr anon and Twitter burner account were operated by the same person, who had faced defeat at the hands of logic and sound reasoning, and seemingly decided to disappear back into the shadows.

And so, that's where the story ends. It seems that one anon was responsible for peddling all the lies and folklore we've come to associate with Tumblr Mystery Girl. From the groovyheartland Tumblr page itself, to the "anonymous" Evan Peters girlfriend asks groovyheartland received, to the Twitter post about the burger joint brunette - the signature writing style remains consistent in this one-woman show.

We all still have questions. What was the endgame for this anonymous false witness? Was the groovyheartland Tumblr meant to ultimately play a bigger role by returning once interest was at it's peak? This would have given the perpetrator a chance to actually introduce a character into the story: a face. And a name, eventually. We'll likely never know the answer to these questions, unless the anonymous asker emerges from the shadows to give us a satisfactory explanation, with or without proper punctuation.

It should be noted that it was an average Thursday night on Tumblr; a weekday like any other, when truth rang out across the app and gossip-lovers rejoiced that we'd untangled one anonymous asker's web of lies. In real life, mysteries aren't solved in 60 minutes and wrapped up all tidy in a bow so you can sleep sound tonight, like on TV. In real life, solving mysteries can take weeks, months, even years. Without so many anonymous and nosy Evan Peters fans willing to think critically and ask important questions, we may never have learned the truth about Tumblr Mystery Girl.

[zmeura]

she was fourteen, depressed and obsessed with tumblr. tate langdon was her boyfriend, and taylor momsen was the sister whose clothes she'd always stole. black hair, black eyeliner, black clothes, black soul. all she wished for was a coffee, a cigarette and a mars argo concert. she was a runaway. she spent my last pocket money for a train ticket, all while reblogging effy quotes. pages of her journal were ripped apart, she was miserable, silence wasnt an option for her. i forgot all the secrets she told me..

[privartidahos]

[beezin-art]

crappy speed-doodle

[hoon-nia]

the finest man in the world ♡

[lolitaelectric]

I don't know how to explain it but I terribly want to give my soul to someone murderous and sinister in their way of thinking, god how painful to fall in love with a sweet psychopath.

[skylers-journaling]

Violet Harmon themed playlist in my journal. My boyfriend said that's 90s as fuck