#tate lang

[tatesprncess]

must be the season of the witch ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[wheelernancy]

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: MURDER HOUSE   ⏤ 1.07, “Open House”

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

September is for Coven / Asylum / Apocalypse rewatches, October is for Murder House / Hotel / Double Feature and November is for Roanoke / Cult / Freakshow. Idfc, I said what I said.

[jenniferchecksbitch]

Mother

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

manifesting he becomes a 2x emmy winner tonight 🕯️🧘🏽‍♀️

[deadgirl-violet]

[hauntedrose555]

this scene broke me

[xxsp3llb0undxx]

Gasping For Air (Tate Langdon X F!Reader)

Summary: Reader moves into the murder house and has trouble sleeping, Tate decides to play a prank on her which leads to her having a panic attack. Tate comforts her through it and protects her throughout the rest of the night while she sleeps.

MASTERLIST MH ,, MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT POST MY WORK TO OTHER SITES OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN. I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO AHS OR THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THE FIC, I ONLY OWN SOME STORYLINE NOTHING MORE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE WRITERS OF AHS.

T.W. PANIC ATTACK // JUST TATE BEING CUTE ASF //

Moving into the murder house wasn't that bad, the house itself was beautiful, it had six bedrooms and six baths: bit much for a family of three though. The first night wasn't exactly peaceful, it felt like the walls of the house were talking, it was driving Y/n insane. She would keep tossing and turning in the bed that just so happened to be in the room she chose. The soft rustling of the bedsheets was all that could be heard, that was until Y/n saw a figure sitting in the chair at her desk by the window. At first, she just thought it was the clothes she put there instead of hanging them up in her wardrobe, she was just being paranoid; or at least that's what she kept telling herself. Y/n turned on to her other side, facing away from where her desk was positioned, she thought if she kept fixating on that area for too long someone would just emerge from the darkness and probably kill her.

A gust of air spread across the back of her neck; the small hairs stood up on end, causing goosebumps to slowly rise under her skin. Y/n wasn't scared, she just thought it was her imagination playing tricks on her. With a soft huff of air, she turned around and opened her eyes; there was nothing there. She shook her head, feeling stupid for thinking someone was in her room right now even though it would be impossible. The young girl sighed and removed the blanket from her body and turned to get up out of bed, she just needed some water from the kitchen and then to go back to her room to try and sleep. As soon as the soles of her feet touched the ground, two large hands wrapped themselves around her ankles; the scream that erupted from her throat could wake up a whole village, instead it woke up her mother and brother. The pounding footsteps from down the hall slowly neared Y/n's room, tears fell down her face as she tried her best to calm herself down. The bedroom door opened and revealed her worried mother and her half-asleep brother, the both of them looked like they had seen a ghost.

Y/n's mother walked slowly over to her bed, careful not to scare her any more than she already was. Quiet mutters of go away, go away, go away, were all that could be heard in the dim lit room. As soon as her mother placed a hand on her back, hoping it would pull her back to reality and tell them what happened to make her this distraught, Y/n flinched and moved as far away from her mother as possible. Her mother and brother decided to leave the girl alone for the night, maybe she just had a nightmare and needed sometime to collect her thoughts. In the darkest corner of her room though, stood a shaggy blonde-haired boy, his dark brown eyes filled with sorrow and guilt. He didn't intend to scare the poor girl that much, he just wanted to shake her up a little. He didn't realise what he was doing next until he was sat beside her on his old bed, the movement of the mattress made her look over at where he was sitting. She couldn't see him, of course, which in turn made her start to hyperventilate and cause a panic attack to happen. The blonde-haired boy didn't know how to react, he just sat there watching everything unfold in front of him.

Y/n's chest moved at a fast pace, her lungs trying to take in as much air as possible, the room felt like it was getting smaller, closing in around her. Next was the wheezing, her lungs felt like they were shrivelling up from the lack of air she was inhaling. Then came the dizziness and the sweating, Y/n was struggling to concentrate, the feeling of being in a house with God knows what was rather scary to her. Her mind was so hazy she couldn't even register the warm hand rubbing circles into her back, and then she did. At first, it made the panic attack increase, she thought she was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen in her lungs but then it started to help, her body relaxed into the feeling, and she could slowly start to breathe again. Her body felt exhausted, all she wanted was to sleep for all eternity after tonight's events. Y/n shut her eyes for what felt like only a second, before her body slowly fell backwards onto her bed, she was out like a light, or so the blonde-haired boy thought. He pulled the blanket over her body and lent down to press a kiss to her forehead, the soft action made the girl lying beside him whine, a small smile painted his lips at her reaction; she is so damn cute was all he could think.

The boy stared at the sleeping girl beside him, she looked so peaceful, like an angel. He stayed beside her throughout the next couple hours, scared in case the other ghosts in the house would come and provoke her, he needed her, and he didn't want what happed to the rest of the ghosts to happen to her. The blonde boy lifted his hand to move a piece of Y/n's hair out of her face, she tossed and turned in her sleep from the sudden contact; the boy was scared she would wake up and scream at him. Instead, she moved closer to the warmth his body was radiating and buried her face into his chest. His heart did a flip, the small interaction with the girl, who is now cuddled into him, made the blonde feel giddy. He wrapped him arms around her, trying his best to make her feel safe in any way possible, and whispered into the dark room Sleep well, my love.

[ahs4vrslut]

When my mom brings me out of my room on family gatherings

[violetharmonsrose]

murder house behind the scenes.

[tatesprncess]

god i pray for you to give me a guy like evan peters (or evan himself)

[redroses07]

should i do asylum?

[elyangelofdeath]

[harleymcm00]

me when someone asks “what’s your fav tv show?

[escapismthroughfilm]

American Horror Story: Murder House 1x11 "Birth" | 2011

[michaelangdonsslut]

Hi!! Can I request an angsty / dark themed fic about Kit Walker in Briarcliff pretty pls? <3

heyy! I've had so much Inspiration from this request as I rewatched asylum not too long ago :) here u go luv !

word count; 600 warnings; dark themes, angst, violence, kit trying to escape lol

Trapped In Briarcliff

The air in Briarcliff hung heavy with the weight of despair, the whispers of tormented souls echoing through It's dimly lit halls. Among the inmates, Kit Walker stood a solitary figure, accused of crimes he did not commit, trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.

It began on a fateful night, when the body of a young nurse was discovered within the confines of Briarcliff. The authorities wasted no time in pointing their fingers at Kit, already marked by the shame of his past. Despite his protests of innocence, sister Jude did not wanna hear anything, locking up the man in an underground dark cell with nothing but dampened walls, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

As the days turned into weeks, Kit found himself captured in a web of suspicion and deception, his every move surveyed by those who saw him as nothing more than a monster. The true killer remained at large, lurking in the shadows, their identity shrouded in mystery. Alone and isolated, Kit was consumed by a sense of helplessness, his spirit broken by the relentless onslaught of accusations and scorn. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope remained--a glimmer of defiance that burned bright within him.

Kit sat alone in the dimly lit corner of his room, the cold stone walls closing in around him like a vice. The echoes of distant screams reverberated through the air, a haunting reminder of the horrors that lurked within Briarcliff's walls.

His mind raced with thoughts of escape, a desperate longing to break free from the suffocating grasp of the asylum that held him captive. With every fiber of his being, Kit yearned for the open sky, the feel of fresh air against his skin, for the chance to reclaim his freedom.

Despite the risks, Kit could not shake the burning desire that smoldered within him--a fierce determination to defy the odds and forge his own path to freedom. With each passing moment, the urge to escape grew stronger, fueling his resolve to break free from the chains that bound him.

Kit's heart pounded with fear as he crept through the dimly lit corridors, his every step muffled by the oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air. The taste of freedom lingered tantalizingly on the edge of his lips, driving him forward despite the gnawing sense of dread that gnawed at his insides.

But just as he reached the main doors to freedom, desperately trying to get out of this hell-like place, a sharp voice cut through the darkness, freezing him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going Walker?" It was the unmistakable voice of one of the guards, a hulking figure whose mere presence sent shivers down Kit's spine.

Before he could react, strong hands seized him roughly, dragging him back into the suffocating embrace of Briarcliff. The orderly's eyes burned with fury as he delivered a punishing blow to kit's stomach, the force of it knocking the breath from his lungs.

Pain exploded through Kit's body as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air as the world spun dizzily around him. But even as he lay broken and defeated, a defiant spark flickered in his eyes, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness that threatened to consume him.

As the guard raised his hand for another blow, Kit braced himself for the inevitable onslaught, steeling his resolve against the torment that awaited him. For in that moment, he knew that no matter how hard they tried to break him; his spirit would remain unbroken, a beacon of defiance in the face of oppression.