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nolovelingers · 9 months

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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.

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redroses07 · 1 month

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𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕕𝕠𝕟 // 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

A/N: Hi guys!! I really hope this isn't cringe, and that y'all like it. If you want me to write a fic based on this lmk in the comments or leave it in my reqs!! Love you guys, and enjoy!

Summary: When you first move into murder house, you and Tate don't get off on the right foot.

Warnings: Suggestive, pervy Tate.

When you and your family first moved into Murder House obviously you didn't know Tate was a ghost, so you just thought he was your neighbor.

He was always lurking, popping up out of nowhere, and it was beyond frustrating.

"Hey, beautiful" Tate appeared behind you as you were relaxing in the garden.

"What the hell? Why do you have to act like such a creep?" You yelled in exasperation.

While Tate got on your nerves, moving to a new area in the summer left your social life in disrepair. There weren't many options for outings so you often found yourself stuck in the house for weeks on end.

You got easily bored of your parents, and eventually yourself, so you found yourself seeking out the company of the strange boy.

"Looks like I'm growing on you."

"Shut up, you're my last resort." You snapped, smoking a joint with Tate in the back yard.

As the summer went on Tate's presence turned from tolerable to enjoyable.

You found yourself looking forward to days spent hanging out with him.

Although you two had become friends that didn't mean he didn't still piss you off.

He has a bad habit of showing up at inconvenient times, and it was even worse that your parents thought he was a bad influence.

"BOO!" Tate grabbed you from behind while you were peacefully sitting on your bed.

You screamed before realizing it was him, and you were sure your parents had heard.

"Jesus Tate!! My parents will kill you if they see you in my room."

"I can make you scream a lot louder if you give me the chance, that'll make em' really worried."

"Tate get out." You pushed him out the door.

Low and behold, Tate woke you up that very same night crawling through your window.

You protested this at first but he eventually convinced you to let him stay.

Tate crawled up on the bed next to you, making himself comfortable under your covers.

Nights like this became a frequent occurrence, the two of you would often stay up all night. Not in a sex way, more to just talk about anything and everything and enjoy each other's presence. After all you weren't ready to be more than friends yet.

The first time Tate kissed you was one of these nights. You were sitting on your bed facing each other, he was fiddling with your fingers as you talked to him softly.

Eventually the conversation slowed, leaving you to do nothing but stare into his sad brown eyes.

It caught you off guard when Tate leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

It was short, almost too short to even be a real kiss, but it made your stomach do back flips in a way it never had before.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't..." Tate said when you didn't react.

You dismissed that thought by kissing him again, this time with much more passion.

From that point on, your nights together were spent very differently.

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yandereunsolved · 28 days

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Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre-death Tate

cw(s): yandere themes, suggestive themes, mention of cocaine, Tates actions (the lighting of a human on fire & a school shooting) a/n: Tate is aged up here and is in college instead of high school. He dies at age twenty-one instead of seventeen, because it feels weird to write an older teen as a romantic yandere. Mentions of Violet— she's eighteen and a senior in high school.

✧ You both grew up together, sort of. You were always someone Tate could never talk to. He was a bit too scared to speak with you. You just seemed so perfect, and he was not. You moved into his neighborhood when you both were much younger. His hellish 'mother' didn't like your family for a reason; he never quite paid attention. It was something about you all not being holy enough. About how you were going to corrupt her perfect golden son. There was nothing you taught Tate about himself that he wasn't bound to figure out. He learned about boners after peeping through your window one night while you were changing after a shower. He learned the true meaning of the words 'I love you' after he overheard you speaking of how excited you were for the new Nirvana album. You even taught him how to follow people and not get caught by that person or the authorities. All this, and he still hadn't had a proper conversation with you yet.

✧ You legally started your friendship relationship sometime early in your freshman year, on October 30th, 1991. It was just something else that made him fall head over heels once again for you. He was having an already shitty day when some athletic losers began bullying him. He was getting pushed around for the umpteenth time this week when he tried to fight back. He got knocked on his ass and a nose that was both broken and remarkably bloody. You rushed over and offered to help him. He brushed you off and was a bit snappy; he still regrets that to this day. He just didn't want you to see how desperate he was for your attention. He craved your touch. If it weren't for all the blood on his face, you would have easily noticed how flushed his face was from just being in your vicinity.

✧ You offered to take him to the nurses office, and he 'begrudgingly' agreed. He was bouncing on his heels in his mind, and he swears that his nose bleed got worse. You even offered to help him walk there if he was dizzy, and naturally, he leaned on you. He even took a whiff of your scent near your neck. He had to resist nuzzling into you because you just felt so warm, like home. Like a home he never had. He asked you to stay even after the nurse said you could go back to class. He'd made up some lame excuse about you being a witness and him having to report it. Such a fucking lie. None of the administrators would give a shit. Everyone in this godforsaken college is an adult. So 'bullying' doesn't exist, apparently. At least the college is near both of your houses.

✧ That's the best part. This is your first real interaction, and you are already inviting him over. You feel bad that his nose got sprained and that the nurse had to reset it. So you—

'Oh my god, you called me cute!? You said you saw me around the neighborhood all these years and were too shy to talk to me. You've always been so shy. You've always been someone who needed someone to take care of you. You'd take care of me so well. We could happily take care of each other. Wait, sorry. I'm rambling too much. Iris, get back with the headcanons before I go on about them for another three hours.'

Made sure that he didn't get left alone. You heard from around the neighborhood that his mother is kind of nuts. So you thought he would be the same, but he's actually kind of awkward and distant, and sweet. You two spent the entire night together and ended up having a sleepover. Tate likes it a lot more when the sleepovers are consensual and not him climbing through your window, crawling into your bed, cuddling into you, then leaving you right before you wake.

✧ Something you have to know about Tate is that he is undeniably a pervert. Constance ruined any chance he ever had to take a girl out on a date. Then, when his casual interest turned into an obsession, he was able to sneak out without alerting her. So just being around you makes his mind run wild and his hands perspire. He steals your undergarments the most—it doesn't matter what they are. It could be anything from a lacy bra to a pair of men's boxers. He always steals your oldest items because your scent is ingrained into their very fabrics. He hides the items he 'borrows' from you in a box behind a brick in the basement. He goes down there every night and inhales your heavenly scent. His eyes roll back in his head, and suddenly he has a problem that he has to take care of.

✧ That's not where his perverted nature ends, either. He suddenly became very interested in photography. He buys a secret camera to use whenever he 'sees' you. Whenever he watches you when you aren't aware. He takes photos of you doing the most mundane things: exercising, cooking, working on homework, walking, breathing, and blinking. He also takes photos of you while sleeping, getting out of the shower, stretching, and wearing those skimpy little clothes of yours. It makes his mouth water fervently. The photos quickly pile up. He keeps the physical photos in the same box behind the same removed brick.

✧ He buys you more pretty clothes. Most of them are revealing, but you seem to like that. At least that's what he's seen in you in your private life. Of course, you don't know they are from him. He's too insecure for that. So he wraps them up all nice and pretty and leaves them on your bed. He always writes down 'your secret admirer' on the packaging. He opens your window when you and your family are gone and leaves them then. If he is feeling more confident, then he'll open your window and put the package on the floor. You start locking your window after that. So he's constantly breaking the lock on your window. When the family gets the police involved, he gets extremely upset. He begins to ignore you, so you know exactly how he feels when you ignore his gifts and say it's from some 'creepy stalker'.

✧ You are understandably confused when one of your closest friends begins ignoring you. You think he might be scared of the fact that you have a stalker. It makes you desperate. You don't want to be left alone. You need your friend. That makes Tate all giddy inside. He gets to stay near you whenever he wants. As much as he pleases? You seem so scared of some hypothetical boogeyman. It's just sweet ole' him! Not that you know that. He understands, though. He'd be pretty upset if some random man started doing the things he's doing for you. No other man could be as devoted to you as he is.

✧ Slowly, the number of your friends and close family dwindles. Each of your friends either cuts contact with you or disappears altogether. Now, now, Tate has put so much effort into this for you. It wasn't easy. It wasn't something he could pull off on his own. He had to scrounge around for as much money as he could to hire a hitman on several occasions. He stole the money from his mother's various rich and fleeting boyfriends. She would use them up soon enough anyway. So there's no reason for him to care about their financial well-being. Besides, he is doing it for a noble cause—a war is yet to come.

✧ He takes a different approach when it comes to isolating you from your family members. He will get along well with your family. Insert himself as a shy, college kid that lives down the street and is best friends with their child—their only friend, really. His mother picks up on this and is immediately displeased. Of course she has only scratched the surface of the iceberg that is Tates twisted delight.

"As long as you don't fuck that godless slut, I suppose you can be around them."

He wanted to snap his mother's neck right then and there. Lucky for her, he had other plans. He inserts himself into every facet of your family's life. He slowly learns the skeletons in your family members closets. Did you know your cousin once had a lewd dream about your partner? Did you know your grandfather cheated on his spouse not once but twice? Did you know your Aunt once tried to poison you? Did you know? Did you know? Did you know?

Some of those may have been slightly exaggerated or entirely made up, but you completely trust him, so what is there to worry about?

Soon enough the only one you trust is Tate.

✧ You connect the dots somewhat, but at this point, you don't quite care. You just want this stalker to stop. You just want Tate. When Tate learns his feelings are somewhat reciprocated, the stalkings become less frequent. After all, if he is always allowed to be around you, then he doesn't have to stalk you anymore.

✧ He starts giving you love notes after the two of you begin dating. The stalker fades into the background, and suddenly only Tate is there. He is perfect for you. He is your dream boyfriend. He writes these cheesy and poetic letters about his adoration for you. Some of them are creepy—really creepy. You can look over that, though. It's just Tate being Tate. He was never confident enough to share them with you while he was just your 'creepy stalker'. Now he gives them to you freely. Sometimes they are just little doodles. Other times, they are cheesy words. Occasionally, they do have a tendency to get a bit violent.

'Me & U 4ever.' '1+1=Let Me Fuck You Up' 'Love you more than Kurt Cobain' 'Let's go to a music festival and have fun~ ;)' 'Wanna sneak out later when your parents aren't home?' 'Is that bitch bothering you again?' 'Commit arson?' 'The thoughts are back.' 'Need you' 'I just want to keep you in my pocket and then lock you in a cage that only I have the key to for all eternity.'

✧ Everything was perfect until it wasn't. For some reason, you started distancing yourself from him. You had found a new friend group. You had found someone more healthy than Tate. Tate's hold on you was beginning to crumble. It was like he was trying to hold your disintegrating heart in his hands. You weren't spending every single moment with him. Whether this was actually happening or if this was just his paranoia is unknown. It got to him, though. It got to him worse than anything else could.

✧ He lost it one day. He snapped. It was a comment that his mother's new boyfriend made. Well, multiple comments. He found a secret collection of your things. He had done a bit of digging and began to learn just how unhinged his girlfriend's son was. Instead of immediately reporting him to the police, he confronted Tate instead. He threatened him with calling the police. He said that he was going to tell everyone about how much of a freak Tate was. He was going to tell Tates, dear mommy, that her golden child was actually a depraved, perverted loser who got off on stalking his partner.

✧ He needed to be gone. That was the one thing that ran through his mind. They had gotten into a screaming match that night. Luckily, no one was home except them and the ghosts. The energy was charged and electrified. The Murder House had set its sights on its next victim, and it was more than eager to swallow him whole. The devil in his mind didn't whisper any longer; he shouted. He spoke in a loud and commanding tone and told Tate exactly what to do and when to do it. How to win your affection back.

✧ He snorted a line of cocaine and grabbed his rifle and some gasoline. He lit that fucker up at his work. He was no longer his mother's boyfriend. He was just a charred corpse. He had one problem taken care of. Now, just one more stop—your college, our college. He needed to get rid of those little friends of yours. So, he did. Every single one of them he shot dead in front of you. He looked you straight in the eyes and pointed the barrel at your head. There was no restraint or morality in his hazel eyes. There was only darkness—a certain unhinged spark you had only seen in fleeting moments. Now it was a mighty flame, and it was coming to burn everything you knew to the ground.

✧ He made you beg for your life. He made you like it. He took you right there at that table and acted like it meant nothing. He kissed you deeply and dug his fingers into your living flesh. He knew it would be the last time he would have you in such a way—as long as he was living anyway. You were covered in bite marks and his residue by the time the cops came.

You heard the next day that they shot him multiple times. You had mixed feelings. They had asked you if he had your consent. You said yes. They didn't believe you. You didn't like that. You didn't like that you liked it so much. You hated yourself for it. You couldn't help but admire the marks he left on you. They were like pieces of art. They'll fade, but the feeling of his fingertips ghosting your body in the most intimate manner won't.

✧ He gets extremely lonely; boredom overtakes him. He still has that box filled with your things, so he's always going through it. It's almost sadistically hilarious. He started with only his fantasies, and now they are the only thing he has again. At least he now knows what your skin feels like and how you taste. You have those things to keep him company. Not to mention, some of your clothes still smell like you. They're his comfort items. If any entity in the house tries to touch them, he will have an immediate meltdown. So, they've all learned to leave him alone when he's having his private time—his fantasies of you, him frenzily groping the cloth like it were your own soft, tender, plush flesh.

✧ He was surprised when you came to visit the house once again. Tate revealed himself immediately and hung on to you needily. He peppered kisses all over your face and neck. He was so unbelievably relieved by the fact that you forgave him. You promised to visit again and again over the years. It made his soul soar; he almost feared that he had passed onto heaven and that you were only an illusion in his mind. You both did what you always did. You seemed cautious at first, but some part of you just stuck with Tate.

✧ Many seasons passed, and you visited him less and less. You moved on to better and greater things in your life than him. He isn't exactly sure what happened to you. You just stopped visiting him one day. The entire house became a lot more frigid and foreboding after that. There would be no heavy make-out sessions that left the both of you breathless. There would be no more late nights spent talking about everything and anything going on in the world. There would be no seeing your age, your beautiful face, and your figure known only to his mind. There would be none of that. Only him. All alone...

✧ Now, after all these years, he admires a girl who reminds him of his first love. Those tendrils of obsessive ectasy sneak into his heart once again as he hears her name, Violet. It was like the world had regained its color—well, a singular color. One fact about you rang in his mind over and over like a never-ending church bell as he watched the new family move in.

"Oh, my favorite color? It's Violet, silly."

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#american horror story #tate langdon #tate lagdon x reader #yandere tate langdon x reader #yandere tate langdon #ahs fanfiction #ahs murder house #yandere #yandere american horror story #violet harmon #violet core #yandere headcanons #ahs yandere headcanons #my headcanons #ahs headcanons #headcanons #hcs

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cxndiedvi0lets · 1 month

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🆅🅸🅾🅻🅴🆃 🅷🅰🆁🅼🅾🅽 🅼🅾🅾🅳🅱🅾🅰🆁🅳

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#Spotify #american horror story #murder house #ahs murder house #taissa farmiga #ghoulblogger #violet harmon headcanons #violet harmon exacts #violet harmon #violet harmon aesthetic #evan peters #violet and tate #ahs

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tatelangdonsweater · 1 year

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“You can’t just headcanon every character you like/relate to as autistic!”

I can, in fact. Watch me.

#actuallyautistic #autistic headcanon #violet harmon #tate langdon #diane nguyen #korra #mako #misty day #mr. peanutbutter #these are some of my many autistic headcanons #zoe benson

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tates-striped-sweater · 9 months

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Tate and Violet Relationship Headcanons:

Tate hides cute little notes all around for Violet to find

They walk around the property together everytime it rains

Violet is constantly tired, so her and Tate take naps together every day

Tate calls Violet babe and baby most of the time, but occasionally, he throws a love in there

Violet calls Tate a little bit of everything, but Tate likes it when she calls him pumpkin (she had started saying it as a joke, but Tate really liked it, so she kept it)

Tate made Violet a macaroni necklace one time when he was bored, and he had expected her to throw it away or put it on her jewelry box and never wear it

She wears it almost every day

Tate usually likes to be the little spoon while they're cuddling, but he'll definitely be big spoon if Violet's had a bad day

They're definitely bi4bi

They have frequent arguments about Vampires and werewolves

Tate is always telling her that werewolves are better than vampires

Tate learns all of Violet's favorite books and movies and watches/reads all of them so that they have something to talk about

Violet has every Nirvana album on her ipod, phone, and she has the physical copies for Tate

#violate #tate langdon #violet harmon #ahs murder house #headcanons

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ghostlyviolets33 · 5 months

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what do u think violet harmon would want for christmas? my parents want me to make a wishlist and i'm struggling rn 😭

Hi anon! I made a Violet-inspired gift guide last year (linked here!), but here's a couple more ideas (i might repeat a few on accident lol).

Things Violet would want for Christmas:

Room decor:

a cd / cassette / record player

a little trinket dish

posters

a tiffany lamp, rock salt lamp, or fairy lights

scented candles or candle sticks

a decorative boho-style rug

any kind of furniture for her room (shelves, a pouf, desk chair, etc)

a chalkboard (if she didn't already have one)

Fashion:

urban outfitter's tights and socks (or clothes in general)

rings, necklaces, or earrings

dr. marten's boots, mary janes, or oxfords

band tees

scarves

a pork pie hat, beanie, or any other hats

a new bag/wallet

Miscellaneous:

new books

a camera of some kind

any makeup or skincare products

a chess board / board games

more cd cases for the cds she burns

pins or patches

money, gift cards, and concert tickets

ways to listen to music; new headphones, a speaker, an ipod, etc.

cd or vinyl storage/shelves

Realistically, I don't think Violet would ask for much (if anything!), but if she was gifted any of these things, she'd probably be really appreciative! These are more just Violet-inspired gift ideas. I hope this can help out <3! Happy Holidays :)

#violet harmon #violet harmon inspired #violet harmon christmas #violet harmon style #violet harmon christmas list #violet harmon aesthetic #violet harmon bedroom #violet harmon headcanon #ahs #american horror story #ahs murder house #murder house #head canon #christmas wishlist

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deerntheheadlights · 1 year

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tate and violet vs. embarrassing childhood stories? like they both wanna be cool kids so bad but i know they've got 'em...

Violet

Got super into vampires in elementary school. She read Dracula over a long break and insisted on dressing up as a Stoker-accurate, period appropriate vampire for Halloween. She was 11 years old.

Her first kiss was in the 5th grade. Jeremy Harris, a 6th grader she shared a band class with, approached her near the swings having fallen victim to a triple-dog-dare at the hands of his friends. He laid one on her and, right as his gaggle of laughing buddies rounded on them, she slapped him.

Ballet classes from 4-11, 7 years worth of "embarrassing" dance recital footage lay in wait on a camcorder Violet secretly hoped would get lost during the cross country move.

Freshman year Violet had a lengthy Sylvia Plath phase which resulted in a handful of notebooks full of poems she was sure would someday be read by legions of teenaged girls just like her desperately searching for understanding. Upon further review, however, she realized maybe poetry isn't her calling— she'd rather stick her head in an oven than ever let those poems see the light of day.

That summer she got way into musical theatre and begged her parents to send her to Drama Camp where she promptly fell in love with Cate, a beret wearing, cigarette smoking camp counselor (who most certainly did not awaken or inspire a single thing within Violet, thank you very much).

Tate

Collects beanie babies.

In the 4th grade, Tate was sent to the principals office for having stuck a thumb tack on his teacher's chair. He denied up and down that he was the perpetrator all the way up to the moment his desk was searched and the box of yellow thumb tacks was discovered poorly hidden underneath a fractions worksheet.

Indiana Jones for Halloween 3 years in a row.

Tate and Justin, his best friend and the only other guy on the track team who liked punk rock, got high for the first time on Justin's older brother's stash. Tate puked.

He's got a handful of incredibly nerdy, poorly executed stick n poke tattoos, including a Legend of Zelda triforce on his ankle and a d20 on his thigh. He'd hoped that they'd fade some with time. They haven't.

Tate is actually a nickname. His full, legal name, as it appears on his driver's license, is Orville Tatum Langdon.

Had nightmares for a week after having begged his mom to let him watch E.T.

#this was very fun #i will do more if you want more #tate langdon headcanon #violet harmon headcanon #tate langdon #violet harmon #american horror story murder house #american horror story #taking requests always and forever #anon

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syntheticfoxfire · 2 years

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Violet Harmon x F!Reader HCs

You’d probably get to know each other when you once stepped up for her while she was getting bullied. You’d both get pretty messed up. Later as you sat on the curb catching your breaths, you’d start talking and under all the sarcasm and biting remarks lied hidden a certain interesting chemistry.

Since then you’d often be together at school - partly because two people were harder to deal with and so the bullies attacked you less often, but also because you had an excuse to talk. Soon enough though you’d meet up outside the school too. You’d hang out around the park or chill at some cafe and just talk for hours. There were always so many things and topics to talk about that you were never bored.

It took a few weeks before either of you realized that what you felt was actually more than friendship and about half a year before one of you brought it up. When the cat was out of the bag, it was like everything fell into its place. You’d hug super tightly and just laugh together, not wanting to let go.

You wouldn’t care to keep it a secret. If someone at the school tried to give you shit, they regretted it immediately. You didn’t care much even as you sat in the detention class. You’d be there together anyway so you spent the time doodling into one of your notebooks and held hands the entire time.

She wouldn’t even bother mentioning that her partner was actually a girl to her parents so they’d be quite shocked but quickly accepted you. You’d spend a lot of time over at their place, just listening to music and talking and cuddling.

You’d both switch on being the big and small spoon. Since neither of you really cared, the rule was that if you were watching something you liked, she’d be the big spoon and vice versa. At night you’d lie on your sides facing each other and trace the other’s features or play with her hair before getting tired enough to fall asleep when you’d snuggle closer.

Sometimes the world would just get too much so you’d hold her close and rub her back and reassure her that everything will be alright and even if it won’t, she’ll still have you to lean on. She’d do the same for you, refusing to let you go home and be there alone, always making you sleep over.

You’d try to help her to stop with her self-harming but if she failed, you’d kiss all her scars both old and new and remind her that she’s perfect and you’re not mad. She’d jump into your arms and repeat it to you, swearing you’re her angel.

A lot of silly pet names btw. Most of them random and based on your inside jokes.

Loads of movie dates, either at her place or in the cinema. If it was at her place, she’d prepare for it which meant more food than you could ever eat but you’d definitely try. If you were going to the cinema, you looked like the ultimate power couple. You’d fought about paying but in the end you always managed to win by suddenly kissing her or calling her some of the more embarrassing pet names. She’d always complain but you’d shut her up saying it’s nothing compared to the hours she spends cooking.

Your relationship would be super supportive and loving. She wouldn’t be shy about showing her affection in public or in front of her parents which got you blushing hard but she thought it was cute so she only did it more often. You’d trust each other wholeheartedly and wouldn’t hide anything no matter how serious it was.

#ahs #ahs murder house #ahs season 1 #violet harmon #x reader #violet harmon x reader #f!reader #headcanons #fluff #angst #tw: self harm #requested #reposted from old blog

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untilthcyrot · 8 months

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VIOLET HEADCANON. I’ll dress this post up more when I’m not on mobile and back on the laptop, but I need to rant about a sudden thought. Can we for a second talk about the fact that Violet, a teenage girl, found out that her mom caught her dad having sex with one of his students in the bed that they shared? She should never have found out these details. Ever. This should have been something that her parents kept between themselves until she was older and maybe, maybe Vivien could have sat down with her and told her why their marriage didn’t work out.

Because you know she didn’t come to her one day to tell her that her dad is a piece of cheating shit just to confide in her. You know that from the dark corner of her room that this poor teenage girl had to listen to endless fights and screams from down the hall. She had to what her dad’s excuses and half-assed apologies, and her mom calling him every name in the book and crying her eyes out. You know she found out everything that happened from their screaming matches because they didn’t know how to be protective parents and hide it from her. This just makes me very sad that suddenly Violet had to carry this on her shoulders and question why her mom would stay with someone who cheated on her with a girl not much older than his daughter, in their bed!! My heart hurts for Violet.

#♡ ───── VIOLET HARMON ( HEADCANONS )

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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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Quick zadison headcannons???

of course!! :)

• madison is little spoon and zoe is big soon.

• but madi would NEVER admit that.

• and madison is not capable of sleeping unless zoe is holding her.

• when they start dating, madison gradually becomes nicer to everyone.

• it’s hard for her, but with zoe’s help, she becomes a better person in general.

• zoe’s really gentle and reassuring to madison, but madi isn’t used to that so she pretends to hate it.

• however, she eventually gets more comfortable with it so she starts letting herself be loved by zoe.

• zoe’s names for madison: madi, pretty-which makes madison weak-, sweetheart.

• madison’s names for zoe: zo -but only when they’re alone-, babe, beautiful.

• surprising for everyone, madi’s favorite date nights with zoe is just watching a movie while cuddling at home.

• zoe has madison meet her family one day and madison’s absolutely terrified because she never had a good family.

• however, zoe’s parents are accepting of them and are super welcoming to madi.

• zoe talks madison down when she’s panicking about meeting them, but it all works out in the end.

• madi gets super jealous whenever zoe talks to someone so she will just place herself on zoe’s lap and start kissing her neck.

• zoe is the only one who can calm madison down when she’s having an anger outburst or a panic attack.

• zoe learned that she can’t just get mad at madison because madison never really learned how to control her emotions.

• and because she has so much anger and sadness bottled up that she takes it out on other people.

• but zoe just holds her through it and whisperers sweetly to her.

#american horror story #zoe benson #madison montgomery #wlw #ahs headcanons #ahs #zadison #emma roberts #taissa farmiga #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #violet harmon #brooke thompson #sophie green #maggie esmeralda

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inmyfxith · 2 years

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Being the oldest member of the Harmon family

Within a year, your life had gone from a dream to a nightmare.

After your mother found out about your father's affair, you didn't want to follow the family to California because you had just been accepted to a major university and it was already too late for last-minute college changes.

Having a dorm room on the university campus, your mother called you every week to check on you and was a little more relaxed than if you had just moved into an apartment in the city.

Exchanges with your father were rare, but not non-existent. They didn't last more than a few minutes and, as far as you were concerned, that was more than enough.

Occasionally you would send a message to Violet, to see how she was doing without necessarily going through your mother, who, like most parents, didn't really know how her daughter felt. Short or long, as long as she was talking to you, that was all that mattered.

In fact, it was her who had told you about her high school misadventure, promising not to tell Vivien. Which you obviously did after listening carefully.

The pictures she sent you of the house were chilling and you were glad you didn't live there. Once, when you were in the middle of studying for your first exams, you received a picture of Violet having fun in what looked like a basement. The first time, your eyes didn't linger much, focused on your work you just left her a message to ask her how things were going at school. But when you came back to it a few hours later, you thought you saw some strange shapes in the dark areas of the photo.

And then the strange phenomena began. They were slightly alleviated by the announcement of the arrival of a new child in the family.

For the Halloween vacation, you decided to pay them a little visit. The house was, after all, big enough to accommodate an extra soul.

It was during this vacation that you met Tate, and since nothing was done in this family without secrets, Violet once again made you swear not to tell your father. To you, he didn't seem like a bad guy, but since you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, you gently but very seriously warned him that if by any means he was going to hurt your sister, you would deal with him personally.

At the end of your stay, events began to become more and more frightening and especially worrisome. Between your mother's internment, Violet who had stopped going to school, and your father who was also starting to break down a bit, you were the only member of the family who seemed to have remained relatively sane.

Then came the confusion.

No more news from anyone.

For several weeks.

You tried calling, and leaving messages for each family member. Without success.

Until you received a message from Violet.

"All that's missing is you for us to be together. The house is our eternal refuge, it protects us. We miss you, I hope you will join us soon."

Enigmatic.

Unable to travel, you ended up calling the police. And that's when you got the news. Your mother had died in childbirth with one of her babies. Your father, not being able to bear the loss of your mother, had decided to end his life and, according to them, Violet had run away with the remaining child. But all these things seemed inconceivable to you.

So as soon as you could, you went back. Trying to understand what had really happened there, not knowing that, like the rest of your family, this house would become your final home.

#american horror story #ahs #american horror story murder house #ahs murder house #murder house #violet harmon #tate langdon #vivien harmon #ben harmon #ahs headcanon #headcanon

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