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hello! my name is addison, I love ahs (especially the first 3 seasons)

I like writing fics, my writing is really bland sometimes but i like to write for fun. (don’t expect perfection)

DONT BE SHY SEND REQUESTS!!!!

I don’t write smut or anything under that umbrella.

I will write violence, drug use, angst etc etc.

I currently only write for female readers, since i’m most familiar with that subject. (female x male) Since I don’t think I could do male x male or female x female justice!

DNI if you’re homophobic, racist or hateful in any way. (or if you support trump)

I really really love halloween, fall, formula one, the rain!! and anything cozy.

I’m canadian <3

some interests of mine:

dead by daylight (any video games)

motorsports

ahs

scream movies (jack champion my beloved🤍)

any horror movie really

lana del rey

collecting violet exacts

supernatural

modern family (comfort show!!)

boys of tommen

hunger games!

maze runner

nature

evan peters 🤍

twilight (so nostalgic)

that’s all I can think about!! thanks

#ahs #me #idk #idk how to tag this #blog intro

sadgirlvioletharmon

hauntedsince13

kittythekitwalkerkisser

"Your package is estimated to arrive at 7:50 PM" Me at 7:49 PM:

creepyangelgirl

tate & violet ⋆˚࿔ moodboard ..

viotaints

🪦ִֶָ་༘. "but tate, you are the darkness"

𝔇 ִֶָ་༘. | milk it — nirvana

xrag-dollx

ʙᴏᴏ! - ᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴅᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 𓍯𓂃

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴏɴᴇ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛᴀᴛᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ

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Rain drips angrily onto the roof outside while a thunder was growling far distant, the sky decorated with heavy clouds which released a mass of water.

Inside your room the small TV delivered scenes of an old horror movie, made far beyond your time, yet it didn’t fail to scare you. You buried your face into Tate's side; he was actually just amused by seeing you so frightened,

"Hey, it's okay, nothing is happening..."

he chuckles while he caressed the crown of your head. It was him who introduced you to horror movies and by now you started to regret it.

"Nothing's happening!? Tate, that....thing just scared the shit out of me!"

"Okay...shall we keep the lights on tonight?"

Tate spoke with a grin but you just nudged his side.

"Ha-ha"

You retorted while rolling your eyes.

The movie came to an end, and credits rolled over the screen, accompanied by some music. The angry weather didn't subside in any way, as it still played one of its finest symphonies. Tate turned off the TV, filling the room now in complete darkness. The occasional bolts lighting up your room for a split second made you think you'd be in an old, abandoned mansion.

"Alright, I'll go and get myself ready in the bathroom, I'll be back..."

"Don't miss me for too long"

Tate replied with a smirk, but you just answered with rolling eyes.

You left your room for about a few minutes until you made your return to your room, slowly opening the door, just in case Tate might have already fallen asleep. But the room was still in total darkness, besides the occasional flickering of bolts, the rain had stopped and the thunder changed to a soft rumble. You stepped inside..

"Tate? Are you asleep?....Tate?"

You whispered, as you softly closed the door. Your eyes couldn't really figure out the surroundings clearly, basically prowling around in your dark room. You accidentally stepped onto a teddy bear, which Tate had thrown onto the floor earlier that evening for some reason.

You could recognise that the bed was empty. The blanket was folded open. Where was he? Perhaps in the kitchen getting himself a midnight snack?

You heard soft crackles in every corner of your room, fuelling your mind with absurd scenarios. This was getting too weird. You spun on your heel to make your way to your door.

Suddenly Tate jumped out of your closet, releasing a scream of pure terror while he shook you almost violently by your shoulders, you screamed automatically along, as you tried to push him away from you. The lighting bolts only contributed to the terrifying moment. Tate laughed as he saw you; frightened, shocked, your breathing fastened.

"You fuckin' asshole! I hate you! I hate you!"

Your fists were banging relentlessly against his chest which made Tate stumble backwards.

"Hey! Hey! It's okay! It's okay! It's just me!"

He spoke as he tried to calm you down, his attempt to get hold of your wrists was almost impossible as you eluded from his grip.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!?"

You spoke with trembling voice, your emotions close to the verge of breaking out.

"Shhh...I'm sorry...I'm sorry"

He consoled you, as he pulled you towards him, embracing you into a deep hug while Tate ran his fingers through your hair. Single tears ran down your cheeks, leaving small stains onto the fabric of Tates shirt. You sobbed

"Don't-....don't do that ever again! You knew how scared I can get!"

Tate slowly began to realise that it really was an asshole-move from his side, and that he maybe went a little too far. Of course he loved to tease you, but he mostly came to realisation when it was already too late.

"Okay...okay...I won't scare you to death anymore or anything else that upsets you, I promise"

He spoke with a quiet and calm voice, while his hand drew soft, comforting circles onto your back.

You withdrew yourself from him

"Okay...apology accepted"

Tate smiled to himself with a small chuckle. He took your hand and walked you over to the bed, plopping himself down next to you.

"But...I don't have to sleep on the floor, do I?"

"Well, I'd even throw you out of the house, but I'll have mercy on you tonight"

Tags: @z0mbunnyy @cuntbitchandthebottlemen @evesdust @bohnerrific69 @melsimps

sadgirlvioletharmon

Tate Langdon Taint

WC: 0.7k

CW: Reader has same interests as Violet, also readers dad is a psychiatrist.

INFO: Moving into the murder house means meeting a troubled teen.

A/N: Sorry for not writing a fic for so long, this is kinda bad but maybe i’ll write a part 2. I’ve been trying to write more fics on this account: @addison-spn

‘Murder house’ is what the people call it. But, I suppose you have to call it home now. You’ve just moved into the infamous Murder house, it was cheap so your parents were quick to buy it. I guess they didn’t do their research.

The house smells like old wood and dust. The Tiffany fixtures hanging from the ceilings light the house in shades of green, yellows and reds. You make your way up the stairs towards your new bedroom.

The walls are painted a shade of teal and there’s some leftover furniture in the room including a bed frame and a desk. Ah, home sweet home. You put down the rather heavy box in your hands and start to unload its contents.

You take your Ipod out from your bag and put some music on, moving to the beat as you start to decorate your room. The room is big, bigger than your last one. You pull out some posters from the box. One in particular being a Nirvana one.

“You like Nirvana?”

You jump in surprise, dropping the poster and the thumbtacks with it. You spin around and see a guy around your age with blonde wavy hair and clad in an oversized sweater leaning against the door frame.

“Who the hell are you!” You yelp, taking a few steps back.

He looks down, playing with the rings on his fingers before responding, “I live next door.”

Your brow furrows, “That doesn’t explain what you’re doing in my room.” He grins, “It was my room once.” You roll your eyes, like that explains anything. He walks in and looks around the newly decorated room. You try to start a conversation, “Well, how come you lived here and moved only one door over?” He puts down whatever thing of yours he was playing with. “After my dad left, we moved. I guess my mom liked the neighbourhood." He replies, looking over at your Ipod that’s playing your music. “Got any Kurt Cobain on that thing?”

You smile, “Yeah.” You walk over to your Ipod, “I do.” You tuck your hair behind your ears and shuffle through the music.

When you turn back around, he’s gone. While you’re debating the fact whether you've gone crazy your dad walks in, making some asshole comment about the mess.

You’d call out for the boy, but you realize you never asked for his name.

Over the next few days you’ve grown accustomed to the way the floor creaks on its own, how you feel like someone is always watching you and how you swear you hear footsteps outside your room during the devils hour.

Your dad has finally finished setting up his office, his first patient is today.

You’re sitting on your bed, a book open in your hands that you’re pretending to read. “I’m starting to think we’re the same person.” That same familiar voice says, the one that belongs to a blonde-haired boy with the darkest–prettiest brown eyes.

Your head snaps up, scared he’ll vanish before you can catch a glimpse. “You’re creepy, you know that?” He chuckles, “So I’ve been told.”

“How do you keep coming in?” You question, closing your book, not bothering to mark your page.

His jaw clenches and he glances away. “I have an appointment with your dad.”

Your eyes widen, great, the first cute boy you’ve seen in this town and he might be insane.

He cards his fingers through his hair, “I-I know what you’re thinking alright? But, I’m not like that.”

You bite your lip nervously, “I’m not one to judge.” You sit up in your bed, subconsciously fixing your shirt. He tucks his hands in his pockets and sits next to you on your bed. His shoulder nearly bumps with yours, which makes you flustered than you’d like to admit.

“I just want the thoughts to go away, okay?” He tells you, his eyes locked with yours trying to make you understand. “Y-yeah, sure.” You respond, breaking eye contact. He sits up from the bed, making it creak at the loss of weight.

He walks over to your chalkboard, picking up the chalk and writing ‘Tate.’ You smile, “Nice to put a name to your face.” He returns the smile and leaves your room, walking downstairs.

Part 2 soon maybe.. :p

dividers by @uzmacchiato